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More... I've been totally out of blogging for the past month due to some personal and emotional issues I call 'quarter age crisis' that I've lost my libido. I haven't had the desire to even pleasure myself that I didn't touch myself for two weeks twice. One reason was that I met a guy in September that made me question my relationship. Despite my infidelity over the years, I've managed to control the situation and never allowed my heart to detract from my love. The new boy and I met and hung out for a month, long enough to know that it's not mere infatuation and we haven't even fucked. I love my boyfriend but I certainly have feelings for the new guy and the feeling is reciprocated. I'm the kind of guy who usually forgets the guy when he's out of sight but I haven't been able to shake him off my head. Good thing we live in different cities far apart which will hopefully give me time and space for my feelings for him to cool. I love my boyfriend and I can definitely love this new guy. I refuse to have both cuz it won't make any of the 3 happy. I chatted with Big Shot on MSN a few weeks ago and confessed my feelings for him when we met but those sentiments have since subsided. I smiled when he responded with the same feelings but he has a block against guys from different cities cuz fo bad experience with long-distance relationships. I still check out his pics on Facebook and question "what if?" Then there's my concerns about life goals, career and friends. More...

More... I brought Big Shot out to dinner last night as he's in the city for a 48 hour business trip and we had a great conversation about cars, work, life etc. Compared to other guys I meet, there was no awkward silence and no need to bull shit, words just flowed between us. It's our third rendez-vous but the first time was a fuck with few words exchanged. The reason we got along so well because he's so mature for a 24 year old and that we have similar backgrounds and interests. Recounting his many friends all over the continent, I find it hard to believe when he said he's extremely shy therefore hasn't been able to meet guys. This guy is a social butterfly but it takes times for him to warm up to people, as I experienced during our last meet in L.A. After a brief tour of the city at night, things moved to my place. The guy didn't stop talking but in a good way, and as usual I had to be the one to make the move, holding his neck in my hands for a kiss. We resumed the talk and kissed again a few times til I commanded him to sit on the couch next to me. Big Shot is an amazing kisser, nibbling each other and sucking each others tongues like a Dyson vacuum. I was reminded of his dollar-size nipples when I peeled off his shirt. Several times, I pulled back after a few minutes of kissing to look at the guy, pondering 'what if,' why I think he's sexy, numerous other things flashed thru my mind. As I mentioned in my last post, I'm going thru a life crisis questioning myself, and similar questions arose as I was making out with Big Shot. I started to worry about my erectile dysfunction, and the more I thought about it, the worse the situation became that I wasn't able to get hard. I was also thinking whether we should get into the leather play we're both very much into but I decided against it as I wasn't really up for it and it would've been too much hassle. We tried it again in the bed and no erection came out of it that we gave up and kissed and cuddled. Though the guy is definitely overweight but there's something so sexy about him, the maturity, baby face with a kinky streak. Informed that he had to be ready by 8 A.M. the next morning, I casually mentioned "I'd love to spend the night with you." To my surprise, he responded "for sure." I was totally not expecting that since he had a hotel room and it meant we would have to wake up at an ungodly hour. Now writing this, did that reply conveyed he was really interested in me as well? During our pillow talk, I confessed the thought "what if" crossed my mind when we were making out and I can't tell if he's quashing my dreams or fishing for my genuine thoughts, he interjected "I thought your crush on me was over." I half-heartedly said "yeah" but to be honest, a sliver of interest remains. I barely slept last night as he breathed and snored within minutes after lights were out. Our hands occassionally explored each others bodies and we kissed repeatedly in the darkness. My boner arrived in the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep so I went down and sucked him for a few minutes. We rose reluctantly at 6:30 to drop him off back at the hotel. The guy is definitely boyfriend material and I can tell we're both interested in each other. Okay, he's overweight but that doesn't bother me, his handsome baby face, maturity, and kinky side appeal to me. He actually inspired me during his convo about work, getting me to aspire for bigger things cuz I don't wanna nickel-and-dime thru life. For years I thought I was okay with a mediocre living but he woke me up that if I didn't have a passion for a profession, I might as well do something that'll make big bucks allowing me to enjoy life in other ways. Yet, I'm not ready to dump my boyfriend for a new relationship. More...

More... It's amazing that sex becomes so insignificant when the mind is precoccupied with other things in life. This is coming from a guy who used to surf porn everyday and try scoring a hot ass whenever possible. I've cancelled my Manhunt subscription last month and don't even bother cruising guys when I see them. I got my first random encounter in 2 months a few days ago at the gym showers. We caught each other's eye thru the gap of the shower partition and dried off into the sauna. I just lay my junk out there which rose from the attention. He stroke and sucked me off a bit til I told him to wet his finger and shove up my ass, I just jacked off. He wasn't my type, balding middle age but just what I needed: a quick unload. I confessed to Big Shot about my feelings and due to several circumstances, he turned me down. So I'm glad I've settled that, we'll just enjoy whatever comes our way. More...

More... I contracted the black plague in New York if you know what I mean. I’m essentially colourblind, for me it’s the essence of the person that makes them attractive but the scarcity of hot black boys in Toronto made them more appealing when I was confronted with so many in New York City over Thanksgiving. I’ve shagged guys of every major ethnicity but haven’t had much black in recent years (except the 24 year old Jamaican, a total Calvin Klein model Djimon Housou lookalike, I met in the spring and I didn’t blog about). At the first gay bar I was at, The Urge, I eye flirted with this beefy black guy as he was at the bar buying his first drink. He came up to me in a few minutes and gave me all these compliments and tested the goods as he felt me up. Since I was already buzzed and seeing he was was brazen, I ran my hand over his loose tee to feel his rippling abs and pecs which caused my jaw just to just drop and I became envious of how black boys can be so ripped. But as hot as his body may be, Nev didn’t have an attractive face and we parted after some groping and feeling each other up as if we had already fucked. The Urge wasn’t even a black oriented joint but the next guy who caught my eye was a short artsy and preppy black boy Kevin. With the courage of all the alcohol I had in me, I chatted him up and he even invited me to head to the G Lounge where he was going with his friends. I really liked the guy but was too buzzed and lazy to head over and gave up on that. I bursted out laughing to myself on the subway the following day when the Bank of America poster featured this black kid who I was mildly drawn to. In normal circumstances, I don't think I would've had the urge for the boy but I was going thru a phase. More...

More... I was ready to take off after working my shoulders and back at the gym but the dark hair college guy I was eyeing on the gym floor came into the locker room as I was untying the laces on my shoes. I took my time as I watched him stripped outta his sweaty clothes and hit the steam room. Surprisingly, the first thing that came to my mind was ‘what underwear he was wearing’ and not ‘should I join him.’ So I snuck up to his locker (funny that a lot of straight boys leave their lockers unlocked) and fingered thru his shorts to find his sweaty white Hanes briefs. Then I shut the door to ponder if I should take that item and run or join him in the steam room. Judging by his choice of underwear, I knew my prey was straight and given that I was in SoHo, not exactly gay neighbourhood, I thought that it’d be a waste of time. That was until I saw this tall black boy in street clothes strip down and head towards the steam room and realized it can be cruisey in there. I positioned myself next to my target in the steam room and let my junk hang loosely. I prayed for his attention while ignoring the other cruisers but got nothing, no eye contact or gestures indicating his interest then he left for the showers. With only the tall black boy and a tall guy in his 30s left, I hit the sauna for a change of scenery to find a middle age guy with his 7 inch shaved tool hanging brazenly like laundry in the back yard. For me the face is a great attraction and his guy was no catch but the hairy tall guy previously in the steam room followed me and brushed his finger on my butt when I stood in front of him. This 6’ guy wasn’t stunning or anything but he was at the right place at the right time, presumably closeted. Having gotten my attention, he stepped out of the sauna with a big silent invitation back to the steam room so I followed. As they say “flattery will get you everywhere,” the guy repeatedly complimented on how hot I was which brought my dick to full mast and onto his lips in seconds. Being the guy who loves to pleasure my partner, I reached down to give his piece a tuck but he brushed me away so I let him go about his work on mine thinking he’s the type loves to pleasure. Being the curious one, I reached down again and was shocked I could barely hold onto his cock given how ecstatic he was. I let him jack me as I pulled on his, I made the conscious effort to measure his cock by wrapping my hand over that tool and managed to cover it all so it can’t be more than 2 inches. I let go and let him milk himself, pulling his hands off whenever he got to the edge til he shot on the third time. I’m never a size queen but was surprised at the presumably closeted guy’s endowment given his 6’ plus stature. He left right away after he blew and I was left with the tall black voyeur who watched the whole episode but he didn’t express any interest so I left. More...

More... It's bizzarre how God throws us curves. The all mighty bestowed on this pretty hot 29 year old the above, may I say, handicap. I was browsing profiles online and came across this dick from a pretty guy, the type whom I would pick up at a bar, who's a top. Yet I'm trying to imagine what positions he can fuck in and the only possibility I see is him laying on his back whilst the bottom squats with his back facing him leaning forward in the direction of this top's feet. Would I kick him out of be if I peel down his pants? No. But he'd definitely be a challenge. There's also Leather Rocker from the Eagle N.Y.C. I have yet to update. More...

More... This happened back in November, the Tuesday after Thanksgiving. I couldn't figure out where to go in N.Y.C. on a quiet Tuesday night to meet guys, hopefully for a hot fuck though I was actually thinking that a hot cock would suffice. The bars were quiet so I took the more direct approach, The Eagle NYC, where stroking dick or even fucking was the norm. The first and last time I was at Eagle Bar NYC was 1998 when I first came out and visited the joint when it was still on the West Side Highway. That was my first experience of a backroom and expected no less at its current address. I was surprised there were only a handful of people when I arrived on the main floor. But all it takes is one as I positioned myself at the bar next to a guy with shoulder length hair in ripped t-shirt and leather pants who was checking me out at the same time. We started chatting even before my drink arrived and I spoke into his ear and planted my face 2 centimeters away from his, totally invading his private area and making my intentions known. Phillip, his name, was presumably a rocker by the way he dressed and the fact he didn't look like a regular leather bar patron of bear-bellies and muscle-daddies. He confirmed my observation when he told me he was at a rock concert prior. I didn't delve too much into his business as he didn't want to reveal and we were there for cock, not a real get-to-know session. Our hands carressed each others' skin within minutes of the conversation and the action got more brazen as we shifted to a dark corner several feet away with our cocks flopping out. He suggested moving to the toilet where we kissed and sucked with a growing audience who wanted to join. The problem with these backrooms is that everybody wants to join when there is action. But were we there individually, nobody would touch us. The many hands feeling both of us up got too distracting so I suggested his place to which he reluctantly accepted. The condition was that he'd get to tap my round smooth butt. I made a split second choice to lie and accept to give him a try up my ass even though I knew I was a horrible bottom and not really ready. Between a hot pretty man in leather and my ass, I chose to sacrifice the latter. He took a few minutes too long to pee and I feared I had lost him to another guy in the john. He reiterated the condition "I wanna fuck you tonight" The guy with dark hair and smooth skin was even sexier in under the light as he put on his full-length black leather coat. I followed him a few steps behind to board the Mercedes S-class I saw when entered the joint, mentally questioning who would have such a ride at that place. We stripped and made out on the bed at his suite at the SoHo Grand. He was the exact fuck I prefer, clean cut with a light piggy side. We kissed for what seems like forever, slobbered on each others cock, both of us about 6.5" to 7". I was trying to figure out how to fulfill my promise to take on his dick as I bobbed up and down on what would be my tormentor. Being the asshound I am, turned flipped things around and pleasured him tremendously with my rimming and sucking that he seemed to have forgotten my ass. As things would have it, I even turned the tables, slapping my dick at his asscrack til he begged for me to fuck him. I fucked him in every position, favourite being his chest on the bed and entering him from behind, as we dirty talked. In the end, I orgasmed on his chest but he didn't cum. As I gathered my things, he asked for my age and I was shocked to learn that he's 50 and Mexican, while I thought he was 38 or so. There are few instances in whcih I would get his contact but didn't feel like it that night and so Phliip the hot 50 year old leather rocker will always be a hot memory. More...

More... I admit I'm a spontanteous guy, thanks for my schedule and financial means. I had no plans to travel Monday morning but Big Shot, who always gets what he wants with his strong powers of persuasion, got me to board a plane Monday evening for Montréal. He offered me to stay at his house since his parents were away and his body for use, horny and foolish, I accepted that invitation. The funny thing was that I first messaged him on Facebook Monday morning and got a SMS reply 30 minutes later. But when Big Shot texted me, he hadn't read my Facebook message yet until after a few message exchanges. He commented how we our minds are in sync and pushed further that we should meet. We had a great fuck Monday night shortly after we both landed. Him in his worn chaps and Nasty Pig thong and me in a codpiece under my Mr S chaps tucked into my engineer boots. Big Shot has been letting me know his desire for physical abuse and fear during our sessions in addition to the usual leather gear in our recent convos. We got to that point twice during that night, once when he was blindfolded with nipple clamps on and scared shitless when I ran a Neuro knife thru his torso, him worried that it was knife slitting his body. I learned something else about my preferances at that moment as I tented my codpiece within seconds watching him writhe and wimper in agony. He hustled for more abuse after that and I began realising that I'm more into the smell of leather and creating anticipation of the sex than instilling fear and abuse. Despite my attempts to create a scenario to fulfill that fetish, nothing came up. That was until he provoked me by spitting into my mouth and after a hot kiss. As if I was possessed, I held his head tightly and spat back, warning him "don't you spit at me!" The response was instinctive, punishing him by hitting his face with my bare hand then stood up and kicked his face with the sides of my boots, stomping on his chest glaring into his eyes. All that transpired in a minute or two and we both breathed a sigh of relieve knowing he had incited me. Big Shot's biggest turn-on is assplay and I split his ass first with a buttplug and had him spit shining and servicing me a while before I challenged him further with anal beads and then my cock. As I posted before, Big Shot has a pretty big fat ass and I really have trouble digging inside as his butt cheeks would engulf half of my dick before I could penetrate him. I often go limp shortly after inside him because it's a uncomfortable position. As frank as I normally am, I couldn't bring this up to him since he is concious of his body weight but I worry that he see's me as having ED (though I do occassionally have the problem; how much I miss to be 22 again when I could rise at any moment). We fucked again this morning but I wasn't really up for extensive toys and gear, we ended up jacking off with me all donned in leathers and him holding my boots to his lips, slurping over them. My balls churned out the load at the sight of him adorning my boots and feeling the heels against his nuts. We got to connect on a more personal level during my 1.5 day here. The guy is still appealing but right now a new relatinship is not a consideration for me and so we're just enjoying what we have. Though I can't help wonder whenever he asks "where and what is Jason thinking?" Is he merely curious or is it something more? More...

More... I've always been pretty adventurous with sex, from buying my first harness shortly after I came out to my endeavours into S&M play the past 5 years. It all started with my interest in leather, I recall I was at a club when I was in college and the guy dancing next to me was wearing these tight jeans and cowboy boots. Without paying attention to his face, I threw a raging boner on the spot (which tends to happen easily at 20) imagining the things I would do with him with his boots in my face. S&M means different things to different people. The common misconception is that the top is in control but without the sub surrendering control and agreeing to certain behaviours, the scneario would never succeed. Even though I'm the top when playing with Big Shot, he's actually what I'd call a 'pushy bottom' in that he's the one always pushing what he wants to me. Being the top was quite labourious with him having to wrestle the toys and gags while he sits and endures the pain, or pleasure. The thrill for me is when a guy worships my leather and seeing him grimace as I tortured him, knowing the power I have and the lengths he would go to satisfy me. For Big Shot, he always gets what he wants such as convincing me to visit him last minute so he could surrender himself and feel the high of losing control. He's confessed over the past few months he wants to be really humuliated and one guy even made him cry, making him realise he's more submissive than previously thought. I want to take that control from him and see him totally helpless. During out talks, we agreed that I was not really dominant and I've really been thinking about asserting myself. So talking with others who share the same proclivity over the pass week, I learned that confidence and dominance are synonymous. Looking back during the scene with Big Shot last week, there were several instances I was uncertain whether the belt was whipping the right spot on his ass or if what I was doing was really pleasurable for both of us. These doubts manifested itself causing us to abandon the deed. Sometimes I wish I was as ambitious with my life and career as I am with sex. I've been chatting with other guys to give me insight of how to gain confidence thereby dominance, so I can push the envelope, bring a guy to beg and cry for me. The guy I thought most appropriate and knowledgeable was Todd and I've chatted with him again asking him to mentor me. Our convo last night proved I sought the right help as he shares the same high breaking down a guy. More...

More... How much I'd love to work on this hairy body, especially after he's worked out hard at the gym or practice, then sniff around that cup like a little hound before I engulf its contents. More...

More... I'm a bad blogger, there are always excuses but truth is sex has been nonexistent for the past 2 months since Big Shot. Yeah, I met with Todd, the older guy after having requested him to mentor me on BDSM play. It's funny how I had the hots for him merely a year ago when we first met but he doesn't do a thing for me anymore. He agreed to teach me the tricks of BDSM, the first being flogging. We hastily arranged a middle age bald guy willing to submit to Todd's torture as he instructed me what and how to do things. As much as I get into some torture and seeing the grief on guys, I'm actually very passionate and sexual which Todd was not. He whipped out too much toys to exact pain on the sub and it ended up being too labourious for my taste. I need kissing, oral, pain, hearing a sub moan and wimper and not spend 2/3 of the time tying a guy up. That was late January and I haven't hooked up since. More...

More... Below is a convo I had with Big Shot yesterday. At times I do wonder what type of relationship we have. We certainly enjoy each others' company in and out of the sack, we do miss each other at times but not in a long-lost lovers' sense, more carnal and appreciation of the company. I conclude it's strictly platonic and I'll just enjoy it as that. Big Shot: 24/Mar/09 20:47 don't you wish you were coming to meet me in London next weekend to celebrate my 25th birthday? oh, and you know, take in the sites; both in and out of the bedroom Me: 25/Mar/09 16:18 thanks for the invite. I saw your facebook line that you wished you had someone to share the sights of Italy. I was gonna reply "send me a ticket and I'll be there." Haha. Happy birthday but I am gonna have to decline your London invite. Heading to Hongkong 2 April for 3 weeks, spending a month in Paris May-June. But love to visit your new pad some time in May. I need a fix of your lips and ass. Big Shot: 25/Mar/09 19:50 hot! i want to go to paris! ur welcome to MTL anytime. much easier now that I have a) furniture, a place to host downtown! haha More...

More... I haven't been utilising much visuals in my posts recently. I'm lazy and it's a lot of work to seek pictures that correspond to topics I blog about. But I found this photo of my favourite porn star Reese Rideout over at A Popular Dude's Secret Life and it made my day. That ass makes me speechless every time. More...

More... Sex life has been non-existent the past few months, the real excitement was with Big Shot in January and a guy I met whilst travelling in April. It's funny how I meet guys when I least expect it and so he plus other things are taking up a lot of space in my heart and mind lately that the desire for sex just isn't there. With a 5 day load brewing in my nuts, I went to the gym with the ulterior motive of cruising the steam room afterwards. It's like a treat for me after working so ohard on my muscles and a stress-reliever. I've been developing a preferance for darker-hair guys lately, Arabs, blacks, Asians so even this in-shape 40 year old guy was jacking me off inn the steam room, I just let him milk his own load. Because in the far corner was this chubby black dude nurturing his dong and I wanted a taste of it. As life would have it, others crowed the steam room when shortly after the white guy shot his load that I never go my taste. Sex hasn't been on my mind lately. It's one of the worries that comes with being 31. More...

More... I dare to hypothesize that there's a direct correlation between body size and likelihood of erectile dysfunction, based on personal experience and my observations of body builder porn stars. So I was in one of the many backrooms in Paris this past weekend and started playing with a huge body builder, around 6'2" 240 lbs, to whom I made my intentions clear as soon as I saw him. It seemed like his first time to the place as he continued to scoop the surroundings out with his friend even after I brushed my hand against his pecs to signal my interest. To be honest, I thought he was outta my league but I guess my tight t-shirt showed off just enough of my body in the darkness that he and his friend joined in. Assuming it was a threeway, I tried to engage the friend but he pushed my hands back so I focused on the body builder thinking 'even better since the body builder was the hotter one of the two anyways.' It was clear after a few minutes what I was getting into. He moved away whenever I tried to kiss, holding my head down onto his nipples instead. The body builder wanted to get sucked and some rough nipple play so I played along, spending the next 20 minutes on them as others watched and reached their hands in to feel us up. He gave me tight bear hugs and squeezed my pecs at times as I twisted his tits and sucked his cock but he never got thoroughly hard. In the back of my mind I knew he was one of those body builders, for whatever reason, has a small dick and can't get hard. He was reaching down trying to finger my ass but couldn't ever locate my anus, always probing a few millimetres off causing me some discomfort. When he thought he was hard enough, his friend passed him a rubber and he wrapped up. Even though I rarely bottom, I let him give it a try knowing full well it wasn't gonna happen because he wouldn't be hard enough to enter or he would go soft shortly thereafter, and if he didn get inside, he was merely 4" hard which would mean minimal damage. When lubed up, he squeezed an inch inside me but never got hard enough for anything. Without a word, I turned around and he jetted his rubber, resuming to sucking his nips and pecs and I milked my load out cuz at that point nothing else was possible than blow a load or pull pants up and go. As I zipped up my pants, I heard his friend ask body builder in English if he had cum and the guy said no. No wonder the guy didn't really take hint when I asked him in French to go soft on my nipples when he played with them. It's funny how some body builders are so big on the outside but anatomically small. I'm no size queen but he was small enough I couldn't wrap my five fingers around him, stroking him with only my thumb and index finger while the guy with whom I was playing before the body builder was fully erect throughout as he sucked me and was thick, spanning the length of my thumb to middle finger, tip to tip, whch is 7". I'm no scientist but I suspect that the energy and lifestyle of body building really saps up the blood or testosterone in the cock leading to erectile dysfunction. I see it in many body builder pornstars and have noticed it myself as I focus on getting bigger and more muscular - it could be because I'm taking Propecia as well. Between a body builder and a hard dick, I'd take the latter any day. More...

More... While most gay guys focus on arms and pecs at the gym, my favourite body part is my legs and glutes. I love the feeling when I exhaust myself, limping for days after I squeeze the last rep of leg press or squats. Knowing the hard work it takes for a set of hot tree trunk, I adore a guy with thick quads and glutes like this one. 26 year old Nicky Z is a body builder from New York standing 6'1" weighing a whopping 270 lbs. who has been competing since 2005. Nicky Z ModelMayhem Nicholas Zak MySpace More...

More... The benefit of online cruising is its variety without making the effort to step out of the door. Yet one set-back is not being able to see the guy's face or the whole package up front as you would at a bar. I hate it when guys don't play fair with pictures. Due to my attempt for anonymity, I offer faceless photos in the first communication whether I'd be posting or responding. Since I offered a glimpse of myself, I think I'm being fair when requesting a picture in return before we continue too far. But there are these guys who can't learn that if they don't have a picture online, they can't play. And don't get me started on those who have scanned pictures from a decade ago. My theory is that they most likely responded to me because they like what they saw in my pictures. Given men's hedonistic nature, what makes him think that I'll meet him without seeing who and what he is. So come on! Play fair! If I offered you my faceless shots, at least have the decency to respond with similar photos and face pictures eventually. Why waste time chatting up with someone who is gonna turn you away at the door or say no if you're not to my liking in the end. More...

More... I haven't been sexual in months, yeah I checked out sexclubs in Paris and cruise online but there's no correlation between effort and results when it comes to sex. I was just hitting a dry patch and whatever happened wasn't worth my time to blog about it. To be honest, my heart wasn't into it. I met Big Shot last week when he visited but I declined sex on the first night he stayed over and my mine was thinking so many things when we were in the mood the second night (despite a Cialis I took) I just didn't feel like orgasmin. Big Shot really worked hard to milk my load outta me. So today, cruising Craigslist on a dark rainy Sunday, I fired a few responses to different posts including this one: 26 Looking to suck some cock 2night at ur place.... There were no stats and no pics but I liked that he was straight to the point and located very close-by. He looked ok in the thumbnail he sent and I thought to myself 'he can't be that bad at 26 year old.' As Dorothy Spornack said "you don't have to be beautiful and you're already beautiful when you're young." A few emails back and forth, he was at my door in 30 minutes. Let's call him Amazing Blowjob. It's amazing what our dick tells us at times because he's s far cry from the guy I would notice normally that I almost asked him to leave when he met me at my lobby. Not horrible but bandana and fleshy body covered in loose tee. But my dick told me otherwise and I could use a blowjob so I brought him in. Amazing Blowjob turned out to be an amazing surprise as his blowjob had the perfect suction and rhythm. I was reluctant to kiss him at first but eased into it over time as he gave me the best blowjob as I can recall. I've been taking Propecia again for the past several months and my dick never got hard naturally (one of the common side effects) or that I was getting old and suffering early onset of ED. But Steve the Amazing Blowjob gave such an amazing blowjob that my dick was hard as steel and pointed straight up to the ceiling. He started off with my nipples and dick but shortly bent me over to eat my ass. You know getting rimmed is my favourite thing, preferred over a blowjob except in this instance when it's so amazing, so I was raging hard in minutes. All the worries about ED subsided (or probably cuz I didn't think about it to begin with) and I just let him service me. I relaxed on the chair as he gave the most amazing head, licking between my head and ass and throw in some dirty talking = I was his. He picked up on my proclivity as I called him 'cocksucker' and 'bitch.' Soon he asked "do you like it Sir?" He learned to ask "suck my cock please Sir" when he slapped his boner in my face. I egged him to "make love to my dick and worship that cock." I went to the edge thrice before I let it out blowing on his face. It was one of those times he didn't even cum but I didn't care because I gave him plenty of warning I was gonna shoot. As a rule of thumb, you got 3 minutes to cum after the other party does and he just pulled his pants up before wiping my jizz off his face and taking off. I've emailed him to do a repeat and hopefully I can enjoy his meat lucious warm tongue again. More...

More... I actually love the Folsom Street Fair and Dore Alley which took place this past weekend. I wasn't there but several of these pictures I located on Flickr get me all hot and bothered. And as usual, my dilemma is "do I want to be them or be with them?" More...

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Click here to see B4Skin's original blog post... Saturday night, BF was out with friends so I go to The Eagle to down a few beers and see what trouble I could find. Decide to wear my chaps and white t-shirt. The chaps show off by butt while the cold night air make my nipples perk out of the tight white cotton T. Grab a Heineken from the bartender. The bartender is a young guy I haven’t seen before. Tells me he’s new-- has only been working behind the bar for a few weeks. He’s in this early 20’s, tall, defined slim build, dark black hair, goatee, looks Irish-Italian, wife beater t-shirt exposing a half sleeve tattoo and high bubble butt-- yellow hanky in back pocket- flagging bottom. One of my favorites-- a cute little piss pig. I chat with him a while- tells me what he’s into and I tell him that we could have some fun- he smiles and leans across the bar to gets a glimpse of my crotch. He says “I hope that was the case! I get off in a couple hours if you’re interested!” “Think we can figure something out!” And he keeps the beers flowing (on the house). Meanwhile a hot daddy, known to everyone as Wolf, keeps eyeing me. He leans against the back wall, staring at me, while puffing on a cigar and clutching a glass of scotch. Wolf is a major hot guy- shaved head, salt n’ pepper goatee, big, brawny, built, late 50’s, huge biceps and pecs and rumored to sport a huge cock. Have never spoken with himn- only heard from others that he's a total no-nonsense top- who gets off on total dominance. He definitely makes my dick hard in worst way and my hole wet-- but his total no-shit aura scares me-- makes me think of doing things with a guy I haven’t done in years- and that would be to “totally submit”. So I look away, Wolf would get me into more trouble than I wanted. This leather boy wearing chaps with his butt hanging out parks himself next to me at the bar. We exchange names but didn’t hear his name because the music had been turned up. Looks to be in his 30’s, short cropped blonde hair, blonde goatee, lean slim build and white smooth butt. “A guy over there says you have a big dick!” “Really? What guy?” “Didn’t catch his name-but tells me I’d like it.” “Most guys do.” “Can I see it?” After all the beers and flirting with the hot bartender- I needed to drop a load and hell if I'd pass up a shot at showing off my cock to a boy in leather. The boy and I head back to the backroom where it’s very dark except for a couple ultra violet lights. The room is perfectly square with benches built along the sides of the room. A pool table covered in black plastic sits in the middle of the room where a Miller High Life lamp hangs loosely over it. Guys stand around the edges kissing or feeling each other up. We head in the corner where a crowd of guys have gathered. The boy drops to his knees and takes my semi-hard cock from my jeans. He spits on his palm and slides it along my shaft. Says something but can't hear a fucking word. He puts his mouth of the head of my cock flicking it with his tongue. The boys tongue piercing slithers across the shaft-- making me instantly hard. He descends all the way down the length of my cock and begins bobbing up and down. About seven or eight guys have circled around us- there faces illuminated in the ultra-violet lighting. One guy twists my nipples through my shirt- while another is licking my the side of my neck. I clasp the boy by the side of his head and thrust into this gapping mouth. The boy takes the entire length and girth of my cock without gagging. His mouth is hot and builds a good amount of saliva which makes the glide into his mouth all the hotter. Wolf moves next me. He intently stares at me. Slips behind me- his arms wrap around my chest. His hands, covered in tight black leather, squeezes my pecs. I feel his hard cock press against my butt. Something inside me goes weak. His breath is hot against my chest. He whispers into my ear ‘I’m going to rape your fucking hole boy!” I squeeze the side of boys head. “You want my cock don’t you boy?” I thrust deeper into the boys mouth. His eyes are watering. “You want my fucking load inside you boy?” My breaths are fast and sharp. Wolf slides his gloved hand up my chest, along my throat, and tilts by head back. Wolfs mouth descends on mine- our tongues meet, swirl, and he tastes of smoke and scotch. We kiss for what seems to be an eternity. I'm releassed and I fucking pant- like he’s sucked the breath from me. For a minute there it seems like the music stopped and all I could feel was the incredible hot sensation on my cock and total warmth that was emanating from Wolfs body pressed against me. There was just me- the boy- and Wolf. Then the sound of Metallica shatters my eardrums and breaks the moment. I shout ”I’m going to fucking cum!” Wolf grinds into me and lowers his head and bites my neck. I pull the boys head so his lips press against my pubes and fuck my load into his mouth. Wolf tells me I’ve done good-- “I’ve left you something in your back pocket!” I feel his hand scratch along my back as he slides away. I bend forward and deep kiss the boy who’s just taken my load. I hold his head stare into his eyes. “That was fucking hot!” Staring into his eyes- I know I've connected tonight, but not with guy who's just taken my load. Slide my cock back into my pants. The crowd disperses. Wolf has left his card with his phone number and email address in my back pocket. And there’s a note on the back of the card, “Your ass belongs to me!” As I leave, I bar has become crowded, I scan for Wolf, but can’t seem to find him. Drive home scared. Still think about Wolf's mouth devouring mine. The force of his tongue pushing against my mouth. His hands squeezing my pecs. I think back at the total satisfaction the cocksucker had on his face. He was pleased with himself- as he should have- he took the entire load without gagging. More...

Click here to see B4Skin's original blog post... Sorry I haven’t posted in a while- been busy with work. They had me traveling too much- but the sex continues . . . I met up with a married guy. He wanted to get fucked. The photo he sent was fucking hot- lean muscular hairy guy. Went over to his place during lunch. He worked from home and said he could host. He came to the door shirtless and wearing a pair of cargo shorts. Fucking hot! He closed the door and immediately started undressing me. Pulls my cock out which started to immediately get hard and started sucking me. For a married guy- this boy could suck. He managed to take it all the way to my nuts where I took him by the ears and fucked his throat. He took the entire length of my cock without gagging. He then gets up and says that he wants me to fuck him- fuck him in the same bed he fucks his wife. The thought makes me rock hard. We go into the master bedroom and you can tell a straight woman has decorated it. Has a brass bed with pink flower and lace duvet (yes, duvet- youdid ’t think I knew what that was!). I push him onto the bed, pull off his shorts and spread his ass. He has this beautiful pink hole. His ass was fucking hairy- one of my favorite types. I started eating him out- just fucking munching on that hole—my tongue ran up and down his crack getting him all wet with my saliva. He was moaning while tugging on his cock. After about 15-minutes of sucking out his hole- he begged for my cock. I inserted a couple fingers into his hole preparing for my cock. I squeezed some lube on his hole- watched it drip down his crack and sucked into his ass. Then greased up my shaft. I slapped the head of my cock on his hole and he arched his back off the bed. I then slowly pushed the head of my cock into his hole- getting him used to the thickness and then slowly pushed the entire shaft into him. He reached over and pulled me on top of him and we started kissing- his tongue intermingled with mine. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Just pound it inside of me!” And that is exactly what I fucking did. He kept begging for me to fuck him like he fucked his wife! “Fuck me like my bitch wife!” It was so fucking hot how this fucker had total disregard for the fact that he was getting pounded in the same bed he fucked his wife. I fucked him solidly for the next 45-minutes or so- he took my entire cock- balls deep inside of him whiledicking him doggy style while tugging on his cock, he shot all over the bed spread while my cock was buried deep in his hole. Moments later, he asked me to cum in his ass- which I gladly was happy to provide. When I got home, I got hard again thinking about how this fucker was going to explain to his wife the cum stains on the bed. More...

Click here to see B4Skin's original blog post... Went to New York City for Pride 2007 this last weekend. It was my first time being in NYC for Pride and I must say that it was a blast. New Yorkers sure know how to to throw a helluva party. The morning after the parade, I woke up with the hardest cock that I’ve had in a long fucking ass time. For once, I got this itch to suck some NYC cock. I rarely crave sucking cock- but something about all the hot guys made my throat hungry for it. When I suck cock, I like older guys who are verbal and dominant. So I respond to an ad on Craigslist. The guys says he’s in his 50’s, good shape, beefy, hairy, and married. 7/cut/thick cock, hadn’t cum in five days, and verbal. All pluses in my opinion. We trade pics and arrange for him to stop by on his way to work. So he comes by my hotel in the Times Square area- upon entering my room- he pushes me to the floor, unzips his suit pants, and forces my head to his crotch. He proceeds to pound my throat- thrusting his hardening thick meat down my throat. It’s been a while since I’ve sucked cock, so I’m somewhat gagging on it- but the fucker doesn’t care. He continues to pound it down my mouth while grabbing the sides of my face. All along, he’s verbally assaulting me like I’ve never heard before. Got me so fucking hard! “You like sucking that cock boy? Go ahead and stroke your big fucking cock while I pound my load down your pussy throat motherfucker!” I pull out my cock while throating him and start to jack myself off (wishing some guy was in between my legs nursing on my balls). Feel him grip the sides of my face tightly. His cock feels hard and thick in my mouth. Every once in a while when he thrusts into me, I feel his cockhead hitting my tonsils. After a while of deep throat thrusting down my throat, he pulls his cock out my mouth and commands me to stick out my tongue. He starts beating his huge cockhead against my tongue. He does this for about 10-minutes and says he’s going to “fucking cum” and tells me to pull on his “motherfuckin’ nuts!” So I grab his balls and pull them straight down toward the ground. He groans loudly. He proceeds to beat his cock against my tongue and cum shakes out of this cock as if it was a salt and pepper shaker onto my tongue and down my throat. More...

Click here to see B4Skin's original blog post... Went out last night to one of local leather bars in NYC. It was happening for a Thursday night. Decided to wear the chaps I brought along. Chaps have a way of making an ass look so fucking hot. After a while cruising the joint- I saw an older Daddy in his 50’s, short cropped s/p hair, goatee, short- 5’2, lean/muscular build, defined, and hairy leaning against the bar. He was wearing chaps as well, bare-ass'd, bare chested, harness, and defined furry pecs. He was definitely fuckable! I moved up along side of him and we started chatting- bought him a couple beers- traded stories- and interests. Took liberties by caressing his furry bubble butt which he seemed to enjoy by the coos of excitement. After a while, he bent over and said that he was a total bottom- said he had a sling in his apartment if I was interested. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my crotch. “Do you feel that fucker? Does it seem like I’m interested?” Well, obviously he felt my hardening cock. Asked me how fucking big I was- and told him that he’d be sore after I was done with him. We finished our beers and headed to his place. He lived in a loft style apartment in Chelsea just a short hop away on the subway. Had a sling set up in the far corner of the loft- a series of four chains bolted from the ceiling attached to a leather sling. Right next to the sling, I took the daddys face into my leather gloved hands and kissed him deep- swirling my tongue against his making him take my spit while caressing the length of his back and down to his ass where I ran a finger down into the crack of his butt. He moaned as I fingered his hole. Then pushed him down on his knees and had him take my cock out. Made him just stare at my big fucking cock – watching salivate to get into his hot little mouth. Had him open his mouth and slowly at first thrusting into his mouth. His mouth felt smooth and wet- he obviously had great saliva glands. I pushed my cock all the way down his throat and held his mouth against my pubes. Held him there until he started to gag- so I pulled out. Forced his head under my balls so I straddled his face. He worked his hot wet in between my balls and ass which always drives me fucking crazy. I wanted to flip him over and fuck his sweet butt- but wanted to make him swallow my load before I seeded his butt. So I pushed him all the way to the floor- where I began fucking his throat- by balls slapping against his chin. He had began pulling on his cock- which was kind of small, butwasn ’t there for his cock. He opened his mouth wider to take all of my cock when I pushed all the way down his throat and blasted my fucking cum down inside him. He grabbed at my butt pushing me all the way into him and held me there as he took every last drop from my shaft. Afterward, helayed there savoring my load. I then had him take off the leather thong that he was sporting but told him to keep the chaps on. There’s nothing hotter than fucking a boy in chaps. I propped him up in the sling- legs spread wide- feet hoisted against the chains- and ass spread. I bent down and starter finger his hole. It was already fucking wet. The boys ass gushes! I inserted one finger and then two and then three—just slowly fingering his beautiful hole. I bent forward and blew spit onto his crack and watched it drip into his hole. I then began to eat him out- just driving my fucking tongue all the way up inside him while I was stroking my cock getting it good and hard for him. He began to moaning, convulsing, and thrashing about making the sling move back and forth. I stood up andlayed on top of him kissing him hard and deep. I spit into his face and spit back. Then he begged for me to fuck him. “Fuck your daddy, son? Just rape my hole!” I squirted lube onto his hole and my cock. I teased his hole with the head of my cock before I slowly slid inside him. His hole took my cock with ease- feeling that the was fairly loose (obviously this boy is well fucked!) I slid all the way into him and began pounding him- making him feel my balls slapping against his ass. He stared up at me- encouraging me to fuck him harder- that he could take it- all the while jacking his cock. I gave him all that I had and shortly after a series of hard thrusts- he shouted that he was going to cum- with that in mind I deep fucked him harder and clasped my hand over his mouth— and cum blasted from his cock spewing all over his stomach and chest. The boy shot a nice load. I was not ready to cum yet – but knew the boy was ready so I kept pulling my cock all the way out of his hole and right back in which always does the trick. I told him I was going to cum andthrusted once more all the way into him and shot. I could feel him clenching onto my cock with hs ass as I was shooting my load into him- just milking it. Daddy knew how to use his hole. All and all an amazing fuck. More...

Click here to see B4Skin's original blog post... Last night in New York City and I tried making the most of it. Hooked up with a couple of Chelsea twinks who had posted an ad onCraigslist looking for a top. One was 24yr, blond haired, 6’2, 165lb, musc , shaved head, tattoos, hairy, hung 9+ and the other was 23yr, brown haired, 5’9, 165lb, lean swimmers build, hung 6. When I got to their place in Chelsea, theblond haired boy met me at the door sporting a white towel wrapped around his waist. He took me into the bedroom where the other boy naked on the bed. There was some twink porn playing on the TV. Theblond boy started to unbuckle my belt and slid down my jeans. Once totally undressed- the blond sunk to his knees and started sucking my cock. He had some difficulty taking it all the way down his throat but generated a good amount of saliva which helped me fuck his throat. The brown haired kid slid underneath my legs and started sucking on my balls. It was a fucking amazing feeling having these two boys salivating over my cock and balls at the same time. Then the brown haired boy moved around and started to suck my cock. He obviously was the better cocksucker of the two since this boy had no problem taking my cock all the way down his throat and keeping it there without gagging. I fucked his throat while theblond kid moved around and was rimming my hole. We moved over to the bed, where the blond boy, lied on his back, held open his legs. Bent down and started fingering his wet hole while his buddy sucked on his 9+ cock. The blond kids hole immediately opened for one finger, then two, and then three. When I pushed all three fingers up inside him- he arched his back and asked me to fuck him. The brown haired boy squirted lube on his buddies hole and on my cock. I greased up and teased the boys hole with the head of my cock. I would just slightly penetrate the hole with my cock head and then pull back out. “Come on buddy- fuck me!” And with that- I slid my shaft all the way into him- taking his hole all the way so his ass was pressed up against my balls. The brown haired kid pulled back theblonds hands and as I pounded into him I would stroke his big cock like it was stick shift. His ass took each thrust with ease. The brown haired boy egged me on instructing to fuck him harder and then harder. I could feel that he was about to cum- so I started stroking his cock faster and faster- and then while my cock was pressed all up inside him, he shot a massive load. The brown haired kid bent forward placing is mouth on the massive meat trying to catch the boys load. After a moment- I slid out of the boys hole- and asked if the other boy wanted to be fucked. He just like to suck cock- so I moved over- forced him on his back, straddled his face between my legs- and started fucking his cute little face. I looked around and theblond boy was jacking off his buddies cock— I face fucked him – my balls slapping against his chin- and told him I was going to cum. I blasted deep down his throat. Afterward- I fell forward- keeping my cock lodged down his hot young throat. More...