Commenting Change

Because I've had such a problem with spammers lately (I think they're all from Japan... go figure, I'm not a 'Rice Queen'), I'm now moderating the comments. I really don't worry too much about comments--some people like what I do; others don't--I let them all slide. However, the spammers piss me off. I'm not sending my readers to some crappy site that may or may not download viruses. That shit sucks.

So, if you're inclined to comment, it won't post until I approve it. Trust me, I'll approve it, unless you're selling something... then, you're out.

Speaking of, I've had a few people ask if I could post something about their project/site and I've done it. It's all about asking and synergy (if their site is similar in focus as mine, I have no problem promoting someone else--note all my links).

That said, note that I have NOT monetized this site. I'm not here to make a profit (considering I've liberally "borrowed" my pictures from others, I find it rather inappropriate to do so).

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Okay... and back to the dirty stories (I promise I'll post something soon--my Christmas was, as always, eventful to say the least [boyfriend + nephew = A Very Merry Christmas!].

Merry Christmas!

May Christmas bring you great joy and love... and hot, steamy sex!


I'm spending Christmas with my family and The Boyfriend. I hope you are surrounded by love as well. Remember to spread love, joy, and your seed this holiday season.

Thank you for checking out my blog and commenting. It's very much appreciated. I promise to post more in the upcoming year.


Best,
RL

Hope

I personally know a few professional MLB and NFL athletes that could take a page from Gareth Thomas' book and come out of the closet. Too many young guys need more role models to be out, be proud and be excellent athletes.

That said... Christ, look at the body of this man! Hurray for our team...

The List

He’s watching the cars go through the car wash. Tall. Handsome in a beaten down way. Ill-fitting t-shirt. Shorts too baggy. Flip-flops. Probably was athletic in his day. Now, probably pushups and situps before work. Maybe an occasional run.

He holds a list in his hand. Stuffs it in his pocket. Pulls it out again. Was whipped ten years ago. Almost broken down today.

The list is out again. I stand next to him. Watching the cars move slowly through. “Honey Do List?” I keep my eyes on the cars. I can see him out of the corner of my eye. He looks over.

“Yeah, how’d you…?” Still staring straight ahead, I pull my list out and wave it.

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Saturday mornings. I meet some buddies and run for a few hours. Sometimes it’s a hand-job. Sometimes we fuck. Maybe we’ll meet some kid who’s up for a good time. We always have a good time. Today, I stayed in for a blow job.

Boyfriend wakes me nibbling on my chest. Props up on his hands and knees. Moves to my mouth. We make out. Long, slow kisses. My phone buzzes. Text from my buds. Boyfriend works his way down. Fuck running.

We sixty-nine for a while. He can take my whole cock down his throat. Slow and smooth it slides down. No gag. No choke. Like it was made for it. His cock falls out of my mouth as I lean back and moan.

I give his ass a hard smack. His cock throbs in my mouth. I taste precum. His hairy ass tightens under my grip. Fingers move to his hole. His cock gets harder. Boyfriend backs his hole into my fingers. I’m gonna fuck that hard.

We’ve done this before. Making it last as long as possible. I lift my head to take in more of his cock. Boyfriend’s balls rest on my eyes. They feel nice. Cool. Smooth. Drop down. His cock slips out of my mouth and smacks against his furry stomach.

Grabbing his hips, I pull boyfriend back. He’s now sitting on my face. Squatting over it. Asshole presented to my anxious tongue. The assault begins. I chew. I lick. I kiss. French. Poke. Prod. His asshole is defenseless against the battering of my tongue and fingers.

Boyfriend rests his hands on my hips for balance. If I were casually tossing his salad, he’d play with my dick. He’s barely coherent. People have called me many things, but bad at eating ass is not one of them.

He quivers. He shakes.. I know where this is going. He won’t last. I can’t stop. Both hands on his cheeks I pull back harder. My mouth is practically suctioned onto his hole and my tongue furiously teases and fucks his hairy hole. His muscular legs prevent me from hearing much, when he starts to unload, I’m sure the neighbors can hear. I feel the splash of seed across my stomach as his cock releases his load. This makes my tongue push in harder. It’s a big load. I can feel his jizz dripping down my side and by my balls.

Boyfriend moves off. I look down. Nut is everywhere. He smiles. “Gusher.” I nod. He gets up. Grabs a towel. I start to wipe up. Phone rings. Yoga instructor is sick, can he fill in? Right now.

He runs out the door promising to make it up to me. Minute later he comes running back in and up the stairs. I knew he wouldn’t leave me hanging.

He hands me The List.

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I stand watching the cars being washed, waving the list. I turn and smile. Beautiful brown eyes. Buzzed hair. Receding hairline. Handsome. A bit sad looking. Chat about our kids. Saturdays. Suburban nightmare shit. He’s cute when he smiles. His name is Todd.

Boyfriend’s BMW moves through. “Yours…?” I nod. Won’t be the last lie I tell today. Boyfriend loves that car. I like how it gets me laid.

Ginormous SUV right behind. “Yours…?” He nods. Almost ashamed. I ask about handling. Power. I don’t mock. Never mock a man’s wheels.

“Ever drive one?” I shake my head. Another lie. Grew up around trucks and SUVs before they were called SUVs. Grandparents had Broncos and Suburbans on the ranch for years. Spent one summer trying to put back together the Bronco I rolled

“Can I take it for a spin?” Beemer is being detailed. Two hours easy. I need to kill some time. Fifteen minutes later we’re driving around. We chat. The most important fact: wife and kids are down south at a soccer tournament. He’ll make it down in the afternoon. Right now he’s free.

Todd asks about the wife. Divorced, I say.

“Girlfriend then…?”

“Sort of…” He nods. Todd gets it. Stop light. I sit back. My running shorts leave little to the imagination on most days. My cock is hard. Pointing left and peaking out the waistband.

I turn and look Todd in the eyes, “Where are we going?”

We pull into his driveway. Typical upper middle class tract home. From the looks he’s already checked off ‘mow the lawn.’

Standing in the entry he turns around three times. The boy is nervous. I tell him to stop. We don’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do. I kiss him.

Floodgates open. Todd pulls me close and we make out like animals. Bumping into furniture. Spinning about. He’s an amazing kisser. My lips are a still a little whipped from this morning. I push him down to his knees. He starts pulling down my shorts.

“Um… shouldn’t we go to the bedroom…? Poor guy. She’s trained him to only fuck in the bedroom.

I look down and tussle his hair. I pull his head forward.

Todd gives amazing head. Light nibbling. Lots of sucking. Uses his hands. Plays with my balls. Fingers my hole. I love married guys. They don’t fuck around often, when they do… they do it all.

He stands. We kiss some more. I move to my knees. The fucking tile floor is miserable. Cold. Hard. My knees ache in seconds. How he spent the last 20 minutes on his knees is beyond me. My knees slide into the grout. It kills. Pulling open his shorts, a perfect uncut cock falls out. I forget about the grout. It’s beautiful. Around 7”. Thick, not massive. Foreskin, not too much. Take it into my mouth. Swallow until my nose rests in his deep bush. Play with his furry balls. Not huge. Very hairy. Nice. He is completely untrimmed and natural. I could stay down here all day. Knees are killing me. Fucking grout. Mercifully, Todd stops me. Doesn’t want to cum yet.

We make out some more. I pull off his shirt. He’s not out of shape, definitely not buffed.. Small amount of fur on his chest. Nice pits. I move for them. Didn’t shower today. I dive in. Todd swears like a sailor as I clean out his deep and furry pits. When I’m done they’re drenched.

He tries to return the favor. He’s not that into it. I suggest we go to the bedroom.

Sheets are off the bed. A pile on the floor with some towels. Laundry day. I throw the old sheets back over and push Todd onto the bed.

I crawl on top of him. We roll around making out like school kids. We explore. I only get fleeting moments at sucking him and that uncut beauty.

He does love me eating his ass. It doesn’t take him long for him to beg me to fuck him. Condoms in the nightstand. The wife hates the pill. Lucky me.

One finger goes in Todd’s ass easily, as does two. Claims he practices with a cucumber. Of course he does. Mental note not to eat at his house. Ever.

I ask him how he wants it. Dealer’s choice. I want to see his face. Bitch stays on his back.

Condom on. Boy lubed and propped up. I throw his legs up. I slide my legs in. My cock rests at his hole. He’s breathing fast. I tell him to relax. He does. A little. “On three.” I count. “One… two…” I push in. Not a lot, but enough for my head to get in. Todd gasps.

Legs back farther. I thrust deeper into him. He’s doing great. I tell him. Keep pushing and backing off a little until I’m all the way in. Would have had to pull out for most guys. He’s taking it like a champ. I reach down and rub his chest and stomach. His uncut cock dribbles out copious amounts of precum. I touch his face. I lean forward and kiss him. I start to fuck him.

Still looking into his eyes, I thrust lightly in and out. Todd’s eyes roll back. He’s loving this. I fuck him gently for a while, then pull back and start hitting it harder. Todd groans loudly at every hard thrust.

I pull out and roll him onto his stomach and enter him again. He doesn’t like this. Same with doggie style. He wants to see me fuck him.

I roll him back over and pull his ass way into the air. He’s resting mostly on his neck and shoulders. Standing over him, I drop my cock down into his hole. Pile driver. Todd fucking loves it. He moans so deep and loud I hear a dog howl.

Todd shouts he’s “Gonna blow! Gonna blow!” I reach down and pump his shaft. It’s like hot stone. I aim it at his face.

His balls unleash. Long ropes of creamy spunk fly onto his face. In his mouth. On his neck. His chest. My shaft aches. I pull off. Snap off the condom. Drop to my knees Shove my throbbing cock back in his mouth. I tell him to swallow it.

The daddy bitch grabs it with both hands and slurps it for all it’s worth. I feel my balls stir. I tell him not to stop.

Not sure why, when I nut I whisper, “For you…” He swallows as much as he can. Some dribbles out. Using my fingers, I scoop the excess back in his mouth.

Todd lays there. The guilt begins washing over him. Lean down to kiss him. Turns his head. Still has my jizz on his face. The condom I fucked him with is stuck to his thigh…

I grab a towel from the floor and wipe up. I throw it to him. He wipes up.

We’re both still hard. With any other guy it would be round two.

We dress in silence.

We get to the car wash just as the car is announced being ready. I shake Todd’s hand and walk away. The kid who detailed the car is checking me out. He’s young. Hot. Tempting. But I got a list with my name on it..

The Return of Crooked Vein

If by chance you've stopped by because you wanted to know about Crooked Vein, thanks. Google--aka "The Bastards"--locked it for a TOS violation. However, the bastards never got back to me within the "two days" they said they would, and never told me what the violation was.

I should note, I never claimed copyright, I gave credit when I knew the copyright holder, and I removed any pictures when requested. Most importantly, I never attempted to make money off the site. I felt it was wrong to make money off of pictures I had no legal claim to. I was simply sharing them with others.

On that note, since the bastards haven't released my site, nor have they gotten back to me (fucking bastards), I figured the 6,000 readers a day would still want to see my pics. So, Crooked Vein 2 has been created. All of October's posts are up and scheduled to post.

Spread the word...

Thanks!

Peter X, Briefly

Bar. Saturday night. Boyfriend, friends having after dinner drinks. I’m horny as fuck and want to get home. Boyfriend wants to look around more. Whatever.

Talk to a few friends. They mention Peter X is here. Peter and I dated for a minute. He barebacks. Puts himself in dangerous situations. His latest just dumped him. The guy didn’t like that Peter lived to fuck. Wanted him all to himself. Peter is too amazing for one guy. He’s out, but he’s not really here.

Surprised he didn’t call me. I play therapist when he breaks up with someone. He cries. I tell him to man up. Sometimes we’ll fuck. Usually, a good fuck gets him back in the game.

I see him in the corner. Jeans. Dress shirt. Looks amazing as always. My height. Handsome. 5% body fat. Works out like a fiend. Never wears deodorant. Has the best stink of any guy I know.

I walk over. He nods. I nod. I go for the hug. “You okay?” I whisper. He nods. Pull back. Look into his eyes. “You sure?” Eyes well up. He’s a fucking mess.

There’s something about Peter when he’s a mess that makes him so damn fuckable. Perfect looks/body scream confidence. Face reveals he’s vulnerable. I love it.

Move in for the kiss. Peter is a great kisser. I grab the back of his head and hold him in place as we kiss. He makes no attempt to move away. I know he’s mine. We make out for a while. His smell is intoxicating. Strong. Acrid. Not dirty, but like a man.

Move to his ear, “Undo your shirt.” We kiss for a while. He makes no attempt to unbutton anything. I ask again, this time grabbing his neck firmly: I’m in charge. Do what I say.

I know his weakness: his pits. He loves having them eaten. Cleaned out with a strong tongue. I pull off his shirt. Smell it. Stinks like him. Push it against his chest. Looking him in his baby blues. I nod to his left. “Lift it.”

He sighs. Closing his eyes, he lifts his left arm. My nose dives in. Deep inhale. God, it smells delicious. My tongue gets a taste. It tingles. I’m salivating at the thought of driving deeper into that pit. I soak it with spit. I tongue the hell out of it. I lick it. I spit in it. His thick bush holds all my saliva. I begin to suck it all back out.

I’m hard as a rock. I can feel his fat dick pushing against my leg. I bump and grind a little. He whimpers slightly.

We kiss again. I want him to taste himself. His strong, masculine scent on my tongue, lips and chin. He likes how he tastes. Peter even chews on my chin.

I eat out that left pit again for a few more minutes. I pull back. Smile. I look at his right pit. Peter is VERY sensitive on his right pit. Don’t know why. Don’t care. I got him to cum twice just by tickling his right pit. Granted, I was also stroking his dick a little, but he came faster when I played with his right pit.

Peter lets out a “mmmph” noise before I’ve even got my face in his pit. I bury my nose in. Deep inhales. I’m harder. I gently kiss the surrounding soft skin. Slowly moving towards the thick patch of fur. I lick the hairs. Softly at first, then with more force. He’s whimpering louder. I want to continue going slowly, to tease him a bit, but my tongue has a mind of its own. I begin Frenching his pit. Mouth open, tongue swirling. How this pit tastes better than the left, I don’t know. It just does.

Peter’s pulling me close. Groaning loudly. I keep my assault on his pit at maximum as we start dry-humping. I’m pounding my crotch into him as I suck on that pungent pit. His grip gets tighter. His moans louder. He bites his lip to keep it quiet. I keep thrusting as if my cock is slamming into his tight hole.

He gasps. He’s cumming in his pants. I continue slamming into him and eating that tasty pit. His arms relax their grip. My thrusts slow. I pull back. We look at each other and smile. I hear a couple of guys clapping.

I pull him closer and talk directly into his ear, holding his neck firmly in my hand: “You see the guy in the red shirt at the bar?” I wait for him to look and nod, “That’s my boyfriend. He’s smiling isn’t he?” My hand on his neck pulls as he nods. “You need to find someone who’ll let you be you. Don’t settle. Move on.” Peter pulls me close into a hug.

One last kiss. I turn and walk back to The Boyfriend. Long kiss. I wait for a comment about Peter’s pits on my breath. He holds up a scotch. He’s not into pits but knows that I am. The Boyfriend accepts me. He knew I’d kiss him and he knew that if he drank a scotch it wouldn’t annoy him. We work well together.

I hope Peter X. finds someone who’ll work well with him.

No Kids Allowed

I've been fucking around since I was in my early teens. Completely my choice and mostly sought out by me. However, you'll notice I really haven't written anything about those experiences, because I feel that's crossing a line. First, I have no desire to appeal to pedophiles and second, avoiding jail is always a good thing. While I will admit to the occasional impure thought about some hot high school jock, I am definitely NOT into kids.

So why am I bringing this up? Because I recently found that I had about a dozen followers that were pushing kid pictures. I didn't examine the sites closely enough to see if the kids were naked, I found the sites creepy in that they centered around little boys. That makes me physically ill.

I have kids. I have nieces and nephews. I can't imagine doing anything like that to a child. So don't put that shit on my site. To those of you who put crap like that on my site, I'll block you. I'll keep blocking you. Like the idiots that leave comments that are nothing but ads, I will continue to block every comment and every follow. Don't make me come after you.