tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191917620510179602024-03-18T22:47:22.394-06:00The Bisensual BlogBisexual Thoughts, Reflections, Fantasies and ExperiencesBenny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.comBlogger171125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-50049653680683644022015-05-20T16:37:00.000-06:002015-05-20T16:37:37.989-06:00Back After a Looooong Break... Not much has changed.They were going to take this and all sexually explicit blogs away, which forced me to make a decision about what to do with the whole thing. Move it? Archive it? Scrap it? Monetize it? Got absorbed going back over everything and realized not much has changed, that is to say, my cock got hard and needed to be touched! And so maybe there is more I need to explore about this side of me that I have now come to accept and even embrace. After all the self hatred and fear that maybe I was gay, my self image is now so much less rigid. What the hell does it matter what sexual label I am? There's what I like when I like it and all for reasons that I don't even have to understand or unpack. Listening to the <a href="http://www.savagelovecast.com/" target="_blank">Savage Love Cast</a> has helped me so much just to release myself from this self-imposed repression. Simple fact is I like me some cock sometimes.<br />
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Plus I've been watching a lot of gay porn lately and still have so much to share with all of you!<br />
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<br />Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-19697957474033392792009-03-22T17:14:00.005-06:002009-03-22T17:27:16.152-06:00Final Post?I have moved past this blog and my fears - with its help. Writing all this helped me sort out my feelings and explore fantasies in a free and anonymous environment. It served me well, but the time has come to move on.<br /><br />Patrick and I broke up soon after I became disinterested in sex. I found myself thinking of nothing but women when he and I were having sex, I lost interest in gay porn and surfing the net for thick, juicy cocks. It's as if being with him brought me a greater clarity about my sexuality. But in a way that I did not expect. I don't know what I'd been afraid of all these years. Gay sex is really no big deal, it's just a matter of whether that gets you off or not. And <span style="font-style: italic;">everyone</span> has a right to get off.<br /><br />I used to be homophobic, until I realized that I was afraid of my own gay side. Once I got the courage to explore that side of me, I found out that it wasn't something to be afraid of.<br /><br />To anyone who might just now be wondering if they're gay, please don't hesitate to get out there and get laid - find out NOW because life is too short to keep yourself from being happy. Just go for it.<br /><br />-BennyBenny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-15572294978941709962009-01-27T10:49:00.003-07:002009-01-27T10:54:44.621-07:00Takin' a Break<div style="text-align: justify;">Been at this blog for six months to the day. I've come a long way to figuring this all out, much in part thanks to this blog. And now I need a break. Don't know when I'll be back, as writing has been hard for me lately. Though I'm still confused and searching, I'm having trouble putting my feelings to words. Don't know if this is "goodbye" but definitely a "later" while I sort out my apathy toward my little blog here.</div>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-52499634659236119122009-01-25T08:57:00.000-07:002009-01-25T09:01:11.129-07:00Cowboys<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrhYNuSLa19vHRd54tpKyThJ527bsS8ck2j9yWH_7fBiQY0QhNPLVa_-Qm2zhpxX1UASsiw6AEJtISlVAZqQfaAfp7yfSDzudDHyR7NgrtRioJJ2kbWlSQglpBHVuORtxiNsYjwTivlg/s1600-h/normal_Shirtless+367.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrhYNuSLa19vHRd54tpKyThJ527bsS8ck2j9yWH_7fBiQY0QhNPLVa_-Qm2zhpxX1UASsiw6AEJtISlVAZqQfaAfp7yfSDzudDHyR7NgrtRioJJ2kbWlSQglpBHVuORtxiNsYjwTivlg/s400/normal_Shirtless+367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295261603432902386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvoNgoDxmy2XQVlsRaU9MjgkJsKwesxYDqDumIrjr2DsNIGykfFfsTNZm5HweHMEE7RYIpbNdyEQCXpJlvNveSrhT5eFnc1OJMe_znyVVaQ-Cwo_1oLCMQqiWQj5lWgM4gSsVqmoCBA/s1600-h/6yhn77.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvoNgoDxmy2XQVlsRaU9MjgkJsKwesxYDqDumIrjr2DsNIGykfFfsTNZm5HweHMEE7RYIpbNdyEQCXpJlvNveSrhT5eFnc1OJMe_znyVVaQ-Cwo_1oLCMQqiWQj5lWgM4gSsVqmoCBA/s400/6yhn77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295261602751813570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHYtgjQT5V36Orq6PTSotrfhBakb2w9iKCrCsyFfSyO39t18hTWtKPe9oaClmfqLLRtItnbFcLuoHctkBDtah3ZlWzt_0OD9G4oiCiGGWlJeLC36EEABYXgWkN1PZV0vdkBTt4WdZNA/s1600-h/650.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHYtgjQT5V36Orq6PTSotrfhBakb2w9iKCrCsyFfSyO39t18hTWtKPe9oaClmfqLLRtItnbFcLuoHctkBDtah3ZlWzt_0OD9G4oiCiGGWlJeLC36EEABYXgWkN1PZV0vdkBTt4WdZNA/s400/650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295261597479630002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEVvgN0GwmwvFamoZIy4UqRzl4UgGblpkdk78gWsf6PRSTcoR2oXY4gKT-ZWtpvYy1NAz841ph64WcFdz2qMQURV6SzJUP2yKutSJ89uVzn_O9PvaEtCXP7DRm0ZiaCgyakY0wVojaA/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEVvgN0GwmwvFamoZIy4UqRzl4UgGblpkdk78gWsf6PRSTcoR2oXY4gKT-ZWtpvYy1NAz841ph64WcFdz2qMQURV6SzJUP2yKutSJ89uVzn_O9PvaEtCXP7DRm0ZiaCgyakY0wVojaA/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295261597361071746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3vLd8tdCqvxdhFFZpt-4A65N7F-xmLk3HGEsk9wo7hi6zrwdBgywu-fztfZZBGvxxbu1LZ7O0spdv6pIjLkWT8CI0qxTU1_AViLBsB8fpECU-QjIpBAVFLFXQlpeEEMdu8TN-0WHacw/s1600-h/01hn_123_693lo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3vLd8tdCqvxdhFFZpt-4A65N7F-xmLk3HGEsk9wo7hi6zrwdBgywu-fztfZZBGvxxbu1LZ7O0spdv6pIjLkWT8CI0qxTU1_AViLBsB8fpECU-QjIpBAVFLFXQlpeEEMdu8TN-0WHacw/s400/01hn_123_693lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295261594906885570" border="0" /></a>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-90301773928067382702009-01-24T09:04:00.000-07:002009-01-24T09:04:37.322-07:00Possible Three Way Raises Questions<div style="text-align: justify;">I've never had a group sex experience, but it's something I've always been open to. Of course I have fantasized about the two girl one guy thing like every other straight man in the world, and for a long time - even before I realized I was bi - I dreamt about double teaming a chick or watching a guy fuck his woman. Although it's something I've always wanted to do, I've never had the opportunity. Now that I know I'm at least partially bisexual, I can add an all-male group sex experience to the lifetime sexual wish list.<br /><br />Patrick thinks that one of his lovers would be a good match for us in a three way. The guy is a closeted bisexual and they've been having sex together for seven years. Patrick says they have hot passionate sex, and that I'd have to get up to speed to be able to fit in with them. Not that we don't have hot sex, just that they have had so much time to establish their connection. Patrick says he doesn't think I'm comfortable enough yet with gay sex to get the best out of a three way. He doesn't think we've developed our sexual vibe enough yet.<br /><br />In some ways I see his point, especially since he's right that I'm still exploring my comfort zone with it all. And to be honest, since I <a href="http://bisensualblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-boredom-and-butt-play.html" target="_blank">posted about it earlier</a>, our sex life has continued to dwindle. The other night when I went over we barely even kissed. No hot sex like the first three nights, though he said it didn't bother him.<br /><br />But then in other ways I don't really see his point, because it sort of ties a carrot out in front of me. I kind of resent him bringing up a threeway, but then saying I've got work to do. I can't help but see it as a manipulative move to get me to suck his cock more, or let him play more with my ass, or even fuck it.<br /><br />I don't often respond well to behavior that seems manipulative. And it might end up encouraging my pullback in sexual interest with him. Which would be a drag because I'd really like to have a threeway!</div>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-76035077017342889562009-01-23T06:59:00.000-07:002009-01-23T06:59:00.381-07:00Give Me a Bisexual BoyfriendWouldn't it be great to have a bisexual boyfriend? I'd want him to be totally fit and hot, charming, funny, and he must love to suck cock. Have him be totally smooth with the ladies, great at convincing hot chicks to come home with us to screw. Maybe we could take one of our girlfriends up into the mountains to a remote campsite and fuck her right out in the open under the sky.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwS2KPtY2FOd4v1xcEzNUyLYj_9PuvQbSY85YZ7kG69uriOE7Xr3x3FCVcjcD8Iwr0E1xIbBLnp2lSFcFhD3w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzgyv2usu2QPudz8m3QoCOoSWwWEeE442zmkW9zV5OL9Gt3bZZ03GDsoJtryOvv5Lz8cgSz-RUQDLN8QzcyvQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwINmvalzNfEdbKTkscbd_nvNgjF7TmY9LVuEfJieRb6qM14RDujythYqqUqCE1LeS5m-k3GDydWtOdjIPbsw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-2231412545863066192009-01-22T06:46:00.003-07:002009-01-22T06:46:00.443-07:00Lacy HNT 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7HtKQ0BN5F8I-R8x2rtl9hloRTcrvTdDpL1T5QK_wX7aSN5FsqPORZkHaFdCuolHYW_r8wX7v7fC9X1BfeZ9NldrNP5sSzyymErtsMZ0lyftRKoNwVwXdbA23QtS2gf-cI6PwWh-_UA/s1600-h/lacyHNT2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7HtKQ0BN5F8I-R8x2rtl9hloRTcrvTdDpL1T5QK_wX7aSN5FsqPORZkHaFdCuolHYW_r8wX7v7fC9X1BfeZ9NldrNP5sSzyymErtsMZ0lyftRKoNwVwXdbA23QtS2gf-cI6PwWh-_UA/s400/lacyHNT2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294006415045845858" border="0" /></a>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-24640566804334285772009-01-21T06:49:00.005-07:002009-01-21T09:43:52.347-07:00My New Blog<div style="text-align: justify;">FYI: I just started a new blog yesterday, <a href="http://cockaday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Cock-A-Day</a>. It's pretty boring right now, 'cause there's only one or two pics on there, but I intend to post a new random cockshot every day for... well we'll see how long it will last. I have a huge collection of digital photos, hundreds of cockshots, so I'll try to keep the content fresh and not repeat any pics from this blog. Hope you enjoy it, if not, enjoy something.</div>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-50133446988307499772009-01-20T06:23:00.001-07:002009-01-20T06:23:01.195-07:00Straight Porn After Gay Sex<div style="text-align: justify;">Sunday night I masturbated to straight porn after I got home from Patrick's. While I was over there I couldn’t cum again, even though he was doing things to me that felt so good and had helped me get off before. I left kind of frustrated thinking that I was going to have to practically jerk the skin off my dick to get off that night.<br /><br />So when I came home I fired up the DVD unenthusiastically, one of the "<a href="http://www.adultdvdempire.com/SearchTitlesPage.aspx?SearchString=Bang+That+Teen+Pussy&media_id=0" target="_blank">Bang That Teen Pussy</a>" series, just an intro part of a model playing with herself before she gets fucked. She had small tits, a nice trimmed blond pussy, beautifully toned petite body, and she wasn't too pretty, so she had that perfect girl next door kind of look.<br /><br />Watching her little fit body as she bashfully played with her pussy got me so hot that I came so hard it landed on my face. I can't remember the last time I launched a cumload onto my face, if I ever have at all.<br /><br />It's great having a boyfriend, but it's pretty clear I gotta get some pussy! I also need to sleep with some other men and see if this dilemma is just about Patrick, or having sex with men in general.<br /><br /></div>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-46169032404105394522009-01-19T06:51:00.004-07:002009-01-19T06:51:00.742-07:00Confused Over Confusion<div style="text-align: justify;">I spent practically the whole weekend with Patrick. He had me over for dinner and drinks on Saturday night, we stayed up until 4am. I might as well have stayed the night, because I ended up watching the NFL playoffs with him all day Sunday anyway. We had a really great time. We had sex a couple times too, and in different ways than before. It was actually pretty nice.<br /><br />Previously I posted that I was feeling kind of bored with the sex, and I brought it up to him on Saturday. I told him that I just don't feel that inspired by sucking cock, and that I was confused about why it takes so much effort for me to cum because a lot of what we do together is really pretty hot. I told him that most of the time we were together I was thinking about women.<br /><br />I expected him to be crushed, but instead he said something that could not have been more perfect, "well I think that's because you are a true bisexual." He is so patient and understanding it blows me away. And the time we spend together is so affectionate, just cuddling, talking and laughing. It's all romance and passion and sensuality. In a lot of ways, all of that is better than the sex.<br /><br />I'm kind of tripping out about not feeling all that into sucking his cock. It's not like it's exceptionally big or obnoxious, it's clean and well groomed. I dunno why but it's like it simultaneously turns me on and off. It gets me hard to have him in my mouth, but then I almost immediately lose interest in doing anything with it. Poor guy, it must be driving him nuts. lol<br /></div>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-11092350845116279212009-01-18T07:07:00.004-07:002009-01-18T07:07:00.269-07:00Patrick Hates My Crossdressing<div style="text-align: justify;">I guess he's is not into queens. They turn him off the same way women do. So it stands to reason that he's not so into my crossdressing stuff. He's not into the skirts or dresses, heels or hose. The idea of me wearing my lacy top around his house just turns him off, he says. In a way it's kind of weird because I just want to feel natural around him, and a lot of times I just want to be nude or wear women's clothes because, well, that's what feels natural. It's only about comfort, so I find it pretty interesting that he doesn't want me to wear my girlie shit around him.<br /><br />Maybe it makes him uncomfortable, I don't know. Maybe he's so gay that anything feminine turns him off on a fundamental level. When I asked him about it, he said that he was attracted to men, not women. He told me about another closeted bisexual lover who also likes that stuff, but that as for himself the women's shit just doesn't do it for him. [Note to self: gotta meet this other guy he's talking about!]<br /><br />What's really interesting about it for me is the way it illustrates different people's arousal triggers. For him the arousal comes from the sexuality of masculinity. Whereas I think for me the arousal comes, perhaps, from the fantasy of being a woman. The clothes give me the experience of what women get to wear, while I get to role-play their gender and fantasize about having a straight women's sexuality. And get fucked by some handsome and manly guy.<br /><br />This dynamic that I have with Patrick is really bringing up some deep introspection. What is the basis of my attraction to men? Is it physical or fantasy? A combination of both? Or do I simply have a fascination with being perverted - that I need to continually up the ante to get off? Is this gay experience authentic or is it just my attempts to raise my sexual bet: "I'll call your crossdressing, and raise with a blowjob and fuck in the ass."<br /><br />I understand how men dressing up in women's clothes could turn off a gay guy. The same way I understood when one of my past girlfriends couldn't stop laughing any time I wore women's clothes. She just thought it was funny, not sexy. I have had girlfriends and lovers who thought it was really hot, though most of the time I've kept very private about my <a href="http://bisensualblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-confessions-i-steal-panties.html" target="_blank">panty thievery</a>, <a href="http://bisensualblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/cockring-fetish.html" target="_blank">cock ring hobby</a>, heel fetish, and other unmentionables. <br /></div>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-19204527653768953402009-01-17T07:02:00.002-07:002009-01-17T07:02:00.738-07:00Bisexual Pornucopia 5<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk0n9lGOmmsafdmPR8pHJNopVFVZZ0Haoef6xcNFN2WbKfVqFNcTX5dKyHh4UOIA61-59Av1_rzWZydwCjZcK-4mkVT224U3cnsSVlPSdhTQkEVB2GYJv1H4d479hehBLXESupybkhmw/s1600-h/20.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk0n9lGOmmsafdmPR8pHJNopVFVZZ0Haoef6xcNFN2WbKfVqFNcTX5dKyHh4UOIA61-59Av1_rzWZydwCjZcK-4mkVT224U3cnsSVlPSdhTQkEVB2GYJv1H4d479hehBLXESupybkhmw/s400/20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291923626658262610" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh59UVlcsyIKRzdZjNsBW-gS5GeqPHWQg1jHLJcVGao8wBQBA0ri5sMdzzFHRfbnv2_ZjisTLfW77I5UvCB3s4Wf76leUCi2xJIhfHZciyqZAELMGuDaXvgkTk3EcWYjEGvkWmfOKaDAg/s1600-h/IMG-033.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh59UVlcsyIKRzdZjNsBW-gS5GeqPHWQg1jHLJcVGao8wBQBA0ri5sMdzzFHRfbnv2_ZjisTLfW77I5UvCB3s4Wf76leUCi2xJIhfHZciyqZAELMGuDaXvgkTk3EcWYjEGvkWmfOKaDAg/s400/IMG-033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291923625106586402" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRyhfGyZLtQ-b2IQKYPHShkeNK0Rff6S1ztr891rfHp8PIt4l_qOCMSXbuh26LKw4HDBGEJxRCfYKWEGDWyayxyoQrhH538Z-JlJnssdRPIYrGn4S1Rh_S8Tzw56ItyZe8DRjIAvFSA/s1600-h/3p_s06_311.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRyhfGyZLtQ-b2IQKYPHShkeNK0Rff6S1ztr891rfHp8PIt4l_qOCMSXbuh26LKw4HDBGEJxRCfYKWEGDWyayxyoQrhH538Z-JlJnssdRPIYrGn4S1Rh_S8Tzw56ItyZe8DRjIAvFSA/s400/3p_s06_311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291923617436899346" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKr3bbNQSSqtYeiFM78YtpKbCMwsGkcTotKnwggwD3Im51uZ1K6fbyjtmVWkZYnntD-2Vmf8FnXK3A17riKm_LGXFSqVkzIPQsWCZuemt5RZeGlsY06skcXBbplrzEmg45myO0aPOFyw/s1600-h/IMG-319.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKr3bbNQSSqtYeiFM78YtpKbCMwsGkcTotKnwggwD3Im51uZ1K6fbyjtmVWkZYnntD-2Vmf8FnXK3A17riKm_LGXFSqVkzIPQsWCZuemt5RZeGlsY06skcXBbplrzEmg45myO0aPOFyw/s400/IMG-319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291923621096081026" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZpRDXlxdDqvTn2HY_u6s8ZNTy4EZnSP_VzicxzYOeKWvsv6mNp_FeFqsG2zt0IkNiQqpm2VJf4TOnKRiC6S-PcxSzBbkhKUzSJene9a3CZBsNS8bGTuz-VqRkMtAruWPmACj1ZdImpA/s1600-h/3p_s05_431.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZpRDXlxdDqvTn2HY_u6s8ZNTy4EZnSP_VzicxzYOeKWvsv6mNp_FeFqsG2zt0IkNiQqpm2VJf4TOnKRiC6S-PcxSzBbkhKUzSJene9a3CZBsNS8bGTuz-VqRkMtAruWPmACj1ZdImpA/s400/3p_s05_431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291923618383555810" /></a>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-38950541861512712672009-01-16T06:16:00.003-07:002009-01-16T06:16:00.365-07:00On Boredom and Butt Play<div style="text-align: justify;">Much as I hate to say this, I'm already starting to feel a little bored with Patrick's and my sex life. This last time I went over to his place, the sexual dynamic just fizzled like stale soda. We tried to fool around a bit, but the excitement from before just wasn't there. I really didn't want to suck his cock, and my interest in him sucking mine seemed to be on the outs as well. I've felt this way before with new girlfriends like before we actually fucked, as if our lovemaking had become reruns of the same old heavy petting sessions, stuck in foreplay mode. That kind of sex gets old fast, always building up but never achieving the deep, satisfying release of penetration. I'm starting to feel this way about Patrick, and I'm not sure how to bring it up with him.<br /><br />I'm confused as to why the sex has gotten so boring so fast. Am I not fully attracted to him or men in general? Is what I really want a woman? Do we need to get nastier? Has the novelty worn off and now I'm just longing for what I really want - pussy? How quickly will the novelty of ass play wear off? How quickly will I get bored with gay sex, even with all the variety? Am I really bisexual, or just desperate? Do I even want to keep seeing Patrick?<br /><br />It's confusing because I harbored these bi-curious feelings for so long, and now that I've set that free I feel like it's less important to me than I thought it was, as if the curiosity has been quenched, drained, diminished. Here I've been worried about whether I might be gay for like most of my life, and now there's this anticlimactic meltdown of sexual boredom with it. Kinda depressing, really.<br /><br />I don't know how Patrick will react if I tell him that I'm getting bored with the sex. I feel like I have to move on and try out some nastier shit, like see what it's like to get fucked in the ass. I know I have a long way to go with that though, as I've barely done any ass play at all, and have even balked at Patrick's request that I douche before we fool around. I have this weird virgin mindset about sex and my ass, like I want to try it out, but don't want to find out what it's like after. Does that make any sense? As if my virginity was a part of me that would be lost forever.<br /><br />Also, as far as me fucking Patrick goes, he says he's not had anal sex for like ten years. Just butt play and fingers and toys I guess, but he hasn't had a guy actually fuck him for a long time. I don't know if I want to fuck him either. I mean, to be brutally honest, his ass doesn't really turn me on. And when I think about fucking him and looking down to see what I'm fucking, I just imagine my dick getting soft in about a nanosecond. And that doesn't seem very fun, almost like I'm putting off my being put off by gay sex.<br /><br />It's weird, but somehow I know I'm prolonging the inevitable. That sex with Patrick will get boring, I'll keep wishing more and more that he was a young tender woman, and I'll get so that I can't cum with him no matter what. Probably get so he can't get me hard, even with his amazing cocksucking skills. I was having a good time experimenting, why did it have to get so old so fast?<br /></div>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-71771592240513652832009-01-15T06:27:00.003-07:002009-01-15T06:27:00.546-07:00Ass HNTMe and my new favorite skirt.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6hyphenhyphenA6hZlpkNNvE7wWtpWpN-GRHtv0mGNP8zrmC6CwSBco6HxZeIwp0PtsG33GCD0KDCW0LjTvoKidNz_JlQuJ6KpYvCaRMHH9_3GreiPuFkKhYGv7IaTftP7g5Oiwzsb6Ze1Z0HjnIQ/s1600-h/IMG_4012a.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6hyphenhyphenA6hZlpkNNvE7wWtpWpN-GRHtv0mGNP8zrmC6CwSBco6HxZeIwp0PtsG33GCD0KDCW0LjTvoKidNz_JlQuJ6KpYvCaRMHH9_3GreiPuFkKhYGv7IaTftP7g5Oiwzsb6Ze1Z0HjnIQ/s400/IMG_4012a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291205402093880738" /></a>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-5624504610758133802009-01-14T06:25:00.000-07:002009-01-14T06:25:00.083-07:00Solo Sexual<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpM8xBnqOud_hbGTWEOrNpdu1uWj_8s_-TTV_6-D5i8z_La0TpgkbSj7aaz6VHj9VmeZNhtULs3tmHSTLbMcRXzOzUCfeNdEvWInbQZtHkYGhcEAJ0O4qgDjeaiAM6gWd0BSyF6LfGA/s1600-h/18.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpM8xBnqOud_hbGTWEOrNpdu1uWj_8s_-TTV_6-D5i8z_La0TpgkbSj7aaz6VHj9VmeZNhtULs3tmHSTLbMcRXzOzUCfeNdEvWInbQZtHkYGhcEAJ0O4qgDjeaiAM6gWd0BSyF6LfGA/s400/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290475764592954594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8Fv7bBzVEcs-sEPNrj-ChLlcyBeUSL3DsMnbdjBi_QSeH0YOokpIHY4vyPev07Z4Desw-Ow5B26vf_xLci0N3ur4AzGmLTrnXF3t9QhFE6JHp_torFSplP_s0Jy-xxERUnncJvxw7A/s1600-h/0014.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8Fv7bBzVEcs-sEPNrj-ChLlcyBeUSL3DsMnbdjBi_QSeH0YOokpIHY4vyPev07Z4Desw-Ow5B26vf_xLci0N3ur4AzGmLTrnXF3t9QhFE6JHp_torFSplP_s0Jy-xxERUnncJvxw7A/s400/0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290475760471961810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga2lUAwOKCRuPnv1f-BJqgQGcFORK8sE-FT6Du3CxYI-tZL9RJ4SlEifHsLdHWDmTneFeLRn7G3IhDxs6ohTad3Pkwyj3BvGQwAWq94E6pZ8E-Xre9TgRX5FvSN8agkkjk3Em07YwcOA/s1600-h/13.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga2lUAwOKCRuPnv1f-BJqgQGcFORK8sE-FT6Du3CxYI-tZL9RJ4SlEifHsLdHWDmTneFeLRn7G3IhDxs6ohTad3Pkwyj3BvGQwAWq94E6pZ8E-Xre9TgRX5FvSN8agkkjk3Em07YwcOA/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290475760823678002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVfdl6qnxuSJet_vU6t7Zd8bLi_sniGLQ1bAWxuoqFQhBQqQ1BWl63wAWcH4xxTiKPdRQIMNlYBAh3qi_Z0TFbiAEey0YDDdqxfGnHjUXjxN9M-gEbj7nG4Tn01T9kUsu_wspFE9i40w/s1600-h/08.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVfdl6qnxuSJet_vU6t7Zd8bLi_sniGLQ1bAWxuoqFQhBQqQ1BWl63wAWcH4xxTiKPdRQIMNlYBAh3qi_Z0TFbiAEey0YDDdqxfGnHjUXjxN9M-gEbj7nG4Tn01T9kUsu_wspFE9i40w/s400/08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290475761501387858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSysGTzyAt2Zs9z7Z99okAMZ10qu708kytLv4wGJ-n3ZIeRwxzXdQXBXagtkAtVFt9dQD3GQxmmo64nKx5NFX1ssznUtlB4Tquym2b26ovlCl_KGjKSJLVcyP5bVPLsqTggu_NI57kA/s1600-h/15.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSysGTzyAt2Zs9z7Z99okAMZ10qu708kytLv4wGJ-n3ZIeRwxzXdQXBXagtkAtVFt9dQD3GQxmmo64nKx5NFX1ssznUtlB4Tquym2b26ovlCl_KGjKSJLVcyP5bVPLsqTggu_NI57kA/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290475757214966178" border="0" /></a>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-65965822332977056622009-01-13T06:07:00.000-07:002009-01-13T06:07:00.599-07:00Our Third Night<div style="text-align: justify;">The other night last week with Patrick was only our third night together, but it felt so natural that it could have been our thirteenth or thirtieth night. We have a connection that just makes it so easy to hang out. I don’t feel the need to pretend to be someone else or to fake it in any way. It just is what it is, and we are who we are. What could be more simple and good?<br /><br />He made me another amazing dinner, lasagna and a killer tossed salad. After dinner I confessed to him that I wasn’t feeling very sexy or sexual that night (or so I thought). I talked to him about the scruffy face issue, that I wasn’t so into it, so he leaned over to brush his face against my lips, “what about now?” he asked. He had done an exquisite job shaving, and I was surprised to find his face really quite soft and smooth.<br /><br />“Much better,” I sighed with a smile, giving in to a passionate kiss. Wasn’t I going to try to keep my hands off of him? Shit. Well, maybe it’s true, “the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.”<br /><br />I told him about how I didn’t know why, but I liked playing with his cock better when it’s soft, that I’m intimidated by it somehow when it’s hard. That it’s more of a <a href="http://bisensualblog.blogspot.com/search?q=funky+elephant" target="_blank">Funky Elephant</a> crush for me at the moment. I don’t know how, but he seemed to understand. If a woman had ever told me that my cock intimidated her, the sexual beast in me would stroll up to the podium in my head and declare, “Fuck. Her. Now.” Because I know what it’s like to be a man, I immediately recognized and respected his ability to show a little restraint.<br /><br />We talked for about an hour, about all kinds of stuff, whatever came to mind. Of course the conversation steered towards sex, because that seems to always come to mind. And then all of a sudden, Patrick was sucking my cock. Gentle, gentle, gentle, not so rough. I don’t want to be consumed tonight, merely teased. Keep the Electrolux unplugged for now, I’m content to fuck only the off switch tonight.<br /><br />I just wanted to dabble anytime he was soft, but mostly I kept him out of my mouth for the night. We made out and played around with each others cocks on and off for hours like the other nights. Edging he calls it. Just playing a bit, backing off, playing a bit, backing off. I didn’t know it had a name, I had done it sometimes masturbating when I had the time to jerk off all day, or when I wanted to dump a really huge cumload.<br /><br />The sex that night was different, detached, more play than passion. Somehow Patrick seemed to be satisfied just worshiping my body, jerking off onto me while I laid back on couch. I’m impressed that he doesn’t seem to have the need to penetrate to get off. As if I’m living pornography for him to speckle with cum splotches. The voyeur/exhibitionist aspect of it is kinda kinky, a real turn on for me.<br /><br />This time when he jerked off over me, his cumload was the most I’d ever seen him do. I used his cum to lubricate my cock and masturbate. I tried to cum, but I couldn’t. Sigh.<br /><br />Since I was a total mess, I went to the shower to clean off, and there I kind of started to trip out. “Is my man-crush over? Why can’t I cum? Why do I keep wishing he had a cunt? Why can’t I cum? Is this the bisexual dilemma? What the fuck? Why can’t I cum?”<br /><br />I fixed something on his computer for him, got his msn email to sound a new email alert – which is very easy to do, I am not bragging about computer skills here ;) - and of course being impressed with my familiarity around the OS, Patrick quickly had his hands all over my body. When he’s touching me, our affections have few limits. So naturally, soon we were both naked again, and he was straddled over me, our balls touching, our dicks entwined as we made out.<br /><br />He slid down my body and gently took my balls into his mouth, which had always had hurt before, but tonight it felt divine. He carefully sucked my tender balls while I jerked off and came closer and closer to climax. Then he stood up, leaned into me and I pumped our cocks side by side with my knuckles together and finally came, spurting out onto our chests. Patrick collapsed on me, both of us breathing heavily. It was another night to remember.<br /></div>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-31313662533929912502009-01-12T09:20:00.004-07:002009-01-12T09:36:25.581-07:00Corner of Confusion and Let Down Alley<div style="text-align: justify;">My craigslist ad has gotten more responses than I thought it would, though no response has led to anything close as to what I have with Patrick. It's been a real eye opener to experience first hand the differences between the straight and gay worlds.<br /><br />One of my respondents is a pretty attractive lady in her early 50's. We've been trading emails for almost two weeks now, and she invited me over to dinner last night at her house. There was obviously chemistry when I got there, but clearly far more baggage involved than with Patrick. She told me about her son (son? not mentioned before) and her current divorce (divorce? that's a new one) and how she's not sure if she'll even be in this town three months down the road (three months? okay then). Then of course came out the ultimate straight-dating buzz kill: she's just looking for friends.<br /><br />Just friends? Jeezus. What the fuck's up with answering a "men seeking women" personal ad then? I know what's up with it, maybe I just had forgotten how contrived heterosexual dating can be. All the games. All the shades of truth. All the saying "yes" when they really mean "no" - I still want pussy but not all the bullshit. Am I asking too much?<br /></div>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-56790398616389910972009-01-10T06:49:00.000-07:002009-01-10T06:49:00.225-07:00Nice Jeans 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQvNo4AMuTpmBPWIOdx9gj9ZNXuiK2Z4gG-dvZQvvRruUomGJ2jpcR5TTw9COVWcg3qeuslOmUGUlwAAKAi1OjZpV9C_GSBa8TqZB2RxTJ06PIiwAAjray2fEZGCyyRpuKdBE6N35VQ/s1600-h/ass+1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQvNo4AMuTpmBPWIOdx9gj9ZNXuiK2Z4gG-dvZQvvRruUomGJ2jpcR5TTw9COVWcg3qeuslOmUGUlwAAKAi1OjZpV9C_GSBa8TqZB2RxTJ06PIiwAAjray2fEZGCyyRpuKdBE6N35VQ/s400/ass+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288347793367679026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSpaj8jjA5S1VOM7a0Er45sGhCn4URuqBnQeRqCoCC2PvOhnb53jNBjlPYjDE_G8Y0vkIldoRJA5Sn8KqFyZT1kzbctOMNsfYhZ4k2KU3m_bT3ECLB0WEK_8hvaG6RGTwNAEqD3EGaMw/s1600-h/01.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSpaj8jjA5S1VOM7a0Er45sGhCn4URuqBnQeRqCoCC2PvOhnb53jNBjlPYjDE_G8Y0vkIldoRJA5Sn8KqFyZT1kzbctOMNsfYhZ4k2KU3m_bT3ECLB0WEK_8hvaG6RGTwNAEqD3EGaMw/s400/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288347774911483346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD115sW-31mAjmI7jGQIk1tX8Mqytj55dKd2ZogR7ryuRdutkxnf1DSH8ZNbOM0mrbntNEESU_Y0Q8RPyZfH2xGsAuA8lwjuxHKKGDZRUxifI5xf5UdH_avzWwA9tSy1v62WakPlzw3Q/s1600-h/06.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD115sW-31mAjmI7jGQIk1tX8Mqytj55dKd2ZogR7ryuRdutkxnf1DSH8ZNbOM0mrbntNEESU_Y0Q8RPyZfH2xGsAuA8lwjuxHKKGDZRUxifI5xf5UdH_avzWwA9tSy1v62WakPlzw3Q/s400/06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288347777975475490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkSiEKR_mJLfO2ioNcNZyPcrDOy5Uhr2TxyViT9aknaa5gXrYk1dPvOg4c-SRY8r58duP_ot2QTvEQ5BU2d7_09JMb69y5PC-rhhbqlXRaYfL9hhTkqVaM8L8-78uf_O6GvttY5eOK7w/s1600-h/13.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkSiEKR_mJLfO2ioNcNZyPcrDOy5Uhr2TxyViT9aknaa5gXrYk1dPvOg4c-SRY8r58duP_ot2QTvEQ5BU2d7_09JMb69y5PC-rhhbqlXRaYfL9hhTkqVaM8L8-78uf_O6GvttY5eOK7w/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288347782515013298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHpN-ivDs45t-LwvIMRdsBCELai8PreHdoN2y4IQPgGG0DXLs4xggpshJkcRSU0wNfurG7A5oxv6k4G8C8rxyOVl0qzaL_P0cnJQqB4T9ZKu0tICHBuyTTIKB-BAqwgExzbVNNTBR7fw/s1600-h/Steve-009.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHpN-ivDs45t-LwvIMRdsBCELai8PreHdoN2y4IQPgGG0DXLs4xggpshJkcRSU0wNfurG7A5oxv6k4G8C8rxyOVl0qzaL_P0cnJQqB4T9ZKu0tICHBuyTTIKB-BAqwgExzbVNNTBR7fw/s400/Steve-009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288347776093645490" border="0" /></a>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-31712906344158602152009-01-09T07:09:00.001-07:002009-01-09T12:50:47.346-07:00Patrick Tells The Truth<div style="text-align: justify;">Patrick has confessed something to me, and I'm surprised it doesn't bother me more.<br /><br />When he responded to my craigslist ad, he said he was a young 49. When I got to his place <a href="http://bisensualblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-day-new-year-new-life.html" target="_blank">the first night</a>, I thought he didn't look so young for 49, but he still grew on me as the night went on. It was like our connection transcended age. It was more our spirits that connected. So what if he's ten years older?<br /><br />Well, since we have such a strong connection, he decided to tell me his real age. According to him he has never told any lover his real age before. It honestly seems kind of foreign to me to live life that way, because I hate to try to keep track of all the lies out there, who I told what and trying to keep it all straight - what a waste of energy! I figured this out when I was a teen still living with my parents. All my other friends were trying to come up with elaborate schemes to get away with this or that or go to a drinking party or use their fake ID's to get into a strip club, etc. Because of my honesty I even got them in trouble sometimes, not being able to keep it together as to what the story was when this person or that person happens to be within earshot. Deception takes a lot out of me, and I generally avoid it at all costs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuwKstGrT2lIWSTWVU_4XGT5J4XBhokYiMuTM7rFQ41f-81G7vE4D3SzdHUh5P3InexuKlurpUkDntktM6VHGu2O3P1-60vPQgutfYaZcQ_6H774VuwKwFOCxY2KEHfNTcCsjQhX2LTw/s1600-h/IMG_3992.JPG"><img style="margin: 7pt 0pt 4px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuwKstGrT2lIWSTWVU_4XGT5J4XBhokYiMuTM7rFQ41f-81G7vE4D3SzdHUh5P3InexuKlurpUkDntktM6VHGu2O3P1-60vPQgutfYaZcQ_6H774VuwKwFOCxY2KEHfNTcCsjQhX2LTw/s200/IMG_3992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289383421861121682" border="0" /></a>So believe it or not, dear reader, my Patrick is 64 years old! My God! He's my friggin' parent's age! Regardless, I forgive him because if he had said he was that old from the start, I doubt I would have ever agreed to meet him. And besides, most all of the 25-year-old chicks that I'm interested in think 39 is over the hill. They would have no idea that I get carded for looking so young if I met them online, so I too have felt the urge to augment my youth when flirting online in chat rooms or whatever. It's so stupid that people place such high importance on just a number. They set limits and judgments in their mind about how people of a certain age act, and all it does is limit what experiences, friends and lovers they could have in their lives.<br /><br />What really blows me away is that Patrick's only a couple years younger than my parents, but I still lust after him. I still dream about his cock. It's kind of weird because there's also this element of taboo there, like I'm fucking my grandpa. Gross huh? But he's not like any other sixty-plus year-old that I have ever met. He has opened my eyes in so many ways, that dirty old man! Lucky bastard gets a young, visceral, sex-crazed boyfriend out of the deal. Can I please be that lucky when I'm 64?<br /></div>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-23227990738961824152009-01-08T06:25:00.004-07:002009-01-08T06:25:00.320-07:00Lacy HNT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJND04WmFsqQkDoTtAZbEEV9N6ZiWPthYTjoo-Gg5r80wHydTfx4k2jEb4IYqMYzVgINh1m77UdGxIqiCs9xOxWg9f-UL_iEX3FRvFp8Jur76Dvz3nUywhs8kZPovW6COU1HLidaicVw/s1600-h/DSCN0134crop.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJND04WmFsqQkDoTtAZbEEV9N6ZiWPthYTjoo-Gg5r80wHydTfx4k2jEb4IYqMYzVgINh1m77UdGxIqiCs9xOxWg9f-UL_iEX3FRvFp8Jur76Dvz3nUywhs8kZPovW6COU1HLidaicVw/s400/DSCN0134crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287307098408105282" border="0" /></a>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-77972453059342314542009-01-07T13:59:00.002-07:002009-01-07T14:01:42.288-07:00Somehow My Heart Flutters<div style="text-align: justify;">I just finished playing phone tag with Patrick, and finally he won. I had forgotten that he went to the big city for a basketball game last night, and then we missed each other's calls this morning a few times. When we finally talked, he lured me over to his place with the promise of another amazing meal.<br /><br />During the phone tag, it dawned on me how particular and <a href="http://bisensualblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-words-gone-good.html" target="_blank">faggoty</a> his outgoing message is, and when I left my message he could tell I was laughing at him. Not in a bad way, but just that kind of delightful giggle that you get when someone you know just goes right for the punch line in terms of their personality. For a second, they intimate exactly what you love about them the most, and it just makes you laugh. The joy that wells up and just becomes a true heartfelt belly laugh.<br /><br />I wasn't sure if he was upset, but he called me out for laughing at him, and asked to me explain why I was, indeed, cracking up when I left my message. So I read the subtext of his message to him. "Why bother calling if you can't leave a message, and don't fuck up when you do." And that it sounded like he gets a lot of hangup messages from friends that he can plain well see with the caller ID. Immediately he said, "exactly." Points scored for me, I guess.<br /><br />When he asked me about dinner and what I wanted to eat, he said "besides my cock." And, I dunno, it kind of turned me off. Not sure why, maybe because food fetishes never ever worked for me - you know whipped cream on the nipples or whatever - or maybe because of wretched, unmentionable cannibalism imagery. Who knows, but I immediately thought that maybe I'm going to have to let him know that I like the advances, but it's getting to be a little too much for me right now.<br /><br />So I'm going over to see him again tonight, and I don't exactly know how I feel about it. But talking to him definitely got my heart rate up.</div>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-81356925578982362742009-01-07T06:48:00.004-07:002009-01-07T06:48:01.942-07:00Our First Fight - Not Really<div style="text-align: justify;">I finally confided in Patrick that I've been writing in my blog some pretty specific details about our love affair. "Like what, EVERYTHING?!" he cried, and I said, "pretty much, yeah."<br /><br />He doesn't quite understand the blogging phenomenon, and I think maybe he thought I've got my real name and Social Security Number, street address and phone number published for all the world to see. He was convinced I was using his real name too, and was pretty well pissed off to think that I would betray his trust like that.<br /><br />"[His real name], honey, <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm</span> the one who's in the closet here, remember? Besides they all think your name is Patrick. And they don't even know what town we live in, let alone what state. There are a million anonymous bloggers out there. That's what makes it so cool, and such a release for me."<br /><br />"Oh," he said, and a playful smile curled his lips, "Patrick? ... That was my first boyfriend's name." And with that we kissed and made up. Well, kissed and made out was more like it.<br /><br />Without trust, there is no romance anywhere. Period.<br /></div>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-11423608735382075552009-01-06T13:10:00.003-07:002009-01-07T13:16:38.031-07:00Rough Wisker Side Effects<div style="text-align: justify;">I'd never made out with a man before last week, and to be perfectly honest it really makes me miss kissing a woman. Facial hair kind of grosses me out (especially on a woman!) and the simple fact of the matter is that it's abrasive and it hurts. My lip feels like I've been making out with a friggin' sheet of sandpaper. My lover even said that he shaved before I came over <a href="http://bisensualblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-long-and-beautiful-night.html" target="_blank">the other night</a>, but still his face was so scratchy that my soft lips got hurt in the process. How to meet a woman who sees the world like a guy (in other words, realistically), but without the scruffy face? I was afraid that this bisexual thing might become a dilemma... but hey, at least I'm getting laid.<br /></div>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-16261118568671482022009-01-05T09:47:00.009-07:002009-01-07T14:09:15.353-07:00Another Long and Beautiful Night<div style="text-align: justify;">When I got to Patrick's last night, I felt much more relaxed and content to be going over to a gay man's house. I can tell he feels totally comfortable with me, because this time when I got to his door, it was left ajar, and knocking on it just swung it open. "Come in honey," I heard my sweet boyfriend say from inside.<br /><br />He looked great. I guess since we met he has been able to sleep better, and this time he literally looked five years younger than before. I told him that he looked good as we embraced and pecked on the lips. "Bullshit," he said, but I'm sure that he appreciated the compliment. Who wouldn't?<br /><br />While we hugged and held each other, I put my nose in the crook of his neck and just inhaled his scent like a drug. I always thought, from being in nasty, sweaty locker rooms, that a man would have this gnarly awful smell, too spunky and musky and strong to actually smell good, but not my Patrick. He smells like fresh banana bread muffins straight from the oven, a wonderfully appealing, intoxicating scent.<br /><br />I took off my pants within the first two minutes of being there. I already had my pajamas on underneath, as I didn't want to waste any time getting comfortable again. I took out my own slippers and robe, and he poked fun at me, "oh God you are so queer to bring your own things." And I grabbed him playfully, pulling him into me while I poked fun back at him, "sweetie, you know how picky I am!"<br /><br />Our mouths met in a hot, deep kiss. Any inhibitions from the other night about kissing him had flown out the window. He is a great kisser. Attentive, responsive, sensual and very passionate.<br /><br />Within no time we were snuggling on the couch, nibbling on the hors devours that he had graciously placed on the coffee table for us. Almonds, cashews, turkey slices and crackers. He got me a beer from the fridge and packed a bowl for me to smoke. The man knows how to get me in the mood!<br /><br />It wasn’t long before our hands were down each other’s pants. The chemistry between us is just so overpowering, when we are together the desire is almost too much to bear. If it weren’t for real life responsibility and the need for sleep, I would never want to leave his place, never want to stop pleasuring each other, never let go of his manly embrace.<br /><br />“Let’s get naked and go roll around on my bed,” he suggested. “I’m not really in the mood to hot tub tonight.”<br /><br />“Oh baby please, I really need a soak,” I pleaded, pretending to be sore; but for all my feigning discomfort, I think he knew that I was just trying to get him into that sexy little tub of his again, to relive our first time together, but this time to accept his advances with reckless abandon.<br /><br />Once in the tub, no time was wasted sucking face with my gorgeous new boyfriend. I leaned into him, pushing him to the other side of the tub. Under the water I spread my legs and arched my back. He grabbed my ass with his muscular hands, tucked his middle finger between my cheeks, cupped my balls. I reached down to feel that his cock was fully hard and I playfully asked him, “how’d that happen?”<br /><br />He said that making out always got him the hardest. Suddenly timid, I stopped kissing him and we went back to talking and playing touch games under the water. Soon his cock was soft again and I asked him, “what else gets you hard, I don’t know what to do.”<br /><br />With that he got out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub. “Here,” he teased, “do you know what to do now?”<br /><br />I gave him a wily smile and a playfully sinful look, floated across the water and immediately took his cock into my mouth. I sucked and swirled, pulled on his foreskin gently with my teeth, blew kisses and licked while his hardening cock bobbled in and out of my willing mouth. In a breath he was hard again and said, “there now little boy, I think you're getting the idea.” But he was getting cold, so he slid back down into the warm water.<br /><br />A couple minutes later we went back into his house, and I lovingly dried him off with my towel. We went back into his room and grappled together naked on his bed. We touched and toyed with each other, we each put on cockrings and ended up in a sixty-nine. Sideways at first but then he had me lay on my back, and he straddled over my head and rammed my hard-on down his throat. His cock dangled right in my face and I took him into my mouth, into my throat, and he smothered me with his cock, his balls hanging over my nostrils so I couldn't breathe. The surrender to him felt so taboo, so wrong and so right, and I lifted his balls with my hands to take a deep breath, then let them tumble back onto my nose, back to being suffocated by his manhood. It felt so good.<br /><br />Minutes later he was kneeled over me again and we had each other's hands between our legs, touching each other's assholes, massaging under our balls. We jerked ourselves off together, matching strokes, <span style="font-style: italic;">mano a mano</span>, and soon he was dropping his loaded hot cum globs on my belly, and seeing him shudder with his orgasm sent me into oblivion too, and I came and came onto my belly, onto my chest and neck, flooding his cum with mine.<br /><br />He collapsed on me and we just mushed the cum between our chests, squirming, mashing the moist and slippery cumfest between us, kissing deeply, moaning with delight.<br /><br />Looking at the clock, I was surprised to see it wasn't even 11:30, so we went back into the living room again to snuggle and touch on the couch. He made us tea and started a fire, and we warmed each other there watching the flicker of flame together, just talking and joking and laughing again, both of us still bewildered with disbelief that we had even found each other. He recounted the impossibility of our meeting, pointing out that I had posted on craigslist in "men seeking women" and how preposterous it was for him to even be reading those ads in the first place. "Maybe you <span style="font-style: italic;">are</span> a woman, Patrick," I teased, and he just cracked up laughing. "You are so fucking funny," he said, and we laughed with joy at the genius of it all.<br /><br />Of course in no time my cock was up and ready again, and he said he just could not believe that my cock could last so long and cum so hard and yet still be ready to fuck again in a mere three minutes. "Yeah," I said, "you know my cock never got the message that I got older. He still thinks he's 18!"<br /><br />Patrick laughed out loud and said that he thought that must be the funniest thing he ever heard. "Wait until I tell my girlfriends," he said. And I half-jokingly asked, "are they cute?" And without a moment's hesitation he said, "Fuck you, do you think I'd share <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> with <span style="font-style: italic;">them</span>?!" A split second later he was sucking my cock again, and once again I was throbbing to complete fullness in his amazing mouth.<br /><br />"Bring that beautiful cock over here, you fucking stud," I urged him, and he stood up and forced it into my mouth, into my throat, and he fucked my face while I jerked off. He put his finger slightly in my ass, quivered and shook, pulled out of my mouth and cum again onto my chest. Not one to be outdone, I quickly built up to another orgasm while he rubbed our cocks together, jerking us both off simultaneously, and before long I was cumming again and again, as if for the first time that night, the spurts leaping out of my tip and splashing on my chest, even up to my chin. "Jesus Christ!" he said, "you really are still a teenager!"<br /><br />"But only for you, baby," I teased, and we caressed and snuggled late into the night, this time only to three AM though. I drove home fairly sober, but so so tired from the long day. That night thoughts of him consumed my dreams. My heart and cock and mind and body are all pestering me this morning, "When do we get to be with Patrick again?!"<br /></div>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219191762051017960.post-79622733796524759452009-01-04T17:47:00.004-07:002009-01-04T19:04:21.036-07:00Can't Keep My Mind Off Patrick<div style="text-align: justify;">I told Patrick I could see him again this coming Thursday, but it's only Sunday night and I can't imagine waiting that long. I really don't know how busy his schedule is, but I feel like I could go see him at least twice before Thursday comes around. It's amazing that I have become instantly addicted to this man.<br /><a href="http://bisensualblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-day-new-year-new-life.html"><br />Hanging out with him the other night</a> just felt so natural and good, I found the complete lack of expectations so refreshing. Always before if I hung out with a woman I was together with, there was always expectations, that I would act a certain way or do certain things, or not do certain things like whip my dick out and jerk off on her coffee table. With Patrick things are totally different. I feel like I could share my sickest fantasies with him, or be content to just chill and watch a movie. We get along so good, and we have so much in common. Except that he's gay and I'm not.<br /><br />I'm still wildly attracted to women, I'm just starting to believe that maybe they don't deserve me, or at least they cannot seem to appreciate me the way a gay man can. Hanging out with Patrick just feels more natural than any woman I can ever remember being with. It's like women just... don't... get... it.<br /><br />UPDATE: After writing this, I couldn't even wait half an hour before I called him and asked if he felt like inviting me over. I'm going over there in half an hour.<br /></div>Benny Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12193354329960788847noreply@blogger.com0