3 hooks / 1 spoon

It was another "packed" weekend.

Started out on Friday night ... actually Friday afternoon, when I went back to the porn shop at lunch and got a big load sucked out of me in a buddy booth. That was pretty fun. I also sucked a guy off and took his cum in my mouth. However, I didn't swallow.

On my way to the gym after work on Friday, I stopped by a guy's office to fuck around. A tall muscle-bear type of guy in his late 30's. He was hardly femmy, but he wasn't the most masculine either. We had been emailing back and forth via craigslist, and talked about pigging out, safe v. bb, etc. He said he rarely fucked raw, and just broke up with his BF. I said the same (sans the BF), but that I really liked it. That left the door open...

When I got there, we chatted a bit, and then I just went in for the kiss. He kissed OK. Nothing too memorable. Good enough. I wanted to suck dick, so I sat in one of his chairs, unbuttoned his jeans and flopped out his fat cock. It was a nice piece. Not extraordinary in size or girth, but fine. I went down on him, burying my nose in his pubes, getting a great whiff of his mild rank. His balls, already pulled up tight, tasted nice and salty. He was clearly enjoying this blowjob, and I was having a good time doing it. By this time, my cock was out and I was jerking it hard. There were a couple instances when I almost came, so I chilled out a bit.




When I finally had enough of his cock, I stood up, turned him around, pushed him onto his desk, kicked his legs open and stuck my tongue into his hairy ass. Before I tongue-fucked him, I made sure that he was clean...which he was, so I knew things were OK. I didn't stay down there too long, because I wanted to try sticking my cock into him. I came up, spit on my dick and presses it up against his hole. He inched back into me, and my fucker slid right in. He felt good - warm and tight. After a couple pumps, I wanted to see how piggy he really was, so I turned him around, pushed him onto his knees and stuck my dick in his mouth. He paused for a second, and then took it like a good pig.

After my blow job, I sat back down on the chair (an armless chair). He got up, straddled me and aimed my cock back into his hole. Once in, he started humping me. Riding my dick harder and harder. I warned him that I was going to cum, hoping to shoot in his ass, but he pull up and off. We both shot our loads on my chest.

I washed up in his bathroom and went to the gym.

Friday night I had a good time with friends out and about.

Saturday morning, since I had no ass the night before (the guy above was late afternoon), I was boned for some hole. I hopped onto the .net, and a hot little 24-year old number IM'd me and wanted to get nailed. I told him to get the fuck over to my place as soon as possible, and I'd grant him his wish.




He wasn't nearly as cute as his photos, but I let him in anyway. I was fucking boned up. We went into my room where I had very hot raunchy porn playing (raw fucking, ws, fisting, etc.). Before he even had his pants off, I pushed him down onto my hard dick. My leather cock ring was on, and all felt really great.

I got onto my bed, rested up against my headboard and spread open my legs. He joined me and went back to sucking my cock. This kid, after telling me online that he was a top, was pigging out on me like a bottom in heat...fingering himself and getting ready for a good fuck. I was ready too.



I wasn't really in the mood to do anything but bang this twink, so no ass-eating. My cock wasn't spit up enough to fuck him without lube, so out came the Eros (had no Gunoil). I slathered it all over my pole, and told this horn ball to get on top. He had some trouble getting it in - maybe he really is a top - but then it finally happened. His hole was so fucking tight, but felt great. He began riding me and we achieved a great rhythm. He was grinning and I went from massaging his ass cheeks to playing with his nipples.

I wanted a change, so I threw him onto his back and really began nailing him hard. My hips were ramming into him, my cock going as deep as it could. His eyes were now in the back of his head, his grin gone. He was jacking his hard cock, and I was hot. I could feel my sperm churning up inside my cock, so I just let it rip inside of him. I banged deep with each shot and he loved it - so obviously.

I pulled my cock out right after I finished...not really taking a break...and it was covered in white spunk. Without even thinking, I shoved it into this kid’s mouth, and he ate it up.

He didn't cum, but I didn't really have time to wait around. Plus I think he was partying, so I just said that I had to get going, and that we should meet up again. I probably won't.

Saturday night I was out with friends and went to a bar in the East Village. Right when I got there, a cute blond guy caught my eye. He looked to be in his 30s, and had a nice lean body with crisp blue eyes. We made eyes back and forth for most of the night, until I finally, after being hit on by a couple hot guys, got the confidence to just go up and say hi.

I walked up to him, told him he was cute, and he started kissing me. I loved that. It sounds like we were drunk messes, but we really weren't. It was towards the end of the night, and everyone was doing what they could to get a piece of ass, including us. We made out right there until we heard the "last call" bell. He said we should get out of there, and invited me over. I was really tired, so probably just should've said "no," but he was cute and I thought it would be fun to spoon. So I accepted the invite.



Once at his place, we made out all the way to his bedroom. He had a decent apartment - nothing too fancy. We were both sort of drunk (and I did some coke as well), so after a lot of rolling around, we ended up rolling over and spooning. Without cumming. He had a hot, smooth well-toned bod, and my cock found its resting place just outside of his crack.

In the morning, my cock was doing everything it could to poke into his ass. I was ready to fuck. One big problem, however, is that we were both tops. It was fine. We sucked each other, ate each other out, and rolled around until we both shot big loads. It was fun. We didn't wash off, we just turned over and slept some more.

When late morning rolled around, we got out of bed; I got dressed, and made my way home. He was a total cute guy, with a great body and there was definitely a little pig in him. I'm not sure if I'm interested in seeing him again, or not, but am considering it.



Oh...about the hot blond that I was out with a couple weeks ago, I sort of became bored with him. He was great in the sac, but not that much fun out and about.

Sunday ended with a ripped up smooth muscle man - my own Mr. Clean. He came over for what was to be only a blow job, and we ended up pigging out with lots of spit and lots of cum. He had an awesome body - totally smooth with tight defined tits and a cut six-pack. His cock was perfect - thick, long and smooth. It was a great way to end the weekend.

YUM YUM CUM

I've been on a cum-craze lately. Loving the videos, both amateur and studio, of facials, creampies, multi-loads, etc. They're so hot. I've been hunting around the .net for other guys into it, but it seems as though the only ones who like it, or who admit to liking it, are older, out-of-shape lamos. I don't mind the old...but the other qualities aren't so great. Again, out-of-shape doesn't mean fat...it means signs of a blatant lack of hygiene and care.

I've always been interested in the wild wild wild side of sex, especially piss and cum, but things have intensified since the Black Party. As I wrote before, I didn't see much stuff going on at the BP. I mean, of course there was shit happening, but when I was walking around, it was too difficult to negotiate and was more annoyed by it all than turned on. Of course the next day all of my "pig" friends who were there said it was amazing. Maybe I left too early.

So my lack of pigged out raunch at the BP is most likely the reason I've been hunting around for it hardcore ever since. There was the group with piss that happened last week, but that was lame because of the guys that were there. Then I hit one of those "organized" sex parties - you know, the ones that email everyone and their moms, claiming at the same time to be "exclusive" with a "strict door policy," only to find when you get there that the ratio of heinous to hot is about 10-to-1. I was pissed off. You pay $20 expecting there to be a group of hot guys, and it sucked. This party is notorious for lame guys - they clearly are more interested in making a buck, then their "customers" having a good time (not to mention the party having a good reputation). What happened to the exclusivity in NYC. I'm not asking for a "MARQUEE" of a sex club, but COME ON. Maybe it's just that guys my age aren't into hot, hardcore, cum spraying, piss streaming, sweat dripping sex. Is it?

I vowed that I would never go to that party again (as I did a couple years ago, when it was just as bad...but I decided to give it another chance anyway). No more. Done with it.

I need to pig out. SOON.

There's a new site (or new to me) called PornoTube. It's not NEARLY as well-organized as XTube.com, but decent nonetheless. Here's a VERY hot clip that was featured on the site a couple of days ago...and it just so happens to go along well with this post:

Load at Work

I've been extra-boned up over the past couple of days. Maybe it's because of the lack of hole that I got at the Black Party...


I was checking out a couple different blogs this morning, and one of them really turned me on. Within minutes my cock jumped to attention, so I had to take care of it. I started rubbing my bone through my jeans while reading about all of the dicks this sex pig has serviced over a 24-hour time span. I kept rubbing and rubbing, then finally shot my load in my jeans. My door was wide open, and I'm facing my assistant. But - no one noticed. I love that shit.


Anyway, the blog is buy a guy in Maryland who calls himself Street Muscle 501. Check him out, he's got some hot shit definitely worthy of a couple loads....plus, he's just like me: a total sex pig who can't get enough!

Black Party & Blue Balls

Before I dive into the Black Party, just an update on Mr. Blond...
We had a date this Friday night. It sort of our first and sort of our second (the first time we met was via an online hook-up). We did dinner and a movie...then a sleep over. I don't know if we're as much of a match as I thought/hoped/wanted, but still had a decent time.

Now onto the good stuff...The BP...

It wasn't bad. Was it great? No. But I had a good time. No sex for me, but one of the best looking crowds I've seen in a long time; the eye candy was fantastic, but the music lacked.

Of course there was the unique-to-the-Black-Party sexiness and sleaziness, which I love. (What's better than sleaziness?) I wore some great leather gear that I have, and was hoping I'd leave the party with cum and piss all over it, but alas, I left with my gear as clean as it was when I arrived. I actually didn't see any sex going on. There was a lot of playing, but no full-fledged fucking...that I saw.

A lot of guys cruised me, patted my ass and rubbed my chest, among other things. Very few people, however, actually hit on me, or came up and said anything. I was talking to a friend about this, maybe it's because I come across unfriendly (I don't think I do), or that I look uninterested, but I'm not sure. It's a two-way street though, and I didn't go up and talk to anyone either, so I'm as guilty of this as everyone else.


So, I went home with no one on my arm...or cock. I dropped one pill of x, which was pretty much gone by the time I got home so I was able to get some sleep. I awakened at around noon with a major hard on, so got out my computer and went on the prowl.

A guy who I met over a year ago and have been trying to get together with, hit me up. He was in the 'hood at a "bud's" place, and asked if I wanted company. Sure! This was perfect - and he was there within 20 minutes.

I was pretty psyched about pigging out with this dude, but when I opened the door, all of my interest vanquished. Immediately. He's a big partier, which never bothered me, but GOD, this kid let himself go. He was so cute. His body still looked good, but his face looked tired and gaunt, his skin was dry and oddly colored (like orangey...maybe self-tanner), and his eyes were two black holes.

He asked to shower, and I reluctantly let him. While he was scrubbing, I battled with whether I should continue with the hook, or let him go.


Once he was toweled off, I explained that I was way too tired to play, and that we should go for another day. He was totally surprised, and I instantly felt guilty. He asked if it was really because I was tired, or just wasn't interested. I assured him it was the former...but it was pretty obvious that it was the latter...

He left, and I couldn't get back on the .net fast enough. There was another guy I met about a year ago...same story. Great pics. Awesome bod when we first met. Came over...and it was nothing as I remembered. So thin, no body, totally gone. We got further into playing than I did with the other guy, but it fizzled out shortly after he was blowing me. I was totally hard, but not really into him. I wanted something different. I wanted to have a passionate, pigged-out, spit and cum oozing lay...and I wasn't getting it.

We paused and both agreed that it wasn't working. He left, and there was no time for me to get another piece over before I was to meet a friend for dinner.

So, after what should've been 24 hours of raunched-out pig fucking...I blew 5 loads alone and didn't stick my dick in one ass (although I did get a quick blow job)

The Day Before Sun

Not much to report this week. I can't really say that it's because of Mr. Blond from Friday night, but rather that things at work have become insanely busy. Now is the start of the "crazy time of year" for the industry in which I work, so I'm pressing on with that, while also trying to keep up with my sexcapades not to mention sneaking in time to write about them.

There was a surprisingly fun fuck on Saturday night. It wasn't nearly as passionate as the night before, but did include fucking a nice beefy butt with a tight (and accommodating - but quickly exhausted) hole. More below.

On my way home from drinking with friends, I noticed I had, and listened to a message on my voicemail from a guy that I met one night at a big sex party (and subsequently connected with online). He said that he was in my area, and asked if I was up for "hanging." I really (honest-to-God) wasn't really thinking about getting laid that night because I was tired from the night before, and still grinning about it. BUT, then I figured since Mr. Blond was probably getting laid on the beach and, more importantly, I wanted to be sure I wasn't falling too hard too soon, I decided to return the booty call. I got his voicemail and said that I'd just left my friends and was on my way home.


I was a little relieved that he didn't answer, because then the decision would be made. But, he called me back, and said that he was still around and could be over in 15 minutes.

Ah gee...decisions-decisions.

15 minutes, and the door buzzed. I forgot how short he was. Not abnormally short, but shorter than I remembered. It was cool...when we played at the party, I had a great time making out with him while getting blown by a muscle pig. He was a great kisser, and had a nice piece of meat between his legs. I didn't get a chance to fuck him that night, so was looking forward to doing it tonight.

Any hesitation / reluctance that I had before vanished, my pecker came to life, and I was feeling frisky. We began making out on the couch. Still fully clothed, I rolled him on top of me and massaged his ass while we kissed passionately. He had this hot devilish grin that told me he was hungering for my meat to go inside him. That said, I suggested we hit the sac together where we can roll around and get "goin'." He concurred.

In the bedroom, we stripped to our briefs...both wearing black 2xists. more and more rolling around leading to our undies off, and my cock in his mouth. I propped him up with pillows against my headboard, grabbed the top of the metal frame, and fucked his face. My cock was still in the "swelling up" stage, not totally throbbing yet...but getting there. I wanted a cockring, but since I left my favorite one at the asshole's house from last weekend, I had to use a lame ubiquitous jelly ring. I was disappointed about it, but after I got it on, it felt better than I was expecting, and I forgot about it for the rest of the hook - that is until i had to take it off, and it nearly ripped out all of my pubes.

We changed positions so now I was under him, encouraging him to fuck my face hard. I know I suck well, and could tell that he agreed. But...this dude was definitely a bottom boy who wanted to get fucked.

So we flipped to our original position, I busted out the lube and a condom, greased him up, wrapped it down and slapped his hole with my rod. He was smiling and shivering at the same time. I couldn't wait to see his eyes roll to the back of his head, and his face light up with ecstasy. I knew it was going to happen...so after teasing him a little bit more my cock and gently fingering his hole, I was ready to bone. I slowly slid my dick into his ass, and loved the warmth and slickness of it. Even though I had the condom on, it didn't distract from the feeling I was enjoying. After I reached as far in as I could, I pulled back a bit, then went back in. And repeated. And repeated. My boy's eyes were closed, and he was stroking his thick hard dick and moaning. I pumped him a few more times...then he warned me that he was going to cum. I couldn't believe it, but didn't really mind since I was sorta hoping to get some sleep. Anyway, I wasn't near blowing my load, so I went all out on his ass and banged the shit out of him, as hard as I could. He started cumming, unleashing wad after wad of thick milk all over his stomach and chest. Like a good boy, he didn't get anything on my bed or sheets.


When he was coming down, I could tell he was wanting me out of him, so even though I hadn't cum, I pulled out. I unwrapped the completely clean condom, using his cum as lube, rubbed out a huge load all over his chest.

I passed out on top of him, and we lied there for a bit.

I guess at one point we talked about having a sleep over, so he asked, "Do you still want to have a sleep-over?" And I was down with that since he was a cute guy, and I knew would be a fun cuddler.

We slept well...woke up in the morning, and had a repeat fuck. It was VERY similar to the first...I banged him on his back, and he came sooner that I would've liked, but it didn't leave me disappointed. Sometimes a quickie is all you want. Especially in the morning.

Nothin' since...and I'm not sure anything will happen this weekend since it's all about relaxation. But then again...there are sure to be MANY hot guys floating around.

You're right

I was completely over-reacting to the post on Alex's blog. You're all right. I had a really shitty week, and I guess I let my emotions get the better of me, and was too sensitive about everything from work to blogging, clearly.

Anyway, after reading, i realize I sounded like a little bitch, which I really don't think I am. However, hope it didn't turn too many people off.

This blog is really only supposed to be all about my sex life, not so much about the personal stuff. So getting back to basics...

I had a great hook up last night with a smoking blond guy my age. We had been hitting each other up for the past week, trying to figure out a time to connect, and last night it finally happened.

I was finishing up work, and hopped onto the .net to check things out before I went to the gym, and saw him there. We messaged back and forth about trying to get together later that night, before he goes on vacation today (Saturday) for a week. I was supposed to see a movie with friends, so we left it that I'd call him when the movie got out, and we'd see what was up.

My friend had to cancel on the movie, so I had the whole night. I rang him after the gym, and he invited me over.

I'll post the hook-up, which was very hot, later today or tomorrow. I just woke up with a boner that needs some attention, then have to hit the gym. More to come.

A little bummed

I'm able to track the amount of readers I have, and gotta say, I'm a little bummed that I don't have more. Is my writing that lame? Ahhhh poor me. If you like it, let me know...and send your friends. I want to hear what people think (and what they want). Is there too much personal shit? Too much sex? Too raunchy? Hook a brother up, and let me know.

Lame Fuck

Sorry guys, I don't have good things to report about the twink fuck from Thursday night.

I came home after the gym, and wasn't feeling all that horny. I feared that it wasn't a good idea to have a hook up because of that minor issue, but just decided that since it was scheduled, I'd follow through. Plus, I know he was looking forward to it.

He came over, and we hung out a bit on the couch watching TV and catching up. He's still in school, so we talked about what he's doing now, what's next, etc. A smart guy with a cute "cocky" attitude. He reminded me of myself, both when I was in school, and even a little bit now. I'm not a cocky asshole, but know that I got "it."

I still wasn't feeling boned up. It had nothing to do with him, just was tired and didn't have the urge to pig out and fuck around. Again, in retrospect, I should've just explained that to him, and called it quits, but I didn't. I didn't want to disappoint him.


So instead, I disappointed myself.

We made out, went to the bedroom, rolled around, i fucked his face, ate his clean smooth ass and blew his big thick cock. He was totally into it, moaning and groaning, and asking for more and more, harder and harder. I began jerking his cock, and he said he was about to cum. I could hear it and feel it. I took him to the point, then let go. He controlled himself, and didn't let loose which I thought was hot. I did it again. Once more. Then I blew and jerked him and let it fly.

I could feel 4 hard shots of spunk hit my tongue, splash the roof of my mouth, then ooze down my throat. It didn't have much of a taste...just a little salty.


I laid back and had him suck my dick...then blew my load.

We talked earlier about spending the night together, but it needless to say, the vibe (my vibe) was clearly not feeling it. So he got dressed, head out and I went to bed.

I'm still not horned up, but still looking around for ass before I meet some friends out for drinks.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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...

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.

Catching up

The holidays came and went...and although I didn't write about my fucks as they happened, I definitely had some good times.

I'll start with the hot "straight" Latin dude with a "girlfriend at home." He had an ad on Craigs list asking for loads dumped up his ass by neg guys. I hit him up and we emailed back and forth a couple of times before I invited him over. He said he didn't kiss, which was almost the deal-breaker, but I said "come over and we'll check it out."

When I opened the door I wasn't so pleased, but he wasn't awful. I decided I didn't need to kiss him, just wanted to blow a load and call it a night. I started rubbing my cock through my jeans to get it chubbed up. He got down on the floor unbuttoned my Diesel jeans, and began blowing me in the kitchen. After a couple minutes, we made our way to the bedroom. I got him on the bed - on all fours - and ate him out just a bit. I wasn't really into doing anything that night other than pumping some ass and getting off. So I grabbed a bit of lube, fingered his hole, then just pushed it in. I only pumped a few times, then blew. There wasn't that much...or at least I don't think there was because none of it oozed out (which I love), but it was OK.

After I shot, I pulled out, went to the bathroom, took a piss, washed my cock and returned to my room to find him all dressed and ready to jet. Perfect.

That was last Wednesday. The next night, a tall, thin 27-year old came over. We had been trying to get together for awhile, so I was looking forward to finally meeting. Again, I wasn't blown away when I opened the door, but was so boned up I thought, "fuck it," and had him come in. Unlike the normal routine, we didn't make out in the kitchen, but rather got immediately into my bedroom. I whipped out my cock, and had him sit on the bed. I put one leg up so that he could lick my balls and sniff my ass while blowing me.

I decided it was time to sink it in, so I got him on his hands and knees and slapped his ass with my cock. I always prefer to fuck doggie rather than missionary, at least to begin, because if the guy has a nice ass, it's awesome to hold onto it and ram my cock in hard. I ate him out a bit. He had a nice smooth hole, with just the right amount of funk. I lubed up his butt and my dick, and pushed the head against his hole. He was moaning like a bitch before I even put it in. I'm not much into moaners. I mean, it's one thing to make some hot noises when banging, but I just find all the moaning and groaning phony.

Anyway, I slowly inched my way in. He didn't say anything about my cock going in raw, but rather said right away that he wanted to take my load. That got me thinking that maybe I should just cover it to be safe. So I did. I know, it's not necessarily the hottest way to bone, but I just felt that there was something shady about this guy. Also, when I have on a rubber, I fuck a shit-load harder than when I don't.

After fucking him so hard that his head hit the steel frame of my bed, I pulled out. There was shit on the condom, so I went to the bathroom, threw it in the toiled, then came back and jacked off on his back. Fortunately there was a towel underneath him, but I was still pissed off because my sheets were changed that day. He got on his back, and blew a huge load.

We lied there too long ... about 3 minutes :) ... then I got up, and asked if he wanted to wash-up. He said, "no thanks," and got dressed. He asked to see me again, but I probably won't bother.

I left for my holiday trip the next day - and while away, I fucked a hot-ass muscle jock. Guys, this dude was amazing.

I got back into town on 12/27 and met up that night with a guy I spoke with before I left town. He lives on the UWS, and since it was early, I decided to brave the cold and head up there. He is a top too, but I was cool with it since I was in the mood to suck cock.

He looked older than his photos, but seemed to have a nice body. We didn't waste any time, which was perfect. I began rubbing his dick through his shorts while making out. I could tell he had a nice piece, so I sat down on his couch and went for it. He wasn't as aggressive as I like, so I grabbed onto his ass, and thrusted him back and forth into my mouth. He got the point and began fucking my throat hard. His meat felt great. I gotta say, as big of a top as I am, I suck dick like a champ.

We went into the bedroom, and he continued to fuck my face while I jacked my own cock. I told him I was about to come, and blew my load right then. He did the same - all over my face.

We chilled out on his bed for a bit, and talked. He had an annoying voice, so I ended it quickly.

The next night, I went over to some dude's house for a blowjob. He wanted an anon scene, so he left his door unlocked. I walked in and found him on his knees, blindfolded with porn playing in the background. I got boned up, and shoved it in his mouth. After forcing his head down deep on my cock for several pumps, he came off and asked me to remove my leather cockring so that he could get it as far down as possible. Off it came, and down he went. I was pretty boned up, so just blew my load shortly thereafter. He kept his blindfold on while I zipped up and left.

And the final fuck of the holiday season... A guy from Manhunt whom I've been speaking with for the past couple of months was looking for a hard hard hard fuck and invited me over. I was going out later that night, and really should've taken a nap, but decided to take some ass instead.

Again, this dude left his door open for me. I found him on all-fours, ass up in the air. I dived right in and ate him out. His ass had a very nice smooth pucker that flexed in and out. He kept begging me to fuck him. I wanted to tease him a bit more, so continued to munch and finger his hole. After having enough of him begging and squirming, I grabbed the lube and slobbed it all over my rock hard dick and squirted more down his crack. I didn't tease any longer, but rather pushed the whole thing in at once. Deep. He cried out (this was a good cry), and said, "yeah." That let me know he wanted more...and harder, so I gave it to him. We stayed in that position until I blew my load. He pulled away as I was shooting, but I dumped a squirt or two in him before I popped out.

Oh...I had a physical last week, and all my tests came back negative.