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.

A Sexually Geeky's Why I ♥ Sex

Dick....

To mouth....

To pussy ….

Or ass!

One of the ways I describe myself in the pic below is “Sexually geeky”. But what exactly makes me sexually geeky?

I believe it’s my realizing how the simple aforementioned body parts are beautiful, and do amazing things on their own. However, when you combine 2 of these body parts together, the things they can do brought together are not just amazing. They actually become phenomenal. 

Perhaps you never thought about it. So let's look at these body parts one by one, and see their initial place and purpose, and what their pleasuring purpose evolves into. 

Dick 

A dick is amazing on its own. To me, even when flaccid it's beautiful. Perhaps that beauty comes from knowing how when it's flaccid, all it's good for is to pee and fondle. However, all it takes is someone to trigger a male's sexual arousal (perhaps by fondling), and that small, soft appendage suddenly grows multiple times longer and wider, losing that softness. So it's newly formed hardness can point at a target for penetration. 

The fascination continues when you think of how the back and forth of penetration, or being ridden by a person (or sex toy) causes a build up of sensations and semen. Making the male orgasm comparable to the eruption of a volcano, but with the sexiness of consent, it's the best volcano to experience. 

And whether the sex is for procreation or just an intimate connection to another human being, knowing that the semen, this seemingly harmless milky white substance that springs from a male's penis that initially seems to only be a sign that a male orgasm has transpired, proves itself to be much more when you remember how semen carry sperm, which create life. So it's stimulating to realize that male has (because of you) expelled the very thing that helps to create every human being you see. 

So these instances makes a dick show that initially, it's just interesting. However, when it meets its target, its abilities along with that of its target, makes it grow in physical size as well as interest.

And you have to admit that to be true regardless of your sexual orientation. For it’s why many lesbians or predominately lesbian bisexuals have stayed in heterosexual relationships, honestly claiming to be sexually satisfied, despite realizing their homo- or bisexuality. 

Mouth 

Ever since you came out of your mother's womb, the mouth has been used as a means to eat, then express yourself by speaking, and held contorting the lips a certain way to convey emotion. At no point thinking that at some point, using it to kiss would make it become part of your activity after you learn about "the birds and the bees". And an even greater shock to learn that as you become more advanced in your sex play that your mouth could become a powerful tool in foreplay with your playmate/lover/spouse. Such a powerful tool that a blowjob (when given right) feels so incredibly good that males of various cultures have for centuries tried to make themselves entitled to it simply because they have a dick. 

Or in some cases, using the mouth to perform fellatio, cunnilingus, or rimming is used in place of vaginal or anal sex for one reason or another.

With that in mind, perhaps this is why so many can be bad at oral sex, or even bad at just kissing. These people have never allowed themselves to evolve in realizing that a mouth is good for more than just speaking, tasting, and eating food. They need to learn you can taste and eat off your sex partner as well. Thereby making the "need" for flavored lubes become obsolete. For you won't need or want anything to change the sexy flavor of your sex partner's skin. 

  

Pussy 

What a vagina is called going back and forth depending on its purpose at that the moment is already fascinating. That fascination grows even more once you describe those abilities it has in that particular purpose. 

Such as how when a female gets her period, and when she is giving birth, it is called its scientific name, vagina. However, when a woman becomes horny, or is in the midst of curing her horniness by masturbation and/or sex, that scientific term "vagina" morphs into numerous words that some consider to be dirty and scandalous. Inciting shame in the sexually repressed. Meanwhile, a word-perv like myself can easily get turned on by such words, and with no shame about it. And the most common of those words is "pussy". 

After addressing that fascinating fact, let's talk about what a sweet pussy can do. It was likely thought of as a pussy when the male put his penis in it, stretching to accommodate its entry. Then again a vagina, where it became the canal in a female's body by which a microscopic seed of life expelled from that dick was put in, making it not have to stayed stretched. Then usually 9 months later, it stretches wide enough to introduce to the world that microscopic seed that has over those 9 months formed into a human being. Then it goes back to being soft flesh – becoming a pussy when it welcomes being filled again by a finger, penis or sex toy for pleasure. And when a penis is allowed to enter, the pussy embraces it. Making it become a means to give pleasure to a male, as well as herself. Thereby making the physical and spiritual connection that is sex. 

And again, this is what one must admit regardless of orientation. It’s why many gay or predominately gay bisexuals stay in heterosexual relationships. Because like a dick, a pussy can feel so good that you procrastinate in acknowledging your true self. The most common way that you can deny it is if you’ve never tried it.  

Ass 

Like most children, I was unaware of the many ways sex can happen. Even though I experienced an orgasm by jerking off, I thought in some strange way, gay males were able to achieve orgasm by being dick to dick. Once I got older and realized gay male sex was primarily anal sex, I then had an inner-conflict. 

For my Christian upbringing was saying "Ewwww". Meanwhile, my gayness needing to be released was curious to know how was this possible. How was it possible for a body orifice that I was for almost 2 decades taught was "exit only", and is only entered as a form of rape, is actually entered willingly by some? And not only that. But it is entered willingly because pleasure can be given from that entry? 

Ever since I came to hear of this possibility, anal pleasure has been something I craved to experience. It went from playing around my hole with my finger. To actually entering it with my finger. More and more, it made me want a cock inside it. 

Now, that I know of that pleasure, while like the typical male, my cock craves penetrating an adult human orifice, but when I bottom,… I’m an insatiable power bottom.

I’m fascinated by how once a skilled guy enters my ass, I’m able to withstand every thrust until he’s unable to enter me again. Even if it means his dick being inside me for over an hour. And I marvel at seeing the slightest hunger for anal penetration in others. 

I probably would have never come to these realizations about sex had it not been for me overcoming the sexual repression imposed upon me. Making this another testament to the saying that “every dark cloud has a silver lining”. And part of that silver lining is seeing sex and all of its parts as beautiful. Not ugly. Not shameful. So all of my writings and videos on the matter of sex is to pass those realizations, and joy from them on to you.

I Will NOT Be Mr. Mistress

One night I met this hot guy at The Cock. About my height (5'6"), and build, with brown hair. We fooled around. We parted ways at some point during that night. Time passed, and I recently ran into him again at a bar.

This time when I saw him, all was the same. I was still very much attracted to him, and he was still very much attracted to me. We started making out like we were meeting for the first time all over again. And it kind of was like that. Since we both forgot each other's names. So we had to re-introduce ourselves to each other.

His kiss. His intensity of that kiss and holding me. That nice ass I grabbed that made me want to lay on my back and be fucked missionary anywhere, even that concrete floor of the bar. None of it had changed. However, there was something this time around that made me feel I should leave him alone. I just didn't know what.

He did just as he did before. Make out with me, then vanish. Probably playing with whomever, then coming back to me. But even more so this time, whatever that something about me that made me different from other guys he made out with there, enough to come back, it seemed to grow that night. For this time, he said he wanted to fuck me.

Once I considered it, he asked where could we go. Because as it turned out, he didn't want to find a dark corner, or slip into a bathroom, lock the door, and fuck there. So the problem was that neither of us could go back to our homes. Even knowing this, he still wanted to keep making out with me. Using his eyes, lips, mouth, hands, and fingers to get as close as possible to an idea of what it would be like to be inside me, and thrust away at me. His taking breaks from kissing me to look me in the face. His hands pulling up my shirt to feel then kiss my torso and nipples, and sliding down my pants to feel and grope my ass.

As he felt my ass, his eagerness to get that idea of fucking my hole grew. So he feverishly undid my belt to make it easier to put his finger on my asshole. He pulled it out of my pants then I put it in my mouth to wet it. It was my way of letting him inside. I sucked on his finger, licking it like I wanted to do his dick. He then returned his now wet finger into my pants. With my lust and willingness for him to be inside me in any way possible making me relax my asshole, he slid his finger inside me. Moving slowly back and forth, then doing hard in and out thrusts into me. Using his finger to be where he was wishing his dick was instead.

During breaks within this heavy make-out session, we asked questions of each other. I asked him where he was from since I heard an accent. He said he was Irish, but was born in Queens. He asked the same of me, and I told him. I later asked where did he live now. He then answered, "In Queens...with my girlfriend."

I was not prepared for that answer. Nor was I prepared for how that simple question of mine would be the question leading to the answer as to why I was initially telling myself that night to reject his approaching me to fool around. But the only way to know for sure was to ask my next question.

So I asked him, "Does your girlfriend know about this side of you (being some degree gay), and being here?"

He answered, "No". Then made it more certain that I should have backed away when he approached me. For he then added, "You probably like that."

I responded, "Actually,...I don't. I could get off on seeing the 2 of you fuck. But I'm not really cool with her not knowing you like to play with guys."

And it's true. I could get off on watching him fuck his girlfriend. In fact, when he said the word "girlfriend", I was hoping when I asked if she knew about his gayness that he would say she did. That way, I would definitely have considered him a candidate for the bisexual 3-way that I recently mentioned as one for my To-Do list.

After this revelation however, the making out slowly died down. To the point that we had no choice but to part ways. Leaving us only to play with someone else to our liking. And hoping for better results.

What immediately came to my mind when he said that I probably liked him having a girlfriend not knowing about his gay sex was... What the fuck made him think I would want him even though he has an in-the-dark girlfriend?

It immediately came to me. The answer that keeps coming to me when I see one fucked up sexual perception after another within the gay male community... PORN.

Do you really think this young guy came up with the idea that I'd like being "the guy on the side" all on his own? No. He saw the tool we have all seen over time. Especially now since shit-show studios like IconMale and Men.com (just to name 2) make this idiocy a constant theme.
Repeatedly dodging their responsibility to the minds they are influencing by calling it "fantasy".

Also, mainstream gay magazines and websites greenlighting articles about how a gay can seduce a straight male don't help either. Even if at the end of the article, the editor gives it a negative criticism, such articles are often marketed by their titles baiting you into thinking such behavior is okay, when it's actually not. Far from it.

This is not to say that gay males are forbidden to fantasize about straight males. I would not have written my article for Kiiroo listing 5 porn actors who do straight porn that gays could like if that were the case. Nor would I have a subscription to LustCinema. But I am vehemently against presenting to impressionable gay minds the idea of playing with a guy on the down low. Hence my disgust with Lovari producing for The Original Latino Fan Club. And this guy seemed to be in his 20s, maybe early 30s with that bar's dim lighting. So this guy is the right age to get his information from watching gay porn that this was okay. Thinking that presenting himself as "straight" would make him more lusted after.

Yes, he would...by a self-loathing gay who is driven by the reality of "misery loves company". So in hating his gay life, what better way for such a gay person to feel accomplished than by "converting" a straight man to become gay, even for a night.

My time in the porn industry showed me that many older gays don't care about who gets misinformation, for they are looking for any display of sex to get them off, be it right or wrong. They give it a pass calling it a "fantasy". Never considering how some younger newly-out gay watched such porn. Thinking the scenario was plausible. So they tried taking up with a guy they were attracted to, but was on the down low. All to end up either physically harmed or dead by that guy on the down low. For after all, dead men tell no tales...and too often, neither do scarred ones.

With all this said, I have never denied how I am very sexual. However, I am even more so:

Self-respecting
I lived a life of denial before. It took me being 30 going on 31 before I came out to myself, and became sexual active. Doing so because I did not want to become like this guy. I no longer wanted to live a life of lying to myself about my orientation. For such a life is actually not a life. Hence why I spent so many years contemplating suicide. And I'll be damned if I'm going to tolerate, or enable such self-denial in someone else.

Intelligent
I learned from the hell I put myself through by trying to live as a totally straight male while I was and still am a predominately gay bisexual. So if I am as smart as I present myself to be, I will not enable anyone to live the same self-destructive lie I was trying to live.

Therefore, even more so;
Aware of Karma
So I am not going to fool around with you knowing that your girlfriend is (as far as you know) living in the dark about your degree of homosexuality. Homosexuality that is at such a fever pitch for you that you need to sneak to gay bars, some with a backroom, to get off on dick-to-male ass sexual interaction because your dick in her pussy is not enough. And she is unaware that her pussy is not enough for you.

OR is she aware? But is so desperate to not be alone (at least in word) that she turns a blind eye to all signs that he's betraying her trust. I said "in word" because his attempted betrayal with another person immediately made her spiritually alone.

Now, even if this guy said that his girlfriend knows about his cruising for males, and she's fine with it, it's highly unlikely that I would have left that bar to be alone with him. For if a guy tells you that he has a girlfriend, and that she's okay with him having sex with males, unless she's there to confirm that statement, that guy could too easily be lying to you. That's why that scenario is best left as a fantasy until you can get the female significant other's blessing.

All I will say in this guy's defense is this:
Many (especially in the gay community) having an issue with bisexuality is why there are guys like this one. For many, myself included have encountered that when you proclaim yourself to be bisexual, the stereotypical gay male with his ignorant hetero-phobia and Straights vs. Gays war going on in his head demands you to pick a side. So the guy might call themselves "straight" because heterosexuality might be the more dominant orientation in his bisexuality, just as I sometimes call myself "gay" because that's the more dominant orientation in my bisexuality. Or it might be that they just haven't thought of a term for their orientation as I have.

Even if they did take the time to come up with a logical term to define their sexual orientation, with so much adversity shown to bisexuals, not many take it upon themselves to do as I did. Letting their proclaiming themselves as bisexual say:

"Bi-phobic bitches can go fuck themselves with a spiked dildo! This is me! I'm a bisexual, and I like one gender more than the other. And I am self-aware enough to know which gender I want to have a relationship with, and which gender I just want to have sex void of romantic involvement with."

In any case, whether he defines as bisexual or straight, the fact remains that according to him, there is another woman involved. A woman who knows nothing about his gay sexcapades. And the way he was acting with me that night, he seemed like he might be trying to groom me to be his Mr. Mistress.

Well, for all the reasons stated before, that's not going to happen. So for a situation like this, the lyrics of Sir Ari Gold's song Mr. Mistress says everything I want to say to this guy, and guys like him...

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.

Sex
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.