I'm spending new years with 3 great friends.....and am on my way to usher out the year with 2 visiting canadian Mounties tag teaming me under the FL sun.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
For a relationship would you like one guy you have an open thing with or maybe even an open threesome?
Totally depends on the guys. Open for sure, I'm a realist. Threesome would have to be 2 other guys pretty damn secure and without drama and bullshit. Conceptually, totally on board.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Interesting question. Would have to say it was a guy I dated about 6 years ago. About the size of my index finger. And the really weird thing was that the head of his cock was triangular. Totally flat on the bottom side.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
We got to the bar and started drinking, and I noticed a guy. He had dark skin - he wasn't latin as far as I could tell, but he wasn't Indian either. Couldn't really tell. As it happened, my bud knew him and we migrated over after I successfully averted the advances of a guy so drunk I doubt he knew the difference between me and a wookie.
As we chatted, I learned that the guy I took notice of was of mixed heritage - latin/hawaiian. He is about 5'9", nice little muscle build and we flirted for the better part of a half hour. After enough flirting, and his friend hitting on me unsuccessfully, I leaned into him and told him to follow me. Passing the obligatory yellow hard hat, I grabbed a few lube samples. Knowing the owner of the bar, I also know the code for the storeroom. OK, so I may have fucked the bartender in there more than once. OK, more than a dozen times. But that's not tonight's story.
I closed the door behind my boy for the night and pulled him into a kiss. He had a great mouth, but we didn't have time for me to rape his throat AND fuck his ass. As we made out, I opened the button on his jeans, which fell fairly effortlessly to the floor, leaving him standing there in black trunks. His cock was rock hard and leaking precum like an open faucet. Hot, and something I definitely took notice of for future encounters. But, as I said, I had a mission. I wanted in his hot hole.
He returned the favor of exposing my cock, grabbed the thick meat and moaned into my mouth. Yes, my instinct was right, this hot boy was up for getting his ass reamed. He grabbed the lube packet I had placed on the shelf, ripped it open and slathered my cock in it. He assumed the position - ass in the air, hands firmly placed on the shelf to brace himself. I spread his ass cheeks apart, saw the holy grail in holes: a beautiful tight brown pucker. I spit on it for good measure, which made him shudder. Yes, this was going to be a great fuck.
With his cheeks spread, I slid my cock into his hole. He gasped for air, and I leaned in to bite his ear. As I did, I said, "Gooooood boy....there ya go....." and his breathing calmed, his hole opened, and he pushed against me. Within seconds, I was balls deep and began a slow but purposeful assault on his hole. I reached up under his t-shirt to feel a hot hairy chest (again, noted for future reference!) and began to really pound him. He moaned very softly, I could tell he was trying hard not to get loud.
I looked to my left and noticed a stack of boxes that looked pretty stable. Wanting to dump my load in a hurry, I pulled out of him and pushed him back onto the boxes. He lifted his legs over my shoulders and I pushed back in balls deep in one stroke. Fucker took it, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned in appreciation. I grabbed his ass with one hand, his face with the other and dove in for a deep kiss, doing my best to knock the wind out of his lungs. I felt the familiar, happy churn in my balls and felt his hole get tighter around my expanding cock. I dumped my load in him and he moaned as I did. He knew, without so much as a statement, that he had now been bred - that he was carrying my DNA.
As I pulled out, the door opened, and my friend the bartender came in. We had been discovered - my new boy seemed freaked, but calmed quickly when the bartender dropped to his knees, sucked my cock clean, and kissed me on the cheek and said thanks. He grabbed a bottle and went back out onto the floor.
The boy got dressed and met me back outside. Gave me his number, which I plan on using.
Oh, and the bartender's boyfriend text messaged me this morning: "I understand I have you to thank for the ass and cum breath I was awoken to. Thanks!"
Who am I not to share good tidings and joy at this time of year?
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