the things they say about him

musings of a sexual libertine

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

eat & run

damn. it never fails. as soon as i say that nothing noteworthy happens...then something noteworthy happens. i guess i shouldn't complain, huh?

right after posting my last entry, i get online. still primarily using a4a; although i've encountered the usual types of flakes and/or general dumb-asses, the amount i run into seems to be lower. but my patience has also been at a very low ebb lately and i know i've been extremely direct (read: borderline rude) regarding my desire for a bullshit-free experience.

  • libertine hook-up rule #4: get to the point - endless and/or one-word emails/responses is a sure-fire reason for me to reject someone's ass

thankfully, the dude in question was both to the point and not full of shit. the conversation, like our eventual fuck, was fast, easy and hassle-free.

get fucked? : hell, yeah.
host? : yup.
when? : you should be here already.

he matched his pictures exactly. young-ish looking. crew cut. same height as me (6’0”) – but beefy. he answered the door in camo pants, a tank and sneakers. a few tatts and a clipped chest hair completed the picture.


fifteen minutes later, he’s on all fours on his hallway floor, my tongue eating out his hole. he had one of those big, meaty asses that’s easy to bury one's face in. and every once in awhile i’d pry his hole open to get a good look – and then work one (or two) fingers in to loosen him up further.

i havn’t shaved in two days, so while eating him out i would also rub my stubbled face into his ass cheeks. in response, he would hunch his head down onto the floor to moan into his arms. eventually, his ass was dripping with spit – his hole open and winking.

i flipped him over on his back, spread his legs open, and planted myself between his thighs. his nips were snakebitten - so it was a snap to work them over with my mouth. i also slipped a finger back into his ass while doing this. his dick - already hard - started jerking around.

the dude sits up and pushes me into a sitting position. dips his head into my crotch and swallows my dick. the head he’s giving me is perfect – all tongue and thick globs of saliva. long ropes run out of his mouth and pools into my pubes.

at one point, he pulls up off it – with saliva strings momentarily bridging from my dick head to his lips. “oh god, boss. i gotta ride it now,” is all he says.

as he positions me to sit on it, i think to myself that it’s not gonna work right. because my dick curves downward, guys never have much success in riding on top; i usually have to set the position. so as he crouches over my dick – i prepare to not feel anything worthwhile.

it slides in perfectly. i literally feel his hole constricting around my dick as he slides down on it. it feels a tight, hot, wet sleeve. also, i haveta give him credit as he bobs up and down my dick – he is an incredibly limber fuck to accomplish this. as usual, sweat pops out on me and starts rolling down my chest.

i tell him i’m getting close, so he starts jacking his dick while still riding me. my pubes smack against his ass as i angle up to drill deeper into him.

i loose it and shoot. he can feel my load pumping into him – so he sits all the way down on my dick, spits into his hand and jacks himself off. a few seconds later, he shoots a load onto my stomach, his hole squeezing my dick as he unloads. i scoop some jizz off and eat it. he’s still sitting on my dick as i lean forward and feed it into his mouth.

ten minutes later, i'm out the door and heading back to my place - cum coating my mouth.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007


wake-up. work out. work...late. go home. sleep. repeat. every few days (usually on weekends), insert random fucking. nothing noteworthy to write about - the more "elaborate" scenarios i usually write about haven't been on the menu.

it's been lick it/flip it/stick it (and...repeat). also? tattooed artist dude also continues to figure (more) prominently into the landscape.
  • question: what does "libertine" make of this? he who has eschewed relationships for the past several years?
  • answer: my current schedule (thankfully) doesn't allow me to dwell too deeply...yet.

no worries, though...i'm not getting soft on y'all. i still like to get, as one would say, "my fuck on".

Saturday, February 17, 2007

the story so far...

back online - if just for a little bit. i plan to post some sexventures soon - just haven't had the time to sit down and properly narrate. the following is what has been eating at my time:

  1. work: the social aspect of advertising is, admittedly, pretty dope - parties, dinners, lunches and free shit that is actually cool. but the day (and often into-the-night) portion is still a lot of fuckin work. that said, it's goin' well
  2. working out: honing the bod for the summer. and prepping for my next tatt (which would be #4)
  3. adam4adam: i'm burnt out with manhunt. which is another way of saying that i've boned the dudes on there who were on my list. time to refresh on another site - eventually i'll go back to the 'hunt for some lays. plus, i'm feeling the more flava'ed tricks on a4a. i'm indulging my taste in chocolate and/or "papis".
  4. trick one: 40ish. 6'2 - big muscular thighs with a tight round ass. beefy chest. hairy and shaved in all the right places. bottom - but has a nice fat dick. and most importantly, i can throw him on his back and stick my dick, fingers and tongue in him however many times i want.
  5. trick two: early 30s. farm boy type. former athlete. sucks dick like a pro. he's got a big dick too, so naturally i oblige him.

they both only want release valve sex - so each hook-up has been no muss/fuss. call/confirm/fuck/leave. good times.

also? i've been hanging with a dude. we've been meeting up since December - but the frequency has increased of late. interestingly, we both refuse to acknowledge the developing dynamic. we circle around the topic warily - like two unmarked fighter jets. but we still get laid with other dudes - as we should be doing at this point.

this dude? hot. an artist (he does large scale installation pieces). roughly my height with a skater-boy bod. tattoos everywhere. he's a comic book nut too - not as bad as me, but close. we even watch "heroes" together (shut up).

the sex is crazy hot. on valentine's day? he surprises me with a toy that allows one to put a dude flat on his back, with his legs folded up and back to restrain his ankles next to his wrists. so basically the top has total control to work over the dude's ass. the awesome part? he built it himself.

so much better than gettin a card.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

bread ain't always bad to eat

i'm back, y'all. miss me? i hope so – cuz i missed you.

lovin' my new job. i'm the point person for several campaigns for the two brands i'm on. plus, i'm doing some supervising. good experience - but busy. barely any time for sex , which, as you can imagine, is a bummer. i've had a few lunch time trysts and a couple of after-work pump/dumps - but nothing noteworthy.

fortunately, I was able to hook up with wonder bread this week.

we've messed around twice since the last fuck i wrote about. and both were hot - but nothing to write about it. since then, i’ve been busy with work - and he's busy with his boyfriend (he's in a "don't ask, don't tell"). and with my recent spell of non-adventurous fucks, it was a definite oasis to fuck around with an experienced slut.

when he got to my place we started making out as soon as i closed the door. in the bedroom, i stripped him down and got him on my bed on all fours - his ass in my face. i dove right into his hole, licking and frenching it. and he, being the courteous lay he is, made sure it was freshly washed but with a hint of that natural guy smell.

i take a good long time rimming him - exploring his hole with my mouth and tongue. i also work a finger (or two) into him. despite all the accoutrement I have in him, his hole remains tight; i always have to punch my tongue in. eventually, he’s facedown and moaning into a pillow, sweat beads forming over his body.

we already had some toys prepped on the bed, so i start alternating my tongue/fingers with a dildo and butt plug. he’s hard now and beginning to stream pre-cum, so i leave the plug in so i can reach around and stroke him off.

eventually, i’m sitting on the bed indian-style and pull him onto my lap - my dick pressed up against his hole. he locks his legs around me while we french. then, he pulls away and looks at me, a grin on his face.

“let’s do it,” he says, nodding his head over to the two glasses on the nightstand.

i party sometimes. not a lot – but every once in awhile. i went through a period where “not a lot” was just “a lot” – but i got my shit together and pulled back. but if i have good chemistry (pun intended) with a regular fuck, its always enjoyable to turn the volume to eleven. hence, the “through the looking (G)lass” drinks.

so we drink it. we clearly both feel it at the same time cause we just start going at it. it feels like electric amborosia is running through my veins. we both have raging hard ons, and our dicks jab into the other as we thrash around on the bed. wonder bread pulls me up roughly and pushes me up against the headboard so i’m reclining with my legs splayed out. he crawls between them.

i shove him down on my dick and he just devours it. sometimes he’ll come up for air, but goes back down completely. my pubes is covered with spit from the head and tea-bags he’s giving me. i'm so raring to go that i feel like my dick might pop off if i don't get it in his ass.

i grab some of his hair and pull his head back. “you ready to get fucked?”
“yeah, man. i need my hole plugged.” there are still streams of spit from my dick to his mouth as he says this.

i grab the lube but he snatches it out of my hand and throws it to the floor.

“let's just use spit. i want to clean it with my mouth once you cum. the lube will screw that up.”

he leans into my crotch and drools a huge load of saliva on my dick. then, he reaches forward and slowly strokes me, tightening his hand around the head. we switch positions and i get him in a partial reclined position on his back so i ease into him. we both watch as my dick slowly sinks into his hole. when my dick is halfway in – i pull completely out. wonder bread looks at me quizzically, and then his eyes widen as i ram completely in, my ball sack slapping against his ass cheeks. i start pounding.

again, we kiss while we fuck. i usually shy away from overt amounts of making out when fucking a dude, but the one-two punch of party enhanced sex sparkage makes the making out exceptionally hot.

i adjust him and crouch up on my feet to pile drive him. occasionally, he pushes me up in order to repeatedly punch my chest.

“hit me,” he says
“teach me a lesson. pop me one in the face. just don’t leave a mark.”
i think about this for a second. “alright. but i expect you to give as much as you get.”
he grins. “deal.”

so i pop him a flat handed one. as soon as i do, his hole squeezes around my dick lsuper tight. ike a vise. so i do it again - and his eyes roll in pleasure. i feel his hole tightly constrict again. and then – bam – he pops me one on the side of my head.

“c’mon man,” he sneers. “fuck me like you’re a real man and not a bitch.”

i shove him against the baseboard. as i repeatedly pump into him, his head bounces against the headboard. throughout all of this? he’s grinning like a maniac.

i admit, I dig the physicality of aggressive fucking. i know a lot of tops who prefer their bottoms passive and submissive, something that’s never been a turn on for me. bottoms who fight to get fucked always go to the front of the line . if a bottom roughhouses me right back – he’s guaranteed to get fuck he’ll want to cum back for.

so thanks to the favors and the smacking around, we are screwing like crazy. grunting and sweating. whispering variations of “yeah”, “fuck” or “fuuuuck yeah.” at one point, i spit in his mouth. some of it hits the side of his mouth and his tongue darts out to lick it up. i lean back in to taste both it and him. the vibe is definitely different from the other times we’ve messed around. we’re fucking like two dudes who’ve just been reunited or are pissed with each other. maybe both.

we fuck. and fuck. and fuck some more. still making out. whispering obscenities and profanities – which just drives us further. he’s tall (i'm 6'0 and he's taller than me), so he easily locks his legs around me.

“i’m gonna cum.”
“shoot on my face, dude.”

i feel the pressure building in my nuts so i pull out. he positions himself so he’s flat on his back. i straddle his face. i see him looking up at me and i begin to cum. i start to shake as i pump a decent sized load of cum on on his face. i sop some up and force some into his mouth. he grins around my fingers. i lean forward and lick the rest off, slowly feeding my load into his mouth.