A little something for you 'Water Sports' Fans

February 2011 Centerfold

February Man

"Murdawg71" • 40 • Alberta, Canada

Happy 40th Birthday to "MURDAWG71"!! "Mur" turns 40 on 09FEB, and is my February Man. I met "Mur" on Cam4 and he's become a regular "watch" of mine. Shaved clean, low-hanging balls, hole and all, "Mur" is packin' 8" hard. "MURDAWG is Straight...with a tiny bit of Bi~Curiosity going on as you can see..."Mur"s current fantasy is "to be fucked in the ass by a hot guy while fucking a woman's pussy"...Hopefully someone will fulfill this fantasy for him for his Birthday...I'd definitely open that sweet hole up. "Murdawg" loves his toys... The last picture is a collage of one of his "Bath & Toy" shows using his newest "toy". Happy Birthday "Murdawg"!! and Happy Valentine's day as well!!

Top row far left, top row far right and second row far left, "Murdawg" is shaving those beautiful balls and his "toy" is suction-cupped to the wall and buried deep in his hole as he shaves...

A Pre-Birthday gift

So...in the midst of pissing off a friend today, "ExposeMe2All" hits me up via Yahoo!...Mark was also my first centerfold. He was doing one of his "Shows" on Cam4 today. I was glad to hear from him, as the last show he did he broke his webcam. This one is new, Hi-Def and has a great picture. At his request, I recorded much of today's "Show", quickly learned a thing or 2 about Window's Movie Maker, did a quick edit and here are the results...Please forgive the jerky, almost "Stop Motion" as thats a Cam4 thing....beyond my control...Enjoy!!

Man...I have GOT to go below the Mason/Dixon line soon...

Peter's Peter was "up" again this evening and this time he's included a cumshot....Geez, he so HOOOOOOOOOOOOORNEY!!

The South rises again...

Peter's Peter is hard again

Chatting on Bear411 with my young hottie from the south again this evening. then the conversation died off and all of a sudden I get this email with the pic above in it....Now where is the cumshot to accompany this? I gotta make arrangements to go south soon...

Just in Case...

Anyone is unclear, allow me to explain; THIS, my friends and readers...is a MAN! not a "Boy", "Boi", "Twink" or anything in between...100% MAN. Now many of you don't know this but...Thursday is my Birthday...and this would make a WONDERFUL gift!!! Clothing is optional...Me and Diana Ross, Baby..."I WANT MUS-CLES...."

The Circus is in town!

Isn't that face adorable? But not on a fat ugly troll...

My hormones raging again after receiving the 2 pix from my new friend down south, I grabbed a quick nap, woke about midnight last night (this morning?) showered, bound and determined that I would have some live cock. I had already heard from a friend via Facebook that the roads were clear and passable. It is just COLD as FUCK out there!!! So off I went to the nearest ABS. There are 2 to choose from unless I decided to drive on into Louisville. My wallet said "no, you will be staying right here…" so I drove to my bookstore of choice; Muldraugh. There was absolutely NO one there. I circled the parking lot and back-tracked to my 2nd choice; Radcliff (this is the same place I met the “geyser”…). I don’t care for Radcliff ABS much. The clientele are mostly trolls and the new city ordinance prohibits smoking there. But at this point my dick and hormones didn’t care. There were several cars in the parking lot, so I was hoping there would be a variety and at this hour…now 2:15 A.M., the trolls would be gone. Little did I know that I was walking into a 3-ring circus...I go in pay my $10 open the door and go back. The first thing that hits me in the circus is the “Half Man-Half Woman”; a very tall skinny transvestite walking the halls like they were runways during fashion week. As I stated, tall and NOT attractive at all. I’m sure underneath this ugly woman was an even uglier man. I walked back to the Straight Theatre, noticing they have added another screen, oh boy! Straight porn on TWO flat screens now…just what all gay men want to see…the next creature I encounter is an old troll who, once we came first face-to-face looked...well ... all I could think of is “ My God, he looks just like a “Bulldog” in the face...OH BOY I haven’t missed the dog act!!!” …Fat, ugly with his “Bulldog”-face and chasing the transvestite. But the worst has yet to be told. I stroll into the gay theatre and the very first thing I see is this old sleeping troll. He wore a bright yellow coat, kind of like a rain slicker, only this one was made for cold weather. His head was laid back on the back of the loveseat; mouth flopped open revealing a mouthful of bad teeth, belt buckle unbuckled, fly open, and shriveled up uncut dick hanging out. Now I loves me some uncut, but as I stated in a previous entry, it’s not the cock but the guy it’s attached to. And I’m unsure if this was human let alone a guy. This was the “Conundrum”; the unexplainable… I turned to go out of the theatre and on the other Loveseat was a guy worth a 2nd looks. I was unable to really tell, due to the dimness of the lighting, but he appeared to be Asian, Mexican or a mix of the 2. Almond-shaped eyes, yet, that hot swarthy Latin skin tone; decent body, manly chiseled facial features and Coal-black hair cut into a flat top. A nice looking man... I assume he was military. Who knows…Anyway he also was chasing the transvestite. He followed him/her around like a love sick puppy. So by this time I am thinking “Damn! I just blew $10…” but I refused to leave after only a few minutes...

...“A prime opportunity…” I think, “I’ll have them both!”...

I wander around the halls a bit trying to avoid the “Bulldog” and the He/She. Soon after the He/She and the Asian/Mex guy come out into the hall. The He/She gets a drink and they are talking. After a moment or 2, they go into one of the booths with a glory hole. By this time the “Conundrum” is up and moving. I kept hoping he would go back to sleep. He and the “Bulldog” kept peeking in where the He/She and the Asian/Mex guy are to see what they are doing. I figure it’s all over for me and go back to the theatre. As I am walking to the theatre, I hear the door chime go off. Thank God!!! Someone else is coming in! I linger in the hall for a minute to see who it is and if it’s worth my time. In walks this guy. Black leather jacket, I would say probably in his mid-30’s; thin, baby-faced and nervous. He checked out the halls and the theatres, before settling into the straight theatre. I followed him in and sat down. He sat staring directly at the screens never wavering to see if I was looking. The “Bulldog” and the “Conundrum” took turns peeking in to see if we were having sex. Man I hate that…time passes and I finally get up to see what’s happening in the halls. The He/She and the Asian/Mex guy, have exited the booth, the He/She is in the ladies room (YES…the LADIES ROOM) and the Asian/Mex guy is standing in the hall…I walk the length of the hall and turn to see them both going into the theatre. I walk back to the theatre. The black leather jacket is still sitting, staring straight ahead at the video screens. The He/She and the Asian/Mex guy, are sitting side by side on one of the couches, and the He/She is getting ready to take out her cock (?). This is a sight I really didn’t want to see, so I felt it was definitely time to go outside and smoke. I went outside and took care of business; about 5 minutes worth, and go back in. The He/She has moved to the gay theatre and the black leather jacket is all alone with the Asian/Mex guy. “A prime opportunity…” I think, “I’ll have them both!” The Asian/Mex guy has given up on the He/She and turned his attention to the black leather jacket. Both now have their dicks out, masturbating, the trolls still taking turns to see if there’s any action that they will not be getting. The black leather jacket had a nice dick, though it never got fully erect, as he was nervous. I think it was probably average leaning a little on the small side. The Asian/Mex guy was bigger; most likely a solid 6” again average, to maybe a little thick… but then again I’m no size queen. During this time, I hear the door open and shut, and the clerk asking “You outta here, man?”, Then I hear a masculine voice answer “Yeah…see ya”, and I am praying it’s one of the trolls. No such luck… I later learned it was the He/She, the less objectionable of the circus. After a bit, the Asian/Mex guy pulls up his pants and goes off in pursuit of the He/She again, leaving me alone with the black leather jacket. I noticed his nervousness has died off and he’s glancing to see if I’m watching him stroke. Soon he makes moves in an “invitational” way and as I’m about to move over towards him and take care of business, in strolls the “Bulldog”. The leather jacket immediately puts his cock away. The “Bulldog” stands at the door, ensuring no action. After a few minutes the leather jacket gets up and goes, what I , into the hall. Pissed off, I follow and turn the corner in time to see him exit. I heard the clerk ask once again “You outta here, man?” “Yeah g’nite” was the reply. DAMMIT!!!

..."Little did I know that I was walking into a 3-ring circus"...

I follow the hottie out to the parking lot, in hopes of perhaps meeting him somewhere else secluded and taking care of his cock. He made no indication that he was interested. Ah well ...his loss. I smoked a quick cigarette and went back in. when I opened the door to go back inside the peeps the "Conundrum" was standing at the door apparently peeping out. I shut the door and he looks at me and says “awww you shut the door and now I can’t see…” I turned around, instantly pissed and said in my best Steve Martin, “Well excuuuuuuuuse ME!” and snatched the door open a crack. I turned, mad as hell to go down the hall and there’s the Asian/Mex guy standing against the wall. I walk on past and check out the booths. The “Bulldog” has parked himself in one and soon after the “Conundrum” follows suit leaving the Asian/Mex guy masturbating in the gay theatre. I go in and sit on the loveseat near him but not next to him. I didn’t want to see too forward if I wasn’t his cup of tea…he plays with his dick for quite a while getting it totally hard and then it would go soft. Finally as luck would have it, I found the nerve to make my move. Again, just as I’m about to make my move, I hear the door to one of the booths open. I knew at least one of the trolls was on the move. I waited and sure enough, in pops the “Conundrum”. He steps in looks at the screen and about 30 seconds later leaves. Shortly thereafter, in walks the “Bulldog”, and does the exact same thing. Repeat; “Conundrum”, “Bulldog”, repeat… Finally I was like “Screw it” and I got up and sat next to the Asian/Mex guy. I waited for him to take his hand off his penis which never happened, so I reached over and just took it. He moved his hand and I began to masturbate his cock. He flinched a bit as my hand was cold. It warmed up soon enough. I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. He was pretty hard now, and I began to suck him. Either I was incorrect in my ‘average’ estimate of his dick or I’m getting much better at deep throating. I took about 80% of his cock in my mouth, without gagging. This thrilled me! I slid my hand under his ass and began to massage his hole through the thin black sweats he was wearing. He immediately stopped me from playing with his ass; not his thing I guess. So lesson learned I continued to suck him and he started getting soft. This kinda deflated my ego but I had come too far to give up now. This also opened the opportunity for me to leave my ‘mark’. I found the soft flap of the frenulum and began biting and sucking to leave him a “hickey”. As I did this I felt him hardening back up and returned to servicing him. After a few moments I felt it going soft again and returned to work on the “hickey” I started. He stiffened back up and soon his breathing got deeper and his whole body stiffened up and I knew what about to happen….he shot his load in my mouth. It was a small load but nonetheless, a load. He rested for a few seconds and looked at his watch. “Now I can turn in happy…” he said. He pulled his sweats up and stood, putting his coat on. I handed him my contact info, asking him to destroy it if he had no intentions of using it. All I need is for him to toss it in the floor to be picked up by a troll and … He walked out into the hall and out the door. I stepped out of the gay theatre to see both trolls standing at the entrance to the straight theatre, and being the royal bitch that I am, could not pass an opportunity. Both looked at me and as they did I wiped my mouth and goatee. I know they were not happy with me…I really didn’t care….

Another gift from down South...

Peter's Spent Peter

My, My, My...The effect I seem to have on this young man...Just got this via email and he tells me the load isn't big because it's his 2nd today...WOW. And I inspired all this??? At least this is making being snowed in bearable...

Look what I just got...

Peter's Peter

While I REALLY should be working on my "Bath House" post, I have been chatting with this hottie on Bear411, and he emailed me this great pic. He made this while we were chatting. Im thrilled to know I have this effect on some men...We have been chatting for a while now, and I plan on making a trip and eating...er...I mean MEETING him sometime VERY soon. Isn't this a tasty morsel? and look at that big head...YUMMY!

What the FUCK?!?!?

You have GOT to be kidding me?!?!? I have to steer off my usual sex-talk for this one...I was nosing around this hot guy's Amazon wishlist linked from his blog and I spotted this as one of his wishes:

USED??? what do you mean USED? Outside of sharing with a partner or current playmate, who on earth buys USED LUBE???? I'm quite sure The blogger would NOT appreciate a bottle of used lube as a gift...Maybe if it were used by a porn star as a bizarre keepsake or something....Jeff over at Str8CamLube's gonna love this one...I'd use a bottle with HIM in a hot minute but alas...he's STR8!

The PERFECT Uncut!

Is this not the most perfect uncut ya ever saw? This guy was on Cam4 a couple weeks ago, and went by the nickname "SIKEA"...I grabbed a few pix and his profile pic (The largest pic here was his profile pic...). I was going to link to his profile and get him some exposure, but apparently he's a one-trick pony; his profile has been deleted. Too bad because I sure would have loved to see that in action again!!

Vintage Gay Porn

Check this out...Stumbling around the web, I came across these 3 photos circa 1900-1905. I am not sure if these are considered "Art" or "Porn"... The guys were HOT way back in the day too...Furthermore, I would fight each and every one of you for the Dark-haired guy with the moustache, althought I am quite sure he's dust in the wind now...

Decisions, Decisions...

Screw it! I'll take 'em ALL......

Docking on Cam4...

These 2 "straight" guys are playing on Cam4 Right now, and this was one of the most awesome dockings I've ever seen...considering I haven't seen many...was truly hot!!!

"Trucker Sucker" score...

So I reactivated an OLD gay social chat, TRUCKER SUCKER, whoring out this blog/website…Sunday, I explored it a bit and sent out a few messages to some that I thought to be hot. There was one in particular that looked hot, and it was tagged TRUCKER, although I couldn’t see his profile pic very well. It was tiny, and in order to see the whole array, I had to pay to join the site. Not happening. I refuse to pay to look at cock when I can see so much free and in person…so I struck up a conversation. This is the first conversation:

• ItzAlSex2Me: ever come to KY sexy man?
• XXXX: Yes I do. What Interstate/town are you in?
• ItzAlSex2Me: middle of nowhere...XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
• XXXX: OK
• ItzAlSex2Me: know where it's at?
• XXXX: U said XXXXXXXXXXXXX? (I lost the message). Off I-71
• ItzAlSex2Me: no XXXXXXXXXXXXXX…central KY...closest interstate is 65/XXXXXXXXXXXXX...about 45 minutes drive
• XXXX: Yeah you're kind of in a bad spot unless u wanna drive up to the interstate
• ItzAlSex2Me: hey ur hot enough...id drive it...like I said only 45 minutes to XXXXXXXXXXXXX
• XXXX: Gotta # & text? I prefer texting when I'm coming thru.
• ItzAlSex2Me: it won't be back on until Thursday but sure XXX-XXX-XXXX

That was Sunday…Monday morning when I got up, I got this:

• XXXX: How far are u from the rest area on I-65 at Horse Cave? And u do know I'm only looking for head right? I might end up at horse cave for the night…
• ItzAlSex2Me: I'm bout an hr from there and head is all? That's fine with me...can I make a pic of ur dick?
• XXXX: Yes u can. Wanna meet me this evening at the south rest area?
• ItzAlSex2Me: the rest area near Horse cave? On 65? What time?
• XXXX: Yes..the south bound side
• ItzAlSex2Me: 7PM? Wow that doesn't give me a lot of time...I drive a gray XXXXX XXX...Looks like a XXXXXXX car...but it's not...
• ItzAlSex2Me: ok no problem...I have to go to the funeral home and then on my way...i will be wearing a bright yellow Izod sweater...I will go in and change into jeans
• XXXX: How about 8pm color car? Truck is white with XXXX/XXXXXX on door and says XXXXXX transportation. Ill park on the front facing building
• ItzAlSex2Me: ok 8 is better....my car was an old XX XXXXX XXXXXXX car...its grey...XX plates...I'll see u then!!!
• XXXX: OK

Now I had already committed to visit the funeral home with some old friends; a former coworker of mine had passed away. Not only was she a former coworker and friend I had also worked with her granddaughter, so it would have been a bad social faux pas to not at least go to the visitation. I had to think fast. I checked my funds. TOTALLY broke. But the car was full of gas and I had a carton of cigarettes, so… it was a new adventure, and I thought WTH, I’ll take a chance. Under normal circumstances, I would have probably passed on this guy. A lack of reciprocation is really not my style, but I am horny as hell and I have been unable to get out much due to the weather and the constraints of unemployment. I went on to the visitation and paid very fast respects, stopping to talk with others who had worked with the deceased and myself. Long enough to make a good appearance; short enough to get me on the road to cock!

..."it’s not always the cock-size, but the guy the cock is attached to that makes the difference"...

II got on the highway to the rest area. About 5 minutes out the thought occurred to me; “this county is on DAYLIGHT SAVING TIME...I wonder if he meant 8 EST or 8 DST?” Again thinking fast, I decided to simply sit and wait for a while…if he is a now show, instead of the full-blown cussing, I would ask if the time difference was the problem. PLUS I was a mile from Horse Cave ABS; I can always work the lot there as I didn’t have the money to go in…a bitch must ALWAYS have a back-up plan… I arrived at the rest area and parked. I strolled back towards the trucks carefully watching everything around me, as I am told that the rest areas are watched for sexual activity and “Lot Lizards”. I am also scanning the parking lot for the truck he described. I don’t see it. I eventually spot it, parked a bit from where I originally parked. I went inside the rest area to both piss and see if there were any security people there. Once inside, I did see the cleaning people, which made me a little leery, but I persevered. I went out the front doors and back to my car, moving it to a more reasonable distance from the guy’s truck. I walked up to the concessions area and he spotted me and got out of this truck and walked up. Considerably shorter than I, and a bit older than I had guessed from his pic, a bit of a belly, beard and the obligatory trucker’s baseball cap. Still a nice looking guy. We exchanged greetings, and he proceeded to tell me he had the same time-difference concerns. I told him no worries, I had already thought about that and would have waited for a bit before moving on. We got into his truck and chatted for a bit. I was soon to learn this guy was not the average trucker. He was well spoken, very considerate. I assume he was fairly well educated, but didn’t ask. Overall a very nice man, indeed…Had he not been, I probably would have left per my “No Reciprocation” clause. He told he that he looked at sucking cock like this; “ you can take as long as you like; whatever is enjoyable to you…” I kinda liked this outlook. I’m not sure I will adopt it, as I REALLY DO prefer recip…Finally he asks “So…you interested?” I replied “well hell yeah, I didn’t drive for an hour to not be…” so we got into the sleeper area of the truck, he pulled the drapes and immediately started getting naked. I followed suit to my underwear, and he had this to work with:

Not the largest cock I have ever played with by far, and a bit heavier than I am accustomed to, but He was such a good guy, nice looking, so I was happy to “help out”. I have learned from past experiences, it’s not always the cock-size, but the guy, the cock is attached to that makes the difference…I proceed to “wake it up” from its sleeping state (pic left) with my mouth and tongue. I spread his legs out a bit and begin to massage his perineum and hole. He begins to caress my arms and moan very lowly as I suck his cock. After several minutes of arousing his dick, I attempt to slip a finger in his hole, but it’s a bit dry. I grabbed the bottle of lube I brought along and greased a finger, and breached the first set of muscles…he didn’t react so I assumed that ass-play wasn’t out of the question. I continued to work on his dick, taking it out of my mouth and licking the hard shaft, gently bighting the head occasionally. This went on for quite a while. It was obvious that he was no “2-Pump Chump”. I continued my attack of sucking and licking, massaging the first set of muscles in his hole while I worked his cock. He spread his legs wide and I pressed my finger deeper into his hole, my goal to hit and massage his prostate. He flinched and made a face indicating it was too much. I asked “is this too much?” he said “yeah it is…” so I eased my finger out, and didn’t attempt to finger him again. 9 out of 10 guys LOVE there manholes fingered while getting head. I guess this guy was the 10th …Once he recovered from the failed attempt to get fingered I continued working his cock with my mouth. I thought about sucking his balls and eating his ass, but he had a small set of balls and after the fiasco of the finger, I wasn't quite sure know how he would react to a tongue.

..."I was thinking
“Round #2”
but he stopped me."...

He stiffened up a couple of times, making me think he was about to shoot. I stopped and got more lube. He asked if I was “OK” …”Yeah I just needed to change positions…” I replied. He asked this several times over the next 45 minutes. A VERY considerate man, indeed. He also told me that he hadn’t shot a load in 7 days…I asked “Why?” and he told me a story of a guy in Pensacola FL. That blew him 11 days earlier. I lubed up both hands and grabbed his dick at the base, pulling the “grip” up and totally off his dick, instantly repeating it with the other hand. I did this for several minutes and then returned his dick to my mouth. He seemed to be losing his erection a bit, and I took this opportunity to leave my “mark”. I found a spot at the frenulum (where the foreskin and the head meet). I began sucking and gently biting, in hopes of leaving a “Hickey” there. I did this for several minutes and returned to my “work”. He was indeed going soft; a few light bites on the head and taking the whole of his cock in my throat, he stiffened right back up and I continued to service him. I blew him for about 10-15 more minutes then I returned to the “grip” motion again and this time I also added a little touch I learned from “Booth”; I grabbed the head of his cock spreading my fingers a bit to grasp his foreskin, and began to masturbate him that way. His breathing immediately changed and he began to moan a bit louder. I knew it was about time. His breathing and moaning became harder, I took my hands off his penis, and he immediately tried to put his own on it; I stopped him and went down on it and took in his load into my mouth. For an 11-day build up it really wasn’t much. I was expecting a gusher, but no worries; as long as he enjoyed it… I played with his cock until it went soft. I was amazed that he allowed this, as most guys’ cocks are mega sensitive after ejaculation. We talked as I played with his cock and it actually seemed to be getting hard again. I was thinking “Round #2” but he stopped me. He said it was getting a bit sore. That indicated 2 things to me; either he didn’t enjoy my “attention” or now that he had cum, it was time to sleep or move on to his destination. We got dressed and sat in the front of the truck and talked for a bit. I glanced at the clock and I had been servicing his crotch for about 90 minutes. I finally said my good-bye’s and left for my car. He promised to message or text me the next time he comes through…we will see…

P.S.:

It's 6:30P.M. the next day, and I just noticed that the gold cross I have worn for years is still on my back...Placed there, out of my way, last night as I pleasured the trucker...I had to laugh out loud and it is DEFINITELY time for a shower...

This one ALSO begged to be posted...I don't know why...

"Red Cap"

This is one of the hottest men on CAM4 at this time!!! I was up until 5 this morning watching him screw his 2 friends. I don't THINK this is his account, however I will post anyway; They can be viewed here. Last night he was "Training" a bottom and pushed his cock in and i SWEAR stayed in his hol...not moving for at least an hour...was wildly exciting...I top but this guy can do me like that ANYTIME he wants...

"Muscle Melon"??

Poking around in "Rocket Tube", since I have never been there before, I saw a video entitled "Another Cucumber". This reminded me of this video. I've had this for a long time now. It came to me in pieces via a YAHOO group...I don't recall which one...So I spliced them together to create the whole movie. The only downer is I don't have the "cum-shot"...I really don't think I ever had it to tell the truth. I don't really know what to say here except these 4 things;

• He's hot, sexy, not particulary hung but I'm not into size....quite kinky, obviously...
• My mouth would feel MUCH better than that watermelon
• Once you are done with that May I have a piece?...
• This is too fucked up...He's too sexy for this shit...

Hot Nashville Encounter

Once again cleaning out the PC, this time emails...I ran upon this series of emails, dated 21JUN2010, from this guy in Lebanon TN that went by "Average Joe". "Joe" was a hot older bisexual guy...HUGE peter...GREAT low-hangers... We hooked up via Craigslist. Here is his reply to my ad;

I would be interested in a little 69...maybe more....little bit older than your stated limit...but a nice looking guy just the same...52 y/o , 5'9" 170# , regular guy next door.....have a great GF who cant be here tonight....have a big urge to suck some nice hard cock....have no face pics....wouldnt send them if I did....very very VERY discreet guy...insist on the same....if you wanna drive to Lebanon...I will meet you there and we can ride to my house....mostly bottom if it goes there.....but would need a good ass cleaning if it does...hit me back soon if interested!!

I replied that I was "Most definitely interested", made arrangements, exchanged cellphone numbers, drove to Lebanon, and as I recall, it was quite the enjoyable evening. I bred this hole twice and thoroughly enjoyed those low-hangers...a personal favorite of mine...I sure would love to breed that hole and play with those balls again...

Instructional Video; "How to Properly Cleanse an Intact Penis"...

One of the major concerns for circumcision is for hygiene, with the assumption that uncut dicks are dirty and cannot be kept clean. Of course, nothing could be further from the truth, as it is so easy (and pleasurable) to pull the foreskin down and wash the head! There are a few guys don't do observe proper hygiene; I was once about to suck a hot uncircumcised dick began to pull back the foreskin, and it was so dirty, skinning the foreskin back sounded like Velcro tearing apart. I excused myself from this gentleman stating I needed to "Go find some crackers, because he had PLENTY of cheese…" If you have questions, or need further instruction, take a few minutes to watch this video, as this fine young uncut man Mateo washes his cock while taking a bath…

Not entirely sure I would use a loofah on the delicate head of an uncut dick... applying a little skin lotion afterwards is a nice touch!

The "Fairoaks Project"

Browsing through the internet, looking at other’s blogs, doing something close to nothing at 3:30 A.M., I stumbled upon this blog with a picture of a naked guy (imagine that…). The photo was obviously quite old, and as I read further found out it was old indeed. The picture had been a restored Polaroid, from 1978. It was part of a collection called “The Fairoaks Project”. I followed the link on the blog to a site called “DRKRM”…there I read that the photos were made by a gentleman named Frank Melleno. This is the text copied from the main page of “The Fairoaks Project”:

“The late 1970’s were a dynamic era for the gay community bringing significant migration to San Francisco and increased awareness. California had repealed its Sodomy laws in 1976. Anita Bryant's (meddlesome cunt) crusade (Save Our Children) found an expression in California in the Briggs' Initiative (Prop 6) in 1978, which would have disallowed homosexuals to teach in schools. It failed to pass. Harvey Milk, the first openly gay politician in modern history. was elected to the Board of Supervisors in 1977 and assassinated in 1978. Large Gay Day Parades were being celebrated annually and the gay community in San Francisco was thriving, vibrant and sensual.

During this late 1970's, there were numerous venues for gay men to congregate, such as bars, social clubs, political action groups and perhaps a half dozen bathhouses. Unique amongst these bathhouses was the Fairoaks Hotel which was located at the corner of Oak and Steiner in the Hayes Valley district. The hotel was a converted apartment building owned and operated from 1977 to 1979 by a group of men who had formerly lived together in a commune. These men infused the Fairoaks with a different atmosphere than was evident at other bathhouse at the time. For example, all the rooms were normal scale (no cubicles), there were non-institutional furnishings, artists had been commissioned or allowed to decorate and paint the rooms, and it was generally lighter than a normal bathhouse. Most significantly, the Fairoaks was racially inclusive, and was promoted as a party location. This party atmosphere fostered a lenient climate for informal photography.”

Apparently, This place was NOT the baths we know today. This was a hotel, with actual rooms instead of the tiny cubicles with a bed and a video screen we now have. I suppose this would be like the Parliment House...I am unsure, as I have never been to Parliment house...yet.

Situated in a refurbished Victorian building near a ghetto, (as the modern Baths usually are...) The Fairoaks was known for its laid-back and racially integrated atmosphere. The author went on to say that the photos included were made in spring/summer 1978, and offers a never-before seen glimpse into pre-AIDS pandemic, pre-drug abuse gay sexual culture. I thought about it before I created this entry. I felt this relevant to this blog, as it's a peek ( as Homosexual Men) into our sexual past. The author described the baths as:

"Like a string of black pearls, San Francisco’s bathhouses adorned the city with a touch of louche glamour. The Hothouse. The Barracks. The Handball Express. Animals. The Club, Bulldog, Sutro and, down by the tracks, the Ritch Street Baths. The ever-notorious South-of-the-Slot, and so many more. (They were all officially closed in October 1984.) Each claimed a distinct character and clientele. But no place had quite the feeling of coming home once through the front door as did the Fairoaks... More than a pictorial record of a by-gone scene--or even of passing strangers with sticky feet--these photographs open a door into a secret gay world of sexual encounter and sweet innocence the likes of which will never be seen again."

I sat in wonder (and a bit of envy...) reading all of this and looking at the pictures. Beautiful men…a few in silly costumes…Several involved in sex acts (GASP! Sex acts in a Bath House?!? Perish the thought!). These were the days when sex did not constitute a death sentence. In 1978 I was in high school and did not know… or would not accept who and what I was. Now the statements from the websites said that the baths were closed in Oct1984. I assume that 1)the fear of disease, and 2) this actually meant the baths in San Francisco. As time and advances in treatment of HIV/AIDS passed, the baths began to appear again. As I read on my mind wandered to MY OWN first visit to a Bath. "Club Columbus"...Which will be my next entry...Oh and by the way; There's a book of the "Fairoaks Project" available here...

P.S.:

I sent an email on 08JAN2011 to the webmasters and the heads of "the Fairoaks Project" seeking permission to use the photos above. It is now 18JAN2011 and NO one could be bothered to respond, so...

WOW X 2!!!

I am so pumped right now!!! Best Male Blogs has APPROVED my entry for their bloglists!!!! I am honored my little sexual escapades has won their attention...My blog/website is NO WHERE NEAR The top, and most likely never will be, But I guess they deemed my stories noteworthy...I am just HONORED to be listed at all!!! Not to mention the hits to my page just increased Dramatically...WOOT I'm a HORNY BLOGGER!!!

THEN, shortly after I received word that I was accepted into the BEST MALE BLOGS...I received an IM via my Yahoo! pingbox on my blog from a gentleman named Tom From Pornoxide's NEW GAY BLOGS...another listing site...and he invited me to apply there as well. So this morning when I get in There is the confirmation email and a link to post the banner (See sidebar) I'm pumped again!!! HORNY GAY BLOGGER!!!...Or a smut peddler...not sure which yet...

WHY???

I don't get it. Cam4 is a sex video site... This dude's channel caught my eye because of the mask. So I navigated there. What you see here now, is what he did the WHOLE time. Cock and face covered. I left and came back about 45 minutes later and he was STILL sitting in the same position with everything covered. I know the camera was live, because I could see him breathing. He didn't SEEM to be asleep...Now why bother if you arent gonna show your face or cock? If you are alone and don't masturbate or use a toy, Whats the point?? It takes all kinds I guess...

This BEGGED to be posted...

"Booth" again...

Water splashed from the faucet into the utility sink in the grungy little bathroom in the adult bookstore. “Booth” stood next to me at the commode, buck naked and cleaning up from another of our sex games. Again, I must stress as I did with the first entry, this entry has no bearing on actor David Boreanaz or the character “Seeley Booth” from the TV show “Bones”. It was 30DEC2010...New Year’s Eve "eve", and had just got paid and was ready to get out of the house. My hormones again raging and quick drive through of the local “Pickle Park” once again yielded the usual infestation of nasty old trolls. Nothing human or under the age of 100. I had vowed that I would not be going to the bookstores as the expense was mounting, but hormones won out and I ventured out to Muldraugh bookstore. I arrived and pulled into the parking lot….there were several cars and I spotted “Booth’s” car backed in like usual. I knew right then and there that, even though this is one-sided…for now…that I would have some FUN! I also have a desire to have a ‘facial’ from a really hot man and make a picture for this blog like this guy; And I REALLY would LOVE for it to come from "Booth"... So I quickly pulled into a parking space and started checking things like cigarettes, cash ect. I went in thinking “OK so “Booth” only wants me to play with him but there’s enough here that I can have some fun for myself…” Wrong. I dropped my $10 in the door and went in. There were a couple trolls lurking in the halls. I could hear the sounds of someone gagging on a cock in one of the peep booths. “Well, someone was having a good time.” I chuckled to myself. My heart sank a bit as I am thinking “I just wasted $10…” so I go back to the theatre. There is “Booth” sitting on the couch nothing on but a pair of tennis shoes and a plaid flannel shirt, unbuttoned. There are several stages of “undress” with “Booth”. This particular stage indicated to me he had been there for a while but either no one has “played” with, or he hasn’t allowed anyone to play with him. Judging by the current clientele, I opt for the latter. “Booth” saw me and immediately started with the “come over and sit…” look…

..."The time I made him shoot his wad across the theatre"...

I had just arrived and wanted to play the field a bit. I went in, sat down away from him and checked out the room. I swear, there must have been a serious breach in security at the local nursing homes. Old men everywhere, all sitting staring at “Booth” waiting for something to happen, like a flock of fucking vultures. I sat for a moment, and got up to check out the “gagging” guy. Nothing really going on there, so I went back and stood at the door to the theatre. “Booth” still staring, I finally took a step and he moved his legs so I would have a place to sit. I sat on the end of the couch next to him and he nudged my arm with his knee to let me know he wanted me to ‘play’ with him, which I had every intention of doing but just not right then…I wanted to play the field a bit. Finally, after discovering there were no diamonds amongst the trash, I sat down. By now “Booth” had taken off his shoes (another step in his undressing) and this time rubbed my leg with his toes. I immediately slid my hand up his leg and onto his hard cock and began to stroke him. He repositioned himself to accommodate me..I stroked his cock and played with his hole and nipples for quite some time. Occasionally I would check his piss-slit for precum and I’d eat it. Finally I brought him to the edge of orgasm…his favorite thing to do and he stopped me. We chatted a bit, laughing at the old trolls and the cross dresser in the theatre. I told him of the story on this blog. I don’t think he was thrilled about it but didn’t put up too much of an argument. He asked if I told about the time I made him shoot his wad across the theatre. I asked him about it, as I didn’t really remember. He told he had been in the theatre a long time and was allowing some old man to play with his cock. Apparently the old man played with him so long that it made his cock sore. He said the old man had smacked on his balls until they were tender too. Then I came in, he immediately wants to play with me and I gently played with him and when he came he shot his load across the room. I vaguely remembered, but I have played with “Booth” so many times it’s difficult to remember every detail…I believe he was standing and I was eating his ass when he shot if I have the correct time in mind…he confirmed that he was indeed standing. Apparently he remembered this well and stated that it was a great orgasm…I guess one of the reasons “Booth” loves to let me pleasure him… While we were chatting I asked him if he would allow me to take pix of his cock for this blog. His response was very quick and negative. I told him it would NOT be his face but still a firm “NO”. So I dropped it…and there went my hopes for a ‘facial’ pic… it was not going to happen with “Booth…one day I’ll talk him into it…”Booth” has started a new little addition to our sexplay; he has begun telling me exactly what he wants done and how he wants it done. Being a redhead, and an Aquarian, this was a bit of a shock to me…I’m not used to being ordered around…but what the hell…it IS, after all…”Booth”…

..."Payback for dick-slapping me wasn't out of the question either"...

He then decides we need to get a booth in the peeps. I follow him out, “Booth” still clad in only his flannel shirt and shoes, carrying his clothes and trolls following along like I’m going to allow them to participate. We went in, I plugged up the peepholes, “Booth” stripped off his shirt, and I sat down in the chair and began to stroke him again, exploring his body with my free hand. My face and mouth very near his hard member, I slid my hand between his legs, leaning over a bit as I did it. Booth slapped me playfully in the face with his dick. I laughed a bit and continued to seek out the soft hot hole. He slapped me with his dick again, and laughed softly, obviously giving him a bit of sadistic pleasure teasing me with something he wasn’t going to allow me to orally service. So as he was feeling full of himself, having dick-slapped me, I leaned in like I was going to push my finger deeper into his manhole, and licked the head of his dick…”now...” I said…”What you got to say to THAT???” he was shocked and recoiled a bit…then asked “you want to play with my ass?” of course anyone reading this will immediately know my response; “Hell yeah I’ll play with your ass!”…”booth turns around with his ass in my face and I begin to finger it and knead the cheeks like I was making bread. Eventually I found the hot orifice with my tongue, and began to rim “Booth”. It was apparent to me that “Booth” planned this as his hole was VERY clean. It was an uncomfortable situation in the peeps; the booths are so tiny…but I persevered. Eventually “Booth” wanted to go back to the theatre, so we did, back to the original couch we were on. The trolls had started to die out and just a couple guys left in the place. We get back in our original spots and I begin to play with his cock ass tits and balls again. The last of the trolls walked out into the hall and “Booth” looks around to make sure we are alone. It puzzles me as to WHY he would do this now, since he’s already walked all over the peeps and theatre buck bare-ass naked…nonetheless, he asks if I “want to use these on me?” , producing a small set of black anal beads that had been curled up in his shirt pocket. Now “toys” are something I am really not accustomed to using, but with “Booth”?? What “Booth” wants “Booth” gets… at least from me. So I agree as long as he instructs me on what feels good and what doesn’t . About that time the troll wanders back in and “Booth” quickly hides the beads back in his shirt pocket. I really can't figure out where this sudden burst of modesty is coming from but I roll with it. So we go back to play…I’m stroking his cock pinching his nipples with my free hand…he’s loving it..Then ask me to lick his balls…so I reposition myself and lick his nutsack. Then I had a devilishly good idea; I would leave my “mark” on “Booth’s” scrotum…I pick a spot on his left nut and bite down gently and begin a combination of biting and sucking…hopefully long enough to leave a nice “hickey” for him to remember me by. Payback for dick-slapping me wasn’t out of the question, either…

Eventually he asks me to eat his ass again, this time being much more comfortable than in the peeps. I slip my finger out of his hot hole and began to rim him. “Booth’s” legs are now up, and I reach up with both hands and roughly pinch and work his nipples. Booth goes wild and stands up with his ass in my face bending his hard dick back between his legs. I shove my whole face in his ass and stroke him from behind pulling his cock towards me. He then gets on his knees in a chair sitting next to the couch we were on and arches his back, offering up his ass…for a split second I am thinking he wants fucked, and almost dropped my pants and penetrated him, but for a couple of reasons I didn’t; First of all, “Booth” is so strange about being sucked I don’t know exactly what to make of this but I don’t want to piss him off and kill any future ‘play dates’, because even though our play is one-sided I do enjoy his body and secondly, he really is a nice man…fun to talk with as well as play. So I curbed my desires and continued to play. He finally lay back down on the couch…I inserted a couple fingers in his ass and began slowly stroking him. I do not have to forage for precum now; “Booth” was squeezing it out onto his thumb and offering it to me, which I gladly, eagerly accepted.

..."grabbed his cock with a grip that would make a Boa Constrictor proud"...

The room was down to only one person by now; the guy who was doing the gagging in the peeps earlier. He came in took off all his clothes and sat down and began to play with himself, paying no attention to us, or anyone or anything else other than the porn on the screen. “Booth” pulled out the beads again. He was ready for me to use them on him. He told me that they had only been in as far as the last 2 beads and that if I “wanted to put those in I would have to go slow and be gentle”. I agreed. So I slowly pulled my fingers out of his hot hole and lubed the beads with a packet of “Wet”. I began inserting them, making “Booth” crazy. He loved it. I finally got to the last 2 beads and stopped. He asked “How many?” I told him “per your instructions, down to the last two…”. “Booth” indicated he wanted the last 2 in so I firmly but carefully pushed them in his hole until there was only the safety ring exposed. “Booth” was in heaven!, I began to stroke him slowly and he stopped me; he was about to cum and by this time we had been at it for about 4 hours, so his dick head was becoming sore. He had me pull the beads out and reinsert them several times, showing me exactly how he wanted it done and what felt best to him. I don’t know whether it was his cock getting sore, the lateness of the hour, or he was simply ready, but “booth was finally ready to release his load. He asked if I “wanted to go back to the peeps?” “Sure” I replied, and once again we walked to the peeps, “Booth” buck naked, beads buried completely in his hot ass.We entered the peeps and I began to lightly stroke him once again and explore his body with my free hand. It was no more than a minute or 2 that “Booth” announced he was about to cum. This time he did not stop me. I grabbed his cock with a hold that would make any Boa Constrictor proud, and gently rubbed out his load. As he began to ejaculate, I started gently but firmly pulling the anal beads from his ready hole. This seemed to intensify his orgasm and he sprayed all over my face and neck. Not exactly the load I was expecting but still a healthy wad. I asked one last time if he would make my picture with his fresh spooge on my face…again “Booth” said NO…ahh well…the fat lady has not sang in this opera…“Booth” stood leaned back against the wall quivering a bit and calming down from about 5 hours of sex play. I sat in the chair holding the anal beads. I would have thought they would be ‘dirtier’ than they were but, as I said earlier, I really believe “booth” planned a lot of assplay because his hole was very clean…

"You can throw those away...” “Booth” said indicating the used anal beads (Pictured left). “are you kidding me?? Do you know what these cost?” Sex toys are big business and I am sure “Booth” paid at least $20 if not more for these small anal beads. “Eh..I think I gave like $10 for them. Keep them if you want.” “I will…and I’ll use them on you again sometime!!!...” And keep them I did. “Booth” and I exited the peeps booth and went straight into the bathroom…which brings me back to where I started...

Water splashed from the faucet into the utility sink in the grungy little bathroom in the adult bookstore, as I rinsed off my “trophy” that "Booth" bestowed upon me. “Booth” stood next to me at the commode, buck naked and cleaning up from another of our sex games. Once we were clean enough to be semi-presentable, “Booth” dressed and we went out into the hall. I was a bit concerned about some of "Booth's" DNA still remaining in my goatee; I did NOT want a repeat of this incident... We chatted a bit and he asked if I was up visiting. “No,” I replied “unfortunately I am back to stay…” At this point, “Booth’s” face lit up a bit. “Why haven’t I seen you here? Do you not come in much?” “Yes,” I replied, “more than I really should or can afford”. “I don’t know how we keep missing each other then…” “Well dude, that’s not MY fault…you have my phone number and you can contact me via my blog if need be; Just give me a ‘Heads-Up’ when you are gonna be in and I’ll make time to get over here…” “Booth” chucked a bit, thanked me and bid me a goodnight. He won’t call or message me; But I know I will see him again...He will probably shit when he sees that I made a pic of the beads to add to this entry...oh well...God, I love my Nikon 'COOLPIX' !!