By memorable loads I mean the load itself, taste, texture, amount, etc, as well as the guy and the situation.

My most memorable load (lots of competition for that distinction) was in a tearoom some years ago. There was no glory hole, so the action was mostly under the partions. I like this better than a glory hole. It offers the same anonymity and concentration on the essentials, but it gives access to all the essentials.

It's late on a Sunday afternoon and very quiet. A guy comes in and taps his foot right away. Running shoes, jeans, strong calves. Soon I'm peaking under the partition, but he leans back and to the side, so I can't see his face. Just a nice jock body in a sweatshirt.

Next thing I know he's kneeling on the floor but with his cock still in his stall. Ok, just a hand job. Not a problem. I start stroking his hard cock. About 7 inches, medium thick, nice but not large head. I work my hand over it, feeling for what he likes. I play with the head, teasing the leaking piss slit, stroke up and down the shaft. I get a good rythm going.

With my left hand I play with his balls. Nice and hairy, firm. Doesn't seem to do anything for him.

I take a chance and move my hand to his ass, thinking he won't go for it. But he does. I rub my finger around his hairy crack, feeling for the pucker. It's damp and a little sticky. I tease it and press inward just slightly. He likes it, shifts just a bit to give me better access. Somehow I know not to try any penetration.

Before long I feel his pucker tense and an enormous load lands on my left forearm. It's so thick and chunky it just sits there, doesn't run off, not even a dribble.

He moves to get up and I carefully pull my arm back. The mass of cum is still there. I look at it. A thing of beauty. I suck it off my arm. It's so thick and chunky, it's not a liquid. The taste is sweet and a little salty, not at all bitter. I savor it, swirl it around in my mouth, test the chunks with my teeth. Then I swallow it.

By this time the guy has left. I zip up and leave, feeling completely satisfied. For the rest of the afternoon and all evening, as I go about the various things I have to do, I keep sniffing my left hand and forearm. This keeps me in a constant state of arousal until I get home and beat off, with my arm over my face.

I don't know if it was the best hand job he'd ever gotten, but I it was by far the best hand job I've ever given.

I have yet to get a load quite like that one, and not for lack of trying.

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I don't remember the exact details, but my most memorial load was for where it landed. I was sucking of guys at our adult theater. It was a pretty good night. I had sucked this guy who was really into it. He came some in mouth then pulled out. I thought he was done and super sensitive so that was okay. I get up and move to another seat. He gets up and leaves. Nothign special.

I go out and talk to the attendant for a minute. I needed some money for cigs. He keeps looking at me funny, but I don't think aobut it. In the hallway guys look at me and smile; I smile back. Thinking I am getting more attention than usual, but what the hell. I finally end up in the restroom, look in the mirror, and I have a huge shot of cum in my hair. Well, I guess it pays to advertise.

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My most memorable load was from a 42 yo married guy i met on the internet. I had talked to him a couple times on gay.com chat and thought his body and cock were amazing. He was very careful and discreet so it was exciting when he finally let me talk him into getting a blowjob late one night when his wife was out of town. I met him in a parking lot and followed him to his house. He pulled his pants down and sat on the couch when we got inside and I knew what to do. He wanted nothing more than a bj he never gets from his wife and then for me to leave. Sucking his 8"c was the most fun I've ever had with a guy. When he got close I looked in his eyes, saw him cringe and then felt his mushroom swell up and explode. The cum was so thick I could barely swallow it but I didn't wanna disappoint him. It was a peculiar taste- not sweet or salty or sour. I gagged because it was such a huge thick load but boy it was fun.

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Two different occasions come to mind for me of my most memorable loads.

First one happened one night when I was cruising in a local park that is well known in Madison for cruising. There were plenty of other men there looking for the same thing I was that cold wintry night. As I was parked in a stall near the entrance to the parking area I noticed a familiar looking SUV pulling into the lot. I had blown this guy a few months before and knew he has an amazing cock. About 8.5 inches long and thick as hell, taping from a fat base to a nice triangular head. It had fit perfectly down my throat the first time I'd been allowed to service it. I quickly started my car to follow the SUV hoping he would pull over and I could let him know how interested I was in sucking his fat cock again. Luckily he pulled into a stall in the same lot. so I eased into the next slot so my window faced his driver's window. He smiled at me when I rolled my window down to ask if I could suck his cock again. He told me he recognized me. Then he told me to follow him. We drove over to a nearby business lot that we used the first time. I got into his truck to find his thick cock out already. It was already fully erect and throbbing when I got it into my mouth. I sucked on it for about fifteen minutes...licking it...slowly savoring the taste of his meat in my mouth...worshipping the beautiful cock like I needed to. Suddenly without warning me he started to unload in my mouth. I could feel the jets of sperm filling my mouth until my cheeks were bulging. Thick, chunky, hot, and salty it tamed the cumcravings I had been having for hours. As he softened in my mouth I struggled not to swallow this magnificent treat he had given me. He eased out of my mouth and let my head up. I smiled, opened my mouth to show him his nectar in my mouth, and then swallowed every drop of his chunky, tasty load.

The second time occured in the same park on my birthday this past October. I had spent a few hours with a friend drinking beers earlier in the evening. My route home led me past my favorite park and I decided to drop by to see if I could end my birthday celebration the right way...on my knees worshipping some strange cock until my throat was filled.

There were only two cars in the parking lot near the restrooms when I pulled up the hill to park. I quickly removed my slacks in my car. I had worn light colored slacks out that evening and did not want to leave noticeable knees stains or cumstains on them. I was wearing a pair of silk boxers which could pass as shorts easily. Having had a few beers earlier in the evening I also needed to pee badly so I got out of the car after a moment to look around and headed to the men's room. There was an older man standing about 25 feet away from the entrance to the restrooms. He watched me walk to the men's room door. As I approached I second man standing immediately next to the restroom door. I smiled and said hello as I brushed past him to enter. Hoping to hear the door open behind me I stepped up to the urinal and peed. After waiting a few moments to no avail I washed my hands and walked out. He was still standing next to the door when I exited. He smiled, said hello, and asked how I was. I smiled back, looked down, and saw he was rubbing his hand on his cock while looking at me. I quickly dropped to my knees, unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, and began sucking it before he could stop me. His hand wrapped around my head. I sucked his cock for about five minutes like a greedy cumslut knowing that the other man was able to see me servicing the fat cock that was fucking my mouth. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and zipped his pants up. "Someone's coming...get up!!"

I quickly stood up to watch a man walk past us. He glanced over at us and walked around the side of the restroom building. I started to sink back to my knees when he stopped me. "Wait...I want to see what he does first." I told him it was okay if he watched if that was okay with him. He said okay and led me around the building. We found the third guy standing on the other side near an overhead light. My 'friend' led me to the corner under the light, looked over at the guy, and pushed me to my knees. Pulling his cock out in front of the other guy he pushed it into my mouth. His hand wrapped back around my head and he began fucking my mouth slowly. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feelings of being used by an unknown man when I sensed the third man had joined us. I opened my eyes, pulled off the cock in my mouth to see he has his cock out and the man using my mouth was stroking it to hardness. Soon they were taking turns fucking my mouth singly or together while I struggled to pleasure them with my tongue. After 10 minutes or so the first guy began cumming in my mouth. As his spurts began filling my throat the second cock began spraying into me. My throat and mouth were overflowing with cum as they sated themselves in me. As they finished they stepped back to zip up and then walked away leaving me under the light with a mouthful of their seed. It was then that I saw the older man who had been standing in the distance had walked up right next to us to stroke his cock. As I knelt there struggling to swallow the double load of cum I had been given he masturbated his hard cock. "Fucking amazing slut!", is all he said as he stepped up to cum on my face. Spraying me with his load he finished the last few spurts in my open mouth. Then he walked away into the night.

I knelt there a few seconds longer...gasping...burping up cum and swallowing it back down...and smiling like the cumslut I am. Thinking of the sweet birthday loads I had taken that night and wishing there had been more I quietly walked back to my car to drive home. Maybe next year I can top my new record...

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Two encounters rank as most memorable:

1) I used to deliver furniture back when I was a bit younger. In the area of town where I used to work, there was a cruisy park. Sometimes I'd drive through at the end of the day. From time to time I'd see this one particular dude also cruising the park, but we never hooked up. One afternoon, however, we ran into each other again, but not inside the actual park -- we were just driving along the city streets and by chance pulled up next to each other at a traffic signal.

He gave me a nod of his head and probably tapped his brake lights or something as we drove away from the signal. I followed him -- into a cemetery parking lot!

It was mid-autumn and early evening, the sun was near ready to set. Even though I had followed him, I took the initiative and got out of my car and walked into the cemetery. He followed. Leaning against a large monument, away from public view, I light a cigarette and waited until he arrived. We made the usual small-talk and ultimately he got around to asking if I wanted to jerk off with him. This sounded like a pretty good idea, and though I always prefer to get sucked, an unexpected encounter of this sort and in this odd setting was a good turn-on for me, so I agreed.

The dude was decent looking, though a bit nondescript. He was built thick and about six feet tall, hairy. He unzipped and pulled out a massive, fat cock. He was mostly soft and I was a bit nervous seeing this huge dick. I hadn't yet shown him mine and by comparison... I felt like I had a mosquito-sized cock! But in the end, he seemed to enjoy my dick just the same, so I relaxed. We both stroked each other, hiding behind the memorial slab as the sun slipped steadily away, dark shadows creeping along the ground.

We never sucked each other, but that was OK. We sort of held on to each other, though. At one point he told me that he was a "big shooter" and that I should get out of the way when he was ready to cum. Yeah, yeah, I thought -- I've heard this before. But this guy wasn't exaggerating, as it turned out.

When he finally came, he leaned back against the grave and slowly stroked his fat, thick dick with a well-practiced hand. A smallish spurt of semen oozed out and I thought to myself that while it sure looked hot, it wasn't any sort of big shot like he had described. But that was just for starters. The dude ultimately blew a gigantic amount of cum that traveled a huge distance, at least ten feet if not more (I suspect more). No joke. You know I wouldn't shit you guys. In fact, he blew at least three spurts this amazing distance. The last two or three blasts were more or less "normal."

With my own hard dick still in my hands, I had to laugh. I forget what I said, but I am sure I told him I'd never seen anything like that before. He wiped off a bit of excess sperm from his hand and came over to me, played with my balls and nipples while I jerked myself off. I'm a respectable cumming, but compared to this guy... it seemed almost pathetic. Still, he seemed satisfied, so I was, too.

As we walked out of the cemetery it was nearly full dark. We talked a bit. He told me he lived with a chick but he often played with guys. He said his long-distance cumming was sometimes a problem for him as a lot of his sex partners thought it was too weird or else they simply didn't want to get slathered with so much cum from such a powerful dick.

We thanked each other for a good time and parted. I saw him again the following spring, ran into him in the local cruisy park near where I worked. As we talked for a second time, he admitted that he actually lived about a block away and around the corner from my furniture store. He also admitted that he had often watched me load the truck in warmer weather. I kind of liked that, enjoyed the fact that this dude was into looking at me from a distance.

So, since he already knew where I worked and was "in the neighborhood," I offered to take him back to the furniture store for some fun. I was the warehouse manager and I had a key to the premises. The store was closed, there was no chance of anyone showing up, and the owner often knew I frequently came in to work on my own time to get ahead of schedule or organize the warehouse when we had too much stock.

The store had huge picture windows in front which wrapped around two sides of the building. Here we set up our various displays. These windows provided enough light from outside to see, so I left the rest of the showroom lights off as we entered. Locking the door behind us, I was surprised at his boldness when he suggested we kick back on one of the sofas right on the sales floor. I agreed, but made sure that I picked a spot where I knew we could not be seen by passersby.

We got much more intimate this time around. Kissing, hugging, touching, shirts off, passing poppers back and forth, mutual sucking and stroking. We both had each other close to cumming several times but we both held back. He especially expressed concern that he didn't want to cum because he knew he'd shoot a huge distance and would certainly stain a lot of brand-new upholstery!

I suggested that we go into the warehouse staging area, where I and my crew get items ready for delivery in the mornings. There was a large expanse of tiled floor that I could easily mop up. But he didn't want to take a chance with this, either. I then told him that we had a warehouse storage area in the basement and that all the items down there were covered in plastic, plus there was an employee men's room where he could shoot directly into a large basin-type scrub sink. He agreed and we both zipped up and went downstairs to get off together. I told him to cum first since I knew it would turn me on to see it again.

Leaning against the far wall of the small restroom, about five feet away from the sink he was aiming at, he took a huge hit of poppers and jerked off as I played with his nipples. His resulting load was just as amazing as the first time, except that the room was too small to see the entire distance I knew he was capable of shooting. Still, five feet was impressive enough. And the damn fucker hit the center of the sink like a bullseye. I had to laugh again, but it didn't break the mood. He pulled my shirt over my head and licked my chest while I blew my load for him.

We made tentative plans to meet again, saying we'd look for each other in the park from time to time. I saw him watching me load the truck once more after that, but never ran into him in the park. A few months later, I moved to Florida.

I look for him every time I come to NY to visit, but so far... no luck. There is a new bookstore that recently opened in that neighborhood, though, so maybe if I'm lucky I will run into him there. Hell, stranger things have happened...

2) I was oft-cruised by this fellow when I was about eighteen years old. I'd guess he was almost thirty at the time. We'd run into each other late at night, street cruising in our vehicles. We fucked around a couple times, tentatively, in my van (ancient piece of shit with a three speed manual transmission on the column -- but it had a fold-out bed in the back, of which I made frequent good use). Neither of us ever came those couple of times, though. Not sure why, exactly, it just worked out that way.

But one night, he invited me over to his place -- it was winter and far too cold to fuck around in the back of the van, even with the heater on.

The sex was pretty good and consisted of mostly him blowing me. We moved from room to room in his apartment -- kind of odd, but fun, too. He seemed to want to get a taste of my dick in every room. We wound up in his parlor where we got naked together. At this time, I was still a bit shy and sometimes nervous during man to man sex, but I held my own pretty well.

I remember his dick was pretty damn nice and that he was mostly a submissive cocksucker sort of guy, and even at this young age I was finding that I really enjoyed these kinds of dudes. He sucked me on his knees while I stood there in the center of the room, then when he had me close to blowing my load, he stood up. He told me to wait there and he left the room, returning with a bottle of lube.

He greased up both our dicks and we rubbed our two hard cocks together, then we stood facing each other and jerked each other off. He told me that he often shot big loads and that I might get messy. I said it was cool with me.

His dick got harder and harder in my hand and he warned me that he was ready to cum. When he blew his wad, a massive outpouring of sperm filled my entire hand and oozed onto the carpet. He didn't seem to care. There was so much cum that even the back of my hand was covered, along with my wrist. I slowed down my stroke on his cock, thinking he was finished. "Keep going," he said, "I didn't cum yet."

What? What the fuck is he talking about? I was only about eighteen at the time and this sure LOOKED like a full load to me! But he wasn't kidding. I jerked his dick for at least a couple more minutes and then he shot yet another load, this one easily three times as massive as the first one. There was unbelievable amounts of semen just about everywhere, pouring from his dick and dripping from my hand, down our legs, onto my feet, a major puddle and many splashes on his rug.

To be perfectly honest... it was much too much. Bordering on inhuman and kind of gross. At the same time, it was hot as hell! I couldn't make up my mind if I was into this or not.

As it turned out, I guess I WAS into it because he took his own cum-slathered cock and rubbed it over my dick, then used his sperm as lube to stroke me off.

I fucked around with him in his apartment a couple more times after that, randomly running into him on the street. Each time it was the same: same sex, same inordinate amount of cum.

Last year, when I was visiting NY again, I noticed a familiar car in the parking lot of a local bookstore that was pulling in just as I was leaving. It couldn't be...

But it was. Same dude, and more amazingly -- same fucking car! Hell, it had been almost TWENTY years and he was still driving the same car.

He recognized me immediately and came over to my truck as I was starting the ignition. We talked and I teased him for not having bought a new car. He called me a rude name, all in jest, and we laughed. He asked if I remembered our encounters way back when. I told him I sure did, and I said I could never forget a dude who came so much. He said he still came just as heavy and he invited me back to his place for another go.

Alas, I'd just cum twice inside the bookstore and was sure I wasn't up for even more. I told him I'd try to meet him a few nights from now, but we never ran into each other again.

Something tells me I'll eventually see him, though. I always run into guys from my past over and over.

I've never met anyone who could match the distance of Guy #1 or the amount of Guy #2 since.

In a way, I'm kind of glad. I generally don't carry quite enough Kleenex in my jacket pocket anyway!

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Back in HS days there were a few fellas that had more needs than their gf took care of (or so was the excuse) lol
My two most memorable cummers:

#1: a fella had an issue with cumming way to easy & quick. As in just getting ready (like putting on a condom) would be to much and he'd explode, which would very effectively ruin the moment. JO ahead of time (b4 the date) helped some, but he realized that if he came really hard, then later he was ok. But it seems he came really hard only when he had 'help'. But most helpers didn't like the big load happening within seconds of the action getting going., so repeat sessions were hard to come by. Well, I didn't mind quick-shots, especially if the shooter wasn't done! The 2ed shot took a few minuets, but was still a lot of cum (like normal bigger load fella's 1st) Well after HS most of the play buddies weren't playing much anymore. Some years past... Then I got a phone call, and in a timid familiar voice I was asked if I still liked sucking dick? (of course) Mentioned how he really liked how I did and never let him make a mess., how it helped his dates, etc etc. He came over, fed me 3 loads, and went on his date. Called after and said it was perfect. This lasted about a year- date night=> feed me 1st. Was great.

#2: My other memorable load giver was a little guy, both in stature and less than 5" thin cock. We would meet up and I'd suck & swallow. He also had a little issue in getting repeating service as he only liked getting head, no recip., and shot unbelievably huge loads. Uncapped- he would easily shoot 4 feet for 5-6 squirts and then progressively going down to heavy flowing squirts for maybe 10-12 more strong pulses., followed by more dribbling out for a bit. Very intense orgasm sort of guy too.
Of course with me, his cock was always 'capped' in my mouth so there were no distance shots. lol Always delicious, The only problem I had was sometimes those 1st few squirts would tend to trigger my gag reflex, but I managed to keep it in, and keep up with the flow swallowing it all down. I would be eager for round two, which he was usually eager to give., although the 2ed round was more normal. Never saw anyone cum as much as he did before or since., not even in porns. I later read the term hyperspermia, he obviously was one with the condition.

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Amazing how there always had to be a justification back then "I wish there were some girls around but since there aren't..."

No one wanted to admit / accept they plain old liked sex with guys (myself included).

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Ugh, another gay who struggles with concept of Sexual Preference.

Some guys do lie in going "Aw shucks no girls around" but for many others, it's real. Especially if they're in 1) prison 2) military 3) boys' schools 4) the Middle East 5) poverty, situations where they simply can't get girls.

They'd PREFER girls if they could get to them, hence the concept of sexual PREFERENCE.

Get it? Just because you eat Italian food - and even like it - when you can't get your preferred Chinese favorites, does not make you Italian. Some "straight" MSM may be closet-y gay liars, but many others are hetero-flexible. As in, yes still hetero.

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