K

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

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

cherryboi: "Who exactly is K?"

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

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

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

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

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

cherryboi: "Do you still fuck him?"

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

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

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

The Cop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Trying agian (sp)

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

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

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

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

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

me: hell yeah! now i'm hard!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not Out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I never dreamt I would find a Marine bottom!

Valentine's Day

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

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

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

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

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

It was a very nice Valentine's Day!

It's Official!

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

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

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

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

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

cherryboi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cruised and Picked-up by a Married Guy

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

Late Saturday Night Sex

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I Love This Town!

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

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

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

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

Not All Hook Up's Are Good

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hump Day

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

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

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

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

Popped a cherry raw!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I Am Not Gone!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DADNSONCT - Pt. 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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