Our Third Night

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?

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.

“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.”

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 Funky Elephant 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?”

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.

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.

Flaccid Phallic Ruminations

There is just something innocent and inherently cute about a flaccid cock. While soft, it poses no threat of penetration, has no sexual prowess, it's merely a cluster of flesh arranged as a bladder drain, nothing more than a utilitarian dangle tube.

Hairy flaccid dicks act like little turtle heads peeking out from scarfed necks, timid and trembling. They look like eels backing into a furry cave, acting simultaneously confident in, and terrified by, their surroundings. The natural state of male genitals is like an uprooted bush, a tangly mess of protective fur for the vulnerable package to take refuge.

Uncircumcised soft dicks conjure images of aardvarks and elephants, the tips having a nasal, woodwind-like cone of folded flesh, a carrot tip of epidermal overburden. Like a funky, skinny turnip with a pulse.

Gay Urges Explained

Lately I've been masturbating to gay material pretty much exclusively. I don't know if this is because I'm becoming more gay, less bisexual, or if I'm gearing up for my first experience, or if I'm finally giving up on women or what. It's weird because usually I'm pretty self aware and clued-in to what's going on inside of me. This one is kind of confusing though. I've been on the gay/straight fence for so long, sometimes I wonder if I'm hanging on to bisexuality in the hopes that there's a women out there for me. It's like I'm afraid to give up on women, afraid to totally disavow my attraction to them, for fear that I'd be letting something go that I still want. But then the pain of failure surfaces again and I immediately feel the bitterness bubble up... They make it so hard! And I'm not just talking about my dick.

I simply want my cock worshiped. I don't care what gender gives it the attention it needs, just as long as I'm attracted to them, and as long as they treat my trouser snake like a friggin' king-god. Kneel before it, kiss it, lick it, suck it, shower it with love and affection. Treat it like an altar, a sacrament, show it respect and admiration. Force it down your throat, expertly guide it deep into your ass. Love every inch.

The most alluring thing about having a gay experience is the assumption that my cock will be treated to the attentive affections of someone who knows what the hell they are doing. What makes dicks feel good is no mystery to gay men. They understand cock intimately, what it craves, what makes it tick. The penis is not an extraordinarily complex organ, yet it can shrivel in the hands of the inexperienced and the timid.

I want to be naked on a bed, lean back with my hands behind my head, and have some muscular masseuse oil my engine and coax out a cumload. I want an intimate massage from some hot beefcake, and see him get hard through high-cut silky gym shorts. Then reach out while he stands over me and stroke his cum out all over my chest and abs.

On Gayness and Misogyny

Misogyny is defined as the hatred of women. So, what about sexual hatred of women? I had this thought the other day, as I was reflecting on my path to get where I am now with my sexuality. I wondered if my bisexuality is just a natural outcome of my failures with women. Am I so embittered and hurt that I'm intensifying my gay urges, focusing on them, when it's nothing more than pure, unmitigated desperation?

Women always seem threatened by me. I am an intense person, yes, but I think that my outward honesty and the fact that I "wear my emotions on my sleeve" just turns them off. Women have an uncanny way of being able to sniff out my desperation, so it has a snowball effect. The less I get laid, the less chance I have of getting laid. It is one of life's cruel ironies. I don't know if I have an angry or violent vibe (with what I've been through I suppose I do), but I always strike out with women. I have not had a relationship in seven years, though I have been "dating" this whole time, and that's a whole other tragic story too lengthy and off-topic for this post.

A few years ago when I was exploring my inner feelings, mustering the courage to face my gayness, I asked a gay friend of mine how and why he knew he was homosexual. He said, "I'm gay because of my mother." I didn't question his reason, or ask him to go into it further. I wish I had now, because I wonder if his gayness is an expression of misogyny. Did something happen to make him hate his mother, and that hatred now extends to all women? Or was he merely saying that she gave him the "gay gene"? Regardless, the whole idea of blame in being gay doesn't make sense to me anymore. Blame is nothing more than a transference of guilt.

As I become more distanced, more lonely, more desperate, I become less and less attractive to women. This leads to a feeling of helplessness, because each interaction with women becomes worse than the last. Soon I am practically weighing jail time against pussy. Should I just get a whore, or worse, rape my way to satisfaction? With the seemingly impossible task of ever getting any pussy again in my life, cock gets more attractive by the minute.

Cocks Have Character!

I think male genitalia is beautiful. Cock, balls, yeah it's a beautiful thing. About ten years ago I hadn't realized this yet, although I had this overwhelming urge to photograph my own cock. It had been a lingering fantasy for a long time, but this was before the days of digital technology. Photos had to be professionally printed at the time, and the technician was sure to see.

The first closeup I took of myself naked was with film, outdoors, on top of a large rock outcrop. The feeling was amazing, my cock stiffened immediately under the attention of the lens. At that moment I realized that a lot of the thrill of watching pornos was imagining fucking someone under all those lights and cameras, that the exhibitionism aspect was that much more enhanced. Once my cock and balls got out there under the sun, exposed and scrutinized, knowing that the film technician would get an anonymous glimpse of my sunlit erection, I knew that I wanted more. I craved having my cock the focus of the lens.

My first digital camera was purchased practically with the sole intent of taking lurid closeups of my dick. I wanted to document every stage of erectness, every shape, size and character that my cock is capable of. But for years I couldn't even get a shot of it soft, because every time I reached for the camera to take a picture of it in that stage, it would bulge up before I could even turn the camera on. To this day I have not gotten a shot of my dick in the most flaccid, shrunken turtle head way it gets, because it always reacts a little bit before I get the picture off. That shot of my smallest state has alluded me like the giant squid alluded science.

Erections are monumental symbols of power, strength and pride, standing tall and firm. They are like pillars of sex, a flesh obelisk of pulsing, throbbing, cum delivering passion. Cock is a pipe organ of pleasure, a heat seeking missile designed to fuck. The shape is purely penetrative, intended to deliver the payload as effectively as possible.

A cock wants to feel its head pushing against a wet hole, to feel the rim succumb to its stiff mass, to feel its head part open the entry and slide in. To be gripped on all sides, enveloped in warmth moisture, to be sliding in and out, plunging in balls deep, the smooth friction along the shaft and tickling of the head, this is why a cock exists in this world: to fuck.

Some cocks stick up, some straight out, some straight down, some one side or the other, some curved, some bent. Cocks come in as many shapes, types and sizes as trees, and each one has infinite stages of hard to soft, shriveled to swollen. Individualistic and unique veining, ripples along the shaft, a muscular thickness, aggressive character, and a sinewy, tenacious sexual physique.

The ball sack that accompanies the dick has just as many personality moods, stretching, bending, moving, adjusting. It is the temperature regulator, pulling the nuts in close when cold and letting them out when hot, constantly adapting to microscopic environmental factors.

It wasn't long after I started photographing and filming my own cock that I accepted the urge to see other guys cocks. Just to compare, I told myself at first, but soon I was collecting favorite cock shots off the internet. This is the first cock pic I ever saved (left), I just had to have this amazing beautiful black snake. Not long after that, having jerked off to my own masturbation videos so many times, I gave in to the urge to watch another guy jerk off, and I bought a gay masturbation video. Soon after that I bought my first gay prono.

It has all been a progression of acceptance, becoming self aware, and brave enough to admit that I love cock. And to not judge myself for that, but to embrace it, own it, love it, and act upon it.

Cumming On Stuff

This post is for all of you bi guys out there, apologies to my gay friends, here's other posts for your pleasure.



I love to cum on things. Just seeing all that hot juicy cum splash and splooge all over skin, magazines, panties, leather, or lace - it doesn't matter - it's such a turn on. Sometimes I jerk off onto porno mags, whether they be straight or gay. Watching my cum squirt out and land on the pictures takes me away to a fantasy world, where the person in the photo comes alive in my imagination, helping to visualize my jism peppering their skin.





I love a woman that's not afraid of cum, loves to get it all over her tits and will let me cum onto her back, ass, face or pussy, anywhere I want to see it land. Facials in particular have this wonderful domination/submissive element to them. A chick that can keep a smile through that is truly a cum loving whore, in all the best sense of the word.



And ah yes, to cum on a beautiful cunt. Any chick that ever let me cum right onto her pussy was on the pill, otherwise the fear of getting pregnant was always there, not to mention HIV/AIDS, so usually this was off limits. Getting to do that is a rare treat, especially in non-monogamous relationships. Common sense dictates that you wrap it and trap it, but it sure is fun to unleash all that cum right onto a pussy, if she lets you do it.





I also want to see my cum splattered all over some guy's bare ass. I love porn surfing for gay cumshots. It's just so hot to see that milky jizz all over another guy's abs, balls, ass... whatever, just let me see it pooling up while I'm stroking along, ready to shoot my load onto that creamy mess.



It's such a strong fantasy to see my own cum surge out onto some cute guy's shaved asshole. I'm new to this bisexual thing so I don't really get off on hairy asses or big, gaping, greased, fisted, totally blown out asses. I like a puckered, healthy looking pinkstar. Maybe it's just my relative inexperience with them, as I've rimmed only a few female lovers, but I have to be honest, I've never fucked an ass. Two chicks I have dated were into anal, but they both said I was too big to fit. I dunno, I'm only 6.5 inches, so whatever. Anyway, someday I'm going to get to watch my own cum ejaculating out onto some guy's pretty little ass and I'm going to love every minute of it.

Male Multiple Orgasm

This guy cums a fucking truckload three times, I don't know if I've ever seen anyone cum this much or so many times. How does he do it?



I've cum more than once, but had to get my dick soft and hard again before I could. WTF? Is this guy a freak of nature or has anyone ever seen anything like this before?

Camping Circle Jerk

I went camping with a friend, just to get out of town. We took my four wheel drive truck deep into the mountains and found a remote spot in a grassy mountain meadow to set up camp. We like to party, and by mid afternoon we were a few beers into the conversation, starting to feel a little buzzed.

He started complaining about the women in our town, that they were so hard to approach and if they weren't already taken, they were friggin crazy. I had had similar bad experiences and failures with women in town, so I took a chance. "I know, when the chicks around here are so hard to connect with, I just go after the guys."

He gave me a stunned look and for a second I was worried that I crossed a line, that maybe I offended him. But instead his face flushed beet red with embarrassment. Flustered, he stammered out, "H-have you ever been? ...with a guy?"

"Not really, but I always wanted to kind of check it out." I told the truth.

"Yeah, the more I strike out with women, the more I want to see what it's like to be with a guy, ya know?"

"Yeah, man I do know..." I said, nervous with the segue and the opportunity. "... um, can I see your cock?"

"Never heard a chick say that!" We laughed and he bashfully said, "I dunno... you go first."

I've always been an exhibitionist at heart, so my cock jumped at the chance. I stood up, unbuttoned my shorts, and pulled out my manhood. I was already starting to get hard. It was a nice day so I just took off my shorts and underwear and laid down in the grass. "I prefer to be naked anyway, and my dick likes it too." My hardening tip glistened in the sunlight, my cock vein pulsed with exposure. "Your turn, dude." I winked.

He gave me a look of hesitation, but my smiling nod must have settled his unease, and he took all his clothes off right there standing in front of me. My cock lunged and hardened to granite.

He sat down next to me totally naked. I took off my shirt and we jerked off right there in the beautiful tall grass and sun, both totally naked. With the breeze and sky and the sound of him beating off, watching every stroke, the excitement had literally come to a head and a cannonball of cum came blasting out of my cock and splashed on my chest. I unloaded my orgasm in seven spurts of juicy cum that ran down my abs in streams. He wasn't far behind and took his eyes off my cumming dick, focused intently on his own, beating himself rapidly now. I reached out and cupped his balls and he was instantly sent into a violent burst of release, he moaned and cum bubbled up to his tip and danced out onto his chest in glorious bursts.

When he was drained he looked up at me, and I bashfully looked away half embarrassed, and he said, "chicks got nothing on that."

Stud At Play

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Pussy Has Personality!

I'm definitely not gay, I could never swear off women! To me the vagina is an incredibly fascinating organ. Each one as unique as the individual who owns it. Equally as complex, mysterious and intricate as the woman attached. Pussy is truly an enigma.

I've heard gay men and even some women say that vaginas are ugly. Ugly? I suppose orchids are ugly in their own way too. When we are too uptight or unable to understand, must we find negative words to fashion our descriptions? Dan Savage says pussy looks like a "canned ham dropped from ten feet." If that's true, then a split canned ham is entirely beautiful and inherently fuckable.

Ham imagery aside, pussy comes in as many shapes and sizes as there are species in the world, with as many variations of expressive individuality as the populace. This is why I love shaved snatch so very much: I like to be able to see and explore all the details within each beautiful tuck and fold. It's the same reason florists trim thorns and shade leaves from roses. It's all about the presentation and accentuation of the intrinsic beauty underneath the protective layers.

Some women have thick, meaty lips and clitoral hood, wrinkled and protruding. The lips remain tangled together, crumpled and tucked-in throughout the day, yet become gloriously expressed when aroused, opening like a flower. Large pussy lips are fun to play with, suck and tug on, nibble and lick. They can be easily spread wide during cunnilingus, to get at the inner folds and clitoris for unobstructed munching. Some women have such long lips, they can be tied in a knot, while others talk to their plastic surgeon about "fixing" this "problem" area.



Longer lips can be uncomfortable during sex if not properly lubricated. Many a porn scene has been shot with the director oblivious to dryness and discomfort, her outer lips being gripped and pulled into her hole with each thrust. Imagine trying to act turned on when your cunt's being ripped apart by a rubber saw. Meaty lips must be given adequate attention and priming before penetrative sex to ensure that the rest of the organ is on-board and aroused enough to keep the juices flowing properly.

Pussy lips are the silken curtains marking the entrance to moist delights inside, a temptation beyond description. The warm and snug gripping of my shaft, a muscular and fantastic love tunnel, self-lubricating and intensely satisfying. Pussy is aptly designed for fucking, the cock merely an evolutionary byproduct of vaginal pleasure, erected to serve at the delights of the queen goddess.

When I'm hard and inches from a pussy, my erectile longing can be as palpable as hunger, as if my cock had radar, fully cognizant of the blissful plunge into moistened pleasure that is merely a thrust away. Within naked proximity, the cock wants nothing more than to perform its sacred duty: inject a steamy cumload deep within. Cocks know what their purpose in life is: piss when soft, cum when hard. Cocks have an almost binary, far more simplified sexual repertoire than pussy, which desires a far greater range of delicacies, and is hard-wired to countless erogenous zones that span the female body.


Not to be outdone by large lips, and every shape and size in between, slender pussy lips are also incredibly beautiful floral arrangements. Barely tucked away and hidden within, peeking out from between the outer walls like a tiny mountain ridge of flesh. They are a joy to eat, sublime to lick like an ice cream cone, alternating from clit to cunt hole, up and down like a commuter train on skin rails. I love to French kiss and tongue tickle smaller pussy lips. They yield easily when fucked, having less surface area than large lips, making more efficient use of the natural lubricating juices. They're probably less uncomfortable getting fucked when dry, but gentlemen please, be careful! I once had a lover who's svelte little lips had literally been torn by an overeager, dick-stupid boyfriend. Her florette required extra special care and attention, since the tear still gave her pain with any dryness, even so many years later. I could have killed that dumb fuck oaf. Guys, please remember to be kind to pussies, they are powerful yet deceivingly delicate organs, and require service and attention far beyond that of our comparably rudimentary cocks.

Some pussy lips are so subtle, they have hardly any outward appearance at all. I've heard these called hamburger buns, but I don't personally like the term. I can see the resemblance, and I love this kind of pussy, but I prefer descriptions with sexier connotations. Like peach slit. The incredible beauty of this kind of vaginal structure reminds me of the seam of a peach, and when shaved the smoothness is quite similar, being a sweet fuzzy treat, the petite outer lips tucked into the canyon between twin puffy mounds, all the hardware deliciously nestled inside. Yumm.

The vagina is the most beautiful part of a woman's body. The most fascinating and mysterious, most privately held part of all, a wonderfully complex and detailed thing. A lifetime of study could never master the complete understanding and command of such a fantastic and awe inspiring organ. Ladies, your pussies are divinely beautiful, absolutely worthy of worship at the altar. May I please?

Beautiful Cumshots

Cum. What a beautiful thing! Gorgeous gobs of hot man milk pumping up from swollen balls, pulsing a fountain from serpentine cock heads. Thrust, spurt, unload flowing streams of steamy juice, splashing and sticky. Dripping hot rivers that puddle and pool on skin. A thunderous eruption of intense ecstasy, waves of pleasure and passion, draining satisfaction from my balls. I love to cum!

The Allure of Gay Porn

Some straight porn has reacted to criticisms that it’s too phalli-centric, becoming more focused on female arousal, and less about the cock and the all mighty money shot. While I commend the porn industry for catering to more vanilla-sex heterosexual and mainstream couples, I also mourn the loss of some good old cock centered porn.

That's what rules about gay porn: it's all about the cock. Usually with a quick, cursory overview of the rest of the body, and then the camera zeros in on the phallus. Then the cock worship begins. Big beautiful throbbing thick juicy cock. The wonderful fuck machine, cum spurt volcano python god.

Men in orgasm tend to be focused on their cocks, at least in masturbation and porn, where seeing the spurts of cum are as much of the experience as the euphoric feelings. Soon the visual aspect of the ejaculate can become inexorably attached to the orgasm experience itself. While women's sexuality is generally a full-body arousal, a man's sexuality focuses on his cock.

Gay porn satisfies the male urge to have the phallus worshiped. Men sucking and fucking, jerking off on each other, mixing cum on flawless abs. Men have cocks and therefore understand the organ better than most women. To their credit, there are some truly talented cock-worshiping women out there, and the best female lovers I have ever had have understood this cock-centric principle.

I do hope my first gay encounter is with a talented cock sucker. The last five or ten women I've been with have had limited, timid cock sucking skills. Good cock suckers seem so rare in the heterosexual world, I kind of have high expectations for my first gay lover. He better suck a mean cock, have amazing deep throat skills, or I might as well be with a woman.

Shaving My Cock and Balls

I shave my cock and balls with greater care and frequency than I shave my face. Shows where the focus of attention in my life is, I guess.

Anyway, I just shaved up my package and thought I'd post how I do it, what techniques I have discovered over the years to achieve quick, safe, accurate results.

I've shaved on the toilet, in bed, outside in a lawn chair, in the shower, on the couch, with or without soap, shave cream, or lotion, using disposable razors, electric shavers, beard clippers, personal trimmers, and Nair. Some methods work better than others, some not at all.

This time I straddled over the tub, a good way to go if you don't want to take a full-on shower.

The ball sack is best shaved when retracted, scrunched close to the body, so I start out by getting my entire groin area under extreme-shrinkage conditions. Cold water run over the area, or splashed, helps get the skin tight and ready for shaving. The penis shrinks into the body, staying out of the way of the sharp blades. Lather up well, and then run the razor under the hottest water you can. This will prepare the blades for less friction on the skin.

I use a Gillette vibrating Venus3 razor. The razor cartridges for the Venus brand, which are for women, have a protective plastic molding around the blades. This really helps navigate the curves and bumps of the male penile-scrotal region. The micro vibrations work wonders to help the blades glide over the skin, and really does work well.

I usually start with the sides, then under the balls. Shaving still excites me, and my dick always responds to the attention it's getting, so I try to get to the top and sides of my cock, where it meets my balls, before I start to get hard. Once I'm hard I can still shave my balls, but I keep the razor away from my dick while it's hard, just as a rule.

Once I'm done with my balls, using minimal strokes so as not to irritate the skin, I do a quick rinse and towel dry. It's hard to get everything, so once I'm dry, I might touch up a bit with an electric razor. I've used Braun and Remington foil shavers which work well. Again minimal passes with the shaver. Foil and blades must be new and sharp, dull blades chafe the skin.

A good shave job may last me a few days, but best results are maintained for me with the electric razor with daily maintenance. I only use the razor when I've gotten a little shaggy down there, but for a 5 o'clock shadow, the foil shaver is the way to go.

My Favorite Cock Ring

This is a picture of me modeling my favorite homemade cock ring. It's more like a spiked cock cage, but I made it myself, and it's a joy to wear. The chains don't pinch, and the spikes add an S&M flair.

The chains and spikes snap off of a typical leather-band cock ring, which can be used for other snap-on components. I can add and remove rings and other accessories for a truly customizable experience. The leather band is adjustable with the snaps for a tight or loose fit, depending on my mood.

The spiked band at the base is just tight enough to keep my erection full, while the chains cradle my balls. The feeling is intense, one of being snugged, squeezed and firmly held by the cold chains. The extra pressure makes for some really strong hard-ons, a thrilling and wonderful sensation. The look and feel, the lifting effect, and protruding of my whole package gives my cock the proud display that it craves.

Beautiful Cocks

I wouldn't kick these cocks out of bed! These are some truly aesthetic specimens. Groomed just how I like, and proportionally beautiful. I think Mrs. Candy would certainly approve! These chiseled meat sticks are more like works of art than what any man could possibly conceal in his pants. These guys are cock gods.

Cock Rings 101: Metal Rings

How to put on a 2-inch chrome cock ring, for beginners.

1) Start when your cock is totally soft:










2) Pull your balls through the ring one at a time:










3) Then snug the ring up to the base of your balls:










4) Push the ring up while guiding your cock through the gap:










5) Adjust and seat the ring comfortably:










6) Enjoy your lifted and beautified package:










Once you get hard with a metal ring, you pretty much can't take it off until you get soft again. Just be patient and reverse the process pictured above. If you have trouble, soap and water helps lubricate the metal for getting it off. If you can't get the ring off, go to the emergency room. Won't that be fun?

The Perfect Blow Job

Get into it, cup my balls, glance me in the eye, let me fuck your throat. Tease me, but don't let me have too much all at once. Change it up, give me a few examples of your skill, show me what you can do, but keep me guessing, keep me on my toes wondering when you'll drive my cock all the way down your throat again, balls to chin. Never let me take control, you are in charge. Worship my cock, lick my balls, my shaft, my head. Make me fuck your face. When I cum, suck me dry and swallow it all. That's the perfect blow job. Intention, intensity, skill, gusto and sheer mastery of the phallus:

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My Cock Ring Fetish

Confession: I love to build, wear, and photograph my own leather cockrings.

I buy common styles from porn shops and then alter them into custom cockwear.



Sometimes I see how many I can wear all at once.



I love to get my cock all dressed up in one of my leather pieces, pull on stockings, high heels, and my leather fringe CBT belt, and prance around the house with my rock-hard erection sticking out into the hallways and rooms as I strut around.



The sound and feel of the high heels on my concrete floor engorges my cock even more, sometimes turning purple under the tight fit of my cockrings.

Huge Cum Loads: A How To

We've all seen the videos, from porn stars to amateur masturbators, dudes who just unload streams of beautiful hot juicy cum all over the place. How do they do it?! Most of the time when I cum it's a few disappointing spurts, a couple dribbles onto my stomach, or even a dud (drygasm), no cum at all. What the hell?

The first time I clued into what makes my loads bigger, I was videographing for my Cockumentary and setting up the scene for my cum shot. I had done several takes of the scene leading up to the climax, and had been hard and soft a few times already, as the scene called for my cock to grow from soft to hard in one sequence. The anticipation and building up to the final scene had me really horny, and when I finally came it gushed like a fountain, huge loads of cum splashing my chest and neck, one after the other. Suddenly I felt like Peter North!

Another thing that clued me in was a temporary lover I once had. She was giving me a handjob one day, during one of our mutual masturbation sessions, and I had been building up with anticipation again, getting hard and soft for a few hours, while we explored each other, before finally reaching release. My spurts of cum shot all over, and she looked surprised and a little annoyed, as the cum kept flowing, getting it on her fingers and in her hair.

Sensing her discomfort, I apologized to her for making a mess, and she said, "no it's okay - you at least drink enough water so your cum is nice. A lot of guys don't and their cum is like gobs of Jello. I think that's gross."

Hmm, interesting. I had seen those Jello cum globs in porn and on the Net, and just figured everyone's different. Now here was an experienced chick with a viable explanation! And she was clued into the details of the dick - very nice. Most chicks I had been with treated my cock like a mysterious and dangerous weapon, their understanding and compassion for it as contrived and strained as their feigned interest in football or engine repair. She was different. She knew she could get more by giving more.

So now whenever I want to unload huge pools of cum, whether for one of my videos, self-gratification, or impressing a new lover, I drink water all day. When I get excited, I let my balls swell up with cum, then let my erection subside, then make sure to get hard again within half an hour. Keep this up for a few hours, and when I'm finally on the edge, ready to cum, my cock spurts out massive loads of hot, wet, cum into my neck and shoulders, sometimes on my face, and even in my mouth. My orgasm is so much more intense, both with the heightened feeling, and the arousing sight of so much cum erupting from my cock.

Here's a few links to some of my favorite cumshot videos on YouPorn. Sorry about the links, I haven't figured out how to embed video on this blog yet.



Okay I figured out how to do the video thing in a post. See Solo Fellatio for another one of my favorites.

Early Urges

From when I was a kid right on through high school to college, whenever in the locker rooms or showers, I always found it hard not to glance at other guy’s cocks.

At the community pool in my hometown, grown men walked around the locker rooms naked, open showers lined the walls, the room had no privacy and I was always curious of their penises and their thick, dark tufts of pubic hair.

At summer camp, I can remember at age 12 maybe, the whole age group took showers together with the counselors. It was a different time than now, when these things were looked upon as normal. All of the boys had small, hairless cock and balls like me, but there was one kid who had already reached puberty, and his cock hung low to his knees. A little boy with a huge grown man penis!

In college, which is long before I realized I was bi, a guy friend and I used to play racquetball and use the gym and showers afterward. I quickly noticed that I never caught him glancing at my package, but that I glanced casually all the time. Was he just not looking? Or was he catching a glimpse on the sly? Did he notice me glancing? I never said anything about it to him.

I always cop a scope. There’s too much beauty in a cock not to look!