It was a very frustrating evening being online only to get rejection after rejection; or even worse, being lead on by game players.
So I decided to call my buddy up to see what he was up to. This was one of my close friends but every now and then when something "arises" we would get together and mess around.
I called him up to see what was going on. "I'm a little busy tonight," he said. Right then and there I knew he had a meeting with some guy. "O.k. who is he?" I snapped. Laughing he explained that he was meeting a guy that was another buddy of his. To my frustration I sadly told him to have fun. There was a pause on the phone and then he asks If I wanted to see if his friend minded an additional friend. "Sure!" I said, hoping that he would say yes.
After getting the ok, He gave me the address to where they were. He told me to just come in and lock the door behind. So when I got there and did as instructed. I walked toward the back of the house to the bed room, and there they are on the bed in a 69 position sucking each other. My friend was a good looking White guy in his 40s at the time, nice body with an incredible ass. His friend was a 30 something Black guy with a nice cock and booty that jiggled with even touch of my friend's hand.
So I get naked and join in on the fun. That night we all took turns fucking each other. My buddy and his friend tag teamed me, Me and my buddy tag teamed the other guy. Its was a very good time. When I got home, I checked my messages and found three messages from guys interested in hooking up. Oh well! I had a great time regardless.
In this blogosphere, it is very easy to create an image of oneself that may exaggerate or just not portray the real person behind the keys. So I wanted to clear up a few misconceptions that has been brought to me . 1. All I do is think about sex.
No I think about sex MOST of the time. I do have a life outside of sex and writing about it or photographing naked men. I...... I....... um.....um, well I Just do ! :-)
2. The post " TALES OF MY MISCHIEVOUS THIRTIES : THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE TOP " feeds into the whole macho bullshit that tops are more masculine than bottoms. Well that's just how some guy's think. Definitely that's how that guy thought . That's not my view however . Masculinity has nothing to do with whether you're a top or bottom. Masculinity comes from who you are. The same as being effeminate. Its just who you are. Neither is right or wrong. 3. I'm a total top.
Ha ha ha! RIGHT! I like to get it up the butt just like the next guy. I just don't very often . I do consider myself 90 percent top . I like it and I'm good at it. And I love me some ass ! Plus there is a plethora and I do mean a plethora of clumsy tops that need to quit!.......I'm sorry. Just keeping it real! Sex is not just about the body, it's about the mind. Learn how to get your partner there before you start rammin' shit in him! Goodness! 4. I'm a sadomasochist .
LoL this is always funny. O.k. I do enjoy some light bondage, a little D/s play, maybe even a little duct tape every now and then. But let me tell you my play is like Disneyland compared to what I've seen others partake in.
No Hun, I'm vanilla! Trust me on that one.
5. I've heard from both extremes on this one : I only fuck with white dudes, Or I only fuck with the brothas. Answer: Read my blog.
6. I only comment to those who comment on my blog. No.
the thing is I enjoy conversation. I often comment on many other blogs
than my own. Sometimes I miss comments from other blogs in my gmail
account due to the high volume of info that gets saturated in my inbox.
I do enjoy the interaction I have with all my online buddies. Also I
am not and don't want to get to the level of "Comment on my blog and
I'll comment on yours." I've been on many sites like that and left.
Basically you are paying for people to comment on your work. As an
artist I will always encourage commentary. That's what keeps me going.
But art isn't about do this for me and I'll do this for you. I would
hope that those who do share on my blog do it because they are compelled
to, not because they expect a comment in return. Once it gets to that
point, it would be time for me to give up blogging. What I want is
sincerity. There is a fellow blogger that has shared that there are
images I have that he doesn't like and he shared why he doesn't like
them. I appreciate that because it is sincere. So in other words,
don't expect me to blow smoke up your ass and don't do the same to me.
7. Mark gets lucky all the time.
Nah! If only that were so. For every hot hook up, there are probably 10 disaster stories like the Tweeker indident. I've actually had a few of those guys. There's the bottom that shouldn't be bottoming. There's the top that shouldn't be topping. And the profile of a 50 year old that turned out looking like a 70 year old. how many of those can I count? No I don't hook up as much. I'm realizing that I am much more content with the partner I have at home. A lot that's out there is just bullshit anyway.
8. Big Medium or small penis ???
I would say average. Everyone who's been up and personal with it has there own take on it.
I should have known better when I saw him on the dance floor working up a sweat with all the hot guys. He was bare chested and had some loose fitting jeans on with no belt, allowing his pants to sag. What a hot sight to see him moving and gyrating his hips with no shirt and obviously no underwear as his baggy pants revealed a good portion of his ass crack and as he turned around, exposing a ginger bushy trail from the top of his navel to whatever monster that was hidden in those jeans. He had short ginger hair and sported a well trimmed goatee. He was incredibly thin but had a nice build with what appeared to be ample enough ass peeking out of those jeans. I got semi hard just looking at him. After a few songs I got up and started dancing with him. What I love about the gay clubs especially the leather scene is that you can just get up and bump and grind with any hot stud and its all good. So we danced, flirted and got as uninhibited as we wanted. He kept grabbing my ass on the dance floor which lead me to do the same pushing us closer in a dry humping position. Tweeker: Your hot! Me: You're the hot one! Tweeker : So what you wanna do about it? I didn't say anything. Just looked at him with a smile. Tweeker: Well you want to fuck me? Me: Hell yeah! Yeah, I know, pretty to the point, maybe even a little sluttish on both our behalves. But that's how it is when you have a bunch of horny gay guys in one room bumping and grinding to techno. So we get to his place. I'm in no way naive but was a little unaware of the signs even when he asked me, "Do you party and play?" At that time I had been around enough to know what the term was so I said no. Tweeker : Don't tell me you're one of those good boys ! "No." I say in laughter. Its just not my thing. So he excuses himself and goes to the back room for about 15 to 20 minutes.
By this time it was about 2:00 in the morning. "Its kind of late." I yelled out. "Don't worry you could stay the night here." He exclaimed. Soon after, he invited me back to the bed room.
As soon as I walk through the door he starts ripping my clothes off. I actually found that hot. I thought " He really wants me." Right !
So we are on the bed. I peel open the wrapper to my condom.
Tweeker: what are you doing?
Me: Just putting on... Interrupted by Tweeker: We don't need that crap! Just stick it in! Me: I don't play without it. Obviously irritated, he snaps, "Fine!" As we start fucking, he starts making the funniest commentary.
Now I love dirty talk, but this dude was out in left field! He was talking about making his pussy fart and riding him to the moon and all kinds of crazy shit. Have you ever been in the middle of sex and just had to bust up over some of the stuff said? I did all I could do to hold back from just losing it in laughter. There was a part when it was getting real good for the both of us and then out of the blue he looks me in the eyes and screams at the top of his lungs, "Fuck Me You Black Son Of A Bitch!" I lost it! I just started cracking up. Almost unable to talk with laughter I said I need to take a break. After about 15minutes he jumps on top of me and starts kissing on me and trying to get me hard again. It was very hard to be turned on by his aggressive behavior. I told him to give me a moment. He suddenly looked at me and said sharply, "I think you should leave now." "What?" I responded. Tweeker: Just go ! I'm sorry you have to go. So I left the building. On my way back home I was like ,"What the fuck was that ! Tweekers! Don't waste you time.
I was out one weekend at my favorite bar when I ran into Kim, the hot Asian studI had the pleasure of getting acquainted with years prior.
It was about 4 years ago after our first meeting. He was still very petite, still had that gentle yet masculine presence, but looked more distinguished as he had a streak of gray hair on both sides of his head. His English was much better and I could tell he had more experience under his belt. He was more confident and this time he was properly dressed for the occasion. He wore some well worn blue jeans and a tee shirt and he was sporting that sexy scruff on his face that brought out that masculinity under that smooth skin of his.
I walked up to him and to my surprise he had a big smile and gave me a hug as if he had seen a close friend from long ago.
Kim: Long time!
Me: You remember me!
Kim: Of course! How can I forget? What brings you here? Placing my hand on his back and massaging it gently, I look into his eyes with a smile,"What do you think?" He smiles back, takes a swallow of his beer and says, "You think you're gonna be able to fit that in me?" I answer back with a smile, "I'm going to have fun trying." He guides me back to the play area. The last time, he was very timid and shy. This time however, He lead me back like and owner tugging his puppy. He finds a secluded spot and without hesitation he unbuckled my pants, dropped my drawers to the floor, got on his knees and began to work on my cock. He still struggled swallowing the whole shaft, but it was hot to see that he was just as eager to please as the first time. To my pleasure he allowed me to grab the back of his head and push my cock deeper in his mouth. I went pretty deep because he started gagging and spitting gobs of saliva which was fine by me. I love a sloppy wet blow job. It took a moment for all the spit to clear from his throat but as soon as it did, he was back on it. It was so hot seeing him looking up at me. I wanted to bust right then and there. Me: I'm gonna shoot all over your face! Kim: Not yet ! I want you in me! Wow ! he had come a long way ! The first time I tried to fuck him he held back but now he's literally begging for it. I stood him up and opened his butt cheeks as his pants were already around his ankles. He put so much spit on my cock, I didn't need any lube. He felt the warm head pushing into his pink hole. His eyes widened. "SLOWLY!" He moaned. I whispered, " Don't worry. We're going to take our time. OK? Just breathe and relax." As he began to relax, I pushed in deeper. It felt incredible having his warm hole squeeze the tip of my cock. It was so warm, so tight and moist. If I ever felt ecstasy this was it. That was the very first time I felt the inside of someone's ass without a condom. It felt amazing! After a few strokes he said, "We need condom." There was no way I wanted to leave that warm hole feeling what I felt. But I totally obliged taking that I was not into the barebacking scene nor did I want to get into that habit. I put the condom on, lubed up and proceeded to push through his tight walls. He pushed my lower torso away as to halt, so I stopped and waited for him to gain comfort. I must have spent about 15 minutes taking very slow strokes with him. Normally by this time I'm plowing some ass. But it feels so good to be in someone so tight. What's more is, he wants to take it. If I had to fuck him nice and slow all night, so be it ! It really felt great being inside him. Slowly I began to pick up the pace as much as he would allow.
What a sight to see. I'm fucking this guy and he's loving it. What's even hotter was seeing us in the mirror : Me 5'10"fucking him from behind while him about 5'6" is on his tippi toes taking every inch like a champ. As I pumped him, he began to explode his jizz. There was some that got on his jeans and the rest on the floor. I pulled out and got him on his knees. He sat there eagerly waiting for me to shoot. I began to let out a sigh. He sticks out his tongue. As soon as his tongue touches the tip, I release a large load. I wanted so badly to see my hot load on his face but he wanted it in his mouth ( no complaining here!) You know that rush you get a few seconds after you shoot? It is so sensitive. he keep sucking me. I quickly grabbed his head but he kept on sucking as much as he could. I could barely stand it. I said, " OK! OK!" and pushed him away. We looked at each other and burst into hysterical laughter. I believe it was laughter of relief. There is something about and orgasm that causes an intense emotional response. He looks at my dick that's getting a little softer. Still with a bit of cum on it he moves in to clean the rest off with his mouth. My body wants to respond by pushing him away again (going back to that orgasmic emotional response) but I hold back. I let him clean me off. I close my eyes and bear the agony of post cum sensitivity as he licks me clean. We got cleaned up and went back into the bar area. We both had a guilty smirk on our faces as some of the patrons teasingly looked at us with that "I know what you were doing" smirk on their faces. Not to mention the stain on his pant leg and the scent of aftersex that was on both of us. That was so hot that when I went home I went straight to the bathroom and shot another load as I recalled the encounter in my head. Jumping in the shower, I cleaned up and got ready for bed.
The post " Men of The Casting Couch " had a popular request of one of the models. Raja is a gentleman I've worked with times before. He is very nice, very shy and even somewhat reserved. But once he has his clothes off, he is an erotic power house. I always enjoy working with him.
I try to entertain my friends to the best of my ability. But because I'm not a big lucrative studio it is hard to sometime take requests. This time, however, I've been able to oblige.
The Male Casting Couch has a new look. Every few weeks I change my blog around just because I get easily bored with the same look all the time. Usually I don't make a big announcement but because a few things were moved around I wanted my viewers not to miss out on the features especially the blog list. Its the support of my fellow bloggers that have made the success of my blog possible.
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