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Click here to see Midtown Mutt's original blog post... This post isn't about any of my exploits (I am having one later this afternoon that I hope will be blog-worthy). No, it's more about the evolution (I use that term charitably) about the online-sex seeking world. First, there was gay.com (are they even in business anymore?). Then a handful of others like manhunt and barebackrt. Then, with the introduction of the iPhone, we got Grindr. I was in Ptown with friends last summer, and I think they had more interaction with virtual Grindr guys than they did with actual men. I have had an iPhone since the first generation, and upgraded to the 3GS, but was very late to the Grindr application. Other than entertainment value, I'd say it's barely worth it's free download price. Not so much because of the app, because it usually works fine. Not because of a lack of guys using it. At any given time, there are many dozens of guys on Grindr in a one mile radius of where I live in Midtown Atlanta. No, it's because of the flakiness-from-anonimity that tends to be the gay man in the online-age. I think I've had one actual encounter with a real guy from Grindr (and it wasn't all that great, but again, not Grindr's fault). So, all this to say: Grindr is great for entertainment. More...

To see Bend Me Over's original blog post click here I guess I should tell you about the German. A few weeks back a young guy hit me up on a cruising site. Said he was into older men. We chatted then he sent me a pic. He had lots of ink, mainly on his back, and piercings in his face. He said he wanted to get drunk and fuck. Well that was easy enough. We agreed to meet outside a hamburger joint near the place he was staying. We didn't have a place to go so I said let's go to the park. I had brought a bottle of cheap red with me. He said he was from Cologne but had been here for a few months backpacking around the country. When we got to the park I took him up the gully. It was unusually dark - no moon at all. But that made the glowworms all the more spectacular. We went up to the top bridge and got into the wine. I had a few mouthfuls. He got through most of the bottle in about twenty minutes. Didn't seem to affect him - he was still chatting away happily, without slurring his words at all. With the bottle empty I stood in front of him, pulled his head towards me and kissed him. He kissed back. I reached under his t-shirt. He was lean and smooth. We made out for a while before I got down on my knees, pulled his dick out and got to work. He was a nice size, uncut with lots of foreskin. He got hard fast and stayed hard. What it is to be 26. I asked if he wanted to fuck. Sure did. We talked about rubbers. He was relaxed about it but preferred to fuck raw with neg guys. Suits me. I backed onto him slowly, just with spit for lube. Took a few minutes for my hole to relax enough to get him all the way in. Then it was all on. He was an athletic fucker, holding me by the hips and fucking up into me, real fast and hard. He had endurance: we must have gone for about 15 minutes which seemed a long time at the pace he was going. Then I felt him tense up, he pulled me hard against him, groaned and then slumped forward. We rested like that a few minutes. When he pulled out I squatted down to taste my arse juice and lick him clean. After a while he said he wanted to see if there were other guys looking for action. We wandered down the track to check things out around the lower bridge. He got involved in a few scenes, one with a group of half a dozen guys (he squatted down and sucked off one guy before fucking an older guy who looked like the one with the beercan dick who's fucked me in the park a few times. Later he hooked up with a guy who looked like a young Elvis and had a nice dick. My German buddy sucked him for 15 minutes till Elvis blew his load. All kinda fun. I haven't heard from him again. He has taken down his ID on the cruising site so I guess he's moved on to the next town. More...

Click here to see original post on Diary of an Athens, Georgia HIV+ Guy... I've been in a weird mood this week and wanted to get into a little piss play. I have drunk directly from the tap only a hand full of times but thinking about it excites me. For me to be able to go through with it though, the guy I am drinking from has to be sexually appealing to me. I think participating in this activity for me has a lot to do with my mind. Don't get me wrong, when I am being a slut bottom, I take any cock with no loads refused. I have also had quite a few "piss fucks". On Sunday, I placed an advertisement on Craiglist that read as follows: Quench My Thirst Looking to drink from the tap. No strings! Quick in and Out Finish you with a blow job if you wish or blow job then drink Only looking for white guys 18-30 It was not long before I had a response. The reply stated, "hey man, I am a 30 YO, GL, White, Very masculine, UGA Grad, DDF & HIV Neg, Very Clean, handsome, better than avg build, (work out 4 times a week). I am 5'10.5", 165 lbs, 33" waist, black hair and greenish brown eyes, trimmed goatee, 7" Cut. Bi and straight acting and laidback. I am a preppy southern gentleman." "I would like to give a warm drink to someone in need. Maybe let U finish me off. Discreet sounds great and is a must. I could travel most nights." "Hit me back ASAP if you are interested. Reply with Yes, No or Maybe. what R UR Stats?" He attached two photos, one of his semi hard and hanging cock and one with him taking a piss. Needless to say, he was incredibly HOT. Note: I will NOT post his photos here in order to honor his need for discretion. All photos in this blog post are from the Internet. I replied back with my stats and advised him that I was HIV Positive and asked him if he was HIV POZ friendly and would he piss down an HIV POZ person's throat.. To my delightful surprise he responded back and said, "possibly but that he had to be extremely safe." We swapped several more emails about how the scene would go down. I would leave the front door unlocked, it would be semi-dark, he would come in and down the hall to the bath room where I would be sitting on the toilet ready to partake of his warm fluid. He said, "I am going to work out, drink some fluids and will hit you back when I am done." To be honest, I figured he was possibly just blowing me off politely. About an hour later, I got an email from him, stating that a "friend was stopping over, so he would not be able to make it but maybe another night." I knew then he was blowing me off. I emailed him again, Monday night, but he replied, "I've been busy after work and I'm about to head to bed.". Needless to say, I was bummed out since he sounded like a really nice guy and had a beautiful cock and body. On Wednesday, I decided to give it one more try and posted another ad on craigslist. To my surprise, he responded again and asked, "hey man, are you going to be around a little later tonight? I might be able to swing by". I replied back, "sure, I'll be around.". I wasn't holding my breath this time even though, I thought to myself, if he was not serious, why would he even take the time to reply again? Perhaps, he really was interested and would show up. About an hour later, he emailed again and said, "I could be at your place in about 20 minutes." I told him, "okay, I will unlock the front door, just come in and down the hall and I will be ready to drink." I was excited and nervous while waiting. "Would he show up? Would he freak out and be able to go through with it?" After about 15 minutes, the front door opened and he yelled out, "anyone here"? I replied, "yeah, I am back here". He came down the hall and into the bath room, pulled his soft cock out and I stuck the head of it in my mouth. I could feel the cock getting slightly hard in my mouth as a few drops of warm pee squirted in my mouth. He reached over and turned the faucet on and said, "maybe this will help?" Sure enough, he started to pee more and my mouth filled and I began to swallow. He was definitely well hydrated since it was not real strong tasting which made it easier for me. I gulped a few more times and sucked a little on his cock. By this time, it was really growing hard. It was an absolutely beautiful cock! He said, "okay", pulled his cock out of my hungry mouth and zipped up. I thanked him for allowing me to taste it. He said, "no problem, I enjoyed it" and left. About a half hour later, I got an email from him that said "Hope U enjoyed it man. I had to piss like a race horse. lol I pissed long & hard enough for U?" I replied back, "I have only done this a few times, so yes, it was perfect since I was unsure if I would be able to swallow it all. Would have loved it if you had been wearing a jockstrap since I have a major fetish. I also would have loved to finish you off with a blow job." He answered, "Not sure about a BJ, does sound nice, but have to be extra careful. I have always wanted to try it myself so worked out good. I have wanted to piss on someone from above and just shower them if interested. BTW, I have a jockstrap since I work out. Next time?" I responded back, "You bet! Next time I will lie down in the bath tub and let you shower over my body and hairy chest and on my face and down my throat. Would like you to strip totally down to a jockstrap and talk down to me, spit on me, whatever you'd like to do." He replied, "cool, sounds like fun, stay in touch." I am hoping to make this happen next week. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here Sorry for the delay, it has been a bit busy at work and travel up to Seattle over the weekend. I was a good boy and behaved (for the most part) in Seattle. We got home and I had to catch up on the local cum feeding scene. I went to great nude site and said hello to this thick cocked local guy. On his profile you can only see his cock but it is a beauty - thick, full balls and rock hard. I told him that just looking at it made me want to swallow his load. Well, he replied that he was up for some fun and we agreed to try and do something about it. Today he sent me a text and I said it was cool. I told him where to meet me, and asked if would like me to bring my video cam. His instant reply was YES. HOT! I only saw a small picture of his face but when I saw the hot young "daddy" type walking down the street I started getting hard there on the sidewalk. Dark thick hair, full beard, dark eyes and a broad chest. He smiled and we proceeded to the location. When we got into the bathroom, it was empty as usual and we took the large stall. I pulled out the video camera as he was pulling out his cock. He was sporting a semi hard cock and it was already a hefty thick piece. I handed him the camera and we stroked each other a bit and then it was time for me to get down to feeding. You know that I love it when a guy is semi hard and I can work him up to the full erection and feel it slowly grow (yes, some guys go from semi to concrete instantly and I don't mind that at all - yes, you can see me smiling as I typed that!). As I said, the pictures showed a thick cock and when he started to get into the action it felt like it was beginning to turn into a beer bottle in my mouth. Once he was fully hard, I just had to take a few moments to relish the site of that cock I was hungry for. I pulled back and let it then slide down my throat and worked my tongue around the cut head. The length alone would gag a beginner but when you added in the girth at the base...FUCK it was a mouth full and I was rock hard as he and I forced more of him into my throat. After a few minutes of being fed that cock he and I also got into a short rhythm of mouth fucking and I was a cum pig in heaven. I held onto those cum filled balls and let him use my mouth. The pre cum was flowing and once he was hard as concrete I reached up and undid his pants to let every inch of cock out. Now it was time to get that cum! Stroke and thrust, deep throat, another stroke and thrust along with a few forced throat fucks and he was breathing hard and ready to bust. Once he stared to shoot, I pushed as much of his cock down my throat as I could. I was not able to get it all but I was into it for the load and he was filling my mouth with a sweet gallon of cum. I savored it and let some slide my throat and opened my mouth to let it swish around before swallowing the last drop. He let me lick every drop from his cock and clean it thoroughly. After all was said and done I even deep throated him a few more times to be sure it was all drained and those balls were ready for more cum to fill them. More...

Click here to see Bareback Slut Sailor's original blog post... http://twitter.com/Barebacksailor you guys better tweet me hopefully i am having sex tonite! More...

Click here to see Frat Boy's original blog post... Okay guys, I know I said I was going to end this blog and start another of different focus and all that...but at the time I didn't know anyone really knew about this blog much less read or followed it. But since I've heard from a bunch of guys over the last month or two who found this blog and wanted to tell me they liked it, I've decided to stick around here and share all about the filthy nasty raw bareback cummy slutty life I happen to lead and my efforts to make it even more so. I'm so excited to learn that there are other guys out there who like how I get my hole filled. Here are a few pics I took recently to get things started. And please go ahead and ask me anything you want to know about my sex life/ideals/philosophy/goals etc at the Questions page; nothing is off limits! More...

Click here to see Hot Pigg's original blog post Last night I was out celebrating my friends new job and got drunk off my ass. So what do I do, head to the Chelsea booths. I had planned for this just in case so I was already cleaned out and had a small bottle of lube. I got fucked my three black guys, and two latin guys. OMG I love have bigger dicks actually feel better in my hole. I wasn't caring what their faces looked like but I love how most of the guys going there tho their face my not be perfect, they have amazing bodies that look so hot flexing as they fuck my hole. I love turning back and watching begging for poz cum. I went home on the train dripping three loads out for sure but two guys hadn't confirmed. Now some things I do not understand about guys at the booths. 1. Just shake you're head no if you are not interested. Why do some guys stare but never make a move? Either let me know you aren't interested or actually do something with me. 2. I get that you don't want to get anything. If that's the case don't fuck me bareback, if you are going to fuck me bareback, not much difference to just go ahead and shoot inside me. I don't understand why you fuck for 15 minutes bareback but then pull out to shoot when I'm obviously begging to feel your load inside me. 3. Pay boys, I'm cute. I know it. I'm not going to pay you. Don't eye me all night. Let me know you're a pay boy. 4. Ugly guys, I'm cute. I know it. I'm not a pay boy though. I still might let you fuck me without paying depending on my mood. Many a time I've been at the booths and I think guys aren't approaching b/c they think I'm a pay boy. I should get a shirt that says, "I'm not a pay boy, let's play!" 5. No matter how much you walk around, if the door doesn't open and no new people show, you are going to see the same guys. Stop passing by and looking at me as if you just noticed I was there and should forget you did it twenty times already. Till next load... More...

Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... this back and forth with a hot top on Bareback Bastards DEFINES what being a total bottom means to me... first....my e-mail to him - Quoting smoothbutt: nice profile man! love this part in your profile - "Bottoming is a skill learned at the hands of countless selfish horny men. Being a boy is a state of mind communicated in his eyes, moans, sighs, and absolute surrender ". both of these statements are SO TRUE and speaks directly to me since i have learned to bottom kneeling at the feet and/or bending over for many, many needy selfish tops looking to get their nutt (and selfishly thinking of nothing else....but thats OK...and in fact is want i want and need...to surrender and give pleasure's release for the top). then..his reply - Quoting alphatop7: Messages like that guarantee you access to my cock and give me confidence that you have a meaningful appreciation about your role and priorities as a cocksucker...if ever within proximity of each other, would be this Top's 'honour' to feed your mouth and guide you on a sexual journey beyond your wildest dreams... Sir More...

To see Bareback Robbie's original blog post click here Hey guys! Sorry its been a while since my last post. I have been " dating " someone for the past few weeks.. things are getting serious now.. but I have a feeling he is just as big of a pig as I am. We have had sex and its "good" ...room for improvement i guess.. He is also poz so there is no condom problems. He shoots MASSIVE loads and loves to fill me up. His cock is average and he knows how to work it. We talked about checking out a sex club later down the line Anyways i was really craving cock last night and the bf isn't around during the week. So, I hit up one of my FAVORITE fuckbuds. His cock is as big a round as a beer can.. and maybe 8.5 inches long? . He fucked me a while back at Eros. He was home last night so I stopped by and got my hole tore to pieces! He had porn playing and a fresh bottle of poppers on the bed. I sucked his fat cock for a few mins.. not able to take the whole thing down.. he forced me to choke on it. Then he ordered me to bend over the bed.. and he said it was his turn to do a little oral work on me. I spread my cheeks apart and he munched on my hole like it was his last meal. OMG it felt so good... Then he lubed up and told me to take a big hit of poppers.. I knew what was about to happen then I felt the head of his fat cock rub my freshly slobbed hole. He slowly inched his way in.. I felt the pop .. then without warning he pushed it all the way in balls deep.. I gasped as the pain shot up my lower back... but it quickly melted away as I did another big hit of poppers... He knew what i wanted. He ravaged my hole for over an hour.. stopping only once b/c he got close and didnt want to cum just yet. I was pouring pre-cum begging him to seed my hole.. finally he filled me up.. spraying my insides with his charged load. He grunted a few times then fell on top of me.... laying there with his cock inside me he whispered in my ear.. " U like daddies seed deep inside you boy? " after a few mins of chatting.. I got dressed and headed out. I made my way to the porn store The parking lot was packed, so i had a good feeling deep in my hole I walked in the downstairs where the video booths are located.. it was dark and full of men. good for a monday night. I made my way around the place.. checking out the guys.. my first stop was the middle booths with the holes on either side. I have taken so many cocks in that booth. . . last night was no different. I sucked a few and swallowed a lot of cum. After that I walked around some more .. I ran into my friend Armond. the HOT latin guy with the big uncut cock .. the one from the sex club in my last post.. He pulled me into another booth and I quickly had his cock out.. slurping it down. Then he turned me around and bent me over... and shoved it in.. He must have felt the load I had in me b/c he asked how many loads I had up there. That turned him on .. and he pulled out and made me suck him some.. I tasted the load and it made my dick hard. He turned me around again, and pushed his dick back in me... then another dick came poking out of the hole.. like snake flaring up at me.. I swallowed it down.. its so hot to have an anonymous cock in my mouth and another hot cock in my ass.. after a few mins of Armond pounding my hole.. he shot his big load deep in me.. SO hot. After that he left and I did my rounds again...I found a HOT mans man, really butch, and rugged. Had a nice hairy chest and big low hangin nuts and a fat cock. It didnt take long for him to have me bent over, fucking the hell out of me... churning those other loads deeper inside me. He kept calling me his boy.. telling me to take his daddy cock... I begged for it.. begging for his load turned him on obviously b/c he shot right then. Grunting like bull as he filled my hole. Then he pulled out , zipped up and walked out the booth. My hole at that point was getting a little sore.. and I walked around for anther 20mins or so.. and found nothing... so i figured it was time to go... as i was walking towards the exit.. I passed this HOT young white guy... kinda twinkish.. ( im not big on twinks) however i have a thing for blonde hair and blue eyes.. there was something SO sexy about this guy.. he turned around and smiled.. so i said what the hell.. and followed.. he lead me into a booth where he was on his knees ready to suck my cock. I fed it to him.. I got rough at times, making him take it all the way down.. I love hearing a guy choke on my dick. This got me so turned on I was ready to fuck him. ( Now, I do love a to btm.. its what I do best.. BUT, when there is a sweet hole staring me in the face... im NOT going to turn it down. I do have the equipment for the job and I can be vers at times.) So I pulled him up.. made out for a sec then bent him over and ate his sweet hole.... He had to have been maybe 21? if not younger.. his hole was smooth and tight... I tongue fucked it and slobbered all over it. he moaned like a little bitch... my cock was rock hard.. I stood up and slowly teased his hole with my cock... thinking he would pull away and try to put a condom on me.. but to my surprise he told me to shove it in.. so .. .i did I didnt take it easy... I pushed my cock all the way in... I fucked him like I like to be fucked.. HARD. He told me not to cum inside him.. :-/ I said ok i wont.. so, I fucked him a little more.. then I felt myself getting close... I tried not to make it obvious that I was about to fill him up with my seed... so i bit my lip and kept fucking... It felt so good, I let out a grunt and flooded his hole with my poz load... I think he felt it b/c he tried to pull away but I forced myself deeper inside him.. pulling him closer and fucking him just a little bit harder... He turned his head and asked if i had came.. I said yea.. im sorry dude.. i could couldn't help it.. ur ass is just so damn hot! He pulled away and my semi hard dick popped out.. with it some of my cum dribbled out I pulled up my pants and walked out the booth b4 he could say anything... I Headed home to call my bf and get a great nights sleep. until next time! fill or be filled! More...

Click here to see original post on Diary of an Athens, Georgia HIV+ Guy... I've done some fairly crazy and dangerous things in the past. Probably one of the craziest though, was logging into various gay oriented web sites when I was supposed to be working. If you know anything about Athens, Georgia, you may know it for its local music scene as well as the fact that it is home to The University of Georgia. Working on campus at a major University definitely has its advantages--specifically, a yearly influx of hot college guys with raging hormones. I first met, Greg in the Athens, GA gay.com chat room--back before their latest re-design (The local room has all but died now). Greg described himself as a 6'2" lean and toned frat guy weighing around 190 pounds. He claimed to be bi-curious and was horny for a no strings blow job. Being the cock hungry slut that I have always been, I decided to be brave and tell him where my private office was located. My office is tucked away in a fairly discrete location with easy access to an outside door. I also have a TV in the office which would be perfect for muffling any sounds that might echo from any visitors. I told Greg to come over and I would gladly swallow his "sperm". I gave him the office number and told him to look around and if no one was around to just come in and shut the door behind him as the door would lock itself. I would be sitting at my desk ready to swallow. Greg logged out and I waited to see if he would show up. It was probably about 10 minutes later when I see a guy go past the office door and glance inside. My heart began to race with excitement. I stared at the door in hopes he would come back by and I could motion for him to come in. Sure enough after a few minutes he comes in the door and gently shuts the door behind him. Without a word, he came behind my desk and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his already hard cock through the slit in the front of his boxer shorts. It was close to 7" with a nice flared out mushroom head and a huge vein down the shaft. (Below is a photo of his cock he forwarded me) I gulped down his cock making sure to go all the way down to his pubes but I wanted more access so I pulled the boxers and jeans down a little further. His cock sprung free and his balls hung down. I cupped the balls in one hand and gently sucked on each one and back up the shaft of his cock to the head. Greg placed his hands on the back of my head and it was evident that he really liked it when I went real deep. I continued to suck his cock until his legs began to tremble. I knew he was going to cum soon. He asked, "do you want it?" Without answering, I continued to suck harder and deeper until he thrusts his hips forward and his sweet tasting sperm filled the back of my throat. I kept my mouth on it until I received every drop of it. He started pulling it out of my mouth and I licked it clean as to not mess his boxers up. He said, "thanks, dude", pulled up his pants. I told him, "if you ever need to relieve the stress again, just stop by and if no one was around to just come in again." To date, I have sucked him off three times. More...

Click here to see original post on Diary of an Athens, Georgia HIV+ Guy... Thanks for voting in the poll about anal stimulation and orgasm. Looks like for 39% of us we can sometimes reach an orgasm with only anal stimulation. If you have ever experienced this feeling it is great. Always 6 (9%) Almost Always 6 (9%) Sometimes 25 (39%) Rarely 16 (25%) Never 10 (15%) More...

To see BB Cunt's original blog post click here Guys, here is my cunt oozing some loads.... Enjoy! Took 4 more loads over the weekend (yeah, I know - pretty slow at the moment ;-) SO load COUNT 2010 is 136 More...

Click here to see Nick's original blog post on True Life Tales... Just got home after a week and a bit up at Si's. It was good, really good. Incredibly relaxing. We went swimming very morning, then would go down to the beach if it was warm or the park and just sit for hours and talk. Then at night we would watch movies or play his Xbox or have sex. We both knew it couldnt go on for ever. I have to go to Brazil for two weeks for my work, im leaving wednesday and have a shit load to do before then, which is why I came back! Will give you a run down about my holiday with Si soon, but basically it was like a mutual one-week stand. We didnt decide anything or make any firm commitment about each other, so basically we are at the same place we were at before. Nowhere really. I dont know, it was a good week and I needed some chill time. he is a very, very good chil buddy. I do care about him, alot, but we need time to work something out...when im in the country. More...

Click here to see Nick's original blog post on True Life Tales... I did something today that brought this blog right back into my mind. On the hookup website Squirt I saw that there was a college near me with toilets where guys met up, and an 18 year old had posted that he would be there around lunchtime. So today I had lunch free and wandered over to these loos. I wasnt expecting much, just wanted to check it out and see if it was worth arraigning a hookup with a guy there. It was empty when I walked in, no urinals just rows of stalls, anyone a few inches taller than me would probably be able to see right into each of them. They looked like the ones you would get in an old fashioned boys school. I scanned the empty bathroom, but saw one door closed at the far end. I went into the stall next to it and closed over the door with a bang to announce my arrival. There was no seat cover so I pulled down my jeans and boxers and sat down, stretching my feet out as wide as I could without it looking really obvious. I didnt want any Larry Craig type entanglements. I couldnt even tell for sure if there was someone else in the next stall, I couldnt see any legs. I bent to my side as far as possible to try and see under the stall, but couldnt see anything either. I didnt want to give up just yet, and I didnt want to shove my hand under the stall just in case someone was in there for real, so I just waited. 20 minutes later, a few other guys had come in, used the bathroom then left again, and I was pretty impatient by now, whether or not the guy on Squirt who had said he would be here today was in the one next to me or not, I was ready to go. I stood up and bent down to pull up my jeans, stretching my feet out to nearly his side of the narrow stall. An off white trainer reached out to meet my shoe. Result! I slowly sat back down on the pan, putting my hand out to touch his shoe. He didnt flinch. I moved my hand out to his side of the stall, and heard him move around. After a bit of banging, I saw a face appear at the bottom of the stall, it was young, no facial hair except for a few light patches of hair on the chin. Thin brown eyebrows and a few spots on his nose. I looked down at him, and though that this angle was not going to be comfortable or fun. Quick as I could, I yanked up my jeans saw him jump back, he was worried he had gone too far. Without buttoning up, I opened my door and banged on his one. It wasnt locked so swung right open. I grabbed the end of the door before it could hit the wall and slammed it shut. The poor boy was stood but crouching on the toilet! I dropped my jeans and pants again, just to reassure him I was here for the sex and not to stab him. He caught on pretty quickly and stood back on the floor, and moved into me as if to kiss me. I lifted my hands up and held his head, I felt the sweat through his short brown hair, this boy was obviously not used to this. I pushed his head down hard. He kind of squirmed but got the picture and got to his knees. I was solid and he started slowly licking the hilt of my shaft. I wasnt up for that, so with one hand I tried to pull open his mouth and with the other I held my dick and stuffed it into this 18 year old's mouth. Whatever surprise he might have had, he overcame it and was obliging in sucking my dick. One hand back on his head, I held him steady as I fucked his wet mouth, the slurping, and as I pushed in further, the choking, was really getting me going. He had both of his hands on my buttcheeks, squeezing and rubbing them. He managed to get my dick out of his mouth and took some long deep breaths. I slid my hand up and down my soaking wet dick, feeling very close to shooting. I grabbed a tuft of his hair and lifted one leg up against the wall, and pulled his face into my balls. I hadnt showered since the gym so they were sweaty. I havnt shaved them in a while either so they were pretty hairy too, he had to stop a couple of times to pull a hair out of his mouth. But he sucked them well. I pushed my head back against the cubicle door. It had been such a long time it was great just to enjoy a good blowjob. I closed my eyes and imagined the sun was beating down on my face as I lay on a beach, well it would have to be a private beach I suppose. I had enough of wanking, was ready to cum. I looked back down at this boys face, his eagerness at working on my balls, I noticed how his eyes were closed smoothly, not wrinkled. There was no lines on his forehead, his eyebrows didnt look scrunched up. Whether this was a first for him or not, he was enjoying himself. I tried to think back to my first time, but at that moment I couldnt quite picture it in my mind. But I pulled his head back and slapped my dick against his mouth His eyes didnt open but his mouth did, and I pushed it back in mid length. This time he did all the work. 30 seconds or so later I warned him in a whisper 'Im going to shoot.' He kept on sucking my dick and wrapped a hand around my shaft, working me closer. I had both my hands on the top of the cubicle doors and bit by bottom lip as I shot. It was quite a bit, and he kept his mouth clamped around my dick as it filled up with my cum. I felt such a release, and a sly smile appeared on my lips. He continued to suck it, but I gently pulled it out of his mouth, he moved back and I pulled up my jeans. I opened the door and left as quick as I had barged in, without a parting word or look, my last image of this boy was him sitting back up on the toilet seat, a splash of my cum dripping down his chin. He stayed in the cubicle as I stopped in front of the sink and washed my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror, there was a look of calm pleasure. I enjoyed that blow job. Just a quick, one off, release. I suddenly though about this blog, and how when I kept it I would be right on my computer typing it up. As I left the bathroom I started to think about how I would describe the encounter I just had. I started to think about everything that has happened to me over the last 18 months or so since I stopped posting. As I walked back home, I thought about how I would describe it to you, Mr S, Mr G, the African. Im not a teenager anymore, and Im not sure if the slut label would apply now, others may want to judge that. I still have true life tales to tell, many of them. So if your up for it, maybe I'll tell you them? Nick More...

Click here to see Nick's original blog post on True Life Tales... I first met the African when I was in Kenya the first time, back in June 2008. I was in a small town in the Rift Valley working for a few weeks, working on a particular project with an NGO. The African arrived about a week into my stay, he was there from another organisation to help evaluate the project we were doing. There was maybe two dozen people from different groups based at this community centre He says he vividly remembers the first time he laid eyes on me, but I cant for the life of me. I dont have a recolection of the first time I actually saw him, people were coming in and out of this place all the time. I know I became aware of his presence in the days after he arrived, but I was so focused on what I was doing that to me he was just another guy on the periphery. The first time I remember clocking him was one sunny, early morning. It was so early that the air was still clear and fresh, it gets dusty and muggy in the late afternoon heat. Someone had asked me at dinner the night before if I would go with a few of the others to a larger nearby town to help pick up supplies. I was eager to see more of the country and to make myself useful. The African was standing by a jeep at the front of the compound, talking to another man who was coming along too. He turned to say hello, and I took a good look at him. Same height as I, but slimmer, with long arms and hard biceps tucked away under his shirt. His face was thin, and with his colouring and hair that had was about half an inch thick, he looked a lot like a young Barack Obama. I didnt spend too much time checking him out though, I was in Kenya working with some serious people on some serious issues, so I wasnt exactly on the hunt. I do remember how clean the bottoms of his jeans were, where everyone else struggled to keep the red dust out of every item of clothing they owned, he managed to look exceptionally well dressed. He and the other man spent most of the three hour drive arguing about the election violence that had been happening, and I sat in the back, listening intently, trying to soak up all the information, occasionally piping in a thought, but usually being shot down by one of them saying 'But what you must understand...' The African did not have a Kenyan accent, in fact it was almost an English one, well refined, pronouncing every word with care. By mid morning we had arrived at the depot and spent 30 minutes in the hot sun loading up the jeep. I noticed his muscles flexing as he lifted up boxes, and at one point got a glimpse of the top of his ass as he bent over the back of the jeep. His skin was smooth and brown, lighter than most of the Kenyans I had seen, and with his posh accent I couldnt work out where he was from. The man who had came with us decided to stay in the town to sort out something or other, so it was just the African and I as we drove back to our village. We immediately built up a good rapport. When he had first arrived he had watched me working for an afternoon, and he told me he liked how I did it. He asked alot about me for a good hour, and we only vaguely skirted the issue of relationships. As it turned out he was South African, what they call 'coloured,' which during the Apartheid years was a race above 'blacks.' I was fascinated by South Africa and the ins and outs of the country, and he told me much about it, but whenever he talked about his own life and where he lived, he would talk about his friend that he lived with. They way he said it and how he talked about his 'friend' was intriguing, and it sounded just like he was talking about his 'boyfriend' but deliberately not mentioning it. I pressed him a bit to tell me about his 'friend,' who it turned out was a white Afrikaaner, and they had been living together for a few years. I thought I was just about to get him to spill the beans when we pulled to a stop. We were out in the country by now, and a dozen boys had pushed some crates on the dusty red road, trying to make a roadblock. The African was unalarmed. With an almost apologetic air, he told me to wait there as he sighed to step out the car. Just as he did, he leaned over to my side, just touching my knee to open the glove compartment and pulled out a handgun, which he handed to me. I was just about to enquire what I was expected to do but he was already walking over to the group of boys, who had lots of sticks and a few knives. I couldnt quite hear what was being said but he had the air of a teacher telling off a group of boys that had been caught misbehaving. They seemed restless, and I was worried about a couple of them at the side of the road who were keeping out of the discussion, and it looked like one of them was hiding something under his jacket. But after a few minutes of some raised voices, soon the boys were laughing, and the African walked back over as the boys moved the crates off the road. He was grinning like he had just shared a big joke with them. He got back in the car and started up the engine again and laughed, 'Ha, Kenyans! Always trying to make a buck!' 'What did you say?' I asked him, surprised. 'I told them that this was a public highway, and if they wanted to run a toll road then they would have to show me a business license.' 'And what did they say?' 'They asked me where they could get one!' He was killing himself laughing at this point. Of course they are not allowed to run a toll road. 'And then what??' 'I told them they would have to go to the police station in the town 10 miles west of here to get one!' Sure enough, as we drove off, they were all heading off west into the setting sun. 'The police aren't going to be happy if they walk in and ask for a business license to run a toll road, are they?' I asked. He kept laughing, 'Exactly!' We started talking about his life in Cape Town again, and about his 'friend.' As we weren't far off our village, I decided to ask him, 'So your 'friend,' I said. He turned and looked at me with a grin, larger than the one he had had after outwitting the roadblock kids. I couldnt stop smiling either, 'Is he your boyfriend?!' He was laughing, 'Ok, you got me! Now you tell me about your boyfriend!' I was shocked, 'What?!' 'You tell me about your man back in the UK.' he commanded. 'How did you know I was gay?!' I was really shocked, I hadnt said a word to anyone the whole time I had been there! 'Oh please, I could tell you were gay the second I saw you. I used to live in London, you British gays are all the same!' The first time he had seen me, I had been sitting in a circle with a group of women, who were trying to teach me how to make baskets from beads, and I was trying to talk in my very limited Swahili. Basically we were just having one big laugh. 'You were sitting gossiping with your fag hags!' 'I had no idea I was that obvious,' I said. He could only keep laughing, and after a few minutes of feigned indignation on my part, all I could do was laugh with him. That night we sat at the same table at dinner, he put everyone in stitches telling them how petrified I was that a bunch of school boys were going to shoot me up. And later we had a laugh running some games together with some of the kids. The African and I were starting to enjoy stealing lustful glances at one another. More...

Click here to see Nick's original blog post on True Life Tales... ahh ave gone into little girl excitement mode!! I was awake early for a staurday this morning, half ten, becuase I got a frantic phone call from someone at work. Anyway, its a good thing I was. I had some trackies and a t-shirt on, sipping coffee and working through a stack of books for an essay for uni, the essay is on gay equality and the supreme court in the US, so its a stack of books with gay titles and big rainbow flags, or its old fashioned journals with HOMOSEXUALITY blazed across the bound cover. I get a bang on the door. Slightly worried, I open it. There standing is a guy I recognise from uni. Hes tall, thin, mid length dyed black hair sprouting from a wooly hat, a green tshirt and dotty zip up hoody, skinny jeans and red converse shoes...and a side lip ring, like me. I know he's gay, but I dont know if he knows I am. I hadnt ever spoken to him before, no reason to, but here he was. 'Hi I'm here to fix your smoke alarm.' He didnt look phased at all. 'Eh, ok, in you come.' I wasnt aware it was broken, but whatever. He had a small pack of mechanical looking things with him. As he walks in, i can see he notices the big rainbow flag on the wall, the hollyoaks hunks calendar, random pictures of semi-naked men cut out from magazines and pinned to the wall, and the stack of books about gay stuff, with one helpfully open on the chapter: 'BOWER V. HARDWICK, THE BURGER COURT AND SODOMY.' I dont know why they made they set the word sodomy in a large typeset and on its own line, but there you are. I probably wouldnt have been embarrased if it was an obvious straight looking guy, I guess he would have been more embarrased, or if it were a girl, but the fact it was a gay guy, and a hot gay guy. Its student accomodation Im in, and they employ students as receptionists, admin staff, and handymen, so it seems. 'Its just that your flat's smoke alarms havnt been working, so we need to fix it, it shouldnt take too long.' He said in his posh english accent, kneeling on my bed to reach for the smoke alarm. I sat on the chair and watched his hoody and t shirt lift to reveal his tiny thin body and snail trail going from his belly to his jeans, wrapped with a metal studded belt. 'Havnt seen you out at the Union in a few weeks, usually see you most saturdays.' he said to me. ok, omigod is this hottie flirting with me??...omigod, breathe. 'Yeh not been able to go out in a while, so much work to do yaknow, which is why Im awake at this time in the morning and you didnt catch me half naked in bed.' he laughed...he laughed at it, proper. 'Aww, well thats a shame!' AAAAHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAAA!!!! HES FLIRTING!! OMIGOD OK I CAN DO THIS I CAN DO THIS!!. 'I'll be heading out tonight though, my drinking money, I mean student loan's come through.' I said...mental note, *be sure and text mates about going to the union tonight* He laughed again. 'Thats good, I'll be seeing you there then. I think we need another dance. Ok I'm nearly done, just fitting this tampering device, because people have been pulling it off when the fire alarm goes off' 'You mean I could have just pulled it out and got a decent nights sleep when it goes off at 3am?' He giggled again, jeeze whats wrong with him!! I aint that funny. 'Ahh well not any more, now we'll know.' 'So you'll come back and sort me out if i do it then?' He finished fixing it, turned and looked at me, sitting in the desk chair, scruffy cloathes, morning breath and hair (although its pretty short at the mo so not that bad) and turned to look at me. 'Well you never know!' He walked over to the desk, and leaned past me, so close that i could lick his nipple if i wanted...i refrained, and scribbles something on the open book, never mind that there was a piece of paper there but whatever. Underneath 'BOWERS V. HARDWICK, THE BURGER COURT AND SODOMY' he had written his mobile number, his name, 'Si' and had scribbled out the R in BURGER and added a He put the pen down and headed for the door 'Just in case you cant find me tonight and we can get that dance!' I walked him to the door. 'Great!' I said, 'Ill see you tonight then!' 'Bye!' he said, smilling as he left. omigod, what the fuck was that all about?? I went and sat down on the bed, confused. I then got up and looked at my face closely in the mirror...he couldnt really fancy me? I went and sat back down on the bed, scratching my head. I texted my mate who I thought my know him, telling her what had happened. She text back straight away. 'Ahhhh he finaly spoke 2 u!!! hes fancied u 4 ages Nick! member at the union a wile ago u 2 were heavy dirty dancin and snogged? course we're goin out 2 nite! u 2 r gettin it on! xx i texted back: 'what? i dont member snoggin him! hes well hot tho! cant believe he actually fancies me! how long u known?' 'it was that night wen u thru up outside after, then we went to 24hr tesco but we got kiked out cuz u kept callin evry1 facist bastards and tried to steal the frozen chips. hes been on about u for like a month but promised me to say nuffink! ahh cant believe u 2 r guna be shaggin am so excited! b round l8r to get ready!xx' i definetley dont remeber that, but it sure sounds like me! Oh well!! I got a call from the doctor soon after, he was asking if i was coming back this weekend, as we liv in different cities, but i told him I was too busy, yeh, too busy gettin it on with a hottie!! ooh its gunna be a night!! More...

Click here to see Nick's original blog post on True Life Tales... Ok im sorry ive not posted in a while but i have really, really not felt like it, and once you read this I think ull know why. I tried a couple of weeks ago to write down all what had happened, I spent almost 3 hours typing it out, having to stop 4 or 5 times to burst into tears, and then there was a problem with the blogger thing and I lost it all, and Ive not felt willing to try again. But I do have a commitment to you guys, and It has been a month since it all happened, and im feeling kinda better, not better but different. Also since Im 20 in a few weeks, not a teenager anymore, Ive been kind of looking back at my teenage years, reasesing it all and firguring out where i want to go and who i want to be. I consider this the last chapter of being a teenager, the last thing that happened to me since I started 'living' 5 years ago, if you get me. Now, when things happen, it wont be to a teenager, coz ill be 20, and it will be something else. But this isnt the last post ill write, far from it. But it wont be true life tales of a teenage slut, it will be something else. SO where I last left you I had just met the lovley Si, who had come to fix my fire alarm and left his number. I was really excited that day, It felt amazing to have someone as hot as that flirt with me, and then to find out he had fancied me for ages! well it was brilliant!!! So that night we were heading out. my mate came around and we got ready, I was really excited about him and that night. We had a few drinks and left the flat, and met up with the rest of them, and Si, at the Union. I mean it was an amazing night. The two of us were inseperable the whole time. We sat beside each other on the couch, going up to get drinks together, going out for a fag together, barely said a word to any of the other people we were with, who were having a good laugh themselves anyway, it was just the two of us. I cant quite remember how it felt. That night is like a picture you see of yourself from a long time ago, you know its you, but you cant remember it being taken. I have a fairly clear memory of that night, with Si, drinking and laughing, talking to him and listening. He was a very fully on, outgoing person, and I found that immensley attractive, I know that much. while we were sitting with the others in the bar, i know people were lookng at us, I saw it and I remember it now, but it still seems unreal. At about half 12, we all went downstairs to the club. Again it was the same, me and Si on the crowded dance floor, right next to each other, grinding and touching. Sitting talking upstairs had been our emotinal bonding, we had sat talking to each other for over 5 hours, it seemed like we knew each other so well already, like we had caught up on all the times we had never spoken over the loast 2 years. Now was our sexual bonding if you like, on that dancefloor. Its not a gay club, its a student club, but no one else really cares and neither did we (I've been fingered on that dance floor before). He was looking so hot, wearing similar clothes to when I had seen him earlier in the day, except without the hat, and his gorgous black hair smoothed down over his head, his mouth looked so inviting with the lip ring... We danced and we touched each other and we danced some more, we would go get a drink or a fag and go and dance again. Usually if i am out drinking from 7 in the evening, by half 1-2 i am either wasted or shattered, but this time I felt I could go on all night. At one point we went into the loos, and despite the fact it was crowded in there, he grabbed me and dragged me into a cubicle, I was bent over gigiling, but he pulled me back up. Standing against the wall, he moved into me. His hard cock was pressed against mine, my hands were on his hot arse, his jeans being low down i could get my hand down his visible boxers and feel the smooth skin. He looked at me, and I looked at him, 'you're amazing' he said, and I believed him. He took his hand off my face to reach into the pocket of his skinny jeans, and pulled out a couple of E's. I have done it a few times before, and didnt think much of it when he swallowd one, and put the other on his tounge. He leaned in and kissed me, our first kiss, and I swallowed the E he passed onto me as we snogged. A few minutes later we bust out of the cubicles, and with our hands in the air went back to the dance floor and danced untill the half past 3 when the lights came on and everyone had to leave. We were drunk and high and laughing our heads off. Singing down the road to go and get chips, and we walked back to our building together. He kept showing me his ass as we walked home, and I kept trying to grab it, it was typical drunken behaviour. We live 3 minitues way from the Union but took us about half an hour to get back. We agreed he would come up to my room, because it was nearer, and I couldt wait to get naked with him This is going to be a really really long post, and I dont have time to write the whole thing now, but Ill post the next bit up as soon as I can. Just to tell you, it hasnt finished here, in fact it hasnt even begun. More...

Click here to see Nick's original blog post on True Life Tales... So we got back to mine. Its a bit of a blur, we got into my room, started kissing. Heavy kissing, hands all over each other. I pushed him onto the bed, my hands squeezing his hot ass in those skinny jeans, running my fingers up and down his hairy crack. We got naked. His body was gorgous, thin but muscled, hairy chest with a line down to his cock. I went down on it, deep throating. I got him on his back, sucking on him. Lifted his legs up and pulled his hole up to my face. He loved being rimmed, i went at it for ages, getting my tounge right in there. I got a finger in, pushed it all the way up. I got my other index finger and got it in, pulling his ring wider, stretching his ass and spitting right in it, getting it all wet. We had some poppers and rolled around for a while. Eventually I fished a condom out and rolled it on. Squirting some lube onto his already open hole, he turned to all fours and I slid into him. I pushed it in, and he told me to wait. After a few seconds of him getting used to it, he pushed right back onto my cock so every bit of it was stuffed up inside his hole. We fucked for ages, him on all fours, on his back with his legs over my shoulders, me holding his ankles and fucking him that way. I just watched as my cock slid all the way into his hairy ass then all the way back, it was tight and it was fucking amazing. Then finally he was lying on his front, and i was lying ontop of him, fucking him and kissing his neck. After a while I exploded in his ass. We were covered in sweat and lube. My mouth was sore from rimming and kissing for what was about 2 hours. We were fucked up on E's, poppes and booze, but after pulling out of his ass, he started playing with mine. I got on all fours and he kneeled behind me, rubbing his dick up and down my hole. He rolled one on and shoved it in me. It was a blur of sweat, poppers, moaning and pumping. After a few minutes I felt the condom expand inside me as he blew his load in my ass. We collapsed on each other, panting and kissing. We got our boxers on and went into the kitchen for a fag, sitting at the window and watching the sky in the east lighten. We chatted and smoked for ages. I wasnt tired anymore, I just wanted to be with him. I remember that it was like the feeling I got after I first met S. He told me he was going to Manchester the next day. He was going down for two days to see his mate, and he was going to go with anothe mate but he had to pull out so he had an extra bus ticket, did I want to come down with him for a few days. He said the scene there was amazing. Sounded good to me! I only had one lecture on the monday and was off tuesday, so there was nothing holding me back. Like with S, I had only known him two days before I decided to stay on the other side of the world with him. I had never been to Manchester either and was keen to go and see what Canal Street was like. So after a while we went back to bed and went to sleep for a few hours, lying naked in each others arms. The bus was in the afternoon so we woke up before midday. I woke up to his hard dick against my hole. Without saying anything to each other, he just started rubbing it against my hole again, still kinda loose from being fucked a few hours ago. He got anothe condom and lubed up my hole again, spooning, he slid it in my hole and fucked me for ten minutes. I turnd to kiss him as he came inside me again. We jumped in the shower, soaping up my dick was hard too. He went down on me in the steamy shower, his lips and the pulsing water felt amazing as I put my hand on the back of his head and fucked his face. He told me to cum in his mouth so I did, and watched as it dribbled down his face, washed away by the water. We dried off and he headed back to his flat in the building to pack. A few hours later we were on the bus, chatting as much and as natural as we had the night before, but now it was like any last vestige of formality had gone, it was like we had been together a long time. We slept for a while too. Si asked me if he could introduce me to his mate as his boyfriend, I smiled and said of course! It was dark by the time we got there. His mate, Paul, late 20's and good looking, quite camp guy, picked us up from the bus station. He was lovley, and the three of us were getting on great as we headed to his flat where we would be staying in his spare room for the couple of days. Si and Paul had known each other for a few years but Paul had moved to Manchester for work, so he was from our area of the country. We got changed at his flat, and the three of us went out for some food and met up with Pauls boyfriend. The four of us were having a great time, and after we ate we headed down to the famous Canal Street. Now I loved Queer as Folk (the UK one). I watched the whole thing in one night, and it had a big impression on me, made me think about how there is more to life than clubbing and drinking and sex, which there is and which is why I am not all about the clubbing and drinking and sex, far from it, but for the next few days I thought I would 'take a holiday' and enjoy the clubbing and drinking and the sex. We were meeting more of their mates at a pub then heading out clubbing after. We walked into the pub, i was second, after Paul, with Si behind me and Pauls boyfriend Sean behind Si. Paul waved to a group of guys sitting at a table. I stopped dead in my tracks as Si and Sean walked past me to go over. There was another four gay guys at the table, laughing and welcoming the others over. I felt sick to my stomach. It wasnt the food, it was S, sitting at the table, in a gay bar in Manchester. S who I lived with for a year and a half, in a country on the other side of the world, S who I hadnt seen in nearly two years, S who had left my heart in a million little shards. The plan was for me to move back to the UK for uni, and he would come over too in a couple of months after he had finished his college course. Well he had finished his college course but he never came over. The last time I had saw him was at the airport departures, tears in both of our eyes, we hugged and kissed in the busy airport, and he told me to not be sad, becuase he would be with me in only 8 weeks, and then we could spend the rest of our lives together. That was the last time I saw him. He saw me too. His face dropped and he bolted from the table to the door, but it was too late, I was out through that door, my heart was pumping harder than I had ever felt before, I got out the bar into the cold night air and I ran. I hadnt a clue where I was or where I was going, all I knew was that right there and then, I didnt want to be there. I didnt know what to think. I didnt know what was going on. I didnt know what I felt and I didint know what I was going to do. I heard my name being shouted but I just kept running through the busy street. More...

Click here to see Nick's original blog post on True Life Tales... I ran to I dont know where, but it wasnt far. I stopped and looked around. It was dark, it was cold and the rain wasnt far off. Paul's flat wasnt far away, but I couldnt get my bearings so I turned and began to walk back the way I came. Smoking helped calm me down slightly, but my mind was clouded, I couldt think straight, I couldnt process the fact that S was here, nowl I had dreamed about him being with me for so long, and now he was, I didnt know what to do. I had thought that at the begining of this year I was finally over him. The day came in January when I saw him on MSN, he started talking to me, but I really wasnt interested, and that was when I kind of new it myself, I didnt care about him anymore. But when I saw him, I just didnt know what to think. As I started to head back my phone rang, it was Si. He wanted to know what the hell had happened, where was I? I mumbled something about having seen an old friend and had to go speak to him, and told him I would be back in a minute. He seemed less than convinced but I hung up quickly. As I got closer to the bar we were in, I saw S sitting quietly on a bench, his eyes closed, thinking. Something drew me over and I sat down beside him, looking away. Somehow without opening his eyes or turning to see me he knew I was there. I went straight for the one thing I wanted to know. 'Were you planning on telling me you were here?' 'Why what would you have done then?' 'I dont know, at least I would have known.' 'I didnt know if I wanted to see you.' he replied, looking at me. My mind was getting clearer becuase I felt like I was under attack and I had to bring up the defenses. 'Ok so thats how it is then...' 'Oh dont be so fucking stupid Nick.' he growled, grabbing me round so we were eye to eye. 'You think that I could have came here, seen you and left again? Do you think you are the only one thats fucking heartbroken? You cant see past your own emotions sometimes, you really cant.' I didnt say anything. I felt like just getting up there and then. Forgetting it all. Going back to the bar with Si and just fucking leaving him to it. 'Dont think I ever stopped loving you.' he said. 'Im here because home is shit. It was shit before you came and after you left, and I havnt realised that I could do something about that untill recently. Im over here for a month to stay with John [who was his mate in Manchester] and see if I like it. If I did, I was going to stay, and come and see you.' 'And then what?' 'I dont know, I would have seen where it went, at least if we were friends, at least if we got to see each other even if we werent together.' 'So? What do you want? Are you staying here?' 'Nick I dont know, ive only been here a week. You have to let me think and decide myself.' 'Ok, whatever. I'll leave you alone to find yourself, Im going back in.' He started saying something but I wasnt listening. I got back in and saw Si. I gave him a big hug. 'I was worried about you!' he said 'are you ok?' 'Yeah Im fine, just had to settle something with an old mate, dont worry about it. Drink?' We continued the night. I forgot about S, I really did, and we had a great time. We all went along to a club soon after, and thats where I saw him again with John and his mates, he seemed kind of lost. I was up dancing with Si. At the one moment S looked over is when Si decided to kiss me and slide his hands down my jeans. After we did that, I turned around again and S was still looking at us. When he saw me he turned away and walked over to the bar. I told Si I was going to get another drink and went to the bar. I looked at him, then turned to look at Si. He had already found another group of guys to dance with, he would be ok. Yeah he was hot, but looking back at S, I couldt help but smile. I moved into him and whispered into his ear. 'Glad yor here.' By about half two, John and S were leaving, and Johns flat was only two minutes away from Pauls, where me and Si were staying. I told Si I had to help S home because he was fucked, and he said ok, giving me his spare key to get in. He kissed me passionalty and told me to wait up for him. By the time we got outside, John had fucked off somewhere with someone, and it was just me and S walking back to the flat. He gave me that look he used to give me when he was really horny, and I returned it. More...

Click here to see Nick's original blog post on True Life Tales... So like dont judge me or whatever, ok? I know what your thinking, cuz Im thinking the exact same thing. Why did I screw Si over. The most incredible, fun, and full of life person I have met in along time, he brings me full pelt into his life after lusting after me for months, and as soon as I see me ex im out of there faster than you can say Nick, what the fuck are you doing? But what would you have done if you were me? Think about it, I bet you anything there is someone in your life who you wish you could have just one more night with. And I bet for alot of people that person wont life far away. Well as you know, S lives on the other side of the world, so all the wishing for one more night with him for the last two years was all a total waste of time because I truly believed and had, to a degree, accepted it in my own mind that I would never, ever see him again. So to have the chance, even just to kiss him, to feel his breath on my mouth or just to touch his body, to look at him while he slept, just for one more night. We walked back, and when we passed Pauls flat, I took the spare key that Si had gave me and slipped it under the door mat, texting him 'Got loads to catch up with my m8, left key under mat, see u 2moz, sorry.' We got into Johns flat and walked silently into the spare room. The lights were off so I could just make out his sillohouette as we began undressing. There really wasnt anything to say. I was attracted to him, that night I was. It was all the pent up energy from the past months. I thought at first that this night would have to be the best night, the best sex of my life to make it worth it, otherwise why bother? But no, I decided, I wasnt here to have sex to be gratified, I was here to be with someone who I loved and had cared for. I think there is a difference in how you have sex depending on why you are having it. If its a random hookup, if you just met someone in a bar and went home with them for a shag or hooked up online, then really how much do you care about the other person when having sex? With that type of man, its all about self gratification, isnt it? Sometimes as soon as theyve cum there outta there, it could be ten minutes or less, ur just a hole or a cock to them. And thats fne if ythats what you want at that moment, just pure sex. But its no substitute for sex in a relationship, no way. When you have sex in a relationship, or with someone you care about, you care not just about you getting off but how they are feeling and enjoying it, because then that impacts on the relationship. Sometimes them enjoying it can be even more gratifying than you getting off. I remember the second or third time S and I had sex. It was only a few days after we met, but already we cared for each other so much. We were in his parents house, and I was sleeping over in his bed [the last time that would happen for like 8 months, even after we had been living together after 4] and he was blowing me and I came. And it was really good. Then I said well what can I do for you now, and he told me, smiling, that he didnt care about cumming that night, as long as I was with him. We stayed up the rest of that night in his single bed, looking through his old yearbooks and photos. I remember at that moment thinking ok, what type of person would rather share his entire childhood with me that have sex, but very quickly that came to be something I loved deeply about him. As we undressed, in the here and now of a cold and rainy manchester, near 3 years since we first got together, I was taken back to all those times, so far away, with him. It was an amazing time, and Im not sorry it happened, I loved it, I loved him and I was happy for such a long time there with him. I wasnt, however, pushing my own limits, doing what I wanted or making an impact on the world, but I was only 17, and I was happy. Now, nearly 20, I was happy with my life now, not happier or less happy, but different happy, more excited about the things to come and reflective but encouraged about the things that had been, there is a dynamism, a constant forward motion to my life now that wasnt there when I was living with S. But as we undressed, I was taken back. To the smell of his room, or the smell of the eucalyptus trees in his garden, the sight of the thousands of millions of stars that floodlit the wide open sky, or the sound of peaceful emptiness, the sound of the geese bleeting in the garden or the creaks of that house. There was nothing like being taken back all those miles and years. We came together in the dark and kissed, just as I remembered. I felt his body, it was just as beautiful. He felt mine, he still touched me the same way and I still felt the same when he touched me, electrified. Im not going to explain every single detail fo the sex like I normally do, because I am keeping that memory for myself. It was good. It was what I had expected that night from what our sex life had been when we were together. What was best about it was that it was him. I felt him again inside me, his legs, his chest, his ass and his cock, not anyone elses. It wasnt the greatest purley sexual expereince, but emotionally, it was overpowering. After he came he then said to me what could he do for me, but like it was the first second or third time we ever had sex, I didnt need, or want to cum. It wouldnt add anything to the experience, and it would turn it into something more sexual than I wanted it to be. That night wanst about sex. It was about the two of us. As we were lying there naked in the bed, him drifting off to sleep with his head on my chest, I thought, I thought for many hours. I loved the past with S. And yes, there was a possibility that that past could, in some sense be recreated in the future, and we could have what we used to have. But the problem was that I had grown and changed, and now, that wouldnt be enough for me. I had fallen in love with something else, the unwritten future. We held each other in our arms. I knew in myself that this would be the last time I would be with him, potentially see or even speak to him. The idea of the future was more attractive than the past. But this time, I was making the decision. And it was a definite decision. It was morning, the sun was streaming in. I woke S up. I explained to him what I had been thinking about, and what I had decided. I told him to stay in Manchester or wherever he wanted, to go and experience life himself too, but our paths were too divergent now to come back together. He looked at me for quite a while, stroking my hair. 'You're right' he said. We held each other for a while. Eventually I got up and got my clothes on. I looked at him, lying there naked in the bed. I walked over and kissed him on the forehead. 'Good luck' I said. I left, and I felt like a weight I had been carrying for so long that i didnt even realise had floated away from me like a childs balloon. I was free. I turned the corner to where Pauls flat was, and a little bit of that weight came back down to smack me in the head. My bag was lying at the front door, packed and wet from the rain. I walked up to it, there was a note from Si: 'Hope you had fun with your ex, prick.' I felt bad the way I had treated him, I really did. It wasnt fair, it wasnt his fault, but he had got hurt, a casualty of my selfishness. But I picked up my bag. I felt calm. I hadnt really lost anything, I had known Si for little more than 24 hours. Yes, it was a great 24 hours, but I had tied up that loose end that had come back to whip me in the ass everytime I tried to get close to someone. I buzzed the flat, no one answered. I tried to call Si, then Paul, nothing. i just sent him a text saying I was heading back home, and that I was truly sorry. On the bus, I wrote Si a letter. It was 58 A4 pages, back and front by the time I had finished it. It explained everything, the relationship with S, my own past and what had been happening since then, basically my life, how I live it and why I had to act the way I did that night. I waited a long time before posting that letter. When I got home, I locked myself in my room for a good week, only leaving to go to class when I needed to or to get food. The rest of the time I spent sleeping, thinking, chilling, or doing a bit of work. I just didnt want to speak or to see nayone for a little while. I just wanted to be able to be hapy with myself. After that week I got back to my usual busy schedule, feeling better. I finally posted the letter, too. I posted it the day I posted the first part of this story. I got a text from Si today aswell, it made me smile so much. I hadnt heard from him at all since i had got back. I had seen some of our mutual friends though. He hadnt told them that he invited me to Manchester and that very night I had abandonned him to run off with my ex, he just said that while we had fun, we wernt quite right for each other, and I just agreed. Hes a classy guy, him. The text said, 'I understand. xxx' We're going for coffee next week. Nothing big, no sex or drugs or impromptu trips, just a coffee and a chat. More...

Click here to see Nick's original blog post on True Life Tales... Ive been thinking about the theoretical underpinning of homophobia. If its an extension of straight white male control mechanism, where anything that does not conform to a percieved stereotype of gender roles, sexuality or race is suspect and open for persecution and discrimination, then surley it is like sexism or racism. Sexuality is merley then another human condition that qualifies someone to be singled out. If thats the case, then shouldnt the unpicking of sexism and racism, and the movement towards a more gender equitable society and racialy harmonised society in the western world bring along a society where being gay not a huge deal? Is it so? If it is, then shouldnt equality legislation take care of homophobia like it has neutralised discrimination on the basis of sex and race? So how come in places where equality legislation has been introduced for LGBT people there is relativley the same amount or ferocity of homophobia as there is in other places? Or is homophobia something different? Is being gay different from being black or a woman? One way to tackle racial and gender inequalities is to have affirmative action. So if being gay is just like being black or a woman, then why dont we have affirmative action for LGBT people? Should there be? Affirmative action seems pretty unpopular in many circles, but it certanily works in terms of promoting people who wouldnt necessarily have been promoted because of their gender or race. In Norway they brought in a law last year that required companies to have 40% of their boardmembers women or face being shut down by the government. Could you concievably demand that a company have 10% of its boardmembers LGBT or be shut down? The thing is you can hide your sexuality, you cant hide your race or your gender as well. So does that mean tackling inequality for LGBT people isnt as important as fighting racism and sexism? Well no becuase the LGBT population face discrimination on a level that neither women nor other ethnic minorities face. Is it the patriarchy still not overthrown and re-manifesting itself as the enemy of primarily LGBT people? But then is that patriarchy much different to the one that subdued women and tried to keep them in their place, as it does with LGBT people. If its the same patriarchy, then when women fought and libertaed themselves, they succeeded, more or less, but LGBT people who have been fighting openly for liberation since 1969 have not had nearly the same success that women have had in fighting the patriarchy...why? Is it because we are a smaller section of the population? But black people in the US are of a similar percentage of the population, and their success of tackling the oppressing forces, i would hazard a guess that it was the white patriarchy, is incredible. Why cant we replicate a similar success? is it because homophobia is something completley different from sexism and racism altogether, and we have been trying to tackle it in a similar way, thus not having much success? More...

Click here to see Nick's original blog post on True Life Tales... Its been over with the doctor for a few weeks now, just as long as I have stopped smoking actually. I think it was over from that disastrous minute I said I love you, and didnt mean it. I think I consigned myself to repeating the usual patterns of relationships... 1) Have fun for a few months 2) Tell them I love them when I dont because I think they wont like me enough unless I try make some sort of overblown gesture or commitment 3) Introduce them to my mother 4) Never speak to them again. It wasnt just me that was the problem with the doctor, it really was him. Like I had been away working all weekend, and I get back. I knew I only had a couple of days before I had to go away for work again, so I decided to spend it with the doctor rather than going home. So he picks me up from the station, and all is fine, kinda. Im stressed and tired, and hes not exactly supportive. He says stuff like 'what you doing that for' when its my fucking work, and doesn tlisten then asks again a few minutes later what all that was about. At the same time I had a homeless couple staying in my flat up north. They were in between staying with a friend and getting a house, and had been sleeping on someones floor for months. I wasnt home much so I let them stay there. But I get a text as im on the train heading home from that weekend I was working at, saying 'can you call us asap please, thanks.' I try call them, cant get through. I was going out of my fucking mind very quickly. If the landlord found them I would be toast! Had they had to go to hospital? Were they locked out? I didnt know! and I didnt know because i couldnt get any answer on the phone or the text. I even called my flatmate to go and check on them see what had happened, he said there was no answer at the door. So as you can imagine when you hav a homeless gay couple in your flat and on the other side of the country, and cant get through, your kinda worried. The doctor wasnt much help, he said something along the lines of 'well you put you arse on the line, serves you right.' Turns out the problem was the fire alarm and i couldnt get them on the phone because they had gone out and left their phones at home! To add to that, his other doctor friends came round that afternoon for tea...yes, he may only be 25 but he has fucking afternoon tea. So they were chatting and I was feeling about 12 years old. He was working the next day, so he goes to bed about 10 and I stay up watching TV. The next day, I had a really important, stressful meeting, but decided to make him dinner. After my meeting I went to the shop and got some really lovley food. I came home, cleaned the kitched, put his washing on for him and made chicken parmagana and taglatelle carbonarra, yes...two meals in one! He came home, 'whats that your doing?' I put the food down in fron of him 'whats all this then?' in a snooty tone. What the fuck right? It doesnt get nay better. I was going out that night for my mates birthday, and really wanted him to come, but he couldnt because he had work and the rest fair enough...but as im getting ready, he gets a call from his mate, and oh suddenly hes off out too. That night I had a brilliant night out, and I started referring to him as my ex! The next night im trying to get to sleep on my couch while other people are fucking on my bed, and I get a text from the doctor saying 'if you ever leave the kitchen in that state again you wont be comeing back.' that was it for me, i went off on one. A few days later he apologised, said he was joking...whatever. Last time I spoke to him was a week or so after that, I was stoned out my nut, got a call from him, telling me to come over the next night. I didnt, and shouted down the phone to him. And havent heard a peep since! The thing is, hes depresed. He never wanted to be a doctor, but his father is also a doctor, as is his sister and his other brother. He never told me he never wanted to be one, I told him, and he knew it. Plus hes got this secret life. Hes not out to his family, and you cant keep it going for so long. That didnt put me off though, I would have stuck by him and helped him figure out who he was and what he wanted, but he was too scared, and there are only so many times that I was goin to try and help him and be rebuffed. Untill he loves himself, he cant ever love anyone else, and I deserve someone who can love me and himself. More...

Click here to see Nick's original blog post on True Life Tales... haha its a small world! I was helping a mate today with this interview thing for her uni work, and who does her classmate happen to be but the doctors best pal!! He hadnt spoken to the doctor in a few weeks either, didnt know we had poper split up, so i dont know maybe it was harder on him than I thought? Hooking up with a total stunner tomorrow for some proper sex, lets call him the italian. We had an amazing session the other week, 2 hours we were at it, I was eating his tight hairy hole on his small, round ass for at least a half hour then fucked the boy for a good hour. He was mainly on all fours on the bed, head buried into the pillow moaning as i slammed it in him, was great! But im having good sex with someone im not in a relationship with. And when i was in the relationship with the Doctor, by the end the sex consisted of sucking each other for 20 minutes before blowing it on each other. Noow how is that sex? OK i mean its sex, but in a relationship? when your with the person all night, and all there is is a glorifed wank? Thats not sex. I think part of the problem was the passion maybe wasnt there. But then again you can have amazin sex with someone whoes name you dont know. So I dont get it. Its not a pattern, not yet, but certanily with the dcotor the sex got shit even when the relationship was still strong, unless that contributed to the decay of the relationship. Obviousley we both knew the sex was crap, even though it was his fault. But the sex with the italian is some of the best, it really is. He is one of those bottoms who just wants to take it and take it, and cant wait for u to get in his ass. Plus he has an amazing hole. I mean we have only done it once so far, but it was squeaky clean and he took it for an hour with no complaints. In fact when I arrived, he was wearing jeans and a hoody. After rolling around and making out, I slid my had down his jeans and he was wearing a jock strap! But then again, I have a go at the doc, but sex doesnt always have to be anal. There can be great sex without even turning over. But if the passion isnt there then... Certanily for me, anal sex is alot about passion and desire than rudimentary sex. When I have somone in me its usually because i really want to get someone in me, i just want to feel my hole filled with cock. But what is the biggest turn on with the italian is his ass, and the fact that he likes being fucked so much and I like to fuck him. It is kinda degrading, just a hole to unload, but its mutually beneficial. He wants it, and I want to give it. Anal sex isnt totally degrading if its consenual, but it isnt the cnetral theme of gay sex either. I would still love having sex with the itlian whether i fucked him or not, I would still call the sex with the doctor shit even if he fucked me again. More...

Click here to see Nick's original blog post on True Life Tales... Im heding away for a few intense days of work, so deicded to releive the sexual tension that had built up in me for a week or so and last night I found myself a shag. He didnt live far away and looked like a stunner in his pics, he was Dominican with a hot tanned body and meaty cock. I went along to his flat and we chatted for a good 20 minutes, lovely guy, then went into the bedroom. We started kissing and taking of our clothes. His tounge licked my now naked body all over and he kneeled down on one knee, realling going at my nipples while my cock expanded and rubbed against his hairless chest. I lent my head back as the domincan moved his powerful tounge down my body and literaly swallowed my cock hole. He pulled right back then slammed his mouth all the way down my shaft. Was well hot. I held his head and helped him get my dick right in his throat. I fucked his mouth like I would fuck a slutty ass, fat and rough, and I pushed my dick as far in as it would go, moving his head around a bit so he was getting all of my dick in his mouth. He seemed to really like it! I dont know how he was breathing because he didnt pull away for quite a while, instead he pulled my body into me so he could get all of it in him. I slid out of his mouth, my thick hard cock glistening with his spit. He looked up at me begging for more, so I slammed it back in and he got it all in one. I fucked his throat for a while before we got onto the bed which was sensibley covered in towels. He sat me up on the bed and kneeled over me. He held his thick fucker in one had and puled back the foreskin to reveal his hot head. He rubbed his piss slit around my lips, and he liked the feeling of rubbing it against my lip ring. I liked him because he made really affirmative noises, its nice to be appreciated. He forced a finger into my mouth and opened it up, sliding his dick in. i couldnt swallow the whole thing but I made a good job of blowing him for a good while. He was licking and nibbling my ears and stuff, and asked if I could deep throat. I said he was a bit too big but I could try. He said if he could force feed his cock into my mouth, i said it sounded hot! The saftey code was to pull his left nipple. I got down on the floor on my knees, and he stood, I got a great view of his flat muscled chest and well developed pecks and perky brown nipples. I prepeared myself for getting his good 8 inches or so down my throat, and put my hand near his nipple ready to grab on it. I slid down on his cock and got half way before I couldnt get any more in. He held my head and slowly moved himself closer in. i started choking as he hit my gag reflex and immeditaly pulled on his nipple. He whipped his cock out and I regained my composure. The Dominican told me to relax and he masaged my throat a little. This time I was determined to get more in. He held my head again and he slid his cock in my mouth in a smooth motion. When I felt it against the back of my throat and made that choking sound he stopped and pulled back a little, but then pushed again. I was kinda choking but I really wanted to be able to do what he did. I pulled him closer to me as I fought with the gag reflex. I spultered but he kept pushing in, telling me 'thats it, take it all, take it in.' We tried a few more times, but I couldnt get the whole thing in like him. i enjoyed having him force his cock into my mouth, it was a whole sub thing going on I think, and he liked it when i was choking!! We were back on the bed and I was on my back, legs in the air with his tounge darting around my ass and his fingers exploring my hole. I lay my head back and enjoyed the amazing sensation of my ass expanding and his tounge getting right in my hole. No poppers, I just took it. He rolled a condom on his throbbing dick and lubed me up some. Pulling my legs wide apart, he focused on my hole and slid his cock in like he did with my mouth. I got that all in no problem, he did well good rimming my ass. He fucked me slowly, saying hoe beautiful it looked, it must have done! His cock seemed to fit my hole perfectly. We fucked slow, then he would go on a wee bender and slam it in and out of my ass in short bursts that would make me moan really loud. He would also fight to get the whole thing right the way in. We fucked for a good hour, I went on top for a bit, then me on my front, clutching the towels on the bed as he lied on top of me and continued his erratic fucking style, slow then slamming so I never knew what was coming next. He asked me where I wanted his cum, I told him all over my face. He turned me round then leaned over my face, whipped of the condom and slowly wanked his cock, his piss slit rubbing over my mouth and face. He shot a fucking massive wad. There must have been 8 or 9 powerful spurts that slapped me in the eye, nose, mouth, everwhere. I loved it, and he rubbed it all over with his cock head. In the meantime I had been wanking my dick and with the feelign of hot cum all over me I shot and added to it. We got cleaned up and I jumped in his shower, not alot of talking after because it turned out he was bi and not out to anyone!! I sat smiling to myself on the bus home, gotta meet up with him again, so any tips on how I can swallow his full cock next time lads? More...

Click here to see Nick's original blog post on True Life Tales... Straight people can really miss some good oppertunities when they dont have sex like gay people. I went for a coffee with my friend Suzie the other day, and she told me the weirdest story. Now Suzie is into amatuer dramatics...I know but who am I to judge...so theres a guy at the amateur dramatics club called Jamie. Jamie works in a pawn shop in the city. Ive met him once and hes lovley, like really nice, genuine guy with a huge heart, as well as being massive physically, well over 6"4. Jamie has a girldfriend, Kirsten, who is also in the amateur dramatics club. So the other day, Suzie, Jamie and some others, but crucially not his girlfriend went for a drive down to the beach. But it was cold and wet and windy so they decided to drive up to the park instead. Now for some reason at the park, Jamie asked Suzie if she would get her clothes of for him and he would do it to (note these people are all in their 20's). Suzie wouldnt do it in the park, so Jamie suggested they go back to his flat. So all four of them went back to the flat, and Jamie and Suzie went into the bedroom, stood a good foot apart and took their clothes of. So their both standing there, naked, then they put their clothes back on...despite the fact that Suzie fancies Jamie something rotten, and I assume Jamie does too. This is where I had to put down my bucket of caramel latte and interject. 'so you just stood their looking at each other...and nothing happened?' i asked in disbelief. 'Yup, but he was huge though, I mean massive.' she gestured with her hands and I gasped. 'actually??' 'yeah, and he wasnt even hard, although he said he was getting a semi!' I was in shock. I didnt get it! How could you be naked in a room with someone you fancy and whp has a big whoore of a knob!! Straight people make my head hurt sometimes. So they put their clothes back on and then went back to the others, who knew they had been in getting naked. At the amateur dramatics club the next night, Suzie and Jamie and the 2 others kept laughing about the whole getting naked/massive penis thing, much to the annoyance of Jamies girlfriend Kirsten who kept giving Suzie evils. On that actually me and Suzie did a little onlne stalk of Kirsten so i could see her and shes ugly as sin. So while we were out having coffee, Im like i want to go see jamie!! by the time we had finished tho the pawn shop was closed so we agreed to go the next day. So the next day (yesterday) I got this dug out this really expensive necklace my dad got me but i never wear it becuase my dads not a nice person and I dont want to wear it to take it down tot he pawn shop. We walked in and there was Jamie, looking all tall and hung...Suzie was talking to him for a bit then nudged me to say i wanted to sell this necklace I had. Turns out they would only give me £40, it was white gold plated, not actual white gold, it didnt surprise me though, my dad is a cheap git. But Suzie and Jamie had a good flirt. He was showing us his knew PS3, and I said 'it looks big, can i stroke it?' Jamie looked taken aback and Suzie laughed and said 'he knows!' quite amusing, and we're all going out next weekend, so if they havnt started dating by then I have to take some evasive action to get them together, as im much more likley to get a photo of Jamies big knob if him and Suzie are shagging!! But straight people really need to get a grip, if there in a situation where they can get pumped...get pumped! More...