Thursday, January 31, 2013

Another First

I had another first during my last romp with M.  I started to write about it in my last past, Gay Men Everywhere.  He wanted me to play out a fantasy.  I was to sneak in, while he was "sleeping", tie him up, and aggressively have my way.  I psych'd myself up for this on the drive over, even though this would push me way out of character.  I was set to follow through.  I even practiced what I might say, what dirty talk I might use.

When I arrived, I walked through the front door with out knocking.  Step one, complete.  I was a little worried that his roommate might have come home, but fortunately he didn't.  The place was quiet, and dark. I walked silently to his room.  I was greeted with Mazzy Star music, several lit candles, and an otherwise dark room.  The scene was set for passion, not for aggression and force.  I saw him "sleeping" under the covers on his bed.  Screw the plan, I thought, and barely got my shoes off as I climbed up on him.

I like passion better than aggression.  I like kissing and licking better than talking or grunting.  I'd rather lose myself in the act, than be thinking about what my next line is.  I was happy that he didn't try to get me back into character.  What followed was good, sweaty, passionate fun.  I only wish there were a graceful, sexy way to get your pants off.  I should have done that before I climbed onto the bed.

I sucked on him first, and for a long while.  He doesn't come quickly, so I had no worries about cutting our fun short.  He sucked on me for a long while.  Still, by far, the best blowjob around.  Seriously, I need him to teach me his tricks, and his endurance.

He wanted to slide his cock between my ass cheeks.  So I lied faced down on the bed and he lied down on top of me.  I loved the feel of his weight on me.

Now, on the drive over, I figured that we would naturally evolve into me fucking him.  It was something that I wanted to do, that he wanted me to do, and that went with the "fantasy" well.  I even stopped to buy condoms along the way.  When he wanted to rub his cock along my ass crack, I didn't think anything of it.  We've done that before, no problem.  Remember how I said I like to "lose myself" during sex?  Well, I think that is why I didn't mind when he started to take it a little further than just rubbing his cock along my crack.  (I did have the presence of mind to have him put on a condom.)

He first tried to penetrate me while I was lying face down on the bed.  Then he had me flip onto my back, and move to the edge of the bed so that he could try to fuck me while he was standing up.  I expected pain, but I didn't feel  pain.  I guess that drunken night with my wife and a dildo did a little more than I thought.  I only felt pressure.  I couldn't say whether it felt good, or not.  By this point the haze had lifted and I was too much in my head over the whole experience.  But I didn't hate it.

He didn't get a rhythm going, though, so I can't say that I got the full experience.  He was dealing with an injury that was causing him discomfort, and he lost his erection.  We moved back onto the bed, and took a breath.  Then I went back down on his cock.  I said before that he doesn't come quickly, and that's the truth.  It took everything I had, every ounce of endurance I had, but I ultimately got him to blast his cum all over my face.  It didn't take me more than a moment to jack myself to orgasm right after him.

So, another first for me.  Certainly something that I'd be willing to try again.  As I said, I didn't hate it, but I don't think I fully understand what all the fuss is about.  But next time, if either of us are topping, it's going to be me.

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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Show Your Support, Do It Now!

Tell the Boy Scouts you support their lifting the ban on homosexuals.

You can also send a personal email to the Boy Scouts: Sample message (keep it short): "Dear Boy Scouts of America, I think everyone should have the chance to take part in Scouting. I support an end to the ban on gay scouts and scout leaders. Sincerely..."

Post stolen from Joe.My.God and Just A Jeep Guy

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Gay Men Everywhere

I had the chance to have a little fun the other day.  Actually, a lot of fun, and its been awhile since this kind of opportunity has come around. I made plans to leave work early and meet up with M at his house.  He had the day off. He wanted me to act out a fantasy, you know the one, where he leaves the front door unlocked.  He's "napping" and I sneak in and tie him up before he has the chance to escape, then I get to have my way.

I'm a masculine guy, I'm a big guy.  But I'm not a forceful guy.  And I tend to be more, um, passionate than vocal.  So, I was a bit nervous.  I was nervous I was about to make a complete and utter fool of myself.

Anyways, I'll get back to that.  It was the day leading up to this that I really wanted to write about.  I planned on leaving work early. While at the office, another coworker showed up.  We all spend a good deal of time outside the office, so him showing up was not something I expected.  Technically, I am his boss, his manager.  But saying that he is my employee or my subordinate just feels weird.  So, he's my coworker, or colleague.  He shows up unexpected, and I'm expected to spend some time with him going over a few things. I'm sitting with him in the conference room, and I'm wondering about how long this is going to take because I have a guy in a bed waiting for me.

This co-worker just happens to be gay.  He's out and has a husband.  He doesn't know about my closeted side.  Or, maybe he does, and he's just too polite to tell me. The whole time we're sitting in the conference room, I have this urge to tell him about the dick I am going to go suck.  I want to tell him because he of all people would appreciate it, and because we could bond over it.  Then I imagine him sucking off his husband, and I quickly have to wrap up the meeting and get out of there.

I wasn't going directly to M's house.  I had to make a stop along the way at my previous place of employment.  There's not much left of that company, with current market conditions at all.  But they do have some material that my current company may want to buy. I stop by and go to see an old friend who used to be a co-worker.  Yes, co-worker in the same sense that I used to be his boss.  We're catching up on what's new in our lives, when another old employee of that company walks in the door.  This guy also just happens to be gay.  I do not know if he is out, or if he is partnered.  I only know that he is gay because a year or so ago he was brave enough to put his actual picture on Grindr, and I saw it.  He doesn't know about me, because I am not that brave.  We're chatting, the three of us, and again I have this urge to pull him aside and brag about the dick I am about to go suck.  Perhaps, I may even tell him about some of the other things I plan on doing. Again, I quickly have to make my way out of there.

You know how when someone mentions a red car, you suddenly notice red cars everywhere?  On this day, pretty much the only thing on my mind was the homosexual adventure I had planned for myself.  Why, on that day would I run into the few people I know that are gay.  Reality check, on any other day, the fact that these guys were gay would not have even crossed my mind.  But on that day, it was essentially all I could think about.

When I arrive at M's house, the door was unlocked.  I did "sneak" into his bedroom.  It was dark, he had soft music playing, and there were candles lit.  I knew the fantasy I was supposed to play.  But, I gotta say, the scene he set didn't really fit.  So I just did my own thing, which was quickly strip off my clothes and jump on top of him.  Maybe I'll write more about that in another post, I definitely enjoyed myself.  It was until a couple of hours later when we were cleaning up did I notice that he had left scarfs on the door knob, for me to use to tie him up.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Happy New Year!

I'm not one to make New Year's resolutions.  I'm a realist, and for me resolutions are short lived.  It takes a certain amount of dedication and resolve to make lasting changes.  I'm not saying that I am incapable of change, I just have to go about it differently.

Jack Scott recently wrote about the increasing pace of time, and the importance of taking the time to notice the small things. Time does seem to speed up as I get older.  Can you believe that it is actually 2013?!  I remember looking at my calendar when I was in third grade, figuring out that I was going to graduate High School in 1994, and thinking that was several lifetimes away!  I used to get angry at the ever increasing pace of time, angry that I wasn't afforded the time to enjoy life the way I wanted.  But I realized something recently, that it's my own fault.

David Allen says that "If you're appropriately engaged w/your life, you don't need more time. If you're not, more time won't help."  The fact is that I spend more time watching a show on T.V. then I do on that project I've been trying to finish for years now.  It's not time's fault I haven't finished the project, it's mine.  If you're appropriately engaged with your life, you don't need more time.  Spend the time figuring out what you want, figuring out how to get what you want, and actually doing that. That's the key to living a fulfilled life.  That's how to avoid regrets in the later years of life.

Is that what I do?  Lets just say that my life is a constant work in progress.  That might be why on this particular New Year's Day, I am spending a little more time than normal thinking about the changes I want to make.  My life has gone through a surprising amount of changes over the last year (or so); new job, new home, new addition to my family.  Most of these changes were for the better, all of these changes have taught me that I need to grab life by the balls.  No more excuses, only action!

Happy New Years everyone!  I hope 2013 proves to be a great year for all of you as much as I am determined to make it for me.