Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
The Cum Bucket (I kid... I've sailed. I hated it.)
When I was younger, I hooked up mostly with older guys (bit of a story there), now I tend to go for my age or younger (with notable exceptions). Older guys have more panache--they're into it to have a good time. Younger guys tend to be in it to get off--I like teaching them how to be a good lay. Sort of a draw.
Whenever the opportunity presents itself. I've been very sexual since I was young, so it's very much a part of who I am and what I do. (short answer: avg. 4+ times a week)
No on the first question. I was in a frat, so I'll plead the 5th on the second...
Are you going to write us a love story? If there's anything I love better than graphic queer sex is graphic queer love.
In terms of writing, I've been thinking about The Boyfriend lately. In particular, how we met. So, yes!
Monday, March 15, 2010
I would would fuck just about any 20 year-old ass (color or country doesn't matter). As long as you can work it.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Friday. Lunch with the boss. Casual. Fun. Business has been good. Smooth sailing for the year. Like many restaurants in the area, it’s slow. Just us and two other tables with professionals who have expense accounts.
Waiter is adorable. We chit chat. Some light flirting. I’m trying to keep it civil. Boss has a smirk.
In the middle of my salmon Boss asks, “When are you not fucking someone?”
I protest. They seek out me. I’m not that good looking that they should throw themselves at me. Boss says he’s never known anyone that fucks as much as I do. I tell him not to exaggerate. It’s all rumors and innuendo. Save for the blog, I don’t tell tales. Guys I fuck, however, talk a lot.
Lunch continues. Suit from another table gets up and chats with me. He’s openly cruising me in front of my boss. Boss is doing all he can not to laugh out loud. I almost feel like I’m being punk’d. The more I deny, the more I get hit on. Waiter sees Suit and rushes over. For a moment, I think this could escalate into a fight over me. Naturally, this arouses me.
Suit and Waiter go to their respective corners. Boss and I finish our lunch. He picks up the check. I go to pee.
I unzip and start peeing. Who is at the next urinal? Suit. Gives me the look up and down with his perfect teeth smile. I glance down at his big uncut dick. Damnit. I’m getting hard. I finish my whiz. Give it a shake. I’m about to tuck it back in and he’s on me.
Suit pushes me against the wall. Starts grabbing at my junk. He pulls my hand to his thick but still flaccid meat. I’m fully hard. He kisses me. He tastes like steak. Neither of us notices that we’re not alone.
Waiter clears his throat. I feel like I’ve been caught cheating. I want to say, “It’s not what you think,” but Suit has already dropped to his knees and I’m a good five inches into his mouth before I can attempt to speak. I nod at Waiter to come over. I’m oddly surprised he actually does.
We kiss. He also tastes like steak.
He drops down and joins Suit in sucking on my junk. One on my dick. One on my balls. I’m enjoying it so much I don’t hold back. I tell them I’m gonna cum. The two cocksuckers slurp and suck harder. I groan. Suit pulls off and starts pumping my rod.
I explode. Jizz fires out in thick gobs. The two groan and laugh their approval.
I look up. Boss is standing at the door to the restroom. He looks at me incredulously and asks, “Am I being punk’d?”