The Sexual Escapades of a DC Top

Looked....And Got Caught

2012-01-15T22:12:00.000-05:00

I started this post a few months ago and did not have the drive to finish it. I have come back to it a few times, but I have never been quite able to finish it. A text message yesterday from the guy I described in this post resulted in another very hot hookup with him this evening, so I dusted this off and finished it to post.............

Some guys just have an outstandingly spectacular ass! We all know this to be true and we all notice those guys.

So, there is such a guy at my gym and I admit I just can't stop looking. I first noticed him in May on a quiet Saturday morning. I was checking blackberry messages and sitting on a bench in front of a row of lockers. He walked up and I didn't pay too much attention. He is a good-looking white guy, in his late 20's or maybe just 30, about 5'9" and just fucking built. There was no cockiness. He was using the locker immediately next to mine. I had hardly noticed him as I put down my blackberry and he turned slightly away from me and dropped his shorts to reveal his outstandingly spectacular ass maybe 12 to 18 inches from my face. My eyes must have popped out of my head. His ass is smooth round meatly and firmly jutts out from his lean and defined frame. A classic "super fucking hot bubble ass". It is perfect! I immediately wanted to grab it and slide in. I was positive that he didn't take notice of me. He seemed totally unaware if not ambivalent.

Long story short, since May there have been regular sightings and I have tried to unobtrusively admire his ass every chance I have gotten. I didn't make a move to do more because I have shitty gaydar and he might have been totally straight. He carries himself with a confidence and lack of awareness that I usually notice in very hot straight guys. Also, I have had so much shit going down lately that I just didn't have the energy to make any more of a move. So, I just kept looking. Sometimes I have been lucky and we have grabbed a locker in the same area and I get a good show. Sometimes I have caught a glimpse as either he or I head back and forth from the showers. There was one evening where I got a reflected view of him toweling off in a mirror. All this time I have been convinced that my looking has been covert and that he hadn't noticed. Wrong!

I went to the gym a several weeks ago (August) late afternoon on a Friday after work. It was a late summer Friday in DC, so the gym was dead. I had no plans for the evening. I'd had a very busy week and this was my first trip to the gym all week. I did a long run on a treadmill for some cardio and a few sets of free weights and headed to the suana to relax. When I left the sauna to head to the showers, the locker room was empty. When I returned to my locker after showering, there he was bare-assed at the locker next to mine. There was no real intent on my part, but I sat down on the bench at the lockers to finish drying off and just admired his outstandingly spectacular ass. Then before I realized what was happening, he glanced over his shoulder looked down at me and smiled. Big shit-eating grin to tell me that I had been caught. "Hi", he said.... and them strutted off bare-assed to the showers. When he got to the shower doorway, he looked back in my direction and flashed another smile.

His performamnce totally threw me off balance and he had to have known that. I was totally caught. I know I was a million shades of red. The whole scene had been so fast that I had no time to recover my composure before he had disappeared into the showers. Looking back, there was probably an unspoken invitation to join him but I have always been awkward at reading situations. I did recover enough to scribble a "call me if you are interested note" on the back of my card before I hit the road. I was really embarrased to have been caught ogling his ass. I wasn't sure if I'd hear from him or whether he just had me pegged as a sad old voyeur. More than a week went by and I had almost put the whole thing out of my mind.

I continued to hit the gym regularly, but there was no sign of the guy with the spectacular ass. Late one Friday afternoon (2 weeks later), I looked at my blackberry to find a text message from a strange number.

Text - Wassup?

I thought for a few minutes and decided it had to be the guy with the spectacular ass. I hadn't passed out my number recently to anyone else. So I texted back.

My Reply Text - Big smile now to hear from you.

Text - Join me for a drink @XXXXXX's?

My Reply Text - Be there in 30 minutes.

XXXXXX's isn't a gay bar or even a meat-market, but it has a nice outdoor area in a very neighborhoody setting. And you can get a great bottle of wine. He and I leisurely shared a great bottle of Malbec.

It was comfortable from the minute I sat down with him. We have a lot in common. We sipped the wine. We nibbled on a tray of assorted appetizers. We talked about everything.... including how flattered he said he was that I found his ass ogle-able. Two hours later as he pour the last of the wine in both of our glasses, he asked if we could go to my place since he has a roommate.

He's not out. He doesn't bottom, but he is the most incredibly submissive cocksucker I have ever enjoyed. We have cuddled many times through the night, since that first bottle of wine.

Oh, and I have tried to have that outstandingly spectacular ass but he seems un-interested in giving it up.

The head is incredible! Him totally nude curled up between my legs in a trance as he runs his tongue over my cock and balls.... I am unable to adequately describe. Sitting next to him sharing beers and hot dogs at a Nats game was the highlight of my summer. Well, maybe the night in bed with him after was the highlight..

And he is still that guy at my gym with the outstandingly spectacular ass! And he allows me to ogle.

My First Blowjob

2011-02-13T08:45:00.004-05:00

I love blowjobs in case that fact has eluded readers of this Blog. I was chatting with a friend Friday night and the topic twisted around to first experiences. He asked me who gave me my first blowjob and was shocked to find out that it was not a guy, but two girls.......

It was summer and I was 14 in an era before gaming and cable tv were universal. I was at my grandparent's farm in the middle of nowhere watching tv on the "front room" couch. My 17 year old cousin M*** and her best friend C**** were in and out of the farmhouse listening to records on a portable record player and talking on the phone with friends. I remember I could hear them being girls. My grandparents had gone to town and as it got dark outside M***, C**** and I were alone.

They came into the "front room" and settled in to watch whatever was on tv, which is totally forgotten to me now. Of course, they started to tease me as "older" young ladies are prone to do with awkward teenage boys. Suddenly, C**** pointedly asked me if I had a girlfriend..... yet. At 14 and confused by my sexuality, this question always unnerved me. Sensing my unease M*** and C*** continued to tease me about girls and girlfriends until the subject came to their doubt that anyone had even sucked my "little dick".

Then the challenge was made. M*** doubted that I even had any hair "down there'. Of course, I took the bait. Mustering as much cocky courage as I could I stated that I had plenty of hair "down there". C**** laughingly demanded proof. To this day I have no idea how I resolved to respond to this challenge the way I did, but I looked at both C*** and M*** and said: "If I prove it and you are wrong you both have to suck my dick!"

I realize now that that was exactly what they wanted to do, but back then I was shocked when they both immediately agreed. I still remember my hands shaking as I fumbled with the steel button on my shorts and dropped them standing by the couch in the "front room" of my grandparents' farmhouse.

Obviously, I had some hair "down there" as I am pretty sure they both were counting on. With me sitting in the center of the couch and M*** on my left and C**** on my right, M*** was the first to bend over and take my raging hard-on into her mouth. I will never forget that first warm sensation and have spent a lot of time and energy for replays of it since. M*** and C**** took turns sucking me on that couch for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably a few minutes until I exploded without warning into M***'s mouth. She may have been surprised, because I remember her turning her head to look up at me. But, she eagerly licked my cock clean and announced to C**** that I finished.

C*** mockingly asked where hers was and I reached up and pushed her head down into my lap. Still hard from the excitement of the situation, I had no problem meeting the challenge of a second round. C**** and M*** took turns again, but C**** took the lead in round two. M*** was bobbing on my shaft as I felt the rising and I pushed C***'s head down to get hers. It was not the best head I have ever had, but it was my first and was very exciting.

It never happened again. I guess fear or possibly respect made sure that M*** and C**** were suddenly nicer to me. An old boyfriend once assured me that it was respect!

The Married Guy Out of Nowhere

2011-01-01T21:55:00.002-05:00

Woke up late yesterday morning and drowsily went about cleaning up and doing some house chores that haven't gotten done with my work schedule and the holidays. I went to Easten Market, had lunch and then stopped by the hardware store. I did several loads of laundry and by 4:00PM I was elbows deep in the toilet tank trying to fix the flapper, when my cell rang. It was The Married Guy. I originally first met The Married Guy at a co-worker's Holiday Party in Upper NW DC a couple of years ago. Since then he has sporadically dropped by to mess around and fuck, but I haven't heard from him since shortly before the beginning of summer.

Prior to Christmas, I was at the same co-worker's Holiday Party chatting with several people about a recent event in DC when I looked up to see The Married Guy standing behind one of the ladies in the group with a look of utter terror crossing his eyes. The lady was his wife. I quickly smiled and extended my hand introducing myself. He gathered himself and successfully avoided disaster by reminding me that we had met before at one of my co-worker's previous gatherings. The group fell back into chatting about the recent event and slowly broke up to mingle and refresh drinks until The Married Guy and I were standing by ourselves.

I had to inwardly grin at him. I'd fucked him and he'd enjoyed it. He devoured my cock and luved it but at that moment all of his swagger and confidence was gone. He was clearly very uncomfortable. I whispered to him to relax. "No one at that party has any idea that we are anything by casual acquaintences.", I said. As I went to move away and mingle some more I said, "Don't be a stranger."

I hadn't given it much thought since that night. The Married Guy is a typically confused and closeted married guy. He craves a good hard manfuck, but as soon as he has showered and gotten his clothes back on he feels guilty. Don't get me wromg - he is a nice guy. And he is fucking hot! The poor guy is just in a constant state of turmoil and guilt.

Looking at my cell I didn't immediately recognize the incoming number. Me: "Hello", I said.

The Married Guy: "Hey, it is The Married Guy", he said hesitantly.

Me: "Hey, Good Morning. How's it going?", I replied.

The Married Guy: "I hope it isn't a bad time. I was out running a few errands and thought I'd call to see if I could drop by?", he said.

Me: "You want to fuck around?", I asked.

The Married Guy: "That's what I was kinda thinking.", he replied.

He was about 15 minutes from my place. I pulled the bathroom door shut and went downstairs to wash my hands really good. Barely 15 minutes later The Married Guy was at my front door wearing blue jeans with his hands jammed into his pea coat looking awkward.

Me: "Hey guy.", I said as I opened the door.

I got a smile and a "Hi" from him as I led him upstairs to my bedroom. I got out of my clothes as quickly as I could and hopped up on my bed to watch him undress. I get off watching The Married Guy and he seemed to enjoy watching me watch him. There was a cockimess to his movements as he undressed. When he was fully undressed he stood in the middle of my bedroom floor with his arms on his hips giving me a chance to stare.

I patted the mattress next to me and he moved onto the bed to join me. As I found his lips I couldn't keep my hands off his firm body. After messing around for a long time, I pushed his head down to my crotch and closed my eyes as he engulfed my cock with his warm mouth. His body was smooth and warm against me as he alternately sucked, licked and kissed my cock and balls It felt incredible, but I had no intention of wasting my nut down his throat.

Without warning I forcefully flipped him over onto his stomach and kissed my way from his neck, down his back and kneaded his smooth ass cheeks. I intended to take him and he had no idea. The thought had me more hot than normal. Something in me said that this married guy wanted to get dicked and I was in the mood to really dick him. It was rough but apparently not too rough. He seem to melt at my touch.

I fumbled in my bedstand for some lube and started to work him. He was very tight. I slowly worked and pushed a single finger into his crack and against his pucker. I was firm as I pressed it into him and he grunted a little but quickly accepted it. I worked him and squeezed his ass checks and waited for him to respond. After a while I pulled my finger out and squirted some more lube along his crack. Then I slowly worked and pushed two fingers into him. He bucked slightly as I pushed the fingers in and expanded his hole. He even met my penetration by pushing his ass back against my hand.

Finally I pulled my hand out of his crack and lubed my hard cock. Then I mounted him and thrust my cock into him. He bucked and shifted under me but with each thrust I made sure I penetrated deeper and he was soon mine. I fucked him deep and hard. I worked his legs apart and dug my knees into the bed so that I could roughly thrust into him. He is always very tight. It is clear that he doesn't get fucked often and his tightness is incredible, This time his lubed tightness around my raw cock was almost overpowering. I could feel him meeting me and moving to take the furious assualt I was making on his ass. His hole clung to my cock as I pulled out. My balls smacked furiously against him as I thrusted into him and he just moaned. As I felt the pressure build and as I reached that point-of-no-return, I leaned down and grunted into his ear, "I am going to seed your tight ass!". Then I exploded into him.

I collapsed on him and laid there with my weight against his firm body. I could feel his heavy breathing under me. Finally, I rolled off next to him and we both laided there very quietly for about 10 minutes. Then I heard him say, "You came in me."

I did not reply.

We laid next to each other on my bed another 10 minutes or so and he did not move. I slowly worked my cock until it was respectably hard again. Then I pulled The Married Guy onto his back and lifted his legs up to my shoulders and mounted him again. My cum was warm and sticky in him and my cock slid easily back into him. I fucked him again - this time gently and slowly as we kissed and he looked at me. He was soon meeting every thrust and holding my ass in his hands. Then I gave him his second load of the day.

I said nothing as we recovered next to each other.

Finally, he asked me. "You are HIV- right?"

"Yes", I replied. "Nothing to worry about there."

Me: "Grab a shower. You don't want to be too long finishing your errands."

And then he left.

I wondered exactly what The Married Guy's reaction was to taking my loads until I got a text from him after midnight telling me that I was still dripping out of him.

"Man in a Blizzard," by Jamie Stuart

2010-12-31T12:44:00.012-05:00

I know everyone comes to this Blog to read about my sex life, but this morning I have something a little different. I was surfing the Web and found this short film mentioned in Roger Ebert's Journal. This is Ebert's Blog on the Sun-Times website.

This short film is an incredibly well-done piece from someone who I do not know and I have no familiarity with his work. I will be watching for what he does in the future. As Ebert notes, with a talent like this I am sure we will all see more of his work in the future. Watch the short and read Ebert's piece. It is very moving.

The weather and scheduling caused me to miss probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to fuck a well-known fellow Blogger earlier this week. I won't out his poor choices in a sex partner on this Blog. He was in DC when I was gone and with the weather he was gone before I got through the New Jersey snow. Oh well :(! Incredibly flattered here to find out he knew my Blog and wanted to hook-up.

I received a very unexpected surprise visit from The Married Guy last night. Working on that Post right now. Headed out for a New Year's get-together this evening.

Happy New Year to all!

Took a Chance........ Pt. 2

2010-12-12T19:20:00.000-05:00

It has truly been forever since I have updated this Blog. Life and an extended period of reflection and adventure.... I guess?? Some of it I may actually write about in time. It is incredibly hard to keep a Blog up and staying focused on it. No excuses. Just fact. After a few weeks, I realized I was taking a break. Then I was at the beach and a few weeks later I started this post and now it is December and I am sitting here this evening trying to finish.

I am back for now....... Thanks for everyone who kept in touch and sent messages. I am doing just fine.

To pick up where I left off on the story I was telling..........

The Waiter and I continued to banter back and forth for a few minutes on the phone that night. I was relaxed and immediately feeling confident because he had called me. I was really pumped too! I mentioned that I hadn't expected to hear from him. He acted surprised and told me that he had actually been taken by surprise when I handed him my card. He said it was a first for him.(And I believed him.) After a few minutes chatting, I got down to business.

"I wasn't sure if you had any free time this evening?" the Waiter asked.

"Sure", I said. "I am home for the night. Come on over to my place."

"Oh", he replied.

I gave him my address and heard him stammer for a few seconds. Then there was a few seconds of silence broken when he said, "I'll see you in a few minutes."

My place is Metro accessible and it turned out that the Waiter was coming from the U Street neighborhood. At least an hour had passed since I had hung up and taken a shower. I had about decided the Waiter was a no-show when I heard a knocking on my front door. I met him at the front door still wearing the robe I put on after my shower.

I opened the door and there he was. "Soap and water clean" as my Grandmother used to say. He looked like someone's younger brother. He is not model hot but he is young, clean, fresh, boy-next-door hot. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a tight black t-shirt. The black t-shirt showed off a nice cut chest and made his smile and green eyes shine. He has a fantastic ass and a lean v-shaped torso with well defined shoulders and arms. He seemed uncertain as he came in and I closed the door. His eyes darted away and making eye contact was noticeably uncomfortable.

I invited him in and we crashed in the living room in front of the TV and chatted. I offered a drink, but he declined. He seemed uncomfortable to the point of being scared. That's when I put together the hesitancy on the phone with the discomfort at the door and realized that he was out of his element. I got up and told him that there was wine, beer and soda in the frig in the kitchen. Go make a choice I commanded, while I get some clothes. Grab me one of whatever you decide.

When I came back downstairs I was happy to see he was still there with a beer in his hand and one on the table for me. We played at watching TV for a while. Chatted about him and then me for a while. Getting into his pants was going to take some romancing, but I made up my mind that I was definitely fucking this boy. After 2 or 3 beers and about an hour of TV and conversation, I looked over at him and just said, "I really want to fuck you." He almost jumped out of his skin, but said, "I have a feeling that is totally up to you."

I wasted no time leading him upstairs to my bedroom and gently began to undress him as I slowly kissed him. He didn't say no, he didn't resist and he didn't look at me the whole time, but when my lips touched his he definitely kissed back. Soon we were both nude on my bed exploring each other's bodies. There was kissing, touching sucking and then he began to talk. I spent the next hour literally hearing his life story. I am not going to re-cap that conversation, but the long and short is that he is a nice guy from a small Midwestern town. He moved to DC for a guy and the relationship didn't work out. It wasn't crystal clear, but I think the guy that he moved to DC for was his first love.

When there was a break in his monologue, I began massaging his back. His body was firm and felt good under my hands. Talking and being somewhat intimate had relaxed him (probably the beers too) and he was much more at ease and responsive. When I got to his round smooth firm ass, I dove in and began to munch away. He was very clean and had only a light musky smell. His skin was soft and he totally luved having his ass eaten. He bucked back and spread his legs pushing his crack into my waiting mouth. I worked his tight little hole with my tongue and it was clear that I was hitting a homerun. After 5 minutes of teasing his hole and forcing my spit into him with my tongue, I made my move. I moved up between his legs and put the head of my hard cock at his hole. He was wet and tight. Then I firmly pushed my way in as I pinned him to my bed under me. He squirmed a little and grunted hard, but as soon as I was in I held still to give him time to adjust. I kissed the back of his neck and shoulders and felt him relax under me. I also felt his ass flexing around my cock as he adjusted.

I started very slowly. Partially not to hurt him and partially because he was so fucking tight the pressure was intense and I was afraid I might bust my nut too soon. I found a rhythm and set about fucking this boy. It took no time for me to realize that he was enjoying himself. At first he made some quiet moans of pleasure, then as I picked up my pace he began to moan louder and louder, soon he was groaning out yes's and fuck me's and finally was proclaiming his luv for my cock as I was slamming it into him and my balls were bouncing off of his backside. I realized I was close to the point of no return. I thought for a split second of finishing in his ass, but quickly pulled out and shot all over his firm round ass and back.

I stretched out beside him and admired the fruits of my work all over his back. My cum glistened in the light coming from outside through the bedroom window. After a few minutes I got up and got a towel to clean him off. I gathered him up against my chest with my arm around him and got an appreciative "WOW". Then we dozed off together. When I woke up early the next morning, the Waiter was gone but that isn't the end of the story. There were 3 different text messages on my cellphone that I found on my way to work the next morning.

A Shout Out To Thirty3 Naked Laydies

2010-07-09T22:28:00.003-04:00

T3NL has posted about "Old Fuck Buddies Resurrected" at thirty3nakedlaydies.blogspot.com. I have always enjoyed T3NL's Blog and I recommend that everyone check it out. The pictures of his old fuckbuddies are mouth-watering!

T3NL mentions me, so I thought I'd shout back.

SOOOOO jealous!

Took a Chance......... Pt. 1

2010-06-29T20:35:00.001-04:00

I was out with friends last Friday evening for dinner at a restaurant on P Street in the Dupont Circle in NW DC. This area, for anyone not familiar, is the historic gay neighborhood in DC. There is an eclectic row of restaurants along P Street just off the circle that gives its name to the neighborhood.

I met two friends there to catch-up and to enjoy a nice relaxed dinner. I haven't seen them in a while and they have been worried about me, which makes them great friends. We got a great table and the hottest waiter in the restaurant. I kid you not. This guy radiated personality and was just incredibly-boy-next-door hot. He had a great ass topped by a lean v-shaped torso and emerald green eyes that sparkled and a quick smile, but I am getting ahead of myself. I didn't take notice of him when we first sat down or even after he served us our wine.

As I chatted with my friends and caught-up, I caught the waiter looking at me as he passed our table. I really didn't think much of it. He was friendly and seemed to make a point of being attentive. I figured it was good service. It took about 15 minutes for one of my friends to point out that he was obviously flirting with me. I laughed. My friend nodded. We continued to chat and I began to pay attention to the fact that the waiter was definitely paying attention to me.

As dinner continued, my friends began to tease me about the hot waiter. The waiter continued to be friendly, to look, make a point of engaging me and flirting. My friends had known cherryboi, so he became a brief part of the conversation. I also got scolded for being so aloof and anti-social over the winter. They care and it was friendly. We were having a great dinner. A second bottle of wine was ordered. By my third glass of wine, I was feeling good. So dessert was served with some friendly banter/flirting beyween the waiter and me.

As our party was breaking up and getting ready to leave, the waiter made a point of coming back to our table with a final thank you and smile. On impulse, I passed him my card and mumbled something very stupid about seeing him again. Immediately, his face said it all. I got the immediate impression it was a jerk move. As we walked back towards the Metro, my two friends went from complimenting me on making the move to debating on whether I'd hear from him. Feeling a little embarassed, awkward and the effects of the wine, I put it out of my mind. The waiter's face seemed to indicate that my card was already in the trash.

Last night, I was sitting at the kitchen counter reading some old newspapers and downing a ceasar salad when I heard my cell ringing. I got up and caught it before it went to voicemail and it was the waiter. I was surprised, but played it cool.

We went back and forth with a little talk and little more banter.

To Be Continued...........

Celebrity Crush

2010-05-28T09:51:00.012-04:00

This is totally out of character for me, but I saw Dan Snow (@thehistoryguy) the hunky BBC TV historian this morning on the History Channel. Am I the only guy that would just love to fuck this guy? No idea if he is straight or gay, but OMG! I want him!

Answering Questions about D......................

2010-05-02T15:22:00.006-04:00

The chain is still around his neck as of last night. D gave me what I believe are the only two small keys to the tiny padlock that locks the chain around his neck. I don't think it has been off since I locked it. I am new to this type of "control", but I have to admit it is extremely erotic. I am amazed that he wears it to work and everywhere. He tells me his friends are "envious", "jealous" and amazed that anyone has that king of "control" over him. D seems to luv it.

Yes, D looks exactly like the Sean Cody model - Ben, whose pictures I post. D is 29. The guy in the pictures is probably early 20's. It is like fucking someone's younger brother.

It is always raw with D, since that first time. We had the talk. He claims not to be fucking anyone else. I totally believe him. Before I could say anything, he told me he didn't want me to lie to him and he didn't want to know about the other boys I fuck. He then changed the subject. It has never come up again. And, yes I fuck others.

D are just fuckbuds. I don't think he wants more and I am not ready for more. We hang together occasionally. We've done an occasional dinner. We have worked out together. He smoked me big time in the gym. I fuck him 1 or 2 times per week. Sometimes more. It is very comfortable.

Thanks for all the postive feedback. I appreciate it. I can be contacted at insoflo

New Years with D - Pt. 2

2010-04-25T21:57:00.008-04:00

I have started and stopped writing this post 5 times sinces January. I think I am back, we shall see how it goes..........

Continued..........

Fast forward to the afternoon of New Year's Eve. D and I exchanged the following text messages:

D: i am so horny. i really wanna get fucked by you.
Me: hey. how are you doing?
D: horny for you, Sir!!! how is my Master?
Me: good here.
D: PLEASE COME FUCK ME!!!
Me: mmmm
D: Pleeeeease!!!
Me: when did you have in mind?
D: tonite? any chance you could come by tonite? i can be ready and waiting.....
Me: later tonite could work. no plans for tonite. gonna go home and chill after work.
D: PLEASE COME FUCK ME!!! wanna make plans to chill here? i can entertain you. could do dinner, drinks and dessert......
Me: best offer i've had so far:)
D: Pleeeeease!!! seriously, if you have no plans come chill here?
Me: OK! let me finish and head home. i'll text.
D: OK, Sir! i will be waiting.

So, I went from almost feeling sorry for myself to looking forward to the evening. Fact was that I had turned down several invitations. Being single at a New Year's Eve Party is not the best time when you're in a funk. The fact is that as much as I have tried to ignore and lie to myself about it, I am still tryimg to make sense of what happen between cherryboi and me. I received a disturbingly weird Christmas card from cherryboi. Jolly and almost flip and impossible for me to disciper. Do I respond, do I ignore or is it meant to hurt? I have chosen to ignore because there is nothing about the card to indicate that cherryboi wants more and there is no reason to cause myself more pain. Chilling with D should be fun. At least, I will get laid.

I worked later than I had planned. The Metro was empty and there weren't many people on the street as I walked home. One of the amazing things to me about DC is that it empties of all humanity on any holiday. Everyone seems to go somewhere else. I did a few things at home and then jumped in the shower.

Out of the shower, I text messaged D: Just out of the shower will leave soon.
D: i am waiting, Sir! i am cooking.
Me: i'll bring some wine.

I threw some things in a gym bag and grabbed a bottle of Ch. Montelena on the way out the door. I have been a fan since my trip to Calistoga last June. Before I locked the door, I made a decision. I put down my gym bag and stuff and went back inside. I walked down to the basement and went to the back door. Next to the door was the box with everything cherryboi had left for me on my backstep after our breakup. I opened the back door and carried the box back to the alley and deposited it in my trash can. It was the end of 2009 and time for closure.

As I walked to the Metro, I started feeling that tingle of anticipation in my crotch and had to smile. I didn't have to wait long for a Red Line train to Glenmont to roll into the Station. D's condo is a few Metro Stations north of me on the Red Line. I caught the front door with a couple that held the door for me. D answered the door bare-chested with his chiseled abs exposed wearing thin nylon gym shorts looking like a fucking $Million.

I had hardly dropped my gym bag and D hard barely locked the door before he was on his knees tugging at my zipper and unbuckling my belt and jeans. He devoured my cock. It was intense, hungry and fast. He eagerly licked, sucked and slurped my cock until I was panting and spraying my nut down his throat. "How was that?", he asked. "What do you think?", I responded. "Good! I wanted that out of the way so that we could enjoy the rest of the evening.", he smiled.

After that good start, the evening proceeded with us cooking and chatting. We ate too much and drank too much sprawled on D's over-stuffed couch. We watched The Getaway (1972 film) starring Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen. It is a classic action flick that D had rented from Netflix. It is a good movie and I was surprised by his taste in films. We were relaxed and comfortable together on his couch. I was nice. We counted down 2009 and celebrated the arrival of 2010 with Dick Clark and Ryan Seacrest.

Then starting with a long sensual massage and D mouth around my cock and all over my body, we fucked passionately until after 2:00AM. We ended cuddled up in bed chatting about work and growing up and sex.

The next morning after showering, D asked if I would be freaked out if he gave me the only 2 kets to a chain he wanted to lock around his neck. I have the keys. The chain is still around his neck.

Eye Candy - Seattle Mariners' AA Hot Shot Pitching Prospect Daniel Cortes

2010-02-20T19:34:00.008-05:00

Daniel Cortes is a sexy 22 year old baseball player, who is making a showing this year as a hot shot rising pitching prospect with the Seattle Mariners' Organization. He is hot, young, cocky and sexy with the appealing habit of having revealing pictures of himself taken and posted online. I'd love to play ball with him, if he happens to be reading this Blog. Here are a few of his pics:

I am working on Pt. 2 of New Years with D and I will post soon. Crusing the Web and Craigslist tonite, if anyone is around. In the mean time, we can enjoy these pics of Daniel.

New Years with D - Pt. 1

2010-02-12T21:48:00.002-05:00

Sorry for the delay in posting. Been stressed in work and life. Haven't been in the mood to blog recently.

As I indicated in my last post, late in the afternoon on New Year's Eve I received a surprise invitation from D to spend the evening with him. I had no plans, so I accepted. Let me start with some background.

As regular readers know, I first noticed and met D on the Metro. He is genuine all-American boy-next-door type, who could be anyone’s younger brother or any college jock. He is incredibly handsome. He looks very much like this Sean Cody model - Ben:

D is a self-professed total bottom fag with a daddy-thing. He is 28yo white about 6'1" 180 pounds with hazel-green eyes and brown hair. He is lean, worked out with just enough hair in the right places. He is hung with the biggest cock I have ever seen - 11-plus inches - and uncut. Even though I deliberately ignore his massive member, he told me his length one night late as we played in his bed after sex. I have never been disappointed having sex with him. Sex with him is my personal all-you-can-eat buffet and I can have whatever and however much I want. Being a true bottom fag, he makes sure it is all about me.

D is an Ivy League-educated professional. He has a successful career with a large organization in DC, which I learned the first day that he handed me his business card on the Metro. He is single and unattached. I asked him one night why he didn't date or even seem to hook-up and he said, "no matter what guys say, once my pants come off it becomes all about my cock." This frankly is not a surprise given its proportions. He wasn't being pompus or arrogant, he went on to describe a seriess of situations going back to high school where every sexual encounter ended up centered around his cock. He discribed his cock as almost a curse and explained that he craved being used and fucked, but guys always endup trying to suck his cock and to get him to fuck them.

There have been two expections to this, D recounted to me. The first was a "straight" jock that he started servicing in a bathroom during college. One day the jock took D back to his dorm room and fucked him. After that, they almost always hooked-up in his dorm and the jock would tell him what he wanted and he would eagerly service the guy. The jock never acted as though he saw D's cock and never touched it. D described really enjoying the situation. He'd see the jock around campus and the guy always ignored him. He'd get a call or message from the jock and always drop everything to go service him on demand. He basically ended up falling in love with the guy, or thought he loved the guy. It ended abrupty one afternoon after a particular aggressive fuck session in the jock's dorm room. As D gathered up his clothes and got ready to leave the the jock annonced that he was engaged to get married and that he wouldn't need him anymore. From that day on, whenever he saw the jock around campus the guy acted as though D wasn't there. The second is me. He recounted, first noticing me checking him out on the Metro. He said some days I would look and some days I wouldn't. I kept quiet about the fact that I preferred to check him out in his jeans rather than his suits. D said it was hot that I would look or not look and he would never know what to expect. He described starting to watch for me on the train in the morning. He even mentioned seeing me occasionally with another guy, so he avoided trying to approach me until the morning that he handed me his card. "I didn't know for sure what to expect the first time we hooked-up", he said, "but how you carried yourself the first time convinced me." D said, "The night you text messaged me to come service you sealed the deal. I was hooked. You owned me at that point. I luv being you fag and I am honored that you choice to use me."

In all honesty, I find the whole submissive fag thing to be somewhat self-loathing. At the same time, D eagerness and persistence is fucking hot. So, as you all know, I have enjoyed using him and I started breeding his incredibly tight hole shortly before cherryboi and I broke up.

Fast forward to the afternoon of New Year's Eve. D and I exchanged the following text messages:

D: I am so horny. I really wanna get fucked by you.

To Be Continued...............

New Year's Exe 2009

2009-12-31T17:13:00.003-05:00

I just wanted to touch base. I have been in one of those frames of mind where I haven't had the inclination to blog. All is well. I am not dating anyone, but I am still a guy.... so I am having sex.

I received a surprise invitation to spend this evening with D. My next post will update you on that..........

Happy New Year everyone!

Eye Candy - Santa, this is what I want for Xmas!!!

2009-12-19T21:59:00.004-05:00

I am hunkered down and weathering what appears to be the worst snowstorm that DC has seen in years. I took an after breakfast walk, but basically have been homebound all day. Reading and TV. Nothing much else to do for now.

I am sorry that I haven't been in the frame of mind to post. I am recovering from a broken heart, but all is well and I thought I'd take a few minutes to post something. There have been some escapades, but I'll write about them later.

Today I spent a lot of time on-line looking at porm. I am a guy. I want to let everyone know what I want for Christmas. This delicious Euro boy:

Eye Candy - Cleveland Indians' Grady Sizemore's iPhone Pics

2009-11-29T15:22:00.006-05:00

I don't do this often, but I came across these eye candy pics of Grady Sizemore on the Internet this afternoon. Grady Sizemore is an outfielder who plays for the Cleveland Indians. If you aren't familiar with him you can check him out here. Apparently, these pics were snapped during some sextexting with his Playboy Playmate girlfriend Brittany Binger.

He is delicious, fucking hot and as you can see hung like a horse.............

Thanksgiving, cherryboi, the Marine - and a date

2009-11-26T15:54:00.000-05:00

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!! I am making pasta salad and a desert for a group dinner at "Dan" and "Howard"'s place with friends this evening. Things are good!

With all the news about the military and debating about whether the President will send even more troops to Afghanistan, my thoughts have been with the the Marine. He is still deployed in Afghanistan. I won't get any more specific. It appears that he will be there for a while. Our conversations are always generic, but we IM and exchange e-mails a lot. I have gone high tech enough to have Yahoo! messenger on my phone, so we IM at the strangest times. I think he's scared and bored. He is too macho to admit the scared descriptor, but I can feel it and totally understand. I am moved by the sacrifices these men and women make for us. Having said that, he promises me that he is living his dream. He wants to be and is a Marine!

I put together two big care packages that I mailed out to Afghanistan on Monday. I must have made quite a sight lugging these two big boxes from the Metro to the Union Station Post Office. It was stuff that the Marine said that he an his buddy's could use. I also threw all of the books that I had around the house into the boxes along with some sweets and everything else I could think. It made me feel good to do it. I am thankful for them. I think we all can agree that we hate war, I just want all of them to come home safe someday soon. I'd also luv to fuck the Marine again soon and can't tell him.

cherryboi left a box with a note on my backstep some time between Friday and Sunday last week. I found it last Sunday afternoon. I had not planned to ever mention him again in this blog, but the note changed my mind. The box contained an old sweatshirt, some clothes and about everything I had ever given him during our relationship. It also contained the book - The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio: How to Go Down on a Man and Give Him Mind-Blowing Pleasure that I once mentioned in this blog. I will be honest. I actually cried. It appears that cherryboi has quit his job and moved back home. He wants to try to live a straight lifestyle. I gather from the note that he has surrendered to family pressure and fear to come out to his Mother and Father. I am sad, but at a loss to do anything constructive about it.

I had a date last night. Not really much to tell. We planned to have drinks and that turned into dinner at his suggestion. It was nice and I thought I'd mention it. I am not sure it if will go anywhere.

Finally, D just text messaged me: "I am so horny! Please come fuck me!" I will soon:)

Pounded The Cop's hole last night

2009-11-21T10:29:00.002-05:00

I passed on a chance to go out after work last night with some friends. I haven't been very sociable lately and I haven't had much energy to Blog either. I went home and did a few chores. I made some soup and a salad to eat and passed on the thought of a late trip to the gym last night. I headed up to bed early.

I was still dozing after midnight, when the phone rang. I almost knew before I answered that it was The Cop. His voice has that tone that makes my cock tingle. He is almost begging to come over. I told him to come over, but warned him that I was tired.

I went downstairs and unlocked the door. I then crawled back in bed to doze a while. I am not sure how much later I awoke to The Cop coming into the room. Again, he is wearing his police uniform. A move he has fallen into that I don't comment on. It is FUCKING HOT! I lazily watched him undress and neatly layout his police uniform on my chair by the bedroom window. The light from outside silhouetted his well defined muscular body. I could make out the roundness of his big bubble ass and his muscular legs and thighs. Any thoughts I'd had of not fucking him disappeared immediately.

He crawled into bed next to me and I just pushed him down to my cock. There were no orders or words of encouragement. He knew what I wanted and he knew what he came for. He was hungry for my cock and engulfed it with his mouth. I closed my eyes and reached down to grab his head. I could feel him working his tongue on my shaft. Occasionally, I would firmly force his head down on my cock to feel it in his throat. After a while of this, I pulled him up from my crotch and we kissed passionately and made out for a while.

Then I told him firmly to get on his stomach. I got up behind him and had to admire his ass for a bit. Then, I grabbed each cheek firmly and opened up his crack. I spit three times on his hole, wrapped my cock and put the head at his hole. Then as I forced my way into him, I dropped down on top of him. I felt him stiffen and grunt at my presence in him. I positioned my legs outside his thighs as I bucked my hips to force my cock deeper into him. He groaned in pleasure and turned to look at me I kissed his lips lightly and wrapped my arm around his neck. Then, I whispered huskily into his ear that I was now just going to fuck him.

I rode him hard and held on to him with my arm wrapped around his neck firmly. He groaned in pleasure as I bucked to get into him deeper. Finally, I came in waves into him. Then, I was spent on top of him. I could hear and feel him panting under me. I rolled over and he spooned up to me. I still had the condom hanging on my cock when I woke up this AM.

After a light breakfast together, we went to my gym and worked on arms and core. I would definitely like to have The Cop's 8-pack.

When Are You Gonna Just Fuck Me Raw? Pt. 3

2009-10-24T13:33:00.007-04:00

I appreciate everyone's public and private comments. I took a lot of heat from prople about my post about fucking D raw. It probably was for the most part deserved. I spent several days after hooking-up with D trying to figure out what the next step should be. It didn't help that I got a running stream of text messages from D begging me to come fuck him.

I posted that I was in love with cherryboi most of the time. That was true. cherryboi and I were at the National Equality March on Sunday, October 11, 2009. He went back to work and the next time I heard from him was on the following Friday. It was after 9:30PM by the time he got to my place. It was nasty and rainy. cherryboi came into the kitchen and I remember now that he was wearing a jacket that he never removed. Before I could break the good news to him that I had fucked D raw and broke my promise or offer him something to eat, he announced that we needed to have a talk. To cut to the chase, he broke up with me. "I have needed to break up with you for a while.....", he told me. I am not going to blog about all the pesky details. He handled it very maturely. He told me that he will always care for me. He gave me a quick kiss and laided my house key on the counter and was out the front door before I could take a deep breathe. He still doesn't know that I that I fucked D raw. It is over. I am sure that all of you will think I got what I deserved and you all may be right. As I write this post, I don't really fully understand why cherryboi broke up with me. This has been painful.

So, no sex lately to blog about because I haven't been motivated to reach out for it. I am going to set about picking up and moving on.

When Are You Gonna Just Fuck Me Raw? Pt. 2

2009-10-13T22:11:00.002-04:00

Yes everyone, I broke the rules with D. I felt a slight twinge of guilt as I woke up Sunday morning in his bed. But, I have to be honest it was only a twinge and it was very momentary. I had D's ass raw again Sunday morning before breakfast. We laid in bed and talked about barebacking. I will continue to fuck D raw. The fag wants it! Spare me the judgments. Believe me, if he offered you his ass raw you'd have it too!

cherryboi is still in the picture. I am not sure what I'll tell him if anything. I am in love with cherryboi most of the time. I nailed him nearly 2 weeks ago. We didn't see each other again until this Sunday. No complaints. We are both busy.

It is sex with D. Great sex! I would like to get both of them in bed at the same time, but I am sure that will always be a fantasy.

cherryboi and I were at the National Equality March on Sunday. He held my hand the whole afternoon and then went back to work.

When Are You Gonna Just Fuck Me Raw?

2009-10-12T23:09:00.000-04:00

Friday night, I text messaged D because I was horny after a long evening out drinking with some work friends and I was not ready to go home alone. Regrettably, I got no response, so I went home and crashed. The next morning, I had the following text from D with a timestamp of 3:40AM:

D: Sir, I am sorry I did not get your text until now. Please tell this fag how can to make it up to you?

I texted back that I was still looking for some ass and head. We texted back and forth with some scheduling for Saturday evening and a little bit of flirting. One thing led to another and finally I got a text saying:

D: Sir, I will be home from 6:30PM on. You know the code. Door will be unlocked. PLEASE come when you want to!!!!

I was out at dinner with some friends. It was a combination birthday dinner for one friend and a catchup for all of us. Things have been crazy for all of us. We joked about how little time there seemed to be lately to do anything but work. I had been out later than I planned. I ended up waiting almost 20 minutes for a Red Line train, so I considered not riding the extra stops north to fuck D. The train stopped at the New York Avenue Station and the doors opened and I thought about the tight bubble butt waiting for me and started to get stiff. As the doors closed, my stiffinning cock told me that I had the energy to get laid.

D's building is a short walk from the Metro Station. I let myself in the front door of the building. When I got to D's door it was unlocked. I entered and locked the door behind me. The apartment was totally dark. I removed my shoes and put them near the foyer closet.

I found him asleep in his bedroom sprawled across the bed. He was half-covered with a sheet and totally nude. The mounds of his firm bubble butt were partially exposed and waiting for me. I undressed and crawled onto the bed beside him and he responded immediately with a lingering kiss.

D whispered, "I am so happy you decided to come."

We kissed and made out for a while. We have kissed before, but this was different. It was passionate and hungry from him. He clung to me and his kisses were hungry. This went on for long enough that I wondered for a minute, if we would fuck. As though he could read my mind, he reached down and grabbed my cock. "Put it in me now", he whispered.

I got up to grab a rubber and I noticed a very audible sigh from him. In the dark and almost disembodied, I hear his voice plaintively say, "When are you gonna just fuck me raw?"

I was taken by complete surprise. This came from nowhere and I was stunned. Then I just went with it. I crawled back into bed. His hand grabbed my cock and pulled me towards his ass. He was already lubed, but as tight as always. He grunted and tensed, but I pushed in and was instantly in bliss. His hungey hole engulfed my cock.

D always uses his ass well as we fuck. His muscles milk my cock. He always seems to squeeze harder as I pull out. The more I pumped into him the more he squeezed the shaft of my cock as I pulled back. After about 15 or 20 minutes of this, I busted uncontrollably into his ass. It was so intense, that I could feel the squirting cum move up the underside of my cock. He knew I was cumming. As I finished, I could feel him kissing my forearm. His ass was clamped tighly around the shaft of my cock and working it.

Surprised by the tender kisses on my arm and enjoying the sensations of his ass working my cock, I stayed in him and let him flex around me. I was totally over the top. I stayed hard. It felt incredible. He was hot with my cum. Instinctively, I justed began to thrust into him again.

I was more aggressive this time. I could hear D moan and grunt as I pounded my cock deeply into him. His ass felt like warm velvet around my cock. It was slick from my first load in him and I could feel that soon my second load would be in him too.

Then I could hear him softly moaning, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Don't stop. Fuck me!"

His ass was like paradise. It was hot with my cum and responsive to my every thrust. Added to that, D was pleading for it.

I think the whole building and people on the street heard me pump my second load deep into him. Even after I finished, I continued to fuck his velvety hole.

I was still hard as I pulled out of him and plopped down beside him on the bed. D immediately moved to cuddle up against me. I was totally spent. I woke up 9 hours later in his bed with the sun shining.

Yesterday Anon

2009-10-01T15:03:00.002-04:00

His address was a few blocks from the Metro. I was calm and unaffected until I came up on the escalator and felt the damp wind blowing against me. Then I began to have a feeling of anxious excitement that built as I walked towards his block.

He had e-mailed me a few days ago:

Please Fuck me dude… I luv to be used and anon is hot! Find me blindfolded or anyway that you want, hole up waiting for you so it is totally anonymous! 30 wm 6’1” 175 near XXXXXX Metro.

His second e-mail contained a mouth-watering bodpic with nice muscular legs and a hard ass. He made it clear again how hot the situation was to him and that I could have him any way that I wanted. He supplied a cell number and a promise to make himself available any time after 4:30PM most days.

His building was easy to find and I had no trouble getting inside. When I got to his door, it was ajar waiting for me to enter. As I closed the door, I realized that I could hear my heart beating in my hears. I was suddenly very excited and at the same time extremely anxious.

His room was dimmed from the quickening setting of the sun outside and the window treatments pulled almost tight, but I could see him laying on the bed nude and face down. He was wearing a blindfold and didn’t move or make a sound as I entered the room. I could hear him breathing between the throbbing sound in my ears.
I quickly undressed and crawled onto the bed behind him. I was totally erect. He wiggled his legs apart in a move to almost invite me. I could feel him jump a little as I touched his thigh just beneath the roundness of his ass. He was smooth and warm. There was a lingering sign of a summer tan. His ass felt as muscular as it looked in the bodpic he had sent.

As I looked him over, I caressed his ass checks and felt his firmness. Then I pulled them apart slightly between my hands. The first sound came from him as my tongue found his hole. He was very clean and fresh. He didn’t expected my tongue, that was clear. There was a moment of processing and then he began to react with low groans. I felt him push his hips down and towards me as I probed him with my tongue. I was surprised to find that he was very tight. I assumed a guy eagerly seeking to be used would have a sloppy used hole. I surprised myself by wanting to eat him out. For a while, I almost lost myself in his ass.

Then I decided to take him. I had decided ahead of time to be safe, so I quickly wrapped for the occasion. He wiggled his ass at the feeling of my cock approaching his hole. He was well-lubed, but his pucker was tight. My first careful attack at his pucker met some resistance. With my second attempt, I placed a firm open hand between his shoulder blades and forced my way in. As my cock penetrated him, his body convulsed and he gasped loudly. He didn’t resist and he didn’t pull away, but I could feel his ass flexing to accommodate my penetration. After getting in and allowing him a chance to get used to my cock, I began to gently thrust. He was instantly responsive and his gasping stopping and his breathing began to change. This boy liked being fucked, it had just been a while since he had been fucked.

I fucked him. I purposely concentrated on how my cock felt in him and adjusted my movements and pace to maximize how good it felt. I had come to make it about me and I did. I zoned in and out, occasionally noticing his responses and movements under me. Within in minutes, the pleasure was building in me. I concentrated on the moment. I didn’t try to last and I didn’t concern myself with him. It was fucking awesome! I peaked fast and could feel the explosions of cum at the end of my cock into the rubber. I was almost immediately spent and literally collapsed on top of him.

He laid there under my weight without making a sound or moving. I could hear him panting slightly. After a few minutes of collection, I got up and moved off his bed. He didn’t move. The rubber fell off of the end of my cock from the weight of the cum inside it. I tossed it on his back and grabbed his head to pull his face toward my crotch. He needed no prompting. He licked my cock and balls clean. I dressed and pulled the door tight as I left without either of us exchanging a single word. He has no idea who fucked him. It was incredible!

Ratings

2009-08-30T11:04:00.006-04:00

One of my Readers, borg_queen, said...

Hi, can you please make a post ranking who the hottest and most good looking of your guys are? Who's got the best body, face, cock, etc.?

Please be objective and don't just put Cherry Boi at the top. lol thanks

Thank you, borg_queen, for the suggestion. It got me considering my good fortunate lately. So, after pondering it for a few days, here is my overall rating of the guys that I have named on this Blog:

Bottoms I have fucked and Blogged about ---

Number 1 may come as a surprise to everyone, but it is not cherryboi. It is the Marine. He is in his 30's, 6'4" with the trademark "high and tight" haircut. He is a perfectly formed man. Extremely hot! Need I say more? All around best looking and best body. Being a real Marine with the Tat may have pushed him to Number 1.

Number 2 is D. My Metro fuck buddy. He really does look like this Sean Cody model - Ben. A 28-yo white all-American boy-next-door type. He is about 6'1", 180 pounds with a massive uncut cock and has hazel-green eyes and brown hair. He is lean, worked out with just enough hair in the right places. All around great looking, great body, best cock and the best sex! He may be the hottest guy I have ever fucked, but what really makes it hot is that it is virtually NSA. He doesn't seem to want more and definitely doesn't ask for more. We have socialized a few times. We even lifted at the gym together twice. I can have him whenever I want him. I got a text message today from him - "u around?" Our code for my ass is yours if you want it.

Number 3 is cherryboi. He is now 27, 6'1", bl, bl. 178, 32"w, athletic build, 7” cut cock and eager. All around great looking, great body, great cock and the most passionate giving sex. He is also a sweet guy and he is mine. He actually read a book to learn how to give better blowjobs. Very hot! He gave me his cherry and we have become great friends.

Number 4 is Gareth. I first saw Gareth standing on a train platform in Switzerland. He is 25, 6’1”, large uncut cock, with a great body and a good head on his shoulders. He has a lean and cut European build. Hot! hot! hot! You can't forget that "british" prep look and the accent either. Somehow, I have managed to keep a really long-distance connection with him. We exchange e-mails all the time. I keep telling him that it is his turn to come to me.

Number 5 is K. I am not going to go into a lot of details about K. Read the posts.

Number 6 is Guy from the Corner Store. He is in his 30's, 5' 11". lean and very cute with sandy-brown hair and green eyes. He also has one fantastic ass and it is always tight! I don't write about this guy often, but I see him all the time around the neighborhood. We have hooked-up several more times. Each time he wants cum. He has a wife and a baby. I now know him and his wife by name, so it is a little uncomfort to get specific about boning him too. I will say these happily-married bottoms fascinate me.

Number 7 is The Cop. He is 30, 5'11", very muscular with sandy-brown hair and he is a Cop. He is almost too muscular for my taste. But, he is one extremely nice guy. I'd say we are friends at this point. Nothing quite compares to fucking a submissive Cop. He has an uncanny knack for calling at the perfect time.

Number 8 is The Married Guy. He is in his 30's with a lean and muscular body including six-pack with a nice light trail. He has boyish good looks and a devilish smile. He has sex appeal. There is something magnetic about this guy. And he is totally straight-acting living a straight life. Hot! Lets face it. It's hot fucking a married guy.

I hope to keep adding to the list!

I am looking for a totally anonymous cockslut

2009-08-26T23:13:00.003-04:00

I may regret this, but I have decided to try something new with this Blog. I have always had the wildest fantasies about totally anonymous sex, so I am looking for a totally anonymous cockslut to use. Want to be my totally anonymous fuckbuddy?

If being used by me when I have the urge for some anonymous ass appeals to you, Email Me with some pics, your age and stats along with more than one sentence on why I should choose you to use totally anonymously.

Status Update

2009-08-25T22:09:00.003-04:00

I am alive everybody:) I really appreciate all of the positive comments and e-mails about the Blog and my lack of posting recently. Life, work and things have kept me occupied this Summer. Things are fine. Life just makes it hard to blog sometimes. I still have a sexlife and my sexcapades continue, I just haven't had the time or motivation to sit down and write lately.

I started a long post about my trip to Calistoga, California at the end of May, but haven't finished it. I definitely plan to. It was a trip to remember!

Monday evening after I finished with some dinner, I was surfing Craigslist and came across a simple post that said:

horny young latino guy looking to suck cock now. write back with stats and pics for mine

I wrote a quick response with my stats and a pic. Within 3 e-mails, the horny young latino guy was on his way to my place. His pics were sparse, but he claimed to be 19, 6.0', 180 lbs. When I answered the door an incredibly young and innocent-looking latino boy was standing outside. The stats were accurate enough and he was definitely a hottie, but I immediately doubted that he was the 19 years that he claimed. He sensed my hesitation. I am sure I was pretty obvious about it.

"I will suck your cock any way that you want it!", he blurted out as we stood in my open door.

"How old are you really?", I asked.

"I swear I am 19, man. I can prove it.", he said as he fished in his pocket and produced a wallet that he literally flipped open to show me his DC driver's license.

It showed a clear picture of the horny young latino guy in front of me with a date of birth of July 21, 1990. I let him in and closed and locked the door.

"I glad you let me inside. You looked totally like you were gonna close the door in my face.", he said.

The horny young latino guy was wearing a pair of baggy grey board-shorts and a plain navy blue t-shirt. He looked positively delicious. He was anxious and it showed. He was nervous too and that showed. The whole package was hot. I thought back to my early experiences as a young guy and decided to go easy and let the boy enjoy himself.

I headed to an easy chair in the back room of my first floor. The horny young latino guy was right behind me on my heels. I got to the chair and dropped my pants. I turned around and looked him directly in the eyes and gently said, "I want you on your knees between my legs." I dropped into the chair and spread my legs. The horny young latino guy shed his t-shirt and was on his knees instantly with my nearly hard cock in his face. I watched him look at my cock for a few seconds. For a moment, I thought he was going to freeze. But there was no reason to doubt that he was there on a mission. He reached out and very hesitantly took the shaft of my cock in his hand. He was looking at it. Literally studying it.

"I am a little nervous.", he said. "This is only the second time that I have done this."

"Have you changed your mind?", I asked while he held my now fully hard cock in his hand.

"No.", he replied.

"Then suck my cock.", I said. And he did.

It was gingerly at first. He was more tentative than skilled. He kept trying different things with his mouth, tongue and hands. I figured he was trying everything he had ever seen in porn bjs. Rather than being a great blowjob, it was hot watching him enjoy my cock.

Then out of total left field he asked, "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes.", I replied.

The horny young latino guy came up from between my legs alongside me on the chair and we started to kiss. It was totally fucking sweet. We kissed and he felt my face. After a minute or so, he wrapped his arms around me as we kissed. Then as quickly as we had started to kiss, he stopped and went back down and started sucking my cock again. Now he was more relaxed and less ginger in his sucking. Finally, he wrapped one hand around the base and started to really work my cock.

I felt a familiar pressure building and gently reached down and pushed his head down on my throbbing cock. As I pushed down, I began to let loose with an intense orgasm. Three or four big spurts and I fed it all to him. I could feel him try to resist, but I held his head in place. Obviously, this time the horny young latino guy became a true cocksucker.

"Swallow it all!", I said firm. "Don't waste a drop", I commanded him and he did.

When I released my hold on his head, I told him, "Now lick it clean!". I leaned my head back in the chair and enjoyed his eager tongue licking my cock and balls.

When I finally looked down at him, he had the biggest grin on his face. "Wow!", he said.

"Wow!", I said.

Gym Wednesday Night

2009-05-17T18:01:00.000-04:00

I went to the gym Wednesday Night after work. I haven't really blogged about it, but my New Year's Resolution was to get in better shape. I do have a really hot young BF and I just turned 40. I already belonged to a gym downtown not far from my office, but I rarely hit the gym more than once per week before January. I also hired a Trainer - Seth. He actually was recommended by The Cop. Seth is a police officer, part-time trainer and a competitive kickboxer. Unfortunately, he is as straight as an arrow. He is also in fucking fantastic shape. Seth busts my ass twice a week and e-mails me a work-out routine for me to do between our meetings.

I am actually starting to notice changes in my body. I have lost about 5 to 10 pounds depending on the scale and everything is firmer. The other day cherryboi commented that he noticed a difference and recently a friend that hadn't seen me in a while commented that I had changed, so some results for all the paces Seth has put me through I guess. Tonight we did some actual kickbox sparing, which was a first for me. A lot of people watched us spare, but after about 30 minutes I noticed one particular guy on a leg machine watching. I didn't give it a lot of thought, because I was busy with my footwork and dodging Seth's hits.

When we were done I headed for the sauna and spent a good 15-20 minutes there relaxing in the steam. Then I headed straight for the showers. There weren't too many guys in the showers at this point and I headed toward the back. I was literally in the shower for maybe 60 seconds, when I heard the shower curtain open and close behind me. I turned surprised, but in stepped the guy I had noticed earlier on the leg machine. He was late 20's-early 30's, 6’, 165, smooth with a swimmer-type build and a light dusting of hair on his chest, close cropped light-brown hair and obviously on a mission. "We OK?", he said with a smile as he reached out and cupped my balls. I smiled back and in an instant he was on his knees in front of me nuzzling and squeezing my growing cock and balls.

My cock was instantly hard as his soft lips wrapped around the head of my cock. He soon effortlessly took my whole cock down his throat. I reached down and grabbed the back of his head forcing his nose into my wet and sweaty pubes. I could feel his tongue working the base of my cock and as I let him come back up, his tongue worked the length of my shaft and swirled around the head of my cock. I was really enjoying it. My senses were alive with the feeling of the water on my body and his mouth and hands working my crotch. He reached up and ran his fingers through the trail of hair above my pubes and ran his hand along my side and grabbed my ass. I instinctively moaned out loud, without thinking about who might hear me. I could hear the sounds of him aggressively sucking my cock. He was there to get me off. I grabbed the back of his head firmly and began aggressively meeting the movements of his head. As I thrust into his eager mouth, I could feel my balls slapping against his chin. As much as I tried to feed him, he was in control.

Then I was there. Almost without warning, I began to spasm into him. As I knew I would shoot, I looked down at him and met his eyes staring up at me. His eyes said yes and we were locked in a stare as I blew my load into his willing mouth. It was a big load. I felt 8 or 10 spurts and between spurts felt his tongue working the underside of my shaft. I was nearly spent by the intensity and closed my eyes as I finished. When my eyes opened again, my softer cock was in his hand and he was squeezing the last few drops of my load out and licking them off the head. I felt him kiss the end of my cock softly and as he did I noticed some Arabic or Hebrew symbols tattooed on the top of his back at his shoulders. Then, he was gone.....

Blogging about cherryboi today

2009-05-10T16:24:00.006-04:00

By popular demand, I am blogging about cherryboi today. We are still together. I continue to take it figuratively and in reality day-by-day and things seem to be good. It feels good! We are more and more good together.

cherryboi continues to be a law student by night and works full time on Capitol Hill by day. He recently took on a lot more responsibility as his Congressman has expanded some of his committe work. I was discussing this with a friend over dinner several nights ago and it me hit that this is really incredible. I am busy too, but somehow we seem to find time and I have begun to miss seeing him when we aren't together.

Last night, we were together all evening and he was here this morning until he left to hit the law library to study. Yesterday afternoon, I went for a long walk to shop at Eastern Market in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of the City. It was the first day in more than a week that it didn't rain here. It turned out to be a beautiful day. cherryboi and I exchanged texts as I shopped and he met up with me there. I got some great fresh pork chops to grill and the makings for a nice salad. We also roamed around and enjoyed the day as we checked out the other vendors.

I planned to make dinner and then thought we would watch a movie on Netflixs or PayPerView. cherryboi was my appetizer on the couch and floor of my living room. We had been relaxing with cold drinks after our walk back from Eastern Market and one thing led to another and soon I had cherryboi bent over the arm of the couch and was holding a hand full of his blond hair, as I aggressively pounded his ass. I was horny for his ass and the grunts and moans, in response to my invasion of his ass, was getting my off. I had a load building in less than 5 minutes. I didn't try to hold back. When I had shot my load deep into him, I pulled him by his hair from the arm of couch and down on to the floor between my legs. "Lich me clean!", I commanded, and cherryboi eagerly complied.

Having this beautiful young man on his knees in front of me licking my seed and his ass juices off my cock had me hard again in no time. I laid my head back on the couch and just enjoyed his service. I got lost in how good it felt. He licked, nuzzled and stroked my cock until I shot another load all over his chest and stomach. I reached down to touch his engorged cock and in a few strokes his load joined mine on his smooth hard stomach. Then we kissed deeply and he whispered, "I love you", into my ear.

I washed up and headed to the kitchen to make dinner. cherryboi ran up stairs and jumped into the shower. We had a wonderfully pleasant dinner on my back patio under the trees rustling in the breeze. We chatted away about various things.

cherryboi: You know I love it when you loose control of yourself fucking me.

Me: What exactly does that mean?

cherryboi: You know what I mean. You loose yourself and just fuck me. It isn't passion or control. It is almost animalistic and I love it.

Me: Well, I certainly enjoyed!

cherryboi: Good I want you to enjoy it. I hope you saved a little for later.

Me: Always!

And later, as we drank wine and digested our dinner:

cherryboi: Do you remember our first time?

Me: Of course I do. How could I forget it? I practically raped you.

cherryboi: No, you didn't. I gave myself to you. I wanted you. I wanted you to fuck me.

Me: Is this revision of history?

cherryboi: No, not at all. I am a shy person. You know that. When I came here the first time that night I was scared, but you were so nice and made me feel comfortable. What I remember is that you finally sat down beside me and touched my face and kissed me. I decided right there that I wanted you to have me.

Me: Is that true? I remember taking you and clearly recall not giving you an option.

cherryboi: It's true. I could have put up a fight. That was my choice. I wanted you to take me. I want you to always want to take me. I love you.

Much, much later after cherryboi was sticky from and smeared with 2 more of my loads.

cherryboi: I love you.

Me: I love you too.

cherryboi: I love laying with you and being filled with your cum. It just feels so right and I feel so good. I really do love you.

more D

2009-05-03T16:00:00.004-04:00

Thursday night after a brutal workout at the gym with my Trainer, I text messaged D that I was coming by for some relief. It was a quick blow-and-go. The highlight was feeding him 3 days worth of cum at the end and watching him gulp it all down and smile in appreciation after he was done.

The following is an on-line chat we had Friday afternoon:

D: hello sir
Me: hey
D: how is my Master?
Me: good here. u?
D: PLEASE COME FUCK ME!!!
Me: mmmm
D: Pleeeeease!!!
Me: totally enjoyed feeding you last night
D: thank you! I am in awe of you sir.
Me: :)
D: i worship your cock sir! that was a very nice load!
Me: it was time for you to take one. pretty impressive.
D: really? good! thank you! it was hot.... tasty:)
Me: you are a good cocksucker!
D: thanks sir. i like hearing that.
Me: don’t mention it.
D: i dont think i spilled a drop either
Me: impressive.
D: thanks, i love your cock and love being your cocksucker
D: i wish i was on my knees in front of u now
Me: nice :)
D: i know this humble fag does not deserve a man like you, but i am always here and ready to serve you with my body if you want me. i will do anything for you. i am getting addicted to serving your cock.
Me: of course you are, fag:)
D: i would do anything if you would come fuck me now or if you would give me your cock.
Me: not available now.
D: PLEASE!!! i know i don’t deserve you, but i want to be your fag. use me.
Me: i plan to.
D: tonight i will leave my door unlocked and u can come in whenever you want.
D: i am trying to think of a way u can mark me as your personal property.
Me: really? won’t that discourage other guys from using you.
D: i want everyone to know that this fag belongs to you.
Me: well, i gotta go. i’ll be in touch.
D: yessir. this fag awaits your command.

I am headed over to fuck the little fag now. What a surprise he has turned out to be:)

Thursday with cherryboi and Friday with The Cop

2009-04-26T18:48:00.000-04:00

Things have been hectic for me as usual. cherryboi and I made a point to connect Thursday evening for Holy Thursday Mass, dinner and some passionate sex Thursday night. He left town early Friday morning to visit the Family for Easter. Between Law School for him and work for me, it has been hard to make enough time for each other. I have to give it to cherryboi, he makes sure we do find time together.

Sometimes, our relationship is like a corny movie. He's made dinner and is waiting for me - in the nude. A cell phone call telling me to meet him in the square near my office to share a sandwich on a sunny day. Sweet text messages randomly arriving throughout my day. And of course, needling me about Church just often enough to cause severe flashbacks of my youth and to get me to Mass again on Thursday. cherryboi tries harder at our relationship than I do, which is not the norm for me in relationship. This has kept me off balance, un-comfortable and frankly a little scared.

I have realized slowly over the last few months that cherryboi sees us as this great thing that has happened for him and that he is truly in love and he is peddling as hard as he can to live it. It is really so genuine and healthy and optimistic. I have realized that my state of mind about our relationship is more jaded and pessimistic. I love him, but wonder how he could possibly love me. So as protection, I assume it is not permanent and that when he finally comes to his senses he will move on. Right now, I am trying to not make that a self-fulfilling prophecy.

So on the Thursday night before Easter, as has become our practice before a holiday I fucked him and sent him home to his Family with an ass full of my cum. Friday, I was at working playing catch up in a quiet office. Between Passover and Easter, it seemed that hardly anyone was at work that day. Shortly after 2:00PM, I got a text message from The Cop and we made plans for Friday night. The image of him in his uniform thinking about bottoming for me is just too fucking hot! The amazing thing is that he always approaches our hook ups as though I am doing him such a big favor. It makes me hard!

Promptly at 7:00PM, The Cop was standing at my door with a bottle of wine and a six-pack of beer wearing a tightly-fitting pair of faded tan khakis and white button-down cotton shirt. I let him in and he followed me to the kitchen. It was all very domestic. He opened the wine for me and cracked open a beer for him. I worked on dinner, while we chatted about stuff.

The domesticity of the scene was just too much, so I told the The Cop to strip down so that I could see his ass. It was a sudden spur of the moment request and I could tell he was caught off guard. He gave me a questioning look and laughed and I said, “I am serious. Get naked.” I watched as he sheepishly disrobed. Instantly, the dynamic was changed. Being totally exposed and sitting up on a stool in the middle of the kitchen put The Cop at a perceptible disadvantage. He was uncomfortable in this position and it was nice watching him try to be relaxed. We continued to chat and as we did, I would look at his masculine body.

When dinner was finished, I collected the plates and stacked the dishwasher. As I worked, The Cop asked if there was anything he could do. I smiled and said, “ Go upstairs and get a condom and some lube.” He questioned this by repeating it to me. “Yes”, I replied. “I am going to fuck you on that stool.”

When he returned, I was sitting on the stool. He got down on his knees in front of me and began to rub my crotch through my pants. He fumbled with my belt and the button until I finally helped him peel my pants off. By this point, my cock was engorged. He swallowed my cock in one gulp. He kept it down his throat and worked his lips around the base as he gently squeezed my balls. I could feel his tongue on my shaft and I could feel his warm mouth flexing around my cock. The sensations made me even harder. Then he began to lick up my shaft and trace my cockhead with the end of his tongue. He kept my balls in his hand and gently worked them. He paused and looked up at me with a half-smile as he licked precum from the end of my cock.

The Cop: “Is this what you wanted?”

Me: “No officer, I want to fuck you! Wrap it and crawl up here and ride me!”

He stood up and looked at me with a question on his face. “Did you hear me?””, I asked? Suddenly, The Cop was overcome by eagerness. He practical shredded the condom wrapper and rolled it down my cock in one quick motion of his hand. Then he climbed up onto my lap and I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face toward me and plunged my tongue into his mouth. He kissed me back and wrapped his arms around me to hold on. I could feel his rock hard cock against my stomach. My cock was hard and crushed against his thigh. We made out really intensely for a while and he remarked that I was different tonight. “Is it a problem?”, I asked as I began to nibble on his neck. "No", he moaned back, “I am all yours.” I reached down and positioned my cock more towards the crack of his ass. I could tell he was totally lubed. As we made out, he began to slowly rub himself against my hard cock. His cock was dripping wet against my stomach and his breathing was getting heavier. I knew from experience that without even touching him, he was close to losing his load.

Without any prompting from me, The Cop reached down and pushed my hard cock to his hole and forced himself down on it. I moaned out loud.

The Cop: “Now, is this what you wanted?”

Me: “Yes, officer!”

And we finished about the same time right there on my kitchen stool.

german boy - Pt. 2

2009-03-08T21:12:00.012-04:00

continued.............

Picking up where I left off in Part 1 - about 15 minutes after the cell call, there was a knock at my front door. The german boy was standing outside in a pair of jeans and a grey hoodie. He was exactly as he described in his post - 6'1" 195 lbs with blond hair. He was in his late twenties at the most. I invited him in and was met with a big smile and a flash of his blue eyes.

german boy: "I am sorry about Sunday night. Things got hectic after we were chatting and I could not make it over here." There was no shyness. There was plenty of eye contact. His English was perfect with a clear melodic German accent.

me: "No problem. You can make it up to me."

german boy: "I am anxious to give it my best efforts. You have no diseases and are hiv-, right?"

me: "Yes. Last tested negative on January 8, 2009 and six months before that."

german boy: "OK. Good."

me: "Follow me!" I decided not to waste any time. I didn't even look over my shoulder to see if he was following. I knew he would be.

I led german boy to a room at the back of my house. As we entered the room, I turned off the ceiling light so that the only light in the room came from the back light behind my sound system. When I got to my comfortable chair, I turned around and faced him looking at me from the center of the room. Without saying a word, I began unbuckling my belt. This was the only encouragement that german boy needed to totally disrobe. I lost my jeans and reclined in the chair stroking my cock and watching this submissive boy loose his clothes. He was tall and well-formed with a smooth torso, powerful legs and a tight round ass. A very respectable package hung between his legs in a neatly trimmed blonde nest. I was hard by the time he was nude. He needed absolutely no prompting to crawl down between my legs and start to nuzzle and lick my balls.

german boy: "Man.... you have the biggest set of balls!"

me: "Take your time and get to know them...."

He tentatively began to lick, nuzzle and actually kissed my balls. Intermittently, he would stop and sniff them. I also felt his hands tentatively feeling my thighs. Soon. I felt him begin to work his way up the shaft of my cock with his tongue. Then in an instant, his tongue wrapped around the head of my cock and he engulfed me with his warm soft mouth. I was instantly in paradise.

IMHO there are two types of cocksucker. One sees sucking cock and giving pleasure to a man's cock as a submissive act and is excited by the submission and degradation of the act. This type of cocksucker sucks to degrade and humiliate himself and that is his reward. The second type, and in my opinion the superior one, just simply naturally loves cock. This type of cocksucker sucks for the oral and physical sensation of the act and his reward is the time spent enjoying the cock. The pleasure this type of cocksucker gives is a direct result of the cocksucker's love of the act of sucking and enjoying the cock. The second type, a true cocklover, is rare. With the german boy, it was immediately apparent that I had found a cocklover. He made love to my cock and the experience was mind-blowing.

I literally lost track of time in the zone. I didn't realize it till later, but the german boy sucked my cock for more than 45 minutes. He moved all over my crotch and enjoyed every inch. At one point, he rubbed my entire cock all over his face in this slow motion display of ecstasy. He responded to my every demand and encouragement. Finally, the ache in my balls and the hardness of my cock told me that it was coming to an end. Out of gratitude, I warned him that I was close. I remembered his reluctance to swallow.

german boy: "I want it."

I moved my hand to the back of his head and gave it to him. Immediately, I knew that it was a massive load. There were more than 6 large spurts followed my many smaller ones. The initial spurts were intense enough that I felt the cum exiting at the end of my cock head into his mouth. I had an intense orgasm and could sense his surprise as his body stiffened and he instinctively tried to move his head away. He gulped. Then he gulped again. Then his half choked and coughed, but he took it like a champ. I held him firmly on the end of my cock with my hand on his head. As I came to my senses, I looked down at him an said, "Don't waste any!" I watched him swallow my load and collect himself. The expression on his face said it all, he had gotten far more than he expected.

german boy: "Man.... you came a gallon. Do you always come so much?"

me: "I guess you will find out next time you suck my cock."

german boy has been back for a repeat at least once a week since that first time.

New York

2009-03-03T22:48:00.004-05:00

I had a very disappointing trip to New York - both professionally and personally.

Professionally, my company wasn't able to secure funding that was desperately needed for operations and to complete several on-going projects. Another redundant story of how shitty the economy is getting. My company laid off 40 people in February. March is a question mark???? I spent 12 to 14 hours each day I was in New York in meetings trying to work out details to get the funding we needed. In the end, last Saturday night everything fell apart. I am in Wilmington, NC this week working on something with another financial institution.

Personally, I really regret not being able to connect with a really hot boy I have been corresponding with. I wanted to meet up with him, but it never happened. A big apology to that boy….. He knows who his is..... I hope:)

I will complete my post on the german boy, when I get home.

Wish me luck. I need it.

german boy - Pt. 1

2009-02-25T22:37:00.002-05:00

I was kinda bored and horny on Sunday evening. cherryboi was working on some group Law School project most of Sunday. I randomly text messaged D that "i am horny", but didn't get any response back. I finally ended up on Craigslist.

I came across this post:

Submissive boy for older

I am a very submissive good looking guy who would like to try getting together with an oral top, especially older. I would love to service you orally any way you want. I am 6'1" 195 lbs, blonde hair blue eyes. Shoot me an email if you are interested.

I was intrigued and bored, so I shot him an e-mail.

he responded: "I really would like to become someone's regular cocksucker. I don't swallow, but I love getting my face blasted. What is your HIV status? I am negative.

me: "totally disease-free and hiv-. swallowing is not a requirement. important thing is that you really like to suck cock. looking to get off."

he responded: "I love getting naked, getting on my knees, and sucking cock.

me: "hot! available now? come on over."

he responded: "I've just given head a few times and have discovered that I like it alot. I don't want to be meeting random people and I have a need to be discrete, so I would really like to find someone who will tell me to suck his dick on a regular basis. Have you ever had a personal cocksucker?

At this point, I relaxed a little because my bs detector was beginning to go off.

me: "i have some experience with guys sucking my cock. a regular guy would be very hot! i can host you very discreetly here. come on over?"

he responded: "I am in NW DC on the Red Line. Are you on the Metro?

me: "i am in close walking distance to the New York Avenue Station. my cell is - XXX-XXX-XXXX. Give me a call from the Station when you get there."

Not that I was too surprised, but I heard nothing more from him that night. I figured it was just another Craigslist Bullshitter.

About an hour later, I got a return text from D, "What do you want, Sir?". Three text messages and about 15 minutes later and D was on his knees between my legs eagerly milking my cock. It was fantastic!!! Made even hotter by the fact that he was eager to come and do exactly what he was told. A true fag! After I finished down his throat and made him lick my cock and balls clean, I told him to "get the fuck out of here" without even looking at him. He dressed and was gone. Over the next 30 minutes, I received six different text messages from D.

D: "Thank you! I am in awe of you."

D: "I worship you, Sir!"

D: "Your contempt for me grows; while my lust, attraction and devotion to you grows ever more intense."

D: "It seems that my dreams are coming true."

D: "This fag will make itself available to you, SIR, when it is told."

D: "I am humbly, your fag."

I did not respond to D.

Fast forward to last night (Tuesday), shortly after dinner I am relaxing with a glass of wine and my cell rang. I answered and it was the submissive boy from Craigslist on Sunday night - german boy I'll call him because he has a melodic German accent. I was completely surprised to hear from him. I had given him my cell number, but I had written him off on Sunday. In very good but accented English, he announced that he just happened to be at the New York Avenue Station and was still very serious about wanting to suck my cock. WTF, I gave him the address and waited to see what chance would deliver.

To Be Continued.......

Headed to NYC on Thursday

2009-02-23T22:09:00.004-05:00

I am headed to New York City for business this Thurday and Friday for work. I am staying in Midtown Manhattan not far from Penn Station. I should have alot of free time to see the City and enjoy myself. I am planning to stay over in the City on Saturday and possibly Sunday.

If anyone would like to show me a good time or the sights, let me know.

I can't believe he fucks you up the ass......

2009-02-21T10:14:00.016-05:00

I have been really busy working and traveling for work. cherryboi is still in my life for those of you who have asked. It has been good between us lately.

I took him to a party two weekends ago and a younger guy at the party cruised and flirted with him all night. At one point, we had mingled back together and were sitting on a step next to each other and this guy approached and asked cherryboi, "Are you cheating on me?". It was a cute move in a way and the guy was aggressively serious about landing my guy. cherryboi was visibly flustered and immediately stammered that he was my boyfriend, which was equally as cute. The guy made his exit and I leaned in and said to cherryboi that I was ok with it if he wanted to go for it. To my surprise, that lead to a gigantic argument later that night on our way home. I was informed that cherryboi feels like sometimes I try to pimp him out and it is not appreciated or flattering. I was further advised that he doesn't "want anyone else". He added, for clarification, that I was the only guy he was "interested in having fuck me". I will admit here that I have been somewhat fixated on cherryboi with other guys lately. I think I worry about it to a point and I think that I may feel that if I give permission, it will be alright when and if it happens.

Last weekend, we entertained cherryboi's Brother. cherryboi apparently came out to him over the Holidays. I had no idea about all of this drama until he told me his Brother was coming to DC. cherryboi is the youngest of three. There are two other brothers - Brother1 - 30, Brother2 - 28 and cherryboi - 26. It apparently is all too much like Leave It To Beaver, except that Beaver in this version is gay. Brother1 was shocked, stunned, in denial and then came around to acceptance, or so he said.

cherryboi tells me the Thursday night before Brother1 arrives that he is coming to DC and asks if Brother1 can bunk at my place. Then proceeds to tell me the whole story about coming out to Brother1 over the Holidays and how he was cool with it and was coming to Baltimore for work and stopping over in DC. Long story short, Brother1 apent that Friday night and Saturday night at my place. I virtually didn't see Bother1 on Friday or Saturday. cherryboi and he spent a lot of both day together out and about. Saturday evening, the three of us had a nice leisurely dinner and a few bottles of wine at my place and Brother1 and I kind of took each others measure.

Unfortunately, it isn't clear to me that Brother1 is totally accepting. He was completely cool with me nothing but polite and an excellent guest. The visit was uneventful and there were no scenes, but still I never felt totally comfortable with Brother1. I will say that he is every bite as hot as cherryboi. He is very obviously cherryboi's older brother. He has the same features and hair. Being with the two of them, I can tell that they are close. It just confirms everything that I have been told. They have a really close family and there is a lot of love there. I think that being accepted by his family is of paramount importance to cherryboi. As with many people, the fear of not being accepted is keeping him from being totally out. I think it will destroy cherryboi, if his family doesn't accept him.

One thing led to another and Sunday morning, I was driving Brother1 to BWI Airport to catch his flight. cherryboi had to report to work on the Hill. I reluctantly agreed to go solo. It was as uncomfortable as I had feared it would be. No real unpleasantness, but it was uncomfortable. We had occasional chit chat punctuated by long silences. Fortunately, BWI is only about 30 minutes north of my place. As I guided the car up the departures ramp, Brother1 began the most angry monologue.

Brother1: "I was blown away when cherryboi told me he was gay."

Brother1: "Brother2 and I think it is some kind of stage he is going through. At least we hope it is, because it will kill our Mother if she finds out."

Brother1: "Brother2 and I just don't get it. It's not like he ever had trouble getting girls. He always had girls falling all over him. He had girlfriends in high school and college."

Brother1: "We think he came to a new city and is experimenting."

Brother1: "I don't want to offend you. You are a nice guy and you and cherryboi seem to get along and all, but he isn't really gay."

Brother1: "He could practically have any girl he wanted. I can't beleive he fucks you up the ass. No offense"

By this point, the car was stopped at the terminal and I was spinning between anger and amazement. I wasn't sure what to say or how to react, but all of a sudden I just began to speak.

Me: "I am not going to share this conversation with cherryboi, because I think it would upset him. His family is very important to him and you must know that the love and acceptance of his family is very important to him too. I will tell him that Brother2 knows that he is gay, because I am sure that he is under the impression that he confided in you and that it was a confidence."

Me: "By the way, it isn't any of your business but I want to clarify something. Just so you know, I fuck cherryboi up the ass and from what I can tell he loves it and I love him."

Me: "Brother1, it was a pleasure meeting you. Have a great flight. I hope you will come back for another visit soon."

Then I left him watching from the curb as I drove off.

PLEASE COME FUCK ME!!! Update

2009-02-14T17:25:00.005-05:00

I got a shit load of e-mails and comments indicating I should be the Top. WTF? I am the Top and I don't need to breed every tight ass in DC to prove it.

Thursday afternoon, I sent a text to D - "Planning to stop by to fuck you after 6:00PM. Confirm!"

D replied, "Yes SIR!!!".

D lives a few stops north of me on the Metro Red Line, so I went straight there after work. As I got off the train and headed toward his place, I sent another text to D - "On my way. Down the block."

D replied, "Waiting, SIR." along with his code to enter his building.

I let myself in the front door of the building. When I got to D's door it was ajar. I entered and placed my stuff in the closet off the foyer and took off my shoes. I looked around and D was no where to be found. I made may way to his bedroom and found him spread across his bed with the mounds of his firm bubble butt waiting for me.

I slowly disrobed and laid my clothes neatly on a nearby chair. I didn't say a word to him. I crawled up beside him on the bed and smacked his ass with my open hand telling him to, "Get over here and suck my cock." He moved over to face my crotch and began to lick and nibble at my balls. As my cock grew and hardened against his face, he would gently stroke it and look up at me to see if I was watching him. Soon he had moved from my balls to the underside of my shaft and he licked his way slowly up my cock until his lips reached my cockhead. When he got there, my cockhead was wet with precum. He was soon eagerly devouring my whole cock. Bobbing up and down on it and I could feel his tongue on my ball sack on the down strokes. As he sucked my cock, he felt my stomach with one of his hands. The head was very good, but I came to fuck him and I did.

I announced that, "I am ready to fuck you. I want you to wrap my cock." He reached over to a table beside the bed for a condom and lube. I took the lube from him and watched him wrap my rock hard cock. I tossed the lube to the side of the bed and flipped D onto his stomach. He wanted to get fucked and I had every intention of accommodating him. I treated his ass like I owned it. I put a hand firmly on the cneter of his shoulder blades and pushed his head and face down against the bed. With my other hand, I moved one of his legs out to his side to allow me to position myself above his ass. I penetrated him completely in two rough thrusts. The first thrust was too fast for D to respond, but as I made the second thrust his body convulsed under me and he instinctively moved to get away from my invasion of his ass. I know it was uncomfortable, because he was just as tight as the first time I fucked him. He struggled to adjusted and panted against my thrusts. The room was filled with the sounds of a boy being fucked agressively. My grunts mixed with his grunts and panting, as I proceeded to throw him one mean fuck. I am not sure how long I drilled him before I began to feel a load building in my groin. Since this was about me, I made no attempt to hold back. I let loose with a massive orgasm with multiple spurts that I could feel escaping the tip of my cock. Then I collasped on to D's back and stayed in that position until I recovered from the instensity of the fuck and my orgasm.

I rolled over and pulled D to me and enjoyed the after-sex. We kissed some and cuddled some. Later, I got up and made my way to the shower as D fixed us a snack to eat and opened some wine. We enjoyed that and then adjourned back to his bed to fuck again.

The second time was more leisurely. I had the fag ride me, while we kissed and groped at each other. I think he rode my cock for 20 minutes, before I pumped a second load off inside him.

There is no doubt that I plan to keep him. I have already heard from D again. He wants me to come back and fuck him whenever I care to. He signed himself as, "humbly, your fag".

PLEASE COME FUCK ME!!!

2009-02-07T21:57:00.002-05:00

I haven't seen or tried to have contact D since we hooked-up. I was out of town a few days this week, but received the following e-mails:

D e-mail #1: I am so horny. I really wanna get fucked by you again!

D e-mail #2: You have no idea how badly my ass is aching to have your cock in it again!!!

D e-mail #3: I really need to get fucked!!!! PLEASE COME FUCK ME!!!

I guess it is ridiculous to even ask, but what do you all think I should do?

History Made ... A Yellow Ticket

2009-02-05T21:05:00.000-05:00

The Inauguration was a special and inspirational event! I have been pondering since what and how to Blog about it.

I am not very political. DC is a political town and I am not a pro. I quickly learned in DC that politics is a pro sport. I figure that everyone has their own take on politics and their own set of beliefs that are usually strongly held. I was never a Bush supporter. Frankly, I thought he was an idiot before he ran for President and I am still amazed that he managed to convince enough people in this Country to vote for him that he was able to get elected, not just once but twice. as President of the United States.

Having said that, I can't say I am in luv with President Obama either. I didn't get starry-eyed over his oratory and I haven't seen much change yet. I think it is fabulous that a minority has been elected President. I think it says alot about the man and this Country. I just hope he does something positive. I hope that there is really change and that it wasn't all politics. I did enjoy watching history being made, when President Obama took the oath for his office on January 20, 2009. Thanks to cherryboi, we were really up close and had a great line of sight with Yellow Tickets. I attended as cherryboi's guest. This was the first time that we have gone to an event together on his territory. He is a Congressional Staffer and there were plenty of people that knew him in the Yellow section that day. It felt good!

All went well. cherryboi was relaxed and up the whole afternoon. He introduced me to everyone as his friend, which was fine. It was my first attendance at an Inauguration. The atmosphere was like a celebration and carnival. The crowd was happy and energetic. It wasn't till later in the day that I realized how mny people with tickets never got into their areas. I guess the biggest let down of the day was that many people never even made it to the Mall and never saw the event. The crowd was just that big. There was a gigantic mass of people, but it was a crowd with a positive attitude.

That evening, dressed in matching tuxedos, cherryboi and I attended an Inaugrual Ball at the Convention Center downtown. I am avoiding details to maintain some privacy, but I really enjoyed myself. It was a spectacular evening! The really strange thing was that we virtually knew no one there. Toward the end of the evening and older very dignified lady leaned in to me and told me, "what a wonderful couple you and your young man make...". I was, with a doubt, the hightlight of my evening:)

The evening ended at my place. cherryboi and I spooning in the dark. I know I was too exhausted to think of even trying to make a move....

Marine - update

2009-01-28T12:51:00.002-05:00

Anyone who has read this Blog for a while remembers my luck in fucking a 100% genuine Marine. We kind of got introduced on Manhunt. We chatted for a while and hooked up a few times after our initial session that I wrote about. Through the summer last year, I just stopped hearing from him. I thought about it, but figured that he moved on or got transferred. Shit, I felt lucky that he had ever even been interested in hooking-up.

Last week, I got an e-mail from an unfamiliar e-mail address. I thought at first that it was one of the readers of this Blog. When I was going through e-mails over the weekend, I realized that it was from the Marine. In June, he was deployed to southern Afghanistan. I had no idea. Originally, it was supposed to be a short deployment but the situation has "deteriorated", so his deployment has been extended. Marine cautioned me that he was using a military computer for his e-mails and IM's. I can take a hint, so the communications have been very generic. This spectacular piece of ass at risk in Afghanistan drives home the total waste of wars. I am actually worried about him on some level.

Well, one thing led to another and today I am packing a care package for my Marine. After asking, he finally replied that he could use a computer game and some sunglasses. I checked some websites for some other ideas and I am adding personal hygiene products, Baby Wipes, TP and some snacks. I got some decent sunglasses at Target. No sexy pics of me:). I know this sounds very sappy, but I am feeling bad for the guy. His e-mails sounded kind of depressing.

I don't want any rants about what I am doing or the War. I have never been in the military. I never felt the call to join and, fortunately, there is no draft today. I do really appreciate what those man and women do for my personal safety. I also can't believe that some beautiful man that I enjoyed fucking is potentially gun fodder in a far away country.

So, the Marine and I are chatting again.... very generically for now. I am beating off thinking about how hot this guy is.

Saturday Morning Surprise

2009-01-25T11:54:00.010-05:00

I hadn't been up long. Slept in and was banging around the house. Half cleaning up and half figuring out what to do for the day. There was a knock at my front door. I was expecting anyone. I grabbed a pair of sweats and headed to the front of the house. I looked out the window and standing there in the cold wearing blue jeans and wrapped in a pea coat was The Married Guy

Me: "Hey guy.", I said as I opened the door.

The Married Guy: "Good morning. I was in the neighborhood and had a little bite of time. Is it cool?", he said with a sheepish smile on his face.

Me: "Honestly, it would be a lot cooler if you had called first. No one is here, so come on in guy.", I said trying to hide a little irritation as I opened the door. It would have been a fucking disaster if cherryboi had been there, but that is another post.

The Married Guy: "I feel bad.", he said.

Me: "Don't!", I assured him. "I am glad to see you. Just call from down the block to be sure the coast is clear next time."

The Married Guy: "Ok. Good.", he said with a big smile of relief. "I just really need to get fucked..."

I led him upstairs to my unmade bed. I watched him hurriedly ripe his clothes off as I peeled my sweats and t-shirt off. I love to watch The Married Guy and I think he knows it. He occasionally flashed a look in my direction as he undressed. I am always amazed, when I see his body, just how really good he looks in his own skin. Today, he was a little more vulnerable which was very appealing. He was obviously uncomfortable having just knocked on my door unannounced, but relieved that it seemed Ok with me. I decided right off that I was in the driver's seat today. I walked over to him and cupped his ass with one hand and grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face toward me for a kiss with the other hand. He kissed right back and moved his body against me. He felt very good. He felted very smooth and warm. I guided him toward the bed and we went down on it together making out as we did.

I was totally erect and dripping precum already. The Married Guy is just that hot! I flipped him onto his stomach and kissed my way from his neck, down his back to the two beautiful round cheeks of his ass.

I dove right in. It had been too long since I had last munched on his tight married ass. It was fresh and clean with a slight hint of sweat. There was that familiar spicy taste. He reacted immediately and moaned slightly and shifted his hips. My tongue darted at his pucker and I could feel it flex and quiver at the touch of my tongue. I forced it open with the tip of my tongue and pushed some spit in too. He was mine now and I was in heaven with this morning treat. The more I ate the more he demonstrated that he was into it. The room was full of his groans and his "Oh My God's".

I reached into the stand by my bed for a condom and lube and fingered his ass with one hand as I fumbled wrapping my cock with the other hand. I put two big squirts of lube on my wrapped cock and worked it real good. I was rock hard and ready.

With one knee between his legs and one hand grabbing a cheek of his ass I pushed my cock into his crack and against his pucker. He bucked hard as I pushed in and penetrated him in one hard thrust. He is always very tight and the sensation of the tightness of his pucker and ass is always fantastic. I showed no mercy and let him adjust to me, while I continued to thrust in and out of him. I could feel my nuts smacking against him within a few thrusts and that sensation made my cock tingle too. He flexed around my cock adjusting and grunted in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.

Me: "Is this what you wanted?". I grunted into his ear.

The Married Guy: "OH, YES!", he grunted back . "Fuck me. Just please fuck me."

I fucked him. With each thrust, I chose a different depth to penetrate him and re-entered at a slightly different angle. I was soon going in totally balls-deep. I settled into fucking him very hard almost totally pulling my cock out of him and ramming it balls-deep back into him.

I held his waist tightly and just fucked away at him. He bucked. He moaned. He cursed out load and he grunted out his pleasure. This went on for several long minutes. I was zoning in the sensation of his tight ass, when suddenly I felt his pucker clench around my cock and he screamed out, "I am cumming!". He clenched down hard on my cock 6 or 7 times and grabbed at the pillows at the top of the bed and then went limp. It was obvious that he had shot his load.

I continued to fucking away at him, but at this point he was expended. Even a few sharp smacks on his ass didn't wake him up.

I could feel my nut building and adjusted my thrusts to maximize the sensations of his ass along the shaft of my cock. Then I let loose a massive load and fell down on top of him.

We lay there for a few minutes until we both of us knew he had to go. I rolled over and watched him get up and move to the other side of the room, where his clothes were piled on a chair. He was covered with sweat and his cum. It glistened on his defined chest. I could feel my cock react as I watched him move.

Me: "You should jump into the shower, so that you are presentable.", I shot at him.

The Married Guy: "Is that cool?", he asks.

Me: "Yes. It is totally cool. I don't want any embarrassing questions to keep you from coming back.", I said.

I heard him in the bathroom and heard the water start to run. The shower door thumped as it closed. I realized that I wasn't done. I could see The Married Guy's lean firm body with water running off of it through the glass of the shower door. As I entered the shower he, he turned to face me and we kissed again. I had a raging hard-on. I gently pushed him down on his knees and fed him my cock. He eagerly engulfed my cock with his mouth and began to milk it. My hand held the back of his head and I thrusted forward to meet his mouth. The sensation of his mouth, the warm water and his hand working my nuts soon had me ready to explode.

Me: "I am cumming!", I grunted.

I felt him try to pull his head away. I instinctively pushed my cock deeper down his throat with my hand on his head and the thrusting of my hips. The Married Guy took my load in the shower. He gulped once and then again, but he swallowed every drop.

The Married Guy: "That was a big load.", he said with a slight cough.

I went to Church.......

2009-01-11T11:02:00.030-05:00

cherryboi and I had plans to meet for Happy Hour and Dinner at the Busboys and Poets in Chinatown last Friday night. Almost exactly 6-months ago, cherryboi and I went to the Whitman-Walker Clinic in Dupont Circle. They offer free anonymous STD screening on Tuesdays and Thursdays each week. At that time, the counselor indicated that follow-up testing for me in 6-months was in order. I figured I'd surprise
cherryboi and get my follow-up test. There really is no reason for him to get re-tested. I am 101% positive that I am still the only guy nailing him. I just know.

Good news is that all the STD tests were negative. It took a little bit of finagling, but I got a printout of the results to put in an envelope. I had the same counselor and when I told him I wanted it for my BF, I think he remembered when cherryboi and I had been there before. He had a knowing smile on his face when he got up to make a copy. No name, but my ID number was on the page and guess who kept the ID card.

I handed the envelope to cherryboi over Dinner and got an even better reaction than I had hoped for from him. He had this totally loving look in his eyes topped off with a gigantic smile. His reaction made it totally worthwhile.

cherryboi: "I don't know what to say. I totally didn't expect you to do this. I wouldn't have been surprised if you never agreed to be tested again. This means you are keeping the promise you made at the beach."

Me: "Yes", holding my breath and hoping that he didn't want to have the same conversation we had at the beach again.

cherryboi: "This is so fantastic! Do you know how much I love you?"

Me: "I hope you know how I feel. It's corny saying I love you too."

Happy Hour became dinner which turned into desert and killing another bottle of wine. cherryboi was loose and in a good mood. I enjoyed watching him loosen up and be happy. I wanted him looser. We ended the evening back at my place. On the train back to the New York Avenue Station, I almost jumped out of my seat as I felt cherryboi grope my crotch. We held hands and walked slowly along M Street. We fucked all night passionately.

cherryboi and I spooned as we slept. The next morning I took his tight sticky hole again for a very fast and quick fuck. He was wide awake as I finished into him again and jumped up to shower and shave.

While I was showering, I heard cherryboi come into the bathroom. I thought for a minute that he was going to join me, but instead he sat down and started making small talk with me as I took my shower. One random statement led to another until he hit me with the point of why he came into the bathroom in the first place.

cherryboi: "Can I ask you to do something for me?"

Me: "Sure", I said with the hot water and steam of the shower all over me.

cherryboi: "Will you go to Mass with me this week? There is a 5;00PM Mass today and all day tomorrow."

Me: ...silence...

As background, I was born and raised as a Catholic. Attended Church off and on until college and I was on my own. After that, it was a special occasion, family event, wedding or a funeral that saw me in Church. cherryboi is the typical good little Catholic boy. I never comment, but I am certain that he goes to Mass every Sunday and I think he makes most Holy Days. He went to Catholic schools and was in the CYA as a teen. Church is important to him and in my humble opinion an additional source of confusion and guilt for him.

cherryboi: "You know that Church is important to me. It would mean a lot if you would come with me occasionally."

Thinking that I rarely seem to give a lot in this relationship and hearing in his voice that it was really important to him, I was setting in the pew beside cherryboi at 5:00PM Mass last Saturday. I am trying.

New Year's with cherryboi

2009-01-06T22:42:00.000-05:00

cherryboi and I had originally agreed to go to a houseparty for New Year's before he left to visit his Family over Christmas. By New Year's eve, it was clear that he would be more comfortable doing something one-on-one or spending a quiet evening at home. So, I made dinner and he brought a salad and a bottle of wine and we had a very nice evening at home in each other's arms. By midnight, I had already fucked him once. He was spooning with me when we heard some fireworks outside in the neighborhood and clicked on the television to watch what was happening a Times Square.

One thing that I absolutely love is to have my cock sucked by a talented mouth. In the beginning, cherryboi was a passable cocksucker, but by no means expert. I am not complaining. He is young, sexy and has always been very eager to suck my cock. He has also always been very eager to see that I am enjoying it. All of this singularly and combined is very erotic, but in the end the head is usually ok and as often as not I am quick to flip him over and go at his ass.

I am relating this story not as a complaint, but as an illustration as to why I keep falling more and more for cherryboi. Right before Thanksgiving circumstances had me digging in the backpack that he is usually carrying wherever he goes. I came across a paperback book on the top of his backpack entitled - The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio: How to Go Down on a Man and Give Him Mind-Blowing Pleasure. It was so endearing! I was careful to put it at the bottom of the backpack and to go on as though I had never seen it.

The point of this story - well, cherryboi has been "practicing" over the last month or so - different positions, different techniques, more hand action, attempting to master throating my whole cock. The fact that he has been making such an effort is a real turn-on. I have been very encouraging and gently guiding him. I have not let that on I have any clue. It has all been just fucking hot! Who wouldn't be turned-on that his guy was making such an effort over his cock. New Year's Day early in the morning with fireworks going off outside, I received my first official mind-blowing blowjob from cherryboi.

I actually think he may have enjoyed it even more.

Finally D...

2009-01-03T23:06:00.002-05:00

I had said I wouldn't, but I ended up going to work the Friday after Christmas to get ahead for the coming week. Originally, I had planned to take the whole week between Christmas and New Year's Day off, but that was not to be. I have really been unsettled lately and the worst kept secret at the company is that layoff's are on the horizon. Intellectually, I know that my job is probably OK for now. Emotionally, I am paranoid about being laid-off. I am lucky. I love what I do and get paid very well for it.

In my last post, I mentioned D. I haven't seen him on the Metro recently. We have played a little bit of phone-tag, since he gave me his card. I have called him and he has called me. Same with e-mails. I took a trip to Atlanta and there was Christmas in between. While I am sitting at my desk that afternoon, my cellphone rings and it is D. We had a nice chat and one thing led to another and I was headed to his place in upper NE DC.

D lives alone in a newer condo building a very short walk from a Metro Station north of me on the Red Line. Nice place with a contemporary-stainless steel-granite decor. He buzzed me up and when he met me at his door, he was wearing jeans and a tight white wife-beater tee. He carried himself like a guy comfortable in his own skin and it was HOT! As he showed me in, he took my coat and neatly hung it in a nearby closet. The message was pretty clear. He planned on me being there for a while.

We sat down and began chatting and flirting and as we did we began to work on a bottle of red wine. I like D. He is engaging and has a quick wit. He is also incredibly handsome and very well put together. A 28-yo white all-American boy-next-door type. He is about 6'1" 180 pounds with hazel-green eyes and brown hair. He is lean, worked out with just enough hair in the right places. He looks remarkably like this new Sean Cody model - Ben:

D is older, but they could easily be Brothers. We sat there sipping wine and chatting and we both knew that I was going to fuck him and it was electric!

This was a different kind of hook-up. There was no rush and we instantly seemed to have a rapport. I'd probably been there like an hour, when our banter got back to why I was there. D was not bashful about his sexual preferences. With an earnest look on his face, he matter-of-factly tells me he is a total bottom fag with a daddy-thing. His presentation was so utterly direct, I was almost stunned by it. Then he goes on to tell me very directly that he has only one concern about hooking-up with me. At this point, he had my total attention. "What is that?", I ask. "Well, I have noticed you checking me out and I just want to be clear. I won't top you.", he tells me. I gave a slight chuckle at that and quickly said, "You are the one getting fucked this evening."

With that I put my wine glass on the table and got up and headed toward his bedroom. Without even looking back at him I said, "Follow me!" I entered the bedroom and turned away from the bed and slowly and deliberately began to disrobe. Again without looking at D, I told him, "Get undressed and get on the bed!" When I turned toward the bed, I was instantly stunned. D was exquisite looking lying there on his bed nude and aroused. As hot, if not hotter, than the pic of Ben above. I also instantly understood why he had said what he had said in the living room. He was clearly fully aroused and he literally had the biggest cock I had ever seen. In a split second, I calculated that he had to be more than 9", if not more than 10" and thick. It was uncut and appeared even bigger sticking up from his narrow waist. I also resolved in the same split second to act as though there was nothing out of the ordinary and to pretend that it was nothing more than an average endowment.

I crawled onto the bed beside him and aggressively kissed him. He kissed back and with that we were off. Slowly and deliberately, I kissed him, I groped him, I enjoyed his body and then finally without warning I forcefully grabbed his head by his thick brown hair and forced his head to my crotch and told him to, "Suck my cock!". He devoured my cock. He licked me, sucked me and slurped my cock like the total bottom fag he said he was. His eagerness told me that he wanted it badly. As D continued to devour my cock, I reached for his hips to pull him closer to me so that I could get as his ass. His ass was perfectly matched to the rest of his body. It was smooth, round and tight. He was freshly showered and smelled of soap. I grabbed a meaty cheek with each hand and spread them wide, so that I could tongue his tight little pinkish hole. He was totally hardwired to his ass. I could feel him squirm and react to the probing of my tongue as it flicked his hole and pushed into him. He had a mild peppery-sweet taste and I was totally lost in the moment of munching on his firm young ass. The more I ate him the more aggressively he devoured my cock and sucked on my balls. I was in a zone of sensory overload from the sensations of getting my cock and balls sucked and the joys of eating his ass. I was reaching a point of no return.

I had purposely ignored D's crotch and decided to finish what I had started in the same way. I flipped him over onto his stomach and reached for a condom on the table beside the bed. As I opened the package and wrapped my cock, he laid motionless with his face buried in the pillows. With one hand on his shoulder blades and the other hand pushing his legs apart, I moved his left leg up and off to his side and mounted his meaty ass and hips. I worked my hard cock into his wet crack and found his hole. I pushed at his pucker, but he was tight. I worked his crack some more with my cock and then pushed against his pucker again. For a moment, I was afraid this was going to be a bigger challenge than I had thought. I added some lube to my spit and went in for another assault at his hole. I pushed hard and forced the head of my cock in. I felt his stiff pucker give way around the head of my cock. I heard D gasp out with a loud guttural "FUCK!" and I forced more of my cock deeper into him. I began to thrust slowly and move my hips. With each deeper thrust, I forced more of me into him. At this point, the room was filled with "FUCK's" and "YES's" coming from D, as he adjusted to my cock deep inside him and took it.

I had about 5 minutes of good fucking in me. The blowjob earlier had me fired-up and the tightness of D's ass was intense around my cock. He literally milked my cock as I fucked him. I did my very best to hold back and alternated my thrusts to make it last, but I lost out to the intensity of being buried in his tight ass and the sounds of pleasure he was making from it. As I neared the point of no return, I felt his hand move to my ass and push me into him. I yelled out, "I am cumming!" and he grunted out, "Yes, give it to me!". I finished and fell onto him and we laid there together exhausted for a few minutes.

I got up and made my way to D's shower to rinse off. As the water poured down on me and I processed what had just happened, I heard him enter the bathroom. I thought he would join me and when he didn't I ordered him, "Get in here and suck my cock!". He entered and was on his knees in front of me in a flash. As he eagerly engulfed my cock again, I watched him from above work my cock and stroke his magnificent cock. In a matter of minutes, I was feeding D my second load of the day and watching him shoot streams of cum all over the shower floor.

More playing, more chatting and I eventually was headed to the door to leave. As I put my coat on at the door, D put his arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "Come back, please?". I'll will be back!

He is walking around with an ass full of my cum today.......

2008-11-27T07:54:00.000-05:00

As I said in a previous post, I really missed cherryboi over the last few weeks. We spoke every day and sometimes more than once, but it's not the same as seeing his pretty face light-up when we are together. He has been back and we spent the last 5 days together before he left again yesterday to spend Thanksgiving with his family. I sent him home to his Mother with an ass full of my cum. I am sure she won't have a clue. cherryboi plays the straight young son very well apparently and the saga goes on.

Blogging is a tough thing. Originally, I started this Blog because I didn't know anyone in DC and was dealing with the abundance of opportunities that seemed to present themselves for connections in this town. For me, DC has been pretty much a sexual smörgåsbord. Almost from day one, there has been a chance to get-off or get laid whenever I was really looking for one. I have even had a lot of chances when I wasn't looking. I have written about some of these and not written about others. Sometimes I have struggled with what to write and what not to write. I have even written about a few things that I regretted writing about later. I look at that as part of sharing. Some of you read this Blog for the sex and the hook-up stories and I know from e-mails that some of you read it becaise you seem to be interested in me and my life too.

So that brings me to what really are two different points that I wanted to make: 1) Some times I am not making updates to this Blog because I am struggling with what to write and what not to write and I am torn about it. Should I just post the hot encounters that I have or should this Blog be a dairy of every time I have sex? I have struggled with this and don't have the answer yet. 2) Feelings? Do I post about what and how I feel or should this Blog just be a chronicle of how and where I shoot my load? I am working my way through these conflicts.

So, here are some feelings. cherryboi has become very important to me. I feel myself headed down a road that I was actively attempting to avoid. It just feels good when we are together. The problems: 1) He is still very closeted. My friends know him and he is part of my life at my place, but I am just a "friend" in his life. He plays straight. This isn't a complaint. It is really a concern. If he isn't totally comfortable in his own skin am I foolish to try to build something with him? 2) I am 40. He is 26. WTF does this beautiful young man want with me?

Happy Thansgiving to all! I am preparing to go to a get-together at my friend "Dan"'s house.

Been away for a while....

2008-11-15T21:50:00.002-05:00

I am fine. I still have a job. I can say that has been touch-and-go recently. The balance in my retirement accounts tells me that I am going to be working somewhere a long time. But, things are good, I have a job!

I have hardly seen cherryboi in more than 6 weeks. At the beginning of October, he headed back to his Congressman's district to work on the campaign. The election was apparently suddenly close. Good news is that the Congressman won re-election. Bad news is that I really really miss him. This is something I have only come to actively recognize the last few weeks. We speak every day, but I miss him. So the saga of cherryboi goes on, more later.

The Cop only left a few hours ago. I got home late on Friday and crashed early. Around 3AM, my phone rings and it is The Cop. "Can I come over after my shift ends?", he asks. "Yeah", I say. "The door will be unlocked.".

I woke up early this AM to a very sensuous massage and blowjob. It was long and easy. He worked my shoulders a while and then sucked me for a few minutes. He moved to another body part and the cycle went on until I blew a big creamy load all over his scruffy face. I fell back asleep and woke up a few hours later to find this perfectly formed man freshly-showered sleeping beside me. I have always been amazed a my luck in finding The Cop. He is all man. He is 100% prime beef. Each part of his body is perfectly formed and defined. For some reason he keeps coming back and he is completely submissive with me. I have learned over time that I can have him anyway I want. It is unsaid, but never resisted. He submits to everything I want to do. This morning we fucked and sucked and fucked some more. Afterwards, I made a small brunch for us to eat and then he left. Damn, I hope he calls again!

I had something really nice happen on the Metro Friday morning. I got on the train at the New York Avenue Station and immediately noticed that K was on the same car. This has been happening again lately. I quickly put my iPod ear buds in and tried to zone. And, I noticed Him. You know how some guys just look incredibly good in their jeans? I noticed Him several weeks ago. On Friday's, he wears jeans that just hang on him perfectly. You can see the definition of his calves and the firmness of his tight bubble butt. It's also impossible to miss his package hanging there. He has caught me looking I know, so yesterday I was more discreet in my glances. So, I rode downtown trying to ignore K and not glare at His crotch. At Gallery Place, the doors opened and He moved closer to me as he moved toward the doors to exit. When he was right beside me, he leaned in and said, "Hello, my name is D" and handed me a card. I am waiting for a return call....

Gareth Redux Pt. 2

2008-09-29T20:05:00.000-04:00

Gareth and I had a lot of sex. We had a lot of great sex. We had sexy virtually everyday we were together. We fell into a real nice rhythm. I had several days of meetings in Munich. I'd leave in the morning and return early in the afternoon to find Gareth waiting in the room with a plan for the evening and a suggestion on where to eat. We would go see or do some tourist thing or just walk around the city from platz to platz. I have been to Munich before. I have gotten very used to traveling alone, but it was so nice to not be alone and to see things through another's eyes and to just have company. He was really great company too. It was really comfortable between us very quickly. We talked about everything.

Each night, we would come back to the room and have passionate sex. Gareth is a total bottom, but not submissive in any way. He likes to be fucked and luvs cock, but always preferred to be on top riding my cock. I remembered that this was how we fucked last year and soon realized it was his preference. He was often aggressive during sex about wanting to end up riding my cock. I was happy to accommodate. Unlike a lot of bottoms, he has a talent for controlling and flexing his ass. He would use his ass to almost massage me to orgasm. He is an incredibly well built and handsome young man. I enjoyed lying back having my cock milked by his tight ass while I enjoyed his body with my hands. I quickly learned that he was hard-wired to his small brown nipples. I would work his nipples and almost be able to control how he rode my cock with them. It was erotic and very hot. The after sex was comfortable and lingering. We often went at it all night. The lingering memory of cuddling with him and sleeping against him was how fresh and good he smelled. One day, I finally asked him about his scent and he laughed in his English-way and said it was his soap. He uses this sandalwood soap that he "got at home", as he would say.

We made our way from Munich to Firenze and then on to Rome. We kept up the same rhythm of me working, sight-seeing, dinner and fucking. I started to feel real guilty because he seemed to be staying in the room all day, when I had work meetings etc. One day as I was preparing to leave I said, "Go out and have some fun. You are in Rome." He smiled the most endearing smile and softly replied, "I am have a great time with you, Mate."

As quickly as we were meeting up in Frankfurt, I was standing in Rome's Leonard da Vinci Airport trying to figure out how to say goodbye. I had too good of a time with Gareth. It was too comfortable and I almost ached that we were parting again. He was emotional too. It wasn't my imagination. He had a hard time evening talking or looking at me. We hugged hard. We kissed a few times. I made him promise to think about a trip to the States. He made me promise to work hard on getting a client in England. I whimsically thought about how nice it would be to have him come home with me.....

Gareth Redux Pt. 1

2008-09-17T19:32:00.007-04:00

As I Blogged earlier, I was in Europe from August 8th through August 27th, mostly in Germany and Italy. It was a work trip again this year. I have two projects at work that are European-based. I started planning the trip in June and immediately starting maneuvering by e-mail to meet up with Gareth while I was there.

If you have been reading this Blog for a while, you will remember that Gareth is the major fucking hot English lad that I met on a train to Milan last year. We spent two days and nights together in Milan and I have always regretted that it wasn't long. We have gone back and forth by e-mail since last year and chatted about him visiting the US, but that never happened. Gareth was anxious to meet up and had the entire month of August open. So Saturday, August 8th, as I came out of Customs at Franfurt International Airport, a tall, tanned and and handsome Gareth was standing in the crowd wearing a great big smile.

He greeted me very affectionately and we shared a few long lingering kisses. I had an instant charge from how warm his welcome was and I was really glad to see him. He was every bite as hot as the first time I glimpsed him on the train platform. He hadn't changed at all. He was still a hottie with a tight-fitting polo shirt and khaki slacks accenting his broad shoulders and "british" prep look. We fell in together and headed to the S-Bahn to catch a train to Frankfurt Central Train Station - Frankfurt (Main) Hbf. By the time we were seated on the S-Bahn, it was almost like we had never parted ways in Milan last year. 20 minutes later, we were eye'ing each other while we waited in line to by tickets to Munich. An hour after that, we were locked in the WC as the train rolled toward Munich and I pounded Gareth's tight ass. I was embarassed how fast I shot my load in his ass. The condom didn't reduce the sensation of his tight hole and round ass against me. Immediately, I got on my knees to finish him off. I couldn't resist his magnificent uncut cock. He didn't last long either. I could feel his hands come to the back of my head and I could hear his breathing get deeper and soon I had a mouthful of creamy salty cum. I don't suck cock that often. I am not sure thsat I am any good at it and most bottoms seem to want cock in their assess more than head. I couldn't resist the chance this time. I stood up and started to kiss Gareth. He was shocked that my mouth was still full with his load. As we kissed, I pushed part of his load into his mouth. It was very intimate and hot! Tasting of him, I think we kissed and savored his seed longer than we fucked

End of Part 1.

A Really Nice Sleepover

2008-09-03T21:21:00.006-04:00

I heard from The Married Guy last week that his wife would be out of town over Labor Day Weekend. I haven't hooked up with him in a long while. I enjoy The Married Guy both in and out of bed. He is a very engaging and outgoing guy. He has this boyish charm that verges on cockiness. I'd be crazy not to want to fuck him and at the same time I enjoy just hanging with him and watching a soccer game too. He wanted to drop by on Saturday or Sunday and I chose Sunday.

He was at my door promptly at 7:00PM. He was dressed in a pair of tan cargo shorts and a Washington Nationals t-shirt and was carrying a six-pack of beer. I let him in and as I turned from closing the door, I was met with a deep passionate kiss. Clearly, The Married Guy seemed to have missed me too. I guess I reacted in some way, because he was quick to ask if everything was "OK?" I assured him everything was more than OK.

Clothes were off and we were in my room in no time. The Married Guy is a great kisser and we made out and groped at each other for a long time. During a brief break, he asked if he could spend the night. This was a first and took me by complete surprise, but I was quick to say yes. The Married Guy has this very appealing body. I love to watch him and I am always amazed by the combination of leanness and muscle definition. He is firm and smooth and soft against me and it feels good. I sucked on his nipples and licked his abs and worked my way down to his cock. He was freshly showered and smelled good. Being a little aggressive, I flipped him over on his stomach and went at his round smooth ass. He was very clean and had a sweet spicy taste. From the noises he made and the way his body reacted, I could tell he was into how I was rimming and eating his ass. I have eaten him occasionally in the past, but this time we had plenty of time and I took full advantage of the opportunity to make every muscle in his legs and on his taunt back twitch. He started to groan and murmured, "Fuck me." I kept eating. Then he more loudly asked me to, "Please fuck me!" I kept eating. Finally, he started to beg me, "Please fuck me! Oh, please fuck me!" I couldn't resist any longer, so I put on a condom and slowly started to work my cock into his ass using only my spit as lube. He is always very tight and it took a while to work the head of my cock in past his pucker, but the sensation of his tightness on my cock was well worth the effort. I could feel him adjusting as I worked in deeper with each thrust. Soon, I was balls deep in his ass. I let him adjust to the full length and girth of my cock and then I started a slowly fuck him. By this point, we both were covered in sweat. We went at it for a while with me mounting him from behind. Then I flipped him on his back and drug him to the edge of the bed, so I could really pound his ass. Now I was in a zone, but as I finished the look on his face told me that he was loving it and the hand full of jizz I had from stroking him was proof that he was satisfied.

We fucked again before we fell asleep wrapped around each other. And, we fucked again before I made some breakfast for us the next morning. It was a really nice sleepover.

I got a text message from The Married Guy asking if we could do it again soon. What do you think I replied?

Posers - Go to Hell!

2008-08-30T19:10:00.000-04:00

A lazy Saturday. cherryboi is out-of-town. We haven't actually seen each other for almost 3 weeks between his political shit back in the Congressman's district and the political convention and my more than two weeks in Germany and Italy. I will try to write about my trip soon. I have been on the run most of this month. I don't even have the much energy to look for some head or ass this afternoon.

This is redundant, but posers on-line are really bizarre to me. As anyone who reads this Blog knows, when I am bored and/or cherryboi isn't around I am usually cruising for sex. A few weeks ago I was on Manhunt, when I got chatted up by guy. Nothing too out of the ordinary about that. His profile was bare and he had no pics. There are a lot of profiles on Manhunt with no pics. It usually means the guy is married or a kid playing around - just my experience. Well after a few weeks of back and forth, the guy e-mails me a pic. I am impressed.

Since he now had my e-mail, he started to IM me on a regular basis. As always, I am a sucker for an eager bottom and I love to hear how good my cock looks. One thing leads to another and the guy announces that his wife is out of town this weekend. Long story short, he was supposed to call at 4:00PM today. Needless to say, he was a no show/no call. I checked his Manhunt profile a few minutes ago and it was deleted. His e-mail is now bouncing back too.

It is just utterly unbelievable the extent that these posers go. Why waste their time, not to mention everyone else's? I hope he has blisters from working himself.

Drumroll, Please - Test Results

2008-07-11T20:32:00.001-04:00

I blurted out the offer to get tested from a combination of feeling cornered and fear. Admitting that, it was a sincere offer, though, and I fully intended to get tested with cherryboi as soon as we returned from the Outer Banks. cherryboi didn't bring it up again and schedules and travel for both of us got in the way. Soon 2 weeks had passed and we were into the 3rd week. On one of our regular nightly conversations, I mentioned to cherryboi that I was going to the Clinic to get tested the next day.

Immediately, the lawyer/political operative part of cherryboi's personality kicked in. Even the tone of his voice changed as he informed me, "I called and we have to go together to get tested and counseled to get our results at the same time."

Me: "You called and checked this out?"

cherryboi: "Yeah, I called the day after we got back from the beach and we have to go together to get tested and counseled to get our results at the same time."

Me: "Why didn't you say anything before now?"

cherryboi: "I thought you might have changed your mind."

Me: "I didn't change my mind. I almost went and surprised you. When do we go?"

We went together the Thursday before the 4TH of July. We both left work early and had no trouble getting into the Clinic for testing. We were in an out in about an hour. It was tremendously important to cherryboi. He showed it in his attitude, his body language and how tightly he insisted on holding my hand while we waited on the wooden benches at the Clinic.

The Results - we a both HIV-negative. This was not a surprise for me, but it was a noticeable relief to cherryboi. I promised him to return in 6 months as advised by the counselor. He must have professed his love for me a half a dozen times through the rest of the day. He also made a big deal out of thanking me while we were riding the Metro back to New York Avenue.

When we got back to my place, I was introduced to a totally new side of cherryboi - the aggressive bottom. It was straightforward and totally out of left field. As I reclined in a chair reading my Blackberry, he brought me a drink, stood in front of me and stripped all his clothes off, knelt and pulled my cock out of my pants and proceeded to suck me. It didn't take long for him to get me rock hard. Then he was all over me. While rubbing his tight young ass on my cock, he straddled my lap and tugged my shirt off and we began to make out.

With only his spit and my precum as lube, he soon had worked his tight ass around my cock. I know that it hurt him, but the friction from his tight ass on my cock was perfect. I could feel his tight little smooth ass against my thighs, against my balls and riding up against my cock as he ground himself against me. At the same time, he was passionately sucking my face and whispering complements into my ear about how much he liked and enjoyed my cock. The boy was fucking me and I liked it! Up to this moment, I had always fucked him. In no time, I was in the zone and realized that soon I wouldn't be able to stop myself from shooting my load into him. I whispered to him to slow down for a minute and he said, "No, I want your load in me now!" And with that it was! Six or seven large spurts and I was spent. It was a powerful orgasm from the friction and the eroticism of cherryboi being aggressive.

He continued to kiss me passionately and express his love for me and my seed. My cum as lube had enabled him to take more of me. I was balls-deep in his incredible ass. He started to work his hips and slide up and down on me. The stimulation from my cum and his tight ass around my cock kept me fairly hard. He rode me for a while. We would make out for a while and he would ride me for a while again. In between, we had snippets of a conversation and it was clear that he was now much more comfortable being my cumhole. His words. And with that, he began to encourage me for another load. Not much encouragement was require. This beautiful young man riding my cock and pleading for me to seed his ass, was more than enough encouragement. Soon more of my cum was swimming in his guts and his cum was all over my stomach and chest.

Later that night I had my cumhole again for a third load. This time I was the aggressor and I took the boy to show him he was mine.

Things are good right now! As I blogged before, I am not good at the dynamics of a relationship and I am working on that. For those of you blasting me for abusing cherryboi, I am seriously trying not to abuse him. He met me on a Craigslist post. He knew I was out there fucking, because he came to my house to get fucked. I was worried that it would become a choice between us and sex at some point, but apparently that won't happen for now. I made promises to cherryboi and I plan to keep them.

Will I continue to fuck? Hell yeah, I will. When I have cherryboi, I'll fuck him. When I am horny and he is not available, I'll look around and see what opportunities present themselves. For perspective, I think cherryboi needs to get out there and get fucked. I doubt a future with me as the only cock he ever takes. Right now, he totally dismisses that. He won't feel that way forever. So, should I give up sex now only to discover that this beautiful young man discovers the joys of being a hot young bottom in the future? No, I don't want him to resent me anymore than I want to resent him. If I am lucky, he does really love me. If this is a mature lasting relationship, one day when I have him bent over and I sense that he is now reacting differently to being fucked because the last guy in had a different style I will enjoy the variety and not feel threatened. I don't want cherryboi to be threatened by any of my hook-ups. I am 39, soon to be 40. cherryboi is 26. We are in different places in the journey of life. I don't want to be a bitter old Queen, because I lost a younger partner. I am trying to be realistic about a relationship with a young closeted gay man finding his way.

Thugboy is in the DC Jail

2008-07-03T11:40:00.001-04:00

Weird update on one of my regular cocksuckers. I called Thugboy twice early in June and I was deposited directly into voicemail. I left my normal generic message and oddly didn't hear back from him. Usually, I get an eager response the same evening or the next day.

Monday night, I gave it another try. I came home and was in the mood for some nsa head. I got Thugboy's voicemail again.

Tuesday evening, my cell rings and it is Thugboy.

Thugboy: "Ya lookin for me?"

Me: "Yeah. You know why."

Thugboy: "I'm locked up right now. My lawyer says I be here for a little while."

Me: "How did you get my message?"

Thugboy: "My family brought me my calls. They has my phone."

Me: "Well, I guess you are out of commission for a while. Be safe, Dude."

Thugboy: "I'm locked up right now, but I be out. We cool after that?"

Me: "We are cool."

After I ended the call, I began to wonder. I can see Thugboy being very busy in a jail environment. I imagine that the ragging hard-on I get putting this thug on his knees will make him very popular in jail. Probably lost one of my cocksuckers, because it may be too risky to keep him.

I called The Kid for some relaxed relief, since I needed some uncomplicated head. Within an hour his fresh face was buried in my crotch. I have a soft spot for this kid lately. It is always "Sir", when we talk. Also, he goes into a whimpering trance when he gets into blowing me that is very fucking erotic. I also have a The Kid sighting in a social situation that I am conflicted about disclosing on this Blog. But, since that sighting The Kid and I are a little bonded mainly from his gratitude that I didn't out him or know him giving discreet cover for him to play along.

cherryboi and me, the saga goes on.............

2008-06-29T19:49:00.001-04:00

I haven't posted in more than a month. Things have been crazy professionally, but in my personal life things have been going very well. I have been out of town a lot for work - Pittsburgh, Richmond, Raleigh-Durham and Atlanta. I have spent more than a week in Atlanta on two different occasions. cherryboi
was in DC finishing up law school for the spring term. We have fallen into this habit of texting back and forth through the day and if we aren't together, we end the day with a phone call. He is my boyfriend and things have been going well.

I don't do the relationship thing very well, I have noticed. Too may years by myself? Too pessimistic from years of disappointment? cherryboi says that he cares and he does all the right things to show that he cares, I wait for the next shoe to drop. Sometimes I hunt for trouble where there is none and make it when I can't find it, I think.

On the Thursday evening of my last trip to Atlanta, I had just gotten back to my hotel room and was thinking about what to do for dinner when there was a knock at my door. I opened the door to find cherryboi standing there with a big smile and an a bag slung over his shoulder. We ended up playing, sucking and fucking for the next 3 days. It was a very pleasant surprise and in a whole bunch of ways brought us even closer. While we were laying in each other's arms on day 2, I mentioned what a pleasant surprise it had been for him to just hop a plane and come down to see me. cherryboi gave me a big kiss and said, "I missed you and I wanted to be sure you were fucking me this weekend." He looked at me tenderly for a long time and we both knew what he was saying. I avoided taking him up on the topic. Then he said, "You know that I love you." I think for the first time, I really believed he might truly love me. It felt good!

Fast forward to Memorial Day Weekend, I decided that cherryboi and I should go away for the weekend. At my recommendation, we ended up at the house I stayed in last summer in Corolla in the Outer Banks. We drove down and took our time getting there. We went down on Thursday before Memorial Day and came back Tuesday after. It's not going to make for hot reading, but it was nice. We spent time on the beach and roaming around the Outer Banks. Took a guided tour of the rugged areas north of Corolla to see the wild horses. We fucked every night and again leisurely in the morning. We spent time cooking and drinking wine. We also finally had "the conversation".

Saturday night, cherryboi made a lemon and seafood pasta dish from a recipe he got from Rachel Ray on the Food Channel. I put together a salad and found two good bottles of wine. We kicked back on the deck overlooking the Atlantic with some candles and enjoyed a very relaxed dinner. We talked about us. cherryboi talked about politics and what his schedule with the Congressman will be this fall. He was so extremely cute trying to feel me out about whether it bothers me that he needs to travel a lot for work this fall. Then came the trap. I am not sure if it was the wine or three days of enjoying his tight ass, but before I knew what was coming he changed topic and starts:

cherryboi: "We need to talk about something. I have tried to bring this up several times, but I always chicken out. I am almost afraid to bring this up tonite, but I need to know something."

Me, gulping for air: "What?"

cherryboi: "Besides me, who else do you fuck bareback?"

It was hard to see his face in the candle light. The fact that he couldn't see my face may have been the only reason that he felt comfortable enough to ask this time. There was almost a child-like quality to his voice. I instantly felt anxious and almost scared.

Me, after a long pause: "What do you want me to say?"

cherryboi: "Let me talk before you say anything. Ok? We fuck bare. Don't get me wrong, I luv it. I really luv it. But, it's not like it was a mutual decision, You wanted to fuck bare and we do. Just please be honest with me. I am scared and I need to know where we stand with this."

Me: "You are the only guy I am fucking bare."

There was a really long period of silence. All I could hear was the pounding of the surf. I deliberately broke the silence.

Me: "You know, I got very lucky. I answered an ad on Craigslist and the guy turned out to be this incredible young man. I was just out of a rocky relationship and I was looking to get laid. I ended up finding this incredibly attractive, intelligent and accomplished guy who is becoming my friend and happens to be a very giving lover and hot piece of ass."

cherryboi: "What about that guy K?"

Me: "What about him?"

cherryboi: "God, I sound desperate. I ran this conversation over and over in my head and I did not want to sound desperate."

Me: "It has been over with K since before we met. I am not seeing him or fucking him."

cherryboi: "I know you are with other guys. I have known it all along. In the beginning of our relationship, I just wanted a relationship with you. I was confused about how I felt about me, about being with a man and about being gay, so I didn't really think about the other guys you might be with. I focused on trying to convince you that I was serious about us. At the same time, it was kinda hot that you had choices and chose me. Then after a while, I started to think that there were other guys because there was something I wasn't satisfying for you. I think I realize that other guys you are with have nothing to do with me or I try to convince myself of that. Now, I am just scared. You are in me. We use no protection and I have no idea how much risk I am taking."

My heart was pounding. It was pounding hard enough that I could hear the pulses in my eardrums over the surf.

Me: "Look this is going to sound like a cliche, but what we do and the intimacy we share is making love. With other guys, it is random sex. I was HIV- on my last test and that was more than a year ago. (Back when I was fucking Anonymous Fuck in Virginia, but I didn't share this with cherryboi.) When we get back home, you and I should both go together to the Whitman-Walker Clinic in the Dupont get tested."

cherryboi: "You will do that for me?"

Me: "Yes. And for what it is worth, I am aware that fucking you bare is a risk. I wouldn't deliberately expose you to more risk by exposing you to other guys. I have not been fucking anyone else bare. I promise you that. If you feel coerced by me to fuck bare, we need to stop now."

cherryboi: "That's the problem. I am conflicted and scared, because I don't want to stop. I want to be yours totally. But, I want one other promise."

Me: "Ok, what's that?"

cherryboi: "Promise that you won't fuck anyone else bare and promise not to fuck anyone that we know.

It seemed like 2 promises, but I promised without a comment or hesitation.

Me: "We can both live by those ground rules."

cherryboi: "You know that I love you. I don't want anyone else."

Me: "When you do I understand."

cherryboi: "I won't."

This young man's love is something wonderful and scary for me. It is completely unconditional and unselfish. I doubt that I deserve it, but it feels so GOOD!

K

2008-04-27T23:02:00.003-04:00

When I started to write this entry in the Blog, I went back and checked and I have not written about K since last November. I have studiously avoided him in life as I have in writing about him here. I still hear from him and see him on the Metro occasionally. He is still a beautifully handsome man. We talk on the Metro and his messages and texts me occasionally. He is still a damaged soul and it is unfortunate. I feel that my unwillingness to deal with his issues has quite possibly damaged him more and that pains me.

K knows that I am with cherryboi. We bumped into him at Gallery Place several weeks ago. He was leaving as we were arriving to see a movie. I am not trying to exaggerate, but I thought he was going to cry. There was such a pained look on his face when the realization came to him that I was with someone. I was put in a position where I had to introduce cherryboi to him. I explained to cherryboi over Häagen-Dazs after the movie that K and I had dated before he and I had met. I didn't go into a lot detail, but K's reaction was jarring enough that it came up after the movie.

cherryboi: "Who exactly is K?"

me: "We dated before I met you. It didn't work out and it's over."

cherryboi: "Does he know it's over?"

me: "If he is listening to what I have said to him over the last few months, he knows."

cherryboi: "He acted like he just caught his boyfriend out with another guy."

me: " He bumped into a guy he used to date with a hot young new boyfriend. Frankly, I am not sure I would have reacted much better seeing him with someone new after I broke it off with him."

cherryboi: "Do you still fuck him?"

I looked into cherryboi's eyes waiting for the next question as I said: "No, I don't fuck him anymore." The next question didn't come and he seemed to loose interest in K as a topic of conversation.

I received a long rambling e-mail from K several days later. He cares for me. It hurts to know that someone else is with me. yada yada yada. Then he offered that I could have him whenever I wanted, even though I had a boyfriend. I didn't respond to his messages, but each one was slightly more irrational than the last.

The whole experience made me numb. I'd like to say that I don't care about K, but that would be a lie. Seeing him react to cherryboi was uncomfortable. The emotions in his e-mails afterward were unsettling. There are still feelings there.

The Cop

2008-04-18T12:35:00.002-04:00

The Cop has still been calling and dropping by on a fairly regular basis. The last two times he called before this last Monday evening, I have had to brush him off. Monday he called in the late afternoon and we arranged for him to drop by after 8:00PM. When he arrived with some wine and a big smile on his face, I told him we needed to chat.

The long and short of our chat was my coming clean that I am in a relationship with a new guy - cherryboi. I explained to him that this was the reason for the brush-offs recently. cherryboi has class on Monday's, so the coast was clear. The Cop was totally unconcerned. It turns out he has a "girlfriend" that he is seeing too. I wasn't shocked, but I was surprised. This dude is a total sub when my cock is in him. The Cop was frank with the explanation that he is closeted and plans to remain that way. He seemed concerned that I was planning to discontinue our hook ups. I am not planning to stop hooking up with him at this point. Let's be honest. I am feeling a tinge of guilt, but not enough to commit to monogamy yet. I get off on fucking a very hot cop.

So, the wine led to more wine and some cheese. We started messing around on my living room couch. The wine and messing around led to some poppers and my hands clamped on the The Cop's head fucking his face. Soon, I was straddling his face on the floor aggressively feeding him my cock. He was taking every thrust. I'd give him some air to breathe every few minutes and dangle my balls over his face for him to lick and suck. Then I'd ease my cock back into his mouth and start working it down his throat. He was taking it like a champ. After a few reps of alternating between feeding him my cock and then my balls, I cupped my ball sac in my hand and road up and pushed my ass crack into his face. I didn't give him a choice and soon I could feel his tongue exploring my crack and darting at my hole. It was tentative, but it was a start. I figure I'll explore rimming with my cop another time. I pulled back and presented him with my cock again and he gulped it back down. The blowjob had lasted long enjoy that my cock was incredibly sensitive to every sensation at this point. I could feel a load building to the point of no return. It occurred to me at this point that The Cop had never officially taken my load in his mouth. He always seemed to pull off in the end or end up with my cock in his ass. In this position, he didn't have much choice. As I was ready to blow, I eased my cock deeper into his mouth and put my hand on the back of his head to hold him on. I shoot a big load of cum into his mouth and down his throat. With the first big spurt I could feel his head try to move away, but I held him firmly. There were 4 or 5 more large spurts, but I held him firmly and did not let him pull off. He half choked or maybe half gagged, but he swallowed it all. I started gently thrusting again working my now softer cock in and out of his mouth. I could feel his tongue licking my soft cock. I wanted him to savor the taste. It was the first of many loads that he will take.

When we had recovered, we headed upstairs to my bedroom. Once in bed we messed around some more. Soon, I had The Cop on his back at the edge of the bed with his legs pushed up beside his head and me standing along the bed slamming my cock into him. After sucking my cock, drinking my load and messing around, he was totally horned. The harder I slammed my cock into him the more he moaned and bucked his hips and clawed at the bed covers. His cock was like stone and the head was coated with pre-cum. I wrapped my fist around the wet head of his cock and began stroking him as I fucked him. Suddenly, he grabbed handfuls of the bed covers and literally screamed out as his 8-pack abs. I shot a second time almost immediately. The clenching of his ass around my cock as he came finished me off.

"That Was Amazing..... Thanks Dude!"

2008-03-30T11:58:00.000-04:00

DC dies during any holiday. The combination of Spring Break last week with the Easter Holiday this past weekend made this City like a tomb. No one actually seems to live here or to be from here, so everyone de-camps anytime there are a few days off from school/work.

So being bored and horny on a Saturday night, I was cruising on Manhunt and checking out Craigslist. Half on a lark and half because of the attached picture, I responded to the following post from a guy in MD:

Trying agian (sp)

I tried last weekend, but couldn't find the right guy. I'm 23 yr old 6'4" 215 lbs. I just want to get dressed up for you. Suck you off, give you a lapdance, maybe fuck you. I've got a very tight ass, I think you'll love it. Be white, in shape and have pics to trade...looking for tonight!

I responded to this post with my stats and a picture.

Trying agian: You've got me fucking hard...you like the idea of me in a thong giving you a lapdance?

me: yeah! i'd luv to feed you my cock too.

Trying agian: You've got a great cock...i would love to suck on it...and rub my ass all over it.

me: hell yeah! now i'm hard!

Trying agian: Do you want to take care of that for you? When can you get here?

I have to say the pictures that Trying agian shared with me were incredible! In the pictures was a strapping and solid young white guy wearing a light blue thong. The guy in the pictures had a full meaty ass with a lean full torso. He didn't appear cut, but he had a solid muscular build.

Trying agian was in Maryland about 25-30 minutes from me. He needed to be discreet and needed to host. He stressed the need to be very discreet several times. We worked out the details and I headed out to meet him.

I had some difficulty finding the non-descript apartment complex along a road I was not familiar with in Maryland, but shortly before the appointed time I was rolling into the parking lot in front of the apartments. I soon found the right garden-style apartment and knocked on the door.

Trying agian opened the door and let me into the apartment. He was standing behind the door. When the door closed, there he was wearing black fishnet stockings that came up past his knees and the same light blue mesh thong he had been wearing in his pictures. He seemed anxious and almost paced around the room. Taking the initiative, I asked where he wanted to play. He pointed to a couch along the side of the room. As I was striping down to my boxers, I asked him what he was looking for. He asked me to sit down on the couch and wasted no time in peeling my boxers off. He was mesmerized by my cock and balls. He looked at them, felt them and squeezed them at one point before putting his head down into my crotch and taking the end of my cock into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around the head of my cock holding it and watching it grow in front of his face. I finally reached down and pushed his head down on my dick and he started to give me a very respectable blowjob. He lost himself sucking my cock and licking my balls for a good 5 minutes. Then he stopped and sheepishly asked if I would rub my cock on his ass.

With my cock wet from his mouth, I moved Trying agian around, pull his thong to the side and started to rub my cock along his smooth ass crack. He responded immediately to the sensation of my cock along his crack and against his hole. He started to thrust his hips working his crack against the shaft of my cock. It felt great to me too. Trying agian had a fresh soap smell and his hard young muscled back was flexing as he worked his crack on my cock. The harder he rubbed himself into my cock the more apparent it was to me that what he really wanted was my cock in his ass.

"Want me to fuck you?", I asked. "Can I ride it?", Trying agian replied. "Sure.", I responded.

Trying agian stood up and pulled his thong off. His smooth tight meaty ass was right in from of my face as he bent over to get out of this thong. I had an urge to eat it, but focused on fucking him for now. He kneeled down between my legs and fumbled with a condom while he gently tried to wrap my cock. I moved his hands aside and finished the job. He handed me some lube and I applied some to me and worked some into his crack. Then I let Trying agian lower himself onto my cock. I could immediately tell that he was tight. I had a hand on each hip guiding him down and immediately sensed him pull away and heard him gasp out loud as he felt the girth of my cock opening up his pucker. I held him firmly by his hips and told him to be still for a minute and relax. He was breathing heavy and I could feel his ass clenching and unclenching around the head of my cock as he adjusted to me being inside him. I hit the shaft of my cock with some more lube and slowly pulled him down on my cock. I felt his pucker open and my cock slide the rest of the way in. He started to ride my cock and was almost immediately into it. He was tight and the pressure of his tight ass sliding up and down on my shaft was incredible. He found his grove and was soon riding my cock like a champ. I laid my head back on the couch, kneaded his ass with my hands and enjoyed the zone, Soon, quicker that I wanted, I felt the pressure building in my groin. I knew I was close to the point of no return.

"I am going to nut in your ass!", I exclaimed. "Yeah man. Do it.", he grunted.

With that I reached around and clasped my hand around the shaft of his cock and began to stroke him. In less than a half a dozen strokes, he blew his load into my hand and I rubbed his cum all over his cock and down over his balls as I blew my load onto his tight ass.

Trying agian jumped up and returned with a towel for me to clean up with. He looked me directly in the eye and exclaimed, "That Was Amazing..... Thanks Dude!".

Not Out............. Pt. 2

2008-03-22T10:38:00.000-04:00

cherryboi being closeted is not a gigantic issue for me. It may possibly be an obstacle in our relationship, but it is not a big issue. I was just blindsided by it. I should not have been surprised, but I was caught by surprise. While I was getting the full court press from him, it never occurred to me. Under the circumstances, I should have realized that he is just discovering who he is. I think I have been focused on seeing how mature he has been while trying to enter a relationship with me. cherryboi is very smart and very mature, but I think a lot of the "maturity" is more posturing for my benefit than confidence with who he is as a gay man.

But, cherryboi and I are OK. When he got back into town last week, I made a point of having a long conversation with him. He is really totally closeted. It may be possible that the only people who know he is gay are the 3 guys (1 being me) that he claims to have hooked up with. He immediately moved to assure me that he is going to come out to everyone very soon. I could see how emotional this made him in his eyes and on his face as he spoke and I could tell that he saw this as a big issue for us. I told him that he shouldn't come out for any reason other than to satisfy himself. I made him promise me that he would do this thoughtfully and only when he was totally comfortable and ready.

cherryboi being closeted is not a gigantic issue for me. It may possibly be an obstacle in our relationship, but it is not a big issue. I was just blindsided by it. I should not have been surprised, but I was caught by surprise. While I was getting the full court press from him, it never occurred to me. Under the circumstances, I should have realized that he is just discovering who he is. I think I have been focused on seeing how mature he has been while trying to enter a relationship with me. cherryboi is very smart and very mature, but I think a lot of the "maturity" is more posturing for my benefit than confidence with who he is as a gay man.

But, cherryboi and I are OK. When he got back into town last week, I made a point of having a long conversation with him. He is really totally closeted. It may be possible that the only people who know he is gay are the 3 guys (1 being me) that he claims to have hooked up with. He immediately moved to assure me that he is going to come out to everyone very soon. I could see how emotional this made him in his eyes and on his face as he spoke and I could tell that he saw this as a big issue for us. I told him that he shouldn't come out for any reason other than to satisfy himself. I made him promise me that he would do this thoughtfully and only when he was totally comfortable and ready.

Before I get barraged with e-mails again, I do know that we were all in the closet at some point in our lives. I also believe that cherryboi has to be ready to come out and that he should only come out for himself. It can't be about me. We all have our own stories and most of us have scars from finding acceptance and from not finding acceptance from people.

So, what's next? I don't know as I write this. I guess we take it one day at a time, as "Dan" recommended to me. cherryboi is worth it, "Dan" argues. I agree. cherryboi is worth it. So as we take it one day at a time, you can probably read about it here.

Not Out

2008-03-21T00:00:00.001-04:00

cherryboi is closeted. This is not a judgment. I am not sure it surprises me. I think that the evidence was there and I just didn't notice it. I don't know that I even care, at the moment. cherryboi is in the closet.

I was invited to an "intimate" birthday party that a friend of mine threw for his partner. "Howard" is a partner in a big DC law firm. "Dan" and "Howard" have been together for about 10 years. They have a fantastic loft apartment in the U Street neighborhood. Lots of stainless steel and glass with a great view of downtown DC. "Dan" is a really sweet guy that I met about week 2 after I moved to DC. We have never hooked-up, but we are very friendly and have fallen into a get together and telephone kind of friendship. If "Howard" is out-of-town or busy working, we will end up grabbing a bite to eat or hanging on the telephone or im'ing each other. "Dan" is a good guy that had a really shitty life until he and "Howard" found each other. "Dan" talked me through all the emotions and bs I went through with K. "Dan" also was a major cheerleader in my seeing the possibility that cherryboi could be more than a hook-up. While I was venting and pondering the whole cherryboi-thing, "Dan" confided to me that he and "Howard" had met in a club in SE DC that no longer exists in 1998. What used to be a gay nightclub district off of South Capitol Street has been transformed by the construction of a baseball stadium for the Washington NationalsWashington Nations. "Dan" was on his knees in the entry way to the bathroom sucking a guy's cock and when that guy shoot his load, "Howard" stepped up and took his place. At the end of the night, "Dan" was in a cab headed back to "Howard"'s place. They have been together ever since. "Howard" is 15 years "Dan"'s senior. By "Dan"'s logic, if he and "Howard" can build a relationship after a random bj in a bathroom then cherryboi and I are destiny. Anyway..............

When I invited cherryboi to the dinner party, I noticed a little bite of hesitation. He knows "Dan", so he ended up seemong to be more enthusiastic and nothing more was said. Fool that I sometimes can be, I didn't really think about it much. On the Metro headed over to the party he was quiet. There were a total of 4 other couples at the party, which was very fancily catered. We all drank far to much wine and there was a very broad running conversation about everything under the sun from politics to the bizarreness of the human condition. It didn't take long to realize that cherryboi was not at ease. He was not totally withdrawn, but he seemed quiet and pre-occupied. "Dan" finally rescued him from some good-natured teasing and they headed into the kitchen to fix everyone a nightcap as the evening was breaking up. We drank the nightcap and said our goodbyes.

Walking back to the Metro, I offered an apology that he didn't enjoy the evening. He brushed my apology aside with one of his own and offered that he just wasn't himself tonite. Rough week and he blamed working hard, etc. Nothing more was said. As we left the Metro at New York Avenue, we said our goodnight and parted ways. That was Thursday before last. cherryboi was on the road for work that weekend. Back to the Congressman's District with some kind of political event to attend.

So, the next Monday I call "Dan" to thank him for a great evening. In the course of the conversation, "Dan" lets me know that cherryboi is not "out". "Didn't you know?", he asks. Long story short, I didn't think about it but I guess I should have known.

Where Things Are...............

2008-03-02T17:41:00.002-05:00

For all of you who seem so focused on cherryboi being here when I got home on Valentine's Day. He doesn't have a key of his own, but he does know where I keep the spare and he has used it. I am not sure what message that sends him. I haven't offered a key and he hasn't asked for one. I think I am OK with that and I am not seeing a big issue.

I admit not a little bite of confusion over where things are with cherryboi. I started my last Post a day or so after Valentine's Day. When I originally started that Post, my first thought was that I should change how I am referring to him in this Blog. cherryboi is a nervous shy young lad who had his cherry taken on my rug downstairs. I pondered for a few days how I should refer to him in this Blog and that led to some real soul-searching on my feelings toward him. I definitely have feelings for him, but they are all tied up in him being a young lad who enjoyed and still seems to enjoy being taken by me. That's when it occurred to me that to have a real relationship with him, I have to let him be what he wants to be and he has to get what he is looking for out of this relationship. I think I have a tendency to idealize potential relationship situations with an image of how I think they should be instead of how they are. cherryboi liked having his cherry taken on my rug. He certainly came back for more. In many ways, the reason he is coming back has a lot to do with the feelings that created for him. So, I am gonna be me and I am just gonna enjoy him.

Now, I am gonna let the dog in me out for you all to see. For about a month, I have been chatting with this guy who has claimed to be a Marine stationed at the Washington Marine Barracks. We have exchanged e-mails and he has found me through a pic on my profile on Manhunt, so he has hit me up on there from time to time too. Frankly, I have been skeptical about the Marine claim, but he has great pics with a "USMC" tat on his bicep and a bulldog on his shoulder blade. Long story short, we have been chatting and he has been chasing me quite literally to fuck him for a while. Last Saturday night shortly after 10PM, he IM's me and asks, "wanna fuck me tonite?" I said WTF and gave him my address and jumped into the shower to freshen up.

About 40 minutes later, the Marine is standing at my door. He had to be close to 6'4" tall. He was wearing bluejeans and a leather jacket. He had the trademark "high and tight" haircut. This fag is a Marine. I invited him in and gave him a place to throw his jacket. I offered a beer, which he took me up on immediately. When I got back with the beer, he was standing in the middle of the room ramrod straight wearing a tight white t-shirt. I was almost ready to pinch myself.

We bs'ed and drank the beer. He was a friendly southern boy with a Texas drawl. Seemed like a no nonsense kind of a guy. He made a point of telling me that he was glad we were finally meeting. He had been wanting to meet me for a while. While I was wondering why this adonis wanted me, I thought there was no way I was not fucking this guy while I had the chance. I got up and said, Follow me, Lets go upstairs."

By the time we got to my bedroom, I made up my mind to be totally in charge and cocky about it. I told him to get undressed in a firm voice and watched as he disrobed. Words cannot describe his body. It was stunning like the statue of David. His pictures in no way captured the perfection of his form. He had a tall lean swimmers build. He had no fat anywhere that I could see. He was literally 100% chiseled muscle. He was nearly hairless and had perfectly smooth white skin. The only imperfections I saw were his tats. When he turned to face me I could see he was sporting a very nice cock crowned with a small lite brown bush above it and a pair of large low hanging balls under it. He had a young very healthy ageless appearance. He claims to be 30.

I crawled up on my bed and spread my legs. I looked at the Marine and said, "I wonder what it feels like to get blown by a Marine?" Without a word in reply, he jumped onto the bed between my legs and took my cock into his mouth. He quickly showed me that he was an expert cocksucker. He licked and nibbled eagerly at the head of my cock. Then he began working the shaft of my cock into his throat. Moving intensely up and down the shaft swallowing more with each bob of his head. Almost instantly, I was in a zone and really enjoying the sensation of this eager mouth on my cock. When I added the visual of this perfectly shaped man who happened to be a Marine to the equation, it was shear perfection. A few minutes into a great BJ, the Marine asked if I was Ok with him doing some poppers.

I don't do poppers often, but I will admit they push me to a different level during sex. At times in my life, the rush from poppers has scared me. In addition to intensifying the stimulation I get from sex, poppers make me last forever. I took a big hit and laid back to be pleased. This Marine literally worshipped and sucked my cock for 45 minutes without missing the beat. I was over the top most of the time from the pleasure of his mouth devouring my cock. I moaned and gasped in between exclamations of pleasure and tirades of calling him a "filthy cumwhore" and taunting him to do it longer and better.

Finally, I felt my load building in my groin. I ordered him to get on all fours and while I wrapped and lubed, I fingered his tight hole. I wasn't gentle. With one hand on the small of his back bracing my weight and the other guiding the shaft of my cock, I forced my way into him. He screamed out a pained, "Shit!", but squirmed to adjust. I held back until I felt the flexing of his pucker subside. Then I just fucked him. A few minutes from behind, a minute or so in the scissor position and then finally drove it home while he held his knees back and exposed his ass to me. He was there meeting every thrust and begging for more. As I was building to shoot my load, he begged me to shoot it on him. I pulled out, tore the condom off and held the base of my cock and hosed him with my cum. I came in strings and shot all over him from his chin to his bush. There were 6 to 8 large squirts that had more force than I normally shoot with. I impressed myself!

We laid side my side for a few minutes as we both caught our breathe. Then he slowly started to stroke and I slide back down to eat his hole. He immediately blew his load and mixed it with mine all over him.

I never dreamt I would find a Marine bottom!

Valentine's Day

2008-02-29T20:17:00.002-05:00

This may not be the post that anyone wants to read. I am on my way to becoming domesticated. cherryboi made a big deal out of Valentine's Day. He started about 10 days before reminding me to save the day for us. It was really very endearing and I started to get into it. I got the royal treatment.

I got a call from cherryboi at about 4:00PM on Valentine's Day reminding me not to work late. We had plans he reminded me yet again. When I got home, he was already at my place - cooking. Taking the cue from how he was acting, I had some flowers, a bottle of wine and a book that I thought he would enjoy to give him. He was all smiles and seemed genuinely touched that I made the effort to choise the book that I choose.

He made a complete dinner. I had no idea he could even cook. There was an incredible salad dressed with a raspberry dressing with walnuts and parmesan cheese chopped over it. He made a very tasty seafood pasta dish and chose a very mellow and dry white win to go with it. We relaxed and ate and chatted and flirt for 2 and a half hours over dinner. We polished off 2 bottles of the win. On top of being hot and young, he is very smart and engaging. I thought it was a very nice evening. It was only the beginning.

After dinner, he led me upstairs and helped me undress. I crawled up on the bed, somewhat high from the amount of wine I had consumed. He stripped down and crawled between my legs and proceeded to worship, tease and edge my cock for one of the best blowjobs I have ever had. As I came, he stared up at me and swallowed every last drop. He then got up and lit a candle that he placed near the bed on a stand. He also came up with a bottle of massage oil and motioned for me to roll over. He proceded to give me a sensual but aggressive massage working this warm massage oil that smelled like sandalwood and jasmine into my body. He caressed, kissed and kneaded me from head to toe. I felt like a king. I have never quite had a massage like it. Part of me thinks that he may have enjoyed it as much as I did.

After that we cuddled for a while and talked. He is happy, he tells me. He is very happy, he says again. Still thinking that all of this could very well be a dream, I worked my way down to his lean torso. By the time I got there, his 7" cut cock was standing at attention. It is average in thickness but gets as hard as stone. The head is a large mushroom considerably thicker than the shaft under it. It is arrow straight and without any blemishes. There doesn't even seem to be a circumcision mark. As I took him into my mouth, I heard him gasp out. I continued to engulf his cock and moved a hand to his stomach to rub him while I sucked him. He was eager and after a few minutes of attention he was thrusting at the back of my throat. His eagerness told me he was excited. I grabbed both of his ankles in my hands and lifted his legs up in the air to expose his ass and began working at it. He was louder now. Not just moaning but vocal. "Fuck me!", he pleaded. "Fuck me now1", he moaned. So, I fucked him. I fucked him slow and deep. Making sure to pull almost out and them to plunge slowly back in as deep as possible. It took a few minutes of this before he shot his load all over both of us and I followed by dumping into him. We repeated this several times through the night.

It was a very nice Valentine's Day!

It's Official!

2008-02-03T22:37:00.000-05:00

It is semi-official. Ok, it's official! cherryboi and I are dating. I am almost embarrassed to admit this. I have mixed feelings about it. He is 25 and finding himself and I am 39, so it is up in the air about whether this will really become anything. I remind myself that this may be more about first-sex with him and a young tight boi that I am breeding for me, but I am a guy so I am enjoying the ride. And FUCK, it's one incredible ego boost!

I have been dicking cherryboi on a more and more frequent basis since last Fall, when we first hooked up. I haven’t written about him very much. He spent the night for the first time the weekend after my last post. This was more by accident on my part. I know from him that he stayed by intention. He is 25 and HOT and I have discovered quite intelligent. He is a Congressional Staffer by day and law student by night. He has worked for a Congressman for more than a year. He has a wide-eyed youthful optimism that I lost many years ago. He is one incredibly fucking hot piece of ass. I am hard just thinking about it. Shit, I feel 10 years younger lately! I can hear all of you laughing at me now. I know the upside and downside to this situation. This started out as a hot piece of ass for me and clearly he was bound to have confused feelings considering I was his first. What can I say....... one day at a time.

The other evening cherryboi was waiting for me when I got off the Metro. He had no idea when I would get to the station, so I was surprised to see him. I have no idea how long he had been waiting and I have no idea how long he was planning to wait. I had averted a previous invitation to grab dinner or a drink some time. He was there on the platform with his tussled-haired good looks and a big smile on his face when I saw him. This time he was hard to resist. He had clearly figured it that way. I didn't resist. He was right. I had no plans. I did have to eat something. The worst thing that could happen, I thought, was that I would eat and get laid too.

We chatted. We drank beer. We shared a pizza. We sparred about whether there was an us or whether it was just great sex. Then I tried to be adult and he tried to be an adult. I don't know whether we will have an enduring relationship or not, but I guess the most compelling thing he said was that he had the right to make his own mistakes. How many times have we all said that at different times when we were younger. Finally, we both drank too much beer.

The night couldn't have ended better. Me on my bed with the room spinning around and my new boyfriend giving me an incredibly good BJ! Life is good in the strangest ways and at the most unexpected times.

cherryboi

2008-01-05T21:26:00.002-05:00

I have dicked the boy I cherry popped, who I will call “cherryboi”, several times over the last few weeks. A few days after I popped his cherry, I got this sweet fucking e-mail literally thanking me for fucking him. He wrote, "You are the first guy that I have been brave enough to go all the way with. I have met 2 different guys in the past. One guy was in college and we messed around some and played with each other. We finished up by jerking off. The second guy was a guy I met about a year ago here in DC. He was so aggressive when we met that I got scared and bolted." So, cherryboi made it official. I was his first. Gotta say that I liked knowing that! Then in the hottest part of his e-mail, he wrote, "I was so scared when I got to your place that I almost bolted again. I wanted to be there, but I was freaked. I was able to get a hold on myself a little while we watched the game. The only thing that kept me there was that you took the lead and didn't give me any chance to change my mind. After we kissed I knew I had to have more! Thank you for making it so GREAT! The feeling of you cumming inside me was awesome. I fingered myself and tasted your load all night after I left. I will do almost anything if we can do it again sometime."

I am a total sucker for that kind of plea. After a few more e-mails and a chance meeting on H Street, not far from my place, we connected again. cherryboi is a delicious boi. He is every bite 6'1" tall. He says he is 25, but looks like a young college kid. He is athletic and lean and nearly totally smooth. He weighs between 175 and 185lbs. He has this sandy lifeguard-type blond hair that seems to be natural. It is a mixture of light and dark blond. His pubes and the other limited hair on his body are similar shades. He has a fresh looking boy next-door face with blue eyes, very long eyelashes and full lips. He is fucking tasty looking. I used him pretty hard, the first time we hooked up. Once I got the green light, I had my way with him including dumping a load in his tight ass. I'll be honest; there was a tinge of guilt on my part. So, I ignored the e-mails from him until I bumped into him on the sidewalk on H Street one evening after work. I was walking back toward my house and met him on the sidewalk. I would have passed him with a hello, but he wanted to chat. We chatted and he was low-key and friendly. He gave every indication that he was very pleased to see me. He asked me some random questions and as I was pulling away and saying my goodbye, he blurted out, "I'd like to come by again some time. I know I am not very experienced, but I am eager to learn." All I could do was smile and take his cell number.

About a week later, cherryboi was at my place bare-assed and between my legs with my hand firmly on the back of his head very assertively telling him how to suck my cock. I will admit that he was doing everything he could to try to do as I instructed. In the middle of his lesson, he gagged out that my cock was the first cock he had really ever sucked. And then for added effect, told me how thick I was. HOT!!! But like a good boi, he gave 110% to the effort and this time the head was better. The whole thing was a massive boost to my ego.

Then I took cherryboi upstairs, laid him out across my bed, crawled up and draped his legs over my shoulders, gently penetrated him and fucked him. He was still very tight, but this time I was a little gentler. He gasped and groaned as I worked my cock into him. I could feel the tightness of his hole clinging to my raw cock. Once I was inside him, I kept going gently building up a rhythm and listening to the change in his breathing and his moaning. As I started fucking him harder, he started to respond and I could feel his arms around me and his hands clinging to my ass. After about 15 minutes of me pounding him pretty deep and mixing it up with some full pullouts and short thrusts, I exploded into him and we immediately started to kiss passionately. I finally rolled over and lay down next to him admiring my good fortune and he moved in so that we could cuddle a little.

After a few minutes, I decided that I wanted nothing more than to fuck his well-jizzed hole again. I gave him a kiss and instructed him to go down and clean me up. I got up on my elbows, so that I could watch this hottie lick our juices of my cock. As I was sure would happen, he soon had a mouth full of hard cock. I asked him if he wanted a second load and without waiting for a response, I grabbed him and flipped him over so that I could get at him from behind.

This time his well-fucked hole was looser and my cock slipped right back in. He was still tight and clung to me, but he was filled with my load and the natural lube was incredible. The great thing to me about raw sex is the feeling of fucking a hole filled my your own cum. There is nothing like it. It is the ultimate form of topping. You totally possess the man your fuck this way. I owned cherryboi and he verified this by quickly shooting his load and using his moans of pleasure to coax my second load deep into him. I really dicked him this time.

We cuddled some more and chatted. It was very relaxed and I could tell that cherryboi was relaxed and comfortable in the aftermath of our sex.

He has been back several times since. Who wouldn't fuck this boi!

Cruised and Picked-up by a Married Guy

2007-12-26T19:43:00.000-05:00

Sorry for the silence! I am here. My sex-life has been a little bite on the boring side recently between work, the holidays and my new roommate. The Cop has been on the graveyard shift, so other than a couple quick blow jobs in my kitchen before work I haven’t seen much of him. I have dicked the boy I cherry popped, who I will call “cherryboi”, several times over the last few weeks but I’ll save that information for another post.

Now about the The Married Guy - I guess I should be embarrassed, but I was cruised and picked-up by a married guy at a Holiday Party earlier this month – December. And, I am not embarrassed. I was invited to a friendly get-together by a co-worker. It was a eclectic group of people: co-worker and her husband’s friends, neighbors, principal from their son’s school and various odd invitees like myself. They have an incredible contemporary home in Upper NW DC near Rock Creek Park. Husband is a high-powered lawyer at a big DC law firm. It is on a nice tree-lined street. I arrived fashionably late and started to mingle.

Midway through the evening, I ended up chatting with The Married Guy off to the edge of the thinning crowd alone. I had noticed him earlier in the evening as I mingled. I couldn’t help but notice him. He was wearing a pair of tan chinos and a white oxford button-down shirt. He wore his clothes with confidence and filled them perfectly. He had a charisma that attracted attention. The fluidity of his movements also caught my attention and made me want to watch him. From the way his pants and shirt clung to him and cinched against him as he moved, it was easy to tell that he had a lean and muscled body. He had boyish good looks and a devilish smile.

We started out chatting in a group of people, but one-by-one people were leaving and drifting off to other groups. Then there was the two of us. We went through introductions and did the perfunctory resume detailing that everyone in DC seems to do. We chatted about this and that. He is engaging and funny on top of being a fucking hottie! I did the best I could to pretend I wasn’t giving him the look over, but I was to discover later in the evening that I didn’t do it well.

I lost track of how long we had chatted. He is an associate on the partner track at a big DC firm. He is a big soccer fan, former player and fan of european footnball. We chatted about the Premier League and US soccer. It was an easy-going conversation and I had forgotten how eagerly I had been trying to determine what his ass looked like under his chinos, when The Married Guy’s wife came over. She was a perky little cheerleader-type. She immediately grabbed his arm and after introductions and a few words, dragged him off across the room. I had a twinge of regret, he was a nice guy with a great body. I enjoyed our chat and the chance to get close enough for a good look. I continued to mingle and promptly forgot about him.

As the evening closed, I went upstairs to grab my coat and turned around to find that the The Married Guy had followed me upstairs and into the make-shift coat room. He came towards me and in a hushed voice said, “I hope I am not making a huge mistake, but I thought I noticed you checking me out.” I smiled and acknowledged that he was correct. “Yeah”, I said. He smiled and pushed his card into my hand. He said. “Give me a call” and hurriedly grabbed two coats and headed out of the room. I grabbed a ride with another couple to the Metro and while I waited for the train, I pulled out the card and noticed that it was The Married Guy's business card. It had his name, his firm's name, address and phone numbers. On the reverse side of the card, was his cell number. I was anxious to call and did.

The next Saturday, we had a "date" to watch some Premier League matches on TV at my place. The Married Guy showed up promptly at 10:00AM. The Premier League matches on the Fox Sports Channel turned out to be the perfect cover for some time out with the guys. We watched the matched. We bs'ed about various things to break the ice and munched on some snacks. The guy was every bite as engaging as he had been at the party. After a couple of beers, it was agreed that we would go upstairs. I lead him to my bedroom and watched as he removed his clothes. He wasn't wearing underwear. His body was tanned and flawless. His pecs were full, his nipples erect little brown buttons. His chest was virtually hairless. He had a smooth flat stomach with just the hint of a six-pack with a slight trail. His pubes were as sparse as the trail leading down to them. His balls were smooth and full. A 4 to 5" flaccid cock flopped between his legs as he hopped onto the bed.

Almost instantly I was undressed and messing around with him on the bed. He was very tactile and very responsive. He was an awesome cocksucker milking my cock with his throat and kneading my balls with his hands. This went on forever as we kissed, felt, stroked and groped each other. Then he blurted out, "I want you to fuck me now!" I wasted no time obliging him. We fumbled getting him lubed and my cock wrapped and I lifted his legs up beside his head and eagerly worked my cock into him. I went in slowly and he took my whole cock like a champ, but he was tight and I could feel him adjusting to my cock as I worked it in and heard his breathing change as I buried myself into him. He threw his head back and gasped, "Oh, please fuck me." So, I fucked the shit out of him and he moaned and bucked and cursed and loved every thrust. I exploded into him as I pushed my cock as deeply into him as I could. I could feel his lips on my neck and throat. It seemed to be over as quickly as it started, but it was intense and good! When I rolled off of him, I noticed his perfectly hard cock wet with pre-cum. I squeezed his balls firmly as he tugged his load out all over his chest. We reveled in the mood and then went at it again.

He came back the Saturday before Christmas for some more fun and games. It was just as hot! I'll keep you posted.

Late Saturday Night Sex

2007-11-12T14:37:00.000-05:00

Ok. For all of you incurable romantics, K and I have had lunch a few times and spent some time together. It has been strictly friends. I haven’t fucked him. I am not saying I haven't thought about it, but that road is closed for now anyway. He is in therapy. There is no doubt. I think it is fantastic!!

I am announcing that I have a houseguest. My nephew is here in DC. He has an internship, which only works because his uncle can put him up for a few months. Yes, I said a few months. It has put a damper on my activities. While he knows I am gay, I prefer not to fuck everything that moves when he is in the house. Fortunately, he has a life but it has slowed down my escapades.

Saturday night late.... almost Sunday morning I got lucky. This really cute twink chatted me up on Manhunt. Right off he invited me to come over. I was horned big time and he was relatively close by, so off I went.

When I got to his place, he was only wearing a thin cotton pair of brown pajama pants. He was smooth, tanned and very cute. He definitely worked out. He was about 5' 9"/10" with a swimmers body and a round firm ass that I could see against his pajama pants as he moved around.

He was also totally fucked up. I pointed this out as he led me into his place from the door. He laughed and said yes. He had been out and had been drinking and partying a little. He punched/slapped my arm and said he had to have some cock before he crashed. I was eager to oblige.

As I dropped onto the couch, I watched him quickly yank off his pajama pants and he wiggled his way up on to my lap. We kissed. I could feel his hands on my arms and kneading my chest. He asked if he could pull my shirt off. I said sure and helped him yank my shirt up over my head. He jumped off my lap and tore at my sweats to get them off too. When I was as nude as him, he crawled back on my lap and very earnestly told me, "Daddy, you can have me any way you want me".

We kissed again and messed around for a few minutes. As my cock started to stiffen, he gently rubbed his ass against it as he straddled my lap. I could no longer resist. I told him to go get a condom out of my sweats. He looked at me briefly, smiled and obeyed. I told him to put it on my cock. He got down between my legs and tore the condom out of the wrapper. He seemed to almost fumble with my cock as he tried to roll it on me. I reached done and grabbed the shaft of my cock and held it tightly. He pressed the condom onto my cockhead and as he slowly rolled it down he bent over and licked the shaft of my cock down to my balls. He then buried his face in my balls and licked and squeezed them while he gently stroked my cock.

My cock was rock hard by this point. I grabbed him by his shoulder and pulled him up onto the couch with me and pushed him down over the arm of the couch. I pulled his ass cheeks apart and began to munch on his ass. He was sweaty, but extremely clean. His skin was baby soft and he immediately responded to my tongue against his pucker and moaned appreciatively as I forced the tip of my tongue into him. At this point, I was more focused on getting his ass wet than eating him. I wanted my cock in him as soon as possible.

I got up on my knees and positioned myself between his legs, as he remained draped over the arm of the couch. I pushed my cockhead against his hole. It was dripping wet with my spit, so the first inch or so went in easily. Working the rest in took a little while longer. He was tight, warm and felt so good that I had to concentrate on getting all of my cock into him without shooting my load too fast. Out of nowhere, he was moaning and grunting about how good my hard cock felt. That re-focused my attention and I forgot about shooting my load. I jammed the rest of my cock into him pubes deep.

I then just fucked him. I slammed my cock into him, fucking him deeply and hard and he continued to moan and grunt about how good it felt. I used him like a cunt, called him a bitch, arched my back and started to shoot my load deep into him. After pumping 3 or 4 heavy squirts of cum into him, I fell against back spent. I could feel him breathing heavily under me. Fuck it felt great!

I sat back down on the couch and told him to come over and clean me up. He eagerly obeyed. I heard from him again today. Too good to believe.

I Love This Town!

2007-10-30T20:23:00.000-04:00

I am here and alive. Work has been crazy, but things are going well. I don’t want to come off as too arrogant, but I LOVE THIS TOWN! It is filled with eager bottoms ready to serve. Between Thugboy, The Kid and Craigslist, I am getting my cock serviced or getting laid on an almost daily basis. It is embarrassing that it is so easy. As I have said before, I am an average guy. It appears that there are only a handful of masculine Tops in this town and it is paradise. I called The Kid before I started writing this post and he is on his way over now. He sent me an e-mail yesterday almost begging to suck my cock, which is hot as hell! I moved to DC from a town that was smaller and a lot more conservative. Not to belabor the point, I am loving it here!

A lot of you have written me and I appreciate the positive feedback. I started this Blog from boredom and curiosity. I moved to a big new town to start a big new job and I didn’t know anyone and didn’t know anything about this town. The whole experience up to now has been positive.

Okay, now for the big news. I have not fucked him, but I have seen K twice in the last 2 weeks. He claims to still be in therapy. I think I believe him. We had lunch last week and he came over Sunday and cooked me dinner while I watched some European Football games on cable. It was nice. It was comfortable. He still one of the hottest pieces of ass I know. We didn’t talk about us or sex or anything. At lunch last week, K claimed that he has been celibate since the last time we had sex. I am not sure I believe that and it really isn’t important. I think the therapy is the best thing to come out of this. I frankly told him at lunch last week that I am not sure there will ever be an us, but I like him and I want him to like himself.

The Kid is knocking at my door, so this post is finished for tonight. I have a glass of wine and I am going to kick back and let him suck my cock for as long as I can………….

Not All Hook Up's Are Good

2007-10-04T22:52:00.001-04:00

I logged on to Manhunt to relax and decompress this afternoon after work. I was on about 10 minutes when I got and IM from a very hot muscle bottom not that far from my office. We went back and forth and I figured that he was hot and on the way home, so WTF.

I got to his place and he was everything that his pictures showed. He described himself as a 29-year-old bottom - athletic, very fit 5'8 155lbs smooth/handsome and he was. His living room had a large set of free-weights against the wall and he had the body to prove that he used them. He was lean with massive shoulders and a thin waist. A little more muscled than I usually go for, but nobody would say no to this boy. He had 0% body fat and a defined 8-pac.

Almost immediately the vibe was off. He asked me as I came into his place if I was a top. I replied yes. He looked at me and said casually that, “you will be topping me”. With a stay here, he disappeared into another room. He returned with a towel, a condom and some lube. He handed the condom and lube to me, turned away from me and spread the towel on the floor in front of his door. Immediately, he pulled his boxers off and crouched down on the towel without a word.

His ass was attractive, not great because he has almost no body fat. I disrobed and started to play with his ass and finger his hole a little. He was hot, but I wasn’t even close to being hard. He was totally non-responsive. Sadly, I noticed that he had a hole as wide as the Grand Canyon. I would have munched on him for a while, but it was very apparent that a hell of a lot of cock had been there before me.

I continued to finger his ass and stroked myself till I was fairly hard and still absolutely nothing from him. Not a sound, a moan or anything. He crouched on his towel like a statue.

I applied some lube and rolled the condom onto my cock. As I pushed my cock into him, I realized that he was even looser than I had thought. He took my whole cock without so much as an indication that he felt it. I couldn’t even feel his ass on my cock. I didn’t feel any tightening around my shaft. I smacked his ass and told him to tighten up a little and again nothing.

I started out slow and started to build up a rhythm. I was still not feeling anything and wasn't getting anything from this boy. It was like fucking a wooden horse. Finally after about 5 minutes, I thought WTF am I doing. I pulled out and yanked the condom off and tossed it onto his back. As I pulled my cloths back on, he turned his head around and looked up at me. “What’s wrong, Dude?”, he asked. “It isn’t working for me”, I said. I feel bad for this boy. He is a hottie and I guess he has never really had to give anything to sex, but his ass is worn out. It was a bad hook up.

Hump Day

2007-10-03T21:10:00.000-04:00

I have been trying to avoid it, but K was on the Metro car I got on this morning. It was immediately uncomfortable. The seat next to him was open and he was all smiles and made a big point of saying good morning to me. I have been trying to avoid this. Lately, I have been walking to the back end of the platform to make sure I was on a car that he wasn't. He must have figured that move out.

I sat with him and we chatted briefly on the ride downtown. I get off the Red Line before he does. He wanted to have lunch, but I flatly said NO! He looked so fucking irresistible, it took all the strength I had. I so fucking luv how good he looks. I wish he wasn't so fucked up. I made a snide comment that he would probably jerk off tonight thinking about the rejection and got off the train without looking back. What a fucking waste of a beautiful man.

The Cop spent the night here Monday. It kinda had the feel of a relationship ha ha. He arrived with a bottle of wine and a movie and we ended up in my bed making out and fucking and sleeping all night. Tuesday morning, I was making breakfast and he was trying to make small talk. I looked at him and told him I knew he was cop. He got a total look of terror on his face and gulped. I smiled and told him to relax. I wanted him to know that I know and to make him comfortable. I asked him the burning question that I have had recently...., "Are you married?". He says not. I think I believe him. I assured him that I wanted to fuck him not out him, so he should not worry. When he left I actually think he was relaxed about it. I will be nailing him again this weekend. What a fucking body. I am average, but this man is hard as a rock and a total submissive bottom. Woof!!!

The boy I cherry popped last week e-mailed today. He wants to be fucked again. Should I?

Popped a cherry raw!

2007-09-29T12:41:00.000-04:00

So, I was bored and horny as I indicated in my last post. I was checking out Craigslist and came upon a simple post from a guy nearby:

inexperienced looking for older masculine top. 6'1", bl, bl. 178, 32"w, athl, 25yo, 7” and eager. ne dc here. must travel to you.

We exchanged exactly 3 e-mails. This boy was about 12 blocks from my place. The pic in his e-mail was adorable! He was looking to get fucked, he said. I was sure that it was bogus, but WTF I gave him my address and waited to see what would come of it. About 20 minutes later, there was a knock on my door. He was not bogus! He matched his pic and looked even better in his carpenter shorts and t-shirt.

I invited him in and right away noticed that he was incredibly nervous. He could barely look me in the eye and his body language amplified that he was very uncomfortable. I made some small talk to try to break the ice. Offered him a beer, which he jumped at and we sat down in front of my TV and bs’ed for a while. I mean like 30 minutes. I had tivo’ed a Manchester United game and we kinda half watched that and chatted. The boy was a little more relaxed, but not much.

I hated to say it, but I offered that if he wasn’t into hooking up that we should just take a pass. He immediately said no. He wanted to get fucked, but he was shy. He apologized profusely and hoped that wasn’t a turn off. Frankly, looking at him had me hot and the innocence he projected was intoxicating. I put my beer down, got up and moved over to the couch beside him. I gently stroked his cheek and as he looked at me I gently kissed him.

After the first kiss, he said “Wow!”. We kissed again and he kissed back passionately. I could feel an impressive budge in his shorts. I moved his hand to my crotch and he fumbled with my cock through my sweats as we made out on the couch. After a long time, we stopped kissing and I could tell he was focused on my crotch and rubbing my cock through the material covering it. I reached down and pulled my sweats off and gently pushed his face down to my cock. I took my cock by the shaft and stroked it a few times in front of his face and then push it to his mouth. I could feel his lips open around the head of my cock and he gently began to suck on the head. He seemed to hesitate. I gently prodded him to relax and just enjoy how it felt in his mouth. He licked and sucked on my cock and seemed to enjoy it.

After a few minutes of okay head, I had an urge to pushed the boy down and just take him. So, I did. He was on the floor with my hand on the back of his head pushing his face into the rug. I yanked his shorts down with my other hand and used my hand and legs to spread his legs apart. His ass was bare and smooth with very defined tan lines. He immediately tensed his body and squirmed a little but relaxed as I buried my mouth in his crack between the mounds of his young ass. As I pushed my tongue into his tight hole, he squirmed even less and began to relax more and moan. After a few minutes of gently licking and eating his hole, I could feel him begin to wiggle his ass and push it at me so that he could feel my tongue probe deeper into him. From how he responded, it was obvious that he’d never been eaten before. He loved it! He bucked and groaned and reached back to grab at my head. I loved it too, but after filling his hole with spit I wanted to fuck him.

I took him raw. I didn’t ask. As I pushed the head of my cock into his pucker, I immediately knew that this boy had never been fucked before either. There is a difference between tight and never opened up. The noise and cry he let out as I forced my cock into him verified my opinion. He screamed out as I penetrated him. He gasped out, squirmed and flexed his arms out above his head. I didn’t stop and I didn’t ease up on the pressure I was applying to hold him down on the rug. I could feel his hole opening up and adjusting to the thickness of my cock. He screamed out that it hurt. “Oh my God it hurts”, he gasped. I continued to thrust slowly. Something about the difficulty he was having adjusting to being fucked just made it all the hotter. I started to fuck him harder. Soon, I was buried in his ass and I could feel his ass moving to meet me. His gasps had changed in tone to moans of enjoyment. Then without warning he screamed that he was gonna cum. I felt his hole tighten around my cock as he lost it. He literally screamed with pleasure as he shot his load.

I kept pounding away at his ass. After a few more minutes, I felt the pressure build in my groin and I slowed down and leaned forward to tell him that I was gonna dump my load in his ass. I didn’t wait for a response and he didn’t try to respond or resist. I just shot it into him. There were five strong spurts followed by a few small ones. He groaned, “Oh my God it’s so warm”. I was finished. I fell down on him and laid against him for a while. I could feel him panting to recover under me. My cock softened and slipped out of him and I rolled over on my back beside him on the floor. He had a little smile on his face with a look of total satisfaction. This boy had gotten exactly what he wanted. This was painted across his face.

A few days later, I got an e-mail from the boy thanking me. I fought the urge to thank him. Damn, I enjoyed that!

I Am Not Gone!

2007-09-18T19:50:00.001-04:00

I am not gone. I am still here. I just took some time off from blogging to deal with my feelings and and to deal with life. August was a horrible month in my personal life and in my professional life. I really hope that September is better in both areas. There is a lot of shit going on in my life right now.

After what happened with K, I took a few days and went to the Outer Banks to relax. Got some sun and forgot about everything that was on my mind. I was hearing from K everyday before I left for the beach. I have not heard from him, since I got back. I am conflicted about that. I miss him. The fact that I miss him concerns me. I don’t know where this goes.

This trip to the beach really opened my eyes to the whole fetish gay men have with straight boys. There were a hell of a lot of young hotties parading along the beach in their surfing shorts. I have never been that hung up on the straight boy thing, but it looked sweet at the beach. I got a few returned looks, which convinced me that some of these boys ain’t so straight but nothing came of it. Clearly, it wouldn’t have been cool to talk-up an old guy on the beach. But, they did look!

I had an e-mail from Gareth waiting me when I got back. We have been e-mailing off and on since we hooked-up in Italy. He is the English lad I met on the train to Milan, when I was in Europe. He has been to southern Italy, Sicily, Greece and Turkey, since I left Milan for Rome. I have been trying to convince him to visit the US for a while. I, of course, generously offered him a place to crash! Thinking back, I was crazy not to rendezvous with him when I was finished in Rome. I could kick myself now!

I think I popped a guy’s cherry last Sunday evening. I was bored and horny, so I was checking out Craigslist. I'll post about that soon.

K - It's NOT all about me............. Pt. 3

2007-08-11T17:27:00.000-04:00

I am not sure if K and I are still together or not. I am not sure if we were ever together. We have spoken by telephone every day. We had lunch downtown on Wednesday.

The fact of the matter is that what K says he hoped for was that I would see the cigarette burn marks, be jealous and beat him up. Or, so he says now. I think whatever the reality, only K may have any clue of the truth. I told him Wednesday that I would devote no more energy trying to make a determination.

K said he loved me, as I have blogged. I was shocked at the time, but on some level I wanted to believe that he might. Everyone wants to be loved. He may love me. I am just sure that he doesn't love me the way I need to be loved. Bottom line.... that is what is important. If I don't remember that then I am as fucked up or more than he is.

The dilemma now is whether to even continue to see K as a friend or a fuckbuddy. If I do, isn't he the winner? We aren't too close and he gets to live this fantasy of abusive relationships. Somehow, I think the conflict between the two of us over the last week has fed that. I mean, as some of you have pointed out, I made him cry and he gets off on abuse. K needs professional help, which he is not now getting. So, maybe the end of K.

In the meantime, I totally fucking worked the The Cop over last night. He left a few hours ago very sore and totally not willing to give me some more this morning. I had to settle for a tame morning blowjob.

A shout out to my new Cockwhore. You know who you are, if you are reading. I suspect you maybe. Maybe I'll fuck you next time, if you serve me well!

Finally, so fortunate to have cocksuckers to enjoy. Thugboy and The Kid have been a telephone call away all week. I am amazed how eager The Kid has been. He is on his way over now!

K - It's NOT all about me............. Pt. 2

2007-08-07T14:58:00.000-04:00

I appreciate all of the e-mails I have received. I have cooled off or relaxed ... whatever it is and finally talked with K today. I won't get into every detail, but it is pretty obvious that this is far more about him and me.

Yes, I may not be behaving properly. Yes, it appears that on some level K wanted me to find this out. It was a casual night at my place. He could have made an excuse and not showed. He could have made an excuse and I wouldn't have undressed him. There was no way I was going see his body and not notice the cigarette burn marks. He wanted me to know this.

Bottom-line, as I told K today, I am not going to burn him with cigarettes or do any other things along this line. I think that he may have wanted to push me away and he has been successful. I told him that I was shocked because outwardly I thought we were learning each other and growing closer. I think I was getting too close and he grew uncomfortable. I think he can deal with the level of intimacy that results in him being used or being burned with a cigarette. I don't think he can deal with the intimacy that we were developing.

Finally, to those who correctly pointed out that I was still hooking up. That is correct. K and I had the talk and he wanted me to continue hooking up and to include him occasionally. The hookup is not why I lost it. If I had been jealous, I would have made a play for exclusivity. I was attempting to accommodate to his needs to a certain level, but I can't be something I am not. Also, I don't expect K to be something he is not. I don't know where we are, but it is very far apart today.

He is crying. He is upset. I am upset too. I doubt we will both come out of this happy.

K - It's NOT all about me.............

2007-08-05T22:06:00.000-04:00

I had a casual evening at home with K Friday evening. We had a bottle of wine and were playing around on the couch in front of the tv. I casually started to peel his clothes off as we messed around. I sensed a little hesitancy, which is out of the ordinary. Usually, I can do what ever I like with him.

When I got to his ass, he got really strange and started to turn away from me. He has the firm, round ass of a soccer player. It makes my mouth water and I frankly wanted to eat a little and fuck him on the couch. In a manner very out of character, he put up a little resistance to being turned over. I was determined and turned him over and made a discovery. He had a quarter-sized burn mark on his lower left butt cheek that was red, nasty-looking and starting to scab over. I immediately turned the lights on and discovered several other similar burn marks in other locations.

Long story short - after some concern and a little bit of ugliness, I discovered that the burn marks are cigarette burns from a recent hookup with a dominant top fuckbuddy that K has recently acquired. It appears that K forgot to require that his fuckbuddy leave no marks and well the rest is pretty obvious.

I immediately had a very bad reaction. I was totally fucking pissed off. I looked K straight in the eye and tossed his words about it being all about me right back at him. It was very obvious that his sexual pleasure was NOT all about me at all. I told K to leave and he was visibly upset and crying as I closed the door on him.

I have thought about this since Friday. I almost didn’t Blog this because I realize I am hurt. I am not hurt because he is fucking someone else. This surprised me, but I can’t be jealous because I am certainly doing my thing. Frankly, K encouraged me to hookup. What hurts me is that obviously what K desires sexually is even more way-out than I was willing to recognize. While I thought we were figuring each other out and he was verbalizing what I wanted to hear…………………… he needed to be dominated and burnt with a cigarette.

DADNSONCT - Pt. 2

2007-08-02T20:58:00.000-04:00

The Dad had opened his previous e-mail with, "How would you like to use my Son again in July?" Since then, I hadn’t heard anything. Last Thursday, I received an e-mail from DADNSONCT that simply gave me the name of a hotel at BWI Arirport near Baltimore, a room number and indicated after 4:00PM on Friday. It took me 30 seconds to confirm by e-mail that I would be there and Friday afternoon shortly after 4:00PM I was standing at the door to that room.

The door was slightly ajar when I got there, so I pushed it open and quietly announced that I was there as I closed the door behind me. The Son was stretched out on the bed wearing a white jock. He had that same timid look I remembered from our last encounter, but he did crack a smile when he saw me. The Dad was nowhere to be found. I asked the Son where his Dad was. The Son smiled and said, “Dad told me that you were coming at 4 o’clock and to make sure you left happy.”

I immediately started to pull my clothes off and crawled on to the bed with the Son. When I reached for him, he pretended to resist and we wrestled around on the bed for a minute or so and soon his lips were on mine and we started to make out. After a few minutes of this, the Son freed himself and crawled up to straddle my chest. We continued to kiss and he gently tugged on my nipples. After a while, his tongue was swirling around my bellybutton and a short time later I could feel him nuzzling and gently kissing my cock. This continued until I reached down and grabbed the back of his head with one hand and my cock with the other hand and pushed my cock into his warm eager mouth.

I fucked his face for a while firmly but gently using my hand on the back of his head to move him up and down on my shaft. Then he reached out and grabbed the base of my cock with his hand and started to bob up and down on me taking more of my cock with each stroke. The Son obviously loves cock. He would alternative between bobbing and deep-throating my cock and sucking on the head and licking my shaft and balls. He was obviously fully aware of where I was, because each time I approached the point of no return he would slowdown, or change his stroke or move to my balls and nuzzle them. The Son is a skilled cocksucker and a master of his technique. He edged me and re-edged me until I was ready to beg him to finish. Finally, he stopped, took my cock in his hand, looked deeply into my eyes and finished me off in his mouth with his mouth and hand.

The Son then crawled up beside me and coyly opened his mouth, so that I could see he was holding my load in his mouth. He moved his tongue around and I could see strings of my cum slide off of his tongue. Then he gently tugged my hand up to his throat, closed his mouth and swallowed my load. He wanted me to feel his throat swallowing my cum. He licked his lips, smiled and we spooned and cuddled on the bed. This lasted for I don’t know how long.

He looked good and felt good. I could not keep my hands off of him. I started to feel his tight thighs and squeeze his ass. We wrestled some more and finally he got a vary serious look on his face and asked, “Aren’t you going to fuck me?” I was instantly hard again. I told him with total sincerity that that was the reason I had come. And that was the truth! Together we got my cock wrapped and both of us lubed. Then as quick as lightening, he was on his back and was pulling his legs up beside his head.

I moved over him and forced my cock right in. It took about three firm thrusts, but his ass soon swallowed my whole cock. The Son was very tight as I remembered. He also has one of those asses that seem to mold around your cock and cling to you. Makes a guy think the ass was made for his cock. The Son is not virgin, but there is no mileage on his ass. Almost from my first thrust he was grunting and moaning. I like noise. There is something very erotic about the sounds some guys make as you work your cock into them. The Son was obviously enjoying it. It soon occurred to me that the Son might have been the reason for my invitation from the Dad to use him again. This boy wasn’t acting and the Dad was still nowhere to be found. I aggressively drilled his ass for what seemed like 20 minutes or more. He grunted and moaned louder as time passed. My cock tingled as I drove it into him and pulled it back out. Soon, I was there and had no desire to hold back. I blasted a load into him as I made one last thrust. It was intense and I must have been expressive, because suddenly the Son was kind of giggling at me and had wrapped his arms around me.

We curled back up and cuddled again for a while. I finally looked at the clock radio and realized it was 6:25PM. I had been with the Son for more than 2 hours. It was intense and passionate! The Son had a well-fucked look on his face. I told him my time was up. I remembered that he wasn’t my son. I was just using him by invitation. I cleaned up, dressed and headed home. Thanks again, Dad!!!

A Late Night Cellphone Call

2007-07-23T20:42:00.000-04:00

Saturday morning at 2:20AM, my cellphone rang and woke me from a sound sleep. It was The Cop. He was recently off his shift, apparently had been drinking and wanted to come by. I was almost pissed because of the time, but the tone in his voice was so sheepish and apologetic I couldn’t be mad. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that only a few hours before The Kid had been on the floor between my legs draining a load before I crashed.

The Cop has this way of almost sounding like he is begging to have sex with me and hearing this hottie begging for it gets me hot every time. He works shifts, so we have had sex at various times during the day. We have this routine where sometimes it is a sweaty quickie and other times we actually have some pretty passionate sex. This was his first middle-of-the night call, but what the fuck. Soon I was saying yes and telling him the back door would be open and to come up stairs. I fairly quickly fell asleep again.

Fast forward I am not sure how much later and I awoke to the feeling of someone licking my balls and shaft. I could smell the combination of beer and his smell in bed with me. He was hungrily working my cock and I ccould hear him grunting under the covers as he worked himself. I lazily reached down and put a hand on the back of his head and started to force his head down on my cock. He responded and took a big mouthful and I could feel him working his tongue along the under side of my shaft. After a few minutes of this, he came up from my crotch and we kissed passionately and made out for a while. He made a point of thanking me for letting him come over.

At this point, I am totally awake and totally aroused. Before I could make a move, The Cop had my cock wrapped and had lifted himself over me and straddled my crotch. He took one hand and grabbed my cock and pushed it between the cheeks of his beautiful bubble ass and started to work himself down on it. In the shadows from the street light through my bedroom window, I could make out his muscular shaped and his tight 8-pack of abs poised above my cock and I almost came from the sight. He is an incredible specimen. He slowly worked himself down over the shaft of my cock and I could hear him gulp a few times before I felt him resting against my pubes. He started to ride me slowly and soon built up to frantic pace. I didn’t last more than 90 seconds and I didn’t care. I couldn’t see his face, but I reached out and grabbed his waist with my hands as I exploded into him and groaned out how much I like it. He keeped riding until he shot a load all over me and then he fell down on me and gave me a passionate kiss.

We cuddled for a while and eventually I fell asleep again. When I woke up later Saturday morning, my bed and I both smelled of The Cop and our sex. He was gone.

Thursday over a Beer

2007-07-20T19:59:00.000-04:00

There is a little sandwich shop near my office that has a food bar and a liquor license. It isn't exactly a bar, but I have gotten into the habit of stopping there after work occasionally and grabbing something to munch on and a drink and watching whatever sport is playing on the flat screen tv's. Lately, I have been catching an occasional European Football (Soccer) match.

Thursday, I went in to grab a beer and relax. I have said before, I am not always the most confident guy in the pickup department and I don’t always have the best gaydar. Having said that, as I enjoyed my sandwich and beer and tried to relax and decompress from a really shitty day this incredibly handsome construction worker pulled up the stool next to me.

Construction Man had obviously been working all day. His work clothes were dirty and covered in dust. He had a mild smell of sweat from being outside in the DC heat. He was an extremely handsome man. Handsome enough that I found myself taking another look and thinking how attractive he was. He was early 30’s, with thick wavy dark brown hair, 6’ plus tall, probably 200 lbs. and his skin was darkly tanned from working outside. His easy were a very striking pale blue color. He was very well built. From the definition of his arms and how his shirt clung to his back and shoulders, I could tell he had the muscular body of someone who did hard manual labor. Totally fucking hot and at first glance too good to be true. It frankly never crossed my mind that he might be interested.

I continued to relax and eat my sandwich and nurse my beer. My work cell rang and I spent a few minutes dealing with more bullshit from work. Construction Man checked out the menu and I noticed him order. During my cell conversation he got up and left and then returned to sit in the stool right next to mine. This is when it occurred to me that the shop was nearly empty and that there were plenty of stools and tables to sit at.

Soon Construction Man was chattering away about work, the heat and how nice this place was etc. etc. etc. After a few minutes we were having a nice conversation. He is working on a new condo building going up a few blocks from my office. Soon he is telling me his girlfriend is out of town at the beach in Ocean City. He is from Baltimore County, MD, which is north of DC near the City of Baltimore. This goes on for about 20-30 minutes, while I downed another beer. It still wasn’t clear to me whether he was cruising me or just being friendly. As I said, I can be slow. But he was so fucking handsome and friendly that as I got up to leave, I grabbed a napkin off the bar and scratched my cell number down and pushed it across the counter. “Call me if you are up for a beer or something….”, and headed home.

Two hours later, my cell phone rang. It flashed unknown number, but I answered with my usual a “Hello.” The voice on the line was Construction Man. The voice was deep, but tentative. He had a name. He was quick to remind me where we had met and that I had given him the number. He fumbled with his words for a minute and then asked, “Are you gay?”. I said that I was. He then asked if he could come over. He said, “I’ll bring the beer”, which I thought was very cute. I told him my address and 20 minutes later he was standing at my door with no beer.

Construction Man was uncomfortable, but he made himself at home on my couch. I offered him a drink, but he declined. We made disjointed small talk for a few minutes with a few long awkward silences. Finally, this beautiful man blurts out, “Can I suck you dick?” I said, “Sure”, and got up and lead him by the hand upstairs to my bedroom.

In my bedroom, he immediately got down on his knees as I turned toward him and grabbed at my crotch as he fumbled with the waistband of my shorts. He grabbed at my growing cock and licked the head and rubbed his tongue all over the underside of the shaft. He then took whole head in his mouth and started to suck hard and slowly slurped most of the shaft into his mouth. He started to bob his head on my cock and looked up at me with a look of satisfied hunger in those striking pale blue eyes.

I freed myself from my shorts and moved us closer to a wall for support. He followed without missing his focus or a stroke on my cock. Once at the wall, I put both of my hands on the back of his head and held it while I slowly began to thrust my cock in and out of his mouth. I was fucking his face gently to see how he would react. He grabbed the back of my legs with his hands and opened his mouth even wider to take more of me. He looked up at me again and I slide my hands to the side of his face and started to more aggressively work more and more of my cock past his lips and down his throat.

After several minutes of getting his face fucked, he grabbed onto the base of my cock and tugged it out of his mouth. He gasped for some air briefly. He licked his lips and stared at my cock. It was wet from his mouth and I could feel his breath on me. He pulled my cock up toward my stomach and slowly stroked the underside of the shaft as he buried his face in my ball sack and licked and sucked on my balls. At this point I was moaning, panting and telling him I wanted more. My balls were wet from his tongue and tingled from his breath. He softly nibbled on my balls as he licked. He slowly took each ball into his mouth and I could feel him work his tongue over them through my sack.

After several more minutes, he swallowed my cock to the pubes and started to bob his head on my cock, deep-throating me and rubbing his hand on my wet balls. At this point I was loosing it. My head was spinning and I could feel my groin start to tingle. I groaned that I was cumming. I was totally in a zone and going over the edge. At I let go with a substantial load, he came of my cock and each spurt splashed directly into his face. After I stopped shooting, he continued to squeeze my cock at the base, milking out every last drop of cum. Then he licked of the drops hanging onto the end of my cock.

He got up off of the floor and asked if he could clean up some. I pointed to the bathroom door and sat down to collect myself. The Dude gave great head, but it was obvious that we were done. When he came out of the bathroom. He was freshly scrubbed and ready to go. At my front door, he asked me if we could do this again sometime and I said sure and then he was gone.

As Promised - Hook-ups During my Trip to Europe

2007-07-09T20:17:00.000-04:00

I promised an update on my trip to Europe when I got back in June, but work and life have distracted me from writing. I was in Europe for about 3 weeks in May and June. I had a meeting in Germany and a later meeting in Italy at the end of May for two different projects I am in charge of at work. There was a gap of time between the two meetings, so I hopped a train to Switzerland and spent a few days in Interlaken and Zurich.

Gareth - a brunette English lad on the train from Zurich to Milan.

The train from Zurich to Milan passes through Zug, Arth Goldau, Airolo, Bellinzona, Lugano, Chiasso (border town to Italy) and then Comon, Monza and Milan Central Station. This train leaves almost hourly from Zurich. I was late and missed the 16:00 train I originally intended to take. Instead, I caught the 17:00 train.

I first saw Gareth on the platform as my train rolled into the station at Arth Goldau. He was in his mid 20's – maybe 6’1” - good body with broad shoulders. His hair was light brunette. He had a couple of day’s growth of beard on his face. He was wearing hiking boots and a pair of tan-brown hiking shorts with a ton of pockets. He had a black t-shirt with "FBI" lettered across his chest covered with an un-buttoned oxford shirt. His face was slightly sunburned – and the ruddiness of his burn accentuated his bright blue eyes.

He was a hottie and definitely caught my attention, but it was momentary and I went back to the book I was reading. About 15-20 minutes later, he was standing in the aisle adjacent to my seat stowing his pack in the overhead. Exactly the same, but now totally clean-shaven. His eyes were even bluer up close. I flashed a smile and he flashed one back. Then dropped into the seat next to mine.

The train ride from Zurich to Milan is almost 4 hours long. I read and watched the beautiful scenery that passed by a good part of the way and Gareth slept. Shortly after we crossed into Italy, he started to stir. Dug around in his pack. Did some re-packing and read a magazine for a while. It wasn’t long until he asked me in a very proper English accent, “You are an American aren’t you?” One thing led to another and we made small talk about a lot of subjects. He soon knew a little about me and I knew he was a student taking a year off to travel around Europe. And it wasn’t long until it was pretty apparent that he was overtly flirting with me. He was still flirting and we were discussing European football by the time the Milan Central Station was announced and the train slowed and rolled into the platform.

As we crawled down from the car onto the platform and began to walk toward the station, I mentioned that I was going to grab something to eat and extended an invite which Gareth jumped at instantly. Outside I grabbed a cab and gave the driver the address for my hotel.

Dinner at a nearby café was extended in the Italian fashion and we killed 2 bottles of wine between us. More talk and more flirting and soon he was following me back to my hotel and trying to appear innocent, while I checked into my room.

As soon as we were in the room, we were tearing each other’s clothes off and rolling around on the bed. He immediately reached for my cock and I was rock hard. We kissed and groped and he played with my cock. I grabbed his uncut cock and it was expanding in size. It felt great. It was smooth and very white under his tanned torso. Gareth kissed and licked his way down to my crotch and took my cock in his mouth. He was a very skilled cocksucker!!! I ran my hands through his hair and gently used my hand on the back of his head to fuck his face. This went on for a while and I was totally into it. He came back up and gave me a very passionate kiss. He then asked if I had a condom and lube. I got up and dug through my bag to find both. Back on the bed, he playfully put the condom on my cock and then crawled up and straddled me – burying my cock deep into his tight young ass. His ass was very warm and he groaned and closed his eyes tight as he sank down on me.

Gareth rode my cock like a champ – his cock and balls flapped against my stomach. I ran my hands over his chest as he rode me. I played with his nipples – they got rock hard. I played with his engorged cock until suddenly his cock erupted and he shot his creamy load all over my chest with some landing on my chin. His ass tightened around my cock and that finally sent me over the edge. I shot in his ass and he kept riding me until finally he collapsed on top of me. His cum and our sweat sticking us to each other. He kissed me again deeply and passionately. My cock slid out of his ass and he moved his body next to mine. We fell asleep and neither of us moved until the next morning. We spent the next day and night together. I had to move on to Rome and regrettably Gareth was headed into the mountains for some more hiking. He said we should stay in touch. We exchanged numbers and e-mail addresses. I have already shared several e-mails with him, since I returned home. Maybe there is more to come from this meeting.

Pascale - a dark-haired Italian hunk at my hotel in Rome.

I arrived in Rome on the EuroStar from Milan, which made one stop in Firenze (Florence), at around 13:30. Cabbed over to my hotel near the Spanish Steps. This hotel was very very swank in a great area of the city. I spent most of the next day exploring Rome and a few minutes here and there on preparing for my meeting at the end of the week and phone calls. I used the hotel service to press my suit for the meeting and shortly before I was planning to head out to grab dinner one evening, Pascale knocked on my door with my freshly pressed suit.

If you are familiar with Italian men, you know how self-assured – cocky – and hot they can be. They have a darker Mediterranean coloring with passionate expressive eyes and sensuous lips. You look up at them and they are almost always studying you. And the bodies on these guys, lean and defined all wearing thin skin-tight shirts and tight pants. Incredible!!! Having said that, Pascale was a typical Italian man in his early 30’s wearing a painted on hotel uniform that showed-off a very nice round bubble ass.

As I opened the door and he greeted me, I know that I was staring. I couldn’t help it. His eyes locked on mine and he was immediately all smiles and friendly. He spoke very good English with a sexy Italian accent. One thing lead to another and he was recommending a restaurant near the hotel and we were chatting about Rome. I left my room right after Pascale and followed him down the hallway toward the elevator. My eyes were glued to his ass as he confidently strutted in front of me. At the elevator, he gave me a look and told me to, “Ask for Pascale, if you need anything.” I jumped at the opening to ask when he was finished working for the day and to extend an open invitation for him to stop back at my room for a drink. All I got was a smile and a “Si”.

I went to dinner and enjoyed a stroll through the streets near the hotel. I wasn’t sure whether Pascale understood my offer or whether he was even interested. I returned to the hotel and took a short shower to wash the city off and crawled onto my bed to watch CNN International. I must have dosed off, because I woke up to knocking on my door. I got up and opened the door to find a smiling Pascale standing out side. It took him a second to duck inside and I closed the door.

Pascale was about 5’11” and had a lean, tight compact body. He was solid, but may have only weighed 150lbs. He had dark brown hair and hazel green eyes. He just exuded sexuality. As I turned toward him he had one hand cupped over his crotch and his other hand extended toward me. I reached for it and he lead me to the bed. We were all over each other. We alternated between making out and taking each other’s clothes off. Soon I could see all of him in his perfection. He was totally smooth and had a gigantic uncut cock that was longer than 9” and so thick that I could not get my hand completely around it. It was the most impressive cock I have ever seen!!!

Soon Pascale had swallowed my cock to my pubes. He gently but eagerly devoured it as he worked my balls with his hand. The combination of his cocksucking technique and the visual of him stretched out between my legs had my head swimming. I also had an overwhelming desire to suck his cock. I had never seen such a large one and had to have it. I worked my way around until we were side-by-side 69’ing. I could barely get the whole head of his cock into my mouth. I used one hand to grab this monster and used the other to pull his foreskin back and had my desert. We went at each other like this without stopping for a while. As I bathed his cock with my mouth and tongue, I tried not to think about it but I felt things building between my legs and Pascale was dripping pre-cum.

Without any formalities, Pascale suddenly came off my cock arched his back and gasped loudly as his cock shot 5 large geysers of cum up into the air as I ran my tongue up and down his shaft. His spunk was all over both of us as he eagerly went about finishing me off. I was spent as I laid beside this Roman hunk and stared at his beautiful cock.

As quickly as he came, Pascale was ready to leave. He cleaned-up in the bathroom and quickly re-dressed. As he went to the door, he smiled back at me and said. “Circumcised ...first time. Ciao ”

Where Things are with K

2007-06-16T19:27:00.001-04:00

I have been getting a fairly consistent stream of e-mails asking about K. I have called him my quasi bf and he is a little more than that at this point. I have been quiet about him lately on this Blog, because I am conflicted about what we have and what we can have. I am incredibily physically attracted to him. He is an all-American-fucking hottie. I enjoy his company. We have fun together and he is intelligent enough to talk to when my hard-on is gone, which is a very rare combination.

The whole "having a relationship with a guy who wants to be my fag thing..." remains an issue. I have gone back and forth in my mind about whether this is my issue or his issue. I have posted about one role-playing game I played with him. I haven't posted about some others. The games where fine, but frankly as I told him last week when I got back from my trip, "I'd rather fuck him than have him watch me fuck other people".

So, we had another really in depth conversation about him. To respect his privacy (seriously), I am not going to get into every specific detail. After hearing his story, it is amazing he is as together as he seems to be. We all have our stories. Being who we are definitely has a level of hurt and emotional pain caused by those in our lives who don't or refuse to accept us. He had a very hard family life. He was on the street alone as a teenager. He bounced around and was exploited. He was fairly brutally raped by a guy he knew casually. Most of his previous relationships have been with older dominant guys and he has developed a preference for this dynamic in relationships. And (drums rolling here), he loves me. This popped out during our conversation.

After hours of talking, I may have had a epiphany. K kept saying that, "To me its all about you..." He has said this previously, but I may not have been hearing him in the noise of everything else we discussed. We have been together about 5 months. I have been fumbling around trying to understand what I needed to do to get close to him and it appears that I just need to be me. He was very clear that if I needed something, I need to say something. So, I flatly asked him if I just need some vanilla intimacy is that where he can be? He says, "Yes".... so, I guess we will take it as it goes for now.

Fast foward - Friday afternoon I called K and told him to meet me at my place after work. I also gave him a shopping list for dinner. We cooked dinner. We ate it. Enjoyed a DVD I rented. Then we went upstair and I fucking used him.

We started off by making out for a few minutes. I could not resist not having his clothes off and I told him so. We both undressed him with each of us tearing something he was wearing off. I pushed him down on the bed and really started to enjoy his ass. He has a nice firm hard round ass. It is smooth and it smelled of my soap. Obviously, he had prepared for my treat. K is very responsive and he bucked and his ass clinched as he moaned in response to my munching. It didn't take long until the hardness of my cock changed my focus. I hurriedly tore off my clothes.

I lifted K up and flipped him over on his back. I wanted to see his face. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to watch the pleasure on my face as I took him. I told him to keep his eyes open and look at me. Without losing eye contact, I grabbed my cock as I lifted his legs up above his head and rubbed my cock along his crack. I could feel the dampness from my munching and when my cock hit his hole, I jammed it into him with all the thrust I could muster. He gulped and I could feel his ass adjust around me. It was clenching and opening and the whole time K's green eyes stared up at me.

I started sliding in and out of him building up tempo until I was pounding him so hard I could hear the smacking of me against him. He just moaned and met my thrusts. After a few minutes, I manuevered him back around until he was lying on his stomach and continued to drill him hard. Then when I felt the pressure building in my cock, I just let loose. I didn't say anything. I just finished. Fuck it felt so good!

We did it twice more through the night. This morning all was good and we spent a leisurely morning around the City. So, that's where things are with K..................

DADNSONCT Update

2007-06-08T20:40:00.001-04:00

I heard from the couple formerly known on DADNSONCT on Manhunt. I wrote in April that the Dad shared his Son with me in Dallas. They have since changed their screen-id after many contacts from readers of this Blog. No, I will not post their new screen-id. They will be in Baltimore in July. The Dad opened his e-mail with, "How would you like to use my Son again in July?"

I am extremely flattered. First, I really enjoyed the whole encounter with them in Dallas. I am hard right now thinking about it. Second, they must have enjoyed it too, because they contacted me about meeting again.

Latin Fuck

2007-06-07T22:11:00.000-04:00

The Wednesday before I left on my trip to Europe I connected with a hot young Latin bottom near Gallery Place in downtown DC. I was minding my business eating a sandwich for dinner that evening and I noticed this fairly attractive Latin guy keep working his way around the Plaza and watching me. Finally, I made a point of making eye contact and nodding his way.

Almost immediately, he came over and we made some small talk. He was about 5'6" tall and very compactly built. He was wearing a pair of western-style blue jeans that were pretty tight fitting and a pair of boots. He had a tight white t-shirt on covered with an un-buttoned white shirt. He looked good. The jeans showed off a nice round bubble-butt and the outline of a fair large package. I could see a six-pack through the t-shirt. He spoke pretty heavily accented English, but I could clearly understand him when he asked if I wanted him to blow me. I said sure and he invited me back to his apartment.

His apartment turned out to be only a few blocks away off of Massachusetts Avenue. As soon as we got inside and he closed the door, he fell to his knees in front of me. By this point, I was only semi-hard but I pulled my cock out and grabbed the back of his head and forced it into his mouth. It didn’t take long for me to get hard. He started to bob on my cock and grabbed my balls with one of his hands. He was definitely eager and hungry, but the head was only so so. He worked my cock and squeezed my balls for about 10 minutes. Then he stopped and started to work my cock with his other hand and licked at the head. It wasn’t exactly working for me at this point, so I looked down at him and asked, “Do you want to get fucked?” He said, “Yes.”

He got up off the floor in front of me and I followed him around a wall in the open area of the apartment to a bed that was behind the wall. He started to peel off his cloths and I could see that his body was very tight and well defined. The brown-ness of his skin made his muscle tone look very defined and smooth at the same time. He was very smooth. As I undressed, he fumbled in a box beside his bed and pulled out a condom. He got back done on his knees in front of me and licked the end of my cock while he tore open the condom wrapper. Then he gently applied the condom to the end of my cock and rolled it down my shaft. When he was finished wrapping my cock, he quickly crawl up on the bed and got on all fours.

At this point, I saw his smooth brown ass stuck out waiting to be penetrated and I was ready. There was no lube so I spit on my hand a few times and worked the end of my wrapped cock with my wet hand. I crawled up on the bed behind him and moved his legs apart slightly to lower his ass down to the bed a little and pushed my cock head into his pucker between his smooth brown ass cheeks. With my first aggressive thrust, I forced about half of my cock inside him. He bucked up and away almost immediately as I entered him. I quickly made another hard thrust and pushed the rest of my cock into him. He was tight and without lube I could feel his ass giving away around the shaft of my cock as I pushed into him. Immediately, his hands went out wide in front of him and he grabbed the bed sheet in both of his hands and began moaning in Spanish. I have no fucking clue what he was moaning, but the harder I thrusted my cock into him the tighter he grabbed the bed sheet and the loader he moaned in Spanish. It became a cycle; because the more he moaned the harder I wanted to bang his ass. It was fucking hot. I just flat out fucked away at him for about 5 minutes. Then, I let loose with a massive load into the condom wrapped around my cock.

As I pulled out of him, he collapsed onto the bed panting and rolled onto his side. He furiously grabbed his own cock, which was very large and uncut and cranked a load of his cum out onto the bed beside him in about 30 seconds. I pulled the condom off my cock and grabbed his head and pushed him back down on my still engorged cock to let him clean it off. I didn't feel another nut coming, so I pulled my cock out of his mouth after a few minutes and crawled off the bed and started to get dressed. He remained on the bed looking up at me with an obviously well fucked look on his face.

On the way toward the door, I asked him, "Can I come back and get some more?" He gave me a telephone number and I left.

During my trip, I thought several times about how hot it had been to fuck this Latin guy as he grabbed at the bed sheet and moaned loudly in Spanish. Tonight I called the telephone number and it is disconnected. Too bad. I wanted more!!!

Still Here

2007-06-04T22:33:00.000-04:00

Ok. I am still here and enjoying my escapades as a top in DC.

I have been in Europe for the last two weeks for work. I know.......... poor me! Unfortunately, I didn't have the best web access or the time to post. I have some updates and promise to post soon.

Friday Night I used K

2007-05-05T20:33:00.000-04:00

I called K Friday afternoon and told him to be waiting for me at my place at 5:30PM. He was instantly excited. He even e-mailed me late in the afternoon to tell me how anxious he was to see me.

I knew K would be sitting on my front stoop at 5:30PM, so I called Thugboy and set him up to be at my place at 5:30PM too. I told him another sub white guy would be there. He would be watching and might join in with him.

As I approached my place, I could see from down the street that K was sitting on my stoop and Thugboy was hunkered down on the curb out front. I nodded to Thugboy and invited him into the house. As I passed K, I told him to get inside.

I headed straight upstairs and kicked off my shoes and peeled off my pants. I kicked back in a comfortable chair and Thugboy crawled down between my legs and went to work. He was as eager as ever and has learned exactly what to do with his mouth to my cock to send me over the edge. I just leaned my head back in the chair and enjoyed how good my cock felt. Thugboy was getting vocal with what a great cock I have and how good it tasted. My hand went to the back of his head and I was pushing him down on me a little more each time he bobbed his head. I glanced over and saw K standing just inside the doorway. He had a perplexed look on his face but he was watching everything. Thugboy eadged me each time i got close. He licked my shaft, worked my balls or he worked his way down under my sack with his tongue. Finally after what seemed like forever, I felt it building deep in my groin. I guided Thugboy back to my cock and pushed his head down as I released my load into his eager mouth and came loadly. It didn't take long for Thugboy to be on his way and then it was just K and me.

I looked over at K and told him to get out of his cloths and come clean me off. He was almost shaking as he crawled between my legs and began to lick me clean with his tongue. I watched him, but he didn't look at me. In fact, he avoided looking at me. My cock got semi-hard after a few minutes and then I could feel that I had to take a piss. I told K to get up and go into my bathroom. I followed after him and told him to get into my shower and get on his knees. The whole time he was doing everything as I told him to and he was not questioning my instructions and he deliberately avoided eye contact with me. I stood over him and took my cock in my hand and let loose with a warm stream of piss all over him. When I was finished, I shook my cock over his face and headed down stairs to start dinner.

I could hear the shower running upstairs. K was cleaning himself off. He was a long time coming downstairs. The salad was made. The chicken was almost finished broiling and I had two plates and settings out. He looked fantastic as he walked into the kitchen. He has this incredible soccer player bod with light brown hair and green eyes that flash when he talks. He could be an underwear model. I could feel my cock stirring again. I handed him the wine to open and we sat down to a quiet dinner and finished off the bottle wine. I didn't even mention what had happened so far this evening upstairs.

After dinner, we curled up and watched a Manchester United Game that I had Tivo'ed from earlier this week. At the Half, I looked at him and told him he was getting fucked tonite. He responded, "Yes Sir."

After the game, I took K by the hand and led him up to my bedroom. He was mine all night any way I decided to have him. As much as I enjoyed it, it was clear by how he responded and how he reacted that he enjoyed it more! I have made him my fag!

Bored at Work Today

2007-05-02T15:16:00.000-04:00

Today, I was bored at work and feeling very un-settled and antsy. Not sure why. I know I haven’t been sleeping in my own bed much lately and that probably was a major part of it.

I grabbed a sandwich from the shop downstairs and started cruising through posts on CL at my desk. I came across the following post with a picture of a tight little bubble-ass attached:

hard driving tops needed – 29

called in sick today and i am horny as hell.

anybody into some rough, hard, hair pulling, ass slapping, wild monkey sex?

The picture had my cock tingling along with the impulse to just go take what I wanted. The guy was eager and lives in a neighborhood very close in to downtown. It took exactly 3 e-mails until I had his address and pass code. He told me he was waiting in his apartment. It took me about 10 minutes to get to his apartment door.

I knocked and the door swung open partway. Young Mr. Monkey Sex was standing behind the apartment door naked and hard as a rock. He looked younger than 29. He had a nice very defined body. He was smooth. His abs and his legs were as nice and as firm as his round bubble-ass. He kinda gave me a nod and a half-smile as he closed the door and turned to walk into the apartment. His ass looked great bobbing over his legs. It had a slight dimple on the side of each cheek and little creases where it settled onto his thighs. Impulse took over.

We were in a moderate-sized foyer immediately inside his apartment. The foyer had a hard slat/tiled floor. There was a rectangular area rug covering the floor. My cock was rock hard. I had been aroused the whole way to this guy’s apartment. On impulse, I reached for his shoulder and grasped it to turn him to face me. As I turned him and pushed him down toward the floor with one had, I freed my cock from my pants with my other hand. When he was on the floor, I grabbed the back of his head and fed my cock into his mouth. He eagerly took the whole shaft to my pubes and reached under my ball sack with one of his hands to knead my balls. His throat felt great and he was noisily taking my cock as I fed it to him fairly aggressively with my hand firmly on the back of his head. After a few minutes of fucking his mouth, I pushed him face done on the area rug and grabbed an ass cheek firmly with each hand to get access to his hole. It was clean, hairless and slightly pink. I could not resist munching on it. His ass felt great in my hands and it tasted fantastic. He was immediately responsive as I probed him with my tongue and kneaded him with my hands.

After a few minutes of driving him crazy eating his ass, he started to groan and plead for me to fuck him now. Over and over he begged me to fuck him. With out any discussion, I crawled up over his back and took my cock in my hand to force it into his ass. I could feel the tightness of his pucker against my cock. I didn’t ask how he wanted it. I just forced my cock past his pucker and pivoted my hips, so that I could use his body against the floor and the weight of my body to force my cock into him. I could feel the rim of his ass grabbing my shaft as I went deeper inside him and I could tell by his squirming under me and his gasping breathe that he was fighting to adjust to me forcing my way into him.

I didn’t even wait for him to adjust to me. I held him against the floor as he squirmed and started to thrust deep into his tight ass pulling my cock about halfway out and plunging it back inside him with each thrust. His squirming under me had caused the area rug we were fucking on now to slide so that his head was now banging against the wall. After a few minutes, he stopped squirming and started to meet each of my thrusts arching his back and lifting his ass up against me. He started to whimper oh yes, oh yes…, so I continued to pound his ass turned on by how clearly Mr. Monkey Sex was enjoying it.

After a few more minutes, I started to feel my release building. I was fucking Mr. Monkey Sex raw, so I announced that I was close. I felt him tense under me and he gasped for me not to cum inside him. After a few more thrusts, I pulled out of him and grabbed the back of his head and shot a very big load all over his face. I rubbed a few drops of cum that were hanging on the end of my cock off against his pec and gave him a very firm slap across his round ass as I stood up. He was panting on the area rug with my load all over him and that half-smile on his face, as I straightened my cloths and pulled up and fasted my pants. I left totally satisfied without saying a word.

Sharing at the DFW Hyatt Regency

2007-04-28T14:58:00.000-04:00

I am still here. I am still alive. I am still enjoying my 2 cocksuckers and I have nailed AF twice recently. AF still has one spectacular ass!

My last post seriously pissed-off the vgl young guy I mentioned. Obviously, I handled that badly. Definitely my loss! I am new at this Blog, so I am going to have to feel my way around it.

I have been traveling 4 to 5 days per week lately. Work is crazy. I have been all over the Country recently. Tuesday and Wednesday, I was stranded at the Dallas-Ft. Worth International Airport by a canceled flight. I checked into the DFW Hyatt Regency, since my expense account was paying, and ordered some room service and took a long long hot shower. Got on Manhunt, while I munched on the room service, to cruise and relax. I thought I might stroke one off and crash.

After a few minutes on line and some BS chatting, I get IM'ed by a DADNSONCT. A Dad and his Son from CT, who were in the same hotel - DFW Hyatt. That got my attention. The Dad was an average white guy. He seemed fit. He said he was 40, I figure mid-forties 5'11" about 185lbs. Their profile described him as a dom Top. The Son was 22 and sweet! He was lean-thin defined with a 6-pac abs. In his profile pics he has a nice tan. The kid was 6' tall a nice round bubble but with blond hair and green eyes. He had a preppy/Opie/Boy-Next-Door look. Their profile described him as a very submissive oral bottom. Almost immediately after the Dad figured out that we were staying in the same hotel, he gives me an invitation to come fuck his Son. The Dad is cocky about the whole thing. He indicated that I could do anything I wanted with the Son. I jumped at the invitation and the next thing I know I was getting off the elevator and making my way down the hallway to their room.

The Dad opened the door and ushered me into the room. He was nude and looked better than his pics, but I wasn't there for him. The Son was laid out across the king-sized bed and looked great. He shot me a timid look and a smile as I came into the room. The Dad offered me a drink and we made some small talk. The son was quiet on the bed. They were traveling and stranded too. They had been fucking around all evening and the Dad wanted to share his Son. I tried to get some expression of interest from the Son, but he didn't say anything. When I came right out and asked him, the Dad broken in and said that "he does what I tell him to do".

It was their scene and I liked what I saw laying on the bed. I peeled off my cloths and crawled onto the bed with the Son. We started slowly making out. He was very obviously submissive and he was responsive. At one point, he whispered into my ear asking if I wanted him. I wanted him! We continued to make out and grope each other. We kissed and he kissed back. He felt sooooo good against me. His body was hard and firm, but his skin was soft and smooth. I am not sure I have ever felt a guy’s skin that was so soft. As I pushed his head down between my legs and slide my cock into his warm young mouth, I glanced over and the Dad was standing off from the bottom of the bed stroking as he watched me use his Son.

The head was great. He was eager but relaxed about it. It was clear that he would suck my cock all night, if I wanted him to. He slurped it, licked it and swallowed it to my pubes. The whole time I played with his beautiful round bubble ass. He groaned a little as I worked his pucker with my fingers, but never lost concentration on my cock. The Son could definite suck cock. I was in a good place, relaxed and I was definitely enjoying it. As I felt a tingling build in my cock, I decided it was time to fuck the Son.

I flipped the Son onto his back and pushed his legs into the air. He reached for a bottle of poppers that were on the stand beside the bed as I grabbed some lube and got ready to take what I came for. He took a large inhale into each nostril and his eyes left me and kinda rolled back under his eyelids. Seeing that he was ready for anything, I forced my cock into him and with one hard thrust buried it deep into him. His ass swallowed me up. I could tell he had been fucked already and he was opened up, but he still was tight enough that I could feel him cling to my shaft as I pulled halfway out and pushed back in a few times. The kid knew how to bottom. He grabbed his calves with each hand and I could feel him flexing his pucker around my cock. I started to work into a fairly aggressive and fast rhythm and he met every thrust. In no time, he was grunting with each thrust of my cock into him and soon he was whimpering a little too. The whole package was pretty fucking hot! I was ready to adopt him. I had been banging away into him and enjoying how he took it for about 5 to 10 minutes, when I could feel the finish building in my cock again. This time I had no desire to hold back. I let loose and finished very loudly. Loud enough that the kid re-focused on me and gave me a little smile. I basically fell onto him. He curled up around me and we laid there for a while.

I zoned for a bit and felt him slowly move back down between my legs. He took my cock gently into his mouth. I was soft and wasn’t sure there was anymore there. He was not put off by my soft cock. He kept working at it and licking it and nuzzling it until my cock began to spring back to life. As the Son worked me back up with his talented mouth, I saw the Dad in a chair watching everything we did.

Soon, the Son was straddling me and riding my cock. He looked beautiful with my cock buried in him raising and lowering himself on me. The visual of this gorgeous young boy’s body over me was extremely hot. I was oblivious to everything but how hot he was and how good my cock felt in him. He leaned forward and we began to kiss as he continued to ride my cock. That’s when I felt it. He hesitated for a brief moment and then I was no longer alone inside him. The sensation was great and a mystery until I realized that the Dad had entered him too from behind as the Son was riding me and kissing me. I now had the sensation of the Son’s talented ass and the sensation of another cock moving against mine inside him at the same time. It didn’t take very long until I came again loudly.

Pretty quickly, the Son had re-focused his attention to the Dad. They were going at each other and taking no notice of me on the other side of the king-sized bed. I watched them for a few minutes and it was obvious that the novelty of my presence was over. It was sure fucking great while it lasted. I crawled off the bed and pulled my cloths back on. The Dad and Son never lost their concentration on each other. I let myself out and headed back to my room to crash.

The Big Question?

2007-04-10T23:33:00.000-04:00

The big question is - to meet and/or have sex with readers of this Blog or not? I have received several contacts from readers of this Blog interested in meeting recently. One of those contacts from a vgl young guy is particularly appealing. Up to this point, I am positive no one knows who I am. I am not sure how obvious my identity may be to someone who reads this Blog. I actually never considered this eventuality when I began writing here. My purpose in writing this Blog was to describe my sexual escapades in my new city – DC. The object was to write about sex I had not to write in order to have sex. I am not sure this really matters, but I have certainly pondered this recently. If I begin to meet readers, my anonymity certainly will to disappear. I certainly wouldn’t be anonymous to any reader I might meet through this Blog and fuck.

Now for the big news - The Cop IM'ed me late Sunday evening. I was just about to signoff for the evening. Simple and direct. He was horny and looking to come over. He was really meek about it. Kinda acted like I might not be interested, which was a real ego boost since he is so FUCKING hot! As I was trying to act a little less excited about seeing him, I told him to come over.

About a half an hour later, he was standing outside my front door. It was cold outside, so he was wearing a green pea coat and jeans. Inside, I take his coat and he was in a white t-shirt that totally showed off his build. He thanked for letting him come over.

We made some small talk. I offered him a beer, which he declined We pretended to watch some TV for a few minutes. Finally, I said lets just go upstairs and fuck.

In my bedroom, I pulled him towards me and we started to kiss and make out. Almost instantly, I was rock hard. I grabbed at his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. I reached to unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans off, but he reached down to do it himself. While watching him strip, I got out of my cloths and we crawled up on my bed and started in again.

It was passionate! We explored each other and actually made love at some level. It was some of the most satisfying sex that I have had in a long time. There is no doubt that he was definitely into it as much as me, because he came loudly as I was fucking him and then begged me not to stop. The more this hunk begged for my dick the hotter I got. After I came, he went down on me until I was ready for round 2, which was more aggressive and fast. Finally, we dozed off holding each other and didn't wake up until my alarm sounded on Monday morning. It was a little awkward, because I don't think either of us had been planning to make it a sleep over. Waking up with this buck-naked sexy cop in my bed was a hell of a way to start the week off. Especially, when I grabbed some morning wake-up sex before he went on his way!

Update on K - Pt. 2

2007-04-06T15:14:00.000-04:00

I got an amazing amount of comments on my update post on K. I didn't realize that so many people were reading this Blog. There seems to be two clear consensuses from the e-mails I received from all of you: 1) K is broken and 2) I should just fuck him and enjoy myself. Can't say where my head is on this yet. We didn't go out last weekend and he is out of town this weekend. Lets see what happens.

The good news is that the big project I was working on at work is finished. Even better, it went off even better than I could have predicted. I am happy to say that I succeeded in making the "good impression" I was hoping to make at my new job. The bad news is that Wednesday evening I had to cancel a plan to fuck AF raw again. It has been more than 3 weeks since the last time I pumped a load into him. We had been planning it for almost a week and at the last minute I had to cancel. Can't get the thought of his ass out of my head now.

I am almost embarrassed to announce that I have acquired two personal cocksuckers. I have written about both Thugboy and The Kid. I have had fuckbuddies before and been in situations where I have hooked up regularly NSA, but this is a totally different situation. Both of these dudes are completely into sucking my cock on demand any way I want it. There is no interest in any type of reciprocation or additional contact. It is fucking hot! I get off on the control of the situation and frankly it is god dammed convenient!

Update on K

2007-03-25T17:11:00.000-04:00

I am going to devote this entire post to K. If you have been paying attention, I referred to him as a quasi bf a while back. We have been fairly consistently "dating" on Saturday nights since February. He is a real cutie with this all-American young guy look. He is 32 years old, but looks like he's late 20's. A former high school/college soccer jock with the soccer player bod to prove it. He has light brown hair and green eyes that kinda flash at you when he looks directly at you. He normally wears a pair of scholarly-looking glasses. He is always smiling and is generally an up person at all times. There is always a book that he is reading under his arm or in his satchel. He is engaging, very cute not overtly sexy, but you'd definitely have to take a second look if you passed him on the street. You literally want to fucking tear his clothes off and fuck him hard as soon as you see him.

Having said all of that, there has been virtually nothing of interest to post on this Blog yet. For the first 3 "dates", we parted at the New York Avenue Metro Station with a kiss and a hug. I would get off the train and he would ride on to Silver Spring. On "date" 4, I again invited him to get off the train and come back to my place. After he hesitated, I point blank invited myself to his place, but got put off. This was followed by a couple really sweet e-mails and a kind of uncomfortable phone conversation. Again nothing on "date" 5.

On "date" 6, K came back to my place. We cracked open a bottle of wine and found a movie on on-Demand and cuddled and kissed and enjoyed the wine and the movie. We also talked about sex. It turns out that he has had a rough life and his experience with men has been less than mutually respectful. He candidly told me that he is very submissive and enjoys being with older dominant men. He has been dis-owned by most of his family and raped brutally at one point early in his life. He said that he likes to be the "fag". I am familiar with the term fag, but how he used it baffled me. Some of what he described left me totally shocked. I don't think I am naive and occasionally have been involved in some kinky play, but I am frankly puzzled how to have a relationship with a guy that wants this type of thing regularly. In addition, he told me as he left that night that he wanted to by my "fag".

I don't know how to have a relationship with a guy who wants to be my "fag". I said this to him. I am not sure I even understand his reaction. He says it’s all about me?? So, there we are.

I can't force myself on to a guy who has been raped. I certainly enjoy control and can be dominant, but there is a tacit understanding and reality that the guy I am with is enjoying it. So far, I am not seeing that here.

"Date" 7 was last night. He did anything I asked him to do, but it was like being with a robot. Today he assures me he enjoyed pleasing me. Frankly, it left me even more confused and empty. I am not sure about the future of us.

"23 yo cocksucker seeking hung older guys....."

2007-03-18T14:52:00.000-04:00

Early last week, I received an e-mail from a young guy who reads my Blog and lives in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of DC. He described himself as a "23 yo cocksucker seeking hung older guys....." and attached a picture of himself sitting outside on a picnic table wearing swim trunks. In the picture, he looked like someone's really cute younger brother. I didn't take the e-mail too seriously and I responded very perfunctorily that I was 38 years old. I also joked about being a normal guy who enjoys having my cock sucked.

I got home late last Friday evening from work. I started this job shortly after I moved to DC and I am trying to make the expected "good impression", but it has been crazy there the last few weeks. I finally had a chance to read the response I got from "The Kid" to my e-mail. He explained that he was really into blowing older guys. He said that recently he has been blowing a 45-year-old guy fairly regularly, but that he was 23 and always horny so he needed more. He volunteered to be my cockslave, if I gave him a chance. He promised that he would make sure that I enjoyed it and he would learn to do it anyway I wanted. He also attached another picture. It appeared to be a graduation photo. He looked like a younger Chris O'Donnell-type, if you remember him. "The Kid" had no idea who Chris O’Donnell was.

I had been seriously considering a call to Thugboy for some relaxed relief. I didn't have a lot of energy or desire to head out or cruise on-line. After exchanging a few e-mails on a whim, I shot him my address and went upstairs to take a quick shower. As I was drying off and pulling on my robe, the doorbell rang.

I invited him in and closed the door. "The Kid" was cute! He stood about 6-feet tall with dark-brown hair and shiny blue eyes. He looked young and fresh. He had a tight bubble-ass covered with a pair of tan chinos and a lean torso wearing a grey University of Maryland t-shirt. He probably weighed 165 to 175lbs. He was also eager. As I was eyeing him up, he asked if I was horny. I said sure and told him to follow me, as I moved to the back of the house. I sat down in my comfortable chair and opened my robe. My cock was stiff, not quite hard but getting there. He was looking down at my cock and seemed to hesitate for a brief moment. I asked him if he was going to stand there looking or suck. That was all the encouragement he needed.

In a split second, he was on the floor between my legs stroking my cock with one hand as he looked up at me and said, "Yes, Sir!" He bent down and kissed the head of my cock and slowly started to lick the head. Slow darting licks at first and then he proceeded to lick his way down the shaft of my cock to my balls. After he had covered my whole cock with his slowly licking tongue, he took the head into his mouth and gently sucked while his tongue darted over it. He began to suck, lick and slowly bob up and down on my cock. With each bob of his head, he took more of my cock into his silky smooth mouth. It wasn't long until he had my whole cock down his throat and I could feel his face in my bush. Soon he was working my balls with his hand too. My head was beginning to spin a little and I was definitely moaning in appreciation.

As I was settling in and getting into the rhythm, this cocksucker started to whimper like a puppy. He came up off of my cock and kissed the head and I told him he was a good little cocksucker. With that he moaned like a little bitch in heat and went right back to sucking. And, it was obvious that "The Kid" knew his craft. Just as I would begin to feel something stirring between my legs, he would change the rhythm or move from my cock head to my shaft or balls. He kept this up for what seemed like forever. I had my head back and was in that really great place that you go to when your whole body is into the head you are getting.

All of this time he was whimpering and moaning. Telling me it tasted good and thanking me for letting him have my cock in his mouth. At this point, he told me to let him know when I wanted to cum. I groaned for him to keep sucking! I was still in that great place and I wanted to stay there. After what seemed like forever again, I got to a point where I couldn't hold back and I didn't want to hold back anymore. I reached down, grabbed the back of this sucker's head and forced him down hard on my cock. As I did, I began to shoot. I could feel big bursts of cum shoot that blew into his silky mouth. He noticeably gulped once and took every drop. I could tell from how he worked to swallow, that it was a big load. He was quick to say that he normally didn't swallow. I grinned and told him that from now on he would swallow me every time!

This Week

2007-03-11T17:34:00.000-04:00

I want to take a moment to THANK Geekslut for including a link to my Blog in his Blogroll. I first ran across his Blog back in 2005. I have been a fan ever since. We are definitely different people, but his take on life and sex is always interesting. He has a million interesting stories and his Blog is one of my favorites. If you are one of the few who haven't found him, go check out Geekslut. THANKS Geek!

Last Sunday's trick, now and forever referred to as The Cop, e-mailed me last Wednesday and im'ed me on Manhunt Friday night. I was tempted to mention finding his badge, but figured why ruin a good thing. Sounds like he enjoyed himself as much or more than I did. He was already a 10+ on my scale. The whole mystic of being a cop just makes him an 11+. I tried hard not to seem too eager, but I plan to fuck him again.

No action this week. Been busy all week at work. Things are crazy with a new project I am working on. I have fallen into a routine of calling Thugboy for relief. This dude is a total cumpig and as I have said he gives awesome head. Very convenient too. He always takes care of the job and he always asks me to call him again soon. Kind of a turn on having a personal suckboi!