Another encounter with “Booth”...Wednesday, 16FEB2011

Once again, I want to stress to readers that this guy is not actor David Boreanaz...He just bears an uncanny resemblance to him...Bored & horny as usual I drive over to Muldraugh. Pull into the lot and there is “Booth's” car backed into its usual spot. I park and go in. There is one other guy, a troll from the looks of him and “Booth”. He is down to just his shirt and shoes, and past experience tells me he's been there a while. I sit down on the couch opposite him, and the troll scampers off to parts unknown. We chat a bit and then silence. Then “Booth" speaks up, grinning;

“when you're done with that cigarette, I could use a hand...”

“what about your new 'boyfriend'? Weren't you playing with him?”

“yeah...a little bit...but he's gone...”

“ok”

He really had to twist my arm as one could tell. The store has bought new furniture not really comfortable for play, however we managed. Still in the ratty plaid-flannel shirt only, and his usual ‘Half-laying-Half sitting' lounge, I sat down between his legs; one of his feet on the floor the other at my back, bent to give me as much access as possible on this new furniture. I take hold of his cock and begin the ‘ritual pleasuring' of “Booth". I begin to stroke him, even using some of his own techniques, I learned by watching him over the past few years/encounters. My free hand working on his nipples, I grasped the head of his hard dick, much like one would a standard stick-shift car and began stroking him in that fashion, (like I had seen him do to himself so many times...) I could tell that“Booth" was a bit uncomfortable, so I lifted the leg that was on the floor and laid it across my lap. In a surprising move, he wrapped his legs around my waist...This was a big step for “Booth"; This was the closest he has ever come to actual interaction with me. Shortly he began to precum, (and quite a bit at that...) and I, of course, licked it up...

“Don't eat my precum..."

“why?"

“I don't want you to..."

“Don't tell me what to do; You're too damn bossy..."

And with that, I not only licked the palm of my hand but each finger as well. Then we realized we were not alone; the troll showed up, standing at the door watching. I suppose he thought I would get up and allow him to continue where I left off...Poor misguided fool. The troll stood and watched as I went into a gentle stroke on “Booth's" hard penis. He was close to ejaculation, and stopped me. “Booth" loves his ‘edging'... So we took a short break. The troll then scurried off to parts unknown since there was no action to watch. “Booth" asked if I still had the anal beads;

“Yes, I sure do, Did you not see the blog? There's a pic of them on one of the posts about you..."

“NO NO! I haven't looked at your blog...YOU PUT A PICTURE OF THEM ON IT?!? OMG!! 3 years of therapy now...

“YES... I sure did. Thoroughly washed them, laid them on a white place mat and made a picture...added it to the last entry about you...Even added your name, address and a full description of you!"

“OMG!... 3 years of therapy..."

Well...this isn't entirely accurate. I don't have “Booth's" personal info. If I did, I certainly wouldn't put it on the internet...I do have my little ‘ways' of finding out things of interest to me...& NO i don't use my knowledge to ‘stalk'...“Three years of therapy"? now what the hell does that mean? Most of this was just for ‘show', because “Booth" is well-enough acquainted with me to know that if he really didn't want the stories online I would take them down. “Booth" asked me if I wanted to ‘finger' him as removed the ratty plaid flannel shirt and we continued with the usual sex play.

“If you want me to..."

was my reply. I reached into my jacket pocket, and pulled out a travel-pack of Str8Cam Lube, open it and slather it on my fingers. I then gently push my fingers into “Booth's" hot hole. I then grab the head of his cock with my free hand and begin the “gear-shift jack" that he seems to love. Soon he stops me. He said I had “Tuned him up"...I chuckle at this comment as I lick the pre-cum from my palm and fingers as I had done before.

“Don't tune me up like that"

“why not?"

“ 'cause..."

“That's not an answer...Don't tell me what to do; You're too damn bossy..."

“Me? Now who's being bossy..."

“You fuckin' LOVE everything I do to you..."

“Yeah..."

Continuing my assault on his hole,I already knew why he didn't want me to ‘tune him up'; “Booth" was close to shooting his load. he eased my fingers from his hole and stood up, turned around with his hot ass min my face. I eagerly ate his ass and jacked him from behind. Soon, he announces he needs to cum.

“Where do you want it...and not in your mouth...

“Why the hell not?"

“ 'cause..."

“That's not an answer...OK then...On my face"

“OK...Lay down..."

Again I already knew why not in the mouth; He has this enormous hang-up about someone sucking him. I will expand later. I lie down on the couch, “Booth" standing over my face. I lick and play with his balls as he works himself up to a load. At this point, I am conniving; I am thinking I could run to the car, grab my coolpix, and finally get the ‘Facial' pic I have wanted for a long time. “Booth" immediately shot this down. I didn't argue with him. there will be another day. He came, and with much moaning, I swear it was gallons! it was all over my face & in my hair.

“Wow dude...how long has it been since you shot?

“Dunno..."

Once again, not an answer. He grabs a roll of paper towels, tears one off and playfully lays one on my face. He the quickly begins to clean up in an effort to stop me from devouring his semen. His efforts were only partially successful...Then his mood changed a bit. Another surprising turn of events. he's not rude but not the friendly chit-chat afterwards like times before. He dresses without saying much, and goes off the the grungy bathroom to clean up further. I assume he would come back into the theater, chat a bit and then leave...but he doesn't. I can here the outer door open and close; moments later the chime on the main exit. Not even a ‘Good-bye'...

..“Methinks the lady doth protest too much,"...

A bit puzzled about all this I sit and ponder the evening's events, as well as past encounters with the man who looks like “Seeley Booth". I have told some of this story to my friend Peter, encouraging him to read the first 2 posts (found here & here) so he could get a full idea of what sex with “Booth" is like. I think, first of all “Booth" is waging a fierce, valiant battle against his own homosexuality. This, I think is the main reason he will not allow me to put my mouth on his cock, since I have explored every inch of his body with both my hands and tongue with that one exception. I feel that, in his mind, to allow fellatio would be admitting his preference for men and open ‘doors' he doesn't want opened at this time. Anything even hinting at this is currently Taboo...moreover, I think he is losing the battle, because for him to wrap his legs around me the way he did indicates to me there are some kind of feelings just a bit beyond being comfortable with me growing within him, which in my mind also explains the sudden change in mood and his reluctance to allow me to feast upon his semen. He was feeling things he didn't want to feel and it scared him a bit. Secondly,“Booth" will also comment on the women in the straight porn playing in the theater while im pleasuring him. This is something he has done every time we have been together. At first I thought he was probably truly bisexual, however this strategy has been overplayed. It's his way of letting me know he's ‘straight', but...to quote William Shakespeare...“Methinks the lady doth protest too much,"...Whatever the case may be, I will not push “Booth"; anything beyond our current ‘sex play' will be totally up to him. One cannot decide for another when it's time to kick the closet door down. As badly as I would love to suck him to completion and fuck his hot ass, I will not push the issue; it would only piss him off and I would not get to enjoy him sexually and I do enjoy his company as well. Sex aside, he is a very nice personable man. Thirdly, I think that I could be a ‘safety net' for “Booth". He knows that I respect his quirks when it comes to sex, and will comply with his wishes...well, to a point. So he knows if I am there he will be satisfied the way he wants. And, what if he does have a mental disorder? what if the “Three years of therapy" wasn't a joke? I don't know; time will tell I guess...

And what about me? What enjoyment am I receiving from all this? Sitting alone in the dark theater, I began to split myself open and take a look at this whole situation. It's extremely one-sided; never do I get off, however to use “Booth's" own term, ‘sex-play' with him does ‘Tune me up' for the next guy...It's highly possible that, subconsciously, he is also my ‘safety net', in that I know if he is there I will have at least a little fun. Regarding any emotions beyond that...well...if one has read the post entitled “Epic Failure", then its clear that I am not about to allow emotions into this equation. During sex, I tend to, and eventually get off on, ensuring that who I am with is satisfied, so these little encounters with him fulfills that urge somewhat. And there's usually others to play with that will see to my own needs...Who knows how this will end...or maybe begin? And the fact that he looks like a very handsome celebrity doesn't hurt either...In the meantime, I'm just going to roll with it, as long as I keep my head on straight and my emotions in check...While I analyze this in my head the urge to piss arises within me and I go down the hall to the restroom. Once there I start to take my dick out to piss, and notice it, as well as the front of my underwear were wet; apparently I came during playtime with “Booth"...well what do ya know?...and I didn't even realize it! I hate it when that happens....

P.S.:



Regarding the pic used in this post: I found that searching for a pic of David Boreanaz to use in this entry. While I was thrilled to see it, I'm pretty confident that it's an extremely well-done fake, probably Photoshop generated, however add about 25-30 Lbs. to the stomach...NO gut...subtract an 1" to 1.5" from the penis and it's pretty much an accurate likeness of my “Booth"...