Sex Party Etiquette: BYOG (Bring Your Own Gear)

In some of my past sex tales and "Sex Party Etiquette" posts, I have told of certain practices of mine for sex parties and backrooms. However, I have yet to dedicate an entire post to why I do them so that the message of how necessary these things are sinks in as more than a passing thought. That is, until now.

Every sex party I've ever went to, one annoying method I keep seeing are guys being unable to go straight from foreplay to sex because they don't have certain things with them. It is their own fault. After all, every sex party I've been to demands you to wear socks at the least. So instead of being little boys trying to be fashionable around your ankles, since they are playing in a man's world, they should be men, and come with the proper gear tucked away inside their socks. Failure to do this might also explain why sex parties and backrooms might be big components to what has lead to the supposed statistic of barebacking being on the rise. It's because guys are not taking it upon themselves to do as I have for quite some time. That being I have long made it a habit of investing my money in going to sex parties and bars being not only for the admission fee, but also to have these things in tow:

1) Condoms - Why you should always have them is tow is self-explanatory. Also, while I still maintain my position that barebacking is a matter of choice, and while even HIV (and other STIs) are no longer death sentences, if you or your playmate decide to play safe, it is best to be prepared. Especially, considering where you are going, and what could transpire...or one could transmit.
2) Lube - Another thing pretty self-explanatory. After all, contrary to what some bottoms may tell you about their ass getting wet from excitement, males are NOT self-lubricating. And this is 2014, so we don't have to do even the half-assed spit lube Heath Ledger gave Jake Gyllenhaal in "Brokeback Mountain". Again, if you know you're going somewhere to fuck, as a top or bottom, it's common sense to bring these things with you. It makes more sense then getting ready to fuck, and one of you has to walk through a sex party's crowd of fellow fuckers and voyeurs because the party-provided lube is yards away. To avoid this dilemma, you can easily buy travel size packets at porn shops, or sex shops like The Pleasure Chest where I work.
3) Cockring - I personally don't find cockrings comfortable, but some guys either do, or suffer through them for the sake of fucking more than one guy. Since best sex parties allows equal representation of the rainbow of men.
4) Enhancement pills - Taken such a pill is a good idea if you have erectile dysfunction and/or are not normally multi-orgasmic. And with so many hot guys available, you might find yourself unable to have just one.
Also, having this "in tow" in this case means already inside you. For enhancement pills are to be taken beforehand in whatever time frame the instructions say. Because if you take it too soon before or during the party, your usual stamina and orgasm is what will be at the party. And you'll wind up with the badly timed pill-induced hard-on and stamina. Badly timed, because the party will be close to, or officially over when the pill kicks in.
Lastly with enhancement pills, be forewarned that you should not take them if you are also using poppers (which I FUCKIN' HATE!!!), taking heart pills, or any other kind of medication that contains nitrates.

I said earlier that I felt the need to write this post because of guys' bad habits. Well, there is an even greater reason. It's because the quality of most condoms and lube that many sex parties provide are the worst.

For here in NYC, I've heard many complaints about the breaking of those NYC condoms provided by sex parties and bars, and the lube these parties and bars provide drying up too fast. And both, the condoms and lube are products of Lifestyles.

With my past associations with One condoms, Wet lube, and now working at The Pleasure Chest, I have never been at a shortage of these things for free. Bu before that, I was investing in lube packets and condoms for the sake of having the best sexual experience one can have at a sex party. The same goes for enhancement pills, which I still invest in today to test and be able to pass on the word of which one(s) are worth your money. For with any of these things, a good time won't happen with low quality products.

Since this might explain why I have such good sex party and backroom stories, maybe now you'll go to sex parties, and take it upon yourselves to BYOG,....Bring Your Own Gear.

NEWS FLASH!!!! Black Guys DO Bottom

Long Overdue Screw

Some weeks ago, I went to the Friday night sex party that I used to volunteer for. I'm no longer associate myself with that party for reasons that are another story that I may or may not tell. But on to telling of one of the happier moments at that party.

This group thing was going on in a corner. I became part of it. I've mentioned before that I have an odd ability to see some degree well in the dark, and in the midst of that action, I saw a new face. He was gorgeous with a beautiful body, but he wasn't within my reach just yet. Once he was near me, someone else was feeling him up. He might have even been fucking him. By this time, we were closer. We saw each other and we locked in on each other. We started kissing. Then it became a situation that no matter what that other guy was doing to him already, he wanted more from me. So he left the other guy, and came to me. And instead of just kissing, we began hugging as well. Of course, not without the usual hands interrupting, on him mostly.

I couldn't tell if those hands were interrupting out of desperation to be accepted by this gorgeous man, or as much as I don't want to think it in 2011 (and even more so at that moment), were grabbing him because of them being White like he was, they felt "entitled" to have him more than I. Every Black man reading this that has been to a sex party with patrons of various ethnicities knows this to be a true occurrence at sex parties.

Anyway, I wasn't making it a contest, but he chose me. And we went over to the large chair, and I laid down on it. I may have been jumping the gun to think that he was a top, but as much as I liked the feel of groping his ass with my hands, at that moment I wanted my asshole and ass tunnel to grope his dick more.

He fucked me with everyone watching. The sex was mind-blowing. I'm not a drug-user, but that connection to one another's energy plus his strokes inside me made the sex feel as if I was high as a kite. Normally when I bottom, my dick isn't that hard if at all, but this time, it was harder than usual. And while groping his ass while he fucked me, a desire to flip the script was growing with my cock. I started fucking his ass, and laid him down on his stomach. His ass felt amazing. A warm fleshy cylinder wrapped around my dick in between 2 cushiony soft ass cheeks. Even though it felt amazing, I wanted more dick. He obliged and fucked me some more. This time with me on my stomach.

We were going at it so long we needed a break. We discussed getting each other's info so we could hook up outside of the party. Me and past playmates have made that agreement before, and missed out, but this time, even though I left him to go back to do my volunteering duties for a bit, I was determined to make sure we both would make good on that agreement.

There was one patron that night who at first seemed hot, but later turned out to be an annoyance. Because he was a definite candidate for my category, "Why You're Single" by trying to direct all the group action, instead of just letting it happen. Later on he wound up playing my with new playmate. And he obviously enjoyed him as I did. Because as the party closed, I saw him give my new playmate his info. I was hoping my playmate saw through the guy's control freakish and/or desperate behavior and never hooked up with him.

Well, a few weeks passed, and I wasn't able to get together with my new playmate. But a friend with benefits sent me a text message inviting me to be part of some group sex action on a Saturday night. Out of my craving for a reunion with my new playmate, and considering how it is a small world, my wishful thinking made me say to myself, "Wouldn't it be great if my new playmate from that sex party was there?"

As it turns out, of the 5 of us total, he wasn't there. Instead, Fate saw fit to play a cruel joke on me by letting the wannabe-porn director bossy bottom be there. By being introduced in the light of my FWB's living room, I thought it was him, but wasn't sure. But once the sex started, so did his "bossy bottom" routine again and the voice change that comes with it.  That's how I knew for sure. Maybe it wasn't so much a cruel joke by Fate after all. Because this run-in made me more desperate than ever to get a reunion with that playmate.

I'm often so busy, that it can become hard to maintain an if not totally clean, an at least presentable apartment. So that's what I spent the next week completing. Once done, I sent him a text letting him know that I was ready for him.

We made plans for us to meet that coming Friday afternoon. Then come that Friday, as we're sending texts to confirm, he sends a text telling me that he must be at a friend's party early that evening, which would give us a 1 hour 45 minutes or 2 hours at the most. Since I didn't want a rush-fuck, as much as I didn't want to, I offered to postpone. But he replied thinking the same as me ---- "Nooooo let's meet.... It's been too long".

So we met. When he got off the train, he called me. I told him how to get to my place from there, and I'd meet him halfway. Once I stepped outside of my building, I looked towards the corner, and saw him. Now, I have a next door neighbor who is every negative stereotype of an older Black woman living in a ghetto apartment complex, which is sad because I live in a brownstone. She spends her days doing nothing with her life but sitting on the steps of the building being loud and nosey. Well this day, she decided to get real leisure by having a chair and sitting out on the street and not on the stoop. So when I walk down the street to meet him, if she has good enough eyesight, she got a good look at him giving me a "hello" kiss on the mouth. Once realizing he wasn't in his own territory, he asked me if it we as gays were allowed to do public displays like that around my neighborhood. I told him that I've now gotten to the point with my sexuality as I am about the rest of my life with my motto being...."What you see is what you get. And I don't give a fuck."

As soon as we got into my studio apartment, he was greeted by the screen between the refrigerator and my bed to separating my kitchen from the bedroom. Once over by my bed, I reached across the side of it to my desk to go on my laptop for my iTunes playlist of The LXTreme Sex Mix. I never got a chance to be a proper host, and offer him something to drink before he put his stuff down and started stripping. Once his shirt was off, the only liquids I concerned with were from within him---- his sweat and then his cum.

Even without a fan or air-conditioning, it was a nice enough day that my apartment was a decent temperature. That is until we got together. We started feeling each other up. He felt and was impressed with the bulge in my jeans just from seeing him shirtless. Then he took off his jeans, and I was impressed by the pup tent in his teal underwear a shade lighter than his teal shirt. I took off my jeans, then we took off our underwear simultaneously. So now we were back to the way we met with no clothes blocking the good flow of energy that made us want each other. We got on my bed and kissed smiling at each other in between kisses.

I realized that the light in my room was still on. And it seems unlike most, I like it that way during sex. Because besides the fact that I love seeing my sex partners in all their erotic glory, we met at the dimly lit party that inspired my blog post, "Blackout Room = Troll Central Station". So that made me crave to see him in his erotic glory even more so.

While we loved kissing each other, we knew what we really wanted was to be inside each other. But before even getting there, I laid on my back and he started playing with my dick, remembering how I'm uncut and how much he liked it. His dick was up and ready to probe my ass, and while I may have been so drunk with lust that I can't recall, even though I'm not a fan of oral sex, after seeing his dick, I did want to taste it. But never got a chance to remind him of my oral prowess because in his enthusiasm over my uncut dick, his going down on me and reminding me of his prowess was more memorable for me.

He then turned me on my stomach. He looked down at my ass, and I could feel a smile was on his face as he said while massaging it, "Just as I remember it."

What was bringing a smile to my face before this moment was knowing that my ass tunnel was going to be filled wall-to-wall with his cock driving through it. So when he turned me on my stomach, laid down on top of me and started grinding his cock against my ass, my hole was twitching to open up just enough to let him in. When he got off my back enough for me to know that he was going in, I reached for my tube of WET Gellee. I put some on my ass and on his dick, and let him stick his cock in me. As soon as he got in, we both gave out a sigh of, "Ooooo yeah!"

Relief that this private fuck was finally happening.

His dick hit all the right places inside me to make me moan blissfully. Then he picked up speed in his thrusts. And because of those hard thrust, our moans weren't the only causes of noise. My bed was squeaking too. Since I live in a small studio, those moans and squeaks of the bed might have been drowned out by the music I had playing. And if it didn't, I could care less. So what? We're all adults in this building. At the moment, I just happened to have a hot guy fucking my brains out.

I then turned around with him on his knees. I straddled him, and put his cock back inside me and started riding him. Looking into each other's eyes smiling at how good it felt. The entire time I was riding him, I was running my hands all over his body that was now sweaty, which fueled that kink of mine. We stopped for a moment so he could straighten out his legs underneath him. and then I rode him some more. He then laid back as I continued riding him in a cowboy position. I considered turning around so I could see his fit legs and he could see my ass go up and down as it engulfed his big dick that showed no signs of shrinking anytime soon, but I thought to myself, "Hopefully, if there's a next time, then that will be another position we can try."

I started to lean back and he got up with me. I laid on my back to get in my favorite position - missionary. The beauty of the lights being on still showed itself by me being able to see his dick slide in and out, and I would look between his arm and side of his torso to see a profile view of that nice hill of an ass go up and down. And I when I would just lay back and take his dick, my hands were massaging that soft ass.

He then stopped, laid next to me, and asked if I wanted to fuck him. And I most certainly did. I got the lube again, but this time for my dick and his ass. I started fucking him doggy-style, and realized something I didn't at the sex party. He has such a soft ass, that when you fuck it from behind,....it bounces. I didn't realize that before because when I fucked him at the party, he was on his stomach, and not on all-fours like he was at that moment. I didn't know where to put my hands because every part of him is beautiful from head to toe. I think at one point while fucking him, I actually massaged his calves. I was getting so overwhelmed by it all that for a moment, I thought I was going to come. But I didn't. I pulled out, and let him fuck me some more.

By this point, there was almost nowhere to go on my bed that wasn't a big wet spot from our sweat. I laid on my stomach, grinding his dick, arching my back, then I could feel his dick swelling to shoot his load. I loved the feeling of his cock pulsing to squeeze out his cum. And all those text messages I sent to him over those weeks to let him know I still wanted him had finally paid off. For it led to me also feeling his body against my ass and hearing his breathing, as both shuttered from the release of built-up sexual tension.

We laid on my now drenched sheets exhausted. We talked for a bit, and he mentioned being concerned about me not shooting a load. I told him how I didn't need to. You see, I'm sexually satisfied when my top is sexually satisfied. So I don't need to come. In fact, my doing a cumshot in movies was only because directors wanted it. My movie cumshots had nothing to do with being driven to it by that movie's top. But if I was doing a movie with this guy, trust me, that had a great potential to change. Because what we had just done was nowhere near the "visualized prostitution" (as I call it) porn is today. It was so good, I'm sure people seeing just a little bit wouldn't dare try for a bootleg copy.

As with any guest to my place, I walked him to the train station. Afterwards, I went to do some grocery shopping. Whenever I stood still, I started doing my Kegels to get my tightness back that his deep, hard pounding might have undone. While doing my Kegels, I realized even more so how that fuck session was a definite workout. Because just like with a workout, especially when you work your legs, once I stood still, sure my asshole was getting tight again, but I felt like my legs could give way if I didn't consciously focus on standing up. When I initially felt that, I wondered to myself, "Why are my legs hurting? What did I do while fucking to make them feel like Jell-OOOOH!"

That's when I remembered.

Between stretching my legs apart, stretching to rest them on his shoulders, and pulling them in close during missionary, being on all-fours during doggy-style, intertwining mine with his while spooning, squatting when I was riding his dick, and balancing myself while topping him, I put my legs through the paces for a good 45 minutes non-stop. More so than usual because this was an extremely passionate fuck. One born of out that saying "absence makes the heart grow fonder". Only this time, it was "absence made our dicks and asses grow fonder". After all, it had been over a month, almost 2 months since we met at that party, fucked like savages there and wanting to hook up away from the party crowd. And now that it finally happened, it should be no surprise that we fucked so hard that we wet up my bed. Everywhere we positioned ourselves while fucking looked as if glasses of water was thrown in that spot on my bed.

So my jelly legs, sweat-drenched bed, and hope for another helping are all results of what happens when you endure the pleasures of a long overdue screw.

Erotic Drawing Studio Synergy

Yes, I keep saying it but....I LOVE MY POST-PORN LIFE!!!!

And I'm not repeatedly saying that to convince myself that I am. I keep repeating it because I didn't think it was possible to actually feel this way.

I've mentioned in some previous posts how I was scheduled to pose for the Leslie/Lohman Erotic Drawing Studio. Well, that time has come and gone, but it didn't go without me have a great story to tell about the experience. The good thing about it is that this was a bout of exhibitionism where (unlike with porn) no drama ensued. This was all FUN.

When I started to write this post, I asked the Erotic Drawing Studio's Director, Rob Rosen if he could contact some of the artists to give me pictures of their sketches. And I am very happy to report that Chuck Nitzberg, David Wolfe, and Rob Clarke were gracious enough to donate pics of their sketches to me to use in this post. So I advise you to check out the links connected to their names to see more of what they do.

While posing, I had some funny moments happen to me. And since I wasn't moving, they were all about thoughts that ran through my mind. And I'll include a sketch of which pose I was doing when each thought came about.

The first funny moment came about during this pose:

While my focus point during this pose was a piece of tape of the wall, out of the corner of my eye, since he was sitting in the front, I noticed how detailed the artist, David Wolfe's sketches were. The pose was timed to be for 20-minutes. But I saw David had stopped drawing, and sitting there with his arms folded.

I thought to myself, "Why did he stop? Did he come this far in it just to give up? What the f-----?!"

That's when, because I was still posing, I moved only my eyes to really look at what he had done. Only to see that he was actually done before the allotted 20-minutes.

Some of you know that I draw as well. In fact, there were designs on that jacket and some other clothes I've worn that were designed and painted on by me. But I will admit that I am no where near as good as some of these guys. Because if I was drawing, to be as detailed as David was, there would be no way I would be done in 20-minutes. But I was so focused on holding the pose that I forgot about the simple fact....he's not me, and I'm not him. So there are creative skills he will have that I won't, and vice versa.

The next funny thought came about during this pose. I thought it would be a difficult pose to hold for 20-minutes, but I challenged myself to do it anyway. While doing so, I told myself to (as always) find a focus point, and not to move. The funny thing is that recently I went to my Mom's house, and "Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs" was on the television, and while on the modeling stand, this scene where the Tyrannosaurus Rex shows up popped into my head:


I couldn't for the life of me get that little porcupine-looking creature out of my head, and I was on the verge of busting out laughing while on the modeling stand. Luckily, I kept my composure. Now, I can roll on the floor and let out all that pent-up laughter.

The next funny thought came about when I got into position for this pose:

Once again, I got in position, and told myself to find a focus point. During the evening, I've used things from a tape on the wall to labels on the bottom of a folded chair. This time, I had something that at a glance was way more detailed - and  it was. As I got in position, my eyes immediately fell on a painting in the hallway. The funny thing is what it was a painting of....Jesus on the cross.

I thought to myself that since I'm going to be here for the next 20-minutes, I might as well make good use my time here, and say a prayer. So I said, "Dear God, please help me to hold this pose for the next 20-minutes. Lord, please keep my head up, and don't let me nod off in front of all these people. And since I'm already taking a risk by being butt-naked up here asking this much of you, I won't ask you for help with the final pose, because I may be buying myself a golden ticket to hell if I do. So I'll just ask that one prayer. Amen."

That  final pose of the evening that I mentioned in the prayer was a masturbation pose. I was a bit worried if I could pull this off (no pun intended), because this was a first for me. The last time I did an entire jerk-off session while being watched was while doing one of my live shows for ShowGuys.com back in 2005 - 2006. There was the host and his helper monitoring the request of viewers online, but even then, I was jerking off to whatever porno was playing unseen by the camera. Now, it was never discussed if I used any thing besides my imagination as a way to get me off. And the fact that I used my imagination while in a room full of people is what made this an adventurous first for me. I could have asked if I could use something, but being an Aries and loving to challenge myself, I decided to go it totally solo - with the only prop around me being the chair that I was sitting on.

To prepare myself, I put on one of the videos on my cell phone to get me hard. But I didn't hold the image in my memory. It was have been too confining a fantasy. I also bought along some Wet® Synergy that I got from The Wet Platinum Man. I put some on my cock, and took a leap of faith thinking that it would last me for the entire 25 minutes of the pose, and put the bottle back in my bag, then went and sat on the chair. Well, it turns out that my leap of faith paid off, because the Wet® Synergy lasted for the entire pose.

I've noticed that I've become better at displaying my exhibitionism since retiring from the porn industry. Because when the drawing studio's director was keeping time and announcing how much time we had left, I paced myself to be ready to shoot my load not long after he said, "One minute".

During my time in porn, if I felt like a director was putting a time strain on me, my balls got rebellious, and said, "Don't rush me, bitch! I'll let go of this man-milk when I'm good and damn ready!"

On this night however, my body said, "One minute? OK, here's your cumshot. Enjoy." Noticing this, I've come to the conclusion that there's a certain energy on a porn set that my subconscious mind never approved of, which explains the long time it took me to give a cumshot. But it was in TOTAL approval however of the energy in that drawing studio, because it didn't come too soon, nor did it come too late.

One thing I did not expect to occur was for one of the co-founders of the Leslie/Lohman Gay Art Foundation, Charles Leslie to stop by. Rob introduced us. And while I don't know how long he was there, I do believe he was there long enough to see me give the artists a "happy ending". So I did good.

What fascinated me most of this experience was to see during the breaks, the variety in interpretations of me by the artists and the individual artistic styles. Varieties that you can see for yourself. For one reason or another, in my past times of modeling for sketch artists, I never got the chance to see that variety. But getting to see it made this experience the most fun. So much fun that I DEFINITELY wouldn't mind doing it again.

And if they want me with a partner, that's a possibility as well. ;-)

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.

Sweet Reunions Over Milk Chocolate, Pt. 2

As promised at the end of "Sweet Reunions In Milk Chocolate", I will reveal who the mysterious 2nd person that I left you in suspense about who fucked me at the Milk Chocolate NYC party. I'll just let the included photos and slideshow let you in on how good the chemistry was.

His name was Ty. We met right after I walked in the door and was greeted by the host, Cade. The moment we looked at each other, we both knew there was an attraction. So much so that Cade thought we already knew each other. Even with me bundled up for that cold New York winter night wearing my long black trenchcoat that has people calling me "Matrix", Ty lit up when he saw me. And he lit up even more once he saw me in my black boxer-briefs. Well, it's without a doubt that I lit up full blast by being greeted with that hot bod wearing a a pair of sexy black satin-looking boxers. Especially since those boxers weren't those hard cotton easily-wrinkled type that your dad would wear that I consider as one of the "No-No" things to wear to a sex party.

While in the introduction of this post, I said that he was the 2nd person to fuck me, chronologically speaking, he was actually the 1st. After I topped the Israeli, we got up off the bed, and I was about to wash off as I usually do after sex with someone whether I top or bottom. But it got delayed because me and the Israeli made out for a bit, and then realized there was a group of hot guys fooling around in a corner. I wasn't sure if all of them were hot, but enough of them were to get our attention, and make us be voyeurs. I had my back to someone in that cluster, and the next thing I knew someone's hand reached out to grab my ass. After all the interruptions that I spoke of in Part 1, I began thinking, "Not again". Then the hand grabbed my ass again. Now, I was starting to boil, and make a mental note that if whoever this is grabs my ass one more time without me responding, then this son of a bitch is getting "the evil eye"...as a warning.

Well, he grabbed me again.

And as I was turning around with my face muscles contoured to give "the evil eye" and a frown, once I discovered who it was, my face muscles had to contour so I could literally "turn that frown upside down"....into a flirtatious smile. Because the guy grabbing my ass turned out to be Ty.

I knew those boxers were pulled down, but I couldn't see his cock because the 2 guys sucking on it were blocking my view. However, once I reached out to at long last feel that body, and he reached out to bring me in closer, the 2 guys broke away. I was in absolute awe of his physique. And when I felt his cock up against me, I found out what all the fuss was about. It was big and uncut. I made out with him, went down on him, then he turned my back to him so he could rub his cock against my ass, then he put it between my thighs. We did this until I couldn't take it anymore. "It" being the still rampant interruptions and my desire to have his cock thrusting back and forth in me. So I took him to the bed, and I laid on my back for missionary, because there was no way I was not going to see the rhythmic movements of that body fucking my hole. One of the other guys gave him a condom. He put it on while I put my Wet® Platinum lube on and in my ass, and put some also on his nicely-wrapped dick so I could touch it one more time before it was inside me.

Once in, I couldn't get enough. But those who were too dense to find fucking fun of their own were still intruding. I could see guys behind Ty touching on him. And one bonafide dumb-ass laid next to me to possibly attempt an uninvited 69ing session, and put his knee over my face while I'm watching Ty. After all the prior interruptions mentions in Part 1, this time, I had it. Because when I would normally just politely move a person (or their body part) out of the way, this time I took the back of my hand and shoved his knee out of my face. After this, me and Ty ended our session here.

Ty and I went to stand on line for the bathroom, and while he stood there naked, I finally got to see why guys were playing with his ass while he fucked me. Because it was beautiful. However, that doesn't excuse these guys from maintaining some degree of etiquette by as I say again...FIND YOUR OWN FUCKING FUN. A little while after this is when I bottomed for the Israeli, and everything else I told about in Part 1.

With all the hotties gone, and the party close to over, I was on the verge of leaving myself. When I went to get my clothes, I sensed some disappointment from Ty that I was leaving. And to be honest, I was feeling the same. Because I got the sense that this fun between us was not completely satisfied. I knew it wasn't satisfied from my end, so I wanted to find out if he felt the same, or was it just wishful thinking. Hence why I kept conversating with Ty and the helpers. As everyone - host, helpers, and myself were dressed to leaved, Ty asked me where I was going. I told him, "Home...Unless you have a better idea."

His reply was with a sexy sly grin, "I might".

After a lot of back and forth amongst everyone about what to do next, since it was just after midnight, Ty asked me, "Do you want to come home with me?"

I shrugged my shoulders and gave a very nonchalant reply of, "Sure". But of course while doing so, I was holding back a smile like that of the Cheshire cat from "Alice In Wonderland".

Because the dirty fantasy now playing in my head was us not waiting until we got back to his place. I wanted to start right there on the street, with me dropping trou, undoing his pants, giving him a condom, re-lubing my ass, and bending over so he can ride my ass all the way back to his place. That means him thrusting into my ass with every step down the street, down the subway stairs, on the subway ride, up the subway stairs, down the streets to his place, to the elevator, in the elevator, to the apartment, and once in the apartment, somehow manage to take off all of our clothes without disconnecting his hungry dick from my hungry hole.

Even though that was the fantasy that had a very small chance of me trying to make into reality had it not been for the cold weather that night, the reality was still good.

We talked on the way to the train station and on the train ride. And I mentioned my porn past. I wasn't going to get too into it, but he wanted to know more, because he said he was looking into doing porn. I did tell of my reasons for leaving and how those reasons led to my dislike of an overwhelming amount of studio-based porn. That's why because of my knowing he was interested in doing porn, during the sex, in the midst of my loud moans and groans, I wanted to scream, "We-need-a-camera-in-here-recording-this-to-show-that-THIS-IS-WHAT-PORN-SEX-IS-SUPPOSED-TO-BE! OH FUCK, YES!!!!"

And I hope a studio does right by him. Because TRUST ME, I would love to watch him fuck, but only if he's paired with someone he has a genuine attraction to. Otherwise, it's the very brand of fucking I'll be talking about in (at the least) one of my poems, "Exhibitionist vs. Whore" come January 7th.

That genuine attraction is what had us practically doing the gay Kama Sutra. And what made me enjoy the sex even more was that he kept the lights, not dim or off,....but ON. This gave me the pleasing sight to see his pleasing body pleasure me.

The lights didn't go off until we were done. And we went on for quite awhile. Then come morning, since I don't sleep long, I laid there awake in a new cuddling position loving the feel of his smooth skin. When he seemed like he was waking up, he stroked the top of my head as I was laying under his stretched out arm. I stroked his side, down his chest, and down to touch his cock. A cock that I discovered had become morning wood. Morning wood eager to get into me again. And me eager to accept it again. So began Round 3, another long fuck session with me giving him all of the points of "coming close' and needing to stop like Round 2 when we first got to his place. And with one squeeze of my sphincter too many for him, Ty couldn't hold it anymore, and he filled another condom with his load.

My friend Photo Freedom was planning a photoshoot for later that week, but giving preference to new faces. So with knowledge of Ty's prospects, I suggested him. Hence how the above pictures came to be.

Now with so much praise over how my last pics came out with someone with whom the sexual attraction never went beyond the front of the camera,

what do you think of these taken with someone where the sexual attraction was explored before, during, and another 4 Rounds after being in front of the camera?

Yes guys! A couple of hours after the shoot, we went to the Milk Chocolate NYC party in Park Slope. There, with 4 fucks in 4 different areas of the party space, the clothes-check guy referred to us as "The MVPs" of the party.

But that might be another story....

Sweet Reunions Over Milk Chocolate

After a much too long absence after writing "HOT @ Milk Chocolate NYC", I made a return to the Milk Chocolate NYC party this past Saturday.

I walked in about an hour after the party started, and was greeted by their gorgeous and fit helpers taking my clothes. Not taking them off (I WISH), but just taking them and putting my articles of clothing on a hanger after I took them off. 

NOTE TO SOME SEX PARTY PROMOTERS: Having your guests welcomed by a HOT staff that makes you wish they were actually stripping you never hurts to get one in the party mood. I'm just sayin'. Because it damn sure did it for me.

I was thirsty after my trek there, so I drank some soda before checking out the scene. While in that area, a tall slim Asian (that I later discovered was a mix with dominating Filipino traits) walked in for a drink as well. We didn't say much to each other, but besides the staff, he was on my list of possible playmates for the night. And I felt I was on his, because my peripheral vision caught him checking me out. He drank his water, and took off back upstairs. Once I finished my soda, I did the same.

When I got upstairs, I saw most of the guys being wallflowers. I didn't get well into the room yet, before one guy with no finesse darted in my direction, and started touching on me. Now, I'm not being a bitch by complaining. But while I'm flattered by being found attractive, the keyword here is "finesse". I mean, let me get a lay of the land and see what I want before you approach me. Because for me, even if I find you good-looking, that lack of finesse could make you ugly and ruin your chances. I politely said, "No thanks", and kept walking deeper into the room. However, once I hit the middle of the room, there were other guys there just as  lacked tact just like the first guy. In fact, I felt like I was in "Return Of The Living Dead" - I was the living and they were a horde of zombies wanting my brain. Luckily, the Filipino mix wasn't in that horde, so I backed up to be near him. You see, I was making myself available to him for having enough tact in his approach. Evidently, it worked. Because he stopped leaning against the wall, and then reached out for me. 

Once his hand was on my shoulder, I turned around and we started hugging. I love most degrees of body hair, but while most ethnicities have varying degrees of body hair, there's something about how Asian-Pacific Islanders are an unique ethnicity because of it being close to a guarantee that they'll have little to no body hair. And that uniqueness makes my hands hunger to rub that smooth skin. And this guy was no exception in that regard. I paced myself by rubbing his chest, arms, and thighs, even though I was craving a to dig into his underwear and feel his smooth ass cheeks. On that, I let him grab mine first, then I grabbed his.

I would have enjoyed him more if we were left to have our fun. The problem was that many people came around us, and wanted in. Now, I understand wanting to touch on the guys making out or fucking FOR A MOMENT,as I made clear in my post, "Sex Party Etiquette: Don't Interrupt!". Obviously, some guys didn't read that post to learn that if they're not responded to, that they should GO MAKE THEIR OWN FUCKIN' FUN!

A couple of guy that I responded to and let in on the fun were past playmates. One was a guy I had a tryst with after a night at The Cock. I've seen him at the Milk Chocolate NYC party before, but we've never fucked there. Which is a shame because I did love grabbing his bubble-butt while he fucked my ass missionary during that tryst. The other was a guy who came up behind me. At first I was getting so annoyed by the unwanted attention that I was ignoring him. Then my sixth sense told me to turn around, because I felt a vibe that not only did I know this person behind me, but I liked this person behind me. And my sixth sense was right as usual. Because it turns out the guy behind me was the bubble-butt Israeli from "HOT @ Milk Chocolate NYC" that I made out with, but never had sex with. Well, on that night, I was determined to change that fact.

The Filipino mix and I got interrupted to the point that I got frustrated and started making out with my past tryst from The Cock. I went down on him, and I was quickly reminded of how big his cock is. It was so easy to forget because the night I met him, I was so into him that I now recall my tight hole taking in that thick dick with very few attempts, much like the French guy from "French Kiss, Big Bliss?". The Israeli knew I wanted him near, so he stayed by watching. When my tryst from The Cock turned me around to grind his big dick up against my ass, me and the Israeli started kissing. Guys were still interrupting us, and me and the Israeli broke off not too far from my tryst from The Cock, but far enough that a tall slim Black guy came along, and took my place. But I wasn't at all upset. Because I took it as a chance to do something that was long overdue.

I took the Israeli over to the bed. My Aries libido and bluntness asked him, "Can I fuck you?"

"SURE!", he replied. And he quickly laid on the bed, and took off his underwear. I went to get a condom, and I came prepared with a travel-size bottle of Wet® Platinum lube given to me by The Wet Platinum Man tucked away in my sock. So the fun was about to begin. I put on the condom, and finally, after many fantasies since the last time I saw him....I was inside the Israeli with the warmth of his ass tunnel wrapped around my cock.

I was trying to fuck the Israeli missionary so we could give each other that look that I spoke of in the past as to one reason why I like missionary. Telling how in that moment, it wasn't just any ass I wanted, but it was his ass that I wanted. And how it wasn't just any dick he wanted in him, but  it was my dick that he wanted. Well people really need to read that section of my blog, because ONCE AGAIN, we were interrupted. Some wayward guy put himself in between us. This was making me uncomfortable, and making me lose my hard-on. So I told the Israeli to get on all fours. And believe it or not, that guy being an annoyance turned out being a good thing. Because fucking him doggy-style and seeing those bulbous cheeks bounce from my thrust made his  ass feel even better. 

The Filipino mix came around and laid on the bed next to us watching us fuck. This guy had class. The Israeli went over to kiss him while I was fucking him. And since I was into the Filipino mix as well, I kept fucking the Israeli as he laid on his stomach, with one hand hold myself up on the bed, while the other hand was massaging the Filipino mix. All those different shades of skin color on each other and on the bed is what a sex party in NYC is supposed to look like.

I didn't come, but I stopped fucking the Israeli. We went downstairs got something to drink, then went to the living room on the 1st floor, and started making out. His dick was rock hard, and even though he said that he was more of a bottom, I wanted to take advantage of the situation. So I got another one of my desires with him to come to frution. His cock in my ass. What I didn't know from our last encounter was how thick it was. But once again, because my desire for him was so strong, he got inside me with very little effort. And it was GREAT! He didn't come, but it was fun when he actually did.

It turns out the Filipino mix had already came from fucking someone else. That was my misfortune, because I wanted it to be my ass that his cock was in whenever it throbbed to squeeze out his jizz. But I got 2 good fucks in my ass already, so I was happy. Even though he had already came, he didn't leave like most guys do. He decided to stick around and watch me make the Israeli come. So I started by using my lube to give the Israeli's cock a "happy ending" massage. Then I gave him a blowjob as the Filipino mix played with one of the Israeli's nipples, while I played with the other. Yes, I'm a multi-tasking lover. The the Israeli jerked off while I licked his nipples, and I could feel the tension in his body that he was about to shoot. And I picked my head up at just the right time. Because within a minute later, he shot a load that went all the way up to his chest. After that I bid him and the Filipino mix "Good night" as they decided to head out. And I lingered around with the few remaining guys there that I had no interest in.

To answer why I was lingering, I must back track to when I said, "...I got 2 good fucks in my ass...". To explain that statement, the truth is there was someone else besides the Israeli who fucked me that night. And I have 2 possible photoshoots with him, and if all goes well,....then prepare for that tale as a possible Part 2.

Playing With Squirts of Wet® SYNERGY™

According to Wikipedia, synergy is defined to be where different entities cooperate advantageously for a final outcome. Well, recently I was allowed to give the new lube from Wet® called SYNERGY™ a try. And from the tale I have to tell you, there was a lot of synergy going on in the room.

I recently started trying out crusing sites via my cell phone. For once, I wasn't that horny, but if I was going to try this out, I thought I would hit up someone who I know is a good time. So when I saw he was online, I hit up Tom D. He seemed a bit in limbo about what to do with himself that night, as was I, so I proceeded with my night leaving him to figure out his path for the evening. I later went to a bar, and got bored by the crowd. Like I said, I wasn't that horny, but the people stroking my ego with their advances was making my little bit of horniness grow. I don't like the idea of having sex with someone when I'm not really into them, because that would be taking advantage of their admiration, which brings forth bad karma. So I went back online to the website I was on, and it turned out Tom D. hit me up. We started chatting, and next thing I knew I was out the door of the bar and headed to his place.

Once I got to his place, we were trying to get a group together. We actually almost had a Latino porn actor stop by, but he decided it was too far. I found that to be a pity, because that would have been a sexy rainbow of skin tones going on there. Anyway, me and Tom D. did our own thing. I had both kinds of Wet® SYNERGY™ on me, so I made Tom D. and myself human guinea pigs to see how well it worked.

I tried the Cool Tingle version first. I put it on both mine and Tom D.'s cock, who like I is uncut. We both agreed that the Cool Tingle doesn't work well on the sensitivity of an uncut cock's head. Now, how well it works on someone who is cut, is something I need another sexy human guinea pig to find out. Before coming to that conclusion though, I put in on my ass when I was preparing myself for Tom D. to top me. When he pounded my ass or I rode his dick like a bucking bronco, the wind from our thrusts added to the cool tingle sensation on my hole. So for now, I would have to conclude that the Cool Tingle variety of Wet® SYNERGY™ would best be received by gay bottoms and women.

For our next go-around, we tried the regular SYNERGY™. That one had us fucking like rabbits. I would stroke his cock, then straddle him. Then he'd get so fired up, he'd fuck me in every position possible by putting me either on all fours, on my side, or on my back. The great thing about sucking his cock with the lube on was that the lube is totally tasteless. And it must have felt great on his cock, because Tom D. has never fucked me like that before. I guess it's a good thing that when I bottom, I'm a bit of a power-bottom. Both versions of the lube helped me to uphold my reputation.

You may have read of my sexcapades with Tom D. before. Before Wet® SYNERGY™, there has always been one synergy working between me and Tom D. That being our astrological signs. I'm an Aries, which is a fire sign, while Tom D. is a Scorpio, which is a water sign. Hence the 2 different entities making a great outcome. I've mentioned before that sex with water signs seems to make me insatiable, now I know why. Now add to that the 2nd synergy at play being from Wet® SYNERGY™ lube, then you can be sure that my ass was twitching for more, even after we were done. What probably makes Wet® SYNERGY™  work so well is because it's a hybrid lube made with both water AND silicone. Somehow this combination makes for a great outcome as well by 1st being powerful enough that it doesn't take much of it to get your action going, and 2nd, by making your dick and/or ass feel the pleasure of a slick ride. A hot and sexy slick ride that has me needing to ask....

....What will the folks at Wet® think of next? Because this is my favorite lube of theirs yet.

Review Tools Getting Me WET®

In my last post, a video review of the bisexual porn, "Bi Now, Gay Later", I took it as an opportunity to also review something else. I used it as a chance to review another new lube from WET® that I was given called, WET® Naturals.

Like I said in that last post, I was out quite late, so while I would have loved to just sit there and watched that movie from beginning to end, I knew once I got home that Scene 1 was all I was going to get through. For watching the movie was meant to be a great finale to a fun night which included standing next to hot bare asses and cocks in Urge's Ass Contest. Now you know that besides the movie, I had other sexual tension to release.

I used the WET® Naturals™ Silky Supreme™ first. I pulled back my foreskin, and let the lube run down my dick like a clear lava running down a volcano. I started stroking, and because the scene was so FUCKIN' HOT I had to pace myself so that I wouldn't shoot my load before the scene was done. The WET® Naturals™ was lasting me the whole time. And once I shot my load, I wiped off, and did like most men do when they bust a nut - I called it a night and went to sleep.

I woke up about 4 hours later with morning wood thinking about how I wanted to see the rest of that movie. So I turned on the DVD, and started jerking off. In the midst of my jerking off, I realized something - I never put on any lube. The fact is that there was no need to just yet, because the lube from those 4 hours ago was still a tad moist on my cock, even after wiping my load off my dick. So I worked it until I had I felt the need for more. That's when I tried the other WET® Naturals™ that was given to me, Beautifully Bare™. And I'm glad to say that over the next 4 1/2 hours of watching the next 4 scenes of that movie, I was able to enjoy it using so little lube that if it wasn't for the seal being broken by me, you would never know that the bottle was used, because it still looks practically untouched.

I did get a chance to use it with someone. I was with a hot European stroking my dick with the lube to prepare my anxious cock for curing it's need to be embraced by his hole. He was a little hesitant to give me a blowjob after seeing me put the lube on my cock. I told him there was no taste to it, and I'm sure the fact that the lube is odorless contributed to alleviating it of that common complaint. And I was hoping that while I didn't taste it myself that I wasn't lying. As it turned out, I wasn't, because he sucked my cock a good number of times with the lube on it to add to my prepping to enter his hot ass. After we flip-fucked like rabbits, he told me that he liked the lube because it really did have no taste. This was funny because it seemed like an awkward conversation that you see in television commercials but don't think they would ever happen in real life. Well, it has now, but the good part about it is how that lube we were talking about helped get us to shoot our loads over the hot-fuck we found each other to be.

Besides taste, another complaint I often hear about lubes are allergic reactions. And WET® Naturals™ is hypoallergenic, so that may be a good thing to know for those with such complaints. As you can see, all these qualities of it contributed to my having a good time with it. Maybe it can contribute that same small bit to your good time, too....alone or with a "friend(s)".

;-)

Wet™ - together

A friend asked me to sample a new product from Wet™ lube. I was curious about what this new type of lube this could be, as he never gave me details. When I went to pick up the samples, it turned out being something that never crossed my mind. It's a new lube meant for couples called, Wet™ together Ultimate Pleasure Gel for Couples.

Don't get too excited just yet. There's a catch. The lube is meant for male/female couples, not necessarily gay couples. However, I was asked to try it out to see how useful it could be for a gay couple. Not such a stretch when you consider how lube does serve a different purpose for a top and bottom in a gay encounter, just as it does for a man and a woman in a straight one.

The lube for men is meant to stimulate the penis in a way that intensifies pleasure, and maybe even prolong erections, while the lube for women is meant to stimulate her clitoris. So for my first trial, I used myself as a test subject masturbating, then confirmed it by using it with someone else.

I tried the lube for men first. I followed the instruction, specifically doing it not out of horniness, but curiosity to make my findings more accurate. You see, when I jerk-off out of horniness, I don't need a stimulant like porn, but jerking-off out of curiosity, I do. So I was limp when I first put the lube, and I was getting hard without a visual stimulant, which is unlike me. Once I did put something on, I was taken back to my 1st day on a porn set doing "Oh Boy Escorts 2" when I saw Joseph Nash, and how I got a hard-on as soon as I saw him because I took a Viagra-like herbal pill (FYI - Viagra is practically a rule of thumb on porn sets nowadays). This gel was working almost the same way.

I was later surprised to discover that its effects were absorbed into my skin, enough to linger even after a few showers. Because a couple of days after, I did have sex with an actual person. The guy from "Humbling Suck, Redeeming Fuck" to be exact. If you recall that tale, then you know the sex was AWESOME. Now you know what helped. I'm just realizing it myself, because after that encounter, I was wondering what came over me to make me fuck that guy like I've never fucked anyone before. Hence the many different positions he got fucked in for so long. This lube - at least the one for men, was working.

I did try to male lube on someone else letting him use it to masturbate. Unfortunately, I left it at his place. So I later asked for him to give it back. He has yet to respond. Gee, I wonder why?

I next tried the lube for women. This shouldn't seem so odd because as I said in my presentation for "Sex Worker Literati" my being stimulated from fucking is a lot more external than internal, so anything that enhances that external stimulation is welcome in my home, and on my hole. Well, after I put on the lube, I just laid there. To the point that I forgot that I even put it on. But I was reminded by how in a few minutes, I noticed a sensation that felt like someone was gently blowing on my asshole. It made me need to jerk-off. And when I did, I found myself doing Kegels. So I started doing what I seldom do ---- I played with my hole, but this time vigorously like you see a woman plays with her clit in straight porn videos. But I realized that wasn't enough. The sensation from that lube was making me hunger for an actual entry. This then led me to even more unusual territory in masturbating - I started fingering myself, and was doing Kegels around my finger. If it was a dick, I would have been squeezing it to try and suck the cum out of the guy's cock, which is exactly what happened when in the confirmation part of my experiment (with someone). In addition, I believe this gel made the sex even more titillating than the last time I hooked up with this guy.

So does this lube work for gay couples as well? From what I gather from my initial and confirmation playtime with each lube, I should say so.

So I advise you to WET your dicks and asses with this and get ready to get off ----TOGETHER.