The Twitter Guy

I usually stick with camel-cased fictitious monikers for the men in these pages, conjured up from attributes that make sense once you meet them.  Physical attributes or even just attitudes and swagger.  Like the guy sitting across the aisle from me on this train I’d call CommittedAndOverZealous420CultureDude ‘cause he’s rolling a joint in pajama pants with a playful cannabis print all over it at 6am in the morning.  That’s some wholehearted unabashed commitment to evangelizing a growing subculture.  But @Spreadnaround1 doesn’t need that.  I mean, I could call him EpitomeOfEthicalWhorishness or maybe AstuteSexualLibertineThatGetsMeWithoutTrying but really he’s a brand of his own and really doesn’t need my descriptors.

I do remember our first meet where he casually warned me his roommate may come home but not to worry, “We’re a really sex-positive household and wouldn’t be a big deal.”  And I remember the laptop with the lid partially open but angled down to his ass while he was waiting for me on all fours on his bed, which simultaneously triggered my dick to twitch as it touched on my exhibitionist streak while simultaneously quickly debating in my head whether I should hold on my instinct to dive face first into that perfectly framed ass of his.  I wanted to hold on to some semblance of anonymity if the video was posted but at the same time, he really does have a nice ass.  Honestly, I’m not sure which impulse won out.  But I do remember halfway through when I played with his cock through the mound of the jock, he plainly stated that he’s not gonna get hard when he’s in pig bottom service mode.  

And that was what really stuck with me after our initial meet.  There’s an astutely empathetic nature about him that when combined with his refreshingly honest and unapologetic attitude to prurient topics, it makes him a really compelling guy.  He calls himself an average guy but these traits are hardly average.

Ben 5: Introduction to Friends

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Ben 4: Small World (of Hookups)

On the one hand, I'm terrible with names. On the other hand, I'm great at them. I can forget a name seconds after being introduced yet sometimes, if I see a name in print, I can recollect it years after even though we've only met in person briefly once.

So Ben and I were having our post-coital chit chat and got to talking about his partner. He gives me his partner's BBRT screen name so I look him up (and by the way, I've already forgotten what that screen name is). And since I'm too cheap to get the paid membership, all I get is a small thumbnail that doesn't immediately register anything. But then, in a microsecond that is going to take a lot longer to explain, I put some pieces together. His partner and I have already played together. 6 years ago. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've written about him though I can't find the entry. And I also remember writing about him in the comments of a fellow blogger's site, which is now defunct.

How I put it together: I know Ben. I get the small thumbnail of Ben's husband. The two together trigger a memory of just a few months ago where I was at a pride parade and there was this hot couple behind me that I'd love to play with. Both had fine bubble butts. Ben talked about having a lot of ass between the both of them. Ben used to live in a sleepy part of town that I used to live in. Ben told me his partner's name and digging back it jives with the screen name or something I saw in print of a hookup I had years ago in the same part of town. Back in the day when Craigslist and adam4adam were my go to for meeting guys.

So I ask. The same night. Over text right after I got back from our little tryst. I give Ben details of the guy's place (the place was seriously decked out for Halloween... epic) and ask if it's the same guy. And sure enough, it was. Ben's husband was either the first or the second cumslick hole I've fucked in. Definitely the one that got me hooked. That warmth. That velvet feel. And the fucking sight of him on all fours before me. Now if I can get the two of them, Ben and his partner, doggie, side by side would make me cry. I mean, so much beauty in the world…

Sorry. Lost my train of thought there for a moment. Honestly, don't think a threeway with them would ever work out. I'm not exactly the partner's type and there are also "couple" dynamics involved... lots to overcome to make the chemistry flow to each corner and create an energy that is new, not explode in destruction. It'd be like practicing alchemy.

Anyway, yeah. It took six years but I've fucked the pair of them. And Ben's response was to sigh in mock exasperation how his husband always gets the fresh meat before he does... well, at least the SMS equivalent of that sentiment.

Ben 3: Open Desire

It early morning and I feel no shame as I openly stare at him. He's less than a half feet away from me, well beyond the borders that suburban sprawl has deemed appropriate for personal space. My eyes have to concentrate to focus on someone so close. I can feel my eyes focus on one eye and then dart to his other and back again, unsure of which one to land on to try to read what the next move is. And in the periphery, I see the muscle of his square jaw contract as if he's grinding his teeth but it's more akin to the instinctual act of a dog licking it's chops. Then his eyebrows furrow, upturned. A look of pure open and honest need. A plea. Desire. Right before he drops all of it and his face gives away and the undertow that is left in its wake pulls us together with such ferocity I'm scared we'll chip our teeth as our mouths meet in a kiss.

Nope, no shame at all. We've met up at a local hotel and even though we both spent the night with our respective partners, the bed is already rumpled. A couple used towels are thrown about haphazardly disrupting the carefully curated brand of tidiness that's pictured in travel sites. We entered the room that way and Ben is well-aware of my insatiable sexual needs that made me take advantage of having the room the evening prior to engage in a quick little romp with the guy I've deemed the QuintessentialBear in these pages. In fact, Ben's refreshingly so judgement-free that we often encourage each other's exploits and share stories and giggle over experiences like two teenaged girls fawning over the star quarterback… but a dirtier version of that where sperm flies all over the place in an orgy.

And that ebb and flow of delayed satisfaction and intense need rippled through the morning as we rumpled the used sheets even further. Teasing his cock with the flick of the tongue before all restraint is lost and I swallow the thing whole. Getting so close to his hole where the moisture from by breath visibly collects on the hairs of his hole before my tongue lashes out and buries itself between the two mounds. Teasing his hole a little with my cock, feeling his hole wink and beckon for the crown of my cock to be inside before pummeling his ass with full length strokes that's punctuated at the end with ball-slapping urgency and purpose.

But what I remember most is not the individual acts, but the giggles afterwards. We've just added yet another conquest to chat frivolously about and that crested wave only left an undertow that pulls us together in a kinship as unabashed fuck pig debauchery.