  I've been really really busy for the last two weeks, and probably will be for the month of August, so bear with me. I'm headed out to the East Coast (not for the DNC, though that would be fun, wouldn't it? ) for a week on business. I really hope I can find some cock out there. I know that our nation's capital must be teeming with high-strung men who need to shoot their loads down the willing throat of an anonymous cocksucker. I was out and about what, two weeks ago already?
I spent the night at vista point cruising my dick off. I tried to snag so many guys but there was always something that interrupted us. There was a cigar-smoking bear in a van who was so fucking hot I couldn't stand it. I tried to get on his cock, but there were so many straight couples up there fucking that he got too nervous and bailed. There was a trucker cruising the lot, a rare sight up there I must say, who would have been perfect to blow, but apparently he was looking for something else. I even offered him, out loud, "blow job?
" He smiled and walked away. Fuck. But my release came along around 4 am, I'm up waiting for the sun to rise when a huge Ford F-250 diesel pickup pulled up right next to me. A very very cute bear nodded and smiled and I practically flew out of my sunroof to get at his cock. He was totally cute and cuddly-looking, but unfortunately not-to-well endowed. Still, as I've said before, as long as he cums, I don't care.
He leaned back and let me do my work, and he was pleasantly surprised when I swallowed his load. He was fairly quick to zip up and get, but that's OK. I expect that. It was creamy and very tasty. Later that morning, I went out to Aquatic Park and had two guys in a row. I walked up to a big bear with a dripping cock in the bushes and didn't even ask.
I got on my knees, took his cock in my mouth and sucked him to completion. He also was quick to get away. The other guy followed me way down the other side of the trails, right next to I-80, who then insisted that he suck me off. I let him, but I also got a chance to sample his load before he took off. I think it's so funny that guys are so desperate (or something I can't quite explain) to have their dick sucked, and then so desperate to get away from the "scene of the crime. " Like running away will push it out of their minds faster.
But that's life on the down low...or something. I am itching to go out cruising real time. When I get back, I'm going to have to head south again. I love that place down there, and I miss it. That's strange. I know there's a 24 Hour Fitness down that way, and I've already got the plan all mapped out.
Do I have anything better to do? No, this is what I do as I'm falling asleep, really. Oh, and what galls me right now is that my hand-held tape recorder turned up missing or stolen. It was what I used to record all of my goings-on. I was at work one Saturday when I noticed it missing. For some reason, I'm ready to put the blame on this SBC who has it out for me.
She's tried already to fuck up me and my work, and I simply won't have it. So I can totally see how she might try to get the upper hand by stealing my secrets on tape. Ha, if she did take it, I would love to have seen her face when she heard my exquisite detail of taking a married man's cock in my mouth and sucking out every last drop of cum. How funny. Anyway, that tape had almost a month's worth of tales on it, and they're all gone. Serves me right for not writing them all down first.
I bought a new recorder and will make every effort, really, to keep my stories up-to-date. But thanks for visiting all the same. Cheers, and happy hunting! 
