What happened to public sex?

"Why do you think the sex clubs all shut down?" I asked.  We were on a driving trip and somehow got onto the subject of sex again.  Kevin's had a really colorful past, full of sex clubs, alcohol and debauchery.  I couldn't really understand it sometimes.  I was a serial monogamist punctuated with some wild weeks in-between boyfriends but nothing like the stories he can tell.  Sex on the balcony because his best friend was fucking a trick in his room, sex right next to his best friend cause bed space was limited, trolling the sex clubs, passing out on the beach...  Then he met me.  And although I'd highly encourage him fucking a guy in front of me, he's not interested. That part of his life is over.

"It's because all the people that lived there got tired of all that shit.  I wouldn't want to walk the dog one night and have the dog chasing half naked guys or cleaning up the condoms every morning in my own front yard."

I'm not sure if that's really it.  Yes, the places he went to were in Silverlake.  It's now hipster central.  Great music scene and indie rock couples all tatted up with a stroller walking their kid down the block.  Silverlake, though, used to be different. It was largely a latino community mixed in with some really hardcore gay leather daddy crowd.  When I was coming out, things were kinda conservative twinkish, so being in silverlake meant you were a real hardcore sex pig.  Then the housing market boomed and the music scene took off and it just became cool to live in silverlake.  The leather bars started closing, the sex clubs started closing...

Then I think of the documentary Silverlake Life, which followed a couple as they battled HIV/AIDS.  And I sorta wonder if the gentrification was only a part of the story.  Sadly, I think a great many of the crowd passed away.  And the others all went online.  I don't think we meet guys for casual hookups in sex clubs anymore.  We somehow think that's way more dangerous than finding a hot body online and fucking at someone's house.  Or maybe it's something else.  I dunno.

"But I do have to say," Kevin continued, "that as sad as it may sound, it's the sex clubs that kinda built up my confidence.  It was the thrill of the chase and me knowing that I can bag a hot guy.  You know how I was when you met me.  I wasn't some worked out, gym god.  I started going grey and my hair started thinning early.  But man, sometimes I felt like I was hot as shit."

And I know the guys he goes for.  And he doesn't really settle for something less easily.  I must have had a good hair day when we met cause I'm the bottom of his scale.  Ha!

So I knew what he meant.  And I dig it.  I love the way he fucks with confidence.  He does it to mark his territory, to conquer, to make me his.  He controls and gets off even more when I get turned on by it.  When I'm looking up at him hovering over me, it's that intense look of predator taking what he wants and thriving on the victory.  All I gotta say is, thank god he was a slut!

And I think of now.  How everything is removed.  No longer the non-verbal cues and the dance from cruising but flashing pics and friending and liking.  Maybe I'm wrong and flirting has become more of the norm instead of the overt sexual gestures.  Maybe it's wit that's prized as we move less toward direct contact and more towards online encounters.  Maybe the delicate dance where guys silently express their desires and they magically sort themselves out to tight tongue and groove match of wants... maybe that has been superceded by the art of the flirt where a colorful flick of a phrase that brings out the smile or the artfully posed pic that makes a guy chub up and want to fuck.  But I somehow feel like I missed out a bit or at least something has been lost.

In theory, I wouldn't mind watching guys hook up in the dark in front of my house, but yeah, after awhile, I'd get tired of slipping on a used condom on my way to the car.

White hot cum

Even after a decade, sometimes you find out something new.  And maybe it's because of the history together, you fail to be open an honest about things in an attempt to spare someone's feelings.  So when you find out what they really want, it's hot as hell.

We had a couple of days where we were just not in sync.  It was the usual un-sexy, literal negotiation.

"Horny?"

"Meh."

Sounds like a lame substitute for roleplay, but it's actually kinda like code for:

"I wanna fuck my load in you, right now"

"Sorry, honey, but I don't really feel like bottoming tonight..."

But the other night, I was horned up as fuck.  Kevin was walking in the door and looked beat as hell.  Work has been hard on him for the past month and it didn't look like it was getting any better.  As a greeting, I pulled down my sleep pants and rolled over, flat on my stomach.

Turned my head to the side and uttered two words: "Fuck me!"

It wasn't a question.  It was a demand.  A demand that had the weight of heavy consequence behind it. 

"Well...  um.  Okay, then."

He dropped his briefcase and laptop bag and within a few seconds, was stripped and crawling up behind me.  I felt him reach for the lube and apply some to his cock and a couple of drops directly onto my hole.  Before he could even rub it in, I grabbed the bottle out of his hand and threw it off the bed.  With my back arched a little, I backed up onto his cock until the head was pressed against my puckered ass.  I had enough of the delay.  I wanted him in me immediately!

So, with firm, steady pressure, he pushed inside me...  and it hurt like hell!  I was grabbing the sheets and gritting my teeth, but my ass also instinctively pushed back when I felt him hesitate.  That's all the permission he needed.  I felt searing hot pain as his thick cock split me open but I was drawn to how he persisted and I felt him fuck the whole weight of his body onto my ass, pressing me further into the bed.  It's been our favoriite position for the past couple of months.  Funny 'cause we've never really fucked this way before.  But I love the way I feel so helpless when he does it this way, pinning me down to the sheets.  When I'm getting fucked, I want to be dominated.

He fucked me relentlessly for a few minutes before I felt him building up to his load.  At the last minute, he pulled out and I felt a shot fly with his cock resting on my crack. I could feel his pistol recoil and send the shot flying.  It landed halfway up my back and it was a white hot heat, a singe down my back.  Then another volley just as far.  Gobs of it.  Over and over running thick and hot all over my ass and back.  Fuck it was a huge load.  And I felt lucky that I could satisfy this stud of a man that can pump out so much potent baby batter.  It was the final demonstration of his dominance and masculinity as I submitted to him.  I didn't even need to get off.  Even though I was horny as fuck, I sighed with satisfaction as I feel his white hot cum cool on my back.  Fuck, it was such a huge load.

Kevin went back and pointed his cock back at my hole before I gave Kevin's other hand a shove, so that he collapsed on top of me and into me.  His load was rubbing into my back with his sheer weight. His hard cock casually deflating but still buried deep inside me where it belonged.

It's hard to describe.  I've been bottoming in this position (flat on my stomach, back arched and ass lifted just slightly, for a couple of months now.  Before then, I couldn't even remember when.  Or even if we ever did it that way.  But it was more than that.

Asking him about it later, he told me I was moaning and verbally encouraging him to really throw a hard fuck.  I don't remember that.  It must have happened.  And that with me meeting his thrust was what did the trick for him and he came hard.  It was then I realized that he basically said I'm a lousy bottom.  At least lately I have been as I've lost touch more and more with my bottom side.  And I felt really glad that he told me and that he did so respectfully.

And to reward him, I gave him my aching ass the next night too!

Thanks for the reader that sent me a note to encourage me to post again.  It was nice to know that I had some fans out there that check regularly and really wanted to hear more.

Morning AND Night

I'm a morning person and he's not.  Unfortunately, that just sucks sometimes and not in a good way.

So I'm usually up at 5 or 6 in the morning.  Sometimes I wake up with such a huge bone that I can't help but jerk out a load.  Right there.  With Kevin in bed next to me snoring lightly...  and sometimes not so lightly.  Either way, I can fist my cock furiously and shake the bed and he won't wake up. 

But just a couple of days ago (last weekend, in fact) it was slightly different.  I was horned up and needed something more.  Sure we talked about it and we've both said it's a big fantasy to have a guy attack you in the middle of the night when you're asleep and rape your hole.  But the reality is, I'd probably slap the bitch if that happened.  And he would too.  But the idea of rolling him over and just shoving it in got me even harder.  So I was lying there all in my head working up a load without even touching myself when I turned to him and saw that he was hard as a rock, on his back, cock sticking straight up.

Eh, fuck it.  It'll be close enough.

Got the lube and lubed up my hole.  Then started to play with his cock.  His eyes fluttered open as his arms twisted and flexed over his head and his back arched in a big stretch.  He was still in a bit of a fog, but I used the opportunity to tug down his boxers.  Without even thinking, he legs moved to climb an invisible ladder as they worked to kick off the boxers.

Lubed him up and straddled him and before he could even give me a half smile to acknowledge what was going on, I fucked myself on his cock.  That goofy look on his face just made me really want it.  Felt like I was taking advantage of some big dumb jock.  All the while, also running through my head was how hot his ass feels around my cock when I'm fucking him instead.  That silky feeling as I glide in and out of his hole.  The warmth of his chute.  And those rings that I press through that milk my load.  Those thoughts of me fucking him, his vague look of surprise and confusion, and me controlling his fuck so his cock hits my button just the right way loosened my load in just a few casual pops of the wrist with my paw around my shaft and I let a stream fly across his chest.

God that was good. 

He had a chuckle and we exchanged some words that I don't even remember now as I was then in a bit of a fog, myself, from the climax and then a few minutes later we were spooning and I felt his rythmic breathing once again as he fell back into a slumber. 

Fast forward half a day and he was fully alert and charged up, ready to go.  His body was aching to finish up what started in the morning so it was his turn to attack me.  I had just gotten up from an afternoon nap...  my body's way of saying "5am?  really?"  And I realized I was stirring because his hands were dancing across my chest.  He went lower and went under my shirt to start rubbing my belly.  Then up the chest again.  Then, finding his target, gave my nipple a firm pinch and twist that sent a bolt of electricity through me and slapped me awake.  He was pushing all my buttons and it was working.  I was hard as a rock while we were making out.

Frantic frenzy of stripping me of my shirt and jammies and before I knew it, he tossed me around and had me lying face down.  And when I say tossed around, I mean it.  His big meaty hands with a firm grip placed me where he wanted me.  He kicked my legs apart with his knees while he flipped the cap of the bottle of lube and that little click of the plastic top made my hole twitch.  He spread my legs so far apart that it was pretty easy to knock my knees a little higher, which made my back arch and pop my ass up a bit and expose my hole.  With that, he poured a liberal amount of lube directly onto my crack and the cool liquid made my my balls tighten up as it ran down my crack, past my sack and drip onto the sheets.

Without another warning, he aimed his cock and ripped into my hole full force shoving me deeper into the mattress.

YEOW!!  Fuck, I screamed loud and it hurt like a bitch.  I white-knuckled  the sheet and also pounded the bed with a fist to release some of the tension.  I shuddered and my body lept to try to break free, but I was immobile.  He had me pinned to the mattress, well over two hundred pounds of meat forcing me to take it.  At the same time, when he started to withdraw, my body involuntarily moved to impale itself back onto his cock.  I'm not sure if I just didn't want him to fuck me the full length of his cock or if I just really wanted it so bad despite the pain.  Either way, my hole snatched at that cock so it couldn't leave.  He took that as a sign that I was ready and assaulted my ass full force with a brutal fuck.  Almost twice my size and he let me feel it, using his full weight to hammer it home with every thrust.  It wasn't long before he was flooding my ruined ass with his load and he collapsed on top of me.  And I have to say, this was one of the rare times where I felt like I came remotely close to shooting a load without touching myself.  That final thrust and he tried to bury his load in as deep as possible and the intensity of the slap of his groin on my ass made my cock surge.  He got up back onto his knees after his head cleared, still fully impaled on me and still pretty hard as he fucked me in little strokes that finally got me off while I jerked my second load of the day out.

Later, I was cleaning up in the bathroom, wiping the cum that was leaking out of my ass with tissue when I saw that it was a heavy load of both pink and white globs.  I wasn't too surprised, it was pretty rough so I knew he tore me up and there'd be some blood.  So I came back into our room and told him.  A quick flash of worry came across his face.

"No, no, no," I said.  "I liked it. In fact, I really, really liked it."

"It's not that.  I'm just worried that means I won't get your ass again for another week."

Hmm...  read that one wrong!

Make-up sex isn't all that

I'm an optimist, so naturally I'm going to hone in on the times where the sex is incredible. After getting the comment from Loki, though, I realized that I've left out the bad parts...  and sometimes it gets ugly.

So I came home from work and was going through the mail when I noticed a letter from the city.  Apparently I'm well past due for my dog license.  Yes, for awhile, my homophobic dog was an illegal!  I let Kevin know and he really wasn't that concerned.

"I took care of it."

"Oh, so we already paid it."

"Yeah, technically you did.  I just sent it out two days ago."

"I did?  What do you mean?"

"You wrote the check!"

"No, I didn't!  I never write checks!  So if I wrote one, I think I'd know."

Well, apparently I did.  Five months ago!  I gave him the letters to send out since I didn't have stamps and he said he had some at work.  He just forgot about it until three days prior to us getting the "we've-multiplied-the-dues-times-fifty-for-being-so-damn-late" letter.

He tried to snuggle up to me later that night, but I was fuming.  It was just a long line of him being a little careless with bills.  We've had cable turned off on us so many times I can't even count.  And those things actually weren't what put me over the edge.  It was the fact that he also made his mom's dog license also late.  It's not just our things that get late in his hands, but others' too.  I just take a lot of care with other people's things.  I don't mind being a misfit with my own money, but I'll go out of my way so that anything I do doesn't affect others and it's kinda disappointing to see that he doesn't do the same.

I turned him down the next morning as well.

That evening, he offered me his ass and I got half hard...  But you hear about people making up and fucking the snot out of each other and it just doesn't happen that way with me.  I couldn't dish out a hate fuck with the guy I love.  Even when he drives me bonkers.

But we had a chat later on where I called him a misfit and he politely disagreed.  Then we had sweetly playful sex like we normally do.  Nothing glorious, nothing horrible.  Just definitely us in all our imperfections.

Well, that was a terribly unsexy story...

So, to make up for it, I think I'm going to splatter some naked pics around to distract you.  And of course, it wouldn't be complete without a cumshot:

Back to our normally scheduled fun filled raunch next weekend!

And for my third trick...

I had already jerked off once in bed and already had the cum fucked out of me earlier in the morning but he was still feeling frisky.  And apparently, so was I.

I was in the living room half-heartedly folding laundry on the couch and watching TV, probably a 1:10 ratio in favor of attending to the TV than the tube socks and chonies.  Kevin stumbled in.  I didn't even know he had woken up from his little afternoon siesta.

"So whatcha doin?"  He flopped down on the couch and proceeded to curl up next to me, head in my lap.  Fuck, I love that.  Nothing like seeing a big bulky dude just get all sweet and cuddly that makes you melt.  Love the feeling of his scratchy beard on my chest or, in this case, the weight of him on top of me, his head and upper body all in my lap and the heat emanating from him.

My dick swelled.  I was surprised.  Honestly, two loads and that's usually it for me for the day.  I can be horny as fuck, but it's not gonna get hard easily.  But today was different, I was rock hard in an just a few seconds.

"You know, just sitting here planning in my head how I'm going to rape you later tonight."

"Really?  Need help?"

"Nah, I got it all worked out."

My cock twitched.  I know he felt it.

"Horny?"

"Actually, no, I didn't think so."

"Did you jerk off?"

"Yeah, earlier in the morning.  Before you fucked the snot out of me.  That was the second load of the day."

"Really?!"

I'm not sure why he's surprised.  We've talked about it before.  I jerk off next to him while he's snoring all the time.  One hand on the iPad browing porn, the other on my dick.  I'm a bit more quiet when I cum than him.  Of course, he says I can just wake him up and blast my spunk on his face or just start fucking it into his hole, but I know better.  There's some fantasies that just work out better in your head.

"Want me to fuck another load out of you?" he asked with a bit of a grin.  I think it was a challenge.  Him to see if he can fuck another load out of me and me to see if I can even work it out.  With that, we got up and scurried upstairs.

No big gestures of foreplay this time.  He was already rock hard and so was I.  He tossed me on the bed on top of the two stains from earlier this morning, one big splotch from where dragged part of his load out my used hole when he pulled out and a smaller splotch from me spraying my load with his cock inside me (what can I say?  I'm not a shooter like he is).  We couldn't get our clothes off fast enough.  He was already pawing at me before I could get my head out of my shirt, his big hands running up and down my chest, then pushing me down onto the bed as he spread my legs apart.

He swooped down and aimed for my nipples, sucking them in hard.  They were still a bit tender from the morning and he knew it, the little fucker.  He went in hard and nibbled and twisted making me beat on his back to stop but he persisted.  Little fucker gets off on making me squirm, I just know it.

But despite the pain, I was rock hard.  Maybe cause he knows they just get extra sensitive and then just lightly breating on them after they're abused makes me tingle.  So he alternates between abuse and tenderness.

Just mere minute or so before he flew back up and reached for the lube.  Limbs everywhere.  Finally, my legs in the air, feet flat against his shoulders, and he pushed in.  It met some initial resistence before I felt it pop in.  No, I think I even heard it. That moment where your ass knows it's pointless to resist and suddenly lets go, accepting the loss.  Then that resistance again where the head is past the entry but you uselessly try to clench shut, only to feel the whole length of the invading shaft pressing by.

And that's how it continued.  A frenzy of activity.  His hands pressing down on my chest, making me sink futher into the bed and lifting my ass up to receive his fuck.  His hands on my ankles, spreading them wide.  Legs on ankles and lifted so he's fucking up into my ass suspended in air.  Legs on his shoulders while he tweaked my nipples.  Limbs everywhere as he fucked and fucked.

He abruptly pulled out.  Tossing both my legs to one side, he grabbed me by the waist to get my on my knees.  I was trying to put my feet inbetween his knees when he grabbed them and instead placed them on either side of him.  I knew what this was going to mean.  This spread my knees far apart and my legs even further apart, making my ass clench together and my ass low, almost lying belly to the bed.  He was going to really give it to me.  Then, hands on my shoulders, he leaned in and impaled me with one rough motion.  And he fucked me mercilessly until he let out a roar and shot his load deep inside me.  I could feel his big breaths as he was coming and he was pressing deep inside me, as deep as he could, while his cock pulsed and shot its load.  While he was coming back down, my ass wanted it bad so it started to buck against his still hard cock.  Without even knowing it, my ass had a mind of it's own, gyrating until it got the right angle where his cockhead was pushing up against the prostate. A couple of rocks and it was fucking itself against Kevin's dick and made me shoot my load quickly before Kevin could even catch his breath, just a few drops of cum adding to the small stain from earlier in the morning.

He collapsed on top of me and I could feel his smile as he got off on the sexual power of fucking a third load out of me in such a short span.  It was intense.  Animalistic. Not sweet and nice like earlier.  But equally hot.

He's a stud...

He had me on my back with my legs in the air.  And he grabbed my ankles tightly, spreading them out past shoulder width, held them firmly, pulling them to him on the downstroke and then pushing them slightly away on the retreat as his cock jabbed into my tight hole.  The effort was a sight that took me over the edge quickly.  A strong man with his chest and arms prominently displaying his muscles furling and unfurling underneath, my eyes feasted on the display of strength and masculinity as I felt it probing deep inside me from my twitching hole to his meaty paws gripping my ankles... both driving heat and lust to my core.  And it was there as I was getting nailed hard that I thought, "Fuck, he's such a stud."

Every now and then, I catch a scene from our xtube videos that surprises me.  It's different knowing he's a fuck stud and seeing it in action.  And I think that's why I voiced something aloud to him I've been thinking about for awhile. I want to watch him fuck a guy.  Really own another guy's ass and hammer it home.  Do what he does best.  And I don't even have to be involved.  Just to watch him in action is hot enough. 

Yeah, I've jokingly told him that anything he does is fine with me as long as he takes pics.  But now I really mean it.

So...  Anyone in LA want to volunteer?  And can host?  ('Cause doing it on our bed will just be weird...  for the first time at least.)

Ha!

The Conversations We Have...

Here's a recount of a rather random/interesting conversations we had:

"... and he's latin," I said.

"You know what THAT means.  Uncut," he said, dropping the word with a long, trailing yearning that made my cock perk in interest.

Then silence.  Kept on driving (we were driving to Baskin Robbins to get some ice cream after dinner).  Thought about it a bit and suddenly said, "Well, I was going to say 'and long as fuck', but I don't know if that's true.  Juan was big...  and thick."  Juan was the guy that robbed me of my cherry.  Well, that's not exactly true, but that's a different story.  He was 21 at the time. 

"Yeah, but with you at 14, anything would have looked long and thick."

"That's true. And I'm trying to think of the other latin guys I've been with but I don't really remember."  Which wasn't exactly true either.  A guy I had a major unrequited crush on since high school fooled around in the sack with me in Vegas on one drunken night about five year ago.  Eh.  I'm sure he wouldn't mind.  We hardly did anything before we both passed out.

"Oh, I do remember one guy, but I don't really remember how long he was.

"So way back when Dave and I were together, he had this friend from high school that all of his other (straight) friends would make fun of for being gay even though he claimed to be straight.  But he was a total womanizer, total man-whore with tricks all over the place.  Sorta like Rob." Rob is Kevin's former colleague that had a penchant for "chocolate thunder," big black women with asses that vehemently reverberate with a clash when your groin slaps against their ass during a rough, hard fuck.  That is, before he realized that chasing young boys was a helluva lot less work.

"Anyway, little did we know, all the kidding around really affected this guy and he started to question his sexuality.  It wasn't like hard core bullying.  I mean, all his friends new Dave was gay, so it wasn't a big thing.  But I guess it hit a nerve.

"So one day, he comes over drunk as hell and starts confessing all of this, right?  And then he tells us he wants to find out once and for all and felt like we were the best, safest way to figure it out."

"And you did it?"

"Well, yeah.  I mean, I didn't think anything of it.  I thought it was kinda funny, actually.  Nothing more than a fun experiment.  And I looked over at Dave and he smiled and was all for it.  Until it started to happen and he freaked out in the corner while I had to finish the job."

"Well, duh.  You can't expect to do things like that with a friend and not have it feel awkward and alter the relationship."

"Yeah, they didn't talk for awhile after that.  I'm not sure about now.

"But back to my point.  So this guy's latin and I don't know how big he was because he never got fully hard."

"Not even a little?"

"Well, is sorta chubbed up a little.  Maybe 25% hard?  And you know how it is.  Some guys at 25% is the same as 100% in terms of length.  Others, the difference between 25 and 100% is like a mile!"

"Like me!"

"Exactly, so I can't tell.  I went in for a kiss, but that was off the menu.  So I went down on him and, yes, uncut, but not sure what else.  He was soft for awhile.  His arm was over his eyes like he was trying to block out thing.  Dave was freaking out in the corner.  And then out of the blue, Dave's friend was like 'Fuck, fuck, fuck.  I'm sorry."  And right when he pried my head off, he shot all over the place."

"Yeah, he's not straight."

"But he wasn't hard."

"The first time is one of two things: rock hard or totally soft but hot and exciting.  He was probably really drunk and nervous."

And with that, we finished the last bite of the banana split we each had and hopped back in the car.  And yes, that's how the conversation went.  Except I took out the the places where we broke from the story to get out of the car, stand in line, place our order, and chow down.  You guys don't need to know exactly what I eat.  I DO like to keep some things private.  Ha!