Monday, February 28, 2011

Cluster-Fuck


I received this this morning from one of the Yahoo! groups I am a member of...This is one of the hottest things I have seen in a long time...and I thought a ‘Cluster-Fuck' was a bad thing...

Sexual Vignettes

I have had a few sporadic, erotic encounters over the past couple of weeks, pretty much leading up to the last encounter with “Booth" (and a couple after him...); none of them inspire a complete entry to themselves, yet some, I think, are humorous, therefore worthy of a small compilation.

Old Dick-18FEB2011

Riding around the “Pickle-Park" on a Friday night, I spot this truck I had never seen before moving amongst the twinks & trolls. The guy was working his brakelights for all he was worth. This is an automatic “yellow flag" to me as it usually indicates an old desperate troll. I circled a few times and ended up at Ramp 1. the truck was pulled in and the driver was standing along side of his truck. I circled once and pulled up to see what it was all about. Just as I feared; an old troll, Face wrinkled like a worn out saddlebag from bygone frontier days. I seriously doubt he was an attractive man in his younger days, let alone the present. he had his cock out, stroking, and I shot a pic; I told him I was waiting to meet someone else and would talk to him later if my ‘trick' didn't show...Yeah I know...I'm a nasty bitch...But I didn't have the heart to ‘just say NO' (Sorry Nancy Regan...) and dash his hopes...

Nervous ‘Newbie'-23FEB2011

Out cruising Wednesday afternoon, I noticed this white Lincoln in the park...The guy looked young and very nervous. I had never seen this car before, and I'm quite sure my Crown Vic spooked him. I brakelighted him but he drove completely out of the park. A bit later he reappeared at the modern outhouse. I saw the car parked and followed in, COOLPIX in tow...Nice lookin guy...a bit chubby, and had a “Shake-n-Bake" tan... How Déclassé...

He turned around, sporting this ‘Cocktail weenie'. I went down on it reluctantly, as I was hoping for a bit more. I easily deep-throated this one. I fellated him for a while, but nerves got the better of this ‘Newbie", and he zipped up, signalling he was done. I walked out to my car and as I approached his, I noticed on the back windshield, one of those ‘In Memory of...' decals that have become so popular among the rednecks in KY. The closer I got I could see a religeous verse; His mother's name and her date of birth & death. Now here's the Cruising Tip of the Week: If you are NEW, nervous and struggling to maintain a low, anonymous profile, it's not wise to drive a vehicle that has such a decal on it stating your last name! How Déclassé...

Water Sports, Anyone??-25FEB2011

About 2:30 A.M. I decide to hit Walmart...the only civilized time of day to go and not be barraged by hoards of people you know. Walmart in  ‘Hooterville' is about the only social center one has besides the Churches. I gather and purchase the things I need and start for home. I am wide awake. “What the hell, I'll drive down to the lake" I think...“No one will be there but...eh, it's something to do". so I drive to the spillway and as luck would have it there is someone there. A white customized van I recognized from several years ago...He's an older guy...short stocky but not fat, kind of reminds one of Ernie Keebler in the face but not quite that old, and bow-legged...VERY bow-legged. Years ago, I played with this guy,& fucked his hole. Actually I played with him a couple of times and learned he loved “Golden Showers". The first time we played we were at Ramp 1, both of us buck naked and he asked for my “warm stream..." And I gave it to him; as soon as my hot piss hit his cock, he shot what seemed to be gallons of spunk.

I pulled up beside the van & chatted for a bit; Apparently I woke him up. I apologized and he said he was going to ‘cruise' a bit and was I going to be around. Remembering I had a gallon of milk in the trunk of my car, I said I would but I had to run home for a bit before the milk spoiled. I flew home & threw the milk in the 'fridge. I then grabbed my COOLPIX and a HUGE Mountain Dew & headed back to the lake. I wasn't interested in a no-recip blow, but I WOULD give him what he likes; a Golden Shower. I pulled up to him & we chatted a bit;
“You still gotta piss?"

“Yeah...my bladder is full..."
And that said, he got out of his van and began to disrobe. I fired up the COOLPIX and...


He stood in front of me, dick to dick, stroking and I began to urinate on his hard dick. the second the hot, recycled Mt. Dew hit his cock he shot...and shot...and shot...grunting all the way. Finally, as I finished pissing, he stopped, puffing and panting and muttering “Damn that was good!" He grabbed a towel for each of us; I didn't really need one but sorta stood and held it anyway. He then dressed, thanked me and crawled into his van and went to sleep. Funny...the time I fucked him I never noticed he was uncut...

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Hot Young Trucker 22FEB2011

I am a bit behind with my posting. Unfortunately, I don't have any pix to go with this one. I could have but I was so into this dude I didn't want to run back to my car and grab my camera. Tuesday night I decide that I am going to Horse cave ABS. I arrive, checking out the truck parking lot as I pull in. Nothing there, however it is early. I pay my overpriced $20 and go in. The car parking lot had several cars in it, however the patrons were sparse, mostly trolls. I stand in the hall smoking and waiting for the trolls to thin out. As time passes, there is only one old troll left and the outlook for some man on man fun is looking pretty bleak. At $20 to get in the place, I'm not about to leave anytime soon. So I make myself scarce, taking my self out of the remaining troll's sights. Time passes and I head back out to the peeps/hallway to smoke. Suddenly this new person appears. Shoulder-length dark hair, ‘King Tut' goatee and 5 o'clock shadow that really was more like a couple days old. Thin, but not painfully thin, and a bit shorter than me. Obviously a truck driver; relatively nice looking... He walks up to me and says;
“We havin' fun yet?..."

“Oh yeah...barrels..."

“It's pretty dead in here..."

“Yeah..."
...“Oldie-Locks is hovering like a fuckin' vulture"...
And with that he goes into a booth with a large glory hole. Now the troll has been watching this exchange from the opposite end of the hall. so I waited until the troll got about half-way down the hall, heading for the adjoining booth to go in. I sit, adjust the video monitor to a more suitable movie and peek through the glory hole. the trucker is standing and still dressed; but not for long. He slides his pants down to his rubber flip-flops and sits, playing with his average cock to get it hard. I indicate to him I want to suck it and he immediately stands up and pushes his semi-hard through the hole. I take it in my mouth and begin to make it fully erect. this goes on for a few moments, interrupted by him taking his pants completely off. I return to his cock then I hear the door rattle. I hit the door indicating it was locked for a reason. I knew it was Oldie-Locks and he got the unspoken message. Then the trucker, naked from the waist down & rock-hard, leaves the booth. I exit the booth. No one in the hallway. I go into the gay theater, and there he is sitting on the end of one of the couches, panta laying on the center cushion. Oldie-Locks is hovering like a fuckin' vulture.

Upon sight of me, Oldie-Locks makes his move and begins sucking the trucker. I ain't having this now...I walk over dropping trou and stand next to the trucker. I begin to play with his nipples, running my other hand across his chest, He then takes my finger into his mouth and sucks it. then he leans over and takes my cock in his mouth. I lean in to allow him access, and I slide a hand up under his ass and find the hot hole, Oldie-Locks stops sucking, still kneeling between the truckers legs. I start to massage his cock and hole as he sucks me. I take my cock out of his mouth, wipe Oldie-Locks off his dick and proceed to fellate him, taking the hot DNA from his hard penis. During all this time a couple had come not only into the peeps/theater area, but into the gay theater, and occupy the couch farthest in the back and watch the action. Oldie-Locks stands, fastening his pants, realizing that I am not letting this hot young morsel get away. Suddenly the trucker doubles over in pain. He says he's thrown his shoulder out. he dresses, cleans up in the bathroom and and walks out into the hall. We chat briefly, and he tells me how he's hurt the same shoulder in a myriad of accidents. I loiter around the hall, waiting for round #2; Oldie-Locks has began chasing after the couple...and I must admit, the male half of this couple was good looking...but a bird in the hand...Then the unexpected happens. The trucker exits. I step into the straight theater to listen for the outer door. sure enough, He has left the building...Dammit.

...“I crawl up between his legs and spend the next couple of hours fellating him and eating his ass"...
Now I am not about to be left alone with Oldie-Locks and the couple exploring their sexualities. I give it a minute and leave, waiting long enough to not appear to be following him out. As i step out of the exit door, I hear a truck start. I look up, and there's a yellow semi sitting at the back doors, and the trucker is at the wheel. “Shit...He's leaving..." I think...and I am not about to pay another $20 to look at Oldie-Locks. I sit in my car for a few minutes, watching the truck pull down into the truck parking lot, towards the main road. To my joy he did not leave, but turned the truck around away from the lights. I circled a few times, making sure no one was watching (this parking lot is very heavily monitored; however the store cameras don't point out to it...) Once he parked and settled in, I pulled up along side of the truck, the opposite side of the building and next to the driver's door. I ease out of the car, forgetting my COOLPIX (Dammit!) and walk up. he is sitting with his back to the window, and it's rolled down. “Want some more company?" I ask. He never says a word just adjusts himself in his seat and opens the cab door. I crawl in and he is buck-naked watching porn. the truck itself is obviously older, and the sleeper section is cramped. I crawl up between his legs and spend the next couple of hours fellating him and eating his ass. every time my finger strayed to his hot hole he would take a deep breath. His penis would also react, acquiring the hardness of a high-quality diamond. He puffed and moaned the whole time whispering “Damn, thats good!" continually. I did finger his hole a few times, seeking out the prostate, and planned to ‘Milk' it, but after a minute or 2 it was too much for him. I would ease my fingers out and continue to work on his cock.He wrapped his legs around my shoulders, laid back and enjoyed the service his entire crotch was getting. I found the tender frenulum and left my “mark"... Though the quarters were cramped, I did manage to work my way down to his hole. It was clean enough to eat out, and when I touched it with my tongue, his legs and feet sprang up like a jack-in-the-box, feet coming to rest on the ceiling of the sleeper. He spread his cheeks with his hands as I ate him for a long time. During this time, he began to tell me stories of living with his uncle...& The more he talked of his own sexual adventures, the harder he got...

It seems, when he was 15, there was a fight between himself and his parents and he dropped out of school and moved in with this uncle several miles out in the country in Maryland. Once moved and settled, he became his uncles ‘Bitch', being screwed every night for the first 2 weeks. The uncle made him wear black lace. After the 1st couple of weeks other guys started moving in with a final total of 7 guys including his uncle. He told me the story of being ‘gang-banged' on his 16th birthday. The stories were beginning to arouse me greatly, and I wanted to fuck him badly, then I opened my mouth...
“Were you forced by your uncle?"

“At first yeah..."

“What do you mean ‘at first'?..."

“I started enjoying it..."

“Was the ‘gang-bang' really rape? "

“I wasn't protesting..."
...“He turned his ass up to me to get dicked... I ate it for a bit and told him I just couldn't"...
Returning to his hole and and cock, the trucker continues to tell his stories. He said he left when he learned that his uncle was trying to secure a passport for him to an foreign country for sex change surgery. He went on to say that when he left, he was wearing only black lace; it was all he had to wear by this time. He then goes on to say he was pulled over by the police and after explaining the situation said the cop bent him over and had his way with the trucker's hole as well. I came up off his cock and ass long enough to say “I think, if I were you, I would look this ‘uncle' up and beat the shit out of him for abusing you as a child..." I went back to his hole and ass and he went on to tell me he would love to beat the ‘uncle' down but couldn't; the uncle was dead. Apparently, the ‘uncle' played with the wrong married man, and the man's wife blew his head off. ahh well...yet another fine example of the wonderful works of Karma.

His stories, as erotic as they sound, deflated my own penis. he finally told me it had been at least 15 years since he had been fucked. I wanted to so badly , but after his stories of abuse...even with the erotic visions they conjured up, I just couldn't. I know it sounds crazy, and though I don't believe the ‘sex-change' portion of it,(actually...not quite sure I buy any of it...but I guess it's possible...and they were hot stories...) I would have felt like just another abuser...He turned his ass up to me to get dicked... I ate it for a bit and told him I just couldn't. Though I didn't tell him why I couldn't, I think it half pissed him off, for shortly after this he announced in a low, almost whisper...“OK I'm done...". It was nearing 4:A.M. and we chatted a bit as I dressed. I didn't get him off, although I did in the bookstore so I kinda knew it would be hard the 2nd time. I tried to give him a phone number, but he declined, stating his cell was for “business only". I ain't buying that but did not protest. I got what I want and had an enjoyable evening; We exchanged loads in the theater, I pleasured him for a couple of hours, and this was just icing on the cake, along with stealing him away from Oldie-Locks...I love doing that to old trolls...I know Karma will get me for it one day but...& I really wanted to fuck the hell out of him...but I did the right thing for my conscience...

Thursday, February 24, 2011

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"...

Felching

I just found this and felt compelled to post;

 

FELCHING

Excuse me!!!
—my bum did belch
and you just came
I felt it squelch
Quick withdraw and
give me your lips.
NO! Not my mouth,
below the hips!
Oh yes!
Let’s wait for a belch
wait
wait
it’s coming,
now Felch!

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

ItzAlSex2Me’s First Bathhouse Visit Pt. II; Club Columbus

Now where did I leave off? Oh yeah...About 3:A.M. or so, “W” decides we need to go to Club Columbus. I didn't want to. I was having a blast at FLEX. “W” wasn’t hearing it. He was hell-bent that I would see and experience BOTH baths. Reluctantly, I go to my room and get dressed, collect my things and we leave. “W” drives us to 795 W 5th Ave, complaining about his aching arm all the way. the area is much less intimidating. Obviously a semi industrial district and the club is situated next to a "Burger King". This time theres a line. I'm really not liking this. The guys in line, friendly enough they were...but obviously 'Twinkies" and guys in their mid-to-late 30's looking for "Twinkies" Immediately I know theres not gonna be a lot of fun here...But "W" insisted, so...Once again, as this is all new to me at the time, I let "W" do the talking.  He tells me what to ask for once again and I pay my little $28, get the obligatory white towel and proceed on to my new "room". I still rather had stayed at FLEX, however I am feeling much less uneasy in this setting. The facility is very clean, well maintained and decorated. the floors are carpeted and the rooms are much nicer than FLEX.

I'd much rather had stayed at FLEX...Really...




After paying and being buzzed in, Once again I meet "W" on the other side of the door. I follow him to the area where the "Rooms" are. As we walk, I pass yet another fully equipped gym, equipment covered in a thick coat of dust, however there is one very nice looking guy actually using the equipment. Immediately I know I'm not gonna like it here. We walk down yet another hallway and, as with FLEX, the techno club music is blaring; moans & grunts of sex going on can be heard. It's not as prevalent as it was at FLEX, but still there. What was not at FLEX were all the twinkies. the pretention hung in the air like a thick cloud of fog. As we walked down the hall this tall, very thin black kid comes out of his room, and proceeds to work the halls like it were fashion week in New York complete with the "Model's prance"...one foot directly in front of the other as he walkes, flinging his shoulder-lenghth braides the way a female would. I rolled my eyes in total disgust, & I'm wondering where the men are now...as we approach the room the 'supermodel' came out of, the door was open and there were 3-4 more kids in the room, devouring a pizza. Apparently they had food delivered. The chatter was definitely female, squealing about all the guys they did not talk to, or were afraid to talk to at the clubs the night before. We walked on amidst their squealing and calling each other "gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrl" ect. At this point im wondering 2 things; 1)still disgusted, I wonder if im in a Gay Bath house, or a strictly Gay college dorm, and 2) could I bottle all this pretention and sell it? I'd make a FORTUNE... "W" is in heaven, because he thinks these kids are attracted to him. He thinks wrong.

I arrive at my room, a much nicer version than the one at FLEX; rubbers on the nightstand, bed fastened to the wall...I strip, wrap the towel around me and proceed for the next 50¢ tour. Pretty much as with flex we wind around hallways to a media room; no gloryhole room here; just a tiny darkroom of sorts, where men go to grope, suck and fuck. Unlike FLEX, this place has a pool, although it was indeed Spring, it was too early and still too cold for the pool to be open. "W" again tried to steer me clear of the pool area as that's where the smoking area is.


Walking out towards the pool and to the right, is a steamroom. I knew I would be spending a bit of time there, although I also knew it would be a waste of my time. we circled back through and once again split up. Where I experienced a "Kid-in-a-Candy-Store" type excitement at FLEX, there was virtually none here. I did make it to the dark room and got sucked by a hot mouth in the dark. there were a few doors open and as with FLEX, i went in, mounted, got off and left. Eventually I make it to the steamroom. I go in, and there's several guys inside, and sitting on the risers is "W". I climb up and sit down near him and briefly chat about our successes and failures. After 5 minutes or so, I am unable to take the heat so I leave and wander the halls looking at all the pretty 'bois' trying to get laid. I go back to the steamroom and "W" is still sitting in the same spot as he was earlier.
"Damn, dude...how can you stand this heat & steam this long?

"oh, it's not that bad..."

Not that bad. Yeah right...I sit and chat another 5 minutes or so until i can take no more of the steam and leave to wander the halls. about 15 minutes later I go back into the steamroom and "W" is still sitting exactly where I left him. I am thinking he was in there at least 20 minutes, most likely longer. Again we chat lightly and he decides we are going to "swarm" the halls. "W" starts to get up and stumbles a bit... he takes a few steps to the door, & a guy opens the door to come in. The cool air hits "W" and he passes out cold in the doorway...let the mayhem begin!

As "W" fell several guys came to his aid; One guy was directly behind him and attempted to catch him, but mostly all he did was ease "W"s fall to the floor. I immediately knelt down and begin to pat him on the face trying to get him to come around. Management came and they managed bring him to consciousness somewhat, enough for him to stand. once he was standing he went down again. Someone called 911 and management dragged in a deck chair from the pool area and we got him seated and trying to bring him to. Now by this point, real panic is beginning to well up within me.

Here I am buck naked, not 'out' to my family or much of anyone else at this point in my life, the ambulance is on it's way, this crazy queen is passed out like a cold dead raisin on the floor and "W" was the one that drove! Now how in the hell am I gonna explain this one???

Several minutes pass and the first-aid people finally got "W" to a conscious state. They told him to sit still and be calm that the ambulance was on it's way. "W" had a fit at this point stating he did not need an ambulance he was fine. This back & forth went on with management for a bit and finally they gave in and contacted the ambulance service and called them off. "W" had to sign several waivers accepting full responsibility for his own actions & health. The manager on duty and I talked briefly about this; "W" was claiming to feel just fine, citing that his "arm didn't hurt anymore" the manager and I agreed that it was definitely time to go. "W" argued the point for a moment or 2 and then agreed. The manager then tells "W", pointing to me, "And when you do leave please let him drive..." "W" and I returned to our respective rooms, dress and leave. "W" insisted upon driving, and I reluctantly allowed it. we started out for home, got to the interstate and "W" decides he's hungry and we need to eat. This sounded like a good idea to me since it would give me an opportunity to try and talk him into allowing me to drive back to Dayton. We sat down in a "Denney's" and "W" ate a full breakfast. Before I could start wearing him down to let me drive, he finally realized he was in no shape to, and agreed. He got very quiet and I was never sure if he was actually sicker than he let on or if it was embarrassment. I believe the latter. We finally arrive back to his house in Dayton and slept. The next day I made him secure a Dr.'s appointment and left to go back to KY. The Dr. never figured out why he passed out. I already knew why ...that much time in a steamroom trying to get cock would make anyone pass out...And it was a while before I went to the baths again...I told the fool I'd rather have stayed at FLEX...but did he listen? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO...

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Masturbation

Gay Brothers Having Sex


I have had this little video for a long time; I received it from one of the Yahoo! groups I used to belong to. Last evening i was watching a pair of brothers having sex on Cam4, and they inspired me to post this...Enjoy!

The Maroon Cavalier

Author’s note: I vaguely remembered these events and searched old blogs to see if I had chronicled it. Alas, I did not, so I am relying on old  Yahoo! Messenger archives between myself and my ex, Prick (Actually its Rick; the “P” is silent…but it fits him…). The first portion transpired in summer of 2006, with the finale in winter of 2009. reading through them brought it all back and it’s an accurate account. I did do some editing to this, removing the internet/texting ‘shorthand’, but for the most part I left it ‘as is’, so if it reads a bit odd, one must remember this was a Yahoo! conversation…Enjoy!

Last summer I was down at the lake...Green River bout 15 miles from my house....where the guys cruise....was late afternoon and no one out except this dude in a old beat up maroon cavalier....it was backed into one the spots at the beach and he was swimming....I circled and since nothing going on I parked in a shady spot and made couple calls....so I was watching this dude swim and only bout half paying attention and noticed when he would do these little 'dives' kind of like a duck would I saw bare ass....so of cuss this drew my attention and so I sat and watched. He did the little ' duck-dive' several more times and then he came out of the water...Tall, lanky kid…I would say early to mid-20’s (at the time); relatively nice looking, sandy blonde hair…He had his swim trunks on and all...so I’m thinking "ok I’m imagining things..." and went back to the phone and radio. He finagles around in his car for a few minutes and back into the water...swam from one end of beach to the other...I thought "ok...fitness type...out to swim for real...". Then he starts doing the little ' duck-dive’ deals yet again and I see bare ass again...this time I hung up the phone & paid total attention and sure enough the trunks were off...WHERE he put them I’ve never figured out...He does this several more times....I really didn’t know whether to talk or leave so I just sat trying to get my camera in my phone to work...which DID but I was too far away (these are the pre-COOLPIX days…). so then he comes out the water again ...dressed...grabs a towel and heads for the woods....there’s a trail there used mostly by fishermen but occasionally a homo hiding to get a nut. As he nears the edge of the woods the trunks slip down to about the knees and clear view of his white ass. Ok so now I’m curious as hell...what IS this kid's deal....so I sit and he comes back out walks back to the beach and back in the water... few more 'duck dives' showing me his ass and then back to the woods....by this time I’m over the little games and I walk back also...kids nowhere to be seen...finally I meet him on the trail and he looks at me with this scared 'dear-in-the-headlights' look on his face. I get a glimpse of his cock this time as he snatched his swim trunks up. mostly just the shaft, but enough to see it was very nice...I spoke and he practically RAN out of there and to his car...got in and left...that was last summer.

..."I spoke and he practically RAN out of there and to his car"...
Last weekend I had nothing to do; you were in NYC and I had no cash to go out this soon after Orlando (Orlando Gay Pride 2006) so I hopped in the car and went to the lake....few people I knew there so I chatted with them and watched the queens parade through....was about to head back to the house and i see this car pull in...was about 11pm and I couldn’t make out much about it...While talking to this guy he was telling me this story about hitting on this tall blonde kid and the kid freaking out...said the dude started yelling “WHATS GOIN ON!?!?!” ect....He said the guy drove a maroon cavalier....and of course the cliché light bulb came on over my head...so I circled through so I could see this new car and low and behold! maroon cavalier!... so people start leaving out ( I live in a one-horse town that folds up about 11:30 at night...even Saturdays...) and I stay...I’m bored so I’m enjoying the warm night and the lake....so I drive thru to the ramp...now the way this is situated there’s a pair of restrooms up on this hill....quite a trek up to it too...and at the foot of this hill is a picnic pavilion and parking...and the maroon cavalier is there, so I drive thru the beach parking lot and pull into the pavilion and stop. I sat there a few....was dark and this kids windows tinted dark so I can’t tell if he’s in it or has walked uphill. So I get out and start the climb...I get there and bathrooms are empty..."ahh well no biggie ill go home and maybe Prick's home by now and I chat a minute and go to bed..." so I come out bathroom and round corner and the dudes coming in...so I hang for a minute or 2 after he goes in and then I go in...he’s occupied a stall but has not dropped trou...so I’m thinking ..since there’s a glory hole there. He’s wanting to suck cock...I stand near the hole for a few and no reaction....oh well maybe I’m not his type....no loss...so I go back outside and hang a few....he finally comes out and starts down the hill....halfway down the shorts drop to his knees and I’m seeing ass....so I’m like "kid...WTF is your GAME???" but I don’t say a word I just follow... I get to the bottom of the hill and start for the car and notice he’s sitting on a picnic table in the pavilion....so I stand next to my car....I cant see much more than a silhouette but I can see the legs of these shorts are pulled up high... so I wait a few and he walks to his car....shows me his dick...opens the car door and pulls off the shorts and gets in.... I don't know about age...I do know he works for a local hardware store though... so he’s in his car and drives off....now I’m thinking ..." ok this is like last summer...I got too close for comfort and he’s running...oh well....I’m going home..."

..."Ok kid I’m bored so imma bite at your bait"...
So I start for home...one more grand circle before I go in for the night...so I start across the dam and there's 2 sets of tail lights in front of me...now I’m not really thinking anything about it so I’m driving along minding my own...til they get to the circle...now they way this is set up you can go completely around the circle and come back the way you came or you can bear left and take a road that goes to the marina....so car #1 starts around the circle and slows way down...car #2 bears off to the left and goes towards the marina...I’m STILL not thinking anything about this....just a drive and home... so I get to the circle and its the cavalier...he starts on the road to the marina and I’m thinking " ok kid I’m bored so imma bite at your bait..." so I follow so he's driving and brake lighting me bout every ¼ mile or so...then he speeds up and I’m thinking..."ok I’m done here either you want me to stop or you want to play a game....and I don’t really do games so..." I slow down to just a leisurely speed....I round the curve and at the intersection to the marina there's the cavalier....I’m like "nope kid...I’m done..." so he proceeds on and I turn...the kid hits his brakes and totally stops....so I do to....he's flashing his brake lights so I back up and continue the "follow the Leader" game...now this road also leads out to the main highway so I follow him all the way to the main road and almost into town...now by this time I’m out of cigarettes and I’m ‘fiending’ for one and becoming VERY tired of this game so I pull off at a convenience store...I didn’t notice the place was closed so I’m going to leave and as I pull around to head on home here comes the kid.....now MANY at the park have tried to talk to this kid and he runs...but I guess he’s found his nuts...he drove up and started talking... sitting there buck naked with his shorts laying in his lap covering his dick...so I say "imma grab some cigs and run back down...u gonna be there?' he says yes....so I hit a store and broke all kind of speed laws going back...he never showed.... I THINK I was supposed to follow him home but ya know, you never know what you could be walking into so I was very wary of that…

OK so I pretty much blew this one. I did see the maroon Cavalier at the lake a couple more times that year. one Saturday night this moron came down to the park with his daughter in the car. Now understanding this is a public park, after dark it's all male and there is no wholesome family fun going on. these men are there for one purpose, so I’m fairly well disgusted that this boy would bring a child to a cruise area. I moved to Nashville in fall of 2007, and lost track of this guy.

Winter of 2009, around Christmas I am thinking, I am on vacation from work and home from Nashville. I decide one evening to journey over to Radcliff . I get inside and the place is it’s usual freak show, although there is an old friend from my casino days. we stand and talk for a while and he leaves. after he's gone in walks this kid…tall, sandy blonde hair wearing a black leather jacket and army camo pants. I don’t really think a lot about it at the time; I was just happy there was someone there that was under the age of 100 and not a complete troll. the kid ducks into a booth with a glory hole and after giving him a few minutes to get settled in, I step into the next one. the kid has his ass to the glory hole, fly open and cock out though I am unable to see. eventually he turns around and he is sporting one of the biggest dicks I have ever seen! It was every bit of 10 inches and a Banana cock…meaning when it got hard it curved down….It came through the gloryhole and I of course serviced it as long as I could. it was about the circumference of a coke can and after about 20 minutes of vigorous fellating, my mouth and jaws got tired and began to get sore. I left the booth, thinking it would be safe as everyone else was in the theatre. Wrong. while I was in the booth enjoying this kid, another guy came in; mid 40’s nice looking, and bee-lined for my booth. “DAMMIT” I think. “ Blew it again!” Maybe not. Mr. Man doesn’t stay in long. I heard him ask the kid if he had to piss; the guy wanted the kid to piss in his mouth. Too much for the kid. I heard the door unlock and the guy came out.
“Did you ever see such a dick in your life?”

"No, man...did you get him off?"

"Nah...I wanted him to piss in my mouth but he wouldn't"

"ahh...Ok... I sucked him for a while until my jaws & mouth got sore…"

..."It was every bit of 10 inches and a Banana cock"...
The kid wasn't into water sports apparently. This worked in my favor… I went back in to play some more. I took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. unfortunately, my jaws don't unhinge like those of a snake. I wanted his DNA badly but it was literally too painful. Also, by this time its beginning to dawn on me that I knew this kid from somewhere. Unable to put my finger on where I knew him from, I continued to attempt to service him. Jaws sore, mouth sore I finally gave up. I stepped out of the booth and stood in the hallway. not long after that the kid came out. he adjusted his coat and walked down the hall to the door. Hoping he was heading to the bathroom, he opened the exit door and left. As soon as I heard the chime indicating the door leading outside to the parking lot sounded, it hit me; This was the Maroon Cavalier! OMG! I just sucked on the boy from the lake 2 summers ago!!! Holy Shit!!!  That was 2 years ago. I moved back to KY. last July, and had totally forgotten this guy. I think I need something from the hardware store tomorrow…not quite sure what it will be but…I’m sure there’s something I need there….

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Beautiful Moon & Tonight’s Morsel…

Finally a day without snow. A day not frigidly cold. I threw some gas in the car about 9-ish and drove down to the "pickle park" to look at the trolls and trash. A beautiful moon with rings around it shown in the sky.  Nothing at the spillway when I get there so I circle through a couple times and decide to cut my losses and ride back home. As I am pulling out a car pulls in. Dodge Magnum. I know who this pretentious queen is…so my plans have not changed. Another car pulls in behind him. small maroon-ish car.I’m thinking “OK things are looking up…” and I do a U-turn and go back in. Ms. Magnum goes to her usual spot to preside over her “Kingdom”, but the little maroon car…it goes to the glorified outhouses. Interesting…I drove back to see if he was turning around "doing the circle", fishing or 'cruising'. the car is parked pulled in normally. I get out of the car and head into the outhouse. I light my lighter as I walk in the door. I could barely see the dude, but enough to discern that A)barely “doable” and B) small to average cock. Now I have stated before I refuse to play in this modern shithole. so I immediately excuse myself and stand outside. after about 5 minutes or so out he walks, and begins the usual mundane conversations with a fairly thick country drawl...

"Nice night..."

"yeah..."

"Not many out tonight"

"No, doesn't seem so..."

"Yeah I'm just out tryin' ta get the ol' dick sucked..."

What a corny comment, although a sudden & unexpected breath of fresh air; it's very rare to meet someone in a cruising situation...hell, in most ANY situation that will just state upfront what they are seeking. "Brownie points" earned here. I could tell in the moonlight he was younger than me, but not much. about my height, weighing less than me. Dressed in work clothes; a farmer I assume. Not a bad looking man, although I have done much better... we stood in awkward silence for a few minutes, and then;

"Yeah me too...Have you been over to the ramp?"

"No....I gotta pick the wife up in a bit & had some time to kill...This is the only place that seems 'safe'...I'm just...curious..."

"I see...I usually go over to the ramp...since the new gravel parking lot has been built it's fairly secluded"

Why did I say this? I don't really want to 'do' this guy. Yeah, hes not THAT hard on the eyes and refreshingly honest...but geez, no recip? Nah...I'll move on...

"I think I'm gonna ride over to the ramp; Talk to ya later"

"OK see ya around..."

I got into my car and before I could start it and shift into reverse, the country guy had already began to pull out. Oh well...So i circled the park once more and headed over to the ramp. I drove through, and there was the guy, sitting parked along the edge of the trees, parallel to them. I circle through once and devise a plan; "OK so if I get no pleasure from this other than sucking dick, his pix are going on my blog...IF he allows them to be taken" I back in along the tree line about 20 yards or so from the guy. a couple of cars circle through; "Ms. Thang" and her magnum, making sure no one is having any 'fun' that he/she is not involved in. eventually they leave and the guy pulls up to my car.
"I thought there would be more people out..."

"Yeah me too since the weather has warmed up...So is the wife not giving you any?"

"She had a hysterectomy and after that everything changed...(At this point he gets out of his car and pretends to piss) "Do you ever jack a guy off?"

"I've been known to..."

"Well here work on this one..."



"Can I make pics of it?"

"Sure!..."

So I take a couple of pix and begin to suck this poor devil's cock. I can smell the same Dollar Store detergent I smelled with my Latin friend. from his reaction, he apparently hadn't had anything beyond his hand in a long time. Such moaning and screaming "YES...YES...". It couldn't have been more than 30 seconds to maybe a minute before his juices were flowing. He zipped up and got in his car, chatted for a few minutes and started to leave. Before he left, I advised him to "look me up when you learn to suck cock..."

Shit Sex???


This is "PissPig99". I snagged this off Cam4 this evening. That is human shit he is covered in. I guess this gives new meaning to "Valentine Chocolates"...I feel scarred for life and the overwhelming sense that I need a shower...or two...But the most remarkable thing is this; his channel in Cam4 was FULL...Jim Morrison was right. People are strange.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

"MonsterCock13"

Cruising around Cam4 at 4:A.M. this morning I ran across this guy. I see the ad and his nickname "MonsterCock13". Monster cock? yeah right. Every guy I meet says "I got 9"..." So I check it out. HOLY SHIT!!! he claims 13.5 and I totally believe him!!! He gripped his cock with BOTH hands and there was plenty of "proud flesh" left..."Johnny Wadd" has been reborn...The pic is from his profile. I never did get an answer if I could make new pix...he was too into his cock and showing off. If I had a cock like that I'd be showing off too...Enjoy!

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Valentine’s Day 2011…ugh!

So here we are again. the year has come full circle back to the single day, however this year a whole weekend I assume, to celebrate “Love”. Valentine’s Day. One year ago this coming Monday I was dumped after 4 years. The NEW  object of his affections? an obese  Bear porn star wanna be. Too lazy to actually work, he relies on his oversized and overused hole to make a living. This was the the first time I was traded down for trash. The last report I got was “Jabba the Hutt” got dumped shortly after moving cross-country (literally), with it’s bestie in tow to be with the “man of his dreams”; the “porn Star”  is now broke, his bestie bailed on him, and he’s living off some poor schmuck’s good graces in Jacksonville FL. Sleeping on the schmuck’s couch at that… “I guess you don't exist if you did you would not have done this to me…” was the last email Mr. Man got from “Jabba”.

-Dude!...Ain’t Karma Grand??


Mushy cards, overdone with hearts and flowers geared to make the recipient melt & burst into blissful tears of love and joy, stuffed animals, fresh-cut flowers (Traditionally red Roses), and candy,  all the “Lovey-Dovey” bollocks, all the hype that is Valentine’s Day, culminating with the obligatory the sex act (the fortunate will get several repeats of this…). I get it. For those of us stuck in the bowels of reality, February 14th can be a total downer if you’re single or can’t be with your significant other. Not me. Those who actually READ my blog, know that after the incident with “D”, Knows well that I am through with all this. It’s all about lust, baby…I choose not to be down about this wretched holiday. I choose not to feel “left out” or alone because I don’t have a man on my arm. I refuse to be depressed about my life. I refuse to make someone a priority in my life when I'm only an option in theirs ever again. Been there done that. 5 times.  I know...cheesey and cliché...

Now you must understand again; I DO believe in all these things; As I said in “Epic Failure”
“I DO believe in Love and male bonding; It just doesn’t happen for guys like me.”
I possess a full understanding of devotion & love versus getting off & my freak ON... It's just that I've been a complete "TOOL" one time too many...I also happen to believe in this quote from "St. Elmo's Fire";
“Love, love, you know what love is? Love is an illusion created by lawyer types like yourself to perpetuate another illusion called marriage to create the reality of divorce and then the illusionary need for divorce lawyers.”
But enough of my rhetoric. I have made peace with the idea I will never find one man to fulfill and satisfy me. For you guys who have been fortunate enough to find your soul mate, I offer this Greeting & Best Wishes...HAPPY VD!!!


Thursday, February 10, 2011

WOOHOO!!! Christopher Meloni from "OZ"

OMG!! I have lusted after this man for YEARS!!! I knew he got naked a few times in "Oz" but was never lucky enough to see the episodes. There were one or 2 episodes of "Law & Order: SVU" where you get a nice glimpse of Chris in underwear only but...Cruising the internet I stumbled upon this pic from the show...WOW!!! I knew it had to be nice as the rest of him but...I never expected this size...this my friends is a PERFECT MAN! Well....a furry chest wouldn't hurt...but still... I immediately resized it (below) for posting...Enjoy!



  photos courtesy of Kevin Hall




P.S.:





If anyone has any more stills of Christopher in the raw from "Oz",  particularly the small B&W one...I would love copies to add to this post!!!


P.P.S.:





I took down the original pix, as someone kept deleteing them in an attempt to snag them. If this continues to happen the whole post will be deleted. I have the pix and that's all that really counts...

Monday, February 7, 2011

In Praise of the “Less than Average” Man

About 3:AM last Thursday morning, I rolled into Metro Station in Louisville. I had earlier gone to the ABS in Horse Cave, and wasted $20. Nothing there except 4 guys; 2 prissy pretentious queens...one enamored with the other, following him around like a love-sick puppy...The object of his desire was a nice looking guy...friendly enough but not interested in me. the 3rd was a string bean of a man who claims to be from Nashville. now I DID blow "Nash" for a while, long enough to leave my "mark" on his long thin cock. He seemed to enjoy it, however he stopped me citing he "wanted to take a break..." . I can kind of understand this, as it's $20 to get in, but I wanted DNA...and once you stop me that's it. No turning back. The 4th guy is a troll from here. A Pharmacist from a neighboring county. This guy is some psychology student's career. He used to ride around the spillway with a DVD playing gay porn.Then once he claimed to have been robbed at the spillway. Come on, man...this is damn near "Mayberry"; stuff like that pretty much does NOT happen. But I digress. The string bean (who has taken himself out of the running) and the only guy worth 'doing' are huddled up in the corner talking. I hate this. I breeze through the Gay theatre, and the prissy mess from Louisville is getting his ass eaten by the troll from the next county over. So in disgust, I leave. It's time to drive into Louisville.

..."I waited too long, played too many fuckin’ kid’s games, was in too deep to give up now"...
I arrive at metro station about 5:am. i circle the lot first, noticing there are 3-4 cars there so i'm thinking this could be fun. I go to the door and the clerk buzzes me in. I pay my $10 and go through the peeps first. Nothing. Then I go into the theatre. There is a breeder couple...as I walk towards the front of the theatre I notice a guy. I cannot tell much about him. He has on a baseball cap pulled down over his eyes. Also, he's wearing a zip-hoodie and the hood pulled up. he is half-sitting half-laying on the couch, & obviously playing with himself under his sweatpants. I can see enough of his face to be able to tell he's nice looking.I sat down on the same couch, opposite end. From there I had a good view of the breeders and the guy. after a minute or 2, the guy gets up and moves to the couch behind the breeders. "OK..." I think "I'm not his type." So I sit there for about 5 minutes and get up and roam through the peeps again. Still nothing...I go back to the theatre, and the guy has moved back to the original couch. WTF?? So I sit down in one of the chairs back near the door. after a few minutes the guy gets up and moves back to the couch behind the breeder couple. 5 minutes or so go by, and once again the guy goes back to the original couch. I don't get this at all! But to each his own...So I go out and tell the clerk I'm stepping out to smoke. Once back inside I go into the theatre and once again the guy is on the couch behind the breeders. "whatever" I think. I'm pretty much over this game of 'Musical Chairs'. so I go back to the original couch and sit down. 10-15 minutes pass and I'm very bored and the breeders are keeping their own little party secluded so I go out to the peeps. As I walk towards the door I see that the guy has take a standing spot near the door...I can tell that he not only has a nice face, but a  decent body as well. When I near him he grabs his crotch. "ok so what's up with this now? I think to myself. But I move on to the peeps. Still nothing, but it's pushing 6 on a Thursday morning so I'm thinking the 3rd shift peeps went home the 1st shift peeps are getting ready for work so...my loss.

After more ‘musical chairs’ from the strange guy, the breeder couple leave. I follow them outside to smoke. I step back inside and chat with the owner. a few minutes pass and I wander back into the theatre. the strange hottie is sitting back on the original couch he was on when i first arrived. assuming he has no interest in me at all I sit in the chair at the opposite end of the couch. from there I ‘ping-pong’ between watching the straight porn and watching him play with himself. I can barely see that he is watching me from under his cap, which is guarding his face. in walks a new player. 600 lbs. if he was an ounce.  ‘tons ‘o fun’ sits at the back of the theatre on one of the couches. I am feeling its time to check the peeps. I walk out, walk through and come back. ‘tons ‘o fun’ has moved to the couch beside the strange guy and has his dick (such as it is…) out and holding up his stomach in vane hopes the strange guy will blow him. this is too disgusting for me so i return to the couch in the back. time passes and ‘tons ‘o fun’ eventually realizes little strange hottie is not going to ‘service’ him and gets up and moves to the back; oh boy ! ‘musical chairs’ is starting again! as ‘tons ‘o fun’ plants his buffalo-ass on the back couch once again, I move back to the chair at the end of the couch where little strange hottie is sitting/lounging/whatever. the game of ‘ping-pong’ between watching the straight porn and watching him play with himself;  but not for long. my patience has worn thin, and i am considering cutting my losses and leaving for home. I realize that it’s nearing 7:a.m. and pickings are slim at best but either you want to play or not. ‘tons ‘o fun’ finally stands up and blows his load in the floor (how classy…) and leaves after standing over little strange hottie and me in dwindling hopes we would ‘play with him’.  he left pissed I’m sure…now it’s just me and  little strange hottie.

..."Dude! YOU stopped ME! I was perfectly content ‘servicing’ your soft peter, but…"...
I get up and move to the couch where he is. the sweats come down a bit revealing a less than average soft dick. “odd…” i think. “he's been playing with himself all this time and still soft? I would have thought he would be about ready to shoot…” I reach over and take hold of the soft dick. His penis and legs were very warm. I wasn’t sure whether it was his clothing or heat generated from being sexually aroused. His cock is small...I'm quite sure once aroused it was of some size...but even semi-hard it was not big at all. he begins to moan loudly; well…loudly for an ABS. once I realized he wasn’t going to recoil, I leaned in and took all of his cock in my mouth. he began to moan even louder.his cock got semi hard and I took it all. Having his pubic hair mingling with my goatee & moustache, having my face literally buried in this guy's crotch was an enormous turn-on as it rarely happens (I am not adept at “Deep-Throat”, and the most I can take is about ¾ of a 7" dick…). He began thrusting his soft cock into my mouth, moaning all along. I was enjoying this strange little man immensely! I slid my free hand between his legs and found my target; his hot hole. and it was hot! I gently massaged it working the tip of my finger into it…I took his dick out of my mouth and licked from his ball-sack up to the glans and took it into my mouth again, hoping it would bring him to attention. I seriously doubt it would get big, but ..as “Goldilocks” would say “just right”.  No luck. I don’t understand why I am unable to get him hard, but I waited too long, played too many fuckin’ kid’s games, was in too deep to give up now. Little strange hottie had a wonderful nut-sack. It was soft, shaven I think, although I detected no stubble. I suspect, had I gotten the opportunity to see him naked from the waist-down, low-hangers. I slid a hand up his stomach to his chest, and to my surprise, it was furry. there was indeed a nice body under the clothing. I fumbled around for a nipple, finally finding one and began to gently exploit it. After about 20 minutes of trying desperately to get him hard, I decided it was time to leave my “mark”. I found my favorite spot and began working on a hickey. As I sucked & bit on his frenulum and gently fingering his manhole, the door to the theatre opened an in walked another patron. Alarmed, little strange hottie pulls his sweatpants from below his knees to just below his nut-sack, still encouraging/allowing me access. he looked at the guy for several seconds and went back to his sitting/reclining position. I couldn’t tell much about him in the dim light; I did see enough to know that it was a guy in makeup. A definite turn-off for me. I return to the cock I was working on. He leaned over to give me access to his hole…I fingered a bit deeper and eased it out. he then pulls his sweats totally up, keeping his hand on his cock. Clearly an indication that he was through...or so I think.

A bit disappointed and disgusted, I got up and headed for the peeps once again, via the parking lot for a quick cigarette. smoked, checked out the peeps and back to the theatre. when I walk in, little strange hottie and the drag queen were sitting on the back couch. “ok” I think…”he was through with me but not totally through…” about half pissed i sit down in the chair in the corner. I can see little strange hottie’s arm and that’s all. at this juncture, I don’t really care one way or the other. after a few minutes the little strange hottie gets up and goes out into the bookstore; the drag queen goes  to the original couch where little strange hottie and I were playing. I also go out into the bookstore. little strange hottie is in the bathroom pissing. I rummage around the peeps one more time and return to the theatre. I go up and sit down on the opposite end of the couch where the drag queen is. soon, little strange hottie comes back in walks to the couch and sees us sitting there, hesitates for a moment and sits down between us, whereupon i immediately get up and move to the chair in the corner by the door, prop up my feet and resolve to wait for the next person to come in. 5 minutes or so pass and little strange hottie gets up, pulling his sweats up and walking towards the door. apparently the drag queen wouldn’t play with him. even unable to see his eyes I could see the look of bewilderment on his face. I am looking at him moving in the darkness thinking “dude! you stopped me! I was perfectly content ‘servicing’ your soft peter, but…”. and out the door he went. i gave it a few minutes and went out also. I asked the owner if he left. “yes” he replied, and went on to tell me about the guy. evidently he's a major closet case, per the owner. He said little strange hottie would come in for the longest time and look at the videos, trying to work up the courage to go into either the peeps or the theatre. This explained a lot; my inability to get him hard…the games of ‘Musical Chairs’,  possibly because he's not 'hung'... the whole ball of weird wax. I also suspect I got stopped so he could move on to ‘greener pastures’, and learned that the drag queen wasn’t going to play so I was to be the ‘safety net’…not.  So I ended the night with 2 cocks sucked and no DNA to prove it. Ahh well,  I will see him again I am sure…Will I play again? That is the question. The moral to this story; There's not a damn thing wrong with a less than average cock. In spite of the huge, sexual 'Cat & Mouse' game, I did enjoy this man's body... small cock and all. I keep telling you guys; It's not the cock but the guy the cock is attached to...

Sunday, February 6, 2011

ItzAlSex2Me’s First Bathhouse Visit Pt. I; FLEX Columbus

Spring of 2005, I hit a horse. I was taking some furniture to TN. for a fat slob, ex- friend. It was late at night and I couldn’t see because this was VERY rural and no lighting. Suddenly there were 2 horses in the road; one managed to get out of my way...the other...well....didn’t make it. Long story short, the horse survived but my beloved pink and black S-10 didn’t. So now I am looking for a car, and found one. My cousin in Dayton had a friend selling a car. It was in great shape, low mileage and within what the insurance was giving me for my poor dead S-10. So I go to Dayton and make the deal, yet another former friend, known here as “W”, in tow, as he knows cars (Sadly, this is about all the good I am able to say about him...but I digress). I met with the seller drove the car closed the deal and transferred it into my name. During this entire process, approximately 2-3 hours, “W” is screaming “Bath House this...” and “Bath House that...” finally deciding FOR ME that I AM going to the baths. I must admit it DID sound like fun, and I had never been to one, so I agreed. We stopped off at “W’s” place to grab the necessities and a change of clothes, and off to FLEX we went, “W” driving. Big mistake. “W” is a notorious hypochondriac. Between bouts of “Bath House this & that...” he’s complaining about his non-existent MS and how his “arm has hurt non-stop for days” blah blah blah...I just ignore it. Sometimes when you are friends you learn to ignore these flaws...of course that was THEN...


Now I realize I stated in a post earlier that my first bath house was Club Columbus, but that isn’t correct. After reminiscing about the events, he took me to Flex first. Later on in the evening we went to Club Columbus…So we start down the street to Flex, and I am instantly frightened. The pictures that are shown here look fairly  “safe” & benign,  but this neighborhood…even in broad daylight is very un nerving. This is a neighborhood of crack houses, drug dealers and haggard prostitutes on every corner. I knew we were going to be murdered…just knew it! I warned “W” that if we were at a stoplight, and someone moved towards the car, he would be running the light…He didn’t argue the point. We arrived at 1567 Livingston Ave. about 9: PM that evening, shockingly enough safely. We gathered our necessities, locked the truck and went in. the main entrance is a small cube with a locked door and a cashiers window. I let “W” do all the talking as I had never been in such a place… “W” checked himself in and told me what to say; I was to “ask for a regular room for 8 hours”. So I did and paid my $28, got the key to my “room”, my obligatory white towel, and the clerk/cashier/whatever buzzed me in. I opened the door. “W” was waiting for me on the other side.



The door opened into a “Gym” setting, though most of the equipment looked brand new and had a fairly thick coat of dust on it (Imagine that…). “W” led me past a Concessions area to a series of staircases. At the bottom of the staircase was a door leading out to the smoking patio. "W" was praying I didn't see this as I am a smoker, however what he didn't realize is that very little time would be spent out there. We ascended to the 2nd floor. There we walked down hallways lined with doors to the “rooms” winding around the floor…all painted black. House/Techno/Club music blaring and moans and grunts of pleasure from guys in ecstasy in their own “rooms” doing whatever or WHOever…I noticed some of the doors open as I walked. Guys lying on the little make-shift twin beds naked…some lying on their backs playing with their dicks; some lying face down with a pillow or 2 under their crotches to raise their asses a bit so anyone could come in dump a load and leave. I was a bit nervous but I knew this was gonna be fun! I got to my room; roughly 8X6 cube…twin-type bed built onto the wall. A plastic covered mattress, like one would put in a crib or as a first mattress for a child. A half-dozen or so “Joe Lube” rubbers strewn on a makeshift 'nightstand'. I stripped, wrapped the towel around my waist and went to meet “W”.




Now I get the .50¢ tour. “W” takes me to the showers, and the steam room next to it. Then next to that is the “Glory hole” room. The room is extremely dimly lit with black lights, with a huge plywood box in the center, and “Glory-hole” booths lining the walls. Everything was painted black and there was a thick perforated black rubber pad going from wall to wall on the floor. One end of the giant box was completely open and a guy could crawl in and service anyone who walked up and stuck their hard dick through the holes strategically cut in the sides. There was also a hole cut in the top of this box, I assume for a guy to lie down and stick his hard cock thru to be sucked by whoever is in the box below. This was absolute cocksucker heaven! I knew I would be spending some time in this room…



We then left the “Glory Hole room” and walked down the hall to where the lockers are. Apparently one can come n and just get a locker as well. We then walked to another room with bunk beds in it…Bunk Beds??? Here? Strange I thought…as we passed, there were 2 guys between 2 sets of bunk beds. One was assaulting the others hot hole, while in one of the bunk beds nearby a naked guy was sleeping…I could only imagine the had to be either completely exhausted or stoned to sleep with the music and the fucking going on…


We then walked down a shot hallway to an amphitheater. There was very large flat screen TV playing gay porn and a few guys sitting on the risers of the amphitheater, as well as a couple fucking… We proceeded on down yet another short hall past the rooms and back down the staircase to the main floor, then on to the basement. Passing through a curtain of chains, and much to my surprise, there was a fully equipped dungeon. A huge “X” rack; a cage topped with a leather pad; the obligatory sling; and chains everywhere. Now I had seen pictures of this in magazines and a few videos but NEVER in real life. My nervousness…which had mostly gone away by this time had returned. I didn’t know about all this now…We started back to the staircase, and I noticed that under the step risers was yet another of the little mattresses and yet another naked guy sleeping…WOW what a place!!!


At this point the tour is over. "W" & I separate and go off to have fun. the bulk of this time spent at FLEX is very blurry in my mind, as I was in total “Kid-in-a-Candy Store” mode. I was in sex-heaven! I beeline for the  "Glory hole" room. I proceeded to fellate several nice penises, none to completion. I began to roam the hallways picking out a hole to ravage. there were several candidates and I chose one, entered his “room”, mounted and deposited a load. Whispering a low “thanks” I left the room. I went and showered and went back to the "Glory hole" room. Occasionally I would go down to the “Dungeon” to see what was going on there. this particular evening no one was taking advantage of its “charms”.  I did eventually make it to the smoking patio, and briefly chatted with some really nice guys as I fed my nicotine habit.

My total count for that evening was 3 loads in holes; 2 loads taken orally; was sucked by a couple of guys, one thinking this would mean “Always & Forever”…ummm no. He was a nice bear of a man, handsome enough with a wonderful furry chest but I had no intentions of settling down with anyone at the time. I was having the time of my life!  About 3:A.M. or so, “W” decides we need to go to Club Columbus….Let the horrors and pretention begin….