Sunday night bang

It was Sunday night, and I had an urge to get one more bang in before the work week began. I mean, it was the weekend after all, and I'd only had the one lay on Friday with the guy who popped it.

I was invited to a group that was happening Sunday night. My interest was piqued not only because it sounded hot, but also because it was scheduled for early evening. This meant that I could go and have a decent amount of time to play, then get home and to bed at a reasonable hour.

When I got to the host's apartment, I saw two cute guys leaving. I thought about ditching it as well, but figured that since I'd already trekked there, I might as well stay and check the meat inside.


I stripped down, wearing only my briefs and sneaks. The scene was an OK, and there were a couple fuckable guys. A young, cute, tight-bodied boy, wearing a jock strap that framed a hot little bubble butt, came up to me right away. He grabbed my crotch, said hello and began kissing me. I felt his smooth body up and down, making my way over his ass and into his crack. He was already quite lubed up -- due to the "anything goes" nature of the party, I wasn't sure whether it was in-fact lube or cum -- and asked me to fuck him. My finger slid into his hole all too easily, so I put in another and then another...now three fingers are up his boy-hole. I finger fucked him for a little, when two other guys made their way over. One played with his nipples and the other pulled my cock out from my briefs and jacked it.

I wasn't sure how big of a pig this kid was, so I thought I would test out his limits. I got behind, bent him over just enough to open up his ass cheeks, and slipped my cock into his hole. He took it without protest. I pumped a couple of times, but then decided to get a condom. Together we grabbed a couple rubbers and he followed me into a bedroom where I got him on the bed -- on all fours -- so that I could nail him standing up.

I rolled the condom onto my dick and tried slowly to get it in his ass. I say "tried" because it wasn't easy to go slowly since this guy was so loose. From the outside, he had a great ass, perfect curved shape that was just right for grabbing onto when nailing hard.


A couple guys came over to watch, when I got camera shy and lost my hard on.

The kid and I took a break and chatted for a bit. He was totally adorable, and seemed pretty smart. He said he loved to pig out and had been doing so for most of the night. I asked him what the vibe was like earlier, and he said it was packed with very hot dudes including a ripped Rican dude who fucked him and came in his ass twice. That disturbed me a little. As hot as it is to watch BB porn, see guys BB live and read/hear about BB fucks, I was a little bummed to hear that this dude, who turned out to be only 22, was getting fucked raw and taking loads by anon dudes. Yes, there's something really hot about that, like the Cobra flicks, but I look at those movies as fantasy only. When this cute twink said that he tested negative in August, but was afraid to get tested again...but loves to take loads...I couldn't help but feel protective. I mean, if he is poz, he should know for his own health and of course his partners (those who ask, at least).

After that rather weighty talk, we began making out. (I'm so fucking ADD.) I began sucking on each of his pierced nipples which got me hard again. I wanted to fuck, but knew that he wasn't really into getting it with a condom, but I didn't want to bang him raw. So he asked me to just jack off and when I was ready to cum, juice it inside of him. I thought about it for one second, clearly thinking with my cock, and decided to go for it. We returned to the place we fucked before, but this time he got on his back with legs spread. We began making out while I jacked my cock. I could feel that my balls were about to let loose, so I stood up, told him I was going to cum, slipped my dick in his ass and blew my load deep in his hole.


He looked at me and smiled. I pulled him up, kissed him, patted him on the ass and got outta there.

This was one of those times that I really thought about the guy post-fuck. I'm still thinking about him. I hope he gets tested, and takes care of himself.

On the bottom

I was poking around the .net on Friday night, after a chill dinner with friends, and saw that a guy I spoke with a few weeks earlier was online. He's a very good looking, beefed-up muscle stud who lives in Midtown. Hot enough to go into the category of "if he's up for fucking around, I'll travel." He was up for hooking, and DID want company, so in the cab I went.

His profile says "Top/Vers," so I thought there was a possibility of my fucking him (his pictures showed off a fantastic shelf bubble butt). The guy's profile said that he was looking for "Fun or more. Hook or LTR." I always like to see that on a hot guy, because then I think..."what if."

His place wasn't that great. Typical small Midtown, railroad one bedroom. He answered the door in only a towel, showing off his huge beefy pecs, and tight, ripped stomach. He was about my height (tall), and had very short hair. His head was shaved in his pics, which I don't particularly care for, so I was glad that he had some hair on his head.

He asked me to hang out while he took a quick shower. I thought it was cool that he trusted me to just hang out in his living room while he was showering. I certainly wouldn't trust a trick in my apartment while I was in the bathroom...probably because I had my digital camera stolen.


He came out, went into the bedroom, looked back at me standing in the living room, and jiggled his tight ass, indicating that play was to begin.

We started with deep kisses. Our tongues went as far down each others throats as they could. We got on the bed as one unit, keeping our lips locked. He pushed me down to his dick, and I gave him head like a champ. His cock was average at best. Even if I'm topping, I love having a nice slab of meet to play with. This wasn't that, but it certainly wasn't anything to laugh at either. His smooth nut sac matched his dick (although his dick didn't really match his body). He exchanged the favor, giving me a nice blow job, while slowly and gently trickling his fingers under by balls and around my hole. Then I realized that he was probably expecting to introduce my hole to more than his finger.

The dude came off my cock, picked up my legs, and stared eating me out. My legs ended up on his shoulders, and he was now kneeling up in front of me, rubbing his dick against my hole.

BANG. I was right. This guy actually thought he was going to fuck me. THE NERVE. Well...not like I stopped him. I said that I'd never been fucked before (honest-to-God truth), and that we could try it, but that he'd have to be cool and patient. He said he'd go slowly, and was clear about the fact that he wanted this to be enjoyable for me.

I understand that it takes a very talented top to break a guy in...a talent that frankly, I don't have. When I've tried breaking a guy in before, I've either been too aggressive, lost patience or couldn't stay hard. None of those applied to him. He was so cool about it all.

He put on a condom, and we tried it unsuccessfully in numerous positions: on my back, all fours, sitting on top, etc. It was not easy, nor enjoyable. There were a couple different times that I gave up. Once, as he was behind, doggy style, he began to put it in, and I literally had to bite the pillow. I felt like such a girl for doing so, and was getting very frustrated. We talked about how many people say that it's usually easiest to break into the world of bottoming by sitting on a dick at first, because then one senses that they're "in control." I didn't know what I was to be in control of, really. Yes, in control of getting that dong in my ass, at my own speed, as deep (or not) as I wanted, but what else? I didn't care about the active/passive "roles" as much as just being comfortable. Also, the attraction and interest I've always had in getting fucked was the opportunity to give myself over to someone. The opposite of being "in control."

On top of him I went. I tried to introduce my hole to his covered cock, but I just kept tensing up. I wouldn't let it in. The more I tried the more difficult it was, of course. I gave up, rolled the condom off his cock, and went back to making out and rolling around. I was so frustrated with myself that I became distracted by the fact that I wanted this to happen. So I asked to go at it again. I wanted one more shot.

Since the closes I came to getting it in was on top, I straddled him again, grabbed some lube, and slowly inched it in. It worked. I wasn't really sure if it was all the way up there, perhaps because it wasn't too long, but when I reached behind, I felt that it was indeed inside me. I wasn't at all interested in getting fucked raw, so I came off, put another condom on his dick and got back on. This time, I guess because he opened me up a little, I was able to get it in without as much effort.

I rode him for a couple minutes, which was fun, but there was no amazingly euphoric feeling going on. I was told that getting fucked, "makes your toes curl." This wasn't doing it. However, I don't think any size dick would've done it to me this go around. I was too focused on making sure that both my hole and I were relaxed, and getting used to this unique feeling. The idea of getting boned by this huge (I mean, he was really huge) muscle dude also helped me stay in the moment.

I wanted to try it on my back, so together we flipped over. He was now on top, banging me with my legs on his shoulders. I wish this felt great, but it didn't. Not at all. I couldn't stay relaxed and all of a sudden got self-conscious. My hole kept clamping down involuntarily every time he pumped, which was quite painful. After a short while I asked him to pull out, which he did.

That was it.

We messed around a little bit more and blew our loads (I blew a large load, and would've liked to do it while I was getting fucked, but a) couldn't take anymore banging and b) wasn't staying completely hard throughout). I hope as I get more and more used to it, these things work themselves out.


On the way back to my place, I felt like I wanted to see this guy again. Did I want to because I let him be my first, or because I was really interested? I felt vulnerable and a little sad. Nothing too serious, and it didn't stick with me, but still...

The next day, I thought about it a little bit more, but wasn't as down as I thought, or was the night before. My hole was a little sore, but nothing that interrupted my day.

**IT HAPPENED**

I GOT FUCKED. It's late and I'm tired, so not going to get into it now, but will very soon.

I'm still in a little pain.

Does leather stain?

I finally got back into the game last night. After getting home at around midnight, I was boned up, aching for ass and went on the hunt.

I have two different .net accounts, each featuring separate "interests." One is more vanilla, and one is, well, not. I wanted some hard core fun last night, so went on the wild account and planned to spend as little time possible looking for a piece -- I guess that's always the goal, really. The problem with this account, however, is that I get bombarded by the fucked-up, tweaked-out, nasty guys who think that I'm gonna want them because we're into the same shit (my interests on this account include leather, toys, pig play, WS, etc.).

Fortunately, not long after I signed on, I got hit-up by a hot, late-twenties blond guy who unlocked his pics, revealing a nice ass and smooth bod. He said that he was roaming around, and was nearby my 'hood, so I told him to come over. Since it was so late and because he was "roaming," I figured he was partying, but thought I'd wait to see what his vibe was before drawing any conclusions. The dude said that he just bought "grease and fresh poppers," and asked if I wanted him to come with his "chaps on under his jeans, and a plug up his ass." This was getting hotter and hotter. I said yes, and to get his ass over as soon as possible.

I opened the door, and realized I should've done a phone call first. He looked great, but was a big girl when he opened his mouth. I considered calling it off, but was horned, and could tell he had a nice body and good ass that I wanted to see in his chaps.


I had on shorts, and my cock was already outfitted with my black rubber cockring. I didn't want to waste anytime, so we started making out & stripped off our clothes. He had a decent pair of chaps on under his jeans. I could tell that they weren't custom made (they didn't even look like leather, but they were), as they were really ill-fitting. I have a pair that I had made about a year ago by David Menkes. He is the best leatherman in the city. A nice guy who knows his shit, and has a wide variety of great leathers. Unfortunately, I had mine made to fit OVER jeans, which I really should not have done because if I want to wear them without anything underneath, they're a bit too loose. At any rate, as much as I love my chaps, I wasn't in the mood to get them on (even though I look pretty fucking hot in them).

I lied down on the bed, and got his mouth on my now rock-hard cock. The cockring must've been tighter than normal (or I was just raging raging hard) because my cock was pulsing, showing each and every vein. I actually don't like it when it gets this hard...it sorta hurts a little. But his blow job felt great. I remembered that he had the plug in his ass, so asked him to get up on the bed, and show me his ass. All I could see was the base of that rubber fucker. It was a really hot site. I pushed it in, and he ate it up and began moaning loudly. I actually had to hush him -- it was about 1:00 AM on a school night. I wanted to get it in even deeper, so I got up on my knees, and put by hip bone up against the base of the plug, pushing it in as deep as it would go. Now the dude was really moaning.

I wanted to see his stretched hole, so I asked him to push out the plug. Slowly it came out, and I could see his hole stretching open, allowing this big ball to eject. Right when it bounced out, I shoved my cock in the gaping wide hole. He jetted forward and arched up his back while his asshole slowly tightened around my thick dick.

I've never felt this before. I stuck my dick into this overstretched hole which squeezed down on it. It was awesome. I wanted to feel it again, so I pulled all the way out, then shoved it back in. I've done this with guys before, but not with any who've been playing with a plug right before, so the feeling was sensational, in all senses.

After pulling and pushing for awhile, I started to fuck him normally. He was loving it, as was I. I had about enough, but wanted to experience the feeling of his hole grabbing my dick, as before, so I pulled out, and went back in...but I didn't get it. I knew the plug had to come back.

I pulled my dick out, lubed up the plug, and rubbed it up against the dude's hole which began opening up, so I took the cue and pushed it in. It didn't go in easily, rather oozed its way in. I repeated exactly what I did before: got behind him and fucked the plug with my hip bone, had him plop the thing out, then right away shoved my cock in his hole. Again, an awesome feeling. I couldn't take it anymore, so got into a really fast and hard grove, boning him until I could hold it no more and ripped out a huge milky load that drooled out of his ass as I took out my cock.

I was correct in my assumption that he was partying, as he didn't get hard throughout our time together, so I knew that he wasn't going to cum anytime soon. We rested for a bit, then I got up to wash off, and he followed.


After he left, I got into bed and noticed that my white frette sheets (I know, I should've changed them before he got there, but was feeling lazy) had black stains from his leather. I didn't, and don't mind, as it wasn't his fault. They will probably come out (my housekeeper is AMAZING), but if they don't, I'll be able to use that sheet for future leather fucks!

Urges

I've had a friend staying with me since Saturday night, so although I had some good times on Sunday, I've been raging for ass all week (three days). Tonight is my first night alone, but not sure if I'll be able to get a piece or not, since I have some annoying shit to do after work...I'm SO SICK OF WEARING TUXEDOS (and no, I'm not a waiter).

Too many benefits, night after night. I've always fantasized about banging a cater-waiter in the "stock-room," but it hasn't happened. I mean, does it ever really happen? Sure, people say it happens to them...it seems like everyone says it's happened to them...but it's never happened to me. And frankly, I don't even think I'd be any good in that situation anyway.

Aside from the benefits and guests, it's not been the easiest week for other, personal reasons. This isn't the form to really talk about that kind of stuff, but I'm doing what I can to continue with both a well-active sex life and the grind at work, but also have to deal with other matters that are weighing me down a bit. That probably explains why I'm more boned up (combined with the fact that I couldn't really have any sex Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday night). I probably wouldn't have had any anyway, but one always wants what one can't have.

Last night, before going to sleep, I got a chub and began playing with my cock. I was horned up and my dick swelled to a size that seemed bigger than normal. I hadn't shaved my balls in about a week, so they were a little fuzzy and looked huge. My package forced itself out over the waistband of my new 2xist black bikini briefs, which made them look even bigger and juicier than they normally appear. I should've taken a picture, but was just enjoying playing with my meat. It was chilly in my room, so that made my balls even tighter than they already were. I pushed my shaft through the center of my balls, forcing them on either side of my dick which pumped it up even more.

I rarely just "play with myself," but this was fun and got me really horned up. I propped it straight up and just took a look at my rock hard thick cock. It's pretty fucking nice. Holding it there reminded me of how I like to guide my dick into a guy's ass by stabilizing it with my thumb or finger on top of the shaft (usually at its base - see photo). I could feel my nut about to bust, and let it rip on my stomach and chest.

I used my new black 2xist briefs as a cum rag, which when I woke up this morning, had a perfect web of dried jizz all over them.

Quick thought

I received a comment asking me to clarify whether I'm fucking bare or bagged.

I've chosen not to specify this because I'd rather leave it ambiguous, and let the reader think whatever he/she wants.

Unlike some of my fellow-bloggers, "Can't Get Enough" is not about fucking with or without a condom, but rather the overall sexual experiences I have. Maybe it's lame to not specify, but it's just not my "focus." I hope I don't lose any readers because of this, but if so, farewell and thanks for reading this far.

Hope that answers any questions...

Trot, then sprint.

THIS IS A LONG ONE GUYS....


By Sunday afternoon, this weekend wasn't looking very promising in the "lay" department. To my credit, I wasn't really searching so much for ass. I mean, of course I would pop on the sites to see what was around, but wasn't all that horny on Friday or Saturday. I didn't really do much socially either since I had a guest coming Saturday night, and wanted to be sure that my apartment was together and didn't reek of fuck.

Saturday, after coming home from the gym, eating a little something, I did some work, caught up on Tivo and hopped onto the .net...strictly out of boredom, which is usually the impetus for signing on. I noticed a nicely beefed-up guy in his mid-30s to whom I had to send a message. There were about 4 exchanges before he was on his way over. I was ina trance...right when we closed the deal, I asked myself "WHY?" I wasn't particularly horny. I was actually enjoying watching my taped episodes of "Ugly Betty" and "Larry King," and just had lunch. I couldn't rescind the offer, so I just went along with it.

I popped in a vid, just to get aroused so that it wouldn't take too much effort to do so when he was there, but that barely worked. I clearly just wasn't really up for playing which caused me to get really nervous. I mean, you know how these queens talk, and in case I wasn't able to "perform," I didn't want to be judged for that. I know it happens to everyone - it's happened to me in the past - but it's really embarrassing.

The buzzer rang, and up he came. He was a handsome guy, so I didn't want to send him away. Instead of talking, offering him something to drink, etc., I just took his jacket started making out. I was afraid that any stalling would not be good for my performance, so we went into the bedroom and got him up on the bed. He had an incredible ass which I had to eat, so I squatted on the floor, spread his cheeks and ate away. This got me going as I began stroking by dick. It chubbing up, but definitely not hard enough to fuck, so I stayed down there some more, figuring that I'd eventually get boned up enough to nail him. And I did, THANK GOD. I reached over, grabbed the gun oil, streamed some down his crack and began fingering his hole. I paused for a second to put on my favorite rubber cock ring, then went in for the fuck. Slowly sliding my dick into his ass, and just staying there for a second, allowing him to adjust to its size.


After that second, I started pumping a little faster...then faster still. I was standing, he was on the bed with is ass over the edge. I pushed him onto his stomach, got onto the bed, and began fucking on top of him. The apartment was pretty hot - normally I turn the radiators off, but because it was SO cold that day, I had one on - I began sweating like crazy. Sweat kept dripping off my face, splashing down on his neck and well-sculpted back.

It got too hot after awhile, and I had to quit, so I decided to cum...and cum hard. I wanted to cum with him, but I think he would've taken it all afternoon, and I wasn't up for that. After I pulled out, he got up on his knees and blew a nice load on the towel I'd placed under us.

It wasn't a bad fuck - he was cute, nice and had a great body - but I sort of regretted it because I simply wasn't in the mood, and should've listened to my gut instinct. Ultimately I was unsatisfied, and that's never good.

Saturday night was spent innocently hanging with my friend who was in town and indulging in a pizza. Before bed I went online and saw that a couple buddies were playing. I got invited to a few different groups and had some 1-on-1 offers as well, but I declined them all, jacked off and went to bed.

Sunday rolled around, my friend and I hung out during the day and made it back home in the late afternoon. She took a nap, and I went online to do some work, and whatdaya know...I ended up on the "sites."

The host of one of the parties from the night before was still online. He invited me over again, but I wasn't really interested since they were partying, and I'm not so much into that. However, I asked who was there, and the group was pretty fucking hot. So I went.

I got there, and it was the typical scene: small apartment that smelled of sweat, ass and poppers. Thank God homos don't use scented/flavored lube...that would be simply unbearable.

There was a space for me to sit on the sofa at the other end of the room, so I stripped off my clothes and made my way there. I saw on the coffee table that there was a crack pipe and what looked to be glasses with GHB and juice. So my assumption was right. It was OK though, it didn't seem as though anyone was tweaked. Actually, the host was a bit too talky for my taste, but I just ignored him.


I shared the sofa with a hot Cuban with whom I began playing, making out with long spit-filled kisses. He said he wanted to get fucked, but I wasn't ready for that yet. There were three guys on the bed who were watching me face-fuck the Cuban, and begged me to do the same to them. So after a couple more minutes, I went to the bed and let them all take turns eating my cock. One of the dudes on the bed was a nice looking guy with a tight bod, and what looked to be a great ass. I flipped his legs up and began fingering his hole. He was moaning with pleasure and asked me to fuck him hard. I got between his legs, and inserted by cock into his hole. He was tighter than I expected, but not so much so that it was an effort getting it in. Unfortunately, he couldn't take much more than a few pumps, so I pulled out for a a little bit, then went back in. He had a smile on his face which was my clue that he was ready for the real fucking to began.

We stared with him on his back, then I lifted his left leg over my head and came around behind him in a spooning position, then I got him onto his stomach and drove it home. He was really moaning, and asked me to slow down, so I just pulled out.

I hung around a bit more, but had sort of had it with that group, so I politely excused myself, washed up, got dressed and left.

On the way down in the elevator, there was an sms from a guy visiting from out of town, with whom I spoke the night before. He asked me to come to his hotel which wasn't far from where I was. As you know, I'm a big fan hotel sex, and had some time before meeting my friend for dinner, so decided to go.

I was psyched about this, because I remembered his pictures being hot. He didn't have any bod pictures, but he "guaranteed" me he had a good body. When he opened the door, he said, "wow, that was fast." And my response.... "Really sorry dude, not a match. I'm gonna head out." He looked at me dumbfounded and said, "What?" I repeated myself and walked away. I didn't want to get into it, but should've said, "Now I see why you don't have body shots and better face shots..." But I didn't. Then on the way home, I remembered that he's visiting from Miami. If someone from Miami doesn't have body shots...you know there's a problem.

Back at the apartment, after dinner with my friend, I hit the sac. As usual, I checked the sites and saw that a guy I hooked up with several months ago was online. I hit him up, and he said he was looking. He lived in the 'hood, so I figured I'd go over since I couldn't host because of my friend.

As hot as I remember. The dude is a bit taller than I, mid/late 30's, beefed-up with awesome eyes. I don't think we fucked last time, but since I hadn't cum all day, I was definitely going to be fucking him tonight. We began making out very softly. It felt like we were in slow-motion, but was really nice. I sat on his ottoman, and began sucking his dick. He has this AWESOME cock. Nice, long, thick with the perfect amount of pre-cum oozing out. It was great. I was rock hard, and wanted to get blown, so I stood up, he got on his knees and I plopped by cock into his warm mouth. After a bit, he stood up and walked me to the bed where we rolled around and made-out. There was a really nice connection, and I was having a totally fun time. I told him that I wanted to fuck his ass, and he said, as long as I went slow and easy. I promised that I would. I flipped him over onto his stomach and pulled up his hips. He's a huge guy, so it wasn't the easiest thing throwing him around...but I tried. His ass was propped straight up, which was just begging to get tongue fucked. It was so nice - just the right amount hair and no razor burn.


There was a bottle of lube on the headboard, so I grabbed it and continued to lick and tongue his hole. I squirted some lube down his crack and began fingering him slowly, but not going too deep. I've recently heard from a bunch of guys that they don't like to be fingered. I don't really either. I like when a guy plays with my hole, without really going in, or rubs the area between my balls and hole ("perineum" - thanks Ben), but not the hugest fan of someone sticking their pointers up there. So I didn't do too much more, but instead got my dick ready to fuck.

He wanted to start on all fours, which I love, so we did. He actually took it like a champ. I was going slowly but deep, and he seemed to enjoy it. I could tell when he was ready to get more, and gave it. I got him on his back and noticed a bottle of poppers on his headboard, next to the lube. I could tell from his wincing that now was the time to use them. With my dick resting inside him, I opened the bottle, and put it up to his nose. He took a few sniffs, and I could feel his hole opening up. I put the bottle back where I got it, lifted his huge heavy legs up high, and began to fuck him. Harder and harder I went. I could tell he was totally loving it. I was too. It was so much fun. It makes such a difference when fucking is fun!

He was now a power bottom and we changed positions flipping over and rolling around, yet keeping my dick in him the entire time. It ended with him on top, humping me. I started playing with his tits, and he immediately shot a HUGE load all over my face. That shit covered my mouth, nose and forehead. The first stream was so long and thick that there was a perfect line straight from his cock over my torso and onto my libs. He pulled up off of my dick, and played with my balls while I blew my load.

THAT was an awesome fuck. It's fucks like that that make the hunt worth it.

SHOULD I SEPARATE EACH FUCK? ARE THESE POSTS TOO LONG? Please let me know.

Three in One

Wednesday was "hump-day" in all senses. Three guys in a matter of 5 hours.

#1: A big beefy muscle guy, early 40s.

I had been speaking with this guy for a couple days, and since we made plans earlier in the week to meet, but never did, I had the feeling that he was a flake. Anyway, I was in his neighborhood, so I gave him a ring and asked if he was hungry. He was and surprisingly said I should come over. I was psyched.

So I made it to his place, got to his apartment, and was pleased. He wasn't as tall as I pictured, but still cute, hot and muscled-up. He opened the door wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy briefs. It looked as though he didn't have much of a dick, but after we started making out in his foyer, he pulled it out, revealing a very nice, long, thick cock. One that flopped out like a heavy waving sausage.

I went there to fuck him, but had to get on my knees and take his awesome thick shaft down my throat before doing anything else. It got hard in my throat - I love when I can feel a dick rage up inside my mouth. Then I remembered...I was there to fuck ass.

I got up, kissed him a bit more and played with his big beefy tits and large erasure nipples. I guided his head down to my cock and he started to suck me. I was standing still, just letting him eat me slowly and easily. Then I started pumping my hips a bit. Then a bit more. And finally full on face fucking him.

He blew me for about 10 minutes, spit was everywhere: all over my pubes, down my legs, on the floor. "Give me that ass now, dude," I said as I bent him over and began eating out his ass. We're still in the foyer/living room, but it's perfect. After I lubed up his ass enough with my spit, I rubbed the head of my cock over his hole. I spit on it and pushed it in. I knew that he didn't have a lot of time, and I didn't care about staying too long, so I planned on pumping a couple times and dumping (which was what he wanted).



I told him I was about to come, and stood still. He squeezed his asshole around my cock again and again until he milked a huge load out of me. My dick slowly eased out of him, and with it came a thick stream of milk. It was hot.

#2: An unfortunate drunk idiot with a shitty studio, mid 30s (claimed to be late 20s).

After getting home from the beefy 40 year old, I ate dinner, watched some TV then wanted more ass, so I put an ad on Craigslist specifying that my interest that night was for something kinky. A couple guys hit me up, but they were B-to-tha-USTED, so I ignored them. Then this "28-year old, masculine" guy hits me up. His pics look good, he's nearby and wants to host. I wasn't in the mood to travel (again), but thought, "why the hell not." The guy was cute, and he wanted something kinky...maybe we'd be boyfriends. I sort of always think that, but nevermind...

I get to his apartment, if you could call it that, and walk into this dump of a room with a futon, a television and a counter with a sink. The guy who answered the door, the "28-year old masculine" guy, was an idiot. There's really no other word to describe him. He reeked of alcohol and kept calling me "dude" and "bro." He was clearly trying so hard to live up to his claim of being "masculine."

In retrospect, I should've left, but didn't. I immediately asked him to put on a porn, which he did. It was a really hot flick with college guys banging the SHIT out of these girls, with a bunch of other guys and girls watching - does anyone know this company?

I whipped out my dick and began jacking it off. He did them same, then reached over and played with mine. The drunk idiot had no sense of what was going on, so he just GRABBED my cock, literally. It wasn't enjoyable, so I told him he didn't have to help me out. Then he went down to blow me, and I knew it would be God awful, and it was - like a fucking shark sucking my teeth. I pulled his head up and again said, "DUDE, I don't need your help. You don't suck cock well, and I just want to jack off."

For the most part, the story sucks, so I'll leave it at that. It ends with both of us blowing loads, mine and his all over his stomach. I didn't have that much to blow, since I fucked the other guy earlier.

#3: A short blond muscle fuck, mid-30s.

I got home, and before crawling into bed, I went to close my laptop and saw I had a message on the .net, and just had to check it. It was from this HOT guy who was only 3 blocks away. I think we spoke once several months ago, but never hooked. I told him I wasn't going anywhere, wasn't up for fucking, but would be open to rolling around and blowing a load together. He was cool with that, so over he came.

He was cute. Short, blond, and RIPPED. We didn't want to waste any time, so went immediately into the bedroom. I began blowing him, then threw him on the bed. That's the fun thing about hooking up with little guys. You can literally toss them around.

I went to eat his ass, and it wasn't clean. I don't know what was in there, I mean obviously it was shit, but it was like a fucking junk yard. I immediately went to the bathroom to wash out my mouth. For a second I thought about asking him to leave, but it's got to be such an embarrassing thing to be in that position, so I just ignored it and wanted to quickly get off, get him off and get to sleep.

I came back into the bedroom and found the guy on his back. He didn't even ask what was up. (Another idiot, I guess.) Per my decision to blow a load and sleep, I planted my knee between his legs (because my mouth sure as hell wasn't going down there) and stroked my cock. He played with my hole a bit, and I loved it. It got me thinking even more about getting fucked someday soon. Someday fellas, someday. It felt so good, I blewa very small load, as it was my third shoot of the night (not to mention that I blew a load in the morning before work). He came right after me, and that was that. I literally got up, went to the bathroom, took a leak and washed up. When I came out, he was 3/4 dressed. 2 minutes later...he was out and I was asleep.

2 of 2

After the Latin hook-up in the afternoon, I went back to the office, did some work, went to the gym, had dinner and then more work at home before retiring to bed.

I checked all of my accounts (.net, adam4adam, all email addresses), as I always do before nodding off, and noticed that there was a message on the .net from a guy with a nice tight body and a masculine face. I say masculine because it was a picture taken in a gym, not a wedding, party or drag act. I mean, it's somewhat tacky and predictable, but still, it worked for me. He was visiting town and staying in a hotel.

I love hotel sex.

I don't THINK I've written about hotel sex in the past, but I love it. Love it. Especially group sex that's totally uninhibited, who-the-fuck-cares-what-happens-to-the-sheets fucking.

This guy was a top, and since I already shot a load with the Latin (and subsequently another at home after the gym), I was fine with just sucking cock. So I went over...which is rare for me since it was almost midnight.

When he opened the door, I was a bit taken aback because he looked like an actor we all know (no, not Tom Cruise). It wasn't the actor, but for a second I thought it was...and unfortunately the actor ain't so cute. That was the problem... Still he WAS masculine. I was up for sucking dick and knew that he would be dominant and verbal, which was what I wanted. We kissed for a bit, and I felt his cock getting hard in his jeans. I sat down on the bed, unbuttoned his jeans, and yanked his dick out from under his briefs.


"Suck it fucker. Suck it fucker," he kept saying. He was pushing his cock down my throat and slamming my head into his pubes. It was a hard face fuck, and I was loving it. He took off his shirt, jeans and briefs, and my shirt came off as well. I got on the edge of the bed and he began face fucking me some more. I whipped out my cock (still had my jeans on) and began stroking my hard shaft.

His dick wasn't too long, so I was able to handle it all. Actually, I've been told recently that I'm a great cocksucker, so perhaps I can take much bigger than I think...we'll find out eventually, I'm sure.

He started thrusting very quickly and said he was going to cum...and he did. In my mouth. I haven't had anyone cum in my mouth in almost 5 years. I hated it then, but actually liked it the other night. It got me hot and I blew my load all over my chest.

After a bit of a breather...I got outta there.

1 of 2

Yesterday -- the first day back after a holiday weekend -- was a decent day of fucking...and totally unexpected. That's always the best, right?

I had a meeting in midtown in the late afternoon. As I was leaving, I checked the .net mobile. It's such a great thing really, but you could also look at it as a bad thing. A terribly terribly bad thing, since it's already as addictive as crack, and how good is it having instant access to crack all day everyday? Not so much. And no, I don't do and never have done crack.

I see that there's a guy who has been after me for ages. The pictures show a decent face and a nice ripped up body. I was horny, had time, and thought it would be good to finally check out what this guy had to offer (plus he was in midtown, very close to where my meeting was).

He replied that he was around and up for meeting. So I got his address and made my way over to his apartment.

It was a strange set-up. I don't want to get too specific, since I like to keep this anonymous, so I'll just say that it was fucking odd...and I hadn't even gotten up to his apartment.

Once I reached his floor, he opened the door revealing a nice bod, but a somewhat busted face. I was so close to giving the ol' "not a match," but noticed a nice beefy ass and decided that eating and boning that bubble-butt would be more fun than going back to the office.


His apartment was a construction zone. Literally. He said he was in the middle of renovating his place, but it looked like he just started. There was a woman doing some cleaning with whom he spoke Spanish. I was so confused, but also sort of turned on by this odd scene. He walked me back to his bedroom which was only about 10 feet away from where the lady was scrubbing the floor. I walked in and saw a room exuding with sex. I mean, I think he's supposed to sleep there, but that room clearly provided more sex than sleep. Several bottles of lube were scattered throughout the room. Big bottles. Like that large bottle of Eros, and other brands/labels that I'd never heard of. There were cockrings galore (gel, leather, rubber), porn, poppers, jocks, toys (dildos, butt-plugs), mirrors and of course the predictable dance music piped in from speakers around the room. The bed was just a mattress on the floor with some sheets loosely covering it. I shredded my clothes, kept on my briefs, and got onto his bed. I grabbed a thick jelly cockring, a kind I'd never seen before -- thick, like the rubber ring I have -- and wrapped it around my dick. It wasn't really tight enough, so I wrapped it around again. Now it was too tight, but I thought fuck it, let's just get this going.

I was propped up against some sort of headboard with my legs spread eagled, and he lied down in between my thick quads and began sniffing my cock through my briefs. I pulled my dick out from under the briefs, and he began licking my shaft up and down, chubbing it up. As you know, I'd normally force his head onto my cock and begin immediately face fucking him, but I was kinda liking it slow for the moment. BUT, after a bit, once I was hard, I got impatient and wanted to feel his tonsils, so I pushed his head down onto my shaft and jolted my hips up (just to make sure he was going as far down as he could). He started to gag, so I let up a bit, he sat up on his knees and I could see that he was tearing up. I stood up and face fucked him some more.


I was ready for the plunge, so I got behind him, pushed him down onto his belly, and began rubbing my cock in his crack. He said he wanted to warm-up a bit and pulled out one of his dildos. I lubed it up, pushed the head up to his hole and saw him push his pucker open and out so I inserted the rubber head slowly. He was breathing heavily, but clearly enjoying it. I began pumping his hole with one hand on the dong and the other massaging his beefy ass cheeks. Once he was able to take a few pumps of the whole thing, I took it out, and pushed the tip of my cock in. He just wanted to lie there a bit like that, with me on top of him, so we did. He then bent his legs so that his feet came up to my ass, pushing me deep into him. That was my clue that he was ready for the pounding to begin. And it did. Nice and easy then hard and sloppy. I got into the push-up position and began working up and down into his ass. He was moaning loudly and then I remembered that the cleaning lady was only a stones throw away and thought it was hot that there was someone that could hear us fucking our brains out.

We changed positions a few times (doggie, missionary, on top of me, side by side) until I was ready to blow. He wanted to swallow it, so I pulled out and jacked my cock into his mouth. Once I was about to shoot, I plunged my cock down his throat and unloaded. I could see his Adam's Apple go up and down, assuring me he was taking the whole lot.

After just a second of rest, I got up and asked to wash-up. He gave me a towel and told me where the bathroom was. Right then, his buzzer rang, and he said it was his friend Aaron. As I was making my way into the bathroom, Aaron showed up. (He looked a little like Buck Angel, which is not really the biggest compliment, but it was what it was.) So I washed up and came back to the room (walking past the cleaning lady on my way to and from the bathroom). Aaron and the hook-up were making out, and Aaron's huge uncut rock-hard cock was sticking out of his fly. It was so hot, but I knew that I couldn't have another go because I was totally worn out, so I got dressed and said good by (while they were banging).

I left, said "Adios" to the cleaning lady, and went on my way.

My evening fuck story to come...

Rank in Action

Yesterday, after a very hard workout at the gym, I came home and found a message on my .net account from a guy who was into "rough and tough play." We exchanged a couple emails, throughout which he kept dropping hints about being into rank and stank. Due to my current interest in that, I decided to mince no words and tell him that I was into it, that I have a pair of ranked-out briefs and that he should come over. He was in my apartment 25 minutes later.

I opened the door wearing my gym shorts over my sweaty briefs (not the pair I'm currently selling, but the one I wore that night at the gym...and that I'll sell next) and no shirt. I was pretty pumped-up from the gym, and looked damn nice. He was a totally cute kid, about my age, with a nice tan and messy short blond hair. He had a little bit of a goatee which made him even dirtier.

He came in and asked if I wanted to see his "shorts." I said, "yeah, whip those fuckers out," and he did. He pulled them out of his bag and the smell was so strong, I could smell 'em before I could see 'em. I mean, this shit was REALLY strong. I was afraid it was going to be too strong, but I was going to force myself to deal with it because a) this guy was hot; b) it could become a new fetish; c) I like to push the boundaries.



I told him to put them on, so he did...right in my kitchen. I got a glimpse of his nice thick well-sized cock that was already hard and couldn't wait to get my mouth around it. We went into my room and I got my other pair of briefs -- the ones I'm selling -- and shoved them in his face and mouth. His whole mood changed. He started breathing rapidly, sniffing my rank briefs and jacking his cock. I threw him on the bed, straddled his face, and buried my ass into his mouth (at this time still wearing the sweaty briefs, and he has the "auction" briefs over his face). After grinding his mouth and nose hard, I looked over my shoulder and saw his rock hard, vieny, pulsing cock. I wanted to fuck. So I got up off him, grabbed the "auction" briefs from his face, took the sweaty ones off, and put the "auction" ones on to fuck him.

I went down on him and noticed that he was leaking a lot of pre-cum. It tasted good, as expected. He was still wearing his shorts, so I could smell the rank from them (piss, sweat and cum). After blowing him for awhile, I pushed his shorts down low enough to see his hole. The Gun Oil came out and I began greasing it up. I didn't spend too much time down there because I wanted to get in it, so I pulled out my cock from below my briefs, wrapped it, lubed it, and stuck it in this hot pig-boy's hole.


We were on the edge of the bed; I was standing and he was on his back with his ass hanging over the side...perfect to nail him hard. Right when I put it in I began a normal humping pace. He was totally enjoying it, but asked for some more lube, so I dribbled more on and continued to pump. This time much harder. After a bit, I began to slip on the lube that had dripped on my wood floors. So I gave him a very hard ram that pushed him back on the bed, got on my knees, pulled his legs up, and drove that fucker home. I banged him for a good while longer, then he warned that he was about to come. So I gave him all I had, hard. I was sweating like crazy and could see drops of my sweat on his smooth chest and stomach. As he was cumming, I lied on top of him (so that I could get his load on my briefs) and blew my load as well. We were both panting hard, and lied there that for a little bit. Then I slowly pulled out, and made sure to wipe the juices from my dick on both of our shorts.

He asked to wash his face, use some hair gel and what my sign was...then he was off.

When I woke-up this morning, I rubbed out a load and used those briefs for my cum rag.

Rank

OK - "rank" is not everyone's thang. I like it. I enjoy a good mansmell. I've never been a fan of deodorant, cologne, heavily scented lotion, incense, etc. I just like my shit natural. Personally, I wear all-natural deodorant that slowly disappears as the day wears on. It seems as though this is becoming the trend (although every now and then, I hook up with someone who's drenched in the most putrid musk). Lately I've found that raw pits are like an aphrodisiac for me; better than poppers. I mean, there's definitely the point where the rank can be distracting, but usually it's magnetically hot.

When I escorted a bit, I learned how many of my 'scort buds would sell their used, rank underwear to clients and admirers. Usually they did this over their personal websites, which I didn't have, nor wanted. I thought this was so hot - getting paid for a pair of sweaty, piss-stained, stank undies - and I decided to mention it to a couple of my clients, and they took the bait. So I would wear them for like a week in a row (to the gym, during sex, at the beach, etc.) then turn 'em over for a nice fee. I wasn't making major money, just enough to cover the cost of whatever brand underwear they wanted, plus a little for the "time and effort."

So, as I mentioned before (and I promise, I am NOT trying to plug anything), I learned about a site - I'm not even going to name it in this post, to prove that I'm not trying to endorse/push any site or sale, although the link will take you there - where one can sell adult items such as used underwear. When I saw some of the posts, I instantly popped a woody. There was some hot, nasty, NASTY shit on there. I remembered my previous "sales" and thought it would be fun to get into it again. So I did.

There was a certain pair of briefs that I wore over an entire weekend, then to the gym. They were so nasty that I was going to let them go. Not just throw them in the hamper, but let those motherfuckers GO. (The reason I had to wear them so many days in a row was because my housekeeper took the previous week off, so I really didn't have much to keep me going.) But instead of doing throwing them in the trash or laundry, I decided to see what would happen if I auctioned them off. So I got my cam, took some pix, and up the "item" went. Within one day, I had 3 bids and 7 emails. 3 of those emails were guys asking me to buy the briefs "outside" of the auction site so that they didn't have to deal with the bidding bullshit. I never wanted to rip anyone off, so I asked each to give me their best offer, and the highest offer would win. No back and forth.

That's where I am now. Two have gotten back to me with decent offers; I'm still waiting to hear from the other. I'll close the deal next week, after wearing these things over the long weekend.

What's too big?

Is he?
(if you're at work, or anywhere that you don't want people to know what you're really looking at, then turn down the volume...)

Too much?

If you read comments on blogs, or rather if you read the comments on my blog, you might have seen one from yesterday referring to the links, photos, etc. that I've recently added. This person (we'll call Lori) asked if I was turning this into one big ad, if I was just trying to lure people in and then make money off of them, or whatever. The answer is the ever-boring, "whatever."

There's nothing behind the added elements of this blog. Really. For instance, I go to the theater quite a bit. I go to museums quite a bit. Movies, restaurants, concerts, operas, etc. (guys, I'm such a fucking catch), and when something strikes me, I'll write about it. My plugging of Spring Awakening was completely and 100% sincere. Unfortunately, if you've been reading the Arts pages, that show hasn't been doing so well at the box office, so even if they WANTED to pay for an ad on some hooker's blog, they couldn't.

I realize that what Lori was really referring to were the porn-site links.

I added those because I liked seeing them on other blogs. I thought maybe these links would help attract more readers. I mean, c'mon, it's nice to know that a few people find my sex life interesting enough to read about over and over again (especially because I'm such a shitty writer). That said, I'm actually now starting to think of more exciting things to do when fucking, just so I can better entertain you!

Basically, I want to be sure that everyone who reads this knows that I'm not trying to make a buck from the blog or from you...fortunately I don't need to. I just want you to read my shit, have a laugh and blow a load when appropriate (and send me photos of those loads!). Is that too much to ask?

And Lori - thanks for the comment, seriously. I hope you're still reading and jacking...although maybe you're a woman, which would be REALLY hot.



Sorry...I had to.

Finally

It's snowing! Maybe I'll blow a load to match the weather? Although I'm not that horny AGAIN today, I hope things will change by tonight. One of my twink-followers sent me a message asking me to hammer him after work.

Awaken

Go see Spring Awakening on Broadway. It's a fantastic, moving piece of theater. Whether you love or hate musicals, see it.

What's this about?

Sorry to disappoint fellas, but for some reason, I've not really been that boned-up lately. Well, not yesterday and today, that is. This past Friday night was rough - a lot of wine, food, booze, more food and more wine - so I spent the rest of the weekend recuperating, and I guess I'm still in that mode. Maybe I shouldn't even write about this, since the blog is really supposed to only be about the sex I have...not the sex I don't have. This might just mean that I'm becoming addicted to this thing. To this "blogging." Until now, I thought blogs were only for self-indulgent, obnoxious intellects. A lot of blogs are like that, by those kind of peeps, but hopefully not mine. I mean, there's nothing self-indulgent about writing all the specific details of one's sex life, right? Kidding, of course.

I've spent some time checking out other, similar-themed blogs, and have come across some cool stuff. My side column is getting pretty full, so I'm not going to put them all there (rather save that space for my brothas who have linked to / written about me). But I'll compile a list in a separate post, for you all to see.

In the meantime, check out NaughtyBids.com. It's a pretty awesome auction site for "adult" products. Everything from used underwear, used condoms, homemade videos, etc. Check it out. I'm thinking about posting something in the next couple of weeks...

A hot Saturday in January

What was yesterday? I was listening to the radio last night, and the weather report said that the Central Park thermometer reached 72 degrees F, tying the record from 1950. Yes, these odd warm spells have been occurring forever, but I can't help but think that there's something obscenely wrong with what's going on...definitely some sort of "An Inconvenient Truth."

Still, even though the weather was fucked up (or maybe because it was fucked up), I had two nice pieces of ass. One was the twink I met online the other day, and one was the escort I mentioned in a previous post.


The twink and I talked about fucking around after our respective Friday night plans. Both of us were out later than we thought we'd be, and I got an sms from him around 1:30 AM saying that he was "trapped" with his friend, and wasn't able to get away. I was out with friends drinking, but wanted to head home since I was pretty ripped and knew that I had a rough hangover approaching. So I wrote back the twink and said, "let's forget about it tonight." My friends made their way to a bar, and I went home. Of course they made fun of me, as they always do, for going home instead of out, but come on, I like my sleep!

Once home, I drank a liter of water, took two Tylenol and crashed (after flossing and brushing, of course). About an hour later, my phone, which was on vibrate, woke me up. It was the twink, he wanted to come over. Deliriously, I said, "OK." So over he came.


When the door buzzed, I got up and could feel just how drunk I was. The room was totally spinning. I opened the door and saw this very cute kid smiling at me. I invited him in, we kissed a bit, then went to the bedroom. I told him right away that there would be no fucking since I was so gone. He said he was feeling the same way, and just wanted to spoon and sleep. So we got into bed, and slept.

I had no trouble sleeping with him. When we woke up, around 10:00 AM, I began playing with his hole under the soft yellow briefs he was wearing (yes we wore our underwear to bed). He was awake, though pretending not to be. I put my finger in my mouth to "lube" it up, and went back down to play with his pucker. I could feel him adjusting to my finger, and began hearing some nice wimpers. His dick was getting rock hard.

I flipped him onto his stomach, pulled his undies over his right cheeck, and went down to lick him up a little. I thought I tasted some salty cum, which got me totally hot - thinking this kid was a cum whore - but wasn't sure. I continued fingering him using my spit, pulled out my cock through the bottom of my briefs and stroked it nice and slow.


I got him on his back, grabbed his legs, and pulled his briefs up and off him. Throwing his legs back behind his head, I had a nice view of his wide hole. I continued to eat it out, getting it ready to nail - he was begging for it good. So I got out the Gunoil, and squirted it out onto his cock and hole. He started stroking his hard cock, and then began playing with his hole, pushing the lube into it. I gave him a few more squirts of lube, then poured some onto my cock - still sticking out from my briefs - as I moved in for the lay. I brushed his hole with my dick, and it opened right up. I thought it was hot, but now looking back on it, this kid is 26, his hole should not be this well "managed." Anyway, I stuck it in slowly, and after one pump, he shot a huge load over his shoulder. I figured I had to cum then too, so I asked if he wanted it. His smile back at me was my answer. So I let it rip inside, then slowly came out. After taking a second to piss, I came back, got on top of him, and mushed our cum all over each other. I had my underwear on the entire time.

We cuddled some more, slept a bit, then he was off on his way.


Later in the day, as I was leaving the gym (wearing the same pair of underwear), I spoke with the escort visiting the city. He said I should come over to "meet," so I did. When I got to his room, I realized that we had already fucked around a couple of years ago. He had a nice body, although sort of a busted face (don't they all?), so I decided to stay and hang out.

We talked about how much we both loved naps, especially on Saturday afternoons. And the only thing better than a nap is having one with someone. I even like napping with friends - it's fun and comfy. After bullshitting for a bit, he invited me into bed and suggested we take a nap. I dug the idea, so on the bed I hopped. We spooned and slept for about 45 minutes - a perfect nap. As we were waking up, I began rubbing his butt through his soft black briefs. He had a nice set of cheeks (not so much on his face, but enough of that), and I began to get a chub. I had him turn onto his back so I could go down to sniff out his hole and smooth balls. He smelled good and clean. I spitted up his hole, and honestly didn't even have fucking on my mind. I mean, I was hard, and he was hard, but I didn't think we were going to fuck. But then...as is usually the case...I got the urge. I got up on my knees, pushed his legs back, pulled out my cock from under my briefs (yup, same pair), spit a big loogey on its head and started to push it in. He said he didn't know if his hole was clean, but that he wanted my load. So I jacked off for a bit, then stuck the head in and shot out a big load. As I was squirting I asked if he could feel it. With his eyes rolled to the back of his head, he said, "oh yeah." I pulled out and a stream of my milk followed.

I took a piss, washed my dick, got dressed and left.

What lies ahead?

Happy Friday! I don't really have much planned this weekend, but after the first week of the year (and a too crazy NYE), I'm ready to chill and hang out with friends. Tonight I'm having dinner at a new restaurant in the Village and will probably hit a bar after for a drink or two, but no more than that. Also, per my recent interest in twinks, there's a boy who really wants to meet me for some reason, so I'm highly considering hooking up with him later. Who knows what the night holds.

Lately, the idea of spending the night spooning with someone is really appealing. Maybe I'm becoming a romantic, or just feeling lonely, but it's what I've been thinking about a lot recently. Perhaps it's because of the New Year. Perhaps it's because I recently had a birthday. Perhaps it's because I'm becoming insane - ha - I don't know. Does everyone have this feeling now and then?

There's an escort coming into town tomorrow who wants to hang out, and actually talked about working some clients together. I think I mentioned this before, I escorted a little in college and then for a bit when I first moved here. Fortunately I didn't do it because I HAD to, but because I wanted to. I got a thrill out of a) having sex multiple times a day and 2) getting paid for it. It's obviously a huge ego boost, and there's something trashy about it, which I also like. Anyway, this guy seems pretty cool, definitely hot, but may take the "job" a bit too seriously. Then again, a "pro" is a pro.

We talked about meeting up in the afternoon to see if we click, then fucking around and maybe getting some clients. BUT, I just got an email from another hot muscle dude who's going to be in town and having a gangbang at his hotel. Choices Choices.



Also...I hate to be shady, but there is a guy on the .net who has been hitting me up for awhile. We first spoke this summer, and were going to meet, but then he completely flaked out. Out of nowhere, he sent me a message today - I haven't seen him online since the summer. Again, he's begging me to fuck him, and wants to do it at lunch. He asked me to call him at 11 to confirm. So I did. No answer. I notice that he's still on .net right now (12:00 PM), so I email him asking what's up. I see that he read the message, but doesn't respond. WHY DO PEOPLE FLAKE? I'm so inclined to post his screen name (and phone number), but that would be such an asshole move on my part...

Twink Times

For some reason I've been into twink porn lately. I mentioned this the other day, when I plugged Brent Corrigan's website, and Cobra Video, the company for which he often works. Like this morning, in addition to blowing a load to rawTOP's scene in Dawson's 20 Load Weekend, I blew another to a streaming video of the Cobra produced "Bareboned Twinks," from the Best Sites Premium site.

I find these twinks getting fucked raw really hot. I mean, of course it is: tight smooth holes getting nailed by huge cocks and finished off with thick white cream oozing out.

That said, I was on the prowl today for some smooth twink ass. And I found it. Actually, it found me. A dude that I first spoke with a couple of weeks ago, but that I eventually wrote off because he seemed like a flake - as so many of these fuckers are - sent an sms at the end of the day, asking if I was free later. I wrote back, but assuming he'd flake out when the time came, that I was leaving the office, going to the gym, then would be free around 9:00 PM. He said that was cool.

When I finished my workout, and was out of the shower - nothing going on in the steam room tonight - I went back to my locker and found a message from him:

him: "You free, man?"

me: "Yup, will be home in 45. Meet me then."

Literally 5 minutes after I got home, the buzzer rang, and up he came. He was cute, not as cute as the pics, but good enough. A smooth guy with a decent bod and ass, but one that I knew would be fun. He came in, I gave him a bottle of Fiji, went into the bedroom, and off came the clothes. He went straight for my cock, but had no choice, since I forced his head onto it. I was really boned up tonight (and still am), so popped an instant woody. I stopped him for one second so that I could grab my rubber cockring. He said he doesn't wear those. Dude, you don't know what you're missing.

He got on the bed, on his back, I straddled on top and fed him my dick. I guess I was a little too rough, because he kept gagging, but that only made it hotter. I inched down, and lied on top of him, with my cock between his legs, so it could tease his hole. We made out with deep wet passionate kisses. He was wearing some cheap cologne which grossed me out a bit, but it also made it/him seem trashier, which I liked.



After slobbering each other up, I got down between his legs, threw them over his head and chomped into his butthole. It was so smooth and silky...like lubed up, without any lube. He was enjoying this a lot, which made me hotter. He was giving up real sounds of pleasure, not bullshit pussy wimpers you'd expect from a twink. I wanted to get my tongue in deeper, so I flipped him over, but he laid flat down on the bed. I didn't want that, so I grabbed his waist, and pulled it up. He flopped back down, so I picked him up again and pushed his knees together, so he was on all fours. He finally figured it out, and stayed like that while I dug my tongue deep into his hole.



He had HAD it. He reached down, grabbed my cock and pulled it close to his hole. He wanted to get nailed, and I was psyched to do it. Out came the Gunoil, which he took out of my hand, and lubed up his cock and hole. I hadn't even gotten out the condom, when he grabbed my ass and pulled me towards his ass. So in I went. I wasn't planning on boning him bare, but it happened. I pumped once, and it was so hot that I actually squirted a little inside, but was able to hold the rest. After chilling for a second, I continued pumping, and asked if he wanted me to dump inside. He said no. After a bit of fucking, I really had to cum, so I pulled out and came. I didn't shoot much since I had already cum a little, but he shot a nice load.

I got off, gave him a towel, and asked if he wanted to take a shower, which he did, then left.

I went back online to look for more ass, but nothing has come in. I dide, however, begin chatting with a hot dude who's going to be here this weekend and wants to fuck. Hopefully there'll be a good story there...

Terrible Tuesday

Yesterday, being the first day back from a week off - a week of fun, in all senses - was a rough day. For the first time since early summer I did ecstasy. Not only did I do it, but I did it twice in one weekend. I got dragged to the Roxy on Saturday night, then to Crobar on Sunday, and dropped once at each. Needless to say, I wasn't surprised at how I felt yesterday. However, there is a remedy that helps the come-down, but it will make me sound like a complete drug addict, which I'm totally not. I guess I just wanted a weekend of fun, so I had it. Although no sex. I don't know what it is, but unlike so many people who get boned up when they do e, I don't. I like to be with my friends and dance, but rarely have the urge to fuck. I mean, I've done it, but it's never me at my best, obviously.

I made the decision on Monday night that I wouldn't get up early and hit the gym before work, but rather make it there after so that I could sleep-in a bit. I slept as late as I could before making my way to the shower. I didn't even rub out a load, which is usually the first thing I do in the morning - unless I have a piece of ass in bed with me, or arrange to have one before work.

Sex was just not at all on my mind yesterday, yet I still needed to report on my past several hooks, so I wrote about them without much passion (you can probably tell by reading, although thanks for the comments. Definitely ego boosters). I saw there was a comment from a guy who I haven't seen before, Raven in NYC (Mark), and checked out his blog. On it, there was a list of blogs he likes, I check out one that looked good, TheGreatCockHunt. While reading, I couldn't help but get a chub. Without even thinking, I started rubbing my dick, and eventually creamed in my jeans. (I was looking for a photo of a guy with cum stained jeans, but couldn't find one. If you can find out, help a brother out.)

After work, I hit the gym, then met my parents for dinner. I was zonked, so once I got home from dinner, I jumped into bed. Even though I was not horned up, I checked my .net account and this hot-as-FUCK guy with a ripped-up body and huge cock hit me up right away. We exchanged a couple emails, and he wanted to come over and play, but I just couldn't do it. I knew I'd be no fun, so I asked for a rain check. He was a really cool guy, and made me promise that we would meet soon. Hmmmm...maybe we'll bang tonight.



This morning, I hopped online to check out my buddy rawTOP to check out a scene he did for Treasure Island in Dawson's 20 Load Weekend. That took care of today's morning load.