Finally an Update!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanksgiving, cherryboi, the Marine - and a date

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:)

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

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

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.

Ratings

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!

Blogging about cherryboi today

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.

Thursday with cherryboi and Friday with The Cop

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.

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

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.

I went to Church.......

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

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.

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

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....

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....

Drumroll, Please - Test Results

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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...............

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

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!