Wolveriner in Toronto: Musings of a Gay Guy

Men from Another Decade

2009-07-31T00:48:00.002-04:00

My Kind of Men

2009-07-28T14:31:00.000-04:00

I actually love the Folsom Street Fair and Dore Alley which took place this past weekend. I wasn't there but several of these pictures I located on Flickr get me all hot and bothered.

And as usual, my dilemma is "do I want to be them or be with them?"

The Best Blowjob

2009-07-26T21:59:00.001-04:00

I haven't been sexual in months, yeah I checked out sexclubs in Paris and cruise online but there's no correlation between effort and results when it comes to sex. I was just hitting a dry patch and whatever happened wasn't worth my time to blog about it. To be honest, my heart wasn't into it.

I met Big Shot last week when he visited but I declined sex on the first night he stayed over and my mine was thinking so many things when we were in the mood the second night (despite a Cialis I took) I just didn't feel like orgasmin. Big Shot really worked hard to milk my load outta me.

So today, cruising Craigslist on a dark rainy Sunday, I fired a few responses to different posts including this one:

26
Looking to suck some cock 2night at ur place....

There were no stats and no pics but I liked that he was straight to the point and located very close-by. He looked ok in the thumbnail he sent and I thought to myself 'he can't be that bad at 26 year old.' As Dorothy Spornack said "you don't have to be beautiful and you're already beautiful when you're young." A few emails back and forth, he was at my door in 30 minutes.

Let's call him Amazing Blowjob. It's amazing what our dick tells us at times because he's s far cry from the guy I would notice normally that I almost asked him to leave when he met me at my lobby. Not horrible but bandana and fleshy body covered in loose tee. But my dick told me otherwise and I could use a blowjob so I brought him in.

Amazing Blowjob turned out to be an amazing surprise as his blowjob had the perfect suction and rhythm. I was reluctant to kiss him at first but eased into it over time as he gave me the best blowjob as I can recall. I've been taking Propecia again for the past several months and my dick never got hard naturally (one of the common side effects) or that I was getting old and suffering early onset of ED. But Steve the Amazing Blowjob gave such an amazing blowjob that my dick was hard as steel and pointed straight up to the ceiling.

He started off with my nipples and dick but shortly bent me over to eat my ass. You know getting rimmed is my favourite thing, preferred over a blowjob except in this instance when it's so amazing, so I was raging hard in minutes. All the worries about ED subsided (or probably cuz I didn't think about it to begin with) and I just let him service me. I relaxed on the chair as he gave the most amazing head, licking between my head and ass and throw in some dirty talking = I was his.

He picked up on my proclivity as I called him 'cocksucker' and 'bitch.' Soon he asked "do you like it Sir?" He learned to ask "suck my cock please Sir" when he slapped his boner in my face. I egged him to "make love to my dick and worship that cock."

I went to the edge thrice before I let it out blowing on his face. It was one of those times he didn't even cum but I didn't care because I gave him plenty of warning I was gonna shoot. As a rule of thumb, you got 3 minutes to cum after the other party does and he just pulled his pants up before wiping my jizz off his face and taking off.

I've emailed him to do a repeat and hopefully I can enjoy his meat lucious warm tongue again.

Play Fair

2009-07-19T11:43:00.000-04:00

The benefit of online cruising is its variety without making the effort to step out of the door. Yet one set-back is not being able to see the guy's face or the whole package up front as you would at a bar.

I hate it when guys don't play fair with pictures. Due to my attempt for anonymity, I offer faceless photos in the first communication whether I'd be posting or responding. Since I offered a glimpse of myself, I think I'm being fair when requesting a picture in return before we continue too far. But there are these guys who can't learn that if they don't have a picture online, they can't play. And don't get me started on those who have scanned pictures from a decade ago.

My theory is that they most likely responded to me because they like what they saw in my pictures. Given men's hedonistic nature, what makes him think that I'll meet him without seeing who and what he is.

So come on! Play fair! If I offered you my faceless shots, at least have the decency to respond with similar photos and face pictures eventually. Why waste time chatting up with someone who is gonna turn you away at the door or say no if you're not to my liking in the end.

Hot Quads Nicholas Zak

2009-07-08T12:51:00.002-04:00

While most gay guys focus on arms and pecs at the gym, my favourite body part is my legs and glutes. I love the feeling when I exhaust myself, limping for days after I squeeze the last rep of leg press or squats.

Knowing the hard work it takes for a set of hot tree trunk, I adore a guy with thick quads and glutes like this one. 26 year old Nicky Z is a body builder from New York standing 6'1" weighing a whopping 270 lbs. who has been competing since 2005.

Nicky Z ModelMayhem
Nicholas Zak MySpace

Getting Hard

2009-06-24T19:40:00.001-04:00

I dare to hypothesize that there's a direct correlation between body size and likelihood of erectile dysfunction, based on personal experience and my observations of body builder porn stars.

So I was in one of the many backrooms in Paris this past weekend and started playing with a huge body builder, around 6'2" 240 lbs, to whom I made my intentions clear as soon as I saw him. It seemed like his first time to the place as he continued to scoop the surroundings out with his friend even after I brushed my hand against his pecs to signal my interest. To be honest, I thought he was outta my league but I guess my tight t-shirt showed off just enough of my body in the darkness that he and his friend joined in. Assuming it was a threeway, I tried to engage the friend but he pushed my hands back so I focused on the body builder thinking 'even better since the body builder was the hotter one of the two anyways.'

It was clear after a few minutes what I was getting into. He moved away whenever I tried to kiss, holding my head down onto his nipples instead. The body builder wanted to get sucked and some rough nipple play so I played along, spending the next 20 minutes on them as others watched and reached their hands in to feel us up. He gave me tight bear hugs and squeezed my pecs at times as I twisted his tits and sucked his cock but he never got thoroughly hard. In the back of my mind I knew he was one of those body builders, for whatever reason, has a small dick and can't get hard.

He was reaching down trying to finger my ass but couldn't ever locate my anus, always probing a few millimetres off causing me some discomfort. When he thought he was hard enough, his friend passed him a rubber and he wrapped up. Even though I rarely bottom, I let him give it a try knowing full well it wasn't gonna happen because he wouldn't be hard enough to enter or he would go soft shortly thereafter, and if he didn get inside, he was merely 4" hard which would mean minimal damage. When lubed up, he squeezed an inch inside me but never got hard enough for anything. Without a word, I turned around and he jetted his rubber, resuming to sucking his nips and pecs and I milked my load out cuz at that point nothing else was possible than blow a load or pull pants up and go.

As I zipped up my pants, I heard his friend ask body builder in English if he had cum and the guy said no. No wonder the guy didn't really take hint when I asked him in French to go soft on my nipples when he played with them.

It's funny how some body builders are so big on the outside but anatomically small. I'm no size queen but he was small enough I couldn't wrap my five fingers around him, stroking him with only my thumb and index finger while the guy with whom I was playing before the body builder was fully erect throughout as he sucked me and was thick, spanning the length of my thumb to middle finger, tip to tip, whch is 7".

I'm no scientist but I suspect that the energy and lifestyle of body building really saps up the blood or testosterone in the cock leading to erectile dysfunction. I see it in many body builder pornstars and have noticed it myself as I focus on getting bigger and more muscular - it could be because I'm taking Propecia as well.

Between a body builder and a hard dick, I'd take the latter any day.

Special Desires

2009-05-08T12:05:00.000-04:00

Sex life has been non-existent the past few months, the real excitement was with Big Shot in January and a guy I met whilst travelling in April. It's funny how I meet guys when I least expect it and so he plus other things are taking up a lot of space in my heart and mind lately that the desire for sex just isn't there.

With a 5 day load brewing in my nuts, I went to the gym with the ulterior motive of cruising the steam room afterwards. It's like a treat for me after working so ohard on my muscles and a stress-reliever. I've been developing a preferance for darker-hair guys lately, Arabs, blacks, Asians so even this in-shape 40 year old guy was jacking me off inn the steam room, I just let him milk his own load. Because in the far corner was this chubby black dude nurturing his dong and I wanted a taste of it. As life would have it, others crowed the steam room when shortly after the white guy shot his load that I never go my taste.

Sex hasn't been on my mind lately. It's one of the worries that comes with being 31.

Why I Love San Francisco

2009-05-06T07:26:00.003-04:00

Paris and San Fransico are my two favourite cities in the world and here's a reason why I like SF.

Reese Rideout Made My Day

2009-03-26T13:22:00.001-04:00

I haven't been utilising much visuals in my posts recently. I'm lazy and it's a lot of work to seek pictures that correspond to topics I blog about. But I found this photo of my favourite porn star Reese Rideout over at A Popular Dude's Secret Life and it made my day. That ass makes me speechless every time.

My Relationship with Big Shot

2009-03-26T12:20:00.002-04:00

Below is a convo I had with Big Shot yesterday. At times I do wonder what type of relationship we have. We certainly enjoy each others' company in and out of the sack, we do miss each other at times but not in a long-lost lovers' sense, more carnal and appreciation of the company.

I conclude it's strictly platonic and I'll just enjoy it as that.

Big Shot:
24/Mar/09 20:47

don't you wish you were coming to meet me in London next weekend to celebrate my 25th birthday?
oh, and you know, take in the sites; both in and out of the bedroom :p

Me:
25/Mar/09 16:18

thanks for the invite. I saw your facebook line that you wished you had someone to share the sights of Italy. I was gonna reply "send me a ticket and I'll be there." Haha.
Happy birthday but I am gonna have to decline your London invite. Heading to Hongkong 2 April for 3 weeks, spending a month in Paris May-June. But love to visit your new pad some time in May. I need a fix of your lips and ass.

Big Shot:
25/Mar/09 19:50

hot! i want to go to paris!

ur welcome to MTL anytime. much easier now that I have a) furniture, b) a place to host downtown! haha

Todd Teaches Flogging

2009-03-24T14:40:00.002-04:00

I'm a bad blogger, there are always excuses but truth is sex has been nonexistent for the past 2 months since Big Shot. Yeah, I met with Todd, the older guy after having requested him to mentor me on BDSM play.

It's funny how I had the hots for him merely a year ago when we first met but he doesn't do a thing for me anymore. He agreed to teach me the tricks of BDSM, the first being flogging. We hastily arranged a middle age bald guy willing to submit to Todd's torture as he instructed me what and how to do things.

As much as I get into some torture and seeing the grief on guys, I'm actually very passionate and sexual which Todd was not. He whipped out too much toys to exact pain on the sub and it ended up being too labourious for my taste. I need kissing, oral, pain, hearing a sub moan and wimper and not spend 2/3 of the time tying a guy up.

That was late January and I haven't hooked up since.

Hot Crotch

2009-02-09T11:15:00.004-05:00

How much I'd love to work on this hairy body, especially after he's worked out hard at the gym or practice, then sniff around that cup like a little hound before I engulf its contents.

S&M Leather Play For Me

2009-02-03T11:02:00.009-05:00

I've always been pretty adventurous with sex, from buying my first harness shortly after I came out to my endeavours into S&M play the past 5 years.

It all started with my interest in leather, I recall I was at a club when I was in college and the guy dancing next to me was wearing these tight jeans and cowboy boots. Without paying attention to his face, I threw a raging boner on the spot (which tends to happen easily at 20) imagining the things I would do with him with his boots in my face.

S&M means different things to different people. The common misconception is that the top is in control but without the sub surrendering control and agreeing to certain behaviours, the scneario would never succeed. Even though I'm the top when playing with Big Shot, he's actually what I'd call a 'pushy bottom' in that he's the one always pushing what he wants to me. Being the top was quite labourious with him having to wrestle the toys and gags while he sits and endures the pain, or pleasure. The thrill for me is when a guy worships my leather and seeing him grimace as I tortured him, knowing the power I have and the lengths he would go to satisfy me. For Big Shot, he always gets what he wants such as convincing me to visit him last minute so he could surrender himself and feel the high of losing control. He's confessed over the past few months he wants to be really humuliated and one guy even made him cry, making him realise he's more submissive than previously thought. I want to take that control from him and see him totally helpless.

During out talks, we agreed that I was not really dominant and I've really been thinking about asserting myself. So talking with others who share the same proclivity over the pass week, I learned that confidence and dominance are synonymous. Looking back during the scene with Big Shot last week, there were several instances I was uncertain whether the belt was whipping the right spot on his ass or if what I was doing was really pleasurable for both of us. These doubts manifested itself causing us to abandon the deed.

Sometimes I wish I was as ambitious with my life and career as I am with sex. I've been chatting with other guys to give me insight of how to gain confidence thereby dominance, so I can push the envelope, bring a guy to beg and cry for me. The guy I thought most appropriate and knowledgeable was Todd and I've chatted with him again asking him to mentor me. Our convo last night proved I sought the right help as he shares the same high breaking down a guy.

Last Minute Trip for Big Shot

2009-01-28T12:15:00.008-05:00

I admit I'm a spontanteous guy, thanks for my schedule and financial means. I had no plans to travel Monday morning but Big Shot, who always gets what he wants with his strong powers of persuasion, got me to board a plane Monday evening for Montréal. He offered me to stay at his house since his parents were away and his body for use, horny and foolish, I accepted that invitation.

The funny thing was that I first messaged him on Facebook Monday morning and got a SMS reply 30 minutes later. But when Big Shot texted me, he hadn't read my Facebook message yet until after a few message exchanges. He commented how we our minds are in sync and pushed further that we should meet.

We had a great fuck Monday night shortly after we both landed. Him in his worn chaps and Nasty Pig thong and me in a codpiece under my Mr S chaps tucked into my engineer boots. Big Shot has been letting me know his desire for physical abuse and fear during our sessions in addition to the usual leather gear in our recent convos. We got to that point twice during that night, once when he was blindfolded with nipple clamps on and scared shitless when I ran a Neuro knife thru his torso, him worried that it was knife slitting his body. I learned something else about my preferances at that moment as I tented my codpiece within seconds watching him writhe and wimper in agony.

He hustled for more abuse after that and I began realising that I'm more into the smell of leather and creating anticipation of the sex than instilling fear and abuse. Despite my attempts to create a scenario to fulfill that fetish, nothing came up. That was until he provoked me by spitting into my mouth and after a hot kiss. As if I was possessed, I held his head tightly and spat back, warning him "don't you spit at me!" The response was instinctive, punishing him by hitting his face with my bare hand then stood up and kicked his face with the sides of my boots, stomping on his chest glaring into his eyes. All that transpired in a minute or two and we both breathed a sigh of relieve knowing he had incited me.

Big Shot's biggest turn-on is assplay and I split his ass first with a buttplug and had him spit shining and servicing me a while before I challenged him further with anal beads and then my cock. As I posted before, Big Shot has a pretty big fat ass and I really have trouble digging inside as his butt cheeks would engulf half of my dick before I could penetrate him. I often go limp shortly after inside him because it's a uncomfortable position. As frank as I normally am, I couldn't bring this up to him since he is concious of his body weight but I worry that he see's me as having ED (though I do occassionally have the problem; how much I miss to be 22 again when I could rise at any moment).

We fucked again this morning but I wasn't really up for extensive toys and gear, we ended up jacking off with me all donned in leathers and him holding my boots to his lips, slurping over them. My balls churned out the load at the sight of him adorning my boots and feeling the heels against his nuts.

We got to connect on a more personal level during my 1.5 day here. The guy is still appealing but right now a new relatinship is not a consideration for me and so we're just enjoying what we have. Though I can't help wonder whenever he asks "where and what is Jason thinking?" Is he merely curious or is it something more?

Leather Rocker at the Eagle

2009-01-20T17:52:00.005-05:00

This happened back in November, the Tuesday after Thanksgiving.

I couldn't figure out where to go in N.Y.C. on a quiet Tuesday night to meet guys, hopefully for a hot fuck though I was actually thinking that a hot cock would suffice. The bars were quiet so I took the more direct approach, The Eagle NYC, where stroking dick or even fucking was the norm.

The first and last time I was at Eagle Bar NYC was 1998 when I first came out and visited the joint when it was still on the West Side Highway. That was my first experience of a backroom and expected no less at its current address.

I was surprised there were only a handful of people when I arrived on the main floor. But all it takes is one as I positioned myself at the bar next to a guy with shoulder length hair in ripped t-shirt and leather pants who was checking me out at the same time. We started chatting even before my drink arrived and I spoke into his ear and planted my face 2 centimeters away from his, totally invading his private area and making my intentions known.

Phillip, his name, was presumably a rocker by the way he dressed and the fact he didn't look like a regular leather bar patron of bear-bellies and muscle-daddies. He confirmed my observation when he told me he was at a rock concert prior. I didn't delve too much into his business as he didn't want to reveal and we were there for cock, not a real get-to-know session. Our hands carressed each others' skin within minutes of the conversation and the action got more brazen as we shifted to a dark corner several feet away with our cocks flopping out. He suggested moving to the toilet where we kissed and sucked with a growing audience who wanted to join.

The problem with these backrooms is that everybody wants to join when there is action. But were we there individually, nobody would touch us. The many hands feeling both of us up got too distracting so I suggested his place to which he reluctantly accepted. The condition was that he'd get to tap my round smooth butt. I made a split second choice to lie and accept to give him a try up my ass even though I knew I was a horrible bottom and not really ready. Between a hot pretty man in leather and my ass, I chose to sacrifice the latter. He took a few minutes too long to pee and I feared I had lost him to another guy in the john. He reiterated the condition "I wanna fuck you tonight"

The guy with dark hair and smooth skin was even sexier in under the light as he put on his full-length black leather coat. I followed him a few steps behind to board the Mercedes S-class I saw when entered the joint, mentally questioning who would have such a ride at that place.

We stripped and made out on the bed at his suite at the SoHo Grand. He was the exact fuck I prefer, clean cut with a light piggy side. We kissed for what seems like forever, slobbered on each others cock, both of us about 6.5" to 7". I was trying to figure out how to fulfill my promise to take on his dick as I bobbed up and down on what would be my tormentor. Being the asshound I am, turned flipped things around and pleasured him tremendously with my rimming and sucking that he seemed to have forgotten my ass. As things would have it, I even turned the tables, slapping my dick at his asscrack til he begged for me to fuck him. I fucked him in every position, favourite being his chest on the bed and entering him from behind, as we dirty talked. In the end, I orgasmed on his chest but he didn't cum.

As I gathered my things, he asked for my age and I was shocked to learn that he's 50 and Mexican, while I thought he was 38 or so. There are few instances in whcih I would get his contact but didn't feel like it that night and so Phliip the hot 50 year old leather rocker will always be a hot memory.

Curve

2009-01-13T10:31:00.006-05:00

It's bizzarre how God throws us curves. The all mighty bestowed on this pretty hot 29 year old the above, may I say, handicap.

I was browsing profiles online and came across this dick from a pretty guy, the type whom I would pick up at a bar, who's a top. Yet I'm trying to imagine what positions he can fuck in and the only possibility I see is him laying on his back whilst the bottom squats with his back facing him leaning forward in the direction of this top's feet.

Would I kick him out of be if I peel down his pants? No. But he'd definitely be a challenge.

There's also Leather Rocker from the Eagle N.Y.C. I have yet to update.

Tall UnHung

2008-12-28T20:19:00.001-05:00

I was ready to take off after working my shoulders and back at the gym but the dark hair college guy I was eyeing on the gym floor came into the locker room as I was untying the laces on my shoes. I took my time as I watched him stripped outta his sweaty clothes and hit the steam room. Surprisingly, the first thing that came to my mind was ‘what underwear he was wearing’ and not ‘should I join him.’ So I snuck up to his locker (funny that a lot of straight boys leave their lockers unlocked) and fingered thru his shorts to find his sweaty white Hanes briefs. Then I shut the door to ponder if I should take that item and run or join him in the steam room.

Judging by his choice of underwear, I knew my prey was straight and given that I was in SoHo, not exactly gay neighbourhood, I thought that it’d be a waste of time. That was until I saw this tall black boy in street clothes strip down and head towards the steam room and realized it can be cruisey in there.

I positioned myself next to my target in the steam room and let my junk hang loosely. I prayed for his attention while ignoring the other cruisers but got nothing, no eye contact or gestures indicating his interest then he left for the showers. With only the tall black boy and a tall guy in his 30s left, I hit the sauna for a change of scenery to find a middle age guy with his 7 inch shaved tool hanging brazenly like laundry in the back yard. For me the face is a great attraction and his guy was no catch but the hairy tall guy previously in the steam room followed me and brushed his finger on my butt when I stood in front of him. This 6’ guy wasn’t stunning or anything but he was at the right place at the right time, presumably closeted. Having gotten my attention, he stepped out of the sauna with a big silent invitation back to the steam room so I followed.

As they say “flattery will get you everywhere,” the guy repeatedly complimented on how hot I was which brought my dick to full mast and onto his lips in seconds. Being the guy who loves to pleasure my partner, I reached down to give his piece a tuck but he brushed me away so I let him go about his work on mine thinking he’s the type loves to pleasure. Being the curious one, I reached down again and was shocked I could barely hold onto his cock given how ecstatic he was. I let him jack me as I pulled on his, I made the conscious effort to measure his cock by wrapping my hand over that tool and managed to cover it all so it can’t be more than 2 inches. I let go and let him milk himself, pulling his hands off whenever he got to the edge til he shot on the third time.

I’m never a size queen but was surprised at the presumably closeted guy’s endowment given his 6’ plus stature. He left right away after he blew and I was left with the tall black voyeur who watched the whole episode but he didn’t express any interest so I left.

Black Plague

2008-12-12T12:58:00.002-05:00

I contracted the black plague in New York if you know what I mean. I’m essentially colourblind, for me it’s the essence of the person that makes them attractive but the scarcity of hot black boys in Toronto made them more appealing when I was confronted with so many in New York City over Thanksgiving.

I’ve shagged guys of every major ethnicity but haven’t had much black in recent years (except the 24 year old Jamaican, a total Calvin Klein model Djimon Housou lookalike, I met in the spring and I didn’t blog about). At the first gay bar I was at, The Urge, I eye flirted with this beefy black guy as he was at the bar buying his first drink. He came up to me in a few minutes and gave me all these compliments and tested the goods as he felt me up. Since I was already buzzed and seeing he was was brazen, I ran my hand over his loose tee to feel his rippling abs and pecs which caused my jaw just to just drop and I became envious of how black boys can be so ripped. But as hot as his body may be, Nev didn’t have an attractive face and we parted after some groping and feeling each other up as if we had already fucked.

The Urge wasn’t even a black oriented joint but the next guy who caught my eye was a short artsy and preppy black boy Kevin. With the courage of all the alcohol I had in me, I chatted him up and he even invited me to head to the G Lounge where he was going with his friends. I really liked the guy but was too buzzed and lazy to head over and gave up on that.

I bursted out laughing to myself on the subway the following day when the Bank of America poster featured this black kid who I was mildly drawn to. In normal circumstances, I don't think I would've had the urge for the boy but I was going thru a phase.

Spare sex

2008-11-23T12:34:00.002-05:00

It's amazing that sex becomes so insignificant when the mind is precoccupied with other things in life.

This is coming from a guy who used to surf porn everyday and try scoring a hot ass whenever possible. I've cancelled my Manhunt subscription last month and don't even bother cruising guys when I see them. I got my first random encounter in 2 months a few days ago at the gym showers. We caught each other's eye thru the gap of the shower partition and dried off into the sauna. I just lay my junk out there which rose from the attention. He stroke and sucked me off a bit til I told him to wet his finger and shove up my ass, I just jacked off. He wasn't my type, balding middle age but just what I needed: a quick unload.

I confessed to Big Shot about my feelings and due to several circumstances, he turned me down. So I'm glad I've settled that, we'll just enjoy whatever comes our way.

Seeing Big Shot

2008-11-12T12:50:00.012-05:00

I brought Big Shot out to dinner last night as he's in the city for a 48 hour business trip and we had a great conversation about cars, work, life etc. Compared to other guys I meet, there was no awkward silence and no need to bull shit, words just flowed between us. It's our third rendez-vous but the first time was a fuck with few words exchanged. The reason we got along so well because he's so mature for a 24 year old and that we have similar backgrounds and interests. Recounting his many friends all over the continent, I find it hard to believe when he said he's extremely shy therefore hasn't been able to meet guys. This guy is a social butterfly but it takes times for him to warm up to people, as I experienced during our last meet in L.A.

After a brief tour of the city at night, things moved to my place. The guy didn't stop talking but in a good way, and as usual I had to be the one to make the move, holding his neck in my hands for a kiss. We resumed the talk and kissed again a few times til I commanded him to sit on the couch next to me. Big Shot is an amazing kisser, nibbling each other and sucking each others tongues like a Dyson vacuum.
I was reminded of his dollar-size nipples when I peeled off his shirt. Several times, I pulled back after a few minutes of kissing to look at the guy, pondering 'what if,' why I think he's sexy, numerous other things flashed thru my mind. As I mentioned in my last post, I'm going thru a life crisis questioning myself, and similar questions arose as I was making out with Big Shot. I started to worry about my erectile dysfunction, and the more I thought about it, the worse the situation became that I wasn't able to get hard.

I was also thinking whether we should get into the leather play we're both very much into but I decided against it as I wasn't really up for it and it would've been too much hassle. We tried it again in the bed and no erection came out of it that we gave up and kissed and cuddled. Though the guy is definitely overweight but there's something so sexy about him, the maturity, baby face with a kinky streak.

Informed that he had to be ready by 8 A.M. the next morning, I casually mentioned "I'd love to spend the night with you." To my surprise, he responded "for sure." I was totally not expecting that since he had a hotel room and it meant we would have to wake up at an ungodly hour. Now writing this, did that reply conveyed he was really interested in me as well? During our pillow talk, I confessed the thought "what if" crossed my mind when we were making out and I can't tell if he's quashing my dreams or fishing for my genuine thoughts, he interjected "I thought your crush on me was over." I half-heartedly said "yeah" but to be honest, a sliver of interest remains.

I barely slept last night as he breathed and snored within minutes after lights were out. Our hands occassionally explored each others bodies and we kissed repeatedly in the darkness. My boner arrived in the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep so I went down and sucked him for a few minutes. We rose reluctantly at 6:30 to drop him off back at the hotel.

The guy is definitely boyfriend material and I can tell we're both interested in each other. Okay, he's overweight but that doesn't bother me, his handsome baby face, maturity, and kinky side appeal to me. He actually inspired me during his convo about work, getting me to aspire for bigger things cuz I don't wanna nickel-and-dime thru life. For years I thought I was okay with a mediocre living but he woke me up that if I didn't have a passion for a profession, I might as well do something that'll make big bucks allowing me to enjoy life in other ways. Yet, I'm not ready to dump my boyfriend for a new relationship.

Quarter Age Crisis

2008-10-20T13:35:00.005-04:00

I've been totally out of blogging for the past month due to some personal and emotional issues I call 'quarter age crisis' that I've lost my libido. I haven't had the desire to even pleasure myself that I didn't touch myself for two weeks twice.

One reason was that I met a guy in September that made me question my relationship. Despite my infidelity over the years, I've managed to control the situation and never allowed my heart to detract from my love. The new boy and I met and hung out for a month, long enough to know that it's not mere infatuation and we haven't even fucked. I love my boyfriend but I certainly have feelings for the new guy and the feeling is reciprocated. I'm the kind of guy who usually forgets the guy when he's out of sight but I haven't been able to shake him off my head. Good thing we live in different cities far apart which will hopefully give me time and space for my feelings for him to cool.

I love my boyfriend and I can definitely love this new guy. I refuse to have both cuz it won't make any of the 3 happy.

I chatted with Big Shot on MSN a few weeks ago and confessed my feelings for him when we met but those sentiments have since subsided. I smiled when he responded with the same feelings but he has a block against guys from different cities cuz fo bad experience with long-distance relationships. I still check out his pics on Facebook and question "what if?"

Then there's my concerns about life goals, career and friends.

New Hot Blogs

2008-10-19T11:20:00.009-04:00

Some guys blog as therapy while others to achieve a specific goal so blogs come and go all the time. I've picked up a few hot ones recently and sad that two of my favs are closing down.
Hot:
Masc Dude Writer - New York collegeboy with a dominant kinky streak with the same taste for men and porn as me
College Hooker Boy - well-to-do college guy in the south selling his soul and body
My Life As a Pup - a total top's life flipped upside down after meeting a guy at a New York bar
Waterlogg(ed) - adorable San Francisco cub from Folsom Fair 2008

I miss:
The Great Cock Hunt - the sexcapades and love life of a hot New Yorker my age
London Preppy - obsessive compulsive Greek boy in London with a rocking body

Cody Miller Worship

2008-10-19T11:13:00.000-04:00

Most guys would agree that body builder Cody Miller is quite a specimen of manhood and I've admired him ever since he first posed on these gay muscles sites 2 years ago when he was 19. So when I was in Palm Springs in August and realised he was minutes away, I gave him a call to arrange a meeting.

He drove to the hotel I was staying wearing shorts and a tank-top with "Personal Trainer" emblazoned on the back, I presume that there are few professions in Palm Springs for a body builder. I then found out he had to head to work as a trainer at a hotel in the desert afterwards. Aware that we were in a time crunch and obvious what we were meeting for, he placed his food cooler (required for body builder eating 7 meals a day) and slipped off his shoes and tee. My jaws dropped at the mass in front of my eyes, he looked as good as his photos and it's at that point I realise the 210 lbs he packs on his 5'9" frame is all muscle.

I've never gotten into muscle worship before, which I understand consists of little interaction on his part. I didn't hesitate to run my hands over the crevices of his abs as he flexed and I licked over his muscles like a lollipop. With these straight guys, I didn't expect kissing but I'm the type who would never give up without a try so when I migrated from his neck to his face, I essentially thrusted into his kmouth and tongue. He kissed back but ever so reluctantly, his tongue just darted out to meet mine for a second and he would withdraw. Then I realised that despite his amazing body, a gay-for-pay guy lacks passion which is more important for me than a killer bod and face. On the bed, I stripped him down and feasted on his ass cuz you know how much I love those, and sucked his dick. I couldn't help but notice he was keeping his eyes shut tight all along most likely dreaming of the girlfriend whilst a gay guy was sucking his 6" landscaped shaft. My lips were getting sore from the suction that I explored his other muscles and taking cue from me that I wanted him to cum, he took the matter in his own hands and jacked himself off blowing drops in my mouth, obvious that he had shot a load earlier in the day or last night.

I blew seconds after at the sight of his orgasm, if you can call it that - more like a pressured ejaculation. I thought to myself that the experience wasn't all that great as Cody Miller showered. I paid him his fee $275 and asked myself the essential question, 'who I want it again?' and I answered 'no.'

It may me realise that I get hard when the guy is into me. Recalling some gym steam room experiences, I can throw a steel hard-on when the guy is giving me attention regardless of his body and sometimes nothing happens. Cody Miller's body is undeniably a sight to behold but it might as well be a piece of art as I was the one who desired him. Maybe I am a narcissist.

Scott Thinks I'm Hot

2008-09-05T08:39:00.004-04:00

I posted three pics of myself a few weeks ago and my favourite blogger Scott from Bill in Exile has shared my ass over the weekend on his blog saying that I'm hot. I've read Scott's blog from day one and he's had his share of hunks and pornstars so I feel honoured when he says he likes me. Thanks for for ego-boost!

Bill In Exile: Blogger Triptych

Sentimental over Big Shot

2008-09-05T08:35:00.000-04:00

As I mature in recent years, I've come to appreciate a guy beyond the physical attributes. Don't get me wrong, any guy with a rock hard boy and stunning good looks still gives me a boner, but a guy's attitude and shared interest definitely rocks my boat as is the case with Big Shot. I never understood the attraction of confidence until Big Shot.

That first night as I walked behind him to the restaurant and seeing how he took control of things, I questioned why such a seemingly confident guy is actually so submissive behind closed doors. I found myself upset over him when he said he was only free to spend time with me Friday and Saturday day time when I may the detour to L.A. for the sole purpose of meeting him. I'm a touchy-feelie person and the few times I patted him on his back and ass in the mountains of L.A., he didn't reciprocate. I almost felt he was shrugging me off when he dropped me at the hotel and I mentioned "so I'll see you again in October" and he simply said "you know how to look for me" without any sense of excitement.

I worried that he was no longer interested in me after having spent the Saturday together because it happens to me after I get to know the guy. On several occasions once I get to know the person I had been shagging, my carnal desires diminish because the guy is no longer so sexy when you learn of his flaws. Stepping out of his car and walking into the hotel, all I could think of was that he seemed 'cold' and probably we wouldn't see again.

I found myself repeatedly checking out his Facebook profile to see his pictures and even read his blog he wrote for about 9 months in 2006. I see him on Facebook regularly and I've held back from messaging him for fear I may seem too needy. When we did finally chat I told him I felt he was a bit 'cold' and Big Shot seemed offended by my adjective. And when he mentioned he was offered opportunities in Europe, my heart sank knowing the chances of us meeting would be nil. I don't know what to think of this guy, I'm definitely attracted to him but understand that there's an element of sexual attraction as well and I really had not had the chance to know him during our rendez-vous. Being pragmatic, we have our geographical distance and I have a boyfriend whom I love very much just that we don't have sex any more. I didn't get the vibe that he was interested in any emotional relationship with me.

Imagine how ecstatic I was when he messaged online informing me he's moving back to Montréal to join the family business. Reading his blog, I learned that he was offered the opportunity more than 2 years ago but wanted to build something himself in L.A. and not live in the shadow of his family. Big Shot is now a 5-hour drive instead of a 5-hour flight away, better yet, the business has a branch in Toronto he intends to frequent. We had a positive rapport during the conversation as he seemed excited that we would meet with greater frequency. I'm naturally a pretty straight-forward guy so I let him know "deep in my hear I'm cheering 'yippie.'"

Cody Miller in Palm Springs

2008-08-19T12:47:00.006-04:00

I met with this stunner when I was in Palm Springs. He told me about this shoot with ManifestMen andhe turned out great. I'll blog about him shortly.

Cub Dylan at Up Your Alley

2008-08-18T19:19:00.004-04:00

I located this cub Dylan on Flickr as he attended Dore Alley or Up Your Alley in San Francisco this year. He reminds me of Big Shot, the stocky stature, and look at his cock!

More Than a Fuck Part 2

2008-08-18T12:57:00.005-04:00

Even when I close my eyes these days, I can still feel the intensity of the kiss with Big Shot. It was actually his tongue that kept on sucking me in, twirling over mine that reminded me what real kissing meant and so I responded accordingly, throwing my tongue as far as I could inside him and sucking his lips and tongue like a Hoover vacuum. I peeled off his shirt to explore his body and saw his dollar-size nipples that I couldn't resist nibbling and twisting on them briefly. I was lost in space and I had lost track of time during the kiss and I can't recall the last time when such feeling overcame me. When I felt we had thoroughly savoured each other, I pulled back and asked if he wanted to "just play or change into some gear?" He jumped up telling both of us to change. He headed to his room as I changed into my leather shorts with a leather codpiece, chaps and boots.

The sight of his ass in his Harley chaps with the Nasty Pig thong was torturous. Though his chaps weren't the tight fit most gays have but his thick legs and butt filled it so well I caught myself sticking my tongue like a hungry dog waiting for the next treat. As much as an asshound I am, kissing and dirty talk is what gets my engine revving so I leaned over to resume the kissing. Big Shot introduced me to his box of toys containing restraints, hoods, leash and shrewdly guided me what he wanted to be used such as when he held the the mask with the collar, saying "I shouldn't be telling you this, I love this and I would do anything when I have this on me."

For the next 90 minutes, we rolled around in our leathers and made use of his toys. I paraded him around the apartment with his favourite mask and leash. I can't count how many times or how long I spent feasting on his round fuzzy ass. He even took it as a challenge when I fed him the black double-ended dildo, repeatedly asking how far it went inside him and telling me he's taken it further before. I'll never forget the words of desire when I stood over him as he was on his knees "look at you body, I need to worship you." And as we laid in bed rubbing our leathers against each other, he lusted "this is what man-to-man sex should be, I just wanna spend all night with you in the leathers, have you wearing your chaps and boots so I can shine them when I wake up in the middle of the night."

I made him earn his way up, shining my boots, chaps and grinding his face and tongue into the leather of my shorts. I loved it when he was ravenous worshipping the leather at my crotch and tasting my flesh when I stretched my legs creating a gap between the leather shorts and chaps. I unbuckled the codpiece releasing my dick and watched as he swallowed my meat.

And that ass... Being a big guy, Big Shot has these two big firm glutes (which can be said of all 24 year old butts) that I love eating out in different positions. Yet one difficulty with these buns I so love was that I had to really dig my fingers in his crack to spread them apart when fucking but it was worth it once I got it. I gave him my 7 inches in different positions and found that going in from the rear as he rested on his belly was the best for me.

Occassionally there are fucks in which the journey is more enjoyable than the destination and the fuck with Big Shot fell in this category. I can't remember how we shot our load but I do recall I squirted on to his body and smeared it over his chest as he stroked out his load.

I agreed to spend the night even though I paid for my hotel room (which bugged me as I feel I wasted a night). Being realistic, we removed our leathers and I slept in the nude as he rested in white boxer briefs. We cuddled for a bit before I felt his deep breathes onto my arm.

I get nervous and actually never sleep very well in a foreign bed not to mention with a warm body I have the hots for. Still half asleep around 8 A.M. I turned to spoon him, wrapping around his big yet increasingly sexy body and reaching down to his semi-erect boner. I woke him up nibbling on the nape of his neck and we turned around to kiss and suck then he paused to go to the toilet. I stood at the edge of the bed and leaned down to slap my dick in his mouth, oiur bodies perpendicular, as he sucked on. We just laid next to each other as we kissed and he stroked himself to orgasm, commenting "so this is vanilla!?" I didn't cum but just enjoyed the intimacy and kissing with him.

I got to know him a bit better as he played tour guide on Saturday, driving up to Malibu and zipping through the winding canyons in his car. After lunch and further drive in the valley, he dropped me off in the afternoon.

I know I said I would talk less sex and more of what I feel. I'm not a sex machine, I have feelings too and this time its feelings towards Big Shot. It'll be on the next post.

More Than a Fuck Part 1

2008-08-11T14:18:00.005-04:00

I wrote half a page for this post on Writely thinking that I had saved it and I didn't. So now I'm starting over but my first draft was too long and contained too much background information which in retrospect would've been boring for readers and for me writing it. I've decided to cut to the chase in this second draft.

I met Big Shot in L.A. the last weekend of July. Acting as a host, we went out for dinner on Friday and he showed me around town Saturday which enabled me to get to know him a little better, more than just a fuck. Our first encounter in February was merely a fuck, a very hot and memorable one at that. The first impression he gave me when he picked me up at the hotel Friday for dinner in his car was cool, as in a formal 'nice to meet you' attitude. Not one I expected given that we had a great fuck and the sexual friendly tones of our messages.

Since he booked the restaurant and I had no clue where we were going, I followed him once we parked in the garage, walking next to him and at times a few steps behind to check out his ass, one big round butt I have, to this day, many impure thoughts of. Standing 5'11", he's considerably taller than my 5'7" and walked confidently with wide firm steps, casting doubts on me how submissive he really is or the real reason he desired to be passive because I saw a different person just during that 3 minute walk. The confidence continued over dinner as he talked about his ambitions, learning that he came from a good background. Normally, given the sexual nature of our acquaintance, I am usually quite flirty with guys, throwing occasional sexual innuendos plus some body contact but he behaved so asexual and serious that the most I did was a slap on his back or fist bump on his shoulder. It's not like he tried to be straight, because we talked about gay clubs in WeHo, going to Pride, and him wanting to lose 30 lbs to 185lbs by year-end to compete with all the boys in WeHo. I told him casually, not even lasciviously, he was just fine and I wouldn't want him any other way. He's totally out but one I describe as 'cool' and very mature for his 24 years old.

I was a bit upset when he mentioned that he had parties to attend Saturday night and that he had to fly home on a family call Sunday morning. Before booking my travel, we messaged and talked about meeting and I specifically asked him if he wanted to meet in L.A. then maybe head to Palm Springs together and the other option was to meet in Palm Springs to where he would ride his bike. Images of us rolling around in leather under the desert heat and my tongue over his sweaty flesh plushis bike were so tempting. Pressed which he would prefer, he repeated "it's up to you." But I decided to meet in L.A. thinking that would give us room to back away from each other if we didn't click whereas we'd be in an awkward situation if we didn't get along in Palm Springs - I would feel bad if he just drove off. Remember we only met once in February late night as a fuck, I only know him as a pig who loves spit shining leathers and taking orders. I had planned on hanging out Friday and Saturday with him in L.A. then onto Palm Springs together if we clicked, or just myself otherwise. I wouldn't be in L.A. if it weren't for him since I detest that big spread of land. Not wanting to ruin my own fun and standing from his point of view, I thought to myself that he had no obligation to me since I would hardly call us friends yet, even though we did talk about spending time together and him showing me the sights, bars, and whatever was hot in L.A.

Though we had talked about the bars after dinner, we opted to go straight to his apartment for wine and play. He had the apartment to himself that night and had messaged me "don't forget to bring your stuff in case we come straight back to mine" before picking me up so I had my leather gear ready. He gave me a tour of his pad and showed me some gadgets, remaining physically distant throughout and I knew I had to make the move, putting down the wine glass and leaning over to kiss him across the sofa.

OMG, that kissing was amazing, out of the world amazing. There are two types of kisses, one that you have to think about and even though you're enjoying it, you're thinking about what to do next in the back of your mind. Then there's the exhilarating ones where you totally lose yourself and want to immerse yourself with the other guy, the tongue action so intense as if he was gonna suck me into him. Kissing with BigShot certainly belonged to the latter, my hands ran under his t-shirt to explore his big fuzzy body and holding his head in at times just so I can get my tongue deeper into his.

Continue in Part 2

HungJockkp

2008-08-06T14:07:00.003-04:00

Before I left for California, I met this 23 year old 6'1" hunk on Manhunt. By hunk, he wasn't a body builder but was a big slab of meat, a very sexy one. I almost felt he was out of my league but he was the one who initiated the messaging. As with most online hook-ups, I never know if the other party is gonna flake out til the last minute. During the several days of our communication, he was so keen to make it happen. He had just rushed home from work when we met at 18:00 on a Friday.

He received me in his cargo pants and tee and immediately moved to his room. There was little space to maneouver in the room so I wasted no time and started the kissing. He was a great kisser which is critical for me and we went thru the motions, tasting his big body and sucking each other. And he loved sucking, chowing down my meat as he sat at the edge of the bed and asking me to lay on top of him and drill my boner in his mouth. I laid him down to suck his 8" with his legs hanging off the edge of the mattress. Even though we were clear we're both tops, my finger and tongue couldn't resist rolling around his fuzzy pucker but he held his legs in tight and I got the hint. So we got back to the sucking, feeding him my boner and coming near his jaw and neck followed by his load all over his torso. At the door, he said he noticed my attempt at his asshole but he said he wasn't fresh down there, having sweated all day and running home. Promising he's let me go there the next time we meet. Coincidentally, he works at an adult online company I twice interviewed at.

I've even messaged him last week saying I was open for a repeat but no response. Surfing Rentboy today, I found he very recently made himself available as an escort charging 250$ a piece. It's definitely an ego booster knowing what others have to pay for, I got for free. Over at Manhunt, I noticed he's removed his profile.

HungJockkp Rentboy profile
I never post pictures of my hook-ups unless they post themselves prominently in a public domain. I can't remember his name now.

Change of Blog Direction

2008-08-02T17:17:00.002-04:00

As with most bloggers, my interest in blogging as diminished since I started, more so the past 6 months. I've been blogging my sexcapades, and sex is sex after all, which I fear becaomes rather mundane after a while for both readers and myself.

It's become rather procedural: the hunt, arranging the meet, kiss, suck, rim, fuck, armpits and leather. At least that's my taste.

There are things I want to talk about, the major thought occupying my heart and head is something about Big Shot since our meeting in L.A. last week. Plus other gay and probably personal emotions that I don't share with anybody yet but want to record it and get some suggestions or feedback.

So I have decided that to change the direction of the blog. The sex will be reduced, replaced with a greater dose of my emotions and thoughts.

2008 Photos of Me

2008-08-02T16:57:00.005-04:00

I admit I'm quite an exhibitionist and it's been a while since I last posted anything of myself. Here are a few pictures of yours truly taken by a photographer when I was in the Bay Area in July 2008.

Doing Brandon for the Last Time

2008-08-02T16:26:00.005-04:00

So I didn't have time to go to the gym the following day and therefore probably missed a hot fuck in the steam room with 29 year old Mike. I hit the gym the same time two days later with hopes that he'd be there but no such luck plus the steam room was closed for repairs so I wouldn't have had a place to get frisky.

But I did meet Brandon, a guy with the same stats as myself (5'7" 160lbs muscular asian, though I'd say he's 5'5") whom I met back in February. When we first hooked-up in February, he had these really hot pics of himself flaunting six-pack abs and a chiseled jaw, giving off a tough demeanor to match his 'claim' to being a strict dominant top.

When we met, he had gained a few crucial pounds enough to cover his six pack leaving only a hint of his abdominal muscules if one looked hard enough, but I didn't care cuz the guy got into the verbal sweaty scene I was seeking. I wrote he 'claim to being a strict dominant top' because when I we met at his apartment last time, this dominant top was more versatile than he proclaimed over the phone and thru our messages. I knew we were both tops and more dominating but I conceded that I may be flexible under the right circustances. Shortly after we started kissing and feeling up each others' bodies, it was obvious I was to take control. Holding him down to suck me off, slurping over our muscles and armpits. He just admired my rock hard boner throughout. At one point as he was on his knees looking upward to my shaft, he blurted out "this is amazing." I held his nose inches from my meat teasing him as his eyes rolled in admiration. Then he asked me to step backwards so he can take in the full view. I moved back a few paces for him and ordered him "crawl and beg for this cock til you deserve it." And that he did, then gripping my boner in his palm and licking on my nuts and head.

No matter what I did, he failed to stay hard even when I sucked him off, kissed him. After a while, my cum was boiling ready to erupt and so I just sat on the couch holding his lips to mind as I squeezed my load out. He couldn't get hard or cum and kept saying "it's such a waste."

One peculiarity about this guy is he asked the exact questions that I answered online of what I got into. I suspect he has amnesia because during the last meet and this time, I had to repeat what I was seeking even tough I made it very clear in our messages and my profile.

This time, he's got a boyfriend which he says 'we're seeing each other for 5 weeks now.' By the way, what's with this new stage 'we're seeing each other.' If you've been fucking for 5 weeks, just say you're boyfriends, commitment-phobes! In my eyes, you're either friends who fuck or boyfriends, this no man's land of 'we're seeing' is pointless.

Anyways, I had to repeat on the phone I wanted to suck and watch him beg and suck my dick as he did last time. Brandon claimed that he can't be submissive in front of his boi. I thought to myself 'sucking dick doesn't make you any less manly.' Then he said his 'boi' was totally into mansmells which I loved and so I didn't shower after the gym, wearing a rank Bike jockstrap I sweated in.

His new 'boi' Tino wasn't that hot and I was shocked by the change in Brandon's body when he rolled his tee over his head. Not only were there no six pack, a layer of lipid protruded and overhung his waistline causing a crease a few inches below his belly button. When Tino stepped away, Brandon asked 'is he ok?' I grudgingly said yes. As much as I appreciate a guy's physical attributes, I am more interested in the chemistry and mind so we moved forward. Plus, I wasn't going to turn down this guy after driving 50 minutes to him.

Brandon and I began on the sofa, locking in each others' heads to kiss but a withdrawn one as he was reluctant to extend his tongue. Half a minute of this, he motioned Tino onto his knees to taste my body and armpits and the guy was in heaven. Yet the wole 3-way was so mechanical as Brandon and I had to direct every move for Tino. The passion between Brandon and I from our last rendez-vous had evaporated as he was busy directing and I suspect preocccupied with keeping up his dominant demeanor in front of his boi. After a while, I finally got Brandon to suck my dick briefly in front of Tino. I just didn't see much fun left in the scene and decided to let myself go as Tino jacked me off. I warned him once I could cum and Brandon shouted for me to hold back cuz it was too soon. I gave it a few more minutes and just shot my load onto Tino's hand. Brandon followed suit, Tino stroking him and blowing his load over his own pecs and splattered on his ~~abs~~ belly. Tino didn't get hard and I didn't care.

I was in there for 30 minutes and concluded as I walked down the hallway that I wouldn't hook up again with these guys. Brandon is just weird, repeatedly asking what I was into and as hot as he looked in his photos, his lack of confidence and trying too hard to be assertive when in wasn't in him was not appealing. The whole scenario was so rigid, lacking fluidity that it became a chore more than fun.

Cruising the Locker Room

2008-07-23T03:11:00.001-04:00

One thing I love about guys in San Francisco is that everyone is so much more direct and open about sex than Toronto. Torontonians are such prudes, wrapped securely in their towels and everyone just eyes each other with no action because either they're scared they'd be caught or refusing to manhandle a guy unless he's gonna be the father of his children.

After 45 minutes of cardio and 1 hour weights, I hit the locker room at Gold's Gym San Mateo at 13:15. Being in the suburb, I knew it wouldn't be like the Golds in San Francisco where sex is guaranteed in the locker rooms. Without rinsing down myself, I hung my towel outside the steam room and entered naked sitting myself next to a middle age latino even though there was plenty of empty space. It was one of those moments I was horny and didn't care about looks that much. The guy was no prize but I immediately alerted his gaydar that he ran his finger over his nipples and started rubbing his meat in no time. I saw he was playing with himself and checking me out from the corner of my eye so my dick just stood up from the attention. I stroked myself a bit to get rock hard and showed him the good but there was no reaction. Seeing that he was probably shy, I reached over to give his boner a tuck hoping I get some action or a hot tongue on me. I'm no size queen but there wasn't much to grab onto, 5" average thickness, so I let go as another guy entered the steam room.

The irony of steam rooms is that it's hot for sex but too hot when you're in there for 10 minutes and the steam billows makng the room too hot for comfort and a bone kill. Unsure of the new entrant, I went out to cool down and returned to the steam room with the same scene. I wasn't really drooling about the latino and therefore decided to take off. When drying myself after the shower, a tall 5'10" beefy guy in a baseball cap with a grey Army t-shirt clenched to his thick muscles just stared at me.

I had no idea what to expect or how to respond to him because he didn't look like he was cruising, just more like he was appreciating my body. I moved away to give myself a few seconds to think of a plan. Returning to the point where we made our eye contact, I saw him stepping out from the steam room presumably he was curious what was inside or what goes on in there. He approached me at the sinks and loitered for a few seconds too long allowing me to appreciate his Asian-Caucasian mix looks then I struck up conversation about his build and working out. Asking how he put on the mass, the guy weighing 225 lbs eats 8 times a day. Really, who has time for that? At 5 times at day, I find it a burden and he's a lawyer. At 29, he shound have similar biology to me, making it hopeful that I can achieve his mass. And I thought to myself, I'm here only for 3 more days and need to make it happen if I want to go further with him. I asked if he lived nearby, making it evident that I'd love go to his place and added that I would be around only for three more days. He shrugged me off or I didn't hear his answer. I cornered him to lift his shirt up and show me his torso, but he was shy when others were around and led me in front of the mirrors when the coast was clear to show me his tight build with hints of abs. I ran out of topics and said our byes as he went to work out.

I re-visited the steam room again foir one last check just cuz I was damn horny. A short beefy guy sat with an obvious boner. I reached over and gripped his 8" thick hairy piece and ran my tongue on it. He sat with both knees in front of his chest cuz he was shy and scared of being seen with a boner in case someone entered, but it limited my access. I stood up for a very hot kiss with him, whilst running my hand over his thick boner and teasing his hairy pucker. He jacked me for a bit but it wasn't going anywhere and someone came in so I whispered for him to come out to the showers. The hairy buck was in his mid 30s and the same height as my 5'6" but such a cute smile. I asked point blank "so where are we going?" He smiled and said he works arund here, that's it. So I bid my farewell.

Determined as I am, I went up to the gym floor after changing to seek Mike the 29 year old beefy lawyer before leaving hoping to ask him for his digits. I approached him to ask for his number, he turned his gaze away and mumbled "I can't talk, my girlfriend is here."

I haven't hit on a straight boy in a long time. He added "I'll see you tomorrow." I wanted to make sure we would meet again and I stated I'd be around tomorrow 13:30 and I can't wait.

I Want This NOW

2008-07-10T13:33:00.004-04:00

I just came across this photo and it got me drooling.
Who would've guess, this pretty 22 year old bisexual is an aspiring pornogarpher in L.A. Sadly, he's married, according to his MySpace.
Daniel UNK Model Mayhem profile

Big Shot

2008-07-08T21:19:00.007-04:00

I've been slacking off my blog lately just cuz I haven't felt the urge to share, sorry.

I met up with a 23 year old guy when I was in L.A. in February. As opposed to some guys who have a type, I don't, the only requirement is that they be a Man and not a boy. And let's call the guy Big Shot, a name which will become clear later.

Big Shot and I had been chatting for several months prior to the meet and he was actually the one who messaged in ecstasy me when he saw I would be in his hood:

Do my eyes trick me? Tell me we'll be able to find some time for me to be on my knees in chaps and a mask worshiping your boots and leather as you use me to your hearts content...

This message and his sweet smiles in his profile ensured that I'd make time for him. We had planned to meet the Saturday night when I arrived but I missed my flight and he got a cold so it didn't happen. I had a few days to myself before my family arrived but the guy was in no shape to meet. I gave up thinking that it wasn't gonna happen as I was tied up with family and he even took off to Arizona for a few days to cover Superbowl for work.

Somehow we pulled through and arranged to meet the following Saturday. When I was late, he even SMSed me "you want me to really beg for it don't you?" I knew then we were gonna have a blast. He gave me the entry code to his apartment building located in a pretty nice neighbourhood, he left the door ajar and I opened to see him awaiting me in a black t-shirt and Harley chaps over a leather thong and boots. He carried that sincere sweet smile that grabbed me in his profile. He addressed me "How are you Sir?" and I just went up and kissed him on the lips and turned him around to inspect his ass, just cuz I'm an asshound.

Inside his room, the master bedroom, I first slipped on his roommate's leather chaps, which fit me so well, plus my boots and then he introduced me to a dozen or so pieces of toys from nipple clamps to a face mask with funnel. I've always applauded the creativity of men who came up with these toys for fucking. From our messages, I knew immediately what I'd utilise. I leaned over to kill off the small talk cuz nothing gets me hard as fast as a hot sloppy kisser and Big Shot was one. My hands explored his body and lifted his t-shirt over his head to get a taste of him. My first trick was blindfolding him with his hood and clamped his dollar-size nipples. With the mouth of his hood open, I made him verbalise his desires as I played with his body and tucked on the nipple clamps drawing out wimpers. The guy was really into it as his cock was tenting his pouch. For the next two hours we had a passionate piggy leather fuck that included blowing each other and receiving a good spit shine on my boots and chaps knowing it was his biggest turn-on. I attempted the mask with funnel for the purpose of water sports but I could get the bite properly onto his mouth and we abandoned that. When I came to his ass, I feasted on one big piece of meat, as well as sucking his 8 incher. I threw his legs in the air as I slid inside him and leaned over to kiss and dirty talk to him as I fucked and erupted over his belly followed shortly by his load. He was one of the few fucks that I felt like cuddling afterwards and he even questioned 'so you're a cuddler?'

Big Shot was big in several ways, besides standing 5'11", I found out over pillow talk he weighed 225 lbs and had gained 30 lbs in the 6 prior months. He was the model of obesity. But that didn't bother me. He acknowledges he's overweight but he's ok with it now. The guy had just purchased the apartment 6 months ago and my Zillow investigation showed it to be a $900k unit. In addition to his leather toys, he has a motorbike, sports car and a boat. For a 23 year old, it's quite a feat.

I was so glad we made the effort to meet. As I said, I don't have a type. I don't think I've shagged a guy his size but it's always the guy's face and attitude that attracts me than merely the body. We've connected on Facebook since and he noticed that I am attached but we agree it's a non-issue given our distance and circumstance. I'm planning at trip to San Francisco this summer and I'm really trying to make a detour to L.A. just to meet up with him again. I can't count how many times I've read his profile and pictures which cause me to salivate all the time.

Where Is this Going With MacKenzie?

2008-05-22T13:21:00.002-04:00

When I left MacKenzie at Remington's, I was so in love that I told him I'd return the following week. Things got in then way and I was only able to return two weekends later. I arrived 21h30, 30 minutes after the night shift began and waited for him to show up. I had waited 45 minutes when he strolls in dressed in his Abercrombie-esque style. He walked past me to the changing rooms and re-appeared several minutes later wearing a white Aussie Bum square trunks.

Making sure I didn't waste any more time waiting, I extended my arm out as he passed me to get his attention. I pretended I didn't remember his name so as not to seem too desperate, taking 5 seconds to draw it out, when in reality I had been lusting after him since the last meet. He immediately remembered my name and said "you said you'd return in one week, it's been 2 weeks now." I lit up like a little kid, this guy remembers me and had been waiting. After a few exchanges that he thought Torontonians are boring, which I concurred, we moved to the private booths. As he mounted the stairs ahead of me, I hooked my finger onto his waistband to catch a glimpse of his butt and he was wearing a white thong underneath. I love guys in thong more than anything and didn't hesitate to tell him that.

We went thru the same stuff as last time in the booth, him teasing me, breathing into the nape of my neck and telling me he's a lucky guy to have a hot guy like myself. I swiftly stripped his shorts during the first song and cupped the 2 mounds of glutes in my face separated by the white thong he wore. I ran my nose over the two mounds before he lowered himself onto my laps whereby I switched to kissing his back and running my hand all over his body. The kissing was not as passionate as last time but he still tasted so good. The guy is pretty secretive about himself, he refused to answer when I asked where he's living in town.

I whined "I'm not a stalker, just wondering if you're far away or not" and he gave me the neighbourhood that's a 15 minute walk away.

I yanked down his thong to carress his cock and ass, tasting his dick and nuts on the way, and continued "so where are we going with this?" I then pressed for his telephone number and he said "I don't give it out" despite my reminder he promised it to me last time. It didn't deter me from fliding my finger around his asshole, rubbing on his tight hairless pucker. He ground onto my crotch facing me as we talked like long lost lovers and whispered into each others' ears. At one point, I grabbed his white thong and put it to my nose taking in the aroma. He's definitely a 10 on my scale but there's a limit to what we could do and I called the end after 3 sounds. To avoid the confusion from last time, I confirmed that we had 3 songs and he said "pay me whatever you want" in a a cavalier tone. I had a 50 and a 20 on me so I paid him the 70, 10$ more the fee for 3 songs.

I returned to my seat to check out the others and MacKenzie flirting with the other patrons. When he passed by me, he said "it's a dead night, I'm going home." In no way did that sound like an invitation and I waited til he changed into his street clothes. I said bye to him at the door as he chatted with another gay dancer about the parties of the previous weekend. I waited outside for a few minutes thinking that I'd offer him a ride but he hadn't come out. When I retrieved my car and drove past the front, he was out chatting with other dancers and smoking and I decided against the offer, which would make me a stalker.

The conclusion is that I've spent 150$ on MacKenzie so far and have yet to get his number as I wanted. And he has not hinted he would have a private with me, for money or otherwise. The going rate for an escort (sugar coated term for prostitute) is 200 or 250$ and I'm more than halfway there with nothing to show for it. However much I have the hots for him, my sanity questions whether I should throw good money after bad money. Or would further spending on MacKenzie lead to something - friendship, free shag, or private session? To be honest, I know the two most probable outcomes are going nowhere or having to pay for a private session with him.

Lost Passion

2008-05-20T14:58:00.003-04:00

There's this guy I was meeting since last December I haven't posted. Most internet hook-ups never happen but we were patient and met on my birthday, 2 months after initial communication.

It's funny how I can be attracted to a guy by a particular thing. In this case, Todd was dressed head to toe leather in his profile and wore crotch high Wesco Big Boss boots that give me a boner every time I see a guy in them. My curiousity and lust for his leather was so strong that I was willing to meet without his face pic.

The leather and the boots were such a turn-on and he asserted his role at the start of our communication that I had no choice but be the sub and surrender myself to this guy. When he walked in at the first meeting, I stood facing a wall as instructed so he could blindfold and handcuff me as he changed into his leathers. I got rock hard from the suspense. When the blinders came off, a 5'10" 185lbs (overweight type) man in head to toe leather with a hood stood in front of me making me his leather slut. I stood there in my engineer boots plus my Mr. S leather chaps with a leather thong ready to be his muscle slave.

This guy really knew how to get into my head, he made me do some things I didn't think were possible. He brought a large suitcase full of toys and tortured me with his nipple clamps, mouth gag, ball stretcher, paddle and whips. I was totally in a different headspace, all I wanted was to please this guy that I took it all. I even bent over for him to shove a COLT 6" black butt plug up my ass, I moaned and wimpered a bit cuz it's been 10 years since I last rode a dildo or butt plug, and finally took it all in after about 10 minutes of back and forth. Never once did I ponder giving up. He even made me walk around with the plug up my ass and I was dripping rock hard throughout. I finally had to squeeze it out as he made me perform other duties. I was looked into a CB chastity device for the first time and I was raging hard and dripping as he snapped away. He even took a few pictures of me on my fours with the mouth gag on and him riding me like a horse, with a crop in hand.

My treat was the chance to spit shine his Wesco boots and slurp on his 5.5" meat I retrieved from his codpiece underchaps. He said everything right to push my buttons and I exploded with one huge orgasm. He tried to coax me into swallowing his load as we marched towards the apex but that one was hard line I drew. When he came, I stood behind him twisting his nipples as he erupted onto the floor in front.

It was one of the longest fucks I've had in a while, it had been 3 hours when I got the rag to wipe off the cum and another 30 minutes for him to wrap up his gear. I was disappointed when he took off his hood and leathers that the man was way older than the 45 years old he advertised, he said he was 53 when I asked. The UnderArmour shirt he wore held his weight in. He admitted during our conversation that his ability to meet guy would drastically diminish if he was forthright with his age and body on his profile. It was true, if he had revealed his real statistics, I would've likely declined. I overlooked the physical imperfections because the mental connection was so strong.

We communicated on email after the shag, both of us posting the pictures we took. Like a crush, I felt a thrill just talking to the guy. I expressed my innate desire to dominate and it would be amazing if we could find a third who would be the sub and I would act as my master's executor, ensuring the sub would serve the master and me correctly. I'm just not that submissive when it comes down to it but Todd had the toys and said the right things that made me give up. So the ideal situation for us would be a 3-way in which I could use the third.

We met the 2nd time in January and things were just as exciting but the passion disappated in our last rendez-vous in April. He called me last minute and I hosted him the same night. From the get-go, I didn't feel the intense desire to meet as I had before. I know there's part of me that is enticed by the novelty of a new fuck and that novelty was wearing off. I mentioned at the beginning that I wanted a simple suck without the toys or hardcore play as before. I just wanted to suck his dick, lick his boots and I didn't hide it very well when I pulled back every time he kissed me. The second issue I had deep down was I felt being used. Yes, I know that as a sub, I was supposed to be used but I felt he was leading me on with the promise of a third that never materialised to keep me around to play with him. Is there really the 'third' that he said he was already playing with? Thirdly, the thing that really kills my interest in a fuck is knowing too much about him, Todd talked a lot over the phone and after fuck. All I want from a fuck is how he fucks, the more I know about him, the less interesting he becomes to fuck, I care less about his private life.

The third fuck was almost miserable, lasting an hour or so and we haven't communicated since.

In Love with a Stripper

2008-04-15T13:13:00.006-04:00

Unfulfilled from the sex party, I hit the local strip joint Remington's that night with a friend. I was intent on having a dance with my favourite dancer I discovered in December named Jagger, a 27 year old bodybuilder at 6'2" 260lbs. The guy is real talkative and friendly and smart that he never asks for dancers from me but chats me up and waits for me to ask him.

Life is all about timing. Jagger walked pass me as I wanted a dance with him and a dancer named MacKenzie goes on stage and I was totally enamoured by this fellow who looks similar to to the guy below and I later learned 24 years old 5'10" 182 lbs. He was so flirty on stage even my friend mentioned that he would be trouble. Strippers usually don't flirt with younger clients like myself because they assume we have less money to spend compared to older guys. Knowing this and afraid I'd miss my chance, I went right up to the stage and told him "can you make sure I get a dance with you afterwards?"

The two of us immediately went to the private cabins upstairs after his number on stage. The guy was great at flirting as he complimented me on my looks.

"You're very beautiful!

"What are you talking about? You are too!"

With his hands all over my chest, he answered "yeah, but all the guys I dance for are old fat guys, I don't get to play with guy like yourself."

He was stroking himself through the cotton of his underwear and he was at full mast within 30 seconds. Not even a minute after I settled down, he planted his lips on mind and we frenched. I don't know if it was part of his flirting to lead me to the fantasy or he was genuinely interested, he questioned if I had a boyfriend. I'm pretty honest in these situations and told him yes and he sounded disappointed letting out an "ohhh."

Then I answered his next question with a question when he asked if I was top or bottom.

I asked "why do you ask. What are you?"

He whispered in my ear "I'm a big bottom but I'd love to fuck you too."

My eyes lit up "fuck! I love eating ass, especially your ass, and to fuck."

For the next 20 minutes I explored every inch of his body and he kept grabbing my boner thru my pants. It was as good as real sex we kissed passionately and dirty talked, me telling him the things I'd do with him. I sucked him and got a taste of his hairless asscrack. Repeating "I eat your ass out 'til it quivers and you beg for my dick up your ass." He squated in front of me, grinding onto my boner thru my jeans as we kissed and I nibbled on his ears and neck.

I wanted to take it home as there were only so many things we could do in the cabin. I asked him for his number and what he was doing after work but he wasn't giving it up that easily, saying he'd give it to me next time. He had only moved to Toronto for a week from Montréal and it was his second weekend dancing, he said he didn't wannt give out his number to the first guy - whatever that means. To be honest, I was ready to take him home for more fun, either as a trick or I was even wiling to pay him for a private but I didn't say that to give it away. I was trying to see if I could get him for free.

I called the end after 3 songs and continued the kissing and chatting til I doled out the cash. He said it was 5 songs and I insisted that it was 3 when I stopped but would be 4 since we had been chatting. That's the problem with these strip joints, the DJ blends the songs from one to the next and it's easy to forget or get confused leading to disagreements.

But when I was doine and met my friend, I held my hand to my chest and declared "I'm in love." Aside from the fact I was a john and it was his job to flirt with me, I felt MacKenzie was somewhat interested in me plus that he's gay (80% of strippers are straight) was a bonus. I don't care for straight guys. I am not foolish enough to think that he'd fall for me given his line fo work but I'm heading back soon to see if I can get him in bed.

I went home and jacked off that night and the next morning envisioning him next to me.

Saying No

2008-04-12T11:38:00.000-04:00

I was invited to a party on Manhunt last Saturday. I had been piondering whether to go for 2 hours and decided to check the joint out at then last minute of the 2 hour window for entry.

A 50 year old man with a light belly opened the door for me. I knew nothing much was gonna happen from my initial 10 second scan, it was a mix crowd but not one I fancy. Several guys were pulling on their shoes heading out as I put my coat down. Most of the guys cruised up and down the house in their underwears and it wasn't a pretty sight, so seeing that nothing exciting was gonna happen, I decided to leave my clothes on with the permission of the host.

I mounted the two other floors of the townhouse and saw some guys fooling around but none that interested me enough til I crossed paths with this tall 40 year old fit black guy. We retreated to a bathroom where we kissed and I sucked on his 8 incher that never stood erect (another statistic for my theory that hung guys don't stand up), I pulled my pants up in 5 minutes as it just wasn't happening.

I descended towards the exit and felt harassed by this 35 skinny Chinese with ugly underwear as he complimented my looks and proceeded to feel me up even though I didn't return his flirting. A guy was right at the door waiting to enter as I stepped out and he reaffirmed my decision to leave cuz he was no prize.

In my younger days, I would've loitered in these situations with hopes that I would meet a hunk for fun. Oftentimes, I'd end up fucking around with a so-so guy just to get my rocks off and hitting myself on the head for wasting hours for a crappy fuck that I could've had a home with my right hand. I'm proud that I walked out of the scenario within 20 minutes, not wasting anymore time than I had already.

It used to be "hope springs eternal" and now it's "Don't throw good money after bad money."

Got the Hint

2008-03-11T11:01:00.003-04:00

I saw Safe And Wild on Manhunt today and tried to initiate a hook-up, I've been on a dry spell since returning from San Francisco a month ago. It's to the point my nuts are boiling and I get the tingling sense in my balls.

I was pretty explicit stating I haven't fucked in a while:
...nothing exciting but haven't fucked with a hot body in a month.

And he replied:
i haven't hookedup for a while too....i guess i am more interested in
dating these days than hookingup....i acctually went out on couple of dates from this web site and it was not bad

I SMSed him a few months ago to fuck but was turned down with a lame excuse he had a dinner party to host and this reply today pretty much gives me closure and told me to move on. Come on, who really finds dates on Manhunt?

70$ Mistake

2008-03-01T18:37:00.000-05:00

I met Luke in the morning after I hit the gym when I was in L.A. at the beginning of the month. I arrived early at his place located on a trashy street in North Hollywood, the kind of neighbourhood where sidewalks are unpaved and metal bars encased his windows.

But there was no turning back at this time cuz I was horny after the gym and I wanted to pursue the 'white sk8ter punk' he posted as on Craigslist. Luke looked exactly like his photos, about 5'10" 155lbs scruffy flat face, slightly tilted to the left. After a minute of brief chit-chat, he let me know he wasn't sweaty or musky as I asked during our emails but I was definitely cool.

I ran my hands all over his body as we kissed sloppily in his living room. Our raging boners rubbed against each other thru the fabric of our pants and it was getting in the way so I moved into the bedroom where I ravaged his armpits and stripped him down to his worn black Bike jockstrap, a garment I requested. I savoured every bit of his body and admired his piercings like a piece of art, especially when his P.A. poked thru the fabric of the jock pouch. I hurrily drew the 7 incher out and looked in amazement before chomping it down as my breakfast sausage. I naturally moved down to his fuzzy pucker, loosening it with my tongue then a few lubed fingers. Luke was rock hard from the stimulation and I swung around to feed him my boner to prep it for action. He turned his head sideways and gave me a very boner inducing sucking, I complimented him for the great job.

I couldn't wait any longer, I wrapped up and threw his leg of my shoulder. I didn't even tease his hole, I just aimed at the gate and he guided me in. Being the piggy fucker I am, I leaned over to kiss him, dirty talked to him with words as 'pussy, pig.' Seeing that he had trouble grasping his boner with his knees by his head, I reached down and stroked the hard meat with my lubed hands. I took him on his back, sideways, and his one leg in the air which turned out the best so he had free room to rub his cock. Sweat was building up as fast as the cum on my penis and I twice held back.

I told him I was close. Luke let me know he was there in a half informing and questioning tone, I replied for him to ahead without a word by pounding even harder until he eventually relented, shooting the load over his hands and dribbling down to his abs. I pulled out and picked up Luke's black Bike jock and inhaled a few deep breathes to milk out my orgasm, blowing my 4 deays load over his pecs.

After the shower, we said our good-byes until he asked for his fee. My jaw dropped, I had no idea he was an escort even though I knew he was a pornstar of gay and straight films. I honestly was no aware. I must have of replied to his ad when I browsed thru Craigslist escort section, mistaken it for a regular M4M ad. I asked his fee, which was a $100 and I confessed I didn't know he was escorting and produced the 30$ I had. Luke accepted it and reminded me to beware which section I was surfing on Craigslist.

Looking back, no wonder he was so respnsive in his emails with details and mroe pictures and so accomodating to meet me at 9 a.m. even though he had an Adult Industry Medical Test at 11.

I have no problem paying for tricks but this was an honest mistake.

Double Fucking Neighbours

2008-02-18T15:29:00.000-05:00

This was something that happened in December.

I met a couple at their condo one late Saturday night for a blowjob. They had a nice 2 bedroom pad with sweeping views of the city but were totally anal, offering to hang my coat up (what's the point of that when I'm there for a quickie)
and making sure I put my glass of water on the coaster.

They were both mediocre in the looks or body departments but they were offering the blowjob I wanted, what better way then two tongues going at it. As I was made
out with the Asian and his white boyfriend descended to his knees to caress my growing boner. Somehow, he looked at his boyfriend and mumbled a few words quickly, the Asian boyfriend relayed to me "your foreskin smells, you can go shower there." I insisted on rinsing the head at the sink cuz a shower would totally destroy the mood. I climbed onto their bed when my knob was fresh and stroked my semi-erect piece out for them. The two knelt before that 7.5 incher and took turns at my nuts and shaft, stroking the piece, and taking my feedback as cue for the best angle. These two guys were boring and I didn't hold back when my load came rushing up, I held the head in place of whoever was sucking me and thrusted my hips faster, and pulled out to let it rip on their face and body when the moment came. It was a curt goodbye after I got dressed with no intention whatsoever that we'd do it again.

Looking at the oven clock, I was there for exactly 20 minutes. To my surprise, I received a SMS message on my phone an hour later asking me to come over again. I thought 'are you kidding, didn't you feel it sucked?' They sent a few more messages saying I was hot and they want it again. I thanked them for the compliment but declined and hit the sack.

Surfing Manhunt the next night, I got winked and messaged by this white-asian couple with similar stats. I was confused, the photos were similar (since I no longer had a clear memory of the guys from the previous night) but these guys had a hotter profile. When they revealed they lived in the same building as the guys from the previous night, I asked if one of them was Joe and it was a negative. I met them after hitting the gym that evening, and they lived in the unit right next door to the boring couple from the previous night. It was freaky, what are the chances of meeting two white-asian couples back-to-back who live right next to each other.

As with all threesomes I've encountered, there's always the odd one out as chemistry is stronger between two of the three participants, in my case it was with the white guy El. He was a tad shorter than me, so around 5'5", 145lbs of lean build with slight ab definitely and with total a baby face. Eric wasn't ugly or anything and I tried my best to be fair, kissing, sucking and fucking them, but I was intinctively drawn to El. Our kissing was a lot more passionate and I was so enamoured when they told me they re-read my preferences, making sure to put on sexy underwear and not smell of a fresh shower. I laughed and praised that they did their homework.

Things just flowed with this couple as I explored their every inch. Even though El never got hard or came, a problem he says he has with first timers, I fucked them both and watched Eric glide into El bareback (they're boyfriends). When I blew my wad, we laid down and chatted and found that El is an aethetician and amazing masseur, I've since patronised his services. When I proposed a fuck a few weeks later, El said that they've opened their relationship and Eric is cool with me and El fucking. So despite my best attempts at faking interest in the threesome, Eric realised he was the third wheel and wanted out.

Facial for Joe

2008-01-17T21:00:00.000-05:00

I came across this on Craigslist today.

New to this, and certainly want clean, safe, hot fun...... nsa. come over, jerk off with me and give me a hot facial... there's a 1st time for eveything and im so horny and ready.

im 25, goodlooking, 5 11, 165lbs, nice firm bod, mod hairy in the right places.. gimme a shout.

your pics get mine... ;)

As we e-mailed back and forth, Joe re-iterated that he just wanted a facial, nothing more, and I agreed. He had a handsome face which is paramount for me and it was one of those days in which I just wanted get my rocks off and didn't care if there was no fucking or oral. Joe was exactly as described when he opened the door, actually more handsome plus a femmish twist as he swayed his hips leading me into his unit. I thought he was straight or curious when I read 'new to this' but judging by the clothing and hips, he was as gay as they come.

For me, a handsome face or a twisted mind are the biggest turn-on and femmish guys don't bother me at all. In fact, it exudes confidence of one's sexuality which is a lot more sexy than any tough or straight pretenses.

Though a guy of few words, Joe was a great kisser as we laid on the bed jacking ourselves. I was rock hard within 2 minutes of kissing and stripped off my boxer briefs to show him the good. Given his demand for a simple shag, we spent most of the time kissing without forgetting to compliment him on his tongue twisting skill. I was thinking of ways to bring things further without scaring him so I took over things as I pinned his arms over his head and rolled my tongue over his light hairy body and 7" boner.

He popped "are you a top?" I replied in the affirmative took it as a hint he wanted to get his ass tapped. But he resisted spreading his legs when I tried to access his furry hole thereby limiting me to jacking off.

I moved back next to him as we stroked and kissed simultaneously, til I knelt next to him with his tongue on my nuts and I milked my load on his face. He blew his load seconds after he felt my jizz on his cheeks.

We both fessed we have boyfriends but I let him know I was open to doing it again.

Private Dances in Montréal

2008-01-06T17:41:00.000-05:00

I mentioned that I was in Montréal a few weeks ago, late November. It's one of my favourite cities in the world with its joie de vivre attitude and the multitude of strip joints, gay and straight, male and female. Of course, I frequent the gay ones. Strip joints is one of my vices, I'm not addicted to them but I make sure I enjoy when whenever I am in Montréal.

Having frequented strip joints for the past 8 years, I've heard from friends what happens behind the curtain during private dances. I've encountered some really distant dancers who push my hands away whenever they approach his ass or cock and I've had a dancer at Remington's in Toronto who fed me his boner and got so excited he shot in my mouth. This only happened once.

My favourite joint is Stock Bar, it's the biggest bar and is populated with muscle beefy guys in their 20s. I had a few dancers the first night, Friday, we were there but nothing interesting came out of it 'til I saw Alexis, a 5'9" 195lbs hunk of meat tattoo-ladened on both arms. We moved to the backroom for a private dance and I knew he would be loads of fun already halfway thru the first song. He gave one intimate dance brushing his lips against mine and kissing my neck. I kneaded his muscles and he was pulling a full hard-on before the first song ended. Seeing that he was so aroused, I wrapped my hand over his boner, stroking then sucking 8" shaved meat. He was enjoying it and started grinding it in my mouth then I turned him around, bent him over and tickled hs asshole for a bit. When I had tasted every bit of him, I didn't see how much further I cold go therefore I stopped the action after 3 songs and paid him his 60$.

We later went to bodybuilder oriented Campus, I had a few dancers but nothing interested happened. There was one who even brough his disinfectant for me to wash my hands before I could touch his body and didn't even allow my hands near his privates.

It was Saturday night that I got the biggest surprise and hottest dance at Stock Bar. I saw dancer 21-23 year old 6'0" 200lbs blond Marco on stage and knew I wanted him. I positioned myself so he would surely see me when done with his dance. We chatted for a few minutes and I clearly indicated my interest so we went back for a dance in the booths. Wow, was I in for a big surprise! Marco stripped down and flopped his boner in my face within the first song and when the song ended, he asked "do you want to start now?" Not sure what he meant, I agreed nonetheless. I never knew things could get so steamy in there, he fed me his 8" thick piece and I turned him around to feast his blond fuzzy pucker. He slid back against my fingers as they slipped inside, clearly enjoying the stimulation. For the subsequent 15 minutes, he sat on my dick and backed onto my 7.5" as we stood up. He was the one who kept aiming my dick up his ass. It was the hottest thing watching self-identified straight guy ride my dick but I promptly resisted as we didn't have a rubber. In the heat of the moment, I attempted to take his dick but being the crappy bottom I am, it didn't get far. I was so aroused by all that, I asked if he would blow his load, he said 'maybe' and I didn't wanna wait so I milked my load with his cock and balls in my mouth. The only thing he didn't do was kiss.

I love patronising strip joints and have done so since my early twenties but never did I know a dancer would go so far.

Above pictures are the dancers!

'Three O'

2007-12-15T17:35:00.000-05:00

I accepted the inevitable and changed my age in my profile to thirty. Well, it just happened. As opposed to most gays who fear the big 'three o,' I embrace the change. Well, it's not like my life changed on the day of my birthday but I am thankful I've made it thus far unscathed. I've gone through coming out in college, graduation, partied a bit in my 20s, explored my sexual preferances, and a great epiphany about 3 years ago thus learning to treasure time with loved ones.

I leave a decade most would consider the most sexually desirable, who doesn't wanna shag a 20 something, the decade of virility. I enter into one where I am more sure of myself and know that I want.

Punk in Leather

2007-12-15T11:53:00.000-05:00

I forgot where I located this but the punk in chaps and boots drive me wild like that.

Unexpected Drunken Threesome

2007-12-07T20:09:00.000-05:00

I've been busy with work and several boyfriend issues recently, lacking inspiration to blog and frankly, my sex life has been lacklustre. That was until two weekends ago when I was in Montréal but I'll write about that later.

I attempted to arrange a threeway, Boyfriend and I with an escort, when we were in London five years ago but the Boyfriend was not comfortable with the idea and it didn't fly. I brushed with the idea twice since then but didn't push it. Out of my own doing during this time, sex has decimated between us.

We've befriended a 26 year old hunky model named Jonathan these past few weeks, due to Boyfriend's working relationship and that he's new in the city temporarily. I say 90% of male models are straight but the first impression Jonathan gave indicated otherwise, I hypothesised 'straight but flexible.' Seeing his Facebook profile that he's interested in Male and Female, I confronted him and he revealed his bisexuality. I admit that I've always had the hots for Jonathan, the guy has a total 8 pack with great model looks without the arrogance. He capitalises on his looks but never presumptuous.

So we invited him over for dinner and drinks with several others last Friday night. I rarely drink but gave in to wine and even a few tequilas thru the night, giving me a good buzz to start shaking my ass. Everyone had left by midnight, leaving Jonathan with the boyfriend and I. Jonathan had been saying he wanted to drink since the afternoon and demanded "let's drink" as soon as the others left. Being the most sober of the three, I became the bartender, pouring the drinks. Seeing that he wanted to get drunk, I made sure their tequila shots were more than shots. I poured for them triple the amount as I did for myself, occassionally getting caught, with the ulterior motive that things would go further than a simple drunken night. We were dancing and laughing, they took their shirts off complaining it was hot and rolled mine over my head as well, that's when I knew things were getting steamy and it was more than a night of three drunks.

I stepped back to watch them dance since I was the most sober and I wanted to see what my Boyfriend would do. Within seconds, I saw Boyfriend making the moves on Jonathan, slipping his hands below the waist of Jonathan's jeans in the back as they waltzed to the music. Jonathan's hands rested on Boyfriend's pecs. They moved over to the window and Jonathan plopped onto a stool as Boyfriend spoke really close to him, or they were probably already necking cuz I was buzzed and sat at a distance. Boyfriend turned around and their hands were already on each other when waved me over. Jonathan was very smart and considerate, giving a whole speech how he thought we were both very attractive, making sure Boyfriend and I were okay and this won't affect the friendship as it has happened to him before. Of course I was cool about this, I've been thinking how to get my hands on him ever since I found out he was truly bisexual.

Boyfriend moved so fast, he was already on his knees sucking off Jonathan's uncut piece when I went away for 20 seconds for a half hit of Viagra. I drank more than my norm and knew I would have trouble staying hard and I wasn't waste a chance like this with a limp dick. Being the voyeur I am, I watched Boyfriend slurp hungrily over Jonathan for a minute before my eyes crossed with those of Jonathan and started kissing. He was such a tender hot kisser, his tongue probing gently into me but attacking every corner. To my surprise,the I was hard right away, before the 15- 30 minutes it takes for the blue pill to kick in. He pulled my dick out to give me an awesome blowjob, a tender soft one as we were making love versus the rough fucks and quickies I've been going thru recently. Jonathan had been fucking a girl model for the past week and probably because of this, his cocksucking was so soft and gentle but with just the right suction. We switched between sucking and kissing and Boyfriend yanked off Jonathan's pants and threw his legs in the air to dive in on his smooth pucker. I thought "it's like a porn scene" at the view of him leaning against the window and his legs in the air with my Boyfriend's tongue digging in. He just moaned and wimpered as Boyfriend feasted and I leaned over to kiss and play
with his nipples.

Over at the daybed for a more comfortable position, I continued the kissing with Jonathan as Boyfriend relished his ass and dick. Jonathan was the obviously the center of attention and the most wasted so he laid on the daybed as we ravaged him. I kept kissing him and fed him my bone as Boyfriend worked his dick and ass. He wanted to balance the energy, that both Boyfriend and I too focused on him, that he demanded "I want to see the two of you kiss," which ignited some heat between Boyfriend and I. Being the asshound I am, I attempted to finger and suck him simultaneously but he twice pulled my finger out leaving me his dick and ass. I was down there licking his shaved nuts and smooth hole. Jonathan continuously kissed me and stroked me throughout. When then tricks were all exhausted, Boyfriend kept in blowing him and mumbling for Jonathan to cum in his mouth. We were all stroking our dicks furiously but and knowing that Boyfriend can't cum without seeing another guy do it, I just let it go, jacking off myself with the occasional hand from Jonathan til I blew on his pecs followed by Boyfriends load. In the end, Jonathan was too drunk he couldn't cum. He even called the girl model who had been calling during our romp to say he was too drunk to go home. Jonathan wanted to take the couch and I dragged him to the bed as i slept in the middle. Before we shut our eyehs, Jonathan was so funny, he announced that we could touch him anywhere in the morning, do anything we want with him.

It was uncomfortable but very hot as they curled towards me, breathing into me. The guy was so sexy even in his sleep I reached down to feel him dick under his boxerbriefs. Boyfriend and I woke up first in the morning and I teased him to a boner before we both turned our attention to Jonathan, Boyfriend sucking him as I kissed, and all three milked our loads before heading out to brunch.

That night Boyfriend and I ate at the restaurant he waitered at. But he's going down to Miami next week hopefully for modelling gigs. He's a vagabond, been travelling for the past three years and can't say whether he'll be back in Toronto. Aside from the sex, I'll surely miss this guy, he's so friendly, extroverted, and optimistic.

My Brokeback

2007-11-04T12:52:00.000-05:00

Boyfriend invited several friends for dinner last night, seven of us in total.

One friend who used to be a drag queen brought came with his Italian boyfriend. By Italian, I mean ones that live in Italy where the only choices in coffee are café (equivalent to espresso in North America) and capuccino and not the water-downed beverages served on paper cups here.

For me, face and attitude come before the body, and he wore them confidently without being presumptuous. I took numerous glances at his square jaws, hairy chest and slim build as opposed to the 20 second stare I am apt to do when I first see someone I like. Italian and I conversed most of the night using a mélange of Spanish, French, Italian and English. I couldn't help but rip his shirt off with my eyes several times when he wasn't looking. But as the night progressed after the food, I think he picked on to my oglings as I caught him staring at me as we sat opposite each other. At first I didn't think much of it but the second and third time, I flirted back with a 3 second stare and a wink.

As we all chatted, I twice felt his shoes brush against mine but I retreated fearing I was communicating the wrong signals. I'm a pretty straight forward guy so to verify it, I slipped off my shoes and again felt the contact under the table. This time I didn't back away and enjoyed the increasing intensity of the footsie, tossing our feet back and forth and even extending a leg to his side for him to hold and caress. We were careful to resume our positions whenever someone stood up.

I threw a raging boner in my tight jeans as we flirted. I questioned "how am i gonna continue this?" I took the phone of the Bodybuilder sitting next to me and pretended to play with it and Bluetoothed him a picture. Then I asked Italian for his phone and sent him a picture I snapped of him earlier. Luckily I didn't do anything else cuz his Drag Queen boyfriend asked "what are you sending him?" grabbed the phone and saw the picture I sent. I discovered I couldn't send messages via Bluetooth so I continued to fiddle with the phone, inconspiciously adding my number into his address book. I told him about it and he confirmed the addition. It seemed like he wanted to send me something or add his contact but I can't find it in my phone. Italian told me Drag Queen would be around town later this week so he might come.

Now the ball is in his court. To be honest, I don't know if I should go thru with it. My carnal desires say yes but contrasts with my common sense. What if Drag Queen and him fight, Italian can possibly leak out that we fucked. Now that Italian has my contact and is well aware of my interest, we shall see. It all seems very Brokeback, the growing tensioln and forbidden relationship.

Freddy The Swede

2007-10-23T11:50:00.000-04:00

I was arranging this meeting for a few days. Freddy was every bit like his pictures as the model for UK Naked Men when he opened the door, 6 foot tall Swedish blond with scruffy face.

We chatted a bit about his visit and his career as bartender, waiter and model. Though his Scandinavian accent was difficult to discern at times, I didn't care cuz I was smittened by his boyish attitiude and smile. Mind you, I like "men" with some muscles but I liked the contrast of his attitiude and musculature. As the contents of my glass emptied, it was time to get rolling. Being a big kisser, I stood up to run my hands over his body and quickily planted my tongue onto his, he seemed off-ish at first but our tongues were inseparable for the coming hour. I slid my hands under his shirt and explored the lean hairy torso before he led me to the bed.

The tongue action got more intense as I layed on top of him on the bed, darting back and forth and my hands felt his body. I ravaged every part of his body with my tongue and hands. By the time I stripped him down to his baby blue Calvin Klein briefs, we were both rock hard and the head of his cock was peeking out the leg of his briefs. Never one to just give it away, I crawled in to breathe heavily thru the cotton and lapped up the knob with my wet tongue, igniting moans of pleasure from him. In reality, I wanted to pop that 8" sausage and swallow it to the base but I was being a tease.

I could tell I was drawing more passion and intensity from him as we progressed. He couldn't help but grind his dick against mine as we kissed and his body writhed when I sniffed his pits before diving in. When I was ready for his cock, I lifted his legs to take off his briefs and specifically kept his white cotton socks on when he tried to peel them off. I guess he realised that I was into his feet so he planted them on my face and watched me inhale the aroma. I slid down his hairy legs to the 8" Swedish sausage and sucked it in to the root and slurping the meatballs along the way. When I had enough, I climbed next to him and slapped my dripping bone on his lips. Freddy swallowed me as I leaned back down trying to get a taste of his dick again. Being the pro he was, he shifted so his head hung over the edge of the bed upside-down to suck me thus enabling me 69 with him.

His cock looked so hot that I decided to take a poke at it. Lubing my ass and squatting over him. I should've slowed down because my ass hurt like hell when the knob barely entered me. Aware that I suck at receiving, I wanted to fuck this guy. I did the usual rim and finger to open him up. I could tell he enjoyed it as he was fucking my fingers pretty soon. I lubed us up and poked around his fuzzy pucker, lodging my head right at his hole. There was no insistance for protection so I knew he could've barebacked. I went over to open the box of Trojans I bought and asked him whilst I unwrapped "do you usually fuck with condom or bareback?" He responded "mostly with condom but sometimes I do without." I told him condom was a must and proceeded to wrap myself.

I initially had him sit onto my dick but it wasn't the most comfortable so I rolled him onto his back to fuck. To get me further inside him, he twice reached to spread his asscheeks. He held me in to kiss him and within minutes, I could feel my cum rising inside my shaft that I had to pause the fucking. Freddy was immersed into his own and didn't seem aware I held back that he continued grinding onto my dick as he stroked himself. My jizz was a centimentre away from my slit, I had to hold him to stop cuz I wasn't ready to shoot yet. I resumed the fucking when things receded and surprisingly, as my armpit was hanging over his nose when I dropped to kiss his neck, he craned his neck up to sniff like a little dog and just lapped it up. I love guys feasting my pits so I served him the other side and bowed down to kiss him. I just basked in the view of my dick up his ass and his delight as he rolled his eyes back to expose just the white of his eyes, bemoaning whenever I hit it real deep inside. I sniffed on his white socks some more and played with his dick, out of nowhere, he yelped and a drop of cum flew onto his abs. He wanted to hold back but I told him to just let it go and he jacked a few more times and a good four streams flew over his chest and a squirt even landed over his right shoulder onto the pilllow. His tightened sphincter plus the moans sucked my load up to the slit and I pulled out to squirt onto him.

I released my 5 day load and was totlaly spent, walking away with relief and smile and my wallet lighter.

Back Room BJ

2007-10-04T13:30:00.000-04:00

I headed to the local Eagle last Tuesday with the backroom as my ultimate destination. There were about 20 patrons in all at the joint, not unexpected given the drizzly weather and that it was a Tuesday.

I didn't plan to stay long, I got my drink and stood around the backroom for a while. There weren't many attractive targets except a twenty-something guy wearing cowboy boots and flannel shirt talking with his buddies whilst a couple were going about their business in the dark corner as several crowded over them.

After walking around the joint and unsuccessfully soliciting the attention of two younger guys, I crossed eyes with a slim thirty some year old whom I spotted on his knees giving a blowjob earlier. He wasn't the type I wanted to take home for a passionate shag but knowing that he was a sucker, I was definitely up for a hot blowjob.

We moved to the aforementioned dark corner and started groping each other's crotch and I was hard within seconds, from the anticipation and the audience I could see from the corner of my eyes. He chugged down his beer and got on his knees to yank down my jeans, swallowing my dick to the end. My dick further stiffened from the cool sensation of his beer and I let him handle my shaft. The guy was fucking good, his warm and wet mouth gulped my boner down with the perfect suction. When I got the hang of his rhythm, I held his head and thrusted. I instinctively thrusted my hips down his dick for a while but I gave up on that when I figured that he was a pro and knew what he was doing. He even pulled my hand away when I wanted to stroke myself, determined that his oral skills would bring me to orgasm. There were a few guys next looking on and we were glad to put on the show as my sucker shifted my slightly offering a better view to the audience.

As a courtesy, I bent down to his ear "you're gonna make me cum if you keep this going!"

He kept on sucking and my moans got louder with every pump. I finally let out that I was gonna shoot and it was obvious he wanted to swallow when he didn't move back so I let it erupt down his throat. I blew my wad down him and zipped up to leave without exchanging a single word.

Tom Brady Jockstrap

2007-09-25T18:47:00.000-04:00

I am an underwear, jocsktrap and thong connoisseur. Got moe than I can count and for pretty much every occasion. But what I'd give for Tom Brady's jocsktrap in this photo, preferably never washed from his numerous games and practice. I bet such item is worth hundreds if not thousands of dollars if auctioned and with proof to its owner.

Delusional Profiles

2007-09-20T19:02:00.001-04:00

I met this guy from this Craigslist profile last week, claiming to be 38 year old bi seeking an ongoing discrete relationship when the wife is away. Nice smooth build and all. He turns out to be a gay escort when I googled his e-mail address so I thought he'd be decent.

Gees, was I so wrong! The Craigslist pics were definitely not of him and no longer bore resemblence to his escort pics. The décor in his house was granny Victorian with ornate sofa and staircase. There was no way he was bi, he was so gay you could smell him from a mile away. His so called 'wife' had to be blind to marry this man. Hugh invited me in and told me to take off my shoes, I paused for a moment thinking what to do. This guy obviously lied and it wasn't gonna work so I had to say it wasn't gonna work. He agreed and I simply said bye.

As I have blogged before , I just don't understand the mentality of such lies. It's so far fetched that. Did he think people weren't going to notice? Do people like that expect the guy to be so horny they'll overlook the great physical disparity? It's just a waste of time for everybody. I hate guys like that.

Safe and Wild Vanilla

2007-09-07T18:24:00.000-04:00

The shag with Safe and Wild was so amazing last time I tried relentlessly to arrange a repeat that took place Tuesday.

I normally get down to business pretty quickly when I meet a guy but he moved even faster by planting his lips on mind as soon as I entered his condo. It was literally "hi" and kiss. The kissing shifted from the living room to the bed and went on for 20 minutes before he whispered "can we just play vanilla tonight?"

As if I had a choice? I had already figured it out when he received me at the door in his cargo shorts and polo shirt, versus the chaps last time. As much as I enjoy kissing, I wanted to savour his body and the so-memorable hairy asshole. We stripped down and I laid him on the bed, slowly running my tongue along the base of his shaft and hairy nuts. He was rock hard when I arrived at his swollen knob and moaned in pleasure as I gulped the 8.5 inches down. To be honest, I can't suck cock for very long and would never make it at an Olympic cocksucking event even if my life depended on it. So after a minute or two of sucking, I slid down to explore the forest in his crack. I curled his knees up over his shoulders and just feasted on it; by contrast, I'm a definite medal winner for the 20 minute ass-eating event. I lapped his fresh hairy ass in every angle with the ulterior motive of shoving my dick inside it. My face was buried so deep inside that I heard myself snorting as I ate his ass and breathed at the same time. He had an inpenetrable asshole so I gave up, remembering to lube him up when I finger him again.

I went right up to kiss him when I managed to pull myself away from the buffet. I wanted him to taste his own ass then I complimented "you have such a delicious ass, I wanna feel it tonight." I know he's an exemplary top from last time but I wanted to see the hairs on his ass slide along my dick and feel his tight hole when I pump him. SnW knew what I was getting to and sweet talked me, telling me how hot an ass I have. My dick was soft from all the sucking and rimming earlier but the dirty talk about fucking each other brought it back to life. A power fight ensued as we laid out our desires to top. He got down to suck me off and tease my hole to prep it for his dick.

Seeing the stalemate, I acquiesced and let him grab the rubber and lube. I wasn't in the mood to get fucked and I had planned on being the top all along. Recalling the great fuck last time, I tried to my best to take him in at different positions but it just didn't work. The guy is a great top cuz he's very patient, tellng me to relax and not pushing it in. He's smart that he doesn't let me out, opting to stay stationary as the pressure subsides. But I wasn't up for it and finally had to give up.

I went to my bag and introduced a Colt vibrator I bought in San Francisco. It's 5 inches long and a bit thicker than my thumb. I wanted SnW to try it but he declined so I took it for my own enjoyment, sliding a rubber over it and popped it into my hole without incident. I turned the vibration on 2 notches and fucked myself. He was on his knees looking on, dirty talking to me about fucking me. I wanted him to try fucking me again but things had gone too far and he said "I wanna see you cum." He took hold of the vibrator and jammed it into me til I begged for his cum, saying "I wanna feel your cum over my body." He stroked and milked a good three squirts on my stomach, I used my free hand to smear it over my chest and added my load to the mixture within seconds.

SnW is undeniably a great fuck but I'm not a very good bottom so his persistance on being the top is a bugger. I have to figure out how to let him know that I wanna fuck as well without putting him off.

Hot Dog

2007-08-30T22:16:00.000-04:00

The guy really went out of his way to photograph his cock.

Trick Reviews

2007-08-27T12:15:00.000-04:00

I was horny Friday and came upon this advert for an erotic massage on Craigslist, this guy name Alex aka Adrian Blue. I knew what I was getting into, namely massage with a happy ending, and I needed both.

I met the guy at his place, his apartment reaked of beef he was cooking for his dog. The odour wasnt the most conducive to a relaxing massage and I should've taken that as a sign of his lack of professionalism.

It was Friday and I had just hit the gym beforehand so I stated "I would really appreciate massage." He acknowledged the fact and I spread on his bed for the massage. It was good while it lasted, which was about 10 minutes. He lowered himself to kiss me at my neck and I resisted from kissing back in hopes that he was just teasing and he would return to a massage. It soon became clear he wanted to moves things up a notch. I turned around and we kissed, sucked, and I tried to fuck him. He was 8.5 inches hung so there was no way he was fucking me. He pushed everything thru so fast that I had trouble staying hard due to the pressure. He was jacking furiously and I twice had to take his hands off his dick so he wouldn't come. I slowed things down by laying back and he wouldn't give up, sucking on me and stroking himself at lighting speed til he milked his jizz onto my thighs and seeing that was the crescendo, I jacked myself off. I was in his place for exactly 35 minutes when I stepped out.

This is not supposed to be a steamy post. If things don't seem right at instinct, leave. I also learned the importance of reviews like Daddy Reviews and references when hiring a trick.

Desperate Indian

2007-08-17T19:09:00.001-04:00

I was working from home on Thursday after I hit the gym in the morning and posted on Craigslist seeking a pig to worship my sweaty body and suck me off. Then I got a response from this Indian with a nice light hairy, no six pack but muscled, gym body.

He was totally into the scene, namely savouring my salty body and ripe armpits. When we first connected on the phone, he twice asked me to ’come now’ but I said I would arrive in an hour as I had to wrap things up and it would take me 30 minutes travel to his place. He repeated the question and asked “are you gonna come?”

He even called me when I arrived at his place five minutes late, that’s why I call him ‘desperate.’ His only redeeming feature was his body and he knew that by receiving me shirtless. I knew at that moment it was gonna be a quick suck versus the passionate kind. I donned the tank top I wore to the gym and a thin sweatshirt I wear before and after the gym that I haven’t laundered in 2 months, so the armpits on the sweatshirt has thoroughly absorbed my sweat during this time. Knowing that he was into raunch, I lifted my arm and told him to sniff my sweatshirt, his first expression was “I love that!”

I got aggressive, locking his head into my pits and chest. He dropped to his knees shortly to sniff my ripe jockstrap and bathed my nuts in his tongue. He reacted similarly aggressive as he pushed me onto his bed and pinned my wrists over my head to access my nips and I pits. I like aggression but not force, there’s a thin line, and he was exercising the latter. As he was taller and stronger than me, coupled that he was mentally desperate, I feared for my security.
Lying on the bed with my legs wrapped around his waist to keep him at a certain distance, I paused and asked “what are you trying to do here?”
As if he was awakened, he answered “do you like wrestling like this?”
I looked at him sternly to indicate my seriousness with a “no.”

He backed off and led me to the bathroom to clean off my foreskin before engulfing my meat in his lips. I stroked at times as he lowered to laps my nuts. I shouted out humiliating words as he sucked me on in front of the mirror in the bathroom. He occasionally spat out the accumulated juices from his mouth then begged for me to shoot on his chest. I examined his black jockstrap and said that I’d blow my cum in that pouch. His eyes rolled in excitement and said ‘please.‘ My dick was standing straight up as I poked it thru his lips, when I was close, he went and laid on the floor, ordering me to shoot on his chest. I got on my knees and danggled him my nuts and ass to his face, he refused to rim, so seeing that things weren’t going far, I milked my load on his chest. I didn’t really see when he came as I straddled his chest when I shot. To be honest, I didn’t care and got dressed right away but there was a visible load at his belly button so I knew he came.

I was in his apartment for exactly 18 minutes when I checked the clock in the car.

Stripper Jake Now a Pornstar

2007-07-30T18:39:00.000-04:00

I rented new Mustang porno called Line Up over the weekend and saw some guy who looked awefully familiar. As I was stroking away to the sight of beefy Alex Eden getting rimmed, I recognised the the scene partner was a stripper named Jake I had a dance with a while back. He's now Troy Brewer and still has that bodybuilder frame that caught my attention more than a year ago.

Pussyboi Greg

2007-07-30T13:37:00.000-04:00

There are times I suffer dry spells when I don’t get a shag for months and spend nights with my hand and rare nights like last Wednesday when I was juggling between 2 guys simultaneously. Two guys were into the exact pig play I was seeking. I deferred the Asian and confirmed plans over the phone with Greg from Vancouver.

Greg sent me a photo of himself he snapped for me so I knew how he looked like. There was instant mutual attraction as soon as he opened the door in his hotel room. Short of any introductions, we moved towards the bed for some good tongue fucking. Rarely do I have to crane my neck down because there aren’t many guys shorter than me but Greg was one of them, standing 5’4” and not the 5’6” claimed on his profile.

The pics of me in chaps was what got his attention and he re-iterated that over the phone “fuck, you’re so damn hot in your leathers and chaps.” Not wanting to let him down and totally in the mood for sweaty leather shag, I packed my bag of leather basics. I retreated to the bathroom to don on my Mr. S lowrise leather chaps, that I may say, fit amazingly well on me plus a codpiece, boots and a gauntlet I wore on my left arm.

When I reappeared, Greg couldn’t stop complimenting me. I questioned “is this what you want?“ as I towered over him. He nodded in excitement before I planted my lips back onto his. Greg was one of those guys who still has a baby face at age 38 and I could’ve kissed him for hours but we were in a time crunch as it was already 1 A.M.

I sat down at the chair and he dropped to his knees, diving into my crotch and shining my boots and chaps with his tongue. I lifted my right arm over my head, ordered him “take a good whiff here” and he did. He took in several deep breaths of my rank armpits, being that‘s it‘s summer and having had ball practice earlier, then eagerly lapped them up. I could even taste my own pits when we kissed. My dick was tenting the codpiece but I resisted the urge to let it out and feed it to him right away, not til he thoroughly earned it with a good rim job. I switched to the bed and lifted my legs up for the hungry pig to dive in. I was dripping pre-cum profusely by then and lifted myself to unsnap the codpiece and give my dick the attention. Greg slobbered over my dick and nuts. I gripped tightly on his head and drove my meat down his mouth at my pace and he gagged a few times. Things were so damn hot that I could’ve let my load out but I held back and lifted him up.

The head of his 8 incher popped out of the waistband of his briefs. He undressed and I couldn’t resist “you got a fucking nice dick.” 8 inches is a decent size but it looked a whole lot more when suspended from his 5’4” frame and he knew it too.
“You like that big dick, Sir?”
I replied with a nod as I was busy gulping that meat down my throat. I grabbed his rocklike asscheeks and uttered “you like getting sucked, boy?”
“Yes Sir.”

Greg had the most filthy tongue I‘ve met and the verbal exchange only got nastier as we progressed. I held his wrists down over his head as kissing resumed and his body writhed as I ran one hand on his ribcage and armpits. To hold his aggressive bottom down, I put my leather cuffs on his wrists, strategically placing my right pit over his nostrils as I was locking him up. As if he hadn’t had enough, Greg lifted his tongue to slurp any remnants of sweat.

With him cuffed, it was a lot easier for me to straddle over his face grinding my nuts and ass. He declared “your ass is so hot in the chaps, I wanna fuck you with my big dick.”
“You like that ass boy? Do you think you’re really gonna get it tonight?” in a declarative tone more than a question.

His question reminded me to proceed the fucking so I moved south to spread his butt cheeks. He has these really hard and round cheeks that totally buried his pucker. It was an expedition just to get into that totally red shaved pucker but it was well worth it seeing him struggle and moan. When I put a finger in there, he let it out that the hadn’t been fucked in a year and was extremely tight. I diffused his attention on his anus and soon he had his short thick legs up in the air as my fingers prodded. I’ve never fucked an ass in so many different positions as we tried to find the most comfortable one for this occasional bottom. As I sat at the edge of the bed, he lowered himself facing me and against me. He hustled for more slurs when he asked me “you like your boy’s ass on your dick?”
“ah, your boypussy looks so hot from here and feels great!”
The heat of the verbal exchange rose along with the sex as I fucked him on his back, belly, sideways and we shouted words such as ‘pussyboi, pussy, cunt, slut, pig, master, boy etc.’ I really cranked it up whenever I called him a pussyboi and he threw back that he's a pig.

The last straw came when he was on his back, I was locked him down with my arm on his shoulder and thrusted deep inside him. His eyeballs rolled out and let out a big sigh telling me he couldn’t take it. I was close enough I unrolled the condom on my dick and moved to his face and ended up squirting my load on his collar. I leaned in to kiss him and tuck on his nipples as he stroked out his own that even flew onto my jaw.

I packed up my gear to leave. As I said, he was a great kisser with such an adorable face that I was hard again within a minute of the kissing and the dirty talk. I whipped my dick out ready for round two but I could see he wasn’t up for it so he played with my nipples and dirty talked me to another orgasm. The last time I came twice in a row was in college, so imagine how much pussyboi really turned me on.

Southern Jake

2007-07-19T15:28:00.000-04:00

I hooked up with Jake in San Francisco on Craigslist the first night I arrived. As usual, it wasn’t the 35 year old guy’s face or slim build that attracted me, it was his mind. It’s true that the brain can be the sexiest organ. I was drawn by his pictures in leather and a sling sitting in his apartment.

When we connected on the phone, I could barely understand him, but enough to confirm his interest and get his address. After some kissing, I had him put on his leathers as in his photos. My heart raced faster and my boner more prepared at the sight of him in his chaps, codpiece, harness and spike studded gauntlets. We tasted each others’ bodies but it somehow lacked chemistry, presumably due to my heightened expectation after my rendez-vous with Safe and Wild the week prior. Jake was a good kisser but greater sucker, slurping my dick on his knees as I snapped pictures of him in the deed. It’s evident his ass has gone pass the normal ‘wear and tear’ when I worked his ass, tongue fucking and fingering it in preparation for my dick. Jake was eager to climb on the sling when I suggested it. Once mounted, my dick glided in as I held onto his harness for a better grip. With his harness in hand, I steered him back and force on my dick whilst I planted my lips on his. I love kissing and it’s a great way to divert the bottom’s attention when he’s getting fucked so I can dig deeper.

I wrapped one lubed hand over Jake’s dick for a few strokes to ‘liven him up.’ Ten seconds after I took my hand off, my dick still inside, he moaned and his white cream oozed out and I fucked him harder to push the rest out. With one hand, I scooped some jizz off his body and fed it too his mouth while I jerked my load out with the other hand and blew on his nuts.

I was inside him for no more than five minutes. I smiled to myself when he claimed he shot so fast cuz I was so hot.

The fuck wasn’t really that great. I was more interested in learning about his life since moving from Mississippi in 2001.

Safe and Wild

2007-07-13T22:48:00.000-04:00

I’ve been slacking on my blog lately due to work and travels, being away for two weeks in San Francisco, Palm Springs and Las Vegas. I met Safe and Wild a month ago in Toronto.

This 39 year old Middle Eastern guy opened the door for me in his Nasty Pig chaps and thong was way hotter in person than in his photos. 5’11 lean smooth body with a perfect 6 pack with a compact yet perky hairy ass.

I was so anxious at what I saw that I immediately swung him around as he closed the door to admire his furry ass filling out the chaps. He smiled at my eagerness and directed me forward into his immaculate condo. It’s a recently renovated in modern style two bedroom unit that was spotless; if you’re trying to understand the term ‘neat freak,‘ he‘s it. I didn’t hold back the compliments to let him know he was sizzling. I drew his head in for a great long kiss. Anxious to get started, I pulled back and went into his bedroom to change into my leather chaps, codpiece and boots.

Coming out in my leathers, we proceeded to the best kissing I’ve encountered in a very long time, our tongues darted back and forth in perfect synchronisation . Like long lost lovers, we slovenly lapped up each others’ bodies, me paying a lot of attention to his armpits and hairy asscrack. I feasted on his fresh-smelling crevice and got my prize when I pulling the thong on his crack aside. His ass looked so hot especially wrapped in the chaps I was reluctant to let go when he turned around to feed me his 8”+ meat.

He mentioned he was more of an aggressive top when we messaged each other. I told him I was the same but our common interest for a leather scene overcame that conflict. I had actually thought that I could turn the table around, coax him to have it my way and even fuck him. But he definitely lived up to the claim of his aggressiveness when he drove my head onto his shaft. He forced my head down on his meat, gagging a few times and tears coming out of the end my eyes. But I never gave up, I started the sucking at the couch, moving to the opposite wall, then to the full-length mirror as I ordered him to watch me suck him.

I was rewarded with the hottest kissing when I rose from my knees. In the bedroom, he laid me down to suck and rim me but I constantly brought him back for the kissing. Judging by his forcefulness and that he’s been having it his way with me so, I foretold that he was gonna fuck me. When the moment came, I told him that I wasn’t sure if I could take it since it’s been ages since my last pounding.

I didn’t wanna pour cold water on such a hot scene I wrapped him up and threw my legs overhead for him. I was too tight so I moved for a better angle, squatting on him as he laid on the bed. The subsequent 30 minutes proved to be the best fuck I’ve had in ages. I took him all inside me. After riding him for a few minutes, he made me wrap my legs around his waist, stood up and laid me on my back to continue the fucking. Thrice I pleaded for him to stop and he slowed down but as if I was possessed (by his dick), I ordered him to fuck me again. I don’t ever recall I wanted so many inches inside me so much. When I couldn’t hold back anymore, I barked “fuck the cum outta me” and the combination of his hot dick and the kissing, ropes of jizz erupted over my chest and past my shoulder. Moments before shooting my wad, I verbally lusted “I want to feel your hot cum all over me, smear it ion my chest.” He obliged as he vacated my hole and blew his cum over me.

We kissed again after the shower and I got him rock hard as I was leaving but it ended there as we both had an early morning. He was the best fuck in a long time but we haven’t gotten together again yet since I’ve been away and he’s in Europe til end of July. The ridiculous thing is that he hadn’t been to the gym in a year and he has those cut abs I so desire.

More My Sexual Tastes

2007-06-07T13:22:00.000-04:00

Some visuals of my preferances.

A fuzzy hairy butt. This butt belongs to Mr. San Franisco Leather Travis Creston

I can indulge in a smooth butt like just as well.

Pornstar Muscle Daddy Brendan Davies

A worn ripe jockstrap

Shorter guys, pornstars Steve Cruz and Johnny Hazzard

Armpits

Gear and smell

Boots

My Sexual Tastes

2007-06-07T11:28:00.000-04:00

As I've blogged, I have a wide range of taste when it comes to men and fetishes. Through trial and error, I've come to acknowledge my likes and dislikes.

I've always been the exploratory kind since my coming out around 19 (actually having encounters since 17). I got my fair share of guys at college and recall this pretty blond fratboy I met online. He was studying nursing, meaning he was definitely gay, but was a passionate kisser and loved getting rimmed so much that he let me fuck him the second time we met.

Then there was the 45 year old fit leather man I met at a bar when I was 20 in Montréal. I've always been turned on by leather and becoming more accepting of myself in it over the years. Seeing that we met at a cruisey leather bar and it was his tight jeans and cowboy boots that got my attention, I made sure he stayed in those cowboy boots when we fucked.

There are muscle dudes who prefer the same, daddies who prefer younger and twinks seeking older but I am truly versatile in the types of guys who draw me, yet with a slight preference for older guys. I've been with bodybuilders, twinks, light beefy, and regular closet cases. For me, the face and attitude are much more important than body with a 6 pack.

I can be vanilla or kinky with guys, also depending on my mood and the guy. A pretty face with passionate kissing can get me as hard as the unpredictability of a dungeon. Light raunch is the key, no deodorant, sweaty pits and body preferably with a worn jockstrap or thong. I like tasting a hot body and pits after a sweaty workout or a long day, not one who hasn't showered and cleaned their ass for days. Leather and gym gear are always hot. I remember throwing a boner once over this guy dancing next to me at a club just because he was wearing pointy cowboy boots and a swaggering butt.

I've tried fisting and it wasn't for me. I was turned-on by the initial and unfamiliar sensation of my wrist in a tight warm hole but it lacked interaction.

Having a diverse array of interests, I can say that I'm non-judgemental about however other guys get their rocks off. My motto is 'safe, consensual, and legal.' Anything within that realm is fine with me, and glady, I don't understand pedophilia and rape. I need reciprocation.

Double Strike

2007-06-06T16:27:00.000-04:00

Up to Saturday, I hadn’t shot a load in 2 weeks. It’s amazing how fast time goes by. It was just one of those periods that I wasn’t very sexual, didn’t really pursue anyone or even bothered to jack off. Speaking with a 25 year old who also took Proscar for his hair loss, he confirmed that the drug did decimate his sex drive. So that was part of the reason I don’t get off very much.

I came out of the two week draught with a double strike, first on Saturday at the gym steam room and a 41 year old passionate Italian Sunday morning.

I worked out until gym closing Saturday evening and was finally horny enough to check out the steam room. In most cases, gay men would find a crowded steam room a paradise for the vast selection. However, Toronto guys are way too shy and whenever it’s packed and obviously cruisey, most guys just keep their towels wrapped thus rendering the situation useless. That’s why I actually prefer to cruise the sauna and steam when it’s quiet.

There was this beefy twenty something guy in the steam room already upon my entrance. My gaydar nudged me yet I wasn’t certain but it didn’t stop me from sitting down and unwrapping my towel to bare the goods. I stared at him and stroked myself at the presence of a gay guy who followed but no response from either. The beefy boy twice exited to shower and on his second return, I knew he was cruising, waiting for action, because no straight guy would go in and out so often plus his dick was not visible when I peeked under his towel meaning that he was aroused enough stand out of sight. He sat parallel to me after the second shower and I immediately reached over to brush on his thigh. We were on a time crunch as they announced the closing so beefy boy instantly dropped his towel for me to rub and suck his 6 incher. There was another 40 year old goatee guy in the steam room and beef boy moved over next to him to feel each other up. He arched down to shove his boner back inside my mouth as they explored each other, even pushing my head onto the goatee guy’s shaft. I sucked on it to let him think he could pass me around but I was attracted to him and resumed on his dick shortly. Beefy boy blew within 2 minutes from my tongue work on his dick, nuts and playing with his nipples. I stroked out my 2 week load with my face buried in his nuts.

I met the 41 year old lightly hairy Italian Sunday morning online. He’s not a model or bodybuilder-like but his proclivity for sweaty pits and eating ass drew me over to his place within 45 min. As I blogged, I have trouble maintaining erections due to Proscar but Anthony was so damn passionate I even surprised myself I could stay hard for as long as I did. We kissed, sucked and he unrelentingly feasted on my ass, throwing my legs in the air, squatting over his and 69. I returned the favour, munching on his light fuzzy ass with the ultimate goal of filling it with my dick. He was so ready for me by the time I came up for air and handed me a rubber. I leaned over to kiss and hear his moans as I plowed on, I reminded that he was such a hot pig and fed him my armpits again as I gained my rhythm. He flipped me around onto my back so he could ride me. I was so close that told him I wanted to see him blow on my chest, knowing that he’d clench his asshole thereby making me cum. But he didn’t shoot and I pulled out cuz it was exhausting and so I wasn’t as hard as earlier. He reached down to rim me again but I had him finger me instead and directed his mouth onto my dick. I love getting sucked and fingered simultaneously and love to reciprocate it on the guy I am with. He brought me so close and I milked myself with a few strokes at the end as he fingered me on before his jizz flew all over my chest and bush.

Steve Cruz, one of my favourite pornstars

New Found Sub

2007-05-19T14:01:00.001-04:00

I rejoined Manhunt this week looking for a shag. I found A.J., a mid 30s 5’10” guy looking for someone to dominate and use him. I threw a big rod just talking with him over the phone as he detailed his desire for verbal abuse and how he’d be totally mine. See, I have this thing for dominating physically bigger guys. Finding guys who tower over me is not the hard part since I stand 5’6”, 5’7” on a good day, the difficulty lays in meeting bigger guys who would want to be on their knees for me. Most subs tend to seek out doms with a physical assertion and I hardly fall into that category, thus my efforts to bulk up but that’s another story.

A.J. had to work late the next night and I was so damn horny I was even willing to venture to his office at midnight. He met me at the lobby to unlock the entrance for me followed by a short chat in the elevator. Inside his office, I scouted for a suitable place and saw one vacant room with a chair. With both of us standing by the reception desk, A.J. remained quiet and I knew he was waiting for my orders. I stood right in his face millimetres away from his lips and questioned his desire “you gonna be a good boy tonight?” and drew a “Yes Sir” out of him.

He followed me into the empty room and dropped to his knees between my legs as I sat in the chair. He retained his look into my eyes lusting for the next command as I leaned over to his face and spat into his gaping mouth. Unfazed, he swallow it as I shifted to his neck, my face a thread away from his and breathed onto his left neck, face and earlobe. I reached down through his jeans was taken that he was already rock hard, thinking how much I and the anticipation must turn him on.

I reclined onto the chair, lifted my shirt and arm over my head. “Take a good whiff of this” and he instantly buried his nose in my right pit. I told him the night before that I never wear deodorant and need good cleaning from him so he was anxious he rolled out his tongue to taste me, but not before I got him to inhale another breath of the aroma. A guy worshipping my body usually gets me hard and A.J. didn’t disappoint, I opened my fly and made him caress my growing dick. He worshipped the unlaundered pouch of my Bike jockstrap and my dick was so stimulated my purple knob popped out on the side. I whispered “feast on it” and he just went to town with my dick, giving me on of the best blowjobs ever.

His oral stimulation made me wanted cock as well and I had him step out of his clothes to feed me his shaved dick. He was rock hard throughout and I grabbed his 8” shaft into my mouth as soon as it jumped out of his black Calvin Klein briefs. I paused to have him retrieve my jacket in which I got my lube to finger his ass. I love to give anal and oral simultaneously so I shoved my middle finger up his smooth pucker and sucked him, asking “so you like me sucking you boy?” His replies were all affirmative and I laid back onto the chair when he had sated my desire for cock.

From there on, I called “get back to sucking my dick” and he dropped down to resume his work. He didn’t even use his hand when he sucked and I had to back off a few times for fear that I was gonna blow. I complimented him for his oral talent but mixed it with insults as we wanted, giving him “you’re a fucking good cock-sucking slut” or “all you’re good for is sucking dick, you’re damn good at it.” I squatted over him to feed him my ass and I leaned over to suck him. I sat back up for him to finish me off with his hand and mouth. Every time I released the most nasty verbal abuses, he got on sucking harder and did the best to please my dick - I knew I had hit his button. I uttered that I want that ass next time, A.J. confirmed that “it’s yours Sir, you can have it whenever you want.“

I reached down to lube and finger myself as he sucked me and jacked himself until I lubed his finger up for my ass. My head just rolled back, eyes closed, as I told my whore to suck and finger me. At times, I caught him staring into me but I couldn’t discern whether it was a look of admiration or checking out that I was sufficiently pleasured.

I felt my cum was coming up to the middle of my shaft when I flipped him onto the floor to lick my nuts as I told him I was ready to unleash onto his face. Within three strokes, I spewed onto his face and neck. He wanted to suck my dick and the cum but I backed off. A.J. asked if he can cum after I sighed one last breath and I told him to go ahead.

As I left, he told me he like to meet again and I said for sure now that I knew which buttons to push. He laughed and said he has many more.

ED Kicking In

2007-05-07T16:05:00.000-04:00

ED - erectile dysfunction - the term made famous by Bob Dole and Viagra. I started noticing changes in my body that began last autumn and worry if its a sign of my age and onset of ED, but I'm only 29.

Starting about a year ago, as a result of stress and lack of stimulation, I started jacking off less. There would be times I only blow a load once a week or even up to ten days. After a few months of this, I realised that my erections became less frequent and less rigid. It would take me longer when I wanted it to rise to the occasion either by myself or with someone else. I hit rock bottom this January when even my morning hard-ons evaporated. Up to that time, I would get these raging boners in the morning and I had to take a piss to release the pressure. But even up to a few weeks, I would wake up totally soft with minor pressure to pee.

I made an association between my ejaculations and hard-ons a few months ago and noticed I spring up faster and harder on the days following an ejaculation. So I increased my jack off frequency to prove my point which has been successful so far.

I was in Montréal this past weekend and during one dance with a stripper who kissed, fed me his light hairy asshole and served me his boner, I subconsciously got hard and even leaked a puddle of precum in my briefs. So I'm glad that things are looking up. However, my morning hard-ons are still not as rigid as before but it's a casual visitor in the mornings.

I wonder if there really is a relationship about shooting frequently to 'keep the pipes clear' for future erections. It'd be the first time learning about this cause and effect. Or is it a mere coincidence that my stress has eased off and sexual appetite has somewhat resumed, hence my body telling me its ready to bat.

I have tried Viagra and Cialis, don't notice much difference between them but I prefer not to depend on them. They'll makes spontaneous sex difficult and I'm afraid I'll build up a tolerance on them that they become ineffective in my later years.

Waxing

2007-04-26T12:10:00.000-04:00

I've been slacking in the manscaping department lately. I trim but somehow it looks like a bad haircut. Envisioning the impending swimsuit season plus an article about female waxing in this month's Details, I went for a wax yesterday. The aesthetician essentially turned the black forest into a desert. But fuck, it hurts. I've waxed before but the last time was almost two years ago and I had forgotten the pain. The worst was waxing my nuts and he even advised after the fact I should trime or shave my sack the next time to spare the pain.

I'm heading to Las Vegas and Palm Springs in July and expect to go in for another wax before. I can't imagine how girls do this routinely since 18. Ouch.

Golden Gate Bridge

2007-04-16T17:40:00.000-04:00

I concluded I my favourite North American cities are San Francisco, Montreal and Palm Springs, all the gayiest cities. I like San Francisco has that urban feel with neighbourhoods and the people are still hippies and provincial but they accept that and don't try to be anything else.

Here's a photo of Golden Gate I snapped on my visit.

Meeting Billy the Skullfucker

2007-04-16T17:17:00.000-04:00

Billy very much lived up to his name as 'the Skullfucker.'

He first got my attention in February in one of his escort reviews and I knew I wanted to hire him upon visiting his website. When I read his journal, I could smell the sweaty musky sexual encounters of his guy. Too bad Billy was retiring in April and I had no plans for Massachusetts, where he resides, or San Francisco and New York, his last destinations before retirement. I chalked that up as a missed opportunity but my goddess of sex and magic shone upon me that destined for me to be in San Francisco the exact sames days Billy was there. I was so anxious that I emailed the guy right after I got my flight purchase confirmation.

Billy walked the 30 minutes under the California sun to where I stayed. I foresaw his hairy body, the object of my desire, through his hairy forearms and the hairs peeking out of the collar of his t-shirt when I met him at the door. We started off with some hot kissing that eventually led me to rolling my tongue over every crack of his body, pits, crotch, and trench, as he referred to it. I am into musky armpits big time and Billy's were still moist from the walk over when he peeled his t-shirt off. I have a pretty good tolerance for ripe pits and he really stretched that limit, announcing that he had not showered since after his fuck the day before, it was strong. I didn't hestitate and dived in on the left, kissed then hit the right side. By the time I was down to his crotch, the stench it didn't smell that strong, partly due to where I was coming from, his rank pits.

I was just in heaven sniffing around his hairy crotch as his boner remained confined in his old pouch. When he whipped his dick out of his worn jockstrap, he ordered me to worship it and I did - gently wiping the precum off his slit and adoring his shaft with my tongue and words of praise. I am not usually into sucking but I was totally erect sucking on his furry bone and I was hard as a rock when he stood up, held my head, and just plunged his dick down my throat.
Even I was surprised by his trick as pre-cum dripped down my slit. It totally defined "skullfucking" for me. I gagged a bit but I've never been so hungry for dick down my throat as I have with this guy that I swallowed it down my again immediately after every breather. I swear I could've blew my load then but I how could I pass up on his ass when he even brought his rimseat.

I had already gotten a taste of his ass when I sucked him off on the sofa but this was the real meal. The seat framed his fuzzy ass and I lapped it up in every angle I could. It was such an enticing hole I tried everything I could to stretch it to dig deeper, I eventually slipped my fingers inside and it was tight and wet. I let him know he had a fuckable and how much I'd love to fuck him but Billy didn't seem so receptive. He bemoaned that my finger nails were hurting him so I slipped out and feasted again. What made this guy hot was not his face or body but his attitude as he dirty-talked to me. The rimseat was not the most comfortable position for me so I got up, sat against the sofa, and Billy skullfucked me again. Both of us enjoyed that so much we announced we were near. He told me to swallow his load but I'm not normally a swallower. I told him that I may or may not take it and he understood. One feature Billy claims is that he can cum on demand, so when I was ready, I blurbbed "shoot" with his dick still in my mouth. He pulled out and stroked himself thrice before the first spurt erupted on my nose, and out of a split-second decision and that I was so damn piggy at that moment, I pulled his dick into my mouth and felt the following spurts coat my mouth and tongue. He remained stationary as I jacked off with his dick on my lips and blew a fat load over my chest and stomach.

This guy is different than other escorts in that he sees one client a day and was ready to go for more but due to my time constraint, I decided to head out and grabbed lunch together.

Billy is not the most handsome or muscular guy out there but he found his niche. He knew guys like me desired the raunchier side and he lived up to that. He enjoyed getting worshipped and I could tell he gets a kick out of making others pleasureable. He was more musky than my normal encounters but I totally dig him, he was just right at my limit though he stretched that limit himself. I reckon that had his body been more ripe, the outcome would differ. Too bad the he's retiring or else I would've loved to meet him again, but we always want what we can't have.

Leather Fabio

2007-04-08T19:33:00.000-04:00

I was running late in L.A. traffic after the gym trying to get back to my hotel on time to meet Bobbi. I was blown away when the 6’4” lean 195lbs stud who entered the lobby wearing his jeans, boots, leather jacket and a tank top. We’ve been messaging the past few months and knew we were into the same things, leather and sweat, but I was surprised Bobbi asked me to go to the trunk of his car to help retrieve four milk crates of leather gear containing chaps, boots and gloves. I am usually not interested in such tall guys and long hair but he defied all of my preconceptions. I just couldn’t take my eyes off him through the ride to my room.

He pulled out a Corona inside the room and sat on the chair as we chatted a bit. All I could think of was he Fabio as soon as he let his hair down, with his blond hair draping over his shoulders. He looked way younger than his 37 years. After two beers, I approached him and aimed my nose briefly at his armpit and up his neck before planting my lips onto his.

Bobbi was a great kisser but we couldn’t wait to roll my tongue over pits so I held his arm over his head and just dived in. We rolled onto the bed to continue at each others’ ripe armpits, we were both in heaven as I munched on his and fed him mine which were rank after my leg workout at the gym. He tasted salty and clearly had ripened through the day but not pungent.

I actually enjoyed the contrast between the fresh scent of his shampoo and his raunchy pits. It was so hot knowing this clean-cut guy can get so nasty. We stripped down to our jockstraps as promised, and I dropped to my knees the instant he revealed his black Bike jock he had been wearing for a week, burying my nose at his crotch. His bat stretched the pouch to the right and I worshipped all around it, breathing through the fabric. I hadn’t paid attention to my own dick so far but it was tenting my pouch.

Bobbi looked so damn hot when he pulled on his chaps and boots that I had him pose for a few pics for me. Starved for a ripe tasting jock, Bobbi dropped to his knees to savour my white JM jock I haven’t washed for the past year. The stains on the pouch didn’t deter him as he laid me down on the bed, me wearing my jockstrap and boots. He looked in admiration of my thick quads and helped himself to my sweaty thighs, working up towards my pouch. We avoided touching our cocks until we had thoroughly explored every inch of our bodies. His 8 inch shaft was begging for release and it grew just as I let it out of its confinement, relinquishing a whiff of mansmell and drops of pre-cum on his slit. Bobbi’s bush was extremely groomed but I could smell and taste the shaft, especially from the odorous leather cockring that had accumulated loads and sweat over the years.

I just couldn’t resist and gulped his bone down my throat, caressing and worshipping it. His moans encouraged me to work harder as I worked the shaft between my hands and throat then lifting the boots into the air to reveal his shaved hole. I was in awe to see this tall muscle guy in leather with his penny-size pucker. I nibbled around his buttcheeks before going in for the gold, tongue-fucking the prize and doing my favourite: fingering and sucking simultaneously. Somehow that triggered his need for my ass, and laid me down on my chest to worship my ass and trying to get into my asshole.

I didn’t feel like getting fucked with Bobbi as we were into fetish play so I was reluctant to spread my ass tight too far, making it known I wasn’t available for fucking. I rolled around to make out with him and ran my finger on his crack. I think that he had expected some ass-fucking and got up to demonstrate an enema with beer. It was an eye-opener watching him squat over an open Corona, lifting himself to shake it, then pulling the bottle out to release himself.

When we got back to bed, I went back to sucking but it took me a few minutes before I mustered the energy to chew on his beer smelling ass. It was a pleasure to serve as he really enjoyed my tongue work. Seeing that we were close, I got up to suck him off til he blew on his chest and I planted my dick over his lips to suck my sack and applying pressure below my nuts til I shot over his chest and neck.

We were exhausted but it was nice as he cuddled me for 30 minutes before departing. We exchanged two jocks each, I gave him my white JM jock and my nastiest Bike swim jock and got a black and white Bike jock from him. They both smelled so damn hot I jacked off with it over my nose the next morning.

California

2007-03-31T19:04:00.000-04:00

I’ve been slacking on this blog due to my travels and family issues. But I’m in San Francisco right now and I’ve determined that I love this city. I love the energy, there are so many new ideas brewing and citizens are so accepting of each other. Yet it has a slower pace of life compared to New York and can’t beat the great weather.

I am at a coffee shop right now and three girls next to me are talking about the new plastic bag ban here in San Francisco. I am so glad of this initiative and hope it’ll spread elsewhere. I oftentimes carry my plastic bin when grocery shopping and avoid bags whenever possible. I hate it when baggers give out a bag for every item when I can carry the same amount in a single one. Or worse, people who get a bag for a bottle of water they’ll drink anyways. Little things like this are the least we can do for the environment. A tid-bit of my politics in the midst of this gay blog; but I guess San Francisco is a gay topic anyways.

I was in Palm Springs and Los Angeles prior to my arrival and I hate the latter. L.A. is just an expanse of one storey buildings and cars. Cars and Cars. I barely walked the fours days I was there and I’m sure my butt got flatter just from spending so much time in a car. By contrast, I can definitely imagine myself living in Palm Springs. it’s such a small city but with such a cosmopolitan feel. It’s amazing how gay the city is. I worked out at the World Gym Palm Springs during my visit and it was packed with gays, mostly 40 years old and above. Some of them were hot! Being in gay concentrate areas, I’ve been swarmed with gay porn stars left and right, including Dillon Press and Nick Marino in Palm Springs and COLT Men Alex Chandler and Colin West in front of Gold’s Gym Castro.

I actually have two very hot encounters I have yet to blog.

Freeballing

2007-03-04T23:23:00.000-05:00

I have a big underwear fetish, something that started when I was in college. Actually earlier, I remember snatching the hottest guy in middle school's boxers when it was laying on the benches. So I've accumulated 60+ pieces of underwear at last count one year ago. I've been wearing briefs mainly in the past 6 months and jocks or thongs prior to that. Anyways, I just discovered the joy of freeballing recently and it feels good. This may be a phase or else my underwears will go to waste.

Rusty Again

2007-02-28T04:56:00.000-05:00

I’ve been procrastinating to write this Rusty encounter because I’ve been travelling.

Rusty showed up that night at my place as arranged wearing only a jacket and t-shirt, a crazy idea given the -10 degrees of the Canadian winter. I invited him towards the sofa where we chatted about his travels and I initiated the action by brushing his forearm and laying my hand on his thighs, when the moment was clear, I leaned over to kiss him. I even used one hand to lock his lips into mine as we sat side by side. For a deeper kiss, I swung over and sat on his laps to continue the tongue hockey and Rusty was just as a great kisser as I remembered. I reached under his shirt to feel his clipped torso before I leaned down to taste his body. Rusty had remembered my preference for a natural body scent and asked over the phone before arrival if I wanted him that way. I savoured his chest and neck, anywhere that was possible given the position so I led him to the bed where we stripped down and I buried my nose in his armpits and resumed the kissing.

I reached down to his bulge trapped in his jockstrap, one I requested, and whipped out his dick. Sex, for me, is as much about pleasuring others as it is for myself even though I was paying this guy. I sniffed out the shaft and gently teased his nuts and shaft by breathing onto them, then rolling the tip of my tongue around before I engulfed his 7 inches down my throat. I knew he was being pleasured when that meat was rock hard on my tongue and he writhed and moaned. I climbed up to kiss him and feed him my shaft.

A problem throughout the encounter was that I was leaving early the next day for a 3 week holiday and I was still packing. I had not been able to relax in the back of my mind about the numerous things I had to accomplish before my departure as Rusty gave me an amazing blowjob. Noting that I still l had things to pack, I rushed to his foot to lift his legs to reveal his perfect glute and pucker. This guy has the roundest and meatiest butt cheeks and I didn’t hesitate to dive in, feasting on it like my last meal, as I always do when it comes to rimming. He remained rock hard as I rolled his knees onto his ears when I ate him out. Fingers followed in order to loosen him, I reached up to kiss him simultaneously to ease the pressure. I reckoned he was ready when I squeezed three fingers inside and he remained erect so I wrapped myself and took the plunge. Rusty took my dick like a champ, with light moans, and I was sliding in and out of him in a minute. I fucked him missionary and sideways, always leaning over to kiss him and making sure he was okay. Given my time predicament, I didn’t hold myself back on the edge as I would like and was close to the edge in a short time. As I was on the verge, Rusty checked to see if I was ready and pretty much sucked the load out of me when his sphincter gripped on my dick when he blew his load.

The kid showered and chatted for a bit before leaving. I felt the chemistry was not as great as our first rendez-vous but I blame it mostly on myself as I had not been able to really relax for him, with the various things in the back of my head. One thing I thought Rusty was really smart was not asking me where I was going or my details even when he passed by my suitcase that I was packing. I didn’t have anything to hide but his respect tfor clients’ privacy is worth applauding. Rusty said he would return over the summer and I don’t hesitate seeing him again.

The Only Reason I Watch Football

2007-02-11T19:51:00.000-05:00

I came across this and can't help state the obvious. I have no interest in team sports but when I do come across a hot ass in tight football pants on ESPN, my finger does pause.

Escort Rusty Called

2007-02-09T17:04:00.000-05:00

Rusty, the escort who I met last year, called me today. It was unexpected and a pleasant surprise. He informed me that he's in Toronto for a family event and and without much further chit-chat, I asked him about his schedule because I'm certain he didn't call for any other reason. We've tentatively arranged to meet Sunday event.

I have not planned on hiring since the last gut-wrenching incident. But by my experience and his spectacular reviews, I am not hesitating one bit about ths extra spending.

I Forgot My Dirty Jock

2007-02-09T14:34:00.000-05:00

I went to the gym yesterday morning and wore my raunchiest Bike jockstrap, the one I haven't washed since August, it's crusty loaded with stains and god knows how many loads of jizz from myself and others. It's so filthy that I can even smell the pouch through my shorts when I sit down at the gym. (I haven't figured out what to do with it, it's a waste to just launder it, so I'm thinking about selling it for another guy's enjoyment.)

After I got home from the gym, I showered and lefty my dirty socks and that jock on the floor in plain view, totally forgotten to clean up as I was in a rush. Unbeknownst to me, my boyfriend called the cleaners in and when I came home, my dirty laundry was relocated to my hamper. I can't say it was an embarassing moment becausse I was not present but I think the cleaners will look at me in a different light next time.

Raunchy Rimjob

2007-02-06T12:52:00.000-05:00

I went out Saturday night to a local gay porn theatre which is a sex club in disguise. The last time I went to the place was two years but I was feeling the need for some cock and contact. The place was pretty quiet thru the night due to the frigid temperature. There was only one interesting guy but he didn’t want to play so cruised around until I brushed shoulders with a 40 year old bearish guy with a moustache, he was wearing a jockstrap and black t-shirt from The Hoist, thereby denoting his proclivity. He wasn’t model handsome but his t-shirt and boldness to simply wear a jockstrap intrigued me, thinking that he was into some kinky fun and I was feeling kinky. In order to gain his attention, I ran my finger along his forearm that stopped him in his track. He turned around to lay his hand on my pecs presumably to size me up and I did the same. I reached down to his crotch and felt a heavy mass there as he felt my growing boner thru my jeans.

Having sufficiently tested each others’ endowment, he led me to a room for more privacy. Judging by his stature, I thought he would be the aggressive one, like forcing me on my knees to such him and possibly fucking me. But he got right down on his knees and took my erection in his lips. I haven’t had a hot mouth wrapped over my bone in a while, so I just arched back leaning against then wall and enjoyed the service. He constantly reached around to cup my asscheeks as he sucked until he turned me around to eat my ass. I haven’t had a good rimjob in ages and being dressed in jeans made it harder that took me a few minutes to adjust as I lowered myself gradually to further expose my hole for his lapping tongue. It was feeling good and it seemed like he couldn’t get enough of it. Given the restrictions of my attire and space, he couldn’t dig any deeper so he got up and I turned around as we locked into each other.

As my hand was again exploring his ass and snapping the straps on his jock, he whispered in my ear “I love the taste of your ass.”

In the back of my mind, I wasn’t sure how much more he wanted because I hadn’t showered that day and had been sweating at the gym so I was rank. Just as I finished that thought, he furthered “I love eating a raunchy ass. I‘d love it for you to squat over my face.” I could feel my eyes glow as I love getting rimmed, not to mention a hot tongue up my ripe armpits or ass. I let him know what I was “ripe” from the gym and not showering all day. We bounced back and forth, as I graphically informed him of my body and him lusting after it.

As we spoke, I kept feeling that “mass” inside his jock and my curiousity dragged me down to check it out. I am not a size queen but don’t want to miss out, besides, it’s courteous to reciprocate. Inside was his semi-erect shaft with a ball stretcher with cockring which enhanced the bulge, I attempted to bring it up to see how big it would become but he never got fully erect and I gave up, thinking about the hot rimjob he proposed. So I got up and slipped out of my jeans and he instantly knew I was giving him my ass so he laid on the floor as I squat over his face.

His tongue was magical, he lapped up every bit of my asscrack and created some suction on my hole. It was like he sucked my bud out and threw his tongue back in between my asslips. I don’t know how he did it but it felt good, I leaned over at times to suck on his dick as he rimmed me. I rubbed myself and kept moaning, making it obvious how good it felt and asked "you like that raunchy ass, don’t you?” He boosted my ego in confirmation and that just made him work harder at it. I let him know how close I was and tried to jack him off but he wasn’t interested in cumming so I pleasured myself and threw my head back as I load erupted onto his chest. My ass rested on his face for another minute after I blew before we cleaned up.

The Hoist is a gay raunchy sex bar in London – his t-shirt was a giveaway of his raunchy side but I didn’t expect him to be the one feasting on my ass.

Body Image Issues

2007-01-30T16:37:00.000-05:00

My sex life hasn't been to exciting lately due to a combination of family issues and just lack of interest, affected by my bad encounter last time. For a few weeks, my morning hard-ons had even diminished, presumably due to the inactivity. I've been stroking off the past few days and it has totally revived, rock hard in the mornings.

I got a new toy. No, it's not a dildo or sex toy but a new laptop with Windows Vista Premium. 1GB ram and Intel Duo Core 1.73GHz.

I attempted to take a few pictures of myself over the weekend in the used ripe jockstrap I bought online. But somehow, I don't look like the hottie who sold it to me. I know that I don't look horrible or obese but I'm far from the cover models of Men's Fitness. It seems that I have never been attained the body I want since I started working out seriously in college (11 years ago). At times, I get frustrated and depressed unable to achieve the goals I strive so hard for. I love working on my legs, hence the thick quads, and abs are my weakness. I don't really hate it but I fail to see any results over the years leading me to ignore them. But I've switched my routine this week so I do my abs at the start of my work-out. Because I am oftentimes too exhausted to do them afterwards. It's frustrating that I can never achieve a leaner defined core. I do cardio twice weekly, 30 minutes each but it's boring and I'm considering swimming as substitude.

I know that most gay men suffer from body image issues because we are such a visual breed and aware that we are often judged based on our looks. I have a boyfriend but it does boost my ego when I can make a few necks swing my way.
The guy from whom I bought the jock
Him in the jock

Me in the same jock

Regretful Fuck

2007-01-21T20:12:00.000-05:00

I sort of understand why there are people who post old or even fake pictures of themselves online. It’s cuz there are suckers like me who follow through even though the pictures were from five years.

I was surfing Craigslist two weeks ago and found an escort bottom who was visiting town. Being ass-starved lately, I craved some ass that would give my some pleasure.

The escort Bert Carse advertised as “30 years old 5'9", 177 lb with buff muscled build, trimmed body hair and very tight/firm bubble butt!” To ease the pressure to go thru with it even if he was not as advertised, I requested to meet in the hotel lobby. When I saw him, it was evident that his photos were taken a few years ago and ten pounds lighter, yet as if I was hypnotized, I followed his lead to his room.

Things got rolling pretty fast and he gave me a light massage right off the bat. We were both naked and I was hard in a few minutes even though he gave me a crappy back rub, kneading my back with small light pinches. I directed his mouth to my boner when I flipped onto my back felt his real redeeming quality, his blowjob, wrap around my boner as I told him to suck. His lips moved up my body and we kissed a bit as he ground his crack on my dick. We were explicit that he was a total bottom so I wasted no time in fucking him in every position. He did have a tight welcoming ass and I held back a few times before my load erupted on his asscrack.

Somehow throughout the whole shag, I questioned in the back of my mind his looks and revealing that he no longer looks like his pictures. One is supposed to feel good after a fuck, walk away with a smile and a few grams of jizz lighter but I hated myself for why I went through with the deal. I felt dirty and stupid. He was smart when he met in the lobby to lead me straight up the elevators without giving me a chance to ponder the reality with his ad. Had I had a few more minutes, I would’ve turned him down. After this and the other mediocre experience Palm Springs, I really value the Consumer Reports for gay escort reviews like Daddy’s Reviews.

Coming Out

2006-12-31T19:18:00.000-05:00

I just discovered a batch of blogs by guys who are still in the closet (I’ve added them to my favs on the right). I’ve always followed mainstream gay blogs of guys detailing their opening gay life and conquests but didn’t know that there are still so many gays in the closet.

And these guys are younger than me or in college. I had thought that gays of that generation were all out and proud. I mean there are so many reports of 14 year olds openly admitting they’re gay and the proliferation of gay-straight alliances in school would make coming out so easy. But for these guys, they’re still treading on thin ice when it comes to disclosing their sexuality.

I’m not one of those guys who goes around accusing guys are gay for the sake of wrestling another one for the team. To be honest, it really doesn’t matter to me and I understand that some guys are not yet comfortable with leaving the closet, for whatever reason.

Personally, I am so glad that I’m out and got that obstacle in life behind me. My boyfriend said he knew he was gay since four. Gees, I didn’t know about homosexuality until I was 16 and remember I met a guy at a public toilet who brought me to a bathhouse when I was 17. I didn’t even know what we did but I knew it was pleasurable. I tried to suppress these desires and concentrated on college applications and hanging with friends for a year.

I started re-discovering ‘that side of me’ in college. In freshman year, I hit the locker room after working out just before closing and it was packed. I backed out and returned later to find out that guys were cruising there, pulling their boners to jack off and suck each other once they were comfortable that I wasn’t straight and wouldn’t be freaked out by it. I realised that one can be openly gay, I read a bunch of gay books at Borders, and logged onto the nascent internet. I had also met Kevin, a blond grad student at the gym, with whom I got into ‘everything’ with. By February of sophomore year, I was ready and came out to my friends, all of whom were supportive. I started clubbing with my shirt off that summer and for a while, it seemed that every guy out there was gay and available. I took the last hurdle to tell my parents at graduation. They were astounded and cried, both of them, but they have now accepted the fact and okay with it.

For me, college was a time of self-discovery and most guys come out around that time. I just can’t imagine still being in the closet, having to lie about my dates, whereabouts, and pretending girls were hot when I was in fact checking out the guys. I think that it’s actually better to come out when young. It becomes harder over time because if one can pull off a lie for years, why bother the change. Lies only beget more lies and it’d be too hard to deal with after a while – at least for me.

I know there are guys who love sports or can’t be openly gay for career reasons, but at least be true to yourself. Understand that one can be gay without frequenting gay bars or wearing a feather boa. One would be surprised that there are a lot open-minded people out there who could care less of your homosexuality as long as you treat each other with respect and/or capable at your work.

I am not trying to advocate guys to come out of the closet but the world often cares for who you are and not who you fuck.

Happy New Year!

My Exhibitionism

2006-12-24T14:11:00.000-05:00

I got distracted and decided to take a few pictures of myself on this sunny day.

I'm an asshiound but like showing off my ass as well.

Ripe Pits for Irish Guy

2006-12-24T12:18:00.000-05:00

I’ve always been the cruiser on Craigslist but decided to post last Monday seeking a piggish encounter, someone into serving my pits and crotch. There were several prospects but one Irish guy really stood thru our correspondences with his promises to lick every crack in my body. I met him at his place Wednesday afternoon and he looked better than the single face pic he supplied. 32 year old good looking guy 5’10” average build.

After some chit-chat, I learned he had a son he adopted in Africa. That piece of information excited me because I want kids badly and asked him the process and how he felt. But a light-bulb lit up in my head that I was not here about his kid and I have arousal issues if I get to know the person too well so I quickly wrapped up the conversation as fast as it started.

As he emitted his last words on his boy, he directed me to his room where we started making out at the foot of the bed. Irish was a great kisser, his tongue twirling inside me as my hands explored his chest and back. He lifted my shirt and unleashed his tongue on my pecs and savoured my flesh. I was so enjoying his worship I reached to take off my shirt to give him better access. I shoved his nose to my right side and watched him taking in breathes of my armpit there. I could even smell myself as I looked down to his nostrils millimeters away from my pit with sounds of heavy breathing to take in the aroma. I could only imagine what he was taking in thru his nostrils. I commanded him to take a deep breath and give me a tongue bath there and he obliged.

Afterwards he moved up to plant his lips on mine and I pulled back and queried “you like that pit? It’s ripe for ya, I didn’t shower after the gym this morning.” He hastily replied “yes” to rush back to the kissing as I reached down to pull his growing 8” dick out of his boxer briefs. He was just as keen to get to my dick and descended to his knees to open my fly revealing my boner trapped under my Bike jock pouch. Seeing that it was gonna be in the way, I took off my jeans to give him full access to my crotch. I could tell he was in heaven sniffing away at my crotch. I told him “smell that pouch! I haven’t washed this jock in 6 months, it’s packed with piss and cum stains.” That piece of information pushed him up a gear as he dug his nose into every possible corner containing my mansmells, the bottom of the pouch, the sides, and smearing the pre-cum that was leaking thru the cotton. He came up for air and uttered “fuck, you smell like a man, I like it!”

I moved up to the bed and he stripped the rest of his clothes off with a look of lust that he was craving for more. I drove his neck to my left pit for him to devour before making out with him again, tasting a bit of myself off his lips. We were really verbal throughout the encounter as he praised me of my taste and I informed him how sweaty ripe I can get. I turned him over and pinned his right arm over his head with my both arms and targeted his right hairy pit, though not as strong-smelling as mine, was delectable with the right scent and no deodorant. He wasted no chance and clamoured for my right pit above his nose as I laid on top of him.

I kneeled up to straddle his face and aligned my crotch on his nose, Dwayne wasted no opportunity to grasp my odor from the bottom of my pouch where it meets the straps and buried himself in there for a few minutes before I turned 180 degrees for him to smell my ass.
In a 69 position, I reached to suck his boner as he took in the sweat down my crack. He was lightly trimmed with hair around the base and nuts which I lapped over. I felt my dick needed attention as well so I removed myself from his dick, and as if he read my mind, he got up, turned around and got to sucking me with my dick hanging from the side of my pouch. I swung my head back as his warm lips and wet tongue massaged me. I saw that he was scrumping against the bed by the way his ass moved and I could tell by the motions that his load wasn’t far off. I brought him up for more kissing and dirty talk. I yanked my funky jockstrap off and fed it to his face, telling him to smell it as I stroked myself. I pointed out spots that were stain laden, towards the bottom of the pouch, and he dived into them with his nose. Within seconds, he moaned that he was cumming and I held the pouch of the jockstrap to his dick and let him blow there, wiping off every drop of his load on the cotton. I blew seconds later and did the same. But the jock was too wet by then I had to use his towel to clean the rest.

I pocketed the jock in my jacket and said our byes.

Last Minute Orgy

2006-12-02T14:29:00.000-05:00

I haven’t had an orgy in a while and was drawn into one last minute on Wednesday. Thanks to craigslist, 2 tops and a bottom were seeking more tops for an orgy, judging by the photos, it was going to be a good lay.

Keith, the organiser who is an event planner by trade, finally got seven of us (four tops and three bottoms) into a hotel room. I was the first to arrive and had to wait 30 minutes until the whole party was assembled. I’m not going to chronicle the happenings but as usual with a three-way or any orgy, there were guys who I was more attracted than others. And the three bottoms Keith rung in were all skinny Asian twinks. Except one, Vince, who had a pretty face and little better build than a twink, I wasn’t drawn to the other two bottoms.

Since this may get confusing, I’ll post the characters in play here.

Keith: organizer, 28 5’10” 168lbs smooth boyish face top
Mike: twinky femmish Asian bottom with shaved dick
Vince: 26 year old 5’9” smooth slim Asian, pretty face and smile
Chris: 25-ish, twinky Asian
Tim: 30 year old 5’11” muscular blond 6-pack carrying top 8” uncut dick
Nick: 30 5’9” dark hair light belly top

When Nick walked in the room, dressed in his suit, I thought he looked familiar, possibly a guy I played with twice about 3 years ago. He stripped down to shower first and even though nothing had started, he was already rock hard pointing to the ceiling walking into the bathroom. When things got rolling, I wanted to get next to Tim but Nick was already laying beside him in one bed and had started the fondling. I started off playing with Vince beside me, leaning over to make out with him and running my hand over his smooth body. Once I got hard, I lifted myself and fed him my dick whilst Keith was assembling the two other bottoms at the end of the bed to showcase their ass. Vince joined them and the three bottoms were at the edge of the bed sucking whatever dick that was in their face and Keith probed their holes.

I strategically stood next to Tim and we shared the same mouth on our dicks as we kissed. Tim‘s tongue wasn’t that playful so I cuffed his neck with my free hand to lock his mouth into mine that got both of us thoroughly hard. Things shifted and Tim moved onto fucking while I laid in bed with Nick. I bent over to suck his nipples and moved south to his dick, then he lit a big forced smile –lips sealed and stretched wide- of pleasure. Then it hit me that I definitely shagged him before and he was just coming out of the closet then, still so unfamiliar with gay sex. I couldn’t help mentioning this to him but he couldn’t remember and I didn’t insist because what were the chances I would see him again.

I got up and jammed my dick into whichever hole was available, always keeping an eye on Tim. Twice that night, I sat next to him whenever we recessed from the fucking and played with each other. His kissing was warming up as our tongues twirled non-stop. I carved out the muscle in his fucking smooth hot body with my tongue before I slobbered over his 8” uncut dick. Knowing that he was a top, I tongue massaged his nuts and lifted his legs to dip into his hairy pucker. I had already scooped out his hole earlier as he was fucking and knew I had to have it. I worked hard on his hole, providing both of us the pleasure. I used my finger to pry it wider but cautious not to slide inside too soon that may turn him off.

We both resumed some fucking when surprisingly, Keith asked Tim to fuck him. I offered as stand-in as Tim pounded away at Chris’ hole but Keith said he wanted Tim. So at the round table in the room Tim rubbered-up behind Keith and I bent Vince over and we inserted our wrapped dicks inside our respective holes. As Vince was taller than me, I had to stretch my heels to align with him. I derived more pleasure watching the proclaimed top getting pounded by the hottest guy in the room than the hole wrapped over my dick. By the time we were exhausted from the fucking, I went with Tim to one bed to continue our action. A bit of a surprise, I saw Mike pull a rubber on his 7” shaved shaft and Keith moaning to take it in. But I refocused on Tim who was a great cock-sucker, his lips wrapped my shaft like a glove, giving me just the right pressure as he slid up and down.

As our routine finished, Tim got up to dress and leave. I could tell that it wasn’t his scene either. It’s true that guys tend to be attracted to guys with similar body types, muscle-guys to muscle-guys, bears, with bears etc. The main purpose I work-out other than for pleasure is that I want to attain a body that the guys I find attractive will appreciate. Anyways, my main reason to stay had left with Tim but Keith asked me to fuck him.

Keith threw his legs in the air over the round table and went right in. He muffled his moans of my thrusts at various speeds and rhythms by grabbing Vince and Mike to suck and kiss. Twice, I let him know I was real close and had to pause the fucking with my dick still inside until my dick gathered its sense to fuck again. Keith liked it real deep, I saw his eyes stretch open when I pulled back and slowly slammed it to the base. I couldn’t hold back anymore and told him I had to blow, he encouraged me to keep on fucking meaning that he wanted me to shoot inside – so I did.

Surprisingly, Keith mentioned that his hole was a virgin but had always wanted to try. I really couldn’t tell judging by how easily he took Tim and I inside. Nick and Chris were done over in the corner and Keith, Vince, and Mike were left to play we I exited.

Hot Nude Yoga

2006-11-21T16:37:00.001-05:00

I met up with one of my favourite bloggers, the Ex-Go–Go Dancer, when I was in New York, who had quit blogging just weeks before we met. He mentioned that he was going to nude yoga that Saturday morning and I just laughed to myself when I read this suggestion in my inbox. He had blogged that he does it once in a while and being the exhibitionist I am, I happily obliged. Ex Go-Go Dancer was easily recognizable when I showed up at the yoga studio. I stripped down to my brand new c-in2 briefs to sit beside him when the instructor came up and mentioned that I had to be naked. I didn’t strip all the way down because I was unsure of the normal etiquette but gladly followed suit seeing that everybody else was really naked.

I didn’t really get hard but as I was getting acquainted with Ex Go-Go Dancer, my eyes instinctively scanned a few guys who entered with their semi-erect dick. Nude yoga was definitely an experience but it felt awkward with my dick dangling thru the moves. I was definitely distracted by the nakedness around me during the initial 15 minutes, I didn’t get semi-erect but my dick was definitely felt full but it subsided as I focused on the moves. What stirred me was the sensuality and some of the exposure during a few partner moves, my partner being Ex Go-Go Dancer.

Even though I am such a nudist, but my dick flopping around during yoga didn’t feel so right. I would’ve preferred having a piece of underwear on. I’m glad at least I tried it!

Hot Nude Yoga

2006-11-21T16:37:00.000-05:00

James' Response

2006-11-20T12:44:00.000-05:00

I messaged James a few days ago thanking him for a great time. Call me narcissistic, I was proud of myself when he responded:

YOU ROCKED MY FUCKING WORLD!!!!!!!!

Best damn sex I've had in ages!!!!!!!!!!!

Cancelled My Manhunt

2006-11-17T12:37:00.000-05:00

I cancelled my Manhunt account Wednesday. I have been using it for other last 3 months and haven’t met too many guys. 3 to be exact – the bootlad, my rejection, and the lazy ass. I got tonnes of messages the first few days I joined cuz I was the new meat but my ego has since crashed parallel to the number of messages I got. The guys were the same and frankly, it distracted me from work cuz I would still check it in anticipation of something interesting though none came. I paid for 3 months and still have half of the time credit remaining but I decided to cut it out of my life anyhow.

I’m not giving a negative review of Manhunt. The customer service was great but it just isn’t my scene. Last time I joined a main cruising site was M4M4Sex when it first came out 4 years ago, doe it still exist or has it gone to the graveyard like Friendster?

Raunchy James Part 2

2006-11-15T17:02:00.000-05:00

He directed me straight to his room and warned me that we should keep our volume down as his roommate was to return any second. Once in his room, I spotted 6 pairs of boots he laid against one wall causing me to roll my tongue hungrily to wet my lips. I love leather and boots, and was swimming in my dreams of tasting and rubbing against his leather and made a note to myself I’ll try them on later since we wear the same size.

Being under time constraint, he set the music and I stood right next to him ensuring myself as first point contact when he was done setting up his iPod. Subtlety doesn’t exist in my vocabulary, James was what I wanted and I was there to savour every bit of him I can. I was right in his face when he got up from his computer. Starring intensely into each other, I drew him in to plant my lips on his, setting off a long game of tongue hockey as our arms explored each others’ bodies to sample the goods. I laughed a few times as his scruffy face rubbed against mine before we shifted to the bed. The kissing resumed as I laid on top of him, simultaneously running my right hand across his hairy chest and nipples under his t-shirt. I closed my eyes and basked in the sensations then, like a kid, lifted the garment to get a peek of his body, the same body I had jacked off numerous times to.

I feasted on the buffet before me, rolling out my tongue to taste his hairy torso and I took deep whiffs of his body. Then I smelled cologne when my nose reached his chest! I’m not a big fan of cologne but it was just a hint he sprayed earlier at work to avoid any unpleasant smells resulting from some labourous duties. For some reason, the musky scent of Molton Brown mixed with his natural aroma made him even sexier. As we both had reached our limits as to where we could go on each others’ bodies with our shirts on, I swung upright to take both of our shirts off. I was thrilled the piece of heaven before my eyes whilst he emitted a “wow” at the sight of my muscles. I work out hard and acknowledge I have muscles, not as much or defined as I would like, but I know how to take a compliment. Pleased that I excited him, we went back to our tongue twisting exercises. I was anxious for more of his body and pulled away to nibble on his underarms I had pinned down over his head, eventually zooming in to his right armpit. James arrived at my right pit at the same time and I flexed my arms for him to get a taste of my muscles he admired. He circled over my right bicep with his tongue and hand before giving him access to my pit. Even though it was a chilly autumn day, I had been running since the morning to catch my flight and around town, therefore accumulating sweat and the ensuing musk in my pits – the clean yet strong type. I watched James devour on my right underarm, moaning in ecstasy. I lifted myself to retrieve some confirmation of his worshipping, questioning “You like those pits?” He was too busy and hastily answered “yeah, fucking hot!” I furthered by commanding him to “take a deep breath of it for me!” He took in a few deep breaths as if it was the last breath of air of his life. I was totally turn-on by his worshipping and grabbed his face onto mine, tongue fucked him and at the same time tasting my own pits off his lips.

I lifted his right arm over his head, took a breath of his hairy pits and worked my tongue all over it like I was tossing a salad. The light musky scent mixed in with his cologne sprayed was the best tasting salad dressing as I lapped up every drop and repeated the action over on his other side. I wanted more of his body and moved south onto his hairy torso, nibbling his nipples and licking the flesh under the coat of light brown hair. He was moaning real loud when I arrived at the waist of his jeans and both of our cocks were busting inside so we untangled to slip out of our jeans. I helped him out of his harness boots and tight jeans specifically requesting that he keep his socks on. We both had a big wetspot in our bikini pouches, mine with pre-cum seeping through.

James flipped me around onto my back to work on my body as I had done to him. He lapped up my pits again then darted his tongue into my mouth. I haven’t encountered such a passionate kisser in a very long time it only made my cock harder creating drops of pre-cum that was now visible in my crotch. It seemed I couldn’t get enough of him and got up to lay him on his back, our heads at the foot of the bed, me on top of him. I got down momentarily to grab a pair of his black cowboy boots and watch him pull them on, By now, I still have not had his cock and wanted it badly. I licked the inside of his left boot and worked my way up to his crotch. I pulled down the waistband of his grey tanga briefs watch his semi-erect 8 inch meat plop out. I wrapped my lips around the head to suck it gently, bringing audible sighs, only getting louder as I sucked him in down to the base. He extended the right pointy toe under my nuts so I whipped my dick out and slapped the pre-cum on the leather, furthered by getting down and licking the precum off, looking intensely into his eyes. I wanted more. I resumed my attention on his cock and balls. It seemed that the hairs on his body were the hints to a treasure and I was the relentless treasure-hunter who wouldn’t stop as I moved below his nuts and had to yank his briefs off for more. And the treasure was right in my eyes, his furry ass, his sweet pucker under the forest of hair. I threw his legs in the air to get the best view in the house, nibbled on his light hairy butt-cheeks, blew on the pucker, and sloppily lapped it up,

Starved of something, James moved me around so I could still access his asshole and he got a chance to slurp my dripping dick. His hot tongue and finger pressing against my asshole only made me want to please him more. Aware that he enjoyed attention on his ass, I fingered him when I was confident he was relaxed enough, He just let go of my dick as my index finger prodded in. I turned around to focus on his hole, watching my fingers slide beneath his pelt of ass hair before his warm hole sucked me in. His boots stepped on my chest as my fingers stretched his ass. I multi-tasked as I turn my head to lick his boots and finger-fuck him at the same time. His dick stiffened every time I hit his prostate, so I leaned down and sucked him as he ground his hips to ride my fingers and to pick up the suction from my mouth. That kicked up his groans a notch and I knew he was close, his nuts were tight and my fingers fell into an abyss. With one loud moan, he shot his load over himself. My fingers rested in the warmth as I stroked myself off, blowing over his pecs.

For some reason, my cock was never hard except at the beginning. I don’t know if it was performance anxiety, working too hard to please the guy or that it was way too hot in there. We walked to the subway together and he remarked that he could still taste me in his lips. I gave him a kiss when we split and did taste myself.

Raunchy James Part 1

2006-11-10T18:10:00.000-05:00

I‘ve been a bad blogger recently, my life has not been that eventful plus I’ve been really busy with work. So busy that I’ve even neglected a lot of the blogs and porn sites I frequent. I was in New York City last weekend visiting friends and met up with James, a 38 year old leather guy whom I’ve been chatting with for the past year.

I still recall that the pictures of him in his chaps, boots, fuzzy chest and ass caught my attention when I initiated the contact. Physically, he’s totally hot with the right attitude and confidence. We messaged back and forth a few times and it totally turned me on that we were both into the exact same things. Based on those messages, I even jacked off envisioning myself buried in his sweaty armpits and ass as we rubbed against each others’ leather.

I even planned on meeting him when I was in Paris at the same time as him earlier this year but our schedules were tight and couldn’t connect.

So when I found out that I was heading to the Big Apple, I messaged him with full intention for a coffee or drink. The problem with me is that I oftentimes lose sexual interest after I’ve gotten to know the person. Since we’ve been chatting for a year, that sexual spark has diminished even though I can’t stop checking out the pictures on his profile every so often. When I suggested we meet for a coffee, his first reply was “I wanna do a lot more than just a coffee.” I smiled to myself when I read that message, happy that I was still desirable but conflicted whether I should go ahead for a fuck. Of course, my dick took over and we agreed to meet at a bar in Chelsea Friday evening.

I was 20 minutes late that evening and he was easily recognizable as soon as I entered. James looked exactly the same as in his photos, wearing a black skullcap with a leather jacket, and harness boots. After a few minutes of chat, I decided to skip the drink (as he was pressed for time and we like what we saw) and we headed to his apartment across the street. I followed him up the four flights of stairs to his apartment, looking in amazement at his ass wrapped in tight blue jeans. At the top of the stairs, I couldn’t tell whether my heavy breathing was derived from the exercise or my anticipation of his ass under the jeans.

I'll continue this tomorrow.

Lazy Ass

2006-10-29T11:48:00.000-05:00

Sometimes it surprises me how lazy people can get when it’s for something they want, such as my dick.

Last Saturday, this latino’s pictures looked promising and the fact that he was a bottom and love to get rimmed attracted me to his apartment 30 minutes later.

He buzzed me into his building and was prepping in his room wrapped in a towel. I thought ‘great, at least I have a clean ass this time.’ As I last posted, I had an almost-revolting encounter. Anyways, when this latino-bottom boy was done, he came out to the living room and I got a clear view of my target, a 5’9” 1,74 m smooth guy that was 10 lbs heavier than his pictures. He had a nice butt and stripped down to reveal his thong as I had requested. I envisioned rimming that ass and sliding the thong to the side as I plow him so I followed him into his room.

He climbed onto the bed lying on his back with legs in the air revealing his round shaved bud. I thought to myself ‘wow, this guy likes to get straight to the point’ and so I dived head on into his crack, blowing and teasing his hole. He was moaning like crazy, repeatedly begging me to eat his ass so I complied. I zoomed into his asssbud and feasted on his fresh asshole as it was the first ass I’ve had in a while as he wimpered and moaned. I slipped my finger in to open him up but he twice pulled my hand off. This guy only likes getting rimmed and fucked but I wasn’t rock hard yet. I stood up and motioned for him to move his head to the edge of the bed and fed him my dick. I pretty much had to jam the head thru his lips as his tongue extended to lick on the head. I threw my hips closer trying to slide my whole shaft in his mouth but he wouldn’t let me in. I told him to lick my nuts and he just turned his face left and right with his nose rubbing my balls.

I was totally disappointed by now as he said that he was into oral over the computer. One thing I’ve learned in life is to acknowledge I have to cut my losses as I saw this was getting nowhere. I stood up and said that it wasn’t working. He was okay, and even went to gay.com right away as I was putting on my jacket.

Probably I wasn’t what he expected but I gave a pretty clear photos of my body and face. He was totally not interactive, something I require. How lazy can he be to just throw his legs in the air expecting a rimjob and my dick inside. One has to work for everything, including sex. That was my second failed hook-up.

How Gay Am I?

2006-10-18T10:46:00.000-04:00

Here are the results. I have to agree they are pretty accurate for "All Around Cute Guy" and "S&M" segment.

You scored as The all-round cute gay guy. YOu are a cute guy who many would die to be with..........lucky!!

The all-round cute gay guy

60%

Raging Queer

50%

S + M guy

40%

Straight Acting

30%

A Big Bear

20%

Straight

20%

Straight Queer Basher

What type of Gay are YOU?
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Mid Dream Jack Off

2006-10-17T12:09:00.000-04:00

I had the most bizarre jack off Sunday morning. I was fooling around with a totally hot guy sucking him and most importantly, eating his ass. I stroked myself as I was feasting on his crack, when all of a sudden, I woke up. I was dreaming and my left hand was wrapped around my shaft and stroking my own dick (I slept naked). I don't know how long I had been dreaming about this but my dick was rock hard and a little wet. I pondered whether I should pursue it but I was too tired and resumed my slumber.

This was a first for me.

JockButt Jockstrap

2006-10-15T18:09:00.000-04:00

I don't have a habit of posting other site pictures or guys but this one is so damn hot. I love jocktraps and even have the same jockstrap he's wearing but I still don't look like him. He's Rocco on JockButt but Johnny Castle from Los Angeles on Edendale Studios, 26 years old 6' 188 lbs.

(Ex) Go-Go Dancer

2006-10-14T09:35:00.000-04:00

Confessions of an (Ex-) Go Go Dancer is one of my daily reads and actually inspired me to blog a year ago. The 'Ex' part came in September when he decided to quit dancing due to his misbehavings off the stage; jack-off videos and going in strangers' rooms. He wanted to resume his monogamy with his boyfriend.

This journalist and night-time go-go dancer runs a great blog detailing not onloy his dancing, but also his exhibitionism, something that I totally relate to. I've come to understand myself thru his posts that meeting for hook-ups is not all about finding an attractive guy (if I can, the better). It's oftentimes about throwing a boner knowing that others find myself attractive. As I always say, sex is a power trip, the gist here is knowing others find me hot.

I'll definitely miss this guy's insightful and comedic posts.

Slim Is In

2006-10-11T09:09:00.000-04:00

I was in Hongkong the past two weeks and life was non-eventful.

I’ve really noticed the skinny trend when shopping. It came to my attention when I was in Paris earlier this year where so many guys wore skin tight jeans. Jeans that I would never fit because I have thick thighs from years of squats and leg press but it looks so good on them. My boyfriend being a photographer, he’s done a few shoots lately reflecting the trend. Last week, I was shopping and saw a salesman wearing a black denim blazer that looked awesome on him. I asked to try it on but it looked totally different and horrible.

For the past decade, we gays have been obsessing over muscles and packing on weight to achieve the biggest pecs and quads. However, it seems that Big Muscle look is fading for a more toned down fit body. It’s prompted me to increase my cardio routine at the gym yet I don’t want to sacrifice the muscles I’ve spent so much to build. My solution right now is not to add more weight to my workouts and increase the reps, with hopes to maintain my musculature while toning down. This is a radical departure from two years ago when I even considered steroids to bulk up and even a year ago when I was happy every time I saw weight gains when I weighed myself.

Rejection

2006-09-22T14:24:00.000-04:00

I showed up at this guy’s apartment Monday after work, 24 years old slim Latino. We discussed our interests and he explicitly stated wanting to get fucked, so who was I to turn it down.

Sirens rang inside my head as he exited the elevators of his building to open the door for me. He was still the slim latino with clear blue eyes as in his photos but his hair was so long, down to the center of his back, and curly. I observed his motions and ass as I followed him back into the elevators and he walked like a woman as he swayed his hips. I kept wandering the whole time what he did to himself, he had a nice face and beautiful eyes but why the long hair. I’m not adverse to femme guys, I’ve shagged a few but the long curly hairy reminded me of drag queens. And if I was into long curly hair, I’d be straight, not the cock hungry whore I am. My hands reached over to check out the goods as we ascended to the top floor, feeling his chest and package.

It was a totally cluttered one bedroom apartment he shared with a roommate. I asked for the john to take a leek and I left the door opened as a teaser but he went into the bedroom as my piss dashed onto the remnants of shit left from his, or somebody’s, poop earlier. I was totally speechless knowing that the ass I was about to pound had just excreted. I have this fetish for sweaty armpits and ass, I don’t require every guy I shag to shower because I like the taste of a man, but the harsh visual reminder that this ass has just taken a shit was too much for me to bear.

Before I had to chance to absorb the toilet mess, I entered his crowded bedroom with a bed and a mattress on the floor with at least a hundred bean babies plastered in shelves and closets. I don’t know if I felt sorry that he had to share the bedroom with a roommate or the beanie babies. I took me a second to re-orientate myself to stand facing him as our hands explored each others’ body. I just kept seeing the curly long hair as he felt up my arms and pecs. Then it dawned on me he may be, at least he looked like, a tranny or even a drag queen and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. My interest and effort just decimated and thought about backing out. I turned around to lie down on the bed and closed my eyes for him to run his hands over me as I pondered my options. Then all of a sudden, he just let go and said ”sorry, this is not gonna work.” I was actually happy and immediately exited.

I didn’t mind the rejection at all as some others do. In fact, I’ve been rejected so many times in life it doesn’t bother me at all. What I can’t comprehend is why a regular guy like him would want to be so womanly. I shudder just thinking about it.

Bootlad

2006-09-19T13:41:00.000-04:00

This was the guy’s pseudo on the website I met him. I was damn horny Sunday and online cruising when I met him. It was Sunday evening 18:00 and he was into cowboy boots like the ones I told him I was wearing. I wanted a blowjob and he wanted to give one, so it was a match. I arrived at his building in 8 minutes flat thru the quiet Sunday downtown traffic.

He received me at the door and looked bigger and older than his pictures. He claimed to be 42 on the site, but who knows. I could’ve backed out that moment but I wanted a blowjob and to watch a guy to spit shine my boots so his physical discrepancies didn’t really matter.

We had discussed earlier that he would place me on his bar stools as he suck and shine my boots so I headed straight to the bar stools as soon as I walked into his unit. I declined the drinks he offered and he promptly moved up me to run his hands over my chest and ground his crotch on my right thigh. It actually felt nice to have his hands massage my body as I closed my eyes and relaxed into the stool but I drew the line when he wanted to kiss. I didn’t want to be seen as the one laying back as he made all the effort so I started to rub his bulge as his hands went south to mine. Desperate for some TLC on my dick, I swiftly pulled the fly off my jeans out to reveal my boner trapped in the pouch of my Bike jockstrap. I was wet in there and rock hard, it took me a minute to recount that the last time I shot a load was a week ago and I made sure to inform about it. Bootlad indicated he liked having his nipples played with so I ran my hand there and squeezed and flipped on them as he groped my straining dick. By now, it seems like things were moving too slow and if I wanted anything, I would have to take the lead thus I whipped out my salivating cock to the side of my pouch and watched him stroke it before going down to lap up my nuts and engulf the head into his mouth. When he got back up, he grabbed a cigarette and requested that I hold it in my mouth, I obliged as long as I didn’t have to light it. It must be a turn-on for him as he immediately lifted my right foot up to his face and I watched him caress it, rubbing the leather of my cowboy boots against his face until I ordered him to roll his tongue out to shine it. I extended my left foot to between his legs, rubbing the leather against his hanging cock as he looked into my eyes with his tongue lapping my other boot. I felt so clumsy because of the restricted movements I had under my slim jeans so I stood up to slip out of them and stepped back into my boots.

With a white t-shirt and boots on, I moved over to the chair he had facing the floor-to-ceiling windows of his unit. I plopped myself into the chair as he repositioned by moving to his knees in front of me where the fun got started. He started really sucking me, this time to the root, and moving down to the spot between my ass and balls. My dick instantly grew an inch as I had the city under my feet and him over my toes, grinding his dick on the leather tips of the boots. It felt pretty good and the only thing I had to do was play with his nipples as he savoured my boner with a cigarette dangling out of the corner of my mouth.

We then proceeded into the room and asked me slip into his black Sendra boots. I lied back as he slipped my boots off and I had him to lick them clean and take a whiff of the inside before laying them down. With his black boots on, I lifted my right foot to his face and asked if he likes those boots. As with most fucks, a litany of nasty words came out of my mouth to confirm his desire for me and the game. Bootlad rolled his face onto the boot and up my thigh, my dick rising again as he approached so I waved my boner in his face and just held his head down with my other hand and slid the shaft in his mouth.
When he came up for air, he mumbled that he wanted to fuck me in that position but I was adamantly against it. Seeing that was what he wanted, I fantasized the scene for him as he lapped up my dick.

“I’d bet you want me lying down with my boots over your shoulders. I make sure you’d turn your head and shine my boots for me as you fuck me. You’d feel my tight ass wrapped over dick as you sniff the leather to your side.”

That certainly did it for him as he sucked faster and deeper. I felt his hand circling my assring as he sucked and I asked if he got lube. He initially said no, as if I was gonna fuck him, but I told him “you can really get me going if you suck me and finger me at the same time.” He then went in search of lube that he “didn’t” have. When found, he got down and sucked me again as I lifted one leg up for his lubed finger. I didn’t feel anything at first and even reached down to check his finger was inside but as he fingered deeper, it hit me and I moaned that I was gonna shoot. I reached for my dick as his finger was still up my ass and fired my one week load, the first squirt landing on my chest and the subsequent two on my stomach before the rest spilled over my hand. I wiped the jizz on the pouch of my jock and stuffed my gear back inside then I stood up to play with his nipples as he whacked himself off.

I slipped out of his boots and changed back into my clothes. There were three huge cum spots on my white t-shirt that reeked of sex when I left, luckily I wore a jacket that covered those spots as I shared the elevator down with other residents of the building.

Picless Profiles

2006-09-16T12:35:00.000-04:00

Online cruising allows me to meet guys with whom I share similar sexual flavour, let it be vanilla, leather, or raunch. But I’ve learned to require a few photos of my potential fucks before meeting. In this day and age of digital cameras and camera phones, there is no excuse for “I just have this pic” or “not at my home computer, so I don’t have access now.” Snap one on your phone and email it to me or save it to your email and forward when necessary. If you’ve got a profile on a cruising site, lock up your face pics if you want and unlock it when you are ready to meet. There is just no excuse!

I often receive messages from guys who are interested based on my pics but often say they don’t have any. I showed you what I got, what do you think will make me wanna meet with you without a few of your pics. Would you want to pick up a guy at a bar with a bag over their head?

I got a message this week from a 31 year old guy looking to suck and rim me. I was totally into it until he supplied me only one close-up headshot of himself, claiming “I just have this one.” I let him know that I wasn’t interested until he sends me more photos and he has since disappeared. I’ve learned from experience that those with one or two select pics are either fakes or pics from years ago. I won’t proceed after the third message without a few pictures of at least his body. No pic, not meet. I‘ve learned not to waste 45 minutes of my travel time to guess how he might look like.

To all online cruisers, take your own pics! Not just one, four at least!

Hung Cocks

2006-09-07T16:45:00.000-04:00

Some things, including dick can’t defy nature. I met up with a 38 year old average built bald guy the last Saturday I was in San Fran. I was horny that morning and his 9x6” dick caught my attention. I was truly mesmerised when I came face to face with the real thing. I stated clearly that my goal was sucking and he provided the perfect instrument.

We briefly made out as soon as I walked into his studio apartment. I groped his package as we kissed and he wasn’t kidding about the size. Hungry as I was, I descended right to my knees to caress the bulge. I unzipped his jeans to expose his black Calvin Klein thong, as I requested, and his schlong stretching the pouch. I took a breath of the scent and nibbled on his inner thighs for my prize. Hung Bald Guy assumed his dominant demeanor and started questioning my intent to serve him. With a dick like his in my immediate future, I was ready to please and obliged.

So he pushed me to suck him in every position, moving from the front door to the edge of the bed and onto his bed. My mouth got sore at times and I withdrew for a few breaks but his dick never got fully erect,rising 60 degrees off the floor at most. Knowing better to cut my lost now, I started taking my dick into my hand to jack as I sucked him and toggled his nuts in my mouth. I eventually shot and he came a few minutes later.

It got me thinking, that as glamourous a big dick seems, it’s not that fun. From experience and from watching too many pornos, I’ve noticed only few hung guys (9 inches plus) who are able to get it up. Otherwise, most hung guys can’t get it up past the 90 degree mark though they're hard. It’s a blow to my ego when confronted with such situation because I feel inadequate in fulfilling these guys but then I realise it’s not me, it’s them. Having spoken to others, many agree that a lot of hung guys out there just can’t get it up, most possibly the forces of gravity. I’d take an average dick any day that can rise for the occasion!

Luthansa German Pilot

2006-08-31T19:34:00.000-04:00

I stayed at a business class hotel in Union Square in San Francisco when I visited two weeks ago. Realising I was in dire need of cardio exercise, I hit the hotel gym and did my 25 minute cardio. It was in the midst of my run, I noticed a late 30s bald slim Euro guy two machines to my left who slowed down on the treadmill and shifted to the weights. I turned my head a few times to check him out behind me but I didn't get much feedback from him. Figuring the guy was European (the slender 176 cm, bald and high nose) more than gay, I didn't pay further attention and stood at the door resting and flipping thru magazines when I was done with my run.

Somehow, my dick took over my common sense when he walked out and I exited to follow him to the elevators. As we waited, our eyes locked and I let out my smile to flirt but got litte respnse from him. I was totally disappointed when the elevator door opened to expose a half-full cabin. I thought that I was gonna lose him, being the timid guy he was, what are the chances that he'll maked any effort to wait for the elevators to empty so we can flirt again. I resisted pressing the 10th floor where my room was and watched him hit 23. I intently looked into his eyes and crotch to signal my interest as we ascended but he avoided eye contact.

When 22 arrived, he exited and I followed though I recall he pressed for the floor above. Nonetheless, I followed him down the hallway at a distance until he stared back at me as he tried to open the wrong door. I walked up and smile. Without a word, I followed him to his room on the 23rd floor.

He stood right in front of me as soon as the door closed, planting his lips on mine. I peeled off my t-shirt and explored each others' bodies, running over my flexing biceps, pits and nipples. I just wasn't in the mood for full action, more like a suck and stroke. I moved him to the edge of the bed and sat him down to feed him my dick. His lips wrapped over my stick and brought it to a full erection when I took the matter in my own hand and jacked off as he lapped up my salty body and armpits. We jacked ourselves furiously as I got off on him woshipping my body. It was in that position we shot our loads simultaneously, my jizz landing on his abdominal.

We agreed that our rendez-vous was the best part of the workout. On my way to the bathroom to clean up, I spotted his Luthansa pilot uniform in the closet. He certainly rebuffed the myth that there are no gay pilots, only gay air stewards. I left 15 minutes after I exited the gym, I presume that it fits the definition of a quickie. I never even got his name.