Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Ass Wednesday

Ass WednesdayFucking My Next Door Buddie's Ass

I recently subscribed to Next Door Buddies and got a shit load of other sights with my membership. All of the guys that have featured sites are supposedly "straight" with the exception of Mason Wyler. Although I personally love straight guys and seem to have an attraction to them, the whole "Gay for Pay" thing has me baffled. Why can't I find one of these guys? And why are they getting more action than most gay guys, myself included? Marcus Mojo, said in an early interview that he would be going into only solo and straight scenes and then lo and behold he shows up with his own site with only guys. Is the money that good? Enough.
I have a few favorites; Samuel O'Toole is hot and I can't wait to see that ass get tapped. Trystan Bull is adorable, but won't kiss or suck dick. Let's see how long that lasts. Cody Cummings has been pushing his limits lately with a butt plug and he did kiss Rod Daily. Marcus Mojo reminds me of my favorite Hobbit, Elijah Wood. I love his eyes and the sounds he makes when he's getting fucked. I included a few of my favorite random hotties from the sites, Rusty Stevens, Brandon Lewis and my future boyfriend, Parker London.

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

Pubescent:1. Adjective. (of animals especially human beings) having arrived at the onset of puberty (the age at which sex glands become functional) but not yet fully mature. "The budding breasts of a pubescent girl and the downy chin of pubescent boy"

That hardly describes it. I hit puberty hard. I mean like a brick wall. I would wake up in the middle of the night with a hard on that ached because it stretched my cock so tight. I woke in the middle of a wet dream one night and decided I had to make that feeling come back no matter what. No one had told me these things would happen to my body. No one had explained any of the facts of life. I picked up a few things from my friends, but when I was twelve we moved to Santa Barbara and I didn't have any close friends for about two years because I changed Junior Highs after my first year there.
I started jacking off with the vacuum cleaner hose. It was the closest thing to a pussy that I could find. Then I discovered that my hand was a lot softer and worked a hell of a lot better than a plastic hose. I remember the first orgasm. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever felt. I was dumbstruck with awe at the power I had discovered in my body. I would wake in the middle of night, horny, hard and craving release. While the rest of the family slept, I would get out of bed and walk into the back yard naked, erect and lie down in the ice plant that was wet with dew. I would hump the ground and stroke my cock wanting something, but not able to name what it was. Yearning, aching, arching, seeking, stretching, stroking, thrusting, cumming. I would lie there staring at the stars wondering where this would all lead and what would happen to me if I kept up my midnight perversions.

Oh Channing!
This is a reposting of a previous post that I didn't want to completely delete, but has been phished by some asshole. Hopefully I will stop getting his damn spam now.
I adore the male form. I especially adore the male form in action and nothing gets me more excited in my soul (and loins) than watching a group of male dancers in movement. Towards the end of this post are photos of the Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake, featuring male dancer, Adam Cooper. Adam was the actor and dancer at the end of Billy Elliot, (one my favorite films) who is Billy all grown up. I loved this production and have watched it several times. When I was around seven years old my mother took my sister to ballet classes. She was fourteen months younger than me and my mother would drop me off with her. I would sit off to the side, watching as my sister received dance instructions. I longed to be up there with her. When we got home my parents would want a demonstration of what my sister had learned in ballet and she would attmpt to show them. I remember jumping up when she made a wrong move, showing her how it was done. My parents didn't get it. Or at least they refused to even consider that path for me. I later took many dance classes and danced in several musicals. I was lead bottle dancer in Fiddler on the Roof and we never broke a single bottle in performance; we broke several in rehearsal though. I watch all the dance shows on television. I always wonder how different my life would have been if my parents had actually encouraged my actual talents. There are also pictures of one of my earliest dance crushes, Mikael Barishnikov.