The Sexual Resume` of an Exquisitely Flawed, Passionately Opinionated, & Divinely Evil 'Sex~Addicked' & Other Assorted Triflings...
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Monday, February 28, 2011
Cluster-Fuck
Sexual Vignettes
Old Dick-18FEB2011
Nervous ‘Newbie'-23FEB2011
Water Sports, Anyone??-25FEB2011
“You still gotta piss?"
“Yeah...my bladder is full..."
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Hot Young Trucker 22FEB2011
“We havin' fun yet?..."
“Oh yeah...barrels..."
“It's pretty dead in here..."
“Yeah..."
“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..."
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Another encounter with “Booth”...Wednesday, 16FEB2011
“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”
“Don't eat my precum..."
“why?"
“I don't want you to..."
“Don't tell me what to do; You're too damn bossy..."
“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..."
“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..."
“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
I'd much rather had stayed at FLEX...Really...
"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
Gay Brothers Having Sex
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!
“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…"
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Beautiful Moon & Tonight’s Morsel…
"Nice night..."
"yeah..."
"Not many out tonight"
"No, doesn't seem so..."
"Yeah I'm just out tryin' ta get the ol' dick sucked..."
"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"
"I think I'm gonna ride over to the ramp; Talk to ya later"
"OK see ya around..."
"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???
Sunday, February 13, 2011
"MonsterCock13"
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Valentine’s Day 2011…ugh!
-Dude!...Ain’t Karma Grand??
“I DO believe in Love and male bonding; It just doesn’t happen for guys like me.”
“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.”
Thursday, February 10, 2011
WOOHOO!!! Christopher Meloni from "OZ"
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...