Force the snuggle

Having a guys face pushed into my crotch area as I hold his head. The guys eyes are closed, other wise pubic hair was be all in them. His nose is just below my cock, his mouth is right at my balls, he damn well better try to be getting his tongue out and playing with my balls. I have to jack my cock carefully so that I don't scrape up the side of the guys head. This is a position that if seven month ago you told me that I would enjoy I would have told you "what, I don't know what your talking about." Cut to now and I can't get enough of it, having a guys face there, feeling his facial stubble brush against my thigh, thats nice.

Art

People need more art in their lives. There's not much to remember from the dark ages unless you like pestilence, and the black death, but the Renaissance is another matter. A period in history where some massive gains in human knowledge occurred and some of the greatest artist flourished. Art and knowledge go hand in hand, and that is one argument for spending public money through the National Endowment for the Arts.

I don't know if Van Gogh would be to happy with what his art has inspired here, but if someone knows his name that didn't before I would think that makes up for any jest at his art expense.

Saturday Biking

Never know what your going to be seeing along the road during a biking event. In a few short weeks the Tour de France (TdF) begins and something like this not to uncommon. For me this weekend, I'm going to be doing good if I can keep up with this guy for all of 100 miles.

For those not familiar with biking, the above photo is similar to the time trial stages of the TdF. The day were each rider leaves a check point at three minutes intervals and rides as an individual to make their best time. Notice that the rear wheel and handlebars are different that if this rider was in a group.

The Best Blowjob for Ever or till My Next One?

I have just experienced the best blowjob of my life. more than thirty minutes later, I 'm still in the afterglow and want to recored it for posterity.

It stared with a guy that had blown me before, good cocksucker, but for some reason haven't been seeing him much lately. While today he mentioned that he had a married friend of his who wanted to watch me get blown. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist so that was no problem. Though I had almost next to nothing on the other guy, the only worry I had was that I may know him. (I didn't.)

When I arrived, I walked in and was there before the other guy, but he was right on my heels. The other guy was probably in the parking lot wanting to scope me out before making a final commitment, understandable as the guy is more discrete than me. As we walked to the room where this was going to take place, nothing was said between me and the other guy. When we got to the room, the cocksucker immediately started with my pants, and getting my cock out. I took off my shirt leaned back and started to enjoy the blowjob. The other guy started to play with my nipples, which normally I don't enjoy, but I think now the pain/pleasure connection has been has been established for here on out. After using his finger for a second, he lowered his head. Now up to this point, this guy could be anyone you see in Sunday mass, yes he was dressed that way with was also a turn on for me, but then when his mouth met my left nipple, a connection was made between my nipple and my cock (what the hell have I got myself into) that started to put me over the top. It also helped that he was fingering my balls, while on my nipple, and the other guy on my cock.

After a few minutes, I told the cock sucker to lick my balls, this left my cock open and the other guy bent down and put my cock in his mouth. I pushed back on what I was sitting on to give better access to my cock, and the guy took the opportunity to move to my right side, and play with my nipple there. Then he moved behind me and played with both nipples and he was able to watch our friend, move my cock in and out of his mouth. At this point his pants were unzipped and his cock was at full mast and poking out of his white cotton briefs. I used this time to reach into his pants and play with his cock, and he took the time to and visit the tip of my cock some more.

After that he moved back onto my left and propped himself similar to me but bent over the get access to my cock, Now for few minutes already I've been doing everything I could think of to slow up the ejaculation, and with him at the top of my cock, I said that I was going to cum. He gave my dick back to the cock sucker and I was already cumming as the tip of my cock hit his lips. I had to pull him off my cock when it got to be to sensitive for what he was doing to me in him mouth. Then he switched to the other guy, but got there a bit to late to take his load, part of it hit the floor.

We cleaned up, zipped up, and left. I got the guys first name and a bit of his saliva on my cock, that was all.

Now as I finish this, it's been well over an hour since the encounter and I'm still feeling residual effects of the blowjob. I think this is something that I may remember for the rest of my life, or until I get another blowjob of that quality.

Trying to think of why this would be so memorable; two guys on my cock and balls, a fully dressed guy watching, come to think of the encounter, I was the only one with my shirt off and my pants around my ankles. I've never had two guys on my cock and balls like that, I need to make sure in the future people who suck my cock share with others. Maybe it was because I was comfortable with the first guy and the second guy was there just to observe, though when it counted, he jumped right in. Maybe it was because the second guy was dressed as if he had some authority, and I was having him suck my cock.

Damn I want more of this.

Update: Two hours later I was back over there getting another blowjob. The guy watching was a big part of the experience, we already penciled in a date for the next time, after his vacation.

Casual Day at the Office

Anybody know what type of work these guys are doing and if their company is hiring. That would be really cool to work in a place with this dress code. Maybe at times a bit distracting, but still really cool, that is unless gym membership is not part of the benefits package.

Conversation Killer

The quickest way to kill a potential hook-up on an online site is to say that your not looking for sex right now. I don't exactly understand why this is, but I have experienced it several time. I can understand being horny, and wanting to get fucked, but a bottom having a new cock in his ass all the time has got to be somewhat of a blur, not know who has fucked you in the past.

Personally I find that the first time I am sliding my cock in a guys ass, I'm a little bit of an idiot, and I don't want to have idiot sex, one after the other, thats not what I'm looking for. I find that when I with the guy three or four times, I'm more comfortable and know what the bottom is expecting and what I can get away with as a top on this guy. I know if I have him on his back that my cock is going to be exploring parts of his ass that really don't need to be explored, and that if I have the bottom in a certain position I can get in deep, pound like a jackhammer, and the bottom loves it.

So to all those guys that see the size of my cock online and think that they are going to be sitting on it that evening, all I have to say is that "it ain't gonna' happen." The worst is another married guy that only contacts me with he has a few hours free and tries to put a guilt trip on me, because I'm not at his beck and call, I've told the guy to fuck off in many more words.

The Business Trip and Closed Bathhouse

Recently I had a trip to New Orleans scheduled, and being in a different town I thought I might visit a bath house to see what it would be like. I don't think that I would have a problem walking around other guys with my towel over my shoulder, and my cock at half mast. I guess I'm a little bit of an exhibitionist when it comes to walking about naked in places where it's not out of the ordinary.

Which reminds me of the time in my college fraternity where during a portion of the initiation a Greek statue is needed, and usually is one of the guys covered in oil, and flour and placed behind a curtain. That's not gay to have a group of guys rubbing oil and flour all over another guys body is it? I was drunk and stupid at the time, so it wasn't like I popped a boner, but I do remember the excitement of people peeking at my naked body as I had to stand still for quite a while.

Anyway back to New Orleans, I looked online for the bath house information and knew where the location was, and made sure that I had a few hours that I could get away and not be noticed. As I was walking toward the bath house I was debating if I should go in or not, wondering if I was going to chicken out of joining a group of guys, naked, in a different city and see how much cum my balls could produce in an afternoon. I was determined, then I wasn't, but when it came to me being within sight of the front door, I was going to go in. Then as I approached the front door I noticed the chains around the handles, the place was closed and more permanent than for just the afternoon. So my decision was made for me.

I still think the freedom of movement walking around nude with other guys there is something that I would like to do one day.