I'm not usually one for new years resolutions. I mean, self-reflection and improvement should happen continually, not once a year, right? But I can't deny that there's a bit of a buzz in the air that happens on this rather arbitrary marker and I can get caught up in it.
So, hence, the new template and layout. The old one was kinda iffy with the comments section and the blog roll was a bit hard to get to. And there are some really good blogs out there. Just recently, I've added Between Us Guys, Gay and Invisible, Close Encounters, AltAdam, and The Dude Who's a Dude to my list. The latter two are so fluid and open with their sexuality that it's pretty inspiring. I'm hoping the guy from Between Us Guys keeps it up. He has a good point of view that I haven't really come across yet. Perhaps it's more because I don't readily search it out. Instead, I'm kinda lazy and just find guys that comment and follow me and then start reading their blogs.
So I'm a relativist. At least that's what my coworker said once to me. I have strong opinions for myself but don't really advocate one side or another because my answer is usually, "It depends." Instead of black or white, I take comfort and the boundlessly varying shades of grey. But I enjoy getting people's take on things. And I think I'm being intentionally vague because I've written and re-written a certain introspective post over and over because I can't seem to strike that balance between conveying my thoughts and advocating a position.
Oh, and not to just point to the shiny and new, there are a ton of great blogs that have been around for awhile and are still going strong. Confessions of a Promiscuous Top always makes me smile. The glass is half full and there's always a sense of playful frivolity there with a dash of the personal at times that's achingly beautiful. Glorious prose from Rob at A Breeder's Journal. The astonishingly unrelenting drive of Felching Pisser's From My Side of the Sling. Insanely happy that Explorer Jack is closing his two year gap between then and now. And also a few blogs that are at a crossroads. I hope that the Wonderland Burlesque and The Invisibleman keep going but I'm not going to make silly demands but just wanna mention them in an offering of support and warm wishes. And where the hell is Weston Liggit exactly? Still trying to figure that one out!
And I have to say that I'm increasingly aware of the other Asian sex bloggers out there. It's about goddamn time! Now if we can get more Asian guys out there in the media. I mean, I'm getting tired of citing John Cho from the Harold and Kumar movies as my closest celebrity lookalike.
Hm. Totally random but hey. Very belated Happy New Years folks!
Cheers!
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Snapshots: Back-to-back duds
So, the good thing about writing these little short clips is that I can now reference some things that happened earlier where I couldn't before because the chronology was all off. Not entirely true since I'm still about 20 clips behind, but still...
One night, I had some free time and fired off Growlr. Found a few guys that were staying at nearby hotels. God, I love out-of-town visitors. I've found that they're less likely to flake, more upfront about when they want to meet up, and are usually able to host. One guy was a broad shouldered beefy, tall guy with blond hair that was perfectly combed. Nice eyes. A handsome but more muscular Philip Seymour Hoffman equivalent. The other was a married guy, beefy but less built, offering a shirtless pic that showed narrow shoulders and a little tuft of hair right in the middle of his chest. His face pic included glasses that were too big for him and looked about 10 years old. He's your average Joe and I could see a guy that liked to defile the mild-mannered (homely?) dad next door totally digging him, but that wasn't my game. I ended up in the movie-star lookalike's room. At least at first. What can I say? He was the better looking of the two and was pretty clear about wanting to get fucked. And I love getting my paws on a bigger guy that won't bruise if I manhandle him a bit.
So MuscleHoffman was just as well put-together in person as he was in pics. Really handsome guy. Neatly groomed. Eyes really engaging and bright, luring you out of your shell immediately. Infectious extroversion. But it all started going downhill when he asked me to rubber up. Stupid me for not asking beforehand. I generally don't mind but I really wanted to sink my cock into a hole raw that night. And then it really went to shit after I got inside him. Well, not literally. He was clean as a whistle. You'd expect that from how precise he is about grooming. What threw me off was that he was like the Semi-Retired Chatterer but in a more distracting way. My cock fought valiantly to keep on task while I learned that he works in politics, travels often, has a long-standing fuckbud in another state that is really good in bed. Oh, and at one point, he chastised me for being a "bad gay" and not using skin products before bed. At that point, my cock gave up and was almost totally deflated. There's the guy that's verbal in bed and then there's the verbose guy that talks like you're his BFF fag hag in bed. I looked down and he wasn't hard either. He noticed me checking and mentioned that he only gets hard if he's fucked just the right way (i.e. Bruce, you suck at fucking). But I didn't want to bruise his ego the same way. Instead, I faked it and ran into the bathroom to flush down the evidence before I could get caught in the lie.
So, there I am walking out of the hotel and horny as fuck when I checked my phone. AverageDad had messaged me a number of times while I was faking an orgasm. That kid was eager. And he was only two blocks away at a different hotel. Fast-forward a few minutes and I'm in his room. The flurry of filth that was flying across over text from him dried up to nothing in person. But, like the Divorcee, he was sweetly new to it all and you could tell he was hungry for it. He was visibly shaking, a bundle of nerves, like a frightened Chihuahua but in a Mastiff's frame. I should have known better and could have finessed it but instead jumped right in and attacked the poor guy. I knew that he drew the line at anal but was really curious about it and after being blueballed by MuscleHoffman, I wanted so bad to drill my raw cock up his hole. I rushed him to that conclusion though and he wasn't quite there yet. Just a few tentative kisses on my cock, some stroking, and then the distracting chimes of his phone as he got repeated texts. He finally apologized and broke it off, saying that he thought it was his wife texting him and he couldn't go through with it. That could be it. Or it could be that he was getting more Growlr alerts and he knew I wasn't going to stop until his ass was on the menu. It was probably for the best, though. The chemistry was way off.
Two for two. I didn't want to totally destroy my ego and watch myself totally strike out so I shot a really big healthy-sized load all over myself when I got home.
One night, I had some free time and fired off Growlr. Found a few guys that were staying at nearby hotels. God, I love out-of-town visitors. I've found that they're less likely to flake, more upfront about when they want to meet up, and are usually able to host. One guy was a broad shouldered beefy, tall guy with blond hair that was perfectly combed. Nice eyes. A handsome but more muscular Philip Seymour Hoffman equivalent. The other was a married guy, beefy but less built, offering a shirtless pic that showed narrow shoulders and a little tuft of hair right in the middle of his chest. His face pic included glasses that were too big for him and looked about 10 years old. He's your average Joe and I could see a guy that liked to defile the mild-mannered (homely?) dad next door totally digging him, but that wasn't my game. I ended up in the movie-star lookalike's room. At least at first. What can I say? He was the better looking of the two and was pretty clear about wanting to get fucked. And I love getting my paws on a bigger guy that won't bruise if I manhandle him a bit.
So MuscleHoffman was just as well put-together in person as he was in pics. Really handsome guy. Neatly groomed. Eyes really engaging and bright, luring you out of your shell immediately. Infectious extroversion. But it all started going downhill when he asked me to rubber up. Stupid me for not asking beforehand. I generally don't mind but I really wanted to sink my cock into a hole raw that night. And then it really went to shit after I got inside him. Well, not literally. He was clean as a whistle. You'd expect that from how precise he is about grooming. What threw me off was that he was like the Semi-Retired Chatterer but in a more distracting way. My cock fought valiantly to keep on task while I learned that he works in politics, travels often, has a long-standing fuckbud in another state that is really good in bed. Oh, and at one point, he chastised me for being a "bad gay" and not using skin products before bed. At that point, my cock gave up and was almost totally deflated. There's the guy that's verbal in bed and then there's the verbose guy that talks like you're his BFF fag hag in bed. I looked down and he wasn't hard either. He noticed me checking and mentioned that he only gets hard if he's fucked just the right way (i.e. Bruce, you suck at fucking). But I didn't want to bruise his ego the same way. Instead, I faked it and ran into the bathroom to flush down the evidence before I could get caught in the lie.
So, there I am walking out of the hotel and horny as fuck when I checked my phone. AverageDad had messaged me a number of times while I was faking an orgasm. That kid was eager. And he was only two blocks away at a different hotel. Fast-forward a few minutes and I'm in his room. The flurry of filth that was flying across over text from him dried up to nothing in person. But, like the Divorcee, he was sweetly new to it all and you could tell he was hungry for it. He was visibly shaking, a bundle of nerves, like a frightened Chihuahua but in a Mastiff's frame. I should have known better and could have finessed it but instead jumped right in and attacked the poor guy. I knew that he drew the line at anal but was really curious about it and after being blueballed by MuscleHoffman, I wanted so bad to drill my raw cock up his hole. I rushed him to that conclusion though and he wasn't quite there yet. Just a few tentative kisses on my cock, some stroking, and then the distracting chimes of his phone as he got repeated texts. He finally apologized and broke it off, saying that he thought it was his wife texting him and he couldn't go through with it. That could be it. Or it could be that he was getting more Growlr alerts and he knew I wasn't going to stop until his ass was on the menu. It was probably for the best, though. The chemistry was way off.
Two for two. I didn't want to totally destroy my ego and watch myself totally strike out so I shot a really big healthy-sized load all over myself when I got home.
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