Archive for OKC

Dean

DeanI’m feeling much better today. I even ran around Magazine St. for a while this afternoon. Tomorrow morning I take my host, Dorian, to the airport for the Internext event and I’ll have this big apartment and a car all to myself until Saturday. Why it’ll almost be like having my own place!!

This is a picture of Dean, a beautiful man whose picture I took at the Great Plains Gay Rodeo in Oklahoma City about nine years ago. His charm and good looks sold a lot of t-shirts over the course of that Memorial Day Weekend. I don’t know anything about him except that he was at a table hawking merchandise for some GRA in the Northwest. In this picture he’s buying a poke chop sandwich. MMMMMMMM.

Leave A Comment.

John

Well, no nap for me! Finishing shaving my head at the mirror, I noticed someone staring in the window. Wow, handsome!! I dried off my skull and went to the door.

John was friendly, good-looking, naturally masculine, hairy and looking to play. And what a great kisser! We got so into that, it took us a while to get out of our clothes and into the bed. Lots of pit-licking, nipple and ass play while we tried to figure out who was topping—not that I had any doubt about it! He was sucking the two fingers I just had up his ass when I told him what a hot hole he had. Then he asked me what I wanted to put up there. Well, my dick and then my hand, of course. And I did.

Damn, what a talented hole this man had. What incredible muscle control. He was nice and tight for fucking and then he opened right up for my forearm. I love feeling the head of my cock as it pierces a hairy hole and he liked squeezing it when I entered him. I was in fucking heaven. He liked getting fucked deep and he ground his ass into me, not letting me pull out for another plunge. I had to stop, though, or I would shoot and have to recover before I could do anything else, and I had to get my hand in there. Really. I had to.

I managed to pull out. I grabbed the lube and poured some on my hand. He understood instantly. More kissing and pit-licking (we were both nice and ripe now) as I worked more fingers into his ass. Finally, he got on his hands and knees and let me know he was ready. There was some effort but he swallowed my hand pretty easily. Then he pushed and pushed until I was up to the elbow. Damn.

He asked me to pull out and then push back in again. Then he did something I’ve never seen or felt before: Using only his muscles, he pushed my arm out and then sucked it back in over and over again! It was amazing and got me rock hard again. He did the same thing upright on his knees, too!

Back on his hands and knees, he begged me to stretch his hole using both hands. I got both in past the wrists and couldn’t go any farther. I clasped my hands inside him and pushed my arms away from each other but no dice.

I was ready to pop and said so. He asked me to hold on a little while longer. He got on his back with a couple of pillows under his ass and I punch fucked him with my fist, sometimes just twisting my hand in his hole.

Finally, I put my hand and my dick in at the same time and I jacked myself inside him until I shot. I kept them both in there until he got himself off, too.

Whew!

We cleaned up, made out a little more and he left. I sure wouldn’t mind playing with this one again.

I’m starving!

1 Comment »

Danny

Danny woke me up with a call at 10 AM! Christ, I’ve known the guy for, like, 15 years or something, you’d think he’d know better than to call me that early. Having not seen him in over four years, I pretended to already be awake. We decided to not decide what to do but that he and John would pick me up at 11.

It was great to see him again after so long and I’m really glad we’re still friends after all this time. He looked great despite a touch of the lipodystrophy. I think he’s kind of self-conscious about it but, as I said to him, the alternative is even less pretty. I love him and I’m especially happy that he’s sharing his life with someone he loves. That’s not what I’m looking for and any potential partners of mine should be relieved about that, trust me.

Delicious breakfast at Jimmy’s Egg, a local chainette of breakfast/lunch joints. Then a quick trip to Old Navy to buy my favorite Mechanic’s Jacket in this year’s dark grey ($10 off!!), and a visit to Danny and John’s house to meet the dogs and the cat, who nearly coughed up a hairball on my hand. I didn’t take it personally.

We went to see The Incredibles. It was really fun! After a deadly dull first half hour it finally became an exciting, satisfying action movie. I don’t buy the criticism that it’s a conservative, family-values screed, by the way. That’s a preposterous idea. These characters are obviously unhappy being domesticated. Please.

Anyway, a short nap and then, hopefully, some more play.

Leave A Comment.

A Tiger and a Pig

Nice nap. Met Keith for dinner. Damned if he didn't have a stunning COLT model with him who he hired to dance at the Copa. This guy, Tyger, was fucking beautiful. I thought my ribcage was gonna bust when he hugged me. He has an incredible body and it’s from working as a stonemason where he lives in Portland OR. He doesn't workout at all! Seductive as he is, he’s not enough to make me wish I'd gotten a real job and didn't sit on my ass all day.

Back at my room, it was a slow night, cold and wet, without much cruising going on for a Friday night. At one point I went to the Copa and talked to Tyger after he'd been go-go-ing for a while. I was enjoying his odor; it was nice and arousing to me but not really strong or anything. Then Keith suddenly whisked him away. I found out later that the Copa’s owners thought Tiger stank to high heaven and Keith was taking him back to the hotel so he could shower!!! Now, the owners are these guys in cowboy hats and boots who wouldn’t seem out of place in a Toby Keith video, Here they are complaining that a guy who’s spending all night dancing under hot lights on a platform above a crowd of drunks has an offensive odor!! Amazing. They must sell a lot of deodorant in red states. In retrospect, I guess I should have offered him my room to shower! Dammit!

Back in my room again I saw a couple of prospects walk by but nothing got me going except this one handsome bear who was walking back and forth in his stocking feet. I finally invited him in and he said his partner was a real cum-pig and wanted more loads. Hell yeah! He was only two rooms away, too!

The partner was lean, dark and clean-cut but handsome and scruffy enough to suit me with a nicely muscled, hairy body. He immediately got off the bed, sat on the floor and motioned me over to him. He yanked my jeans down, pulled my dick out of my jock and started sucking. I was hard in seconds! He would stop sometimes to sniff the filthy jock, too, when he wasn't looking directly into my eyes. The bear reclined on the bed, naked and grinning, stroking his fat dick. I told the boy if he really wanted a big load fast, I should lie down on the bed. We got ourselves re-situated and he started sucking again, this time paying more attention to my balls. The bear put his arm around me, played with my nipples and kissed me. I called the boy a pig and a filthy cocksucker, which he definitely was, and both of them got more into it. I finally shot my second big load of the day. He swallowed every drop and kept sucking. Then hugs, kisses and thank-you's all around. I walked back to my room without putting my pants back on and my dick still hanging out of my jock.

Sweet dreams.

Leave A Comment.

Viva Habana!

Habana InnI 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.

I love the Habana. It’s everything the Parliament House in Orlando used to be and should still be; and what the Parliament Resort in Augusta GA still is. The staff, rude as they might sometimes be, actually encourage cruising the rooms after the on-site bars close. There is almost always a refreshing variety of men here looking for actual sex, not just a bunch of giggling queens gawking at the guests like they’re visiting a zoo. (Not that there are none of those.)

When I first left Philadelphia in 2000, escaping a stalking ex-lover, I stayed here for six weeks. Not only did I have a lot of sex but I was impressed with the masculinity of the men as well as the fact that this place even existed in such an unlikely place as OKC. I hope things haven’t changed much after four years of our recently re-elected “faith-based” administration.

I’ll be here until Monday, sitting in my shorts in my room window and cruising the internet using the Habana’s ancient and unreliable phone lines. (C’mon, guys! It’s 2004!! Let’s get some broadband going on in this place, fer Chrissake!)

Back soon!

Leave A Comment.