Not only could you - will you?
His Coy Mistress
2 months ago
2.27.2011
2.26.2011
Have you ever tasted anyone's cum that was just awful?
Yes, definitely. But bad cum is still better than no cum.
2.25.2011
Top, Bottom or Versatile! Which position do you Prefer?
I am in the process of rediscovering my inner slut cumdump bottom. So I am going to say bottom, even though I have exclusively topped the last 15 years.
2.24.2011
2.23.2011
What's the sleaziest thing you've done?
hmm. Sleazy - defined as corrupt immoral or sordid. That's leaves a lot of activities to be ranked. Of recent sleazy things I have done, I have taken anon piss loads at a bookstore, gotten fucked in a bookstore booth. Also, as a kid I used to suck off to completion my stepfather who was "asleep".
Do you lube when you bottom? @18thCfriend
Have to. I want to work up to just spit or precum. I am in retraining mode.
How old was the guy who took your anal virginity? @18thCfriend
I'm not sure - 40? He picked me up in a park and took me to his pad for the most amazing fuck of my life
How old were you when you lost your anal virginity? @18thCfriend
I was 16, and it still is one of the top 5 great fucks of my life.
2.22.2011
Not A Banner Day
So last night, a regular guy I fuck around with texted me that he had something set up for the three of us to play this morning around ten. This morning comes, my guy gets me excited by sending me pics of this guy who wants to get fucked, pissed on, etc. I'm pretty excited, I put on my cock ring and head out the door. I ran some errands near this dude's place as he was supposed to text me when the fucktoy was on his way over. [I love going to the filling station and the bank with my cock ring on.]
Well, 10 came and went, now it's close to 11 and I get a text saying the guy was a flake. [I almost want to post his pics here since he's such a douche.] Well, I was ready to go with nowhere TO go. I had wasted precious planning time. I go home, hop on BBRT and after a few nice candidates, One hot number had me ready to run across town. He was 28, total bottom, smooth, great ass, and was already playing with another top. Perfect! ....
Sadly no, his last email said he was parTying. Fuck! I wasn't in the mood today to just get nasty with someone who's lost all sense of reality with a loose hole. Today, I wanted someone who was actually going to be there with me. Someone who can actually get hard. So, I had to politely decline, but take a rain check, of course. {I actually dig chems sometimes myself - just not today.}
I finally find someone who looked interesting: 30 years old, slim, just the right amount of hair. He actually fired up his cam, and he looked alert and, more importantly, like his picture. So I get his info, and 20 mins later I'm there. First fucking thing out of his mouth when we go into his bedroom, is do you want to "parTy". Goddamn. Why the hell didn't I ask before coming?!?
I certainly wasn't going to leave now. He put some lousy porn on. His apartment had really bad air conditioning. I must have been 90 degrees in his room. I ate his ass (which seemed thankfully clean) out for a couple of minutes before shoving it in. My experience with tweakers is that they love to get fucked, and that they can take more cock than usual when high. NOT SO this time.
This guy could barely take me (and I'm not that big compared to some monster cock I could have had), so I tried my best to alternate between shallow and deep strokes. I fucked him doggy, on his side, on his back, bent over his headboard, him on top, standing up - no matter how we did it, I could rarely bottom out. We must have fucked for 30 minutes, and I wasn't even close to blowing my wad. Even with him begging me to breed him. But he was just a dead fish. Something about his disjointedness combined the the extreme heat and his inexperienced (but tight!) hole wasn't working for me. So I went back to eating his ass while stroking it, I planned to still cum in ass but I needed some help. Sweating like a pig, I couldn't blow. I tried everything. Finally I gave up, ate his ass some more, and left. This was not my most successful day. Although, I can't complain too much, I did get to fuck and eat ass.
It could have been worse.
Well, 10 came and went, now it's close to 11 and I get a text saying the guy was a flake. [I almost want to post his pics here since he's such a douche.] Well, I was ready to go with nowhere TO go. I had wasted precious planning time. I go home, hop on BBRT and after a few nice candidates, One hot number had me ready to run across town. He was 28, total bottom, smooth, great ass, and was already playing with another top. Perfect! ....
I finally find someone who looked interesting: 30 years old, slim, just the right amount of hair. He actually fired up his cam, and he looked alert and, more importantly, like his picture. So I get his info, and 20 mins later I'm there. First fucking thing out of his mouth when we go into his bedroom, is do you want to "parTy". Goddamn. Why the hell didn't I ask before coming?!?
I certainly wasn't going to leave now. He put some lousy porn on. His apartment had really bad air conditioning. I must have been 90 degrees in his room. I ate his ass (which seemed thankfully clean) out for a couple of minutes before shoving it in. My experience with tweakers is that they love to get fucked, and that they can take more cock than usual when high. NOT SO this time.
It could have been worse.
Ad Pics
I hate taking, finding and choosing the right photos to send to potential fucks. I would like someone photograph me, like above, because iPhone self-portraits generally suck. Well at least they do when it's my face.
I can handle the cock shots I think.
Gas Station
This is a story based in fact from last summer:
I have been on a roll lately. The stars are aligning and I am getting loads left and right.
Today, I was optimistic again, given my recent string of good luck. I spent about an hour trolling BarebackRT looking to see if there was any trouble to be had. Got a few leads but nothing for today that interested me, so I head off to do my normal routine - gym, ABS, home. I did have to get my scooter gassed up first - so I head to the gas station, fill it up, and *ring*. It was a work call. There I was wasting valuable minutes (twenty in all) dealing with one of my neurotic (but thankfully, paying) clients. I was doing everything in my power to end the call as quickly as possible - it was already after twelve noon and, from my experience, I was going to miss the peak daytime hour at the ABS was.
Finally - I get off the call and run into the station market to grab some smokes (yeah - I smoke and work out...) I nearly run into to this little Latino guy - maybe 30, cute nerdy glasses, shorter than me, slim, cute - as I walk into the store. I thought for a second that I had eye-to-eye contact. I couldn't be sure though. As luck would have it, he went right in line and I stepped right behind him. Then I pulled one of my patented, turn-around-while-leaning-slightly-forward-so-I-can-brush-up-against-you moves (normally reserved for cheap thrills with straight boys in public places). I said, "I'm sorry." He replied, "No problem." No extra look from him, nothing. Meh. I guess I was wrong.
Boy, was I wrong about being wrong.
So, he buys some cigarettes (menthol - yuck), then leaves. Again, never looking at me again. So, I get mine and walk out the door. Standing outside the door is no one other than LatinGuy, lighting up one of his newly purchased. Now he's looking! Sort of though, he's still playing it cool. So, I stop and also light up - giving him my best stare down though my shades that I can muster. He's definitely interested. This is all playing out like a bad porn movie. He walks around the side of the gas station (with me following about twenty paces behind), stealing looks back at me as he walks, until he reaches the end of the the parking lot. When he does the most cliche thing ever, looks at me and rubs his crotch. I love it!
I run back and get on my scooter, racing around to the back. He's there, I say Hi, then he begins his walk down the alley that runs behind the station. I repark, and begin to follow.
Finally, after about 100 yards, he turns into an apartment building, and I follow into a courtyard. But I had lost him. The time reparking my scooter put me well behind him (why I didn't just drive my bike down the alley, I'll never know, but I digress). Finally he peeks back out and motions me to his door. I walk in, greeted by the cacophony of two yapping Dachshunds, and he offers me an iced tea, which I decline, its not tea I want.
Then I grab him, kiss him deeply (I love kissing), and we start groping each other like bitches in heat. And it was hot - like "hot" hot and 88 degrees hot. We're both sweating immediately which is an immediate turn on. I grab his crotch and he is rock hard. We make our way into his bedroom, clothes flying off as we walk. He smells incredible - the perfect mix of sweat and manly odor that is like an immediate hard on switch for me.
He starts sucking my cock, and he's pretty good, alternating just the right amount between my head, shaft and balls. He driving me crazy. I throw him down on his bed because what I really want is to taste him. I take his cock all the way in one move, taking in all of his great sex smell along the way. He's got the perfect size cock for my mouth - not too big, not too small. It smells like he hadn't showered yet, but I'm going crazy. I want him to enjoy the blowjob, but the man-smell is driving me over the edge and really I want his load - NOW.
I start working him like I know I can, hoping he's not going to be one of those guys that wants to pull out. (I HATE THAT, btw.) He stops me ,panting, telling me he doesn't want to come yet, but it's too late. He starts moaning and shooting. I didn't have his cock in my mouth when he started to shoot (ok, I was trying to be nice and help him hold off despite my intentions to the contrary) but as soon as it started coming, I jumped on his spurting dick like a large mouthed bass. And did he cum - man alive, he must have been saving up that load for a few days. It was thick, salty-sweet and delicious. When I was done (I mean, er, he was done), I leaned up and kissed him deeply, making sure he tasted what I tasted. I then spit out some of his cum on to my hand and jerked off straddling his face. I came no time, blasting his face with my load, which I promptly lapped up while simultaneously kissing him. I wanted to make sure he tasted what I was was tasting, again.
Long story short, he had to get ready for work (which was fine with me, I had places to be), so we dressed and I left with the smell of his cum and sweat on my face and hands. But not before he left me with this: "Glad I needed cigarettes!"
I'm glad I needed gas.
I have been on a roll lately. The stars are aligning and I am getting loads left and right.
Today, I was optimistic again, given my recent string of good luck. I spent about an hour trolling BarebackRT looking to see if there was any trouble to be had. Got a few leads but nothing for today that interested me, so I head off to do my normal routine - gym, ABS, home. I did have to get my scooter gassed up first - so I head to the gas station, fill it up, and *ring*. It was a work call. There I was wasting valuable minutes (twenty in all) dealing with one of my neurotic (but thankfully, paying) clients. I was doing everything in my power to end the call as quickly as possible - it was already after twelve noon and, from my experience, I was going to miss the peak daytime hour at the ABS was. Finally - I get off the call and run into the station market to grab some smokes (yeah - I smoke and work out...) I nearly run into to this little Latino guy - maybe 30, cute nerdy glasses, shorter than me, slim, cute - as I walk into the store. I thought for a second that I had eye-to-eye contact. I couldn't be sure though. As luck would have it, he went right in line and I stepped right behind him. Then I pulled one of my patented, turn-around-while-leaning-slightly-forward-so-I-can-brush-up-against-you moves (normally reserved for cheap thrills with straight boys in public places). I said, "I'm sorry." He replied, "No problem." No extra look from him, nothing. Meh. I guess I was wrong.
Boy, was I wrong about being wrong.
So, he buys some cigarettes (menthol - yuck), then leaves. Again, never looking at me again. So, I get mine and walk out the door. Standing outside the door is no one other than LatinGuy, lighting up one of his newly purchased. Now he's looking! Sort of though, he's still playing it cool. So, I stop and also light up - giving him my best stare down though my shades that I can muster. He's definitely interested. This is all playing out like a bad porn movie. He walks around the side of the gas station (with me following about twenty paces behind), stealing looks back at me as he walks, until he reaches the end of the the parking lot. When he does the most cliche thing ever, looks at me and rubs his crotch. I love it!
I run back and get on my scooter, racing around to the back. He's there, I say Hi, then he begins his walk down the alley that runs behind the station. I repark, and begin to follow.
Finally, after about 100 yards, he turns into an apartment building, and I follow into a courtyard. But I had lost him. The time reparking my scooter put me well behind him (why I didn't just drive my bike down the alley, I'll never know, but I digress). Finally he peeks back out and motions me to his door. I walk in, greeted by the cacophony of two yapping Dachshunds, and he offers me an iced tea, which I decline, its not tea I want.
Then I grab him, kiss him deeply (I love kissing), and we start groping each other like bitches in heat. And it was hot - like "hot" hot and 88 degrees hot. We're both sweating immediately which is an immediate turn on. I grab his crotch and he is rock hard. We make our way into his bedroom, clothes flying off as we walk. He smells incredible - the perfect mix of sweat and manly odor that is like an immediate hard on switch for me.
He starts sucking my cock, and he's pretty good, alternating just the right amount between my head, shaft and balls. He driving me crazy. I throw him down on his bed because what I really want is to taste him. I take his cock all the way in one move, taking in all of his great sex smell along the way. He's got the perfect size cock for my mouth - not too big, not too small. It smells like he hadn't showered yet, but I'm going crazy. I want him to enjoy the blowjob, but the man-smell is driving me over the edge and really I want his load - NOW.
I start working him like I know I can, hoping he's not going to be one of those guys that wants to pull out. (I HATE THAT, btw.) He stops me ,panting, telling me he doesn't want to come yet, but it's too late. He starts moaning and shooting. I didn't have his cock in my mouth when he started to shoot (ok, I was trying to be nice and help him hold off despite my intentions to the contrary) but as soon as it started coming, I jumped on his spurting dick like a large mouthed bass. And did he cum - man alive, he must have been saving up that load for a few days. It was thick, salty-sweet and delicious. When I was done (I mean, er, he was done), I leaned up and kissed him deeply, making sure he tasted what I tasted. I then spit out some of his cum on to my hand and jerked off straddling his face. I came no time, blasting his face with my load, which I promptly lapped up while simultaneously kissing him. I wanted to make sure he tasted what I was was tasting, again.
Long story short, he had to get ready for work (which was fine with me, I had places to be), so we dressed and I left with the smell of his cum and sweat on my face and hands. But not before he left me with this: "Glad I needed cigarettes!"
I'm glad I needed gas.
Yet Another Deviant Journal
I have been inspired by a number of hot blogs out there which document, in wonderful detail, the joys of raw sex without fear, pretense, regret or judgment.
You may or may not find this interesting, but I am undertaking this exercise for my own purposes. So I can recount my experiences, reliving (hopefully) each juicy drop of detail. I am not a writer of much skill, so bear with me.
A little about myself - I am a 40-ish year old white male, standing 5'8" and weighing 155 pounds. I am well-toned, if not muscular, dark-blond (with natural sunlights), tanned and always horny. Even-though I hate the term, I am what people may describe as "straight-acting". I own my own business and have a partner of 22 years. I used to be the epitome of a corporate, suit-and-tie man, but now I am am an entrepreneur living in Miami Beach by way of SoCal.
Last, but not least, I am a certified sex addict, and I just recently moved to south Florida. I have rediscovered my inner sexual pig.
I rediscovered that I crave cum, no matter how I come by it. Glory holes, steamrooms, bathhouses, beach pick-ups, bar tricks - it doesn't matter: if I can feel, taste, smell and swallow cum - I'm a happy boy. Straight from the hose, licked off a floor, slurped off of flesh, driven in me or dripping from an ass - I love it.
And, piss, I haven't played in piss for YEARS - and I am fucking hooked again. More of a bottom in this scene, but there is nothing like the feeling of having a pair of yearning lips wrapped around your piss-flowing dick.
And, piss, I haven't played in piss for YEARS - and I am fucking hooked again. More of a bottom in this scene, but there is nothing like the feeling of having a pair of yearning lips wrapped around your piss-flowing dick.
I can get into most scenes - lite BD/SM, top, bottom, left, right, older, younger, etc etc etc. And what I have discovered here in South Beach is that everything is available, in abundance!
As I begin this blog, I will recount some of what's happened in the months since I have been here. Unless otherwise noted, these are based on actual events.
Glory Hole Etiquette Question
So I'm at my normal bookstore - doing my normal thing and some short Latino guy with a smaller than average cock sticks it through. It was soft at first and really small - but grew into something average.
I'm going to town, but he's not getting very hard. Then I feel something filling my mouth. I quickly realized it wasn't cum. He was pissing. Didn't say a word!
Now this is a huge turn-on for me, but I got to thinking. What if someone else had been the recipient of his gift? (Which, by the way, kept flowing and flowing and I didn't spill a drop!) I think it's not fair to assume that just anyone in a bookstore glory hole is looking for, let alone, expecting a belly full of piss.
Thoughts?
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