Slowest Month in 2009 for Cock

Nine blow jobs given this month. Slowest month in 2009 before now was February with 11 - but, of course, February is a short month. January was my most succulent month in 2009 when I gave 27 blow jobs - from 1/1/2009 to 1/31/2009. Wow! Likely the most blow jobs I gave in one month ever.
It's not uncommon that I get more dick in the winter months, by the way. Why? I've never figured that out.

Slow Week for Dick but Hott for Cruising

Only significant item from Saturday cruise was talking to one of my regulars. I told him not to 'ackhowledge' me from the sidewalk or street because the police followed me for a long time the other night after he waved heartily and started walking towards my car like he wanted to get in my vehicle. Police were most likely wondering how I knew this notorious bad boy. He said he understood and will be more discreet in the future. We'll see. I suck him off with my oral pleasures, but I don't partake in his bad boy streetlife. Tonight he was headed to a bar, and I wasn't willing to hang around until he got tanked up for a bj. It was way too early to just hang around for hours. So, maybe I'll get in his pants next time. Hope so.

Wednesday Night Was Better

More guys on the streets as I cruised around for about an hour tonight. However, I had the same problem I had last night but at a different location. In front of a bar I've gone to several times, there were two guys that I've 'done' hanging out front. I met both of them within a block of that bar on the street. Anyway, one looked real good tonight. He motioned and I went down a side street and waited. He never followed. I told him before that I don't stop when other guys I know are around because they might approach me as well. Guess I'll have to remind him of that next time I'm talking to him or 'doing' him. He really looked good tonight, though. Clean-shaven as he sometimes has a scruffy beard that doesn't work for me. He had his white slacks on that drive me up one side of his hard cock and down the other. As I circled around a couple times to see if he was still around, he wasn't. Damn! Anyway, it was a nice evening to drive around with the windows down as the temp dropped back into the 70s tonight.

Muggy Tuesday Night Drive

Not the best night for taking a drive. So muggy in Chicago. Temp still in the 80s at 10 o'clock at night. But, in my hour drive, I did see some studs out. Three former 'dates' including one that I haven't seen or done in quite a while - maybe more than a half-year. He looks pretty good with a little extra weight and a buzz cut, but I saw him talking on the sidewalk with the guy who I saw last night who was in need of a shower. Both of these guys looked clean tonight, but it's beyond me to stop to pick up one and not the other - and beyond me to pick up both! Thing is, both of these guys have wives and a kid. I'm sure our dates are private and need to stay that way. If I picked up either one - in front of the other - the 'secret' would be out for either or both of them. One thing I've learned is that these 'straight guys' who take a blow job now and then need to keep 'the secret.' And I'm very good at doing that for them. If that 'talk', shame on them. But I keep things confidential - especially when they're doing it on the sly when their woman isn't around. Really would have gone for the one I hadn't seen in a while if he was alone. Would have been good to taste his cock again!

Along another route, a former date was standing with a couple of ladies and a couple of guys in front of a bar with a lousy reputation. He waved but I kept going. I don't like stopping when there's a crowd. Just as I see the same people on the street, hanging out, week after week, the street people see the same guys cruising around, I'm sure. Though I haven't been with this guy for a long time, he definitely remembers the couple of dates we had and so do I. He's cute and trim, which I like, but not real well endowed.

What made the night most memorable was when I saw a guy walking and I circled back to get a better look. Wow! Average height, nice trim body, light blue T-shirt and dark blue jeans bulging at zipper-height, and hot white and silver sneakers. He walked down a side street and I pulled in an alley ahead of him, stopped for a second, gave him a thumbs up from a distance and waited a short distance down the alley. From my side-view mirror, I saw him walk along the sidewalk and look down the alley, and I waved my arm out the window. He walked past the alleyway and quickly returned. Then, he walked down the alley to my car. When this happens, like it did about a week ago with a guy I scored with, I get tense. But this time, there was no need to when I saw that I knew the face. He refreshed my memory by saying that we had talked a while ago out on the main street once. He asked if I was ready to tell him what I wanted - because I apparently wasn't very forward last time I talked to him. He smiled with a cute dimple and I knew this was my chance to lay it on the line. The words came out of my mouth, "I want to suck you!" He looked a little surprised at my bluntness, but then said he didn't have time. I promised him it wouldn't take long - even though I knew it would probably take quite some time to get some place comfortable and to blow him. He asked where I lived, if I had a condom, and other questions about possibly doing it. Turns out that he took my phone number and said he'd call. I sure as hell hope he does. He's suckin' sweet! And I want to see (and taste) what makes that zipper in those blue jeans bulge like that.

Beautiful Monday Night Drive

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Beautiful Sunday Night Drive

Cruised around for about and hour-and-a-half, and for the first time in ages, I didn't see anyone I knew from an unzipped past. No one! I found that kind of refreshing in its own way. There were lots of hotties out, but they were in groups. I'm not opposed to discreetly cruising a guy in a group, but these several groups of thugs were hanging out on corners and all looking in my direction. No opportunity for a discreet cruise. Beautiful Sunday summer night for a drive. Would have been beautiful for making out on a quiet side street, too, but it didn't happen.

Cutie Calls the Next Day

I see last night's massage recipient called me but left no message this afternoon. Maybe he wants another massage already? Maybe he is ready to let me go down on him? Maybe he just wants to see if the number I gave him works? Whatever, I'm glad he's thinking of me. I'm still thinking of him! But I'm not ready to cruise this early, so I'm not returning the call just yet.

Cruising plans for this Saturday night were disrupted by 'regular friends' wanting to go out to dinner. Shit happens...

Cutie Takes a Massage

Shortly after starting to ride around, I saw the cute guy I met last week. In fact, I wrote about him six nights ago when I first saw him and talked to him. At that time, he ended up telling me, "I'm straight, man" and waited for a ride from his girlfriend. When I first saw him, he was standing in front of a doorway and I parked a short distance away. When he suspected I was trying to take pics of him, he walked over and we talked for a while. Sneaking pics of him, thankfully, never became an issue.

Tonight, I saw him again around the same place. Without a baseball cap and heavy jacket, he looked even hotter. Under the jacket and hat, I couldn't see the cute buzz cut and muscular trim body. I could only see he was cuter than suck! Tonight, he walked over to my vehicle and said he was hitting on his friends for $10 that he needed. I told him I wasn't comfortable talking on the street, and he took the hint and got in to go for a short ride. During the ride, we got to talking about how we met last week, and I asked him if he knew I was "interested" in him. He said, "Yes." I told him that he probably gets offers for rides from lots of guys, but he said, "No, you're the first one." He went on to say that he'd never done anything like this - being approached by a guy and getting to know him. But, being quite perceptive, he asked what I wanted. I told him that I find him attractive and would like to touch him. Almost as if he knew that was what I wanted, he said I could touch - nothing else. Like so many others I end up picking up, he's a very fit construction worker. I massaged his leg and told him how nice and muscular it is. I ventured up the leg and dropped my fingers down within a hair of his pants' crotch. He didn't flinch, so I ran my fingers along the inside seam of his blue jeans which were well-below his package. He must of known I couldn't feel anything there, so, surprisingly, he unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans wide. He really meant I could have a "good" touch! Naturally, without hesitation, I put my hand down in his open blue jeans and boxers. Besides his lengthy cock with big low-hanging balls, I reclined his seat a little and scoped out his nice trim body with muscular chest and flat stomach, and his muscular arms. When I touched his arm, he flexed it to show me how muscular it is. I stroked the length of his cock and cupped his low hangers. His equipment in his jeans was surprisingly more-than-adequate for his short height. I did a small amount of begging to go down on him, but he said, "No, next time." After questioning the small ring on his pinky finger, he told me it was from his girlfriend who he fucked just last night. If there is a 'next time' for me with this cutie, I hope it's when his gf is on the rag so he'll be horny enough to 'make me' swallow it all! Massaging this stud got me hotter than hell. I nut in my briefs and headed home for the night.

Saw 4 Past Dates but Just Cruised On

Even though I saw four guys I'd done before, I just cruised around for a while tonight. I was still pretty well satisfied from last night, Wednesday's session, I guess. The first guy I saw walked up from behind me inside a McDonalds and wanted to know what I was up to. He was still dirty from work and I told him I was busy. It was really too early in my cruising to do anything yet. A little later, I saw a former date standing with a friend in front of a liquor store talking. He waved and I did the same - and kept going. The third guy I saw was leaving a bar that I pass, because I've done a couple of guys who I enjoy seeing from time to time that go there. This one looked good tonight in his blue jeans and tight, body-hugging white polo shirt. I stopped and talked to him for a little bit and told him it was too early to do anything - and I might be around later. He lives right by the bar and hangs out on the street quite a bit.

And finally, I saw a guy I dated about six times last winter. He was walking down the street with a beautiful, young, scantily-clad lady. I stopped and he came over to my vehicle to talk while she stayed a distance away waiting for him. He was in tasty-looking shorts and a pull-over shirt. I didn't care for his new haircut, but he still looked pretty good to me. He's tall and trim with a big piece of meat. He told me that he now lives on the street where I saw him, and he said he lives with that lady. I asked him if it's serious, and he said 'no' - they're just roommates. I asked him if anybody's been sucking his dick, and he got embarrassed even though the lady was too far away to hear me. He said 'no, call me.' I told him I would. After that, I cruised a decent-looking guy in cream-colored dress slacks on a bicycle. I love 'getting' a guy on a bicycle. Sometimes, they say, "Follow me" and they take their bike somewhere to park it and then go for a ride. Sometimes, they tell me where they live and tell me to drive there - they show up, put the bike in the house and then go for a ride. But usually, they just ask for my phone number and, if they call, we meet up at a future date. Muscular legs on bicycles in the city get me excited. I've hooked up with quite a few bicycle riders, actually.
Anyway, I headed home dickless tonight. By tomorrow night, I'll probably be too horny to pass up any of them.

Rain Stopped for a Day while Temps and Bulging Crotches Rose

With the improved weather on Wednesday, it was ideal for being out, driving around, and cruising. After a couple of failed attempts at meeting guys either because they weren't interested or I lost interest when seeing the guy close-up, I saw Fabian, a guy I've known for about two years now.

He was crossing a street, jay-walking, when I saw him and he noticed me. In my rearview mirror, I saw him wave which means he's available. Sometimes when I see him out on the street, he's not. When I pulled over to pick him up, he said he wanted to 'do something' but he didn't have much time because his girlfriend was waiting for him at his place. When he doesn't have time, it's not really that good of a time for me and he knows it. So, he suggested that he'd call me within an hour if he could get his girlfriend to leave. After about 40 minutes, he called and we got together. He's afraid of his girlfriend finding out that he's doing this and I keep telling him not to worry.

The night we met was hott! He was standing along 26th Street on a beautiful Friday evening with traffic and people everywhere. After driving around the block a couple of times, he finally acknowledged my interest. I pulled down a side street and waited to see if he'd approach. Nothing! I went on my way and had a good evening doing something else. A couple hours later, when I passed the same area along 26th, this handsome, masculine stud was still hanging out on the street. This time, I nodded and he reciprocated with a nod. Again, I pulled down a side street to see if he would come over. And this time, he did. We both spoke cautiously because, as I would find out later, he thought I was up to no good and therefore afraid of me, and by the time I'd given up on him earlier in the evening, I thought he was politely rejecting my efforts to meet him.

As it turned out, we only talked on the side street for about 5 minutes and exchanged phone numbers after I said I'd like to get to know him better and he said that would be all right.

It was sometime later that he finally called and wondered if I wanted to go out. And, remembering how hott he looked on the street and how masculine he looked and sounded, I met him that evening. That evening was the first time I sucked his cock. A very nice cock, too. Without an erection, when I start sucking him, there's a lot of thick uncut skin to let my tongue toy with. He tenses up during this part of the oral performance and gets very hard. Like his latino skin, his cock is dark in color. It's lengthy and thick with a scrumptious head that loves to be tongued when Fabian's got an erection - a mouthful. I really enjoy tonguing the ample-sized slit in his cock's head. I also love his happy trail leading from his belly button down to his thick bush - and his big balls. Like many other studs I know, he keeps his body in great shape as one who works construction and walks a lot when he's not working. Great body! His package - cock and balls - is a surprise because he's actually better hung than many guys who are much taller. Problem is, he has that girlfriend who sees him quite often and keeps him content most of the time. Like other guys I know who unzip for me, he says his gf only will suck once in a while. When I see him, quite often he'll just want a ride. But like tonight, he's usually quite liberal minded by letting me enjoy him below the belt if the gf isn't around. Unlike some others, however, he doesn't like his muscular arms, chest and stomach touched. But below the waist is totally available to be enjoyed for a leg and crotch massage, and, of course, for tasting and sucking. And I definitely enjoy him when I see him as I did tonight.

It's always a joy to see Fabian and get to a place where he's comfortable enough to open his pants like he did tonight.

Rainy Week in Chicago

Since it's a slow week with the rainy weather, I'm posting a 'success photo' from May '09 - a month ago - before writing about this week's adventures.

It's been raining too much the past few days in Chicago, but a guy's got to do what he's got to do. So I took a quick ride like I did last night. Last night, nothing noteworthy happened other than seeing some guy on the street who recognized me and tried to flag me down. But, the truth is, he's got a hygeine problem sometimes, and he didn't look very clean last night. So, I just waved and kept going. If I see him again and he looks doable, I'll stop and either tell him the truth - or say I was too busy and didn't have time. I'm capable of giving both responses, depending on the mood I'm in the next time I see him. After all, these guys are bold and honest with me, so I have no reason not to be the same with them.

Anyway, I went riding around for about an hour-and-a-half tonight again. As wet as it was, nobobody - but nobody - was out for the first half-hour. Later on, I saw some females walking-their-walk and thought guys might take to the streets, too. There were a few out, but not many. One who was a little too chubby for my liking was walking around and trying to make eye contact. I thought he'd be quick to get in my car if I stopped, but I didn't. If I hadn't had any for quite a while, it would have been a different story. I saw that another cruiser stopped for him and the guy on the street just walked by his vehicle. So, he was either picky or playing hard to get with that guy. But while I was checking him out, I saw another guy I'd talked to before. We talked again, but nothing happened as he said his brother was waiting for him at home and he had to go. First time we talked about two weeks ago, he asked me if I like men. He obviously had caught me staring at his nice jeans crotch. When I said yes, he seemed to get nervous. But, he was willing to stop and talk again tonight, anyway. The way he was packing this dark dress pants in the crotch, I'm sure he caught me checking out his crotch again. I'd like to take a ride with him some night - and he knows it.

Headed home, there was only one fine-looking guy who got my car horn tapping its sound with interest. He looked once and kept walking. Obviously, he knew the score. Probably been honked at many times before by guys drooling for him and was going to keep his padlock on his jeans' zipper tonight. Yep, I thought about calling Aldo again, but it was really getting too late to expect him to come out on a night like this. Hopefully the weather will get more summer-like in Chicago soon so the guys will be out in their summer wear and in need of the awesome head I want to give them.

Aldo Called

After having no luck getting Aldo on the phone since I saw him last week, I was delighted to hear from him this evening - to say the least. We went for a little ride and ended up at his place. During the ride, we talked about his wife and two kids in Mexico and his construction job. Then, I asked him what he did all weekend and he said he had a great time Friday night as it was about the fifth time he fucked a lady down the street who has a very nice body. Hearing how he loved fucking her and how long he spent doing the push-push on her pussy was making us both hot - especially him. Seeing the obvious rise in his jeans, and hearing that the Friday night date doesn't suck dick, I knew he wanted me for that kind of pleasure when pussy wasn't around - and he got it! Hope to see him again real soon.

How tasty he looked in his blue jeans, short-sleeve polo shirt and work boots when we met to go for a ride

He unzipped his pants and brought the Fruit of the Looms down under his balls while he was still hot from the conversation about the pussy he got two nights ago, and I got his fertile nut.

Friday Evening Drive

As I took one of my most common and favorite routes this evening, I saw a guy I'd taken for a ride - maybe a dozen times - hanging out in front of a store. He saw me, extended his arm, and started walking towards the street. I waved or motioned "no" and kept driving. It was so early out - what was he thinking? The other problem was that he looked like he needed a good shower before getting together. Then, some time later, I saw a guy that I'd gone riding with maybe a dozen times. He walked up to me, shook my hand, and told me he was busy but would go for a ride if I came back to that location at midnight. I blow hot and cold with wanting to see him. Tonight, I wasn't in the mood to go out with him. He used to be a good time almost every time, but the last couple of times we went out, he was in too much of a hurry. That isn't good.
I ended up parking for a while along a street near a bar that attracts a lot of guys and gals who will chat and be adventurous. While sitting there, I called Aldo, and then Eddie who is a hottie I have lost touch with after a misunderstanding of sorts - but now would love to see again - and found both of their phones are still non-functional. So, I didn't have to look far to find a great looking guy. Unfortunately, he turned out to not be adventurous. After talking for quite some time, he said he was waiting for his girlfriend. When I asked him if he wanted to call her and tell her that he had a ride, he gave me the common friendly line that I occasionally get from these studs - "I'm straight, man." They leave the recipient of the line somewhat confused as how to accept the line. Sometimes, they mean 'I'm ok, man" but more often they mean to say 'I know you want some dick and I'm straight, man.' I think this guy meant half of one and half of the other. I didn't think he knew my thoughts were in his pants, but maybe he did. With that, I decided to head home for the night. Too tired to make any other attempts.

Tasty Jesus

Not the most handsome guy I ever stopped and talked to, but the nice body on this guy wearing a white t-shirt, black jeans, and hot work boots got me to slow down, pull a short way into an alley, tap the horn a couple of times, and find he was curious enough to walk down the alley to see what I was up to. Though I had a pretty good idea where he was coming from and where he was going, I asked him why he was walking down the street with a half-bottle of beer. Besides telling me the bar he spent all his money at and where he was headed - about a block away - it didn't take long to get him to take a short ride and unzip. Something like 2-1/2 hours in his black jeans before getting the tasty load. Damn, I'll want to see this one again soon. He said it was his first time getting done like this, and he didn't have to tell me how much he really enjoyed it as we exchanged numbers - cell phone to cell phone - right on the spot. I love his nice developed muscles from the construction jobs he has had and currently has. It was hot to see how he enjoyed showing them off and watching me drool before calling it a night. With a few beers down, lots of studs like to show off their muscles - and more!

Hump Day Drive

Evening's settled in, and even though it's cool out tonight, I feel like getting out of computerville and going for a ride. Destination? Hmmm... I've been curious to see how Humboldt Park has been in the evening this summer. Some summers past, it's been a blast, but in recent summers it's been slow and boring. However, the neighborhood areas have been nice to cruise and get to know. But still thinking of two nights ago when I ran into Aldo, I just might return to Little Village for a drive around - in hopes that I run into him or someone like him again. Actually, I tried calling him yesterday and again today and his phone's been off. Maybe he's out of minutes, I don't know. The phone he has with his roommates in his house has been disconnected. Whatever, I hope to see him again soon. Oh, and Jose called again today during the afternoon while I was at work, but he didn't leave a message. Just can't imagine why he's so anxious to talk or see me. If I see him, I'll find out.
So, it was cool - nearly cold - out and hardly anybody on the streets. So I called Ricardo to see what he was up to. He was quick to go out for a ride. He's always worried about money - aren't we all - he bores me when he keeps talking about money. Spent about an hour together, got a good taste, and then I came home. He wasn't too exciting - but better than nothing.

Aldo

Last night, I rode around a bit and decided to call it a night around 1AM. I was headed to McDonalds to get a large soda for the last leg of the drive home when I saw a tall, trim guy looking at my car as I drove past him. He waved. I circled back and found his long legs had already taken him down Komensky, to which I followed. I pulled over and saw it was the last tall trim guy I'd met - maybe last November - along 26th Street near Kedzie. That night, he was walking home near Pulaski from Volkan, a night club on Kedzie. That night, I hinted at my interest in him and we exchanged phone numbers. It wasn't until about two months later that he called and we went out. Anyway, last night, I stopped and we talked for a bit. No way I was going to let him go without offering him another ride. He said he had to get up early in the morning. To coax him to take a little ride, I reached out my window and slipped two fingers in the waist of his unbelted black jeans and pulled them towards me to let him know that I'm finding him irresistible again - though I'm pretty sure my eyes already told him that. Little did he know that his fresh haircut added to the excitement. Though he's straight as hell with a kid and significant other in Mexico, he definitely doesn't mind seeing me get excited over his nice-fitting black jeans, cling-to-the-body short-sleeve polo shirt, high work boots, and more. He looked better than the night we met, and even a little better than the night I took him out in January for a few drinks at a local bar. Just like the night we went to the bar in January, last night we parked for about 20 minutes before he went into his house for a good night's sleep. After our 20 minutes in the vehicle, I know he was relaxed and ready to sleep. Since I can't get him off of my mind, I probably won't be seeing anybody else tonight - I'll just remember last night and be content.

Jorge

I just got a call from a guy named Jorge in the Little Village area. I told him I know 3 Jorges. He reminded me that we got together about two months ago and went for a ride around the area. It wasn't until I checked my list of friends that I remembered who he was. He's a guy I saw walking a couple times along 26th Street. One night, I stopped and talked to him. Turns out he's new to the area and looking for a job. Nice guy. Since we met, one afternoon he called and wanted to go riding again - and we did. Nothing interesting happened, but I got to know him better. Well, this guy no longer lives down by Kedzie. He's rather transient and lives where I first found him - down by the Pulaski end of Little Village. He's a little shy in the adventure department, but I haven't given up on him because he's intriguing in his own way. I'll definitely be calling him back sometime. As for tonight, I'm only thinking of the guy I ran into last night. I had a great time with him!
UPDATE: He called two more times wondering if I'm going to pick him up tonight. Can only wonder what he needs.

Cruising Chicago

This blog is all about my favorite pastime, cruising Chicago. I do it 52 weeks a year, no matter what. Some weeks, I've been known to cruise around 7 nights a week when the weather is too nice to just stay indoors or I'm simply too antsy to stay in. Life's much more interesting out and about than sitting in front of a tv or computer. Yet, I want to share my experiences. So I'll be spending a little more time at the computer to share my experiences related to cruising around. I've gotten to know most every part of Chicago through my cruising, but I do have favorite spots. Most recently, due to friendships in the area, I've been cruising Little Village and my blogs will start with me telling my adventures there.