Solo Fellatio

With a little flexibility and determination, you can learn to suck your own cock. It takes some practice, stretching, and patience to try different positions and see what works best for you.

Start by stretching naked on the floor, if you know yoga poses, the shoulder stand and the plow poses help stretch the muscles you need to loosen to fit your tip into your mouth. Use a combination of the poses with a wall behind you as support for your feet. Being naked will help you focus on the objective, getting the tip of your cock into your own mouth.

Al Eingang is the undisputed pro of sucking his own cock. Read this awesome advice on learning how, and watch a clip of him in action! So hot!!

This guy does pretty good, but Al Eingang can deep throat himself, so hats off to that!

Mountain Man's First Time

I was hiking alone in the National Forest, climbing a small easy peak just outside of town. It was mid week and the trails were all but vacant. I had seen an elderly couple at the trailhead a mile or so back, but they were heading out. Being the middle of the afternoon on a weekday, it was a pleasure to find myself alone among the fresh air and pine trees.

On the five miles to the summit, there was only the sound of the breeze through the trees, the occasional songbird, and my footsteps. When I got to the top and rounded the final bend to the crested rocky outcrop, I was surprised and a little bummed to see someone else there.

As I walked up, I noticed it was just a regular guy about my age taking in the view. He glanced over casually and said, "hey, whats up, hows it goin?"

"Pretty good – great views… I usually like to find my own scenic overlook" I said, not hiding my disappointment to find company where I had hoped to be alone.

"The best view is definitely from here. Anyway I dont care if other people are around," he said.

"OK cool – thanks," I said, and went over to join him on the rocks, because it really was the best view. You could look out and see the whole city and the valley and the big mountains beyond.

You live in town? I said, just trying to keep polite. "Yeah, 8 years," he said. "Same here."

I had chosen a spot on the rocks slightly lower than him, and when I turned up to meet eyes in normal conversation, I could not help but notice that his cock and balls were readily hanging out of his shorts! I had never gotten such a full look up a guys shorts before. Shocked and ashamed, I turned my head away and tried to pretend not to have seen. But it was hard to imagine he had not seen that my eyes had simultaneously glanced and stared, and that I had appeared both curious and repelled at the same time.

"These summer days its too damn hot for shorts," he said, and stood up, then with one motion removed his shorts, turned around and placed them on the rocks like a seat, then sat back down, his bottom half naked, with the warm glow of sun shining on his thighs and package. I was surprised to feel my stomach drop and my cock tingle to a slight bulge instantly. It was a thrilling moment, because I had never been knowingly aroused by a man before.

I found myself staring at his cock in the sun, as it twitched and pulsed and sprung to life in the sunlit warmth. I looked up and meet his eyes, he smiled a comforting look, and bashfully looked away, lifting his hips so that the semi fullness of his manhood sprung momentarily off his tanned thigh, pulsing now more intently. It was a beautiful sight that stirred backflips of lust in my gut. My cock ached to be freed from the confines of my underwear and shorts, and to be free in the breeze as he was.

"Do you want to touch it?" he said smoothly and matter of fact. My cock pounded against my shorts at the taboo of his question, my mind raced with anticipation and guilt, the instilled fears of a strict upbringing confusing my thoughts. I longed to have my cock enjoy the sunshine and breeze to tangle and bump against his in a naked manly embrace. Looking lustfully at is now fully erect cock and balls, I noticed they were trimmed and shaved perfectly, the result of a meticulous manscape. I have been grooming for years, and was glad to see an attention to detail and style.

"I’ve never done this before, would you take me out first?" and with that I could resist no longer, and stood up next to him and unzipped my shorts, undid the button and let them drop to my ankles. "Take me out of my underwear," I said, and he pulled out my throbbing cock and balls. The breeze across my scrotum sent throbs of pleasure through my shaft and balls, from my toes to the top of my head. The release of lust was wonderful and at long last.

With my hard dick now in his face, he took me whole in his mouth, enveloped my head and shaft in moist warmth and caring technique, and within one half second this expert had my balls on his chin, my cock fully down his throat. This man could deep throat, a feeling on the cock of unexplainable pleasures. I knew I would blow my load any second if this kept up. We were out in the open at the summit of the little peak, anyone could approach us and see our tryst at any moment. The added likelihood of getting caught enhanced the experience even further.

By now my hand had found its way to caressing his left pectoral, and I wanted to feel another man in my hand finally now after fantasizing an encounter scenario just like this for so long. So I pulled away from the most fantastic blowjob of my life, with cock-sucking talent like no woman I had ever known, and knelt down to explore his neatly trimmed region.

I had remembered this game of exploration I played with my first girlfriend. She would lay me down on a table and strip me bare to investigate my body. I got so hard there on the table, she touched me a bit and caressed me and I remember being so turned on and excited by being played with and laying up on that table so exposed, because my cock stuck straight up in the air!

Looking back now, I know that I was secretly jealous of her, that she got to play with this hard and beautiful glorious thing, and I envied her, because I wanted to play with a cock too! Her pussy was a beautiful sight, and exploring her is one of my most beloved teenage memories; but it was her fascination in the discovery of how interactive a scrotum can be, and her excitement at my cocks seemingly magical growth in the palm of her hand, that was when I first felt the urge to touch another guys dick.

Now here in the sun with this gorgeous man atop this mountain with both of our excited cocks, tip glistened and gleaming in the sunlight, the breeze tickling our balls, it is almost too much to take. I can tell that my excitement has built to a head already, and if there is so much of a brush against my dick, I will spasm into orgasm and spew my hot cum all over the place. It would feel so good and my cock aches for release, but I must see how it responds to touching another man, see if my cock gets hard when I caress his balls; utilize my erection as a meter to determine how much Ive been missing, what possible fulfillment my cock has missed out on while I’ve kept myself forcibly in my own closet.

I take his now half-hard cock in my hands, and I am immediately taken back and turned on by how it feels. I throbs and pulses in my hand, slowly filling back up with blood. The heat of his cock is surprising to the touch, and it stiffens right in my hands. The feeling is amazing, and in no time my own my cock is back to standing full mast, hard and erect in the midday sun. He reaches down to caress me, as I lean in to kiss the tip of his beautiful cock, to feel for the first time a cock in my mouth.

The bead of clear precum on his tip surprises me with its sweet salty taste. I had known my girlfriends to mention it, I had never tasted the nectar myself, and to feel his erection under the soft glide of his python-like head against my lips was one that I had been longing for. Finally I felt at home with my sexuality, denying neither side of the barrier in my mind: that both men and women turn me on and always have and I should never hate myself for that.

As these thoughts raced through my mind, and the blood pulsed through my cock, I wanted to feel more of his meat in my mouth, I wanted to take in his full erection, down my throat expertly like he had, but I gagged a bit as his cockhead filled up the back of my throat completely. I pulled away ashamed and he eased me out of my fears, so he said, "its okay, I dont have any expectations, I know this is your first time."

So I settled for giving my first handjob. Just like any guy, I knew he wanted more, but there was something really nice about just jerking him off there in the sun, my cock free in the breeze, my inhibitions free of previously harsh self-judgment. As I squatted there stroking this complete strangers cock, he looked down and me, saw me smiling and said, "you like that don’t you."

"Yes," I said and turned up the pace, looking up at him sheepishly, stroking him harder and faster, pumping his cock in my hand. I could feel his shaft fucking my hands as I held the skin tight against his cock and pumped him with my fists. Soon he shuddered a bit leaned back, and cum exploded from his cock in glorious throbbing spurts. I could feel his hot jizz well up and shoot out through his shaft, bursting in a wonderful torrent of cum, spurt after spurt, three, four, five gushing gobs of hot juicy cum welled from his cum hole. It was a geyser of lust, a gorgeous fountain of man juice spurting right before my eyes. The feeling of his pipeworks in my hand as I drained the last spasms of cum from his cock, put me over the edge.

I stood up, my cock standing so erect and ready, aching with precum glistening on the head, and he guided my hard-on immediately into his throat. I was so aroused to have my beloved wonderful cock out in the sunshine, fully erect, and to now have his incredibly special treatment. It was a feeling of arousal and curiosity like never before. The fascination of new experience just enhanced the fact that we were outdoors, in the sun and breeze, my balls caressed and gently held while I received the best blowjob of my life. He gobbled my cock, pounding his chin on my balls, thrusting my head deep into his throat with guided abandon and practiced expertise.

It quickly became to much to bare and I tensed up into a fierce orgasm and dumped spurt after spurt of my hot love juice deep into his awaiting throat. He swallowed right in sync with every burst, sucking the cum from my balls like a vacuum cleaner. All the while staring me straight in my astonished face.

Flushed, we gathered our clothes, and walked down the mountain together, and parted ways with a friendly goodbye. I wonder if I will ever meet him on the mountain again.

Guilty Pleasures

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Genital Grooming

There’s nothing like the feeling of having shaved smooth balls. I’m hooked on it! I also shave the base of my cock, and trim the hair around it and on top. The look and feel of my silken package framed by my other trimmed and sculpted pubes is simply unbeatable.

I first became hooked on trimming my junk years ago, when a lover and I decided to trim and groom together. I got my balls as smooth as I could, while she trimmed and shaved her pussy lips, leaving a small triangle of hair an inch or so above her clit. Her beautiful folds cupped by her thighs, her clitoral hood exposed and peeking out from between her outer lips, and the accent she left on top made it look like a framed work of art. It made eating her out a fine dining experience, because so much more of her pussy could be eaten, as I could get into her lips and folds with my tongue, apply suction, and really lap at her clit without having to struggle to keep her pubic hair out of the way. Pure, unobstructed munching!

Some people worry that the motive for shaving is a prepubescent fantasy. It’s not for me, and even if it was, so what? Two consenting adults shaving their genitals, who cares what their motivation is? If they enjoy it and it brings pleasure to their lovemaking, isn’t that enough to validate the practice? We all remember the innocence of childhood, and those moments of self discovery we all had (or should have had) about our bodies. We experimented with pleasuring ourselves, and at puberty, as our parts began to grow in with hair, I can specifically remember feeling a sense of loss, that all this coarse hair was invading my softest parts. I wanted to stay bald down there!

Once I began to trim myself with regularity, I started to clue in to others shaving habits, or lack thereof. At the gym and the hot springs spa (clothing optional) I began to notice more and more people with carefully groomed areas. It became so commonplace that soon what stood out was the people who weren’t shaving. Men looked like they had teased out afro’s around their penises, just a bushy pile of tangled pubes with their dwarfed little pecker head peeking out. The ungroomed women at the spa started to look like they had huge tufts of extra hair, piled onto pubic bones and thighs like overfilled plates of black spaghetti, spilling out over the sides and onto the floor. The natural state of genitalia began to look as uncivilized and as dirty as the lice infested, dreadlocked, knotted rat’s nest of a homeless man. I became repulsed by pubic hair.

The most notable thing about well-groomed privates, whether male or female, is the pride and revealing nature in which they are presented. I have grown to appreciate the simple beauty of a penis, the delicate floral nature of vaginal curves. These wonderful things, each with so much individuality and character, each totally unique to themselves, deserve to be seen, shown off, and appreciated. Clear away that overgrowth and let your genital beauty shine! Each cock and cunt is its own work of art, a beautiful expression of individuality and self-worth. So shave it and trim it how you please, tame that unruly patch and put your best foot forward! Don’t hide your beautiful privates behind a shaggy fence, but trim back the wilds and show us what you’ve got. Such simple beauty should not be hidden from the world.

Introduction to Myself

For the longest time in my life, I worried about whether or not I was gay. I went through phases of denial, whether religious, philosophical, or anger turned inward, but I finally realized that it was my mind that was keeping me from sexual happiness. I was stuck in the false notion that someone is either 100% gay or 100% not gay.

A girlfriend I had in the fall of 2000 caught me by surprise when she said she was attracted to women, too. She said that she didn’t mind me looking at other women, because she was looking at them too and wanted to talk about it later. Though our relationship was short, it was very honest and open. We talked about the 100% “gay or not gay” myth, and she asked me point blank what percentage gay I thought I was, and without thinking I said “30 percent.” I was taken back by my answer, and started to feel ashamed, but she assured me that those feeling were perfectly natural. She said that she was more comfortable with the idea of me cheating on her with a man rather than a woman. She freed me to explore a side of me that had been repressed for too long.

About This Blog - Updated

This blog is the result of an open love affair with my cock. The writings and photos contained are compiled from a ten year study of narcissism and sex with myself, and document my solo adventures. It is meant to be a work in progress, and I eventually intend to touch upon every reflection and revelation of, about, and from my affair. The blog will serve as a Cockumentary of my self discovery, and acceptance that my gay side deserves as much attention as my straight side.

UPDATE 1: Some of you have asked about my gay short stories. They are fiction. At the time of this update, I have still not had my first gay experience. When I have it, believe me dear readers, you will know. My stories are just my writing about what kinds of experiences I fantasize about, and ways that I would like my first time to go. You can find all of them tagged as gay short stories. All of my writing about straight sex will almost always be a true story.

I'm happy to see people following this blog. Enjoy!

UPDATE 2: This blog has evolved into a greater monologue about myself and my thoughts than I originally intended, but I am enjoying the organic quality of what comes up for me day to day. It has become an outlet of expression that I have long been needing, and has brought me through a personal evolution to places I might not have otherwise been able to go. I am grateful for the friends I have made through the deeply personal expression that is this blog.