I’m a 39 year old man in Seattle.  While mostly straight, I have had many cruising encounters in adult theaters, bookstores, and local parks.  I’m addicted to getting my cock sucked, be it by a man or a woman.  Over the past 20 years, I’ve racked up some crazy numbers (somewhere in the four digit range by now.)  If you’ve cruised in Seattle, especially at certain parks or theaters, we have probably crossed paths.

This blog is equal parts story and celebration of my cruising experiences. I also hope to provide advice to new cruisers who want to learn the ropes.  It’s an option I never had, having started out pre-internet.  Sure, exploring is half the fun but there are certain experiences best left to avoid and a little guidance never hurt anyone.

You can start at the beginning of my tale by clicking here.  If you just wanna jump to a video of my cock shooting a load, you can click here.

Wanna know more?  I can be e-mailed at seattlesbestcruiser _at_ yahoo.

After a winter of laying low, I’ve been back on the prowl at the adult theater.  My cock hadn’t been sucked in forever but now, finally, there was not only an interested party but a very playful, more normal type: Black, early fifties (he looked much younger though) and as I quickly found out, above average cocksucking skills. Which was very fortunate because the movie playing featured a cocksucking scene with one of my favorite actresses Brandy Taylor.

I don’t care what anybody says about her — I think she’s gorgeous.  She has a playful girl next door look, slightly chubby but with a sweet smile, impressive boobs, and lustful enthusiasm that shows in her performances.  Her innocent eyes betray the dirty things she does with her mouth.  She gives as good as she gets, and it’s a whole lot of fun to alternate watching her bobbing on a thick pole and looking down to see my shaft being worked on in a very similar manner.  I know he couldn’t see the screen, but I liked to think he was channelling her, like a cover band tearing into Freebird, only there was no tearing here, just some soft sucking.  ”You’re really good at that,” I said. (By which I meant sucking cock. He was too big and black to look like Ms Taylor.)

He stopped, looked up, and smiled. “There’s two things I do really well.”

“I bet you do!” I said, pushing his head back down.  He diligently (and gently) continued to work on my cock for several more minutes until I couldn’t take it anymore and shot off hard down his throat.  Alas, I could not time it to cum at the same time the lucky guy in the video did with Brandy, but who cares? I was cumming anyways! After a few minutes spent recuperating, I wanted to go again but had to step outside to take a phone call. When I came back in, he disappeared. Was it all a dream or a heavenly gift delivered via Ms. Taylor? Well, I’m sure it was neither, although I’d love to see him again.

And the last two times I went I’ve encountered another fine cocksucker. He’s a sweetheart, a small but very intense cocksucker. He has a certain gentleness with the way he moves his mouth on my shaft, plus he’s quite feminine. In fact, during our first encounter he showed me some pictures of him dressed as a girl and he was ridiculously passable. No, scratch that — he was hot. I don’t think I can get him to show up at the theater dressed like a girl (he’d be swarmed immediately) but hopefully someday I’ll be able to experience that side of him. If not, oh well — he can stick suck cock like a slut.

Also speaking of slutty cocksucking, it’s not something I engage in but one guy has been a little tempting lately. He looks very average and ordinary until he whips out his cock.  Whoa!  I’m not sure how big it is exactly but it’s not a size you see all the time. When I see one that big, I can’t resist staring. He noticed me the first time. I was sitting, he was standing, so he came closer and was stroking near my head. After awhile, I had to touch it. It felt amazing! So warm, thick, and hard with a big, proud head. He started to move closer and rub his cock against my face, paying special attention to paint a line of precum down my nose. I was stroking and exploded immediately.

We played around a couple of other times, each time me being tempted to go for it but having enough self control not to. Unfortunately, I don’t think I’m gonna be so cautious next time I see him, as craving is becoming difficult to ignore….

About a month or so ago, I found out I had gonorrhea.  I’m fine now, obviously — it’s easily curable and was quickly detected at that — but it did make me take a step back for a bit.  Sure, it was the first time I’d caught something from cruising, but it was also a much needed heads up.

See, I’d also been noticing the behavior of some of the people at the theaters and parks.  Nothing I hadn’t noticed before, but its seemingly become more frequent.  Really unsafe stuff, like bareback fucking among strangers.  Yikes!  I’m glad to see it because I immediately discard them as potential playmates, but then I see those people play with other people and you never know who is with who as it is or what they don’t do around you.  Forgive me if a get a little paranoid, but contracting something more serious is not on my to do list.

Going to the STD clinic is embarrassing and scary but it’s a necessary thing to do if you’re gonna be playing around.  Granted, I mainly stick to receiving a blowjob but that’s exactly how I got gonorrhea.  Again, it’s curable, but in the meantime it’s no fun to see yellow goo ooze from your cock or feeling burning urination or… you get the idea.  I’d been slutting it up pretty hard by then (see my last blog entry) so I took a break and counted my blessings.  (Yeah, I got the HIV test too.  Clean as a whistle!)  Luckily, I informed my favorite cocksucker at the adult theater downtown and at least it wasn’t he who had it, and we celebrated this fact with him blowing me before we had our first ever makeout session.  And then he blew me again.  It was a much needed return to having a good time.

But seriously, guys, get tested.  Harborview has an awesome clinic and the doctors are nice.  Plus, you can get as many free condoms as you want and some screenings are free if you meet the income eligibility.  And now I’m done preaching.

So while I have been more cautious that hasn’t stopped me from having fun.  Sometimes, the fun hasn’t been there.  I thought Hollywood on the Saturday before Halloween would be hopping and it was, judging from the insane amount of used condoms all over the floor in one of the side rooms.  But that was well before I got there.  While I was there there were a couple of trolls milling about and that was it.  As usual, cruising is a gamble, and sometimes it doesn’t pay off.  In fact, the same goes for this past Sunday night at the adult theater downtown.  There were five different guys all over this other guy who was dressed like a girl in lingerie.  It was a strange mass of bodies all trying to molest him/her and each other.  One guy was obviously fucking him/her.  It was pretty wild, but I didn’t wanna get into anything with any of those guys (especially one of the city’s most notorious trolls, who fell asleep and snored loudly 15 minutes after he/she left under cover of trenchcoat.)

I decided to take a chance and go the following night hoping to see my cocksucker but he wasn’t there.  However, there was this big black guy ogling me as I stroked.  He sat down next to me and said he wanted to suck my cock.  I said sure, and… well, no surprises as to how this story pans out.  Although I did stroke him a bit while he was down on his knees.  Jesus, that cock was huge.  Not so much lengthwise as widthwise.  Close to a beercan in thickness.  Pretty amazing.  Even more amazing was another black guy who sat down on the other side of me and tickled my balls while the other guy took my load.  As mentioned, I have a special appreciation for black guys and this was the first time I’d ever been in an Oreo-like situation.  It was so much fun!  The tickler left, but the cocksucker took me one more time before I headed home happy.

Thats it for now.  I’ll be posting more frequently, just as long as some folks help me collect some more material.  Which reminds me, I’ve had an idea lately to finally film myself getting my cock sucked.  Now if I could only find a co-star….

It didn’t start out that way, sadly.  Went to the adult theater downtown on Sunday and it’s not a good sign when you’re about to go in and there’s a guy smoking pot right outside the front door.  Nothing against pot — I enjoy it from time to time — but it’s always best to be discreet.  I mean, if you’re gonna smoke pot before going in, great, just a bad idea to draw attention to yourself.  Plus, it shows questionable judgement, and who knows what else someone with questionable judgement is going to do.  Of course, the guy makes his way into the theater, makes a clumsy pass at me before sucking another guy’s dick then falling asleep in the theater.  Other than that, not much action going on.

But I had a feeling the next day that if I went again, things would be different, and sure enough they were.  I showed up in time to see my favorite cocksucker busily working on another guy’s tool.  I didn’t care, because sure enough 20 minutes later he was sitting next to me and unzipping my pants.  He treated me to a fine blowjob, one that was very relaxing in nature.  It’s so much fun to grab the back of his head and push it down so I’m tickling his throat with my cock.  Whenever I get to do that and flex a couple of times, it gets me extra excited.  Eventually this procedure reached its logical conclusion but fifteen minutes later we retreated to the back of the theater where we got a little extra cozier than usual. He hugged on me and nuzzled my neck.  “I’ll be your wife tonight,” he said, before going back to doing what he does best.

I rarely kiss my cocksuckers but there was something in the way he was taking his time to make sure my cock got maximum enjoyment that I had to pull his head up and touch lips with him, if only for a brief moment. Those lips are amazing!  I returned his head to where he would spend the next few minutes, bobbing up and down until my balls surrendered another dose of milky blasts into his working mouth.  With that, I was gone — two loads in an hour!  Well done, cocksucker.  I can’t wait for our next date, which should be very soon.

Wednesday found me walking to the park where I encountered this guy I’d met the week before.  We didn’t fool around then as there were too many sketchy folks milling about but we were mostly without company tonight, so I let him grab at my pants, free my cock, and begin  to blow me.  While not as talented as my regular cocksucker, he displayed a similar flair and eagerness for throating.  As the night wrapped around us and a nice cool breeze bagn to blow, my dick was bathed in warmth and something approaching love.  Like his mouth was falling in love with my cock.  And my cock was returning the feeling!

Unfortunately, some more sketchy types decided to roll in.  However, we abandoned the scene for his car.  You know, it’s funny — for all the hundreds of blowjobs I’ve gotten, very, very few (be they from women or men) have taken place in a car.  I can’t say that I’m a huge fan of it, but he had tinted windows and we made it extra fun by parking outside of a church so he could treat me like an altar boy.  I’ve never done anything like that, but I enjoyed it.  I hope to see him again, although the awkward angle of the car blowjob shouldn’t be repeated.  I don’t know how cheerleaders have done this for years.  I gave him my e-mail address and he immediately e-mailed me before I left the car, subject line HEY I JUST BLEW YOU.  And he’ll be blowing me again sometime soon, if all works out. (There’s a bit more to the story, but I’m saving it for now. Hopefully I’ll have the opportunity to repeat it later.)

And then yesterday I was on a local cruising/chat site when I got an invite from a guy who I’d been talking to for awhile.  We’d never been able to hook up, but he was asking me to come over and I figured why not continue my lucky streak?  I went to his apartment and he wasted no time crawling between my legs as I sat on his couch.  He had porn on, but it was gay porn, my least favorite of all.  But instead of looking at the TV, I looked down to see the top of a head working like a soft piston.  He had a different technique than my two previous cocksuckers, opting for tighter, shorter strokes and keeping his head down as long as possible, but damned if he wasn’t driving me crazy.  I gripped at his couch cover as he worked me into a frenzy.  As I began to climax, he grabbed my hands and placed them on the back of his head.  I reciprocated by pulling down and shooting deep.  I was a little dizzy afterwards.  That means I had a good time.

And how was YOUR week?

I had the urge to hit the theater in North Seattle after I heard there had been some minor renovations. If you haven’t been there, it’s not so much a theater as it is four rooms in a basement.  Two rooms show straight porn, one shows gay porn, but the room that used to show tranny porn had its flatscreen removed and replaced with nothing but pure darkness.  The staff knows what goes on obviously, but looks like they don’t care just as long as nobody’s drinking/doing drugs, trying to film people (I’ve seen that happen — those people should be beaten), or harassing others.

Also, they let heterosexual couples in for free.  More on that in a bit.

My expectations were low, because when I got there there were very few guys there, like maybe one of two scattered between the three rooms with videos playing.  I opted for the second straight room.  It’s more or less the furthest from the entrance (it takes a bit of navigating to get there) so you can err on the side of caution easily when the door opens.  The only one in the room was a crossdresser.  He wasn’t very passable but he also wasn’t a complete trainwreck, plus he had both a very feminine air about him as well as a big dick.  I sat in a chair behind him and off to the side.  Usually, when I first arrive, I like to wait a bit before starting to jack it.  Not out of fear of someone busting me, but just to take a moment to get acclimated and take the temperature of the room.

Sure enough, one of the guys comes in and wants me to take HIS temperature with my thermometer.  I’d played with him a couple of times before, an older, shorter guy from the South.  He’s a delightful cocksucker.  He started out slow but then began to ramp up his efforts, also taking the time to stop and grab at my cock and tickle my balls.  He smiled as he tugged at it while I tried to keep an eye on the porn (which, unfortunately, was pretty lousy.)  I got verbal, telling him what a good cocksucking bitch he was and how I was going to claim his mouth with my load.  The crossdresser came back and joined us, sitting to the right of me and tugging on his/her big dick.  We made eye contact, shared a smile, and I decided the least I could do was play with this girl’s oversized clit.  It was a very smooth cock, long, somewhat slender but drooling quite a bit of precum from the head.  Other guys came in and saw us playing, but decided to leave us alone.  Fine by me.  I had enough for myself to handle.

The crossdresser (who told me his/her name at one point, but I forgot) reached over and tickled my balls while the Southern gentleman continued his fine work on my dick.  What a cocksucker!  He applied long, up and down work like a champ.  I took the time to grab the back of his head and push it down to the root, my cock tickling the back of his throat.  I held his head there and flexed my cock a few times, enjoying the sensations of his mouth as well as the excitement of dominating this little bitch.  In fact, I took the time while pressing his head down to inform him: “That’s a good cocksucking bitch.  You’re my girl now.”

The combination of his slow, patient strokes and the crossdresser’s grabby hands was getting me very excited, and I let them know it.  The cocksucker picked up his pace and soon enough was rewarded with several blasts of the good stuff.  The crossdresser smiled, reached into his/her jacket and pulled out a bottle of alcohol, which he/she began to consume.  (Sure, the theater doesn’t like it, but I don’t give a fuck.)  And the party was just getting started.

In fact, I wanted a drink too but no way I was gonna go the communal bottle route here.  I slipped up the street for a quick shot and came back to some new faces — a male/female couple!  Like I said, hetero couples get in for free.  (I’ve actually heard guys complain that same sex couples don’t get the same privilege but let’s face it, that would never work without the theater making zero dollars.)  She was pretty cute: fairly short, lithe, nice tits (but they looked a bit fake), and her boyfriend had her on a leash.  Seriously!  A leash.  She was wearing a leash a green dress, and when she got on her knees to suck his cock, the tranny went behind her, lifted up the lady’s skirt, and started fingering her from behind.

Meanwhile, my cocksucker is back for round two.  He sucks my cock while I watch the boyfriend, his dick still in the girl’s mouth, give the tranny a condom.  He’s seen his/her big cock and she obviously wants it too.  After a bit of creative positioning, he’s plowing into her from behind while the girl sucks her boyfriends cock.  She stops occasionally to moan.  After the tranny has his/her fun, the boyfriend starts doing her doggy style, chick bent over the backwards chair.  When he slaps her ass, it reverberates loud and hard throughout the room.

Meanwhile, not only am I getting my cock sucked, but a couple of more guys have filtered in.   There’s a black kid in a hoody, an older guy, and a frat type looking kid or two.  Everyone begins to crowd around this girl.  One guy starts to get his dick sucked by her.  Another guy plops down in a chair by her and watches.  Unfortunately, after a bit, the audience totally obscures my view.  So I drag my cocksucker off for some private time in one of the other rooms.

He gets between my legs and continues his awesome work.  “What a good little girl you are,” I say.  “You really love my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m gonna give you a girl’s name,” I say.  “Where did you say you were from?”

He pops his head off of my cock.  “Georgia.”

“Well then keep sucking my cock, Savannah.”

With that, Savannah continues to give me a slow, loving blowjob, complete with tug breaks and some ball tickling.  I caress his head as he works on my head.  Again, the porn I’m stuck watching still sucks but the bobbing head on my dick is more than enough compensation.  Speaking of which, I compensate my cocksucker nicely with another few jets of warm cum.  Right as I begin to shoot, I hear the boyfriend in the next room slap the girl’s ass again.  It’s even louder from all the way out here than it was in there.

FOOTNOTE: There was a porn star in the mid-90′s named Savannah who committed suicide.  She had a pretty interesting life story and, while not a favorite of mine, did leave behind one really awesome scene.

The park had been a little dead lately.  I don’t get it — prime cruising location, secluded enough, usually good for some action.  So far this summer, so bad.  Lots of creeps and drunkards.  So I didn’t have high hopes for the evening when I plopped myself down on a bench in the cruisy area.  And, for quite awhile, I was right.

Fortunately, that changed with the appearance of a true cocksucker.  This guy sat down next to me and the next thing you knew, it was on!  He unleashed himself on my cock with great abandon and extra enthusiasm.  My favorite kind of cocksucker, too — gentle, patient, but eager to make me cum.  He put his all into it, so I figured the polite thing to do would be to shoot a big wad into his mouth.

Even better, afterwards he asked if I wanted to go at it again.  I said sure, but led him to a more secluded bench away from the few stragglers who were wandering through.  We made ourselves at home on the bench, me kicking back and him with my cock lodged in his mouth.  The second time was even better as he adapted to what I wanted, plunging down on my cock and sucking like there was no tomorrow.  I got even harder this time, enjoying the cool breeze coming off the water and the hot mouth engulfing my cock.  I came even harder the second time and he truly appreciated it.

When he was done, I took off.  Another successful night of cruising is in the books, and I can’t wait for the next one to come along.

So I took an impulse trip to the adult theater downtown.  I wasn’t expecting much — my past several visits had been severely lacking in action, especially because every time I went there were very few people there.  A shame, as it’s one of the most secure places for fun that I know of.  Not like my favorite park for cruising, which has its occasional police visit.  Since I’m not into finding out more about prison life, I’ve laid low from there.  So the theater was my choice and, for once lately, I made the right one.

No sooner had I sat down near the back, I was joined by my favorite cocksucker in the world.  (I’ve mentioned him before, near the end of this post and, most famously, this encounter).  Immediately, I relaxed.  I knew I made the right choice and that I would be getting my dick sucked soon.  Sure enough, he reached over with a smile and started rubbing the front of my pants.  Who was I to argue?

At that moment, the theater door open and in walked the most beautiful transsexual I’ve seen in some time: extremely passable, Asian, dressed in a slinky black number.  I had a feeling that all of this lost time was going to be made up for.

My cocksucker noticed me looking at her.  “Are you going to play with her?”

“Maybe,” I said, “but right now YOU’RE my girl.  Do you wanna suck my cock?”

“Yes.”

“Great, you get my first load of the night,” I said, unzipping and pulling my cock out.  He was on it immediately, applying his usual loving strokes and slurps.  I leaned back in my seat, looking behind me to see the TS watching us.  She didn’t seem to have much of a reaction, more of a curious gaze.  Not the joining in type.  I didn’t mind.  I like being watched as long as whoever watching isn’t a creep.  Like the guy who slithers up beside us.  I wave him away and, thankfully, he leaves without complaint.  I relax again and settle into my cocksuckers mouth.  God, this guy is so amazing!  The right amount of bobbing and licking, and he loves it when I press down on the back of his head and shove my cock down his throat.  He holds it there.  “Perfect fit,” I say, and he murmurs his approval around my dick.  The TS leaves, so it’s just me and him lost in a world of oral delights (except for a guy down front who may or may not be asleep.)

Needless to say, eventually he reaches the obvious conclusion as I spray his mouth down with cum.  “That was a lot,” he says afterwards.  “Can I suck it again?”

“Of course,” I say.  “You’re my girl tonight, remember?”  I go outside for a smoke to relax in the glow of the best — hell, only — blowjob I’ve had in awhile.  On my way out, I see the TS at the counter.  I think the clerk is hitting on her.  We exchange a look, the TS and I.  Returning from my smoke, my cocksucker has disappeared, so I stand in the back of the theater, away from the guy who was trolling us earlier.  Sure enough, the TS walks in and finds me in the back.  Emboldened, I make a move fairly quickly, touching her arm and pulling her backwards.  She eases back into me.  Nice.

Unfortunately, after some loving gropes (including me squeezing her cock through her panties), she wants me to eat her ass, something I don’t do with anyone.  Sorry, but it’s a huge turnoff.  So she leaves again.  A shame.  She was absolutely gorgeous.

But then my cocksucker comes back and all is right in the world.  We meet in the back of the theater, and he kneels besides my seat and goes back to work on me.  “I’ve missed this cock over the past few months,” he says, stroking it and looking at it.

“It’s missed your mouth, too,” I say.  He goes back to work, pausing every now and again to exchange some loving words.  He asks me to knock him up.  I’ve never fucked a guy before but if he fucks like he sucks it’s hard to refuse but absolutely no way is my first same sex fuck going to be in this theater.  We agree that it will happen under the right circumstances so in the meantime, he’s back to doing a number on my dong.  Such a patient and (seriously) loving blowjob.  I’ve never had chemistry with a cocksucker like this before, which may explain why I’ve dumped at least 30 loads in his mouth, counting this one that leaps from my cock after a lengthy suck session.

I think about sticking around for one more but its getting late and I’m stuck bussing home so I give him my e-mail address and I make my way back but not without empty balls and a smile.  If it weren’t for the lousy porn that was playing, this would have been a perfect night, but really, how can I argue with the results?

First off, I joined Manhunt.  It’s like Squirt but more guys are looking for love, it seems.  No cruising info, but a lot more oddballs hitting me up with instant messages.

And why, you ask, am I doing this virtual cruising?  Because lately, real world cruising has been disasterous.  My last few trips to the adult theater downtown have been mostly disappointing, save a cocksucker a couple of weeks ago (who, we realized, had once blown me many years ago in a park — in retrospect, I’m not sure how I could have forgotten his mouth/throat.)  There is now a drought of cocksuckers.  The guys at the theater are just itching to be sucked, but nobody is doing the job.

Sad thing is, this is a big part of Seattle.  Part of the appeal of cruising to me is that there are way more many men in Seattle than women — less competition, less work, more reward.  Oh, and zero pregnancy.  And 100% secret life behind everyone’s back.  It’s usually win-win for my cock, but not lately.  You cocksuckers have to come out of hiding sooner or later.  And I have a way of finding you.

Online searching of late has been disappointing as well.  I know, sometimes it’s hard to reach a mutual time and/or place and sometimes the committed ones we’re cheating on can be around at the least opportune time, but I’ve been coming across a lot of folks who back out at the last minute.  All I have to say is if you have the opportunity, go for it.  You’ll regret it if you don’t, especially if it might be the best thing for you.  The great thing about this scene is its all about having fun, not families, or futures, or nagging or anything like that.  And you cocksuckers better step it up, because it’s a buyers market right now.  You have plenty to choose from.

Another random question : how come my blog always gets the most hits on a Wednesday?  Every damn week.  Lemme know what the reason is.

What’s been going on is, simply, not much.  My past several visits to the theaters have been all about demand with so little supply, meaning a bunch of guys looking to get their dicks sucked with nary a cocksucker in sight.  If you’re a cocksucker, good news — you’re in more demand than ever.  Find your local theater or park and reap the rewards.

Yes, the park.  I went last night.  I love the scene but really hate the possibility of being busted.  Was sidled up to by an inquisitive guy who was full of questions but not much information on why he himself was there.  Meanwhile, several others guys milled about, all suddenly moving in the same direction when headlights approached from the other side.  The cops have been known to roll through the park anyways, so I don’t bother sticking around.

The theaters haven’t been much better, although I did get a nice blowjob a few weeks ago from a bespectacled cocksucker who had a wicked finishing move.  Quite the milker, and with a firm but gentle touch.  Other than that, I’ve been encountering a lot of half blowjobs.  I mean, the other night I’m at a theater getting a blowjob but the guy is shy and suddenly these other guys are hovering around watching.  They’re not touching, not interfering, but the shy cocksucker is scared off.  This also happened a couple of weeks ago, similar situation only it was one guy getting close and watching.

Now me, I don’t mind most of the time who watches.  People are gonna see, and unless they’re super sketchy I’m fine with that.  Other guys, not so much.  So take this as a friendly reminder to respect boundaries.  If a guy’s not interested, pestering won’t help at all.  Plus, it makes you look pathetic and that doesn’t fly with getting action no matter what your orientation, gender, or venue.

So yeah, it’s a bit of a dry spell but I’ve caught up on my porn.  Here’s the best lesbian video I’ve seen in years.

It makes sense.  This scene is all about easy action.  Plus, for all my quirks I don’t check out guys in my day to day life.  Aesthetically, they don’t even come close to women.  While the occasional big cock is fun to play with, it’s nothing when stacked next to the beauty of a woman.  Having said that, a few cocksuckers have almost changed my mind.

One time I remember was about six years ago when I discovered a newer adult theater in North Seattle.  My first visit there started out as uneventful.  It was a different scene than I was used to — not so much a theater as it is a few rooms with video screens and bad lawn chairs but plenty of cruising action.  I was hanging back for the most part and testing the waters when this younger black kid started hanging around near me.  He made a move, sitting next to me and reaching for my hand.  I took him into the next room, where we were able to get a bit more cozy.

He began blowing me in a very loving fashion, applying just the right combination of moisture and friction.  It was one of the best blowjobs I ever had.  So tender, yet aggressive.  “Where did you learn to suck like that?” I asked him.

He took my cock out of his mouth and simply said “Popsicles.”  Then he went back to work.  We werent the only ones in the room.  Another guy was getting serviced by an equally greedy looking cocksucker.  We exchanged knowing glances.  It was good to be us.

But probably better to be me.  Jesus, this kid was relentless.  He sucked me for a good fifteen minutes, getting me ridiculously hard and extra excited.  He was in no rush to make me come but quite eager to make me want to come.  I got as hard as a rock thanks to this guy’s talented tongue.  I didn’t have to tell him what to do or grab his head to make sure he was doing it right.  We were totally on the same page with each other.  At one point, I had to pull his head off of my cock so we could make out.  That’s a very rare experience for me, but goddamned if he didn’t earn it.  Such amazing cocksucking.  When I finally came it was like I couldn’t stop pouring semen down his throat.  It was equal parts stunning blowjob and tragic ending, the latter only because I never ever saw him again.

Unlike my other two Cupid-pierced cocksuckers.  Another one I tend to encounter once every three years when cruising at the park, a very girly young Mexican.  The first time he blew me was after I had already come twice in a night but damned if he didn’t pull a third load out of me.  As another guy watched, he sucked me down like a champ.  I remember after that night going back several times hoping to find him again but to no avail.  In fact, it would be another two or three years before we encountered each other again.

The next time it happened was even more magical than the first.  He remembered who I was and we wasted no time in getting his mouth reaquianted with my dick.  It was a very tender, loving blowjob administered until a warm summer sky as I sat on a bench by the water.  Who says there’s nothing fun to do in Seattle at three am?  He asked me to fuck him, and while I don’t fuck guys I liked the offer from such a girly-looking specimen.  We stopped with the blowjob to make out for awhile.  He even kissed like a girl.

We seem to average an outdoor encounter every three years, which means we’re due again this summer.  I can’t wait.

My last love connection I mentioned before in this entry.  We met at the adult theater on the fourth of July after the fireworks.  The moment he began his mouth manuevers on my rod I knew I had a special cocksucker.  I wish I could explain what made it so special.  The deepthroating?  The piston-like efficiency of his head movements?  The sweet patience?  Those slurping noises he made as he went for it?  It was all of the above.  He got me off three times that night and, ever since, we’ve been running into each other there.  Every time he blows me at least twice, sometimes three times.  By my estimate, he has blown me more than any other guy ever has.  He is also, without a doubt, one of the greatest cocksuckers I’ve ever gone up against, male or female.  He said he was falling in love with my cock, which is fine because my cock fell in love with his mouth.  I guess that makes us both old-fashioned romantics.