October 18, 2005
No dykes allowed
Spam of the day
Subject: you are virile as of September 28th
They don’t specify a year.
October 17, 2005
Barbie and Ken’s rim seats
At the Dollar Store, of course.
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From AOL chat:
MmBeefy: I’m recently back from a GLORIOUS week in P-town. I maintain that five days in New Orleans was two days too many, while a week in P-town is never enough.
HighStrungLoner: I thought four months in New Orleans weren’t enough. Ptown is beautiful but I can’t say I like being around nothing but gay people for any length of time.
Note: “I maintain” that if he dragged his fag ass out of the French Quarter for a minute or two, he’d feel a little differently.
October 9, 2005
The boy had been making some noise about “long-term bondage” so we discussed it and came up with a plan. Luckily, I had already bought some nice rope at Home Depot to use on someone else on the very unlikely chance we’d ever have sex again. It was sitting unused in a Trader Joe’s bag. The boy would come over here and I’d tie him up, go to The Adonis and maybe bring back someone to play with while he would be unable to join in. Easy enough.
I talked with people pretty freely about this in the days leading up to the scene. Some were worried, of course, but I kept insisting that I got a good feeling from the boy and was sure he wasn’t Houdini reborn and wasn’t going to rob me of my meager belongings while I was out fucking anonymous ass at The Adonis. The boy and I also talked about having him sign a medical release form as part of the scene. I brought this up whenever anyone babbled about a stroke or a seizure or something. Most were completely horrified at the thought that I even have one, which I don’t.
I tried to think of it as a kind of performance art. I would like to have placed his immobile body on the sidewalk outside my apartment. If I thought passersby would have just gawked in amazement and not hurt him, I would have done it, too.
I decided I wanted to broadcast the scene on a web cam so we could invite people to watch the boy immobilized. I know, it doesn’t seem like it would be very interesting but, for men who are into that kind of thing. it would be really exciting. I set up a quick cam page with a five-second refresh and posted the URL in my online “away” messages and we both told some people about it. I invited a few past tricks to stop by and join us. None of them seemed interested. Fuck ’em.
He got here around 7:30 on a Friday night. We sat on the sofa and I enjoyed a cigar while we went over what we were going to do. He’d wear a butt plug and a blindfold and be tied to a chair in front of the camera. He decided the blindfold was necessary so people watching wouldn't think it was just some guy sitting motionless in a chair. That wouldn’t have bothered me at all but I understood his point.
I got him naked and tied to the chair a lot faster than I thought I would. I really enjoyed the process. I mean I really enjoyed it. I got hard. First he inserted his prince’s wand. (It’s a steel tube that is inserted into the urethra and is held in place by another, shorter rod that goes through the extra hole in the penis created by a prince albert piercing. The boy doesn’t have a PA, so he designed his own variation which includes an optional cap with spikes that dig into the head of his cock if he gets hard. I‘ll post a picture of it sometime.) I put the wrist and ankle cuffs on him, with his arms behind the chair. I put the rope through the d-rings on the cuffs and tied the rope to the chair legs. I had to use my stupid sleep mask for a blindfold and secured it with a couple of wire ties. Suddenly, I was done. I stuck a dead cigar butt in his mug. It was time to leave, a good hour before I normally go to The Adonis.
As soon as I got a half block away, I just about forgot that an almost perfect stranger was tied up in my living room. So much for having a conscience!
The Adonis was dead, so bringing someone back wasn’t possible. I was intending to stay out longer but ended up coming back in my door after only an hour and a half. I had no idea what to expect.
The first thing I notices was that he had a lit cigar in his mouth. Hmm. And why weren’t his arms still behind his back? I started laughing. It turns out I left his hands really close to one another and he was able to undo the cuffs. Dammit. Some Master I turned out to be. The funniest thing was that he tied himself up again! He told me later that his arms got really sore and he had to move them. I thought discomfort was at least part of the point but what the fuck do I know? I’m new at this.
While I was out, he untied himself, used the bathroom, smoked some cigarettes and chatted on AOL. Some boy he turned out to be.
We relaxed for a while with the cam still on. The Greek, one of the guys I had invited earlier decided to join us. He wanted me to fist him while he sucked the boy’s dick. Fine with me. As soon as he showed up he blabbed about seeing the boy’s daring escape on the cam! (He told me later that what made him decide to come over was seeing the boy’s handsome face when he took the mask off. Can’t say I blame him.)
The Greek positioned himself so everything would be easily visible on cam. (I’m sure he told some friends to watch.) He bent over and chowed down on the boy’s cock with the prince’s wand still in! The boy groaned in pain and pleasure. The Greek is one of those fisting bottoms who can take my entire hand—and anyone else’s, I’m sure—into his ass without my having to ease in one finger at a time. It’s amazing. I can open my hand and wave it around once I’m in there, too. Getting some depth is a little more difficult. I’m good at getting past the second sphincter on guys who have trouble with it. That seemed to be what he was looking for, too. I steadied my arm against my boy and he pushed his ass onto it really hard. I got four fingers, almost to the palm past his second ring. We’ll do better next time. I sealed him up with one of the boy’s bigger plugs.
The Greek and the boy got into some play with nipple clamps and they were very vocal. I was glad about that. I’m not vocal at all and it’s becoming a problem. I love the boy’s filthy monologues but he’d like me to join in. I was glad the boy had someone there to exchange nasty talk with. I watched and listened, stroking myself on the sofa.
The boy finally had to go home and take care of his pooch. He got dressed and left for his long drive home with the plug and wand still in.
The Greek and I kept playing. He unpacked a bag and laid several huge dildos on the floor. Then he picked up a black butt plug that was the shape of a coffee can and almost as large. It didn't look like a cock or have a pointed end like most of them, it was just a cylinder with rounded edges and a base to make sure the thing didn’t get lost in there. That’s what he wanted to use. Damn. It took a little longer than my hand did to get inside him but not that much longer. He was working the poppers pretty heavily, though. Again, the process got me hard. Once it was in his ass, there was just the circular black rubber base at his hole. at fist, I rotated the plug and moved it in and out a little. (The shape of it prevents a lot of movement.) Then I started punching it. “Yes SIR! Thank you, SIR!!” I punched it as hard as I could and he took it, flinching sometimes, but always thanking me. I grabbed a leather belt and whipped his ass, making it bright red and hot to the touch. I punched the plug some more.
We switched positions and he got down on my dick but after eight hours of nearly continuous play, I was fading fast. (Not bad for a guy who’s not on drugs!) I removed the plug. The Greek cleaned himself up and went home.
There was lube fucking everywhere. I didn’t bother cleaning up before I went to bed. The spots had magically disappeared my the time I woke up. The fisting fairies must have cleaned while I was asleep.
October 4, 2005
Man of the week
The naughty bits.
October 3, 2005
Man of the week
This is a guy from ManHUNT in Boston. There was some discussion about whether or not this pic is “real.” Who cares? Besides, even is it is scanned from a magazine, who’s to say the model isn’t cruising online. After all, I had sex with a COLT model who IMed me on AOL.
So I go to Gettysburg—a Civil War battlefield where 51,000 men died—with my friend, Keith, and what do I take a picture of?? A cute straight guy, of course.
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