Just another weekend...of FUN

Even though it was more of the same, it was good.


Three one-on-one's on Saturday, one group on Sunday. Actually, that's pretty impressive. Then again, am I getting closer to an intervention and getting thrown into the Sexual Compulsive Anonymous program? Well...finger's crossed.

Saturday began with a quick morning hook-up. In theory those are really great, but the reality is that when I'm groggy and ready to start my day, the last thing I want to do is wait for some dude to come over just to play around. And I hate to be nasty, but the morning is the morning, and it's rare that anyone's hygiene is really that great.

Unfortunately this was all true on Saturday. He was a smokin' guy: six-pack, ripped body, decent face and a hot cock. He came in, we hung out a bit, and then began to play around. I initiated it by going in for the kiss. He didn't have the most appealing breath, so I went down to his cock which was standing at full attention.

He had what seemed as close to a "perfect cock" as I've had in a long time. Good girth, nice length and clean-trimmed pubes. He was moaning in pleasure and rubbing his hands through my hair. I wanted him to push my head onto his cock, but he just wasn't an aggressive guy. That was cool. The smell down here was pretty nice. A nice amount of man-funk which I enjoyed sniffing.

After making out with his pole, I suggest we head to bed. We stripped our clothes as we made our way there, I threw him on the bed and continued blowing him. My laptop was left open on top of my nightstand, with a porno running. It added a nice element of sleeziness to the scene, which made it hotter. Hmmmm, porn is what made this hook up hot? Yikes. Clearly this wasn't too much of a hot fuck. Still, I enjoyed this guy's cock, so stayed down there munching, but wanted him to blow his load so I could make my way to the gym.

I want to note, however, he was a really cool, good guy. And smart. It's too bad the hookup wasn't better.

Later that day, on my way home from lunch with friends, I was checking my email on my Blackberry, and decided to hit up the manhunt mobile. This feature is both amazing and vicious. I mean, dick is so accessible it's ridiculous. Some dude hit me up, and conveniently, happened to live right near where I was at the time. I'd spoken with him before and knew that he was a sleazy party boy, but thought it'd be nice to get a blow-job, especially after working so hard on that other dude's cock earlier.

I made my way over to his place. It was as you'd expect of a sex-crazed methed-out whore. Messy, broke-down, and basically all around busted. But again, like the Latin in midtown, there's something hot about that environment. Like all that goes on there is hardcore fucking, cum dripping off the ceilings and walls, sweat staining the sheets. All of that shit.


He opened the door and took me to the back room which had a chair in it, with a bed lofted above. I sat on the chair, whipped it out, and pushed his head down onto my rod. He took it to the base. This was becoming one of the best blow jobs I've ever had. I loved fucking this guys throat. Normally a blow job is a blow job, and I never really get off on that. This was an exception. I was there for a good amount of time, lying back, playing with my nips and pushing his head up and down on my cock. I loved him going all the way down. He perked his round ass in the air, and I wanted to fuck it, but decided to let him finish me off orally since it so rarely happens. I felt my orgasm approaching so forced his head down onto my cock, and let him juice me out. I could see his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he drank my milk.

I had to pull him up right after blowing my wad because my dick gets so sensitive after cumming. He had an adorable smile on his face, with a dribble of thick cum on the side of his mouth, which he licked up, of course.



I went to the bathroom, washed my cock and was on my way home.

Two groups followed - one Saturday night and one Sunday. I'll report on those either later today or tomorrow.