My Smile On 2 Prides

My friend recording artist, Lovari, asked me to be a part of his performance at both Staten Island and Queens Gay Pride. I graciously accepted. What made me so gracious was the fact that Lovari is well aware of my not wanting to involve myself solely in the adult entertainment industry, and this was another recent notch on my belt to making that happen. Thanks Lovari.

Most of my traveling within the 5 boroughs of New York City have been between Brooklyn and Manhattan, with little to no reason to go to the other 3 of Bronx, Queens and Staten Island. Now within this past year, I have hit all 5 boroughs by living in the Bronx, still using the Brooklyn address I grew up at as my mailing address, working in Manhattan, and this past weekend, I've hit the 2 other boroughs of Staten Island and Queens for a very good reason - as part of a performance for their Gay Pride events.

Staten Island was great. It was a nice sunny day, and I got pictures and video of the scenery from the Staten Island Ferry. Do I have photography as another talent? You decide.

We did 3 songs by Lovari, with the last 2 songs having phenomenal vocals by Janifer accompanying Lovari's. Opening with "Work It Out", Lady Clover Honey, David Janet, Appolonia Cruz, and myself were to do runway walks giving attitude. Doing 2 walks during the course of the song, I came put with a pair of black fitting jeans, a black hoodie, and shade. For my 1st walk, I came out with the hood up and shades on, and when I got to the front took them off. For my 2nd walk, I unzipped the hoodie, and took it off, and got shouts of praise that I wasn't expecting.

Truthfully, I believe what made me unexpecting of it was how I've gotten so used to Manhattan's present racial bias especially perpetrated in the media that makes it seem light is right, and all else is irrelevant, so I have to instill an arrogance within myself to know that my being Black still makes me a possible beauty. Because if I wait for some of the most popular gay media based in Manhattan to do it, I'll get a dead silence in return. So for that great response, as well as the one I got when Lady Clover Honey had me go shirtless again as she pulled me on stage to sing "Saving My Love For Daddy" to me, Staten Island showed how that foolishness didn't follow us on the ferry ride over, because it gave me a chance to humble myself. So for that STATEN ISLAND, I LOVE & THANK YOU.

The crowd in Queens also deserves a great deal of praise. First off, I didn't realize how rich in ethnic and cultural diversity Queens is. I am considering moving and while I was thinking either Brooklyn, back to Jersey City, or the long shot of Manhattan, after the mix I saw at Queens Pride, Queens has now made itself a contender.

Lovari performed only 1 song in Queens, and it was the same song we closed with in Staten Island. That song being, "Free To Love", a song he wrote in support of marriage equality. I was honored to be asked to be a part of that. I walked out on stage arm-in-arm with Tass, who I took some photos and video of some time ago when he was a guest caller at Will Clark's Porno Bingo. I guess me and Tass made a good impression, because people like members of the NYC Gay Men's Chorus wanted to take pictures with us. Well, I know for sure that we as a whole made a great impression because during the song, we started a chant saying "No Prop 8! We don't need the hate!". It was so brief a part of the song, the audience didn't feel it right away, but it was obvious that they felt it by the applause we received afterwards. I'm sure some neighbors in Jackson Heights were feeling it. So a BIG THANKS and LOTS OF LOVE to QUEENS, as well.

With all the issues within the gay community that I tackle on this blog, you might be surprised why I myself have not been so outspoken for marriage equality. It's because when I realized that with my bi-sexuality that while both women and men got sparked my sexual attraction, men also parked my emotional attraction. This made me solidify some decisions I made for myself, even before becoming sure of my orientation. One of those decisions was my never getting married if I am to live my romantic life as a gay man. I could have a long-term relationship, but I would never get married because "this is how it is". However, with the issue of gay marriage suddenly in front of me, I'm slowly brought to realize that there's a chance that I can change my goal for a long-term relationship, and actually have a marriage. You see when an Aries like myself says, "this is how it is", bending them to a new train of thought may take some time, even when it's for something good.

So if I haven't been so forthcoming in voicing my feelings to support gays having the right to marry, I hope my appearance at these 2 Pride events and what the part I played stood for shows that I am a supporter of gay marriage. Whether I want it for myself or not, I am still unsure, but I do support those gay men and women in love who want to show that love by calling themselves by the blessed relationship status ----MARRIED.

"This Is Why You're Single"

My sex tales here have inspired some to tell me that they live vicariously through me. I have always responded by saying, "DON'T! Live your own life, enjoy the recalling of my sexual encounters, but make your own adventures."

I have often had to say this to guys in relationships. You know how the saying goes - "the grass in always greener on the other side". Well, here's a sex tale that shows how that saying is just that - a saying, and nothing more.

I went to The Cock last Wednesday after having a hell of a good time at the pool party, Drip at The Grace Hotel. It didn't take long, before I found myself being cruised. In fact, one guy came up to me, and just said "Hello". I thought he was cute, and had a nice plump ass. He was quick in making his intentions known, and I was more than receptive especially after seeing all the hotties in speedos and bikinis over at Drip, I was itching to either have a hot guy plow my ass, or plow a hot guy's ass. And while I didn't see this guy at The Cock in a speedo, I knew going home with him would let me see alot more.

He said he wanted to just get naked and cuddle. That's not as far-fetched as it may seem. It has happened, and I've been cool with it. So we left, and got in a cab to go to his place.

Once in the cab, the cab driver ask him if he had cash because the credit card machine wasn't working. My trick replied with the exact words, "Yes, I have cash."

While en route to his place in the cab, he kept kissing me. The problem is - HE COULDN'T KISS FOR SHIT. He was running the edge of his teeth across my face. This was Strike 1 that made me say the title line in my head as if I was saying it aloud to him, "This is why you're single."

Next, after awhile en route, he keeps repeating the street intersection to the cab driver. I intervened and told the guy that he already said that to the cab driver. Realizing what an annoyance this guy could be made me say again in my head - "This is why you're single."

And I'm not done yet about the ride over to his place.
Once there, what does this guy do to pay the cab driver - pull out a credit card. Did the cab driver not say that the credit card machine was broken when we first got in the cab? YES, HE DID. Once the cab driver, and me remind him of this, he goes in his man-purse, and pulls out how much - $4. For a cab ride far from the East Village that it is $19 and change. Who pays for the cab? ME. Now proper etiquette is that since you invited me to your place, you're supposed to pay the fare. With that in mind, this guy was quickly labeled "LOSER", and incite me to say about him once again in my head - "This is why you are single."

Now, that's 3 strikes, so I should have just gave up, but I didn't come all that way to go home horny, even though we were in Manhattan so far north of the East Village that I was less than a 10 minute train ride to my place in the Bronx. But my Aries determination to made me go ahead anyway.

We got to his place. We were going to cuddle, but after some making out, he asked if I wanted him to fuck me. I told him I did. We switched between missionary and me riding his cock. Then at one point his cock slipped out and I gave him a blowjob which got him right back to a hard-on that made him need to fuck my hole, because he didn't want to come any other way. So on my back I went letting him fuck me missionary while I spanked his plump ass. He came, and did what a lot of straight men do ---- rolled over and went to sleep. Be it a trick or someone I'm dating, I'm used to cuddling after sex, so this was new to me. But believe it or not, this didn't inspire me to say those words again in my head.

What happened next did.
He fell asleep then the next thing I heard ---- him snoring. Not just like one big grizzly bear, but a fuckin' chorus of big grizzly bears. THEN I said in my head as if I was saying to him - THIS IS WHY THE FUCK YOU ARE SINGLE!

The snoring was so bad that unbeknownst to me, he had a cat. The way I discovered this cat was because it came to the door and started making noise. But with each snore from the guy, the cat commented with a meow.

Knowing that I put myself in this predicament, I tried suffering through it. I did everything to block out the sound but put a pillow over my head. But nothing worked. Then I realized that after all I went through with this guy, and how he made EVERYTHING before and after the sex, a tale I hate to tell, what I owed him and his ego was NOT ONE FUCKIN' THING. So while he snored his life away on the side of the bed nearest the door, I stepped over him, got dressed and left.

Now, I'm no saint. Nor am I flawless. But at least I know proper social etiquette, and I don't snore. I've had people tell me that they were scared to try waking me, because I slept so peaceful and still they were worried I was dead. And I always reply with, "Why didn't you look at my chest and realize that I was inhaling and exhaling."

So to all of you guys, especially those in committed relationships, be glad for what you have. At least you know already if you're guy's a cheapskate, or if he's snores like a bear. While I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE my single life, and the sexual freedom that comes with it, I don't have that stability of those little things that mean alot. And I look at it as fate doesn't want me to have that, at least not right now. I will when I'm ready, as some of you obviously already are.

I am at peace with my present fate as a lust-filled slut, while I greatly admire you for having the discipline it takes to be Mr. Stability. It's why I end my emails with "Keep Being U2B. FREE"

Don't stop.

Tongue Is Fun & Tight Is Right

You may recall, I took some flack from some so-called writer at The Sword because of my stand against poppers. Well in addition to the tale that inspired that post, I have a story to tell you as to why that stand remains for me.

As my loyal readers are aware, I like posting items for the weekend to inspire horniness and the need for a release. Well this weekend, I practiced what I've been preaching.

I had the chance to hook up with someone who I met one night at The Cock, and went against my rule of" no sex in public bathrooms", and fucked his hot ass in the bathroom. Thinking back to how his inner-heat warming my entire cock felt so good, I have a hard-on right now while typing this post. Friday, he sent me a text message saying that he might go out for drinks in the East Village, which most likely meant a return to The Cock, but later meant a trip back to his place to fuck him all night long. I was deliberating with myself of what to do with my Friday night and the time I got his message, but I was almost certain that I felt the need for a dance workout. Therefore, the only place I could get that dance workout I wanted (sad to say for NYC) was Splash. In a last minute decision, I decided to go to Splash. Once there, I never texted the guy to update him on my whereabouts, which I admit was wrong. And it wasn't me being cruel. It was just that I got so into dancing that I forgot.

While dancing I saw someone else that I knew. A fuck-buddy of mine. He saw me, and he came right for me. And I wasn't mad at him. He looked so fuckin' hot. His body looked more amazing than ever. In fact, he looked better than some of these 20-something Chelsea boys spending all their time in the gym, which is bad to say for those 20-something Chelsea boys because this guy is 40.

I'll give you a little back-story of how we met.
We met at one of Daniel Nardicio's parties. He was go-go dancing there and as soon as I walked in, I was in absolute lust. He dick was thick and rock-hard, like it was dying to be stuck in someone's hole, and release a geyser of man-milk. I never tipped a go-go boy so soon after walking into one of Daniel's parties. I tipped him, squeezed his ass, and played with his cock. I was hoping (as I do with many of Daniel's dancers) to have some playtime with him. But at that time, I was never lucky enough with any of Daniel's dancers, so it was just left to fantasy.

That is until late in the night, when he came over to where every one was fooling around. He stopped right in front of me, I went down on him immediately, and sucked him until my knees were ready to give. Once I got up, we jerked off together, and he shot his load on me, and me on him. We never exchanged numbers, and I never saw him again.

I did run into him again some time later, and we started talking. He had no idea who I was, but I remembered him. I revealed our past to him, then he informed me that he was extremely drunk that night, so all that happened was a blur to him. We kept talking, and nothing came of it that night. But obviously, his being drunk didn't cloud his attraction, because sometime later, we ran into each other at Splash. This time, he remembered me. We danced, then slowly wound up kissing, and I got an invite back to his place where I at long last got that thick dick in my wanting hole, and we've been fuck-buddies ever since. And that's a little over a year ago.

Now, with me newly versatile, the way we play has changed. After putting on quite a show of dancing and making out on the dancefloor at Splash, we went back to his place at about 2 AM, and flip-fucked until the sun was about to rise.

He sucked my dick, and got me rock-hard, lubed his hole and my dick, straddled me, then put me inside him. I love when a guy bottoming takes control like that. It's like him saying to me, "I want you, you want me, and you're going to fuck me - NOW!"

And my body language replied, "YES SIR!", because fucked him I did. I thrusted into his ass, massaging his cheeks, and loved every second of it. Then I returned the favor by riding his cock making him moan and spank my ass, because my being so bad made him feel so good.

We took a break then went for Round 2, where he started sucking my cock again. He got up then assumed the position to be fucked doggy-style. With his perfectly round mounds of a dancer's butt, how could I resist putting my cock in the middle of that. I'll admit, he did do some poppers, but not enough to make himself lose like that guy I wrote about in my anti-popper post. That's why this guy asked me to "go slow" when I was starting to pick up speed to thrust into his ass. I eventually did pick up speed, and he came leaving a big cum stain on his fitted sheet. But that wasn't the only time he came.

After another break, we went for Round 3. We 69'd each other, then it was just me sucking him. I knew he was going to shoot a load at any given second, because that muscle under the shaft kept throbbing in my mouth while I was mercilessly tonguing the head of his cock. That same muscle that contracts when you're cumming. Even so, he put me on my stomach, and started teasing my hole with his cock. Then he went in further, then further, and I was more than right in my assumption, because just a couple of deep thrust into my popper-free tight hole, and he came with another big load, as I got to see after he pulled out.

So in the midst of this hot tale, what have you learned today? I hope you've learned (if you haven't already) that when giving head, the use of tongue makes it more fun., AND when bottoming, making sure you have a tight hole is making sure you have the right hole.

Write That Down #2

In a recent online debate with Taylor Siluwe on his blog about small turnouts amongst gay Blacks at rallies, marches, and the like, I referred to how for a cause led by Whites who don't usually associate non-Whites, that while trying to reach their goal, those Whites wlll acknowledge all races, colors, creeds, ethnicities, etc. encouraging them to take part, but once that goal is accomplished, those minorities are once again ignored. I said that the small turnout of many minorities at rallies, marches, and such led by Whites may be explained by them catching on to this two-faced behavior. And I believe if you translate that reaction into words, it would probably say,

"Why let you acknowledge the existence of my color today, when you're going to act like it's a stain to wash away tomorrow?"