Cam4 Confusion...

So I'm browsing around in Cam4, and come across this video. I navigate to it, and read the profile pictured on the left. it says, (in case you didn't read it) "Bisexual" and the relationship status is "Committed". Then I looked at the video and made this pic below:

Now, maybe I am a bit confused here. They say they are committed to each other, yet the profile reads "BISEXUAL"...Doesn't that make them GAY and not Bisexual?

This just in from Adam4Adam...

Just received this message in my inbox on Adam4Adam;
Ummmm...simply because I said 'great profile' ??? ummm....no. No recip? ummm...no. Sight unseen? ummm...no.

• ItzAlSex2Me: great profile
• XXXXXX: Thanks for I am in Pikeville it's always my luck the good guys are far away however I do try to follow the PC mens basketball team weather permitting they play Campbellsville on Jan 6th a Thursday if I make it down would love to have at least some oral if you got a place

John Holmes

Rummaging around the internet, I came across this vintage photo of the Legendary John Holmes. Now I have seen him in straight porn millions of times throughout the years YEARS and had no clue he was uncut...I guess he was always hard in the movies and the skin was pulled back, head exposed...I don't know but I DO remember the furor over how big "Johnny Wadd" was. Rumors ranging from 12.5 to 16...I can fully believe 12", although it was reported Here that he measured it himself and was 13.5. I also look back and laugh, because modern porn has men that make John seem 'average'...

Bob Blount; BEAUTIFUL! FLAWLESS!!!

Marilyn Monroe was the most beautiful woman that ever lived. In my opinion this is the most beautiful man. His name was Robert Curtis "Bob" Blount, A.K.A. Lloyd Kasper and he appeared in Playgirl in April of 1979 as the "Man for April". I stumbled upon these pictures a long time ago and lost them, as well as the link I saved in "favorites". I spent the last 2 days looking for them and FINALLY found them.

Besides the obvious 'attraction', those eyes could melt a glacier! Now "PLAYGIRL" centerfolds were all supposed to be "Straight" men...ummm...yeah , right...Bob had began quite the career in gay porn, however at the peak of porn-fame, Bob was killed in a motorcycle accident 06Sep1979, 5 months after his centerfold hit the news stands. What a loss of a beautiful man, and a beautiful uncut dick. Santa, are you taking note here?

Sam J. Jones

In June of 1975, actor Sam Jones, A.K.A. Sam J. Jones appeared in "PLAYGIRL" magazine as the centerfold. and that truly IS one nice, fluffy, big ol' peter...In the day "Flash Gordon" was hot as hell, and major "monkey-spank" material for many of us, ...that is...back in the day...currently he ain't so hot. Time is very cruel to some peeps. Interesting hair color changes for a "straight" man too...

The Perfect Bisexual "third"

One for wife; One for hubby...

Cherokee Park

I picked this guy up once in Cherokee Park In louisville...Was a nice umm...disraction for an evening. He was about 4' 6", fuzzy and PACKIN'...Not a whole lot to say here; Not one of my better encounters. Initially we were both into each other but later in the evening, the attraction kinda fizzled...Still a handsome young man and worth a blog note. I pixel-ed out his face to preserve his privacy in case he's still haunting the park. Again, please forgive the quality of the pix; the webcam had to suffice once more.

"Louisville MoJo" Noah

This urban, Bohemian, throw-back hippie is Noah. I met him on a local online social networking site in Louisville. I know the pix below are not of the best quality; I saw an opportunity and grabbed my old Intel webcam and started snapping...

Noah Sleeping and...

Still 3/4 hard....

While living in Louisville and working for the casino, I started chatting online on "Louisville MoJo", the afore mentioned website for social networking. Mostly I talked and harmlessly flirted with the straight guys...and one in particular; Noah. Noah's profile pic in "MoJo" had a pic of a hot youg man, and he was very comfortable with gays. We chatted a few times and I tried to get him to come by, but he wasn't having it. One summer night, after crawling the nightclubs with my usual entourage of friends, I came home VERY drunk but wide awake. I got out of party clothes and into a pair of shorts and a tee and got online. Straight to "MoJo" I went. There was a party at Phoenix Hill Tavern just down the street from me, and it was being broadcast online. Noah was also online. He struck up a conversation and we chatted back and forth a bit. Then to my amazement, Noah asked if he could come over. I was shocked and immediately said sure. I gave him directions, and soon he was there. he came on a bicycle, which he parked and locked up at my front door. Noah brought a sixer with him, and I already had beer in my 'fridge; I don't like beer, but always keep beer on hand for guests who like it...I knew this was gonna be an interesting evening...Noah, is about my height, 5'11" thin, but not skinny. He had long dark brown dreadlocks, full, long "santa-style" beard. Over the dreadlocks was a brownish "Bob Marley" style beret`; a funky band tee of a local no-name band, green military-issue pants and a pair of high-top "Chuck Taylor"s. Around his neck was a long piece of cotton string with a key on it. a cute "Throw-back hippie" is all I could think....

..."Noah knew even before he started out to come to my apartment I wanted to suck his dick"...

Noah and I chatted for quite a while. It didn't take me long to figure out by Noah's mode of transportation, his apparel, his dreadlocks, that he was pretty much a street person, or at least a step or 2 above it. He told me he was working for one of the many tiny bars that line Bardstown Rd. in the Highlands. I'm quite sure it was doing something close to nothing...his main line of work is "jewelry-making". I also assumed that he had no place to stay that evening. I'm guessing his "roomie" was getting some pussy and asked Noah to make himself scarce...or he may have told me that outright...I can't remember. By this time, I am also noticing no visible "package" showing on ol' Noah....was I in for a surprise... Noah knew before he ever started out to come to my apartment that I wanted to suck his dick. The sun was beginning to rise by this time and both of us were getting very sleepy. I was now sober, and Noah was feeling no pain from the sixer he brought, plus the 3-4 that I already had in my 'fridge. I decided I would take a chance. Worst case scenario, he would just leave. I went over and sat down beside him on the small loveseat I had at the time. I reached over and began to unfasten his pants. Noah had a mixed look on his face. In retrospect, I don't think he REALLY wanted to do this, on the other hand, he needed a place to stay and he was getting the pleasure, so it was a win/win for him. He began to assist me in taking his pants down and out popped quite the surprise. It was 8" at least, and quite thick...Noah was already semi-hard and in a matter of seconds had a full head of steam. I took it in my mouth, and began to suck his cock. I slipped his pants to his shins, spread his legs and started to finger his ass. I pulled out my finger and began to play with his nuts. Noah must have already been somewhat aroused, because it was no more than 3-4 minutes before he blew his load in my mouth. Not a huge load but it was very nice.

Noah immediately wanted to go to sleep. He got totally naked, hung the string/key on the doorpull on one of my kitchen cabinets, and climbed into my bed. he talked all evening about having some sort of 'responsibility' he had to see to on Sunday, so had me set my alarm clock to get him up by 2:PM. I awoke about an hour before Noah, at which time I made the pix above...He has no clue they exist and his face is pretty much concealed, so....I finally got him up when he requested, and he began complaining about being late, ect. ect. Noah dressed after declining a shower, and I loaded him and his bike into my truck. I took him to the small bar where he said he worked. He said he was coming back that night. I knew he wouldn't...

HappyThanksgiving

"He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has." ~Epictetus

James, The Construction Worker

This is James. I met james via Craigslist 07JUL2010. we emailed back and forth a few times getting acquainted. He had to go to bed soon because of his job, so he sends the pic at the left and I immediately start getting ready to drive the 45 minutes or so to Dickson TN..appropriately named I think... So we exchange phone numbers, he tells me the room number and and I get on the road. about half of the way there I call him. He has a guy coming; be there in about 10 minutes. OH HELL NO! I spent money for gas and half way there? Oh no, I am going! So I continued on anyway. Sloppy seconds is not my style but to try and get me to turn around after I'm half-way to my destination? oh no, not happening...I find a discreet parking space near the room he advised and waited. My wait wasn't long. Soon after I got parked, this old slug of a man came out buttoning his pants. I sat silently until the slug left and called James. I told him I was outside and asked if he was ready for "round 2". He eagerly agreed and I went in.

..."No one had ever eaten his hole. he went wild!"...

James was a small man, small meaning short. about 5'4" to maybe 5'6" balding and bearded. Furry chest and belly...overall a hot lil' daddy. we chatted lightly a bit then James grabbed my dick. I immediately got undressed, him following suit; well all he had on was pajama pants...and we proceeded to 69. James straddled my face and went down on my cock. He was so short that sucking his sizable cock was kinda hard so, I opted to eat his ass. My tongue hit his hole and he totally shuddered. No one had ever eaten his ass. he went wild! I ate his hungry, fresh-fucked hole for several minutes until he couldn't take it any longer. JAMES WANTED FUCKED. period. And I obliged. I left the house in such a hurry that I forgot lube, so it was spit and push time. I greased up my cock the best I could with my spit. James got on all 4's on the bed. I started to ease my cock in and even though James had just gotten fucked about an hour earlier, his hole was TIGHT! I was surprised as to how tight. His manpussy gripped my hard dick like an old friend as I pumped in and out of him. he moaned and gasped. The more he gasped the harder and faster I pumped until i filled his orifice with hot DNA. It wasn't a short fuck,about 30 minutes... I was trying to hurry and not hurry as the hour was getting late and he had to go to work. I finished off cleaned up a bit and again we chatted a bit. I learned he was in the Nashville area to remodel KROGER stores and would be there for a while. He went on and on about getting his ass eaten the first time. I asked "Did you like it?" and his reply was "I don't know..." an odd Answer I thought. I could see that he was thinking about it a lot too. I said my good nights and left. In a way I never thought I would see him again but as fate would have it...

Apparently James REALLY liked my tongue on his hole. As I stated earlier, I could tell it was weighing on his mind and by the time I got back to my apartment, there was an email from him. I emailed back and we eventually set something up for the following Monday. I journeyed back to Dickson, and met up with James in the same room. The week prior he had gone home to the wife and kids. His home was in Chattanooga, with his original home in FLA. James had just got off work and needed to shower. I got naked and laid on the bed and waited to hear the water turn off. soon it did and he came into the room naked and we got into a hot 69. I KNEW this is what would happen, as he had been thinking about the eating he got before. Just as we were both getting into it hot and heavy his phone rang. I was like "let it go, dude..." but he got up and looked at it for fear it may be work...and it was...dammit. He had to go. But I wasn't about to waste a trip. I laid him back and sucked him off before he left. I tried a few times to hook up with James again, but it would be very hard to, since I have moved here to KY..the armpit of America...but I do have my fond memories, a pic and my blog to keep it all alive...

Shaun

This handsome man is Shaun. He was one of my regular 'playmates' when I lived in Louisville KY and worked for the casino. Even though I got this pic off the internet, out of respect for his privacy I have pixel-ed out his face, as I dont know where he is and If he would agree to having this pic published..sorry. Shaun and I met in, I believe, the now-defunct yahoo chat rooms. In those days, he went by "BottomBoy_32"... We struck up a conversation, he asked the "top/bottom" question and I said that I was a top and he instantly wanted to come over. Shaun always maintained he had a case of "Manpussy Itch" meaning he could not get enough cock. Shaun was a bisexual, dating women and had a child, but definitely leaning way more towards men. He came over that evening; Tall, thin...not painfully thin but not fat. The picture to the left is pretty accurate at the time. he came in and within the first minute he was naked and I was sucking his cock. not a huge cock, but as I have stated so many times I am not a size freak. I sucked him for a bit, but he really wasnt into it as much as having my cock in his ass. I got naked and slipped my dick in, the whole situation was kind of new to me, very hot, and turned me into a "Two-Hump Chump"...I came way too early. for that evening. Shaun then requested coffee. I made a pot and he got on my PC and started chatting online.It was at this point I learned exactly how 'itchy' shaun's 'manpussy' was; he had created a yahoo group called BottomBoy's Louisville Hook-up. I also learned that, while I am not a size-freak, Shaun was. I always accused him of wanting a baseball bat in his ass. It wouldnt surprise me if he hasn't tried it.

After this initial meeting, Shaun started dropping in for cock and coffee regularly. Most of the time anounced, a few times unannounced, which was fun! On occasion a man turning up at your front door wanting sex is cool as hell! While sifting through old blog entries, I found this line from 09SEP2003;

"Shaun showed up on my doorstep this morning around 6AM wanting some "anal attention" and, of course, being the horndawg that I am I happily obliged...was kinda a nice wake-up surprise however he wanted me to try something called 'snowballing'...I had never heard of this or at least not by that name....well being the experimenter that I am I gave it a shot...and almost threw up in his mouth..."

I immediately remembered this day well. I fucked him, and I was barely awake...It was great! The whole "Snowballing" concept thrilled me in concept. The thought of me laying on top of him, missionary-style, my cock buried in his hot ass and passing the wad he shot in my mouth between us sounded hot as hell, however when it came down to ACTUALLY trying it, it grossed me out so bad...I'm not sure to this day I could do it, but I'd definitely try again with the right guy. Aside from the snowballing fiasco, these pre-work-day fucks were great. Shaun dropped in a couple of times VERY early in the morning on his way to work...The times shaun came in the evening, he always wanted coffee when he came by, so I learned to keep a big can of coffee in the house at all times...and always wanted on my computer. he would sit drinking his coffee and arrange hook-ups. We usually always ended up with at least 2 other guys, and as many as 5 crammed into my tiny Highlands apartment, all naked, sweaty, and pleasuring each other and Shaun's insatiable hole. I remember one of these occasions when my apartment was filled, Shaun was getting his hole serviced. the guy fucking him was a jerk, and had an average length dick but it was thick and wide. The jerk really stretched out Shaun's hole and he was loving it so much and began to moan LOUDLY...The next day one of my neighbors drew it to my attention..oops!

After a year or so of sexual encounters with Shaun, I fell on hard times and lost my apartment. He and I were supposed to get a place together, but he kind of disappeared leaving me in a bit of a tight spot. Shaun had his own issues; I think he lost his job... so I hold no ill-will, as his own life may have gotten in the way. Like a cat, I always land on my feet, and my situation worked out for me. I lost touch with Shaun around this time. His yahoo group is rarely visited and I cannot find him online. I hope where ever he is, he is well, and I think him for some great memories.

Cockshow65 (video)

"Cockshow65" a.k.a "Longhairedsteve_nude"; an old acquaintance from Yahoo. This is one of his many self-satisfying videos...

More Hot Vintage Porn...

Hot Vintage Porn

Both these antique guys are HOT! If I had to chose between the 2, it would be the furry dude doing the sucking...

Rob

Looking through my computer for things for this site I ran across these pix of an old and dear friend. This is my friend Rob from PA. Rob was my very first internet bud. We have talked off and on for over 20 years, and finally got to meet face to face about 6 years ago when I took a trip to Pennsylvania. I currently have lost touch with Rob...I think I will try and call him tomorrow. Rob is sort of the inspiration for this site. he always said when we were old and retired, I'd move there and we would sit on the front porch in rockers, sipping screwdrivers and reminiscing over our past sexual escapades. "All da EVIL and all da LOVE..." Right now that's sounding pretty good to me...

Eugene; My "First"

~Author’s note: this is an event that happened earlier in my life. Done from memories more than a decade old, the peripheral details are all approximate; the sexual details are dead-on accurate & well worth preserving.~ Jeffrey

..."About to lose my virginity AND took him away from an annoying asshole To Boot!"...

Spring of 1991, I believe…I cannot remember the exact time of year. It was still somewhat cool, yet warm enough that a light jacket would suffice. I was becoming accustomed to my new life as a gay male fairly well. I had made an army of new friends; experienced my 1st gay New Years Eve. All of this as new and exciting to me though I was still lacking in one arena; I was still untouched by another male. A late bloomer all around I guess… I was out with some of my entourage of friends. It was Saturday night, I had gotten off at 5 that afternoon and I wasn’t due in to work until later the next day...Plenty of time to go out and 'play'. The “Stage Door”, affectionately known as the “Door” by its regulars, was packed with the usual collection of psychos, sissies and trolls. Brian, an acquaintance of mine, and I had cocktails, and at one point went outside for some reason. I Cannot remember if we had strolled to another bar or left altogether to go to “1470 West” which was still out on Dorothy Ln. I am inclined to think we walked to another bar. "1470" was a bit of a drive , and usually the last stop of the evening to dance away the alcohol we had consumed earlier. We were on the sidewalk headed back into the “Door” when we ran into this absolute Greek god of a man. He was about my height, maybe a little taller than me. He had dark, somewhat thinning hair eyes and moustache. He had a baby face yet ruggedly handsome just the way I like my men. He had “5 O’clock” shadow which was even more a turn on. This guy could easily have modeled for any agency. As we approached him, he asked us if any of us wanted a blowjob! Now this shocked me a little bit and excited me at the same time. My friends suggested he was a hustler and we moved on. We went into the “Door”, found seats and ordered cocktails. There was this old guy there that I disliked intensely. He was running about the bar in a pair of rhinestone drop-style earrings annoying everyone. As we sat nursing our drinks, I saw the Greek God walk in the door and begin to circulate. I was enthralled, yet felt a hot man like him wouldn’t be remotely interested in a guy like me. He continued to gravitate towards us and the idiot in the earrings appeared again, about the time the Greek god walked up. I turned around on my barstool and struck up a conversation. I found out his name was Eugene...a name that certainly did NOT fit him...and that he was from the Cleveland area. Mr. Earrings continued to be annoying, and my acquaintance began to run interference for me. Eugene explained that he was extremely horny and had been to the bookstore on 5th street (the Oregon District; a funky-trendy party area of Dayton, much like Bardstown Rd. in Louisville KY) and sucked a few cocks there. We talked for a bit longer and I don’t know if it was the alcohol or just plain ol’ horniness, but I invited him home with me amid the advances of the earring-adorned idiot. It seems he had the same agenda as I did. I’m sorry, but it wasn’t about to happen. Again my acquaintance ran interference and Eugene agreed to follow me to Van Dalia.

..."He was very gentle and patient with me."...

I was absolutely thrilled by this; FINALLY I was to be deflowered. He and I left and he followed me in his ancient Chevy. We arrived at my tiny house in Van Dalia, and got out. He put his arm around me and we chatted a bit as we walked through the yard to the front door. Eugene told me that he was headed for Springfield OH the next day to begin training to drive a truck for J. B. Hunt trucking. Once inside we began to undress; Eugene had a killer body. He was hairy and built! His hair may have been thinning a bit on his head, but he made up for it below the neck! Not to the extreme hairy, like the guys who have hair on their backs, but just right; nice and fuzzy. The only thing keeping him from having a six-pack was a few visits to the local gym to achieve a little definition. He had about 6 to 6.5 inches swinging; not a huge cock but I’m no size queen and it was just right for his build. This guy was perfect. We crawled into bed and began to make out, kissing wildly and passionately. His hands explored my body as did mine his. I was in Heaven! here I was with a hot , I mean HOT guy and about to lose my virginity AND I took him away from an annoying asshole too boot! That was the icing on the cake! Eugene and I continued to make out, and then he ducked his head under the covers and began to suck my cock. And I hungrily gobbled his cock and balls up as well. We continued this for quite some time and then he said he wanted to be fucked...Now this isn’t exactly what I had in mind...I was the one wanting fucked...and for my first time, but I agreed. Being a novice and very nervous I wasn’t able to get inside him. We took a short break and I explained to him that I wanted fucked for my first time...He agreed and popped on a condom. I lay on my back and raised my legs in the traditional “missionary” style and he began to push into me. He was very gentle and patient with me. slowly , (and even stopping occasionally to allow my virgin manhole to get accustomed to the foreign object moving its way deeper into me.) he sunk his hard rod into me. It was pain and pleasure wrapped into one. Once my hot ass was used to having his cock inside it, he began to pump slowly. More pain mixed with much pleasure. As he rocked back and forth driving his hot cock deeper inside me, Eugene began to kiss and nibble on the calf of my right leg. My mind was on overload; I was trying so hard to please him and gain as much pleasure as I possibly could. After what seemed like hours of pain/pleasure, Eugene pulled out of my hole and removed the condom to finish his ejaculation on my stomach. It was terrific!! I, in turn shot my own hot load. We cleaned up a bit, then set the alarm clock and settled in for some sleep...Eugene had to be up early to get to Springfield and I had to be at work by 1:00 myself.

..."My heart sank a bit. Taking my ‘cherry’ meant nothing to him."...

The next morning, Eugene’s mood changed; He wasn’t rude or hateful, yet in my own naive mind I thought that the night before would have meant more to him that it did. He was cold, stand-offish, declining my advances for a repeat of earlier. He asked to take a shower and of course, being brought up to be a good host, I said “sure.” I got him a towel and made sure he had soap and everything he might need. While he was in the shower I went through the pockets of his jeans. Indeed, his name was Eugene. Eugene Cireno to be exact, and was from a ‘burb of Cleveland. At least I knew he hadn’t lied to me about that. Eugene finished his shower and came out into the living room. He dried himself and we lightly chatted and I asked his last name “Aww you don’t really need to know...its Smith...” My heart sank a bit. Taking my ‘cherry’ really had meant nothing to him. He realized that I was beginning to develop a little bit of an emotional attachment to him and, as I was to learn later, that was not part of his agenda. we said our goodbye’s and he left. I knew I would never see him again. I showered, dressed and went to work. Afterwards, I made my usual trek to the “Door” where I was applauded, and I believe I recall a few standing ovations, for finally losing my virginity. And who else should I run into that evening? The earring troll himself, and being the he-bitch that I am, I just HAD to tell him every last detail of my sexual escapades of the evening before, ending my story with “If you honestly thought I was about to let you take that away from me you have lost your tiny mind!!!!!”. Again, the icing on the cake. But I was still troubled. Aside from the initial feeling of guilt and of “I’ve done something dirty”, Eugene’s change in attitude still puzzled and disappointed me. My acquaintance, who was WAY more 'street-wise' at the time, explained to me that I had been no more than a "trick" to Eugene; a “one-night stand”. He went on to point out how fully loaded Eugene’s car as and that he was most likely a drifter looking for a place to stay for the night in exchange for sex. Needless to say this intensified my already bad feelings. Eventually I got over the feelings and accepted the “just for sexual pleasure” attitude of the gay community and I was ok with it. I came away from the experience a little less naive, less "green" and a HELL of a LOT wiser. In retrospect, it's really a hard call...I think I would have waited for a sexual partner that I knew better and cared more for me, although Eugene was so patient and gentle with me and absolutely GORGEOUS...it was an exquisitely wonderful, empty experience...And the beginning of "sex for sexual gratification only" way if thinking. I guess truthfully I have very few true regrets about that milestone of a night, I did realize that I was more a top that evening, and learned that I REALLY like furry men. To this day, when I’m driving on an interstate and come upon a J.B.Hunt truck I look to see if I might recognize the driver, and I become aroused. Eugene, beautiful Greek god asshole that he may be, will always be special to me. He was, after all, my "first"...

G.I. Joe

I met the hot MILITARY fucker on the right on adam4adam on Saturday night...He and his friend on the left want to have a party with me...I think I might just have to make this happen...My 'To Do' list is growing...I distorted the guy on the right's face as he's still active in the military and wants to avoid issues...ANYthing to keep a potential fuck-bud happy...

This hot fucker is Larry, He used to be a dealer at Caesar's Indiana (now known as Horseshoe Indiana) when I worked there. I thought he was hot way back when, and this past June, I found out that he is BI! I was also told he is well-endowed. I plan on havng me some Larry...I had the chance that day but "Awww, Jeez Larry...it's Pride Staruday" and not the place nor the time...

Erectacy

This is a poem by an old friend, Maree Ecrevan written in '02. I felt it needed to see the light of day again...

Erectacy

Hey you...
Is that a dick in your pocket?
Or are you just happy to see me...
Suave leather or latex,
silicone or ceramic,
length and width
commensurate with my want
I am ready! This will be
sex minus zero plus attitude
and multiple orgasms
divided by two
meaning shared.

Universed and sexual
universal
come right in
plant it and it will grow
bury it and they will come!

Don't talk to me about indecency
'cause baby
if it's long enough,
hard enough,
and in far enough,
it's in decent!

This is not male or female
not married or single
this is heat
unrated unadulteration.
This is passion hot 'n' heavy
so don't spare the astro-glide
and remember
it ain't over til this fat lady sings!

Maree Ecrevan 08.17.02

Someone...

Had a HELL of a Pre-Fall party, and the sons-of-bitches didn't invite ME...stumbled uppon this lovely site walking around at Green River Tailwaters, affectionately known to the local boys as "The Spillway". YES the white things are used rubbers...NO I did NOT pick them up, even though they were only a few feet from the trashcans...a great recommendation of how well the Corp of Engineers is taking care of the park, don't you think?

The Geyser

Just before Halloween, 25OCT to be exact, I drove to Radcliff KY to the adult book store in the evening. Paid my $10 and went in to find virtually nothing there. 1 old, persistent troll, a twink, and a rather good looking black man sitting in the theatre. I strolled up and down the halls for a moment and went back to the theatre. The black guy had his ample cock out, fondling and stroking while he watched the movie. It wasn’t huge but VERY nice indeed. I sat down and watched him as he watched the movie. He made no real indication that he wanted to play, plus the old freak troll kept peeping around the corner. Now while I’m fairly bawdy, I’m really not into being watched in such a manner; I prefer controlled groups of people with whom I am acquainted. I sat and watched for a while, debating on grabbing his cock and sucking it. Black men aren't really my thing…This is a PREFERENCE not a prejudice…and definitely not a rule set in stone, but he was VERY handsome and well groomed. He glanced around a few times to see if I was watching him as well, letting me know there was a tiny bit of interest there... So here I sit, thinking…”ok I can take hold of his cock and the situation and one of 2 things will happen; he will either knock the shit outta me, or we will have a very nice time…” and of course at this point the old troll peeps in to see what he’s missing. It’s one thing to observe in these situations but I cannot stand old men standing around like fuckin’ vultures waiting for something to happen so they can jump in. Finally the troll slithers off to bug someone else and I take hold of this man’s hard penis. He welcomes the attention and I slowly masturbated him while he watches the movie. Apparently he had been playing with himself for quite some time because it didn’t take long for me to get him off. I stopped a couple of times to shoo away the troll. The last time I did, I took a death-grip on his throbbing cock and began a slow hard jack. All the way up and down, hitting his steel wool pubes on the down stroke. This rough bush was kind of alien to me, as I am used to either silken-haired men or those that are clean shaven. The guy never made a sound as I pleasured his genitals; he just looked at me and smiled then back to the porn. I wanted to suck his cock and finger his ass soooooooooo bad but I KNEW the vulture would swoop in and the guy would leave and I’d end up beating the shit out of the troll and it would just not be pretty…so I sat and stroked. Finally Mr. Man breaks his silence with a soft moan and his body stiffened up. I knew I had reached his point. He started to come and when he came...OH MY GOD....I have never in my LIFE see anyone shoot like this;

"...Apparently he had been playing with himself for quite some time..."

this man shot and shot and shot for what seemed like forever! It seemed to literally GUSH, not squirt, from his penis. Semen was on his face, his chest, puddled up on his stomach...I had cupped my hand under it to catch his spunk and my hand was not only full, but overflowing. There was semen EVERYWHERE....I swear I have never seen that much cum come out of one penis in my life!!! I looked up at him and said “damn dude; do you always come like that? He never said a word, just chuckled softly. I stood up and grabbed a roll of paper towels. He quickly cleaned himself up , redressed and with a quick “thanks, man” was gone. I ran to the bathroom and washed my hands and left as well. I do hope to run into him again sometime….

"Booth"

I sat in the dark Theatre of the adult bookstore, rolling a glob of semen between my thumb and index finger. Straight porn was blaring on the wide-screen TV but I was uninterested in it. "Booth" Had just left and I moved from the couch we were on to the one across the room as the first one was wet with his sweat. I sat and thought about the first time I had ever encountered "Booth". The reason that I refer to him as "Booth" is because of the uncanny resemblance to actor David Boreanaz. They could be twins. At this point I need to stress that this entry in no way has any bearing on the actor; obviously I am in BFE KY and I seriously doubt a TV star comes here to get his jollies…As I sat playing with his DNA, my mind began to wander back to the first time I saw him. About a year or so earlier I had heard bookstore gossip about a guy they called the 'Moaner'. Little did I realize that this was the same guy. I was in the theatre one Sunday afternoon and in walks this guy dressed in a plaid flannel shirt, gym shorts and slip-on shoes. He is about 6 inches taller than me, dark brown hair and eyes. Not a thin man but by far not fat either…fairly well -built and GOOD LOOKIN…to quote an old childhood story he was "just right". He sits down…more like lays down on one of the couches and begins to watch the movie. I was instantly interested because this man was very handsome and looked extremely familiar to me. I couldn't figure out where I had seen him before but I didn't really ponder it at the time; there was a handsome man sitting in front of me and I wanted to play with him for the afternoon. I would worry about the particulars later…Over the course of an hour or so, "Booth" unbuttoned his shirt and removed his shorts and began jacking his average cock. Nice, but nothing to write home about…still enamored, I patiently waited for an invitation which never came. Eventually I made the first move and got shot down. Now, I have a standard about someone declining my invitations; there are NO 2nd chances. Period. So, a bit dejected, I get up and wander the halls where the peeps are, fending off old trolls with most every step. After a bit of scoping out the other patrons, I went back into the theatre. Most all of the other patrons MUST have been bused in from the local morgue; all tired old men. As I walk through the doors of the theatre, I am met with a surprise. One of the cadavers was jacking "Booth" off. Furthermore, "Booth" was living up to his bookstore nickname. Most definitely moaning, and fairly loudly at that. Now dejected has graduated to" pissed off" and "bewildered". I said
nothing but watched for a while and then got up and went back to the peeps. I just don't get it; I simply just do not understand at all. I am a good 30 years younger than this old man…. I am much nicer looking than this dude; Hell, Helen Keller could have seen that…so what was wrong with me? I don't get it but I remained silent. The crowd of cadavers began to thin out…by this time there had been not one but 2 of them playing with "Booth's" cock. Both totally untouchable...at least by me. By now, about 3 hours have passed and even with all this play from the cadavers and by pleasuring himself, "Booth" has not shot. At this point I realized not only is he a moaner he also loved to "edge".

..."bookstore gossip about a guy they called the 'Moaner'."...

The cadavers, finally realizing that the only 2 decent guys in the place were not going to "do" them, slowly filtered out until there was only "Booth" myself and one other cadaver. Eventually "booth" motioned for me to come over. I sat and stared at him. After he asked again I walked over and quietly told him about himself, low enough that the cadaver couldn't hear…well I didn't need to embarrass the man…I told him that I had a standard of no 2nd chances and he "turned me down earlier and for what? AN OLD MAN!?!?! I'm very sorry because you are an extremely handsome man and I guess it will be my loss but …NO. Sorry, man. It's just the way I roll." And that said I went off to the peeps. I stood at the door smoking and waiting for someone else to come in. preferably someone under the age of 150 and reasonably good looking. It didn't seem that it was going to be my day. After about 15 minutes or so the last of the cadavers left and now it was just me and "Booth". I stood in the hall for about 30 minutes and went back into the theatre. "Booth" was totally naked, moaning loudly and pleasuring himself. I sat watching him and "ping-ponging" back and forth between this hot , infuriating man and the porn on the wide-screen.

He motioned me over a couple more times and I didn't respond. Eventually he asked "are we the only two here?" I replied "yep"… And a few more minutes pass. I was horny when I went in and by this time my personal standards we seeming less and less important. Finally, buck naked, "Booth" came over and apologized to me. I told him it was all good and there was no need for an apology as that's just the way I am…then he literally begged me to play with him. So I told him "Man…if you weren't sooooooooooo good looking…." And I went to the couch where he was. He was lying back with his head on the arm of the couch; one leg flopped up on the back and one foot n the floor. I began to jack him and then leaned in to suck him. He immediately stopped me saying "Never blown! I don't do that." Now I have never met a man who didn't like his dick sucked so this was a bit of a first for me. All he wanted me to do was jack him off, finger his ass, and play roughly with his nipples while he watched the movie. Very strange. But he was HOT and there was no one else there so …I did everything he wanted for several hours. I gripped his cock and slowly masturbated him, 2 fingers in his hot hole and sucked…No…bit on his nipples. And he moaned through it all. He kept asking me "how do you want me?" meaning in what position. I thought this very odd for someone who only wanted jacked off. He also told me I was a "rough Motherfucker" the way I worked his nipples. I asked if it was too much and he says "NO I LOVE it!!!" A couple of times he stood up with me sitting on the couch still, would stand in front of me with is ass in my face and have me pull his cock back towards me, still jacking it, through his spread legs. I can only assume that this was a method to prevent him from coming. And while he was in this position I, of course, took the opportunity to eat his ass….which he loved…no I will never understand why this man allowed me to do just about everything sexual possible to him, loved EVERY minute of it and would NOT allow me to suck his cock…A very strange encounter, however I was enjoying it. Each time he got close to orgasm he would stop me. Id walk the halls a bit, smoke and come back to start it all over again. I wanted to bend him over and plow his ass so bad but …I respect others limits and didn't even ask.

...“I swear a DEAD RINGER for actor David Boreanaz..."

On one of his rest breaks he came out of the theatre and took me in one of the peeps booths. He stood against the wall moaning while I jacked his dick. He then asked me "where do you want me to come?" I immediately replied "In my mouth…" and he says, "No I told you NEVER BLOWN…" so I let it go. I continued to stroke his cock and run my hands over his lightly-furry chest, occasionally pausing to cause one of this nips grief…and of course he moaned in ecstasy. So after roughly 5 hrs of being hard, "Booth" finally shot his load. Leaned back against the wall, his body convulsed as the last of his semen ejaculated from his cock. Both of us were wet with sweat at this time. He then went off to the bathroom and got cleaned up. I went back to the theatre and wiped off my cum-drenched hands with a paper towel until the restroom was free to do a proper freshen up. "Booth" came back to the theatre, got dressed and sat down. We lightly chatted for a few minutes. During our chat he made it clear he was bisexual. He really got into the straight porn but loved having guys play with him. Perhaps this is the reason for "NEVER BLOWN". I don't know but it still doesn't make any sense to me. Soon after, he left and I followed shortly behind him for a couple of reasons; we had been playing for roughly 5 hours and it was time and I wanted to see what he drove. I found it and memorized it so i could look for it again. So off I went, unsatisfied yet satisfied. As I drove home it really started bothering me that I knew that face but could not place where from. Now this was about 2 or maybe 3 years ago and the TV show "Angel" had been off the air for a while, yet some of the local stations still aired the episodes. Sitting at home watching some lame ass program, I noticed a commercial for "Angel" and there he was! The guy from the bookstore! I was completely shocked and rushed to the computer and then GOOGLE to see exactly who this dude was. I don't watch a lot of TV outside "law & Order" and news so I really was unfamiliar with this whole "Buffy & Angel" shit, however I am very familiar with the TV show "BONES", in which this guy plays FBI agent "Seeley Booth" But there he was!  MY "Booth's" hair was somewhat darker, he was a bit heavier and obviously not a TV star but I swear a DEAD RINGER for David Boreanaz.

So that was my first encounter with "Booth". I went back the following Sunday and he was not there. In all, I have run into him 4 or 5 times now. We actually started talking a bit, though I still have no clue as to what his name is. Strange fellow, but a nice guy overall. One of my encounters with him, I slipped him my phone number, although I have never heard from him. He told me that he was not looking for anything regular which I replied that I am not either. At the time I was involved with someone in Ga. He had my heart, but everything else was up for negotiation. Yet another time, "Booth" used a bright yellow rubber which I tied in a knot to retain the spunk and saved for a while, until I realized was really kind of sick to do. I think eventually he will let me suck and fuck him, but for the moment it's a fun ...distraction. This brings me back to where I started. As I pondered all this I thought to myself, "I'm really not much on not receiving reciprocation but with this dude?…Hell yeah anytime…"

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The Glazier

It was my birthday of 2002. I was on a 3 month suspension from work, another year older and about as depressed as a person could possibly be. It was late Sunday afternoon and I was very bored and horny. I needed to forget my problems badly. I got cleaned up a bit and drove down to Cherokee Park to see if I might locate a 'playmate' It was beginning to get dark and I pulled into the gravel parking lot near the northern entrance. I sat a whole and talked to a few freaks here and there. Nothing really appealing to me at all. I pulled out and circled a few times, then went back to the parking lot and backed into the space I had occupied a bit earlier. I sat for about 15-20 minutes when this red truck pulled in. he pulled down to the end of the parking lot and talked to someone for a few minutes. I could barely see the face as he passed me and I was a bit impressed, yet I had apparently not made the cut, as he had moved on. Then I noticed him back up and start for the exit to the parking lot. To my surprise he pulled in next to me, almost hitting my truck. He rolled down the window and struck up a conversation. I immediately could tell that he was pretty drunk and really had no business driving. After some light chit-chat he asked me if I wanted to come home with him. This made me a little leery, because in a

..."a cross between "Opie Taylor" and "Howdy Doody"...

cruising situation, you never know what you could be walking into. I suggested that we return to my apartment and have some fun. He agreed, and I started the truck and left the lot with the red truck on my tail. We arrived at my apartment a few minutes later and he parked and got out. At this time I got a really good look at him. He was a very nice looking guy, buzzed reddish blond hair, muscular, well built body and a handsome baby face that was a cross between "Opie Taylor "and "Howdy Doody". My birthday was starting to look a lot better all of a sudden...

Three years of theater training has a side effect; I have become very observant. I had noticed that the truck had racks on each side that were to hold panes of glass. I tried to see the plate number but it was too dark. We chatted a bit as we walked to the door. I asked about his marital status, to which he replied, "In the middle of a divorce." "What's your name" I asked. "S" he said. Whatever the true name, one thing was sure; this man was mega horny. I opened both doors to my apartment and in we went. Once inside, just inside the door in fact, "S" both drunkenly fell and dropped to his knees, unzipped my fly and began sucking my dick. As he blew me, I began to tug at his shirt, then bent over his crouching body to get at the button the held his Levi's on. After a few minutes of oral bliss, I suggested that we retire to my bed. He happily agreed and began to take off his clothes as we made our way to my bed. I had already suspected that there was a great body under the tee and jeans, yet I had no idea just how nice. This guy was hot as hell! Lean and muscular, somewhat defined, with a very large dick. I knew I had hit upon the mother load! I lay on my bed and he immediately got on top of me and put that cock-hungry mouth on my hard dick. He straddled my head and his cock was so large that I wasn't able to pleasure it. (Deep throat is NOT my forte...yet...) but there was an area that I could reach and give him much pleasure; that hot little pink rosebud just beneath his nuts. Once I determine its cleanliness, I devoured it like it was the last ass I would ever eat. I licked it, occasionally slipping my tongue into the hot opening. Then eventually a finger. During all this ass-play "S" continued to suck my dick and was bringing me dangerously close to orgasm. I stopped him for a short break in the action. I both hoped and feared he had sobered up a bit; hope that he was lucid and truly was enjoying everything that we were doing while fearing that a short breather would give him reason to leave. To my pleasure he had no intentions of leaving yet he was still quite drunk. This puzzled me but I adapted. "S" had noticed a large mirror at the foot of my bed and began "posing" himself in different positions. Once on all fours, "Doggie" style stating that he wanted to "make it look ...sexy for me..." I began to eat that sweet ass again and he indicated he wanted to be screwed. I gleefully complied with his wishes. I feverishly went to the medicine cabinet in my bathroom for lube. I put a small amount on the over heated orifice and on my cock and slowly eased my dick into "S"s hole. I began to fuck that pink pucker and he seemed to enjoy it. I took him in several different positions and after about 90 minutes of hot sex, again we took a short smoke break.

...“I NEVER thought I'd ever see him again"...

We had been naked and pleasuring each other for a long time by now and I kept expecting him to at least begin to sober up a bit but he seemed to be getting worse. By this time, I had decided that after we got each other off, I would insist that "S" stay the night with me. Visions of this hot man being pulled over and taken in for D.U.I filled my head. My neighborhood is a high party, college area and crawls with police 24-7. Getting behind the wheel of a vehicle ripped is just like filling out an application for an arrest. "S" and I pleasured each other for about another 90 minutes or so, and then he lost his erection. I quickly resurrected it with my mouth but it couldn't be maintained. We lay in bed for a while cuddling and talking a bit, his words becoming increasingly slurred. Finally I asked him to stay the night. As I suspected he declined. I began to beg, not so much because I really wanted this hot man to share my bed for the night...which I did, but more to save him from what I knew would happen once on the street. Finally he agreed, but we had to relocate his truck. When we first arrived at my apartment, I directed him to park in one of my neighbor's driveways, as I really had no idea he would be with me that long. I asked him for the keys to pull the truck around to the front of the house, and he said no he would do it. "OK" I said, "go to the end of the alley, and turn right, then turn right again down my street. I will walk out front and wait to make sure that you make it safely. Clad only in a tee and flannel boxers, I watched "S" make his way clumsily down the ally and make the right turn. I went out front of the house and waited. And waited. After I had given him enough time I sadly went back into the house. He was gone. I feared for his safety and freedom but there was nothing I could do now but hope for the best. I felt I would never see him again, but I had him and I resigned myself to be content with a hot one-niter.

Like I said...I NEVER thought I'd ever see him again. But...A year almost to the day later I would meet up with "S" again. It was a Sunday afternoon. I was bored outta my mind. I had been off a couple days and really hadn't left the house for any length of time nor had I showered. I was pretty rank but also kinda horny. So I got dressed and drove down to Cherokee park. I circled a few times and then landed in the gravel parking lot where I usually sat. I stank. I was offending myself! But I was horny as hell and suspected that there would be no one there that would spark my interest. So I decided to stay around for a while. To my surprise and horror, in pulls a familiar red truck. One fitted with the type of racks that are used to transport large panes of glass. I was thrilled to see him. as soon as he parked I got out of my truck and walked over towards him and started a conversation. To my surprise, he remembered me. He was so intoxicated the night he was at my apartment before, I was sure he would not remember me from Adam. As we chatted, I reached in and began to massage his crotch. It immediately reacted and I invited him home again. he asked "You live at the same place?" "Yes" i answered and he said he would follow me. I wasn't sure he would, but he followed me straight home like a bee to honey. My neighbor was out and "S" parked in his spot and got out. As we proceeded to walk in the house we chatted about the first time he was here. I fussed at him for leaving in the state he was in. He said he had taken some kind of sleeping pill and had been drinking on top of that and was really out of it. He figured he could make it on home. I told him he had an army of guardian angels, especially considering how heavily Bardstown Rd. is patrolled by the police...

..."My birthday was starting to look a lot better all of a sudden"...

We arrived back at my Deer Park Apt., and once inside again he dropped to his knees...this time not so clumsily. and began to work on my cock. I pulled his shirt up and he raised up to take it off when I announced that I had to take a shower. I went on to explain that I was offensive to myself and I wanted the sex that was about to transpire between us to be as great as it was the first time he was here. He agreed and I started a porn movie I had downloaded on my PC to entertain him while I got clean. It was the most thorough and fast shower I have ever taken. I wanted everything to be perfect. I finished my shower and got out to see this gorgeous man sitting at my computer desk, pants crumpled around his ankles, shirt laying on the chair,slowly masturbating as he watched the porn. I would have loved to made a picture but he wouldn't allow it. (a preference I respect) I immediately brushed my teeth and this time I dropped to MY knees and began to make love to that big hot cock with my mouth. After a few minutes i raised up off of it and planted my mouth, fresh from his hard cock on HIS mouth, sending my tongue deep into his throat. He loved it...we made our way to the bed and alternated between 69'ing and fucking for a couple of hours. And like the first time, I ate that sweet ass out! I love to eat an ass and get a guy all hot but his is the best ass I have ever eaten. He's always so clean and his butt is so nice a muscular ... "S" likes to be fucked slowly and VERY gently, and of course I gladly accommodated him. as i shot my load in the condom in his ass he came also. Unfortunately there was no "after-play" like the first time...he DID stay for a few minutes then left...taking my phone number with him. Sadly to say I have never heard from him, and I rarely go to the park much anymore. I have my memories and I know one day I will run into him again some Sunday afternoon...

All-Time Favorite Porn pic...

Of all the porn I have seen n my lifetime...and there's been a lot, this is my all-time favorite pic. I'm not sure why.his hands are so masculine and he seems like a REAL man perhaps...

"Alan Jackson" I

I was going through some stuff when moving back to the arm-pit of America, KY from my beloved Nashville. I came across the motel receipt at the left, and it immediately took me back to one HELL of a string of sexual encounters I had with one guy. What better way to begin a sex blog then with this little story of a guy that looked a lot like Country music star Alan Jackson.This is a rather lengthy story, so I have broken it up into 4 parts so readers don't get bored... Now before I begin, let me state for the record that this is most definitely NOT the real Alan Jackson.

While I was still living in central KY and cruising at the local lake, there were stories circulating around among the regular cruisers about a really hot guy that looked like country singer Alan Jackson. I had never actually seen this guy who all these guys were talking about. All I knew is that he drove a Blazer/bronco type vehicle, dark blue or black in color and they said he was a hottie. It was shortly before Christmas 1994, and I was working a shitty temp job in a textile factory in central KY; 7:AM to 3:45 PM. this left a lot of time to cruise at night. One particular night, the night before Christmas break, I was at the local cruising spots. I was there pretty much by myself and was about to leave, when an S.U.V. pulled in. I couldn’t see exactly what type it was. I was parked in the very last parking space of a long line of spaces. This particular parking lot is very long. The S.U.V. pulled through around the circle and past me then proceeded to park about 20 spaces away from me. the street lights softly illuminated the parking lot and I could see that the truck was a dark color with some decorative detailing on it. I sat for 10 minutes or so, waiting for some sign of interest. Nothing. So I started my car and drove up the long parking lot towards the entrance. as I passed the truck there was the flicker of brake lights indicating someone wanting to ‘play’.

...“Alan” was very paranoid about someone finding out about his bisexual appetite."...

I turned around to go back and investigate, backing in next to the truck so we would be sitting driver door to driver door. The tinted window went down about halfway in order to obscure most of the driver’s face. We nervously talked for a few moments, hitting all the usual “ice-breaking” topics; weather, amount of people out cruising, the time... then the driver asked if I wanted to get in and ride around a while. I agreed to this since this is a small town, where the worst thing to happen is the occasional drunk driver. Once inside the truck I was a bit astonished to find C.D.; a guy I remembered from school. He was a few years behind me , and I decided to keep this little tidbit of information to myself due to his “flighty” nervous demeanor. I wanted to fuck this guy badly, and I wasn’t about to say or do anything to endanger my chance. “Alan” ( as he will be known herein, in order to maintain his privacy) was a skosh taller than me, lean and muscular since he worked in construction. he had blond hair parted in the middle, handsome and true to the gossip, he did in fact look like Alan Jackson. We rode through the usual cruising area just for a little bit discussing what we wanted to do sexually. I noticed that he was acting a little on the erratic side but really didn’t think too much of it. During the course of our conversation, he made it perfectly clear that he didn’t want to just fuck for a few minutes, and that if I had time he wanted to get naked and fuck for a few hours. Erratic or not these were all the right things to say to me.

"Alan” was very paranoid about someone finding out about his bisexual appetite, so we settled on a motel room in another county. it was about 10:00 when we arrived at the small “mom-n-pop” motel 20 miles from home, even though he owned a 3 bedroom house very near the cruise area. I went in, registered, and paid he woman behind the desk. I went back out to the truck and soon we entered room # 104. “Alan and I immediately got naked. At this time I got a really good look at him buck naked. Visibly muscular and defined, although not “pumped up”. He had a very nice average cock, with a pair of low-hanging balls covered with a coat of almost invisible blond hair. I love low hanging nuts! I turned down the bed linens and got in, while “Alan” retreated to the bathroom and was in there for several minutes. he came out and crawled into bed beside me. and we began both the longest and the best sexual experience that I have had in my life. We chatted momentarily and I began to suck his soft cock, caressing it with my mouth and tongue. when I took his peter into my mouth I was surprised to find it cold...odd I thought but continued on. My hands explored those low hanging nuts, massaging them as I blew him. His cock swelled to about half erect, but I never did manage to get him rock hard. Again odd, but I ignored it. “Alan” wanted to be fucked, so I attributed all these little idiosyncrasies to him being a bottom. Finally I mounted him, first missionary style. In our rush to hook up and get naked, neither of us thought to pick up some lube, and all “Alan” was some “Vaseline Lip Therapy” so we used that. I squeezed out a tiny amount, slathered it over my throbbing cock, “Alan” happily raised his legs and put a heel on each of my shoulders, and I slowly pushed into his hungry manhole. It went in easy... in fact too easy I thought. his ass was somewhat loose, but held my peter nicely. Occasionally I would look down at him while my penis opened up his ass, but he was very careful not to make eye contact with me. I guess he thought it would mean he felt more than just sexual gratification if we looked into each other’s eyes. Despite the lack of eye contact, “Alan” was as into this sex session as I was, occasionally moaning, and frequently saying how good it felt. I screwed him for quite a while, then when I was about too come I pulled out and ate his ass for about 15-20 minutes. once the feeling subsided, “Alan” wanted to experiment with some other positions including being in front of a mirror, because he wanted to watch himself taking it up the ass. We rolled around in that bed for hours, my cock pounding in and out of him in every conceivable position; missionary, doggie-style, prone and, per his wishes, in front of the room’s mirror. we would take an occasional break. I would lie beside him, smoking a cigarette, playing with those wonderful silken-haired balls and attending his cock with my mouth. I continued to pleasure his crotch for some time playing with “Alan’s peter, he retreated to the bathroom again. once he returned I mounted him again and fucked his hot manpussy for a while longer. Drenched in sweat , I pulled out of him and lit a cigarette.

..."still was the best Christmas present I received that year"...

Both of us very satisfied, I asked him the time. “It’s 4” he said, and I begin to panic a bit. I was to be at work at 7:am! we began to dress to get ready to leave. “Alan” was noticeably more comfortable with me by now, and I felt safe enough to reveal to him that I remembered him from school. Much to my surprise, he was OK with this, as long as I would maintain my silence. He also spoke of his girlfriend and how that he “didn’t do this very often.” ( the usual response one gets in this type of situation...) I assured him I didn’t “kiss and tell” and let him know that I was definitely interested in a repeat, which guaranteed my silence...

We left the motel and drove back to the "Pickle Park" where I left my car. I was feeling all warm and fuzzy; Just a few days until Christmas, I had just fucked a hot man for 6 hours...all was right with the world! "Alan" dropped me of and I drove on home, getting there in time to shower and get ready for work. Once at the textile factory, it was announced that in celebration of the holiday, we would be shutting down at 11:am. Man that really sucked! had I known that we were going to get off early I would have called off sick and stayed inside "Alan's" ass! Dammit !! This still was the best Christmas present I received that year...

"Alan Jackson" II

About mid summer of '95, I saw “Alan” again. This time I would learn the reasons for his erratic behavior at Christmas. The situations were almost the same as the first encounter; last 2 left cruising, flashing brakelights, only this time we were acquainted and there was a pleasant absence of that “first meeting” jittery conversation. this time he got in the car with me and wanted a ride to the neighboring county we went to before. but it wasn’t to the motel. We went to some slum-type house. While I am very naive regarding the drug world, I knew enough to know this was a crack house. “Stay in the car and don’t talk to ANYone” were my instructions. Hey...no problem!!! I was scared shitless. My burning desire to get up in “Alan’s” ass again had lead me into a dangerous situation. He went inside the house and I sat quietly in the locked car, realizing that this explained all of the odd behavior from December, Why his cock was cold and never got fully erect; his paranoia; his lengthy trips to the bathroom. It was all clear now. “Alan” is a crack-monkey! Finally he returned to the car and with a low sigh of relief we left the crack house. But the worst is yet to be told. As we reached the square in this small town we were pulled over by the police. I was scared beyond belief as they asked us to get out of the car and then had us empty our pockets. “Alan” and I immediately complied and laying right on the hood of my car was the “rock” he had just purchased! That was it; my life as I know it was over! But then after searching my car the officers let us go! I must have an ARMY of Guardian angels! they didn’t see it! I cant believe it!!! The local boys in blue got in their

...“this is when learned to hate crack and crack monsters"...

cars and left and I fired up my cutlass and headed for home. No matter how hot “Alan” was, no matter how much I enjoyed his hot hole, it was not worth going to jail for. “Alan” pleaded to go one more place and then we would go back to his place and have a “really good time”. Again he asked me if I had plenty of time and again the promise of a repeat of the following December made me forget all about the cops. “OK” I said “Where we going now?”. “Alan” directed me to a bootlegger’s place and bought a bottle of cheap whiskey. Then we finally headed to his house, and ”Alan” began smoking the “rock” on the way. We. first went to get his truck and I followed him to his house.

By the time we got there he was completely within the throws of the effect of the crack. He was paranoid as hell. The house was small and a little dated. It was sparsely furnished..."minimalist", I guess...and everything was very neat and orderly, not what I had expected from a bachelor at all. I said to him, "ya got a nice little place here" and I was quickly shushed up for fear "someone was watching us" I sat on the couch and we talked a little bit, all in very low whispers. I was quickly becoming annoyed with this whole sequence of events. The drugs, the paranoia and being pulled over by the police should have been the end of it , but my cock was doing all my thinking. I threatened to leave a couple of times, but was cajoled into staying with promises of great sex. With the TV on and tuned to some bizarre Mexican music channel, we sat alone in this house way out in the country totally alone whispering back and forth because of the induced paranoia he was experiencing. This went on for a couple of hours. Eventually he would be ready to get naked. I was to wait on the couch for several minutes while he went into his spare bedroom, because "they knew which bedroom he slept in" . then I was to join him after my wait to ensure we weren't being followed. Total "Twilight Zone", but like a complete fool, I complied. The house was totally dark except for the glow of the TV. Fortunately it was a clear night, so I could see how to maneuver down the hall and into the guest bedroom. "Alan" had already stripped down to just underwear and was peeking out of the mini blinds over the window. I Joined him in his near-nudity and began to fondle his cock. Again it was cold and flaccid. "Alan stood at the window forever, claiming there was someone behind a tree in his back yard. He even had me to come look to see him myself. There was no one there. This home is about 8 to 10 miles from the town and the nearest neighbor was at least a quarter mile away. This is farm country for Christ sake, No one was there watching the house! I finally managed to partially convince "Alan" that no one was there and I was ready to play. He shinnied out of his B.V.D.'s and we went to bed. I began to work on his soft manhood and massage the rosebud beneath it. "Alan" asked if I minded if he "smoked this 'rock' while I played with his cock"...reluctantly I said "OK" and he proceeded to take a couple of hits from the makeshift pipe. 5 minutes later he was again at the window looking for the "man" watching the house. By this time I was really getting fed up with this shit. I started to dress and for the umpteenth time that evening I was pleaded with to hang around and more promises of hot sex. "OK" I said, "There's no one out there watching us, now come to bed and give me that ass..." He peeked a couple more minutes and came back to bed. This time I took charge easing his legs up and back and entered him. His hole was very loose and again I got in very easily, this time without lube.

..."I must have an ARMY of Guardian angels!"...

I began to pump his hole and he began to catch fire, fondling himself until he was semi hard. "God that feels good" he kept moaning, but the fuck was short-lived. So he had me pull out of his warm ass and was back at the window looking for the mystery man watching the house. I got up very frustrated and entered him from behind as he visually searched the back yard for prowlers. I pumped for a few minutes, finally throwing in the towel. I jacked myself off while I fondled his cock, dressed and left amid many apologies. This encounter was a big let down from the first one But he was soooooo hot...This is when I learned to hate crack and crack monsters.

It was about 3:am, I had nearly gone to jail, had seen my first crack house, learned where the bootlegger was and was in bed with one of the hottest men around and couldn’t get him down off a crack cloud long enough to truly enjoy a good fuck. How fuckin’ frustrating!

"Alan Jackson" III

..."DUDE! It's Christmas Eve! the ONLY thing movin' out there is Santa Claus!"...

I don’t know why it seems that it’s always Christmas time when I run into “Alan”. It was Christmas Eve either 1996 or 1997. I had already done the ‘family thing’; Christmas Eve with my father’s side of the family, then home to open our immediate family presents. My parents were “early to bed, early to rise” kind of people so they bedded down for the night. it was about 10-11:pm and the day’s festivities were pretty much over. It was too early for televised midnight mass, too late for those syrupy-sweet Christmas specials, so I decided to head down to the lake. There as snow on the ground and I really didn’t think anyone would be out because of the holiday and the late hour, but I was bored. What would it hurt to just ride through? I arrived and first went through the main area. as I had suspected there was no one there. Then I drove up the hill to ramp #1. I took the side road and then made the right turn to go down to the water and the parking lot there. as I reached the parking lot I spotted an all too familiar S.U.V. It was “Alan”. It had been quite a while since I last saw him, the memories of the crack house, the cops and the paranoia burnt indelibly into my mind. But what the hell...it’s Christmas...so I pulled up and began a conversation. After a couple of minutes I could tell “Alan” was smoked up. The paranoia was present and stronger than ever. He wanted sex though, which outweighed the paranoia. So he got into my Cutlass and we rode around for a while, eventually ending up way out in the boondocks on someone’s farm. (Apparently his sister had moved into a house next door to him so going back to his place was out of the question.) “Alan” laid back the passenger seat of my car and I began to play with his cock. This didn’t last very long as crack clouded mind concocted the “mystery man” that watched his every move. In retrospect I should have asked if it was the same guy from the summer before. I told him "Dude! it's Christmas eve! The ONLY thing movin' out there is Santa Claus!" But it had no effect...the "mystery man" or "men" were back in his mind and watching his every move...

..."Crack owned him now"...

By now it was pushing 2:am and I wasn’t about to go through what I had the last time we were together. Yes, this guy and I have had the best sex I have ever had, but there’s only so much one should have to go through to recapture the moment. I guess it just wasn’t in the cards. I continued to play with his cock through zipped up jeans as his mind concentrated on imaginary people out to see our sex. finally I fired up the car and took him back to his truck. I was furious but said nothing...”Alan” and I chatted a little on the way back to his truck, but for the most part things were tensely silent. He knew I was unhappy but there really wasn’t anything he could or would do about it. Crack owned him now. We arrived back at the original parking lot where I first met him just before Christmas of ‘94, he got out and I wished him a Merry Christmas, and drove home frustrated. This turned out to be the last time I saw “Alan
Jackson” in a sexual situation. Oh, I saw him out in public a few times, once with some girl I’m sure he was fuckin, (Most likely the young woman mentioned in the 4th and final entry to this sordid little saga...) and then once I was behind him in line at a convenience store. Needless to say, he didn’t speak to me at all; that might mean someone would put 2 and 2 together and...So I didn't speak either to avoid a confrontation and maintain his privacy. God I miss that cock, that beautiful loose ass and that lean masculine body.

"Alan Jackson" IV

In Spring of 2000 or maybe 2001, I came back home to attend to some business. I had taken a job with Caesar's Indiana as a VIP rep late in 1999 and moved to Louisville KY... While here I went to visit some old friends, one of whom knew all about my little encounters with “Alan”. He kept asking if I had seen the local paper. I said no, but he persisted finally saying "you REALLY need to see the local paper"...Finally he called me aside and pulled up the local newspaper’s website on the PC and showed me the following story. I have copied/pasted the article exactly as it appeared, although I have removed the names of the people and places involved stated in the article to preserve “Alan’s” remaining dignity and both his and my own privacy:

Man charged in chainsaw attack

Why a 39-year-old Blanksville man would attack someone with a chainsaw and then stab his step-mother is still being investigated following an early morning incident on Saturday in Blank and Blank counties.Police and Rescue personnel were first alerted to the violence when they were called to a residence on Blank Road in Blank County about 3:50 a.m. when a dispatcher received a call that an attacker had entered the home of 1st victim and assaulted victim with a chainsaw.The chainsaw was used to gain entry, according to Detective Blank Blank with the Blank County Sheriff's office. State police were handling the part of the incident that occurred in Blank County.Victim, 47, was transported to Blank County Hospital with multiple wounds. He was later transferred to University Hospital in Louisville. On Tuesday the hospital listed victim as being in fair condition.The violence spilled over into Blank County at 4:46 a.m. when "Alan Jackson" of Blank Blank Road also allegedly assaulted 62-year-old 2nd victim at her residence at Blank Road. He allegedly stabbed her in the neck and chest multiple times with a knife. 2nd victim was transported to Blank County Hospital and was admitted. She was released on Sunday.Detective said that "Alan Jackson" had just begun a relationship with 1st victim’s stepdaughter, Blank Blank. But officer could not say why that relationship might have led to the attack, or even if it was a reason for the attack."Jackson" evidently used the chainsaw to gain entry to the 1st victim’s residence and then allegedly used the saw as a weapon on 1st victim."Alan Jackson" sped away from both residences on a 4-wheeler, according to witnesses.A total of four law enforcement agencies, including sheriff's departments from Blank and Blank counties, Kentucky State Police and Blanksville Police, initiated the search for "Alan Jackson". Seven hours later, at a friend's residence on Blank Blank Road, "Alan Jackson" was taken into custody without incident."Alan Jackson" was charged with two counts of first-degree assault and lodged in the Blank County Jail. He appeared in Blank District Court on Tuesday where he pleaded not guilty and was appointed a public defender. He was not granted bail. An examining trial has been set for Wednesday.

Now an event like this in a small rural town is big news so of course it stands to reason this was front page news. The friend that lead me to this article told me that “Alan” was seeking money for crack when he committed these crimes. He cut off the man’s arm with the chainsaw when he refused to give him (“Alan”) some money to buy more. The second victim was attacked for the same reason. Thank God it wasn’t me. I thank God every day that it wasn’t me! I later learned he received 60 years for this incident...

..."He kept asking if I had seen the local paper... I said 'No'"...

As I contemplated this entry to my sex journal I took a drive out into the country past “Alan’s” house. It was very cold and there was snow on the ground. The night was very clear and the moon shown on the snow and made the night kind of bright. The winding road towards the house is sparsely dotted with farmhouses and the whole scene struck me as very “Thomas Kincaid-ian”. All this picture lacked was the houses being lit and decorated for Christmas and it would have made the perfect picture-postcard. I carefully passed the dwelling that once housed the hottest man I have been with to date. It was dark and looked to be unoccupied. I drove to the end of the road and turned around and slowly made my way back towards the house and the main highway. I slowed the truck as I drove past the house; no curtains up any longer, only the spare room still bore the white miniblinds “Alan” peeked out of looking for non-existent “spies” many summers ago. His father had given him the house and I’m quite sure that it’s still in their family, but it will be a long time before “Alan” will see it again A feeling of sadness washed over me as I recollected how hot he was and what a total waste of a human being he had become courtesy of crack cocaine. I do not know whatever became of “Alan” and the trials he had to face. I hope he is doing well wherever he is.

P.S.:

Out of shear morbid curiosity, I viewed "Alan's" profile on the Kentucky Offenders Online Lookup (KOOL), and apparently I cannot count. I looked to see if and when he was eligible for parole, recounted the charges and they came up to 45 years not 60...Furthermore, there is a picture of "Alan", fairly new...Anyone that might see this picture would most likely pass. Prison has not been kind to his appearance. I still think he's hot. I snagged the picture...I don't know if I would "do" him again...