Long day at work

Long and busy at work today and didn't have time to writing about Saturday. Also my Latino boy came by after work (not boi - don't know what the hell that means) and we did it on the floor of my office, and I realize that rug burns are never fine.

Gay meter?

Here is an example of how gay or not I am.

Picture a 35 year old body builder laid out on the floor naked me sucking his nipples and my dick in his mouth, his 9.5" cock in my hand.

Got the picture? What would you do in a situation like this? I can tell you that I did something,different but I don't have time today to write it all out, you'll have to wait.

3some for Real

I can now say that I have been in a three way, with two other guys. It happened over lunch today, and has been planned for about three days. Just enough time to get nervous. To make things go smoother, I met with one of the guys yesterday for a trial run, seeing how things were going to go and what was going to fit where. The trial run was good, because today was the first time I had met the other guy. Its always kind of odd for me to meet a guy and within a few minutes to be naked and have my cock in his mouth, but that is what pretty much happened today.


Two guys on my cock, the I sucked  the new guys cock, and he was topped, but not by me, I was busy putting my cock in his mouth repeatedly, then when I got close to coming, I started jacking myself while both my balls were in the new guys mouth, that was a first, felt great. I came on his upper chest, and then he came. The other guy mean while kept pumping his ass, as my cock when back into his mouth, when the tip is at its most sensitive, making me quiver in pleasure, almost laughing.


Then clean up, shower, small talk and back to work. Over all a great way to spend my lunch hour.

Clowns?

I've always clowns kind of creepy. Anyone that puts on makeup to conceal themselves to be funny is something that I've never really enjoyed, but then I found these images online. Now I stuck between something I like to look at and something that is kinda creepy.

This reminds me of an HBO program that my wife and I caught several years ago documenting clown sex, where people (male and female) dress up as clowns then have an orgy. Same feeling, like watching a train wreak, I don't want to look, but I cant turn my head away, and after wards I wish I hadn't seen it, but go back anyway. If I saw these guys in real life I know that I would head the opposite way and avoid them as best I could.

Online Hookups or I've become "that asshole online"

Every time I'm online looking at the profile of other guys, I keep thinking that this is like being in a large room, where a flash of light occurs periodically giving you an insight in the guy your chatting with only when there is a flash of light.

Example; I'm chatting with a guy, everything seems to be going toward meeting him somewhere, then I go back and review his profile and I see something there that is a huge red flag for me. Something that is going to turn me from chatting to this guy to becoming one the of those assholes that suddenly drop off the site. I'm sure the other guy is wondering what he said to make me run, I know I've wondered about guys that suddenly stop talking to me. Was it something that I said, I never mentioned gerbils, anything perverted, or unsafe. Was it that quirky little fashion fetish that I have, when I ask them a personal question that seems to have no relevance to the chat that is between us.

Bottom line, is that I have been the asshole that I have been on the receive end of. I'm starting to learn that everyone does it, don't take it personal, and wait. After a few weeks, its a fresh world in the online hookup places. Everyone has a short memory, and sometimes I am glad of that. At the same time I also need to keep track of the duds that I have come across to keep from being "that asshole" in the future.

What I want out of this.

I think I now know what I want out of all this online connections with other guys. It really quite simple and probably selfish on my part.

Its a Monday night, I have a bit of time to play with other guys, and there is no one that seems to be available to suck my cock or let me fuck them. Is that really to much to ask to have someone on speed dial that has a place, near me and will let me come by and fuck them, after some notice of course.

I don't really want to just sit here and jack off, I also know that if I lower my standards, don't tell the whole truth, that I could find some sucker on craigslist that would be willing to take my dick in tonight, but would rather jack off than do that.

I haven't been doing this long enough to have a regular guy to call, and don't know how long it takes to get a regular guy on call. I wonder if its going to take several guys on call, so that on different days, I can call different guys. I'll see how this goes, maybe I'll find someone, or realize that what I started with is the best thing for me.

Labels

If there weren't labels for everything from sand to space, the world would not run as efficient as it does, but the same time when an individual is labeled, sometimes that shapes and forms the outcome of that person even if the label is wrong.

What brought this up was the news program that I saw recently about the princess boy in Seattle. Now I have to admit that when I was young, I had sisters who had ballerina or dance stuff / tutus, and one day I wore one of these in the yard with others, and there were photos taken. I wasn't embarrassed, it was just something funny and fun to do. I think in a sense that it did label me, but as to what effect it had on my up bringing I couldn't say, though I am here writing about this now.

Back to the princess boy, what is going to happen to him when he starts to hit puberty and his hormones start to tell him that girls are in his future, but his family and friends are all princess sympathizers? So once'd labeled, how difficult is it to change that label or ignore that label. From experience there are people that have labeled me and have been quite surprised to see me in a different way, its like they knew me one way and didn't really like me in another way.