Saturday, April 6, 2013
Three, just the start
His name was Michael
He was Mexican and Catholic and had the tattoos to match; he was absolutely beautiful to me. Michael stood five foot nine, with a little belly, great ink and an incredibly big ass which I love.
“I surrender”,
There is real compassion and understanding in acceptance of where one is in life – where I am now, is not necessarily, where I will wind up. However, where you are going has grounding in where you came from and the journey ensued.
“I surrender”, I whispered softly in his ear as his cheek brushed against mine. My arms pinned overhead and sweat running down my back as his heart beat through his chest in rhythm with mine. Slowly, I could feel his body shift as he gently kissed the nape of my neck, grabbing firmly onto my wrists and holding me down.
I felt like a picture on the cover of one of those cheap romance novels, bodies entwined across a hay bale, some erotic setting with the wind gently blowing and everything frozen in slow motion.
“I’m not for sale”,
“I’m not for sale”, I said as the car rolled up and this clean cut banana republic looking guy leaned over his girlfriend’s lap and said, “you looking for a good time?” I smirked and kept walking as I heard the sound of his tires squeal away mixed with the laughter of his girlfriend’s drunken giggles at 2:30 in the morning. I was awake, I was aware and apparently I looked like a bisexual hustler walking down the streets of Hillcrest at that not-so-timid hour of the morning.
I couldn’t sleep so I snuck out of bed and went for a walk. I felt indifferent and amused all at the same time. This is not where I wanted to be and I was starting to really think I was lost. I mean I knew what I was doing there; I was the one who moved there – packed up and relocated without a care in the world, even found an apartment before I found a job. Lonely as shit, no matter how many men I slept with, no matter how hot the sex was, or how dirty – just the way I liked it. Jeff was right, it turned into an addiction that I would soon have my fill of and grow weary. So it wasn’t as though I was proving something to myself, yeah if I really wanted it I could go out and get it – score, big deal, what does it all add up to = emptiness, distraction and resentment.
I’ve truly come to learn and firmly believe that happy, positive, fun and lively people attract the same, but you do have to kiss a lot of frogs to find a prince – I just don’t know that I am looking for a prince. At one time I thought I was, but now…….I want what’s best for me, I want to be a little selfish with my own life and nourish my own soul. For he who goes off blindly without grounding of reality, fills himself with excess, to the point of not knowing who he is or what he really needed to fill himself with in the first place – though if I start by nourishing myself, it most certainly does attract those with an appetite for life, love and living and that’s what I crave!
"Find a purpose in life, don't allow your preoccupation with men, nice as they may be, to be your reason for being" - Mike
I couldn’t sleep so I snuck out of bed and went for a walk. I felt indifferent and amused all at the same time. This is not where I wanted to be and I was starting to really think I was lost. I mean I knew what I was doing there; I was the one who moved there – packed up and relocated without a care in the world, even found an apartment before I found a job. Lonely as shit, no matter how many men I slept with, no matter how hot the sex was, or how dirty – just the way I liked it. Jeff was right, it turned into an addiction that I would soon have my fill of and grow weary. So it wasn’t as though I was proving something to myself, yeah if I really wanted it I could go out and get it – score, big deal, what does it all add up to = emptiness, distraction and resentment.
I’ve truly come to learn and firmly believe that happy, positive, fun and lively people attract the same, but you do have to kiss a lot of frogs to find a prince – I just don’t know that I am looking for a prince. At one time I thought I was, but now…….I want what’s best for me, I want to be a little selfish with my own life and nourish my own soul. For he who goes off blindly without grounding of reality, fills himself with excess, to the point of not knowing who he is or what he really needed to fill himself with in the first place – though if I start by nourishing myself, it most certainly does attract those with an appetite for life, love and living and that’s what I crave!
"Find a purpose in life, don't allow your preoccupation with men, nice as they may be, to be your reason for being" - Mike
Friday, January 1, 2010
SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION PART 1
I was feeling somewhat blue over a recent break up. I was working out in Walnut Creek and sweating my ass off on the BART ride home every night. I caught a seat in the last car, way in the back, because we all know that is where the show and tell is. Right behind me on walks this thick, beautiful handsome man and sits down in the adjacent seat. I got an instant boner and was horned up enough to see if he would notice, and he did.
We spent the next couple of stops stroking the outlines of our dicks and I was about ready to explode. We arrived at my stop so I got up and walked slowly off the train. I stopped in the doorway and turned to look back with a smile. He was up and out the door after me. I walked slowly through the train station and down to the men’s bathroom with him following a couple steps behind.
I walked in and left the door unlocked. I whipped out my dick and kicked up the toilet seat to take a leak, no modesty involved. He came in, locked the door behind and came over to piss in the same pot. We shook off as I reached my arm around his waist and pulled him in for a kiss. He had the best set of lips I have ever kissed full, soft moist and firm. We kissed slowly and deeply with just the right amount of tongue and an overabundance of passion – I could taste it. We both got rock hard from making out, our cocks pushing against each other as we did. Wrapped in each other’s arms with dicks hanging out. I pushed him up against the wall and ran my hands down his waist and over his thick meaty ass – damn it was the best ass I have ever felt. Sweat running down our backs and pre-cum oozing out of our cocks drove me crazy and I just couldn’t resist any more so I grabbed a handful of his dick and dropped to my knees. Damn he was a big boy, I could barely get my mouth around it, but he tasted so damn good there was no way I was going to give up
We spent the next couple of stops stroking the outlines of our dicks and I was about ready to explode. We arrived at my stop so I got up and walked slowly off the train. I stopped in the doorway and turned to look back with a smile. He was up and out the door after me. I walked slowly through the train station and down to the men’s bathroom with him following a couple steps behind.
I walked in and left the door unlocked. I whipped out my dick and kicked up the toilet seat to take a leak, no modesty involved. He came in, locked the door behind and came over to piss in the same pot. We shook off as I reached my arm around his waist and pulled him in for a kiss. He had the best set of lips I have ever kissed full, soft moist and firm. We kissed slowly and deeply with just the right amount of tongue and an overabundance of passion – I could taste it. We both got rock hard from making out, our cocks pushing against each other as we did. Wrapped in each other’s arms with dicks hanging out. I pushed him up against the wall and ran my hands down his waist and over his thick meaty ass – damn it was the best ass I have ever felt. Sweat running down our backs and pre-cum oozing out of our cocks drove me crazy and I just couldn’t resist any more so I grabbed a handful of his dick and dropped to my knees. Damn he was a big boy, I could barely get my mouth around it, but he tasted so damn good there was no way I was going to give up
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Vampire
I felt it again last night, when I left the house headed for the park. As I got out of my truck, I felt a cold nip in the air and heard the wind howling through the trees. The sun had gone down by this point and all I could make out were shadows coming in and out of focus in the darkness. The only visible lights were from the warehouse next door across the railroad tracks. The lights were so bright they were blinding. Periodically cars drove by and their lights cut the night like a knife through butter. I remembered what it was like for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Shadows, upon shadows of darkness, with branches and bushes jumping out at you when the wind blown through. At first, you think you see a figure moving towards you and it turns out to be a branch and not some hot young guy hiding under his hood. Others pop up just a few feet in front of you, startled at first, but my eyes peer through as if to cut them down with my stare before they can harm me. I am the predator and they are the prey.
It starts to come back to me, no matter how long I’ve been away; I’ll always remember the hunt. I’ll always remember what it feels like to be on the hunt. There’s power in solitude and refinement in the kill, all you have to do is let it happen. Give yourself over to it, admit you want it and are capable of going after it.
It starts to come back to me, no matter how long I’ve been away; I’ll always remember the hunt. I’ll always remember what it feels like to be on the hunt. There’s power in solitude and refinement in the kill, all you have to do is let it happen. Give yourself over to it, admit you want it and are capable of going after it.
Make Out and Blow Job Session
One of the local bars was having a bear night and they had a dark room in the basement that opened up around midnight – San Francisco still has a couple of these left over from the 60’s. So I pay my cover and make my way past the hordes of bearded and plaid-clad men lining the walls, with the thump, thump, thump of the music vibrating overhead. You can always feel their eyes following you as you walk through the joint, like a bunch of hyenas assessing their prey.
I pushed my way through the meat locker and found my way down to the basement, just in time cause they were turning off the lights. My eyes adjust to the dark as streaks of light stream out from the men’s room. Silhouettes come into focus of all shapes and sizes of men grabbing their dicks and rubbing their denim packages, I’m in the right place. Guys start to pair up off into the corners; multiple mounds of man flesh become one. Belt buckles clanking, t-shirts being pulled up over their heads and 6’ tall men now dropping to their knees. There was heavy breathing, panting, slurping, moaning and sweating with the ripe smell of man scent in the air, floating all around that dank dark basement. Tall, short, big, small, hairy, smooth and you never know who will be attracted to whom – I couldn’t call it if I tried. Everybody was moving around the room, repositioning to get a better look at the action in the shadows and sometimes joining in, hands and arms coming out of the darkness to invite you into the circle.
It was about an hour that went by and I wasn’t getting any play, same old story. What I liked, wasn’t interested in me and what was interested in me, I wasn’t. Shit even at 40 you get a bit self-conscious. So I look at all the different guys dry humping and burying their faces into each other crotches and I thought for a moment, am I too pretty? Cause there was a definite dirty, raunchy and the harrier the better vibe – no judgment, but I thought I was out of my weight class. I had been watching this short, tight muscular guy move around the room. Hands grabbing at him as he kindly pushed them away. Cute, compact and a little thick, plus he was around my age – hard to find. He had been doing this for about 30 minutes and I thought he was definitely not interested, damn was I wrong. Next thing you know he’s standing next to me and we’re coyly swapping stolen glances like a couple of teenage guys in the locker room. I smile and finally he stands right in front of me, all 5’ 7” of him and the first thing he does is kiss me. Nearly knocked me off my fucking feet; soft, wet and gentle kisses full on the lips with just enough tongue. I reached my left arm around and placed it on the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. There is nothing like a good kisser to help lose one’s self in ecstasy. He clamped on and folded right into my body, our arms wrapped around each other. Our mouths locked together, sloppy, wet and lost in each other. My hands reaching around to cradle the small of his back, he’s small enough for me to physically pick up and set right on top of my dick. That small tight ass spread apart, throbbing for my dick, as I walk him over to the wall and bang him up against it – if only, one thing at a time. His jock pushing against mine as he reaches down to feel me up, good hands another couple moments and he freed my dick from its confines. He’s got a nice dick too, thick and swelling as he pushes my shirt up and our cocks are rubbing against each other in between our bellies as we press ourselves together while making out. I’m drenched, sweating like a pig, but damn he kisses good and he feels great in my arms.
He keeps playing with our dicks, jacking them back and forth, getting both of us rock hard and then he bends over puts my cock in his mouth. Warm, soft and wet and he starts pushing his lips up and down the shaft, oooohhhhh now I’m gently moaning and...
I pushed my way through the meat locker and found my way down to the basement, just in time cause they were turning off the lights. My eyes adjust to the dark as streaks of light stream out from the men’s room. Silhouettes come into focus of all shapes and sizes of men grabbing their dicks and rubbing their denim packages, I’m in the right place. Guys start to pair up off into the corners; multiple mounds of man flesh become one. Belt buckles clanking, t-shirts being pulled up over their heads and 6’ tall men now dropping to their knees. There was heavy breathing, panting, slurping, moaning and sweating with the ripe smell of man scent in the air, floating all around that dank dark basement. Tall, short, big, small, hairy, smooth and you never know who will be attracted to whom – I couldn’t call it if I tried. Everybody was moving around the room, repositioning to get a better look at the action in the shadows and sometimes joining in, hands and arms coming out of the darkness to invite you into the circle.
It was about an hour that went by and I wasn’t getting any play, same old story. What I liked, wasn’t interested in me and what was interested in me, I wasn’t. Shit even at 40 you get a bit self-conscious. So I look at all the different guys dry humping and burying their faces into each other crotches and I thought for a moment, am I too pretty? Cause there was a definite dirty, raunchy and the harrier the better vibe – no judgment, but I thought I was out of my weight class. I had been watching this short, tight muscular guy move around the room. Hands grabbing at him as he kindly pushed them away. Cute, compact and a little thick, plus he was around my age – hard to find. He had been doing this for about 30 minutes and I thought he was definitely not interested, damn was I wrong. Next thing you know he’s standing next to me and we’re coyly swapping stolen glances like a couple of teenage guys in the locker room. I smile and finally he stands right in front of me, all 5’ 7” of him and the first thing he does is kiss me. Nearly knocked me off my fucking feet; soft, wet and gentle kisses full on the lips with just enough tongue. I reached my left arm around and placed it on the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. There is nothing like a good kisser to help lose one’s self in ecstasy. He clamped on and folded right into my body, our arms wrapped around each other. Our mouths locked together, sloppy, wet and lost in each other. My hands reaching around to cradle the small of his back, he’s small enough for me to physically pick up and set right on top of my dick. That small tight ass spread apart, throbbing for my dick, as I walk him over to the wall and bang him up against it – if only, one thing at a time. His jock pushing against mine as he reaches down to feel me up, good hands another couple moments and he freed my dick from its confines. He’s got a nice dick too, thick and swelling as he pushes my shirt up and our cocks are rubbing against each other in between our bellies as we press ourselves together while making out. I’m drenched, sweating like a pig, but damn he kisses good and he feels great in my arms.
He keeps playing with our dicks, jacking them back and forth, getting both of us rock hard and then he bends over puts my cock in his mouth. Warm, soft and wet and he starts pushing his lips up and down the shaft, oooohhhhh now I’m gently moaning and...
Monday, November 10, 2008
you're my hero
It was Saturday afternoon and I wanted to get my dick sucked, so I went to the My Place Bar. A dark and seedy throwback to the late 60’s with cage mesh on the walls, a large trough in the open-air men’s room and a reputation as a great place for a beer and a blowjob. Full-on porn on the televisions, pool table in back and usually jam-packed with bikers, construction workers and the like.
I grabbed a cold Corona and headed towards the back wall past the pinball machines, prime cocksucker territory next to the men’s room, which has no door so you can see guys taking a leak in the trough. I leaned back against the wall, pulled my baseball hat down, took a swig of my cold beer and adjusted my full denim package for all to see. Minutes later a taught young Latino guy with the look of uncertainty in his big brown eyes walked up and I had a bite.
He had to be in his early 20’s, baby face and real pretty. He leaned up against the wall next to me and I got up, positioned myself in front of him and said, ‘hi, how you doing’. ‘Good’, he replied, ‘I’m here with friends’ and I smiled. He looked around and then put his hands on my package. I pushed into him and put one hand up on the wall by his head and said, ‘you have a beautiful face’. I leaned in and nuzzled his neck, ran my goatee across his chin and let my nose touch his. I felt his arms curl around my waist and pull me in tighter. I finished my beer and set t he bottle down so I could use both hands. He was about my height, a little shorter, wearing a baggy track suit. I looked deep into those puppy dog eyes and dove in, kissing his neck, pressing my body against his, pinning him up on the wall, putting my hands around his back, dipping behind that waistband to feel that full round ass – I like a good round ass! My hands running up his sides, moving around to the small of his back pulling his body in closer as I smell his fresh young scent. He kisses soft, gentle and wet, my dick rock hard as his hands find their way into my pants. He unzips me, pulls out my cock and drops to his knees. Sweet Jesus he likes dick, savoring it slowly like a new toy, gently taking the full length of it into his mouth so he can feel every moment of it. One hand braced against the wall, the other wrapped gently around the back of his neck, like a prisoner protecting his food from awaiting vultures. He starts to pick up motion, now with both hands on my waist, down on his knees praying to the phallic god serving up his offering – he sucked! No way was I going to blow while he was enjoying the exploration of my cock with his mouth. This went on for about an hour when he finally came up, wiped off his mouth with his sleeve and said,’ I need to go find my friend’.
I got another beer and had to take a piss. So I’m shaking off the excess and this skater-tweaker walks in and takes a hold of my dick. I turn around, my back to the trough now, smile at him and he goes to town. He drops to his knees in the middle of the bathroom and devours the entirety of me; full tight lips, slowly edging the full length of my pole until he could bury his face deep into my crotch as my cock bounced off the back of his throat (you how it feels when you get it that way – heaven, from an expert cocksucker). To my right, this stocky Latino guy in baggy jeans, walks in and eyes me getting head from this guy, I smile and nod in his direction. He walks right over, puts his arm around me kisses me firmly with his big DSL lips, and this boy could kiss. So now I’ve been at this for about another hour and the young guy in the track suit walks candidly by in front of me. I put my arm on his shoulder and pull him over to the left side of me. You just got to go with it; same guy on his knees working my shaft into the depths of his throat and one on each side of me as I take turns making out with one, while the other suckles on my nipples. Another half hour or more, not sure at this point, goes by and now both Latino guys are now each on a nipple and a burly big ol’ bear worked his way next to me to take an old long haul piss, he shakes, finishes and wedges himself behind me so I can lay back against his scruffy chest as I am getting my dick and both nipples sucked on. The whole time there has been this pair of eyes, in a sea of spectators, focused on me and this young cub with a goatee and glasses leans in next to my face and whispers, ‘you’re my hero’. I smiled and shrugged, what was I going to do, say no? Oh fuck, the cocksucker was about to hit oil, pump, suck, tug, ‘I’m gonna cum’ and my legs buckled as he buried his forehead hard against my stomach as I blew down his hungry throat, he slurped up every drop. As the guys steadied me, shock waves flowed through every part of my body. I pulled up my jeans and stumbled away buckling my belt, trying to regain consciousness with a cockeyed smile on my face.
I grabbed a cold Corona and headed towards the back wall past the pinball machines, prime cocksucker territory next to the men’s room, which has no door so you can see guys taking a leak in the trough. I leaned back against the wall, pulled my baseball hat down, took a swig of my cold beer and adjusted my full denim package for all to see. Minutes later a taught young Latino guy with the look of uncertainty in his big brown eyes walked up and I had a bite.
He had to be in his early 20’s, baby face and real pretty. He leaned up against the wall next to me and I got up, positioned myself in front of him and said, ‘hi, how you doing’. ‘Good’, he replied, ‘I’m here with friends’ and I smiled. He looked around and then put his hands on my package. I pushed into him and put one hand up on the wall by his head and said, ‘you have a beautiful face’. I leaned in and nuzzled his neck, ran my goatee across his chin and let my nose touch his. I felt his arms curl around my waist and pull me in tighter. I finished my beer and set t he bottle down so I could use both hands. He was about my height, a little shorter, wearing a baggy track suit. I looked deep into those puppy dog eyes and dove in, kissing his neck, pressing my body against his, pinning him up on the wall, putting my hands around his back, dipping behind that waistband to feel that full round ass – I like a good round ass! My hands running up his sides, moving around to the small of his back pulling his body in closer as I smell his fresh young scent. He kisses soft, gentle and wet, my dick rock hard as his hands find their way into my pants. He unzips me, pulls out my cock and drops to his knees. Sweet Jesus he likes dick, savoring it slowly like a new toy, gently taking the full length of it into his mouth so he can feel every moment of it. One hand braced against the wall, the other wrapped gently around the back of his neck, like a prisoner protecting his food from awaiting vultures. He starts to pick up motion, now with both hands on my waist, down on his knees praying to the phallic god serving up his offering – he sucked! No way was I going to blow while he was enjoying the exploration of my cock with his mouth. This went on for about an hour when he finally came up, wiped off his mouth with his sleeve and said,’ I need to go find my friend’.
I got another beer and had to take a piss. So I’m shaking off the excess and this skater-tweaker walks in and takes a hold of my dick. I turn around, my back to the trough now, smile at him and he goes to town. He drops to his knees in the middle of the bathroom and devours the entirety of me; full tight lips, slowly edging the full length of my pole until he could bury his face deep into my crotch as my cock bounced off the back of his throat (you how it feels when you get it that way – heaven, from an expert cocksucker). To my right, this stocky Latino guy in baggy jeans, walks in and eyes me getting head from this guy, I smile and nod in his direction. He walks right over, puts his arm around me kisses me firmly with his big DSL lips, and this boy could kiss. So now I’ve been at this for about another hour and the young guy in the track suit walks candidly by in front of me. I put my arm on his shoulder and pull him over to the left side of me. You just got to go with it; same guy on his knees working my shaft into the depths of his throat and one on each side of me as I take turns making out with one, while the other suckles on my nipples. Another half hour or more, not sure at this point, goes by and now both Latino guys are now each on a nipple and a burly big ol’ bear worked his way next to me to take an old long haul piss, he shakes, finishes and wedges himself behind me so I can lay back against his scruffy chest as I am getting my dick and both nipples sucked on. The whole time there has been this pair of eyes, in a sea of spectators, focused on me and this young cub with a goatee and glasses leans in next to my face and whispers, ‘you’re my hero’. I smiled and shrugged, what was I going to do, say no? Oh fuck, the cocksucker was about to hit oil, pump, suck, tug, ‘I’m gonna cum’ and my legs buckled as he buried his forehead hard against my stomach as I blew down his hungry throat, he slurped up every drop. As the guys steadied me, shock waves flowed through every part of my body. I pulled up my jeans and stumbled away buckling my belt, trying to regain consciousness with a cockeyed smile on my face.
in the back of the theater
Went down to the porno theater and met a short, dark, muscular married guy with a deep voice named Tony, He asked me to fuck him. When I asked him how many times he would like me to fuck him he said, ‘at least twice’. That made me smile as he squeezed the shaft of my cock.
I went there with the intent of finding a good cocksucker and I see this dark stocky guy with a shaved head noticing me. Hhhmmmm, so I adjust myself and whip it out to stroke, I even made myself cum. I guess it was because the video was of two guys getting blow jobs from one girl. He kept watching me stroke even after I came. I went to take a piss and he must have thought I was going to leave because he went out to follow. I came back in, and so did he, so I go sit next to him. He motions for me to get on my knees; I’m hungry so I do it. He unzips and flops out his dick, not bad, but he wouldn’t undo his top button. I take him in my mouth and I feel his warm dick get hard in the back of my throat. I force myself to take more, slow long strokes, and I feel him sigh. I try to undo his button but he wants to go to the back of the theater.
Cool, I get my face in his and run my goatee down his neck and I move my face over his lips and drop to my knees. Still that top button won’t come undone. Full, deep, soft strokes and he tries to gyrate into my head. I stop what I am doing and hold him still; he gets the point and lets me work. I reach up and grab two handfuls of his broad thick chest. He almost loses his balance as if this multitasking action catches him off guard. I stop (you can’t give a guy everything he wants right away, otherwise why would he tell you what he really wants?).
So far I’ve been nice, respectful and quite servicing I nuzzle his neck and bite his earlobe, and then he asks it – THE QUESTION, ‘what do you like?’ (This is the question we all wait for and fear, but sometimes are the ones doing the asking.) Without skipping a beat, I smirk and say, ‘I like to suck and jerk’ still nuzzling his neck, now pressing my body against his he asks, ‘do you like to fuck?’
Smile, sigh, ‘it’s been a long time’, nuzzle, caress, lips that almost touch, his hands rub the outline of my dick against my jeans. He fumbles for my button, unzips and takes me out. He squeezes to see how hard he can get me. I lean in and whisper, ‘what do you like?’ ‘To be fucked’, he quickly replies in a low gruff voice, I smile. His hands are on the base of my shaft and mine are behind him on the wall above his head. His lips found their way to mine, I push him to the wall with my body, and I put my hands on his back and slowly run them down to his ass. I get a good grip and pull him into me as I position myself over him and push my chest against his.
Men walk by, he stops, feels awkward, but waits for me again, kissing, covering his head in my arms, nuzzling, feeling, smelling and playing. He lifts up my shirt and sucks my nipples. I get close to his neck and whisper, ‘you married? Yes, you? No, where do you live? Chula Vista’, with a look I respond, ‘Vista’, he points in the opposite direction and smiles. I lunge in to manhandle him and manage to get my middle finger wedged up in his big tight ass, just as my lips cover his. He’s into it and then catches himself enjoying it too much, he stops me, I kiss his neck and he spins around to face the wall. I nuzzle his ear while running my hand across his stomach and cradling him against my body. He stops, turns back around, I look into his eyes and take deep breaths as he grabs hold of my dick. I drop, I suck and he is excited and stands me up as he shoots across the floor.
Soft full kiss, ‘be here same time next week?’ he asks. ‘No’, I replied he turns away, ‘but in two weeks I will be’, I said while smiling. Nuzzle, handshake, ‘Tony’ he says, ‘and I’m Michael’. ‘Two weeks, same time, I’ll get a place’ and he walks off.
I went there with the intent of finding a good cocksucker and I see this dark stocky guy with a shaved head noticing me. Hhhmmmm, so I adjust myself and whip it out to stroke, I even made myself cum. I guess it was because the video was of two guys getting blow jobs from one girl. He kept watching me stroke even after I came. I went to take a piss and he must have thought I was going to leave because he went out to follow. I came back in, and so did he, so I go sit next to him. He motions for me to get on my knees; I’m hungry so I do it. He unzips and flops out his dick, not bad, but he wouldn’t undo his top button. I take him in my mouth and I feel his warm dick get hard in the back of my throat. I force myself to take more, slow long strokes, and I feel him sigh. I try to undo his button but he wants to go to the back of the theater.
Cool, I get my face in his and run my goatee down his neck and I move my face over his lips and drop to my knees. Still that top button won’t come undone. Full, deep, soft strokes and he tries to gyrate into my head. I stop what I am doing and hold him still; he gets the point and lets me work. I reach up and grab two handfuls of his broad thick chest. He almost loses his balance as if this multitasking action catches him off guard. I stop (you can’t give a guy everything he wants right away, otherwise why would he tell you what he really wants?).
So far I’ve been nice, respectful and quite servicing I nuzzle his neck and bite his earlobe, and then he asks it – THE QUESTION, ‘what do you like?’ (This is the question we all wait for and fear, but sometimes are the ones doing the asking.) Without skipping a beat, I smirk and say, ‘I like to suck and jerk’ still nuzzling his neck, now pressing my body against his he asks, ‘do you like to fuck?’
Smile, sigh, ‘it’s been a long time’, nuzzle, caress, lips that almost touch, his hands rub the outline of my dick against my jeans. He fumbles for my button, unzips and takes me out. He squeezes to see how hard he can get me. I lean in and whisper, ‘what do you like?’ ‘To be fucked’, he quickly replies in a low gruff voice, I smile. His hands are on the base of my shaft and mine are behind him on the wall above his head. His lips found their way to mine, I push him to the wall with my body, and I put my hands on his back and slowly run them down to his ass. I get a good grip and pull him into me as I position myself over him and push my chest against his.
Men walk by, he stops, feels awkward, but waits for me again, kissing, covering his head in my arms, nuzzling, feeling, smelling and playing. He lifts up my shirt and sucks my nipples. I get close to his neck and whisper, ‘you married? Yes, you? No, where do you live? Chula Vista’, with a look I respond, ‘Vista’, he points in the opposite direction and smiles. I lunge in to manhandle him and manage to get my middle finger wedged up in his big tight ass, just as my lips cover his. He’s into it and then catches himself enjoying it too much, he stops me, I kiss his neck and he spins around to face the wall. I nuzzle his ear while running my hand across his stomach and cradling him against my body. He stops, turns back around, I look into his eyes and take deep breaths as he grabs hold of my dick. I drop, I suck and he is excited and stands me up as he shoots across the floor.
Soft full kiss, ‘be here same time next week?’ he asks. ‘No’, I replied he turns away, ‘but in two weeks I will be’, I said while smiling. Nuzzle, handshake, ‘Tony’ he says, ‘and I’m Michael’. ‘Two weeks, same time, I’ll get a place’ and he walks off.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
The Very Thought of You
The Internet age has made cybersex a reality, more so an everyday commonality. You can log on and find anything you want on any multitude of adult web sites. Dating and social online communities are now overshadowed by the ever popular ‘hook-up’ sites. Straight sex that’s what people want, cam to cam, with a complete stranger after only a quick glimpse at a user’s profile. These adult content sites are free and you can upload any images (photo or video) of yourself in almost any kind of intimate and compromising position. Men and women alike log on for a quick fix, a hot-n-heavy dose of the latest amateur homemade porn, and yet who’s to say that the vid’s or pic’s are actually of said user. Does it really matter these days as long as it’s hot and you can jerk-off to it?
So let’s say you फंड someone online, we all know physical attraction is the number one reason we click on a users profile in the first place. So what’s in an online adult profile these days? Let’s see, I think it goes something like this: 42, 6”2’, 195, 32 waist, 40 biceps, 8 x 6 negative, DDF, top versatile for the right guy, laidback, looking for friends, fuck-buds or LTR. So is this what dating has come to? It’s turned into an instant gratification wank-job to the profile of some guy who has pictures of himself spreading his cheeks so his asshole can wink at the camera lens.
Now, don’t get me wrong I wouldn’t want you to think I was a total cynic or some sort of prude। I enjoy a good hand-job just like every other guy. I’ve bantered with a couple guys online that I would do, some quite physically ‘hot’ and others that really know how to ‘type’ to a man. I’m turning forty soon and I’ve been around the proverbial block in my day and now, now I want something more. Something wilder (intense) with a bit more kick to it, a bit more stimulus, something flavorful, with wit, personality and intelligence. Confidence is attractive, cockiness is not. I’m not asking anyone to be something for me, I’m just saying be a little creative and show me that the big head can work in conjunction with the small head. So let’s get down to it.
Friends, if that is what you are looking for then people ‘should’ respect that and actually talk to you on that level, not IM, ‘Woof or Grrr’ my response has always been, ‘thank you, so how are you doing’ the conversation usually dies shortly after that and a few more one liners। So now this also means that if you are truly looking for ‘friends only’ then you probably shouldn’t have pictures of yourself posted with you dick hanging out or of a buddy’s forearm elbow deep up inside of you for all cyberspace to see. That sends a mixed message or could imply that your definition of friends is taken from an unpublished version of a dictionary that no one else has access to but you.- Know what you want and don’t be afraid to be honest about it, you just may get it, however sometimes the answer could still be ‘no’। Casting too wide of a net could mean that you really don’t know what you want and nobody is interested in that.
- Chemistry and attraction are part of everyday life so please be respectful and understand that just because you make advances toward someone, they are not obliged to return the sentiment. Don’t have any expectations with what you experience online. Cyberspace is a safe haven for people to explore their sexuality, facilitate their wilder side and fantasize about sex in a way they might not be able to do in their daily lives.
I have saved the best for last, so what if you connect?
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