Saturday whore

I had three guys on Saturday. The first was a dude who has wanted me for weeks. We talked about how we both enjoyed some nice pig sex (piss, spit, etc.), and had some time that day, so decided to meet. He wanted me to come in and find him in his bed with a hood on his head. I didn't really think anything of this, not totally my scene, so felt that if he was into it, I'd go along.

I got to his place. Decent. Maybe I'm spoiled with my own place, which I think is nice, not huge, but almost every guy who comes over comments on it. WAIT A MINUTE...I didn't have three guys...I had FOUR.

OK, back to the story about the hooded lamo... His place was fine, although I didn't know which room was the bedroom. The first attempt proved incorrect. I guess I shoudl've taken that as my omen for what would lie ahead, but I stayed anyway.

Door #2 was it. I walked it and caught the Hooder face down on his bad. He was wearing a pair of dark blue, worn out briefs, and had what looked to be one of those navy blue felt bags that you get when you buy a pair of Prada shoes. I couldn't help but laugh at the site - this queen on his stomach eagerly awaiting my big prick going up his hole, with a felt Prada shoe bag on his noggin.

I was boned up, so ripped off his briefs, and went in for the chomp. He was being somewhat self-conscious about it, which I didn't understand. Then I pulled open his cheeks and saw a huge hemroid. Sorry guys, I know it's gross, but it was part of the hook. And it really was gross. But it's time like that when I then feel really bad for the guy. I mean, if I was in his position, when I knew that there was something that would be unappealing to a hook, I wouldn't do it. I had to assume that he knew because there was some protest to my opening up his hole.

Surprisingly, I was still able to get hard and just decided to fuck him. So I did. It was terrible, so I pulled out and faked an orgasm. He jerked a load out himself, and I split.

The next was a 20-year old film student who wanted to pig out. He called me and had a very sexy deep voice, so I invited him over. He was cute. Shorter than I usually like 'em, but fine. We made out, and got down to it. This was mostly a lot of making out, spitting, rough rolling around, sucking and cumming. No fucking.

He left and I plopped on the couch and began catching up on Tivo when the phone rang. Yet another guy that I'd spoken to in the past, but hadn't met. He said he was in the 'hood and asked if I wanted company. I told him that I JUST blew a load, but that he could come over so we could check each other out.

He was nothing special, but I knew that he was a piggy party boy, so I just grabbed his cock. It felt good through his jeans...I could feel a nice ball sack which was intriguing. I unbuttoned his fly and pulled it out. I was right. Huge balls that were clean shaven. His dick was also nice and thick. It tasted good, and was leaking a fine about of juice.

I looked at my watch and realized I had to get rolling to meet friends for dinner. So i just told him to blow my load, which he did...all over my briefs. I love that. I washed off my cock, changed clothes, and met up with my friends for a fun night of dinner and drinks.

My nightcap was a smoking guy with blue eyes and a nice tight body. He had been partying, but I didn't care. I was aching to fuck since I'd had three guys and didn't get to poke any of them.

So this dude is over, and admitted that he was pretty tweaked. He didn't seem it, so I didn't kick him out. We put on the porn, and just rolled around and blew each other. I was a little of an under-performer because I was sort of spent, but got it up enough to fuck him. He couldn't take much, so I only got to fuck him on his back. I realized it was only going to be making out and blowing, so I just blew my load, and asked him to do the same. Of course, since he was partying, he couldn't cum. After watching him jerk the fuck out of his cock for way too long, I just said, "dude, I gotta crash, and you're clearly not going to cum anytime soon." He was out.

Looking back on the day, I gotta say, there are worse ways of spending a Saturday.

Tonight, I'm supposed to meet up with a leather guy in his mid-40s. His pictures are awesome, just hope they're real.