R and I met at The Phoenix. We were supposed to meet a couple of other guys for some play back at R’s place. We played around separately for a while upstairs but finally decided it wasn’t working for either of us and left. Luckily, we ran into John, one of the potential playmates on our way out. D was working and said he’d meet us at the house later. I did a bump in the car and we were on our way.
John, it turns out, was very hot-looking but a little weird for my taste. (Hard to believe, I know!) He talked too much, for one thing. When he’d stop talking and actually do something like kiss or play with a nipple, he’d only do it for a second or two and go back to the dirty talk. He said he was a bit uncomfortable, not knowing anyone, but I wasn’t buying it but I don’t know why. (I think he might have been nervous because he’s negative. Who knows?)
I got a bit further into R’s ass then I had before, which was really fun. He’s always a good time! Then John helped out with some ass play, too. He has big, hairy arms and R really got off on watching them work his ass in the mirror above the bed.
D arrived around 3AM and got right in the sling. R fisted him for a while and then needed a break. He played with John for a while and I got busy with D. The last time I had my hand in his ass, I couldn’t get much past my wrist. He’s really into depth so it was kind of unsatisfying for both of us. This time though, having been opened up nicely by R, he nearly got my elbow in his ass. My forearms, while not very muscular, are a lot wider than R’s, so I was really surprised.
I rested and watched porn for a bit while R and D played again. I got up to hold R’s cock when he pissed in D’s ass. He squirted it back out into R’s mouth. Very hot!
They kept playing and John made it his business to get me hard and close to shooting while I watched more porn. I didn’t shoot because I wanted to give it to R, but I couldn’t sustain the mood long enough for him to get to it. Next time, I hope.
All in all, a good night. Bed time.
They were HOT, too, as well as being really nice, regular guys. At 7:30 AM, over four hours after we talked online, they finally knocked on the door. I was really asleep, so I was pretty groggy for the first few minutes but once we got down to business I was wide awake. (A little bump didn’t hurt either!)
The light in the upstairs bathroom at
The first one was a completely shaved guy who’s been after me for a while. I’m not generally interested in men who are that smooth but this guy was relentlessly pursuing me so I finally said yes. He lives about a half an hour from here in St. Bernard Parish and he asked me to bring poppers and lube. I had to wait for a train to pass and a draw bridge to close, so it took me closer to an hour to get there. There was some great COPS-like police action happening on his street, which was kind of fun. (“GET ON THE GROUND!!!”) His house was grossly Country-Kitchen. I should have known.
The party last night was really fun, though. I got there around 11. It was in the basement of a big house uptown. Four slings, bed, WS room, snacks, beverages, anything you'd want. Oh, and 15 or so hot men, not a bad one among them, some men I hadn’t met before. I was kind of tired to begin with but I managed to have my share of fun. I think I'm going to have to add some ED stuff to my pharmacopeia if I want to keep running at this pace. Tonight was a bit of a trial in that department.
Less than an hour after I checked in, I looked up from “Under the Banner of Heaven” to see this guy looking into my room, asking if he could come in. I wish this crappy camera-phone pic did him justice; he’s really sexy. After he made himself comfortable he said “I bet you think I'm a hustler.” I didn’t but he was, of course. After I told him that I wasn't going to pay him for sex, he said, “But I‘ll do anything for $20!’” Oh, what the hell? Who am I to deny a crackhead his fix? Besides, we all pay for sex somehow.
I just checked into the Habana Inn, Oklahoma City, OK. In case you haven’t been paying attention, the Habana is a gay “resort,” in other words, a sex club masquerading as a motel. I’m here to visit friends, maybe work and, mostly, plow some Great Plains ass.