January 31, 2007
I have played with the muscleman quite a bit since I originally wrote about him. It’s time I caught up, especially since we played again last week.
We don't meet at the baths anymore, I take a 45 minute train ride and he picks me up. Then it's a 10-15 minute ride to his place which, I swear, is like the Soprano's McMansion The three-car garage is disguised to look like just another part of the house. It’s funny.
We play in the bathroom which is huge, big enough to bring in a massage table and still have walking-around room. There are lots of mirrors so we can both see what's going on from every angle imaginable. He prefers being on his hands and knees on the massage table to being on a sling, so it’s kind of an ideal set-up. Ideal except for the marble floor.
Our play sessions are almost exactly the same every time. We set up the table; make out a little; I climb up on the table and fuck him, shooting a load into his beautiful ass; then I fist him; we rest in the bed and repeat three or four times.
It was getting kind of repetitious and tiresome and I haven’t been looking forward to playing lately. We’ve been trying since that first night at the baths to get my hand past his second sphincter and not making much progresss. It was beginning to seem like a losing battle. Anyway, he’s out of the country a lot and it had been a while since we'd played, so when he called me last Sunday I was ready. I also have to say that being first on the list of someone so ridiculously hot is quite a compliment for me. Whenever he picks me up and says "Hi, sexy!" I look around to see who he’s talking to. I don’t get it. But what do I know?
Last week we got started more quickly than usual. He said he had been playing a lot while he was away. It showed. He was also much bigger, really beautiful.
I hadn’t ejaculated in a couple of days so I was ready to shoot almost before I mounted him. He’s a big guy and I’m not. Straddling him while he’s in that position is a real test of strength sometimes but always worth it. I stay hard after I shoot and and his ass feels so good that I like to stir it around a bit before I pull out. I lasted as long as I could before running out of breath—and that was a while. He likes me to say that I’m bugging his ass as I shoot, too. I did. It was very hot.
I stuck my finger in his hole and brought it up to his lips for him to taste.
I grabbed the bottles of J-Lube that he had mixed with milk (!) and he grabbed the poppers. I squeezed a half bottle into his hole, greased my hand with Crisco© and got started. His hole was easier to get into and I had my entire hand inside within a minute. My knuckles stopped at his sphincter again but closer than we’d ever been before. He did a big hit of poppers and breathed using deep breaths. My hand moved a tiny bit further inside him with every exhalation. He asked me to pull out so he could rest.
As my hand came out of his hole, he gushed J-Lube all over the towel he was lying on. Because of the milk it looked like a quart of cum came out of his ass. He told me that’s why he used the milk. I’ve been around and that was a new one for me. It looked great.
He asked for two hands this time. I put my left hand in first, followed by the right, palm to palm, sideways. The first one was easy, the second took some effort I had to push really hard. He groaned really loudly, but that’s what he does. It finally popped in, his muscular hole squeezing my wrists really tightly.
I worked my right hand in very slowly. The pressure was very tight. When I got to his second sphincter it felt a lot more open. Fuck if I didn’t get my knuckles in! I couldn’t quite make it to the wrist but I ain’t complaining. I didn’t push anymore so he could get used to it and feel the pleasure.
Finally he asked me to pull one hand out and punch-fuck him with the other. Gladly. My fist is no match for his muscles but he loved it. Sometimes I’d pull it all the way out and punch back in, sometimes I’d stop at his hole and wait a second or two before going back in or pulling out. He was loudly urging me on.
Then we took a break on the bed, his muscular arm around my shoulders, my head resting on his hairy chest. Very comfortable.
Time for Round 2 which was pretty much exactly the same. Again, I got my knuckles in. It was quite gratifying.
This time, though, I had a hard time getting my right hand into him. Over the course of our play, the marble floor had become slick with lube and sweat. With both hands trying to get into his ass I had nothing to grip with. His really strong ass muscles would try to expel my hands and my feet would go sliding across the floor. It was hard not to laugh. I felt like I was in a cartoon. I’m not sure how I managed but I got inside him.
We rested on the bed again. He’s got a substantial uncut dick and I usually suck him off and swallow his load when we're finished. (He says he likes to fuck, too, and I’d like to find out!) This night I sucked him for a while and then he asked me to fuck him with my hand while he beat off. He was lying on his back and I got my hand inside him. I sniffed and licked his balls while he moved his foreskin up and down his fat dick. He finally yelled, “Take it out! I’m going to cum!” I pulled out and put my mouth over the head of his dick in time to catch his load.
We were both worn out and we slept for a while, me behind him with mr arms around his huge chest, before he brought me back to the train.
I am listening to Wildchild - Renegade Master from “Great Remixes” by Fatboy Slim.
January 30, 2007
What is ecstasy?
Why, shopping at CVS, of course! I snapped these signs in the windows of their store at 11th & Market where “something extra” must mean a check for a million dollars if these reactions are anything to go by.
I am listening to Guts from “Slow Dazzle” by John Cale.
January 23, 2007
Profile pic of the week
Come on down! Bob Barker has never made me feel like doing this.
I’m listening to “What Have I Done To Deserve This? (Shep Pettibone Remix)” from Aurally I by Pet Shop Boys.
January 22, 2007
I guess someone isn't quite as happy about it as I am.
I am listening to Dude Ranch Nurse from “Sonic Nurse” by Sonic Youth.
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January 18, 2007
Spam of the day
Subject: With Cialis Soft Tabs you can open the door of any bedroom with your foot.
I am listening to Face a la mer from “10 Remixes” by Les Negresses Vertes.
Profile pic of the week
I don’t know what I like best about this man’s engaging portrait. Maybe it’s the baby picture…or the tie-dyed receiver…or his socks…or that highly flammable pile of paper and plastic on the heater. No, it’s definitely the bottle of Pepto Bismol. Now that’s hot!
I am listening to Moody from “A South Bronx Story” by ESG.
I lost about six months worth of postings, the last ones before my hiatus and name change. Sorry about that but, hey, now I get to use them again if I can remember them!