My Online Profile its back

A few months ago I thought that I had made a connection with a few guys that I could then go off line and develop some sort of relationship with those guys further through direct contact. Boy was I wrong. I'm not talking about dating these guys, just getting to know them and meeting with them at times of horniness and free time.

With out a profile online that someone could go to and see pictures of various parts of my body, emails went unanswered. So now I have a new profile and back to developing contacts and connections with guys online. The single thing that I find the funniest with guys cruising online when their profile reads that they are a top, looking for bottoms to fuck all night long. Then they come across my profile see the size of cock that I say I have and suddenly they are bottoms, really From a size point of view, I under sell the size, because with a cock ring I get another half inch or so, and if I just get really excited about a guy I could almost be that size without a cock ring, but enough about cock size, cause its how its used, not just the length.

The single thing that I almost would say that I don't like about online profile, but is really a good screening procedure is to say that I'm not looking for a quickie. How many guys get online on a daily basis with the sole objective of busting a nut with a guy they just met for the first time and have little to no intention of ever seeing again. It may be just me but I don't always do my best with someone that I've never met before. With me, I can do better the second and third time than the first. I really don't want to mess around with a guy that sets the standard of a hook-up as being a hard cock and a place to have it exposed to him for a period of time. I would have to say the I'm looking for the elusive FWB

On a side note, this may be judgmental on my part, but I think that part of the reason the Christian fundamentalist hate gay people is because of the casual sex that gay guys get at the drop of a hat. I'm sure in private they are thinking of ways that all men should be as sexually frustrated as they are. For them, sex is between a man and a women for the sole reason of procreation, beyond that all sex is a sin. They don't take into consideration that we are basically wired to fuck anything, at any time, but if we did do that we wouldn't have much of a society, just a bunch of people recovering from sex or about to engage in sex. or having sex.

but I digress, I have a profile again and chatting with guys online.

Tonight

This was pretty much the scene that I saw tonight. The difference being that I shaved my balls today, and the bottom was well shaved as well. I asked to make a video of my cock going in and out, but he said no, so I didn't, I'll have to keep this similar photo to remind me of the event.

He is also the third bottom, that for lack of a proper definition of what happened I'm going to say, I wreaked. At some point after we were going for a while, I turned him over onto his back, and my cock went another direction inside the guy and suddenly he becomes hyper sensitive, and feels like he's going to piss himself. I said be my guest as I didn't really want to stop and it would have gone onto his chest, then off his side to the tile floor, easy clean-up.  Finally I did relent, and he did have to piss, and we did resume, but the way we started, him face down ass up.

To Gay or Not to Gay

How do you explain to someone that having your rock hard cock in a guys ass, as you pound away. The bottom guy is leaking pre-cum like a sieve, and about to have one of the best orgasms of his life. That this happens between the two guys on a regular basis, that its not a gay action.

I know that having a cock in a guys ass, and making out with him at the same time, is pretty much a definitive answer to the question of what gay is, but somehow it's not. I think this is what goes to the core of what being bi-sexual means.

By the way, this is one of the greatest ab workouts that is possible, I need to work my abs more.

This picture seems to be in a private walk in closet, though it may be in a retail store.

You have two good looking guys, one on his knees servicing the others rock hard cock with his mouth. The guy receiving the blow job has his head thrown back, enjoying the feeling of his cock in the guys mouth. And you would think that all is right in this household. Then you look at the background.

All I'm going to say is that life if to short to be so anal as to hang each individual pair of underwear on a hanger in the closet. Throw it all in a drawer and everyday is going to be a surprise as you reach in and grab a pair to wear that day. It's like life, as much as you plan, every day is going to bring different things into your life, don't get caught up in the trivial things.

Two Ships Pass in the Night

"Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence."


by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Loose Pants

Today I was heading to a Federal Building, and knowing that I would be going through security, I decided to leave my belt at the office so that I didn't have to take it off and put it back on in the the lobby. Looking around at other guys that did have on belts and loose jeans, there was a lot of underware on display outside the IRS office this afternoon.

My experience started as I got out of my car a few blocks away and started to walk toward the building. The feeling of no belt, my pants being held in place by my hips, my now trim stomach, as the waist of my jeans stayed in place but moved around like I remember when I was young. The image that came to mind was of the shirtless dude in jeans and there is that gap between his waist and the jeans. This gap looks almost enough to be able to see his torso disappear into his pants. Hinting at his male physique, but not enough to call if anything but g-rated. Its just one of those things that make me feel sexy at times, and like to see in other guys.

Things I've Never Told Anyone: 8" your calling that 8"

When I decided to explore my gay side, the only place that I even had a hint of to find guys was on Craigslist. So one day in the summer of 2010, I was looking at the CL ads and one seemed to be looking for the same thing as me. At this point I wasn't 100% sure if I was a top or a bottom, not sure exactly what that meant at the time. I knew that I liked to look at the male physique and jack off. So I responded to this ad.

The guy sounded okay on in the emails, but as soon as we met, something was off, different from just being nervous. We did something that he said he had never done before, which was to take me directly to his place that he has to play with guys. I presume that he did this because he thought I was good looking, but it could have been just a line he was feeding me.

Long story short, we got naked, didn't touch, jacked off to some porn. The guy said that he was 8" and when I saw his cock, my first thought was really 8" what type of ruler are your using, cause a "shrinky dinky" ruler doesn't count. I've since learned that there is a real world measurement and an internet measurement.

Besides finding that he only want me to bottom, and seeing that is cock was noticeably less than 8" and several other things that didn't quite settle with me, our encounters never progressed past the meet and jack stage. By this guys standard of measurement I'm closer to 12" in length than my actual length, though I'm really not that close to 12".

On Smoking

I gave up smoking more than a decade ago, and have no real desire to take up that habit again, but when I see shots like this it brings back memories of being young and smoking. Smoking, like most things in life, is for the young and the stupid, and to be misunderstood by both camps till years later.

I read the book Atlas Shrugged and thought it was a very profound book when I was nineteen and the following is a quote from the book about smoking. I know smoking is bad for me as I know I feel better when   since I've quite smoking. I've also come to realize that the philosophies of Ayn Rand are a bit over the top, and would only work in a world without gray areas, and I like the gray areas of life.

"I like Cigarettes; I like to think of fire held in a man’s hand. FIRE, a dangerous force, tamed at his finger tips. I often wonder about the hours when a man sits alone watching the smoke of a cigarette, thinking. I wonder what great things have come out from such hours. When a man thinks there is a spot of fire alive in his mind – and it is proper that he should have the burning point of a cigarette as his one expression."

- Ayn Rand (Atlas Shrugged, 1957)

Bikers butt

The thought has occurred to me on more than one occasion, when I'm riding with a group of guys, is it possible to insert a penis into the anal cavity with out lifting your butt off the seat of a bike. Now I have found a photo that shows that indeed it is possible, though I wouldn't necessary want to get my nuts slapped against the underside of the seat. Unbeknownst to me until very recent, some guys like to put their nose and mouth into the ass area of another guys after the area in question has become saturated in sweat, who knew.

And don't tell me that other people don't think of some stupid shit all the time, I'm just airing here on my blog.

This is also one of the advantages of getting my exercise from biking, it is perfectly acceptable to stare at a guys ass that is directly in front of you, in a totally non-sexual way.

Bondage

There is something oddly appealing about bondage; the rope, the intricacy of the the knots, the fact that another person has total control over your, the giving up of yourself for their pleasure. Knowing that you are putting yourself into a situation where you still have a voice, but not an option on what another person could do to you. Some of the knots that are used are appealing visually, and the time, effort, and knowledge that some is willing to tie up another person, I can imagine the sexual tension is pretty high.

In a sense I would think it would be like giving up all your worries, all your thoughts about what needed to be done, and not become a victim, but probably more at peace with yourself and the world. When you are bound, there is no action that you can take that would change the outcome of what your partner wanted to do with you. You are totally at the mercy of another person for you well being and pleasure, and on a certain level that is something that I might want to experience one day.

Things I've NeverTold Anyone: Self Suck

When I was thirteen or ao, I some how got the idea to suck my own cock. I don't know where this idea came from, as at this time my knowledge of gay porn consisted of seeing my sisters single playgirl magazine. I remember that I had checked a book out from the library about yoga, and stretching, so one day I was in my room, door closed, and naked and decided to give it a try.

Now this act is for the young, the limber and the stupid, as I was in college when a guy told me that a friend of his had thrown his back out trying to suck his own cock, example of the stupid. I was in the young and stupid category when I tried to suck my own cock. The good part of the story is that I was able to get the head of my cock in my mouth,and it was glorious for a thirteen year old boy to self perform his first blow job. The bad part of the story is that was the one and only time I did that act.

The reason it was only a single act, was that just as I was really getting into having my own cock in my mouth, the door to my room slide open and my sister was right there. I've blocked out all the details that follow, but the end result was that was the only time that action ever occurred, it was another five or six years before I discovered the adult bookstore and the arcades that I was to have my first true blow job, but that was kind of a bust also, but for different reasons,


Years later after getting over some of the guilt, I did try again, but alas, the self suck was beyond my grasp, I was no longer young, not limber, and smart enough not to mess up my back. Still on the lookout for the allusive toothless cock sucker though.

Domination

I remember watching some tv show and hearing that in S and M, the person who is the slave tends to be a very dominate person in his or her daily life / work, and it's the chance to play a different role that gets them off. I've always wondered there there was some validity to this, and now I m starting to believe that it is true based on my own experience and interaction.

Recently I've been chatting with this guy online and knowing what he does for a living and knowing what he wants me to do to him in a private setting are polar opposites. It started out easily enough with him wanting me to not put my cock into his as slowly, but to push to the balls in one quick motion to let his ass know who is in charge. Now he has suggested various places on my body where I will be holding the back of his head and forcing his face and tongue into various crevasses and cavities of my body.

This guy wanted me to be dominate over him, like he is dominate over his men in his line of work, he is dominate in his work place that he is just itching for me to put him in his place and use him as me and my cock see fit. We've been chatting for a while, and our schedules and his fiancé have prevented us from actually meeting in person, but when we do, he wants to be my sexual play thing to do with at my will. Talk like that pretty much gets my dick hard in an instant, and I can't wait for a face to face meeting, and these three hour chat to be needed less.

I plan on recreating the image above, minus the leather chaps, he is going to bare ass naked, as will I at some point.

Fantasy - Groom; the Night Before His Wedding?

Is it bad of me to want to make the groom, just hours before he is going to marry the woman of his dreams, beg and plead for my cock. For me to take this groom, strip him naked and shove my cock down his throat till he almost passes out. To fuck his ass so hard and so long that the next day, as he is standing at the alter, I see him hobble around from the pain that I dished out to him just hours before.

Does that make me a bad person?

I've got the groom lined up, just waiting to hear the date for the wedding.

Things I've never told anyone - The guy in Paris

One Summer I spent with a Europass and traveled around all of Western Europe. You would think that a curious guy in a foreign county alone, never going to see anyone again would go all out and explore every option available, but alas I didn't. I'm boring that way, I cared more about seeing the cities and the museums that I didn about the individual people.

Anyway, there was a time when I was in Paris, slightly homesick, drinking a bottle of wine from a brown paper bag along the banks of the Seine at a covered industrial area somewhere just up river the Notra Dame. It was like a promenade along the river, and I though that I was the only one around. Little did I know that I had just stumbled into a anonymous hookup site filled with guy on guy sex hidden just a few feet from where I was sitting watching the river flow by.

So I'm sitting there and a jogger jogs by, nice body, shirtless, the running shorts, try not to look, A few seconds later the same jogger is back and is talking to me. and before I know it we've walked around the wall where there were about twenty guys doing things that I hadn't even seen in porn magazines, pairs, singles, threesomes, and this jogger is all over my body.

Let me say that at this point I was clueless when it came to guy on guy stuff. I'd never seen a foreskin, had no idea what a top or a bottom was, so I was just pure ignorant instinct at this point. I mentioned that I had a hotel room and he asked if we could go there. So some how we got a cab, made it to my hotel room, and while I was struggling with the laces on my shoes this guy was already naked and on my bed. I think I ended up just pulling my shoes off, getting naked and getting on the bed.

The next part is a bit hazy but there are parts of it that I remember distinctly. Somehow I was on my back, he was laying on top of me, and I started to put my erected penis into this guys asshole. I didn't know the protocol, I didn't know that lube was needed, I didn't know that things needed to be cleaned, but mostly I didn't know that he was a top and really didn't like a penis trying to get into his ass. The next thing I remember is being in a bed in Paris in the late afternoon, having a erection and alone. I don't remember sucking his cock, and I don't think that he sucked my cock, so other than rubbing our naked bodies together, the event was a total bust.

Maybe, thinking back on it, the instinct to being a top was just inherent. I know a bit more about guy on guy stuff now, and if I had to reenact the encounter now I would have spent more time along the riverbank and wouldn't have gone anywhere unless my cock had been balls deep in the guys mouth. Maybe I would have wondered around with my cock out watching the other guys till I came from jacking off.

Mental fun with Scott

The following is a rather long comment that I made on Scott's Str8jocktalking2 blog the other day. I mainly what to post it here for my record, as it was fun to write and think about what I would do to this guy if I had him in a hotel room to myself for a while.

If I had Scott alone in a Hotel room here is what I would do. First I tell him to take his cloths off, piece by piece. After I had him naked, I would then inspect the goods, and make sure he was there to get good and fucked because there no backing out after he's naked and got me started with an erection. I'd ask him politely to suck my cock and see what his skill are in that department. After I have a full erection, I would tell him to get on the bed, on his back with his legs in the air, in the mean time I would be slowly undressing. I would then get in position over him, my cock at the ready, and lube his ass and prepare it for the assault I'm about to give him. One finger at first, because I know he likes that, then slowly with the head of my cock, making slight in and out motions as I slowly get to full penetration. After I know his ass has accepted my cock, that's I when I go to town. The position I like here for my elbows on his chest with my hands holding his head up so he can see the base of my cock move in and out of his ass. Most guys in this position would want to kiss him, but not me, don't really get into. I would then flip him over with his ass in the air and enter him at a slight angle to achieve maximum penetration, and at this point he would be clinching the sheets, screaming in pleasure and have already cum at least twice, asking me to not stop. If I hadn't cum at this point I would flip him onto his back, straddle his chest with my cock in his face and cum right there.

I saw this photo and the first thing that entered my mind was that someone had gotten a photo of me when I was younger, cause that is very similar to my cock this guy has there. And yes I checked I still have mine, I really never go more than twenty minutes between checking to make sure my cock and balls are still in the same place. I've never actually lost them, but after seeing "The World According to Garp" and the wife is in the car with her student who pressures her for a blow job, and then the husband comes gliding his car into the same parking space. Lets just say that I have a fear of loosing my cock, and I don't even know if thats a real phobia. And yes I touched myself about ten times just writing this, still there.

Labels

I recently made a comment on horny fiction about being revoked of my gay card, and this got me thinking about labels in general. Society needs labels to help us function as a society, but we should never be defined by our labels.

Labels are like uniforms in the since that when you see someone dressed as a police officer, there are certain things that you would expect then to do if you needed help. If you saw someone in scrubs you would expect them to be in the medical field. Like uniforms, labels are something that you wear, not what defines you as a person.

This is what has been bothering me about people saying that if you suck a cock, then your gay and you need to let the world know that your out and proud. Well I've sucked maybe six cocks in my life, and I would challenge anyone who would want to label me as gay. If someone wants to label me for my pass actions, then here are some that might be more appropriate; human, asshole, lazy, ignorant, fuck-up, to name a few.

So I'm okay with being gay for a while, being an asshole at times, and being ignorant of everything that I don't know, but I'm always myself. While everyone will not see all the facets of my personality, I will and I can live with that, and I respect others for being themselves, no matter what label they chose to identify themselves with.

Things I've never told anyone - Coffee

Once in college, I was making coffee in the studio and several people were going to share the coffee with me. As we poured the coffee, one guy had added sugar and needs to stir. He picked a large diameter pencil I had on the desk and started to stir. I saw what he was doing and caught him before he put the pencil into his coffee. I told him that it was dirty and I could get him a spoon. His comment as he put the pencil into his coffee was " unless it's been up your but, it's okay."

At that point I couldn't very well tell him that that is exactly why I was trying to stop him from using that pencil to stir his coffee, so I kept quiet. He didn't get sick or anything, and I never used that pencil in my ass again, it had been tainted with his coffee.