Top Me, Bottom - an erotic poem

While I think this poem is self-explanatory, its lyrics might have gone over some readers' head.

The gist of it is that if a man says he's a bottom, no matter how much you might want his cock in your ass, don't pressure him about it. Much like I said in "How To Make A Versatile Bottom Top", let him know only once about your interest to have him top you, then leave the topic alone. Let circumstance bring him around if such is in the cards for him. And even if that never happens, take solace in the fact that you have masturbation to get off to the thought if it happening.

Sex Toy Review: Thruster Mini

I recently bought the Thruster Mini by Velvet CoCK. I must admit that the accordion like neck made me a bit hesitant. This hesitation was to no fault of Velvet CoCK's designing. It was actually because of a previous purchase I made of an anal sex toy with a similar design.

For that other toy also had an accordion design in the neck, which in me caused a pinching of my rectal walls. An unkind sensation that I said in my review that I submitted to The Pleasure Chest would happen to anyone with a rectum tight enough to engulf the entire shape of anything entered into it. With that said, what made me give the Thruster Mini a try was the fact that unlike that other toy, the thrusting part is not meant to be put inside the body.

The Thruster Mini is made of silicone, so it will not harbor bacteria after cleaning, and can only be used with water-based and silicone-based lubricants. Do not use silicone-based lubes on a silicone toy. For it will destroy the toy, thereby void the warranty. It is also water-resistant, which means it can be taken into the shower, but it cannot be submerged into a tub.

The insertable part of the Thruster Mini's shaft is 5" long. A length which is quite comparable to the length of the highly respected Aneros' prostate massagers. Add to that the ability for the shaft to be bent up to 30º, I became hopeful that the Thruster Mini would do that thrusting towards the prostate. And it did not disappoint.

For in the XTube video below, about 3 minutes into it, I assume the missionary position. What you of course can't see is that due to the angle at which I held the Liberator Bon Bon that the Thruster Mini is in, the Thruster Mini did in fact stimulate my prostate. Hence the quivering orgasm seem by the end of the video. So if it was able to be curved to hit my prostate, there is no doubt it can be curved to hit a female's G-spot.

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With a present retail value of $149, the Thruster Mini is by no means a cheap sex toy. However, I do recommend it for both males and females. Anyway, it does say "Unisex" on the box. Making this one case where a sex toy company did not lie about the usefulness of their product, and that gets many stars in my book.

He Called My Asshole A Pussy,... And I Liked it

One night I went to Incubus NYC. While I was getting undressed, my peripheral vision caught the frame of a hot naked body. I then got inspired to look more directly at the person. That's when I saw that as he continued walking, a beautiful semi-erect cock swinging, and a profile of a nice ass. An ass that as I watched his back showed itself to be a sweet, juicy bubble butt.

At which point, I could foresee me and him fucking. And even though I was trying not to set myself up for disappointment, I did say to myself, "Damn! I want a piece of that."

And I didn't want him as my bottom. I wanted him as my top.

After I got undressed down to my underwear, I went upstairs. That's where he was. Sitting on a couch with guys crowding him. While they were crowding him, I saw him looking at me. So I wound up in the mix. The guys swarming in seemed to become too much for him, and then he left. I knew I wasn't part of what overwhelmed him, but my suspicions of how they made him feel made me leave as well.

We soon after met up in the backroom of Paddles. We started making out. He then did something to me that I often do to guys when making out with them. He started massaging me. It was making me melt, and I let him know that. So he offered me a full-on massage.

I laid down on the medical table in that backroom. He started massaging me while he stood on the floor. Every time part of his massage positioned him moving pass my face, the sight of his swinging dick, hanging balls, and thick well defined thighs made my dick start growing underneath me. So much that I started wondering if I could end up cumming from the friction of his massage making my repeatedly growing cock rub against the soft cushions of that medical table.

My repeatedly growing cock stayed hard when he decided to continue his massage by getting on top me with his naked body. So now, I had those fit thighs on each side of me. As well as his equally fit calves. And it was heaven on earth feeling his dick and balls rubbing against various parts of my backside. Especially when his massage moves made his dick slip down the crack of my ass.

He was massaging me for so long that for a moment I thought  he was only going to give me a massage. But I was more so hoping that the massage was to relax my body for a nice hard butt-fuck from him.

Then he said something leading to me to an answer...

He said, "I want to fuck your pussy so bad". When he first said it, I felt a little weird because of what I told myself about calling the asshole by any other name but. However, I was also kind of turned on. Because of that being "kind of turned on", I hoped that after I said yes, and he began thrusting into me that he say it to me again. For I wanted to see if my being kind of turned on by my asshole being called a "pussy" was a passing moment, therefore making me need to stop him. Or was it something I could get into.

I got my answer by him putting that cock that I enjoyed the holy hell out of sucking, being hard enough to put in my ass, him slipping a condom on, and thrusting away at my hole. As he thrusted away at me, while I laid on my stomach, and his crotch massaged my also bubbly ass. He asked if I liked him fucking my pussy, and I told him I did. This time, his voice calling my ass a pussy turned me on more than it did the first time.

We soon change positions. Missionary. I was more than pleased by this because I was finally going to be able to massage his bubbly butt, while he massaged my hole with his dick. So good that when he asked if I like him fucking my pussy, I mirrored his words by responding, "Yes. Keep fucking my pussy, Baby!"

Yes. I referred to my own asshole as a pussy. And I didn't care. At first, I thought it was something that happened in the heat of the moment that I would regret in the hindsight that kicks in immediately following the afterglow of sex. Well, to this day, and as I write this. No such regret has hit me. He and I both called my asshole a pussy, and each calling of it as such sparked the word-perv in me, and got me closer to getting off.

Hindsight being 20/20 may not have given me regret, but it did teach me something. It taught me that the annoyance (expressed in a article I wrote 2 1/2 years ago) with guys calling my asshole any other names besides an asshole did not pertain to someone calling it a pussy. My annoyance was more about those idiotic names like "mussy", "bussy", "man-gina", "boy-pussy" were names that were made up as an attempt to gender an asshole --- a body part that is not specific to a gender.

I said in "A Sexually Geeky's Why I Heart Sex", when one refers to a vagina as a "pussy", they are often speaking of it as a female's canal to receive and give pleasure to the sex partner. During anal sex, when done right, the asshole does the same thing. However, I see now that I stayed away from calling one's asshole a pussy out of respect for allowing women to have a name for their unique body part that is a means for sexual pleasure for them. After all, females have had enough taken away from them by cisgendered males for millenniums. Plus, we cisgendered males have a dick, which the head of is actually the equivalent of a female's clitoris. So how would most males feel if women started referring to their clit as a dick? Many males would probably feel like females are trying to claim something that is unique to a male as their own, even if that is not their intention at all.  I see a male calling his asshole a pussy the same way. Hence why if you've followed my writing long enough, you have read me referring to my means for anal pleasure by the term "ass tunnel".

So while I have no regrets about my playmate referring to my asshole as a pussy, me referring to it as such myself, or me getting pleasure from either, out of the respect for women I spoke of in the previous paragraph, I won't be making it a habit of calling my asshole a pussy. I'll enjoy it in that moment, then move on.

Heart of Your Hard-On

Before the reading in the video on September 28th, the title of the poem came to me on September 8th. Right before I posted this on Facebook:

The idea came to me out of my love for seeing a man's cock as a work of art by nature.

This is not the 1st time I've seen an upside down heart in a body part I lust after. For if my long-time readers recall, the same thing happened in the backstory for my drawing "Upside-Down Heart Ass", which was an image I saw while banging a bottom from behind. And to this day, I am still flattered that the sex shop Shag posted my drawing on their Tumblr blog.

This is also not the 1st time I've written a poem based off of a cool sounding title. I run with such titles because I take it as a sign that my subconscious knows there's a message, or a new way of thinking to introduce through my poetry.

So now perhaps I've introduced poetry readers and listeners to a new way of looking at a penis. And if you think about it even further, a penis is one upside down heart going into a larger upside-down heart. Making the 2 meeting something that's meant to be.

Lastly, if the above version of the poem is too clean for you, perhaps the XXX gifs and video (from my studio-based and homemade porn) compiled for my XXX version of the poetry video would better suit you. Enjoy. 😉

A Unicorn Horn Splits A Chocolate Peach

I recently bought a dildo made by a company called Split Peaches. The dildo was made to look like a unicorn's horn. The idea of it piqued my curiosity.

Learning it is made of silicone, therefore non-porous was one of my first considerations to buy it. So once I made my decision official, I had to decide which of the 3 sizes I wanted.

The small one was too small, and the largest one was too big. In regards to the large one, I only want to be open my hole to the width of the largest one when I'm being double penetrated by 2 hot guys. Not one big sex toy. So I chose the medium-sized one. Even though I was a bit hesitant because of the 2 1/4" diameter of the largest insertable part of the dildo. For I was wondering if I could get every last inch of that insertable length and width in.

Well this video is the result. And that thumbnail shows I got it in at least long enough for that still-frame.... But did I like it in? Check out the video to see that unicorn horn by Split Peaches split open the sweet chocolate peach that is my ass to find out.  

This Bi-Guy's Bi Sex Fantasy

If you have read this blog long enough, then you know I define my sexual orientation as being a predominately gay bisexual. And although that is the case, I have yet to have a sexual encounter that gives me all that I want sexually from a male and female simultaneously.

So what do I want exactly? What exactly is the bisexual 3-way that I lust for most?

For one, this would be a raw sex scenario.  One that might seem like a step back. For what I want would very likely stroke the hell out of the other bisexual male's ego. Because he would have 4 holes hungry and open to take in his cock: (1)my mouth, (2)the female's mouth, followed by (3)her pussy, then (4)my ass.

Foreplay

Me and her would take turns sucking his cock, then double team it. 

She takes one side, while I take the other. Or she works the bottom of his dick, while I work the top, or vice versa.

Here's a confession for you....When I watch straight porn, seeing a guy eat out a woman's pussy turns me on. With this being a chance to see it right before my eyes again, I would watch him go down on her. Making her moist and ready for his dick. And to make sure his dick is ready, I would stroke his dick and every reachable part of his body while watching him eat her out.

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He would pound her pussy first. In as many positions he can do without cumming.

In missionary, I would once again be mostly a voyeur. 

Watching him and her fuck from the side, and from behind. I would become part of the action again when watching from behind, seeing his ass flexing from thrusting in and out of her, I would grope his ass and lick him from his taint to his ass crack.

In a position where her pussy becomes accessible to my mouth, that would be when I stop being voyeur, and become part of the action again. For in a position like doggy style, while he's pounding her (or she's throwing her pussy on him) I would lay underneath her, as to do a 69. Using my oral prowess to play with her clit. With my eyes wide open looking at his cock slide back and forth in her pussy, and seeing his balls swell from the pleasure. And the sight of those balls swelling is going to make me hunger to lick them at least a little bit. Stopping the moment I feel (or he says) it will make him cum. Because him cumming from this would ruin my main goal....

All of this should make his cock get wetter and wetter. So the moment I realize that the combination of him fucking her pussy and me licking her clit has made her pussy super moist, I'd prepare for my turn of his dick being in my hole, and unloading from all the joy it has endured.

For my aforementioned main goal of this 3-way is to take in a hot guy's dick that's wet and shiny from a sexy girl's pussy juice. Putting it in my lubed up hole, and him thrusting and throbbing in my ass in as many positions as possible until his body can't contain it anymore, and he shoots his cum load all up in my ass.

With so much action, I'm sure he would build up quite a lot of jizz. And with my tight hole, it might be a good number of hours before it finally looks to get out of my ass....And that's how I would like it.

I have no desire to imitate these porn videos where the girl or guy pushes out the cumload. I want all of that DNA from my playmates lingering inside me for a good while after we've orgasmed. Be those orgasms physical, or mental, like mine when I bottom.

All of this is what I mainly see in my dream bisexual 3-way. Anything extra you might be thinking I should do, or should happen to me isn't a rejected notion. It's simply not in the top of my list of planned actions. Therefore, they would be a bonus to aforementioned 3-way plans.

Now, when and if this happens, I will definitely let you know. Because that would be sex so good that I would not be able to keep its splendor a secret.

The Bottoming Ass-Man's Missionary

I have always said that I'm an ass-man whether I top or bottom. It's the reason why when I top, to please myself, I prefer doggy-style. The switching up is for my sex partner. However, being an ass-man even when I bottom, I prefer missionary. And it's for more lustful reasons than the obvious intimacy from that position.

In fact, I'm such an ass-man even when I bottom that I have had (and still do have) many a sexual fantasy about bottoming for a hot guy just by seeing only his ass, and not his cock. And sometimes, it's without even seeing his face.

For my goal then is to make the sex be about an exchange. I give my ass in exchange for him letting me grope his butt repeatedly. So from my love of the beauty of the male booty even while bottoming came this erotic poem:

It's All BUTT Love - Social Media Experiement

What does it take to do all of those Facebook Live, Instagram, and Snapchat videos? Considering how many of them show such mundane instances in one's day, one should wonder how much time they are wasting by watching them.

Case in point, I don't need to see you grocery shopping. Or walking to work. Or walking to your next gig... All with a stoic look on your face. IDGAF because...

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT HAVE TO DO

WITH YOUR BRAND????

And the answer is...

UNLESS YOUR BRAND IS "NARCISSISM",

NOT A MUTHA FUCKIN' THING!!!

This has always ran through my mind, but I thought more deeply about this while making the following video I posted on Instagram:

How do I plan on sleeping like a baby? By rubbing one out before I pass out with @tenga_pr's Flip Zero. #sextoys #masturbation #tenga #flipseries

A post shared by LeNair Xavier (@lenairxavier) on Apr 23, 2017 at 7:51am PDT

Afterwards, I left everything but my smartphone and the Tenga Flip Zero. Did what I said I was going to do with my Flip Zero, then went to bed. When I woke up the following morning, I came up with the idea to give this narcissistic craze a whirl. But to make it not be totally pointless, I still made it contribute to my brand.

So I decided to dance naked. I  told you I contributed to my brand. With every decision from the song, how much of the song, as well as how much of my body would show was decided upon, set up a tad more, and shot in less than an hour.

My decision after this was if it took that much work to quickly put together something that might actually contribute to the part of my brand meant to showcase the sex appeal of males over 30, especially of color, then what the fuck is wrong with the social skills of guys who take the time to post videos that contribute absolutely nothing to their brand.

It's fuckin' ridiculous!!!

Well, this is the end result of that experiment. It has gotten 800+ views at the time of writing this post. So I hope my snap decision to do this experiment contributes to my brand of representing being black, sexy, fit, high energy, while over 40.

What do you think?

It's All Butt Love from LeNair Xavier on Vimeo.

I'm Versatile, But I Prefer To....

I went to The Cock's Anniversary Party thrown by Daniel Nardicio. While standing around, a guy walked pass touching me to say "Hi". At first, my porn-induced PTSD that I've addressed before almost sent me into a violent rage. However, just as quickly as it was sparked, it was brought under control by realizing that I've met the guy before. Even more calming is the fact that every time we see each other, we flirt.

We got to catching up, talking about what I observed at that point about the crowd, and the conversation led to me talking about whether I'm a top, bottom, or versatile. Now, if you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, then you already know I'm versatile. But for some reason, he asked a question I've been asked before by others, and always danced around the question to avoid giving an answer. An act which is out of character for me, because this blog and my social media posts show that I'm normally quite forthcoming answering such questions about my sex life. Some things are off limits, but not that. So this time, I finally bit the bullet.

After I said I was versatile, the question he then asked was, "Which one do you prefer?"

I revealed my answer to be BOTTOM.

I paused for a moment to answer. Knowing my pause was not due to a shame towards bottoming. Proof of that lack of shame starts with my purposely going into gay porn as a bottom. Followed by my sex tales, captions on my Tumblr, sexual fantasies told on both, plus my refusal to date a popper-user. All of these make it obvious that I love the natural sensation of a cock riding back and forth inside my tight ass tunnel.  Whether that guy makes his cock move inside me with a slow romantic glide, the hard drilling of an extremely impassioned fuck, or any degree of vigor in between. The reason for my pause was because thanks to the media-induced perception of bottoms, my answer required some explanation.

The explanation that I gave is that looking back, bottoming has always been my preference. When I first imagined having sex with a guy, before knowing gay sex was anal sex, I thought of myself as a bottom. It wasn't until the night I lost my virginity that I realized that at some point, I would also top, and very easily become 50/50. Because when the guy I lost my virginity to wanted me to top him after he topped me, I couldn't. But I knew someday I would. And if not with him, then somebody else.

Also, when I masturbate, I assume the position of which I want to have sex in. So like most guys, I masturbate laying on my back. However, while a top lays on his back fantasizing about a bottom, I'm usually on my back imagining being giving a hot cock in missionary position, and the ass-man that I am worshiping my top's flexing ass. Occasionally, I will have a topping fantasy while lying down. Imagining a bubble butt hottie is riding my dick. However, my usual fantasy while lying down has me as a bottom.

As I said before, this was not the first time I was asked the question of which do I prefer, and I paused in answering all those other times, too. This was just the first time I ever analyzed my pause, and explained it briefly out loud to the person asking.

With that said, what made me hold out on answering the question before and this time was because I felt if I said "bottom", that it would make people assume that I was a versatile bottom, which I'm not. And I'm not saying there's something wrong with anyone who is. I simply know that as I have said in the past, I'm a very accommodating lover. I can make myself into what you need me to be in order for you my playmate to feel comfortable and sexually satisfied. Primarily by being an erotic mirror to my partner. For being his erotic mirror means being the sexual opposite he needs to be fulfilled. And only someone 100% versatile can do that.

While I explained just a little bit as to why I prefer bottoming. I did wonder to myself as to why I felt the need to explain. And just as quick as I asked myself that question, I quickly gave myself a reply.

It's because like I said, so much in our community makes being a bottom seem like a bad thing. Especially if you're a gay black male bottom. 

And for any and every color and ethnicity, bottoming is not rewarded. It is instead punished and ridiculed.

Look at sites like Men.com, which I've complained about a lot for this reason. And NakedKombat which makes the loser of the wrestling match have to bottom, and the bottoms don't look pleased.

They even more so don't look pleased on ActiveDuty, where I recall one scene some years ago featuring a guy who was wincing while he bottomed. And later in the scene, when the wincing bottom was able to top,  a scene description pops up on the screen to say that the once-wincing bottom "gets his revenge". My feeling is that there would be no need for the once-wincing bottom to "get his revenge" if he was enjoying his bottoming experience in the first place.

The porn industry (gay or straight) has little care if the one being penetrated is experiencing pleasure or pain. Producers/directors' sole concern is that the penetrating top has a cumshot so they can say, "End of scene, so my bank goes ka-ching!"

So this post is me proudly claiming that YES, I'm versatile, and while I prefer bottoming, I don't tolerate none of the aforementioned is self-loathing shit were taught to take thanks to porn.

An example of bottoms being ridiculed in our everyday lives is a "joke" I was once told 2nd hand.

It goes a little something like, "What do you call a guy with a small dick?... Duh! A bottom."

That "joke" to me is nothing more than another sign of gays being their own worst enemy. By displaying overcompensating macho bullshit at a bottom's expense. So the only one to find this humorous is an ungrateful top with no respect for any of his bottoming partners.

And bottoms definitely deserve respect and praise. For it takes a lot of manhood to be a bottom when you consider how anal sex was once considered a means to demean one's manhood. So one finding pleasure in taking any size cock up the ass is without a doubt, a signed of evolved manhood. Therefore, since it's 2017, those who demean bottoming need to catch up with the times.

And I'm not just saying this because I prefer bottoming. The proof is seen with every bottom you have ever played with, and gave you ass so good that after you came there was a smile formed by 2 holes on your body - 1) your mouth, and 2) the hole on your dick while it was shooting out your jizz load, and after.

So as I'm proclaiming my preference for bottoming, that does not mean that the ass-man that I also proclaim to be has died. I still have the lust to put my cock in a hot guy's  ass, and cum from its tight warmth inside, and seeing and feeling his buns jiggle on the outside.

However, I do get off on being underestimated, then becoming more powerful than you were told to believe. And my past sex tales as a bottom, plus my past, present, and future blog and social media posts all show how those of us who truly know how to bottom are far from the weak creatures we have been led to believe, and asked to portray. Hence why this confession was most necessary.

Upside-Down Heart Ass

This one guy was making eyes with me from a distance at a bar. At first, I tried to avoid eye contact because I thought he was someone else. A drug addicted someone else from my past. Later on, he stood next to me at the bar to order a drink. This was the point where I realized that he wasn't who I dreaded him being. So I could now proceed further with seeing where this attraction would go.

In my usual observation to bar backrooms, I saw him. As I continued further, I saw him make out with a couple of guys, but this fat guy was the one who was about to have sex with him.

The fat guy was huffing on poppers. And like all guys dumb enough to use poppers as a crutch, once his dick got hard enough to enter him, in just a few thrusts, his dick started going limp. So he would fall out of the guy, then jerk himself to get hard so he could get back in the bottom. But this one time, it took so long that the fat guy backed up and out. This allowed the bottom to turn to me. Inviting me to do what our looks earlier showed we wanted....It was now my turn to fuck his ass. And I felt this was not a time to fuck bareback. For the thought of letting my precious cock touch the remnants of that poppered-up, limp-dick fucktard that was in him before me disgusted me. For this I say, thank goodness for condoms.

When the other guy had him, I could see the bottom's ass from a profile angle. This time, I could get the best view possible. From being behind him while thrusting in and out of him. So he stood up to turn my way, then once in front of me, he bent over again awaiting my hard cock's entry.

Just as my dick as starting to go soft from watching the popper-addict's struggle, this guy putting his ass in front of me was like taking a grade of Viagra that kicked into your system in less than 10 seconds, as opposed to the herbal supplement I recommend that take 20 - 45 minutes. Once I started sliding into him, he gave out a pleasure moan. I'm sure he moaned so loud because my dick was totally hard from the moment I entered him, and stayed that way, unlike the preceding top. And the moan intensified with each initial thrust. And like when a cowboy kicks the side of his horse to make it go faster, a squeeze of his sphincter and/or ass tunnel around my cock made me thrust even harder. To the point that even over the music, I could still hear the body slaps of my groin to his ass. And I'm sure he moaned so loud because my dick was totally hard and going in deep.

The way his ass looked when he bent over, with the sides curving nicely outward starting from his waist, going out until the lines reaches near the bottom, then they come towards each other, finally meeting by a slight turn inward ----what many call a "pear-shape". But being the deep-thinker that I am, I saw something different, and I saw it for a reason. I saw an object that was a perfect fit into that space, saying something about his mindset. In this guy's case, I saw an upside down heart.

A heart usually symbolizes love. Maybe in the case of this guy, it was symbolizing his heart turned upside down by someone he was once involved with. Or maybe, for no recent circumstances, the upside-down heart I saw was saying nothing romantic at all. I began to feel that maybe regardless of his relationship status, that upside-down heart showed how he was about the opposite of love. And when it comes to sex, the opposite of love is not necessarily hate...In some ways, and to some degree, it's LUST.

And his lust for me practically never got denied. For that previously mentioned time was not our only go-around. We had a few. Each time, it was the same position of him bending over, but felt so good at the moment that it didn't get old. What was getting old was how his white shirt kept coming down over his ass with my every thrust. So I kept pulling the shirt up so it wouldn't block the view of the upside-down heart I imagined could fit on that shapely ass of his.

The last fuck resulted from him walking around seeing me after another fuck-round, coming over to kiss me, and when I felt his ass during that kiss, my Aries aggression kicked in. I grabbed him by the hand, took him into a corner, we passionately kissed, then he bent over so we could fuck again. This was the final time because this fuck plus all previous ones led this one to result in a cum and energy draining orgasm.

Regrettably, we didn't exchange numbers. Because as you can see from my drawing above, I can't get that ass out of my head just yet. And a smile comes across my face each time I think of it. So I see no problem with having another go-around....Or a few.

Fucking The What Out Of Me

I recently went to the Rainbow Playground up in Queens for a Tuesday night CumUnion party. As soon as I arrived, I found myself watch by a couple of guys. Both were good looking and had nice bodies. So why was I hesitant, and stand-offish? It's because I'm humble enough to not be arrogant about the compliments I get on my looks. So their pursuit of me was a bit overwhelming. Plus, it had been quite awhile since the last time I was at a sex party there. So I needed to feel the vibe, and find my comfort zone in this space uncommon to me.

Once I settled into that comfort zone, I found myself standing as the right angle in a right triangle between those 2 aforementioned guys. The place was so dark in that particular area that I decided one of these guys were going to get me. Top or bottom, someone was getting it. So it was decision-making time.

There was a short well-built Latino, and a light skin guy who was either Black or Latino. I chose the former. After all, I liked him from the moment I saw his silhouette. And as I walked towards him for a better view, I like him even more. Plus, I suspected he was more of what I needed. Time would only tell if I was right.

We started feeling each other up. We reached for each other's cock, and groped each other's asses. We did it so much that not I, or any passerby voyeur could tell who was going to be the top and who was going to be the bottom. I'm sure many assumed  the general straight perception we are brought up with. So because of the inches difference in height with me being taller that I would be the top.

Well, I'm glad I was wrong.

Her took me over to this mattress, and had me suck his cock. And if you didn't already know, I LOVE to suck dick.. Just don't make it the all of the sex we have. Make cocksucking foreplay. With that being the case, I was not disappointed. Because I knew my mouth was worshiping that dick looking a tad too big for his little frame was doing so to prepare it for worshiped by the tightness of my ass. My ass, which had been too long without a cock inside it for a satisfying amount of time.

Uh, remember that saying "Be care what you wish for". Ummm, I got what I wished for. We fucked missionary, doggy, side saddle, Y. I remember throwing my ass on his dick  in missionary, and even more so during doggy style. As the time of his in me seemed usually long for a sex party fuck, I became more verbal. At one point during doggy style, I buried my fists into the mattress and started thrusting my ass onto his cock while he was thrusting into me. Both parties moving like this doesn't usually work because they have to both be on the same exact beat and rhythm. And as it turned out, not only were we on the same rhythm. But we were actually following the beat of the electro-dance music playing.

Electro-dance music, which I hate. Because that music was why I had no idea how long he was inside me. It's because that fuckin' song never seemed to goddamn end! I just assumed we were at it for about 20 - 30 minutes, which like I said, is unusually long for a sex party fuck. That's the amount of time you have sex with a hook-up, or your significant other. Not at a sex party. And trust me, that is merely an observation. Not by any means is it a complaint.

After realizing we were at it for so long, I did the unthinkable...I stopped him. It wasn't because I was so tired of fucking. Because like I said, I needed to bottom, and 20 - 30 minutes at a sex party should definitely scratch that itch good. The oddness of it is because when I bottom, I'm a power bottom. And as good as his cock was, you would think I'd be writing this blog post with his dick still thrusting and throbbing in my ass. So what stopped me? It's because I had numerous moments during the sex where I felt something that maybe those of you readers who are more expert bottoms can enlighten me on.

During the sex, I had a few instances of feeling something in my dick ready to shoot out. I was not stroking my dick, because as usual, I was too busy either holding my position, or even more likely, enjoying touching on him. So I was repeatedly trying to figure out: was I about to piss? Or was this guy's cock so good that he was literally fucking the cum out of me? To the point that I could ejaculate hands-free?


Repeatedly asking myself this started to fuck with my rhythm, so I stopped the sex, and told him I needed a break. Afterwards, I went to the bathroom, and pissed - but not much. So my expert bottom readers, I'm asking you, what does your expert experience tell you what was going on with my body? Because if such an instance happens again, if it's a cumshot my dick is craving to let loose, I want to let it go, and fall into my own jizz - the aftermath of a hot fuck.

Getting Out The Kinks: Pants-LESS Is More

I wrote about this kink before some years ago when I was blogging for the gay porn company, Pitbull Productions. But since that blog is now gone, I thought it best to revisit it since I've matured in my writing skills and knowledge to explain what is my personal draw to this kink.

Like anybody else, I'm an admirer of a handsome face. So of course my sexual fantasies are sparked by the thought of looking in that face during sex. And while I am versatile in real life, my fantasies usually have me assume the role of bottom. So it doesn't hurt to have a gorgeous face to imagine looking at while having a bottoming fantasy.

I have also made it no secret that I'm a total ass-man.

In fact, I will fantasize about bottoming for a guy based on seeing only his ass. Never really caring if I ever see his dick.

Now, just because I'm a total ass-man, that doesn't mean that I will turn down the chance to see a beautiful dick. And since I'm not by any means a size-queen, I don't care about his cock size.

I'm a happy camper as long as there is a cock to fantasize about letting in my ass. Be it just inside the hole, deep enough to massage my prostate, or so deep that the more he thrusts in my ass, the more latex or pre-cum I can taste.

My next favorite body part to base my sexual fantasies on are his legs.

I love a nice strong pair of legs, especially his calves. It helps me to imagine him having the muscles to push hard and deep into my ass.

Seeing a man's chest and arms are not big concerns of the sex in my fantasies, or real life. I am however concerned about his stomach. I don't care if it's his abs are washboard. However, if his wearing only a shirt makes him look like he's wearing the old maternity tops women used to wear, then I'm turned off. And that is not a statement of fat-shaming. I'm just stating I'm not normally into larger guys. But I have had a couple of husky guys in my day.

With all that said, it should be clear to see that the titillating sight of a guy wearing only a top and no pants allows me to focus on the bareness of the body parts that incite my lust the most.

Well, if you like the photos in this post, then you'll be glad to learn that I have over 300 more photos in my public One Drive folder labeled "No Pants". So enjoy.

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