July 27, 2009

the most popular boy at the whore houses

From Craig's List Missed Connections:

Bath House Jimmy M. - m4m - Cherry Hill - 27

There is a really hot guy that is poz who forgets to let everyone know he is. Oh and did I mention he is mostly at the bathhouse tweeked out of course, and the guys love it cuz because he is young and attractive (not for long tina will take that soon too) and is a complete pig so will fuck anyone that is willing to give more drugs, old, fat, black white whatever he is the most popular boy at the whore houses. And when I say popular I suppose I am being modest, cuz not only dose he fuck for drugs , after the high is reached, its on, so anyone who is willing gets a go. In fact it is reasonable to say at any 24 hour period for there to be 12-15 men who will get the lovely opprotunity to have sex with Jimmy and test death.

One more thing, his partner in crime boyfriend, Michael (another Petri dish of communicable diseases) participates in this wonderful debatary of Russian roulette. The thing is.... because they don’t tell guys to wrap it up, and in fact discourage it, the victim is mant timmes unaware that he’s playing. But what’s even more awesome, is how they use and manipulate those around them with charm and sex to escape the fact that that these two amazing duo, one being close to 30 and the other over 40 still live with their mom and dad. Thats right folks these amazing men have no responsiblitity at all other than to infect you.

If you see Jimmy (get tested) and or at the very least let him know of a rehab center nearest you. and let his punishment be anyone you know that goes to bathouses a lil too much should be known as a "bathhouse Jimmy"

Oh, come on! Entering a bathhouse without believing that everyone there is already HIV positive and then acting accordingly is almost delusional. To put the responsibility of disclosure completely on the positive person in this setting is unrealistic as well as unreasonable. Wake up! I don‘t know what bone you have to pick with this guy (admit it, we all know there is one!) but postings like these accomplish nothing other than making you look utterly stupid. By the way, the 80’s called; they want their AIDS panic back!

I’m listening to “Stay With Me” from Ladies and Gentlemen, We Are Floating in Space by Spiritualized.

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April 22, 2009

First block on Grindr

I took an entire month, which might be a record, but I finally got some abuse on Grindr. All I did was turn down sex with an 18 year-old. They almost never take that very well. (His messages are on the left, mine on the right.) I wish I had thought to grab his picture before I blocked him.

I’m listening to “Carioca”by Esquivel and His Orchestra from The History of Space Age Pop, Vol.3: The Stereo Action Dimension.

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April 1, 2009

Cruising on the iPhone!

During my most recent trip to Atlanta I was lucky enough to get to test a pre-release of Grindr. I think it’s the very first gay  hook-up  social networking app for the iPhone. Grindr uses the iPhone’s GPS capabilities to find the men closest to you. Users can chat and, with the usual iPhone camera/photo integration features, trade pics. The UI is really nice and navigation is easy. Best of all, it’s FREE! Nice job, guys!

Apple has approved the app, so now you can grab it yourself at the App Store. There are already a bunch of guys using it in Philly. The closest one is only 1,300 feet away!

I’m listening to “Raining Dub” from Blind Idiot God by Blind Idiot God.

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January 5, 2009

Suggestion box

“Whoever runs this place ought to get rid of the prissy queen who works the night shift weekends.”

—bathroom wall at Bush River Books and Video.

I’m listening to “Willie The Pimp, Part One” from Fillmore East, June 1971 by The Mothers of Invention.

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November 27, 2008

Profile pic of the week #2

Richard’s living room.

I’m listening to “Simple Song” from Pontiac by Lyle Lovett.

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November 24, 2008

Profile pic of the week #1

Richard’s bedroom.

I’m listening to “Main Title” from Marnie by Bernard Herrmann.

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October 20, 2008

Profile pic of the week

Nothing gets me off like a dead President and an IV cart! He’s pretty hot, though, so you can click on these small pics for larger ones. There’s an extra under the last one, too.

I’m listening to “I Don’t Know What It Is” from Homosapien by Pete Shelley.

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July 26, 2008

Sunday at the Adonis, Pt. 2

I went upstairs, again thinking I'd take a break for a while. That guy from the Bike Stop was still in the same place doing the same thing. I sat and watched for a little while, stroking. Then I got up and touched his chest again. Just like before, he dropped his hands to his sides and let his hard cock bounce free. Once again I got on my knees and took his beautiful cock in my mouth. I moved my hands up and down his lean, muscular thighs. I was hoping he was looking at the TV as if I wasn’t there so I didn’t look up, not wanting to ruin my fantasy. After I started working on the head, he began moaning. I moved my hands up inside his shorts and boxers and cradled his balls. He grabbed my head and began to fuck my throat. I opened up waiting for his load. He barely made a sound as his cock began to spasm and he shot his load into me. It’s been a while since I swallowed a load and it felt great. I got up and walked away without a word.

I went down to the basement again. In the dark room the man with the really hairy chest was getting a very enthusiastic blow job. I stood next to him and he began playing with my nipples. I got as close as I could, considering there was someone on his knees in front of hum, and played with his too. The guy eventually stood up and left and I got directly in front of the hairy guy. He really wanted to get himself off. When I pinched his nipples hard he’d say “Yeah, that’s it” and moan loudly as he stroked himself furiously. When he shot I took some of it in my hand and licked my fingers clean.

It was getting more crowded and people were starting to annoy me so it was time for me to get off and leave. I went back to the gloryhole and that same goateed face was there. I put my cock right into his mouth. He could sense that I was ready to shoot and he took it easy for a while. Seems to me he was much more into sucking dick and giving pleasure than he was into swallowing cum. Fine with me. I wanted to shoot but I wasn’t in any hurry. I did finally shoot, though. My cock stays hard for a long time after I ejaculate and he kept it in his mouth as long as he could. I saw that there were some guys behind me so I moved away and let someone else take advantage of this great cocksucker.

I took one last walk around the place to make sure I hadn't missed anything I really wanted and left. I got on my bike, rode home and went right to sleep.

I’m listening to “For the Stars” from For the Stars by Anne Sofie von Otter and Elvis Costello.

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July 23, 2008

Sunday at the Adonis, Pt. I

I needed to unwind from a busy weekend so I made a rare Sunday night visit to the Adonis. (I had bicycled to the Mann Music Center to hear the Philadelphia Orchestra on Friday night and wandered around Longwood Gardens with some buddies from the chat room on Saturday evening for the Fireworks and Fountains show.) I wasn’t expecting much since, in my experience, Sundays have been kinda dead there. I have been been surprised at the increase in the Friday and Saturday night crowds there lately, so I went, hoping their born-again popularity, for which I feel at least a little responsible, was spilling over into other nights. It was but not much.

There were only about three men upstairs so I headed straight to the basement. The same guy has been sleeping on the bench at the bottom of the stairs the last three times i’ve been there. I wonder if he just goes there to sleep.

The back section seemed empty at first but I couldn’t see all the way through the darkest room so I knew there was a bit of a crowd in there. It wasn’t as crowded as it can sometimes be, but it was good enough. I stood against a wall until I got hard then I moved into the center of the room.

Someone’s hand immediately found my cock. He was bent over, already being fucked. He pulled me towards him with his other hand and turned his head so he could suck me. Some guy on my left pulled up my shirt and began working my nipples and I returned the favor. He had a thickly hairy, muscular chest. I held onto the bottom’s head because I didn’t want to shoot as soon as i got there. After the guy shot his load he stood up and I saw that he had a really handsome face with a close-cropped black beard and hair. I only saw him for a second, though, because he immediately turned around, bent over, grabbed my dick and shoved it into his hole. I fucked him for a really long time. He was intensely into it. I ended up backed against a wall with him grinding into me. The whole time, the hairy-chested guy had his fingers on my nipples. When I was ready to shoot, I grabbed the back of his tank top and pulled him tight against me as I unloaded. He stood up and kept my still hard dick inside him while he got himself off. Then he bent over again and pulled up his pants. I got another short glimpse of his face before he disappeared. I wanted to get a better look at him later but he was just gone. I guess he got what he wanted and went home.

I went upstairs to sit down for a while and recharge. There was a guy in the TV room who I had made my eyes bug out at the Bike Stop the week before. Obviously, I found him incredibly hot. At the Adonis he has wearing a white t-shirt, beat-up khaki shorts and new sneakers. He had a dark beard, a tight body and lean muscular legs. He stood, leaning against a wall, watching the movie, stroking. HIs hips would move forward accasionally. Everyone was looking at him. I got hard again right away. I walked over and touched his chest. He took his hand off of his long, fat cock and let it bounce by itself. I got right down on my knees and went to work. I took it to the balls in deep strokes, keeping my hands in my pockets. When he began to moan, I ran my hands up and down his legs and teased his balls through his loose pants. I was hard as a rock but I didn't want to stroke myself. I was enjoying sucking his dick and I didn’t want to be distracted. I had to finally give it a break for a bit, though, so I stood up and said, “Thanks.” I didn’t get the slightest glimmer of recognition from him. It was like I wasn’t even there. It really turned me on.

I went back downstairs and a handsome black man with a salt-and-pepper goatee beckoned me into a cubbyhole. He said “Can you stick around for a while and let me suck your dick?” Sure! So he deep throated me between long hits of poppers. His goatee felt good on my balls. I wanted really badly to shoot into his throat but I held back. I wanted to hang around a bit longer. He eventually stood up, thanked me and left. I stood in the booth alone for a while.

After a couple of minutes a goateed mouth appeared at the gloryhole. I put my dick into it. this guy, whoever he might have been, was an amazing blow job. I couldn’t even tell what he was doing some of the time but it felt incredible, so wet and warm. He was an expert edger,too, and had me moaning loudly. Then he just stopped. It took an incredible amount of self-control to not grab my dick and finish myself off but I managed to keep my hands away from my dick once again.

There’s a kind of bearish black guy with a scruffy beard who wears oversized clothes and who I see there a lot. He’s not what I generally go for but I warmed up to him after a while. He often watched me fuck guys and talked dirty into my ear about how he wished it was him. It was typical HIV fetish behavior. I'm not usually into dirty talk but sometimes it works for me and with him it definitely did. There was never any real physical contact between us. Well, something seems to have changed. As soon as he saw me, he took my cock in his hand and started lubing it up. He dropped his pants and backed onto my dick. He moved back and forth three or four times and then pulled away. He started stroking me again. Then he did the almost-fucking thing again. I kinda got the creeps. I figured he’s not HIV+ and he’s taking his fetish a little farther than I’m comfortable with. I completely “get” the HIV fetish with poz and neg guys but I have my limits. I told him I needed to stop and I moved on.

There’s much more—amazing for a Sunday night—but I have to get some sleep now.

To be continued.

I’m listening to “Miss Chatelaine” from Ingenue by k.d. lang.

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July 7, 2008

Bad boys

I attended the Mid-Atlantic LeatherSIR/leatherboy contest at the Bike Stop on Saturday night because a friend of mine was competing and I wanted to support him. I got there at 6 PM since the schedule said the contest would go from 6-9. By 6:30 nothing had happened and someone said it would be at least another hour before anything did happen. Figuring they’d start even later than that, I bicycled home again, planning on getting back to the bar around 8 which I did.

As I walked up to the building again, a bunch of the leather guys—probably the ones who smoke—were exiting. It was the intermission and I had missed the actual competition! Damn.

I went up to the third floor and hung out for a while. I didn’t really know anyone there so I just drank my water and stared out into the air. (Contest producer Justin did a nice job on the place, by the way.) International Mr. Leather 2008, Gary Iriza was there. He was chatting with a woman who was curious about the IML protocol. He explained how the local contests fed the yearly International Mr. Leather contest on Memorial Day Weekend in Chicago. She listened intently and didn’t laugh when he said completely seriously, ”So my title is the equivalent of Miss Universe." I am not kidding you.

Then a hugely tall guy who had rudely stood directly in front of me, blocking my view a few minutes earlier took the stage. It was Oliver Pratt (above), International LeatherSIR 2007. He began ranting about how some nameless people were trying to take away his rights as a “kinky adult” and said he longed for a world in which legislators had nothing to do with people’s rights. Really. He proclaimed that the members of the gay community had to “stop fighting with each other.” Then, with absolutely no irony, he very loudly berated the audience for not paying closer attention to him. “This is too important for you to be chattering though!” He yelled at us as if we were misbehaving third graders. Even though I wasn’t talking through his speech, I wished I had been. I took the hint; I said “OK, bye” in a very loud voice, waved and left the room.

Now I’ve been going to leather contests for a long time, though it’s been a few years since the last one I attended. There is always someone who gives the standard speech concerning prejudice against “leathersex” and “leatherfolk.” You know what? I just don’t believe it anymore. I’m inclined to agree with Bill Maher who thinks it’s all about a couple of weirdos who want to wear assless chaps to church without being snickered at. The Folsom Street Fair is the second best attended annual event in the State of Califonia, for chrissake! Do you want to attend the 25th Folsom Street Fair Formal Leather Gala? (Yes, you read that correctly: Formal Leather Gala.) Well, it’s only $200.00—or $300.00 for a VIP ticket with “Preferred Seating!” In my experience, when there’s money to be made, prejudice simply melts away.

Anyways, a friend outside the bar who was familiar with Mr. Pratt said to me, “Oh, he’s crazy,” and convinced me to go back upstairs for a while. I got there in time to see someone dressed as a nun with white Crocs filling time with joke-like banter while the votes were counted. When the winners were announced I nearly got trampled by photographers.

Then I went to the fireworks. It rained.

I’m listening to “The Scary Caroler” from The Decline of Country and Western Civilization, Pt. 2 by Lambchop.

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June 4, 2008

Profile pic of the week

Now what was it you needed ME for again??

I’m listening to “Flowers Of The Forest” from Full House by Fairport Convention.

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June 2, 2008

The big lie

If anyone is still paying attention to this blog, they might remember this post about HamletWasBipolar/SAGandEquityDude/Jason Klemm, the drunk who accused me of murder. (Illegal in 29 states!) What I then referred to as “the occasional insane rampage” has become, nearly two months later, almost daily abuse, verging on obsession. It’s more or less the same nonsense that I posted before, repeated endlessly, no matter how many other chatters—even those who supposedly like him—ask him to please, change the subject. He then accuses those people of “worshipping me.” I wish! It happens even when I’m not signed on. Luckily, some good friends, one of whom I’ve known for 15 years, sometimes inform me of the worst incidents if I’m not around. It’s completely destroying whatever good feelings remain in the chat room.

At first I didn’t see the point in writing about it again and, in fact, I thought it would be counterproductive since he’d just be getting the attention he so clearly craves—not to mention how completely pathetic and juvenile the whole thing is. Also, I don’t think I have to justify my sexual behavior to anyone, especially someone with as little depth and self-awareness as this guy. He just wouldn’t get it.

Then he said something that made everything fall neatly into place:

He stated very clearly that he gets drunk, goes to the baths and to bookstores, and has unsafe sex.

Well, well, well. That’s pretty much exactly the behavior he’s been “accusing” me of for the past few months. A friend remarked, “Now we know why he’s so happy every time his HIV test comes back negative.” Yes, now we know. Apparently he doesn’t want to take any responsibility for his own behavior. It’s up to all of the HIV-positive gay men in Philadelphia to do that for him. What a load of undiluted crap.

I think it’s about time to stop taking your guilt out on me and to look inside yourself, Clarice. If you think what I do is murder, isn’t what you do suicide? The only person responsible for keeping you HIV-negative is YOU, Miss Undeclared eBay Income. If you want to get schnockered and offer your ass to strangers, feel free but don’t blame them when something happens. Really.

I know I said I don’t justify my sexual behavior but this really bears repeating. As I’ve posted before, with an undetectable viral load it’s virtually impossible for me to transmit HIV to anyone sexually. The “supervirus” myth has been debunked and there’s a relatively short window during which reinfection is possible, if it even is possible. There’s nothing else to say.

Oh, wait…yes there is: I didn’t write this because I’m jealous of his B+ on a Remedial English mid-term or because I’m afraid of his “gay cop friend.” Yes, he actually said those things; no, we’re not in eight-grade; and yes, I feel like Gossip Girl.

I’m listening to “Scraper” from Culture by Liquid Liquid.

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May 24, 2008

Geek

Is this guy beating off to Pong?

I’m listening to “Dancing With Tears In My Eyes” by Ultravox from Atomic 80s.

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April 13, 2008

Sex education

As ”local color” in Provincetown went, I figured Ellie was just a another harmless tranny. She was always there, outside Town Hall in a mini-skirt, singing some lounge standard karaoke-style, with a battered boombox and a hand-lettered sign billing her as “Provincetown’s Oldest Showgirl, 72 Years Young!” (75 now.) Yesterday I stumbled upon Ellie’s Provincetown Liberator, her endless, stupefying manifesto on every subject imaginable. I discovered, among other things, that father and former minister Ellie really seems to believe that she’s a 25 year-old woman with killer gams. “Integrating” her male and female identities seems to have inspired some shocking child rearing techniques:

realistic, hands-on sex education

Her kid or kids will have access to mom and dad’s room any time of the day or night. If a child wanders in while she is getting laid, and asks, “What are you doing, mommy?” she’ll tell her/him to wait until she comes - and then she’ll give an explanation. Meanwhile, the child can have fun watching.

Ellie’s kids will be home-schooled and her kids won’t feel like they’re doing hard time. She’ll pick up on their interests and encourage growth in those areas. Naturally, a big area of interest will be sex. Eliot/Ellie will give hands-on instruction in sex. She’ll teach any boy how to jerk-off; Eliot will teach any girl how to rub-off. It’s more fun that way.

The course really gets practical as well as exciting when the finer points of screwing are taught. Mom teaches a boy by screwing him. Eliot teaches a girl by screwing her. Their boys and girls can screw around with each other at will. You could say it’s a close-knit family! Truly: “ALL in the family”!

I’m speechless.

I’m listening to “Il Sogno, Act 2: Lovers Arise” from Il Sogno by Elvis Costello, performed by the London Symphony Orchestra, conducted by Michael Tilson Thomas.

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April 8, 2008

Bipolar

Jason Klemm (Hamletwasbipolar and SAGandEquityDude on gay.com) is a former actor and perpetual drunk who goes on the occasional insane rampage in the Philadelphia Citywide chat room on gay.com. I (TheCreepingTerror) was the target of his rage last night because I’m honest about my HIV status! Everyone knows I’m sero-positve and that I have an active sex life which includes bathhouses and back rooms. Jason believes that makes me a murderer. One can only wonder what this says about him since, when he’s not acting like an ass publicly, he’s privately begging people to let him suck their dicks, regardless of their HIV-status. (Someone sent me an example which follows the rant and Jason repeatedly asked me for sex until I finally told him to stop.) Admittedly, I’m posting this because it’s me he’s talking about and I’m pissed off but, really, does anyone deserve this kind of shit for being honest?

Hamletwasbipolar: im a little tippsy
Matt-of-Mayfair: git out!
Hamletwasbipolar: i went and got tested tonight]
Matt-of-Mayfair: and they said you’re insane?
Hamletwasbipolar: i am SO neg
TheCreepingTerror: you're telling me
Matt-of-Mayfair: truer words were never spoken
Hamletwasbipolar: and your not neg.you just kill people
Hamletwasbipolar: yea, ill put my hiv infected dick into strangers
Hamletwasbipolar: your a piece of shit
Hamletwasbipolar: oh, into the Adonis
TheCreepingTerror: i remember not very long ago when little hammy was begging me to let him suck this aids-infected dick
Hamletwasbipolar: uh, yeah i was BEYOND drunk.......and you do it sober
Hamletwasbipolar: 'sober is the key word
Matt-of-Mayfair plugs in the corn popper..
Hamletwasbipolar: no, hes an HIV infected asshole.......and Im not
TheCreepingTerror: no, you’re simply an asshole
Hamletwasbipolar: oh, yeah, im drunk...lve been in movies youve seen....NOT PORNO
Hamletwasbipolar: you are a toothless OLD drunk,,, ive seen you
Hamletwasbipolar: you are UGLY
Hamletwasbipolar: say no more'
Hamletwasbipolar: you have NO teeth.no face...and you ARE UGLY
MathMan821: oh lord what did I come back to?
TheCreepingTerror: hammy’s drunk, MathMan and accusing me of murder again
MathMan821: ahhhh
Hamletwasbipolar: you are beyond ugly.....we all know it
inkedguy25: wow man whats uo with the hatin’ in here
Hamletwasbipolar: but well be nice
Hamletwasbipolar: you are dilapidated, youre sexual depravity would scare anybiody away from the bar
Hamletwasbipolar: you INFECT people......say no more
Hamletwasbipolar: you and your HIV infected , bathhouse going dick
Hamletwasbipolar: you are , what we call, a piece of SHIT
MathMan821: hmmmm - I’ve always thought of TCT as quite the gentleman
Hamletwasbipolar: depends how you define genlem,an
Hamletwasbipolar: does porno?
Hamletwasbipolar: puts his dick up peoples ass?
Hamletwasbipolar: god, thats why ive ben silent in this room.........hes a piece of crap
woof60: silence of the hams
TheCreepingTerror: if only
MathMan821: I am always amazed at how people who are the consumers of porn look down upon the producers of porn
TheCreepingTerror: no kidding, math
Hamletwasbipolar: if only, you WERENT a piece of crap
Hamletwasbipolar: he is a piece of SHIT
Hamletwasbipolar: im done
TheCreepingTerror: no kidding you're done
Hamletwasbipolar: hes quiet
TheCreepingTerror: i’m just letting you dig your own hole, hammy. keep it coming.
Hamletwasbipolar: what could you possibly say? your HIV positive? you kill people in bathouses?
inkedguy25: wow, can we change the topic
Hamletwasbipolar: you and your HIV infected dick........your a PIECE OF SHIT
inkedguy25: you have been going on about this for quiet sometime now, and honetsly, its tiresome
Hamletwasbipolar: you kill people
inkedguy25: (has he been hitting the sauce?)
Hamletwasbipolar: you KILL PEOPLE
Hamletwasbipolar: oh, its ok, you dont infect them.
Hamletwasbipolar: YEAH
Hamletwasbipolar: you are the worst
Hamletwasbipolar: yes, your neg, you DONT INFECT THEM
Hamletwasbipolar: uh huh
Hamletwasbipolar: YOUR FUCKING PATHETIC
Mattyy77: actually, it'd be “you’re” in that instance
Hamletwasbipolar: oh, i know his face..youd be scared
Hamletwasbipolar: im going to bed.....
sPoconoGuy makes a CUCKOO sound.
Mattyy77: people get fired up in this hizzie
TheCreepingTerror: that was bracing
Mattyy77: u pissed him off somethin fierce
Hamletwasbipolar: yea, we are all braced.........you HIV infected dick
TheCreepingTerror: i didn’t do nuthin, Mattyy
Hamletwasbipolar: you did nothing in your life.....uh huh
Hamletwasbipolar: you are a pice of shit.....we all know that............if they dont know that...well then
Hamletwasbipolar: YOU ARE A PIECE OF GARBAGE
inkedguy25: Hamlet, go to bed
Hamletwasbipolar: if you think that? YOU go to bed
inkedguy25: fucking boderlines
Hamletwasbipolar: ?me says no more
Hamletwasbipolar: waits as hell try to be pleasant
Hamletwasbipolar: ill take off your peels, like you wouldnt even know, you piece of garbage
TheCreepingTerror: any translations on the peels thing??
inkedguy25: he's off his rocker
TheCreepingTerror: well, that goes without saying
Hamletwasbipolar: yes, i am
Hamletwasbipolar: you stupid murderer
Hamletwasbipolar: go ink
inkedguy25: at least be more specific, and less redundant
Hamletwasbipolar: stupid shit
inkedguy25: your knowledge about me is little.
Hamletwasbipolar: but a lot
Hamletwasbipolar: if you pick him over me....lol
TheCreepingTerror: “How To Win Friends and Influence People” by Hamletwasbipolar
inkedguy25: i’m not on any side, you’re rambling like a fucking idiot
Hamletwasbipolar: you have "your man"
Hamletwasbipolar: \you still KILL PEOPLE with your HIV infected dick, and you DONT care
Matt-of-Mayfair looks though inky’s bag for some morphine syringes
sPoconoGuy: anyone going to bathhouse tonight?
Matt-of-Mayfair: ooh!.... are they having a sale?
TheCreepingTerror: half price wed & sun
Matt-of-Mayfair: i need some new towels and stuff
sPoconoGuy: free towels and lube
Matt-of-Mayfair: i don't need lube spoc... you can use your SPIT
MathMan821: if it ain’t spit ... it ain’t love
Matt-of-Mayfair: hammy left eh?
Matt-of-Mayfair: ....one less.... bell to answer.
heres_mikey: looks like he left
Matt-of-Mayfair: he tried to pvt me ya know.. but i had to take him off my ”allow” list... god forbid he'd hit me up for sex again. i hate those drunken attempts
sPoconoGuy: he just pulled up in front of your house
Matt-of-Mayfair: i’ll get my gun!
Matt-of-Mayfair: “momma, take the kids to the basement!..... i'll handle this!”
sPoconoGuy: that means he’ll put on his red dress and answer the door
Matt-of-Mayfair: aims loaded Colt .38 though mailbox slot in front door.

And still people try to protect him from himself.

Hamletwasbipolar: how are ya?
Matt-of-Mayfair: i’m fine
Hamletwasbipolar: uh huh fine
Hamletwasbipolar: your quiet
Matt-of-Mayfair: i’m busy downloading tunes
Hamletwasbipolar: well, being your neg, you can fuck me BB!
Hamletwasbipolar: so, you dont say hi? your not talking?
Matt-of-Mayfair: you KNOW us old guys, we’re slow to act, and cautious..lol
Hamletwasbipolar: come over. im serious. come over
Matt-of-Mayfair: get real jason... please gurl you sound drunk again
Hamletwasbipolar: lol so, come over
Matt-of-Mayfair: yeah, right.... like i’m gonna go out in the cold... and wait for 3 buses and a train at 4am.... LOL... you crack me up
Hamletwasbipolar: i thought you drove.......lol
Matt-of-Mayfair: traipse WAY across town at this hour....no way!
Matt-of-Mayfair: i DO drive... i told you the car’s parked out back for sale. :-) i haven’t even started it since Christmas.

This didn’t really come out of nowhere, so some history is in order. Jason lived in Center City Philadelphia a few years ago. I pretty much thought he was a pompous ass. Then he got a boyfriend and moved to Bristol PA which, unless things have really changed in a couple of years, is just a step above a trailer park. Since he had a boyfriend, he felt free to act like a dick to everyone and not just me. (“You have nothing in your life but I have a solid, loving relationship,” that kind of thing.) Then he “got sober” whatever that means in his case. Just before he moved to NYC with his partner to pursue his acting career, he apologized to me for treating me so horribly. I told him that I accepted the apology but said that I would never trust him. While he was in The City he was hit by a car and was in a coma for several months. When he woke up his boyfriend dumped him. So he moved back here, to West Philadelphia this time, and started acting like a decent guy. I knew it wouldn’t last. He got a job as an usher at the Merriam Theater and quit because he didn’t want to seat black people. There was a short (less than two-week) affair with a much-loved chatter during which he changed his gay.com profile to reflect his then-current opinion that anyone who was online looking for sex was a “slut.” This was before they had actually had a date. Seriously. Now he’s enrolled in school to be trained as a paralegal which he refers to as “Law School” and “a different kind of acting.” Please.

Does anyone else see a pattern here?? Honestly, it isn’t necessary to get validation for the good things in your life by looking down your nose at others. And begging online “friends” for drinks at Knock isn’t good for anyone’s self-esteem. Get a grip.

I’m listening to “The Wrong Man” by Bernard Herrmann.

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February 23, 2008

Gomorrah

I had made arrangements to meet up with a guy at his apartment in the Flatiron District after shooting one of the nights I was in New York. We had chatted (kind of) online off and on for a few months. He seemed like exactly the kind of pig I like to play with. I called when I was on my way out of the shoot in Chelsea and he said he had a man’s hand in his ass at the moment and I was welcome to join them. He was only a few blocks away. I grabbed something to drink and a couple of snacks and headed over.

It was a weird building. The lobby was beautiful, all oak and marble. I had to pass through a metal detector and give my ID to the person at the desk. Waiting at the elevator with me were a couple of guys who seemed homeless and/or insane. Upstairs seemed like a whole different place. The hallways were more industrial than I expected considering the ornate richness of the lobby. This guy’s apartment door had a collage of things on the door, one of which said “GOMORRAH.”

As advertised. It was a smallish, old-fashioned, New York studio apartment. Everything about it — at least while I was there — seemed to be about having sex. There was a sling and a futon, a floor mattress and what can best be described as a central lube station. This guy and his friend, both of whom I felt instantly comfortable with, were intelligent, funny, old-school gay sex hounds, close in age to myself and with similar interests. The friend even appears in the DVD extras in my fisting movie! This was especially weird considering the guy who fists him in my movie was also in the movie I had finished shooting less than an hour before. Weird.

We chatted and got to know each other while I warmed up and removed my clothes. They took turns on their knees sucking my dick which I really needed after a long day watching other people have sex on a tiny screen.

My host got in the sling and I fucked him for a while. He had been punch-fucked over a hundred times just before I got there (and he had a clicker in his had to prove it!) but he was still tight enough to gimme some friction. I got my hand in his hole but it didn’t really feel comfortable to me so we didn’t continue for very long.

We sat around, stroked and talked for a bit. Then his friend got on his hands and knees on the floor. My host put on these big, black, rubber industrial gloves, coated them with Crisco and started fisting the guy. He went in and out really quickly, first one hand, then the other. Weirdly, I found it very hot. He passed me one of the gloves and we took turns. Then he quickly put the other glove on me and I didn’t miss a beat. He was moaning with pleasure. I was tired, though. so I didn’t last very long.

I said I had worked all day and hadn’t really eaten and that I should go. I had planned on taking the train from his corner right back to Brooklyn and eating in the diner down the street from the hotel. They suggested we go together to a nearby place. That was fine with me; I enjoyed their company. The diner was really far away, a good half hour walk and it was very cold. The food was mediocre and I had to walk all the way back to where we started from. Ugh.

I had a fun time with them and I’ll do it again for sure next time I’m in the city for any length of time. I’d even just go hang out. Thanks guys.

I’m listening to “Run From Love (Remix)” from The Age Of Consent by Bronski Beat.

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February 9, 2008

Porn Day 3: On the set again

Friday January 25, 2008

The second feature we shot was a bukkake orgy movie. Most of the cast were the same guys from the film we shot two days previously and we used the same space. In this film two bottoms were supposed to end up covered with cum. Unfortunately, neither of them was really feeling up to it (I guess two days off in Brooklyn can really wear a guy out.) so another guy was nominated for the job. He didn’t seem pleased. In addition to the professionals, amateurs could apply online to be in this film. They could choose to wear a small mask if they wished but, if they did, they wouldn’t be paid. The only requirement was that they shoot a load on the bottom’s face. Sounds easy enough, no?

The atmosphere on the set was much less chaotic than it had been on Wednesday. When I got there at 6:30 only the director was there. A guy who was making his porn debut had missed his plane and had arrived just a few minutes before. He was out getting something to eat with the company’s business manager. When he returned He showered and put on his “work clothes.” These consisted of black shoes, black flares, a wide white belt and a black, form-fitting, pin-stripe, button-down shirt. I’m not kidding. He looked like a dance instructor or a hustler from 1980. He did have a beautiful face, though, if a bit rough for an 18 year-old. No matter what, the camera loved him, as they say.

The director assured us we’d be done by 11:00 at the latest, hopefully even by 10:00. Things went fairly smoothly…for a while. Our first delay was caused by someone not being “clean.” Maybe it’s just me but I try to be prepared when I go to work. Since i’d be using my eyes I made sure my contacts were clean before I left the hotel. Anyway, while he was “touching up” another cast member suggested that maybe he doesn’t know how to do it correctly but you didn’t hear that from me. Admittedly, he wasn’t origianlly the day’s designated bottom either.

The number of men in the room dwindled as each guy shot his load and left for the day. One of the guys who didn’t feel well enough to be the bottom did a great job of being vocal and being the onscreen guy in charge, sort of. He’d order the bottom to suck this guy or get fucked by that guy. It worked well, better than It sounds for sure.

Around 8:30 it was time for the dance instructor to shoot. We sat, cameras in hand, while he masturbated. For an hour.

One of the amateurs showed up. I thought he was kind of hot, beefier and hairier than the other guys in the movie. He wore a mask but, as far as I’m concerned, anyone who knew him would recognize him immediately. He also had a unique tattoo. I just didn’t see the point in wearing a mask. As he was finishing up another guy arrived and he fucked the bottom too. They both left at the same time.

Then we went back to waiting for that last guy to shoot. It was grueling. My back hurt, I was hungry and I was especially impatient because I was going to get laid back at the hotel when we were done. The director tried to find out how we could help him along but he was being sullen and uncommunicative. Those two qualities probably serve him very well when he’s out and about cruising the bars and bathhouses wherever it is that he comes from. (He tried to be mysterious about his origins, also.) He has a look that just works well with sullen and he’s obviously learned how to use it but on that night in that place it was simply annoying. To everyone. We just wanted to go home.

The director asked him what he did or thinks about or watches when he masturbates (daily, no doubt) at home. “I dunno. Nothing.” was his answer again and again. I wish I thought he wasn’t telling the truth.

As time went on the substitute cum began to crust on the bottom’s face and chest. (The real stuff dries up and disappears so we had to keep rewetting him so that in the final edit it will look like all of these guys shot their loads on him in quick succession.) I don’t think the stuff looked particularly like ejaculate to begin with. After all this time it started to look like the (trade secret) that it really is.

At 11:00 we took another break and the boy in question retired to the bathroom for a bit. At this point I just knew it was never going to happen and even joked about putting money on it. The director was adamant, though. I could see his point. He flew the kid to New York from heaven knows where and he was fucking 18 years-old so he should be able to come at least once. Yes, he should. So we tried again.

We sat around for another hour. Nothing happened. He couldn’t stay hard even with Viagra. What really bothered me, though, was that he didn’t seem to care. There was no apology for making everyone sit around for hours, nothing, not even to the director.

Just past midnight we gave up. We packed up and everyone got paid. I said my goodbyes and I left, starving to death. I grabbed some food from an overpriced Chelsea deli and took the subway back to Brooklyn which took about a century and a half. I don’t recall the subways in NYC being so s-l-o-w and so long in coming. I feel like I could have walked faster but no one else on the crowded train seemed to notice. Could I be spoiled by SEPTA??

Anyway, this kid had a photo shoot the next day with a photographer unconnected with our movie. He didn’t have an orgasm for him either. And he didn’t get paid. Also, he had the nerve to invite one of the other cast members to stay after we all left to continue fucking him! Kids.

I’m listening to “Un Poco de Sangre” from El Circo by Maldita Vecindad y los Hijos del 5th Patio.

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January 25, 2008

Profile pic of the week

I’m listening to “Campaigner” from “Decade” by Neil Young.

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January 24, 2008

Porn, Day 2: On the set

I was asked to arrive the set at 1PM, an hour before the cast in order to set up the lights and coordinate with the other cameraman. I hadn’t met him. The producer said he was an interesting guy and had worked on Project Runway. He was quite a character, a combination of John Lovitz and the comic book store guy on The Simpsons, very stagehand-y and straight, to boot.

We shot in a room in a Chelsea B&B. The lovely garden area in the back reminded me of Rear Window. The room had bright yellow walls with white trim and an equally bright yellow and white bureau. The decor was incredibly Brady Bunch. I loved it. There was a granny-type quilt on the bed, too, which was even less hot than the decor so we flipped it over a bit. This revealed some mysterious white crusty bits on the tan blanket. Ew.

There were nine guys in the cast and five production people so it got kind of tight with everyone’s clothes, coats and bags on the floor and various cords, cables and lights everywhere.

Weirdly, there were two large gift baskets from “friends,” one with mostly chocolates and the other with Starbucks products. We learned on the last shoot which was nicely catered that porn actors live, at least while performing, on protein bars, bananas and Gatorade, so there was no big spread this time, dammit. Any crew, as I learned long ago when I was a stagehand, will eat anything. I hadn’t had breakfast and this gluten thing makes it difficult to just grab something to eat, even in New York, so I was grateful for the candy. So was Jon Lovitz. He took some home—“for the wife,” of course.

Once the action started we realized that the bed was going to be a problem. The mattresses were very lightweight and the frame was on wheels. As soon as the first guys started fucking on it, it started rolling around. We had to remove the frame completely. The script, which contained the hilarious typo telling someone to “moan loadly,” was all about “double penetration.” Unfortunately, with the wheels and frame gone, the bed was down so low that double penetration was more or less impossible in the way the director wanted it. Three guys in a row tried and they had to contort themselves so much they they couldn’t stay hard. The script called for two bottoms to be doubly penetrated simultaneously and that obviously wasn’t gonna happen. We took a short break after each guy made his attempt at DP and after one of the bottoms literally vomited from gagging on a dick. Now we took a much longer break.

The director threw out the script and decided that this would have to be a free-form orgy. He insisted that DP would happen, though, and instructed the actors to make sure the cameramen were aware of it when it occurred. With the cast left to their own devices and without the gymnastics involved in the original scenario, we got lots of DP. I could tell that some of the actors obviously needed direction since they didn’t involve themselves as much as some of the others. Maybe they figured that now they had permission to only have sex with the guys they were attracted to and they weren’t attracted to anyone. Who knows?

The guys kept having to be reminded to be vocal since this film isn’t going to have any music. I’m not a big fan of “porno-mouth” either in movies or when I’m actually fucking so I’m not the best judge of dirty talk. The guy who seemed most into it had a limited inventory of phrases and an NPR-type voice. I just couldn’t get used to it.

We filmed each cum shot twice, first with the cameras on the actual cum and again filming the actor’s face while he faked it. Now that’s acting! After watching this five or six times, I’m sure it will seem obvious to me now whenever I watch porn.

We had nine guys in the cast and I think all of them got a cum shot in. The weird thing was, though, that when it was time to do them, four of the guys had to stand in the kitchen watching porn before they could shoot. I know at least one of them was watching himself! Hey guys!! You’re in a room with eight other porn stars. Isn’t that enough?

This is the most grueling part of the shoot for me. Everyone sits around waiting and waiting and as soon as someone’s ready to shoot their load everyone runs back into position. It’s pretty wacky and it surprises me that it’s at all convincing to watch but it is.

At one point during the day we had to quickly consolidate all of the extraneous crap that people had brought in with them just to get it out of the shot. There was a backpack in the corner and I threw a heavy pair of boots on top of it along with several other things. Later in the day one of the actors brought the backpack onto the bed and unzipped it. Two tiny dogs in grey hoodies ran out of it! I felt awful that I had thrown a pair of boots at them. They ran around completely quietly for a couple of minutes and went willingly back into their case. They came out again when we were done and their owner added sherpa jackets and harnesses that looked to me like bullet-proof vests. I have to agree with the guy who said the dogs were really adorable and very gay.

Seven hours and we were done. I headed over to meet a guy in the flatiron district but more about that another time.

I’m listening to “Heart Shaped Bruise” from “The Delivery Man” by Elvis Costello & The Imposters.

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January 22, 2008

Porn, Day 1: Hotel

I am in NYC this week because I was hired to run a video camera for a couple of porn shoots. We’ll be filming in Chelsea on Wednesday and Friday but the cast and crew are staying at a Days Inn in the Sunset Park area of Brooklyn. Sounds pretty, no? I was a little concerned when I saw these pictures. The one on the left is from Google Maps Street View and was a little disturbing. What really threw me, though, was the one on the left, from the hotel’s own web site, showing the “lobby” with the staff behind bullet-proof glass like you’d see at a pawn shop or a chinese take-out restaurant!! Not to mention the fact that I just knew I’d never get laid in such a godforsaken wilderness. I mean, what good is being in New York if you can’t maximize your online cruising time, huh??

It took me almost an hour to get there from Penn Station and the walk from the subway is pretty steeply uphill but the hotel itself was actually acceptable—after the elevator decided to work, that is. When I first got there it refused to go past the third floor and the desk clerk was hemming and hawing about giving me something on a lower floor. (I have emphysema and stairs are not my friends.) After ten minutes of futzing and the maintenance guy running up and down, repeatedly proclaiming that it was now operational when it clearly wasn’t, it made the complete trip a few times and I decided I could safely ascend to the sixth floor without worry. The room was just fine, if a little small—even smaller than the room I had at the New York (formerly Ian Schrager) Hudson which until today was the tiniest room I’d ever paid for outside of a bathhouse. (I’ve had bigger rooms at some bathhouses.)

The neighborhood is really pretty cool and literally colorful. There is a warehouse-sized laundromat across the street, a decent 24-hour diner on the corner and a branch of my bank on another corner. There are also a slew of wonderful bodegas on 5th Avenue, unfortunately another steep climb. They have great stuff, including tons of bananas that are actually large, ripe and delicious. The guys who work behind the counters are unfailingly polite and friendly and hot. Try finding any of those qualities in a Center City Philly food store! Other than the below freezing temperatures and the uphill climb for food, this ain’t gonna be so bad. I have a couple of “dates” already lined up, too.

I'm not sure what’s happened to the NYC subway system but it seems hellishly slow to me, not just the wait but the actual speed of the trains. It really seemed to me that I could have walked faster than the train was running today. Maybe it was a fluke. I sure hope so. What a nightmare.

I’m listening to “Editions of You” from For You Pleasure by Roxy Music.

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January 18, 2008

Lukewarmly blogworthy

I’ve written about this guy here and here. We played at the Adonis a few times and again at his place. We had this conversation, apparently our last, a few days ago:

cc_ital3: hi
HighStrungLoner: hey!
cc_ital3: how r u?
HighStrungLoner: not bad. you?
cc_ital3: good thanks. i'm hoping to get together again
HighStrungLoner: that'd be cool
cc_ital3: ok, good
cc_ital3: when u free?
HighStrungLoner: always. not awake before noon though
cc_ital3: ok. well let me know then. sorry to bother u
HighStrungLoner: not bothering me.
cc_ital3: um, k
HighStrungLoner: i hardly ever take the initiative, though. just how I am, nothing personal
cc_ital3: i know. that's why i did but u gotta meet me in the middle or i think that u r not into it
HighStrungLoner: ok. if you're looking for now, tho, i'm not into it.
cc_ital3: ugh. again, real sorry. night
HighStrungLoner: ok. night
cc_ital3: well i'm sure this will make your blog, but i'm done. i try and try with you but all i get is lukewarm responses. so i am sorry that i did and i will not try again. ciao

What can I say? A lukewarm request got a lukewarm response. I could be wrong but meaning “Let’s fuck now” and saying “i'm hoping to get together again” seems counterproductive to me. I’m not fucking Criswell, you know. Besides he and I made firm plans at least twice last year and he never bothered answering the phone. (Wednesday nights at 9 PM after I was done at the LGBT Archives.) Can you blame me for not getting excited a the prospect of being flaked on again?

Anyway, you got your wish. You’re in my blog again. Happy now?

I’m listening to “Everyone Lies” from Loudness by Loudness.

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November 26, 2007

Pier One porn

I received these photos, both in the same email, from a Yahoo group today. I’m not sure I can think of anything less hot than futon frame bondage with tea lights. Note also the leopard-skin rug. Even ignoring the ridiculous wicker chair and guitar, fact that the second picture was taken in broad daylight with the shades open is mind-boggling. They must have been up all night.

I’m listening to “American Way” from Legion Of Boom by The Crystal Method.

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November 23, 2007

Backstage

I was in Atlanta most of last week staying with a friend. He was directing a porn film for Cruising For Sex on Saturday on which I was one of the cameramen.

A couple of weeks ago Keith asked me to meet with one of the guys he wanted to hire for the film because he hadn’t had the chance to see him in the flesh. Turns out he was exactly what Keith was looking for. He’s 21 and looks 15, certainly not someone I would have cast but it wasn’t up to me.

About a week before the shoot, Keith shipped to me the Canon HV20 HD camera I’d be using so I could test it out. It was fucking tiny! Every little hand movement was magnified visually and the on-board mic picked up the sound of any camera control I used. The image quality was amazing, though, and the 24P image was even better, so we decided to use it. The size of the camera would be a real advantage since we were shooting a gloryhole video and it would be a tight squeeze.

I arrived in Atlanta on Tuesday afternoon. I really like visiting Atlanta and especially visiting Keith and it was really good to see how well he was doing with his chemo. It was nice that my visit, aside from the work involved, was “normal” and I didn’t have to worry about Keith’s health. I even went out alone one night but that’s another story.

We spent Thursday and Friday testing and setting up the lighting that he bought; doing a little carpentry work and preparing the space for the movie. (Keith should thank the good lord that unions aren’t involved in porn, if you get my drift.) We shot the movie using Keith’s own home gloryhole. It’s in his office which conveniently has it’s own street entrance from the rest of his apartment.

It was ambitious to shoot all four scenes in one day but we managed to do it—and on schedule, too! It was a really exhausting day, though. I was assigned to shoot the “guest” side of the gloryhole and the other cameraman Robbie shot the “home” side. My side of the partition was smaller so the tiny camera was an advantage. Robbie had a really sexy professional Sony HD camera which I coveted.

Robbie was also performing in one of the scenes, getting sucked and fucking the bottom through the gloryhole. According to him—and I have no reason to doubt him—he’s heterosexual and this was his very first time fucking a man. This guy could make a fortune in gay porn. He’s fucking adorable, really nice and not a narcissistic asshole, either. He’s not usually what I go for, only hairy below the waist (those muscular legs!) and he’s clean-shaven and not even gay but, hey, you can’t have everything.

Keith had an amazing amount of delicious food from My Girlfriend’s Kitchen available all day long for the cast and crew: corn spoon bread, sweet potatoes with brown sugar crust, Mexican lasagna, chicken satay and more but most of the actors brought their own protein bars and stuck to those. Crazy.

Things went really well most of the day. One guy couldn’t get hard (Yes, that’s like a bank teller with no cash.) and spent, I thought, an unusually long time in the bathroom but (but who am I to talk?) The scene was “re-written” and by the end of it he was hard anyway and pounding ass like a champ.

We had a long break before the last scene we shot which featured a guy who I’d seen in some other films and didn’t have a very good impression of. I thought he was hot enough and he certainly has a big dick but I figured he’d be a kind of pretentious overly macho-acting ass. I couldn’t have been more wrong. What a nice, friendly, naturally masculine guy! We had to wait a while for him to shoot his load but I didn’t mind sitting around watching him stoke. Not at all. The bottom brought down what looked like a Fisher-Price My First DVD Player for him to watch and he insisted on bareback videos, poo-pooing the musclebound Titan Men title that was already in the machine. When he was ready to shoot we all had to jump quickly back into our positions at the gloryhole. And we were done. Thank god he didn’t take much longer, too, because I was starting to doze off.

Everyone left, Keith and I went to sleep almost immediately. I made a half-hearted attempt to look for dick online but I knew my body wouldn’t do whatever I would be asking to do, so I gave up pretty quickly.

Sunday afternoon the cast and crew who hadn’t yet left town went out to breakfast in the Little Five Points section of Atlanta. It’s charming in a Haight-Ashbury kind of way with not a chain store in sight. It was really refreshing.

Earlier in the day the bottom referred to me as “elderly” and said University City was “the suburbs” in two incredibly condescending and lame attempts at humor. (FYI he lives in the “Art Museum Area,” the neighborhood that doesn’t even have a name, which is actually farther from the 2 blocks-square “gayborhood” than I am in UCity.) I don’t have an issue with my age but I do have a problem with cliched, catty gay humor. If I had been in my own home I would have reacted differently. Since my options were limited, I was a guest in someone else’s home and I am certainly more expendable as a crew member than he is as a cash cow, I went out onto the balcony and made a phone call, trying to remember that he is only 21 years-old. Maybe he was intimidated by the fact that the next youngest person was 15 years older than he was. Maybe.

My flight back to Philly consisted of a gate change, a half-hour delay after boarding, another half-hour delay when a passenger had a seizure before take-off and an hour wait for a gate after we arrived in Philly. The woman who had the seizure and was removed from the flight was at baggage claim before we were!! Thankfully, cast member Larry was on the same flight and gave me a ride home in his luxurious Jaguar. Nice!

I’m listening to “Mira Et Ten” from La Planete Sauvage by Alain Goraguer.

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October 7, 2007

At the baths

I went to the Sansom St. Gym two Saturdays ago. I was only half thinking about going and then I chatted with a very hot guy from North Jersey online who said he was going to meet a friend there around 8 pm, so that sort of made up my mind for me. He said he was going to slam some crystal meth first so I didn't take his timeline very seriously.

I got there much earlier than I normally do, around 8:30-9:00, and the first floor was already sold out. I don't like the upper floors of this place much and the room they gave me was the last one in a dead-end hallway. Thanks, guys.

Anyway, I got undressed and wandered around a bit but there was nothing much going on, really. Where was everyone? Usually I get some action right away at bathhouses and then nothing, nothing, nothing for a while and then a long stretch of fun before I leave. Tonight we went directly to Step Two.

I went back to my room and lay on the bed trying to look alluring, not that anyone was going to be passing by.

Eventually a guy came in and started sucking my dick. He wasn’t my ideal of beauty but he was a good cocksucker. We re-arraged ourselves so that he was on his knees and I was sitting on the edge of the bed. That was better. He really liked getting my PA as deep into his throat as he could and holding it there. He could keep it in for longer than anyone I’d ever seen. I was even holding his head and fucking his throat really hard. He didn't even flinch. Amazing. Again we changed positions to more of a 69-ish thing but I knew he didn’t want me to suck his dick. I stuck one, two, three, then four fingers in his hole. He was wet with J-Lube. He got on his hands and knees and I knelt behind him. Getting my entire hand in was easy and I fucked him hard with my forearm for a long time. My hand began to cramp and I told him I needed to take a breather. He said he was in the sling room and I told him I’d stop by later. I slept for a few minutes.

Downstairs, things weren't much better than when I had arrived. I said hello to a guy who might have been the man I was supposed to meet but i wasn’t sure. He didn’t seem that interested so it didn’t really matter if it was him or not, I guess.

I made myself comfortable on a bench along the back wall of one of the group rooms and stroked myself. The guy from the sling room came in, got on his knees and began blowing me again. A really hot Latin guy laid down on the platform in front of me. His hairy ass was beautiful. I leaned forward and started to finger it. He rose up to meet it. I stood up and the sling guy said "You want to fist me now? Right here?" I told him I wanted to get some of this Latin ass first. And I did.

Luckily my dick was already hard and he was already lubed. As I mounted him and began entering his hole he again rose to meet my cock. The hair around his hole felt great and I paused there for a bit but he wasn’t having any of that. He said “Fuck me” and pushed his ass into my groin. I got on one knee, grabbed his hips and pounded him hard. He was loose and lubed enough for me to be able to pull my dick out completely on each stroke but not so loose that it didn't feel good. He was a really active bottom and made it easy for me. Men started to gather around us, stroking. There were two older guys in a dark corner who caught my eye. One of them might have been the slammer but I still wasn’t sure. They were watching me, stroking each other and playing with each other’s nipples. Being watched makes me even harder. The Latin guy was now flat on his stomach, holding onto the edges of the platform, moaning with each thrust as I continued plowing his hole. I was close to busting but I couldn’t decide if I wanted to shoot. Then a hand reached in to tweak my nipple and I couldn’t help myself. I let it rip. After I shot, he wouldn’t let my cock go, squeezing it with his ass and grinding into me. Finally I pushed away and went upstairs.

I cleaned up, threw my clothes on, grabbed a coffee and went outside for a smoke. Then I went back to my room and closed the door. I needed to recharge for a bit.

To be continued…

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September 21, 2007

Planter

A set of four from Science + Sons, each depicting a different urban park scene. $150 CAD.

I’m listening to “I Think We’re Alone Now” from The Rubinoos by The Rubinoos.

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September 19, 2007

Didn’t Charles Manson hang out there?

I got an interesting message tonight from this adorable guy in Palm Springs:

fuck i wish i could look into those eyes as you breed me and say thank you daddy satan for your load!

Anytime! (Isn’t that Spahn Ranch in the background?)

I’m listening to “Little by Little” from The Silver Collection by Dusty Springfield.

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September 7, 2007

Tom Cat

I walked into the New Improved Tom Cat Bookstore around 11 pm last friday night with a friend. I wrote all about the layout in my previous post so I’ll skip that part. I had a lot of time to check it out since it was pretty empty when I got there. I’m not sure if this is because it was closed during the renovation or because people had just stopped going there. In either case, I hope people find out how nice it is because it could really be fun with a good crowd there. As it was, there were less than a dozen men when I arrived and, since the place isn’t small, it seemed quite empty.

I figured I’d have the best luck in the dark area that’s half TV lounge and half gloryholes since everyone seemed to wander in and out of there eventually and it was the unofficial smoking area. I was right. I saw a good-looking, lean guy, about my age, relaxing against the wall behind the gloryholes, groping himself. I walked up to him and rubbed his chest through his shirt. He leaned in and began kissing me. Very nice. He unbuttoned his shirt, showing a furry chest, and we got into some nipple play. We unzipped and pulled out our dicks. We got each other hard but it became obvious to me that he really only wanted a blow job. I think his constant pressure on the top of my head was a good indicator of that. I politely resisted and went on my way.

A really hairy, really drunk guy stumbled around for a while in his jockey shorts. I resisted the urge to hide his clothes behind the jukebox.

I should also point out that there were other guys at the Tom Cat—younger, less hairy guys—who had a more “commercial” look. These men would probably be much more appealing to the majority of men looking for sex, if not the majority of my readers, than the guys I choose to play with. I don’t usually mention them because we’re mutually uninterested in each other. This doesn’t mean they’re not there or even that they make up a minority of cruisers. I don’t talk about them because I’m rarely interested in them.

Back at the gloryholes I saw a man’s clothed ass pressing against the other side of the wall. I went around and saw a thin, sexy guy with a jaw line beard sucking off a really hot 70s clone type. He had the mustache, baseball cap, denim shirt, black belt and black shoes, the whole bit. Nice dick, too. This is still one of my favorite looks and always strikes me as unpretentious and masculine. He did nothing to spoil that fantasy for me, thank god. He was quietly enjoying himself, looking down at the man sucking his cock. I pulled out my dick. The sucker grabbed it and pulled me closer to the clone who began playing with me nipples through my grey wife-beater He offered me some poppers which I declined. The sucker went back and forth between us a few times, spitting on my dick a lot and looking up at me. He stayed bent over, never dropping to his knees. Then he concentrated on the other guy but kept looking at me, even after he stood up. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. The clone must have shot his load because I never saw him again.

At this point I had seen an older very hairy guy with a beard and a big, round, solid belly walking around without his shirt and sniffing poppers. He was really hot for that type. As I was leaving the gloryhole area I rubbed my hand across his furry chest. It felt wonderful. He immediately dropped his pants and just stood there. I had no idea what to do. His dick wasn’t much to speak of and I wasn’t gonna blow him or anything. I rubbed his chest for a while and took off. I saw this scene repeated a few more times through the night with other people. They all seemed to have the same reaction I did. I assumed he wasn’t communicating his needs very well but maybe that’s exactly what he was looking for.

I went into the last dark room before the exit because my friend told me I could get blown there. Inside the room was a really handsome guy, around my age with a longish goatee, ball cap, wire-rim glasses and, again, a big firm belly. I stood near him and stroked myself to hardness. He leaned over and started sucking. He was very good…for a while. I dropped my pants and played with his large nipples through his sweatshirt. (Just for the record, it’s pretty chilly in there!) He started jerking me, including my balls, with both hands and said, “I want your load.” He certainly wasn’t going to get it that way. I decided to lie down on the bench and do the job myself. I tried and tired but I just couldn’t. I made my apologies and walked around the place again.

I went back to that room later and he was gone. The thin guy who blew me then didn’t was there, again bent over, sucking off a cute guy I recognized from the philly gay.com chats. His crack was showing and I reached in to play with his hole. It was wet with lube and jism. Someone said, “Fuck him,” and started to pull down his pants. The sucker undid his belt and pushed his pants down. Nice! His hole was sloppy with juices but nicely tight. He was a great bottom He grabbed my cock, brought his ass down to my dick level and backed onto me. I grabbed his hips and pounded hard. The smell of other men’s cum in a man’s hold really turns me on so I was as hard as a rock. When I slowed down he started moving forwards and back, doing the work on both ends himself. I really wanted to shoot and started fucking hard again. He moaned, his mouth still on the other guy’s cock and he backed into me with every one of my thrusts. I was on the edge for what seemed like forever. It felt great but I was past the point of no return. I had to shoot. I began long strokes, completely in and out of his hole, hearing an “Oof!” from him every time I was completely inside him. It felt like I shot buckets. My dick stayed hard after and he ground himself into my crotch, squeezing every drop from me with his sphincter. I needed a short break to recharge so I pulled out and put my pants on.

It had gotten more crowded since it as now after 2 am but I was still surprised at how few men were there. Given the nice layout, cleanliness of the place and the reasonable price I thought it would be more crowded.

I went again to the room near the exit. The man who wanted my load was there again. I knew I wouldn’t be able to shoot again so soon. We kissed and stroked each other. It struck me when we were nearly done that I knew who this guy was. The glasses were a small clue and when I reached down to stroke his dick and felt a PA, I was sure of it. I’ve been fucking his partner regularly for a couple of years. They supposedly have an open relationship but this one gets really jealous. He wrote me a nasty message about it on M4M-World once. I didn’t recognize him because he’s much better-looking than his online pics (which also don’t hint at the belly but I don’t mind that at all). His other half told me that he was moving out on Friday when I played with him earlier that week. Needless to say, I didn’t yell “I know you!!” If he knew who I was, cool; if not, why start something? Really. I helped him get off while we continued kissing and rubbing our facial fur together. He shot into my hand and I licked the fingers clean. I told him I thought he was very handsome. He returned the compliment and left right away through the adjacent back door. I wasn’t long after him.

My buddy drove me home. Luckily he has a van because I found a great TV table with a swivel top in the trash and I was able to bring it back with me. When I looked at my computer There was a message from the last guy. He reminded me who he was, as if I would have forgotten or had played with so many that he would have been part of a huge blur of men, said he had a great time and would like to play again. Well, no hard feelings, I guess, since, by that time, he must have realized who I was. I responded in kind. Nothing since, though. I’m in no hurry.

I’m listening to “You Don't Send Me” from Dear Catastrophe Waitress by Belle & Sebastian.

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September 2, 2007

Extreme Makeover: Adult Bookstore Edition

I used to go to the Tom Cat Bookstore, downstairs at the Sansom Cinema a lot 15-20 years ago. It was lots of fun. Then I moved away and came back. The Tom cat seemed the same, if a bit deteriorated, but it just wasn’t fun anymore. It seemed both too bright and dingy at the same time. It was depressing. And empty. I only went once in the two and a half years since I moved back to Philly.

The other day a friend told me it had been remodeled so I went back on Friday night. It’s a whole different place. The bright lighting has been dimmed to a more reasonable level, a lot of it incandescent black-light, and the white walls have been replaced with brown and black. Most of the small arcade-style booths have been replaced with group sex spaces. Nice.

Admission is $10. I inserted bill into the machine and was automatically buzzed in, no need for human intervention. Just inside the door is an area with four brand new, clean and roomy black video booths with benches nicely padded with black vinyl. The benches are sort of sticking out of one of the side walls making them ideally placed for lots of different kinds of play. On the other side of the room, up a step, is a large triangular space lined with padded seating, a mirror covering one wall and a flat-panel monitor showing porn. The monitor is oddly placed and can only be viewed without incredible distortion by a really tall person standing directly in front of it. Weird. There was a good-looking (but not what I go for) Asian guy in a white lycra pullover hanging around this area most of the night. He spent nearly all of the time, I’m not kidding, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting himself and fixing his hair. It ws pretty amusing.

I went through a short hallway and made a u-turn to where the pool table used to be. Now there are two dark rooms there, painted black. The smaller one had a table and more padded seating along three walls and a monitor on the other wall showing a different movie. People seem to have made this the unofficial smoking room even though smoking is banned here by city ordinance. The second room has a 10 foot free-standing tongue-and-groove wall with some planks missing at crotch and eye-levels, sort of one long gloryhole. It's lit my one bare energy-saving black-light bulb. Very nice.

I had to exit that area through the same door I entered. After a left turn is a hallway with an alcove with more seating. Across from that is a door that seems to say "Do Not Enter" but the jokey sign, one of many in the place, says nothing of the sort really. Behind the door, which can be locked for privacy(!!) is a good size room lit only by a strobe light. There’s a huge metal cabinet on wheels, big enough to fit four, but, i promise you, it will fall over some day and seriously hurt someone. It’s wicked unsteady. The strobe light made me dizzy and I had to leave right away. The room was empty anyway. Maybe I was dizzy because I was spinning my arms around like Pete Townshend. Who knows?

After that is a large clean bathroom with a toilet, toilet paper(!!!) and a trough urinal! It’s not the kind someone can lie down in, by the way! A small section of the old booths are back in this area. They don’t seem so bad with the new lighting and people used them a lot. No gloryholes here or in the other booths which is the one major oversight I found. This section is brighter than the rest of the place but still, thankfully, dimmer than the convenience store glare of the old place.

Finally, just off the rear exit, another secluded dark room lined with benches and a table. I had some real fun in that room.

By the way, the jukebox, which was always pretty good, is gone, replaced by piped-in techno music throughout which is, surprisingly, not deafening.

I was very impressed. Whoever put the new Tom Cat together should be applauded. Between this place and the new baths, Philly finally has a couple of sex clubs worthy of a major American city. Unfortunately, both places share a common problem: There was hardly anyone there. At 11 pm on a Friday night, there were less than a dozen paying customers. What?? It seems really new, so maybe people just don’t know about it yet. I hope that’s what’s wrong. I’d hate to think that gay men in Philly suffer from the “we’re not New York” syndrome that people accuse us of having and think we don’t deserve a good, clean sex club. I have to say that more guys showed up as the bars closed. Sadly, since it’s within two blocks of all of the gay bars in Philly, the crowd was not very impressive.

Part of the problem might be that younger people are much more sex-negative, believing that they’ll catch something just by walking into a place, than the previous generations were. They also seem not just turned off, but actually repulsed, by the idea that someone over 25 might be in their immediate vicinity. (It’s like Jen not wanting Evel Dick to touch her in a competition on the first day of Big Brother 8, although I wouldn’t want that saggy-ass chicken-hawk to be anywhere near me either!) While some of them would like a place like this, they will never go to one unless every patron is someone they find attractive. That’s something that has never bothered me and I don’t think I’ll ever really understand it. Oh well.

I did have sex while I was there, though not as much as I would have liked. It could have been more satisfying, too. But more about that tomorrow. I’m heading to bed.

I’m listening to “I Can't Make It Alone” from Dusty in Memphis by Dusty Springfield.

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August 7, 2007

Muscles

I’ve been visiting Atlanta for over a week and, as I said before, have been concentrating on posting many years’ worth of my photos on flickr. I’ve also been having lots of sex. Between the fact that I’m still considered “new meat” here and that there are more gay men here per capita than in San Francisco, my head is spinning. I’ve been taking full advantage, believe me. Last night was one of the best, not just of the week, but ever.

As everyone probably knows by now, I really like guys with hairy chests and faces. I’ll do without the body hair in a pinch as long as it’s not shaved, though. Consequently I’m rarely attracted to Asian or black guys. (Before anyone starts name-calling, I said “rarely” not “never.” I’ve had lots of fun with all kinds of men. In fact, just before I left Philly I got together with a nicely hairy, fun and very cute guy of mixed-asian descent. I’m hesitant to write about it for a couple of reasons and certainly not because we didn’t enjoy ourselves.) Anyway, there’s an “Ethnicity: Mixed,” sort of Asian-looking guy on Manhunt who was being very persistent. His pictures are OK, a little hair on the chin of a nice face and very smooth. He isn’t what I normally go for so I kept putting him off because, being new in town, something more like my “type” would eventually show up. (Wow. Did that sound arrogant or what? Trust me, I know that if I lived here, the honeymoon would be over pretty quickly but it’s sure fun being popular while it lasts!) Late last night/early this morning I found myself sitting at the computer with an unusually persuasive erection and he messaged me again. “I want to serve you with both of my holes.” Sure thing! He was parking his car outside and dialing my number within ten minutes!

I went out to meet him. First of all, his face was stunning. I could tell that from 20 feet away as he walked toward me from the parking lot. As soon as we got inside his mouth was on mine and his fingers were playing with my nipples. I don’t know how but I think he took his shirt off without removing his tongue from my mouth or his hands from my chest. Holy Mother of God! What a body. His upper body (He hadn’t taken his pants off yet) was just about perfect and his dark skin showed it off so very nicely. Broad shoulders, sexy traps, punchable pecs, all in a perfect v-shape. I recovered my thought processes enough to stutter “Let’s go upstairs.” On our way to the bedroom I made sure he noticed the sling in the living room.

I removed my shirt but I didn't have time to take off my pants or adjust the light in the bedroom before he was naked, kissing me and grabbing my crotch. I didn't even have time to see what the rest of him looked like, not that it mattered. With no help from me my pants were unzipped and my dick was in his hand, then in his mouth. He held the head in his throat, even with the PA in, without missing a beat. All I could do was moan.

I managed to get my pants and shoes off as he moved to lie on the bed, hanging his head over the edge. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him and I bent my knees a little so my dick would go right into his mouth. I fucked his throat while he ran his hands over my already sweaty chest and belly. Then he’d reach around the small of my back and pull me towards him, keeping the head of my dick in his throat for a long time. The PA didn’t seem to bother him at all.

He flipped over onto his stomach with my dick still in his mouth! That’s when I saw the ass. The picture in his profile was nice but it could easily have been someone else. His butt was beautiful, not very big but perfect for its size with the slightest bit of dark hair. I almost forgot he was sucking my dick! Almost.

He changed position again, on his back with his head on a pillow, and he motioned for me to lie on top of him. Umm…no problem! We kissed in a way I can only describe as violent as he ran his hands over every part of my torso. I spit into his mouth. My hard dick was pressing against his hole. Then he used his knuckles to press deep into the muscles of my back, moving his hands slowly up and down with each press. He was massaging me! It felt so good I collapsed on top of him. He continued. We could have stopped here and it still would have been worth writing about. But we didn’t.

He suggested we move to the living room. Actually, he said, “Let me get in the sling and you can put that cock in my hole.” There was nothing I wanted to do more ever in my life. We got up and I finally got to see the whole package, naked and in motion, from the front and the back. He was sheer beauty. I’m not exaggerating. He hopped into the sling and was, of course, perfectly positioned without having to adjust himself. (Maybe he’s a former member of some Pacific Rim gymnastics team or something. Or a robot.)

I wanted to make sure I felt everything so I didn’t use much lube. He was tight so I entered him really slowly with the PA on the side of the head so he’d feel the bumps. (Usually I try to put it in first.) He felt them and moaned—just the reaction I was hoping for. I slid all the way in and held it there for a minute. Then I started slowly pulling all the way out and pushing all the way in. I did my usual thing of pausing to feel the hair on his hole to scratch the head of my cock and then plunging in hard. He looked me straight in the eyes the entire time. He adjusted himself and used his legs to pull me close and pushing his ass into my groin. I was about ready to shoot but I didn't want to let go yet. This felt too good.

When he let go I pulled out for a second. He was dripping. I put my dick back into his hole and started pounding hard, making sure I pulled out enough for his hole to stimulate the head of my cock. I slammed his hole hard until I was ready to shoot. It took a while and it was really torturing me but i finally shot what felt like a giant load. He squeezed the last drops out of me and pulled me close again with his legs. As he ground his ass against me I bent over to kiss him and he began massaging me again! His knuckles felt amazing in my knotted muscle.

I pulled out and began some serious ass play. I managed four fingers of both hands at once but he resisted one whole hand. I wasn’t sure how far to push him and he didn't ask me to stop but I did. We kept at it for a long time and I got him nice and stretched, though. When I was massaging his prostate with four fingers he moaned and said “Daddy, I have to piss.” I told him to let it go and I aimed the stream from his uncut dick to cover his muscular stomach and chest. I scooped some up to refresh the lube, too.

Then he stood up from the sling and pushed me back towards the sofa. I sat, he kneeled. I was already half hard and he got me almost painfully stiff in a couple of strokes. He looked straight into my eyes while he licked my balls and I stroked the hair on his chin. He worked hard on my dick, again, getting me really stiff and really wet. Once more he held the head with the PA in his throat with no effort.

He hopped up on the sofa, facing me, and sat on my cock, again grinding into me, getting me as far inside him as we could. I grabbed him by his lats and started thrusting as we kissed some more. I shot again into his ass and he squeezed his hole really tight as he lifted himself from me. He licked me clean and we were done.

I’m listening to “A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me” from From Under the Cork Tree by Fall Out Boy.

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June 16, 2007

Million-Dollar Hands

I shot a Hot Desert Knights video in New Orleans about two and a half years ago. I wrote about it here and here. It’s finally been released as “Pig Holes #1: Incredible Fuk’n Holes.” (Hey, don’t blame me!) At best I have mixed feelings about it but I am kinda proud. I remember thinking I looked really fat in the stills I saw and I’ve never seen any of the actual footage or the final movie. Anyway, of the nine shots they use in the promo, three of them feature My Million-Dollar Hands doing what they do best. That’s the side of my head in the second shot. I know, big fucking deal.

Now where did I put that Lloyd’s of London insurance policy??

I’m listening to “Orangutango” from Dr. Heckle and Mr. Jive by Pigbag.

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May 21, 2007

Boner

I played again last weekend with French muscle guy Joe and, for the first time, a third, Mark. (That’s not his name. We’ve played before.) I took the train to Malvern because that’s as far as it goes on weekends and they picked me up there. I really had to rush to make the train and I forgot almost everything I usually bring: Viagra, Xanax, etc. I wasn’t sure if I’d need either of them but I try to be prepared for anything. (I didn’t even have time to pick up a cup of coffee.) I mentioned that I had forgotten them when we were on our way to Mark’s place to pick up something he forgot and he said he had Caverject which I’ve wanted to try and, if I stayed over with him, he had Xanax he could share. Nice. As if I needed a bribe!

We finally got to the McMansion. Since they had played a bit before I arrived everything was already prepared. We got right down to business. Mark said he didn’t think I’d need any chemical help getting an erection and started sucking my dick. He was right. I got hard right away and got to work fucking Joe on the massage table. It was as uncomfortable as usual but I did blow a load in his ass.

We were following the usual scenario so it was time to fist him. Since I’ve gotten both fists into him a few times now, he wanted to try three. Naturally. It took a couple of tries. I put in my right hand, and slid in the left in an offset palm-to-palm move. Then I pushed against the sides of his hole, making a space between for mark to insert his hand. He got in up to the knuckles before Joe’s incredibly strong ass muscles forced both of us out. Progress not perfection, as they say. Besides, both Mark and I were sliding across the greasy floor because his muscles are so strong. He has mirrors set up just-so in the bathroom where we play so he can be on his hands and knees and still see what’s going on. From his angle it looked like more of Mark’s hand got inside him than actually did. We didn’t ruin his illusion.

It’s usually around this time in the script that I start to get tired and cranky and lose my erection. And like clockwork…

Joe took a break and Mark got out the Caverject. Each pen can inject 5, 10, 15, or 20 mg of the stuff. If less than the full 20 is used, the rest has to be discarded. We used it all. You know, waste not want not and all. It worked almost instantly. Mark sucked my dick but I really don’t think any fluffing was necessary. Amazing.

We got started again. Joe leaned over the massage table. I got up on the jacuzzi step and fucked him again, unfortunately not ejaculating this time. [Insert third paragraph above here. Lather, rinse, repeat.]

Then it happened. My dick was so hard that it hurt. A lot. Really a lot. It was very red. It slowly got worse, so bad that I couldn’t distract myself by fucking or anything. I was sort of hopping around because I was so uncomfortable. Actually, there was no “sort of.” I was just hopping. I thought I would relax by going outside on the deck and smoking a cigarette so I went downstairs. All the doors were locked, increasing my anxiety. I managed a few puffs in the garage but it didn’t help.

Back upstairs, Mark said that ejaculating would make the erection subside but the thought of touching my cock made me wince. By the way, all this time Joe stayed on all fours on the massage table waiting for the “action” to continue. I guess I could say he was really “focused” but it was probably the G…or the K…or total self-involvement. Maybe all three.

Just as I was resigning myself to a trip to the Emergency Room, I thought of something. I remembered that Mark had a tiny bit of crystal meth left from before he gave it up. Eureka! Nothing makes a hard on disappear faster than crystal!

Mark was even nice enough to prepare the pipe for me. I was really careful. I made sure I smoked enough to ease the pain but not destroy my erection completely. I also didn’t want to be up all night, especially if I wasn’t gonna be at home. Luckily, it wasn’t very strong so I had some wiggle room. I’d do a couple of small hits and wait, a couple more, wait some more. I amused myself by hanging heavy things on my dick. The wet bath towel was particularly impressive. After about three minutes I felt sweet relief.

I wanted to rest but Joe was still, believe it or not, on all-fours on the table. One more identical session followed. Then Joe moved to the bed and fell asleep. Mark and I got into his car and drove to his house.

He wanted to go down to the playroom and continue with some intense pig play. He posed it as an equal choice between vanilla in the bedroom or kink in the basement but I knew he really wanted. I was wide awake but I just didn’t have the energy for that, despite smoking crystal. It had been a stressful night. So we kissed and sucked and spit and licked for an hour or so. It was fine and just what I needed. He shot a big load and I licked it off of his hair tummy. I think he was disappointed. I wasn’t. It can’t be perfect every time, I guess. We took our sleeping pills and went to sleep.

I’m listening to “Don't Let Me Down” from Fraser & Debolt with Ian Guenther by Fraser & Debolt.

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May 5, 2007

My new profession

From The Multi-Orgasmic Man: Sexual Secrets Every Man Should Know by Master Mantak Chia and Doug Arava. ebooks.com recommends these books on “the same subject:” He's Just Not That Into You and Why Men Marry Bitches! Oh, really?

I’m listening to Sofia Gubaidulina’s “Quartet for Strings No. 4” from Kronos Quartet-25 Years by Kronos Quartet.

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Profile pic of the week

I’m speechless. I really hope this isn’t their home.

I’m listening to “The Whole Point of No Return” from Shleep by Robert Wyatt.

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April 26, 2007

-6°

I’ve been trying to figure out how to write this without it seeming too confusing and without anyone besides myself being identifiable to the reader. Those two things just might be mutually exclusive. Of course, there’s the even more likely possibility that people will read it and say, “Big fucking deal. Who cares?”

A couple of years ago, pre-blog, I arranged to meet a guy at Club Body Center on a weekday afternoon (Man A). We had a great time after nearly missing each other even though our rooms were adjacent! About a year later I ended up moving back to Philly permanently and we got together a few more times. On our two most recent encounters, in my 41st St. apartment and again at the baths, a buddy of his joined us (Man B). This guy is really impressively handsome, the kind of guy you remember. I have liked Man B since first meeting him about 15 years before and I was really glad to finally play with him. He said he felt likewise. I was surprised he even remembered me. On both occasions Man A said we were his two favorite tops. I was really complimented by what each man said.

In the meantime, I got together with a guy from Bear411 (Man C). He was a big, solid, sexy guy who was wearing dress khakis and an oxford shirt that were completely fresh-looking and wrinkle-free when he arrived at my place after work. I was amazed. I have never been able to do that. I don’t remember much about the sex except that I fucked him and it was over quickly. I bet I was uncomfortable because he was so much larger than I was but I must have enjoyed myself because I messaged him another time saying I’d like to play again. I don’t remember his exact response but it seemed friendly enough. (Wow. I sound like a White House official at a Senate investigation: “I don’t remember.” “I don’t remember.”) Anyway, I think I got the impression that he was interested in playing again but not that interested. No big deal. I felt the same, kind of.

I have occasion to receive services from a local agency. My contact person there quit and I was assigned an interim person to call if I needed anything. I had to be re-approved for one of their services last month. I called and we had a pleasant conversation about my needs, which are few. I went in the next day and was talking to the guy who dispenses this particular service and he had to call my contact person. I heard his voice coming from down the hall as they spoke on the phone. A few minutes later I turned around and saw Man C come out of an office and walk directly through a doorway out of the area. I laughed to myself. Coincidences like this happen in Philly all the time. It’s one of the things that makes it seem like such a small town. The incident exited my brain immediately.

The other day I was there again for the same thing. Man C passed me in the hall. I said “Hi” and he nodded. Again, I forgot about it as soon as I left the building. Later in the day I saw Man C online and noticed that he had new pictures. They were nicer than his previous ones and more accurate. The picture of Man C and his partner was particularly interesting. His partner is Man B!! Incredible. If I went out to the bars once in a while maybe this wouldn’t have surprised me so much. I’m sure both of them thought I already knew—if they even discuss such things—but I was once again surprised that everyone in Philadelphia knows everyone else. Looking back I clearly remember A and B talking about C and mentioning his name repeatedly. Doh. On the other hand, why would I make the connection?

Between this and the fact that I’ve been getting very little local response online, I’m starting to think I’ve run out of men here. It might be time to retire or move on, whatever that means.

I’m listening to “Original Love” from Crazy Rhythms by The Feelies.

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April 11, 2007

Tom

OK. Two Fridays ago I got together with a guy from Bear411. His name was Tom, he had nice pictures, even though he had a pet in them, and he looked like a hot man. We had a lot in common sexually. We spoke on the phone a few times and really seemed to click. So far, so good.

He picked me up at the train station in Exton in a bright red Mitsubishi Spider. Nice! His pictures don’t really do him justice as he’s much sexier in person. The house was in a development that I forget the name of and has the cleanest kitchen I’ve ever seen. Really. The stove looks like an iPod with burners.

I apologize in advance to those of you who want this to be hot masturbation material but the details of what we did that night are a bit of a blur right now. If I’d written it sooner it might have been more arousing. Sorry.

Believe me, this was the best sex I’ve had in a really long time. We started making out as soon as we were inside the door. Then we went upstairs and continued without our clothes, moving on to pit-licking, cocksucking and ass-eating. We were instantly comfortable with each other. He’s in great shape and hairy all over. I loved it! I think we stayed in the bedroom for an hour or so. I wasn’t really paying attention to time.

We went down to his half-finished play room and continued for several more hours. Fucking, sucking, kissing, fisting, toys, piss, spit…you name it, we did it. When Tom wasn’t in the sling we were on a PVC covered mattress on the floor, making out and watching porn projected on a huge screen. We had a blast. The entire time we took no real breaks. It was pretty much non-stop fun. I think we finished when he started to piss on me and I knelt down to drink it. There was way too much for me to swallow and I ended up soaked with it.

We laid down on the floor and talked a bit. That’s when he told me that we already knew each other. He was my doctor 20 years ago!! I couldn’t fucking believe it! He looked so different. I wanted to have sex with him back then but he is much hotter now. As it turns out, the feeling was mutual. I was shocked. He said he had some inkling when I called him and my name showed up on his phone but he was certain when I got off the train. I wasn’t even pissed that he didn’t tell me until we were done. I was just happy all around. Damn.

I was even comfortable sleeping with him which is really unusual. He took me to the train the next morning.

We spoke on the phone a few times during the week and got together again the following Saturday night and things were just as good. We spent Sunday lying on the sofa watching movies on TV and then we went to dinner. (I know. “Who the hell is writing this and what have you done with Frank?!?!?!”)

On the phone again this week we tentatively talked about “dating.” He said earlier in the week that there was something he wanted to talk to me about. I mentioned wanting to see him outside of a purely sexual context and he said that’s what he had wanted to talk about. We both agreed that it’s something we should discuss in person. We won't be able to get together again for about a week which gives us both some time to think about it.

Well, that’s that. Shocking, I know.

I’m listening to “Driving Wheel” from Truth Decay by T-Bone Burnett.

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April 9, 2007

Grand Opening

I went to the Sansom St. Gym again two Saturdays ago. It was their “official” Grand Opening. In other words, they had placed full-page ads that week’s editions of HX Philadelphia and the PGN. They advertised food, half-price memberships and rooms from 6P until 12M and “entertainment.”

I arrived at 10:30PM and they gave me a room on the third floor. It was awful, unfinished with the walls only primed so it stank of paint, no TV on the TV shelf and the very last room of a dead end hallway. Worst of all, there was a fluorescent fixture on the ceiling directly above the cubicle that could not be turned off. It was as bright as an goddamned OR. I went back to the desk and asked if they had something less bright. There was only one other room available, on the second floor, and it had the same problem. They offered me a locker until a better room opened up. They were very apologetic and polite and said the second and third floors weren't really ready but they were so overwhelmed with customers that they felt they had to open them. Fair enough. They gave me a coupon for $5 off a subsequent visit. There wasn’t a vacancy scheduled until 1:30AM but I only had to wait for a half an hour until something on the first floor opened up.

In the meantime, I checked out the food and entertainment. There were hoagie slices, chips, pretzels, crudités, salsa, dip, soda and a duo of “dancers.” I was hungry so I ate some hoagie. Eh.

The entertainment was something else. In one of the video lounges Carlos and Tally, pictured here (l-r), danced listlessly on the carpeted platforms. Tally’s card says he specializes in “Massages, Private Shows, Bachelor & Bachelorette Parties.” In other words, he’s a prostitute. I think it’s a perfectly fine profession but I couldn’t help thinking of him as Tally Ho.

They were hot but also young and hairless which doesn’t do much for me. YMMV. I knew they were hos even before I found Tally’s card on the hoagie table because they let just about anyone touch them and suck their dicks. I hope they were paid well for that. Thanks to the miracle of pharmacology their impressive equipment was at least semi-hard all night.

Now that the place finally had a good size crowd, there were a lot of sullen, bored and angry-looking guys standing around not having sex and acting like they’d rather be anywhere else in the world but here now—typical modern bathhouse denizens. Do similar guys find that attitude hot? Judging by the almost nonexistent amount of sex I saw happening that night, I’d say no. The place was sold out and I saw lots of closed doors but the sounds and smells of sex just weren’t apparent. My cubicle was no exception for most of the night.

At this point, two weeks later, I can only really remember one sexual encounter and not in much detail, although I had others.

The guy in the next room was a red-headed bear lying face-down on his cot exposing his his hairy ass. There were some large toys and several kinds of lube on the table. I went in and began fingering his hole. He turned to his side and sucked my dick for a while. He was very good at it. I pulled my cock out, reached down to his hole again and we kissed. He positioned himself for easier access to his hole and I sat on the bed. Slowly I managed to get my entire hand into him. Before I pulled completely out he turned over and I inserted my dick and fucked his hole with four fingers still inside him. My favorite! Then we used all of the toys from the smallest to the largest. The biggest one was a sizable black butt-plug with a heavy base. After finally getting it in with lots of steady pressure and lots of poppers I let him get comfortable a few seconds before starting to punch the base. He groaned with every punch. We kissed some more and then I left him with the plug still inserted.

I really wish, especially considering the number of men in the club that night, that it was more memorable. Sadly, it wasn’t.

I’m listening to “John The Revelator” from For Mash Get Smashed by The Who Boys.

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April 8, 2007

Corrected!

Maybe someone is paying attention after all! And, god bless ’em, they even used a real apostrophe. Here’s the original.

I’m listening to “Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others” from The Queen Is Dead by The Smiths.

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April 3, 2007

Mangina Dentata

From the Handball List:

I love J Lube for fisting. But the stuff's just too slippery for me. My hand often just slides right out. I've found that adding Poligrip or any other denture adhesive will reduce that annoying over slipperiness and keep my hand inside a guy's love chute where it will do the most good.

I’m listening to “William, It Was Really Nothing” from Hatful of Hollow by The Smiths.

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March 19, 2007

Cub baths

I went to the Sansom St. Gym the second Saturday they were open and there were about twice as many men as the first weekend. Last Saturday, the third weekend, the numbers about doubled again, as did the quality of the men. They advertised for the first time this past Friday in the Philadelphia Gay News, so things are looking up.

I arrived at 10:30PM Saturday night. I asked for a particular room, next to the porn lounges, that I knew was just a bit larger than the others and, luckily, it was available. I posted a picture here. It’s huge by bathhouse standards. The TV is just visible in the upper right. It had an electrical outlet, too, but, unfortunately, there is no WiFi yet and no open network to leech from. I brought a couple of porn films to pop into the PowerBook so I didn’t have to depend on the twink extravaganza they were showing to get me hard. The walls of the rooms in this section are black which is better than the white they use in the rest of the place.

I have to talk about the music. I’ve been to this place three times now. Apparently they only have one CD! It’s a good one if you like techno remixes but it really gets tiresome after seven hours. Most places I’ve been to lately have Sirius which I think works well in a bathhouse. Most of the time I tune the music out when I’m having sex because it distracts me but if I hear David Bowie singing China Girl with samples from Mommie Dearest one more fucking time, I’m gonna start shooting. No jury will convict me. “Three hundred dollar dress!!” “Three hundred dollar dress!!” “Three hundred dollar dress!!”…

(I remember an exceptional night upstairs at The Phoenix. I was fucking a guy and holding on to something above my head with both hands. His boyfriend was kissing me and talking filth and there were guys on my pits and nipples. The DJ was playing a remix of Crystal by New Order that I hadn’t heard yet. I swear the looped vocal, "Keep it comin’, Keep it comin’, Keep it comin’…” went on for half an hour. It was heavenly and, in this case, really enhanced the sex. I go back there every time I listen to the song. The smell of Tide gives me a woody, too, but that’s a story for another day.)

I had to take a shower as soon as I got there because I stank to high heaven—even too much for me to tolerate. I brought my own soap but they now put a teeny bar of soap on the towel next to the condom. Shower curtains have been installed but not in the stall with the shower shot.

On my way back to my room I walked through one of the video lounges and passed a really hairy older guy with a beard. We had played the week before. He is not the most attractive man but a great cocksucker and kisser. He proved the first to me last week and much more followed. He groped me as I walked by and I stopped, dropping my towel on one of the platforms. He stroked my dick and his mouth got started on one of my nipples. He remembered exactly what I liked. I suggested that we go to my room where I would be more comfortable. I’ll put up with a certain amount of discomfort if there’s an audience but the lounge was empty. Back in my room I reclined on my back and he got right between my legs and started sucking. He even remembered to lick my balls while he stroked me. Nice. I knew that having an orgasm tonight was going to be a bit of a struggle and I didn't want to waste one this early so, after about a half hour, I told him I needed to take a break. He moved up to give me a kiss and said, “I want to get some more of this later,” and gave me a peck on the pecker.

He shut the door behind him. I watched porn for a while and ate the glazed Wawa donut I brought with me. Then I went upstairs to watch HBO for a while. They were showing Return of the Jedi but I couldn’t pay attention to it. Sitting in one of the wing back chairs
was one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen. He was an incredibly muscular, handsome, hairy-chested, black man with a full beard, wearing only a wool cap and a towel. One hand rested on his dick through the towel and the other teased his nipple. He knew I was looking at him and I could tell it got him off. A skinny white guy came up and half knelt beside his chair, talking. All I could catch was someone saying “Harrison Ford.” I thought they were friends until I noticed the white guy touching the other one’s nipple and the black man brushing it off, several times in a row. Then the white guy left and I never saw him again. The black man stood up and walked past me, out of the room, giving me a glance as he passed. I waited a nanosecond or two so I wouldn’t seem too eager and headed towards the stairs. I passed him at the doorway and said, “You are one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen.” He smiled and moved out of my way. Then he began doing some stretching for my benefit which made me feel a little woozy so I went back to my room, grabbing a cup of coffee on the way.

I finished the coffee and made another circuit of the place. I passed a black guy lying face down on his bed with a pillow propping up his beautiful ass. I took a quick look around the room and saw there was no lube. I went to my cubicle and grabbed mine. I squeezed some onto my fingers and felt in the crack for his hole. He said, “Close the door,” without turning around. I did. Then I climbed onto the bed and mounted him. “Oooh, easy,” he said as I tried to enter his hole. I slowed down and eased into his hairy hole. Nice and tight. He moved around a lot but it still felt great. He asked me to open the door and, when I pulled out I noticed he wasn’t completely clean. It wasn’t bad at all but I wasn’t going in there again now.

As I passed through the coffee area on my way up to the bathroom I saw the muscular black man sitting at one of the tables. He smiled at me as I passed. I took the world’s fastest shower and went back downstairs. I passed him again, hoping I didn’t act too much like Miss America or anything as I was coming down the stairs, but he didn’t even glance my way. I stood in the door of my room with an erection for a while and he stared and stared. Still nothing. OK. I give up.

While I was standing there a younger bearish guy with a jet-black, perfectly-trimmed short beard checked in two doors down. Very handsome. He smiled and asked me where the bathroom was and I told him. He went into his room, came out in his towel and went upstairs.

I shut my door took a little break before deciding to walk around again. In the lounge there was a group on one of the carpeted platforms. The center of attention was the black man who I fucked earlier. Someone was fingering his hole and he was stoking a third. I knelt over his mouth and he began sucking my dick, and very well. He sat up and reversed his position, pushing his hole against my dick. It went in more easily this time and he was totally clean but I couldn’t get comfortable. He suggested we go to his room. We left the door open.

Finally, some good fucking! I used my legs to spread his apart so I could get in nice and deep. He adjusted himself so he could back onto me, meeting every thrust. Finally I pushed him flat onto the mattress and pounded as hard as I could, as long as I could. I didn’t want to shoot yet and I stopped just in time. When I turned around to leave, I saw there was a a small crowd watching us. Just what I like.

Back in the video lounge the cub to whom I had given bathroom directions was sitting on a bench getting sucked of by the bearded guy who blew me earlier. (Damn, I can’t stand using the word cub but…) I walked up to them and started playing with the cub’s nipples, eventually rubbing his neck and the back of his head. I kissed him. He leaned forward and started sucking the cock of a muscular guy who was standing on top of a platform in front of him. That guy reached down to play with my nipples and kiss me. The cub stood up and started fucking the bearded man. The beaded guy leaned onto me and sucked my dick while the cub pumped his ass. The cub held on with one hand and massaged my nipple with the other, constantly keeping eye contact with me. He stopped fucking and stooped between the other two of us, rubbing his beard on our chests and licking our nipples. He asked me if I wanted to get fucked. I said, “No.” After a few minutes he left. I shot my load into the bearded man’s mouth. I had been erect nearly constantly for four hours and he got a lot of jism.

More coffee and back to my room again. The cub came in, pretending he thought it was just another dark room. We made out a little. Since I had just shot a big load and needed to recharge, I sucked his dick and, at his request, licked his balls. He moaned and talked dirty about bare fucking and what I liked to do and watch while I sucked him and rubbed his hairy belly. I made it clear that I’d like to fuck him and he didn’t object. He really liked it when I licked the crease between his thigh and his balls and when I rubbed my goatee on them. His cock was not so bog but the head fit nicely into my throat without choking me. It was a pleasure to suck. He stopped me before he shot.

Then he asked if I wanted to eat and finger his ass while he fucked a big bear. Of course I did! So we went over to the guy’s room. This isn’t someone I would have played with on my own, good-looking for his type but just too big for me. He asked us to close the door and I did. The cub got on top of him and rubbed his cock in the bear’s crack. As far as I could tell he never actually fucked him. I have to say the cub’s ass was beautiful. It had a nice coating of fine hair with heavier, more wiry hair around the hole. It was beefy, too, though he was far from heavy. I did the best I could with my tongue but I just couldn’t get in very close with him in that position. I had better luck with my fingers. With my finger inside him, he seemed more satisfied that I’d seem him all night. He backed on and off of my hand while he was fucking the bear’s crack, moaning and arching his back with pleasure. I met every thrust with one of my own, eventually getting two fingers inside him. The bear wanted to stop and the cub shot onto his crack. As he dismounted I saw that the bear was someone I know in a more professional capacity. We both smiled.

Busy night, huh?

I went back to my room, this time figuring it was late enough that no one else would be coming in. I was right about that but the cub came back again. I was looking at filthy pictures on my laptop and he commented that we liked the same kind of men. I said I had 22,000 pictures so he’d better make himself comfortable! There was more making out, sucking and nipple play and he paid a lot more attention to my dick. Finally, he shot while I had both of his balls in my mouth. He said he thought that was about it for the night.

Before he left he told me that I had a “beautiful Daddy face” and that I knew how to please. He’s young and I took the compliments as they were intended. I didn’t bother telling him that I could please him in other ways entirely or that he was lucky to find me in such a versatile mood. I let him enjoy his night as a top. He’s really adorable but really needs the practice, too.

He left the room. I went upstairs to the HBO room and got distracted by a Wanda Sykes special. When I went back to my room, his was empty. I made one last stroll through the place and, finding nothing interesting, I got dressed and went home. I had been there for seven hours!

I’m listening to “You Are My Face” from Blue Sky Blue by Wilco on Phawker Radio.

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March 10, 2007

Slapstick

From a Yahoo Group I belong to:

Slapstick dude here into comical humiliation Mainly trousers falling down like into the old slapstick movies Into dressing up as a cop and whoosh down they fall blushing while someone laughs at my boxer shorts with hearts or polka dots I always have a fat cigar in my mouth hahah

Pantsing also is a favorite method of trousers humiliation love clever ways to detrouser this big dumb jackass cop a cigar cut my belt as I light up huh unaware I am being stooged or a hook to the seat of pants is fun to

All sorts of pranks are my fetish itching powder in the shorts, glue on a chair to toilet seat pies or eggs in the seat of my trousers exploding cigars whoopee cushions and of course pants dropping

Am only into these scenarios don't message me if you want some daddy to service or worship I am a daddy to stooge... make a clown buffoon out of! Not service not into pies in the face per says sometime but not often… mainly I like being the stooge not really into stooging back

You into it and want a big daddy to stooge instant message me or email me on yahoo messenger into web cam but only if you have web cam and on yahoo

Would be great to meet others into

Also into smoking big cigars the juxtaposition is hilarious 6ft7 34

I’m listening to “Being Sucked In Again” from Chairs Missing by Wire.

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March 4, 2007

The new baths

The Sansom Street Gym, 2020 Sansom St., is exactly the kind of bathhouse that Philly needs. It’s clean, spacious, inexpensive and well-equipped and the staff is actually friendly and helpful! Of course they’ve only been open three days. Things could change but I’m optimistic.

I went last night, Saturday, around midnight. They haven’t advertised at all yet, other than the job application flyer at The Adonis, so the place was really empty. I’d say a dozen customers total in the seven hours I was there. I’ve had worse nights in more popular bathhouses, though not on a Saturday night, so it didn't bother me too much.

That’s the entrance in the picture, the right-hand door. It’s frosted glass so no one from outside can see you while you register. The front desk is a low counter on the left with the cash register in plain sight, on top. (This set-up seems really optimistic to me. I bet the staff will be behind Chinese take-out bullet-proof glass before long.) There’s a display case on the right with a good selection lube, a few brands of video-head cleaner, several different kinds of cockrings and some Damron guides. The usual laminated rules and regulations printout is on the wall. It’s the standard stuff, except instead of saying in which areas you must be clothed, it says “clothing is only allowed in the changing area.” That's a refreshing change. At Club Body Center there are men walking the halls fully-clothed all the time which is pretty annoying.

A three-month membership is $20, $9 for a day pass. I forget how much they charge for lockers and rooms are only $23 for twelve hours with in-and-out privileges! A real bargain. There is no Wi-Fi yet but it is on the to-do list which they actually showed me. They seem very proud of the place, as they should be!

The floor inside is a dirt-hiding speckled black linoleum tile. The walls are white, the woodwork and doors blue. The light fixtures are hideous gold Home Depot standard issue. I think some parts of the place are too bright. In fact the overall lighting level could come down a bit on the first floor.

My room was a great size. It could accomodate six guys without a problem. I saw a few rooms that were bigger, too. There was a towel and a condom on the cot but no pillow. By the way, the towel was a normal size, in other words, not so small that anyone with a waist over 29" needs to constantly be holding it up. Every room has a TV playing porn! The entire surface of one of the small walls and part of another was mirrored.

There is no bathroom or water fountain on the first floor, which is where all the rooms are! This is a shocking oversight as well as a pain in the ass. Bring an empty Gatorade bottle or something to piss into.

The halls are maze-like, which is fine, but I couldn’t figure out an efficient way to make a complete circuit. I’m sure that will come to me in time. (Maybe I can Google map it!) There are two large video/group areas adjacent to each other with carpeted platforms and bleachers. Nice. There is an area with tables and chairs, fresh coffee-service coffee, a sink and an empty vending machine which they apologized for several times. When it’s full, it will have snacks and beverages. (Coke ZERO, please!)

Throughout the building are about a dozen eight foot-tall brass palm trees with sharp edges. Weird.

Up some Wide and sturdy metal stairs, on the second floor, there are hundreds of lockers in several rooms; individual showers and two small saunas, wet and dry. One shower has a shower-shot hose attached but no door or shower curtain. (PLEASE, bring your own nozzle!) There are four toilets and one urinal. This is probably all unchanged from the building’s most recent incarnation as the World Gym. Lastly there is a room with some wing back chairs and a TV (which could be bigger) showing HBO.

There seems to be a mezzanine of some sort and at least one more floor but they are not open yet. They will be. The paperwork says "baths and gym," so who knows what will be up there? As far as I’m concerned they can put the gym equipment in eternal storage or sell it on eBay and buy nicer lighting but some guys like it.

Did I have sex? Yes, I did. There were only two guys I had any interest in. One of them obviously did not feel the same about me. I have played with the other guy before and liked him a lot. We hung out in my room, played some and whacked off to porn for a couple of hours. It was fun and more than I expected when I realized how empty the place was.

I left around 7:30 AM. Check-out is so easy it barely exists. I threw my sheet and towel into a basket, my key on the desk and went on my way. There is no tip jar! Yet. On the way out I was visually assaulted by a giant bust (above, left), in an alcove, looking oddly towards the front door.

Aside from the few complaints I’ve already mentioned, I love the place! The only other thing it needs is customers! It’s a really nice facility, so maybe some of the guys who complain about the sleaziness and filth of The Adonis and Club Body Center will come out. I sure hope so.

I’m listening to “The Robots (Die Roboter)” by Bacalao from 8-Bit Operators-Performed On Vintage 8-Bit Video Game Systems.

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February 28, 2007

The Adonis

Saturday was not a great night at The Adonis. It’s been so cold that I haven’t been able to leave the house much so I thought I’d take advantage of temperatures only slightly below freezing and go out for a while.

There were less than a dozen men in the basement when I arrived at 11:30 and none of them appeared to be having sex. I relaxed for a while, letting my eyes adjust to the dark. Eventually, most of them men ended up in the darkest area, where I was, and something seemed to be happening.

Wen I got closer, I saw a big guy, over six feet, really well-built, hairy and handsome, bending over and taking a hit of poppers. Apparently he was trying to back onto someone’s dick because a guy behind him was saying, “No, let me do it.” I moved closer, felt his furry chest and tweaked his nipples. He rested his head on my shoulder. I kissed his neck and stroked his head. He reached down and started stroking my dick with his lubed hand, getting it hard. Then he turned around and bent over even more, even bending his knees some more to position his hole right in front of my cock. (Amazing for such a big man.) His hole was already wet so I slid right in. Nice. Not too tight and enough friction to keep me nice and hard. Suddenly the dark space seemed crowded as people moved in to see. Holding onto his hips, I pumped his hole hard and fast at first for as long as I could. Then I slowed almost to a stop and he ground his ass against me, trying to get my dick in as deep as he could.

I started pumping again, this time more slowly. Sometimes I’d pull all the way out and I could feel my P.A. against his hole on the way back in. He was rocking back and forth meeting every thrust. I started to moan because I wanted to shoot so badly and I knew it was going to take some work. Some men moved in to help, one cradling my balls and another with his mouth on my nipple. That did it. I don’t even know what kind of noises I made when I shot into his ass, I just remember gasping for air. He began grinding again, stirring it up. I needed a break so I pulled out. I could smell other men’s cum.

I leaned back against a wall, looking down the row of booths, just staring out into the air for a while. There is a little more light in this part of the back room but faces are still sometimes hard to see. Guys wandered around aimlessly. At one point I was startled because it looked like a dozen or so men were coming towards me in the darkness like so many of the living dead. I went upstairs to the new room to use the bathroom.

There was a bearish man on his knees (in white pants!) sucking off another big hairy guy sitting on a bench. I stood behind the bench and took out my dick. The man getting the blow job started stroking me. I started to play with his nipples. He moaned and leaned his head back to look into my eyes. I began kissing him and I could tell he was getting close to shooting. He raised his head so he could watch himself ejaculate and I continued massaging his nipples. He shot into the other guy’s mouth. Not a drop was wasted.

After he pulled up his pants and left, I pulled mine down and sat on the bench. By this time the guy was sitting next to me. I sat there for about 15 minutes while he sucked me and stroked me, getting me to the edge and slowing down, talking about what a good cocksucker he was and how he learned to love being a bottom. I was almost sure I wasn’t going to shoot again and I was getting frustrated so I went back downstairs.

As I was going into the back room, a really hot man with a red hankie in his right pocket was coming out to use the bathroom. I made sure my red hankie was visible in my left pocket and stayed where I was until he returned. As he passed, he turned to me and nodded, smiling. That was that. Whenever I saw him later he was getting his dick sucked. Oh well.

Other than him there was no one I was interested in. A few guys came over and started to play with me but I couldn’t get into it. I retired to the room at the bottom of the stairs where nothing much happens and sat down.

The man who was sucking me upstairs came down and sat next to me to “chat.” Oh great. I can’t stand listening to people chat in a place like this so you can imagine how I felt about it. It’s really not conducive to getting off. He told me where he lives and how he’s looking for someone who can be a fuck buddy but who he can also hang out with. I wanted to say, “DUDE! You’re wearing white pants at The Adonis!” but I was polite. We talked for about ten minutes and I finally said it was time for me to go. He said he hoped we’d meet again. I said “Great!” but inside I was rolling my eyes. Thank god he didn’t try to leave with me.

I’m listening to “Fiction Romance” from Another Music in a Different Kitchen by Buzzcocks.

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February 27, 2007

The Secret Undergroup Party Club

A private chat with yet another greedy (and paranoid) bottom:

Eagle66bud: hey... evening Daddie... all looks good.. nice profile
HighStrungLoner: thanks
Eagle66bud: sure thing wondering... just my type... u a hung Daddie ?
HighStrungLoner: a little bigger than average, not huge
Eagle66bud: nice
HighStrungLoner: you have a picture to send?
Eagle66bud: sending pic
HighStrungLoner: ok
Eagle66bud: sent... what are u seeking and into ?
HighStrungLoner: NATURALLY MASCULINE MEN/BOYS w/facial & chest HAIR. PITS, NIPS, KISSING, FUCKING, sucking, GROUPS, public sex, UNSHAVED balls & ass, SWEAT, MANSCENTS, BB, ff, ws, verbal/aggressive bottoms, dipping, cigars.
Eagle66bud: wow.... nice open and into mosly all
HighStrungLoner: didn't get pic yet
Eagle66bud: check spam
HighStrungLoner: ok. nice. handsome!
Eagle66bud: thanks... into pleasing tops... can be piggie too
HighStrungLoner: both work for me. where are you?
Eagle66bud: ne here... what kind of public sex ? like to know more about groups ? be to to feast on 3-4 cocks... hangin in my face to suck while you are fucking me
HighStrungLoner: like baths, bookstores, etc
Eagle66bud: sounds hot... pref at least 6-7 or over cock... love to swallow cum :-P oink
HighStrungLoner: that would be me. about 7 probably
Eagle66bud: cool... u into pigging out a bottom ? like to know more about the groups u done
HighStrungLoner: i'm not into getting a group of tops together for a bottom if that's what you're asking
Eagle66bud: not lookin for a big group... tell me more about what you like and have in mind
HighStrungLoner: i like all kinds of things, i don't have a scenario i have to follow. guys online ask me all the time to "bring top buddies." i always say no [NOTE TO READERS: unless they want to bring some other bottoms along, too, so we’re all occupied!]
Eagle66bud: how do the groups come about then ?
HighStrungLoner: i get invited usually
Eagle66bud: gess now hows that any different ? u are just being invited you are less in control of whoes there etc
HighStrungLoner: the hosts usually try to make sure there is a kind of equal number of tops and bottoms. that's different from getting a bunch of tops and one bottom
Eagle66bud: is this a hotel ?
HighStrungLoner: baths, house, apt, hotel.
Eagle66bud: so the word goes out... its so hush hush and controlled beh the whoes who.... ? os the who's supposed to be who...
HighStrungLoner: some guys just have parties regularly, invite guys they get along with
Eagle66bud: its the secret undergroup party club ?
HighStrungLoner: no secret but like any other kind of party they don't put up posters or anything
Eagle66bud: sounds like its riddle with drama ? no. not into the drama and folks making my decisions on who I am to be wirh
HighStrungLoner: this is stupid. you have a good night

I’m listening to “Alcoholiday” from Bandwagonesque by Teenage Fanclub.

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February 25, 2007

New bathhouse!

It opened two days ago, where the World Gym used to be, at 2020 Sansom St., two doors down from The Adonis. There was a flyer up at The Adonis saying a new “Men’s Club” had job openings and I asked the clerk about it. I guess the rumors were true. It’s about fucking time. It’s the same owners as The Adonis so caveat emptor or something. They’re taking job applications which are available at The Adonis if anyone’s interested. I'm going to attempt to get there tonight.

I’m listening to “Strange Fruit (Tricky Remix)” by Billie Holiday from Verve Remixed.

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February 18, 2007

Norman

I went to a fisting party in someone’s apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan last spring. I hadn’t met any of the other guys before I got there and it took me a while to get over my initial nervousness. There was a guy I bonded with pretty quickly and I spent most of my time with him making out, fucking and fisting a bit. He’s from this area and we were going to take the train back to Philly together.

At 5 AM, just as I was pulling my pants on, a guy came up behind me and whispered into my ear, “Don’t you want to stick that dick inside me before you leave?” Of course I did! It was Norman, a thickly hairy bearded man I had really wanted pretty badly to play with all night but we were never unoccupied at the same time. Now we were. I felt a little guilty telling the other guy that I was going to hang around but not that guilty. (He and I have played since.)

Everyone had gone except for the host and his out-of-town guests who were all going to sleep, so Norman and I had the living room sling to ourselves and we ended up playing non-stop for four hours. A teeny bit of partying helped our stamina but I’m not sure it was even necessary. We were very compatible.

We ended up going to a free seminar for hypnosis fetishists at The Center later that morning. We made out on the corner of 14th St and 7th Avenue before I got on the subway. It was a fun day.

We’ve played at least once a month, usually more, since then. I either take the train to his place in N. Jersey or he drives down here. He has quite a bit more experience at kink than I have. (That’s him in the vacuum rack in the picture, dick soft with PA.) Still, we both think it’s worth the trip.

He came over last week. He brought a tray of 9 danish! He usually brings some snacks because he is diabetic and unplugs his insulin pump when we play. But 9 danish! He left me 7 of them! Just what I need. Thanks.

His chest was shaved! I wasn’t real happy about that but it will grow back. He said his chest had never been shaved before and when a guy he was playing with suggested it, he said to go ahead.

We spent about an hour chatting while he made sure he was nice and clean and we got started. We made out some. That gets me hard since he’s so good at it. He’s also a great cocksucker but he doesn’t seem to like doing that very much, dammit. So we got right down to fucking.

I like fucking him on his back because I want to look at his handsome face. He looks right into my eyes and rubs his head and face with his hands when he’s enjoying it. He rubbed his head a lot that night and I fucked him for a long time. Finally he reached up and started playing with my nipples. That did it. I shot into his ass and kept fucking to make sure I didn’t waste any. We rested a few minutes.

One of the things that I like best about playing with Norman is that he doesn’t have a goal as many fisters do. He’s into deep fisting but we never discuss how deep i get. It’s all about pleasure. Oh, and he’s 100% bottom.

He got on his hands and knees and I grabbed the Crisco© and Elbow Grease©. My hand slides into him really easily without his hole feeling loose. It’s really satisfying and comfortable, like is ass is pulling me in. I spent some time using both hands and trying to stretch him but I couldn’t put off getting deep inside him for very long.

I removed my right hand and turned my left had palm-up, then I slowly slid in as far as I could, almost to the elbow. I eased around his tailbone and got my knuckles past his second ring. I stayed there for a few seconds and applied some more lube to my arm. I pushed to get farther inside. He moaned into the pillow and his body started to vibrate. That’s when I know he’s really enjoying it. He says it’s a full-body orgasm. I think I’m jealous of them because everyone I know who has them is a fisting bottom so I don’t see having them my future.

I made a fist inside him and punch fucked his hole without completely pulling out. I held my fist right at his sphincter and rotated it back and forth quickly, making him start to shake again. He gets into a zone and starts to call me “SIR” when he gets that excited. It makes me hard.

Without pausing, I moved to his side a little so I could rest my right arm on the small of his back. Then I pushed as deeply into him as i could and pulled almost all the way out…over and over again. He was vibrating and mumbling and moaning into the pillow, finally saying, “Back out please, Sir.” I did, gently pulling my hand all the way out.

He stayed on his hands and knees while I wiped the lube off his ass and balls. I told him he could relax for a while. We stayed on the bed for a while, talking a little. After a while he played with my dick until it got hard again. I fucked him sideways on the bed before we started fisting again. Two more sessions and I told him he could ejaculate. After four hours we were done for the night.

I’m listening to Oink, Oink Mambo by Chuy Reyes & His Orchestra from “Ultra-Lounge - Mambo Fever.”

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February 6, 2007

Quickie

Once again, I finally got together with someone I’ve been chatting with for over a year. Every once in a while I’d remind him of my interest and he’d always say he was interested, too, but nothing ever happened. Then a couple of Fridays ago he said he would be in Philly the next afternoon. We talked on the phone that night to firm it up and he called again before he left on Saturday. He asked me if I minded if he already had a load in him. Did I mind? That’s rich.

His pics were great, very masculine. He recently posted some newer ones that I don’t like quite as much even though they are more explicit. He still looks good in them, just not as individual.

I met him on the porch and we came right upstairs to my room. (I have housemates here and they are, more or less, strangers so starting in the living room isn’t really a viable option.) He looked just fine, more like the newer pictures.

He said he didn’t have a lot of time and started undressing immediately. As he bent over to take off his pants and shoes I saw his muscular, hairy legs. When he removed his shirt he revealed a beautiful thickly furry chest, something the pictures don’t show very well. Very nice.

He got on his knees and put my soft dick in his mouth even before I had my shirt off. He got me hard quickly and started massaging my balls. He was an impressively good cocksucker. The best I’ve had since I was in Atlanta in October. He said he was having a hard time because of my PA but I sure couldn’t tell. I offered to remove it but he said not to bother because it would feel good in his ass. I would love to have felt his warm mouth for a lot longer but he had other things on his mind.

He stood up and stroked me a few times. “Do you mind doing me doggy?” Hell, no! I don’t mind at all. He got up on the bed and positioned his nicely hairy hole at the perfect height for me. He asked me to take it easy going in. I lubed myself up and put some on my fingers. I got one finger in easily but two was a tight fit. He took a hit of poppers. I put the PA in first to make it easier for him and I slowly eased my dick inside him until he started pushing back on it. Then I knew he was ready.

I put one foot up on the bed in front of his thigh to stop him from sliding away and I began pounding his hole hard. He turned his head around and said, “Is that what you like?” I grunted in the affirmative. I could smell the cum in his ass. It was intoxicating.

I like to pump fuck for a while and then hold the head of my dick right at a man’s hole so I can feel the hair and the pressure on the most sensitive part of my cock then push deep inside. His hole felt fucking great. When I paused there, he asked me if something was wrong which told me instantly what he liked. No problem. I started pounding him again with my arms folded behind my head. Then I grabbed his hips so I could pull completely out and plunge all the way inside again. I could feel the PA bumping against his hole with every stroke. He was groaning.

I heard someone walk past the door on their way to the third floor.

I felt like I could shoot but wanted to keep fucking him for a while. I asked if he wanted me to cum quickly. He let me know it didn’t matter. I began plowing his ass even harder and his torso slammed down flat onto the bed. My body followed him without missing a stroke. I kept fucking while I shot inside him and for a few minutes after. After I pulled out I grabbed some of my load on a finger and gave it to him to taste.

He asked for a towel so he “didn’t go sliding across the car seat on the way home.” He got dressed as quickly as he had gotten undressed. “I guess I’ll find out later if you’re a big cummer or not.” Then he was gone.

It occurred to me afterward that there had been no touching of any other kind. No kissing, nipple-play, nothing. My dick touched his mouth and ass, he fondled my balls and I held onto his hips while I fucked him. I’m not even sure if we shook hands.

Later, as I was going downstairs to fix my dinner, I passed the woman who lives upstairs and she gave me a sly smile.

I’m listening to The Best Is Yet to Come from “The Very Good Years” by Frank Sinatra.

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January 31, 2007

Sphincter

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.

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January 18, 2007

Missing

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!

XOXO

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February 8, 2006

More raping (almost finished)

Sorry this took so long but, as I said before, I was pretty fucking sick there for a while.

Back to the rape.

Once we confirmed that Buffalo was actually going to arrive and that the scene was really going to happen, I went to the Dollar Store to wool caps that would work as ski masks. God knows I didn’t need three wool caps even if the were only a dollar each. I bought a couple of cigars, cut some rope to usable lengths and started packing the stuff we’d need into a bag which got packed and repacked a zillion times before we left for Buffalo’s hotel near the airport.

He said his flight was arriving around 8:30PM and that he would call us as soon as he got to the hotel. We waited… and waited… and waited. We gave up. Then he called at 9:45 from the Philly airport and said his flight had been delayed. The plan was for him to stash a room key-card somewhere we would find it. He’d call again with his room number and the key location after he checked in. Again we waited. I was losing any desire I had to do this ridiculous scene in the first place and I was getting a hunger headache. The boy was still excited even though he was getting hungry, too.

*tumbleweeds* *chirping*

The phone rang at 11:30. “I stopped to get something to eat. You don’t mind, do you?” “ Of course I mind, you selfish, inconsiderate bastard!!  No, that’s OK.” He said the key would be poking out from under the door of his room. We left right away but I made the boy stop at the Wawa so I could get a coffee and a package of Peanut Butter KandyKakes for me and some Advil for him. I popped a Cialis.

We figured out early on that we wouldn't be able to put the ski masks (wool caps from the Dollar Store with eye holes cut in them) on until we were actually in his room, so we wouldn’t get caught on the hotel security cameras and end up in a cage at Gitmo or something. I repacked the bag again during the drive and put the stuff we’d need first on the top. It worked well enough. I had to keep reminding myself whose cap and leather gloves were whose, though. I started to get stage fright.

The Google map was not exactly right (I admit, I died a little inside) and it took us a while to find the place.

We got to his room and the card was indeed sticking out under the door. I grabbed it, took a deep breath and we entered. I closed the door and it was pitch dark! We’d have to leave the door open a crack. The boy noticed the bathroom was next to us and motioned for me to turn on that light so we could shut the front door and not be visible to any passing guests or staff. By this time, less than 30 seconds inside the door, we were noisily and therefore obviously fumbling. The handcuffs alone made a terrible racket. I realized why I’m not a burglar. We put on our masks and gloves and we were ready to roll.

As advertised, Buffalo was lying face down wearing only a jockstrap. It was a beautiful sight but we had work to do. I covered his mouth with one gloved hand and held the back of his head with the other. The boy cuffed his hands behind his back and removed the jock, tossing it to me. The boy was quickly taking off his clothes while the jock got stuffed in Buffalo’s mouth. I took out the third cap and pulled it over his head. It didn’t have eye holes in it. I ordered Buffalo to roll onto his side. I felt like a radiology technician. The boy was told to lie facing Buffalo, in 69 position. I ordered them to suck each other’s dicks, which they did with apparent pleasure.

The plan was to lash them together for some length of time before we got around to the anal rape part of the evening’s entertainment. I grabbed the rope from my bag, the contents of which had spilled all over the floor next to the bed. As I looked at them on the bed I realized there was no way to tie them together in that position without potentially strangling one or both of them. I had to settle for tying Buffalo’s legs together using a lovely but secure Japanese knot that RAMMER had emailed me a diagram of a few weeks before. OK. Now what?

I was tempted to lie on the other bed and watch TV. My lack of interest would have been apparent to anyone looking at my dick which wasn’t the least bit erect.

More later...

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January 1, 2006

Rape

A guy who lives in Buffalo and Charlotte started talking to me a while ago on Bear411. He was pretty hot despite the fact that he was wearing hockey gear in all of his pictures. (The fetish thing is getting really tiresome.) He was going to be spending the night in a hotel by the airport in a few days and asked me if I wanted to get together. I was still doing threesomes with the boy and knew I’d have a ride so I said yes.

It took him a while but he finally said what he really wanted. The details emerged slowly. The final scenario (that word again) was this: He’d leave his room key somewhere I could find it; He’d be lying face-down on the bed wearing only a jock strap; without giving him a specific time I’d come in with as many men as I could gather, each of us wearing ski masks; one of us would cover his mouth with a leather glove and gag him; we’d each fuck him; finally we'd dump him in the bathtub and cover him with piss and cum; we’d leave without showing our faces. Ok. Why the hell not?

As if this wasn’t complicated enough, the boy kept confusing what was clearly a rape scene with a kidnapping scene. I thought that would actually be better. We could just tie him up and cut off his fingers one by one, then sit around watching TV, playing cards, smoking and drinking while we waited for his family to pay the ransom. Just like in the movies.

to be continued…

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December 22, 2005

The Adonis

Just in case anyone was wondering what kind of places I hang out at …

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December 18, 2005

Anonymous sex

Another hook-up from ManHUNT, a youngish muscle clone from Princeton NJ, the kind of guy who is normally not interested in someone like me. He messaged me a couple of weeks ago in the middle of the night and wanted me to meet him at the Club Body Center. I said I was tired but to give me a call when he got into town. He called but it was four hours later! I was asleep.

He called again last Tuesday, asking if I partied which explains the 4 hour trip to Philly. I said rarely and in moderation. He said he could be at my place in 30 minutes. Sure he could. He claimed to be HIV negative but said gets fucked and takes loads from poz guys all the time. He asked me to tell him as I was shooting my dirty load into him. That’s a fantasy I can play without much trouble. Again, I told him to call me when he got into town figuring he wouldn’t, especially if he was doing tina. Damned if he didn’t call 90 minutes later. He was about five blocks away and wanted me to join him at another guy’s place. Fuck no! It was 18° outside, for god’s sake! He said he’d come by in a while and asked me if I was into “anonymous.” I had to ask him to clarify. He told me he’d like to be blindfolded for the whole encounter! Why the hell not?

The doorbell rang about an hour later. I grabbed a scarf, went downstairs and opened the door a crack. “Turn around and face the street.” Then I opened the door all the way and tied the scarf securely around his head. He turned back around and started feeling his way inside. I took his hand and lead him upstairs, speaking only to tell him where the steps were and which way to turn. He was very obedient.

I closed the door behind us and told him to take off his clothes. He did, dropping everything at his feet. Damn! What a beautiful body. His chest was clipped but there was still some nice fur on his incredible pecs. His biceps flexed when he move his hands up to play with his nipples. I had gotten myself hard before he arrived and did my best to maintain it while I waited for him. I was beginning to lose it, though, and told him to suck my dick to get it ready to fuck him. He needed help getting on his knees but he sure found my dick right away. He asked for poppers but I had no idea where they were and didn’t feel like looking for them. He was such a good cocksucker that I can’t imagine poppers would have helped him be any better at it. I got hard again pretty goddam fast. I didn’t want to shoot in his mouth so I told him I was ready to fuck his hole.

”How do you want me, SIR?” I helped him stand up and turned him around. “There is a sofa in front of you. Bend over and brace yourself on it.” After he got his bearings he reached back and spread his hole wide. Nice! He didn’t shave it, either. I grabbed the lube and got my dick nice and slippery. I handed the container to Blindfold Boy. “Thank you, SIR.” “How many loads are already in your hole, pig?” “Only one, SIR.” “Good boy.” “Thank you, SIR.” I could smell the stale jism along with his body odor. It was intoxicating.

He was taller than me and he couldn’t see me but he managed to position his ass at the perfect height. He’s obviously had some experience at this. (If only the men at The Adonis were so considerate!) Even with my PA there was no resistance at all when I pierced his hole. Once I was inside it was warm and more than tight enough and I got even more erect.

I started slowly. I like to feel the hair around a boy’s hole on the head of my dick, so I linger there for a while and plunge in deep every couple of strokes. It’s always a surprise to them. He groaned every time. He squirted some lube on his hand and started stroking. “SIR, you can come as fast or slow as you want.” I was enjoying this and didn’t want it to end too soon. I plowed his ass while holding onto his hips and pulling them towards me, pulling out all the way with every stroke. I put my hands behind my head and only moved my hips. I bent over, almost lying on top of him, feeling his butt hair rubbing against my shaft. He reached around several times to pull me as far inside him as he could, grinding into me. While he was doing that I shot my load. My voice was raspy. “I’m dumping a fucking week’s worth of infected juice in your scum hole, you filthy fucking pig.” “Yes, SIR. Thank you, SIR.” I stayed erect inside him, stirring up my load, making sure not to waste any. Then I pulled out.

I helped him stand up and he began playing with his nipples again. I stood next to him, stroking his cock, fingering his hole and burying my nose in his ripe pits. I gave him a fingerful of the loads in has ass to taste which he savored. Blindfold Boy talked about going to the Tom Cat Bookstore and the Club Body Center and taking more loads. He asked me to come with him but I was way too tired to even think about it.

I turned him away from me and took off his blindfold. He got dressed without looking at me. I let him leave by himself and went down to lock the door after he was gone.

He’s called me twice and IMed me several times in the five days since then to tell me how hot he thought it was and to make sure I’m serious about doing it again. He said he jerks off to it every day. Next time I’ll surprise him and have a couple more men here to seed him. That’ll be fun.

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December 1, 2005

Threesome 2: The Aftermath

I was angry after they left but mostly I was relieved. Every day that passed, though, I felt more and more pissed off.

Was I just jealous? Well, I was a little jealous but not just jealous and not really very much. (When I first met and played with the boy I had quite a crush on him but that passed as time went on and I realized the feelings weren’t mutual. I don't hold on to stuff like that.) Mostly, I think, I was angry because I was ignored in my own apartment. I really believe this is the one of the rudest things anyone has ever done to me.

If we had been somewhere else or I had a larger apartment, I could have discreetly left the building or feigned some kind of bowel disorder or even just gone to another room. My apartment is only one room, though, and there was literally nowhere for me to go besides out and that sure wasn’t gonna happen.

Anyone who could climb out of their own head for a second would have noticed their host was not having a good time and either made an effort to include me or asked me what was wrong or just simply offered to leave, no? Is that expecting too much from a friend? I guess so since I said I was tired at 11:15 and they stayed for two more fucking hours.

At the beginning of the night I let it go because the boy was obviously enjoying himself. Maybe that was a mistake—or just the first of many. By the time I realized how angry I was, I knew I had to keep my mouth shut or I would have started screaming like a demented queen.

I chatted online with the boy about it the next day. He just didn’t seem to get it, though. He blew it off with a laugh and said “I was in love!” I could picture little cartoon hearts and birds flying around his head. I guess this wasn’t really the time to talk to him. I stayed angry another day. And the more I thought about it the more things seemed wrong.

On Wednesday we spoke on the phone. I was more specific about what was bothering me but still wasn’t understanding a thing I was talking about. The boy seemed to think it was OK that I was in physical contact with BLT for maybe ten minutes out of five hours. I was getting really frustrated.

I realized at that point that the boy probably always has/had an agenda. That, in itself, doesn’t really bother me but I sure resent being tossed aside so completely when he sees boyfriend material walk into the room—especially if it’s my room. He’s been pretty honest about using me to snag hot bottoms he’d like to play with but this was really too much.

I told him that, no matter how much he wanted me to be aggressive and verbal, it still doesn’t feel right to me. Consequently, in threesomes he's probably always going to take the lead and get more of what he wants than I will. I suggested that we shouldn’t do them, knowing that this probably meant that we wouldn’t be having sex at all anymore. He agreed without appearing to feel anything. At this point his friendship is more important to me and seems, at least, to be more reliable.

He also said that BLT was “aware” that he was a “sore point” between us. Not really true. BLT is fine and so is the boy. It was their behavior on that one night that bothered me. I knew then that the boy had discussed this whole thing with him. I wasn’t very happy about that either and said so.

We went on to talk about other things but I wasn’t convinced he knew how much he had hurt my feelings and that still bothered me. Another frustrating day.

Thursday morning we had appointments at the same doctor at the same time. We had coffee afterwards and talked again. Talking to him in person seemed to do the trick. I think I got across how rude and selfish both of them had been on Monday. He said he understood. I finally said, “Try to remember that there are three people in a threesome!” I think he got that. But then again, he may just have been saying what I wanted to hear to shut me the fuck up. Who the hell knows?

Anyway, I felt better almost immediately. It still comes up in conversation but we can both joke about it now. I hate this kind of shit. At least with a boyfriend these kind of feelings seem more “legitimate.” With a fuck buddy or friend they can just look like silliness or sour grapes. I thought about it long enough to know that my anger was justified. My friend Margetty, who is certainly no fan of my sexual exploits, even said she thought I showed “remarkable patience.” That helped a lot. Fuck but I hate being an adult sometimes.

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November 29, 2005

Threesome

A guy (I’ll call him BLT.) had been persistently sending me messages on Manhunt. Even though I wasn’t interested, for some reason I had made a note that he wanted to “learn to smoke.” Sunday night, two weeks ago, he sent me a message while I was chatting with the boy. The boy thought BLT was hot. I told him to set up a threesome and give me the scoop. He has to know every detail of what's going to happen when he hooks up and I just like to let things develop, so I let him write the scenario. We agreed to meet here at my place the next night at 7:30. So far, so good.

The boy got to my tiny studio apartment around 7 and filled me in on the details: They would clean each other out and put in butt plugs. BLT would suck us off while we smoked cigars. Then I’d fuck and fist BLT. Simple enough. BLT was late and got here at 8:15. He came in, unpacked his stuff and stripped down to his jock. Good-looking guy, but not what I go for. He had nice stems, though, even if he thought they were too skinny. He was a little chatty which didn’t bother me much. Then he and the boy played with each other’s dicks a bit and kissed. Hmm. The boy and I have never kissed, not even once. He’s said he only kisses people he’s involved with romantically. I let it pass and suggested that they get started cleaning each other out.

We all went into my tiny bathroom. I have absolutely no interest at all in enemas. (In fact, I’m kind of repulsed by them. I don’t even like cleaning myself out.) I stayed until the boy filled BLT’s bowels with water from the shower shot and I managed to escape before he had a chance to expel it. While BLT was on the terlet, the boy came out and was practically jumping with glee. “Isn’t he hot!” he whispered, “Boyfriend material!” He didn’t do much for me, really. I initiated this in the first place because the boy really liked him. I had already turned him down a couple of times.

We went back in and BLT was still sitting on the toilet. The boy and I took turns standing in front of him while he sucked our dicks. (The boy jumped in first, of course.) BLT was really, really good, too. The boy interrupted my blow job by getting into the shower and showing BLT how to insert the hose and run the water to clean him out. I left again. They each took two turns. I sat on the sofa. I could hear the boy telling BLT to hold it in while BLT was groaning. It seemed endless.

Finally, they came back into the living room to insert their butt plugs. Now, this isn’t a favorite of mine but it’s something I can get into. And I tried, too. No such luck. I wasn’t even addressed while they were doing it, even though I was sitting right there next to them.

After this v-e-r-y l-o-n-g process was over, the boy sat next to me and BLT knelt in front of us. Thanks to the miracle of psycho-pharmacology, my dick was still hard. Man, he was a stellar cocksucker. He obviously loved doing it, too. After maybe two minutes, the boy started motioning me to have BLT start on his cock. Damn, boy, give me a minute! I let him suck me for a while longer, then moved him over to the boy. Eventually, the boy told BLT to ride my dick while I sat there smoking a cigar. (Note: This is the boy’s favorite position. I like it but I don’t love it.) The boy blew smoke in BLT’s face and he quickly turned his head away. He also tried sticking a cigar between his lips but BLT said to take it away. (This happened three times over the course of the night.) His hole felt great on my cock for those couple of minutes, despite the distractions. The boy lifted BLT off of my cock even though we both seemed to be enjoying what we were doing. That, I think, is when I just gave up. It was 11:15. I lit up my first cigarette in almost three years

The boy went into the bathroom to take out his plug and I sat with BLT. I told him I was tired and starting to fade. He agreed. The he went to the bathroom and I said the same thing to the boy and told him that BLT said he was tired, too. Nonetheless, when BLT came out of the bathroom, the boy asked him if he wanted to take some more water and maybe try a bigger plug! HE SAID YES!! I was floored. Hey youse guys! My apartment is only one room and I said I was tired!! That means WRAP IT UP!!!

I was so angry that I wasn’t sure I could control myself and not come off like a bitchy, jealous queen so I said nothing. Consequently I, the host of this little debacle, sat on the sofa and stared into space while my guests spent two more hours with enemas and ever-larger butt plugs. I remained calm but inside I was fuming.

It was almost 1:30 when they finished. The boy practically broke his neck getting dressed fast enough so that he and BLT could leave together. I was thrilled to finally walk them to the door and lock it behind them.

I was angry for days. More about that tomorrow.

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November 6, 2005

Perfect for your next fetish party

From an AOL profile:

Hobbies & Interests: guys, sex, sex, cars, and having as much fun as I can also into roleplay, fetishplay, humiliation

Occupation: love servicing Tops w/no recip too truckers, leather, married are all kool too

Personal Quote: i do balloon decorating for work

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November 5, 2005

Muscleman at the baths, Part 2

The Muscleman’s room was down two floors and he was in a hurry. We stopped in the doorway of his room, dropped our towels and started kissing. A bunch of guys cruising the halls stopped and watched. We got into some tit play and he nuzzled my neck before moving his mouth down to my nipples.

We moved inside and closed the door and he sucked my dick. He was very good. His handsome face looking up at me for approval made me even harder. My balls were licked clean. Then back up to my nipples and mouth again. His long, fat, uncut cock was very hard.

He asked me to get the toys from his bag and he got on all fours on the bed. I found two very big dildos and a large butt plug and laid them on a towel. I asked him which on he wanted and he picked the fat single-ended one. I grabbed a handful of Elbow Grease and lubed him up, putting a load of it on the toy, too. His hole was pretty tight. After I got the head in it was slow going. He was inhaling poppers, probably good European ones, too. He kept telling me to push. He was so strong, that, when he pushed back onto it, I had to brace the flat end against my chest and use my whole torso to push forward! Eventually he swallowed it to the molded balls, I fucked him with it for a while. Then he said, “Pull it out and fuck me, Daddee.” (I had to stifle a laugh because of his accent.) He slowly expelled the dildo.

I'm only 5' 4“ and Muscleman was huge. I had to stand behind him on the bed with my knees bent a little to fuck him. He was quite opened up by that time and my dick slid right in. I fucked him really hard for a long, long time. I liked the position after a while. I could lie on top of him, reach around and twist his big nipples. The room was fucking hot, too. I was really sweating. It was dripping off of me onto him and then soaking the bed. Between furious periods of plowing, I would rub my cock head on his hairy hole and then plunge in deep. He sounded like I was punching him in the stomach. Muscleman was really vocal. ”Fuck me, Daddee! Seed my hole!“ And I did. I hadn’t shot a load for a week at least and he got a lot of my dirty cum in his guts. He squeezed hard with his hole to get all of it. I pulled out and he rolled over onto his back. I stuck a couple of fingers in his ass and brought it up to his lips. He licked the cum from my fingers. He cleaned my cock with his mouth and we kissed again, sharing the grease and my load with our tongues.

He bent his knees and used the pillow to raise his hips, showing me he wanted my fist. I removed my ring and greased up again. I started with two fingers and quickly had all four up to the knuckles. Muscleman said to push hard and I did. His hole swallowed my hand to the wrist in an instant. His sphincter was tight on my forearm the whole time as I pushed slowly inside him. His colon felt warm against my hand and with every hit of poppers he did I felt his heart beat. I got two fingers through his second sphincter and pressed on slowly. Then he asked me to pull out quickly. There was a little blood. He was glad that my seed was getting quickly into his bloodstream. We took a very short break. I enjoyed feeling his muscles and beautifully hairy chest. What a fucking beauty he was.

Muscleman repositioned himself on his hands and knees again and said he was ready. I used both hands to stretch his hole wide before I jammed the right one of them back in completely. This time it was easier. I quickly got back in to his second ring. We both pushed hard and I got all five fingers up to the knuckle. It was resistant and I couldn't quite get through. (He must have muscles in there, too!) We were almost there but he had to rest.

It was time to find some other men to fuck this pig.

Bed time...more later.

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November 4, 2005

Muscleman at the baths, Part 1

I recently listed myself on Bear411. The boy said the men were friendly and I figured they’d at least be more likely to be the kind of kind of men I look for than the guys on ManHUNT or M4M4Sex who increasingly tend to be the young and the hairless. I was right and so was the boy.

This incredible man chatted with me the very first night I was logged on to Bear411. I looked around the apartment to make sure there wasn’t someone else there who he was really chatting with! There wasn’t. He said he was interested in meeting Daddy (that’s me) at the baths some night, taking a lot of loads in his ass, including mine, and then having me push them in with my fist. Sure thing! But wait…there’s more! Then I get to pick out and/or approve the other guys who fuck him. He has a particular interest in getting a hand past his second sphincter. Men have picked me out for this a lot, ever since I posted a picture of my arm buried to the shoulder in JoeyFF’s ass. (It’s a pretty spectacular picture. I’ll post it soon. Still, as good as I am at fisting, it was Joey’s talent more than mine that made it happen. And, truth be told, it was ultimately more of an interesting than arousing experience.) The muscleman messaged me again that Friday night and asked if I would meet him at the baths in an hour. I agreed but I said it was doubtful that we’d get rooms at 11:45 on a Friday night. We exchanged mobile numbers so we could figure out what to do if we were roomless. I suggested we could just come here and he thought we should play in the group TV lounge. Hell yeah!

There weren’t any rooms when I got there and I completely forgot to call him. While I was changing in the locker room there was an announcement on the P.A. “Gentlemen, the man you have all ben waiting for has just checked in.” I just knew they had to be talking about him.

I went up to the lounge on the fourth floor, sat on my towel and tried to jerk it to a frustrating porn film. (One of the guys in the movie put out his cigar before he started having sex. How silly.) Within five minutes Muscleman came in, wearing a towel. I swear to god everyone gasped in unison. He was H-U-G-E and beautiful, much bigger and better-looking than his pictures. It was astonishing. He walked right over to me, said “There you are!” and gave me a big kiss! Then he grabbed my arm and said, “Come to my room,” in a French accent! As we left I could feel the other guys in there—not an ugly bunch by any means—staring daggers into my back. As we walked to his room I asked him how he got a room. “I used my charm,” he replied. I bet he did!

I’m really tired now but I promise to finish this tomorrow. It will be worth the wait. Night folks.

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October 9, 2005

Bondage

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.

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September 29, 2005

Protocol

The boy has been busy finding men for he and I to play with. (I think I like having a pimp.) One of them wants to ditch the usual SIR/boy thing and call me BOSS. I’ve been trying to figure out what I should call him. “boy” doesn’t seem quite right for the workplace. I asked my friend RAMMER009, since he’s more experienced in this kind of thing. He replied that if a guy calls me BOSS I should definitely call him Rochester! I thought I would die laughing.

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September 26, 2005

Cigar sex, Part 2

Now where was I?

We switched. The boy knelt in front of me. He put a pair of tit clamps on my nipples and attached another pair to the chain and wound it around my balls. He used his spit to stroke me. With every stroke my nipples got a tug. Nice. The boy asked if SIR could take what he was dishing out. I sure could! We shared more cigar smoke. The boy would open his mouth hopefully every time I took a big puff.

Again the boy hoisted himself up and sat on my cock. He really wanted my load. He was positioned farther back on my legs so my dick was in him kind of sideways. It felt fucking great and I got really close.

We sat next to each other on the couch stroking each other’s dicks with SKOAL spit. The boy would get up every couple of minutes to concentrate on getting me off, playing with my nipples and again talking to me about giving me what I was giving him. “Fuck you, SIR!” he would say while I was fucking his hand. “Fuck me, boy? Fuck you!”

I wanted to fuck the boy’s ass again. I used the cuffs and some dog clips to bind his hands and feet to each other. The boy could just pull with his arms to raise his hairy hole up off the sofa nicely. I couldn’t really get comfortable and was losing my erection trying, so I gave up.

We ended up lying next to each other, in opposite directions on the couch, stroking each other. The boy’s filthy mouth and slick pumping got me rock hard again. Even trying by myself, though, I just couldn’t shoot for him. Damn.

We called it a night. The boy cleaned himself up with just a wet towel, leaving the smell of sweat, dip, and stale cigar smoke on himself for the ride home. I slept with the same stink on me.

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September 24, 2005

Cigar sex, Part 1

Same old story: a guy I’ve been chatting with for a while. Turns out I had this guy, CigarBottom who was sexy, confused with another cigar guy who was not so appealing. Then one night I took another look at his picture and made a date for last Sunday night. He lives in West Chester which is a good hour from here and not somewhere I can get to very easily, so he came here.

Our online chats were full of “SIR” this and “boy” that which I can easily type but I’m not really comfortable with saying that kind of shit out loud. Maybe someday I will be but it ain’t today. I told him in advance that I wasn’t a very vocal SIR and he was cool with it—or said he was anyway. He said he’d arrive with a butt plug inserted and a bag full of stuff including cigars, tit clamps and wrist and ankle cuffs. And so he did. Early.

I wasn’t quite sure how to proceed. I sat on the sofa and ordered him to light a cigar for me. I smoked a little bit and let him take a couple of puffs. Then I told him to get to work sucking my dick while I sucked on my stogie. “Yes, SIR!” He got on his knees in front of me and worked on my cock. He worked on the head for a while and licked my balls and shaft before he started swallowing it whole. He was spectacularly good at it and looked like he was really enjoying himself. So was I. He put his mouth on mine to accept some cigar smoke whenever I told him.

I wanted to see his ass and I told him to stand up, turn around and take off his pants. Of course, the boy did as he was told. He bent over, bracing himself on a chair, giving me a nice view of his beautiful hairy ass. I twisted the butt plug around and he groaned, saying “Thank you, SIR.” I slowly pulled it out and pushed it in again, sometimes just a little, sometimes all the way. I took it out and set it aside. I leaned forward and blew cigar smoke into his hole. I spit on my fingers and rubbed his hole, getting it nice and wet. I rubbed the cigar on it and stuck it in so it stayed there smoking for a while before I removed it.

As ordered he turned around and got on his knees again. He tongued my nipples of a while and we kissed. My pits got a good cleaning and we kissed some more so I could taste it. He licked my neck and we rubbed our goatees together. Then CigarBottom got back on my dick and made it very wet. He climbed up on the sofa and lowered himself on my cock. Ahhh. I reached over, grabbed a air of his nipple clamps and put them on him. I held the chain and every time he raised himself off my dick, they’d pinch. He wanted only to smoke used my cigars and this stogie was just about done, so I stuck the chewed and wet butt in his mouth. “Thank you, SIR!” I buried my face in his pits while he rode me. He begged me for my load but I wasn’t ready yet. I told him to get up.

I knew he liked “edging” and I was ready to do some work. The nipple clamps were removed. I stuck a hunk of SKOAL in my mouth. With his wrist cuffs I secured his hands behind his back and told him to sit down. His dick was getting hard. I dripped some dip spit on his cock and started stroking. He talked as if I was torturing him with SKOAL backwash and said he would not shoot until I told him to. I squeezed the head of his cock really hard while I stroked it. No spit cup was needed because I used all the dip spit on his cock. I kissed him and pushed the used SKOAL in his mouth. As I continued to work the head of his dick he requested a spit cup. I got him one. Whenever he used it, I took it from him and poured it on his cock for lube. “Fuck! Not the spit again!”

To be continued…

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September 1, 2005

…nP

So, later that same night, I chatted with a fairly recent online acquaintance from South Philly. I’ll call him The Plumber. I told him about my abortive attempt at sex during my earlier trip to his neighborhood. I asked him where he was located. He said, “Oh, I was in the next room!” What a small town.

I’m going to try to condense this one down to the bare essentials. He drove over here and was much better looking than his pictures. Very sexy. He brought a bag. I’m not sure what else was in it but he did take out a hefty supply of tina, a glass pipe and a butane torch. He prepared and smoked a pipeful of crystal before we got down to business. I have to say that The Plumber was charming, personable, smart and funny. I was instantly comfortable around him and he was really easy to talk to. A really nice guy.

When he was done, I put my arm around him and started playing with his nipple through his shirt. We kissed for a while and he was very good at it. He moved down my chest and bit my nipple through my t-shirt. We took off our shirts and kissed some more. He had great smelling pits, not overpowering, though. We lie facing each other on the sofa and he kept his mouth on my nipple for a long, long time. He was intensely into it and it made me very hard. We took breaks to kiss, hug and touch each other.

The Plumber indicated he wanted me to sit up sideways on the sofa with my legs stretched out. He got between my legs and started sucking my dick. He concentrated on the head for a while and then, when he moved on to the shaft, asked me to take out my PA. He was so good that I didn’t mind at all. (I later had to frantically search for the ball later but I eventually found it.) Then he really got into working on my cock. Up and down the shaft with his lips and tongue, deep throating, spitting on it. He rubbed his goatee along the whole length and on my balls. His unbuttoned pants were slipping down and I kept staring at his beautiful ass. This sight, along with the great blow job, got me close to shooting twice but he would slow down and just hold the head between his lips. Then it happened. He fell asleep with my dick in his mouth! It took me a minute to realize because his head lowered so very slowly.

Oddly, I was very comfortable with his head resting on my crotch. While he slept, I stroked his hair and thought about what to do. I let him sleep for about 15 minutes, woke him up and told him he should probably go. He didn’t seem bothered by it at all. I may be a fool but I let him fire up another pipe before he left and said I’d like to try again. What in the world is wrong with me?

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August 26, 2005

More Pn…

The day before my birthday (Tuesday) I got together with yet another guy I’ve been chatting with since last summer. (I know it’s getting tiresome.) I was never quite sure what to make of him from his pics. He looked different in each of them and not really what I go for in any of them. I’m getting real close to boredom lately and he’s been very persistent, so I gave it a go. I took the subway to a formerly nice, formerly all-Italian neighborhood that has definitely seen better days. Unfortunately, so had this guy. He only remotely looked like his pictures and even less like someone I’d travel across town to meet.

I already figured he was a tweaker. A few nights before he was supposed to come downtown to my place. He sent me a message that he was leaving and an hour later he was still at home. By this time it was 3:30AM and I told him to forget it, we’d try another time. Judging by the state of his house, Tina’s been staying with him a while. Oh well. As long as I was here…

We went upstairs. He pointed to a closed door and said he had a friend staying with him. None of my business but OK. There was barely enough free space to stand in his bedroom. I handed him the fresh poppers he asked me to bring. He opened them and took his pants off. I undid my belt and let my shorts fall to the floor. He stroked me until I got hard and he immediately got on all fours on the bed. Damn. He said he liked “taking loads” but I didn’t think that was all he liked.

I got up on the bed. He was kind of tall and I had to adjust him some. He was dry as a fucking bone. I asked for lube and he suggested spit. I have perpetual dry-mouth but I did my best and managed to get my dick inside him. I plowed him for about a minute. Very unpleasant. I stopped and said I really needed lube. He got up and grabbed a jar of cocoa butter. I swear. I lost my erection. I tried to revive the little fella but, for once, it had better sense than I did. I told the guy this really wasn’t working for me and that I should go. He seemed cool with it. I had to ask for my poppers back.

The trip wasn’t a total waste. I bought a nice little table and some Mega M&M's at my ex-neighborhood Walgreen’s and stopped at Trader Joe’s.

To be continued…

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August 22, 2005

Plenty of P but not enough P

I went to Club Body Center last night. I went a few weeks ago on a Sunday night and had a really good time. Last night, unfortunately, was not very much fun. First of all, when I got to my room the door was open and the bedding was rumpled. The sheet and pillow case seemed clean, though, so I used the room anyway. I figured the attendant left the door open when he changed the bedding and someone co-opted the room for a couple of minutes. Big deal. Besides, the staff are so easily distracted at check-in that I figured something like this would completely baffle them.

The room was in a corner, not a bad location. Across from me were two guys sitting on the bed chatting away as if they were out on the street. It was incredibly annoying. Their conversation could be heard everywhere on the second floor. And they were talking about…decorating! “My living room is white. NO ONE sits in my living room!” Ugh. Nothing ruins the mood like chatty queens. I knew saying something to them would brand me as THE asshole of the night, so I endured it for about fifteen minutes. Then I went onto the deck to finish off a nice Excalibur 1066. The deck would pretty nice if the air conditioning exhaust didn’t constantly blow across it. Disgusting. Still, it was good to sit outside naked, smoking a cigar.

The video room was showing the same Active Duty video over and over. I love Dink but this one was a dud. The guy being jerked off was so drunk, he was completely zombie-fied.

One of the very few guys I was attracted to was a very cute, short, dark guy with a shaved head, nicely hairy chest and a goatee. When I passed him near the stairs he nearly snapped his neck trying to avoid eye-contact. And I wasn’t even trying! I mean, you’re cute and all and I’m sure you get hit on all the time but honestly, you’re in a bathhouse completely naked! People are gonna look at you. This guy looked at me like i was a bug or something. I have no problem with rejection but, please, don’t make a show of it.

When I got back to my room, Interior Decorating 101 was, thankfully, over. I know I’ve said before that Club Body Center was not the ground zero of Philadelphia crystal meth use but I may have to retract it. While I was cruising the halls I noticed a group of about ten guys who seemed to be together, darting from room to room and constantly chatting. The guys across from me were two of them. They pretty much all looked the same: shaved heads, shaved bodies, lean, a little muscular. Anonymous, in other words. The short guy might have been with them, too. Another one of them was a real standout. His hair was buzzed, he had stubble on his very cute face and trimmed chest hair and a nicely defined torso. He was wearing surfer-type trunks. He was a beauty. He walked by my room a couple of times and he’d always slow down and smile.

I resigned myself to lying on the bed, stroking. It was dismal. I swear, I saw no sex whatsoever going on anywhere. I gave myself a time limit of three hours, 1:00AM. If nothing happened by then, I would go home. [Beating a dead horse reference deleted.]

A fat, old man poked his head in. “How are you?” “Good. No thanks, though.” He edged in a little more. “No thanks!” He kept coming! “Can I just rub it?” He touched my dick!! “I SAID NO THANKS!”. He left. (I normally don’t say things like “fat, old man,” since I am one, but this moron deserves it.)

12:45: The surfer-shorts-wearing tweaker came in, closed the door and sat on the bed. He was fucking beautiful and extremely masculine but definitely someone I would never expect to be interested in me. He looked at me and said, “I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.” Trying to hide my intense disappointment, I replied, “That's cool. No problem.” This was indeed the icing on the fucking cake. Then a miracle occurred. It was like the last two sentences never happened. Instead of leaving, he reached behind him and started stroking my dick! I rubbed his furry chest. Then, “So, what do you get into?” I was nearly speechless. I said, “Whatever you got but I don’t get fucked.” “Do you party at all?” “Sometimes, not much.” His voice was just a whisper and he said everything really, really fast. I had to keep asking him to repeat himself and put my ear close to his mouth. He told me he was here with some friends. They were upstairs “chilling and partying” and he’d be back in a few minutes. Then he left. My hopes were not high but I had nothing to lose except my pride. I waited.

He was back within ten minutes. He came in, took off his shorts and sat down. He talked a lot through our entire encounter in the same whisper. It was really frustrating but he explained that the guys across the hall were friends and he didn’t want them to hear him. OK, Mr. Paranoid. I told him I liked to fuck but he said he wasn’t into that. He asked me if I liked groups, which I definitely do, and wanted details about where and when. He also had a lot of instructions: he will lie like this and I will kneel over him like this and he will suck my dick like this. It was typical tweaker behavior. He asked me whether I liked to shoot, smoke or snort, leading me to believe he was a slammer. He was a great cocksucker but, like most tweakers, he couldn’t do anything for longer than a few seconds without stopping to talk or adjust something. He did manage to deep throat me a couple of times. I fingered his nicely hairy hole which was lubed. I said “You want to get fucked, don’t you?” He said no, that he had a toy upstairs he’d like to use but made no effort to go get it.

As hot as this guy was, I was getting frustrated and I wanted to shoot and go home. Being high, he could have gone on like this for hours so I took control of the situation. I told him, if he wanted my load, I was gonna have to lie down. I wanted to feel his furry body next to mine anyway. He kissed me while I stroked myself. He was very good at that too. I told him to suck on my nipple and that did the trick. I almost exploded. He got down and swallowed it, licking my fingers and balls to get it all. He laid next to me again and continued kissing me. He said that he loves the feeling of having other men’s cum in his body and that he takes loads from all kinds of men, skinny, fat, young and old. I could see he was a closet pig. (Don’t tell his friends!) By then his beautiful fat dick was rock hard. I stroked it and he asked me to rub my goatee on his nipples. He said, “You like to fuck, right?” I reiterated that I love it. “Cause now I want it.” GODAMMIT! I said maybe next time. We made out some more while he stroked and I worked on his nipples and neck and slightly odorous pits. They were delicious.

He finally said he didn’t want to keep me from playing with other guys and I said I was probably gonna just go home and he said he wished I’d stick around. I told him I was tired. He stood up and put his pants back on. I told him he was really hot and he, of course, said no he wasn’t. We kissed goodnight and that was that.

Was he worth waiting three hours for. Not really. Maybe if he hadn’t been so high or I got to fuck him. It was very nice for what it was and I ain’t complaining but…

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August 19, 2005

Hotel sex

Last night I was chatting on gay.com with a bear from S. Florida who wanted me to use his ass. It wasn’t very late, maybe 12:30AM, but he didn’t want to wait 45 minutes for me to get there and suddenly went offline. He was back this afternoon, though, and despite having only been awake for an hour I headed over to his hotel.

I got there a little early and there was no answer when I knocked. Damn. He answered the second time, soaking wet. I made myself comfortable on the sofa of the suite while he finished showering. I thought I might as well undress and start stroking. Why waste time? I got myself hard but, because the BTK Killer sentencing hearing was on TV, I felt a little perverse. Call me a prude.

He came out of the bathroom wearing a towel and was surprised to see me already naked. He said “Well, so much for getting dressed.” He was really hot. Not much taller than me, bearded, beefy, solid, muscular, extremely hairy and very masculine. I stood up and we started playing with each other’s nipples. We kissed for a while. He kept dipping down to rub his hairy chest and beard on my chest. He was really strong and really rough. I pulled off his towel. He kissed my neck and moved down to my nipple, then up to my armpit. I licked his neck and he moaned. I looked in the mirror behind him and got a view of his muscular, furry ass. I got very hard. We rubbed our goatees together while we stroked each other’s dicks and kissed some more. He got on his knees and started sucking. It was great. I suggested we move to the bed (and away from the distracting BTK soundtrack).

We started all over again, standing at the end of the bed. He finally laid down on his back and I knelt over him to feed him my dick. He licked the shaft back and forth, swallowed it whole and rubbed it on his goatee. He said, “Id like to see you come like this.” I was willing, though I knew it would take a while. I really thought I was there to fuck but hell, I’m flexible.

After a while I laid next to him and we kissed some more. He rolled me onto my back, held my hands above my head and worked on my nipples with his mouth. He moved down to my dick, rubbing his hairy torso and face on my chest and stomach. He scraped his face and head between my balls and ass. It gave me chills. He got my dick wet and started stroking it. Whenever I got close to busting he’d stop, put the head in his mouth and suck very slowly. All the while he looked directly into my eyes. It was almost torture and I loved it. Finally, he started stroking and sucking at the same time and I shot my load into his mouth. He kept sucking to make sure he got every drop. Then he smiled and got up to get a towel. I went into the living room and he wiped me off with a warm, wet cloth. Very polite.

We chatted a little while I got dressed. He said maybe next time we can fuck. Well, I would have this time if he hadn’t steered the ship in the other direction! I talked to him online later and it didn’t matter. We both had a great time. He’s a nice guy, too.

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August 9, 2005

The baths

I haven’t been to the Club Body Center baths in Philly for over a year. The Adonis has been so boring for the past two weeks that I haven’t even written about it so I thought I’d give the former Chancellor Street Baths a another try. I went last night, Sunday. It was OK.

Luckily, or maybe not, it was not the hotbed of crystal meth use that it is rumored to be in the gay community. If there was any tina there, the guy in the next cubicle could have been selling it, judging by the constant stream of men coming to knock on his door. He could just have been popular, though. Otherwise it just seemed like a normal Sunday night at the baths. There were quite a few black men, but this is Philly, after all, and a lot more Asians than i expected to see. Mostly, though, I saw a lot of the kind of muscled gay clone in whom I have little interest and who have even less interest in me.

The halls and stairwells at Club Body Center are pretty narrow and, even though there are three floors of cubes, it takes less than a minute to cruise by all of them. I decided that I would stay put on my cot with the door open and try to look alluring. That lasted through the cup of coffee I brought with me. I took a stroll to the little TV room on the fourth floor. There was a very hot guy there stroking with a couple of other men. He seemed interested in watching me stroke so I sat down next to him and rubbed his hairy chest for a while. No reaction. He made no effort to stop me either. He finally got up and left. So did I.

Back in my room I finally got a bite. He was a young guy with wire-rim glasses, lean and muscular, with fine, dark hair on his legs and chest and a closely cropped beard. He was extremely handsome. He came in and closed the door. He started stroking my dick and leaned close to me. “Do you vant to fawk a French boyz poosee” he asked. Well, of course I did! I sat up and he rubbed his beard against mine. “You wear zee condomme” I was disappointed but I nodded yes.

He sat next to me, leaned over and started sucking my dick. He got it hard and wet and then he reclined on his back and spread his legs. I reached over his head to grab some lube to grease his hole. He took a hit of poppers. His hole was way high, up near his balls so it was a little bit of a struggle to find the right position. When I did, though, it popped in so fast he gasped. He didn’t want me very deep but that was OK. I liked feeling his hairy ass on my cock, even through the latex. Oddly, he kept his legs straight up in the air, not bent at the knees, so only a couple of inches of me could get inside of him. “We cohm togezair?” (So adorable!) Again, I nodded. He couldn’t wait, though and shot a big load all over his hairy chest. I wiped his butt and torso clean while he kept saying “Sank you!” and he was on his way.

More reclining, more wandering around. Not much there for me at all. In one cube there was a guy with his ass up in the air for anyone to use. By the time I made another circuit of the floor, his door was closed. Damn.

I went back to the TV room. The hot guy was in there again and all the seats were taken. Everyone was watching a handsome black man with an enormous dick stroking himself while he fingered his partner. Someone left and I sat next to the couple. They snagged a third and went to their room. Across from me was a young blondish guy with a goatee and a jock strap. I kind of had my eye on him most of the night but had been getting no response. Now, though, he was staring at my dick. I looked at him as I left the room. Bingo! He followed me downstairs.

He came in my room, shut the door and grabbed my cock. Within a minute he was on his knees sucking. He was really good. I mean REALLY. I’ve said before, it’s nearly impossible for me to shoot these days from just a blow job. This was not just a blow job. He had me right on the edge of busting three times and backed off at the last second. I was almost painful. He stood up and, I swear, I almost shot while we were kissing.

He laid down on his back and took off his jock and I sucked his dick for a while. I don’t think I’m very good at it anymore but he didn’t seem to mind. I hiked his legs up and stuck my tongue in his hole. I licked and kissed and bit it but he really groaned when I plunged in deep.

I stood up and he grabbed his legs, pushing his hole towards me. I didn’t need any lube. I pushed slowly. It was difficult at first but once I got inside he was nice and wet. I was really hard. I knew what he wanted and started pounding him hard right away. I held his legs up and he spread his butt wide so I could get in deeper. He grabbed the pillow because his head kept hitting the wall. He didn’t complain, he just dealt with it. The whole time he stared right into my eyes and kept saying “Fuck me, fuck my hole.” I pulled him closer and leaned in to kiss him while I pummeled his ass. My sweat dripped onto his chest.

After the third close call while he was sucking my dick, I think my ability to shoot was gone. I tried and tried, but no luck. Finally I had to stop. I was exhausted. I pulled out and said, “I'm done, man.” He kept smiling and said, “Thanks for the ride!” “Anytime.” We talked about my PA for a little bit while he cleaned up and put his jock back on. Sexy man.

That was about it. The second guy came back to my door but I think he misinterpreted my thumbs up gesture because he nodded and left. Anyway, after my initial inspection of the crowd, I wasn’t expecting anything, so I think I did pretty well.

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July 18, 2005

The Adonis

The Adonis was an oven on both Friday and Saturday nights. Ugh.

Friday was nearly a washout. I only stayed about an hour. I fucked a white guy with a hairy ass a couple of times. He now seems to be there every weekend with his ass in the air. He’s usually on the benches and has to put his feet on the floor for me to get to him. He’s always willing, though.

There’s another guy who likes stroking my dick and talking dirty. Sometimes I can get into it but on Friday his breath was so unbearably gross that I had to walk away. (I know. I frequent the classiest places!) I finally took a walk around and decided there really wasn’t anyone here I had any interest in, so I went home early.

Saturday was more of the same, though the crowd was a bit better. Again, i fucked the guy with his ass in the air. He was really vocal and begged me to shoot inside of him and I tried, I really did, three times, but it wasn’t gonna happen.

Through the night I noticed an Asian who seemed to always end up standing next to me. Later in the night I was leaning back against a wall and he positioned himself in front of me. He reached behind and started stroking my dick which was already pretty hard. He undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. As he grabbed my cock and my balls together, he pushed me back against the wall and backed up onto me. He rode my dick for a couple of strokes and pulled away. This was repeated for a good ten minutes. I relaxed, putting my hands behind my head, and let him do his number. I got off on smelling my own armpit funk. Someone one one side started playing with my nipples and, on the left, a guy was kissing me. I was feeling great but I started to get frustrated. I really wanted to bust and I knew it wasn’t going to happen doing this. I told him I needed to stop. I had to finally get myself off with the help of the other two guys. I was really close so it didn't take very long. What a big load. It had been over a week and I was really ready.

Guess I’m good for another week!

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July 17, 2005

More Tom Chase

Here’s the rest of him. He has a be-yoo-tee-full, muscular, hairy ass, too.

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July 16, 2005

In the meantime

I’ll be working a lot this weekend so here’s something to look at.

Tom Chase IMed me on AOL when I was living in Provincetown. He was bartending at The Vault that summer. He sent me a couple of pics he had taken in his bathroom. I didn’t realize who he was until after he left but I still got weak-kneed when he walked in the door. What a beauty! Anyway, I fucked him and we chatted a little. Nice guy. He said he always goes home alone. Men are probably afraid to approach him. Hell, if I could get him…

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July 9, 2005

Dud

This guy on AOL has been bugging me to come over his place on Rittenhouse Square for a couple of weeks. I’ve been turning him down every time because he doesn’t have a picture posted. It makes no sense to me that someone can expect to find sex online without posting a picture somewhere. He said he had no hair on his face but was willing to grow some! Anyway, I said what I normally say to guys with no pic: I’ll meet you but I ain’t gonna promise anything. He said, “If we don’t click we’ll have a drink and be friends forever.” Umm…I doubt it. I went over there on Wednesday night.

He answered the door in jeans and a colorful striped cotton dress-shirt with the sleeves cut off. One button was done near his waist. He was hairy enough but, with that outfit, I expected a bowl of fruit on his head. His face wasn’t what I usually go for but there was some stubble and buzzed male pattern baldness. Remembering he claimed to have a furry butt, I decided I could deal with it and came in.

He was very drunk and, after he spoke, I realized he was a typical old-style Philly gay. Still, I stayed. We took our pants off and sat on the sofa. He was wearing a cheap leather cock ring. He started stroking himself. I asked him to suck my dick. He was good, too. I got hard pretty quickly. He did some poppers and sucked some more, moving up to my nipples. I tried to kiss him but he wasn’t into it.

He moved to the other end of the couch, spread his legs and started stroking his still-limp dick. I moved on top of him and got ready to fuck his ass. Every time I tired to get my dick in he flinched. I asked him what was wrong. He said, “Well, Frank, I’ll tell you. You’re not what I expected and I’m probably not what you expected either.” Well, since he didn’t have a picture, I had no expectations at all but It was cool. I wasn’t that into it and I was a little relieved. I got dressed and left.

Thursday night he sent me another message, apologizing and asking me to come over again NOW. He said he was drunk and afraid of the PA the night before. I politely declined.

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July 4, 2005

The Adonis

Saturday and Sunday were two more uneventful nights at The Adonis. Neither night was particularly crowded and the men who were there weren’t very interesting to me. There was one last night who I thought was pretty hot but he left me pretty quickly for a guy who was bigger and much fatter with an Amish-like white beard. It was satisfying, in a way, to not be fat enough, but frustrating at the same time. I didn’t dwell on it—I just don’t do that—but I did decide it was time to leave.

Speaking of that—and I hope this is just a summer thing—The Adonis seems to be attracting really large men lately. I don’t just mean that in the usual fat-means-anything-bigger-than-me sense. These guys are HUGE, like twice my size. I know they have to have sex, too, and that’s cool. I’m a little guy, though, and they really make it more difficult for me to maneuver as well as be seen. OK, I’m done with the short guy rant.

I fucked a couple of guys. There are always men bent over the seating ready for any dick that comes along. Another guy is a very hot bottom who uses his huge dick to attract men. I see him online all the time and we’ve corresponded a little and played here once before. He has a great hole. Last night he was unwilling or unable to position himself comfortably for me even though he initiated the play. (He has accommodated before so…)

I got two great blow jobs, one on each night, so neither night was a total loss. Even though The Adonis is just a dark room, I don’t really feel satisfied if all of my encounters are completely anonymous. It does seem better if the person shows some interest in me. Call me old-fashioned.

On Saturday a man grabbed my stiff dick and got immediately on his knees and started sucking. He was really good, too, if a bit heavy with the teeth. After a couple of minutes he asked if I wanted to sit down. I did. Huge improvement. No more teeth. He sucked, licked, sniffed, lapped my balls (mmmm), you name it, for a good twenty minutes. I wanted to shoot so badly, but thanks to the Effexor, I just couldn’t. I finally had to ask him to stop. I was so covered with drool that I had to wipe myself off. Otherwise, walking home I would have looked like I pissed myself or something.

Last night I put my dick through the gloryhole. The guy on the other side switched between me and the two guys he had in the booth with him. When his mouth wasn’t on my dick, he was stroking it. He nearly got me to shoot but, again, it wasn’t to be. At least I’m long-lasting!

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June 26, 2005

It still works!!

To my surprise, I found myself with a semi-hard dick on Afternoon 2 of the Effexor Experiment. I was online as usual and saw that my buddy the bear was available. I asked him if he wanted to come over to do some testing. He agreed.

Man, he is GREAT. Now I feel bad that I wrote how good the guy was last Saturday. Rick (the bear) is absolutely one of the best, most long-lasting cocksuckers ever. Actually, he’s got a more varied dick-sucking repertoire than the other guy, too. There, now I feel a little better. He comes over a like once a week and blows me. He’s good-looking, reliable and great sex. What could be better??

Anyway, I usually get pretty excited and end up jerking myself off. Not today. I leaned back and enjoyed it for a long, long time. He made lots of eye-contact which I love. His soft goatee felt great on my balls, too. Normally, deep-throating is uncomfortable for me but not when he does it. It’s heavenly. I stayed rock hard. He had me sooo close a couple of times. But I was just not able to shoot, dammit! He was though. Nice!

Later on, the foot guy came over. I’m still not into feet but he’s very hot and I liked watching him stroke while he sniffed my feet. The incredibly cute and talented Drub wrote to me a while back saying I was a real sport for indulging a foot fetishist but, hell, it was fun and it made me hard. So why not do it again?

It was even better this time (Uh-oh!) He was better-looking than I remembered and I thought he was hot then. He sniffed and licked my feet, complimenting me on their smell. He came up to work on my nipples for a while. Great tongue! The whole time he stroked his meaty dick. (I wish he kissed but he’s all about safety so that ain’t gonna happen, unfortunately.) He moved back down to my feet for a while and rubbed his mustache against them. That felt great while I stroked my cock. He asked if I was ready to shoot but I knew I couldn't. I was ready to watch him shoot, though! And he did. Then he washed his hands and left. Thanks, man!

So. It looks like I can get hard and stay hard but I can’t ejaculate. Or, at least, I lose interest because it takes so long. I can live with that—for now.

By the way, here’s one of Drub’s banners, since it’s so perfect for this posting. He does beautiful work.

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June 20, 2005

Blow job

The guy who sent me a message on Friday night did indeed come over last night. I completely embarrassed myself by leaving an AA meeting to take his call but it was really worth it. He was much better-looking than his picture which was pretty goddam good to begin with.

He came in and we started kissing right away. He was very good at it. We played with each others nipples through our shirts. More kissing.He took off his shirt to show a beautiful, hairy torso. He pulled up a chair and got to work on my nipples. I was hard as soon as we started kissing but his mouth on my nipples really got me stiff. He rubbed his stubbly goatee on them before he moved on to my dick. I was ready.

I undid my pants and dropped them to the floor. His mouth felt amazing. He kept rubbing my nipples. After a while his hands moved down to my cock, stroking me as he slowly sucked. It was great having such a hot man focus so much attention on my dick. He was a stellar cocksucker. I came close to shooting a couple of times. It was really difficult to hold back but I did. Finally he started stroking and sucking faster and I couldn’t help myself. I shot my load and he kept his mouth on my cock to get every drop. He’s the first guy in ages to make me shoot standing up with no help from at all from me. It was GREAT!

I got dressed, he put his shirt back on and wiped his mouth, smiling. I let him out.

Thanks, man!

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June 19, 2005

The Adonis

For a change, I went to The Adonis last night. Yes, I know it’s shocking but I’m nothing if not unpredictable.

When I got there it was dead. I’m talking maybe a dozen men total. That number doubled in the hour I was there. Nothing much interested me, though. There was a tall guy with a shaved head who I thought was really hot. From what I saw, he was a bottom but he wanted me to blow him. I did for a couple of minutes, not very enthusiastically.

As I said last week, stand-up fucking isn’t my strong suit. The heat and humidity in the basement wasn’t as bad last night so I had a bit more stamina. Honestly, though, I only really enjoyed one of them. That’s because he bent down over the bench to bring his hole down to where I could really pound him. I grabbed the back of his t-shirt and went at it with all I had. He would reach back and spread his ass nice and wide or play with my balls. A man came up behind me, ground his crotch against my ass, nuzzled my neck and played with my nipples. I could smell other men’s loads in this guy’s hole. I love that! He got mine, too. I took a breather and he came over for more. I obliged but I didn’t last very long. He said, “Thanks again,” anyway. I zipped up and left.

When I got home, I saw that I missed a message from a VERY hot man from Pittsburgh who is in town for the weekend. He said he read The High Strung Loner and wants to get together sometime tonight. We spoke on the phone earlier so it may actually happen. I hope so!

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June 15, 2005

Quickie

The guy I fucked in the hall in front of everyone at The Adonis last week sent me a message on gay.com tonight and said he wanted more. He was lots of fun so I was up for it. He lives about a ten minute walk from here. He said he’d leave the door unlocked so I could just walk in, go up to the bedroom and fuck him. I’m not usually into “scenes” but this seemed simple enough. I see a lot of guys asking for this particular fantasy and I’d never done it, so I figured I’d give it a go. What the hell?

I got to the house on a small street near 21st and South and the door was, indeed, open. Ooh, central air! All the lights were off except for a dim hall light upstairs. I went up but I had to stop to take a piss before I went into the bedroom. (I know this was not hot but I had to go!) I went into the bedroom and he was bent over, face-down on the bed. I dropped my shorts and massaged his hole while I stroked myself. He must have been in a hurry because he reached back and took over the stroking. That got me hard.

I grabbed the lube, put on the condom he requested (ew!) and got down to business. I was plowed him really hard and he pushed his ass back to meet every stroke. He was really verbal like before and urged me to fuck his hole. I grabbed his hips and pulled him towards me with every thrust. He reached back and stopped me from fucking but held me close so he could flip around onto his back while my dick was still inside. I grabbed his thighs and pulled him closer so I could get in really deep. I was pulling all the way out and pushing all the way back in with every thrust. Be already had some cum on his belly. He said if I kept it up he was gonna shoot and asked if that was OK. I nodded. He grabbed his cock and beat himself off until he shot a huge load all over both of us. Done. Five minutes, maybe. I cleaned up a little, said Hi to his cat and was on my way.

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June 12, 2005

Sweat box

I went to The Adonis on Friday night. (BIG surprise!) It was so unbearably hot and humid downstairs that I lasted less than an hour. It was like torture.

Once again, the place was full of guys who just wanted to get fucked. I got around to three or four of them at least. But there was so little oxygen in the place that I could only last a couple of minutes with any of them. I had to keep stopping to catch my breath. Stand up fucking is fun and all but, y’know, I’m only 5' 4" and sometimes it’s a lot of work. I just couldn’t deal with the effort and the endlessly dripping sweat. I did my best but I eventually just had to give up. I mean, I could pass out or die in that place and no one would even notice until I started to smell. And only then if the odor managed to cut through the ever-present popper haze.

One guy—coincidentally, the one I liked best—was very patient. I’d take a break and come back and take a break and come back. He was receptive every time! He never said no. If he was busy with someone else, he’d stop and grab my dick. I did my damnedest to give him a load but it just wasn’t gonna happen, even with some other men helping me along. And even with his incredible muscle control. I got four fingers in there before I even tried my dick and he still had quite a grip!

On the plus side, I finally got that long, slow blow job I wanted. I’m not sure who gave it to me but we both seemed to be having a good time. I got to relax and lean against the wall for a while. I just entwined my fingers behind my head and enjoyed myself for a good 20 minutes or so. When he stood up, I finished myself off with my nose buried in a very hot man’s musky armpit. (I’m hard again now thinking about it!)

When I got home I was exhausted. I literally felt as if I had been on the go all day. Of course, I didn’t go to sleep. God forbid. I stayed up until dawn chatting online. I really need to start experiencing more than just a couple hours of daylight every day but that’s a topic for another time.

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June 8, 2005

The Adonis

I usually don’t go to The Adonis twice in one weekend but I had such a good time on Friday that I went back on Saturday. I wasn’t sure at first but then a guy I’ve been wanting to play with contacted me on ManHUNT. He said his ass needed some fisting and he’d like to meet me there and play. Why not? I realized I haven’t fisted since I left New Orleans.

I went right downstairs to the dark room. Again, there weren’t a lot of men there. Still, within seconds there was a hand stroking my dick. In the first ten minutes I had my cock in three asses. Good ones, too. Two kinda slim guys and one beefier one, all with nicely hairy holes. The bigger guy was someone I played with here before and who chatted me up online once or twice. believe it or now, I recognized his nipples by touch! I shot my load in him. I didn’t want to shoot so soon but, what the hell, I like living on the edge. The other two guys, as far as I could tell, pretty much stayed in the same positions, bent over the seating, the entire time I was there. That was over two hours!

I took a break to walk around a little and saw the guy who wanted my fist almost right away. We went right into a booth. My cock was already out and he started stoking it and kissing me. But not for long. He poured some J-Lube in my hand, pulled down his pants, turned around and bent over within a minute. I wanted to start slowly but his hole thought otherwise. My entire hand was inside really quickly. He was really into stretching and not depth. Not right away, anyhow.

He was really vocal which attracted onlookers. The Adonis is pretty much a straight suck and fuck kind of place. Sometimes there’s some role-play, punching, spanking but I’ve never seen anything really kinky there. Fisting just isn’t the kind of thing people do there. Men would stop at the door, try to figure out what was going on and most of them moved along pretty quickly. A couple of them lingered a while, watching. One guy came into the booth, stayed and stroked.

We played for a good half hour. He really wanted to get both of my hands in his hole. I tried, godammit! I almost got there, too, but we just couldn’t quite make it. I got to fuck him with my hand still inside, though, which really gets me hard. I tried but I just couldn’t shoot again. I spent the last five minutes or so punch-fucking his hole and twisting my fist when it was just inside him. He loved that. He got himself off and we got ourselves back together. He wrote me later on ManHUNT and said what a great time he had, that his hole was still humming.

I went into The Adonis’ NEW DOWNSTAIRS BATHROOM(!!),still with no toilet paper, and cleaned up. I had no Daw dishwashing Liquid but the J-Lube washed away pretty well.

The rest of the night was uneventful, in comparison. I fucked a few more guys and the beefy one again. What I’ve really been craving lately is a nice slow blow job and I haven’t been able to find one there. Suddenly everyone wants to fuck. I love fucking but it’s sometimes much more energy than I really want to or can expend. Not that this will stop me from going there or anything!

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June 4, 2005

Jonathan

This writing about sex thing is starting to get a little complicated. Documenting tricks and my frequent trips to The Adonis are one thing. Writing about someone I actually like and continue to talk to and play with and who people who read this might know is something else. It hasn’t been an actual problem and no one has said anything yet but I’m still fairly new at this and don’t really know how it affects my interactions with people outside of sex.

In any case, please excuse me if I seem more discreet than usual sometimes. Like now.

I’ve been chatting with Jonathan for a while on gay.com. We’re always expressing shock at the way gay men have become so conservative. We’ve been wanting to meet. He lives in the suburbs and it’s more difficult than your average hook-up. Last Sunday it finally worked out. he was heading out to the Bike Stop and I suggested that he stop by on his way. If we clicked, cool. If not, he could go have fun at the bar. He ended up staying for six hours!

I was a little uncomfortable at first since this wasn’t my regular come-over-for-sex-then-leave meeting. We had agreed to just meet since we enjoyed chatting online. No strings. I loosened up some when we kissed. Then I knew things would be OK.

Without going into grisly detail, it was a really good time. We made out forever. He is a GREAT kisser. His body is nice and muscular, even though he doesn’t think so. He’s got a really nice cock and beautiful balls of which I am kind of jealous. I fucked his sweet, sweet ass twice. I would have fucked him more if we hadn’t spent so much time talking and I had been more aggressive. (This is not a complaint!) There were points at which he was very clear about what he wanted for which I was grateful. Although I’m a top, I often scope out the situation and ask the bottom if he wants something. This was one of those times.

Anyway, He’s a fun fuck and a really nice guy. We’ve talked on the phone since and we seem to like each other so I’m sure we’ll play again. I know I want to!

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The Adonis

I’m think the change of seasons brings a whole new crowd to The Adonis. This is not a complaint. I am grateful. The transition has been pretty goddam dull.

Anyway, I got there around 11:15 last night. The crowd was thin as it has been lately. Better-looking overall than usual, though. There were even guys playing in the 2nd room upstairs. I never see that. And they were hot, too! I hung out and watched them for a little while but someone I didn’t like very much kept bugging me so I moved on to the basement.

In the dark room a guy was taking multiple dicks in his ass.I don't usually go for slim, hairless guys but this ass was spectacular. I could tell even in the darkness. I watched him getting fucked by a bearish guy in sweats and while he was getting plowed, he started sucking my dick. I fucked his throat in rhythm with the ass-pounding. The bear finished up, shooting a load, I think, and he pulled me over to take his place. The hole was nice and tight, kind of dry but nice and wet on the inside. He took hits from a bottle of poppers and ground his ass against me, reaching back and pulling me against him. The bear kissed me and put his hand inside the back of my pants, massaging my ass. That did the trick and I shot my load. I didn’t want to shoot so soon in the night but I just couldn’t help it.

I moved off to the side to watch and a very hot, handsome guy with grey hair and a dark goatee started stroking my dick. Even though I just shot a wad a few minutes before, he got me hard again. He bent over and started blowing me. He moved his lips up and down the bottom of the shaft and I reached inside his shirt to play with his nipples. He stood up, turned around and bent over, pulling down his pants. I fucked him some (another dry one) and, after a couple of minutes, he stood up and walked out of the dark room. I took a walk around the basement and he was out there. He motioned me into a booth. I took my dick out and, after some kissing and nipple play, he squatted to suck it. After I was hard again, he stood up and turned around to brace himself against the wall so I could fuck him again. It felt good but he was kind of tall so I got tired quickly. (It’s difficult to stay hard and keep momentum going when I’m standing on my toes!) I eventually pulled out and patted his ass to let him know I was done. I wasn’t going to shoot again so soon anyway.

I went to the gloryhole and an older guy with a hairy chest sucked me while I caught my breath.

Back out in the hallway there was a handsome, bearded man I had played with there a couple of months ago. He was sucking off another bearish guy and I stood close, watching and stroking. He took my dick in his mouth and sucked me for a while. Then he stood up and we kissed for a bit. He asked if I wanted to fuck him. I said yes and he said, “Take me in the hall, strip me and fuck me in front of everybody.” So I did. I led him in front of me to the area where the booths are. He reached behind and lubed my cock. I pulled his shirt off and threw it on the filthy floor. I shoved his pants down around his ankles and bent him over. He braced himself with his hands on the floor and I put my dick in his warm ass. I held on to his jock strap while I fucked him. He groaned and kept saying, “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” By this time there were about a dozen men standing around watching us and stroking their dicks. After a while I pulled out and he turned around, lying naked on the sticky floor. I pulled his legs up, knelt on his pants and fucked him face-to-face. The men standing around were urging us on. It was hot and humid and the sweat pouring down my face was blinding me. I had to stop. A guy with a really nice dick took my place. I moved aside and watched them while the guy from the gloryhole sucked my dick some more. They put on a great show but I needed a rest.

I went upstairs for a drink of water and stood to watch the movie for a while. The movies usually suck but this one was pretty good. I took another walk around the place but, having been there for two hours without much of a break, I decided it was time to go. As much as I enjoy the atmosphere in The Adonis when it’s hot and humid—the smell of cum and sweat is incredible—the cool drizzle outside felt great.

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May 28, 2005

The couple

I got together last night with two guys from Center City. We had been trying to get together for a couple of days but it just didn’t work out. The bottom, the younger one, does the hunting while the older one is at work. In these situations, I usually think the older one is better-looking but I’m funny that way. Judging by their pictures, though, the younger guy in this couple was hotter. Turns out it was a good photo. When I got there, I liked the older one better after all. Unfortunately, he either was a total top or had no interest in me at all because we barely touched, other than a little peck when I was on my way out. Still, I had fun.

The young guy answered the door in his jock, a little disheveled. The Smiths were playing! The other guy was already naked. I took my clothes off right away. We sat on the sofa next to each other and the bottom moved between us sucking our dicks. The the older one stood up and the younger guy lubed his dick. He got on all fours and continued to suck me while he was getting fucked from behind. The bottom kept having to stop every few minutes. He said it had been a while since he’d been fucked and he had to get used to it again. The top and I switched back and forth between fucking and getting sucked a couple of times but we kept having to stop after a while. We took a little break while the bottom smoked some dope and then we moved to the bedroom.

That seemed to do the trick, or maybe it was just a better position. He bent over the bed and his partner and I switched again between lying on the bed getting sucked and plowing his hole from behind. We were able to play this way for a good hour without any breaks. This guy was not only a great cocksucker, he had a very comfortable hole. I could have fucked him all night but he finally had to stop.

He insisted on getting me off with his mouth before I left. Despite getting no help at all from the more attractive (to me) half of this couple, I shot a good load in the younger guy’s mouth. We relaxed a little and I got dressed and went home.

I have to say, I was a little uncomfortable while I was there. Maybe it was just me. There are some couples who, it seems to me, don’t have a lot of contact with anyone besides each other. I find it hard to engage with them, even physically. This was one of those times. Even taking into consideration that the older one had recently been ill and was only just again able to have sex comfortably, it was kind of weird. I’m not saying I didn’t have a good time because I definitely did, but something spooked me.

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May 24, 2005

Blow job

The other day Rick asked if he could stop by every now and again to make sure he got in his “daily dose of cocksucking” I said it was OK but that, while I nearly always wanted a blow job, I often didn’t really want to be around anyone. He said that he’d really be into that, being a fan of “the quickie.”

Last night we had our first nearly wordless encounter. He came over to pick up a bottle of poppers he’d left here. I dropped my pants, sat down and hhe got to work. He sucked, licked and stroked me for 15 or twenty minutes, nearly always looking up into my eyes, sometimes reaching up to tweak my nipples. I groaned with pleasure and strained and tried my damnedest to shoot a load but it didn’t happen, dammit. It wasn’t him, though, he’s very good. I just wasn’t up to it. (I’m starting to feel guilty!) He got me right to the edge but then it was gone, dammit! I reluctantly asked him to stop. We stood up and kissed. I pulled up my pants, he got dressed and I let him out. Nice.

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May 21, 2005

The bear coincidence

Rick, the bear from last weekend, came over again on Friday night. Great sex, great conversation. I even opened the bed! We sucked, licked, sniffed and spit for over two hours with lots of breaks to talk and get to know each other. (Yes, I know, I actually enjoyed getting to know someone. So sue me.) He told me he read The High Strung Loner and it got him off. That was a relief!

As good as the sex was’and it was incredibly good’the really interesting thing was that we have an unusual thing in common: We have both been in bands who have opened for The Dictators! We got a big laugh imagining how many men on ManHUNT have even heard of The Dictators. Probably none!

Anyway, had lots of fun but the details are unimportant, I think. (Besides, now I feel pressure, knowing that he reads this thing!) After deciding to save his ass for another time, I asked him to get me off using his mouth He’s really good at it and he’d be the first in a long while to finish me off that way. With (or without, come to think of it!) a hit of poppers, this guy is afucking unbelievable cocksucker. He pumped the head of my dick in his throat for what seemed like forever at a time. He licked the shaft and teased the head, making eye contact almost the entire time. I reclined on my back and tried to make it last as long as I could. Finally, I couldn’t wait and took my dick into my hand while he licked my balls. It was GREAT!

We agreed to go to the Gang of Four show together tonight but, unfortunately, it sold out sometime between Friday and Saturday afternoons. Dammit! I guess The Adonis awaits tonight.

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May 19, 2005

Sunday: The bear

I exchanged ManHUNT messages with the bear from Friday night at The Adonis all weekend. Finally, early Sunday evening, he said he had an hour to spare and asked if he could stop by. At that point I could deal with an hour but probably not much more. I said, “C’mon over!”

He was here in less than ten minutes! He is even more handsome in the light! A really big guy and not much taller than me. Once we were inside the door, he assumed the same position he was in on Friday, on his knees with his hands behind his back. I stood in front of him, unzipped and pulled out my dick, already getting hard. He took a big hit of poppers and got to work. Just like I remembered it!! We kissed a lot. I spit into his mouth leaving strings between us when I’d move away. He made it very clear that he was here for whatever I wanted.

I got comfortable sitting on the sofa and he undressed. He sucked my dick some more while he stroked himself. He used his mouth on everything between my face and my dick, front and back. I got to taste my ripe pits on his tongue after he licked them clean. He chewed my nipples, ate my ass and sucked my cock some more.

He said he wanted to feel my cock in his ass but he wasn’t ready since we didn’t have a whole lot of time. That was cool, it leaves something for next time!

I knew I wasn’t going to shoot without getting myself off, so that’s what I did. He helped a lot, kissing me and playing with my balls. I did the same for him. Then he had to go. We’d used up our hour!

We’ve messaged back and forth since and he says he’ll come back whenever I’m in the mood for an ass or mouth to fuck. OK!

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May 18, 2005

Saturday: Latin

Last weekend a Man contacted me on gay.com. He could type really fast but his English wasn’t so great. He was from South America and, from what I could gather, was cruising on the sly from his lover. (For that reason I’ll leave the details as vague as I can.) He sent me a pic. No hair on his face but very handsome with a lean, muscular, hairy body. I wasn’t sure exactly what to make of it at first. He contacted me again later in the week and asked if we could meet. My online profiles say pretty clearly that I’m only looking for sex so I said yes. He came over Saturday night.

We sat and talked for a while. He’s only been in the US for around a year and his English, while pretty good, requires some patience. I asked him right away what he was looking for and he said he wasn’t sure. His relationship is steady but sexless. That's not unusual. When he said his other half wants to move to the suburbs and he doesn’t, I finally got it. Husband shopping! I should have known! Not me, bub! It remained unspoken. And it was certainly no reason to not have sex at least once.

It was spectacular. His body was fucking beautiful. Nicely hairy, muscled torso; big, uncut cock; incredible ass; hairy hole and balls and NO SHAVING ANYWHERE! He had just the slightest hint of cologne, so slight that I didn’t mind at all and I hate the stuff. I thought at first that he was a bad kisser but it only took him a minute or two to wipe that thought out of my stupid head. Besides kissing, he used his talented mouth on my nipples and pits. If he hadn’t made my dick wasn’t so incredibly hard, I could have forgotten about it entirely…maybe. When he finally made it down there, he licked, teased and swallowed, taking his time and making lots of eye contact. It was amazing.

I wasn’t gonna pass up the chance to work on his uncut meat either. I love foreskin! He seemed to like having it chewed on, too. His hairy low-hangers felt great on my tongue and in my mouth. His cock was not too fat and it curved up some, perfect for 69. So that’s what we did. We shifted some so he could eat my ass. If I was prone to make porno-talk during sex, this would have been the time to scream, “Oh god!”

He got up to take a piss and get a drink of water and I got my first really good look at his ass. I love the Latin ass gene! His was pretty fucking close to perfect. I was lying on the bed and he started sucking me again, this time with his hairy hole in my face and I fucked it with my tongue. Every time I’d thrust really hard, he'd swallow my cock deep into his throat. after a while, he said, “You want to fuck me?” All I could do was laugh.

He turned around to face me with his ass poised above my dick. While he lubed us up, he warned me that he was really tight. He wasn’t lying. We took it slow. I was satisfied to just get the head and PA into him because his hair felt so great. He wanted more though. I finally got into him far enough so I could get a good thrust to the root and he shot a giant load all over my belly. And he wasn’t even stroking!

I figured we were done but I was wrong. He stood up, grabbed some more lube and bent over the bed. Damn! And he was still tight! It was a little easier this time, though. I was really ready to pop but I wanted to keep on fucking. I didn’t last so long but who the fuck cares??

When I finally sat down to relax, after we cleaned ourselves off, I saw that he had been here for three hours! I had no idea at all.

I didn’t want to get too buddy-buddy because of the husband thing. I made sure the post-coital chat was short, without seeming too rude. I mean, I liked him and all, even though it’s kind of hard work to listen to him, but I really don’t want to get involved in anything. I really just want to fuck. We agreed to meet again. Soon, I hope!

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May 17, 2005

Friday: Coincidences

Oddly, two of the guys I played with at The Adonis on Friday night were men I had some online contact with before.

Not long after I got home I got a ManHUNT message from a guy in the neighborhood. We had expressed some interest in each other a while ago but nothing ever came of it. The message said, “wasn't I just sucking you off at the Adonis...bearded/goatee guy down on his knees with no shirt on..” Umm…yeah, I remember that! He went on, “you got a great cock, and I love a man who spits in my mouth...anytime, sexy fucker.” Well, enough fan mail. We got together again on Sunday and we will again.

When I woke up on Saturday there was an e-mail from a very hot man I see online all the time. He said I fucked him Friday night right after he took a load, that he liked it and that he’d like to meet there again. I realized after looking at his pictures that he was the strangely disinterested man in the black wife-beater and he must have been the guy I fucked when I first got to the basement too! I didn’t see his face while we were actually fucking and never made the connection. I should have realized, since I never see two men in one night with dicks that big! I messaged him a long time ago on ManHUNT and AOL and never received a response so I figured he wasn’t interested. I guess I was wrong. You never know.

Maybe I’ve just been lucky but patience has always paid off for me, at least sexually. Maybe I just hang around long enough to catch them in a moment of weakness or desperation. I’m not gonna question it.

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May 16, 2005

Friday: The Adonis

It was Liberty Bears Weekend in Philly and I was a little afraid The Adonis would be packed with big, fat guys. (I tend to like non-obese bear types but, being short, I tend to get lost in the crowd when there are a lot of “bigger” men.) It wasn’t, luckily, but it wasn’t the usual crowd, either. It was thinner (in numbers) than most Friday nights but the quality—in my eyes, at least—was much higher.

I had to piss as soon as I got there and a really hot bearded, furry guy stopped me on my way into the bathroom and asked if he could drink it. I told him I can’t usually do that but I’d sure try. He came in, pulled down his pants and sat on the toilet. His dick and balls were the size of a large grapefruit from pumping and saline injections! I decided not to look at them. He started sucking me and , despite my anxiety about being able to piss, and his freakish genitals, I got hard immediately. Of course, that made it more difficult and I finally had to tell him it wasn’t going to happen. Dammit! He left and I urinated in peace.

The two rooms upstairs were oddly crowded but I went to the basement anyway. I was still hard so I undid my pants and pulled out my dick. Within a minute a goateed, hairy guy grabbed it. He stroked me and played with my nipples. He had a HUGE, hard dick(!) and didn’t seem interested in dong anything with it but grinding it against me. Someone behind him began to fuck him and he bent over, leaning his head on my chest, and groaned with pleasure. He kept his hand on my cock. The other guy shot his load and then it was my turn. He turned around and guided my hard dick into his hairy hole. I grabbed his hips and started pumping. I like feeling his butt hair on the head of my dick so I would just go in and out of the hole with my dick head, penetrating him only slightly, followed by some deep thrusts. He seemed to like it. another guy came over, played with my nipples, kissed me and urged me on. When I felt like I was ready to shoot, I started plowing his hole with more force and shot a week’s worth of cum in his ass. I moved to a dark corner to catch my breath.

Three men in particular caught my eye, all had goatees. (What can I say? I like them!) One guy was decked out in leather, another in a black wife-beater and a third in the black t-shirt/jeans/black shoes uniform. All of them were in their forties and none of them seemd particularly interested in me. Towards the end of the night I noticed a big, hairy, handsome bear who stayed on his knees the entire time. I liked him, too.

The wife-beater guy and the leather guy played a bit in a booth, taking turns sucking each other’s dicks. the leather man was really into sucking but the other one just stared into space, completely disinterested, while it was happening. Two bottoms, obviously, trying to find something to do. I tried to participate but I might as well not have been there. I don’t force my way on people like that so I gave up pretty quickly. (Turns out the man in the black wife-beater was the same guy I fucked when I first got there! I'll explain in my next post.)

I went back to the dark room. There was a young, muscular man there who kept grabbing my dick and sticking it into his hole. I had shot once earlier and the second load takes a while, if I shoot again at all. I fucked him, maybe four times, without shooting and he kept coming back for more! I didn’t mind at all but I had to stop to catch my breath every couple of minutes.

The big bear was on his knees at the gloryhole so I stuck my dick through. Nothing. Later on he was kneeling in front of the guy with the black t-shirt but they only seemed to be staring into each other’s eyes. Weird.

As I was getting ready to leave, the bear was kneeling in the middle of one of the rooms downstairs, the one with some light in it. His eyes were following me so I pulled out my dick and stood in front of him. He took a couple of hits of poppers and got to work. Damn! What an incredible cocksucker. Licking, teasing, biting, swallowing, ball washing, you name it, he did it and did it well. And what a handsome face! He kept looking into my eyes as he serviced me. I love that! I leaned over and kissed him, spitting into his mouth. He stuck his tongue out for more. I stood up and he sucked some more. Unfortunately, I had already been there for two hours and was really tired. I had to leave without giving him a load.

My legs were really sore walking home but it was well worth it!

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April 30, 2005

The Adonis

I finally felt well enough to visit The Adonis again last night. There was a big gay event in town this weekend so I expected there would be a bigger crowd and some new faces. Well, not faces, I guess, but you get the picture. the crowd was pretty good but it came and went, so to speak.

In the dark room someone grabbed my hard dick within minutes. He said, “Oh fuck, sir. Feed me some hot piss.” No thanks. In the two hours that I was there, he did and said the same thing to me, maybe six times. Such are the minor annoyances of spending time in nearly complete darkness.

Luckily, another guy wrapped his hand around my cock a minute later. In the dark I could feel he was muscular, furry and had buzzed hair and a beard. It didn’t take him long to get on his knees and start sucking. I’ll tell you, after almost a month of having sex only with myself, it felt amazing. He was exceptionally good at it, too. I wanted to shoot immediately but I managed to hold off. He said he wanted to back up onto my dick and suggested we find an empty booth. (Frankly, I’m not sure what difference it would make because the booths have no doors but I agreed.) There was enough light for me to see his handsome face. He pulled his shirt off, exposing his beautiful, sweaty, furry chest. We kissed a while. He got back to work on my dick. On his way back up, he nibbled and licked my nipples. Then he started putting lube on my cock while he guided me into the corner of the booth. As he lowered his pants he asked me to not shoot inside him because he wanted to swallow it. No problem. He turned around, bent over and backed onto me. His hairy hole felt amazing, easy entry but tight enough for a great fuck. Despite his height, we fit together nicely. We fucked a good long time. When I got close to shooting he pulled off, turned around and started working on my nipples and armpits. I kept stroking. I wanted it to last longer but I wanted to shoot even more. I told him I was ready and he put his wet mouth around my dick head, ready to take my load. I swear, I shot for a solid minute. He kept my dick in his mouth until I got soft. When we were done I noticed we had an audience. Nice.

I spent the rest of the time walking around stroking but without much luck. (Not that I’m complaining or anything.) I got two very good blow jobs at the gloryhole but, despite the skill of the cocksuckers, I just couldn’t get into it. Eventually I just zipped up and headed home.

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April 2, 2005

The 40 ouncer

I left Provincetown in June 2005 and stayed in Philly for a couple of weeks before moving on. As usual, I got together with a bunch men while I was here. Most of them were fun, some not. One turned out to be a little bit of a nightmare’not a major one but I could smell trouble a-brewing.

We met on ManHUNT, I think. When I got to his place in South Philly I saw that he was really tall. He was good-looking enough but he towered over me, at least 14 inches above my head. He lived in one of those South Philly houses that is smaller on the inside than it seems from the outside which made him seem even taller. Well, that and the grandmotherly clutter. At least there weren’t any statues of Saints.

I pretty much like to get the sex out of the way and chat later, if at all. No dice. He had to down a 40 ouncer before we could even start kissing. and, believe me, I tried. (If you ask The Crusher he was smart!) I took a break to piss and was horrified to see that the bathroom was decorated with framed pictures of old movie stars that he had cut out of magazines. I wanted to flee immediately but I couldn't find a convenient way to do it. OK, I’m a coward. I admit it. So there.

But wait! There’s more! He suddenly became obsessed with finding a Cher CD to play as a soundtrack for fucking. CHER! Oh god. There went another 20 minutes, rooting through drawer after drawer of old CDs. “Remember this one??” “Um...no.”

We finally had sex. I don’t remember much about it except that it happened entirely in bed, including all foreplay. I do remember that I enjoyed it and, before I left I politely said I’d be back, Big mistake. I am such an idiot.

I have broadband so I’m listed as online all day and night on hook-up sites. The next day I went out somewhere, probably to The Adonis or a movie. When I got back home there was a shit-load of messages from this guy. He went through an incredible internal drama, accusing me of ignoring him and of being “just like the other Philadelphia queens” who were only interested in sex. He thought I was “better than that,” even though I think I am pretty fucking clear that I am just looking to fuck. He finally realized that he was being a nut and apologized by the last message. He tried to excuse his lunacy with some crap about being mugged and needing someone to talk to. (Doesn’t he have any friends??) I got to read this entire insane diatribe when I got home. I promptly replied that I didn’t want this kind of drama in my life and that he should leave me alone. So far, so good.

I came back to Philly in February. Another message. He apologized for whatever it is that he had done and would I please see him again. (He had no clue.) I said there was nothing he needed to apologize for but i didn’t want him in my drumming circle life. He replied in the affirmative but I blocked him anyway.

Thursday this week I dropped some prescriptions at the pharmacy and there he was, pretending not to see me, quickly burying his head in a magazine. I skedaddled, completely forgetting to give the clerk my information. On the way home, I figured I was glad I didn’t give any of my info out loud.

Today, there was another message on m4m-world: “I saw you today [It was yesterday but, what the hell?] I really want to see you again and only just for straight sex.” I blocked him. I’m unlisted, too.

I have a feeling this is not over. He’s a very lonely man. Sad.

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April 1, 2005

Today’s bottom

Just finished up with this one.

We spoke briefly online a few times last summer, I think, but a hook-up never really worked out. I don’t remember why. It turns out that we’re now neighbors! If you can call someone four blocks away a neighbor. (And I do.) No offense to all you feminine guys, (I’m cracking myself up here!) but this man’s online pics made him seem not so masc. So I was a little hesitant to meet when we had chattted before.

Well, fuck me for waiting. This guy was a beauty. He was tightly muscled from head to toe. Very handsome face, closely trimmed goatee, cropped hair…very good package overall. A tight, sleeveless t-shirt showed off his muscular torso and his hairy, tattooed arms very nicely. Oh, he was very masc, too! ’Cause, as we know, musc ≠ masc.

His mouth was on mine as soon as I closed the door. Within a minute his shirt was off, revealing a beautifully hairy body and more ink. More kissing while I twisted the barbells in his nipples. He unbuttoned my shirt on his way down to his knees. I pulled out my dick. He took a hit of poppers and swallowed it immediately, pulling me closer to him to get it all. He was a greedy cocksucker! I was loving it. After he got down to business for a while, he said, “Why don’t you lie back?” OK, sure! The mattress is on the floor and I made myself comfortable while he took off his pants, revealing a nicely-aged jockstrap. He licked and sucked and rubbed his stubble on my cock and nuts. I was very happy and nowhere even close to shooting.

Then he said he wanted my dick and a nice load in his hole and asked, “How do you want me?” I didn't want to shoot right away so I told him to lie on his stomach with his ass on the edge of the mattress. That’s when I first got my forst good look at what you see in the picture. I swear, the sight of it with all that beautiful hair made me a little woozy. Still, I managed to stay concious and lube his hole. I used my fingers first to get him ready but, after getting four fingers past the knuckles, I figured he really didn’t need much more of that.

Someday I’ll think of a way to accurately describe what the head of my cock feels like entering a hairy asshole but today is not that day. It’s, well, indescribable. He wanted to be fucked hard and that’s what he got. He raised his ass to meet every thrust. I love holding my dick just inside to feel the hair rubbing against my cock head and then start fucking really hard. He’d make noise every time I did it, so I knew he liked it too.

I can fuck for a long time for an old man but eventually I just run out of breath. I can either take a break or just fuck really hard until I shoot (I discreetly keep the inhaler handy!) I had a lot of momentum and he was begging for my load so I pumped his prime ass unti I shot. I was exhausted and he seemed satisfied, too.

He asked me to take a couple of shots of my load leaking out of his ass. No problem! My hands were a little shakey so the ones where I’m spreading his ass to see the cum dripping out are a kinda blurry but I hope the one I used will give you something to touch yourself about.

He cleaned quickly and we made our goodbyes. Nice guy he was, too.

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March 22, 2005

The Adonis

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.

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March 20, 2005

Feet

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.

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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.

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March 12, 2005

Christening!

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.

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February 27, 2005

The Adonis

I got there kind of late for me. Usually I’m there by 11. Last night I got to The Adonis around midnight. It was oddly not very crowded for a Saturday night but the men were good-looking and ready to play.

I went directly to the dark room, undid my pants and started stroking. Within two minutes my dick had a hand and then a hole around it. It was a black guy who’s there all the time and is very persistent. He’s handy to get me started but, if it were up to him, I’d be fucking him and only him all night. Usually I end up having to say no to him more than once. Last night was no exception.

There was a handsome couple there, around my age, both of whom wanted to be fucked. One would talk dirty to the other one, you know how that goes. I did both of them, back and forth for a while. Then, while I was fucking one of them, a really handsome, bearded guy in a starched shirt began to kiss me and play with my balls. he said, ’I want you to fuck me, right here, right now’ and led me to a booth. He stroked me and we kissed for a while. He asked me to take the PA out. Usually i say no but, for him, I did it. He got on his knees and asked me to fuck his face. He made loud choking sounds which drew a crowd. Then he stood up, unfortunately pulled out a condom and put it on my dick. He even had lube with him. Then he bent over and backed up onto me. He was tight, thank god, which kept me hard despite the condom. He was a great bottom. He ground his ass into me when i would slow down and he made lots of noise without sounding like a porno. While I was fucking him, another hot man came into the booth, stroking his fat dick. He began kissing me and playing with my nipples. That did it for me. I shot my load into the condom. I hung around in the booth for a while while they started playing with each other. The bearded guy sucked me some more but, eventually, I had to get outta there and get some air.

This HUGE guy with a goatee came in. I mean really big, built like a linebacker, with a mean look. He was a total bottom! That made me very happy. He did the same thing with everyone he played with. He’d get in front of them reach behind and stroke them to see if they met with his approval. Then he’d do a big hit of poppers, bend over and take what they could give him. He was so big and intimidating, besides being beautiful, that no one refused him that I saw. I played around a little with some other guys in the room, none of it very satisfying. Whenever I got bored, though, I could walk up behind the big guy and know that in a couple of seconds my dick would be buried in his beautful ass.! I think I fucked him five or six times, finally blowing another load in his ass.

There was another guy who spent the entire time I was there bent over a bench. He had so much cum in his ass, I could smell it while I fucked him.

The clerk came downstairs with a flashlight and kicked out a Samoan-looking guy for pissing on the floor. I’ve never seen a clerk leave the booth before in the ten or so years I’ve been going there. Anyway, while he was doing it, he said pissing on the floor was ’unsanitary.’ Imagine. Unsanitary!! At The Adonis!

One guy got all chatty with me and I had to tell him to shut the fuck up. Really, nothing makes for a hotter atmosphere than two fags jawing about nothing, right?

At one point, the big guy was getting fucked in a narrow hallway but he’d straighten up whenever anyone needed to get by, without anyone having to say anything. One queen got all in a lather and vocal about it, even though he could see that people were coing and going with no problem. “Well, are you gonna get fucked in the hall or are you going to do it somewhere else???” Everyone laughed at him and he promptly left the building.

Fun night.

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February 13, 2005

Furry

I decided to stay in a hotel downtown again tonight to be closer to the men in Center City and so I wouldn’t have to take a cab home. So far, so good. When I got there, my PowerBook decided to die so I tool the el back home, packed my desktop computer and monitor in a suitcase and lugged them to the room in a cab. I felt like an idiot and probably looked even worse. Then I realized I left the fucking power cable at home. Another round trip. I started to question my sanity. How much will I put up with to get laid? (Don’t answer that!) I took a nap.

When I woke up I got online. It was slow at first and I started to think all I would get out of the night was a trip to The Adonis. I was saved from that in the nick of time by a young, furry, goateed guy from Center City. I mean really furry, too! This guy was covered in luxurious black hair’except for his head which was shaved. He was very cute, too!

You can’t use the hotel elevators without a room key card so I had to go to the lobby to meet him. Handsome! We started making out as soon as the elevator door closed. I hope the security guys watching the cameras got a good eyefull of that! Then my key didn’t work so we had to go back to the lobby to get another one. That meant two more sesions in the very slow elevators.

When we finally got in to my room we were really ready to play. Shirts were off almost right away. He had really bushy pits which I just love. I hardly had any time to appreciate them, though, since he hungrily licked mine before moving down to my nipples. He undid my pants and I sat on the edge of the bed while he swallowed my dick. this guy was a great cocksucker, bringing me to the edge, then slowing down. he had a beautiful, uncut dick but I never didn’t get to do much with it besides jack him off a little while he sucked mine.

All though our play there was lots of kissing. I LOVE kissing and he was really good at it!

I ended up on my back, head on the pillows while he tried to sit on my cock. He was very tight and we had to try something else. I wanted to look in his eyes while I fucked him so he got on his back. It was still really hard to get it in there but with a lot of lube and patience we managed. Nothing feels better to me than a hairy butt hole rubbing on my dick. We were both grinning while I pumped him. Finally I was ready to pop. He said to shoot whenever I was ready and just a couple more thrusts did the job. I stayed hard a while and fucked him until I lost it.

We made out some more and I chewed on his nipple while he got himself off. We hung out and talked for a while and realized we had a lot in common besides the mutual sexual attraction. He was fun to spend time with as well as a stellar fuck.

Eventually, I had to go out to get some food so we got dressed and he walked me out to the 7-11 and said goodbye. When I got back to the room I didn’t even bother looking for more. He was so much fun I was done for the night.

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February 11, 2005

Kiss or Kill 2

I was roaming the neighborhood, trying to find a store that had a tin of SKOAL to sell me and having no luck. I walked past that guy’s place again and there he was standing on his steps. He invited me in, saying he was kind of hoping I would walk by and we played again, this time in a bed, and we talked quite a bit.

We made out and groped a lot before we got to the bed. Once we got naked and comfy, there was lots of kissing, spitting, pec-punching and we sucked each other’s dicks for a long, long time. His dick is huge and really hard for me to suck but I did my best which is pretty goddam good. He did a great job on mine, too. I would have been satisfied just staring at his beautiful, hairy chest and sniffing his ripe pits. He loves eating my hole and sticking his thick fingers in my ass. He is one of those rare men who actually makes me want him to fuck me. He tried but, getting that big dick in my ass is gonna take some real effort. I'm sure we’ll get the job done eventually! He’s very aggressive.

Anyway, after two hours and some of intense play and equally intense conversation, I had to go. This time we exchanged names and numbers. Our meetings will no longer be by chance, I guess. I’m not sure how I feel about that but we’ll see what happens.

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February 8, 2005

Kiss or Kill

I’m in Fishtown, an old, working-class Philly neighborhood, at rush hour, half a block from a busy El stop and I see a man who looks exactly like the guy in this picture. (Ultimate Fighter Rick Roufus) My jaw nearly hit the concrete. He was loading some boxes into a building. We acknowledge each other in a “Hey bud, what’s up?” kind of way which could mean anything. I keep walking, then turn around and he’s looking! Then he turns away! I stop and pretend talk on my cell phone. He chats with an old woman and glances my way. At this point I’m not sure if he’s interested or he wants to beat me up because I keep looking at him. He goes inside. I walk to the corner. But wait—now he’s walking my way! He goes into the Goodwill store, comes right out, looks at me, heads back to his place and stands on the steps looking. BINGO! I walk up to him, still nervous (This guy looks really mean!), and say, ’Hi, handsome.’ He says, ’You, too, man,’ and opens the door, inviting me inside. PHEW!

We go into what looks like a studio of some kind, full of stuff. Right inside the door he pins me to the wall, sticking his tongue in my mouth. He has huge hands. I am really hard. I know there are hundreds of people rushing around, less than six feet away from us, outside the door and I get more aroused. His t-shirt is torn at the top and I can see a some fur. I reach underneath and feel his hairy, muscular chest to find a nipple. He pulls my jacket off and my shirt over my head. He is sweaty and has a strong smell. He tastes salty all over. I lick his pits. My dick starts fucking throbbing. We kiss some more, licking each other’s necks and faces and mixing our scents.

I reach down and feel a big dick inside his pants. He presses his crotch into mine. As he undoes his pants, he licks my chest and nipples. He pushes me down to suck on his meaty dick. (Really, my hand barely fit around it!) His balls smell and taste of sweat. I reach around and play with his hole. He pulls me up, pins my wrists against the wall and kisses me some more, spitting into my mouth.

He gets on his knees and deep throats my dick. I fuck his face until he chokes. He goes at it a couple more times, urging me with his body language to pump as deep as I can. He turns me around, bends me over and starts licking my hole. I don’t get fucked very often but this guy wouldn’t even have to ask! I am moaning and ready for anything. He sticks a thick finger in my hole. He reaches around front and starts beating me off. I can’t hold off any longer and shoot all over the wall. We’re done.

Finally, we talk. We’ve met before but can’t remember where. I tell him I wasn’t sure on the street if he wanted to have sex with me or kill me and that’s why it took so long for me to say hello. He says that’s part of his charm. No shit! We don’t exchange names or numbers but he says to stop by again. He goes off to walk a friend’s dogs and I go home to take a nap.

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February 6, 2005

The Tina Effect

This guy messages me on ManHUNT tonight. His profile says he’s looking for “feeders” (That’s me!!) and wants “Average to In-shape to Slim guys only” (Definitely not me!) He was persistent, despite my repeatedly telling him that I was not what he was looking for. He also said he was “partying,” which explains a lot about a lot.

We negotiated a hookup for two and a half hours! His first message was at 9:28 PM and his last at 11:58! Can I take out the PA? How many times can I shoot? Can I smoke a cigar while he blows me? Is there parking here? I was completely amused and not really in the mood for sex, so I wasn’t much bothered by the very protracted time-frame. He called just a few minutes after his last message on ManHUNT to say he was leaving and to confirm directions. He had a sexy southern accent.

I am 15 minutes by car, tops, from anywhere in South Philly. An hour and a half later, he messages me to say he came by but I didn’t answer. He said it was cool, though, and we’ll try again but I have to come to his place.

I don’t know where he drove to tonight, but it sure wasn’t here! I know there must have been a good half hour of meth-induced preparation for him to even get out the door and getting around the one-way streets here can be frustrating but an hour and a half? Please. The Crusher thinks he never even left his apartment! I’m inclined to agree.

His picture is growing on me and I’ll give him another go, I think. Christ, I might as well be high! I mean, look at the paneling in his picture and that weird head with the rainbow hat on the radiator. Am I crazy?

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Wasted night

I figure I’ll be smart and get a room in a hotel downtown for the night so I can be more accessible to guys who want to have sex with me. BAD IDEA. Last time I tried this in Philly, my laptop power cable developed a short and the damned thing wouldn’t even start up. Tonight, just as I’m trying to decide which of three sex offers I’d accept, the fire alarms went off in the building and we all had to go out on the street! False alarm, thank god. One of the guys wanted to meet me at a bar which I never do so he was out. I figure I can get the other two to come over at the same time. Then the alarms went off AGAIN! They ended up getting together and I didn’t get another bite I had any interest in. I ended up taking pictures of myself.

If Priceline cooperates, I may try again next weekend, though it might be difficult to get a cheap room on Valentines Weekend. Well see.

Truth be told, everybody has a scenario lately and I just want to have sex. I’m not really into “acting” on the best of nights. After having to walk down ten flights of stairs TWICE it was completely out of the question. I could barely have survived a blow job at that point.

I did get to spend some time with my friend Sky earlier in the evening, so at least that was fun.

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February 5, 2005

The Adonis

It was packed, of course. At times there were a good 30 men in the darkest play space and that’s a lot of meat in that small area. There were even men in the “theaters” and roaming the hallways.

I went right to the dark room. Before my eyes could adjust I had my dick in at at least two asses and a couple of mouths without my having to even do anything but stand there. Once I could see what I was going on, I got a little more selective. There were some very hot men there! One guy who looked like Provincetown’s ex-Town Manager, Mark Latour, really caught my eye. He was into younger, more extreme-looking guys but we played a little bit while he was getting his dick sucked.

There was a tall, very handsome and masculine guy who I liked a lot. He was getting blow jobs from guys sitting on the bench. I felt his ass and it was already nice and lubed. So tall, though! He bent over for me a couple of times but it really wasn’t working and he’d stop. I made the rounds and had more fun (there was a real pig a the gloryhole!) but I kept coming back to that beautiful, hairy ass. I even sucked his dick for a while. (I don’t do that very often in public places. Once guys see you sucking dick, that's all they want from you.)

Finally, I was standing against a wall next to the bench. He reclined on his back with his pants around his knees, smoking a cigarette. Then he rolled over on his side so his hole was facing me. I reached over and his ass was dripping lube. Perfect. I found a good, comfortable postiion and fucked him for a good ten minutes before I unloaded in his hole. I could tell he was loving it as much as I was, too. We found a good rhythm and he backed up onto my dick really hard with every one of my thrusts. It felt great to finally shoot in that hole.

When I was done, I buttoned up my fly and left the building. Before I was out of the room, though, he had already changed to his bent over position and was ready for more dick. Good for him!

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Tom Cat Bookstore

I used to go to the Tom Cat all the time about 15 years ago and it was really great. In fact there was a period of time when I was there nearly every night but I realized it was because I just didn’t want to be home with Douglas, my lover at the time. Anyways, back then it was clean and well-run. There was a pool table, a great juke box and a couple of pinball machines, too, which I love. People could hang out there for sex or just for fun. Then it got run-down and was always empty. Even though I love dirty bookstores I stopped going. I heard they recently put in a “playroom,” so I thought it was time to pay a visit.

IT’S HORRIBLE!!! First of all, there was hardly anyone there even though it was nearly midnight on a Friday in the middle of Philly’s “gayborhood.” (Please kill me immediately if I ever type that word again. Ugh.) They put the playroom where the pool table used to be and enclosed the space. There are a couple of monitors on the wall, two pleather sofas, a cheap japanese lantern and some wierdly 2001-ish tables. It would be hilarious if it weren’t so awful. There was no one in there except two guys in dirty socks sleeping on the sofas. Hey, six dollars is cheap for a warm place to lie down.

Needless to say, I didn’t stay long.

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February 2, 2005

The Adonis

The Adonis is Philly’s premier sex venue, in my opinion. It’s a filthy, odorous, dark, disgusting hole. All that for only ten bucks! I love it. (2022 Sansom St., I think.)

The first floor has a small theater with, maybe, 3 benches and a water fountain, a bathroom (no TP available, though!) and another larger video room with a couple of bench seats. Nothing much happens in either place. They are good places to rest between sessions because there is enough light to make sure you’re not sitting on anything or anyone you’d rather avoid.

The basement is really the heart of the place. After passing through an empty space and down a dark hallway, there is another room. It’s lit by one very dim green light bulb, is divided into three areas by plywood walls, and the back wall of the room has booths with NO DOORS. The larger of the two spaces is almost completely dark and is where most of the sex happens. Really. It’s impossible to see anyone’s face and you have to stare really hard to make out what’s going on. Sometimes the sound is more revealing. (“Slap. Slap.” Oh, they must be fucking!) There are some bleacher type seats but, like The Phoenix they are usually occupied by fat guys who will try to suck anyone who walks by.

On weekend nights this space is sometimes so crowded that it’s a real challenge to get from one end of it to another. Sometimes it’s best to just squeeze into the middle of the room and let what happens happen. And EVERYTHING goes on here. It’s an adventure! I try to stand outside where there’s marginally more light and hope I can follow someone I’m interested in and not lose him.

(Note: Do NOT put any belongings on the floor or kneel directly on it. If you can find the stuff, you’ll be lucky. Also, your stuff and your knees will be covered with things and you probably don’t what to know what they are!)

It’s exactly the kind of scene I love. I can be fucking someone or getting my cock sucked and anonymous hands and mouths are all over me, helping me along. Pure heaven for me.

Tuesday nights, unfortunately, are much more grim, as I found out tonight. There were only about a dozen men and none of them interested me much. I’m sure this was mutual. There were two kind of hot circuit-types there (The Blue Ball was this past weekend) but they were, unsurprisingly, only interested in each other. They grabbed a booth and I could barely even see that they were in there, let alone what they were doing. I could make out lots of kissing sounds and both of them stayed standing, so I assumed they were tina-queens and couldn’t get hard. that certainly didn’t stop them from having a willing audience, though. (Wow. I’m in Philly for two days and I’m already as cynical as I was when I lived here!)

I cruised the big, dark room for a while. A bear-type who wasn’t bad stroked my dick but then he asked me to suck him and I said ’No.’ That was the end of that pretty much. I stood around stroking to two hairy, bearded guys (I felt their faces and chests like a blind guy to find out!) who were sucking and fucking for a while. The bottom grabbed my dick while he was getting fucked, so I was next in line to get in his ass. It was a good one, too. The bear guy came back to kiss me and suck my nipples while I was fucking. I stopped after a while. I don’t remember why.

I cruised around a little longer but eventually headed home after about and hour and a half, unsatisfied. I think I’ll stick to online hook-ups on weeknights while I’m here. I turned down a couple of good ones because I was fixated on going to The Adonis. I’ve got a couple of repeat engagements from when I was last here. They should be fun.

Time for bed!

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January 30, 2005

The Phoenix

The Phoenix was packed last night I got there kind of early for me, around 11:00. There were more bear and muscle-jock types than usual but I put that down to the tourist factor. Its always good to see new dicks and there were a lot of them! since I was early, I took my time, drank a bottle of water and got acclimated.

I couldn’t get a bite at the benches, so I headed to the bathroom and squeezed my way into the back. There was a young black guy there almost too williing to suck my dick. He was a stellar cocksucker, for sure, but I didn’t want to shoot so early in the evening so I pulled out before I gave him a mouthful of cum. He was into making out and kissing but I really wasn’t wanting to do that, at least with him.

There was a cigar-smoking, hairy stud who really caught my interest, though. He was a little too much into the silent act but he was so hot I dealt with it. I started rubbing his ass and this got him interested. He started to play with my nipples and stroke my cock. He moved my had to his balls so I could feel he had a heavy-weighted leather bag attached to them. I pulled hard on them while I got a taste of his ripe pits. He got really into it then and we exchanged some cigar smoke. This went on for a while. I really wanted to fuck him, but I knew with his strong, silent thing going on, it would take a while. Eventually, I said I needed some air and went back out to the bar.

Ric was out there. We had planned to meet another guy there and go back to Ric’s place for a threesome but we couldn’t find the guy and decided to go it alone. Turns out this was our first one-on-one together. I told him I knew I wouldn’t last long, being tired and having shot multiple loads the night before but we had lots of fun anyway!

Ric is a GREAT kisser and it almost never fails to get me rock hard. He has a well-equipped play room, too. He got in a makeshift sling on the end of his bed and I fucked his beautiful hole until I ran out of breath. His nipples can take so much abuse that I can use them to hold on to him while I’m fucking. Incredible! Then we got down to the real business of fisting. His hole is amazing. He doesn’t get a hand very deep but it goes in really smoothly and stays tight. I got farther into his ass than ever, four finger in the second ring!

Ric is definitely my favorite play-buddy in New Orleans, but after two hours I ran out of steam. He tried to sweet-talk me into staying longer but I just couldn’t do it. Still, passing The Phoenix on the way home, I had an obsessive urge to stop in again and finish myself off. This being my last Saturday of Mardis Gras. I thought I should take advantage. I took the high road and went home. Aside from it being rude to Ric, I was dead tired.

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January 29, 2005

The Phoenix

New Orleans is crowded already for Mardis Gras which means The Phoenix is crowded, too. Next weekend is the final one but I won’t be here for that. Carnival is early this year, doesn’t coincide with Spring Break (thankfully) and it’s pretty cold, so the crowds aren’t what they normally are. Still, it’s pretty gaddam good!

I got there around midnight as usual and was surprised that the downstairs looked like a regular Friday night. Upstairs was a little more crowded but by the time I left, around 2:00, it was really packed.

I didn’t waste any time. As soon as I went into the bathroom I was pinned against the wall by a very hot, hairy, bearded fireplug-type in a leather vest. He had a nice fat dick but wasn’t really interested in having it played with. We made out for a while and got into some nipple play. His were prominent and thick—easy to find in all that fur. His mouth moved down to my neck, then my nipples. He was leaning over to get at them, so I had to let go of his cock. It didn’t take him long to move on down to suck me. He was good but I could tell what he really wanted.

He stood up, we kissed some more, then he turned around and guided my dick into his hairy ass. I loved the feeling of his butt hair rubbing against my cock. I wanted to make it last longer but he begged for my load. He got a big one, too. It was dripping out of him after I pulled out. I grabbed some with my fingers and he licked them clean.

I went back out to the bar for some air, thinking I might even be done for the night. I drank a bottle of water and reconsidered. I hung aout around the benches, played a little with some guys and was rude to a couple of arrogant gay ’jock’ types. (What a joke that subculture is!) These guys might be used to people clearing a path for them in their world but things are a little different in a place like this. I mean, we’re all in a dark room trying to get off, right? None of us are all that.

I returned to the bathroom and squeezed my way to the back corner. I started playing with a tall guy in a filthy jock with his t-shirt up around his neck. He was a good kisser. I was covered in sweat and he loved licking it. He wanted my piss but I couldn’t oblige. He really got into eating my pits, which must have been pretty rank by that time. He said he wanted somebody to shoot a load in them so he could lick it clean. A tall, hairy long-hair joined in and so did a smooth, short muscle-guy. the guy in the jock sucked us all but he kept looking at me while he did it. The muscle guy bent over and sucked the man in the jock and I fucked his ass. It was really tight but I managed. He finally left after getting himself off. Jock-man licked the long-hair’s balls, helping him while he whacked off. I shot on the hippie’s balls so the jock guy could eat it.

Then I needed some fresh air. Getting out of the packed bathroom was a real challenge.

Not bad for a Friday.

Ric is planning a small party for tonight but it seems to be falling apart. We’ll see.

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WS

I’ve got an extensive online profile on nearly every gay “dating” site in the universe. I clearly say my list of interests is complete. “If you don’t see it here, I’m not into it!” Still, people see what they want to see. They’re always asking me if I’m into, well, watersports, mostly. I also get a lot of responses from scat, serious bondage, kidnapping and slave types too, but, call me old-fashioned, I like sex in which people actually have sex.

I have nothing to say about scat but I have been seriously frustrated by this watersports thing. I’d really like to do it. I’ve been a WS bottom once or twice in my life and that’s kind of satisying. Unfortunately, even at 51 years old, I’m incredibly pee-shy. I could be having to piss so badly that I’m bent over, holding my groin and screaming. Then, when I finally get to a bathroom, if the urinals don’t have walls between them, I have to go to a stall. At a urinal or, god forbid, a trough, I could be in mid stream and as soon as someone walks into the room, everything stops. I can stand there and stroke my dick like they do in porn, but urinate? Not a chance. It’s CRAZY! I feel like a five year-old!

Anyways, I’m asking if any of the four or five people who read this blog have any suggestions. I’m at a loss here. You can leave them as comments, which I would prefer or email them to me directly. I’d really appreciate any help at all.

Thanks.

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January 24, 2005

My Film Debut

So I was in a porn film for Hot Desert Knights on Saturday night. (That’s their logo on the left in case you were trying to figure it out.) They specialize in fisting and bareback features.

I was incredibly nervous about it. Not about performing, really, but I had the usual feelings about being too fat or too old. Bill, the director, assured me that I was just fine but I wasn’t really convinced. Nonetheless, I signed the releases and got down to business.

My “costars” in the scene were my friend Ric and a young muscular guy I’d never met. we were told to start playing just like we normally would and Bill took a bunch of still pictures for promotion, the box cover and online galleries. Then he just started taping, giving minimal direction, like moving our arms out of the way of the camera or repositioning ourselves a little bit. It was easy. The only real problem was that the play space was fucking freezing. It was 35 degrees outisde and only one room had any heat!

We had a good time. The young guy was a real pig and had someone’s body part in his hole almost the entire time. He was a great bottom and was happy to take whatever we could give him.

It was a threesome which seemed kind of awkward to me. When Ric was fucking or fisting the bottom, I had to figure out what to do. I think in “real life” I would have been more comfortable. I might even have just taken a break. I figured it was best to stay in the action, though. Also, I’m not very vocal which doesn’t bother me in a film but, again, it seemed to be what the director wanted.

We were done in about three hours and then had to prepare for the cum shots. I said I wouldn’t be able to do one in the position I was in and that was OK with Bill. It took the other two guys a while, though, and we were there for another hour or so while we got those done. This doesn’t really mean anything since there is quite a bit of pressure to get these right.

All in all, I’d do it again in a second. It’s easy money if nothing else, doing what I probably would have been doing anyway. I’m sure next time I won’t be so nervous.

I wish this post was “hotter,” and it was while I was doing it but, after a couple of days, this is how I remember it.

Another good thing is that Bill and I discussed licensing some footage from my adult web site. that’s great news for me since those tapes are just sitting in a box in Provincetown.

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January 22, 2005

Up

I was really cranky when I got upstairs at The Phoenix tonight. I thought it would take about five minutes before I slugged someone for jostling me. (I hate being knocked around!) Luckily, this didn’t turn out to be true. The jostling didn’t stop, I just didn’t hit anyone or start screaming like a lunatic’not very sexy.

There was a really fat guy reclining totally naked on one of the benches, sucking any dick that came his way. He sucked mine until I got hard and I headed to the bathroom. It was crowded and totally dark. I managed to sqeeze into the middle of the room and just stood there with my hands in my pockets. I figured I just needed to get off and go, since I wasn’t in the mood to be around anyone in the first place. My dick was in a couple of mouths and nearly as many butts, but I have no idea who they were or what they looked like.

Out at the bar, I ran into a guy I play with there a lot. His jeans were soaked from someone pissing on him. We kissed some and he sucked me for a while. He got busy emptying his bladder in a piss-pig’s mouth. Piss ain’t my thing so I looked elsewhere for some fun.

Back out by the benches a really hot guy with a bandana on his head and a dark goatee caught my eye. He was on his knees servicing a bear-type who pretty hot too. I walked over and helped them along, kissing the bear and playing with the other guy’s nipples. They both stood up and we all kissed and stroked each other’s cocks. Bandana guy got down again and started sucking my dick. He was GREAT! He was determined to get my load and , with some help from the bear, he did. He stood up right away and kissed me hard, giving me my load back. I love that.

He pulled me back so he was against the wall and we made out some more. Man, this guy was really fun and 1even hotter than I thought at first. He spread sweat from my shaved head on my face and licked it off. Then he said, “I want you to fuck me,” and pulled my shirt and leather suspenders down. Dammit! Why the hell didn’t you say that before you sucked a load out of me? Given that I had to “perform” in a film the next night, I wanted to leave while I still had some sexual energy left. I had to beg off. Too bad.

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January 20, 2005

Porn Star

I got a call tonight from a friend. He asked if I wanted to be in a Hot Desert Knights bareback/fisting film being made in NOLA this weekend. Of course, I said, “HELL YEAH!!” More details as I get them. YIPPEE!!

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January 15, 2005

The Phoenix

Typical Friday, not very crowded, very dark upstairs. I headed straight to the upstairs bathroom where there’s always at least a little light. Turns out it was a good idea. I yanked it out and got hard in an instant. Within a minute there was a hairy ass impaled on my dick. A nice one too! Meanwhile my ass is getting eaten by some other guy. I pounded as long as I could and tried to take a break.

The ass-eater was persistant. He stood up and started kissing me. Then he took a hit of poppers and backed up onto my dick. Luckily, he did most of the work and he had a great ass. I noticed a regular Phoenix play buddy in the corner and he joined in for a bit. I pulled out and went downstairs to get some air and, unfortunately, clean up a bit. The second guy was kinda drunk and wasn’t exactly “prepared,” if you get my drift.

Back upstairs and I couldn’t get a bite for a while. I ended up at the bar talking to my play buddy. The first guy I fucked in the bathroom joined us and turned out to be an over-talker, who was so boring it was almost violent. I managed to change the subject and get him bent over. I fucked him again while he sucked off my friend. My buddy got distracted by another guy and disappeared somewhere. After a lot of effort, I finally shot a load in his ass. He wanted to chat, of course, but I made my excuses and left the bar.

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December 30, 2004

The other me

I’m not always sitting at the computer typing, as if anyone cares about anything I have to say. Sometimes I sit at the computer maintaining an adult web site, unconnected with this one. (That’s a picture of me, hard at work, on the left.) Things were going along quite nicely for years with minimum effort, providing me with an adequate income. Then everything changed.

iBill, the company who processes the credit card payments for my site, started having some financial problems. Actually, they were huge financial problems. They continued taking my customers’ monthy subscription fees but stopped paying me. In fact, they haven’t made a pay-out since the 1st of October. iBill is the largest company in the world who provide this service, so I’m not alone in this, by the way. They didn’t bother telling anyone about this situation until two days before they stopped payments. As of January 1, 2005, they will be holding three months worth of what is, for all intents and purposes, my salary. After three months of excuses on their web site and many unreturned phone calls, I’m essentially broke.

I know, boo-hoo, poor, destitute pornographer. Who cares? Well, I ain’t asking for sympathy, I'm just ranting and getting this out there.

I can switch to another company and have actually started that process. Unfortunately, it involves paying a hefty yearly “registration fee” required by VISA for “high risk” (meaning adult) sites. Since I haven’t been payed in such a long time this will essentially clean me out. Also, this will only be for my new customers. My other customers, some of whom have been with me for years will continue to pay money to iBill which I, most likely, will never see. Word on the adult webmaster street is that iBill will declare bankruptcy and the thousands of people they owe money to will be up the proverbial creek.

The InterNext porn convention is in Las Vegas next week. If iBill has a presence there’and they normally do’they will be converged upon by angry customers. And they certainly should be. If they don’t show up, they’ll be sending a really depressing message to their customers. We’ll see, I guess. The guys I’m staying with will be attending the convention. I’ll keep you informed.

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December 19, 2004

Cigar Daddy?

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

Getting used to being called Daddy was painful but, at least, I didn’t have to do much. Saying, “Good boy!” every now and then during sex, stupid as it felt, seemed to do the trick. I slowly got used to it, mostly because it got me laid. Then I posted profile pictures of myself smoking a cigar and things really changed. Now I’m supposed to somehow incorporate cigar smoking into fucking. I’m not very verbal during sex to begin with. I prefer keeping my mouth shut and making intimate eye-contact. It was easy to sit back and enjoy a great blow job and a good cigar at the same time. Now I have to blow smoke at my “boy” and use my brain to come up with “hot” things to say, like “How do you like sucking your cigar-smoking Daddy-bear’s dick?” That sounds preposterous to me in any situation. While I’m getting my dick sucked it’s an incredible distraction.

When I first started smoking cigars, I thought, “I must really look like a pretentious asshole.” I took some pictures of myself with my camera phone just to prove to myself that I should never smoke a cigar in front of anyone. Surprisingly, I looked good! Damn. I figured, what the hell, I need new pics anyway, so I performed some Photoshop magic to make them acceptable for public consumption—mostly making sure my eyes weren’t Frankenstein-like black holes—and I posted them. The e-mail started pouring in. Suddenly I was popular again!

I know. Everyone should have such problems at 51. Humor me.

Sexual role-playing is something I’ve always tried to avoid, since, for me, it restricts intimacy. (I’m not sure what role-playing and other sexual accessories mean for other people. I could be shallow and say they’re trying to work out some childhood trauma but I don’t really believe it.) It might seem strange to regular readers of this blog but intimacy is ultimately what I'm after. For me, man-to-man sex, even with someone whose face I never see and whose name I don’t care about, is not only a unique, necessary and irreplaceable expression of male intimacy but it’s an important political act as well. Forget about running around in the woods, drumming in the nude. Having sex with each other is the one important ritual that has lasted through the milennia and the one that still means something.

There are a lot of people—even, depressing to say, gay people—who want us to believe that sex without what Rufus Wainwright calls “the steel-eyed vampire of love” is wrong. Don’t believe them. They want to destroy you. Remember, sex is GOOD.

Wow. And I was just going to write about a disappointing sexual encounter I had last night.

Anyway, this guy wrote to me every day for about a week, saying he was going to be stoppping in NOLA for a night on his way from Austin TX to Florida and that he really wanted to get together with a “cigar-smoking Daddy” like ME. He couldn’t stop yapping about it online. I got multiple IMs and e-mails every day. Besides hating that kind of pressure to perform, I start to think a guy’s insane or high or something.

Still, I met him early last night in his hotel room. He was really good-looking, despite not looking like his pictures, taller and younger-looking than I thought he’d be. So-far, so-good. His scenario was that he would blow me while I smoked a cigar and then I’d shoot a load in his ass. I think it would have worked for me if there was a comfortable chair in his room. I know it sounds like a minor complaint but, like I said, I’m not very comfortable in this role to begin with, so I couldn’t sustain it just standing there looking down at the top of his head and around the room. Don’t get me wrong, he was good, the problem was completely my own. Luckily, my erection was strong and I figured we ought to move on to Act Two. He wanted to ride me and he was very good at it. Eventually I figured I wasn’t going to be able to give him the load he wanted, at least not in that position and we ended up beating off together.

I was disappointed but he insisted he loved it. I went home and stared at the computer screen the rest of the night. I guess I was satisfied, too, since I was home by 9:30 and didn’t go out again. Who knows? Maybe I’m better at this than I give myself credit for. Oooh, that’s a good one!

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December 18, 2004

Staying in

For the very first Friday night since I moved here, I didn’t go to The Phoenix. Expect Hell to freeze over any minute. I’m not sure if I was too lazy or I’m just smartening up a little.

I am meeting a man from out-of-town around dinner time tomorrow and he expects a lot. Now that should be intesting! I’m the first thing on his New Orleans agenda. Oh, the pressure. (See “Cigar Daddy??” above.)

Good night.

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December 12, 2004

Party

NOLAKOC (New Orleans Krewe of Crisco) had their monthly fetish party tonight at the Uptown dungeon. Given recent non-events, I decided it would be a good idea to be armed with some Levitra. I’m glad I did, too, because there were thirty-three men there! Incredible! There was something for everyone, assuming ’everyone’ is into kink of some kind or another. As usual, the main course was fisting but there was also some SM, water-sports and a large dildo attached to a Milwaukee Sawzall, among other things. I got to meet some men in person who I’d talked to online, too, which was great.

The usual suspects were there but I hardly had time to play with any of them. It was great to see Kevin,a friend from Baton Rouge who came to my place in Provincetown two years ago. Aside from being a hot, talented and insatiable fisting bottom, he’s a sweet, warm man. He had to remind me to grease my arm to the elbow in advance!

R and I played again. He said men had been rough with his hole earlier in the night and asked me to be as well. No problem! Later, I got to put my hand in his ass again while he put his in a man in a sling. That’s fast becoming a favorite for us. I love it but it’s hard to find a comfortable position. We’ll have to keep working on it.

I met an very hot, masculine man from out-of-town with a shaved head and longish beard. He had extremely arousing body odor. We really clicked—lot’s of kissing, licking and tit play while he was getting his ass played with and fucked in a sling. We made out later but, unfortunately, didn’t get into anything heavier before he had to go. I’m sure looking forward to seeing him at the next party.

One other guy and I had a lot of chemistry. He’s a big, really hairy, bearish man, younger than me, with a goatee and large pointy sideburns. He spent a lot of time playing with another hot man and I thought they were a couple but it turns out they weren’t. I fucked him a couple of times, first standing up, then twice in a sling. I ended up in the sling for the first time in years. He ate my ass, the other guy kissed me and tweaked my nipples and a third one sucked my dick. Damn. He was the best ass eater I can remember. It felt GREAT! He wanted to fuck me and I would have let him, too, but I wasn’t prepeared, if you know what I mean. We exchanged numbers, so it could still happen.

Every time I felt like I needed a break, I’d go to the refrigerator to get a soda and try to sit down and relax for a while. It never lasted longer than a few minutes before I’d be sticking some part of my anatomy into someone. It was really fun but exhausting and after four hours I really had to leave. Believe it or not I had to resist the temptation to drive to The Phoenix before I went home but resist I did. I’m not showering until morning so I can enjoy the odors while I fall asleep.

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December 5, 2004

Small party

R and I met at The Phoenix. We were supposed to meet a couple of other guys for some play back at R’s place. We played around separately for a while upstairs but finally decided it wasn’t working for either of us and left. Luckily, we ran into John, one of the potential playmates on our way out. D was working and said he’d meet us at the house later. I did a bump in the car and we were on our way.

John, it turns out, was very hot-looking but a little weird for my taste. (Hard to believe, I know!) He talked too much, for one thing. When he’d stop talking and actually do something like kiss or play with a nipple, he’d only do it for a second or two and go back to the dirty talk. He said he was a bit uncomfortable, not knowing anyone, but I wasn’t buying it but I don’t know why. (I think he might have been nervous because he’s negative. Who knows?)

I got a bit further into R’s ass then I had before, which was really fun. He’s always a good time! Then John helped out with some ass play, too. He has big, hairy arms and R really got off on watching them work his ass in the mirror above the bed.

D arrived around 3AM and got right in the sling. R fisted him for a while and then needed a break. He played with John for a while and I got busy with D. The last time I had my hand in his ass, I couldn’t get much past mt wrist. He’s really into depth so it was kind of unsatisfying for both of us. This time though, having been opened up nicely by R, he nearly got my elbow in his ass. My forearms, while not very muscular, are a lot wider than R’s, so I was really surprised.

I rested and watched porn for a while while R and D played again. I got up to hold R’s cock when he pissed in D’s ass. He squirted it back out into R’s mouth. Very hot!

They kept playing and John made it his business to get me hard and close to shooting while I watched more porn. I didn’t shoot because I wanted to give it to R, but I couldn’t sustain the mood long enough for him to get to it. Next time, I hope.

All in all, a good night. Bed time.

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December 4, 2004

The men from Lafayette

Well, they were kinda late, but they did show.

They were HOT, too, as well as being really nice, regular guys. At 7:30 AM, over four hours after we talked online, they finally knocked on the door. I was really asleep, so I was pretty groggy for the first few minutes but once we got down to business I was wide awake. (A little bump didn’t hurt either!)

When we chatted earlier I warned them that I had already shot a few loads and that my body might not be very cooperative. Despite that and the bump I had no problem at all! I fucked them, they fucked each other and we all kissed a lot, sucked a lot and ate some hairy ass. I finally had to give up, but not until noon. That made four and a half hours of non-stop action!! (as they say in porn video ads) Thanks, guys!

I finally got back to sleep at 1PM. Whew!

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The Phoenix

I don’t know why but The Phoenix really got on my nerves tonight. Kelly was there and I fucked him with everything I had but I just couldn't shoot for him. He wanted me to do some stuff with him then spend the night but I declined. H’™s nice, and certainly hot sex, but I know I just couldn’t listen to him all night long. There wasn’t much else there I was interested in and I left in less than an hour.

I got back home and got online, of course. Not much there either. As I was about to sign off, two really good-looking guys from Lafayette offered to drive here to “service” me. It took a while but I finally gave in. It’ll take them a couple of hours to get here, so I’m going to sleep and they’ll knock on the back door to wake me up when they arrive. We’ll see if it even happens.

Good night.

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November 28, 2004

The Phoenix

What can I say?? Some great nights make up for all of the dull, pointless, irritating ones.

The light in the upstairs bathroom at The Phoenix had been unscrewed so it was really dark. In less than than a minute I was being felt up by Kelly, who said he wanted to feel my PA in his ass. I ended up fucking him against the back wall. I had caught a quick glimpse of him when some light spilled in from the bar. He was hairy, heavily tattooed, had a shaved head and was wearing only a leather vest. He was slightly shorter than me, too, whch made stand-up fucking much easier than usual, since I’m only 5' 4“. (In fact, later, he stood on a bench so a really tall guy could fuck him more easily!!) Anyway, just after I shot in his ass, I realized he and I had ”met“ online, maybe two years ago, and we have been corresponding ever since. Small world.

We spent most of the next three hours playing with other guys there. He was into getting fucked by as many men as he could and wanted to suck my dick while he was doing it. I shot three loads in his hole.

One of the guys was a cute Brit named Paul (unfortunately, cut) who was loads of fun. He was shaved all over, but still very hot. He had a thing for spit. He’d spit on my bald head and spread it around my skull and on my face. Very hot. We traded pit stink, too, and I fucked him. We agreed to meet again on Sunday at his hotel.

There was a beautiful daddy-bear type who I just couldn’t figure out. He responded well when I finally gave in and started playing with him. He stroked my cock for a while. Then he got distracted by a black man and they went into the bathroom together. I sat back down on the bench and in a couple of minutes he sat down next to me, the black man stood in front of him and they continued what they had started in the bathroom. I began rubbing his back and he turned to me and said, ”Please, stop doing that.“ OK, did you sit here just to torture me??? It was time to go anyway.

Kelly and I went to The Clover Grill in the Quarter for a burger. He talked quite a bit. I was really tired and and the music was deafening so I just tuned everything out. Sorry, Kelly. He’ll be back this weekend and I will fuck his sweet ass again.

Home at 5:45 AM. Yikes.

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November 25, 2004

Taking the T-Train

Two, yes TWO, meth-heads in one day.

First one was a completely shaved guy who’s been after me for a while. I’m not generally interested in men who are that smooth but this guy was relentlessly pursuing me so I finally said yes. He lives about a half an hour from here in St. Bernard Parish and he asked me to bring poppers and lube. I had to wait for a train to pass and a draw bridge to close, so it took me closer to an hour to get there. There was some great COPS-like police action happening on his street, which was kind of fun. (“GET ON THE GROUND!!!”) His house was grossly Country-Kitchen. I should have known.

Although he claims to be “tight and toned,” the tina has started working it’s magic and he’s gotten a little soft. Still, he was pretty hot. Like a classic meth-head, he really just wanted to get fucked. It was fun as far as it went but I can’t really get into instantly fucking a guy I’m not that into. It’s no problem for me in a group when I’m already aroused, but this wasn't really working for me. Now, this was a hole a lot of guys would die for, but it just wasn’t doing it for me. Despite the embarassment I was grateful when the stench of his constant popper-sniffing made me lose my hard on. I acted suitably ashamed and left quickly, hoping I would catch the end of the crime action outside. No dice in that department, either. Damn.

Next up, a very hot, hairy, bearded man I’ve been chatting with online since I was here in February. It was another long drive, this time to Jefferson Parish. I got there around midnight, after he’d packed but before he left for a trip to his parents for Thanksgiving weekend. His house was over-stuffed and over-draped for such a masculine man to be living in alone, in my opinion. I guess that’s something I’ll have to get used to, living here.

Anyways, he was sexy but…

Before I got there he went to see a friend to get “party favors” for his trip. So, no kissing, no erection, lots of lying on the floor stoking to porn and LOTS of talking. Sigh.

I’m beginning to agree with GeekSlut who has completely given up fucking with tina-heads. We’ll see.

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November 24, 2004

Preemies

OK. Three guys in a row cum when we’re just getting started. Am I that good, or so bad that they just want to get outta here toot sweet?? I’m almost afraid to think about it.

First, R from the party on Saturday. We were fairly well into play but not nearly as far as we usually are when he shoots. He had also been topping other guys most of the night, so let’s not count him. Also, he reads this blog and I don’t want him to feel badly. (Oops.)

Early this afternoon, a Latin guy came over. We set it up online last night. He wasn’t quite what his picture showed but not that completely different, either. He was moussed to death, for one thing, slightly perfumed and dressed for work. (In slacks!!) Nice beefy body, though, and uncut cock. We played around some and he assumed the position—that's on his back with his ankles on my shoulders. I really liked piercing his tight, hairy hole. Then, within 60 seconds, BOOM! He came without even touching himself. I pulled out but he asked why and said to keep fucking him, so I did. As I continued pounding his ass, he said his shooting so soon was a compliment to my skill. I don’t believe it. Anyway, he quizzed me on my previous relationships and asked me why I wasn’t looking for another one, so I won’t be seeing him again, that’s for damn sure!

About an hour ago a guy came over who’s been asking me to get together since I moved here and always calls me “Sir.” Says he wants to service me any way, anytime, anyplace. I was finally horny enough to deal with the “Sir” thing but warned him I was really only in the mood for the basic suck ’n’ fuck. He agreed to that. He showed up and instantly took off all his clothes and started sucking my dick. Good thing, too, or I would have had time to notice his helmet hair and that he might be using someone else’s picture. He was a good cocksucker, so I decided to put those concerns behind me for a while.

Once we got into the bedroom I made him take off my boots and service me some more. I knelt on a chair and had him eat my ass for a while. He was great at that, too! That’s when he said he was gonna shoot. Damn. After that, he completely lost interest in sex, of course, but I insisted that he help me get off. With some reluctance, he did and I shot my load. What nerve!! I went from “Sir” to the day old bin in a matter of seconds. Wow.

Things can only get better, I guess.

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November 21, 2004

Party

Dull day today. Slept through most of it. I finally had to leave the house to buy food because I was starving to death.

The party last night was really fun, though. I got there around 11. It was in the basement of a big house uptown. Four slings, bed, WS room, snacks, beverages, anything you'd want. Oh, and 15 or so hot men, not a bad one among them, some men I hadn’t met before. I was kind of tired to begin with but I managed to have my share of fun. I think I'm going to have to add some ED stuff to my pharmacopeia if I want to keep running at this pace. Tonight was a bit of a trial in that department.

It was told it was a “fetish” party but, as usual, there was lots of fisting and not much else. I didn't mind. My buddies R and his lover K were there and D who I met at the last party. D had a long, very hot session with R but overloaded a bit on the poppers which didn't sit well with some Cialis and so had to recuperate for about an hour before he left. He still wasn’t feeling well when I saw him later outside The Phoenix. “Everything was fine unti I got out of the sling!” Pretty funny.

I had my usual fun with R, a great kisser who loves to be punch-fucked. I did my best. He shot before I really got into it and I always take that as a compliment. He’s not a “depth” guy, which I like because I feel like I have more control over what I’m doing. (As if.) Anyway, next time I’ll have to remember to stick my cock in his ass a little earlier and more often in the process. He’s a hot one and so is his other half who should come to town MORE OFTEN!!

There was a cute younger bear who really wanted my dick in his ass, even after he had a couple of really big ones in there. I did my best and he kept coming back for more but I don’t feel like I gave him my best. I’m sure we’ll try again soon.

The highlight of the party, for me anyway, was definitely L, a tall, very handsome bearded top with a very big dick. He had much more interest in me than I ever would have supected but I ain’t complaining! What a pig! He ate ass like a champ, kissed very passionately and sucked a mean dick. I even managed to deep throat him with no problem at all which isn’t something I do very well under the best of circumstances. I would definitely have bottomed for him if I had been better prepared.

L ended up on his back on the bed with the young bear riding his dick. L’s head was hanging over the end of the bed and several of us took turns fucking his throat. I had no trouble at all keeping my erection doing that, trust me. He asked me for my load and, again, I just couldn’t shoot, dammit!

Then…when I was leaning in to kiss him, he asked me if I wanted to pop his cherry! I’m sure it had already been “popped” more than once and the tina may have been talking at that point, but who wouldn’t have said yes to that? Unfortunately, after that he hopped in the shower and I used toys to fuck two guys at once, a first for me.

Thre was more, like fisting R while he was fisting K and L sucked my dick but I think you get the picture.

Then I was exhausted and gave L a ride to The Phoenix. I headed upstairs and lost track of him. Another guy I fucked with at the party was there. He introduced me to a couple of Phoenix regulars and he and I made out some before I disappeared into the crowd in the blackness. In the bathroom sucked off a fillthy-talking skinny guy from Baton Rouge I play with sometimes. Otherwise the crowd started getting me cranky and I figured it was time to go home.

No wonder I slept all day!

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Tired

I went to a sex party tonight and I’m fucking exhausted. I’ll write about it tomorrow. It was fun!!

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November 20, 2004

The Phoenix

Finally, after almost three weeks of bronchitis and lingering congestion—yes, even through my trip to OKC—I feel normal again! Time to go to The Phoenix!!

The Phoenix is the good “back room” bar in New Orleans. Actually, the whole second floor is the back room. The upstairs is also the New Orleans Eagle. So, if you’re ever trying to find The Eagle and can’t find a sign for it, that’s because the sign is inside The Phoenix, at the bottom of the stairs. Why? I don’t know.

In a refreshing change from the rest of the back room bars in the country, sex here has become more open with the passage of time. Men even fuck at the bar while they’re drinking. It’s funny.

I got there around 11:30 and there wasn’t much of a crowd yet but the bathroom was packed. I let my eyes get used to the dark and drank my bottle of water. There were a couple of leather/muscle guys in half-harnesses and nothing much else doing what they do best which is fuck in front of people and not let anyone touch them. Tourists. I helped a hot man look for his, probably stolen, wallet but thought it would be kind of tasteless to ask for sex after that. (He was still there an hour and a half later trying to put my hand on his cock but by that time I was kind of over it.)
There was a skinny hairless guy sitting on the bench sucking whoever waved their dick in his face. He wasn’t very appealing to me but he was sucking a handsome, hairy, kinda tweaked, shaved-headed, goateed guy, so I horned in. I started playing with the hairy guy’s nipples and he directed things from there.

The skinny guy sucked me some. For a while I though all the hairy one could say was “Bust one up his ass, man. Bust one up his ass, man." So I plowed the guy’s hole while he sucked the tweaker’s soft dick. I could smell other loads in his ass. I fucked and fucked but no dice. I finally shot on his face while he was still sucking cutie-pie who, by the way, had a couple of my fingers up his ass. Turns out I shot too soon ’cause a minute later he was getting fucked, dammit. I wish it had been me but, on the other hand, I really needed to shoot one. The skinny guy wanted me to come over his place and fuck him some more but I wasn’t into it.

I got a another bottle of water and leaned against the wall next to the electric chair. I started playing with a guy I've played with before here and who I talk with online sometimes. He was an insanely good kisser and I remembered his furry butt. He got me hard again in no time but I knew I couldn't give him the load he wanted. He sucked me anyway and was really into my rank jock. I could taste it on his moustache when we kissed. I had to go but we are going to the same play party tomorrow and I promised to fuck him there.

I got lost on the way home and got an impromptu tour of Metarie. I'm tired now. Goodnight.

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November 13, 2004

John

Well, no nap for me! Finishing shaving my head at the mirror, I noticed someone staring in the window. Wow, handsome!! I dried off my skull and went to the door.

John was friendly, good-looking, naturally masculine, hairy and looking to play. And what a great kisser! We got so into that, it took us a while to get out of our clothes and into the bed. Lots of pit-licking, nipple and ass play while we tried to figure out who was topping—not that I had any doubt about it! He was sucking the two fingers I just had up his ass when I told him what a hot hole he had. Then he asked me what I wanted to put up there. Well, my dick and then my hand, of course. And I did.

Damn, what a talented hole this man had. Incredible muscle control. He was nice and tight for fucking and then he opened right up for my forearm. I love feeling the head of my cock as it pierces a hairy hole and he liked squeezing it when I entered him. I was in fucking heaven. He liked getting fucked deep and he ground his ass into me, not letting me pull out for another plunge. I had to stop, though, or I would shoot and have to recover before I could do anything else, and I had to get my hand in there. Really. I had to.

I managed to pull out. I grabbed the lube and poured some on my hand. He understood instantly. More kissing and pit-licking (we were both nice and ripe now) as I worked more fingers into his ass. Finally, he got on his hands and knees and let me know he was ready. There was some effort but he swallowed my hand pretty easily. Then he pushed and pushed until I was up to the elbow. Damn.

He asked me to pull out and then push back in again. Then he did something I’ve never seen or felt before: Using only his muscles, he pushed my arm out and then sucked it back in over and over again! It was amazing and got me rock hard again. He did the same thing upright on his knees, too!

Back on his hands and knees, he begged me to stretch his hole using both hands. I got both in past the wrists and couldn’t go any farther. I clasped my hands inside him and pushed my arms away from each other but no dice.

I was ready to pop and said so. He asked me to hold on a little while longer. He got on his back with a couple of pillows under his ass and I punch fucked him with my fist, sometimes just twisting my hand in his hole.

Finally, I put my hand and my dick in at the same time and I jacked myself inside him until I shot. I kept them both in there until he got himself off, too.

Whew!

We cleaned up, made out a little more and he left. I sure wouldn’t mind playing with this one again.

I’m starving!

Posted by HighStrungLoner in Sex at 8:15 PM
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A tiger and a pig

Nice nap. Met Keith for dinner. Damned if he didn't have a stunning COLT model with him who he hired to dance at the Copa. This guy, Tyger, was fucking beautiful. I thought my ribcage was gonna bust when he hugged me. He has an incredible body and it’s from working as a stonemason where he lives in Portland OR. He doesn't workout at all! Seductive as he is, he’s not enough to make me wish I'd gotten a real job and didn't sit on my ass all day.

Back at my room, it was a slow night, cold and wet, without much cruising going on for a Friday night. At one point I went to the Copa and talked to Tiger after he'd been go-go-ing for a while. I was enjoying his odor; it was nice and arousing to me but not really strong or anything. Then Keith suddenly whisked him away. I found out later that the Copa’s owners thought Tiger stank to high heaven and Keith was taking him back to the hotel so he could shower!!! Now, the owners are these guys in cowboy hats and boots who wouldn’t seem out of place in a Toby Keith video, Here they are complaining that a guy who’s spending all night dancing under hot lights on a platform above a crowd of drunks has an offensive odor!! Amazing. They must sell a lot of deodorant in red states.

Back in my room I saw a couple of prospects walk by but nothing got me going except this one handsome bear who was walking back and forth in his stocking feet. I finally invited him in and he said his partner was a real cum-pig and wanted more loads. Hell yeah! He was only two rooms away, too.

The partner was lean, dark and clean-cut but handsome and scruffy enough to suit me with a nicely muscled, hairy body. He immediately got off the bed, sat on the floor and motioned me over to him. He yanked my jeans down, pulled my dick out of my jock and started sucking. I was hard in seconds! He would stop sometimes to sniff the fithy jock, too, when he wasn't looking directly into my eyes. The bear reclined on the bed, naked and grinning, stroking his fat dick. I told the boy if he really wanted a big load fast, I should lie down on the bed. We got ourselves re-situated and he started sucking again, this time paying more attention to my balls. The bear put his arm around me, played with my nipples and kissed me. I called the boy a pig and a filthy cocksucker, which he definitely was, and both of them got more into it. I finally shot my second big load of the day. He swallowed every drop and kept sucking. Then hugs, kisses and thank-you's all around. I walked back to my room without putting my pants back on and my dick still hanging out of my jock.

Sweet dreams.

Posted by HighStrungLoner in Sex at 4:15 AM
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November 12, 2004

Jeffrey

Well, it didn’t take long!

Less than an hour after I checked in, I looked up from “Under the Banner of Heaven” to see this guy looking into my room, asking if he could come in. I wish this crappy camera-phone pic did him justice; he’s really sexy.

After he made himself comfortable he said “I bet you think I'm a hustler.” I didn’t but he was, of course. After I told him that I wasn't going to pay him for sex, he said, “But I’ll do anything for $20!” Oh, what the hell? Who am I to deny a crackhead his fix? Besides, we all pay for sex somehow.

He undressed and we got down to it. Unfortunately he was a lousy kisser and, much as I wanted to fuck his beautiful furry hole, I just couldn’t get past my having only gotten two hours sleep. So I “settled” for a stellar blow job. It was great, even though I had to remove my PA because it was “limiting his technique.” He did just what I loved and looked into my eyes while he sucked my dick. At one point he said “Tips are appreciated!” It was hilarious. Then he buried the head deep in his throat as I shot a week’s worth of cum inside him. What a fucking relief!! Just what I needed.

Nap time!

Posted by HighStrungLoner in Sex at 3:01 PM
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