Reader Request

First, let me say that I love getting emails from readers. I have made some awesome new friends through this blog which is an amazing enough phenomenon, but a topic for another post. Today's post centers on the special requests readers have made to me in the short time I have been writing this blog. I love getting to know guys that share like interests -- mine are pretty obvious -- sports, guys, guy friendships, running etc.,

Readers really open up occassionally about things that turn them on as well. In this particular case --- my cum. Roy has given me permission to talk about this as I am pretty fascinated by the subject and glad he is willing to share his insights.

Awhile back I had posted about a jock strap exchange which prompted Roy to write to me and we began sharing stories of and occassional emails ever since. What gets Roy's pistons charged is cum drenched gear, clothes, personal items of guys. It is a mix of a gear fetish with some added twists -- he likes knowing the guy -- imagines that by sharing this stuff, that they have established a tighter bond and freindship -- even if they havn't met.

It turns him on that he may be wearing something of a bud's that is sweaty, cum stained or just man-scented.

So Roy is more than a little fixated on my dress shoes and OTC's especially if I christen them with some jiz. So the pic you see above is an old pair of dress shoes of mine with some salty shoe polish. He asked me to take the OTC I had been wearing all day, and slip it over my hard cock and jack until I was ready to blow and then cream my shoes wherever I wanted.

So these shoes and OTC's are headed to Roy in the big cheese state (a big plus that he is a Green Bay fan). I promised to jack a load into a sock for him. Actually, kind of handy -- like a built in cum rag. And I'm happy to send this stuff to him and help in his jack sessions.

So I am curious -- bloggers -- what lengths do you hit to please your readers? Readers -- ask away -- you never know what your notes might start.

Go Flyers.

History of a Pleasure Seeker

Just read a great new novel, History of a Pleasure Seeker by  Richard Mason. I highly recommend it. Mason hit the literary scene with the Drowning People which I have not read, but it got a ton of attention because he was a student at Oxford when he was published as a first-time author.

 He took a bunch of literary prizes that year so when I saw a copy of his new book at McNally Jackson in the city, I snapped up a copy. The novel is a wonderfully warm, sensuous period piece set

in Amsterdam and Cape Town at the turn of the century. The main character, Piet Barol, is a dark haired hedonist with physical characteristics similar to the author. Handsome, cultured, opportunistic, bright, mischievous - entirely likeable even when he is being a complete idiot.

Mason does an incredible job of making love, sex, romance, seduction both hot and humorous as his characters either indulge in all of these or repress them. But he never judges his characters -- he let's their adventures and misdeeds unfold with beautifully constructed prose.

His characters share an intimacy with the reader as if he wrote the book just for them. As if the reader

alone is experiencing this story secretly. I love a writer who can make me feel that way. Mason writes adeptly and when he describes the male or female form or interraction, he gets it right -- and you can tell a guy who hs made love to a woman as well as a man. Well, let me put that another way -- you can immediately tell if an author fucks it up and Mason doesn't.

 He'll make you laugh, he'll make you hard and for a while, you'll lose yourself in a wonderful story. Grab a copy.

Adventure

Throw Me Home

Sometimes, You Get A Good Feeling . . .

Sometimes, You Get A Good Feeling  .  . .

You ever have one of those meetings – sexual or otherwise when you just know things are going to click for you?  I had one of those moments recently.  I met him on a business trip and we kept in touch exchanging emails, confidences, thoughts etc.,

He arrived in on the East Coast en route to his hometown down in Florida with the diversion being namely – well, me. He wanted to see me again and after quite a bit of conversations and emails, I was looking forward to seeing him as well.

His family is Germanic in background by way of Peru. To look at him you’d swear he is just the hot Latin guy – beefy, muscular, covered in very dark fur but with this obvious German name. One of the hot and sort of mysterious facts about his family history and upbringing that I’m just not asking about . . . for now.

He is a great change of pace for me in two pretty significant ways. He is my first uncut cock in awhile. I know I know. In all of the sexual encounters I have had, it is amazing, I rarely have uncut beef, but there you have it.

And the second, is that he is the first guy, to beg me to hit and I mean hit hard. Not just with my hands – close fisted, but with a belt, both as a strap in beating his ass, but also as a lasso around his neck to control his head movements. But I get ahead of myself.

I could hardly contain myself in the elevator of the hotel. I pushed him against the wall and pushed into him so aggressively it spread and lifted his legs for me. My mouth was opened and separated by lips and a tongue both warm and strong that surprised me with its intensity and searching.

I would go on to kiss him and feel the pleasures of his mouth for a six hour straight encounter that ended with us searching for a place to eat at 11PM as one hunger was sated and another not.
Through the course of the night, we would trade positions, love openly and passionately and douse each other with loads of cum.

When I was my most physical with him; my most aggressive - his eyes, wide with desire, never left me. They never closed. So I just kept at it – pummeling him, fucking his throat, biting his nipples while I roughly fingered his ass.

His asshole is buried deep in a crevice of hard toned muscle so it actually hurt my wrist to finger him – I had to dig that hard. When I rimmed him, I had to push his cheeks apart and keep significant pressure there to allow my tongue to penetrate him.

And fucking him felt like I was lifting his entire body with each thrust. Glorious hard work that made him ground so loudly, I put my hand over his mouth to shut him up.

When I hit him with a belt and I could see the red welts raising on his ass, I whispered in his ear which hurt more – the belt or my open hand – and he groaned “my hand.” He was shaking by the time I emptied a load in his throat.

Later the next day, we were at one of my favorite bookstores in NYC after an incredible lunch with this hot guy and of all times, this really adorable guy working in the store hit on me with full- force.  When it rains, it pours. Thankfully my buddy didn’t see it.

My Germanic, latin friend is here for another few days – we’ll see how things progressJ