Enter, Thrust, Throb, Cream + backstory

One beauty of having your own laptop keep in the solitude of your room is that you can be as much of a pervert about it as you want to be. Namely, through your wallpaper. For this is a screenshot of the wallpaper I had on my computer at the time my song "Enter, Thrust, Throb, Cream" came to mind.

It's a still from a NextDoor Studios scene in which Michael DelRay tops Scotty Zee. So that's Scotty Zee cute butt.

For me, sex is art. So while this photo does turn me on, I don't stop and jerk off to this pic. I turn on my laptop see the nature-created artistry of a cock inside a nice wanting ass, and get to work.

However, on one particular day, I got up to take a break from a project. In doing so, I closed the web browser and all open windows, leaving me to see just that wallpaper. Suddenly, a subconscious thought came to me. I can tell it was my subconscious because as it reached my conscious mind, its volume slowly increased. It was 4 words said rhythmically describing what was going on in the picture, and the result. I knew that because while I couldn't instantly figure out what the middle 2 words were, I knew the first word was "Enter" and the last was "Cream" - 2 words I use very often when describing the process of sex.

As I thought more about it, I realized the other 2 words were to describe actions that fascinate me during sex. Knowing how I've always been fascinated how penetrative sex is a simple thrusting back and forth that brings one so much euphoric physical pleasure, it should be no surprise how the next word was "Thrust". Followed by the next fascinating thing during sex is the various times a guy's cock will throb as he's getting closer and closer to orgasm and ejaculation. Making the other word "Throb".

With the words now set in their rhythm, next came describing each word's part in sex from the entering of the penis to the ejaculation(s) that often concludes it. And this is the end result a cappella:

SEX.... Never Lose Its Fascination

Sex has always been an interesting subject to me.

Looking back to being a grade school child when I learned exactly what sex is; then starting to masturbate, which gave me some idea of how great sex feels to the body; then as I got older, even as a virgin, learning sex was a beautiful and powerful thing. Such a powerful thing that it can create life. Then once I finally experienced it for myself, I further understood that power. Seeing how while I already knew that when done right, sex can create life in a physical state, I also saw how it can create life in a spiritual state as well. But I additionally saw how when done wrong, it can be just as easily end those states of life. So the older I get, the more I understand how we have to respect that power and not take it lightly. And I try to educate people to do the same.

Just the outward simplicity of sex... simple back and forth motions. Causing all those inward complexities of sensations throughout the body, effecting the mind, and changing lives. ALL OF THAT IS FASCINATING.

And as long as there is life to continue, it will never cease being fascinating. Especially among us human being. So I wrote a poem to talk about the never ending fascination that is sex. Enjoy.

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 Personified

What makes a man "sex personified"?

Well, before I give my answer, to prove that my including myself in the above collage is not me being arrogant thinking I'm all that, let me recall what happened to me to make me consider the reality of such a thing, and start seeing it in others.

Way back when the NYC gay bar/club Splash was around, one night I was as usual, dancing alone. Still celebrating my being out. It might have been about a year before I got into porn. Anyway, this cute European guy comes to the dancefloor with 2 females. As much as I wanted to stare and hopefully make eye contact, I didn't try because he was with the 2 females.

You see, I don't try to court guys at a bar/club known for hook-ups when I know they are with friends. That's because it is often the case that they are either looking out for the friends, or following the lead of the friends. Which in turn makes those friends become the biggest cock-blockers. And this instance might not have been any different.

For as I said, I was dancing all by myself. He was with the females about 4 - 6 ft. away. Then my peripheral vision saw him starting to approach me. I was hoping that this was him making the 1st move. Once he got right by me, I turned to look directly at him. He then initiated speaking by saying...

"YOU ARE SEX! You're like,...", while looking me up and down as in awe, he concluded by saying, "...the whole thing! You are just so beautiful. I had to say that to you."

I smiled and thanked him, and then he just simply turned around and went back to the 2 females he came in with. Never saying another word to me. So I'm left standing there thinking, "Uh,... what the fuck just happened?"

Because he left me so bewildered, I never took what he said to heart. I just thought of him as a drunk Euro boy who made himself dismissable by being drunk. Then things started to happen in my life to make me more aware of my sex appeal. Things that made me have to wonder... why did he just break from his group like that, say those words to me, then walk away? In his eyes, was my beauty, or my aura that striking that it compelled him to do that? If there is any truth to the saying, "a drunk man's words are a sober man's truth", then the answer is YES. And there have been numerous instances since confirming it.

Such as while I was an extra on Michael Lucas' "Dangerous Liaisons", some of the pornstars kept looking over at me. I was standing far enough away from people that there was no way to confuse myself as to where they were looking, or who they were looking at.... Except maybe behind me. So I turned around to look. All to have to say to myself, "Nope, no one there. So their eyes are on YOU!"

Or as I wrote a few years ago about how I'll go to sex parties where all the guys there are being wallflowers. However, when I finally find someone to my liking, and have sex with them, then the wallflowers stop being wallflowers. To the extent that I have witnessed guys who were wallflowers simultaneously when I arrived start having sex with each other.

And even today, I will get on the bus or train, and walk in the door to see sometimes males, sometimes females, and sometimes both... stop and stare at me in adoration. Or see a guy being arm and arm with his girlfriend or wife. As I'm in my spot listening to music, reading a book, or just being to my thoughts, I'll suddenly feel eyes on me. Then in my peripheral vision, I'll discover that those eyes on me... are from the guy from the straight couple.

He'll be looking me up and down. Making a full assessment of me from head to toe. Then out of guilt, start a public display of affection with his female partner. OR his woman will start some PDA knowing good and darn well that she'll never confront him about checking out a man.

As stated before, this is not me being arrogant. This is just me being observant of people's actions around me, and when I've unsuspectedly have become involved in those actions. Plus, if I was arrogant about this, I wouldn't me willing to admit and admire that there are others who seem to have that same kind of presence.

The presence that makes a man (or woman) sex personified. Someone having a sexual aura that makes sexuality come to the forefront of many minds as soon as that person walks into a space. Consuming the admirer to the point that the admirer considers crossing their taught boundaries of color, ethnic preference, or even their degree of straight or gay.

It is a reality, and that is where the poem "Sex Personified" is born from.

Fuck Train Engine

In my blog article "Evolution of My Bottoming", I mentioned how the French guy I was with made me the front of a fuck train, while he was the center. And how he was such a skilled center in picking up the rhythm of the guy at the end (the caboose) that I could feel the fuck rhythm changed when that last guy entered. That made me also reminisce about a couple of 3somes I had with a hot couple in Harlem. And how I experienced the same shift of who was running the fuck rhythm because of them being that much of a sexually in-tuned couple.

With that said, as far as my sexual history goes, I have been the engine, the passenger car, and the caboose of a fuck train. However, my favorite part is being the front - the engine.

After a social media posting, I was reminded that there have been a number of misinterpretations of what a fuck train is. Mostly because guys hear a term, and don't properly investigate the exact details of its meaning..OR they make up a term just to so their male sexual ego can say they made something. This has led to many confusing a "fuck train" with the terminology of "running a train on" someone. I personally feel the term "running a train" is quite idiotic because it is already what is succinctly and more appropriately referred to as a "gangbang".

So I made this drawing to give a visual of what a fuck train is. As for the color of the bodies, it's my way of giving a big "FUCK YOU" to the narrow-minded perception bestowed on us by porn. For all of the fuck trains seen in porn make it seem that only white males are sexually adventurous enough to participate in a real fuck train.

Plus, a real pleasurable fuck train is only 3 bodies. Not 4 or more. These 2 pictures may look hot because of the vast number of men being sexually charged simultaneously counters so many forms of sexual represssion. However, in actuality, it's another stint of a porn director living vicariously through his performers. Telling them to do something that may look sexy optically, but is by no means pleasurable in real life. For the too many bodies make it is a ball of confusion.


Well, truth be told, my fuck train experiences have been pretty much the skin color scheme I drew. I was the front of the fuck train with the medium skin tone; the guy in me was lighter complexioned, and the guy who was the caboose has always been the darkest. This was never intentional. It just worked out that way. And I'm quite proud of it because the diverse skin tones show how being sexually adventurous is not a market cornered by one skin color.

With that said, I am well aware that I am not the greatest artist in the world. I've been drawing since I was in kindegarten, but fell off from improving my skill. However, I do maintain enough skill to make my drawings say what they need to say. And in this case, it is to say...

THIS IS A FUCK TRAIN.

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. 😉

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:

Sleep Inside Me with Sexual Electricity

In October, I went back to the return of the erotic open mic event Titillating Tongues. The event is one of many open mic event produced by Michael Geffner for his Inspired Word series. And that's a keyword to what my presentation was that night....

INSPIRED.

For my entire presentation featured 3 poems. All inspired by images. One was a photo I found online, while the other 2 were drawing of mine.

When I came across this photo online, I knew at some point a story of some kind was going to come out of it. I just didn't know it was going to be a poem. I have no idea as to who the photographer is, or who the models are. So if you have any idea, please leave the info in the comments section.

Now, some of you might be pissed to see a man and a woman on my blog. Well, first of all, as a bisexual, I have an appreciation for the beauty of sex in all sexual orientations. Plus, the beauty of sex between a male and a female is how you got here. So don't make it ugly (and regrettable) by being a hetero-phobe.

In any case, there's no reason why you can't take that photo and imagine it being a hot guy sleeping with you. Let the beauty of imagination take over. Like I did when I finally buckled down and wrote this poem. Making this end result....

The include photo inspired the poem you hear being read at @InspiredWordNYC's Titillating Tongues. The poem is titled, "Sleep Inside Me". pic.twitter.com/4IxwaT2zNY

— LeNair Xavier (@LeNairXavier) November 7, 2016

The next poem was very brief. It simply speaks of the electricity during anal sex born from the friction between a man's dick and his sex partner's ass. Hence the title, "Sexual Electricity".

"Sexual Electricity" The drawing inspired my erotic poem of the same name read at the @InspiredWordNYC's Titillating Tongues on 10/21/2016. pic.twitter.com/q6Xre4W6tB

— LeNair Xavier (@LeNairXavier) November 7, 2016

The last poem from that presentation was inspired by the drawing to your right. It is meant to shall we say "flip the bird" to the sexual racism in the gay community endorsed by porn, and most other branches of gay media and entertainment. It's titled, "Black + White = Silver".

The reason why the poem is not included in this post is because of the power of Twitter.

In promoting my appearance at Titillating Tongues, I tweeted this pic along with the other 2 above, and someone putting together an E-zine is considering to include it in that e-zine. If you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you probably have already seen this drawing. You just never heard or read the poem that was inspired by the artwork. You missed it by not coming to hear it read live at Titillating Tongues. However, if all goes well, I'll be giving you the info so that you can read it soon enough.

Well, I hope you like the artwork that inspired my latest erotic poems. Who knows? Maybe one day I'll have an exhibit at the Leslie-Lohman Museum of Gay & Lesbian Art. LOL

Open Mic Exhibitionism, Virginity Giveaway, and Loathing of Clothing

Last year, it was quite disappointing to learn that The Inspired Word was ending Titillating Tongues. Because there are so few events like it in New York City offering a safe space for erotic artist to showcase their work.

Well, I am please to announce that  Titillating Tongues in making a return. Before, it was at Soho Playhouse, then Le Poisson Rouge. Now, it's out of Manhattan, and coming to the Brooklyn speakeasy, Hell Phone.

What's special about this return is that I was introduced to Titillating Tongues by Aimee Herman emailing me an invitation to be a featured performer, and I have been invited to be a featured performer again in this return, but this time by Inspired Word producer, Mike Geffner.

I know I broke new ground there with my debut and various other performances. Some of which included me stripping on the stage, which led to a mention in TimeOut New York. Well, I'm not sure I'll go that far this time around, YET. For I have yet to see the space, and learn what I'm working with. In the meantime, I do hope that if you're in NYC, that you'll come by, and check me and all of the other performers out. And maybe even take part yourself since their is a 15-slot open mic.

With all that said, the only teaser I'm giving are the titles of the poems to be included in my set thus far:

LeNair's Exhibitionist Credo

Overdue Virginity Giveaway

Notches

Strut of No Shame

Loathing of Clothing

So if you're in NYC, I hope to see you all on September 23rd.
Get your tickets HERE. 

Come See Me: Sex/Intellect - Same Body, Same Mind

Since 2011, I have been invited to read poetry at The Rainbow Book Fair's COME HEAR! Poetry Salon.

It is an invitation I consider an honor, and for that, I have always graciously accepted. So the invitation to read this year is no different.

For the last few years, I have tried to make my 5-minute appearance within those 6 hours mean something. Something that will linger after I have walked away from the microphone/podium. Last year, I did it better than ever with the poem "Beauty To 44 & 5 Despites". I was constantly stopped by other poets and guests thanking me for addressing the way under-discussed topic of ageism in the gay community. And for that, I thank all who have viewed the viewed the video I did of me reciting the poem shortly after.

With that said, this year, I'm combating how here in America, we as a whole have a problem looking at a person as an intellectual being, as well as a sexual being in the same space and time. Over the years, I've often felt this was why I never saw fans of mine at both my appearances at Will Clark's Porno Bingo and the discussions I've moderated for Men of All Colors Together. This makes us hypocrites in how we present ourselves to the world, for Americaas a whole is nowhere near as evolved as we present ourselves. And I would like to change that. So my plan is to do 2 poems. Two (2) poems that make it unavoidable to see me as both a intellectual and sexual being because there is no break in my 5 allotted minutes.

So what poems can you look forward to for me to accomplish my goal?

Praising Missionary, which is a sexy (sometimes raunchy) foreplay poem about being a bottom, and proud to do so in missionary position.

The necessity for this poem is because "thanks" to porn, both being a bottom and missionary position are seen by many in our community to be ones of weakness, worthy only of disrespect. If you think I'm lying, look at the profiles of bottoms on hook-up sites, and how the bottoms at backrooms and sex parties (too often) allow themselves to be treated. So with this poem, I'm using erotica to instill a much needed mutual respect between bottoms and tops, primarily in the missionary position. With the bottom having the rare chance in any art form to initiate demands for that intimacy.

We Are Armed (H.I.V.E. Soldiers) is my poetic declaration written for those who are HIV+ and their allies.

It's to be their stand against those who are show prejudice towards those with HIV.

I'm scheduled to be on from around 3:15 - 3:20 pm. So if you're in NYC on April 9th, I hope to see you there. And while I'm shy, you don't have to be.

Please, feel free to come up to me and say "Hello".

Sexual Desires For 45

In 10 days, I will be 45 years old. In both mind and body, I think I've maintained myself quite well. And based on my sexual experiences, I've done quite well in that department as well.

Speaking of sexual experiences, I don't know a man alive that doesn't want sex for his birthday. Well, I am no different. Now, while I will take a good old-fashioned roll in the hay with much gratitude, there are some sexual occurrences that would make my gratitude even greater.

Double Penetration
Now, I have asked for this on this blog for years. And those who offered either did so unexpectedly, or was offering a component I expressly said I didn't want for my 1st d.p. (like one guy with a huge cock).

Of those unexpected offers, my experiencing being a double penetration bottom has happened. However, while I'm over 90% all for spontaneity, this was a case where the spontaneity left me too partially fulfilled. Because I was fulfilled by the fact I can say I experienced it, but that's where the satisfaction ends. So I want a do-over. One more along of the lines of what I stated in my blog post where I figured out the D.P. formula that would work to my satisfaction.

Let me add, a stipulation just in case I find myself unable to handle both cocks presented to me simultaneously. In such a case, I'd bottom for both guys separately. With the one to get me first being the guy who I have never had sex with before, or it's been the longest since we last hooked up.

International Gangbang
This is something I have yet to experience, and was willing to show fans by doing it as a scene while I was doing studio-based porn. That however, never came to fruition.

If you knew every detail of my sexual history, you could say that my list of sex partners could fill up a Gay U.N. Because I think I've had sex with guys from every continent, but Antarctica. So I've been with enough guys to make an international gangbang, just not all in one fuck session.

Now, in case you don't know by now, I don't pride myself on how much sex I have. Instead, I pride myself on what I learn from my sexual encounters. And part of what I would like to learn is if there is any difference is a guy's sexual styles based on their ethnicity. Well, due to the different ways different cultures teach their males about sex, I'm sure there is for most guys but not all. And an international gangbang would be a great way to get some (but not a concrete) answer, and have fun while doing it. Don't you think?

BiSexual 3-Way
This might gross out all of the infantile hetero-phobes reading this post, but I have long wanted a bisexual guy to fuck a woman, and with his cock wet from her pussy juice, for him to then fuck my ass. And while he's having sex with the woman, allow me to feel his body.

Well, since I don't know too many hot bi-guys, this is a kind of birthday sex that is a real longshot.

Unrequited Lust
There are many guys living in NYC who are on my social media lists who I wouldn't deny a roll in the hay with. And many of them already know who they are. And in case they don't know, here's a tip:

If I've groped your ass, crotch, or sucked your dick, you're more than likely a contender.

With these 3 possible scenarios, there's one I have no problem with revisiting....

Surprise Sex

I have no problem revisiting this situation if the previous 3 don't happen because one of my followers favorite home sex videos come from a guy I met that way....My playmate from "Why It's WE Fucked".

I went out arriving at a bar a tad before midnight. Upset because a former fuckbuddy wasn't reciprocating my advances for the great sex we were having to also be a gift for my birthday. So I went to the bar, not on a search for numbing sex, but to not stare at the walls of my apartment where that sex would have happened had the former fuckbuddy responded accordingly. So I went to the bar backroom to do my usual study of sexual behavior, and noticed one guy who went down on me. While that guy was going down on me, I noticed this other guy who had someone going down on him. We noticed each other, but trying to be loyal to the guy already blowing me (who was lackluster at cocksucking), I tried to ignore this possible new suitor. But he was persistent. Then by chance, we wound up closer to each other. It was likely because the guy who was blowing him had stopped, and was trying to back his ass up on my new suitor. My new suitor wasn't having it, and when the guy blowing me stopped to take a breath, my new suitor took me away, and we wound up fucking my ass right there. And it is very likely that at my time of birth, 2:57 AM, this guy's cock was in my ass.

So that night was HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!

With such options listed, I wonder which one will come to fruition? And if one does, who will I have to thank for the smile that will be on my face. Only the morning after will tell. Until then...

Getting Off To The WORST STROKER EVER!!!

The first time I tried Palm-Tec SE Vol. 19 Stroker, the picture on the right (with my cum running down the side) was the end result. However, the backstory to what it took to make that happen will make anything near that end result a shock.

For the 1st time I tried Palm-Tec SE Vol. 19 Stroker, it hurt to get in. Primarily due to the fact that this "toy" takes the term "choking the chicken" a bit too fuckin' literal!

By the entry way of the toy being too damn tight!

Now, I have repeatedly admitted that I don't have the thickest dick in the world, but nor is it the thinnest. So if I say that after my 1st try to get in it that my dick was imprinted with lines from the neck to the point that my cock looked like a dark brown Michelin Man, then you know we have a problem.

So what made me shoot such a load were my putting on a good porno, and the knobs inside past the entry neck rubbing against my dick.
And to make up for the agony my dick suffered from the toy's neck, I kept thrusting all the way to the very end of the toy that has a hole to create suction. Hence why when I came, me not always being a shooter, shot a cumload that shot up like a volcano.

Knowing I was going to try again, I left a bottle of body oil in the neck of the toy for 24 hours. The end result?...My dick still comes out with rings on it. Only this time, it is a less intense-looking brown Michelin Man.

With my Nude Dude Review, I make it a point that if I'm not stripping down to, not necessarily dropping trou, but at the least undoing my pants, then the toy is not worth making a video for. Proof of that is how in my 3 Nude Dude Reviews thus far, 2 of them have made me conclude with me covering my privates with the featured toy, and the other with me stripped down to a pair of skimpy underwear.

So now you're probably wondering: If I got off with this toy, then why am I not giving it the same treatment? It's because those 3 toys got me off by their own merit. Besides the obvious need for lube, I didn't need an outside product to make the toy workable or enjoyable. Such was not the case with the Palm-Tec SE Vol. 19 Stroker. As I stated twice earlier, I needed a hard bottle to sit in its neck for an elongated length of time just so I could get my cock into the toy. Followed by me ((not using, but) needing a bullet vibrator in the hole to distract how my cock was still being choked. So based on its own merit, if I did a Nude Dude Review of Palm-Tec SE Vol. 19 Stroker, It would end with me being probably too clothed for your taste.

With all that said, I made an effort to get a video out of this toy to prove a point...How even if it's a poorly made toy, you can sometimes still make it work.

Inside Palm-Tec Vol. 19 Stroker powered by XTube

Boss of My Body/The Symphony from Sex

Dear Gay Porn Producers/Directors,

The message in this poem is for you. Especially if I have had the displeasure of working with you, or corresponding with you about working with you...

Normally, after I read a poem and do a striptease in the middle of it, I dash off the stage right after the poem. Not this time. This time, after reading "Boss of My Body", I stuck around to do another poem.

A poem about how often the best music to play during sex is the sound of sex itself....

"The Symphony from Sex".

These videos just go to show that you never know what you're going to get out of me when I take to the stage. ;-)

Inside Noches Latinas Pussy

I've played with enough sex toys on camera to show my gayness. On my XTube channel, you've seen me do things like fuck a Fleshlight and fuck myself with a Clone-A-Willy dildo.

Well, since I do define myself as a predominately gay bisexual, I felt you should see me with at least one toy to show my sexual admiration for a female's vagina. So I went to work one day, and chose a masturbating sleeve made like a vagina, but not molded from a female porn performer. That idea led me to the Doc Johnson Noches Latinas Pocket Pussy.

I don't play porn during sex. However, being the self-proclaimed sexual geek that I am, if I really wanted porn playing while I have sex, it would be of all that I couldn't see. Primarily, my dick inside my partner, or my partner's dick inside of me, and I'd get turned on by seeing each other's responses of our bodies coming together. With that in mind, like my farewell to Fleshjack and some of my other recent videos on XTube, I decided that I should shoot my getting some (fake) pussy from the inside.

(NOTE: I am aware that when it comes to the real action that the sound is out of sync. Numerous attempts were made to correct this to no avail)

Weapon Of Mass Seduction

In Lust With....Bel Gris

It's been quite a long while since I posted anything for this category of my blog. And based on you object of my lust, you can see why.

Bel Gris is a Spanish straight porn actor. For those of you thinking I'm a hypocrite because of how I feel about the porn industry after my time in it, I've always said that my feelings about the industry makes me picky about the porn I watch. I must see a genuine attraction between the performers. I must feel that they're exhibitionists, and not prostitutes in front of the camera.

With that being said, as a man who loves watching sex be the adults straight, gay, or bi, I definitely feel I'm getting what I want watching Bel Gris in action.

Watching his rhythmic thrusts makes me wish those woman's pussies were my tight asshole being filled with his big, thick, uncut dick.

An uncut dick which inspired a recently post on one of my Tumblr blogs.

And I love watching his long dark hair flow because of either his hard plowing, or a woman eagerly riding his dick. It reminds me of the El Salvadorian I got it on with in my homemade video, "Why It's WE Fucked". Me riding his cock, and his pounding my ass made his hair flow the same way.

Lastly, who can resist how Bel always shoots a massive cumload. Definitely not a cum-pig like myself.

I'm always having fantasies where we live in a STI-free world so he can without care either feed his cumload in my mouth, and I would most definitely swallow. Or my tight hole would milk his big cock, and that cumload would shoot so far up my ass that it would take days to come down.

So on that note, I'll leave you to your "seducing straight guy" fantasy. Because writing this blog post has put me in the mood for another about Bel Gris. ;-)

I ♥ Sex with Extremes

It's been quite awhile since I've told a tale about my sexcapades at a Daniel Nardicio party. So this is what happened to me recently at Daniel Nardicio's Horn of Plenty.

I knew before hand that I was going to strip down and walk around in either my underwear or totally naked. It was just a matter of when. It got delayed because a guy came up and started talking to me. He wasn't initially one of my preferred types, but I thought to give him a chance to work his way into being so. That didn't work out so well.

The conversation started out great. His flattery and all of that was working. That is until we're weren't talking for 10 minutes yet, and already he reached down my jeans to feel my ass. In a place like The Cock, that's good timing. Plus, he did ask for consent. Then what's the problem?...He asked while he his hand was already down my jeans, and not before. But for some reason, unlike with past intruders upon my personal space, I was polite. I didn't use my words of truth about his lacking social skills as a means to drill through his skin, flesh, then bone, then turn his heart into string by ripping it out through the hole. Although his actions gave me every right to do so. For this reason, when he decided to go get a drink, while I could have done like most guys, and used him for a free drink to pay for his bad manners, I instead went elsewhere.

And that's when the fun of my night began.

First, I got undressed. Because at a Daniel Nardicio party, I tend to feel way overdressed in any degree of shirt and pants. Even if it was summer time, wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts would be too much for me. So I stripped down to my jockstrap.

I ran into a guy I fooled around with before at the ManMeat NYC parties. At that party, he topped me. And we knew we still wanted each other. So we slipped into a dark corner, and made out. Then he started positioning himself. I saw that ass that I was groping when he was fucking me missionary at that sex party. This time however, he was offering it for me to enter. So I took the obligation and topped him. I would have shot my load if it wasn't for the big White guy who kept touching me even though I was politely moving his hand off of me.

After that playmate left, I met another guy. He was a White guy over 6 feet tall. We kept giving each other quick glances and smiles. After awhile, I realized that he was like me ----shy. So I upped the ante on our conversation. I wasn't sure if it was just conversation, or conversation leading to some kind of sexual play. It became clear once he decided to tell me that he was a bottom. I figured that he might have told me that because with our height difference, a guy my height of 5'6" courting him might most likely want him to be their top. Well, truth be told, I was game for that if he was.

We went to the bathroom together only to find a bunch of other guys there. He obviously didn't care as he immediately squatted down, pulled my dick out of my jockstrap, and sucked away. And he was actually very good. Good enough that I wish there was enough room to bend him over, and fuck his ass. While a blowjob to me whether I'm the giver or receiver is an invitation to fuck, in this case, it would have also been my way to say "Thank you, Baby. You earned my dick in you."

While I was getting sucked, someone was touching me. I looked up to see who was touching me, and it was this good-looking short Latino I noticed earlier. But once I started raising my head, he immediately stopped. And I never had a chance to give him a bad look. And I wouldn't anyway. Because once I saw it was him, I was all for it. So after he stopped, I reached out for him. Once he came over to me, he got behind me, and grinded against my ass while the other guy continued sucking my dick. I reached behind me to feel the Latino's ass. It was nice, juicy, and so smooth. I never said it, but it made me want his dick. Then he pulled back for a moment. I heard the rip of a packet I figured was a condom, then after a pause, he started feeling for my asshole. Once he found it, he put on a spit lube. So it was like he read my mind.

I wasn't sure if getting fucked in the ass would kill my hard-on from the guy sucking me. For in the past, I would lose a hard-on once my ass got penetrated. The only way my dick stayed hard was by taking a male enhancement pill. But even then, there was no way I was going to orgasm.

However, since my job gave me those Aneros prostate massagers for my birthday, even though I've masturbated with each of them at least 1 time apiece, just like the brain that governs it, my body is a quick learner. For it seems that my orgasms while playing with my 5 Aneros toys has taught my body to do something that I couldn't even promise porn producers like Michael Lucas ----I can now orgasm while being penetrated. However, this was the first time I would probably find out if I could shoot a load while being fucked by an actual person.

Well, with each thrust from the Latino, I felt myself getting closer and closer to shooting my cum load in the White guy's mouth. And just as I was nearing the point of no return...another interruption. This time, it was a tall Asian that I've seen there before being his usually socially awkward self.

The surface thinking part of me feels sorry for guys like the Asian and the big White guy I mentioned earlier. Meanwhile, the deep-thinker looks at the big picture and gets pissed off to near violence. For I realize that just how I made the choice to be sexually repressed because of my strict Christian upbringing, they made the choice to live a life where they either don't get out much, live a life contrary to their sexual nature, are out of shape so few people want them, follow the rules of some sexual repressive cultures, or what have you. So whatever the case may be, with them being adults, satisfying them for their self-induced shortcomings is not my fuckin' problem!

Even though those interruptions made me have to go home and beat off before going to sleep, my night put a smile on my face. For I had a tall guy on his knees to suck my cock, and a guy shorter than me fucking my ass. 2 things that many initially assume should happen the other way around. I like using my exhibitionism to make people think outside of what they were taught to be "the norm". So the fact this sex education moment was happening for everyone in that bathroom to see....made it more of a turn on. ;-)

Mr. Big Fuck

Porn has taught you that your big dick

Will make the gay boys and straight girls swoon

Well, stepping to me with porn as your teacher

Is going to be your doom

I’m going to read you as to how lame you are

It’s a truth overdue to unfurl

I’ll tell of your cockiness laced with lacking skill

Shaming you to the world

You think all you need to do is poke a hole with your pole

And from the pleasure, I’ll quiver and quake

Bitch, me doing fake moaning like that of a porno

Is the only thing keeping me the fuck awake!

Invent some moves, learn the definition of “rhythm”

Instead of being a citizen of Rhythm-LESS Nation

For what you give is far from pleasure

Instead, they’re annoying, awkward sensations

You snicker at the guy with a 5” dick

Still thinking your bigger is better

Well, he makes me moan in bliss for real

And sweat fine like a swine

So the bed ends up a hell of a lot wetter

I am horny to take his 5” again

After being bored to tears by your 11

For he knows how to work that 5

And take me to Heaven

Maybe you’re used to sluts that don’t do Kegels

Loosey-goosey holes wide like the Grand Canyon

After letting porn tell them, “Go big! Go wide! Go long!”

So to feel anything, big just laying there is enough to stand

Trust me, the problem is not me, it’s you

I do my Kegels all the time

So explain why I’m bored out of my gourd

Meanwhile, my tightness blows your mind

Mr. Big Fuck

Who do you think you are?

Mr. Big Fuck?!

You said your big dick would take me to the stars

Well, Mr. Big Fuck

Try getting a refund on the porn you used for sex ed

Because Mr. Big Fuck

The only think big besides your dick is your ego

And neither are good enough for my bed
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Yes, porn especially has repeatedly told us that when it comes to cock size, "bigger is better". Well, to be honest, I have been bored out of my fucking mind while filming the scenes with 2 of the biggest dicks I've ever worked with Tamar Tyson in "The Booth", and gay-for-pay bitch in denial Double R from "Love of The Dick IV". And I must sight "Love of The Dick IV" because it is a movie too many are gullible enough to believe that to have been a hot scene of mine.

These 2 moronic directors are not the only ones who thought that these guys were very likely good fucks because of their "big dicks". Too many porn movies have been made to push this idea along, and I have slammed them in the process as well. With that said, proof of how bigger is not always better is 1)how I never raved about the sex with Tamar Tyson, and 2)contrary to a blog post I wrote for Pitbull Productions some years ago, know that I was paid to blog for Pitbull Productions, and the truth is the sex with Double R was FUCKIN' LOUSY. Hence why I made him the model for the avatar for the Soundcloud file of "Mr. Big Fuck".

Now, not all guys with big dicks are lousy fucks. After all, I did write "The Great Gotten From Gotti" about how good Favian Gotti's big dick was. The problem is that those of us with tight enough holes and skill (few of us as they are) can all agree that we have had way more Double Rs than we have had Favian Gottis.

A Good Fuck's Toying Voices

I have for the longest been trying to get out to the bi-weekly erotic storytelling open mic event open to all sexual orientations in Manhattan called Foreplay! A Sexy Storytelling Open Mic. Well, this past Monday, I finally made it out there.

It can be hard to see some of my movements to enhance my story in the video below. Hence why my sole issue was with the lighting. However, even with that being the case, it was a great event. With everyone respecting and showing love for your story, even if your orientation differed from theirs. So I most definitely plan to go back.

With all that, I know you're wondering what my story was about. Well, it was mainly about the conflicting voices in our heads that toy with us when we're on the verge of good (maybe even great) sex. To tell that tale I relived some naughty moments I had with a go-go boy that I initially met while go-go dancing at a NYC gay bar not too far from this venue. A NYC gay bar that a friend in the audience quipped, "rhymes with 'The Rock'".