I really appreciate all of the thoughtful e-mails and I want to thank everyone who reached out to me after my last Blog post. I was gone for a long time. But, I am back. As with most things in life, there are many reasons why I took a break from Blogging.
Several of you wondered about my regulars, so this got me considering a post I did a while ago listing and ranking bottoms I have fucked and Blogged about.
So, here is an updated list of bottoms I have fucked and blogged about ---
Number 1 should not surprise long-time readers, it is the Marine. He is in his 30's, 6'4" with the trademark "high and tight" haircut with a genuine bulldog tat. He still is a perfectly formed man!!! He comes the closest to resembling Michelangelo's statue of David as any man I have ever seen. He was deployed in Afghanistan for almost 2 years, but each time he returned to the US and once right before this last Thanksgiving he has comeback to my bed. Extremely hot really does nut adequately describe how exquisitely perfect in form he is! Need I say more? All around best looking and best body. And under all the Marine bs he is one of the sweetest guys I know.
Number 2 is D. My Metro fuck buddy. He really does look like this Sean Cody model - Ben. He is 30 years old and 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. He is still wearing a locked chain around his neck and I have the only keys. He doesn't seem to want more and definitely doesn't ask for more. We go out to dinner, to an occasional movie, we hit the gym together from time-to-time and I use him. I can have him whenever I want him. I got a text message Friday afternoon from him - "u around?" Our code for my ass is yours if you want it. I enjoyed my Friday night.
Number 3 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 rarely write about this guy, but I see him all the time around the neighborhood. He lives exactly 1 block from my door. He is married with a pretty young wife and a small kid that I see him pushing around in a stroller. I now know him and his wife by name, so there is a devilishness about boning him too. We hookup randomly. Usually when the wife is out-of-town or he can sneak out. Every time we hooked up he wanted cum, so I stopped using a condom and it is strictly bareback now. I will say these happily-married bottoms fascinate me.
Number 4 is The Cop. He is 33, 5'11", very muscular with sandy-brown hair and he is a Cop for a suburban Maryland County. 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. Sometimes weeks go by and I don't hear from him and then he spends 24 hours at my house getting fucked and sucking my dick. And yes, I have fucked him in his uniform.
Number 5 is The Married Guy. He is in his mid 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 incredible 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. Extra hot because he is that preppy frat guy alpha-male type that moans like a bitch with a cock stuffed in his ass balls-deep.
Honorable mention to 2 others that I haven't Blogged about yet:
Number 6 is the caterer named JR. He is a pretty white boy. Tall and wiry with creamy white skin. He in an incredibly cocksucker and anxiously gave me his ass bare on his living room couch. He comes and goes, but every time we hookup it is hot.
Number 7 is the southern boy. He is 29, 5'8", smooth with six-pack abs. He is shy and fucking him is like fucking someone's little brother. If I turn off the lights he is all over me. I don't get to fuck him enough. Simply WOW!
I hope to keep adding to the list!
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Looked....And Got Caught
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.
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.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
My First Blowjob
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!
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!
Saturday, January 01, 2011
The Married Guy Out of Nowhere
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 Eastern 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 acquaintances.", 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 wrong - 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 cockiness 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 bed stand 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 assault 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 laid 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.
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 acquaintances.", 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 wrong - 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 cockiness 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 bed stand 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 assault 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 laid 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.
Friday, December 31, 2010
"Man in a Blizzard," by Jamie Stuart
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!
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!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Took a Chance........ Pt. 2
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.
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.
Friday, July 09, 2010
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Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Took a Chance......... Pt. 1
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...........
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...........
Friday, May 28, 2010
Celebrity Crush
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!
Sunday, May 02, 2010
Answering Questions about D......................
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
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
Sunday, April 25, 2010
New Years with D - Pt. 2
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.
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.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Eye Candy - Seattle Mariners' AA Hot Shot Pitching Prospect Daniel Cortes
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.
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.
Friday, February 12, 2010
New Years with D - Pt. 1
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...............
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...............
Thursday, December 31, 2009
New Year's Exe 2009
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!
I received a surprise invitation to spend this evening with D. My next post will update you on that..........
Happy New Year everyone!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Eye Candy - Santa, this is what I want for Xmas!!!
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:
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:
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Eye Candy - Cleveland Indians' Grady Sizemore's iPhone Pics
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.............
He is delicious, fucking hot and as you can see hung like a horse.............
Thursday, November 26, 2009
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:)
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:)
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Pounded The Cop's hole last night
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.
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.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
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.
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.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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.
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.
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