Saturday, January 29, 2011
SEX MAP
A friend on FetLife sent me to this fun SEXMAP. Make your own here is mine, open to revision...!!!
Saturday, January 22, 2011
FIRST DATE FUCKS
Yeah, I've had a couple of first date fucks...not that I don't always HOPE for it...but since the first one I had way back in college was a nightmare, and I won't relive the details but let's just say it was ME who faked orgasm to get rid of her!!!
How many times in 15 minutes can you hear "Am I good? Am I good? Am I the best?" So I sort of purposefully steered clear of first date fucking for years until about a year and a half ago when on a first date things were just going swimmingly well. Actually, that's an appropriate choice of words as you will see.
We headed back to my place after a long dinner out and great flirty conversation. Needless to say, it turned into a 36 hour first date and other than the first 3 hours at dinner and about a 6-hour nap in the middle, we were naked and fucking and wildly insane the whole time.
She was my first squirter and I have never before desired a mask and a snorkle while having sex but it was wild. She claimed to have counted over 30 squirting orgasms and my drenched face, head and bed did not doubt her math skills. I was using the Taoist injaculation methods that I had practiced for about three years (see my blog INGASMS from 9/24/09) and came many times both many innies and a couple of outties as she liked to call them.
Pretty fucking intense, literally.
On our next date we fucked in the upper balcony of a 3/4 full concert hall right in our aisle seats and then she sucked my cock in the bathroom at the post-party. Needless to say, I will never forget this wild one.
My legs were actually shaking at the memory as I typed this. Unfortunately, part of her inhibitions and her fluid retention resulted from copious amounts of alcohol she ingested which made all other parts of having any kind of continuing relationship unfathomable. She's doing better now, I hear and happy in a new romance. I wonder if he's a Navy Seal?
How many times in 15 minutes can you hear "Am I good? Am I good? Am I the best?" So I sort of purposefully steered clear of first date fucking for years until about a year and a half ago when on a first date things were just going swimmingly well. Actually, that's an appropriate choice of words as you will see.
We headed back to my place after a long dinner out and great flirty conversation. Needless to say, it turned into a 36 hour first date and other than the first 3 hours at dinner and about a 6-hour nap in the middle, we were naked and fucking and wildly insane the whole time.
She was my first squirter and I have never before desired a mask and a snorkle while having sex but it was wild. She claimed to have counted over 30 squirting orgasms and my drenched face, head and bed did not doubt her math skills. I was using the Taoist injaculation methods that I had practiced for about three years (see my blog INGASMS from 9/24/09) and came many times both many innies and a couple of outties as she liked to call them.
Pretty fucking intense, literally.
On our next date we fucked in the upper balcony of a 3/4 full concert hall right in our aisle seats and then she sucked my cock in the bathroom at the post-party. Needless to say, I will never forget this wild one.
My legs were actually shaking at the memory as I typed this. Unfortunately, part of her inhibitions and her fluid retention resulted from copious amounts of alcohol she ingested which made all other parts of having any kind of continuing relationship unfathomable. She's doing better now, I hear and happy in a new romance. I wonder if he's a Navy Seal?
Monday, January 17, 2011
BATHROOM ENCOUNTER
MY 1st GAYFEST
So my bi EXP and her lesbian girlfriend invited me to come out to my first Gayfest, the annual street fair in the “GayTown” section of Philadelphia. A 4x3 block area is cordoned off and all of the bars and restaurants do a rousing business while street vendors sell everything from t-shirts festooned with gay-centric logos, toys and trinkets for the discriminating leather boys and girls, great food, cold beer, LGBTG social, health and political groups distributing pertinent info, travel clubs hawking all-gay getaways and cruises, you name it. There is live music around every corner, stand up comics, female impersonators on stages set up in the crossroads, beautiful couples and packs of sweet young things everywhere getting their gay pride on.
It was a wonderful day, walking hand in hand with these two fabulous women, grabbing a great slice of Philly pizza on the street while a small skirmish broke out between jilted and very drunk lovers…and an evening capping couple of hours dancing upstairs at Woody’s on 13th St. followed by some less than fabulous show tunes at a piano bar around the corner.
But the highlight for me was a long waiting line for a bathroom break early in the day. We'd stopped into a joint for a cocktail and pee break. While the girls bellied up to the bar for frosty beverages, I grabbed a spot in the line that ran around the corner of the bar, back towards the three individual unisex maxi-closets that housed the facilities. In line, a buzzed a vociferous hottie gave her equally stunning gf a sloppy kiss and then waited behind me bouncing around like she’d waited just a titch too long to run for the commode.
“C’mon, baby. Do your man stuff and push your way in front of these people. You’re a big guy, whose gonna stop ya.” I held my ground not wanting to ruin my consistently good bathroom karma. Eventually a couple of young twinks couldn't wait any longer and bolted and we eased up to the doors in no time.
Each of these rooms with their smoked glass door and fancy dark walnut walls, brass fixtures was A-list appointed and large enough for 2-3 friendly people to go into at a time though they were really supposed to house a single. So as I walked in, my "line wife" burst in behind me, locked the door and said, “Hope you don’t mind baby, but I’m bursting a gut.
"Look at you standing there with your dick out. It’s so easy for you guys, ya just aim and shoot. You don’t mind if I show you what we have to go through do ya…” She pulled down her pants, giving me a flash of her thin landing strip and squatted, hovering over the seat.
“See never touch a thing...Caught a glimpse did ya? Me too, sweet... You’re still pissing? I’ll probably be here a while but don’t leave ‘til I’m done okay.” I turned around and flushed but took my time tucking my now semi-hard cock back into my fly.
She looks directly at him and says, “We’ll I guess it’s good that I got nothing you want and you got nothing I want. We could get in trouble in here.” She just presumed I was gay and not interested in her. Little did she know how much I wanted to just stick my cock down her throat and shut her up for a few minutes. I’m a full-service guy. Hahaha…
I washed my hands and she was still making noise like a busted North Philly fire hydrant. She stands up, leans into me and sticks her hands under my running water with her pants still around her ankles. She eventually dries off, pulls her pants up over her perfect round ass and turns and throws her arms around my neck, gets on her tiptoes and gives me a nice soft, wet kiss. “Thanks for keeping me company, doll. See you in a half hour in a bar down the street I’m sure,” and BOOM, throws open the door and leaves me there with a huge …smile on my face.
So my bi EXP and her lesbian girlfriend invited me to come out to my first Gayfest, the annual street fair in the “GayTown” section of Philadelphia. A 4x3 block area is cordoned off and all of the bars and restaurants do a rousing business while street vendors sell everything from t-shirts festooned with gay-centric logos, toys and trinkets for the discriminating leather boys and girls, great food, cold beer, LGBTG social, health and political groups distributing pertinent info, travel clubs hawking all-gay getaways and cruises, you name it. There is live music around every corner, stand up comics, female impersonators on stages set up in the crossroads, beautiful couples and packs of sweet young things everywhere getting their gay pride on.
It was a wonderful day, walking hand in hand with these two fabulous women, grabbing a great slice of Philly pizza on the street while a small skirmish broke out between jilted and very drunk lovers…and an evening capping couple of hours dancing upstairs at Woody’s on 13th St. followed by some less than fabulous show tunes at a piano bar around the corner.
But the highlight for me was a long waiting line for a bathroom break early in the day. We'd stopped into a joint for a cocktail and pee break. While the girls bellied up to the bar for frosty beverages, I grabbed a spot in the line that ran around the corner of the bar, back towards the three individual unisex maxi-closets that housed the facilities. In line, a buzzed a vociferous hottie gave her equally stunning gf a sloppy kiss and then waited behind me bouncing around like she’d waited just a titch too long to run for the commode.
“C’mon, baby. Do your man stuff and push your way in front of these people. You’re a big guy, whose gonna stop ya.” I held my ground not wanting to ruin my consistently good bathroom karma. Eventually a couple of young twinks couldn't wait any longer and bolted and we eased up to the doors in no time.
Each of these rooms with their smoked glass door and fancy dark walnut walls, brass fixtures was A-list appointed and large enough for 2-3 friendly people to go into at a time though they were really supposed to house a single. So as I walked in, my "line wife" burst in behind me, locked the door and said, “Hope you don’t mind baby, but I’m bursting a gut.
"Look at you standing there with your dick out. It’s so easy for you guys, ya just aim and shoot. You don’t mind if I show you what we have to go through do ya…” She pulled down her pants, giving me a flash of her thin landing strip and squatted, hovering over the seat.
“See never touch a thing...Caught a glimpse did ya? Me too, sweet... You’re still pissing? I’ll probably be here a while but don’t leave ‘til I’m done okay.” I turned around and flushed but took my time tucking my now semi-hard cock back into my fly.
She looks directly at him and says, “We’ll I guess it’s good that I got nothing you want and you got nothing I want. We could get in trouble in here.” She just presumed I was gay and not interested in her. Little did she know how much I wanted to just stick my cock down her throat and shut her up for a few minutes. I’m a full-service guy. Hahaha…
I washed my hands and she was still making noise like a busted North Philly fire hydrant. She stands up, leans into me and sticks her hands under my running water with her pants still around her ankles. She eventually dries off, pulls her pants up over her perfect round ass and turns and throws her arms around my neck, gets on her tiptoes and gives me a nice soft, wet kiss. “Thanks for keeping me company, doll. See you in a half hour in a bar down the street I’m sure,” and BOOM, throws open the door and leaves me there with a huge …smile on my face.
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