the things they say about him

like the title of pink’s recent cd...

2007-07-09T14:04:00.000-05:00

...i'm not dead.

holy goddamn, right? i know. i totally suck for not writing. like, jackass-y levels of suck. two fucking months of not posting. you can blame number 3 (see below) for this shit. not even a nice, hot bath and a chewed oxycontin was getting any words out of my brain.

reader's digest version (in no particular order):

work. like crazy, crazy hours
a(n extended) family member's passing
writer's block
still getting laid...barely
a mind-fucky fuck buddy
candyass
three little words

i'll have info on most of this soon - promise. plus, at the risk of sounding pompous in assuming you even want to know - more book and music reccos coming . i've read/heard some interesting shit. fo' reals.

hello? [echo]

shit. man i have a lotta work to do, eh? oh - and i gotta publicly apologize to "nyc nyc": my total bad in missing your email this past may. i would've nailed your ass for sure.

taxicab impression

2007-04-17T08:31:00.000-05:00

it's three in the morning on a saturday. i'm meeting up with candyass in a few hours, so i really should be at home getting some sleep. but thankfully i was still wide awake when i got a call from one of the few guys i'm hard pressed to ever turn down.

he's a repeat - but not like any dude i've ever had sex with. he doesn't like to kiss (much) - just likes to swap head and get fucked. preferably on all fours. but when i do get him on his back - he likes to grab me on both sides of my waist to hold on.

he also has this thing where he likes for both of us to wear baseball hats (turned backwards) and jockstraps (basic white) when we get it on. the first time he requested it - i assumed it was your typical posturing. later i find out he actually is a former semi-pro athlete. and admittedly, he gives the whole jocks-with-cocks vibe a very specific energy that i don't often find in my regular encounters.

but i'm digressing. i'm in a cab on the outer drive heading down to lakeview and the driver overshoots by one exit. he's instantly apologetic. almost too much so - he even offers to turn off the meter. as we head back toward the right direction - i give my guy a call. we engage in the whole "we're having sex talk but not really because one person is in a public place" spiel. the cabdriver glances at me through the rear-view.

we pull up in front of the guy's high-rise. as the driver counts out my remaining bills, i pull my baseball hat out of my jacket pocket - put it on backwards.

he stares at me in the rearview - sphinx-like. i give him the eye right back. seconds elapse. finally he says:

"be sure to be careful, alright?"
the words break the silence into quickly melting floes. i smile back at him. "i always am."

amy winehouse

2007-04-10T13:20:00.000-05:00

uh-oh spaghetti o's - i'm biting another buddy's post. drub, the bastard, beat me to the punch. so click on over and read his post.

and if you didn't click through - he did a write up about a singer from the u.k. who is receiving an increasing amount of press (and props) lately - amy winehouse.

and you know what? she deserves all the press - she's fucking amazing.

her album - "back to black" - is one of the best albums i've heard in forever. you know how when you buy a album (even of an artist you really dig) - and there's a big chance at least half of the content is filler or b-sides? (yeah - you know what i'm talking about.) no such case here. no fluff. no shitty song stuck between two awesome ones. no front-loading the cd with good songs and sticking the crappier songs in the second half. it's aural perfection from first song to last. she kills it every time.

go and listen. play her lead song (and current single), "rehab". or "you know i'm no good". or the title track. you can't stop listening. despite being 23 - she has the type of voice that knows shit. better - she knows your shit. and both her singning and song production has this incredible fusion of genres and time periods.

and if this sounds like (obviously figurative) dick-stroking, then i cop to it. it's that crazy good.

go buy it. right now.

parties - "boys" & "favors"

2007-03-31T01:02:00.000-05:00

i'm in a guy's flat. specifically, in a bedroom lit by ten fat candles. as a result, the room is borderline humid - so i'm sweating like crazy. the guy and i are grudge-fucking on his bed.

i'll explain how i got here.

we met on a4a. we had chatted for about two weeks but couldn't get our acts together to meet. his profile pictures were just okay - but something about his emails kept me interested. while he wasn't exactly assertive about what he wanted - there was something in the little he did say that made it clear he was was good at being no good.

today finally worked - and i needed to burn off some steam.

he answered the door while talking on his cell - naked. and wearing only a silver domino mask. i seriously considered turning around and leaving right then. but he pulled me in and immediately led me to the bedroom.

he's off the phone within a half minute of this. but from what i could hear its pretty apparent he's a party boy. you fuck enough party boys - you get wise to the signs. which explained the masked nudity.

ironically, he looks like chris pontius. that is, if chris pontius had quadruple the amount of tattoos. and was gay. and used tina regularly.

but back to the story.

he puts me in his chaps and a collar-to-cock ring harness. he asks if i want anyThing. i decline - but do accept a shot (G)lass of hospitality.

i get him all fours and eat his ass. and eat. and eat. i maybe come up for air a few times every ten minutes. but why bother with oxygen when the aroma of a man's ripe hole is the air i breath? he smells delicious. a little bit of soap - but mostly that strong guy smell. my dick is aching - he smells that damn good.

i fuck him on his back. he's a good kisser - long and deep with lots of tongue and spit. i pull out completely and drive all the way in. he's a bold fucker: eyes open and staring into mine as he flexes his hole. without words, his message is intent: fuck me like you mean it. i stare back and oblige him.

he leans his head forward and bites down hard on my shoulder. i like being bit - but this is rougher than i'm used. but...it feels good. it feels like static lighting. i bark at him to do it again. i haul my dick deeply into him as a response. the grudge fuck vibe re-emerges.

eventually, we break. his phone rings. after a minute PB turns to me: "wanna have a three way?"
"who?"
"cuban. amazing body. loves to get fucked."
"eh. not in the mood to top two bottoms"
"he's vers. you can take turns fucking me."
"giddy-up then."

45 minutes later, we're all piled on the bed. PB is closest to the mattress, with the cuban plugged into his ass. i'm on top of the cuban (we'll call him marco), my legs spread on either side of him - feet planted on the bed. we're locked in daisy-chain fuck. there's a long horizontal mirror that gives us a wide-screen shot. we all stare to watch the multicolored thighs, asses, dicks, and arms that flex, sweat and thrust.

we alternate. sometimes i fuck marco as PB sucks him off. another time marco fucks PB as i watch - entranced. i occasionally lend a helping hand by guiding marco's 10 inches into PB's hole. he sometimes pulls out so i can clean his dick off with my mouth. anything to help.

at one point an accomplishment is reached: after much spit and coaxing, i fit PB's dick and balls fully into my mouth. his dick is literally tickling my uvula - he gasps and moans.

i fuck marco again as PB watches and jerks off. marco gets PB flat on his back and pounds him so hard that PB's head bounces on the mattress. marco announces he's cumming and twitch-fucks PB is he drops his load. marco pulls out and i go in. the heat and marco's cum/lube is almost too much - i start to cum. i pull out and drop a load on PB's chest. i eat it off - kiss him. do it again. marco leans in and i feed some into his mouth as well.

PB's phone rings again. more party-ish talk. he turns to us, announces another dude will be stopping by to also play.

that' my cue to head out. as much as i like group play - i shy away from the party group play. a few years back, i indulged my taste for play parties. during this period i noticed that two types of scenes occurred once it moved from a 3-way to a group setting: either circular druggy talk that is only fun when you're an active participant (and for this i wasn't) or that tense paranoiac vibe when people don't process their shit well and strangers freak them out.

either way too much work. tonight i had my fun - after showering, i jetted.

a faux pas so dumb i can't even think of a clever title

2007-03-27T23:46:00.000-05:00

in the car with a friend. talking about sex (of course). we're chatting about sex-partner deal-breakers.

he: "i can't have sex with someone with a jacked up grill."
me: "really?"
he: "really."
me: "if he's face down in the pillow - does it matter?"
he: "slut."
me: "well, yes. you knew this."

it continues like this. other nays include: a man with disproportionally small hands/feet (me). a man with cheap looking shoes (him). a man with unclipped nails (me). a man with pancake ass (him). a man who whines about how bigger dicks "hurt" (anyone with sense really. crybaby).

then i say..."i can't have sex with someone whose significantly shorter than me. feels weird. like chris hanson might burst through the door."
he: (laughs) "how short are we talking?"
me: "oh i don't know. like five-nine."
he: "that's not short."
me: "it's chuck-e-cheese short."
he: (silence)
me: (oblivious) "like car-seat short."

i chuckle at my oh-so witty rejoinder. seconds elapse. i continue eating my mentos. more seconds pass. i look over - he's staring straight ahead, lips compressed. looks seriously irked.

and that's when i remember. he's barely skirting five-nine.*

oy. note to self: open mouth/remove foot. plus i must start remembering that when playing a game of "yay or nay" to ensure persons in convo (who are not me) do not possess discussed nays.

*(oh man. this anecdote is totally setting me up to get lambasted by short(er) guys. have no fear - i'm kidding about the height thing. i'm a size queen only for the thing that really matters. ba-dum-bum.)

stupid shit: the hook-up edition

2007-03-19T01:38:00.000-05:00

goddamn. starting the work-week already in a funk. getting laid this weekend was a chore. sometimes it's like drive-thru - and other times the amount of stupid shit makes my head hurt.

the following is bullshit people do on (hook-up) sites. i'm pretty sure that, of those who hook-up online, all of us has gone through various combinations of the things below. i just felt like bitching about it. coitus vox populi.

a dude who posts pictures of his dick and/or ass and is "scandalized" when a person hits him up for fucking. and not just a sideview of his ass - but a spreadeagled "his-hole is-thisclose to the lens" picture. and he gets pissy when asked if he's looking to get fucked. dumbfounding.
a dude who uses his profile as a manifesto to complain about the "meaninglessness" of the hook-up scene, and how empty sex is, and how he is looking for something meaningful...ZZzzzZZ. wake the fuck up - you're on the online equivalent of a bathhouse. please give me an unapologetic slut (tm jesse archer) anyday.
a bottom who will ask you "to bring another top". i like a good gangbang as much as the next dude - but we don't travel in packs. b.y.o.t., stupidass.
one-word emails. typically just "nice pix" or "sup?" how 'bout asking me something less vague like, "will you cum on my face?" or "can i piss on your chest?"
"the calendar fuck". a dude who is looking to fuck five hours from now. or more annoying, the out-of-towner who is trying to book something, like, next fucking week. shithead. my dick is hard right now. not in six hours - and not next fucking week (i mean, it probably will be..but come the fuck on...)
the dude who types ALL IN CAPS LOCKS.
the "no femme, no short, no fat, no old, no young, no bi, no neg, no poz, no black, no white, no purple/green/magenta" jesus, dude...who will you fuck, then?
endless emails: question upon question. upon fucking question. most of which could be answered if the dude read my profile. if he's this clueless during the cruising portion - you know the sex portion will be a black hole of uselessness.
the dude who asks for more pictures, despite already seeing the ones already in my profile. this is not a modelling agency. i do not have a portfolio for your viewing amusement, fucknut.

i'm in a mood - off to bed.

survey says!...

2007-03-16T17:46:00.000-05:00

god of war 2 came out this week: so duty calls. the following is a half-ass attempt to stay regular with my posting.

fyi: i stole this from jemp. (thanks, man!)

1. l.a. or new york:
new york

2. red or white wine:
white

3. what's something a member of the same gender can wear to turn you on:
a jockstrap and army boots.

4. what's something a member of the same gender can wear to turn you off:
sculpted eyebrows

5. who was the last person you kissed:
....candyass. hrm.

6. favorite cuss word:
g*ddamnit

7. favorite non-alcoholic drink:
cranberry sierra mist is my kryptonite...which is good because they only sell it during the christmas season

8. blondes or brunettes:
whomever currently has my dick up his ass.

9. what's something you always have on you:
orbit lemon-lime flavored gum. really. it's the shit.

10. do you stay awake in bed thinking or do you fall asleep fast:
fall asleep fast

11. what celebrity would you like to fight most:
if you mean porn-y type of cage-fighting that leads to a hot, sweat-soaked fuck session...then chris meloni.

12. What's the last thing that made you cry or get teary eyed:
i'm heartless - so i don't cry.

13. What's your favorite holiday:
christmas

14. What are you listening to right now:
the silence of a rapidly emptying office.

15. Are your parents still together:
no

16. If you inherited $20 million, what are the first 5 things you'd do with the money:
a. quit my day job
b. settle debts
c. buy a vintage plymouth barracuda (leather seats, custom rims, killer sound system...god i already have a hard-on)
d. buy a ducati 1098 s tricolore superbike
e. set up a trust for friends/family

17. what was the best year of your life:
this year

18. why:
because i'm coming into my own as an adult man

19. have you ever flown first class:
of course.

20. who was your first real kiss:
my first boyfriend

21. what are you SUPPOSED to be doing right now:
leaving the office.

22. pro life or pro choice:
pro-choice

23. favorite physical feature on the same sex:
a man with tattoos always go to the front of the line.

24. how old are you today:
30

25. who do you have a crush on that doesn't know it yet:
what's this 'crush' nonsense? if i want someone - they know it.

26. best movie you've seen this year:
"the devil wears prada" - streep kicked all sorts of ass.

27. ever been in love:
yes.

28. who makes you laugh the most:
one of my best friends: M

29. where do you want to be living in 20 years:
i can barely decide what i'm doing next weekend

30. what was the last CD you downloaded:
"back to black" by amy winehouse.

31. south park or the simpson's:
south park

32. breakfast, lunch or dinner:
brunch.

33. when was the last time you talked to your mom:
two years ago

36. american, cheddar or swiss cheese:
swiss

(37?)

38. are you sleepy:
no...irritated.

39. when was the last time you were drunk:
couple years ago. now the last time i was druggy...well, that's another story...

40. what do you want on your tombstone:
"he stood his ground to the last."

41. your name spelled backwards:
enitrebil ed omoh

(42?)

43. what was the last thing downloaded on your computer:
a sex vid from machofucker

44. Your favorite restaurant:
joe's stone crab

(45?)

46. are you in love:
....

47. what type of music do you dislike most:
hippie rock.

48. are you registered to vote:
yes.

49. do you have a car:
not since i moved to chicago

50. one thing you want right now:
to be one of the idle rich

51. ever prank call anyone:
yes

52. if you could be a famous person for a day who would you be:
i'm already famous in my own mind

53. would you go bungee jumping or skydiving:
skydiving.

54. where do you want to be in 5 years:
again - i can barely discern what i want to do next week...

candyass

2007-03-06T22:25:00.002-06:00

it's tuesday. i'm at tattooed artist's place. i had to work late monday night, so we decided to wait to watch "heroes".

i brought...an overnight bag.

he suggested it. i accepted. and we both sat in a pool of silence that lasted several seconds before the conversation skipped back to life.

but i'm digressing. tuesday night - i'm at his place. we were discussing the blog - and my recent bout with neuroses. eventually, we discussed the few recurring characters and the nicknames i occassionally attribute.

"am i in it?" he suddenly asked.
i feel the need to evade. "perhaps."
"i want a nickname." he grins around this request.
my eyes narrow. "i'll think about it."
"i wanna be called the tonsil tickler."
"no."
"c'mon"
"no."
"why not?"
"how about annoying tattoo person?"

he lunges. we have a mock chase through his apartment. eventually, we end up back in the living room. wrestling.

he pins me. he's slimmer than me - but very strong.

"fine," i gasp.
he lets up off me, planting his fists on his hips in a superhero pose. "i am the tonsil tickler."
"no," i grin slyly. "you'll be...candyass."
he makes a face as if he's farted. "ugh. that sucks."
"then my work for the night is done."

he fake-grimaces and then leans back in to bite the side of my neck. the bite is a small shock that goes from neck to my groin. then, we make out.

and thus candyass is born.

keep on keepin' on?...

2007-03-03T00:06:00.000-06:00

so i'm totally biting a topic* off of a blog buddy - but his post completely reflected my current state of mind.

i've been getting pretty good traffic from folks all over - and i definitely appreciate people checking my blog out - but i'm wondering what y'all think of "the things they say...". am i writing about sex too much? should i include more non-sexual shit? is the sex i'm writing about too monotonous? most importantly - has it gotten boring?

i'm definitely at a crossroads, because i'm wondering if changing the format is necessary. at the risk of sounding corny as hell - i'd definitely like to make sure that you as a reader are able to relate (ar at the very least, get off) to what i'm writing about.

i originally started this blog just as a way to keep the writing skills sharp. aside from sex, writing has always been my one thing i both enjoy and want to improve at. and everyone's feedback/comments has pushed me to keep at this. i'm definitely grateful for it. cheesy - but true.

as you can see...even a self-professed "libertine" can have moments of doubt. ;-) i'd really dig getting people's feedback. so let me have it, folks.

*(hope ya don't mind, bingity)

eat & run

2007-02-28T03:00:00.000-06:00

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.

giddy-up.

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.

meanwhile...

2007-02-27T19:48:00.000-06:00

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".

the story so far...

2007-02-17T01:39:00.000-06:00

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:

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
working out: honing the bod for the summer. and prepping for my next tatt (which would be #4)
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".
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.
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.

bread ain't always bad to eat

2007-02-03T17:11:00.000-06:00

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
“what?”
“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.

taking a stand

2007-01-20T20:44:00.000-06:00

i'm a pretty laid back sort of guy. on principle, i prefer for things to be chill and easy-going. and that always applies to sex. whether it's my sex life or someone elses - my thought is that the mantra going into the sexcapade should be "do what you want as long as it doesn't hurt anyone."

which brings me to the subject of this post. there's a blog* out there where the writer also focuses on his sex life. now, i'm always down for (and get turned on) reading about other people's sexual experiences. but what sets this blog apart is the following:

he deliberately lies to guys and will tell them he has a condom on and either never puts it on or will not tell the guy that he took it off.
if they are fucking raw - he has supposedly trained himself to shoot a few streams into the dude. this, after the bottom in question has specifically asked him not to do so.

that? fucked up and absolutely reprehensible. there's no other way to explain it. and there certainly is no way to justify or excuse it. bareback all you want - but it damn well better be between two consenting adults. if someone tells you to put a condom on - either do it - or fucking extract yourself out of the situation. frankly, anything else is tantamount to assault. if someone says 'no' - that fucking means 'no'.

this blogger also claims that he is HIV negative - which (according to his narrative) excuses his behavior. it doesn't. neg or poz, it's an amazingly punk-ass and cowardly way to behave. plus? if you can look someone in the face and lie about using a condom, it certainly is not unreasonable to think that you are also lying about your HIV status.

this dude is lucky he hasn't gotten his ass kicked by someone in the midst of pulling his stunts. honestly, i certainly don't think it would be undeserved for it to happen if he was found out.

that's all i gotta say on the matter.

recognize.

*you know who you are. i'm not even gonna bother URLing your ass. because quite frankly, you don't deserve the exposure.

when he was bad...

2007-01-13T00:31:00.000-06:00

"you like being handcuffed, son?"
"yes, sir."
"you gonna do everything i tell you?"
"yeah."
"yes...what?"
"yes...sir."
"then let's begin."

and we do. he's crouched in a cage, sweaty and dirty. he's wearing nothing but leather chaps, boots, and a chain link collar. and he's clearly into it because he's already hard. occasionally some pre-cum dribbles out from his dick. he rubs his finger across the head of it to get a taste. he's eager to be Sub'ed out.

and "he" happens to be me.

i'm in a basement. it belongs to a Dom i've talked to online before. he's always wanted to have me over - but i usually decline. the urge to Sub, for me, is pretty sporadic and happens on the fly. but the appeal of a fully furnished dungeon sounded intriguing - and i was in the mood to suck a guy's dick. so i relented.

hence the cage. with all things sex related - i like to give 100 percent. that includes being treated like a dirty bitch.

"you been bad?"
"oh yeah, dad."
"how bad?"
"filthy, sir."
"show me. show me exactly how these boys of yours suck you off."

he knows i'm a top - and gets off when i tell him about the dudes i fuck. he definitely likes hearing how i "force" someone to give me head.

but this time - he wants me to show him.

when i got there, we talked for a bit - had a few beers. i had a vicodin beforehand - so that along with the miller lite - loosened me. i tilt my head towards the grating. his dick hovers - than slides in my mouth. i take it in one swallow.

the times i've gone to bathhouses - i go to town in the glory hole room. with me being an unapologetic top - one would think i would be the first to stick my dick through the hole. but nothing gets me harder than tasting a dick that's all mushroom head, veins, and ready to drop a load in a willing mouth.

so i'm giving him head. at times he angles himself so i can work on his balls. he's shaven (not that i mind hair) so after a while his nutsack is shiny with spit. sometimes he slaps my face with his dick so spit runs down my face and chin. at one point, he pours some of his beer he's been swilling onto my face and his dick as i give him head. this goes on for a good long while (not that i'm complaining). then suddenly, he says:

"be right back."

he pulls away, heads out the basement. i hear him go up the stairs. so i squat there. in a cage. covered in beer. and spit. and pre-cum. seconds stretch into a minute. and that minute becomes a few - at least five or so. my dick goes soft.

finally, i hear him come back down. without missing a beat, he walks right up to the cage. he holds his dick out. and takes a leak.

warm. slightly yellow. slight smell - but nothing overpowering. his piss streams down my neck and across my chest. almost instantaneously, i'm hard. because i'm squatting, i lean back so his piss splashes across my crotch and hard dick. some of his piss gets on his boots. we both eye this at the same time.

"clean them" is all he says.

he unlocks the cage and hoists me out. the funny thing is, i stand a good head taller than him (i'm 6'0"). but in this setting - he's the boss. what he says goes. so i go to work on his boots. he's wearing steel toes - so he's courteous enough to stand completely still. i pretty much stuff the whole front portion of his boots in my mouth - savoring the taste of the leather. he tips up slightly, and i clean the front part of his cleats.

"you like that piss, son?"
"absofuckinlutely, sir. can you give me more?"
"if you're a good boy. you ready for what you came here for?"
i can't help but grin. "anything you say, sir."
"yeah, that's kinda the idea."

he handcuffs me to his wall. his "playroom" is a converted basement - and it's stocked. the aforementioned cage. bars and rods and several other ways to restrain someone(s). an assortment of handcuffs. a sling. harnesses. you get the idea.

after restraining me, he gets a bottle of baby oil. squeezes some on my dick. slowly jerks me off. speeds up. stops. takes a few steps back and just stares. stares in that way (and you know what i'm talking about). strokes himself. and moves back and starts to jerk me off again.

a few pre-set rules we agreed upon:

he could do anything except try to fuck me.
he could have a few of his friends over to take turns (they could not fuck me either)
he could piss on me - often - but i would only drink/taste of my own volition.
he could take polaroids - only i could keep them

he opted not to have other guys over; he wanted me all to himself (his words). and he was definitely using this alone time to take things at his leisure (again - no complaints here).

so he spent our time together edging me towards cumming. which ties into our next agreement. i had to tell him when i got close. and every time i told him - he would stop. sometimes he would take that break to jerk himself off. other times he would "mock" me - remind me of how it must feel to be so close and not be able to cum. other time, he would just smoke and stare.

sometimes he would get a really tight grip around my dick and jerk me off really fast. with the baby oiled grip, it felt like i was plugged into a really tight hole. and of course, that would get me close - which would start the process all over again.

at one point, he just jerked off just the head of my dick. we both would just stared at it - shiny with oil - big and swollen from wanting to cum.

after awhile, my legs start to shake. but i can't sink down, because it pulls on the cuffs. at this point, i'm sweating like a pig (pun intended). so along with beer/pre-cum/spit - i'm also covered in baby oil and sweat. and ready to drop my load (and to the floor).

he gives me a sly smile. "you ready to cum, son?"
"oh yes, sir. please make me cum sir. i can't take much more." i need to cum so bad i'm practically whining.
he stands and stares - jacking himself. "just what i wanted to hear."

he grips my dick and stands real close. like thisclose. and starts jacking me hard. but the funny thing? now it's taking me forever to climb back up to cumming. i'm beginning to wonder if i might be too worn out to cum properly, when he uses his other hand to press his finger in that spot between my balls and my asshole.

like a turnkey, i shoot. i drop forward, and he has to hold me by my torso as my whole body starts jerking. the cuffs cut into my wrists a little when i drop - but it feels kinda good. so even though he's holding me up, i pull at my wrists a little to feel them dig into my skin.

i'm still panting even after when i'm able to stand on my own. there's cum all over my leg and his. like, streams. we look each other in the eye.

"good job there, son."
i grin at him. "well...y'know. i try."

like a virgin

2006-12-28T14:42:00.000-06:00

"why a sex blog?"

i was sitting with a friend to have some thai. we were discussing our current creative endeavors (he's in the visual arts). we were discussing the fleshbot mention - and how i never really expected it (or any kind of exposure). i was explaining the sort of things i blog about when he asked that question.

i gave the following three answers (i'll let you decide which was the primary reason):

i wanted a creative outlet
i wanted to titillate
i wanted a new way to get laid

we continued with our conversation, but a part of my brain continued to examine my third answer.

why do i enjoy sex so much? and why do i have such a strong drive to seek it out? i wonder if there is more to it aside from being a "sex maniac". at seventeen, when i first started having sex - the answer was simple (and cliched).

teenage rebellion.

i grew up in a strict, fundamentalist household. rigid curfews, bible classes, a continuous moratorium on having fun - the whole nightmare. also? i was, quite literally, being raised with the intention of becoming a minister.

(yeah - i know)

sometimes i try to imagine myself in the guise of a religious shepard. i envision sensible slacks (dockers, perhaps?) and a conservative tie. but the image always blurs - and through the responsible clothes i always see a dirty jockstrap and a chain-link harness.

like most queers, i knew long ago that i was a homo. but as with any repressed christian - i was doing my hardest to bury it. i limited myself to jack-off sessions that were drenched with equal amounts of cum and guilt.

but then, two months shy of my eighteenth birthday i "discovered" gay sex. i've been a sexual pizarro ever since.

that first, furtive blowjob quickly gave way to guy-on-guy fucking. conventional fucking gave way to to 3-ways and groups. which led to role play. role play gave way to dom/sub sex. and that was a gateway into pig play (watersports, crisco, spit, restraints). and then finally to that undiscovered taboo: barebacking.

(see? apparently gay sex does lead to depravity!)

and then there are the lays. i've played with guys in the 20s, 30s and 40s. even a small handful in their 50s (don't hate - their bodies were killer). short dudes. tall. white. black. purple. you get the idea.

i've sexed my way through my late teens and twenties. as of this past fall - i am now fucking through my thirties. ten years later and sex is still a new frontier. forever a (very) wild west.

each guy, each group, every encounter is, quite literally, like fucking for the first time. for me, each sexual experience is a brand new sensory experience.

how else would i have learned that the first time a dude pissed a hot stream on my chest that i would get one of the biggest hard ons i will ever remember? or that the feeling of sliding into a tight, raw hole would become a habit instead of an unacted fetish? even the dress code is always brand new. wearing a jock'n'cock (with or without grinders). a wrestling singlet. or wearing nothing but my own sweat.

and that's why i enjoy sex so much - probably more than anything with the exception of reading or writing (creatively).

it never loses its potency. sex is the one thing i am never jaded about.

happy holidays

2006-12-28T14:31:00.000-06:00

there's a few of you i've yet to email back - but i promise i will shortly. my apologies for the neglect. i'm not trying to be an ass - holiday obligations preclude getting to emails the way i ought to.

(private) words will come.

in the meantime, hope you all have a great new year's.

generation blackberry

2006-12-20T16:42:00.000-06:00

so what do i spy on an elevator's "captivate" screen when heading into work?

douglas coupland. in an ad for blackberry.

the novelist of "generation x", "shampoo planet", "micro serfs", "eleanor rigby" and several other fantastic novels doing an ad for blackberry. a product that typifies the hyperstressed careerist. a product that implies (if not outright yells) "taking time away from your work email is foolish and you should be accessing your emails 24/7."

the novel "generation x" successfully captured mid-90s slackerdom and 20-something ennui. it, of course, sparked the famous catchphrase (which coupland spurned for quite a while). this is the novel that coined such memorable and lively terms like "mcjobs" (a job you deliberately choose because it is beneath your skill set), "emotional ketchup burst" (repressing an emotion - namely anger - till it bursts outward. like a ketchup packet) and "veal fattening pens" (a work cubicle).

douglas coupland is significant to me for a few reasons. as a very impressionable 15 year old, reading "generation x" made me realize the following:

that not only did i enjoy reading but i also loved writing
made me realize that my ambition to be a yuppy would suck my soul out of my body and make me a heartless, cruel demon
said change in career made me realize i should go into something directly (or intrinsically tied) to being creative
most importantly, the characters in "generation x" made me realize that yes - it is okay to be an eccentric (albeit a hot one)

does this mean andy, dag and claire have left their start-up hotel in mexico and given in to corporate culture? do they have blackberrys now? are they stressed out because some intern has not gotten them an excel spreadsheet? or worse - their coffee? such thoughts alternately gross me out and make me sad.

plus, douglas coupland used to be cute (in a "yes, i went to bennington" sort of way). now he looks as if he...i don't know...paints clowns or something.

maybe i'm just getting old.

the jump off

2006-12-17T00:52:00.000-06:00

last night i went to a sex party.

the host had invited me several times this year - but i've always backed out at the last moment. truth be told, i've never been one for sex parties. in theory, they sound promising. but the logistics involved are the same as having a three way - magnified by the number of dudes attending.

but i've developed a taste for fucking used holes, so i figured i'd give it a go.

the start time was set at 10pm, so i got there around 10:40. i figured by that point most people would already be naked and fucking.

i was wrong on the second point.

there was about fifteen dudes there. most were stripped down to jockstraps or underwear. porn was playing in every room. a sling (my personal favorite) was set up in the second bedroom. but everyone was milling around. chatting.

this was something that needed to change asap.

i had earmarked two different dudes that i wanted to fuck. there was a short latin dude who was loaded with big slabs of muscle and a noticeable lack of body hair. there was also a twenty-ish twinky-looking guy who was toned but not muscled. who, despite his baby face, kept throwing me looks that said he clearly was a dirty bitch.

like i mentioned, jumping off a sex party is difficult. unless you're at a party where everyone is a total pig, tweaked out, or both - getting people to start messing around is a task. and although the hard-ons i saw on dudes indicated they wanted to start fucking - no one was willing to be the first to throw down.

luckily, i have no shame.

aside from being barefoot - i still had on my tee and jeans. after doing another walkabout, i went back to the living room. there was an older dude (mid 40s are so) with an above average bod/face sitting on the couch. after catching his eye, i walk over to him. i don't say a word. i just stand and stare.

i start removing my clothes. slowly. i take my tee off. unbutton my jeans and pull them off. flick my briefs off and away. i look him in the eye the entire time i do this. and to his credit, he holds my stare and doesn't blink. by the time i'm down to nothing - he has a full hard-on.

i kneel down and immediately start giving him head. because i’m concentrating on giving him head, i'm only peripherally aware of the room - but i'm aware enough to know its gone quiet.

i focus back on the guy's dick - do my job. lots of spit. deep throat action - bob my head and mouth to swallow his dick. work his balls with both my hands and mouth. it's average width - but long. he's pre-cumming alot too. i let it slide down my throat.

something is suddenly in my immediate peripheral vision. i look over and there's a dick thisclose to my face. it's rude, but i'm feeling my role as dicksucker so i take it in my mouth. the first dude moves away.

after a minute the new guy pulls out of my mouth - apologizes and says he was getting close. i shrug - and reassure him that i understand if he wants to save his load. i get up and see that everyone is now in various states of messing around. some dudes are merely making out or giving each other head. some are already fucking.

and that's when i spy the dude i was just blowing. he's currently on the floor - fucking twinky.

i go over. merely watch. head-dude is lying down flat on the floor - with twinky sitting on his dick and slowly riding it. head-dude sees me watching, points at my dick and then at twinky's ass. i point at my dick as well, and smack it around in my hand.

he stares and nods, and seems to get it. my dick curves downward. fucking twinky from behind in the position he currently is in won't work.

he looks at twinky dude. twinky looks over as I start stroking myself. "you see that cock?" he askes? his voices matches his look - firm and authoritative. he sounds like a dad.

he continues. "in a minute, his cock and mine is going to be up your ass. and you know what? you're going to like it."

without saying a word, twinky just nods. i nearly pop my load right then.

true enough, we're soon double fucking twinky. i'm getting off on being in twinky's stretched hole - all hot and wet with lube and our pre-cum. i can also feel head-dude's dick rubbing against mine. at one point i close my eyes, enjoying the moment.

and that's when i feel a flash of a camera.

my eyes fly open. it's the host, crouched next to us - digital camera in hand. all three of us sit/lie/crouch there - hilariously frozen. twinky looks annoyed. head-dude is pissed.

he pulls out of twinky, clomps out the living room. his dick felt awesome crammed next to mine - but i also don't mind too much because twinky's hole has now constricted fully around my dick.

"you cool with this?" i ask twinky, nodding my head towards the camera.
he's closes his eyes - i'm assuming to concentrate on enjoying my dick. "yeah, man. i don't care."
i turn to look at the host. "as long as my face isn't the picture, i'm cool."
"no problem."
i turn back to my boy. "ready to get fucked?"

is he ever. i get him on his back so i can pound him with ease. he's a pig about it too - pounding my chest, slamming his ass into my dick and pubes as we fuck. he's the same height as me, but he curls his body in a way so my body completely drapes over him as we fuck. it's a somewhat intimate position - but it feels good. and the sweating and grunting makes it an interesting combo of intimate and dirty. i say "he's my bitch boy" (or variations thereof) quite a bit - which he definitely seems to get off on. i plant my fists on either side of his head and we do some fairly deep kissing while we fuck. a few times he's spits on my chest, traces the streams into my chest hair - sticks it into his mouth and mine. as all this is occurring, the digital camera flashes around us.

he cums first, and shoots a load across his sweaty chest. i bend in, eat some off, start pounding him again as i feed it back into his mouth. we pass his load back and forth in our mouths. i move into a crouch to pound him deep and drop a load into his ass.

he pushes himself up, but positioning himself so my dick is still in him. we get some personal space as the host moves away. our foreheads touch as we slow fuck so we can watch my load run out of his hole and around my dick.

we eventually pull apart, find some paper to exchange numbers and discuss fucking at a later date.

a little bit later, we're both in the room with the sling. this time though, i'm getting my dick sucked by the latin dude i saw earlier. twinky's in the sling, getting fucked by another dude. i idly wonder if my cum is serving as lube.

fuck lovemaking

2006-12-15T22:01:00.000-06:00

this quote on a fleshbot post made me laugh:

"The content on this site is actually SEXY! I've heard some say that the site may be a little degrading to women but COME ON, fuck that silly emo, sensitive, loving making bullshit!...Most women want their men to be real MEN...What girl doesn't have a fantasy to get fucked like a whore at least once?"

even though she's referencing hetero porn - can we all say an "amen" to that statement? god knows i certainly have fantasties of fucking a guy like he's a whore. (oh wait...i already do.)

on a side note, said quote led me to this (hetero) porn site. but most important, it led me to this dude in particular.

clearly, i'm not getting enough punk boys in my daily intake.

i may be a pervert...but i'm a romantic pervert

2006-12-14T22:29:00.000-06:00

i usually take online quizzes with a grain of salt, but i felt obligated to post this since it's so on point.

i mean, "...deeply depraved and perverted..."? is pretty fuckin' accurate.

as i told p1 last night when i showed him this - it essentially means i will give you flowers and then take a piss on you.

note: thanks to raven in nyc for the link to this.

blowing my...horn

2006-12-13T07:37:00.000-06:00

the new ad agency i work for? kills. this position i took is exactly what i've wanted to be doing.

but the coolest thing? a certain cool-ass contributer wrote up my blog on fleshbot. fyi, fleshbot is a nationally read website that focuses on porn and/or sex.

i have a pretty decent amount of people reading - but since this write-up, my site stats blew up.

check it out.

getting on a morning train

2006-12-12T01:32:00.000-06:00

as i've had a few days since i left my old position and starting my new - i've been killing time by being idle. visiting friends, spending time with p1, and excessively playing marvel: ultimate alliance.

and fucking anything with a (tight) hole, of course.

this morning, i found myself communicating with dude who was hyping himself as the main attraction for a gang-bang. based on his pictures he looked pretty decent: a (somewhat) short, very hairy guy with some seriously thick slabs of muscle. in one of his pictures, he was bent over - meaty ass in air - his hard dick bent over and peeking out from under his belly. it also looked as if he was bent over some sort of wood cobble-together made specifically for getting fucked at a 90 degree angle.

(gotta love the ingenuity some dudes will show to get plowed).

i was all set to fuck immediately, but he wanted to get as many tops as he could and promised to get back to me within 30 minutes. and while i certainly appreciated his enthusiasm, i also know the ratio of tops to bottoms in chicago (2:8) and had a feeling he would be searching for a good long while before lining up a significant amount of non-flaky tops.

as with all my online negotiations, i also was prepping a second (and third) dude for action. the second dude (a tall, even hairier fuck) wanted me to cum over and get involved in some seriously raunchy pig play and was pushing the exact buttons to get me hard. dude #3 was a smooth-bodied european-looking dude who was very vanilla - but was seriously turning my crank since he had a killer face and bod and was showing a lot of enthusiasm for some extended fucking.

i was locking in possible when/where with pig-dude (and determining whether to rain-check euro-bottom), when i get an email from gang-bang dude. i'm always wary of dudes who want to get gang-banged because the scenario usually turns out to be A: a crock of shit and/or B: has a top that is "competitive" and feels the need to "out-top" everyone else.

i ask gang-bang the specifics:

ME: how many dudes?
GB: five. maybe more. some may flake out.
ME: this really the real deal, dude? 'cuz i hate bullshit - and i have other dudes who are looking to get fucked.
GB: this is for real. you get here - you get in line to plow my hole.
ME: raw or wrapped?
GB: either. the options are open.

he gives me instructions and time to be there. 45 minutes (and two rain checks later), i find myself going into an alleyway to get to the basement of a brownstone. i have to crouch down to go down the outside stairs that lead to the basement. per his instructions, the screen door is propped open - but the security door is closed. i turn the knob and step in...

...and find myself four dudes deep in a line. GB is bent over the wood contraption that was in his second picture, getting his ass plugged. GB is stripped down to socks, tennis shoes, a jock and a tee shirt pushed up to his mid-back. the dude immediately following is a thuggish (but unbelievably hot) puerto rican who already has his dick out (which is huge and making my mouth water), stroking it one-handed while using the other to sniff at a bottle of poppers. the dude following this (and directly in front of me) is a white guy - hands in pockets watching GB get plowed.

i blow some warm air on my hands, pull my dick out, start stroking very slow. a draft of cold air and a muttered "holy shit" announces the arrival of dudes four and five. they don't seem to know each other, so i assume they arrived simultaneously by accident.

by this point, the first dude is already cumming, and is grinding himself into GB, as GB's thick legs are locked in a half-crouch around the makeshift. dude one slides out, his dick wet with lube and cum. as he leaves, the puerto rican dude immediately pushes in. GB's hole swallows this guy's dick. which is pretty impressive as the guy looks as if he is packing close to ten inches (his dick is clearly bigger than mine - and i'm no small fry at eight). puerto rican dude knows everyone is riveted (and rightfully so) and pulls out fully so we can all see his wet and glistening dick before it sinks back into GB's hairy hole. he's taking his time, occasionally sniffing his bottle of poppers as he fucks him. the platform bucks forward every time he slams into GB.

i'm rock hard now but decide not to stroke: i know if i touch my dick now i will totally shoot. puerto rican dude begins making noises, and sure enough he starts jerking forward slightly as he drops his load. at one point, he pulls out so only the head is in and some cum leaks out of GB's hole.

also by this point? my balls are hurting in an effort not to jack.

the show's not over. puerto rican dude swaggers in front of GB, pushes his dick - with strings of cum dripping off - into GB's mouth. as GB begins cleaning off the dude's dick, the guy in front of me goes ahead and slips his dick in. after getting head for about two minutes, the puerto rican dude pulls his pants up (no underwear, of course) and swaggers out without a word. i'm tempted to clap him on the back for a job well done, but decide not to.

the guy in front of me fucks GB conventionally. sadly, no variation in speed or technique. and he's dead silent as he does it too - just boom-boom-boom. he's done within minutes after the puerto rican left. he flicks his condom (!) off and leaves.

finally, my turn. i grit my teeth as i slide in: you can tell GB is stretched. while not exactly gaping, his hole is fairly loose - which isn't my favorite thing. but it’s to be expected in a gang-bang so i can’t complain. if i want a tight hole, i need to get there early or at least before someone with a donkey dick.

his hole is still hot and also filled with lube and cum, so it almost feels like my dick is swimming in an aquarium. like the rest of him, his hole is pretty hairy, and it’s a turn on to see the lube and drops of cum suspended in his ass hairs. i'm trying to take my time and slowly edge my way to cumming, but my mind keeps cycling back to the guy's 10 incher. finally, i find some focus and concentrate on my own dick and the hole that is (somewhat) puckered around it. as usual, i get off on the visual of the lube and spooge that has slicked up the shaft of my dick. GB is moaning, which tells me he is enjoying the ride as well.

i feel myself cumming and drop a load into GB's ass. i copy PR's move, and slide around to slip my dick into GB's mouth. he opens up and licks it clean. as he's doing this, the guy who was behind me is already sliding in GB's backdoor - another white guy who looks to be 40-ish with a decent face/body since he's already in GB, i don't even get to see how good/big his dick looks. the final dude is a preppy looking black guy. his dick (looking to be nine inches) is hanging out over the waistband of his track pants, precum slowly spooling out as he is stroking. his other hand has pulled his shirt up to reveal a seriously ripped mid-section. he catches me admiring both his dick and stomach - and winks. i grin back at him.

i pull out of GB's mouth, pull my pants up and head out.

procrastination fuck

2006-12-03T23:05:00.000-06:00

sunday afternoon. sitting in front of my computer - procrastinating. type. type. stop. type. stop.

finally, decide to surf the web. made the "mistake" of going to drub's blog to read his posting about some illustrations he's sold (congrats, btw). and of course, seeing his art always makes me crazy horny. plus, i had just finished up a workout an hour earlier and my endorphin high from working out also always flips my switch.

after contemplating (and dismissing) jerking off, i get on manhunt. a few minutes in, i run into a guy i've fucked occassionally but hadn't seen in awhile. total dickhound. no matter the time of day i've talked to him - he's always hungry for it. i would consider him as a regular fuck bud - but i also get the feeling he's kinda a mess. so, unfortunately, i keep the fucking down to a minimum.

via IM, i ask him what he's up to.

HIM: looking to get pounded. want to help out?
ME: you have to ask? when's the last time you get fucked?
HIM: last night. still got a load in me. wanna use it as lube?

like i said - dickhound. and a dirty whore on top of it. which is, of course, right up my alley. he's also interactive when getting fucked (i have an aversion to "passive" bottoms), so i know he'll not only take my dick - he''ll also vocalize how much he's enjoying getting plugged. we discuss "instructions", and i tell dickhound i'll be at his place within the hour.

DH: why an hour? cum now.
ME: i gotta shower. just worked out.
DH: don't bother. you know i like you dirty.

of course, being the (excellent) dickhound he is, he knows that sort of statement is a sure fire way to get me hard. and then he throws this gem in:

DH: when you come over to fuck me, keep on the jockstrap you wore when you worked out. so you can wear it as you fuck me.

a quick train ride later, i'm at his place. get buzzed in - head up. the door is already open. i make my way to the bedroom, dropping my coat, track pants, and tee along the way. by the time i get to the doorway, i'm down to my jock - semi-hard dick hanging over the waistband - my cock ring choking it at the base.

he's exactly how i ask him to be: stripped naked, face down, ass thrusted up - all framed by the white jock he's also wearing. as usual, i can't take my eyes off his ass. DH has an average face/body/dick - but he has one of the most fuckable looking asses i've ever seen/fucked. round and firm in all the right places - it's damn near perfect. and tight. every time i've slid in him - it always feels like it's the first time he's ever been fucked.

he's also followed my other instructions: an open jar of crisco sits on the covers next to him. i get on the bed, scoop out a dollop, rub it on my dickhead. he curves around slighty, gives me a grin, and strokes the crisco up and down my dick. he keeps his hand gripped tight as he greases it - his hand and the crisco making fucking noises as he strokes it - getting me rock hard.

(and in that second, despite said messiness, i reconsider him as a potential fuck bud)

i grip my dick at the base, begin to slide it in. his hole swallows my dickhead. i can feel my dick throb as he flexes around it.

"awww....fuck." amusingly, we both say that in unison.

i slide in further - mid-shaft. as i do this...milky fluid froths out of his hole and around my dick.

ME: fuckin' pig.
DH: (squeezes hole) is that a complaint?
ME: (laughs) of course fuckin not.

his hole is just how i like it. tight. sloppy. hot. and i can feel cum all around my dick. i pull out and slam all the way in so the cum squirts out into my pubes. he's facing away from me (we're fucking doggy) so i grab the front of his thighs and jerk him up and back so i'm i can drill all the way in. i'm eight inches, and my dick curves downward instead of up - so bottoms usually need a moment to adjust when i fuck them behind. not this dude - he squeezes his ass periodically but otherwise takes my entire dick like a pro. more cum leaks out - mixes with my pube hair. as i start thrusting deep, i zone out to the wet noises my dick and his ass are making. he's panting through clenched teeth. then he says:

DH: fuck me rough?

i don't even answer: i'm prepped to oblige him. i start to pound him hard.

have you ever had one of those lays where the more you fucked (or got fucked) the harder you (or the top) got? that was what happened. it was like being on one of those vertical treadmills at the airport: the harder i fucked him - the further i got from cumming. plus, he was still working his hole: flexing it and thrusting himself back on my dick.

eventually, i pull him up so his body is parallel to mine - and he grabs the headboard to steady us. if it's a good fuck i tend to sweat (alot) - and this was no exception. sweat was also pouring off him as well - and all the while he's moaning for me to fuck him harder. with one hand i grab onto his hip bone - the other goes to his head to snag a handful of hair. name-calling is initiated: "dirty bitch", "cum bucket", "fuckin' bottom" is bandied about. we begin to pick up some serious speed as i ride him like a bitch. in a matter of minutes, he is getting plowed.

i feel myself starting to cum. i reach for his his legs and jerk them back to drill deeper. his hands fly off the headboard and he drops onto the mattress. i lean over him to pin his arms down in a spread-eagle position on the mattress.

ME: you want this load, fucker?
DH: do it, man. fuckin' give it to me.

still holding him by his wrists, i arch my ass up to jack-hammer my cum into him. we're both groaning like maniacs. i feel myself drop a huge load. every time my dick twitches out more, i slam down deeper into him.

finally, i slide out. he turns around to face me.

DH: jesus. that was certainly different. not that i'm complaining, though. i fuckin' loved it.
ME: sorry, bud. it's been a while. i was horny.
DH: yeah, i figured that out. maybe you need to take a sabbatical from sex more often so you can do that to me regularly.

we both laugh. he looks down - i follow his gaze. his hole looks pretty worn out. its real sloppy with cum, crisco and sweat. cum is still running out. he runs a finger around his hole, sopping up the stream - and sticks it in his mouth.

he finger fucks his mouth - pulls it out and sticks it in his ass. "man, i love sunday brunch."

world aids day: 2006

2006-12-01T10:42:00.000-06:00

today is world AIDS day, folks. go here or here for info and what you can do to help.

fight the disease & help find a cure.

even if activism is not your "thing" - there are always ways to help combat this. buy a (red) product. or remember to let people in your life who are impacted by HIV/AIDS know that you're there for them.

perhaps you think me a hypocrite as an acknowledged bareback top for posting this. and if that's the case....fuck off and read another blog then.

whose gonna ride?

2006-11-29T14:06:00.000-06:00

a few things.

1. i'm now officially an (i)pod person. i tried hard to resist. i even had a non-ipod mp3 player. but the time came when i maxed out its capacity and a new one was needed. but i didn't want to subscribe to that whole ipod cachet apple manufactures. and i was ever so earnest and steadfast in my boycott. but it was futile. i succumbed to its charms last weekend and got a hot little number with 30GB of memory. it's a snap to use, easy on the eyes, and obeys my every command.

it's like having a power bottom in my pocket. that plays music.

2. i work in advertising. and was just offered a position with another agency. they're an "a" level agency, do fantastic media campaigns, and offer killer perks (for example? office is closed from before christmas to after new year's. paid). i start with them in two weeks. i'm pumped.

3. the blog. i'm taking a slight hiatus. never fear - it's a very brief one. remember that writing gig that was (potentially) on the horizon? well, i need to get my ass in gear and prep my submission pieces to make it happen. if it i get it, more details will come in the next two weeks. it's awesome - and totally suited for me. so i need to divert all my writing energy to two great money shots. (there's a hint to what this gig is in this statement).

wish me luck.

4. speaking of sex, i have not fucked a single person in about a week. my dick is hurting to plug a nice, hot hole. hurting. woe is me and my throbbing blue balls.

*sniff*

but seriously, i think it's time to shop around for a fuck bud. i enjoy the "chase" in using manhunt/craigslist...but in terms of convenience, i need something more mcdonald's. quick and easy (with "easy" being in every way you can imagine).

i need a guy whom i can email/call - and he knows to be face down/ass up/jock on when i get to his place. on a sidenote, i love plowing the daylights out of a guy at his place. there's a rush in making a guy my bitch sexually in his own place.

as for fuck buds - i'm considering current lays like wonder bread, but i still need to cast a wide net for auditions.

this is probably going to be a challenge for two reasons. first: i need someone with a really high sex drive. it needs to match mine. my sex preferences are definitely more treasure island media - so i need someone who can match me groan for moan. that's not a problem when you rotate a series of guys. but with the same dude? problematic. he almost has to be a sex maniac for it to work right. and finding a sex maniac who isn't a flake? harder to find than a condom at a tina party.

second: for all the specifying i do in an online ad - there are still going to be dudes who say "yeah, i love to trade piss streams" - but who are only saying it because they want to get laid. it's totally fucking annoying - i hate it when dudes say they will do something they are only half-heartedly interested in. i get off on the guy enjoying himself - so if he's blase about it - it brings down my sex high. but hell - what can you do? it's gonna happen no matter what. guys will say anything to get laid. god knows i've done it on occasion. what horndog hasn't? either way, i definitely need a dude whose gonna ride it raw and rough.

so the search is on.

(more) horn(y) of plenty: eta...

2006-11-23T08:08:00.000-06:00

...that the vid from my last post is now unavailable. not sure why...but xtube seems to have taken it down. but i left the link active in case it goes back up.

to recap for those who are curious...a bottom gets tagged team by two (big dicked) raw tops and gets the daylights pounded out of him. top number two shoots a seriously healthy load on the dude's hole. top number one takes full advantage of a lubed-by-cum-hole (always my favorite) and takes it up a notch to plow his the guy.

finally, tn1 drops a load in the dude and pulls out. the camera pans head-on to the bottom - his legs still tucked behind his head. and then, cum starts gushing out of his hole. not trickling - a full-force geyser. within seconds, his hole is completely wet and sloppy from the cum streaming out of his ass.

i seriously wanted to stick my dick through the screen to join in and add my load. oh well.

so here's more things i'm thankful for.

horn(y) of plenty

2006-11-22T01:05:00.001-06:00

and just in time for thanksgiving.

you know what i'm thankful for? bottoms with this sort of skill. (warning: the vid quality is grainy. also? NSFW.

but the best part? the last few seconds (3 mins and 17 secs in). if you can - wait for it - the build-up is worth it.

go watch this show

2006-11-21T01:17:00.000-06:00

i'm completely unmasking my previously hidden geek tendencies - but the question must be asked:

are you watching 'heroes'? if not - then you really fuckin' should.

the show totally kills it every episode. the writing, plotting, the acting: all awefuckingsome.

and tonight's episode? kicked all kinds of ass.

go watch it.

ordering in

2006-11-17T00:23:00.000-06:00

the door opens. but just a sliver, so i can only see an eye, a nostril and part of his mouth. the room beyond him is dark - his features in shadow.

"you're for what i requested?"
i shrug my shoulders. "yeah. they sent me. you called - i came.

the door opens wide. he's in slacks and untucked shirtsleeves. barefoot. older guy in his 40s. salt/pepper hair and five o'clock shadow. good looking in a taciturn way.

"we'll see about that." he finally says. he stands to the side. i slink past him.

i’m on 24th floor of a hotel just off the mag mile. it's one of the better (read: expensive) hotels, so i had to arrive early to walk past the lobby without being stopped. as i enter, i see the room isn't as dark as i first thought - just heavily dimmed. as expected, it's a big room with upscale decor. there's a closed laptop on the desk by the window. a suit jacket is hanging from the desk chair. i look at the nightstand: there's a bottle of lube and a few condoms on top.

i take my coat off. i'm in basic dress mode: jeans, sneakers. fitted gray tee.

i casually extend my arms out to the side. "you like?"

he looks me up and down. this goes on a second too long; he’s being deliberate and wants me to know it. then, out of nowhere, emerges a cocky smile.

"you'll do."

i stand by the bed as he takes his clothes off. he's got a daddy's body to match the face. clipped chest hair. hairy legs, with nice quads and hams. he's meaty all over in a well-built way – but has a hint of a paunch. muscle gone slightly to seed – which only looks good on the right sort of man. he's working the ex-coach vibe well and knows it.

"you know what to do?" he asks. "they tell you what i like?"

this time i stare. and i slowly - deliberately - stick my hands in my pockets. he gets the hint - walks over to the chair and pulls a white envelope out of the interior pocket of his suit jacket and places it on the desk. then, he sits down.

i strip down to black briefs. i go kneel in front of him. i pull his waistband down and his dick pops out.

it's decent looking. cut and around seven inches, it has a slighly larger-than-average head that comes to a slight point. not something from TIM or machofucker - but still a good size. it curves sharply upward, which makes the next step easy: i put it in my mouth.

"yeah." he tilts his had back. mouth open.

i've said it before - i give great head. i may not get fucked, but i know other ways to work a guy’s dick. more importantly - i enjoy giving great head. my trick? variation. unless a guy really digs something i'm doing with my mouth/tongue - i keep it random. also? i keep my tongue in the back of my mouth, with no teeth and plenty of spit. when your dick is in my mouth, i want it to feel like the best hole you ever stuck your dick into it.

his hands are on my head. but lightly – and barely guiding – which is always a good sign. that means i’m leading rather than following. and that means i’m giving him the kind of head he likes.

i pull away and spit strings connect from my mouth to the head of his dick. he looks down at me. i return the look – while sticking my thumb and forefinger in my mouth. i work them in and out, then reach forward and tweak his nipple. and i do the same with the other. his hips buck forward; he presses my head back down to his crotch.

a few more minutes. i stop again to lick my hand. this time, I work my tongue on the spot between his dick and hole, while jacking his dick with my spit-lubed hand.

“you like that cock, don’t you, son?”, he says.

with the right guy, in the right place – i become a total Sub. where being told what to do is almost as much a turn on as the actual act. this is one of those times. again, i pull away. i expect him to get irritated – but he just looks at me. dead in the eye. waiting.

i take this opportunity to play with his dick. it’s really hard now - with smaller veins striated all along the shaft. i (lightly) slap it around my hands. jack the shaft. lick his balls. i put just the head in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. then, i dive back down to swallow his entire dick, using it to reverse pile-drive my face. his head is hitting the back of my throat. my mouth can’t hold back all the spit i’m using; it’s running down his dick into his pubes.

his dick goes really hard. then, he says:

"i’m gonna shoot. i’m gonna cream in your mouth."

he’s part telling me and part asking. mouth full, i look up – hold his eye – and nod.

"ah...fuck."

his hands clamp down on my head. a pretty decent amount of cum is dumped in my mouth; salty, hot, with a faint taste of peanuts (no pun intended). i pull away, leaving some cum sliding down his dick.

we stay like that: him sitting, me kneeling in front of him. finally he says,

"you want to get off or do you need to head out?"

at this point, there’s no way i’m gonna be able to walk normally without popping out a load. wordlessly, i take his hand and slide it around his dick. after his hands been sufficiently greased with cum-spit, i stand up and place it on my dick.

he understands. he greases my dick up, taking slow, full strokes. we both stare at my dick, now wet with my spit and frothy with his cum.

i pretty much shoot immediately.

i wipe myself up and dress as he throws his shirt back on. we move toward the door.

"so," i start, "was that what you were looking for?"
he smiles. "fuck yeah, guy. you put on a damn good show."
"you were pretty good yourself," i say as i head towards the door. "not bad for a guy who has never role-played before."
he smiles again, clearly pleased. "i almost forgot we talked this out via manhunt."
exiting, i grin. "yeah. me too."

happy birthday, my little bottom...eh...drummer boy

2006-11-14T14:31:00.000-06:00

happy birthday, travis barker. in interviews and tv shows you come across as an irredeemable fucktard - but there is no denying that you are a fine piece of ass and fall right into what my ultimate fuck buddy would look like.

it's a too bad you are known in the tabloids for divorcing or "making out with" (i.e., fucking) used-up (bottle) blondes.

a shame really.

if you are going to fuck around with someone who is trashy, let's have a sense of irony about it, eh?

fucking: the united nations edition

2006-11-11T06:56:00.000-06:00

earlier this week i was jerking off to an online clip of a russian dude pounding the hell out of a bottom. porn-wise, he was the usual russian type: into slightly raunchy sex, nicely built, huge uncut dick, and gregarious (at one point while fucking, he laughed and flashed the camera the "rock 'n' roll" finger sign).

this got me thinking about sex i've had with non-american queers. and i realized that depending on the country, each of my fucks fell into similar trends.

i should emphasize these are nationals i'm referring to - not those of american extraction. each fuck mentioned was born and raised in the corresponding country.

i'm being (partially) humorous here - so try not to take offense. this isn't a document going to kofi anan, so this isn't gonna make any country "look bad". it's just sex, y'all.

the UK: obviously, there are exceptions to what i'm about to say, but the brits i fucked around with were...well-behaved...in the sack. no verbal. no rough stuff. certainly no spitting. there was one briton i fucked a handful of times and the set-up never changed. i met him at the hotel room (he was a flight attendant). we briefly chatted. i fucked him doggy...and that was it. not one drop of sweat was exerted. which worked for me since he was a lunch time fuck, but still...

i still haven't fucked a scot or an irishman, but i've always gotten the impression either one would be (a)drunk and (b)playful in the sack. of course, this is all based upon colin ferrell movies.

italy: if you've been to la italia, you realize a wealth of fucakble guys (gay & hetero) exists there. italian guys tend to be the most straightforward europeans - particularly if it's related to something that turns them on. so i'm sad to say that the three italians i was involved with all had a hard time turning themselves on. and each one was secretive about the whole gay/sex thing. and while i love me some secret sex - getting them in the bed was an ardorous process. dare i generalize? could the famed italian machismo play a factor? are they afraid to give the hole up to another dude? i wonder. think about it: have you ever seen a gay porn video featuring all italian nationals? i haven't.

france: haven't banged a gay french dude yet. do they exist? because i have yet to meet one. they're elusive and mysterious. like unicorns.

greece: i've only fucked one greek guy, but that was in college (and i was drunk beyond belief), so there are no surviving records. sorry, folks.

russia: the dirtiest whores in the sack. i've had sex with four russian nationals, and each one was a trashy fuck. this is different from fetish/edgier sex (more on that later). this is straight up guerilla sex. the russians i've fucked have shown a complete openess to fucking anywhere, anytime. examples include: fucking in a parking garage stairwell in broad daylight. a three-way with a set of russian boyfriends that involved a sling, elbow grease, and a set of dildos.

and there was a particularly memorable fuck involving 100+ degree weather and a cramped apartment with no air conditioning:

Russian Fuck 1: take your clothes off.
ME: sweet talking me? is unnecessary. for real.
RF1: ...we do not have much time. my boyfriend will be home soon.
ME: won't your place smell like fucking, then?
RF1: da. that's the idea.

norway/sweden/denmark: in my younger years, i had a slight predilection for the whole nordic type - but i never (yet) had the opportunity to test drive.

there are still continents i have yet to explore: most asiatic countries (although once at steamworks, me and a chinese dude did take turns fucking his boyfriend). latin and south america (although once at a club, i did make out with a super butch papi from puerto rico). africa. australia/new zealand.

there's been a surge in videos featuring (supposedly) middle eastern dudes, but i've yet had the opportunity to fuck one. i'd certainly like to, since hairy dudes are a weakness of mine. i've also yet to fuck a canadian, although i can certainly think of one who is definitely on my "must fuck immediately" list.

and now...libertine's country of choice in terms of sex:

germany: yeah. i know, not a surprise considering what i get into. i've fucked around with several german nationals, and every last one was a freak on a leash. i've had the most "my first" with german men: and i've had a lot of "firsts", so that should tell you something. you can piss on a german dude, Sub him out, make him "take" a load (or two. or seven.) up the ass and he will still also want to get fisted. also? never met a german dick smaller than 8+ inches. and if they were smaller - the circumference was that of a beer can.

but the most crucial reason i enjoy germans? german men can bottom like no one else. topping a german guy is not just a fuck - it's an experience. it's like going on an all-expense paid trip to FuckVille: you'll have a great time and you know you'll visit again. if a guy mentions in his profile that he is a german national, i immediately perk up because i know it's on. if i spy a german national, i know (a) to break out the full inventory (b) to slot more an hour.

or two. or seven.

the wonder (bread) fuck: the sequel

2006-11-04T00:38:00.000-06:00

it's tuesday after work. wonder bread just arrived to my place a few minutes ago. we're in the kitchen; he's drinking a glass of water. he gulps it down, and very deliberately sets the glass down on the counter. stares silently.

i smile at him - no teeth. "what's up?"
"not much. the usual."

boom. we grab each other - tongues in mouths. as at his office, we're careening around the kitchen. at one point, we bash into the fridge so hard the spiderman toy i have on top of it topples, falls to the floor.

"bedroom. now." that? was him.
i flatten my hand and paddle his ass. "i give the orders."
second of silence ticks by. "absolutely."
i whack his ass again. "absolutely, what?"
he almost spoils it by grinning. "absolutely...sir."

we move to the bedroom. it's been prepped. wrists restraints. two dildos. bandana. but his eyes go to the item i've been fixated on all day while at work.

a tub of crisco.

i love using crisco in sex. love.it. there's nothing like shoving a wad of grease up a dude's ass and then sticking your dick in. seeing my dick (or any dick) greased up in a guy's hole? beyond awesome.

we had intended to do a protracted Dom/Sub scene and work up slowly to fucking. we both know that's not going to happen.

i tell him to strip. seconds later, he's down to a jock and boots. i bend him 90-degrees on the bed - legs spread and ass out so i can eat his hole. before he arrived, i turned the heat up in the bedroom; so now the room is hot. in no time, sweat has popped up all over him. i can feel beads on my back and running down my legs. he's moaning. hearing this, my dick is now pounding.

i ease him up onto the bed, face down. tie the bandana across his eyes. slip the restraints around his wrists and connect them to the headboard.

WB: oh please sir, eat my asshole out some more.
ME: how badly do you want it?
WB: i need it real bad, sir.

i take my time rimming him. lots of tongue. lots of spit. after awhile, his hole is wet. he's moaning and bucking his ass towards my face. at one point, i move forward to lie on his back. we kiss.

ME: that's what your hole tastes like.

while i'm rimming him, despite being blindfolded, he turns his head to look back at me. and it's that image: the sweat drenched, blindfolded face - with an expression that says he clearly is loving what's being done to him - that drives me to the edge. i slide my dick into his hole.

it goes in perfectly. we moan almost at the same time. and his hole is hot. just from that, i nearly shoot my load. i crouch over him - my dick in him - not moving.

wonder bread or not, he knows what's going on. he decides to flex. i slap the side of his ass. we both laugh.

ME: i doubt you want me to shoot now
WB: not at all, sir. just thought i'd mess with you.
ME: i figured as much. that's why i hate to do this
WB: do what?

i pull out. he makes an "aww..." noise, but moans again as i slide in a finger i just lubed with my mouth. i finger and tongue fuck him for a bit - occasionally using the dildo.

after awhile - i jump off the bed.

WB: where'd you go?
ME: shh.

he still can't see anything, but he twists his head around. blindfolded. spread-eagled to the bed. covered in sweat with his hole leaking spit. i have to say, he looks fucking amazing.

and what was i doing? i was lubing the second dildo with crisco. i slide it in. he immediately starts with the "fuck yeahs" and "harder". i plug his ass with a huge glob of crisco - and alternate the dildo and my dick. finally:

WB: i need it real bad now, sir.
ME: need what, boy?
WB: your dick, sir. a real dick in my ass. i need you to pound me good, sir.

i have no objections to that statement; i'm ready to pound the shit out of him. i remove the restraints and blindfold, get him flat on his back. wonder bread reaches over, grabs another glob of crisco, strokes my dick and pulls me into his hole.

it's a rough fuck. i usually like to pace it - but we are fucking like animals. i hold his legs straight up so i can pound him deep - pulling all the way out and pile driving all the way in.

we look each other in the eyes. you know that look? that look where you know the other person is loving the fuck just as much as you are? that's the look we give each other. we both stare at each other dead in the eye like that the entire time we fuck.

he shoots first. i seed his hole right after that. i look at the load on his stomach and chest - lick some off and feed it into his mouth.

my dick is still in him; but tapped out. i tell him i have to go pee.

WB: do it here.
ME (raise an eyebrow): where?
WB: you know where. clean my hole for me.

so i do.

shout outs

2006-11-01T19:36:00.000-06:00

these guys are dope.

and this post? even doper. thanks for the shout out, m.o.c.

also? i may have a kick ass writing gig coming up. more info to follow as the details are figured out.

i also need to take a moment and mention that i've "met" some really cool seeming people via the blogosphere. and all of them have been courteous enough to allow me to add them to my 'sites i enjoy' list. this ain't just a superflous title: i like to catch up on their writings/postings regularly. recent additions are:

the average joe
"blurt"
drub (check out his hot-as-fuck illustrations)
raw top
zeitzeuge

be sure to check out their work.

lastly? i fucked wonder bread again this week. i hope to have the post up this weekend.

the wonder (bread) fuck

2006-10-26T01:18:00.000-05:00

H2 and i are at his job. it's after hours, so everyone is cleared out. he works at a non-profit - so the offices aren't fancy. the room we are currently in has a lot of side-by-side computers, so there's not a lot of chance of privacy if you work there. not that i need it for what we're up to.

H2 is an "all-american boy". 6'2 with a reasonably nice build - he's no gym rat but he's toned in the places that count. with skin like milk and big brown eyes, he looks 22 at the most - where in reality he's pushing 28. he's not quite twinky looking - but definitely looks more wonder bread than reefer. but i also realize it's these clean-cut types who will surprise you the most in the sack. i look wholesome...and i'm a total fucking whore.

what are we doing this office, you ask? currently, H2 is stripped naked in nothing save my jock strap. he asked me to wear it while working out so it would be sweaty and used. despite the cold linoleum, he's on his back, long legs thrown over my shoulders.

he's taking my raw cock like a pro.

let's rewind so i can show you how we got there.

we met on the ubiquitous manhunt a few days earlier. i had heard about H2 through two other tops. and a bottom i knew had taken the pix he had on his profile (in said pictures, he was getting plowed by a hulking leather daddy). i figured, why the hell not?

we meet for a drink. ten minutes in, its obvious we're both horny as shit. his office is right around the corner; amazingly, he suggested we fuck there.

and interestingly, he shows me around where he works. then we move into the room with the computers - and all niceties evaporate. we go at it. and even better...it's rough. we're shoving each around - careening into desks - kissing all the while.

eventually, his shirt is off and his pants are bunched around his shoes (still on). i have him on all fours so i can rim him. i love to rim. love.it. and if the guy i'm rimming is into it - really, truly into it - it gets my dick hard. there's nothing like a guy twisting and whimpering from a good rim job; because you know that if they enjoy a tongue in their ass - they will go fucking crazy once you stick your dick in them.

so i'm rimming him. but not just licking his hole, i work my tongue into his hole. i don't know how he managed it right after work, but his hole is spotless. and inviting. as i work his ass, i play with his balls and the hot-spot between his balls and his hole.

also? i brought some accoutrement.

i work a dildo into his ass while alternately teasing it with my finger. with the right guy, i totally get into assplay. and this guy has flipped my assplay switch. i take long, slow strokes with the dildo - transfixed by how his hole is tightly puckered around it. just looking at that, i know his hole is going to be tight.

and man...is it ever. my dick (8+ inches for those keeping track) curves downward. so unless the guy is a skilled power bottom, i've learned to stick it in slow initially so as not to hit the wrong sort of spot. due to that, i inadvertently learned that the a slow stroke (typcially) drives the boys quite wild. especially when it's raw.

i slide it in to mid-shift. pull it out - and then slide it in all the way. then back out so only my dick's head is ringed by his hole. and the heat from his hole on my bare dick as i drive it in is just incredible. he's audibly moaning. sweat beads have popped up on his back.

eventually, we get his shoes and his pants from off his ankles. he likes to be moderately Sub'ed and told what to do, so i strap a leather dog collar around his neck, put him in my jock, and tell him he's going to be face fucked. and he swallows it without a single gag reflex. his mouth is almost as good as his ass: hot, wet and hungry. and doing an excellent job at keeping me hard. at times, i push his head away - and swing my hard-on around for him to work to get. other times, i slap his mouth and face with it.

after a bit, i can't take it. the urge to drill his ass takes over. this time, i ease in for a moment - and then plunge right in. again, full strokes - all the way out to the very head, and then so far in my balls slap his ass. he's loudly groaning. plus, he earns points for reaching behind and grabbing my balls at just the right moments.

we try a few positions: doggy (my favorite). standard. bent 90 degrees on a table. but it's during 'standard' where we both shift into overdrive. we're kissing as we fuck. he moans. i moan. he starts flexing his hole and in response i pump harder. and we're both sweating - at one point he stops kissing me to lick some sweat off my shoulder.

i feel myself ready to pop. i pull my mouth away from his.

ME: ass or face, sport. your call.
H2: you promise to cum in my mouth next time?
ME: (reeeal close, but holding on) sport, if we do this next time i'll dump it wherever you need it.
H2: dump it in my ass, man. seed my hole.

which is exactly what i do. afterwards, we play around some more, slowly building back up to him cumming. using the dildo, i play with him slowly until he shoots his load.

we clean up the mess in the room, and while dressing, make small talk. he asks if we can meet up once he gets back from hilton head. i'm like, "fuck, yeah." and then, he starts to get shy. he's back to being wonder bread.

H2: maybe...maybe we can try some...stuff...when i get back.
ME: name your poison.
H2: (blushes) um...y'know...like, pig stuff.
ME: (enjoying this) yeah?...
H2: like, maybe...piss? and um...felching?"

it's always the quiet ones.

the bottom('s) line

2006-10-19T22:13:00.000-05:00

i met me friend, S1, for lunch to have some thai. i love S1. simply put, she's awesome. she's all stylish clothes, afro puff, and arid observations.

"do you get fucked?" she asked, after taking a sip of soda.
"hello. nice to meet ya."
she laughs. "i know. sorry. but we've never talked about it."
"why do you want to know?"
"curiosity," she shrugs. "so. do you get fucked?"
"nope"
"why not?"

i pause. take a bite of my orange chicken.

"tried it. hated it."

i was 18. he was 38 y/o. this was during the dark ages of the internet (no aol, no gay.com, no manhunt). we met on an online 'bulletin board'. he was only seven inches - but wide. and impatient. and he wasn't so much excited about fucking an 18 y/o than the opportunity to brag about it to his online cronies. (which, incidentally, he did).

"would you ever?"
"never."
"never? never ever?" today? she's lois lane.
"the list of guys who are allowed to top me is short. for a dude to successfully top me, i would need vows of everlasting devotion. at the very least a credit check."

she laughs because she knows i'm serious.

we discuss the suspects. (butt) pirates from treasure island or the euro(trashy) tops from machofucker. chris meloni. henry rollins.

that said, there is one individual that i would bend over for with no questions asked - nor credit check required:

doyle wolfgang von frankenstein (of the misfits). i've often entertained a fairly hardcore scenario of having him farm me out as a pig bottom to his bandmates. me, in boots, collar and a jock - chained doggy style on top of an amp. they take multiple turns: verbal, piss, 'forced' fucking. and he, naturally, would have first rights to plug me and last rights to breed me. with his bandmates' cum (and spit. and sweat.) as lube.

for obvious reasons, i don't disclose this in the discussion.

"for you - that's a really obvious list," she finally says.
"i'm nothing but reliable," i tell her.

despite being secretive about the whole "wanting to be a cum dump for a hardcore punk band", i don't pussy-foot when it comes to my regular sexual m.o. getting off is not just an impulse for me. it's serious business. and i may look boy-next-door, but there is a 95% chance i will nail you if you look a criminal. otherwise you drop down to 90% (however, a big dick re-increases your chances).

after a few minutes, she finally says: "you just have issues in allowing someone to take sexual control."

i've heard this argument before. and i'm usually dismissive of it. however, coming from S1 i consider it worth discussing as she's (a) hetero + woman and (b) not saying this while simultaneously trying to insert.

i'm actually okay with letting a dude 'drive' in a non-topping capacity. i've let a few bottoms tie me up and/or blindfold me. and i love when a bottom is an aggressive bitch. that gets my blood hot and my dick harder. i've even Sub'ed a few times.

but of course there's a caveat. as long as i'm the one doing the poking in the end (har, har) - it's all good in the hood.

slap happy

2006-10-13T03:21:00.000-05:00

with P1 on the couch. talking. i'm draped over him - our noses nearly touching.

during the conversation he gets lippy. not annoying-lippy, but playful in a manner you can only do with someone you know really well. or someone you fuck regularly. we fall into both slots.

as a result of said lippy-ness. i give him a light slap on the bottom. again - playful in a way you can only do in a specific type of relationship.

immediately, he's lippy again. but this time, even more so. whack - goes my hand on his bottom. there's a hint of a smile around his mouth.

this time, i slap his bottom without provocation. he looks me dead in the eye. daring me. my hand goes back to his ass. once more - with feeling.

he openly grins.

i lean back and away from him - and give a grin of my own.

"nuh-eh," i say, wagging a finger at him. "you gotta work for the rest of 'em."

libertine's stock market

2006-10-07T16:19:00.000-05:00

rising:
margaret atwood: i'm cheating by putting her on a 'rising stock' list because i always dig her work. everyone knows M.A for "the handmaid's tale"; but everyone should be required to read "the robber bride". it takes motifs from the "the robber bridegroom" folk tale and completely turns it on its head. it's a fucking phenomenal read about growing up, growing old and thwarted revenge.

also read: "alias grace" and "cat's eye" (no, not that one).

'worked up so sexual' (the faint). i dare you to say you can't help but a: dance and b: be drawn into the story the lyrics tell. if you can't do both - you have no soul. for real.

eric dane: enough said.

dateline nbc's "to catch a predator" stings: alternately hilarious and gross to see these fuckwits get caught with (wanting) their pants down. it amazes me that there are so many weirdos out there.

and it is so fucking embarrassing when they catch a gay pedophile. way to perpetuate, freaks (i'm talkin to you, mark foley).

antibacterial liquid: because even sluts can be germ-phobic.

falling:
myspace: ugh. i can't bring myself to get a myspace profile. it's friendster designed with unix. only uglier. and viewing a profile is like going to a college house party. the sort of house party where dave matthews is blaring from the speakers, drunk girls are doing boilermaker chug-a-lugs, and every conversation starts with 'what's your major?' annoyance.

express check out lanes: the lines are always 10 people deep. it takes more time to get out the store than via the conventional lane. and you inevitably are behind someone who can't grasp the 'express' concept and takes 20 minutes to scan a bottle of paprika and a package of watercress.

mtv: either i'm getting old(er) or mtv's programming is getting decidely stupider as times goes on. the few times i've watched their shows i swear i've felt my brain cells atomize. i will cop to watching "next" when it's on - but everything else sucks my asshole inside out.

x3: x-men united dvd commentary: hey brett ratner, when the two writers of the movies are doing commentary on why they wrote certain scenes, please shut the fuck up and let them finish their sentences.

and while you were no joel schumacher, you know fanboys hate you for fucking up the franchise. don't squander the opportunity to allow fans to know why scenes were written in a certain way because you need to talk over the writers. poor attemps to justify your dick size is always a bad move, hack.

the brush up

2006-10-04T01:21:00.000-05:00

on the train, coming home. worked late (very late), so seriously cranky.

at the stop that allows blue/red line transfers, the car i'm in gets flooded with people. a guy with a suitcase sits next to me. goatee. hairy arms. buzzed head. it's been humid the past couple of days: i get a vague whiff of (non-offensive) perspiration off him.

the moment he sits down - snap - i get a hard-on. like granite. my messenger bag is in my lap so i'm unfazed. i continue reading my book.

the train continues. i begin to have a hard time focusing on my book. the guy is so clearly in my nose. again, he doesn't smell funky or unwashed. just unquestionably male. out of the corner of my eye i find myself inspecting his forearms. they are slightly freckley and dusted with reddish blond hair

at one point, i glance over. no reaction. i contemplate 'brushing' my leg against his - but decide it's too pervy. i look over again - no reaction.

i shake it off, continue to read. but every so often i cut cut my eyes across. nothing. he hasn't shifted once in posture. he seems completely and absolutely oblivious.

a few stops later, he grabs his suitcase and gets off. i glance up at him, keeping my face neutral.

he looks dead at me and smiles widely. i wink.

he heads to the door, i look back down at my book but train my eyes to see what he does next. as he exits, he turns around to stare. i smile (no teeth).

he heads outside. as he passes the window where i'm most visible he waves. i nod and smile (still no teeth).

i continue on my way home.

the gift that kept on givin'

2006-09-30T01:37:00.000-05:00

i turned 30 last week. got some awesome gifts. had a cool party. overall, it was a grand ol' time.

i also ended up with a nine inch uncut dick in my mouth as i fucked one of the tightest (and hairiest) asses i've ever had the pleasure of plugging.

as a present to myself, i gave myself the 'gift' of a threeway.

i don't do 3-ways very often. my experience with Couple #1 killed any eagerness i had in pursuing it on regular basis. and aside from the sex, ties (me up) and videotape sessions with Couple #2, i've been very reluctant when propositioned by couples. navigating a 3-way, particularly with a couple, can be awkward at best and awful at worst.

i met Couple #3 on Manhunt. i nearly turned them down flat. their profile seemed uninspired and their pictures were unflattering due to the double-punch combo of bad lighting & poor angles.

but in the course of the conversation they begin to win me over. i usually like my fucks to be rough around the edges in their approach - someone who will be crass about how badly he needs it turns my crank. if he's all 'i need to get my whole plugged right now.' - is guaranteed to get a faster response than a dude who is reserved. because if they're crass in their approach - they will (usually) be an even dirtier slut in bed. (although i have definitely been wrong on a few occassions).

Couple #3 were insistent, and there was something particularly urbane about said insistence. so despite the bad pictures i decided to meet them. we agreed that if neither party was feeling the vibe we would cut it short. so i go to their place.

imagine my surprise to see how misleading their pictures are.

they're both smoking hot. Gentleman 3A is Puerto Rican, late 30s, with a killer (and very hairy) muscle-bear body: he's all biceps, pecs and meaty thighs. Gentleman 3B is older (40s) and also fantastic looking. he's clearly germanic - with the milky skin and sharp but fleshy features german men are known for.

and how do i know he was germanic? that was due to his nine inches of UNcut dick. it had a mouthful of width and gerth. striated with veins. the type of dick that bottoms dream about. perfect.

but i'm getting ahead of myself.

we move into their bedroom. i spy a glass pipe on one of the side tables; they offer a hit (tina) and a tab of viagra.

now. before i move forward - i'm going to address the whole 'men who PnP are crazed sex/drug fiends'. i don't have an issue with guys who PnP. i've smoked tina to enhance sex play. not every time - but definitely every so often. and yes - there are ALOT of guy out there who have allowed PnP to totally fuck-up up their lives. if drug play is a factor in your sex play - make sure you regulate your shit. drugs + sex really test a person's understanding of his own responsibility and accountability. we all know what smoking tina can do (and if you smoke tina and don't know - i advise you find out). if you can manage it without becoming a crackhead - more power to you. if not - you need to address it asap. either way, know and understand the consequences. that may sound cliched - but it really is that simple. it's common sense, folks.

back to the sex.

after swallowing the viagra - i take a hit of tina. we pass the pipe another round and strip. i strip down to black low-cut briefs. Gentleman 3B is naked while 3A keeps his white jock on. 3A shotguns hits of tina into my mouth.

3B turns on a bareback video. their choice of video gives me high hopes. 3B's dick looks like a piece of marbleized candy; it's all shaft and veins with a mushroomed head sticking out from his foreskin.

at this point, the tina-high hits me. i'm sexually aggressive without tina - with tina...

the sex is un-fuckin-believable. i fuck 3A as 3B watches - stroking his own dick. i suck off 3B's meat while 3A sucks my dick. i eat out 3A's hairy hole as 3B watches. 3B and i double fuck 3A. as i fuck 3A in the tub, 3B pisses on us.

i'm sure you get the idea.

eventually, it's 4am (i came over at 7pm). we finally focus on cumming. 3B shoots first: i give him a good deep-throater - lubing his dick with lots of spit before he goes and fucks his boyfriend. i come second: shooting my load in 3A's ass - already sloppy with cum, spit and lube. 3A decides not to shoot - he's too tired after being stretched open by his boyfriend and jack-hammered by me. but all in all, an awesome session. there are smiles all around.

we have plans to hook up next week.

pix of me

2006-09-26T23:21:00.000-05:00

i wasn't going to post my picture at first - but what the hell...

as you can see, we went a little crazy with the magic marker in the second pic.

dvds killed the blogging star...

2006-09-23T00:44:00.000-05:00

i'm being cheeky. i don't consider myself a blogging star. that would be an incredibly presumptuous and asshole-ish thing to say even if it was true. which it isn't.

the reason why i've been gone is because my birthday was this week (more on that in a later post).

i hit the big three-oh. turning 30 is not that big a deal (for me, at least) - but it does make for some excellent gift receiving.

i was given - quite literally - one of the best birthday gifts i have ever received:

the dvd set of the full run of one of my favorite television shows. bar none, this show always rocks my socks. and with me being off from work today and monday - i'm utilizing that time to catch up on some old friends.

plus, i've also been using this time to play hulk: ultimate destruction like a gaming crackhead.

sex maniac i may be - but i can do the antisocial shut-in freakshow like nobody's business.

will be back soon.

a blowjob at steamworks

2006-09-17T06:13:00.000-05:00

i'm at steamworks. it's saturday night. 1am.

as a personal rule, i usually won't go friday/saturday/sunday. Especially after bar time. at that point, its all walking ego trips with their asses welded shut and their noses in the air. the way i see it, i shouldn't have to work that hard in a bathhouse. it's counterproductive.

but, tonight i had met a few friends out. by bar time, i was horny and wanted to work in a lay.

so...i'm taking a stroll 'round the perimeter. i had just finished my first lay (fucking some guy in one of the slings on the third floor), so i'm taking my time searching for the second.

i stop in the steam room. normally, i skip this area due to the nature of the room itself: too steamy, too hot, and i can never see properly. also the action is too clandestine; everyone is always in a corner where the steam is thickest.

but the first thing i see in entering is this hot black guy with an amazing body sitting on one of the benches near the door. he's sprawled on the bench, towel unfolded. he's smart; he positioned there on purpose so he would be the first thing seen when entering.

he's seriously cut and shredded. i have a pretty decent build - but this man's body is no joke. now, i'm not normally into overly muscled guys - but there is one thing i will make an exception for.

the dick, of course.

it's big and thick. veins are popped all over it. top though i may be, i love sucking a big dick like any other queer. and with this one...it's gonna almost require two hands to finish it off. i'm instantly hard just staring at it.

i drop my towel so he can see my hard-on. he smiles. you can tell he's used to this sort of reaction - i know that he knows his dick is the shit - but he's...gracious about it. and that gets me even harder.

we go at it. his muscles are solid. this man works out alot. as we tongue each other's mouth, i straddle him as if preparing to sit on it. i can feel the tip of his dick press up against my hole. he bucks his hips slighly, and he slides in just a little. sweat, condensation and pre-cum makes for some handy lube.

he asks me to stand up so he can turn me around to look at my ass. i won't lie - i have a bottom's ass. as one fuck buddy once told me, it's 'an ass that was meant to be fucked'. it's round and athletic - and despite my size (i'm 6'0) seems to fit perfectly in a man's hands. TRICK's hands are roaming all over it.

a few feet away, dudes are starting to gather round. you can tell they are wondering who is going to get fucked. with his dick outclassing mine by a clear two inches, i know the bets are on me. i sit down next to TRICK, and start feeling up his dick and balls. his balls are just the perfect size too - big without seeming 'jack and the beanstalk' (i.e., freakish) big.

ME: fyi, man. i don't get fucked.
TRICK: (smiles) you sure?
ME: (laughs) yeah. sorry for the mislead.

and honestly, i do feel bad. with me sitting on it - i gave him a green light. i'm usually much better with fielding that stuff. but his dick really got the best of me.

but i have to say - if i did get fucked - his would would be the one i would want to get fucked with.

TRICK: it's cool. what else you do?

i don't even bother with an answer. i get down on my knees. he's big - almost ten. and even better - totally hard. you know how some dudes with big ones can only get partially hard? not this fucker. it slides down my throat perfectly. it tastes as hard as his muscles.

sidebar: i'm good at giving blowjobs. i love to fuck - but i take special pride at sucking dick. some guys just see dick sucking as a throwaway skill: gateway sex play. not me. i try to make sure that if i'm sucking your dick - it will be one of the best blowjobs you've had. at least top ten

(i don't mean to sound like a braggert - i merely take pride in my work).

but back to me sucking this dude off. i work his shaft and balls. i tongue the area between his dick and his hole (he won't let me go any farther despite his having a rim-worthy ass). i work the dick's head - which is a thick dark-purple mushroom.

his hands are on my head, but he doesn't even bother guiding me now. although at times he will force me all the way down to swallow it whole.

i can feel every vein under my tongue. i can tell he's getting close, so i slow down. i look up at him as i do this - he smiles. i look around; a few guys are standing close - jerking off. one dude is sitting on the far end of the bench also jerking. i go back down on TRICK. i train my mouth to go up and down the shaft slowly - quickly pulling off each time. i leave a trail of saliva/pre-cum from my mouth to TRICK's dick. bench dude audibly groans. i go back to concentrating, using lots of my spit as lube. the times i do pull off - his dick is shining with it, strands sliding down the shaft.

something in TRICK's body language tells me he is about to pop. i pinpoint what's making him tense the most and keep doing that: the full-dick swallow - taking him entirely in my mouth. his body is slick with sweat; every muscle can be seen in sharp relief.

a minute later, he groans. and suddenly his dick is pulsing. hot cum blasts the inside of my mouth. big dick, big shooter - so he really fills my mouth up. i let it dribble out my mouth and slide down his dick as i continue working it. he shudders hard a few times and then finally, stops.

with the steam, i'm able to discreetly spit out his cum to the side (personal rule: until i've fucked around with someone a few times i don't swallow). he sees me do it, but seems cool.

we talk briefly. he makes a joke about fucking me later - we both laugh, knowing it won't happen.

i shower and head up to the second floor rooms to look for lay #3.

me so porny (me love you long time)

2006-09-14T20:21:00.000-05:00

while in nyc, i was (of course) horny and needed to pop one off. it was late at night, and with the next day being an early one - i was not in the mood to engage in the whole 'search & negotiate' bull required to get an out-of-town lay. so i decided to check out the hotel 'adult entertainment' list.

i discovered that the hotel (at least from the chain i stayed at) listed gay pornos with all the hetero porn. maybe i'm behind in this sort of thing, i guess i should expected it; nevertheless i was (pleasantly) surprised.

it was interesting to see falcon's 'drenched' right next to 'barbie's bangs her baseball buddies'. the unfortunate thing was that all the gay porn was by falcon or colt.

no offensive to falcon or colt (or the people who watch them), but...ZzzZzzz. the whole fully shaved body and/or boy-next-door muscle god aesthetic just does not do it for me. it's too pristine. too crisp. too....studio. i like my porn like i need my lays - with some grit, spit and body hair.

and yeah - i know the whole 'manicured' look turns a lot of guys' cranks. but you know what? i don't fuck around with those types of guys. so all it's all good in the neighborhood for everyone around.

i ended up jerking off to a hetero gang-bang instead which. at times, i can get into. for some reason, the guys in gang-bang hetero porn tend to look less polished than the typical porn guy (gay or straight). more rough around the edges. i can jerk off to that better.

but goddamn, i'd still take a guy from a dick wadd video any fucking day of the week. a little variety in the hotel porn list would be nice. not all gays like freshly shaved pubes. maybe i should have wrote that on the hotel suggestion card.

damn. i really need a dirty pig to fuck with.

gone, but not...

2006-09-10T11:21:00.000-05:00

i'm in NYC for work for most of this week. so no blogging from me until roughly this thursday/next weekend.

sad words, i know.

so don't bail on me (not yet, at least). i'll be back.

cheerio peeps,
libertine

edge of seventeen

2006-09-09T23:12:00.000-05:00

i've never had a straight guy.

correction. i had a straight guy within my grasp, but was too chickenshit to act on it. despite the fact that the door was wide open.

K1 and i were both sixteen and in the same biology class. i was a well-read (for a 16 y.o.) question mark to my peers. K1 was on the varsity football team and wrestling squad, but was somewhat of an outcast. where everyone else in our school listened to nirvana, pearl jam and stone temple pilots - he rocked out to motley crue. to the derision of many of our classmates, he openly talked about getting a tattoo; this, when tattoos were not in vogue.

we were both anomalies to our peers. and seeing that attribute in each other was why there was a mutual attraction.

K1 was, at best, pleasant looking in a very unremarkable way. he was at the indetermined line between blond and brunette - and had a frequent case of severe bed-head. his blue eyes were neither storm-filled nor sunny; they were always perpetually overcast.

but the thing one noticed immediately about K1 was his body. training for football and wrestling had given him a man's body instead of a seventeen years old. he was all long, lean definition and ice-blue veins.

one day after classes, we were at his home, engaged in the typical teenage boy habit of 'doing nothing'. inexplicably, he asked me if i want to watch a porn. after a comically pregnant pause, i say yes.

it turns out to be straight porn. but when you are 16 - and the only dick you've seen is your own - beggars certainly aren't choosers.

inevitably as we watch the porn, the conversation turns to sex. during this discussion, i admit that i am 'interested' in guys. looking back on it - i realize how daring that confession was, considering how things could have gone. even more amazing, K1 admits to messing around with guys in the past. ever the nosy slut even when i was a scaredy-cat virgin, i slyly pry for info - but he won't budge.

we recline on the floor, watching a woman get vigorously fucked by her male co-star. i can't decide if K1 becomes more attentive when there are close-ups of the guy's dick, or if its wishful thinking.

and as all this occurs, another inexplicable event transpires: we begin to wrestle.

reflecting on this, its safe to assume that K1 was testing the waters. regrettably, i was too chickenshit to think straight. (pun not intended).

after 30 minutes we finally stop. K1 looks how i certainly feel - slightly winded and horny as fuck. i excuse myself to drive home. i don't realize i'm speeding till i bring my car to a halt nearly halfway across our front yard.

amazingly the exact same thing happens the next day. and the next. and soon a routine emerges: we put on a straight porn and then wrestle. a few times, we come very close to making out as we 'struggle' with each other. but as suddenly as it started - it stops. no rhyme or reason or incident to trigger it. we simply just stop.

there wasn't the expected cliche one would expect with such an encounter; the dynamics within our friendship remained the same. it seemed we had come to a silent mutual agreement and the opportunity to for us to act had, quite simply, passed.

eventually, we begin to move in different directions academically and socially. i was a tightly wound over-achiever who saw a.p. classes as a means to get into college (and the hell out of dodge) post-hasty; K1 was a minimally motivated introvert who was more interested in learning how to repair cars and getting an F150. but, despite being in a high school weaned on '90210' social/class divisions, we still managed to maintain our friendship. at one point, i even met his girlfriend.

so it was a kick in the chest when he told me he and his family were moving away right after our junior term was to end.

in the last weeks leading up to the end of term, the school received our annual yearbooks. K1 gave me a small picture of himself. he was in his football uniform, his characteristic non-smile firmly in place. but the back of the picture was the true surprise; it was filled with his scratchy penmenship explaining how much our friendship meant to him and how we wished we had hung out more.

he and his family moved a few weeks later.

we didn't talk again to nearly a year later. we discussed our post-high school life plans. i was aimed, like a strung longbow, towards college. he was focused on starting his mechanic and repair classes at a nearby community college.

i told him of my coming out to everyone (sans the parentals). he talked about how he and his girlfriend discussed living together. plans to meet were made - and we both were earnest and focused on making it happen. we concluded the call promising to follow-up in two weeks.

after that call, we never talked or saw each other again. at the risk of sounding wistful, i think life - and not a desire to avoid the other - just got in our way.

out of curiosity, i goggled K1 not too long ago. just to see. he still lives in wisconsin - and in an (even smaller) town that his family moved to. and he's still with his girlfriend.

although now she's his wife.

looking back, i think it was better we didn't mess around. i certainly wanted him sexually - but i wasn't as savvy about such matters as i am now. at that point, i was all fresh baked cookies and powdered sugar when it came to guys, sex and my emotions and i most definitely would have confused sex with emotions and screwed everything up. and as taciturn as he was at times, who knows what he made of it.

so, in the long run, it was probably for the best.

porn, ppv and pb&j

2006-09-08T00:42:00.000-05:00

i'm usually not one to brag (publicly), but i looked pretty damn fantastic today.

chocolate colored oxford - athletic cut. brown steve madden slip ons. but the coup that solidified it all was the pair of denim i recently acquired. the particular label just released an 'unwashed' line. the color was a rich indigo with some cool looking contrast stitching. but the best part? they were also fitted low riders - which cupped my ass brilliantly.

you know when you wear something that speaks for you? you don't even need to utter a single word while you wear the item - it just brings out a previously untapped level of 'fuck me' appeal? that's what these jeans were doing. and you know what they said? (i know you want to know).

'i'm a hardcore top and i'll make you my bitch. but if you think you can tame this - it's all yours, baby.'

the last time i was so blatantly checked out in regular intervals, i was wearing considerably less clothing.

recognize.

in other news...i have no news. i've written plenty enough the past few days - but nothing that is currently worth posting. work always hijacks my writing ability; i've noticed i fare better on the weekend when i can focus all of my energy on sex.

the only worthwhile output i've had this week is popping out a few watching a vid on machofucker - which is now, without a doubt, my number one go-to for interracial bareback porn. usually, I'm a fan of ppv rather than a 'company' site. with ppv, i feel like i get more jack for my buck. i can jump around from a dawson gangbang to will west's dick having some quality 1:1 time with someone's twitching hole. all that - within the click of a mouse.

(technology & porn is like a warm pb&j sandwich. simply awesome.)

however, watching 'giulio' pound the shit out of 'lucas' was truly a heartwarming sight. i love it when a jackrabbit fuck is done just right; which is, in my mind, an undervalued and unappreciated skill-set.

jake shears can diddle my skittle

2006-09-06T00:50:00.000-05:00

lately, i find myself lusting after jake shears. this is something that occurs at least three times a day.

i feel like this is such an obvious thing to admit. cliched. who doesn't think jake shears is a first-class sex bomb? it's like saying, 'oh, look. the sky is blue'.

i mean, cum on. that boy is asking to be fucked by me.

i usually shy away from the slightly androgynous glam rocker types. their insufferableness tend to be at a magnitude that is nothing short of galactic. but this boy screams sex. blistering sex. bad, dirty sex.

i imagine us in a seedy motel. bedsheets flung off. a lamp shade askew on the post. a table tipped over, perhaps one of its legs is broken.

the hotel room smells of semen and cigarettes. i'm wearing a white tee - it's damp against my skin and there are several rents in it. one sleeve is ripped completely off. his face is beaded with perspiration - locked in a rictus of ecstasy. his shirt? tatters.

we are both naked from the waist down, crouched over the bed - a full length mirror propped directly at its foot. my ass hovers over his.

thrusting.

a fantasy, of course. i have a greater chance of winning the 100 million lottery (all based on random numbers) while sidestepping a lightning strike that hits the convenience store. twice.

it's not going to happen.

the eleventh commandment

2006-09-05T22:42:00.000-05:00

"my god is a god who wants me to have things. he wants me to bling!...the god i serve says, 'mary, you need to be the hottest thing this year, and i'm gonna make sure you're doing that.' my god is the bomb!"

- mary j. blige, us weekly

i don't even believe (the christian version) of god exists, yet this is now my new reasoning for buying things without guilt. if i want to buy an article of clothing that is unreasonably expensive, i will simply tell myself that god wants me to have them.

really, it's for the greater good of mankind.

bound + determined

2006-09-04T00:34:00.000-05:00

when tricking, i used to only have two essential questions. they were:
1. how big is your dick?
2. do you like to get fucked?

as time progressed, i found myself adding

3. do you have a sling?
4. what kind of kink do you do?

i know. a trick question and mightily unfair to have it so open ended. but i had learned quickly that being too specific could scare off those who could be eased into something. or worse, attracting someone who would exaggerate just to close the deal.

considering my limited options in wisconsin, chicago was a kink smorgasbord. in wisconsin, i only had Spike (more on him in a bit) to really explore my kinked side. in chicago, 3 out of 8 guys were basically Spike Redux.

plus, looking fresh-scrubbed and wholesome (a misconception i deliberately encouraged) usually helped in drawing in those intrigued with the possibility of 'corrupting' me.

however, at times it would backfire. there was always a dude who would take a pass. the explanation being that i seemed too straight-edge for their tastes.

it's never a good thing, having to taste my own medicine.

if only they knew of my boots and yellow jock. my deftness in wielding a riding crop (papi spank!). my desire to be a treasure island media exclusive.

my foray into kink started when I was still in wisconsin. Couple #2 had, what I affectionately called, a 'playsement'. they had converted the entire basement of their home into a full fledged Hellfire Club-level dungeon.

you name it - they had it. if your imagination is running wild at this point - it is safe to assume they did indeed have what you just thought of.

i called it Lick-My-Boot Camp (har...har?) - and i spent some very educational sessions with them learning the basics of kink sex ("Oh, so *this* is how to use a Cat-A-Nine-Tails...").

but after awhile, one of the gents became too insistent. already wary of playing with couples in ongoing formats (due to experiences with Couple #1 from a few years back), I broke off communications.

then, right before i moved to chicago, i meet Spike. and i became his 'boy'. every sunday, Spike would bring his accoutrement to my flat. and even though i was still a functioning top - i was still spike's bitch.

watersports. spanking. restraints. dom/sub play.

barebacking.

yeah, i said it. and yeah - it was hot as it sounds.

i'm a pantyhead

2006-09-03T10:45:00.000-05:00

i need to start researching my info better.

apparently, calling myself a 'sexual provocateur' is not the most clever thing, since it really means a 'narc'.

ugh. i even was prepping a post on why i chose 'provocateur' over 'libertine'. all high-brown and so very earnest.

so not just not sexy - but flat out ignorant.

idiot.

a good reminder to always wiki my shit and to always stick to what i know.

sex & the (new) city

2006-09-02T00:33:00.000-05:00

sex is 'mental metamucil' for me. my brain gets constipated if i don't fuck regularly. i even make the 'i'm constipated face' if i have not placed my dick in something that is not my hand. the constipated face? very unsightly.

the first day i moved to chicago, i ended up fucking a dude in an adult bookstore.

at that point in my life, it was time for me to get out of wisconsin post-hasty. during this period, my regular sex dates didn't fit into my moving plans. so by the time i rolled into chicago on a friday night, i was ready to pop.

i went to the (now closed) Manhole. it was a vaguely leather bar every night except friday, which then turned into a visual/aural assault of whitney houston remixes and herb ritts second-stringers. every guy was waxed, buffed, and upholstered in diesel jeans. not usually my type, but i was ready to cut corners this time.

the man in question hit all the right notes: leanly compact, buzzed head, dark brown eyes. hairy and dark. and all fuck-me-use-me-abuse-me attitude.

we cruised each other relentlessly. he and i, like everyone else in the club, had their shirts off. usually, i refuse to take my shirt off. i have a nice body - and i certainly like to see a nice body. but there's something flagrant about removing one's shirt. it's usaually a turn off.

but that night a vodka tonic and a vicodin whispered into my ear. ever being easily influenced by reliable friends - i listened.

we circled each other until the closing time. even with the "reality lights" come on he still turns my crank. we're both sweating and reeking of endorphins.

ME: we can't go to my place. i'm staying with a friend.
HIM: can't be my place either. off-limits right now.
ME: boyfriend?
HIM: yeah.
ME: he know?
HIM: "don't ask don't tell" policy. that changes things?

if i don't know the S/O, i could give a fuck (pun intended). the only thing i'm thinking about is that now knowing there is a S/O - it will be a slamBAMthankyouSIR session and not a go-the-distance-for-a-few-hours.

we go to a 24-hour bookstore. since it's after bar-time, the pace has picked up. it’s as seedy as one would imagine, which i totally dig. he pulls me into a stall, pops a few coins to start the porn, and we start at it.

the stall is approximately the size of a broom closet. now, i've fucked guys in public places before - but i've never done a bookstore. the concept always seemed so 1974 - i could easily imagine rock hudson or tony randall strolling in. plus, i keep thinking we will get busted. but the dude is efficient. he clearly has done this (and in this bookstore) before. his ease relaxes me; i’m hard within seconds. aside from being a good "host", he also quickly shows himself to be an expert dicksucker. yay.

we're rough with each other. spit-slicked dicks bunted into faces - the cramped griminess of the surroundings - make it a much hotter scene than I would have anticipated.

it's time to fuck. i bend him over, one leg propped on the chair in the stall. his ass is perfect; thick with muscle, hairy. it's a man's ass - he's clearly no twink or 'boi'. but there's one problem.

"i don't got lube, man" i tell him.
he tosses a look over his shoulder; he wants my dick real bad. "it's cool. just use spit. i don't mind."

i'm skeptical - i tell him so. he proves me wrong. he turns and gets on his knees. this time the blow job is especially sloppy. strings of saliva connect from my dick to his mouth each time he pulls away. then he gets back into position.

"yeah, i'm sure," he tosses over his shoulder.

i shift into high(er) gear. the entire moment was perfect; arrogant aggressive bottom boys are like no other fucks. he knows he owns the moment too; he flexes his ass slightly.

after applying my own coat of spit - and eating his ass out for an added benefit - i fuck him mercilessly. he whimpers and begs - for more. i deliver to his request.

we finish. exit the stall. there is, like, a crowd milling around our door. dude doesn't seem amused, he pushes through the crowd. i take my time, give the "eye" to a few; silently telling them "remember this face. you, too, can get a ticket to this show at a later date".

outside we face each other. exchange a few pleasantries - both eager to get to our respective homes. we exchange numbers. he hints at doing this again - but with his BF. i vaguely concur - but am already losing interest.

by the next day, i forget where i last left it.

things you can tell just by looking @ him

2006-09-01T01:05:00.000-05:00

i am a sex maniac.

i love sex - at times, i crave it. an urgency that fires up in the synapses - and eventually makes it way downtown. since losing my cherry 12 years ago, sex has played a significant part in my worldview.

the term 'sex addict' was lobbed at me once. a term that i feel, for me, is not accurate. close to the mark, perhaps, but not accurate. i won't neglect other areas of my life for a good lay - but i will consider doing some rearranging if the session is promising enough. 'functioning sex fiend' is probably a more accurate description of my life and behavior.

i've done 1:1, threeways, sex parties, and bathhouses. i've watched, been watched, was filmed and have had pictures taken.

i enjoy all the usual staples: fucking, sucking, rimming, assplay, hand jobs. 69ing, though? zzZZzzz. the mere suggestion is grounds for immediate disqualification. do not pass go and go directly to jail. no parole. severe? absolutely - but a guy's gotta have limits.

i also enjoy what could be considered 'calamari' on the menu of sex acts - acts that are an acquired taste. acts that a man definitely needs a sophisticated palete for.

("why yes, B2, i will take a piss on your chest."). i think you get the idea.

i'm reasonably good-looking: tall, masculine looking, a fairly disciplined build. not drop-dead gorgeous - but i have enough physical 'pluses' to make getting laid (fairly) easy.

i have a big dick, too. that always helps.

dick size aside, i don't look like a fiend. when one hears the phrase, sex maniac, one thinks of cheap cologne, gold necklaces and (untrimmed) chest hair. someone with the name of "Herb" or "Bruce". i don't come remotely close to those trappings.

i look wholesome. vaguely mid-westerny. my physical appearance conjures up images of thanksgiving dinner and picnics in the park. an extra from a gap commercial.

but visual expectation aside, i am a nice guy. i strive to be considerate, thoughful and creative to my partner(s) in the sack. i may make a dude choke on my dick - but it's always because he wants to.

aside from the dreaded 69-ing, i get off knowing that the dude i'm with is not only getting off - but really is enjoying his own journey in getting there. otherwise, the whole "fucking around" part? is pointless.

but i'm digressing. these are my stories.

hope you enjoy.