Monday, September 01, 2014

Finally an Update!!!

Hello everyone!  I want to thank everyone for all of the positive messages I have received from readers of this Blog.  I really do appreciate the feedback.  All is well with me, it is just so fucking hard to Blog sometimes.  I am not complaining, but it takes time to collect my thoughts and to decide whether anything that is happening to me is even worth Blogging about.  So, thank you for taking time to even read this....

My fwb D is still a particular fascination of mine.  I "collared" him, at his request, with a locked chain around his neck a few years ago and I have the only 2 keys to the lock.  He demands nothing.  He expects nothing.  He asks for nothing.  I worked out with him last Wednesday and fucked him last night after we had a very relaxed dinner and watched a movie together.  If I don't contact D for a month, he will be there when I finally reach out.  I know this because I have done it.  He seems to crave the detached nature of our "relationship".  I see him on the Metro some mornings and he smiles.  Some times he approaches me and sometimes he doesn't.  He always looks absolutely delicious.





I asked him once how he explains the chain around his neck and he said no one ever asks about it.  He smiled and said that people who know what it is sometimes give him a knowing look and others just probably assume it is jewelry.  I'll admit that the chain around his neck makes my cock hard.  Last year I was in San Francisco on the Muni and saw a guy with a heavier chain and a bigger lock around his neck.  I stared, a lot.  To the point that the guy noticed me staring and I got the impression that he was almost proud that I noticed the chain.

D and I work out together usually at least once a week  He texts me regularly.  We occasionally meet for a drink.  We took golf lessons together in the Spring.  Last night we cooked dinner together and watched a movie.  It was weird.  He messaged me and said, "If you aren't doing anything let's spend the evening together.  I am positive he doesn't know about this Blog or cherryboi.

We messed around on the couch like teenagers.  We fucked passionately like lovers.  When I woke up this morning he was gone.



Sunday, August 31, 2014

Knock, Knock Who's There? - But this wasn't a joke!

It was Thursday, August 28, 2014. I had been home less than 15-minutes before there was someone at my front door.  I was still changing into sweats upstairs preparing to relax.  Afterwards, I wondered whether he had been watching my house from somewhere near by???  As I type this, I am still wondering about that.

I fumbled with the drawstring on my sweats as I came down the stairs and heard my iPhone start to ring in the kitchen as I headed for the front door.  I can say that I wasn't expecting anyone and I was never expecting who was at the door. But, there he was!

He is now 30, 6'1", bl, bl with the same athletic build - maybe approaching muscular.  He is, believe it or not, better looking as some guys get as they age when young good looking becomes a more mature all-American handsome.  He hesitantly smiled as he looked at me when I opened the door.  I am unsure that I should admit this, but how does the expression go......"My heart leapt" at the sight of him.  My total surprise at the sight of him went from a tightness in my chest to the ends of my toes.  There is no way he did not see my surprise.  I am not sure I could have hidden it.

I just stood at the door and looked at him.  I don't know how long.  I didn't say anything.  I remember gripping and releasing the door knob a few times and saw the smile go away on his face.   Everything ran through my head.  I was surprised, I was angry, I was flooded by emotions and for a few seconds totally off balance and not in control.  He said, "Hello", which focused me and I repeated, "Hello".

Long-time readers of this Blog will remember cherryboi.  I had originally thought that cherryboi had left DC.  A year or so ago, my friend "Dan" broke it to me that he had spotted cherryboi on U Street.  I also had a fairly stronger suspicion that "Dan" still was in contact with him too.  It had taken a long time, but I was at a point in my life where I didn't think about cherryboi everyday.  Now here he was at my door.  It was strangely like a really bad black and white movie.

There was another long silence.  He asked, "Should I leave?", and I thought for a long minute and said, "No, come in."  I pointed towards the living room as I walked to the kitchen to find my iPhone.  More to give me time to think than anything else.  I yelled out to see if he wanted any wine and he said, "Yes", which gave me a few more minutes to collect myself.  I came back with a fresh bottle of California Cab and two glasses and poured some wine for both of us.

We sat and stared at each other for a few minutes.  He started talking by saying he had wanted to call or come see me for a long time, but was sure I hated him.  It ended with him crying softly om my couch as I thought about what he said and stared out my front window.  We finished the bottle of wine and chatted a lot about a lot.  Little does he know that I love him.  I did not tell him.

It is a good thing I was reticent, because he finally told me he is sort of seeing someone.  I am not surprised.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Repeat

I met up with this guy that I fucked right after I moved to DC.  He's cute, thin, in shape, attractive, 5'7, 130 pounds, Hispanic, late 20's.  I didn't recognize him when I answered his CL post, but I did when we met up.  He met me at his front door and immediately led me upstairs to his room.  There was noise in the house, so he had roommates.  He was obviously anxious.  When he closed the bedroom door he said this was a fantasy of his.  I played along.

We started groping each other.  He has a nice toned body with a great set of abs.  I kiss his neck and grab his ass, squeezing it as I pull him into me.  We started undressing each other.  Once we're both naked, he got down on his knees and started to give me head.  He's pretty good at it and I took advantage and started fucking his mouth, pulling on his hair and grasping the back of his head firmly with my name.  After a bit of me working over his mouth and letting him enjoy my pre-cum, he stands up and turns around.  It was clear what he wanted.  I pushed him forward a little, smeared some lube in his crack and aggressive pushed my rock hard cock into him raw.  He has a great ass.  The lube eases the entry but immediately he is struggling to adjust to a cock stuffed into his ass.  He's very vocal and makes an attempt to move off my cock, but I hold him close to me.  I can feel him flexing around me and adjusting to the penetration.  I know his roommates must hear, so I tell him to shut the fuck up. 

I ignore him and concentrate on the fuck.  It feels good around my cock.  His struggling makes it all the hotter.  I whisper some smack into his rear as I start to fuck him.  He starts to submit and I start calling him names. Telling him he's my bitch.  Calling him a filthy little slut.  He's obviously getting off on it.  I feel him push back on my cock.  I am really pounding him now and he loves it.  He finally tells me he wants my cum in him. I tell him he needs to work for it... beg for it.  I change up so I don't cum too quickly.  I want to really fuck him long and hard.

He's definitely game.  He meets every thrust.  He's getting louder the longer I pound him.  I decide to get rough and smack the back of his head and tell him to shut the fuck up.  He stiffens with surprise and really goes back on my cock as he tightens up.  I decide to finish it.  I grab his hips and pull him back as I thrust and shoot a massive load deep in his ass.  

It is obvious that I have filled his pussy.  He tells me that he feels my hot cum in him and it's a huge load.  I hold him close for a while and work my cock into him until it softens.  

We clean up and I leave.  About an hour later, I check my email and he's already messaged about me fucking him again.  I like an eager boy.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Shared His Boyfriend

It has been a very cold and snowy winter in DC.  It has just started to warm up and look like Spring.  In the middle of March, I was snowbound at home and bored out of my mind.  I started surfing online and ran across an ad on CL with the title - Share My BF.  I was intrigued by the pic of the young guy attached and noticed that the couple was very close by, so I responded.  I didn't hear back until the next morning.

The response was short and to the point.  The couple was two young white professionals guys about 8  blocks from my house.  The top was 31, 5'10", thin and the bottom was 27, 5'8", thin with a very tight meaty round ass that was in the pic attached to the ad.  The one that answered was very direct.  They wanted another guy to come over and have a have good time with the bottom while the BF watched.  No worries, the bottom was totally on board with the scene.

I headed over by foot.  It was a nice walk through a snow covered City that completely shuts down for any bad weather.  The top met me at the door with a timid smile and a handshake.  Friendly guy...  he led me into a backroom with a big screen TV, leather couch and chair.  The bottom was on the couch.  It was pretty obvious that the bottom was scared stiff.  The vibe was almost instantly cold.

The top offered me a beer and hurried over to the chair across the room and settled in.  I found a spot by the bottom on the couch.  There was a soccer game on the big screen TV, so we all had a beer and some conversation.  I focused on soccer and the vibe relaxed.  The top wasn't saying anything.  Just watching from across the room.  It soon became apparent that I had been exchanging emails with the bottom... not the top.  The bottom volunteered that they had been a couple for about six years and that they had always wanted to experiment, but never had.  As we chatted, the bottom was almost as timid as the top.  He was wearing nylon gym shorts and a t-shirt.  He looked delicious with nice full lips and a firm ass that was clearly defined by the gym shorts.  But, eye contact was at a minimum.

Finally, I decided that if anything was going to happen I had to be direct.  I put the beer down and looked directly at the bottom and told him, "to peel off his clothes and get down on his knees between my legs."  I started to undress never looking away from the bottom.  The bottom looked terrified and kept looking first toward his BF and then directly back at me.   The bottom finally slowly peeled off his t-shirt and got down on his knees in front of me.  I kicked back on the couch and very gently reached behind his head with my hand and pulled him toward my crotch.  I held my cock with the other hand at his mouth and very firmly but gently told him to lick it.

He is definitely a complete cock slut.  It didn't take very long for his very tentative licking to change to an eager tongue bath for my cock and balls.  Every so often he would look up with puppy dog eyes to see if I was enjoying it.  Each time I gently told him, "that I was watching him."  Finally, he looked up and I told him, "to suck my cock"  He obediently took a big mouthful and started to robotically bob up and down on my cock.

It was time for me to take charge.  I grabbed the back of his head firmly and took control of the rhythm and slowly began to fuck his throat.  When it is was crystal clear that I was completely using his BF, I finally looked over towards the top.  While his BF was struggling to take what I was pushing down his throat as if his life depended on it, the top had a hand full of his own cock and was madly stroking off.

After about 20 minutes of intense head, with me alternating between aggressively fucking his throat and telling him what to do with my cock and balls, I blew my load down the bottom's throat.  He tensed immediately.  He was clearly surprised at what was happening, but I didn't relax my grip on his head and gave him no choice.  He swallowed it and sheepishly looked up to see if he had pleased me.  I told him that, "he was good."  "Now, lick me clean and don't waste a drop", I told him.  He slowly bathed my cock and balls with his tongue and I enjoyed the attention.  I watched his BF finish himself off."  Figuring that taking more would be pushing it, I dressed and left.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

My Trick Card

I was always been a big fan of a Blog called Dreams of Patroclus.  This Blog has been inactive for a longtime.  I keep it on my Blogroll, because I hope that he may eventually return.  I would imagine that his career made Blogging more and more difficult.  You all should check him out.  He is a true southern gentlemen. 

Patroclus in Greek mythology was the mythical comrade, brother-in-arms and lover of Achilles.  Their relationship was said to have inspired Alexander the Great in his alleged romantic relationship with his companion Hephaestion.  Patroclus died on the fields of war outside the walls of Troy.  The relationship between Patroclus and Achilles is held up as a model of romantic love.

One of many things I have learned from Dreams of Patroclus is the benefit of having a personal "calling card" or trick card as I call it.  Mine has my first name, cell phone number and a rather anon email address.  This allows whoever I give the card to the ability to casually contact me while protecting my identity and private information.

I won't boast about how many times my trick card has gotten me laid.  When there is a connection and time permits, I press one of the cards into the hand of whoever has crossed my path.  Sometimes months go by and I get a casual message that leads to a rewarding experience.  Thank you Dreams of Patroclus!

Why am I posting this you might ask?  I got wildly luck again this evening and got a blowjob in my living room from I-Got-Wildly-Lucky-Last-Night.  He had my card from last Fall.


Saturday, September 28, 2013

The Guy from the Corner Store is a total cumslut.

The Guy from the Corner Store is a total cumslut.  He is in his 30's, 5' 11". lean and very cute with sandy-brown hair and green eyes.   He has a fantastic ass and gives the most incredible head.  He lives about 1 block from my house.  I am on smile and wave terms with him and his pretty young wife.  When he can get away, he usually texts me for some cock and cum.  When his pretty young wife is out of town, I usually get his ass.

Wednesday, I got a familiar text.  "Around?" 

By 6:00PM, the Guy from the Corner Store is standing at my door and wastes no time wrapping his mouth around my cock after I let him in.  I unzip and he reaches into my pants to get at my cock.  He pulls my cock and my balls outside my pants.  It is clear that this will be fast.  He nuzzles my cock, licks the head and starts in on me with his hand firmly around my balls.  I am immediately rock hard.  I lean my head back and try to focus.  My hand is on the back of his head.  I meet his greedy gulps at my cock thrusting as deeply as I can down his throat.  He is clearly determined to get what he came for.  He gave me a great blowjob.  He sucked on my cock and licked it and my balls like his life depended on it.  After about 20 minutes of intense head, I blew a massive load down his throat.  He swallowed it and kissed my cockhead.  I zipped and he left. 

"Good time again!", he texted about 15 minutes after he left.

Saturday, September 07, 2013

The Married Guy - What Is This Really?

I originally met The Married Guy at a co-worker's Holiday Party in Upper NW DC a couple of years ago. Since then he randomly contacts me and we always end up messing around and fucking.  I don't contact him.  He always contacts me.  This has been very convenient and, frankly, he is very hot so I enjoy our hookups a lot. 

There are many guys like this in DC.  Many of them masquerade as conservative Republicans.  I used to think these guys were confused, but they aren't.  They are outwardly cocky and alpha-types, but inwardly are submissive and crave a man's touch.  This embarrasses and humiliates them, so usually they want their contacts with another man to embarrass and humiliate them.  I realized a while ago that the reason that The Married Guy keeps coming back is that he realizes that I have him figured out and that I don't judge him and I won't out him.  He thinks he is dirty and his desires are "wrong", so he will never come out.  He will always play the role of the successful, good-looking, preppy, dutiful husband.  

As the years have gone by, The Married Guy and I have encountered each other in more and more social activities.... parties, a recreation league, out on the town and other social situations.  This hasn't been intentional.  It has been more coincidental and just shows what a small town DC really is under the surface.  The initial "look of utter terror crossing his eyes" when these encounters happen has lessened, The Married Guy is both fascinated and repelled by interactions with me in public.  I think he has developed a sense of safety as more of these encounters have occurred and he has become comfortable that our public and private interactions are safely (for him) compartmentalized.  No one would or will ever guess that behind closed doors he is all over my cock, he has mastered ability to carry himself as the ultimate straight guy.  He is definitely a closet case.

So, my point is?  What is this really with The Married Guy?  We have fallen into a routine.  I hear from him about 2 to 3 times per month.  Sometimes more often.  If his wife is out of town or he can arrange time before or after a business trip, he is usually getting nailed in my bed for a night or so.

Thursday evening I got a text from a drunk The Married Guy.  I unlocked the front door and kicked back in my comfortable chair.  I never got up from the chair.   The Married Guy let himself in and clumsily undressed.  He started on the floor between my legs.  He is an eager and hungry cocksucker.  In a few minutes, I was hard as stone.  I ordered him to lube my cock and his ass real good and straddle me.  I played with his little brown nipples and squeezed his ass as he worked my cock into him.  He is always tight and the pain and please of being penetrated was all over his face.  He rode me like a champ.  Soon he was balls deep and sliding up and down the length of my cock.  It was so hot and passionate I didn't even try to hold back.  I busted hard deep inside of him and he kept sliding up and down on my cock until I went soft.

So, am I his booty call or is he my preppy slut?