Coming, Coming, & Coming...

3 new boys in the last 5 days.

I promise you I'll write about them once this year has officially come to a close.

I do hope you all are doing well.

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU!

Breakup Rule #24

Hope you all enjoyed Christmas day! Mine was pretty fantastic and quite eventful :)

Here's the rule:

If someone walks out on you...close the door and lock it behind them.

If they want back in they'll knock and let you know but don't chase after them. It's a supreme waste of time and energy and leads to nothing!

I'll be back to share one of my recent experiences ;)

Talk soon.

New Feature! Translate The Blog

Hiya folks,

Again, thanks for following along with me through this difficult, fun, and crazy time.

Since the blog is being read regularly in more than 30 countries I decided to add a page translation feature to the site.

To translate the page just select the language you'd like from the Google Translator on the right side of the page.


Happy Hunting!

Ass From The Past #2: When SHIT Happens!

I hope all of you are doing well!
BOY have I got a doozy for you lovely people!

Yes folks. That's right. I said shit and I'm not talking about the metaphorical kind.

I only tell this story because I know it'll make some of you laugh, and will be helpful for some of you.

It had never happened to me before. Not in all my years of having sex. (I'm only 25)

According to friends I have joined some sort of club. A club I never wanted to be part of.

It was November 11, 2009. 

He was 19. Latino. Seriously cute.

His message to me:

"im in __________. please fuck me, i havnt had cock in a long time"

I didn't see any problem with doing that.

Even though we both seemed excited to get together it took a number of tries before it happened. On the day we met it was raining and he was taking the bus over to my place. It seemed to take forever for him to arrive but I wasn't going anywhere. I was ready to play.

I met him at the bus stop and we walked the long walk back to my place. We talked about his class. The one was skipping to be with me. English. We also discussed his sexual experience. He didn't have much and what little he had experienced wasn't all that great. He told me he liked having sex with girls but they were a lot of trouble. That and he seriously liked having a dick in his ass.

His hoodie was wet from the rain so I put it in the dryer while he sat on the sofa. I offered him a drink. They always decline the drink. Maybe they think I'm going to put something in it? Thoughts?

I sat on the sofa, stood him up in front on me, unzipped his pants while he removed his shirt. I was surprised by the size of the dick on such a small guy. If you've been reading you already know that I'm not all that interested in dicks. I'm an ass guy but I can certainly appreciate a beautiful one.

Oh OH! I forgot I have a picture...

Here goes:

 
That's him. I enjoyed sucking his dick. Maybe a little too much if that's possible. I almost forgot what he wanted. "Rape my ass". His words.

Into the room and onto the bed we went..."FUCK ME HARD".

His beautiful ass was waiting for me and I honestly didn't want to stop staring at it. You know what I mean? When the ass is just so glorious you want to take a picture and frame it?

There I was on top of him. Fucking his brains out. He was moaning and grabbing at the pillows. The deeper I went the better it felt...the more he told me how much he loved it.

Believe me, I was having a great time and was glad that he too was enjoying himself. It was one of those days...Did I say that this was 11am? No, I don't think I did. Anyway...

It was one of those days when you just KNOW it's going to be a good LONG fuck. I was so into it, and I was prepared to make this memorable. For both of us. That definitely happened but not for the reasons I'd like it to have happened.

Thrust. Grind. Thrust. GRIND. THRUST.

GRIND. WETNESS.

Hmm...Yes...something happened. I didn't understand what was going on at first so I kept on doing what I was doing, but something wasn't right. Something smelled weird and it wasn't the trash can or dirty laundry.

I remember thinking that I was going to get some more lube but when this something happened it all of a sudden seemed unnecessary. I pulled out using my hand.

When I let go of my dick HE excused himself to the bathroom and I took notice of my hand. The room was dark but lit somewhat by the small amount of light piercing through the blinds. My hand. It seemed to be covered with something viscous. Something dark in color and the closer my hand was to my face the smellier things got.


BAM! 




 It hit me.





THIS IS SHIT! 



THE BOY LET LOOSE ON MY DICK!

I had to think quickly because he was in the bathroom and I knew then that he knew what happened. I knew he was incredibly embarrassed. Hell, I was embarrassed for him! I cleaned myself up while he was in the bathroom and when I was done so was he. Our eyes me and I smiled. I asked him if he wanted to take a shower.

Needless to say we were DONE having sex.

When he was ready to leave I continued being the southern boy I am. Smile on my face, feeling really awful about it. I knew I was being rough. I hoped that I didn't do too much. Some first impression, huh?

I got his hoodie out of the dryer and helped him get it on. I asked if he wanted to me walk him to the bus stop but he assured me he could make it back alone. "It isn't hard. I'll make it back fine."

"Hey, call me if you get lost. I hope I can see you again sometime." Never thinking that was going to happen. Would I come back? Probably not. I'd run like hell.

My final thoughts about the situation:


Boys. Gentlemen. PLEASE understand that you must not only be showered and cleaned OFF when you plan on engaging in anal sex but you also much clean yourself OUT down there. Perhaps a high fiber diet would help? Lots of water never hurt either but there are devices and things available in drugs stores to perform at home enemas should you need one.



Don't be embarrassed by using them because it's a SHIT TON less embarrassing than the alternative. Lastly, don't eat a giant meal a few hours before your wild sex! Thanks.


The day wasn't a total wash! Wash. I crack myself up. :o)

Later on that night at 10:54pm a cute Indian guy came to pick me up. We went back to his place and fooled around for a few hours. But of course I'll save that for another time!

Has this ever happened to you? Call me and tell me about it.

If you'd like to read a bit more about why I'm doing this check out my first post: "Relationships Aren't Forever"

I want to take a quick second to thank all of you who have reached out to me and expressed their interested in the blog and this journey of mine. Feel free to message me or use that CALL button at the top of the page to give me a call for FREE. It's private and doesn't cost a thing thanks to Google. I don't sleep a whole bunch so if you feel like chatting or have questions just let me know!

Soldier of Love...

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I don't know what to do.

I lost one very important relationship and now another one seems to be slipping away too.

I can't wrap my head around these things. Why someone would choose to end such a long, rich, textured, and loving relationship over someone/something that appears to matter so little is so far beyond my ability to understand. I'm tired of feeling hurt. Everyday I wake up and the first thought on my mind is generally my ex, but slowly it's taking a different shape. It's not a "I can't stop thinking about him"...it's a "Wow, I can't believe I'm not hurting over him this morning"...that sort of feeling.

Friends. Do they come and go? Does a friend do that?

If you're not helping me, you're hurting me. That's what I feel.

I don't want to be the only one who gets it. Say you love me. Then act like you do.

I'm a soldier of love. Fighting all alone it seems.

I've lost the use of my heart but I'm still alive...

"You're Too Cold..."

"Yeah, this isn't going to work...Sorry..."


That's what I told the guy who's been yapping for weeks now about coming over. Every time something came up and he couldn't make it. So he said.

Tonight he was set on coming over and of course I said ok. Didn't believe he was coming until I heard the faint knock at the door. Wow. He meant it this time.

He was here 10min then I asked him to leave. His body was cold and so was I when we got down to business. I wasn't feeling it. Just didn't feel like faking it. I've done it enough times to know I'm not interested in doing it again.

Now I've got to block him so we don't go through all this again.


Next. Please?

Breakup Rule #13

If you DON'T want an enemy...


DON'T create one!


End. It. As. Well. As. You. Can.


Seriously? Don't be an idiot. Apologize for what has happened...and for your part in it and then...HUG IT OUT...LET IT GO...AND MOVE ON. We don't know what the future holds so it's best to play nice.

Sounds simple, huh?

Ass From The Past #1: The Introduction

Long before I thought about starting this blog I was already ankle deep in this world of hookups. I had about 5 or so under my belt...or underneath my pants. However you like to think of it. Those stories, the early experiences are just too good to let go so from time to time I'll tell the story of some "ASS FROM THE PAST". By doing this I can both fill you in on all the details and keep track of what the hell I'm doing and whom I've DONE. It's amazing how much sex one can have outside of a relationship!

Oct. 20 2009 -1am

He responded with:

"hey i am 22 wm. 5'9 140. blnde blue. ready to travel now. only pics on my phone. 6** 368 ****. text me so i can send them to u and we can meet up. peace."

I sent him a text message, requested the pics and what I received  was very interesting indeed. Cute. Small. Blonde. Blue eyes. I don't generally find myself attracted to blond boys but he was exceptional and I was horny. We exchanged a number of text messages and he said he was on his way over. He took a cab and arrived around 1am. $60 ride. He came from Arlington.

Before he arrived he'd text me dirty things which I liked very much so. He told me what he wanted from me...asked me what I wanted to do to him...and when I told him I wanted to cum in his mouth he said, "I love cum". I smiled.

When I opened the door I still had this stupid grin on my face. Amazingly there was NO tension there. He smiled, and walked in. He was so cute. The candle was lit. I smelled good. So did he. He quickly took off and threw his clothes onto the floor. I walked into the bathroom for a moment and went I got back he was in bed. Underneath the blanket and sheets. This was unusual because even though I was no expert at this at the time,  I knew hookups happened on top of the bedding because getting into the bed is an intimate thing and hookups are rarely intimate things. This only made me even more excited. I liked his style.

I tossed my shirt over the chair and let my pants fall to the floor. He motioned with his finger for me to come to bed.

His nipples against my tongue. I could feel the tiny hairs stand at attention...waiting for my lips. His moans were sweet. Candy-coated. We kissed and then kissed again. His smooth tongue toyed with mine for what seemed like an eternity.This was bliss. Who knew sex with someone unknown could feel like this?! This was passion if I'd ever felt it. Sure, we weren't in love but our lust for one another was pure. This wasn't just fucking. This was lusting and frankly... it was fantastic.

Side note: One of the most interesting developments to come out of my new openness to one night stands/NSA(No Strings Attached) hookups is my realization that sex CAN be just that. SEX. I've learned that sex, good sex, can be present without love. I used to believe that in order to feel the absolute best about the sex one has, it should happen within the bounds of a committed relationship between people who share a bond on a...perhaps a "spiritual level". While I will agree that it's great to look into the eyes of someone you love unconditionally, someone you wish to share your life with...it isn't necessary. I'll chalk it up to not really living life and then judging others based on my own situation. I was a judgmental asshole. I will admit that.

This boy was freaky. Seriously fucking freaky. I bent him over the bed and with his face pressed into the pillow he said, "How freaky do you get?". I honestly didn't know how I was supposed to respond. I actually said (while pounding away at his perfect little ass), "Uhhh, you're kinda putting me on the spot." He smiled and pushed back onto my dick. I wrapped my arms around him and while his back was pressed tightly against my chest he turned and licked my face...my lips eventually met his. We became liquid and drank one another.

"How freaky do you get? Is there anyone else here? What do they look like? Well I figure I came all this way I might as well go all the way..." Yeah. Freaky. We didn't invite anyone else in but what happened next was risky. With my two friends sleeping soundly in the other bedroom, he said he wanted me to fuck him in the living room. I am not one to turn down such a thing. I sat on the sofa...and he exclaimed that he wanted to ride me. And he did. He rode my dick with such fury and the moans and yelps he let out frightened me a little. There I was, fucking this beautiful guy on the sofa, moonlight shining through the sliding doors, and two unsuspecting people sleeping 15ft away with 2 inches of door between us and them. Every time he let out a "HARDER!" "DEEPER!" I feared the creak of the door.

From the sofa...to the floor...back to the sofa and then he pulled one of the chairs away from the dining room table and placed his knees in the seat of the chair. He held onto the back rest. I fucked him there. HARD. He yelled. "YEAH! I LIKE IT WHEN A REAL MAN FUCKS ME DEEP! FUCK ME YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER!". I was so afraid but so turned on. The boy was trying to wear me out! We left the chair and headed back to bed where we continued to fuck like people who'd done it many times with one another...The cum he wanted in his mouth eventually ended up there. His mouth, his face, his neck. He enjoyed it. A LOT.

After it was all over we talked. We talked for couple of hours actually. We both had a southern connection. Although he was white/blond/blue eyed/Jewish we had an understanding...he had spent lots of time where I grew up and liked it there. He also had a fascination with churches...the kind I grew up going to. We discussed law school. He starts in January 2010. I told him how I had been considering it myself. He said not to do it if I didn't plan on practicing law. He's probably right. I like the idea of the credentials but actually practicing law isn't appealing.

Hours later we were finished. We both agreed it was fantastic. We smiled. That stupid grin again.

Overall it was a fantastic night. Actually one of the best sexual experiences of my life. I never thought that was possible. Not with a...stranger, ya know? Who'da thunk it?!

Questions? Thoughts?

Don't be shy ;-)