Just Because

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Subway - Porn Bottoms Need Not Apply

Distressing news from the "Show Me" state, as married (with three kids!) well-hung fucking HAWT uber-bottom porn star Kurt Wild was fired from a Missouri Subway shop. It seems that a customer recognized the 22 year old (no explanation as to the customer seeing enough gay porn to recognize Wild without seeing him naked with his heels behind his ears) and threatened to boycott the Subway if Wild wasn't fired. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say the busybody queen was fat. I know if I were the customer, I would certainly appreciate someone taking care of my foot long who was particularly adept at handling meat.

Stalling For Time

You'd think, without a job, I could post daily. And I do have things to tell you. But I'm too lazy to do a whole post. So I'll distract you with hot men from my "cuties" file.

Tom Welling (and his package) from an episode of Smallville.



What's not to love?


Got Meat?

Stonewall and Riot - The Ultimate Orgasm

Talk about getting your kitten punched. It would make me purr too.

-via DudeTube. Video created by Joe Phillips.

Well ...

I didn't make it to the artist reception and exhibition at the Gay/Lesbian Community Center today. I did get my laundry done and I did get in a workout. Despite the fact that my non-fractured ribcage still hurts like a sonuvabitch. As far as I'm concerned, nothing says workout well done like sucking off an uncut Cuban man with a OK face but a hot bod and belly-button ring and an 8 inch cock.

Something ... Um ... Came Up (Part 2)

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Something ...Um ...Came Up.

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So Many Problems

I've been waiting for a replacement debit card from my bank. They send it by UPS, and I was supposed to get it on the 22nd, so I could start fixing all the damage from losing my cards last weekend. Uncharacteristically, UPS made a morning delivery to my neighborhood, at 10:30 am to be exact, and I slept through it. Annoying. And they wouldn't re-deliver that day even though I called them early in the afternoon. Fuck it, I tried. So yesterday I got up at 10 am and I stayed in all afternoon so as not to miss the delivery again. But a girl has to keep busy and when the UPS man re-dilvered at 4:30 pm I had two fingers in the hole of this gorgeous 6'2 blonde Chelsea bottom's ass, finger fucking him while he sucked my cock. Needless to say, I didn't hear the buzzer. Again.

So today was my 3rd and final opportunity to get my new bank card delivered. Again I got up at 10 and stayed inside waiting. This time no sex was to be had. But that didn't stop my from arranging a photo shoot with two guys. Turns out, the one that was all aggressive and gung-ho turned out to be a weird looking 30 yr. old skinny German dude with pasty skin. The other guy that I thought might be a flake was HAWT! 6'2 (again) and about 35 years old, tan skin and facial stubble and the most distracting treasure trail leading into a nicely bulging pair of undies. He wore jeans and work boots to start. I swear I started to salivate. The entire time I was shooting him I was calcuating how to offend the weird German dude enough that he would leave. But I didn't try, it seemed too mean. I did get a nice view of the weapon of ass destruction he was packing when he changed from the underwear to the black jockstrap he brought with. He seemed ready for anything and I'm going to try and get him back here. As a matter of fact after everyone left and I put the apartment back in order, I *ahem* took matters in hand so to speak, for almost an hour and 1/2 not to mention, and sent a toe-curling, ball-busting load half way across the bedroom.

Of course, the UPS man returned while I was in the shower getting ready for company, and while that scenario has "Bow Chikka Bow Bow" potential (just stick it anywhere, Paolo), I didn't get around to re-creating a porn scene with the UPS man. I just signed for my bank card in a robe, dripping wet.

Now with all that out of the way I'm fixin' to tear into an order of chicken parm and an entire loaf of garlic bread. Needless to say, I've worked up an appetite and I'm staying in tonight.

Still More Gay Sex

In case you haven't figured it out, The Hellcat has gone to California for two weeks and I am taking full advantage of having the apartment all to myself. So this morning I ran a Craig's ad offering a free naked massage to a guy. Of course, tons of freaks, really scary gross men and other people I wouldn't pee on, let alone massage, answered the ad. But fortunately, one ad seemed promising. 31, 5'11, Italian-Spanish. The face picture was yummy. He didn't ask a lot of questions as my ad was pretty specific about what I was looking for. I sent him my address and cell number with a message to please let me know if he wasn't going to show. He assured me he would be there.

At precisely 3:00 he buzzed my door as I was stepping out of the shower. I unlocked the apartment door and continued getting ready. I stayed in the towel as I was about to get naked anyway. He looked nervous as he came in and I tried to read him to see if he was OK with me/my look. I led him through the apartment to my room. I started moving blankets and pillows off while making small talk. He still didn't seem comfortable so I told him if he wasn't happy or wanted to leave I wouldn't be offended. He declined. Of course, I was totally lying. I didn't want him to leave he was really good looking.

"I'll finish getting ready you can put your clothes over there."

He started stripping, while I laid a bath towel on the bed sheets and left a single pillow for his head. When he was finally naked I noted that he had a pretty dick and a hot tan ass. He wasn't in great shape, a little flabby around the middle but far from fat. He had olive colored skin and had only a little chest hair. I instructed him to lay face down as I dropped the towel. He lay down and I straddled his ass. I was half hard. I hadn't taken in to account that he could see me in the mirror I have along the wall in lieu of a headboard. I kinda liked it, though. I dribbled massage oil on his back and went to work. I reiterated I wasn't a pro but I knew how to give a pretty good massage. I told him if I did anything that made him uncomfortable to speak up.

I started with long strokes massaging his back and shoulders. After a bit, I tried to dig in using the heel of my hands to trace the muscles in his back. I alternated long strokes and short. I moved to his arm and shoulder and then down to the palm of his hand and each individual finger. By now I could tell that he was totally relaxed and into the massage. I finished his upper body and moved myself off his ass. After applying more oil I started massaging his ass. I was trying to find the muscle in his butt that I like to get massaged. I have to admit, he had a pretty flabby ass but I worked each cheek in a circle. I wasn't getting much feedback. I assume it felt good. I took the opportunity to run my fingertips up and down his crack, past his hole. I lightly brushed his balls. I wasn't hard anymore, but I noticed my cock had leaked a pool of pre-cum on his leg. I put more massage oil on his legs and starting working on his left. As I started working his hamstrings I made sure to make several trips in between his legs, just brushing his balls and keeping him turned on. I worked down his leg and paid attention to his calf and gave him a foot massage. I did the same for the other leg. He started touching me back, just running his hand along my back and legs.

Finished with his back I decided to have some fun. I spread his legs wider and poured some oil on my fingers. I went right for his hole, slowly massaging him. He shifted his hips and I heard a little moan. Yep. More oil and more assplay. I couldn't resist and started to eat his hole. I heard him gasp his approval so I dug in. Noticing he raised his ass in the air I reached underneath to pull his cock back. He was bone hard and raised his ass higher. I ate his hole and stroked his cock. All the while grinding my hard-on into the bed. After a few minutes of feasting and jerking he pulled my hand off his cock in the universal "I don't want to cum yet" signal. Fine. So how about I stick my finger up your butt? He liked that, too. I finger-fucked him for a while and thought about shoving two in there. Instead, I ate his ass some more. I lay fully on top of him so he could feel my hard cock in his crack. I whispered in his ear.

"You want to turn over?"

He did, and I massaged his chest and stomach, occasionally playing with his cock and balls. I did the tops of his thighs and his legs again. I switched from massage oil to Gun Oil and lubed up his cock. He kept pulling my hand away. Fine. I spread his legs and rock him backwards exposing his hole. And I ate his butt for a while. He really liked it. I tried to put my finger back in him but he pulled it away. Then he scooted up on all fours and pointed his cute ass at me. You don't have to tell me twice and I got back to eating his butt. I pressed my cock in his crack again. I started jerking him off. That's when he grabbed my cock and guided it towards his hole.

I wanted to. I really really wanted to. But we didn't discuss my status or his. For the scene I was proposing it wasn't necessary.

"No."

He nodded his understanding and I continued jerking him off and rubbing my cock along his crack. His moaning got louder and I looked over his shoulder as he shot his load. Hot. He instantly got really sensitive and covered my hand with his. I stopped. I jerked my cock intending to cum on his ass but he moved out of the way. By then I didn't care and shot my load on the bed as well. Sweaty, hot and exhausted we both fell back on the bed. We laid there for a good ten minutes, recovering.

Eventually ....

"Sorry."

"Don't be. A lot of guys jump right out of bed. I enjoy laying there." I said.

But we did get up and he cleaned up in the bathroom and got dressed. I led him to the door and gave him a hug.

"That was fun, thanks."

"Yeah."

"Take care, man."

A true story from today. And then tonight, after this fun and sexy experience, I had a really disgusting bad sex experience. And that's a story you're not getting. I'm not teasing. I'm just saying they're not always good.

Just Say Yes To Gay Sex (part 2)

Just a word to the wise. If you want results, make sure to call me Mr. Tease-y Pants in the comment section. I will give you what you want.

....My new boyfriend was playing footsie with me in the shower. The Gaysian looked down right at where our feet were intertwined and kept right on pulling at his cock. I shot him a dirty look, hoping he would take the hint and give up the room. I didn't feel bad about this as hardly anyone was around and the steam room was currently empty. My new boyfriend scraped my foot with his again. The Gaysian looked down at it again. Fine. I had no intention of loosing this man and he clearly was not interested in putting on a performance. I didn't know or care if he just preferred private/public sex or he wasn't into the Gaysian. I was more than happy to relocate and leave the Gaysian to his normal spot in the sauna. So I got up, left the sauna, and walked into the empty steam room. About a minute later my new boyfriend joined me. After a minute he reached over and ran his hand down my leg, giving my calf a squeeze. I lightly brushed the back of my hand along his rock-hard abs, up his chest and over his right nipple. It was then I heard the door to the sauna open and close. Unbelievably, the shadow of the Gaysian appeared in the doorway and sure enough, he opened the door and walked in. I've never done this before, although I've had some guys sorely tempt me, but I finally snapped.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I said to the Gaysian. And loud enough and aggressive enough that he must have known what I meant. It didn't stop him from sitting down, but as soon as he plopped his chunky butt down, I immediately stood up and walked out. I went to the shower to run some cool water on me. Now some may say I was being snotty, or unrealistic for putting down rules while trying to have sex in a public place, but there are some etiquette norms when it comes to gay sex in public, including the gym. One of those rules is that if the guys aren't in to you and clearly into each other, and the guys take the time to relocate to a place without you, it's considered very bad form to follow them to the new location and cock-block their fun. It's simply bad manners.

My new boyfriend followed to another shower, and after a few minutes the Gaysian left the steam room and returned to his usual spot in the sauna. I assumed the message was received. I turned off the shower and went in to the now empty steam room, hoping my new boyfriend wouldn't bail on me. A minute later my wish was granted and he returned. My heart was pounding. God he was gorgeous. He leaned over and put a hand on my leg.

"Persistent little fucker, wasn't he?" He smiled.

"I know! I almost beat his ass."

He ran a hand down my leg again and I grabbed him around the waist and then ran one hand up his back and through his hair. I leaned in closer and he pinched one of my nipples. Tit play doesn't drive me crazy like some guys but I like it. I had turned my head to check the door and make sure no one was coming in, although my Gay sex senses hadn't heard a shower go on or a door open or close. All the while I was running my fingertips on his chest and grabbing/kneading his thighs. His legs weren't super big but nice and hard, solid. When I turned my head back his face was right next to mine. And then he did it.

He kissed me. It was slowly at first and gentle. I was surprised. I was thrilled. I returned the gentle kiss and then leaned in further. I wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and kissed him harder. I let out a little moan into his mouth and it made him kiss me harder. I shoved my tongue in his mouth and then gently bit his lower lip. Have I ever told you I'm a world class kisser? I rarely brag about anything I do but I'm an Olympic level kisser. And when the other guy is good too, well, let's just say if the Gaysian had walked in at this point I would have strangled him with a towel and stashed the body in a closet. Now mind you, at this point, neither one of us has reached or felt the other's cock, but I did take a second to look down. My new boyfriend was not compensating with a hot body for a tiny dick. I could see between the towel that he matched me inch for inch in the cock department. More kissing and groping took place. And then he did it.

He kissed my neck. More specifically, he kissed and bit my neck. My whole body shuddered and I think I leaked some pre-cum. I know I gasped.

"Oh god..."

I attacked him now, throwing everything I had into kissing, grabbing, licking. I intertwined my fingers in his hands and pushed him back against the wall as I moaned again into his mouth. We were both gasping as we separated.

"Do you want to take a shower?" he asked.

I smiled. "Isn't that a little dangerous?"

"No more dangerous than in here."

Truth to tell at this point I would have let him fuck me on the front desk. But he was playing into my exhibitionist streak as well.

"Let's do it."

We left the steam room and headed for a shower. The curtains reach all the way to the floor so assuming we could get inside, no one would be the wiser that two people were showering together. Unfortunately, the guy in the shower we passed hadn't pulled his curtain all the way closed and saw two guys enter one shower.

"The guy in the stall next to us saw us." he said as we stepped in.

"I don't care."

We adjusted the shower temp and he backed my up against the wall. Now he pressed his whole naked body up against mine. I immediately grabbed both his ass cheeks in my hands and ground my hard cock into his. Now he moaned. He liked cock grinding. Cool. He was rock hard. Kissing, licking, rubbing, kissing. At some point, he worked his cock between my legs and did that imitation fuck maneuver. I reached back between my legs and rubbed his cock head with my fingers for extra friction. His cock was slick with pre-cum. I started running through in my head what I was willing to do in a public shower. Turns out, I wouldn't rule out much. My new boyfriend started fiddling with the shower curtain, making sure it was closed. Turns out, the Gaysian had taken up residence in the adjacent shower with a view of "our" stall.

"He's over there trying to see."

"Fuck him."

"Not interested." Cute.

"Ignore him." I said.

We went back at it. Eventually, he grabbed a handful of conditioner and slicked up both our cocks. We proceeded to kiss again and rub our cocks between our bodies. I decided to jerk him off and he returned the favor. Eventually, we both jerked ourselves off. When it was pretty clear he was ready to go for it I put one hand on my cock and another on his hole and got to work. He came first, and I wasn't far behind. I bit his neck as I shot my load. It took all my willpower not to scream out loud but it made it hotter to keep quiet. After we recovered sufficiently, we scoped out the shower room and when the coast was clear, except for the Gaysian, and fuck him at this point, I hopped out to another stall to clean myself up.

I don't know what happened to my new boyfriend after that. I didn't see him in the locker room and I have no idea when he left. I returned home worked out, freshly showered and completely relaxed. It was the best workout I've ever had.

Just Say Yes To Gay Sex

Last Saturday. I'm at the gym finishing up a good workout. Usually Saturday night I do 30-40 minutes of cardio and work out my chest. That takes a little over 30 minutes as well. If I'm feeling really energetic I'll finish up with a few tricep exercises as well. That usually doesn't happen. On this night I was feeling really good and of course, a good workout makes me horny. Hell, Jello makes me horny, but that's another topic. Anyway, I think it's the sweat. The smell and the salt turns me on.

It's well past time when the night bathroom attendant usually shuts down the sauna/steam area, but when I go into the locker room there are towels everywhere, on the floor and all over the benches. The bin that used towels go in is completely full and overflowing. Obviously, the night attendant either isn't in or has suffered a catastrophic and debilitating stroke, and has yet to be found. Normally, by this time of the night, I would have showered and left immediately, but sensing an opportunity I decide to check out the steam room. The late hour meant not a lot of guys were around. Someone was in the steamroom or joined me there shortly, I just remember he wasn't a prospect for me. Shortly after that, someone else.

He was beautiful. In his 30's and, I would find out later, exactly my height. But blond, usually not my type. His body was amazing, muscled but not overly so without an ounce of fat on him. That usually makes me not his type. His skin was beyond fair, it was alabaster. His upper body was hairless. I was staring, and he caught me. I looked away, but not until I knew that he knew I was looking. So I looked again. His eyes met mine and I smiled slightly but got nothing back. Unsure of the signal, I sat back. I try not to come on to guys in a public setting unless I get a little encouragement. First, to avoid getting punched.

Eventually, we were joined by one of the tub queens. She's Gaysian and about 25 lbs overweight. I've never seen her workout once. My gym has a group of guys like that. They don't work out at all or just do a few minutes of cardio and then hit the showers to fool around. Eh, to each his own. I didn't know if it was me or her but my boyfriend left for the showers, only to return a few minutes later. OK. He was clearly working the room, but where did I fit in? He was confusing me so I hit the showers. Afterwards, I spied that the sauna was empty and decided to see what would shake loose there. I was quickly followed by the Gaysian. My past experience with her is that she likes to jerk off under her towel while others get busy. Again, I don't really care if someone watches me get my freak on but beyond that, she did nothing for me. My new boyfriend soon joined us. At first, he seemed to be ignoring us both. The Gaysian had already started tugging on his cock under his towel. I was getting a little over the whole thing and was thinking of bailing. That's when my boyfriend ran his foot along the arch of mine. I swear, it was electric. My whole body shuddered. He looked right at me and smiled. I blushed, and smiled back. He did it again.

My new boyfriend was playing footsie in the sauna with me.

More tomorrow. Wait for it, bitch! -Not you, R.J.

Let's See ...

I've remembered my cell and the car keys. What am I forgetting?

From The Dept. Of WTF????

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From My Mailbag NSFW!

In response to a Craigslist ad "Horny top looking for younger jock bottom" (Don't start! I was in a mood.) I posted a while back, I received this most generous, if a bit off topic, offer in my e-mail from one self-proclaimed "AmazingSTUD". It was accompanied by a series of photos that I feel compelled to post here as well. Just so you understand my need to respond. Here's the original e-mail:


Do You Enjoy Complimentary (no charge) MASSAGE and MORE?
I am a Professional Photographer and Former Pro Masseur (7 yrs experience)

Please be HIV neg, d/d free, NON-SMOKER. I am the same. No bareback or Drugs (PNP).

Please reply by return email (if possible, with your fullbody or x and or nude pics with face)
Peace
WS tops are hot, but optional








As you can see, he asks that I be a NON-SMOKER, and judging by the caps it is extremely important. Luckily I quit four years ago. He specifically states that he's not interested in bareback sex nor does he do drugs or want to deal with drugs. Fine and fine. We're absolutely lousy with condoms and lube around the castle. I'm not bragging. Quite the opposite, the only reason I'm well equipped in the safe sex department is I haven't been having any sex of any kind. And my drug use these days is limited to what "The Man" tells me to take. But I digress.

Unfortunately (for me) he also specifically insists I be HIV-, and alas, I am not.

But here's where my confusion lies. If the offer is for a MASSAGE and MORE (which I'm assuming means him bottoming, or something) plus, in case you didn't notice, that casually thrown in WS top option at the end. Like, "By the way, if you get the urge to pee on me, by all means, do". And if unsafe sex is not an option and there's no chance that either one of us is gonna show up high on X or crystal meth and do something stupid, why oh why is my HIV status an issue?

Now, you understand I'm not saying anyone has to engage in a sexual liaison with anyone not of their choosing. I'm just wondering, if you lay down the guidelines of no drugs and no bareback sex, where does my being HIV+ factor in?

So I asked him.

Here's my (grammatically poor) e-mail response:

Hello,

I really appreciate the generous offer. While I would love to take you up on
the offer of a complimentary massage and more. I guess I need to decline,
even though I'd rather not.

Like you I am a non-smoker and drug free. That includes poppers and pot. And
I am fully prepared to engage in healthy safe sex practices. Unfortunately,
I am a healthy HIV+ man and that seems to rule me out according to your
criteria.

I'm curious, however, as to why if you only practice safe sex would my HIV
status be a factor in receiving a massage and whatever you meant by more? Of
course, I can't force you to have a sexual experience you clearly aren't
interested in, I'm just wondering what the deal-breaker is here for you?

Unfortunately, I got no response.

In Other News ... It's been three weeks and I still haven't cracked. Not a drop to drink. I have another week and two days to go to make my goal of one month dry. Obviously, I'm going to make it. Now I need to decide if I press on sober, or try to rejoin the social drinking set.

Half Naked Thursday (2)

Not to be outdone ...

Oh My God!

Is my hair thinning????

At Long Last, My First Contest

And it's a doozy. Let's all play .....

Who's cock is who?

For your edification I present three disembodied cocks. (And we know how painful that can be.) One cock is me. One cock belongs to an up and coming porn star and (relatively) recent transplant to our fair city. The third cock belongs to a porn superstar and all around dirty bird. The contest is simple. Guess which cock is me and also guess the names of the other two porn cocks.

Cock A.

Cock B.

Cock C.

The prize? Brace yourselves. The first person to correctly identify the owners of the disembodied cocks will become the proud recipients of these authentic souvenier Donny Osmond sunglasses. Guaranteed to get you beaten up if worn to the beach. (Estimated retail value: Around a dollar)

Sometimes You Need To Clean The Pipes ...

Yes. This post is about exactly what you think. Sort of. I was wondering today when I'm gonna stop being such a horny fucker. Seriously. I thought I was supposed to be suffering from low testosterone? I thought the ravages of my impending doddering old age would quiet my raging libido. Isn't my prostate supposed to enlarge sometime soon and cause me discomfort enough to turn me off sex? Not that I'm wishing for any of that any time soon. It's just ridiculous sometimes how much of my life is still ruled by my cock!

Yesterday after a fortifying cup of coffee, I started fiddling with my




.... new laptop. Honestly people! I didn't have time before work the day before to do anything but take it out of the box. It's shiny surface tormenting me in my mind. But I was too tired to do much after back to back shows, so when I got home I turned it on to confirm it was working and that's about it. I wasn't about to go on-line until I had protected my new toy from those nasty viruses. (Tee-Hee!) Don't want my PC catchin' The AIDS..... (I had this same conversation with a Best Buy salesperson. I don't know what he was thinking I found so funny, but it was all I could do not to bust out in guffaws as he warned me about how there were nasty viruses out there. Do tell, sport. Where were you when I needed you?) So yesterday I thought I'd just put the keys in, turn it on and go.

Not so fast.

While everything booted fine, something wasn't working with my built in Wi-Fi. While it managed to "see" my system and managing some sort of connection, I was still getting a "no connectivity" error message. Something about the IP address pointed me in a direction to look. I mistakenly thought for the longest time that my IP address should be the same for both machines. That didn't work. Whatever I changed next brought me off-line systemwide. After recycling my router, Vonage router and Verizon modem, I managed to get the guts up and running. But my poor little laptop was still left alone in the cold outside the WEP protection of my system . An electronic Little Match Girl. I grew increasingly frustrated. I instinctively knew I knew how to accomplish this none too difficult task. But by now I was so frustrated I couldn't think. So of course I dialed up my current favorite internet porn site. As a supposed "straight" jock with a seriously hot cock said straight things like "you like that hot ass?" and "Oh, yeah. Fuck me harder." Straight indeed. It was still wicked hot, and with a moan and a shudder, I shot a hot load. Now I'm not making this part up. I no sooner had wiped up my now limp and sticky cock and tucked it back into my gym shorts, slipped on some sandals and headed out of the bedroom whereupon exactly what settings I needed for my laptop and where to find them popped into my head. (So you know, it needed the IP address from the router, from which all good "Internets" flow.) Ten minutes later, and my laptop was welcomed into the fold and christened "Tommysnewlittlebox".

This afternoon, a day later and I'm horny as fuck. I ran down a chance to attend an HIV+ (only) sex party that was supposed to happen but went kerflooey. I had cruised the Manhunt line, keeping a toe in the water all afternoon. I got nibbles but nothing. So I find myself at the laundromat, hoping to find satisfaction in a bag of clean clothes. That's not really a joke. I do get a weird sense of satisfaction (relief?) after I complete the laundry for the week. I feel ... settled by it. The actual wash cycle takes about 20 mins. Just enough time to head to the grocery store two blocks away and pick up what I need to complete a dinner. The drier cycle takes over 40 minutes. I like my clothes to finish completely dry. I suppose I could have purchased a magazine to pass the time. I suppose I could have purchased that computer bag I want but don't need. I instead passed my drier time at the local porno love shack. Where a hot, six foot tall bald guy with an awesome uncut cock, obligingly sucked my cock while bent over so the nice man in the adjoining booth could eat his ass and stick a finger up his hole. With porn playing on the screen beside me I was so turned on he barely had to move his head before I was ready to pop. Ever the lady, I pulled out and sprayed one in the corner. While drying my clothes. Multitask that, bitch.

Still, while I proceeded to folding my delicates, I gotta wonder how long this is going to go on. I still feel my dick twitch when a hot man with a round ass covered in denim walks by. No matter where I am or what I'm doing. If I can work an extra half hour into my gym time so I can work the steam room I do it. I'm still a fucking gland with a forty three year old fag attached. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad everything still works, and I suppose I exercise a modicum of control. But I still get led around by my cock on occasion.

Freaky Friday NSFW!

Back in the city on Friday night. I have the rest of the night off from work. I suddenly realize that if I remember correctly, The Ex is probably out of town. And The Hellcat is out of town working and won't be back for days. And I finally have the apartment all to myself! Fuck yeah!

Determined to put the opportunity to good use, I took off my panties and hung them on the fire escape. Apparently, the breeze was coming from the north as my call was answered by a dirty minded East Village tattooed man. Don't even go there, I knew for a fact they weren't the same person. Mid 30's and in pretty good shape.



We retreated to my air conditioned bedroom where he immediately started stripping. I obliged as well. He had a very specific agenda that I was only too happy to indulge. To wit: he wanted to eat, finger and play with my hole. Now I know on a lot of guys, they get crazy when you play with their nipples. I know some guys that can only cum if a little titty twisting is thrown in. My hotspot is decidedly south. You play with my hole and I'll follow you anywhere. So you can imagine how much I was enjoying myself here:

We played for a good hour, me on my back, on my stomach. At one point I feared I almost suffocated him when he had me squat right over his face. Tongue was replaced by fingers, and it wasn't long before toys were brought to play. I only have a few, (for now) but I do love to experiment.





Curiously, although he was hard the whole time, he never seemed to want to actually fuck me. I was content to buck up and down on his fingers for a few minutes while he jerked off. That seemed to get the job done. We agreed to meet again. Apparently, he has a very well equipped play space at his apartment. I promise to bring the camera.

Look Who Has Moved Into The Neighborhood.

And he's been working out at my gym. I have a good gym.