Evolution of My Topping

After losing my virginity in 2002, I was a total bottom for about 2 years. Always knowing that eventually I would become versatile, but for the moment, I was a total bottom, and okay with that. That is why I always tells customers in the sex shop to be patient with themselves for whatever their goal may be.

Once I started topping, I always said that after 2 years of being a total bottom that in my versatility I am a much better bottom than top. No matter what percentage of being a top or bottom I was, even when my versatility reached 50/50, and a good number of playmates praising me as a top, I still felt my skill set made me a much better bottom.

I recently had 2 encounters with which I saw myself becoming more confident in my topping skills. An evolution, if you will. The signs of this evolution might not seem obvious at first, but I will explain how so, and why it is for the better later.

The first incident happened at The Cock. I was behind a curtain, and this guy was sucking me off. Right next to me was a short hottie that I've played with before. As he watched me get my cock sucked, he laid on his back on the bench while playing with his hole. The blowjob was pretty good, but watching that short hottie play with his hole made me rock hard, and needing to be engulfed by not a mouth, but the 98.6 degree and rising warmth of a hungry bottom's ass tunnel.

The past times I topped the short hottie, he assumed the position to be topped doggy style. Being the ass-man that I am, that made it easier to get turned on, start fucking him, and keep fucking him. This time however, seeing him in position to bottom in missionary made me want him right away. My craving wasn't to look at his ass while inside it. No, it was solely about being inside him. Seeing the beauty of his ass was no longer a crutch to get me hard and keep me hard. Just the thought of being inside him in any position was all I needed.

Before I'm called a hypocrite regarding Rule #5 in my rules of blowjob etiquette, I initially was planning to give my dick to the guy giving me a blowjob. But he was sucking me for so long that he seemed like sucking my cock was all he wanted to do. A man that is going to be worth my interest knows to do as I do - stop sucking to check on his playmate to see if he eventually wants that cock made hard by a cocksucker so it can go in his cocksucker's ass, like it should be. This guy never checked in with me for that. He was sucking me for all eternity and I was getting bored by it. As I mentioned before, he sucked it pretty good, but he never offered his asshole. My playmate from my past laying on the bench next to me did offer his asshole.

I went in my pouch and got out some lube to put on my cock. I then slid my cock inside him and started pounding with so much passion. A degree of a passion I've done while topping doggy style, but never in missionary. The more he moaned in pleasure. The more I touched his bare skin not covered by his harness and jockstrap. The more I wrapped my arms around him to go deeper inside him. It all made me not want to stop. But I did stop, so I wouldn't come. Because I have a feeling that if I did come, I would not have stopped. I would have probably shot a raw load in his ass, and kept pumping so I could try and shoot another. Fucking him so long that the lights would come on in the bar because of it nearing closing time.

The other instance happened at a Milk Chocolate NYC party.

I had already topped from behind while standing this sexy guy who was around my height. The entire time I thrusted into the soft cheeks of his ass, as much as I loved looking down to see those cheeks squeeze with my every inward thrust, I wanted him on his back. So I could look in his eyes right below those sexy eyebrows.

Later on in the night, he and a guy that he and I both had bottomed for earlier were sitting on a sofa in the space. Another guy put his legs up and started fucking the hottie. This put the thought back in my head of how much I wanted to look in his eyes while my cock is inside that amazing ass. Then the other guy stopped. So my chance opened up. And when this hottie saw my hard cock eager to get in him again, he opened his ass up along with that chance.

I got on my knees and put my hard cock inside him, with his legs leaning on my shoulders. He lit up the deeper I went in. And when I started pumping into him, he lit up even more. Maybe because my cock was also swelling from feeling his body hair and playing with his big dick. In any case, his being pleased was undeniable for me to see because I was looking right into his eyes.

So how do these 2 occurrences show that I am evolving in my topping skills?

I have long been saying that sex is not just a physical connection, but also a spiritual connection. The latter is one many gay males try to deny. Hence why doggy-style is the most common position at a sex party or backroom. For both connections exist even in a backroom/sex party tryst, and doggy-style, while a great position for a top to view the ass he is pumping into, it also helps a top avoid looking into his sex partner's eyes, which are windows to the soul.

With that said, those 2 encounters with me craving, then being a top in missionary shows me evolving because before then, my spiritual connection that I said was part of sex was obtained in my mind, but less obtained by our sexual position. Therefore, giving no guarantee as to whether or not the spiritual connection that was obtained before the sex was truly maintained during the sex. By me topping in missionary, a more intimate position, I have now evolved to obtaining that spiritual connection by more physical and definite means. A position where my playmate and I look each other in the eyes. Where we can see the beauty of healthy lust, and ask for more. Or see its ugliness and part ways soon after.

Since in addition to being horny, I need to vibe with positive sexual energy from the person(s), I believe the lust we'll have will most definitely be the beauty of healthy lust.

My Sweet 16 at CumUnion

February 9, 2002.

That was the day I went out to Splash Bar (now gone) in NYC, walked through the door, and all my years of trying to figure out if I was straight, gay, or bi finally came to a close. A close that made me realize that I was bisexual, but a lot more gay than straight. A discovery that made me ready and willing to have sex with a male, which I did just a few hours later. And since those few hours later came to be after midnight, the date of me losing my virginity is February 10, 2002.

That makes it now 16 years to the day of me coming out to myself, and losing my virginity. My Sweet 16, if you will. And Sweet 16s always get a celebration. So how did I celebrate mine?

Everyone has their way to celebrate such moments. I chose to go to the sex party, CumUnion.

Quite fitting to those of you who know I lost my virginity during a 5-man orgy. And I found my 1st playmate for the night before I even entered the party. In fact, even before I paid my entry fee.

I walked down the stairs of Paddles where the party was held, and as soon as I got down the last flight of stairs, I saw an older guy with thinning blond hair on the line to get in with one person in front of him. The guy appeared to be around my age. He gave me a quick grin to acknowledge me. Then as he waited for the person in front of him to pay and go in, he took that waiting time to take a few more quick glances at me to check me out. I didn't let on that I saw this, but I did the same to him. As I noticed his good looks and took note of what I could gather of his build in his winter jacket, the louder my sexual precognitive voice screamed to me about us, "Y'all 2 are gonna fuck!"

After checking in my clothes, I saw that guy walking around for a good 15 minutes. He was still looking at me, so by this point I knew for sure his gazes at me earlier were not my imagination. Then I went on a trip to explore the backroom. It was pretty dark, which I hate. So I went to the part of the backroom where there was more light. That's where I found him again, and he found me.

As soon as he saw me, he took my cock and started stroking it. I grabbed his ass. It was nice and smooth. He then turned his back to me. Grabbing my dick for me to put it in. Earlier when my inner-voice told me that we'd fuck, it didn't make aware if I would be a top or bottom. As far as I'm concerned, it could have gone either way, but I was getting my answer at that point. Telling me that I'm going to be a top.

My cock went inside him, and his ass jiggled with each of my thrust. His ass felt great. We drew a small crowd from our moans and the slaps of my crotch against his booty. I didn't come, but he felt good enough to be a candidate to look for if I wanted to release my load.

I must admit the next guy I topped did get me a good bit closer. Maybe because I had some leftover climax-building tingle from the guy I topped before. If it wasn't for the voyeurs who were living vicariously through us to the point that they kept touching us in interfering places, I probably would have shot my load in his ass. One thing I was glad to see of myself was that this guy was also close to my age.

This back-to-back topping had me concerned that the usual would happen. That every white guy there was going to expect me to be a total top. Some black guys might be cool with this, but being that I was celebrating my coming out and losing my virginity, I also wanted to show off and celebrate my sexual growth. Primarily my becoming versatile. A great change from the total bottom I was 16 years ago. So this constant topping was getting me a little stressed. Then someone came along to pound out that stress.

This tall hottie with light brown hair, possibly red kept coming near me throughout the night. With his full lips and bubble butt, I immediately wanted him the top me the second I saw him. After seeing him fuck a couple of other guys, I thought he had no interest in me. So just as I was moving on, my peripheral vision saw him coming up behind me. I thought he was going to walk pass me. Instead, he stopped and stood behind me. He moved in closer to the point his dick grazed the crack of my bare ass, then his shaft got closer, and deeper in the crack. Growing larger with each motion forward. I reached back to touch his thigh, and in return, he put his arms around me and started kissing my neck. I allowed this for a quick bit, then turned around to face him, and squatted down to suck his dick.

His dick was semi-hard when I started sucking it. Then it grew in my mouth to become rock hard. With his moans of pleasure, I felt his cock throb in my mouth once. He picked me up and turned me back to having my back to him. He leaned me over the medical table in front of me. I quickly reached to my preparation pouch that was gartered on my left thigh to prepare my ass for his entry. I put spit lube on his cock, then he slid it into my ass. He started thrusting into me, and more and more he was hitting the spot. So much so that without even touching myself, my dick was getting hard and I could feel my pre-cum (or cum) edging closer and closer to the tip of my dick. Knowing at any moment, that edging jizz could soon become a drip with a long tail. And just before it got to that point, he came. I could feel every throb of his cock letting out that cum, and he didn't pull out of me until the very last throb and last drop were in me.

That tall hottie wasn't my only top for the night. So my celebrating gave me an equal number of bottoms and tops with a short, sexy Latino that arrived later in the night. He caught him eyeing me as soon as he walked in. Since you never know how those things will turn out, I didn't push to make anything happen. We wound up near each other by chance, and he came to me. We grazed each other, then immediately started making out. I led him over to the side in the back area and positioned myself on all fours. I lubed us both up and as soon as slid inside me slowly. But once inside, he pounded my ass cheeks so hard, it felt like I was being topped by someone twice his size.

At one point he asked, "Do you like that?"
I replied with an exasperated moan, "Fuck yeah!"

My dick was getting hard with each of his thrust. And once again, I felt his hungry cock milk my prostate. Making me pre-cum without touching myself. Or as with my previous top, possibly full-on cumming. Because at least for me, pre-cum just appears. There's no sensation telling me it's happening, unlike cum, which be its arrival to my cock, fast or slow, I feel it. Much like I did with both of these tops.

This makes me come to a realization about my sexual growth. About how as I get older, and more comfortable I am with my sexual body playing with others. I'm finding myself getting near cumming without touching myself. I take it to be that after all this time, the Sweet 16 of my coming out, my body is finally learning to let go when I bottom. What probably took it so long was the fact that my sole sexual interaction with my body up until the age of 30 was masturbation.

I'm sure this point of sexual growth could have happened sooner. I surmise that in addition to my anxiousness from my late coming out making it take this long, there's also how 3 years after my coming out, and losing some of the anxiousness, I unknowingly resurrected it by my getting into porn. So now, almost 8 1/2 years after retiring from the porn industry, my body is having the response to sex it should have naturally. For I never did, nor did I that night use drugs to ease myself to the pressures of being good at sex. Not even poppers.

So as with all of my sexual adventures, I have found the lesson I needed to learn. In this case, the epiphany about my own sexual development. So THANKS, CumUnion and Milk Chocolate NYC for a great celebration you had no idea you were giving me for my Sweet 16.

Cock Tastes Good! Natural or With... JO's Gelato?

I LOVE THE TASTE OF A HOT GUY'S COCK!!!!

I anticipate tasting all the flavor can be found in his skin's varying textures. The taste of his balls, then all the way to the head of his cock. Loving his cock even more so when the guy is so super horny that his cock head is engorged. So ready to pump in either my mouth or ass that any light in the room that hits it causes it to shine. And once his cock is in my mouth, I can suck it feeling my jaw muscles getting a massive workout,.... and still keep going. Never once desiring to huff on poppers to "make it easier" to do so. Because I love the natural flavor of cock just that much, and have no intention of confusing my brain from taking in the messages of how good and clean that man's cock is.

I'm getting hard and salivating just thinking about it.

Now, while many (like I) love sucking a clean cock with its natural flavor, we might not understand, but must accept how some are not such enthusiast about the natural flavor of a man's cock. It is for this reason that flavored lubes are made.

From time to time, I come across samples of flavored lubricants. If I know I'm going to a sex party, I often will put some on my cock and ass cheeks. Never the asshole. Because the sugar in most flavored lubes, and flesh do not mix.

Anyway, in preparing to tag-team a hot bottom in a 3-way, I dossed my cock with one of the flavors from JO Gelato collection.

It was either Tira Misu or Crème Brulee. I put it on about 90 minutes before arriving to the apartment of the host who was the other top. So by the time we started foreplay with the bottom sucking on my dick, that lube was so deep in my skin, my dick most likely tasted as if it was meat marinated in one of the aforementioned flavors.

I wasn't aware that the lube was even noticeable until after the other top and myself had tag-teamed, D.P.'d, then tag-teamed the bottom to orgasm. For as we all laid there sweaty and exhausted, the bottom talked about how he loved sucking on my tasty dick.

Being the observant writer who is as in tune to words as I am, I noticed the bottom using the word "tasty" specifically when talking about my cock. This is by no means a contest. After all, the bottom did seem to enjoy sucking both of our cocks, and he's been pleased sucking on mine with its natural flavor before numerous times when we met up at the MilkChocolateNYC party on nights when it is held in Queens. However that, plus my own inability to lie unnecessarily made me confess to what gave me that "tasty" edge over the other top.

As always, I tasted the lube before putting it on myself. So I know for a fact that it does taste quite good. So for those who are not fans of tasting the natural flavor of cock like I am, and would prefer feeling like you're sucking on a sweet dessert, then I highly suggest JO's Gelato collection.

Seeing how it has gotten such great reactions from guys (yes, "guys" plural, because I have used it more than once), my goal now is to find more at a decent price. So I can accommodate those playmates who prefer a flavored lube over the natural taste of my cock. To my credit though, most seem to prefer the natural me.

Enjoy Blacks Bottoming, Or Be Denied This Black Topping

Recently, after a long while, I attended the Monday night Milk Chocolate NYC party at Rainbow Playground in Queens. There weren't a lot of guys there at the moment, and most were not cute.

However, there was one guy sitting in a chair that I noticed as I traipsed through the video lounge, but I didn't set my full eyes on him. While I could feel his eyes on me, I never returned the look. Because from what my peripheral vision caught, he had a nice body, but I thought the hair on his body was a bit erratically patterned for my taste. As if he shaved it weird.

A little while later, while wandering around, I came to the open dark play area. I could see from the silhouette that that guy I noticed before was there. Getting suck off by someone. None of the other guys there caught my interest, so I spent most of my time dodging their reach for me. Then he reached for me. I wanted to let him touch me, as my eyes focused and my ability to see in the dark made his silhouette become a man with a face in that dim light. Leading me to discover that what my peripheral vision thought was hair on his body earlier was not hair at all. They were tattoos.

I still didn't let him touch me at that moment however. Simply because I didn't want to include the guy sucking him off, or any of the other guys trying to touch him, or me. So yes, I denied myself this hot tattooed guy because I didn't want to be rude to anyone else. Because while it is highly accepted in sex party/backroom behavior, it's actually quite rude to feel so entitled to knowingly take a guy away from someone(s), and allow the perceived beauty bestowed on you by your color, ethnicity, body type, etc. to give you the fuck-faced audacity to do so.

Well, Karma must have smiled on me for taking that stand. Because I did get him later. When I moved away, he shortly after stopped the guys touching him, then came to me. We then started making out. The guys who wouldn't take "no" for an answer stuck around. Putting their hands in the way to feel his cock while I was soon going down on him. When my cocksucking got too good for him, he pulled me up, and kissed me some more. Feeling my ass making it very clear that he wanted to get inside me. I walked backwards leading him to the large sofa in that area. I reached in my thigh pack for my supplies. Lubed up my ass, and let him in.

Once those around us saw that his raw Italian cock was going to go inside me, and not the other way around, the crowd thinned out. At the most, I would see one person playing voyeur. And it was always changing as to who it was. They seemed to get tired of watching a white guy top a black guy, see it wouldn't change any time soon, so they would move on. Then another would take their place and do the same. Which was fine by me. Because even in that wide open space where anybody could come by and try to participate, our hot sex was so unseemly to them that it left us to fuck like we were alone in a large hotel room. Able to change positions, and moan and groan without disturbing a soul. Sad to say at a sex party, but it's me looking how every dark cloud has a silver lining. And our being able to be so intimate with this primal fuck was that silver lining. Especially this one move he did with me on my stomach.

He would pulled up with just the tip of his cock inside me. He would then hold that pose for a few seconds. Leaving me to wonder if and when he was coming down. Then BANG! He plows down hard into my ass! I felt the jiggle of my ass cheeks each time he did that.

We later ran into each other again in the video lounge. He invited me to sit next to him, and we started making out immediately.  During our making out, one thing that became evident about his body that he wanted to show me was how he pre-came a lot. Letting his dick lean on my thigh, so he could pick up his dick, and let me see a string of pre-cum connecting us. So this explains how when our making out soon led to me getting on my knees and leaning on the back of the sofa to bottom for him again, without much lube, my hole let him in. His lube was spit and pre-cum, and my hole was more so relaxed because it was him.

Again, the same thing happened. Guys would watch us for a second, and realize a white guy was topping a black guy, then they would move on. We stopped after a bit. Neither one of us had come yet. We slouched on the sofa fondling each other. Somehow, the topic of porn came up, and after I revealed my porn past, he revealed the same about himself. He said he had did a movie for Treasure Island Media a few years ago. I was not surprised. Knowing me, it might have been me to bring up the subject of porn, then tell of my past in it to get him to explain his tattoo of Treasure Island Media's signature logo of a skull and crossed-swords.

The movie he was in was titled "In The Flesh". In that movie, he went by the name "Angelo". He said he never fucked in the scene as a top or bottom, and that he was in a bathroom giving oral. While he did give a great blowjob, what my ass just endured twice (at that point) from his dick made me feel honored to been able to feel his talent as a top without the rest of the porn-viewing public being able to guess how great he is.

Way before this however, back when we were making out, I was considering topping him. So after making out for a bit in the afterglow of this fuck, I eventually asked him if I could top him. He was quick to state him being ok with it. He then asked me if I wanted to do it there in the video lounge on that sofa, or go into a booth. I chose to take him to a booth.

I took him to the largest and best lit booth. I took him there because I'm tired of seeing sex party patrons influenced by the aforementioned racist roles in porn. With whites only wanting to play voyeur to interracial sex if it's with a black guy being a gorilla nigger top. And if I name companies, it' unfortunate how one name included among them would be the very one Angelo worked for, Treasure Island Media. The sight of a black bottom with a white top for them and practically every other porn company is too rare a sight.

So my way to undo what we've been taught was by leaving them with the memory of us sucking each other, and fucking ....with him as a top going at me hard and deep. Even if they didn't stick around long to watch like I mentioned before, the mere sight of it for just a few seconds plants the seed in the mind of how a black guy as a bottom to a white man is possible, and can be just as beautiful as interracial sex with a black guy as a top, if not more so. So I took away the beauty of what we were going to do, as a means to more so undo what porn had trained them to accept.

He loved my cock just as much as I loved his. I won't go into details about my topping him, but anyone outside the door of that booth got quite an auditory show. It was enough that when we stopped, someone tried to come in, but undoing the hook-lock. They never entered enough for us to see them. So I leaned a little forward to kick it shut, then got up to put the lock back on.

We again laid there basking in the after-glow of sex with a formula that was quickly becoming our thing: Fuck a bit, savor it, fondle each other, then fuck again. And the last component of that is exactly what happened.

Once I felt the urge in him I laid on my back and raised my legs. I dabbed my hole with lube because I wanted his pre-cum to play a strong component to being my lube. So he aimed his wet, raw cock at my hole, and went in. And once he felt the resurrected tightness of my hole around his dick again, he pounded me mercilessly. I think what make sex with us catch guys' attention was how regardless of who was topping, neither one of us was silent. Our fucking was a constant overlapping of moans saying "God, I love your ass!" with "God, I love your cock!", or "Gimme that dick!" with "Oh, fuck yessss!"

Then it finally happened. He came. He shot his load in me, thrusting so hard into me with his orgasm that if I was a woman, no doubt his sperm would have met at least one eggs, if not several. Hence the term for a guy cumming in a bottom's ass during bareback sex, "BRED".

And before I conclude, let me address those still waging a bareback vs. condom sex war, and their claim of the shame I should feel for having bareback sex by way of this tweet:

#Bareback #sex... #Condom sex... I'm not proud that I do both. Nor am I ashamed. I'm just glad that while #stigma isn't gone, there is less.

— LeNair Xavier (@LeNairXavier) October 1, 2016

Moving on,...We again laid there basking in the afterglow. This time, we were exhausted, and rightfully so. My hole drained his balls of jizz that had been building for who knows how long, while his intense topping made my feet have to re-learn how they felt to be against a floor.

Soon after, I called it a night. Basking in not only the sex, but the stand I took against being considered worth watching only if I'm a top by denying sex party patrons the sight of it when I did top. And until I see our community change their view on a black guy being a bottom, if I can, I think I will continue to make that my m.o. The same way I'm still going commando after advising all black men to do in "Black Guys Wear Underwear, Too". Proof that I do practice what I preach.

It's easy for me to take that stand because my being watched while fucking at a sex party/backroom is not a necessity. Nor is it a desire. It is just simply a part of the sex party/backroom scene that I accept, but I am more than willing to avoid it if the opportunity presents itself. Especially when it's to fight stifling imagery drilled into our heads.

And due to the roles we've been told we must play based on color/ethnicity, that might be a necessary move to make so that guys can learn to expect versatility from all colors and ethnicities. Thereby see that we blacks can play all positions in sex just like white boys. So until then, I'll strive more to let them see live what they see too little of in porn....

A black man ready, willing, able, and hungry to ride the entire skin  rainbow of ass and cock.

Sex Party Etiquette: Don't Play Condom Police

I recently attended a Hot Milk NYC sex party, and something happened that really annoyed me.

As soon as I walked in the door, I saw this short, older guy with a fit body wearing a jockstrap. He looked at me with a welcoming stare. And looking at his body, I immediately told myself, "We're gonna fuck."

After I got checked in and undressed, I went to the play area. He was immediately all over me. He obviously was into being hardcore, with grabbing, pulling my ass cheeks apart, and pulling on my nipples. I was getting turned off, and stopped him. So for a moment, I thought that my initial summation of what would transpire between us wasn't going to happen after all.

I decided to go take a break and get a drink. He was there, and seeing my ass in my jockstrap, he came over and whispered to me, "Damn, you have a nice ass.

"Thank you", I replied.

"Yeah. Man, I'd fuck the shit out of you."

Since it's been so long since I bottomed, if he changed his aggressiveness in the next few minutes, I would have been more than willing to see if he was all talk. Well, my wish came true. About his degree of aggressiveness at least.

For later, he came back at me. He was calmer, not as physically aggressive. Being appreciative of this change, plus feeling that bare ass while making out with him, I got tired of waiting to fuck. So we laid on this blanket on the floor. But I wasn't the bottom. He was. For he grabbed my cock, put it inside him, and rode it for a little bit, but I wasn't comfortable. So we changed positions. He got on all fours, and I fucked him from behind. While I was topping him, he went down to lay his stomach, and I fucked his ass, with his soft ass cheeks hitting against my groin. He then changed position again. This time making me do a pile driver. Each position made my dick get rock hard feeling his ass while fucking his hole. During all of this, the area was getting darker and darker because of guys crowding around, whose attention was most likely brought onto us because of this guy's verbal bottoming.

Immediately after, this guy, a total stranger, came up to me and asked, "Did you use a condom?"

It took every fiber of my being to not pimp-slap that fool. So me proceeding to the bathroom to do my ritual washing of myself after sex at a sex party whether I used a condom or not in addition to being sanitary, became a means to distract myself from this guy's intrusiveness.

For who was this person to ask me if I had used a condom? My best friends don't even ask me that question when I tell them of my sexual escapades. So with this guy being a total stranger, you know he was out of line. Plus after his previous attempt to touch me earlier, my kind removal of his hand made it obvious that I wasn't interested in him. Well, if there was any hope of me changing my mind, that intrusion by trying to play Condom Police put that possibility on permanent lockdown. For him being a stranger asking me if I had used a condom made him go from being a somebody to a NOBODY.

Even if he knew who is was from this blog, then he would have known that I stand by my sentiment that condom use is a matter of choice. So if I used a condom, that's my choice. If I didn't use a condom, that's my choice, too. And God forbid something happens after, then I will have to deal with the fallout. And I have made it my reputation to publicly own my fuck-ups. However, no matter what possessed him to ask me about my condom use, he was way the hell out of line.

Keeping the fact in mind that we are adults, and condom use being a matter of choice, if you're going to host a sex party, you can state whether or not you want safer-sex, barebacking, or both at your party. And as adults most would and should comply. In your home, yes. Doing at a venue, if you're going to assign people to be the Condom Police, then you're going too far, and shouldn't be a sex party host. For rules about condom use should be reported by the patron who was approached or initially unknowingly entered by a rule-breaker, and no one else. Not an eyewitness, because that eyewitness could simply be an envious queen wanting the dick/ass they've been denied because of that patron having sex telling them "no", or because of their own shyness to approach the person.

So I know some of you are still wondering as to whether or not I used a condom. Well, if I put it on blast that this guy being a stranger made him out of line, and that my real world best friends don't even ask such a question, then it's safe to say that you shouldn't even bother asking. For no disrespect, but you, my virtual friends are just a step above a stranger. So my silence on the matter is not out of shame. It's merely me guarding my personal space.

PROOF I Don't Owe You A Feel Or Fuck

To close out my weekend, I went to the ManMeat (formerly known as Milk Chocolate NYC) after-hours sex party. It seemed that the Black guys there were wondering why I wouldn't play with them. Well, I already had reasons that pushed me to write "Black Guys, I Don't Owe You A Feel OR A Fuck!". And unfortunately, there were other "fine" specimens who were stupid enough to find my lack of interest hard to believe by confirming what I wrote with actions that cemented my views.

1)When you check your clothes, check your fuckin' hat, too! So many Black guys follow this that they all look the same in that dim light. And you can easily tell that it's a "Black thing". For if you take all of these ethnicities there, and how many of them are wearing caps, the percentage of Black guys is the highest by a very large margin. This may be a personal peeve for me. For I'm a common sense person, and I know that small as a cap may be, it can limit how much you can do with a playmate without having to worry about it falling off, getting in the way. But why are they wearing it in the first place? Some do it just because. But with so many in one ethnic group doing it, you can't help to surmise that it's a cultural thing. My feeling is why wear a symbol of a culture that's going to get in the way of your fun. Like I said, I'm a common sense guy, so I know I'm Black, the place is dimly lit, I'm not the only Black guy in the room, and that a cap takes away from your individual body outline. Therefore, if I go walking around with my hat on as a Black culture symbol, and others do the same, I can't easily be told apart from anyone else. And I pride myself on my individuality.

2)One Black guy was wearing not one, but TWO pairs of underwear. Yes, you read correct. TWO PAIRS OF UNDERWEAR SIMULTANEOUSLY. One of them sagging. Are you fuckin' shitting me? Call me "cocky" all you want. But do you really think I'm going to give my body to some stupid ghetto trash nigger who even at a sex party can't give the ghetto trash nigger concept of "sagging" a break?! And he looks at me weird when I back away from him, or move his hand. This made me so close to screaming, "Mother fucka, you look like you just stepped out another cheap ass ethnic porn video! Which makes you ghetto trash, which makes me too good for you! Stop following that stupidity, then maybe your chocolate stick can meet and fill my chocolate hole. For your individuality brings you further up to my level. But right now, your heart, your mind, your soul, and your dick are all too small. Thank you!"

3)It's been awhile since I bottomed. So I was so glad to finally come across someone who wanted to top me, and lay some pipe in my ass. It just happened to be a fit White guy. Maybe it was my hunger for cock in my hole, but as far as I'm concerned, he gave me the fuck of my life. And he could have gave it to me for hours. And this was just a quick Round One.
After that Round One however, there was this one muscular Black guy with dreadlocks who is known for having a big dick who wanted a go after the White guy. I never even saw his dick. I only knew it was him by the reaction of other guys he topped prior, and his joyful "Yeah"'s for hurting a bottom upon entry. Not asking my permission. He just went gunning for me as if it's my job to stay with my back arched and comply. For that reason alone, he was a TOTAL TURN-OFF to me. And don't think your big dick intimidates me. The fact that I've been double-penetrated should be proof of how it doesn't. But his ego...DISGUSTS ME!
He epitomizes EVERYTHING I hate about the images of Black guys put out in gay porn. From his no-ass having gym-body to his overcompensating ego and sense of entitlement because of this big dick. So much so, that he had the fuck-faced audacity to act like I'm the one with an attitude problem when I moved away from him. Well, he needs to cash this reality check, and if you know him (or someone like him), pass these words on to him:

You having a big dick, doesn't mean that every one who bottoms is to be at your beck and call. For not every one is dumb enough to be a size queen. So in addition to having a big dick, thinking we should be at your beck and call makes you A big dick. Thank you!

After instances such as these, you can't possibly think that what I said in "Black Guys, I Don't Owe You A Feel, OR A Fuck!" was me exaggerating. Unless, you are low enough in self-esteem to comply to them, Black guy doing this behavior, or a nigger shit bitch non-Black who imitates it. So let me close with reminding those of my brothers who happen to be Black like me that we as a whole need to better present ourselves in the gay community, and society overall. And that includes at a sex party. Because this behavior is not cutting it.

My Dick Inside You Is Like A Fingerprint

When a bottom has his head on straight, and you're a good top, your dick is like a fingerprint to that bottom.

Such was the case at the ManMeat NYC sex party I attended recently.

The area was dark. I usually don't even bother trying to play in such areas of a party because the trolls make such darkness a free-for-all, thereby becoming intrusive. To the point that one might lose their cool and become violent in defending their personal space. Anyway, I walked around anyway. And then I saw it....this familiar tattoo.

His tattoo was so unique, that I couldn't help but know it was him. You see, back when I was volunteering at the sex party at 30 Lexington, I topped him. I fucked him a couple of times, mainly doggy style. So the design of that tattoo on his incredibly shapely muscular frame in dim light was engrained in my brain.

This time however, he was playing with someone else at that moment, and as much as I wanted to touch him and refresh his memory of who I was, I took the high road most guys don't seem to take, and left him alone. And it seemed to make for good karma. For a little while later, I was walking around, and we saw each other. He was alone this time, as was I. We were both naked, and started feeling each other up. I told him a couple of times that we had met before, but he never seemed to react. Most likely because the loud music prevented him from hearing me. We felt each other's cocks and asses. He then let my hard dick slipped in between his thighs. We were then standing there simulating sex with my cock sliding back and forth between his thighs and tickling his perineum, which drove him crazy (in a good way). While doing this, I massaged his ass, which seemed to drive him even more crazy.

He then said to me, "Why not go for the real thing?"

I said, "Okay." So we went over to this nearby mat.

He then said, "Then let's get a condom, and some lube."

I said, "Got it." Because always prepared and not too keen on the condoms and lube given at sex parties, I had brought from home, packets of lube in one sock and condoms in the other.

He suddenly got down, and started sucking my already hard cock. As good as he was, this was not the amazing orifice on his body that I wanted my cock to fill. It's was his ass. So I eventually led him up, and started topping him doggy style.

His ass still felt amazing, just as it did when I fucked him at that other party. I fucked his hole and he fucked my dick for a good while with many coming over to watch. I'm surprised that I didn't shoot a load. Although I'm sure along with the creeps who I had been moving the hands of all night interrupting my flow,  the condom also played a part. I'm not complaining because in this case, I can see that a condom would help me to last longer in an amazing ass such as his. More so than if we ever had a private 1-on-1 without the sex party audience, and unwanted creep-hands. When I stopped fucking him, he asked me if I had cum. I told him I didn't, and he was happy to hear that because he said that he wanted more later. And truth is,....so did I.

I found myself sweating like a pig afterwards. Again, that's not a complaint. For I love sweaty sex, and I find someone cringing over it to be a sign of a lesser and inhumane idea of the human male body's reaction to sex. Anyway, I told him that I needed some air, so I got out of the groping crowd, and did my post-fucking ritual of washing off after each sex party playtime. Sex in mine or my playmate's apartment is sex I like to stay sweaty and bask in.

Later on, we ran into each other again. And we immediately started feeling each other up again. He started to ask, "Did you used to go to a party----?"

With my recalling him not hearing me before about the fact that we had met before, I interrupted continuing, "----at 30 Lexington Avenue?"

He replied, "Yes!"

I told him that I mentioned to him before that we met before, and he said that he didn't hear me as I had mentioned before figuring out. He said that he knew the way I fucked him felt familiar. This meant a lot to me since in my versatility, I've said numerous times I've always felt I was a much better bottom than top.

I went to sit in the lounge for a bit after to rest some more. When I came back, He said, "Round 2?" and I happily obliged. 

After this Round 2, we kissed and made out for a bit. He said that this time, he wanted to make sure that we exchanged numbers. This gave me a choice of doing it right then, or later. I decided on later because I felt that either one of us could easily lose the other's phone number on the paper we write it on since we were walking around naked, so the only place to put the number would have been our shoe - for both of us. So as much as it was a risk that we might miss each other again, I decide when one of us decided to leave, we'd simply just find the other one. Luckily, that worked out. I was standing around near the downstairs lounge area collecting myself when he came up to me, and told me that he was leaving soon.

I like when initiating a booty call is in either party's court. Instead, of the game-player's credo where they say, "Give me your number, and I'll text you", and they never text you, and with their overcompensating ego and power trip, they never gave you their number in the first place, and the other guy's naivete never asked. Another behavior pattern that justifies Karma making so many gay males wind up old and alone. Well, such behavior was not the case here. For when he told me he was leaving, we both went over to the bar, got pens and papers, and wrote each other's name and phone number down. Now, if we ever get around to using those numbers remains to be seen. For we both have lives outside of that party that we don't know about. But at least we made the effort to make that sexual magic happen again.

Evidently to him, my style of fucking created the chemistry that I've always felt one's style of fucking (be they top or bottom) should be....like a fingerprint. Like no other in the world. A style where if blindfolded, that dick inside you, or ass and pussy wrapped around your dick is totally familiar.

This also dispels the racist theory of those wanting to know what a Black cock is like by sampling just one. Because it's been at least 2 years since I fooled around with this guy. He's was with other guys the night I met him, and he (like I) has had other partners. YET, my Black cock stands out in his mind. Ergo, disproving the idea that all you need to do is sample just one and you're set on knowing what Black cock is like. For there are fucking styles influenced by individual history behind each dick with Blacks just like with every other ethnicity that you run to on the regular.

So the reason this guy has a shot at another go with me is because he knows....you don't know a dick by the color of its cover. And that's a lesson many need to learn.

Finally Busted Nut!

CONFESSION:  I shoot a load at least once a day, from either sex or jerking off, but usually from jerking off. So with the last time of me cumming being at a ManMeatNYC party from topping a guy, imagine the build up. For I was so busy thereafter with writing posts and editing my promo video for "Kiss....The Rainbow", that I hadn't cum for 2.5 days. No jerk before work of the morning wood, or beat before I sleep on those nights. And that's a lot when you normally shoot at least one load a day. It makes you paranoid, and fear the onset of blue balls.

This video is the result of me finally being done enough that I could peacefully beat off and bust a nut. So I set us my HD webcam, and put on a show. And in 6 minutes I cut to the chase giving you ass & body close-ups, dry-humping, jerking off, dick growth, cumshot, cum-eating, and cum-stained abs. Meanwhile, websites are charging you stupid amounts of money to see a whole bunch of overly drawn-out jerk-offs.

Enjoy playing voyeur to my much-needed quick beat of my meat. ;-)

Tasting HOT Milk Again

I may have been banned from the sex at 30 Lexington Avenue, but while I'm still single, that hasn't stopped me from attending a good sex party. Especially one that I approve of enough to give its own category to. So much has been going on when I attend a Milk Chocolate NYC party, that as soon as I'm about to write a blog post about it, I go to another party with that gives me more to write. So I thought that I would write this post giving you the highlights of each of the recent parties I attended.

First off, it's been awhile since I had been to a Milk Chocolate NYC party. Between my important blog posts, podcast creating, and severing my ties with Dimitri, the space owner/host of Friday night sex party, Inferno (formerly Olympus, then Testosterone, but always secretly Raw Pork), I pulled away from sex parties and began having more fun privately. You see, sex parties are NOT a must for me to get laid. They're just a live playground for my exhibitionist side.

Week 1: On the 1st trip returning to the Milk Chocolate NYC party, I was getting undressed slowly because I was chatting with the host and the attendants. As I was getting down to my underwear, another patron walked in. The guy looked at me, as if he was checking me out, but I wasn't sure if that was the case. During his time checking in, I realized that this new arrival also knew the host well enough to hold a conversation. And during that conversation, he still occasionally glance over at me, just as he did when he first walked in. I stayed in the check-in area long enough to see him get undressed, and saw that he had a great ass. Having no idea if he was a top, bottom, or versatile, I didn't care. But if he was into me as I had suspected, be it his lips, tongue, dick, and/or ass, I wanted whatever piece of him he was willing to offer.

As soon as I went to the play area, I was approached. I got felt up, and groped. As I was in the midst of this, the new arrival from the front area came back there. I didn't take long for him to be approached either. It quickly became a group thing with the guys on me fooling with the guys on him, then we began making out with each other. So it turns out my suspicion of him being into me was right. While one hand was rubbing the head of the guy sucking my dick, I used my free hand to reach for the new arrival's plump ass. Which was a tough choice to make, because I wanted to fondle his dick, too. But being human, I only have 2 hands, so I had to make do. Eventually, as in most cases such as this, the group broke up, and we went our separate ways.

Later on, me and the new arrival ran into each other again. He knew that I wanted him. He then asked me if I wanted to fuck him. I told him I did. So we went over to the bed, and he laid on his back. Since I immediately positioned myself over him, he thought I was going to fuck him bareback. What he didn't realize was that when I go to sex parties, I bring my own condoms and lube packets and stuff them in my socks. So when he got on his back, he was glad to see one hand reach in my sock for lube, and then reach in the other sock for a condom. I put the condom on and put my hard cock in his tight ass, and started fucking him. I thrusted into him, and it got so passionate that I got closer and closer to his face with each thrust, then kissed him, then buried my head at his side and kissing his neck. And once I got that close, he held me tightly to him. As good as his tight hole felt, this didn't last long.

It didn't last long because of the reason I hate fucking missionary at sex parties. Unknown hands that too often prove to be unwanted hands interrupted us. At their initial touch, I just kept fucking, but once I got a glimpse of who some of these guys were, my dick went limp. So we had to call it quits...for now

After a few playmates later, we ran into each other again. He asked me if I wanted to try again. No doubt in my mind that I did. We went to one of the other beds, and he positioned himself to be fucked doggy-style. I still had a bit of exhaustion from my vigorous fucks with others in between, but I knew I was had enough in me to fuck him some more. But this time to the point of cumming. Then as I tried to enter him, I remembered something I wanted to do so badly that my subconscience made it distract me from keeping my hard-on ---- I wanted to eat his ass. Soon as I started tonguing his hole, my dick got rock hard. So I got back up and started fucking him again. He wanted to jerk off and come, so he got up and went over to the wall, with me still inside him the entire time. I continued fucking his ass and he my dick. Since the space was too small, the guys there couldn't see much of how his ass bounced as I banged into it from behind. So their consolation prize was to get turned on by the slapping sounds of my groin and his bubbly ass constantly colliding. Then he started moaning louder and louder. He was cumming. When he came, his sphincter tightened around my dick, and brought me that much closer to cumming as I was drawing close. So I pulled out, threw the condom into a small wastebasket just to the left of us, jerked off using some of the cum from his freshly creaming dick while kissing him and squeezing his ass, and then I shot my load into the wastebasket. My hand wreaked of jizz afterwards. And I loved the fact that I couldn't tell whose jizz I was smelling.

Afterwards, I finally got to ask him a question I wanted to ask him from the moment I heard him speak. Because of his accent, I asked him where he was from. It turns out he's from Romania. Hmmm, European and seeming to have much less of an aversion to chocolate than American Whites. ...Why was I not surprised? But happier than a pig in slop at the end result.

Week 2: So much happened upon my 2nd trip back since my hiatus. First off, I brought along an FWB of mine. He told me in a chat that the next time I go to a sex party to let him know, because he might want to go. So after the sexy turn out that I saw at my initial return, I felt that he might like this group.

What I wasn't aware of was that my FWB was more of a voyeur at sex parties, which is cool. Not all of us can be show-offs like myself. Hence why, with the exception of my groping his ass while giving him a blowjob at one point, no one got a show of what we've been like together where he fucks my ass so that I need to do Kegels in the shower, in the bed (if I stay over), and on the train ride home. But as it turned out, he did have his own fun. So much so that I never saw him leave. Maybe I was too busy with one of my other moments.

This is not one of the most joyful moments, but it does deserve to be noted as a highlight from the lesson to be learned. At the 1st party of my return, this one, and the next, I was a top. If my FWB wanted to fuck, I would have went back to bottoming in a split second. There was a Black guy there who wanted to top me. He was good-looking, but there was a problem. As I've said before, as a top, I am passionate and aggressive, but my bottom never feels like I'm raping them, which is what I see too many Black guys do, especially when they get hold of a non-Black person. And this Black guy was one of those guys who I witnessed fucking like he was raping his bottom. Later, he asked if I would bottom and I told him most likely not tonight. So when he said if I change to let him know, rather than go into this whole speech about my disapproval of what I saw of him, I just smile and said, "OK".

What I didn't count on was someone from my past showing up who I wanted to bottom for. As soon as this reunion top started to fuck my ass, the Black guy wanted in. I saw the 2 of them talking, while I had an idea, I wasn't sure about what. And if it was what I thought, I wasn't going to be happy about that reunion. Once the reunion top was done, the Black guy was trying to rush into my hole. At no point while bottoming for the reunion top did I acknowledge him there, so this was not at all cool with me. Maybe before showing up at the party, he should have read my Sex Party Etiquette post about this very thing.

After the party, the Black guy was a bit annoyed by how he never got to top me, citing race as the reason. Because you see, the reunion top was White. Truth be told, race was not the reason. Because if he was a White guy fucking his bottoms like that, I still wouldn't have wanted him topping me. Maybe it's what I said in "The Dirty Word Report" about the history of slavery being sexualized, but my observations have seen that overly aggressive brand of fucking to come more so from Blacks.

Also, as it turned out, that discussion between the two of them was actually just what I thought. They were discussing taking turns on me. The problem with this? ...IT'S MY BODY, SO WHEN THE FUCK WAS I GOING TO BE LET IN ON THIS "DISCUSSION". For when I bottom, I'm not one of those self-loathing bottoms who assume the position for any dick to slide on it, so much so that even with a condom, you should fear that the latex of a condom is going to melt on your dick. Because heaven only knows what corrosive combo that nasty bottom has crawling up in him for letting any old dick in. So for treating me as such, the reunion top has very likely had his last reunion fuck with me.

Again, not the best part of the night, but it had to be told as a reminder.

Back to the good stuff. All of the attendants at the Milk Chocolate NYC parties tend to be HOT. And before this last incident transpired, I did get to have fun with one attendant. I was sitting in the lounging area of the party taking a break when this cute guy with red briefs walked in. I almost ignored him, then I realized that he was the new attendant that I was eyeing when I walked in. So when he made his way to the back, I waited a few seconds, then decided my break was over. I found him in the 1st play area after the lounge area just sitting there. In the dim lights, we looked at each other. Nervous of whether or not he was interested, I slowly moved closer. Once I was standing next to him, he started groping me, and I started massaging his muscular shoulders. The more he groped me, the harder I became. And rather than let my dick be confined, I pulled the front of my underwear down and set it free. With this, he started sucking me off. He was actually very good at giving a blowjob. So between that and my hands massaging his beautiful head and body, my dick couldn't help but stay hard. But while I was enjoying the blowjob I was getting, my mouth was salivating to take in his cock and return the favor. So I once he took a slight pause on my cock, I went down on him and engulf his dick. Rubbing every part of his body that my hands could reach, from his ass, to his chest, to his back, to his thighs, to his calves while sucking his dick made me not want to suck him until his sprung his hot man-milk in either my mouth or on my body. However, we stopped before any of that happened, but at least I got the chance to play with like I had hoped from the second I laid eyes on him.

This isn't the 1st time that I've played with attendants at the Milk Chocolate NYC parties. In fact, I've bottomed for a couple. My most loyal readers might in fact remember how this time last year, the attendant I was fucking like rabbits with was Ty from "Sweet Reunions Over Milk Chocolate, Part 2".

Week 3: A tall, fit, hot bubble-butt Latino walked into the farthest and largest play area. When he walked in, he stopped and looked around right by these 2 guys sitting down talking to each other. They saw him the same time I did, and the way they were looking I was sure they were going to make a move right away, but neither of them did. The Latino then left and went to another play area. I though one or both of those 2 guys sitting would try going after him. Still, I tried pacing myself in trying to pursue him. So I waited about 20 seconds, and with neither of the 2 guys trying to go after him, I went to look for him. Evidently, the Latino didn't see anything he liked in the adjacent play area, because he was coming out of it as I was coming out of the farthest play area to look for him. We exchanged glances and "hellos", immediately started feeling on each other. Of course my hands went immediately to his juicy ass. He asked me if I wanted to play, and I'm sure you know my answer. So we went back into the farthest play area. He got on all-fours on the bed in the middle of the room, and I started fucking him from behind.

As I was fucking him, I could feel the eyes of  those 2 guys still sitting on the side burning a hole in my head. The fact that they were both closer to the Latino's body size than I was, I don't know if their stares were out of admiration or envy that my little frame was allowed to bang this big juicy ass that was a nice cushion to my groin with my every thrust. During the time after, I actually wound up fucking one of the guys that was sitting on the side watching.

Later on, I saw the Latino getting fucked in the adjacent play area that he had left when I 1st met him. He was again getting fucked doggy-style, this time on the sofa in that room. Someone was sitting next him, but suddenly left. I took this as a chance to get off on watching him get fucked from another angle besides the one I could see while I fucked him, so I sat in that spot. As soon as the Latino looked over and saw me, he reached for me to suck my dick and kiss me while this other guy was fucking him. Once that guy was done, the Latino then got up, and dressed up my cock, straddled me, and started riding me. I was not expecting this, and it happened so fast. But I don't begrudge that quick ride on my dick for 1 second. For at that moment, I was feeling that soft ass squeeze against my hands and thighs, with his uncut dick flopping against my stomach with each of his bounces.

So what adventures can be experienced at the New Year's Eve party I plan on attending? Well, if you have a fit enough body, maybe you should just send you pics & stats, then come see and experience some sexy adventures for yourself.

Fleeing Out Of Clothes Fleet Week Weekend

We are in the midst of a 3-day weekend. And it makes perfect sense as to why wherever I hang out this weekend, I'll be hanging out in close to nothing.

I was already at the latest Milk Chocolate Party NYC last night, trying to be the usual party motivational fucker. I haven't attended one of their parties for awhile, so I alot of making up to. Well, I kind of did just that since I did played with 4 guys. Sucked 1, topped 2, and bottomed for 1.

I've had sex with the guy I bottomed for before. He's a Latino with a massively thick cock. so huge that the Kegels I am doing as I write this post are a MUST. But after the usual 2 tries, he got inside me and fucked the hell out of me in missionary position, and whenever he stopped moving, I grinded on his cock. It was such an intense fuck that I found myself getting a headache. And not from my head hitting anything either. I think it was because his wet and sweaty muscular body on top of me was just blowing my mind so. Not too long after, the party shut down, and I called it a night. And I needed to, because my ass needed a break since I knew I'd be coming back the next night.

Tonight, I'll be at the same space but being an actual volunteer for a different party. The guys who bring you Sperm Sundays at The Cock are hosting a party that night. Appropriately enough named, "DIRTY PARTY".

Good thing I'm well-rested from last night. Because even though I'll be on duty, one never knows what can happen at these things. You walk in saying, "I'm going to be a good boy tonight." The next thing you know, you are being a good boy. It just happens to be that all of your behavior shows that you are a good boy.... in the sack.

Tomorrow night, it should be no surprise that you'll find me enjoying my underwear fetish by donning a pair of skimpy skivvies, and looking at all the cute boys in their undies at Daniel Nardicio's CAMP BUCK Underwear Party at Rockbar. The "Camp" is referring to it being a Special Boy Scout Edition.

Pardon my drool.

You see, while I can go for a guy in uniform, what has me drooling is the thought of seeing how many guys could look better OUT of that uniform. Because with some guys, clothes are such a distraction from their sex appeal that less is more.

And as an added bonus to at midinght, there are plans for a secret performance by Peaches of "Fuck The Pain Away" fame.

With plans like these, there is no doubt that I will be fleeing out of my clothes this Fleet Week weekend. So in whatever state of dress you see me in this weekend, be sure to say "Hi"....

....Even if I'm in a position where all I can do is wink. ;-)

Signs of 2011 D.P. Fruition?

I have been blogging about wanting to be double-penetrated by 2 hot tops for the longest. In fact, that's what started the creation of my "Double-Penetration" category. As for whether or not it has ever come to fruition...I've come close, but still no 2 cigars.

I can report however that before the end of 2010, I've had 2 encounters at Milk Chocolate NYC parties that make me get the feeling that my double-penetration fantasy may soon become a reality.

The 1st such party had this muscular Latino that every bottom at the party seemed to want a piece of. He was also good-looking. But since I practice what I preach therefore was finding my own fun, I was so into my own fun that I was never able to discover what else besides his looks and physique made him such a massive draw. Well, as they say, "Patience is a virtue". And my patience paid off eventually.

Me and one of the volunteers at the party were talking. Then the Latino came over after topping another conquest. We started flirting a bit, and talking about all the action he was getting. His cock was out, and I copped a feel. My reaction, you ask?...

...I thought to myself, "OH MY GOD!!!!" Maybe it was the shock, but it seemed as if his 1 dick was about as thick as 2 of mine. Now the mystery was solved as to why all those bottoms wanted him in  their ass. Those bottoms were size-queen bottoms. But they got exactly what they deserved for being size-queens.

For when I touched his cock and saw how massively thick it was, I started getting memory flashes. Those kind of memory flashes that show you things that you didn't realize that you were committing to memory, but your sub-conscience knew would be relevant later on. Such as how during some of the many guys the Latino fucked, the bottom got to the point where they couldn't take it anymore, or couldn't take it at all. I was so busy doing my own thing, that I didn't make it an important thing to consciously take note of. But evidently, my sub-conscience took note of it because it foresaw an upcoming moment.

The volunteer saw the Latino's huge cock as well. We both looked at each other in amazement. When the Latino left to go wash off from that conquest, me and the volunteer talked about how that cock made us nervous to take it on. Then as the volunteer went back to his volunteering duties, the Latino came over to me, and put the moves on me. And it was like an out-of-body experience, with me watching myself in utter shock...when I heard myself agree to go to the bed with him.

So now, while I was wondering am I going to be the next bottom saying, "No more, please!", something in me said that I wouldn't.

The Latino put on a condom while I put A LOT of lube on my asshole. Then I put lube on his dressed-up cock so I could feel that monster once more before preparing my mind and body for taking it in. That is, if I could take it in.

With me assuming the position for doggy-style, the Latino went for it. And while the 1st try didn't make it, to my surprise, the 2nd one did. Once inside me, he fucked me, and fucked me hard. The muscles in his crotch were banging up against my ass so hard, I knew that if not by my sphincter, my ass cheeks were going to surely be feeling this fuck-session by morning and the next few days after. Well, it was obviously good to him, for he then wanted me on my back to fuck me missionary. And I took full advantage of the view and feel of those muscles wet with sweat from his vigorous pounding, and playing with his nipples that were erect like his throbbing cock inside me.

And that throbbing is why we stopped. For we stopped not because I couldn't take him fucking my ass anymore. Quite the contrary. It was because he couldn't take my ass fucking his dick anymore, and he didn't want to come just yet. And it was a shame to end it when it did, because unlike most of those size-queen bottoms, I was ready to go the distance. Also, the Latino was actually the rare breed of being a big dicked man who knows how to fuck. And  I can give a fair critique on this because I'm not a size-queen whose rectum is so stretched out that only a long and/or thick cock can reach the nerve endings that let one feel like they're getting a good fuck.

The 2nd party was about a week or two later. It was at the party that I mentioned in a previous post telling how Ty and myself let out our sexual tensions from our photoshoot together. Before the last of the 4 times we fucked, Ty asked me if I've ever been double-penetrated. We were going to give it a try with this Black guy that was there, but the Black guy at the time didn't get hard enough to get in my tight hole. The Black guy did eventually get his needed boner to get into me. Ty fucked another volunteer because he was so turned on by it. And me and the Black guy went at it so long that after we were done, I came out to find the host, Cade and all the volunteers standing around. That's when Cade broke the news to me saying, "We're all waiting for you."

So it turns out that me and the Black guy shut the party down.

With that 1st tryst putting my hole to the test, then the suggestion of a double-penetration so soon after that tryst, all coming so close to the end of 2010, I'm taking those as signs that this year, 2011 will be the year that a double-penetration will finally come to fruition for me.

What I need now are 2 hot guys willing to rub their 2 hot throbbing sticks together, and start a pleasing fire in my hole.

And while it's not a requirement, it would be nice if I could record it for all to see. Because porn studios make it seem as if getting your ass double-penetrated is a White guy thing. However, by my blog post on the matter, you know that some sweet Black asses want to be double-stuffed as well. So wouldn't you like some video as further proof?

Just putting the idea out there. After all, this year I do turn "The Big 4-0".

;-)

Party Sex In Rainbows

When I uploaded the picture on your right to Twitpic, the caption I made for it said:

Maybe not this position, but a lot of my sex starts like this....light-complexioned hands on my ass. ;-)


Well last weekend at the Milk Chocolate NYC party, this was one night where a variety of colored hands were on my ass starting off the sex. I've written about some trysts there before, but this one being on the heels of my poetry reading, reminded me of one particular poem from that poetry reading. So much so that this was a story I had to tell.

Once there, I went to the upstairs party area. I saw this tall, slim, and young White guy bent over getting fucked by more built White guy of average height. I didn't know who I wanted to be more, the top or the bottom. The top didn't seem interested in me. He wasn't rude by doing something like throwing my hand off the very second I touch him like the most racist in faggotry do. Instead, he just didn't react, so I took the hint. The tall and slim bottom however, reached for my now hard cock, and after the other White guy fucked him, he went down on me. And he was good. In fact, I seem to have found a good number of guys who can give good head lately.

It turns out he was there with an older guy. The older guy knew I wanted to fuck his young friend, and he let me. I suited up, and pounded his ass. The more I felt his smooth soft cheeks, and looked down to see them bounce from my thrusts, the more I couldn't decide if I should fuck him to the point of cumming, regardless of the fact that I hadn't been at the party for even 30 minutes yet. I did know that if I did shoot a load this fuck-a-round, that my stamina was good enough to easily go for Round 2 as a bottom, or a top. But while I decided not to fuck to the point of shooting a load, the sight and feel of that beautiful ass and his moans did make me fuck him harder before calling it quits on him.

While I was fucking the young White guy, a dark-skinned Black guy about my height and build who was getting sucked off reached over and started rubbing on my chest. In that dim light, he obviously had a vibe that made an impression on me. Because after fucking the White guy, I washed myself off a bit. I then went back into the room, and the Black guy was standing against the wall while a group of guys were gathered on and around the bed. I saw the Black guy, considered him, but in my being draw to group sex, I went over to the bed instead. But even then, the Black guy was on my mind the entire time.

I saw the group around the bed, and for once found myself not wanting to be in the midst of the sexual clutter. So I went back to the Black guy, but by this time a White guy was fooling around with him. So I leaned up against the wall and watch. Obviously the Black guy still wanted me, because he brought me into the mix to where he was now sandwich between me and the White guy, with the White guy against the wall, and him facing me. While the White guys was touching us both and I was enjoying it, this time, again for once, I was getting the feeling that 3 hot guys together (even though into each other) was a crowd. I guess the White guy felt the same, because he slipped out from against the wall, and left us to ourselves. And I think we must have both wanted that, because that's when we really went at each other.

What was odd about this intense attraction for me was that fact that he was dark-skinned. It's not that I don't find dark-skinned guys attractive. But as I've said before, my artistic eye is drawn to the color contrast, so I usually go for guys lighter than myself. But I have repeatedly said that I would never rule out the possibility of being with a guy my complexion or darker. Well, this night put me to a test that I never saw coming.

He rubbed my chest, and I rubbed his. I worked my way down to his ass, and OH MY GOD!!!! It was so nice and juicy. Then he started to feel my ass in return. Usually in a make-out session, my ass gets grabbed first. So he turned the tables, and I was loving it. His dick was rock-hard, and I kept making out with him. But in all honesty, I wanted to fuck. My making out was really 2 things: (1)getting up the nerve to say that I wanted to fuck NOW, and (2)buying time to decide that once given the green-light, which position do I offer to be for him first, top or bottom.

I took a risk, and offered to be his bottom. This is a risk, because usually after being a bottom with a versatile guy who wants a flip-fuck, my knack for picking good tops makes me get fucked so good and hard that I'm in no mood (or sometimes no condition) to top afterwards. So for me to bottom then top, like I did in my video "Tre Xavier with Lucky Irish" is a rarity.

He asked if I had a condom, and I reached into my sock and got one, as well as my Wet lube - all of which I brought from home, because I don't care much for the Lifestyle lube that they have there. I lubed up his cock a bit bare, then again with the condom on. Then I put lube on my ass and prepare my mind for his nice-sized cock. I laid on my back to be fucked missionary so I could grab that ass while getting fucked. Because of my tight hole, it took him awhile to get in because he wasn't 100% hard. Once in, for whatever reason, he couldn't stay hard. I thought maybe being in missionary wasn't working for him, so I opted for doggy-style. He got hard, but still couldn't stay hard. But I still wanted in that ass, so I prepped my cock the same way I prepped his.

My dick was like a heat-seeking missile that night. Because like the White guy, he also had a nice tight hole that was followed by a tunnel warm to my cock. Between that warmth and the sight of his 2 dark chocolate-covered pear-shaped ass cheeks surrounding my dick, I couldn't help but bang the fuck out of him. This was another sweet hole that I had to pace myself with or else I was going to bust a but soon after entry. So I did him the same way I did the tall, slim White guy earlier - gave him some even harder bangs, then called it quits. He apologized for his hard-to-maintain hard-on, and I told him it wasn't a problem. Because there have been days when it has happened to me as well.

Next was a Latino, who was also close to my size and build. We first came in contact while I was making out with someone else who I can't recall because all we did was make out. When me and my make-out partner parted ways, I returned the favor from the Latino and started to suck on him. My mouth was quite shocked to have to open up so wide for this thick dick on this simply toned  and shorter frame. After showing how good my hole above the waist can be to his dick, he decided he wanted his cock to now fill my hole below my waist. So from my sock, another condom and more lube gone, he dressed up his dick, and let me have it. Missionary, doggy-style, and on my stomach - not once, but twice. Even as a versatile guy, who when I bottom is a self-proclaimed power-bottom, I have no idea how I took those 2 passionate poundings from him. And was considering taking more pounding from his big-cocked Latino friend.

Things with his friend didn't work out. After I wash off a bit, I came back to find another guy was sucking him off. He made eye contact with me to show that his plan was to fuck me after. However, after the guy stopped sucking on him, he went to the restroom. While he was in the restroom, after thinking he would be a no-show, a fuck-buddy that I had invited to the party finally showed up. My fuck-buddy started sucking me off. Then the other Latino came back and wound up occupied elsewhere. My fuck-buddy was making me hornier by the second. Especially after seeing an Asian guy come up behind him, and start fucking him while he was sucking me off. So after that, I wanted my turn at his hole.

My fuck-buddy is about a year older than me, and has an amazing body, which includes a hot dancer's butt. I fucked him doggy-style while he sucked off another guy on the bed. Neither of us came. The party was winding down, so we decided to leave. Once outside, my fuck-buddy invited me over to his place, and I accepted.

We got back to his place, and had some glasses of white wine, talked for a bit. Then he put on some music, and did what we always do - fucked like rabbits. This time, he was the top. He fucked me so good, then when he was about to come, I tightened my sphincter around his dick to squeeze out every last bit of his jizz.

The next morning, as with most guys I've slept with (be they a trick or a guy I'm dating), I was the first to wake up. Once he made a turn and saw me awake, he started playing with my cock. He made me get rock-hard, then straddled me as I laid on my back, and put my cock in his ass. We took turns between me thrusting hard into his hole, and him riding my cock. He was jerking off the entire time, and when he shot his load, he leaned back to let it shoot on his stomach. Afterwards, he got up to clean off, but not before I took some of his cum to use it as lube to jerk off.

While feeling his hot body, it didn't take long for me to shoot. And I shot my load all the way up to my chest. It had to be the tension I had built up from me having a night of living the dream sex I talk about in my poem "Sex In Rainbows". Because I walked into the sex party and right away I dipped my chocolate into the vanilla of a White guy, then went to the sweetest dark chocolate brown in a Black guy, then went to a boost from tasting the mocha brown coffee of a Latino. So this was a night where I lived the motto of a Skittles commercial and "tasted the rainbow". Although this rainbow was more like one you would find at Starbucks, it still had some sweet flavors that we all should not deny ourselves of feasting on.

Maybe then we'll be deserving of the equality so many of us keep demanding. For then, we'll be practicing what we preach.