A party, maybe new years, maybe some other time. A big, bright room full of guys, drinking, flirting, making out...the way all the best guys do. Along the walls, guys, hands tied over their heads, gagged and blindfolded, naked, in jocks or in underwear, free for anyone to stroke and touch. Maybe even available to fuck and suck on but never knowing who's touching them.
Now think: Which are you, the ones at the party, or the ones on the wall? Discuss ;-)
Things that happened in between my last post and the one before it.
Dated someone for a bit. Making someone cum in their pants is a skill...not really worth seeking, unless you mean to do it, of course. Sadly I've learned that I really don't do the teaching the innocent thing very well, I suppose.
Had an off and on thing with a local guy who's very into tying people up and was very, very fond of me. Kept trying to play the "I own you" card, which, fine when you're playing but ordering me around has to be earned. And he slipped something in my drink one night. Not amused. He's also the bondage type that really is just all about tying you up into various pretzel like shapes because he can and...well, bondage is fun but I like a bit more edge to that sort of play if I'm going to play at all.
Done a bit of my own edge making, so to speak. I can be very evil when I put my mind to it. I have one friend that I managed to make drive almost an hour to get here just so he be made to suck my cock and beg for more and sent home without even being allowed to cum. That was amusing...
Um... a few hooks up here and there other than that...not much of interest till the one last week. He's at least made me wonder what he was going to do next...good instincts *laugh*
Something terribly amusing about walking past a pair of mormons right after you'd just had your wrists cabled tied behind you while someone was pounding your ass...
Back again for awhile. I keep wondering if I want to keep this journal, sometimes it seems like a good idea and sometimes it doesn't. It's fun to write stories and the like, I must admit, and nice when people enjoy them but it also often seems like a waste of time.
Ah well, I'm just in a weird mood. I was reading a book (non-explicit) S&M bits this afternoon and it was making me lust a bit for such things. Biting and scratching and a tiny bit of spanking have been the extent of rough play that I've done and I've enjoyed them quite a bit (though spanking sort of flips the wrong sort of mental switches to be erotic, so to speak) It's difficutl though to find someone you find attractive that's also able to play these games in a way that you want to. Most of the guys I've met have been so into what floated their boats that I always felt vaguely unsatisfied.
Well, there is one friend but he's worried about losing control if we play that sort of game and hurting me more than I want so we dance around the subject, both kind of wanting to but both being scared for different reasons.
I'd almost forgotten I had this journal. Truth be told not a lot has been happening worth posting about, I've been depressingly well behaved of late except with one friend that I've played with off and on for ages.
Admittedly the night last week where we were watching tv on my couch with my roommates out and he just unzipped and shoved my head down into his crotch wasn't exactly not hot. He's got a very nice cock for suck, just big enough to be a challenge and to really get a mouthful. Blond and blue eyed, built with at least eight thick inches and loves to get his cock sucked and I love to suck it when he'll give me the chance though he likes to play control games so that's not as often as I'd like (probably only about 5-6 times a year all told...of course if he can get me to do it somewhere he knows I'm afraid we'll get caught he's for more likely to whip it out!)
Anyway, the roommates were out last week and he was over for dinner and to watch stuff and was only there for about half an hour before my lips were wrapped around his cock, working it hungrily...he loves to treat me like a cock slut and make my eyes water if he can and he was in fine form that night...
*dusts this thing off* You know when you start wanting to write grumpy e-mails correcting the grammar on craigslists posts that you're probably not in the mood to find cock :-P
I've been bad about updating lately, I claim the excuse of a busy life.
Not much time tonight but I did have to comment that only I, after returning from a bar drunk and sitting down to check my e-mail would think, "Why is this chair uncomfortable...oh right, I'm sitting back against my cuffs."
I was going to tell one story here, though it's more of a fantasy rather than a full fledged this happened to me story but then I decided against it because if I actually do ever meet more of you than I have already in rl, I would be so in trouble it would even be funny. So you get another story instead, even if I'm currently teasing the person that got my mind into the gutter...sadly he's been unavailable for the entire time I've known him.
Someone who isn't unavailable though is one of my friends B. I don't see him as often as I like, since mostly all we have in common is our liking for Buffy the Vampire slayer and the fact that he likes making me pant and beg to suck his cock. :-P Granted it's not easy to get me to do that sort of thing, as much as I love to suck cock and I like the theory of being submissive, usually I can't be compelled to grovel but he's a very accomplished tease and he can do so online...it's much easier to get me to whine and beg if you do it online first and then try it in rl when I've already gotten an impression of you being dominant (forgive me, btw, if this is a bit less coherent than usual. After having half a pitcher of margueritas I can't absolutely guarantee that I'm entirely coherent!)
Anyway, this particular story took place about a month after christmas. You see, B likes to present himself, at least online, as a total butch guy...not very smart and very forceful and sort of dom. Which he can be, actually, he's one of the few people that I've met that actually can authentically flip the switch for me and turn me into a whimpering, begging cock maniac. Though I think this is the first time he really proved it.
But back to the story, I happen to know aside from the fact that he plays this character online he tends to bake and like to cook in real life, a fact that I almost never fail to bring up when he's getting a bit too dominant for his leathers. In fact I usually tease him by asking if he was wearing his lacy pink apron when he baked them.
So, my being the occasionally evil minded type that I am...I ran into a site that actually sold lacy pink aprons and....it was just too tempting to not do. So this particular time he'd come over to watch Angel since he doesn't collect it and knowing damn well I was asking for trouble I gave him this present.
He was amused when he opened it though I could tell by the look in his eyes that I was in trouble later...and boy was I ever!
This happened many, many nights and usually led to both of us tossing and turning with raging hardons afraid to do anything about it...him, I can only assume because he was straight and me because I was shy as all hell...and only lusting mostly over him as a male rather than someone that was a typical whack off fantasy.
I did finally get brave enough to turn the talk about sex and guys and how common it was that people would have at least one homosexual experience in their life. The talk got bounced about a bit till I finally admitted that I thought I was at least bi and that it might be interesting to jerk off with another guy or even swap bjs. He got kind of uncomfortable then and we went to bed, leaving me to stare up at the ceiling with a hard on that wouldn't quit and my heart racing that I'd even dared to say as much as I had.
We lay there for what seemed like an eternity though was probably only a few minutes before his voice came out of the darkness.
"You still awake?" he said quietly,
"Yeah?" I said, my mouth suddenly gone dry.
"W-what we talked about, do you still want to." He said, his voice shaking a bit.
Sad to say, despite not really being all that into him (and he wasn't exactly ugly btw, in not bad shape...just geeky and not as pretty as I went for then) I dove across the bed and had my hand on the front of his shorts before I even thought about it, fumbling for the button on them since it was still pitch black. His cock was so hot in my hand, even through the fabric and it seemed like my entire body was shaking as we finally got his shorts open and down around his thighs.
It occurs to me now I didn't even know if he meant the jerking off thing or the blowjob since as soon as I had his naked cock in my hand, my mouth soon followed. I wasn't sure what to suspect as my lips slid over the tip of his cock, if it was going to taste bad or what but I couldn't wait to find out.
A gasp was the only thing I heard as the head of his cock slipped into my warm mouth. My tongue slowly explored the smooth skin, flicking over his piss slit as my hand moved down to lightly run over his balls. The taste was just a bit salty but otherwise wasn't much different than sucking on a finger so I slowly slid down the shaft, my tongue slowly moving over every inch as I sucked gently, shivering more at the thought of what I was doing. He humped his hips up, making me back up as he banged into the back of my throat and then slowly worked my way lower, being to bob back and forth slowly like I'd seen people do in the soft core porn my parents had lying around.
Being we were both young it was only about ten minutes of my completely unpracticed blowjob before his cock began to swell against my tongue. Not knowing the warning symptoms I continued to do my best to work over the firm shaft that was sliding between my lips when his cock swelled even more, shooting sever spurts of bitter cum into my throat as I choked a bit and pulled back in surprise. It was over sooner than I expected and I swallowed quickly to get the stuff out of my mouth, the thought of spitting it out never even crossing my mind as I lay there on my belly, his cock still between my lips.
A minute or two after he finished he said nervously, "Er...I think that's all" and I slipped my lips from his cock, not entirely by choice and went back to my side of the bed.
And that, my dears, was the first time I sucked cock...no suprirse I kind of got a thing for it, I suppose.
I'm going to leave the other story on hold for the moment, though I do intend to get back to it. It's sort of a hard one to write just because there's only so much happening from the point of view of someone tied up and blindfolded *grin* And it's a good story so I don't want to have it not come out well.
Anyway, because my throught processes were a bit derailed with that one I thought I'd go back to the very beginning to the first time I had sex...well, sort of anyway.
I was a fairly early starter, I suppose. I was horny pretty much all the time by the time I was twelve. I did the usual thing of stealing my dad's dirty magazines and hiding them away. My dad was (and may still be, it really doesn't pay to know these things about your parents) a fairly widespread porn collector of the magazine variety, he had the usual playboys but also things like penthouse, the occasional hustler and even more importantly to my sexual developement, penthouse forums.
That last may be why even now a days a well written bit of porn gets me going far more than a movie or picture.
At this time I still thought I liked girls...the sheer excitement of haing pictures of naked people was enough to keep me hard. Of course when you're going through puberty the thought of math tests can even sometimes get you hard. But what really got me going was the stories rather than the pictures. You got into the heads of the people and could tell what turned them on and afterwards it would go through your head over and over putting you in their place.
Now penthouse forum, at the time anyway, was an interesting magazine because it had sections with themes. I have no idea if it still does, it's been many, many years since I would have seen a copy. Oddly enough for a straight magazine though it even had section of gay porn. Being the voracious reader at the best of times I read the magazine from cover to cover, including the stories that were gay. My family had never really had any issues with gay people so I didn't exactly have the horror other boys might have had reading such stories, in fact, well...they got me a LOT harder than any of the other stories.
I still remember the first one I read. It was about two guys, drunk off their asses. Straight guys. They got into a drunken wrestling match and grabbed each other's crotches, intending to end the fight in what one would assume was intended to be a fight ending move but in the drunkness of the evening ended up being more of a grope and ended in a 69 situation (I highly doubt this is a usual occurence between straight friends now a days...now if one were secretly gay or bi...)
But anyway, I digress. The stories in the gay section got me hot. At this point I had a crush on one of my friends though I didn't exactly think that's what it was at that point, I just knew he was awful fun to be around. Anyway, so I went merrily on my way, whacking off sometimes as much as six or seven times a day, now mostly stealing the penthouse magazines that had girl/guy scenes or the playboys with underwear ads in them. Somewhere along the line I decided I was bi, that being the easier option to acccept when I realized how much I liked looking at guys.
By the time I was a sophmore in high school I'd completely given on the bi and accepted the gay, as it were. I'd had numerous crushes on guys and had done my best to get the ones around me naked when I could though those plans had mostly failed. I had one friend that would come over and spend the night fairly often and we'd play computer games and the like but he didn't really flip my switches all that much, being rather socially malajusted (he was the only person I have ever regularly hung up on in exasperation)
So he wasn't exactly hot but he was there and as teenage boys are prone to doing we'd talk about sex and pull out my dirty magazines and such. *posting because this is getting long, continued next post*
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