Last Night........
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Posted:Apr 22, 2007 3:12 pm
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So, I went out last night with pals I've known for the last five years. We ended up going to a house party in West Campus(U.T. Austin Area) and it was a little lame...it was an 80's theme party, how fucking unoriginal, and of course I found that to be rather taxing and tiring but we only went there for the "free booze."
I was dressed in my own style which included skinny-rocker jeans as tight as leggings, a black shirt(with a head-to-bust shot of a hot blond chick on the front wearing shades and smoking a cigarette, her hair is slicked back, its my favourtie shirt!), a tailored, black suede, evening jacket and my awesome Dsquared ankle boots; adorned with a single silver chain on top of each boot. On my right wrist, I had on a red leather cuff with studded spikes on the front of it that laced up with a satin black ribbon from behind. My hair was pulled back in a Samurai pony-tail, donning a clean shavened mug, my eyes lined with khol, and a touch of rouge on the lips. I was looking like some S&M circus ring leader, but none the less, fucking hawt!!
The people there appeared to be quite young and naive, sophmores and juniors and few under grads, and very much Trust-Fund babies...I was in hell. I graduated from UT in the mid to late 90's and I put myself through college by the sweat of my brows. The rest of my crowd was as equally chic as my self...JT, Ever and "Lauren", the only female whom the 3 of us boys kept introducing to the collegiate revelers as a post-op trannie! Tee Hee!...but she just rolled with it, that's what she gets for having friends like us, we're not Hello Kitty types, we're HELL KATS. It really was a sad scene because these fucking brats throwing the party were charging a dollar for the beer keg. We bi-passed that bullshit and served our self without paying and they didn't tell us a god damned thing. We ended up there cause "Ever"- seriously, thats his name, knew one of the hosting this shin dig and was hoping to get into his pants. So we hammed it up a bit because we had already been drinking, and we were in high spirits too because we had just seen the coolest show in town at the Paramount Theatre...the Queen of Mean, Lisa Lampanelli!!!
We ended up meeting the host, "The " and he was just the cutest little shit. He brought us boys into his house and got us to do a few Wild Turkey shots. I figured why not, I'm not much of a beer drinker. The "boy" got a little chatty and a little Loosey-Goosey, he only weighed a mere 130lbs. Some how we ended up in his bed room and he obviously had some "curiousity issues." So the little shit was also about 5'9 or 5'10 some where around my height, a lanky, plank with auburn curls that framed with heart-shaped face. There was a top hat on his dresser which I put on and I seriously looked like Johnny Depps "Willy Wonka!"
I had no idea that I was being checked out, possibly enticing salacious thoughts for "Darren," the little shits name, because I figured he was talking with my 2 other guy friends. I was being silly infront of this long mirror by his night stand and the two boys were actually in his restroom with the door locked, obviously "skiing the Columbian Slopes." Things took a "literal turn" when I was suddenly spun around and pushed onto the bed, where I was on my back and Darren was on top of me. Instinctively, We began to suck face, and both of my hands swiftly found their way between his jeans and skinnky little man ass. He was biting my neck and tried to lift my shirt so he could suck my nipples properly cause he was already chewing on them from outside my shirt, "my favourite shirt, ouch!" so I helped him. He was heaving and flushed in the face and sweaty. My face was buried in his curls and he smelled so sweet; fleshy sweet and he had the faintest manly scent...soapy with a bit of man-musk, end-of-the-day-reek, SO HAWT! It took me back to highschool when I was sleeping with a quarter of the boys in my swim team. The little shit flipped me over and tried to pull my pants off, every thing was happening so fast...but I turned around and got on my back again, cause I figured the boys would be coming out soon. So, we did the next best thing, we went "into his closet," cause that's where he's been shamefully hidding his very insatiable sexual orientation anyway. We turned the closet lights on and it began to feel like a sauna for an instant. He mentioned having a girlfriend earlier, so go figure...I was his bitch that evening, and his real pussy was somewhere outside. So we were standing up in this sort of 4x4 walk-in shed and chewing our lips off again... I could hear the boys coming out of the bathroom and I quickly turned the lights off. We held our breathes until we heard them walking across the room, sniffling their schnozzes and whispering some incoheerent mubbling. A split second later,they sauntered out and we still stayed in "the closet."
I hit the lights, then dropped to my knees and unbottoned his pants. His hard 7 inch white dick slapped me under my chin and to my surprise, he was "un-cut." He was saluting me at a 45 degree angle and with the sweetest tuft of dark brown man-moss just above his shaft, and no where else visibly. My boney boy was smooth with a milky white complexion to my own smooth honey olive skin. I was so turned on and when I pulled his foreskin back, his glans penis was clearly glossy and plum-red swollen. I was gonna give that boy the best head he ever had! And as I did, the boy went mad. He was heaving and moaning and down below between my legs, I only got wetter and wetter. He lifted me up and before he blew his wad, he dropped to his knees and blew me back. Oh, gawd, his tender mouth was amazing and he was sucking dick like a champ. I felt myself about to bust and I blew my load down his throat and he took it like a good boy should. He ran his thumb under the base of my cock to my cock slit, in order to get more of my juices out. I was swooning, weak in the knees and got a serious head rush! I collected myself and turned him around. I got back on my knees again (obviously my favourite position, on my knees!) and began to eat his ass out, and I was stroking him off at the same time. His musky little ass was actually quite sweet and hairless. I was up in his ass for minutes and I could feel his rod get harder and harder. I rose up again and kissed him in the mouth, so that he could taste himself, he loved it! At that point all we had on were our pants which lay down, around our ankles and shoes. My hair was free and resting on my shoulders, cascading upon my chest(my hair is much longer now than it is in my default profile pic!) That little closet smelled like sex, sweat and hanging laundry. He was still very hard and oozing with his College-Boy pre-cum. He was bobbing it around using his lower abdominal muscles and asked me if he could fuck me. I didn't anticipate on getting laid , I just looked the part. I also didn't have a condom on me, neither did he. So I brought him down to the floor and held him up against my sweaty chest. We sucked more face as I carressed his chest, stomach and stroked his pretty cock. I went back down on him and put bothe his nuts in my mouth and sucked on them like gummy bears. I then began to slowly inch my way up his cock. Shortly after, I began to pick up momentum until he "cranked one out" and coated my tonsils!!! oh man.... and I watched as his rosey nuts retreated into his body with a spasm. He came for, what seemed like, minutes and I kept my lips wrapped around that dick until he got a little flacid. Oh my precious little daddy....We were bothe so flushed and exhausted; and my hair was damp and his curls were matted to the sides of his face. We held each other for at least 20 minutes and almost passed out there until I realized we were snoring! I woke him up and got us both dressed. I found my hair bands below and pulled my hair back. We found half of his wardrobe on the closet floor but didn't bother to hang it up. I carried him to his bed fully clothed and layed him there to sleep. I went into his bathrom and saw that my eyes were super smokey. My kohl liner ran but not too much, it actually made me look a bit more seductive. I freshened up a bit and I made my way out of his bedroom, and I joined the others mingling with the crowd outside.
The other 2 fuckers were so wired, and so was Lauren, that they didn't realize I was gone for almost an hour. We eventually bolted and had enough time to go down town for real drinks before last call.
I swear, today and right now, both of my nipples are torn-up. They're quite sensitive with ruby-red hickies all around like petals on a daisy. They're kinda throbbing but I like the feeling cause it's gotten me so hard and wet thinking about "Last Night."
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THIS IS SOME FUNNY SHIT!
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Posted:Apr 11, 2007 10:47 pm
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2007 2:03 am
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i FOUND THIS ON SOME GUYS PROFILE AND I JUST HAD TO POST IT...THE FUCKER IS BI AND TOTALLY FUCKING CUTE! I HOPE HE GETS ALL THE HOTEST ASSES ON THIS SITE!!!!
^THE DEATH OF A DOUGHBOY^
It is with the saddest heart that I must pass on the following news. Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he was still a crusty old man and was considered a roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his wife , Play Dough, two , John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly dad, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
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Weird Hook Up...
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Posted:Dec 10, 2006 4:08 pm
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2007 2:04 am
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12/9/06
After a long work out at my local Gym, I headed across the street to a Starbucks on a corner for a java jolt...I normally don't like to shower after working out there cause the smells in the locker room really gross me out. Besides, I hate cruising the gym alondside veteran queens who do this professionally and why get burned out where I work out! I was wearing my navy blue, onion skin running shorts, an old beat-up pair of Nike Shox and a black sleeveless work-out shirt and my light blue Jansport back-pack. I always wear my hair in a ponytail when I work out. I was some what damp from sweat and a little ripe with oder but not too offensively, because I'm the kind of dork who showers and deoderizes before going to the gym or anywhere. So I got one of those pre-made espresso shots in a can and decided to have a a seat on a high stool-like chair by a window, facing downtown Austins "Congress Ave."
And as I sat there looking out, some guy who looks like he also left the gym walks in...about 5'11 to 6'0, a mousy brown "Ramones" shag and a face kind of like Lucas Haas's but a lot more masculine. He was probably about 34 but I never asked his age, even after we got down and dirty. He had on some army green, cargo looking shorts, a white Thundercloud Subs t-shirt and well-worn, navy, Converse sneakers(no socks.) He looked flushed from the face but I didn't notice him at the gym, especially since it was Sat. afternoon and the gym was rather empty...His body, I could tell, was sinewy and tight from all the veins popping out of his forearms and those on his hairy calfs. I was already undressing him at the counter while his back was turned, as he was paying for his purchase. He headed toward my direction and onto a chair directly behind me, as my good peripheral vision served me well. A little surprised by him being so close to me, I began to focus on the scene playing before me outside my large window; the light traffic of cars, cabs and drawn buggies, people waiting for buses, homless people hustling for change, people strolling up and down Congress Avenue, well dressed types heading down to 6th street for an early happy hour or Xmas shopping I suppose and so forth...
I sensed that I had eyes on my back and it felt rather strange...I couldn't see behind me through the window reflection cause it was all glarey from the action outside...so, I turned around and it was a very young Johnny Ramone(RIP) looking right at me, albeit with fuller lips. The bastard had a smile on his face too and I swear my spine almost twisted in half. My only reaction to his grin was to do the same, and I did. He got up from his chair, about a foot between us, and introduced himself...he said his name was Jody. I extended my hand out to shake his and gave him my name...instantly I felt this would lead to fluid exchanges....His eyes seemed bigger than life when he faced me. I asked him if he had pulled a workout but he said he had just run down from his loft to get a cup of coffee...I was impressed and asked if he was from Austin...he said he was from Boston and worked for the University(UT) in the School of Engineering...We stayed quiet for a few seconds and then I told him that I had to go home soon cause I just left the gym and felt a little rank from working out. He nodded and and then he responded with "Well, I live just a block over and you can shower there!" I got hard in an instant and he pressed his knee up between my legs on my chair, where I was stil sitting and that kneee felt good up against my cock; very out in the open but also quite discreet...So I picked up my back-pack and followed My emo lover to his place...There wasn't much talking after that, we walked alondside each other and smiled a whole lot, like two silly school boys....It really was just a block over and his place was lovely indeed...I used the shower in his guest room as directed by him. As soon as I washed up and dried off, I headed to his bedroom down the hallway and across from a living room with a super highend enternainment system. The door was closed? He was already naked standing by the door to his bedroom and the body on that boy was more than I had imagined; defined, with all the little cuts, an "eight pack" even, cute little man ass, firm in all the right places...His cock was like a downward curvy 8 and a half inch banana, very thick and veiny...and he was uncut! I love uncut white boys! He was stroking slowly and I could see precum dripping down to his feet and I was as hard as a rock. He opened the bedroom door...and there was a blond waif-like "Chic", fully clothed with a pixie cut sitting on the edge of his bed...She smiled at me and I instanly got soft. I totally wanted to bolt, except my clothes were in the other room down the hall and he was behind me with his hard dick up against my ass crack and the door was closed!(And for the record, I was not embarressed being naked infront of a woman. I experimented a lot in college with men and women but pussy never did it for me. I have been coming back to this blog to add details, which were fleeting at the time when I had initially written this down, and have now come to surface.) In a giddy girly tone she said "Hello, my name is Terry". All I could say was "Hi!"..."My boyfirend is Bi and I want to see him fuck a guy, if thats alright with you!" I chuckled and said, "Uh, sure but I don't know about having and audience!" She then replied, " You won't even notice me, I'll be on this chair and I'll be fucking myself with this(a blue jelly vibrator) and you don't have to worry about me joining in." The room was big, very minimal; just a huge flat Euro looking mattress on a simple bedframe, a beige dresser, a door, which I assumed, lead to a walk-in closet and a tan leather chair with Terry on it and Jody had placed both his hands around my waste, at that point. I said to my self, "fuck it!" But just to test how tolerant she was about the whole thing, I turned around and kissed Jody on this lips and he pratically ate my face off!. He stuck his toungue down my throat and then I got hard again. She just started going to town with that blue thing; this totally turned her on! His body was super smooth and tight; his nipples were big and flat like coins, the only hair on his body(other than his legs and light tufts under his pits) was around his cock and balls; and very unkempt and wild but not too coarse, especially after his pubes were saturated with my wet mouth...We traded massages, 69ed a lot and in the background you could hear Terry fucking herself and moaning in light heaves, that bytch was getting off and she probably came about 20 times... Sometimes I'ld turn over to see her and that turned me on some too...her eyes would close then open to catch me looking and I'ld go back to working on her man...How Fucking Weird! We went at it for almost and hour and then it was time for him to split me in half.I had atleast a half gallon of his precum in my belly cause his jelly was actually quite sweet, that dick gave me locked-jaw soreness at one point(I swear my throat's a little sore today!) That man could eat ass out for hours it seemed...and I only returned the favor...how I LOVE MY WHITE DADDIES!!! He began to prep me for the "big time" by fingering me with his right hand; one well lubed index finger first and then along with is middle finger ...In the back of my mind, I kept telling myself "how was this all planned out?", and "were they just waiting to find some random guy all day long" and "what if they were filming this and I didn't know it?"....I didn't care cause when Jody began shoving his cock up my ass I blew my wad! I moaned really load and Terry must have tried to top my moan cause she came just as hard and even with the buzzing of the vibrator, she squealed like a suckling pig...I kept cumming and hearing her cum turned me on. Jody managed to get deep inside me and I let him pound me good and hard, even though I was soft at that point but still post orgasmically flushed and excited... a few minutes later, he pulled out and took his condom off and shot right onto my back... grunting ever so manly, I can still hear him...the whole time I was in doggy style position and on my knee's and I saw a stream of jizz go over my shoulder.....he then fell over on top off me and we lay there for a few minutes...I hadn't noticed but Terry stole off to the shower in the bedroom and I took cue and did the same...as I passed by the chair to the other room, I saw a wet mess on that chair and freaked out just a bit...that bitch got it good too!
I washed off quickly, threw on my clothes and headed for the door...before I left, I went back to his bedroom and watched him sleeping for a few seconds, such a pretty daddy...the door from the bathroom opened and Terry, in all her naked glory, said "Thanks, that was cool!" I smiled back and took off with a little skip to the door! I'm still startled by that whole experince...it only just happened yesterday!
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Nectar And Ambrosia
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Posted:Nov 15, 2006 10:32 pm
Last Updated:Jan 6, 2008 8:38 am
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He was a foreigner...he was a Brit..24 years old and six feet tall...a lithe and athletic frame...short and cropped, dark-brown hair.. a diamond patch of medium coarse hair in the center of his chest, and a smaller linear one bellow his navel... Almost an "Ode to Boy*," this is but not to an American(*a Yazoo song)...his pale skin, not as soft and smooth as mine but still gentle to the touch and quite receptive to my moist and willing mouth...the inflection of his British accent, enough to send me reeling for days off end.. with a youthful and innocent look about his face....His eyes, a hazel brown, small and slightly deep-set, with slightly bushy brows and framed by a pair of geek-chic glasses, which soon came off as we took to the bed of his suite...leaving the only accesories affixed to our bodies; two diffrent pairs of lips, two pairs of willling and exploring hands(his with long and narrow fingers), two tongues, two pairs of legs(mine smooth and his hairy), two over-active minds and two very swollen members...with one shared intention of giving each other mind-blowing pleasure in the sacred and old world dance of coitus...his hands gliding over every curve and angle of my body, leaving no part of my carnal territory unstaked by his discovery...coating me like a silky veil and bejeweled by beads of glistening prespiration...the arrousing and sweaty aroma borne between two lovers and permeating the ambiance amoung the cacophany of our muffled grunts and moans, amid the soft humming motor of a central heating system...Two warm bodies, undulating and writhing intertwined, lips locking on lips(I've never kissed any one so much in my entire life!) and on fingers, legs and sweet genetalia...never once stealing from our concentration and occasionally coming up for air...only when positions changed or the darling intervention of small chatter that broke through to express the awe and bewilderment of our coupling, did we take the liberty to do so and a sweet coupling it was....Sensory overload , not a choice expression of how magnificent the actual experience was...no words can describe or define the act in its entirety...in my mind the words "calm, safety, peace, tenderness and delight"; swirling about like drops of tempera paint, spreading and swimming in a bowl of water...giving animation to dormant nerves through out my body; all five sense igniting and the sixth one contemplating the fantasy and secret desire that this could last for an eternity...but from the hours of 7am to 10 am Sunday, the 12th of November 2006, this event will play repeatedly in my mind, and will last me until my mind goes feeble and all my faculties cease to support me...oh the precious gift of memory and horny Euro Nationals on holiday( in this case, buisness!)
P.S.
This boy made me feel ...wonderful!
beautiful, like I haven't felt in a long time...
Goldfrapps "Pilots(on a star) played
in the back of my mind as we fed off each
other..I wouldn't normally share such an
experience but this doesn't always
happen with potential flings or fucks...
this boy or rather Man, did me good!
English boys ROCK!!!!
P.S.S.
Earlier on, I went out to Rain after 12am
and before I left some cocky, aggressive
Italian bastard pestered me, incessantly,
to go home with him...I'm totally glad
that I didn't.....
P.S.S.S.
... I met the English Daddy on
the net through A.F.F.!!!
totally my friends....
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Meeting, Greeting and Eating!!
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Posted:Nov 7, 2006 3:15 pm
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2007 3:52 am
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They say the one way to get to know a guy is by walking a mile in his shoes or try eating what he cooks, and lastly sleep with him in bed!; quite frankly, I'ld chose the latter two because I'm not keen on experiencing another mans pathos!
I have actually meet a few guys on this line but it surely wasn't anything worth celebrating, and thats cause I probably projected the same attitude about those particular hook-up; "blow and go but I'm not gonna hold my breathe for a sequal." I probably could have done the same with a random pick up at a bar, and as always, I'm left feeling pretty "common" or "cheap".
Now,I try to extend some parts of myself, such as a pleasant anecdote about the kind of person I am, without disclosing to much info and boring my would be "White ", before I lead them by the hand into the bedroom.
I try to hold out for something better like a short term sexual relationship but I'm currently under construction as to what I really want in life at this point, sexually speaking of course...so I say pull out all the stops and see where all the balls fall( preferably on my face or in my mouth!) Make a memorable impression by making a simple sexual encounter into a Dinner Date...the ole Wine "Em, Dine 'Em and 69 'Em! It would be so easy to just go out and meet at a restaurant but if you have culinary talents of some sorts, then cook the meal your self. This isn't going to necessarily lead to a trip down the Isle but it can get them to come back for more...especially if dessert in the sack is spectacular. I suggest a light Neutral Meal that stays clearly away from garlic, onions and asparagus(that makes jizz quite foul tasting and possibly never have them come back again!)
But if that seems like to much of a task you can always bring dinner to the bedroom...its a suggestion not entirely supported on my behalf, simply cause I don't like playing with my food...but you get the "jist" of it...just try to get the jizz flowing your way on a regular basis!
And if all else fails fuck your self with a banana or a cucumber, at least they can stay hard for a few more rounds if you function like that...I haven't had to, at least not yet, I've got toys but toys are great when you got some one else to share them with!!!
bluboyblu!!!!
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