The World According to Garth

Ian's Birthday

2011-04-15T16:43:00.003-04:00

is tomorrow! He'll be 25! And as a gift, Billy and I bought him a motorcycle to replace the one he's been riding for the last couple of years. And I do love it when he puts on those chaps, especially when he's not wearing anything else! So, in honor of Ian's gift, here are a few photos of men and their motorcycles. Until next time . . .

Cuir Dudes

2011-04-10T17:36:00.002-04:00

Men + Leather = a night of fun! I've been in love the the leather scene for years. There's nothing sexier than my lovers in leather. We have a leather night every so often and since my Grandma passed in October of 2009, Billy, Ian and I have converted part of the basement into a little dungeon. It's perfect for when we get a bit frisky and want to do something more than simply fuck or suck. A little light cock-and-ball torture, some handcuffs and ceililng hooks to dangle from and we are in heaven. So enjoy these cuir dudes, these leathermen and have some fun.

Nearly Naked

2011-04-07T19:39:00.004-04:00

What can I say? Naked is great, but nearly naked can be so-o-o-o sexy!

Enjoy these until next time. . .

2011-04-01T16:40:00.011-04:00

I was troling through my photo files when I came across these old gems. The first two are of one of my favorite old-time Colt men -- Steve Kelso. I've got dozens of photos of him. He is one fucking sexy man! I saw a fairly recent photo of him and, damn! he's still sexy! I think it's his furry chest that makes him so damn sexy! What I wouldn't give to have been able to suck on his cock back when he was at the height of his porn career. These others are hot too and I think one or two of them are old Colt photos too! Sometimes I think the older Colt models were just perfect. There was something uniques about them. Maybe it was the fact that not all of them were muscle-bound bodybuilders, but were naturally built, from long hours of working, not working out. Over the summer, if Billy, Ian and I are heading out to Tuscon's Canyon Ranch, a gay-friendly dude ranch. We'll do the whole dude ranch thing, just like that Billy Crystal movie, "City Slickers."

The Ruined Cottage

2011-03-26T17:04:00.002-04:00

Hiking amid elms and maples

Full green and moist from the morning drizzle,

I remembered the overgrown paths,

The mossy boulders,

The stream of crystal, earth-cooled water.

The years I had been away faded like early-morning mist.

As I strolled toward the old, one-roomed shack

That used to be the secret childhood meeting place

Of my boyhood friends, I recalled

Our "girl-haters club" and the night I spent there

With my first lover when I was sixteen.

I hiked slowly amid the greens and cooling shadows

Still, sweat from the hike made my shirt cling to me.

I unbuttoned as I strolled, letting the breeze cool me.

Picking up a branch to use as a walking stick,

I traveled toward noon.

Soon I came upon that wooden house

And paused as I inspected it with my gaze.

The boards where gray with age, green with moss,

The panes, darkened by shadows, broken or missing

Turned its once-friendly facade into a toothless hag.

I had expected the pathway to be overgrown

With grass and weeds even more now than then,

But the way was clear.

Surely others had found this place,

Played here as I once had.

The gap-toothed windows uttered no sound,

Betrayed no movement.

The doorway, closed, seemed to beacon me forward,

And I went.

What had I to fear?

I was sure the house was empty.

It was then, around the door, I noticed

Footprints the rain had been unable to wash

Away because of the thickness of the trees

And other, more telling signs of who used this shack.

No children played here.

I opened the door and entered the hollow chamber.

When my eyes adjusted to the shadows,

Stabbed by the two-hour old

Western sunlight, I saw the old table,

The now-understuffed chairs littered with leaves,

The leaf-strewn floor and stone-cold fireplace.

I walked further inside as quietly

As I could on the squeaking floorboards

But my movements woke the stranger.

"Who's there?" a voice behind me called.

I turned and saw, half hidden by a chair in the corner,

The shadowed figure of a man rising.

"Just a hiker," I said.

He came from behind the chair

Wearing only blue jeans and socks.

"What time is it?" he asked sleepily.

"Just after two."

He yawned and stretched, scratched his hairy chest

And his groin unconsciously.

"What's it like outside?" he asked moving to his backpack.

"Nice. It stopped raining about nine o'clock."

"Must have been after I fell asleep."

"Nice ass," I said to myself loud enough

For him to hear as I viewed the tight denim

Of his buttocks. "Thanks." He faced me and smiled,

One hand cupping the crotch of his Levis,

His cock clearly outlined. I felt mine stir.

We embraced and kissed fully on the mouth

While I kneaded his mounds and he removed my shirt.

The heat of our passion set fire to our loins.

We discarded the veneer of civilization

With our clothes as each piece fell to the floor.

And grappling each other with primal fury,

We explored each other fully,

Inch by inch, orifice by orifice,

Throughout the growing afternoon.

As the sun began to set, our heat increased

And we spent long hours in darkness joined by our lust.

Well past midnight, as the moon fell earthward,

We dropped off into a deep sleep, still entwined together.

We woke with the sun in our eyes, embraced

Against the chill of early morning.

We smiled and dressed,

Backs turned in false modesty

And walked out of the little ruined cottage,

Side by side, down the overgrown path to the broken gate.

We lingered, unsure.

"Which way are you going?" I asked him quietly

As he hefted his pack onto his back.

He looked at me, smiled, teeth gleaming, hair uncombed.

"With you," he simply said and together

We walked down the road talking and laughing

As the sun climbed higher into the sky.

Showers

2011-03-23T18:13:00.005-04:00

It's raining here and that always gets me thinking of showers and the hot men I'd love to find in mine; not that I don't already have a couple of hot men in my shower every night -- my lovers Ian and Billy, but sometimes the fantasy of a new man, a different man, in the shower with me makes me so hard I just have to take care of it.

I have this great walk-in shower, it's actually big enough for me, Ian and Billy at the same time, and every so often the three of us are in there, showering and things get really steamy and we end up fucking and sucking right there, under the hot spray of pulsating water. Nothing is better than shower sex with the men you love, except pool sex and kitchen sex and living room sex and bedroom sex.

So, while it's raining outside a cold and depressing rain, I will wait for Billy to get back from work and for Ian to get back from his workout at the gym (I hope he doesn't shower before coming home) and when they get back, we are going to have hot, steamy shower sex.

I'll tell you about it next time. But until then, enjoy these hot, wet studs. Maybe they will inspire you to fuck some willing stud in the shower. . .

Dream Man Cody

2011-03-19T15:44:00.005-04:00

When I restarted posting last week, I began with a post of Jack Wrangler -- my first porn crush. Since then, there have been many men whose bodies I have admired, whose asses I have longed to fuck and whose dicks I have dreamed of sucking. One of those men is Cody Cummings. I had the opportunity to watch one of his web casts a short while back and the man is fucking amazing! His pretty eyes, his dazzling smile, his chiseled abs, his thick, perfect cock, his more than ample balls, his gorgeous ass -- all get me hard and make me want to cum. Naturally hairy or shaved smooth, he is the kind of man I really like. What about you?

Artist Michael Breyette

2011-03-15T21:51:00.006-04:00

I was trolling through my digital files, looking for something to post, when I rediscovered these wonderful rendered images by Michael Breyette. His men are fucking fantastic. Each one more perfect than the last. In honor of tomorrow being St. Patrick's Day, I've opted to start with one of his pieces titled "Patrick" although my favorite of this batch is the one of the sexy guy in the gray hoodie. Talk about sexy and dangerous -- I think it would take balls to do something like that in real life. I hope you enjoy these sexy dream men.

My First Porn Crush

2011-03-12T10:50:00.010-05:00

was Jack Wrangler. I discovered him completely by accident. I must have been about 16 years old when I came across an old porn magazine with him inside, Honcho or Mandate I think. Anyway, I fell completely in love with his cock. I wanted to suck it. It made me realize how different I was from all the guys I knew. None of them were into sucking cock, so I kept my desires secret, at least for a few years.

Here are a few old pictures of the first real man to make it into my jack-off fantasies --

Here's an old clip starring Jack. The sound is cheesy, so mute it if you must, but the action is hot!

That's all for now. I think I'm gonna look for my old copy of Jocks.

Until next time . . .

I'm Back

2011-03-09T11:32:00.015-05:00

It's been 16 months since I last posted anything here. For a while I thought I never would post again, but the time is right to start again. Unlike the past, I'll be posting when I can, once or twice a week more than likely. Since my last post was an invitiation to fuck, I thought I's post some videos of hot guys doing just that -- fucking (with some cocksucking thrown in for some good measured foreplay). Enjoy.

Tattooed Farmhand Gets a Workout

Tommy D Fucks Paul Wagner

And lastly this hot duo suck and fuck

Until next time. . .

So, Do You Want To?

2009-11-16T16:29:00.006-05:00

Fuck me that is -- my hole is ready and eager for you! Com'on, you know you want to.

Military Salute

2009-11-11T18:08:00.004-05:00

Here's a big salute to all the men in the military, past and present, straight or gay. Thank you for putting your lives on the line to protect our freedoms.

Hard Hats and Hard-ons

2009-11-05T15:36:00.004-05:00

Happy Halloween!

2009-10-30T19:57:00.005-04:00

Bad News

2009-10-14T18:31:00.003-04:00

My Grandmother passed away three hours ago. She wasn't in pain. She opened her eyes and they were clear. She looked at me and said "Don't cry for me. I'm going to see my Tommy. Be strong, Sweetie. I am proud of you." Then she closed her eyes, sighed, whispered "I'm ready Lord." Breathed a little longer then passed on.

She was the only woman I ever loved.

I will never stop missing her.

Mary Elise Parker Johnstone

May 20, 1928 - October 14, 2009

Rest In Peace

News on My Grandma

2009-10-13T15:47:00.003-04:00

It's not looking very good for my Grandmother. She had two mini-strokes during the night and although she's breathing on her own, she hasn't opened her eyes for more than a few seconds at a time and even when she does, there's a mix of fear and bewilderment in them. I don't know if she understands where she is or if she knows who I am at this point. All I can do is pray that she either gets better or that God takes her peacefully.

Bad News

2009-10-12T12:11:00.001-04:00

My 81-year old grandmother had a heart attack last night and is in the hospital. It does not look good. I will keep you posted when I have the chance.

Male Nude in Art

2009-10-08T17:30:00.004-04:00

Twins

2009-10-03T12:02:00.007-04:00

I've often wondered what it whould have been like to have a brother growing up. I've said it before, my childhood was sort of crappy until I went to live with my grandmother. And of all the wondering about brothers I've done, having a twin brother, an identical twin, is something special -- to know that there is someone who looks exactly like you! Then to top off my daydreams, I'd imagine that he was gay too; that we would have fun together, that my brother would also be my lover. That's a special bond not too many can claim. Here are a few that can.

Summer's Final Fling

2009-09-25T17:19:00.010-04:00

It does not matter if if was by the pool or at the beach -- The weather was gorgeous for the last few days of summer -- hot days, cooling waters, tan bodies and hard cocks -- the perfect mix for Summer's Last Fling!

Ian, Billy and I spent a few romantic days at the shore and when we were not sunning ourselves or swimming naked in the pool, we simply enjoyed our time together. We don't always get time together as a three-some with our various work schedules, but when we do, we make the best of it.

Maybe next summer we'll be able to take more time and go somewhere special, but in the meantime, I'll take whatever time with my delicious lovers I can.

My Computer -- R.I.P.

2009-09-14T15:41:00.007-04:00

My computer crashed and died a few days after my last post. Luckily, I had backed up most of my files and all of my photos. I now have a new computer that is even nicer then the old one, but some of the newer programs will take getting used to since I was so used to the older versions.

Anyway, while I was waiting for my new computer to arrive, I was able to catch up on some of my reading. My nighttable had a stack of books that was nearly a foot thick, I kid you not. One of the books I finally managed to start was Clone: The Life and Legacy of Al Parker, Gay Superstar. Great fucking book! I could not put it down. So in honor of that book, my first post on my new computer will be all Al Parker photos.

Yesterday Was My Birthday

2009-08-28T11:06:00.005-04:00

and one of the gifts I got was a beautiful steel cockring to go with the assortment of leather ones that I already have!

My Life -- Part Three: Goodbye Eddie

2009-08-24T15:08:00.001-04:00

Eddie Romano and I had been fairly regular fuck buddies for most of our Senior year of High School. We had started the summer before, shortly before my seventeenth birthday, when he helped me paint my attic bedroom in preparation for new furniture since I had long outgrown the old stuff.

Anyway, whenever we wanted to fool around, Eddie had to come over, usually spending the night. I could never go to his place as he shared his room with his three brothers and that lack of privacy made doing anything in his house an impossibility. So, he spent many a Friday night with me and Gran, talking and watching TV in my room until late and then fucking and sucking until the small hours before falling to sleep in the early months of our relationship. Then it began to taper off as we grew comfortable with each other and complacent in our relationship, slowly over time our weekends together became the exception rather than the rule.

It was the last Friday of May, just three weeks before graduation when we had what would become our final night together. I knew Eddie had been accepted to the University of Miami, but I thought we would still have much of the summer together.

We had already finished having sex, and looking back, it had been rather dull and unexciting, as if we were both going through the motions, sucking and fucking because that’s what we always did. Neither one of us wanted to say anything since the sex was still good, just not fantastic. Eddie had taken his shower first and was sitting on my bed, naked, watching TV when I came back from my shower, toweling my hair. We were comfortable being naked around each other and never saw the need to cover up after sex or showering. That night was no exception, like I said, we had become comfortable around each other. I climbed into bed next to him and we just sat there, watching TV.

After a few minutes Eddie laid a bombshell on me. “I’m leaving for Miami the day after graduation,” he said without turning away from the TV. “My Mom is coming with me. We’ll be staying at my Aunt Sonia’s until we find a little place for me near campus. Papi already said he would help with rent up to $500 a month.” His voice was hollow and I knew he was on the verge of tears.

“That’s nice of him,” I said, trying to be cool but inside I was screaming What about us and summer? I turned to the bedside lamp and turned it off. “Do you want to do it again?” I asked as I traced his shoulderblade with my fingertip. The flickering light of the TV cast odd shadows everywhere.

“Sure,” he said, turning to me and kissing me as we began to caress each other like it was our first time instead of what we both knew would be our last.

We slept very little that night and in the morning, I woke Eddie by taking his flaccid cock into my mouth and giving him a blowjob before rimming his ass and fucking him like there would be no tomorrow because for us, there would be no more tomorrows.

We showered together, dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. We kissed good-bye when Eddie left and I watched him walk down the block until he turned the corner. We saw each other every day at school for the next three weeks and then at graduation. I stopped by his parents’ house to give him a silly going-away gift, spent a little time with his family and had a slice of cake before I had to go to my own party.

Of course that was not the last time we saw each other. I went to Miami a couple of times over the next four years, and even though we usually ended up in bed together at some point, he had his new life and I had mine.

I got a message on my answering machine yesterday afternoon from Eddie’s boyfriend Xavier that Eddie had been killed in a traffic accident on the way home from the supermarket on Saturday. I met Xavier the last time I was in Miami and he was very nice. And even though both Eddie and I had moved on, I will always love and remember Eddie, the first man I ever had sex with and the first man I ever loved.

Rest In Peace, Eddie
I Love You.

Eddie Romano
B. 02-12-84
D. 08-22-09

Cowboys

2009-08-20T12:58:00.006-04:00

Save a horse . . . Ride a cowboy!

Hot Men That Make Me Sweat

2009-08-14T11:44:00.005-04:00

Serious Ink

2009-08-12T16:00:00.004-04:00

One of my favorite turn-ons in skin ink. Not just any old tattoo, but serious ink -- ink that covers arms or shoulders or chest or back and more. I have a couple of small tattoos (almost everyone I know has at least one) but to get a sleeve or a shirt of ink takes serious commitment. Ink -- gotta love it!

Of course, the last one must have hurt like a motherfuck!

My Mini-Vacation

2009-08-09T13:15:00.013-04:00

I spent the last three days in Philadelphia with my boyfriends Ian and Billy. We did not stay in a fancy hotel or a bed and breakfast like we usually do when we go away. Instead, we spent much of our time at Billy's childhood home with his parents and his sister.

I have to say, Billy's mom is a great cook! We had lasagna the first night, with home-made minestrone soup and fresh bread. She even made an apple pie! I don't know how she had the time to cook all that!

I wasn't sure if Billy's parents knew about our relationship or not, but I didn't have to worry, they were pretty cool about it. Over dinner, Billy's mom was absolutly gushing about how happy she was that Billy had not only found one man to make him happy, but found two!

Yeah, I know we have a different relationship than most folks, gay or otherwise. Most folk just pair off into a couple; and for straight people, that's probably the best. But because we're gay, we don't necessarily have to fit into that tight little concept of domestic bliss. Ian and I have been together for about three years and when Billy joined us about a year ago it felt right, it felt complete. At first it was just the sex, y'know; spicing things up a little between me and Ian, bringing a friend into the mix for a threeway every now and again, but we both fell in love with Billy.

So, for the last year or so, it's been the three of us.

I'm glad Billy's family accepted us, even if Ian and I did have to sleep in the guest bedroom, in separate beds, but you know, things happen in the middle of the night when everyone else is sleeping, right?

Of course we didn't spend all of our time at Billy's parents' house. We did the tourist thing -- the zoo, the museum, the Liberty Bell, Independance Hall (did you know at one point, Philadelphia was the capitol of the country and that Liberty Hall housed the offices of the Mayor of Philadelphia, the Govenor of Pennsylvania and the President of the U.S.? I didn't.). Of course we checked out some of the local bars and hot spots -- we went dancing at Pure, stopped in at Woody's, took in the male revue at 12th Air Command and even made a stop at the local leather bar -- Bike Stop where we made a couple of new friends -- Hello Leon, Joe and Mike! (Great guys.) We went back to Leon's apartment for a little fun. I don't usually do it with Black guys, but I'm glad I did -- Leon had the biggest cock I've seen in a long time outside porn movies.

Speaking of porn -- I just gotta say, I'm loving Titan's Full Access. Fucking Great Movie!

Butt Beautiful

2009-07-29T16:38:00.004-04:00

Normally, I'm not a butt man, I prefer cock. But every now and again, I come across an ass worthy of my attention and, frankly, worship. Well-toned, proportioned and mouth-watering. Almost makes me want to give up sucking cock and sink my teeth into golden ass.

My Favorite Fantasy

2009-07-21T13:07:00.005-04:00

One of my all-time favorite fantasies involves leather. I love the feel of it and the smell of it. Whenever I get in the mood for a little rough stuff, I take out my leathers -- sometimes just one piece will be enough, sometimes I need the full leatherman gear. Whatever the case, Billy or Ian or sometimes both will play along with me. When it's the trhee of us, things pretty much last for hours -- we fuck and suck till we can't go any longer, then it's the shower and bed. And in the morning, we often have a little more fun!

Always a Mouthful

2009-07-16T19:49:00.001-04:00

Hard Hats & Hard-Ons

2009-07-11T12:47:00.011-04:00

I've been spending the last couple of days helping a buddy build a backyard deck which got me thinking about all those hot guys doing construction. Here's a tip of the hard hat to all those guys that give us hard-ons!

Happy 4th of July!

2009-07-04T08:19:00.002-04:00

Ian, Billy and I are off camping in Bear Mountain for the next few days! So, enjoy the fireworks!

Some Hot Men

2009-06-29T09:48:00.007-04:00

Beautiful Butts

2009-06-27T15:34:00.005-04:00

I admit a certain preoccupation with cocks. I love them! Usually, I can't get enough of those hard, pulsing shafts. I don't care if the balls are shaved or naturally bushy. To me, cocks were made to play with and suck. But lately, I've had a hankering for beautiful man-ass -- those tight, fleshy mounds that are perfect for fucking. Just like these --

Bed Mates

2009-06-22T08:14:00.009-04:00

I've pulled a little bit of overtime at the airport the last few days because of all the rain delays and now I what to laze around in bed so here are a few of my favorite pics of men in bed.

My Colt Men

2009-06-18T18:03:00.000-04:00

It's been raining on and off all week and today it hasn't let up. And you know how I feel about rainy days -- they make me so horny I just want to stay in bed and fuck! Usually when I'm not fucking Ian or Billy, I'm jacking off to my favorite porn. And I love Colt videos! My all-time favorite Colt Man is, of course, Steve Kelso. It's a shame he didn't make too many films. At least there are his stills!

Then there are Pete Kuzak, Carl Hardwick, Wade Neff and John Pruitt.

I just love those body-builder types with their hairy chests and big cocks. I especially like watching them strip down after working hard in the sun and then taking a shower, lathering up and sliding their soapy hands over their chests, down their stomachs, down their legs, bending over to show every curve of their ass, then back up to their flacid dicks and working themselves into a lather as they play with their balls and limp dicks to hardness. Then standing under the warm spray, letting the soapy lather slide off their skin and down the drain. Sometimes they cum in the shower, but most of the time they slowly towel themselves dry then retire to their bed where they play with their hard cock and slowly work themselves toward a cum-gushing climax. Just thinking about it gets me so hard. I'm gonna go now and take care of my aching dick.

A Butt Machine?

2009-06-13T15:04:00.000-04:00

Most of us have a dildo or two and some of us even have a vibrating one. I mean, who among us hasn't pleasured himself by fucking his own ass with a dildo, right? But you come down to thinking about it, it isn't always the most comfortable of positions to be in. Let's face it, we're usually on our backs with our legs up and spread wide so we can get out our asses. And doing it this way involves both hands, unless you're especially limber.

Well, I ran across this kinky site the other day call "Butt Machine Boys" and just as you can guess, it involved some randy dudes getting the shit fucked out of them with a dildo machine that would fuck them all day, nine ways come Sunday! It was was pretty kinky shit! Just look at the sample clip below!

Aqua Men

2009-06-05T17:02:00.000-04:00

It's been raining here in New York City for the past couple of days now and today it has been raining non-stop all day. Rainy days, no matter what season, always make me want to stay home and curl up under the covers and just watch TV. They also make me incredibly horny; I'm always up for a good blow-job or a fucking when it's raining, but I'm home alone tonight (Ian is out in the rain for Con Ed, the big electric company here and Billy is nursing a minor case of the flu). So, here I am, feeling quite randy with no one to get sweaty with. Instead, I'm going to pop in one of my Colt DVDs ("Waterbucks") because I think Steve Kelso is one fucking hot and sexy dude!

But that got me to thinking -- if the rain makes me so horny, what about other times guys are wet and naked? Like in the shower? (not unless I'm with someone)

And then there are those times in the locker room showers, playing a friendly game of "grab-ass", or washing my car, or getting out of a pool.

And then of course, you can't forget the times you're at the beach or lake or even skinnydipping with your buddies.

Yes, these are other times when thinking about naked, wet guys gets me horny.

Oh well, the DVD is calling. Time to get naked and enjoy those Colt men, releave the aching in my balls and give myself a little loving caress.

Men and Mirrors

2009-06-04T16:55:00.001-04:00

It rarely fails -- a naked man and a full-length mirror -- and Narcissus is reborn! There are fewer things hotter than watching a well-built man make love to himself while gazing at his own reflection. No one knows how to please a man better than the man himself! It isn't just self-indulgence, it's self love at its sexiest, most basic core. After all, who was it that brought each of us to our first climax? We did it ourselves, for ourselves. Masterbation has always had such a dirty reputation; good boys never played with themselves! Yeah, right! I love playing with myself, and I love watching other guys play with themselves. Maybe it's the idea that jacking off is wrong that makes it feel so good, maybe it's just that simple. It doesn't matter where the mirror is -- the bathroom, the bedroom, the home gym, even the hallway; just get naked and grab a bottle of your favorite lube and have some fun. Better yet, invite a friend and then do it! You never know what might happen!

Peek-a-Boo

2009-06-01T16:55:00.000-04:00

Has this ever happened to you? You're sitting somewhere, on the grass or a park bench or at the gym working out, minding your own business when people passing by either point at you and stare or turn away quickly. Not sure why, you look down and see that your cock has tumbled out of your shorts. With summer coming, it's bound to happen somewhere. If you notice this happen to someone, send me the pic and I'll post it.

My Life -- Part Two: Eddie

2009-05-30T17:25:00.000-04:00

I met Eddie Romano in my sophomore year through a mutual friend, Joey. Joey and I had gone to elementary school together for a couple of years at Holy Child School until his family moved and took him out of the school. They later moved back to the area but I didn’t meet him again until the first day of sophomore year in a gym class. Towards the end of the school year, Joey introduced me to Eddie and the three of us started hanging out all the time.

That summer we would often going swimming in Joey’s pool to cool off. We three were sometimes joined by other friends of Joey’s and every now and again we did what lots of teenaged boys do, we skinny-dipped. There was nothing sexual about it at the time, just boys being boys, but I had to work very hard at not getting hard around Joey and Eddie when we were naked together. I knew I liked guys, but Joey? Not a chance; he was way too into girls. And Eddie didn’t seem all that interested either. If only I had known then, I might have done something sooner. As it turns out, nothing happened between me and Eddie for more than half a year.

Gran had decided that I was much too old for the second-hand child’s room furniture I had been using since I started living with her after my Dad ran off and my Mom decided to drink herself to a slow death. Since I was going to be seventeen at the end of the summer, Gran decided to give me an early birthday present, new bedroom furniture. But there was a catch -- I would have to clear out the room and paint it.

Not a problem. The day before I was to paint to make the room ready for my new furniture, I cleared out everything with the exception of my bed, night stand and bedside lamp. I had asked a couple of buddies to help me paint my room, but only one was able to, Eddie. That day, a Saturday, he arrived a little after ten in the morning. I can remember what he looked like as clearly as if it were yesterday -- black Nikes that had seen better days, faded jeans with a hole at the left knee, a faded red, white and blue striped tee-shirt and a Yankee baseball cap. His unruly and very curly black hair fell to nearly his shoulders and the mustache on his upper lip was whisper thin. He smiled a toothy, sexy smile and came in. After saying hello to my Gran, Eddie and I went up to my room to work. A couple of hours in, Gran called us down for lunch. She made sure we ate well; she had remarked that Eddie seemed rather thin, and twenty minutes later we were back in my room, painting. The temperature outside had reached the high eighties and there was hardly any breeze; my room was stifling. Both Eddie and I were sweaty so we both took off our shirts. It only took another hour or so and when we were done, we were tired and splattered with paint. Eddied took a seat on my bed and I went into the bathroom to wash the brushes and roller out.

I left the cleaned brushes and roller to dry a bit by the sink and went back to my room were Eddie waited.

“You got a nice sized room,” he said. “Big enough for two.”

“Not with all the stuff I have coming in here.”

“What I wouldn’t give for a room of my own. I have to share with three brothers. No privacy at all.”

“What’s it like, having brothers?”

“Most of the time it’s not so bad, but once in a while they just get on your nerves.”

We sat there, on my bed, in silence for a few seconds.

“It’s quiet,” Eddie said.

“Gran must have gone out. Shopping, I guess.” I was sweating harder and my heart was pumping loudly in my ears. This would be the perfect opportunity to make a move, but I still had reservations because of what had happened with Mike a couple of weeks earlier.

“Have you ever thought about fooling around with a guy?” Eddie asked out of the blue as if reading my mind. What had he noticed?

“Once or twice,” I admitted.

“Well, you wanna? Nobody’s gonna know if we do it.” He put his hand on my thigh and gave a little squeeze. “Whadaya say? It’ll be fun.”

I licked my dry lips and swallowed. “Sure.”

By silent consent we both stood. I had been around other guys who had been half dressed or totally naked in the locker room after gym, but this was different. It was like I was looking at Eddie for the first time. He was an inch or two taller than me, and stocky. And while he had this mop of dark, curly hair on his head, there was even more fanning across his chest and down his stomach until it disappeared inside his jeans. On the other hand, I only have a light dusting across my chest and down my abs.

We slowly undressed -- shoes first then jeans, tossing them carelessly aside. Before we went any further, I went to the door and, on the off chance Gran wasn’t out, closed and locked it. Then off came our underwear. We were naked except for our socks.

I reached for his cock and he reached for mine. I can’t really describe what it felt like to hold another guy’s cock in my hand; it felt so different from my own cock in my hands when I jerk off -- sort of rubbery and warm.

Eddie sank to his knees facing my cock. I maneuvered to the bed, sat and opened my legs as much as I could, giving him room to play. By this time I was already rock hard. He wrapped his hand around the shaft of my cock and slid it up and down a few times before opening his mouth and tickling me with his tongue. Then he started to lick my cock and my balls as his hands found their way to my chest. He sucked my balls and played with my tits. I was in heaven, or thought I was. Then he wrapped his lips around my cock and started sucking! It felt so good! I moaned and groaned and bucked my hips, trying to push my dick further down his willing throat. But after a few seconds, I knew I had to stop or I would cum and I didn’t want to cum so soon. I pushed him off me and slid off the bed onto the floor where I could get at his cock.

Eddie’s cock still had its foreskin. While I had seen one or two in the lockerroom showers, I had never really seen one up close and personal. I was fascinated by it and played with it a little. Soon enough his hard cock demanded more than just my hand and I took his musky cock into my mouth and began sucking.

There we were on the floor of my room sucking each other like you see in any porn flick. We must have been going at for nearly twenty minutes, just sucking cock, licking balls, fingering ass when Eddie stopped, pulled out of my mouth and got on all fours.

“Fuck me,” he said, looking over his shoulder at me. “Fuck me now. I want your cock in me.”

I didn’t need any further convincing. I got on my knees, and aimed my cock at his waiting hole. It slipped in without much effort and I began humping him like a randy dog in heat. After only a few minutes, I pulled out and stood.

“Get on my bed,” I told him.

He quickly did what I said and lay on his back, putting his legs up automatically. I started fucking him again, humping him deep and hard. Sweat was dripping down my face, chest and back. It wasn’t long before I came, I was that close. I grabbed his hips and pulled him as close to me as I could, burying my cock deep in him. Then I lost it and my cock exploded in him. As I came, Eddie started to cum.

After I pulled out of Eddie’s ass, I climbed onto the bed next to him, fully expecting Eddie to want to fuck me. But he didn’t.

“That was great man,” he said. “I haven’t been fucked like that in weeks.”

“You’ve done this before?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know?” he asked, fingering my left tit.

I shook my head.

“You were a virgin?”

I nodded mutely, too shocked to say anything.

“Sweet!” he whispered to himself. Then he turned to me and kissed me, the taste of my own cock still on his lips.

A few minutes later, we went into the bathroom and showered together, each of us getting to lather up the other. And although nothing more happened that day beside a little soapy hand fun, we had loads of fun other times over the next year until Eddie moved off to college in Florida.

Hot Guys

2009-05-27T20:57:00.000-04:00

I'm trying to figure out how to download video clips of guys I think are hot. In the meantime, I'll offer these delightfully hot guys.

Tuesday Twosomes

2009-05-26T18:29:00.001-04:00

Memorial Day

2009-05-25T11:05:00.001-04:00

Let us take the time to remember those men and women who died for our freedoms.

The Korean War Veterans Memorial in Washington DC.

Part of the The Vietnam War Veterans Memorial in Washington DC.

My Life -- Part One

2009-05-24T20:32:00.000-04:00

In my first post I mentioned my Dad running out on Mom and me when I was seven. I thought I would take the time to fill you in a little on my background.

My dear ol' Dad is Irish and German, but his family has been here in the States since the time of the Civil War. He was the third child of five and the eldest son. My father and both of his brothers served in the military, but only he came out alive, if you want to call it that. He had addiction problems and suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or Syndrome or whatever the hell they're calling it these days. Like I said in yesterday's post, he ran out on me and my Mom when I was little. The less said about the sod, the better.

Mom’s Italian-American and was Dad's high school sweetheart. Her folks came to New York sometime around 1890 or little before, Gran’s a little fuzzy on the details, and settled in Brooklyn.

Both Mom and Dad were a little too young for the '60s counter-culture scene but were right there for the sex-drugs-and-alcohol-induced haze of the disco '70s. They were there in Studio 54 quite a few times and in her more lucid moments, Mom told me stories about that place, which if half were true, would make for some interesting footnotes in the biographies of quite a few famous people.

I was born in Jamaica, Queens in August of 1985 where my parents had moved after they married, and spent the first few years of life being an adorable little guy. I was my parent's only child and, later when I was in school, would sometimes wonder what it would have been like to have a brother or sister since. I had to content myself with my rarely-seen cousins for that. I did much better with friends.

Despite my parents fucking up their own lives, I guess they did right by me as much as they could. Granted, I often wished I could have had a perfect family -- you know, house in the country, lots of money, parents who were sober and not high all the time -- but they did what they could. I have come to terms with my crappy childhood.

After Gran took me in it took years to undo the damage the ‘rents had done to me, but with Gran’s love and patience, I made it. I was not a stellar student by any means until mid-way through High School, then it was bust my hump to graduate on time. Math was always a problem for me, so Gran got me a tutor. Mike was a Senior when I was a Junior. He was suggested to Gran by the head of the Math Department as a way of getting my grades up. I already knew Mike. He was on the basketball and swim teams and he had been in my Spanish 3 class.

Now, this was at about the time Gran helped me admit to myself that I was much more into guys than girls. Since I knew Mike, I liked him, he may have been a jock, but he wasn’t stuck up, he was one of the guys. Besides, I had my sights on a member of the baseball team. I can’t remember his name, Steve something, but I sure do remember the curve of his ass in that uniform! Talk about bubble butt!

Anyway, Mike came over Gran’s house twice a week every week thereafter and we worked on my math. Two weeks into those tutoring sessions I got my first passing grade on a math test! That test hung on the refrigerator for the rest of the semester as a reminder of what I could do. Mike continued to work with me and by April I didn’t need his help anymore, but he still came over, always after practice smelling of sweat. My dick often got hard sitting there next to him. That’s when I made a major mistake in judgment. I told Mike how I felt. His response: “You’re a fucking faggot?” I never felt so low. He said I was lucky he didn’t beat the crap out of me for wanting to suck his cock and make him a faggot too. Then he said he wouldn’t say anything to anyone ‘cause it would hurt his reputation. That’s when he left and I never saw him again outside of school. A couple of months later he graduated and was gone for good.

The whole Mike experience taught me I needed to be careful who I came out to. Thank heaven I didn’t pay attention to that lesson when it came to Eddie.

More about him next time.

Welcome

2009-05-23T15:23:00.000-04:00

It's my first post.

What is sure to follow will be a rambling through my disorganized, somewhat sex-crazed and horny gay thoughts on everything from my relationships and sexcapades to some of my original erotic fiction.

First, a little about me. My name is Garth. I am currently single, but attached to my two best friends and fuck buddies, Ian and Billy. I live at home with my 82-year old gran, whom I love. Both my 'rents are out of the picture. My dad skipped out on us when I was seven, so it wasn't the happiest of childhoods. Dad skipping out caused Mom to drink and drink she did. Most of the time she drank until she just pass out on the couch. But on occasion she was so blitzed out of her mind she would talk to lamp as if it were my dad. Pathetic, eh? Around the time I was ten I had skipped so many days of school that Child Services had to be called in. If it weren't for Gran taking me in, I would have been bounced from foster home to foster home. I love that old lady. She straightened me out real good with love and the occasional whoopin'.

Sometime around the beginning of High School I realized I wasn't that into girls. Now Gran had seen quite a bit in her years, she was even a chorus girl at one time so she knew something about boys and girls and she was actually the one who told me why I wasn't that into girls. Bless her heart, I guess it was haning out with all those dancer fellas that she recognized in me what I had just begun to question about myself. And even though she was very open-minded about it all, it confused the fuck out of me for a long time. It wasn't until Junior year that I actually lost my virginity with a friend named Eddie. Maybe I'll tell you all about it some day.

I like to travel. Visiting other places is a blast, especially hooking up with some of the local guys. They know all the hottest places and when you have sex, no one expects a long-term commitment. It's just fuck and suck, take a shower, dress and on to the next guy.

I am a voracious reader. It started with comics (of course) and now I read just about anything I get my hands on. I am currently reading Ivanhoe by Sir Walter Scott, first published in 1819. I only started it the other day, and at first it felt like I was reading something for a college lit class, but I'm getting into it.

I also enjoy my fair share of porn. Watching all those hot men gets me all hot and horny. Here's a pic of one of my favorite porn stars, Colt man, Carl Hardwick.

I love the movies. The last non-porn thing I saw was Star Trek. That Chris Pine reminds me of Micheal C. Hall, the guy on Dexter who plays a Serial Killer who kills killers. Great show.

Speaking of Dexter, I don't have Showtime, but I saw season one when it was on CBS a couple of years ago during the writer's strike. I read the first three books by Jeff Lindsey and am waiting the forth book.

When I'm not working, reading or watching movies, I love hanging out with my friends. Of course, I love having sex, too. Especially hot, sweaty sex with my friends.

So, until next time, it's been fun.