Friday, August 31, 2012

An Odd Phone Call

When I got home from the supermarket a couple of hours ago there was an odd message on my answering machine from a lawyer’s office in Hackensack, N.J.  Since there was still a couple of hours before most businesses close for the day, I decided to call the phone number that was left and asked to speak with Mr. Norman*.  When I explained to the receptionist on the other end of the line who I was and that I was returning Mr. Norman’s call to me, I was put through to him right away.

It seems that this lawyer had been looking for me for a couple of weeks on a matter concerning my father.  I told this guy that I hadn’t seen my crappy Dad in nearly twenty years; since he ran out on me and my Mom.  I told him as politely as I could that unless my Dad had somehow struck it rich in Vegas or Atlantic City and was leaving me millions in his will, I wanted nothing to do with the fucking sod.

Mr. Norman assured me that he needed to see me as soon as possible on a matter of great urgency and I reluctantly agreed to let him come by tomorrow, even though it’s Saturday.  I’ve become a little leery of lawyers since Gran passed away, but this guy is only trying to do his job, right?

So I guess I’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out what my scumbag father left me in his will.  I hope it’s not some cheesy letter of apology for walking out on me and Mom.

* Not the lawyer's real name, I changed it to somewhat protect his actual identity.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Happy Birthday To Me!

Yesterday was my 27th Birthday. 
Since I’ve been out of work for a while, I tend to sleep in a little during the week.  Usually, the alarm clock goes off, I role over, nudge Ian until he’s awake and out of bed, then I roll over and go back to sleep for about an hour.  When I eventually get out of bed, I go through my morning routine which I already wrote a little about – do my little workout, shower, have breakfast and get on with the rest of my day.  Since yesterday was a Monday, I fully expected Ian to go to work and have the majority of the day to myself; but as it turned out, Ian took the day off to spend it with me!
When the alarm clock went off at 5:30, Ian mumbled he was staying home then rolled over and went back to sleep.  About an hour later, Ian woke me up in the most pleasant of ways – by sucking me off.  That, of course, led to a wonderful make-out session, full of cuddling, groping, some nibbling and me getting fucked hard and deep.  After our shower, Ian ordered me back to bed and about half an hour later, served me breakfast.  
We eventually got dressed and went bowling at Cozy Bowl, the only bowling alley anywhere near our home.  Yes, people still go bowling.  I’m not that good a bowler, since I don’t bowl all that often and usually bowl only around 115, but yesterday I was on fire – scoring 193 in one of the games and 187 in the other!
After bowling, Ian and I met a few friends for lunch then headed for that new casino at Aqueduct Racetrack.  There were video slot machines of all kinds – from penny ante and $10 for the big spenders.  Having never been there before, Ian and I looked around at first.  It was very glitzy and sparkly with lights everywhere!  Although there were no live gaming tables, there were enough video games to choose from.  I watched a little baccarat, but could not figure out the rules, so I moved on to roulette while Ian tried his luck at the dollar slots.  I was at a table where the minimum bet was $10, so at first that’s all I bet.  I figured I’d play it safe and in two turns and I’d be done, but I wasn’t.  I continued betting either red or black, or odd or even for a few more turns and managed to parlay my meager $20 to $140.  Then I started getting a little adventurous – I played individual numbers, different sections of the table, sometimes splitting my bet between two numbers.  Sometimes I won, sometimes I lost.  I eventually walked away from the table with a coupon for $1,280!  Ian did pretty good to, multiplying his $10 to $90!  The line for the buffet was fairly long, so we opted for something from the food court.  After eating, Ian wanted to try his luck one more time and this time cashed out, losing the $20 he fed to the slot machine.  So, all in all, we had a pretty good run at the casino, winning a total of $1,350 from an investment of only $50!
About 7 p.m. a few of the guys came over to hang out and wish me a happy birthday and we watched some vintage porn (“The Other Side of Aspen” & “Sailor in the Wild”) to beer, cake and chips.  It wasn’t too long before we all had our dicks out and were wanking away!  A few of them really got into it, giving each other a hand, so to speak.  Two of the guys, Tom and Benny, disappeared into the bathroom for a while, which was fine with me and Ian since Tom and Benny are a bit of an item.  The others were content to simply jerk off and since they knew Ian and I are together, they respectfully kept their hands off us and kept the groping to themselves.
The guys were gone by 10, leaving me and Ian to tidy up.  I left the bowls and glasses in the sink for this morning and gave the couch and coffee table a thorough cleaning, getting rid of as many of the stains as I could.  All in all, I really enjoyed my birthday; I wouldn’t have done anything differently, not even the make out session.
 
The Other Side of Aspen
 


Sailor in the Wild



 

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Trousersnakes, Love Muscles & Johnsons -- Cock By Any Other Name

Like I said the other day, if I had to pigeon-hole myself as to what I like most about a man, it would be an easy task.  I tend to look at the whole outer package -- do I like what I see?  If I don't, then there's no reason to unwrap the package, so to speak.  Of course, no matter how good the exterior may be, there needs to be a functioning brain and the mouth needs to be not attached to the asshole, if you know what I mean.  No matter how good looking a guy might be, if shit comes out of his mouth, I won't stick around.  But if head and mouth are as good as the presentation, then it's on to what's underneath the clothes.

Once the clothes come off, I prefer men with hard muscles, chest hair and a decently-sized dick. I'm not really a size queen; to me, bigger is not necessarily better.  There is such a variety of cocks out there -- thick, long, veiny, uncut.  And let's not forget balls!  Low-hangers, tight, shaved, hairy, I could go on and on.  Suffice to say, of all the parts of a man's anatomy that can be the object of sexual desire, for me, there's nothing better than a nice, uncircumcised cock and hefty, hairy man-balls!  No twink cock for me!






Thursday, August 23, 2012

Butts, Bums & Asses


If I had to pigeon-hole myself as to what I like most about a man, I would find it fairly difficult to do.  You see, the first thing that attracts me to a guy is his face -- especially his eyes.  Then it's his general appearance -- is he a scruffy bad boy; a hard-muscled blue-collar man; a well-groomed professional.  But once the clothes come off, it's a different story.  I like hard muscles and dicks.  I could suck a beautiful cock for hours, especially if it has great balls.  Don't get me wrong, I love to fuck too, it's just that on most guys, asses are what they sit on.  But a rare few, make me forget about the dick up front and make my mouth water.  Those asses are eminently fuckable and I happily rim and fuck them!  I especially like it when the ass in question is creamy white while the rest of the hot number is all bronze from the sun.  And how do I know when an ass is perfect?  Simple -- the sight of it coming out of a pool or simply lying there exposed and ready – that which makes my cock hard and tells me "I want to fuck that!"  And that's exactly what I end up doing! So, here's to all those scrumptious asses out there!
 





 






Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Threesomes

The other day, I wrote about the time Billy lived with me and Ian, essentially creating a threesome.  So I thought I'd share some of my favorite threesome photos.  Enjoy.








 
 
 

Monday, August 20, 2012

My 100th Post! -- Relationships and Sex


I’ve been thinking about relationships lately, now that Ian and I are engaged.  We have a great relationship and the sex is great too!  But I still wonder what our relationship would have been like had Billy not left.  Would the three of us simply stayed in our old relationship pattern; three healthy, sexually active gay men living together and having sex together, sometimes all three of us, sometimes only two of us?  Or was Billy’s departure meant to happen?
I have to admit, the time that Billy lived with me and Ian seems so long ago but he moved back to Philadelphia in June of 2011.  It's been a little more than a year and I’m in a great place now.  When Billy moved in with me and Ian and my Grandma who was still alive Ian and I often saw Billy around, at the clubs or a mutual friend’s place, and more often than not, he came home with us.  The sex the three of us had was fucking fantastic!  Then he would leave. I always presumed he went home.  I later learned he was living in his car, crashing on couches or spare beds when he had the chance.
Those weekends Billy spent with me and Ian were often filled with hours of non-stop fucking and sucking!  In the bedroom, in the shower, even a few times in the backyard in the middle of the night!  Once, Grandma actually found Billy sleeping on the couch one Sunday morning, naked as the day he was born; the blanket on the floor.  Without so much as batting an eye, picked up the blanket, covered Billy up again and tucked him back in.  Then she went into the kitchen and started cooking a huge breakfast for all of us.  That’s the kind of woman she was – accepting of me and my boyfriends.  (Not that she liked all of them, in fact there was this one guy covered with tattoos that she didn’t like because of his constant cursing.  But she did like Billy because he was always so polite.)
Eventually, those weekends when Billy crashed on the couch grew more and more frequent.  They sometimes stretched to four or five days, not that I minded much.  When that happened, it meant that Ian or I would get a little extra fucking in that night.  I sometimes wondered if Billy thought of the sex as sort of a payment for spending the night.  Anyway, one Sunday morning in March of 2009, Grandma, over breakfast, suggested Billy move into the guest room. 
I remember her words exactly when I asked her if she was sure.  “Sweetie,” she said, “the boy needs a place to call his own.  Besides he practically lives here as it is.  And if he moves in, I get a little more eye-candy to look at.”  I swear my Grandma was a hoot!
So Billy moved in and lived with us for about two and a half years.  And for the most part they were good years.  But looking back now, I can see that even with Billy in the picture, I loved Ian more.  I know for a fact that Ian and Billy didn’t fuck as often as Billy and I did, but there was a difference between the sex I had with Billy and the sex I had with Ian.  With Billy, it was great – sweaty, ball-slapping, primal.  But when he fucked me or sucked my dick, my mind often wandered and when I was on top, there was almost an urgency, a roughness – I fucked him hard and deep and manhandled his cock a little more roughly – all to cum that much more intensely and quickly.  Afterward, when we were done, it was lay on the bed, catch our breath and then shower.  But with Ian it was different.  Yes, the fucking was still sweaty, ball-slapping and intensely primal, but the sucking was less rough most of the time.  I actually loved the feel of his cock sliding down my throat!  And his tongue on mine was magic!  He would bring me to the edge of cumming then stop.  He would do that until I was begging to cum!  It was like a sexual roller-coaster!  And then afterward, when all was said and done, we would lay with each other and just relax.  There was no hurry, no desire to shower right away.  
 
Maybe that was the difference.  Billy was a fuck-buddy and, even back then, Ian was my lover.  So I guess Billy would have left eventually after all.  Thinking about it now, I’m surprised he stayed as long as he did, all things considered.  
 
I guess it took me a little longer to grow up and realize some things.  I will always love Billy, but Ian is the love of my life.  He makes me happy.  And when all is said and done, isn’t that what a relationship is about – making someone else happy?

Saturday, August 18, 2012

When I Was In High School . . .

. . . I broke my arm skateboarding.
. . . I read a lot of comic books.
. . . my Grandma taught me how to cook.
. . . I was fascinated by lightning storms.
. . . I used to wander Greenwich Village wondering what the big deal was (I eventually discovered what the big deal was).
. . . I hated showering in the locker room after gym class.
. . . I didn’t realize it at the time, but I had a crush on my freshman math teacher, Mr. Gomez.
. . . I stopped wearing pajamas and usually slept in my underwear, though sometimes not.
. . . I used to wonder if we were ever gonna get cable TV.
. . . my favorite breakfast was still banana pancakes and bacon.
. . . I used to go to Rockaway Park Beach with some buddies two or three times a week in the summer.
. . . I had an after-school job at the local supermarket stocking the shelves.
. . . I used to write and draw my own comics.
. . . I loved riding around the neighborhood on my bicycle.
. . . I used to watch the same old b&w porn loops over and over.
. . . I wrote poetry.
. . . I tried out for the school tennis team but didn’t make it.
. . . I dated a couple of girls before I figured out I was really into guys.
. . . my Grandma was the one to tell me I was gay.
. . . I used to jerk off nearly every night before going to bed.
. . . I used to buy Hustler but was more turned on by the naked guys with their hard cocks then the naked women with their overly-big tits and wet pussies.
. . . I went from a Prep School Nerd to a Goth Wannabe in one summer.
. . . I got my left nipple pierced.
. . . I saw my first gay porn movie and live, male strip show.
. . . Science and Math were my worst subjects.
. . . I used to hide my stash of gay porn with my comic books.
. . . I had my dick sucked in the men’s room of a Greenwich Village McDonald’s.
. . . my friend Eddie used to sleep over and we’d have sex.
. . . I used to wonder if I would ever fall in love.
. . . I was in a garage band.
. . . I realized it was o.k. for me to be gay.

I guess my high school years weren’t all that bad after all.
What are some of the things you remember about your high school years?


Friday, August 17, 2012

My Typical Summer Day

With all the time off that I have because I have Ian's blessing to forget about working for a while and go back to college to finish my degree, I've been doing some puttering around the house, catching up on some of the little things that often don't get done.  I've washed the windows, shampooed the carpets, started a little herb garden, painted most of the rooms in the house and fixed the leaky faucet in the bathroom. 

Every morning now for the past few weeks, once Ian has left for work, I head down to the basement and do about twenty minutes of weights and fifteen minutes on the treadmill, just enough to work up a sweat.  Then I shower, make some breakfast and enjoy it on the back patio if the weather is good.  After breakfast, I do the chores -- housework or laundry or shopping at the supermarket.  It really doesn't take all that much time, and when I'm done I watch T.V., play video games, do some light reading or surf the Internet.

About 4 p.m. I start on dinner, after all if I'm going to be the one at home, the least I can do for Ian is have a nice dinner for him when he gets home.  Besides, it gives me the chance to use Grandma's recipes again!

I don't usually wear much when I'm home by myself -- just some socks and my gym shorts.  I mean why bother with anything else unless I'm going out?  I used to just be naked at home during the day, but with the window shade up, I thought better of it.  Sleeping naked is O.K., but around the house during the day, who knows whose looking in.  Better to be safe and wear my shorts.

Not that these guys have any problems letting it all hang out. Enjoy!