Bronxload

One reason I usually don't have a second drink is that I know it makes it really likely that I will have a third and a fourth because of how easily my judgment is impaired. Yesterday, at a barbecue at a friend's house, I had at least four, and when I left I was definitely impaired as well as pretty horned up from flirting with a guy who eventually split with someone else. So I headed to a nearby adult bookstore looking to get off quickly. Soon as I walked down the darkened aisle, I was beckoned into a booth by a fit looking, 40-something hispanic. The door closed and his hands were all over my ass and down the back of my shorts, reaching for my hole. Now I have been fucked by more guys than I can count and plenty whose faces I never, ever saw, but despite that, I need some serious foreplay to open up and take a cock. This guy couldn't seem to understand why I wasn't just bending over and letting him in my ass, and my Spanish and his English weren't good enough to get us past the issue. So three minutes later I was out of the booth. Over the course of the next hour or so I sucked three guys, two to completion. My buzz was dying, and I was pretty close to shooting my load but I wanted more than jerking off onto the floor with a cock in my mouth so I held back while swallowing the jizz of a young Indian guy with amazingly hairy legs. Trouble was, once I was outside in the hallway again, I realized I'd had the pick of the available men. I hung around for a while longer but the crowd was not improving, or changing much. However, there's a type of bookstore regular many New York gay men will recognize: Asian men who speak no English who are totally into sucking cock, almost pushy about it, and usually pretty good at it. When this thirtysomething, short, slender Asian guy showed up, I figured we could both be happy fast. I slipped into the booth that he took. Well this guy understood what my first encounter had not. I mean he was on my cock right away, but his hands were soon playing with my ass, teasing my hole. And when he slid his finger in there, he took his mouth off my dick and said “I'm gonna fuck you,” in completely unaccented English. Then he stood up and said, “Get me hard so I can do it.” Jesus, it was hot. I mean, he was just as determined as guy numero uno, and hardly subtle, but he was really working to turn me on. I was bent over sucking him and he was leaning forward to finger my ass, encouraging me with dirty talk. Now I do have thing for role reversals, so the idea of all 6'0”, 188 lbs of me on my knees getting ready to be bitch fucked by a guy at least half a foot shorter and maybe fifty pounds lighter—well, I was completely grooving on it. His cock was nothing out of the ordinary but it was totally hard and it was attached to someone who completely pushed my buttons. I was momentarily disappointed when I heard him opening a something plastic, but it turned out to be a packet of lube, not a condom, and I was moaning as he greased up my hole. The fuck itself turned out to be pretty short. Our dirty talk had started out as a whisper but it didn't stay that way. When he said, “Jesus, here it comes,” all I could say was “Inside! Inside!” I was holding onto the wall of the booth rather than jerking myself but in my head I was coming as he was shuddering and slamming my ass. As he pulled out I turned around to clean his cum off his dick, but he held his hand up to stop me, pulled up his shorts with the other, and, grinning at me, unlocked the door and was gone. So by this point all I can think about his how horny I am and I was so ready to just jerk off and leave. But then someone was pushing at the door and it was the first guy again and I was ready and he fucked me hard and mean and deep using another man's seed so I could take his dick.

Used to do a threesome with a couple that lives kinda nearby, but I let it cool off 'cause it was always the same. I fucked the skinny, smooth bottom while the bearish top fucked me. Ran into the "top" on the train tonight, was feeling pretty horny, and when he casually mentioned that the bf was out of town, I invited myself over. And learned that the whole rigid roleplay thing was the bf's idea and Mr. Bear Top was totally looking to get fucked. He was also pretty into some VA and spit and humiliation before I drilled his ass and filled it with my load. I know I could definitely push things further next time.

Caught a round of drinks last night with a kid who had interned in my office. We'd flirted but never done more. He'd moved out to the west coast with his bf, but I guess that is over (or about to be), 'cause he's back in NYC. He's very slender, but very defined and, it turns out, amazingly smooth. We were in his hotel room about 45 minutes after we ordered our drinks and, god, it was amazing eating out his ass: clean, sweet and tender. He said, "I don't have a condom," and I said, "that's because you don't want me to use one," and he grinned. So I didn't and it was amazing afterward felching my load out of his hole. We relaxed for a while and after I started egging him on about it, he gave me his load in my ass, which I had wanted for about three years.

I was 18 and had gone to a gay students' association meeting my second week of college with the express purpose of getting laid. I succeeded rapidly and left with a grad student (who at 26 seemed so much older and more worldly, partly because he looked like Roger Daltry). We went to his place and there was much awkward fumbling on my part, but I got his load. Twenty minutes later, just as I was drifting off, the boyfriend arrived. Much drama thereafter.

Twice in one week at a bar called Phoenix in New Orleans. Earlier in the week I traded oral with a nicely built guy with a great ass I should have eaten out in tribute. He wasn't eager to cum when I was and he didn't want to swallow, so I shot on my hand and fed some of it to a cub who'd been standing beside us. Tonight I thought I was gonna get blown by a lean dude but his cock was really irresistible and so I was down on my knees while the bar watched. He shot in my mouth and I swallowed it all. Wish I'd urged him to fuck me, but it was still sweet and hot.

Thanks. About what I expected. Guess I know how to start my visit!

I am definitely planning on a few visits here, and wouldn't mind any tips. But, strange as it sounds, I am also wondering whether the advertised gym facilities are at all useful. The guest house where I am staying has nothing in the way of weights or cardio equipment, and I am trying to figure out whether I need to pay for a few days at a real gym or if I can get by on this place.

Yeah, I swallow. Isn't that the point of giving a blow job?

This kid, 24-25 I think, had been emailing me and I had pretty much ignored it because it seemed like he was only writing late at night when he was drunk and I don't like fucking around with drunk guys because they're limp and useless a lot of the time. But last night I got home after a long day helping out a buddy and I was frustrated enough to say, 'what the hell' and respond to him. Half an hour later I'm at his apartment and he is pretty drunk and I would never notice him walking by on the street but he does have this amazingly firm ass. It's hairy in some way undefinable way that really gets me hard. Apparently it did the same thing for someone else, too, because I can taste the jizz when I throw his legs in the air and eat him out. Spitting the cum on his face makes him moan and I have to threaten him to keep him from jerking off before I even get my dick in his ass. I came pretty fast--always do in a cummy ass--then took his load in my mouth and spit out on his face. Not my usual encounter but it worked for both of us last night.

It's all about the semen. I learned to fuck and get fucked, suck and get sucked before condoms were expected, and getting a guy to share his load or take mine is really the whole point of sexual contact.

I'm a NYSC member and I can't recommend their locations for onsite hookups. Too much traffic, too mixed a clientele. I see the ads on Craigslist where guys talk about actually getting off, but I don't think it happens with any real frequency. But if you make eye contact with someone who lives nearby...

Haven't been in a true dark room in years, though I can remember a couple of really wild ones from visits to Italy, labyrinth-like pits where it was possible to get all the ass or cock you wanted. I wish that kind of experience could still be had in New York City...