The Tattooed Army Guy - How I discovered condoms were why I had trouble being a top

I worked at the Gay Disco for two years before I left to go back to school (sadly I made more money bartending 4 nights a week than I did for the first six years after graduate school) - I had some incredibly hot sex in those two years, including getting caught in the storage room bent over a beer keg getting pounded by some smoking hot guy, my first forays to the bathhouse, and a wild weekend out of town with two other bartenders. More on those stories later...this post is about Trip, an incredibly hot Corporal in the Army stationed at a nearby base.

Trip had these piercing blue eyes, a fresh-out-of-bootcamp body, an impish grin, and that military style haircut that still drives me wild. More than 15 years later I still get butterflies thinking about him. Trip started coming into the bar because he was friends with one of our barbacks, well actually they were in AA together. I only mention it because I had to ply him with my charm and tight jeans, rather than the usual free drinks. Keep in mind it was incredibly risky for him, in those days the Army CID would send undercover agents into gay bars looking for men to arrest simply for being gay, don't-ask-don't-tell did not come along for another couple of years.

Whenever Trip came into the bar he would always sit and talk with me until the crowd arrived and I was too busy to talk much. Everytime we made eye contact, he would grin and give me the most devilish look. I had to have him. Finally, we had some all-day saturday event that had all of 10 or 20 people, suffice to say a bored bar staff is usually a fairly drunk bar staff, and I finally had the courage to make a move, we were out on the patio talking and there was a lull in our conversation, I grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him, that kind of forceful, passionate kiss that says, "my cock will be in your mouth later." I got up from my chair, grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the back of the patio. There was a seclued spot, where we could have some more privacy. We kissed for what seemed like hours and I finally couldn't stand it anymore and reached down to feel his extremely hard, and very fat cock. He let me get a good feel for its size before he pushed my hand away and whispered "later." At this point I realized I was supposed to be behind the bar, and while the owners were always lenient, especially if someone was getting laid out of the deal, well actually it was more like "you better be getting some good dick" they were all whores as well, anyway...it was three torturous hours before I finally got to leave. Thankfully it was only a block to my apartment, we started pulling each others clothes off during the ride up in the elevator.

We were naked by the time we walked from the front door to my bed. He had a killer body, with both of his arms covered in tattoos. I was in hog heaven. His dick curved straight up, about 7-7.5" and was hard enough to pound nails. We layed down on the bed and grabbed each other's dicks. Mine is your average white-boy penis, nice but not big by any means, around 6.5 to 7 depending on its mood and maybe slightly less than average in width (see the picture above). I find with a cock that curves up, it's easier to deep throat lying down, so we flopped onto my bed I began licking him all over. I started by sucking on his nipples, which was driving him wild. I quickly started licking his cock up and down and then finally took the head of his cock in my mouth, this is when I discovered he had an oddly shaped cock, the head was not very big, maybe a little bigger than mine, but it was incredibly thick at the base, it took me a while to figure out how to best work with it but a good cocksucker like myself will try his best and I did get it down fairly quickly. He threw me over and attacked my cock with his mouth, gobbling it up and had me on the edge of blowing within a few minutes. That night he fucked me a little but I just couldnt seem to get used to it, it got so much bigger the more he put it in - oh dont worry, I eventually figured out how to take it, more on that in a minute.

We immediately started dating, and a few nights later he asked if I would fuck him. I said I would try, but I hadn't really done it much (really, at all at this point). I put on a condom (we had been having safe-sex thus far) and as soon as I pressed my dick against his hole, I lost my hardon, after 30 very frustrating minutes we gave up, both incredibly frustrated. Trip was not giving up however, he really wanted me to fuck him, so we a couple more times, until one night, on his back with his legs in the air I hear "try it without the rubber." I said "are you sure?" YES was the answer, so I lubed up my cock, lined it up with his incredibly hot, smooth hole, and slipped the head in! Fuck his hole felt good! He groaned, and pushed his ass up, begging me to fuck him, so I slammed my entire cock in, balls deep in one stroke. The shocked look on his face quickly became that devilish grin I fell for and I knew I was going to love topping his ass.

It took me a few strokes to figure out how deep to go, how far I could pull back without coming out of his hole. He was in hog heaven, and urging me to fuck him harder, I knew I wasnt going to last long, and after about 5 minutes I yanked my cock out and blew a huge load that landed partially on his face, but mostly went past his head, immediately his cock started gushing out a huge load of cum.

From that moment on it was bareback sex all the time. We would spend hours flip fucking - as soon as whoever was topping was close to cumming we would switch positions. Of course, a few times I didnt pull out in time, and this is when I learned how to cum quietly and just keep fucking, Trip sometimes didnt notice - it takes a lot of conentration but if I'm going to cum too quickly I will keep fucking and the trobbing of my orgasm isnt noticed because they're too busy feeling it slide in and out of their fuckhole.

We were together about 4 months, during which we fucked non-stop. Tben one day he just disappeared. Literally, I couldnt figure out what happened until several months later he called to apologize - this started a fairly lengthy stint of refusing to even consider a relationship. My friends were there for my emotional needs, other men were just there for sex.

A brief side note...

I thought I should make a few things clear about me and my life. First, I understand there are risks involved in the kind of sex I tend to prefer (I am a highly educated person with a very good understanding of probabilities), I do ask about status and never have sex with someone who's openly positive, and I get regularly tested, after 20 years of sex with men I'm still HIV-.

Second, all of the stories here are true, I have obscured some of the details, including places I've lived in order to keep my identity somewhat secret, and to protect the privacy of those I mention.

I hope you enjoy some or all of what's to cum, I know I did.

Ted - when I learned that I loved being fucked raw by a hung top

First, many of the details here have been changed to protect the guilty...

I finally really came out in 1989 and promptly quit school to go the city and discover the gay life. And what a life it was...a blur of bars, bookstores, and bath-houses.

Ted and I worked at the big gay disco in town, he was one of our doormen. He was a tall lanky farmboy who was just adorable. He started working on monday, and tuesday night he came in to hang out - I was the only bartender and I wanted him so bad. So, being a good whore bartender I proceeded to get him drunk as a skunk, and offered to let him stay with me, being the good whore citizen that I am. We got back to my apartment and kissed wildly, groping at each other like mad. He had such full lips and kissed with such passion, I couldn't wait to get him naked.

We went straight to my bedroom where I unbuttoned his shirt and started licking his hot, slender stomach. I didnt grope for his cock, I wanted to wait, savor the moment. While I was licking his nipples he stroked my hair and immediately ran his hands down my back, in my jeans and grabbed my ass, slipping a couple fingers down my crack - I liked where this was going. I undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down so I was now on my knees in front of him. He was wearing boxers so I still couldnt really tell what I was in store for, I slid his boxers off and, no kidding was lucky I didn't get a black eye! His cock was rock hard, at least 8x6 or so. I immediately started sucking his cock, alternating between licking his shaft and taking his cock all the way down my throat. He leaned back and just let me work for a few minutes, and then told me to get naked and get into bed with him.

We started kissing, he pulled me on top of him. I know I wanted him to fuck me, but I wasnt sure I was ready for a dick that big - I'd only been fucked a few times and nothing, even remotely close to that. He reached around and slapped my hole with the head of his cock, driving me crazy, I wanted his cock in my ass so bad. I reached for the lube and condoms, and quickly realized I didnt have the right size. I looked at him and he said "oh I never use those." I was hesitant, but at the same time, exhilirated. He grabbed the lube and began greasing up his cock, which seemed to keep getting bigger. I guess he didnt realize I wasnt an experienced bottom because he had me lay on his stomach, he got between my legs, and he slammed his cock into me. I squealed pretty loud (or so I heard from my roomate the next day), he slowed for a second and then shoved the rest of it in. He let me get used to his width and then slowly started fucking me. Once the intial shock and pain subsided, I was in heaven, his cock stretching my hole and slamming into my ass. He started fucking me harder and all too quickly heard "aww fuck, fuck man" and I felt his cock throbbing in my hole, pumping a huge load in me - I was so fucking turned on I came immediately.

We promptly passed out, his load leaking from my well used hole all night. I was hooked, I knew then safer sex was not what I was into, I wanted to feel a man release his hot cum into my ass.

Eric, the next several loads of my mispent youth

Aside from one sexual encounter not at all worth discussing in detail, it was a full two years before I would get my mouth on another cock. I was in my second year at the University and delivering pizzas to pay rent, that's where I met Eric. God he was cute, a litte shorter than I am (5'8" so I don't get that alot), about 23 as I recall, with thick wavy black hair and tite little body. The fates aligned and he and another driver came over to smoke weed and drink beer one night after work. Using the moves I so carefully orchestrated in that VW Bug 2 years before, I soon had a solid grab on his thick cock. Everyone was too wasted to drive anywhere so the other driver slept in my bed while Eric and I took the twin beds in my roomate's room. Soon, Eric invited me into his bed and what ensued was, slightly akward, but ended with his 6" but very fat cock pumping a load down my throat.

A week or so later, we were taking the trash to the dumpster and he said he needed to piss and ducked into a stairwell. I thought this is odd, until he asked me to come hold his cock while he pissed (I suspect my interest in piss play began at this point...), as soon as he finished he hopped up a few stairs and his cock now right in my face. He shoved his cock in my mouth and within less than a minute, he was giving me another load. I was very much his cum whore at this point.

I didnt see him for a while - he quit working at the pizza joint and that pesky girlfriend didnt seem to let him out very often. So, a few months later I went over to pick up his roomate for some reason - when the roomate jumped in the shower to get ready, Eric walked right up to me and again shoved his cock in my mouth. In a rush to cum before the roomate walked out, he quickly beat out a load and slammed his cock down my throat as he blew. I felt like such a whore sitting there talking to his roomate with a full load in my belly, and my breath had to smell like cum.

He shot a few more loads in my face over the next year, but then I lost track of him. I often wonder where he is...

My first taste of cum

I was 16 years old when I had my first sexual experiences. I half attempted sex with a girl at that time, but it just wasnt for me. She sucked my cock for like 30 minutes and it was going nowhere. A few months later, I got my first taste of cock and cum. I grew up in a small town in Colorado and was active in our high school theater, debate team, etc. Being a typical small town, there was not much to do and we would often just drive around, or park somewhere and bullshit and drink beer. On St. Patricks Day, 1986 my buddy Doug and I were parked on an isolated dirt road talking and tossing back Coors Light - we had been out with a group earlier but neither of us were quite ready to call it a night. Doug was incredibly handsome and I had been fantasizing about him for months. As the night progressed we inched closer to one another (it was a VW bug, we didnt have far to go...), I finally got the courage up to place my hand on his leg, he didnt complain and so I slowly moved my hand closer to his crotch. I was terrified of crossing the line with a friend and kept imagining what school would be like if everyone found out. He didnt seem to mind, I could feel his cock growing under his jeans. Finally I just went for it and started rubbing his growing erection. He grabbed me and kissed me roughly and began to pull out his cock. As soon as it was free of his jeans and boxers he shoved my head onto his cock and forced it down my throat. His cock was enormous - while I didnt have the encyclopedic knowledge of cock sizes and shapes I have now, looking back I would say it was 8" or so but THICK, beer can thick, with a wicked curve. Fortunately I have almost no gag reflex and was able to take his whole cock down my throat. Within a few minutes he forced all of his cock into my mouth and cum exploded from his cock, again and again. From that moment, I was hooked - the sweet salty taste of a big load of cum. Afterwords we went home and never really spoke of it again. He is now happly married with 4 kids, and I have continued my search for the next big load of cum.

Introduction

While most blogs of this type report the ongoing activity of various sexual encounters (oh and this one will as well), I thought I would catch up by providing a memoir of some of my sexual exploits. As they have been ongoing for 20 years or so, I will try to pick some of my more adventurous exploits. I hope you enjoy.