March 27, 2005
Lost a buddy
Dave Scarpati 1967-2005
March 26, 2005
“Remember when we sould sit out here and every guy that would go by would honk at us? We were so hot.”
Technorati Tags: Film
March 25, 2005
Oh, he’s uncut too!!
March 24, 2005
This week’s man’s other half
Well, who wouldn’t move across the country for this guy?? He’s just about fucking perfect, as far as I can see.
Technorati Tags: online profiles
March 22, 2005
Things must be going pretty well because I nearly forgot I went to The Adonis this past weekend. Luckily, there weren’t very many men illuninating the darkness with their cell phones, so I was able to have a good time in peace. On the other hand, the dark room was crowded but strangely not much was going on. Beats me why.
In the more well-lit part of the basement, I spotted a very hot, working-class-type guy with a nice moustache, wearing a flannel jacket and a ball cap. He seemed nervous and unsure what to do but I was determined to have him. There’s a row of doorless booths lining the back wall, two of them connected by the lone gloryhole in the place. He entered a booth where a couple of men were watching a young man suck a meaty dick. I checked out the other side and the man attached to the dick was a nicely hairy guy with a shaved head. While he was getting serviced another guy was behind him kissing his neck and playing with his nipples. I went back to the other side and the flannel guy was stroking himself. I began by unbuttoning his shirt and rubbing his hairy chest. Then squatted down and sucked his very nice cock. The guy at the gloryhole finished off the man on the other side and the guy I was sucking moved away fom me and positioned his mouth at the hole.
I went into the now empty connecting booth and put my hard dick through the hole. His mouth was on it immediately. What a great cocksucker this man was! He sucked hungrily, getting me really close to shooting, then he’d ease off, licking the length of the shaft, teasing the head with his tongue and moustache or licking my balls. I was moaning which is not something I do. We were both, very obviously, enjoying ourselves.
After a while a guy came in and said he was into helping me get off. He kissed my neck and ears and rubbed his stiffening dick against my ass. The whole time he whispered filthy talk, again not something I usually go for but he was really good at it.
After about fifteen minutes, my cocksucker took a break and I kissed my companion and played with his nipples until he got himself off. Then it was my turn.
I went back into the dark room and deposited my load into a black man who had been trying to get my dick in his ass earlier. I was really ready to shoot and didn’t want to waste a load. With voices in the darkness urging me on, I gave him what he wanted. I buttoned up and headed home.
March 21, 2005
This week’s man
I have my profile on a ton of sites so I see pictures of a lot of actual men, as opposed to porn stars. I think the men on World Leathermen are the most beautiful. That’s where I found this sexy, bottom and his equally hot boyfriend. Unfortunately, I never got together with this guy before he moved to California to be with his other half. It wasn’t lack of desire on either of our parts, though. Sometimes Provincetown and Boston seem like they’re on opposite ends of the continent. Sigh.
Persistent Vegetative State
This image pretty much says it all. (I got it here.) The dark areas of the image represent the parts of Terri Schiavo’s brain that are missing! They have been replaced by spinal fluid. This blog interprets it much better than I ever could.
Last night’s charade in Congress made me sick to my stomach.
March 20, 2005
I had my first foot sex last night. I’ve been putting this guy off for a couple of weeks. He’s hot enough, though, that I finally gave in. He mentioned feet the first time we chatted but finally said we could jerk off together and he would sniff and lick my feet. I strongly declined his offer to bring me some sheer socks to wear. I just couldn’t.
He got here from New Jersey in record time, looking better than his grainy pic. He stressed that we had to be completely safe before we started anything. (Beats me why. Are feet in any way unsafe??) He took out his meaty dick, unbuttoned my shirt and began licking my nipples while he stroked himself. I took out my dick which was surprisingly hard already and started to stroke. I took off my shoes and socks and he got to work sniffing my feet, complimenting their odor. (I hadn’t showered.) He moved back to my nipples and asked me to shoot my load. So I did.
He asked me if it was a poz load. I said it was and he put his face real close to my dripping, cum-covered cock and stroked himself harder. Obviously, he wanted to watch someone shoot a poz load. Then he moved back down to my feet, kissing them while he shot a nice load. We cleaned up, got dressed an I let him out. 10-15 minutes total.
He sent me a private message when he got home and asked if he could come back sometime. I said he could. Actually, I could take it or leave it but I guess it’s better than whacking off alone. The foot stuff left me pretty cold but I got to gawk at a live, very hot man while I got myself off. I will not become a foot freak. I hope.
Technorati Tags: Gay Sex
March 18, 2005
March 17, 2005
HighStrungLoner: I have to go now.
The Crusher: Why?
HighStrungLoner: I’m going to an AA meeting.
The Crusher: Make sure you take copious notes and tell me any really juicy stories.
HighStrungLoner: But they say, “Who you see here, what you hear here, let it stay here when you leave.”
The Crusher: Then, what’s the point??
At the meeting someone said “Alcoholism was just one of the symptoms of my great spiritual malady” and I just had to repeat it. Puh-leeze.
Technorati Tags: Chat
March 14, 2005
Spell check failure
Andrew Sullivan in the Sunday Times of London:
“The White House is sassy enough to know that every email you send can be seen and read by literally anyone.”
Yeah. That’s the first thing that comes to my mind when I think of the Bush White House, Sassy! As I see it, this is just proof that even his editors don’t read his drivel.
March 13, 2005
The demise of the dark room
Men using their cell phones as flashlights are making The Adonis a flickering, annoying hell! OK, so I’m overstating it a bit. Still, if these guys want to see who’s having sex with them, they should go somewhere that’s well-lit! Most of us, I think, go there because it’s dark and these nitwits are ruining that atmosphere. It’s been a problem in the past, even at The Phoenix in New Orleans, but now it’s almost constant. Not only is it a distraction, the whole idea of even going there is anonymity. Guys, if you’re afraid of the dark, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE!! And what’s up with nearly every one of the cell phone offenders being black? I just don’t get it. Well, at least there’s no cell phone reception down there. That would be the final straw.
Still, I had an OK time on Saturday night, certainly not among the best times I’ve had there. Oddly, there was no fucking, to speak of, but lots of cocksucking. One guy was very rough and really didn’t want to let go until I shot. I managed to pry myself away before he injured me permanently. Finally I realized my mood wasn’t going to improve and let the last of five cocksuckers get my load. He begged for it and I just couldn’t refuse. I give until it hurts. Then I stop.
Maybe the fact that there were so many open cell phones on Saturday was a weird anomaly, but I’m not very hopeful. I’ll get used to it. I’ll have to. After all, it’s not like I’m gonna stop going there or anything.
March 12, 2005
First sex in my new apartment!
My furry buddy I first played with in a hotel last month returned for more tonight. (Tonight being Friday, now being 4AM Saturday.) As it turns out, he lives less than a block away! (Weirdly, he has the same apartment number, too.) He called on Friday afternoon and said he had plans for earlier in the evening but would like to get together with me when he got back home.
>He called around 12:45 and was here by 1:15. We started making out before the door to the building was even closed. By the time we actually got into the apartment, we were both hot and hard. This guy is an incredible kisser and he can really get me going when he focuses on my neck. He’s a really hairy fucker and I got his shirt off as soon as I could so I could enjoy his luxurious pelt. He’s quite a bit taller than I am, so he knelt to suck and lick my nipples. I ground my dick against his furry chest.
He finally got down on my dick. He loves sucking dick! I just had to stand there while he worked on my cock and balls, kissing them, licing them and taking them all into his warm mouth. It was like heaven but my pants were still around my ankles and his intensity was making me a little unsteady on my feet, since there was nothing to hold onto. We sank to the floor and mattress, me on top, his legs wrapped around my waist.
We couldn't stop kissing, sucking and licking. He ate my ass while I sucked his beautiful uncut dick. (I don't suck dick much these days so that's how turned on I was!) Whenever we were face-to-face/crotch-to-crotch, he pumped his ass at my cock. I raised his legs and got the lube. His hole is very tight. It took a while but I got in. An ass as hairy and tight as his makes me want to shoot right away but I kept slowing down and easing off, wanting it to last as long as possible. We managed to keep kissing a lot of the time I was pounding his ass. When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I shot a huge wad inside him. I kept fucking as long as I stayed hard—and that was a long time because I usually lose it right away. Eventually I just ran out of energy and had to stop. I helped him get off, pinching his nipples hard and fingering his hole. He shot a big load, too.
We sat and talked a long time, then cleaned ourselves up and he went home. I went right to sleep.
March 9, 2005
One more time
I wish more was going on in my life but another pic of the man who might be from Colorado should keep you happy for a day or two. Look!! He seems to be a platinum-selling recording artist, too!!
Technorati Tags: Gay
March 7, 2005
Once again I have to add some filth to this blog, since the previous dirty picture is about to disappear off the bottom of the page. I know nothing about this guy except that he might be from Colorado. I do know that I’ve collected a ton of pictures of him from over the years and I love him. Really.
Note: November 2005. I just found out that this is Richard Anton. That’s MASTER Anton, to you. He’s an escort and a member of something called The Brotherhood SSRB, a gay, SM, white-supremacist group with a satanist division. Once you get past the marys on their home page, it’s kind of hot. (I know, I’ll burn in hell for that.)
March 6, 2005
Back in action
I’m all moved in, not that I have much here yet. Most of my stuff is in storage in Provincetown.
I went out with Karen and Greg last night to see some bands that friends of ours are in. They were all good in a way and it was lots of fun. It was in the basement of a coffe house type place called Latazza. The main floor was regular enough but the downstairs was like walking into a time machine. I swear, it was 1978 all over again. The sound system was really bad and the ’stage’ was all of six inches high just like the early Punk days. Pink Statue of Liberty mohawks, slacker college students and some old folks like myself, some of whom I haven’t seen in years. The crowd was full of rowdy drunks having a good time.
The bands were all good but Helen Back and the Str8 Razors, aside from being really cute, were GREAT! Hardcore punk with a very unusual gay edge. The singer is an old friend of mine and he is absolutely one of the best performers I’ve ever seen. If there was any justice in the world, he’d be famous already. He also plays as Helen Back with the Big Mess Theater, a conglomeration of local musicians and performers. They do a cabaret a couple of times a year and it’s always a stupendous, evening-long extravaganza. It’s a real shame people outside of Philly don’t get to see them. (My friend Karen is the accordion player in the Big Mess Orchestra and designs their beautiful graphics, too.
I stayed until the bitter end (so no report from The Adonis this week!) and I’m glad I did. The Str8 Razors last song was a cover of The Damned’s Neat, Neat, Neat and the crowd went wild. The punks in the front were partying like it’s 1978, even the middle-aged ones. I took cover behind a couple of tall people.
March 2, 2005
Finally!! I’ll be offline for a bit. See you later.
March 1, 2005
Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus Aureus
I have a bunch of them. They hurt like hell. Apparently, there are a lot of people who have them lately. My doctor doesn’t know why. I can’t afford the prescriptions. So it’s off to register at my local ASO today and a boring trip to SSA to change my address and get yet another copy of my benefits letter. See you later.
UPDATE!! Success all around. I look and feeel better already!