Two of my favorite subjects
in the same aisle
Wednesday
Sunday
HOLIDAY BLACK MUSCLE WORSHIP
He checked his list and he checked it twice - but didn't yet have a pic of me so that's all right - here is Kezo's picks of black Santas:
www.twitter.com/kebr23
Thursday
Saturday
Tuesday
When my cock ring broke
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It's made by TitanMen so I expected it to be mighty dependable but mid way through dancing I reached down to straighten up the greenbacks (tips!!) and realized my brand new cock ring was kaput. Brand new as in purchased less than a half hour before!
In short order I bounced back to the booth outside (in my thong, no less), explained what just happened and, thankfully, they were cool about giving me another one free of charge and drama. I like wearing the Tool cock ring because of its thickness and snug fit...but I won't be sporting it again when dancing. Apparently Tool can handle just so much stud gyrations.
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It's made by TitanMen so I expected it to be mighty dependable but mid way through dancing I reached down to straighten up the greenbacks (tips!!) and realized my brand new cock ring was kaput. Brand new as in purchased less than a half hour before!
In short order I bounced back to the booth outside (in my thong, no less), explained what just happened and, thankfully, they were cool about giving me another one free of charge and drama. I like wearing the Tool cock ring because of its thickness and snug fit...but I won't be sporting it again when dancing. Apparently Tool can handle just so much stud gyrations.
the Tool my dick broke (left) and its free replacement (right)
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Monday
I like 9x6
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I was given a free sample of Michael Brandon's lube product called 9x6. I tried it a few days ago to rub out a nice quick one. It really feels good -- the lube, that is (not just the jackoff). I find 9x6's texture is silky, clean and long-lasting. It doesn't go filmy and sticky cold (at least not during personal use!)
Then I fucked with it last weekend. Since I wore a condom I can't recall the lube's glide appeal. But maybe the ass I was in noticed its lubricious qualities.
As long as sex lubricants do their jobs, then I'm content but 9x6 is the first one since Boy Butter I actually like like. I can say this: it feels better than the Wet stuff. Around the same time I got this sample I was turning over in my hand a bottle of Str8cam lube which advertises as looking and feeling just like cum. I tried to imagine that.... Personally I don't dig the thought of masturbating with pre-cum (and certainly not playing in it afterwards). But if you've a fetish for spunk like the piggies at Fort Troff, then you'll probably go out and lab up a bottle of the lube cum cum.
I was given a free sample of Michael Brandon's lube product called 9x6. I tried it a few days ago to rub out a nice quick one. It really feels good -- the lube, that is (not just the jackoff). I find 9x6's texture is silky, clean and long-lasting. It doesn't go filmy and sticky cold (at least not during personal use!)
Then I fucked with it last weekend. Since I wore a condom I can't recall the lube's glide appeal. But maybe the ass I was in noticed its lubricious qualities.
As long as sex lubricants do their jobs, then I'm content but 9x6 is the first one since Boy Butter I actually like like. I can say this: it feels better than the Wet stuff. Around the same time I got this sample I was turning over in my hand a bottle of Str8cam lube which advertises as looking and feeling just like cum. I tried to imagine that.... Personally I don't dig the thought of masturbating with pre-cum (and certainly not playing in it afterwards). But if you've a fetish for spunk like the piggies at Fort Troff, then you'll probably go out and lab up a bottle of the lube cum cum.
Friday
Ashley Lawrence - wish list
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This is fine and sexy but I want to see those titties bouncing from pounding! By see I mean I wish to pound those nice big fake tits
Ashley Lawrence worship from fdvogel on TnaFlix.
This is fine and sexy but I want to see those titties bouncing from pounding! By see I mean I wish to pound those nice big fake tits
Ashley Lawrence worship from fdvogel on TnaFlix.
Blue Blake on making porn (then & now) :: EDGE San Francisco
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I ran into Blue Blake a couple of years ago while running down to the beach in Puerto Vallarta. I live there half the year and he was vacationing the spot and staying in the ghetto Blue Chairs Resort. It was nearly this exact time too because we ran into each other again days later on Halloween (I was dressed as a gladiator. He wasn't dressed as anything).
I ran into Blue Blake a couple of years ago while running down to the beach in Puerto Vallarta. I live there half the year and he was vacationing the spot and staying in the ghetto Blue Chairs Resort. It was nearly this exact time too because we ran into each other again days later on Halloween (I was dressed as a gladiator. He wasn't dressed as anything).
Blue Blake on making porn (then & now) :: EDGE San FranciscoBlake was very pleasant and funny to chat up. My personal impression is that he really is the ever-smiling person you come across in print and video. Above is an interview he did with "Edge". I find his honest answers amusing in their sincerity...he doesn't come off as trying to be the typical witty homo. And he's spot-on: Jake Cruise needs to go back in the crypt!
Monday
Sunday
Monday
Bruno gang-bang?
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Been to Germany and Austria several times and, Danke-Gott (thank you Jesus), I ain't never seen this!! (Hmmm this will be the theme for Chi Chi LaRue's next racist video....)
Been to Germany and Austria several times and, Danke-Gott (thank you Jesus), I ain't never seen this!! (Hmmm this will be the theme for Chi Chi LaRue's next racist video....)
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| I know more than a few Sauerkrauts who would just looooove to get inside those purple and white lederhosens. Booyah! |
Friday
Qaddafi I hardly knew ye
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This pimp motherfucker is done for...See how shitty and helpless and dirty he looked at the end? Damn. Sucks to be his son(s) right now.
This pimp motherfucker is done for...See how shitty and helpless and dirty he looked at the end? Damn. Sucks to be his son(s) right now.
Wednesday
Thursday
Norcalbodz = nothing but shit
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Norcalbodz.com has a souped up snazzy website with loads of clickable links and hot ass male model photography. But, as the caution goes, all that glitters ain't gold. Got back some emails from 'Gary' in Sacramento that didn't quite jive so I contacted a photographer friend in Northern California to ask if he (or any of the models he's met) could fill me in on Norcalbodz.com.
Photographer friend emailed his model friend and got back to me with this model's caveat: DON'T BELIEVE THE HYPE.
After several days I finally got around to writing the oh so professional, top-notch Sacramento scam-esque company (Gary actually tries to get the model to believe that by not paying you he is actually helping your career. Oh? If I bought that load of shit, then mark me down for a subprime timeshare of the Brooklyn Bridge). Here is my farewell to Norcalbodz (emoticon included):
Norcalbodz.com has a souped up snazzy website with loads of clickable links and hot ass male model photography. But, as the caution goes, all that glitters ain't gold. Got back some emails from 'Gary' in Sacramento that didn't quite jive so I contacted a photographer friend in Northern California to ask if he (or any of the models he's met) could fill me in on Norcalbodz.com.
Photographer friend emailed his model friend and got back to me with this model's caveat: DON'T BELIEVE THE HYPE.
After several days I finally got around to writing the oh so professional, top-notch Sacramento scam-esque company (Gary actually tries to get the model to believe that by not paying you he is actually helping your career. Oh? If I bought that load of shit, then mark me down for a subprime timeshare of the Brooklyn Bridge). Here is my farewell to Norcalbodz (emoticon included):
Since I need no promisesof moon & starsremove me from your mailing listand kiss my black arse
Monday
Tuesday
Sunday
U.S. Directory is BOGUS SHIT telemarketing scam
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You're gonna love this. After I paid for an ad on over-priced Men4rentnow I get an early morning call from some company billing itself as US Directory. She called me by my profile name - which was a totally made up one - so I thought it was a $$ call either in relation to M4RN or one of the model castings I applied to. Didn't take long to detect her accent (something islandy or Asiany) or realize she was reading a script...kept repeating I would be listed as a "lee-gita-mint business, ok?" "lee-gita-mint service provider. ok?" Then she asked for money. Oh?
Emailed M4RN about this affiliation and they emailed back, Negative. Whew, so I dodged that scam. From then on I ignored all 800/866 incoming calls.
"What, you don't want to be a slut anymore?"
No more parsing of words with legitimate service providers and other asinine euphemisms, I see.
"That's right," I answer undaunted. "There's no money in it. No money! Have to find a job...another line of work."
"But--"
"Sorry but I won't be needing this listing or any other. I'm quitting this."
"You know what, Troy?"
"What?"
"You're a goddamn --"
CLICK.
Hung up on her ass and laughed my ass off! Homegirl was hot piiiiiiissed at not getting my money. Hahahahaha.
You're gonna love this. After I paid for an ad on over-priced Men4rentnow I get an early morning call from some company billing itself as US Directory. She called me by my profile name - which was a totally made up one - so I thought it was a $$ call either in relation to M4RN or one of the model castings I applied to. Didn't take long to detect her accent (something islandy or Asiany) or realize she was reading a script...kept repeating I would be listed as a "lee-gita-mint business, ok?" "lee-gita-mint service provider. ok?" Then she asked for money. Oh?
Emailed M4RN about this affiliation and they emailed back, Negative. Whew, so I dodged that scam. From then on I ignored all 800/866 incoming calls.
you don't want to be a slut anymore?Days later I see 1-888-217-5736 on the caller I.D. I answer it, hoping it would be about the pre-paid debit card I bought (btw, AVOID netSPEND debit cards!) Nope, it's not netSpend. It's Selena "Lee-gita-mint" Fuentes again. I wasn't going to stay on the line 10 minutes like before...was going to nip this one in the bud. Naturally she wouldn't accept no for an answer. Hey, I understand telemarketing is a shitty job so I try not to be rude. I tell her a listing is useless because I'm finish with this line of work and won't be using any more ads. Then homegirl goes:
"What, you don't want to be a slut anymore?"
No more parsing of words with legitimate service providers and other asinine euphemisms, I see.
"That's right," I answer undaunted. "There's no money in it. No money! Have to find a job...another line of work."
"But--"
"Sorry but I won't be needing this listing or any other. I'm quitting this."
"You know what, Troy?"
"What?"
"You're a goddamn --"
CLICK.
Hung up on her ass and laughed my ass off! Homegirl was hot piiiiiiissed at not getting my money. Hahahahaha.
Here is the email she got around to sending me:
Greetings!
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The PREFERRED LISTING PACKAGE gives you :
* FEATURED PREMIUM PLACEMENT in our directory, prioritizing and highlighting your business with a yellow color, for the business to stand out. Also this will ensure that you will be seen in the first page of the search results and you'll be placed ahead and on top of all of your local competitors.
* MAXIMUM EXPOSURE ONLINE.
We will be entitling you to have 6 SPECIFIC MAJOR CATEGORIES ( rather than just one ) and UNLIMITED KEYWORD. So there would be no chance for you to be missed out by this clients looking for your type of business.
We will be entitling you to have 6 SPECIFIC MAJOR CATEGORIES ( rather than just one ) and UNLIMITED KEYWORD. So there would be no chance for you to be missed out by this clients looking for your type of business.
* LISTINGS IN TOP SEARCH ENGINES and DIRECTORIES.
Your business appears in AOL®, MSN®, Google™ Local and Yahoo!® Local listings, top directories like
SuperPages®, Citisearch®, Local.com and Switchboard®, search results from Google and Yahoo! ad campaigns, and
additional partner sites.
Your business appears in AOL®, MSN®, Google™ Local and Yahoo!® Local listings, top directories like
SuperPages®, Citisearch®, Local.com and Switchboard®, search results from Google and Yahoo! ad campaigns, and
additional partner sites.
* 5 PAGE FULLY CUZTOMIZABLE WEBSITE.
Don't have a website? No problem. We'll help you create a website that's designed to
convert leads into customers at no extra cost....
Don't have a website? No problem. We'll help you create a website that's designed to
convert leads into customers at no extra cost....
The Preferred listing package is only $5 per mos. and only $0.25 per reference
US directory alone receives over HALF A MILLION impressions on activated sponsored listings every month.
Here's the link to our secured website, go to http://www.usdirectory.com/ |
| Selena Fuentes is one pissed-off bitch |
Friday
My missive to a flake
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Below is an actual email sent to the inconsiderate gentleman in San Diego who spoke out of both sides of his mouth. Enjoy:
Now that I am back on my feet you need to know what a complete waste it was for me coming down to SD. A waste of my time and precious little money. I need you to know that you reneged on one offer after another...offers which were my only compelling reasons for even considering S.D. which I have always found to be a boring city attractive only to sailors on leave, drug smugglers and border-hopping Mexicans. You invited me to visit S.D. and begrudgingly morseled out hospitality; you don't invite people to come see you just for the heck of it and then not put up something in the way of accommodation (even if the visitor is black, which, as a proud homosexual, I'm sure, like all proud homosexuals, you have nothing against). You did say I could stay at your home whilst getting acquainted with the city - but board was my responsibility - then you dropped the bomb on me in the car: "Well...you can stay the night tonight but tomorrow you're on your own." That's when I became 100% convinced you were full of shit. You did say that you would pay for the train ticket down (from LA) then reneged on that. You did say Diversionary Theatre wasn't "all about" gay but like all things homosexual it is only about all things homosexual even to the point of producing a normal work revamped with - ta-daaaa! - queer characters. I am not a queer nor am I a queer writer (this I clarified upfront long ago). And as concerns gay pornography in S.D. there ain't much - certainly not "lots of" - and what there is is so lily white the companies only venture brown enough to use a token Hispanic or, wow, "a" black model every few years. I know the porn scene which is why when your contact's name failed to ring a bell I knew it wasn't worth putting in stock; But I was so, so hoping to be proved wrong because I need(ed) work; which, bringing us full circle, meant I certainly did not have the money to spend for the experience of shaking your hand and sleeping a night in S.D. That round-trip cost me $72 out of my last $100 so thank you very little and fuck you very much. Meeting you rounded out a whole week of flakes for me.
I hate when people waste my time AND money. Whatever medication you are on, D---, cut the dosages because it impairs your decision-making and memory. And if your friend/partner/soul mate has such the problem with black people or escorts, then maybe you need to get a new friend. I am not a robber nor do I rob.
That concludes this missive. If it makes you feel better to write back, do so but, fyi, it won't even reach my mailbox.
ciao,
sexy, resilient, resourceful, talented and too-proud-to-beg Troy
I hate when people waste my time AND money. Whatever medication you are on, D---, cut the dosages because it impairs your decision-making and memory. And if your friend/partner/soul mate has such the problem with black people or escorts, then maybe you need to get a new friend. I am not a robber nor do I rob.
That concludes this missive. If it makes you feel better to write back, do so but, fyi, it won't even reach my mailbox.
ciao,
sexy, resilient, resourceful, talented and too-proud-to-beg Troy
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| a brand new day |
Wednesday
Larissa Riquelme - wish list
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She is definitely one of the most lusciously beautiful women on the face of this green earth. I first saw Larissa Riquelme in Playboy and, fuck, this woman is hardcore sexy, hot, and - goddamn!- the bomb!
She is definitely one of the most lusciously beautiful women on the face of this green earth. I first saw Larissa Riquelme in Playboy and, fuck, this woman is hardcore sexy, hot, and - goddamn!- the bomb!
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| Lucky ass cell phone |
Friday
Corbin Fisher is a fag douchebag
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Corbin Fisher sounds like a real piece of shit for suing former model, Jake Lyons, for promoting himself as an escort. I've read of some companies who have this concept of marketing 'young wholesome, innocent sex'...the sex that occurs whilst changing in the locker room after the game or after a ride through the woods or while waiting for the girlfriend to come back from the store. As a video theme it's okay; as a reality check it's DELUSIONAL. But so much about the homosexual community/movement is based on and perpetuates illusions and delusions.
I already can't stand Corbin Fisher for it's lily whiteness - ditto Sean Cody - (the models look like clones!) but to be so creepy and small as to sue a gay - or gay-for-pay - porn actor for advertising on a male escort site is shit. I've read other unflattering stories about the drama queens that run Corbin Fisher. Why would dudes still even opt to work for them?! How quickly these old fags forget. I guess getting rich accelerates amnesia. I say, let Corbin Fisher show Corbin Fisher. It just might work. He can look to other lily white uglies Jake Cruise and Drake Rock for inspiration. YUK!
Corbin Fisher sounds like a real piece of shit for suing former model, Jake Lyons, for promoting himself as an escort. I've read of some companies who have this concept of marketing 'young wholesome, innocent sex'...the sex that occurs whilst changing in the locker room after the game or after a ride through the woods or while waiting for the girlfriend to come back from the store. As a video theme it's okay; as a reality check it's DELUSIONAL. But so much about the homosexual community/movement is based on and perpetuates illusions and delusions.
- there is nothing wholesome or innocent about porn
- there is nothing natural about having a camera during sex and certainly not when a third party is holding the camera and calling out directions!
- there are no conflict of interests betwixt porn and escorting...at least not in this universe
- porn companies make bank off of models so models should be able to promote themselves from their works
- pimping oneself is more honest and profitable anyway than working for someone's porn company -- especially when that company is Corbin Fisher
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| nice hirsute armpit! |
I already can't stand Corbin Fisher for it's lily whiteness - ditto Sean Cody - (the models look like clones!) but to be so creepy and small as to sue a gay - or gay-for-pay - porn actor for advertising on a male escort site is shit. I've read other unflattering stories about the drama queens that run Corbin Fisher. Why would dudes still even opt to work for them?! How quickly these old fags forget. I guess getting rich accelerates amnesia. I say, let Corbin Fisher show Corbin Fisher. It just might work. He can look to other lily white uglies Jake Cruise and Drake Rock for inspiration. YUK!
Wednesday
Have sex with me on camera? Probably not.
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I'd love to do my own thing with a website and videos but, believe it or not it ain't easy: I can't get anyone to have sex with me on camera. Lots of answers to my ads and profiles...lots of dudes want me to fuck them...lots of 'em say they want to be in a porno but guess what: that's just cyber talk. Everybody is big and adventurous in virtual la-la-land.
I can't get anyone to have sex with me on camera
I pop over to xtubes.com and check out the amateur stuff and see the 'regular' people-next-door making public their peccadilloes.
So...what gives, yo?!
My week of goddamn flakes
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It began last week when the Chinese Canuck who sent me multiple requests daily for arranging a couple live-sex shows while he was visiting LA this week only to be repaid with the yellow motherflaker going cold and never booking me.
LESSON: Never, never, never, never go out of my way to accommodate before payment.
This disappointment was succeeded by a brotha I'd been in touch with on adam4adam about crashing at his place for a night before setting off for San Diego. Through messages, text messages, and phone calls we agreed that I would be cool to sleep over and that I'd leave when he left in the morning. He spoke with a Jamaican/Creole/African accent but I didn't hold that against him. Then with mere minutes to go - the last minute! - homeboy texts "I prayed about this situation...I don't feel good so" fuck me I was left holding the bag. Can you believe this Caribe God freak motherflaker! I asked the coconut nigga what his God had to say about sodomites? That'll give him something to pray on. He text'd back but I promptly deleted the bullshit on sight unread. To Hell with him and his praying.
LESSON: Don't count on a cheap ass gay nigga for shit.
With the rug pulled out from under me like that I immediately text'd the host in San Diego that I would be travelling down on the next train out of Dodge. He'd been inviting me to visit for months and expressed an interest in my writings. He picked me up from the train station and then dropped the first of many bombs: I could stay the night but would be on my own on the morrow. Whu? I was told I could stay for the week, just like he first offered to buy the train ticket then reneged on that. As for the whole theatre bit? The old white queer was, again, wasting my time. I left the following afternoon, making my trip to S.D. a waste of time and what precious little money I have.
LESSON: Don't trust old white men before payment.
A week of flakes, liars, and motherflaking time wasters. You'll excuse me for being a bit salty.
It began last week when the Chinese Canuck who sent me multiple requests daily for arranging a couple live-sex shows while he was visiting LA this week only to be repaid with the yellow motherflaker going cold and never booking me.
LESSON: Never, never, never, never go out of my way to accommodate before payment.
This disappointment was succeeded by a brotha I'd been in touch with on adam4adam about crashing at his place for a night before setting off for San Diego. Through messages, text messages, and phone calls we agreed that I would be cool to sleep over and that I'd leave when he left in the morning. He spoke with a Jamaican/Creole/African accent but I didn't hold that against him. Then with mere minutes to go - the last minute! - homeboy texts "I prayed about this situation...I don't feel good so" fuck me I was left holding the bag. Can you believe this Caribe God freak motherflaker! I asked the coconut nigga what his God had to say about sodomites? That'll give him something to pray on. He text'd back but I promptly deleted the bullshit on sight unread. To Hell with him and his praying.
LESSON: Don't count on a cheap ass gay nigga for shit.
With the rug pulled out from under me like that I immediately text'd the host in San Diego that I would be travelling down on the next train out of Dodge. He'd been inviting me to visit for months and expressed an interest in my writings. He picked me up from the train station and then dropped the first of many bombs: I could stay the night but would be on my own on the morrow. Whu? I was told I could stay for the week, just like he first offered to buy the train ticket then reneged on that. As for the whole theatre bit? The old white queer was, again, wasting my time. I left the following afternoon, making my trip to S.D. a waste of time and what precious little money I have.
LESSON: Don't trust old white men before payment.
A week of flakes, liars, and motherflaking time wasters. You'll excuse me for being a bit salty.
Tuesday
In a brown jockstrap
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Here is one of the jockstraps I bought instead of the poppers that time.
As promised to "reggie" here are some more pics of me in a jockstrap. Sorry the pics are fuzzy, guys, but I wanted to get out a few shots right away. Hopefully will get to pose in them in an upcoming photo shoot. I like the brown colored straps - which blend in with my skin - and would almost look like I'm wearing nothing save for the stupid white waist band. Almost didn't buy it because of 'designer band' which, for a real athlete, comes off more garish than authentic sportswear. Instead of JOCKstraps ones that look too flimsy or sexy should be called gogostraps or buttboystraps. Ha!
But I already had one in the blue color so I thought, What the hell, and bought it. Fits nice and snug. Haven't worn it during a workout yet so I don't know if it's more than just nice looking underwear. But, for the moment, it does look nice. Booyah!
Here is one of the jockstraps I bought instead of the poppers that time.
instead of 'JOCKstraps' ones that look too flimsy or designer sexy should be called gogostraps or buttboystraps
As promised to "reggie" here are some more pics of me in a jockstrap. Sorry the pics are fuzzy, guys, but I wanted to get out a few shots right away. Hopefully will get to pose in them in an upcoming photo shoot. I like the brown colored straps - which blend in with my skin - and would almost look like I'm wearing nothing save for the stupid white waist band. Almost didn't buy it because of 'designer band' which, for a real athlete, comes off more garish than authentic sportswear. Instead of JOCKstraps ones that look too flimsy or sexy should be called gogostraps or buttboystraps. Ha!
But I already had one in the blue color so I thought, What the hell, and bought it. Fits nice and snug. Haven't worn it during a workout yet so I don't know if it's more than just nice looking underwear. But, for the moment, it does look nice. Booyah!
Sunday
Just can't be (extra)nice to some people
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A client whom I'd previously met abroad got in touch last week to say that he'd be vacationing in L.A. -- if I was still in town and available to hook-up. I was planning to head down to S.D. but, wow, okay! He's a big voyeur and likes to watch me fuck...a live sex show...and asked me to find sexy partners. Men or women, it's all good. But the only stipulation for a guy was that he be "BIG". We exchanged emails for days, sometimes a few times a day, with me combing through profiles and forwarding pics and links of potential guys I'd be down for doing it with.
We settled on an agreement. Everything sounded cool. Then the emails stopped.
Now with two days to go before his arrival and still no word I think the motherfucker has flaked out on me. Had me do all the leg work and then hired the other guy(s). Ain't-that-a-bitch! Hate motherfuckers like this; and it's happened to me twice before...3 TIMES A DOOSEY and lesson well learned. Time is money. So if you're wasting my time.... Won't ever again trouble myself with accommodating such-and-such requests. So if you want a 3some with me but don't have the third man, then fucking find the third man. Hint: It's sure to be in the Film Noir section of the video stacks.
A client whom I'd previously met abroad got in touch last week to say that he'd be vacationing in L.A. -- if I was still in town and available to hook-up. I was planning to head down to S.D. but, wow, okay! He's a big voyeur and likes to watch me fuck...a live sex show...and asked me to find sexy partners. Men or women, it's all good. But the only stipulation for a guy was that he be "BIG". We exchanged emails for days, sometimes a few times a day, with me combing through profiles and forwarding pics and links of potential guys I'd be down for doing it with.
We settled on an agreement. Everything sounded cool. Then the emails stopped.
Now with two days to go before his arrival and still no word I think the motherfucker has flaked out on me. Had me do all the leg work and then hired the other guy(s). Ain't-that-a-bitch! Hate motherfuckers like this; and it's happened to me twice before...3 TIMES A DOOSEY and lesson well learned. Time is money. So if you're wasting my time.... Won't ever again trouble myself with accommodating such-and-such requests. So if you want a 3some with me but don't have the third man, then fucking find the third man. Hint: It's sure to be in the Film Noir section of the video stacks.
Friday
My hand is on the mends!
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Had the splint removed last week and, with three weeks since the injury, my broken hand is a lot less broken. No surgery and - yahoo! - no plaster cast needed. So now I can go back to my preferred two-handed jack-off.
My summer is looking a lot less ruined.
Had the splint removed last week and, with three weeks since the injury, my broken hand is a lot less broken. No surgery and - yahoo! - no plaster cast needed. So now I can go back to my preferred two-handed jack-off.
My summer is looking a lot less ruined.
Wednesday
Poppers or sexy underwear?
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I'm riding the Metro 4 bus through West Hollywood when I spot a store having a sweet ass blow-out sale: tank tops 2x$25; cool shirts and underwear for $10; shorts and swimsuits 50% off. Like I needed another thong, right? Well I do. Promised a contributing reader of this 'blog that I'd post more pics of me in jockstraps so - bam! - this store's sale had my name all on it.
Returned the following day and picked out a few pieces, tried them on, and headed to the counter. That's when I saw the wonderful selection of poppers -- and, wow, still priced in the single digits! And since spilling my last one I really could use a fresh vial. Poppers, jockstrap...poppers, thong...poppers, bikini? Decisions, decisions, decisions!
In the end I did not buy the poppers. Sticking with the sexy undies I put back one jockstrap all the same (to ease my conscience). Hate shopping impulsively! As I waited for the bus my mind flirted with second thoughts. Took the bus a long time to come. Just before it finally showed up, though, my eyes spied something off the curb. A brown glass bottle. Could it be...? I picked it up noting it was full and clear and the bottle was clean and unscratched. No label. A quiet psst! whispered from the twisting of the cap and, employing Chem 101 method for smelling unknown chemicals, I took a careful whiff. And grinned. Got my poppers after all.
(pics of the new jockstrap will be posted soon!)
I'm riding the Metro 4 bus through West Hollywood when I spot a store having a sweet ass blow-out sale: tank tops 2x$25; cool shirts and underwear for $10; shorts and swimsuits 50% off. Like I needed another thong, right? Well I do. Promised a contributing reader of this 'blog that I'd post more pics of me in jockstraps so - bam! - this store's sale had my name all on it.
Returned the following day and picked out a few pieces, tried them on, and headed to the counter. That's when I saw the wonderful selection of poppers -- and, wow, still priced in the single digits! And since spilling my last one I really could use a fresh vial. Poppers, jockstrap...poppers, thong...poppers, bikini? Decisions, decisions, decisions!
In the end I did not buy the poppers. Sticking with the sexy undies I put back one jockstrap all the same (to ease my conscience). Hate shopping impulsively! As I waited for the bus my mind flirted with second thoughts. Took the bus a long time to come. Just before it finally showed up, though, my eyes spied something off the curb. A brown glass bottle. Could it be...? I picked it up noting it was full and clear and the bottle was clean and unscratched. No label. A quiet psst! whispered from the twisting of the cap and, employing Chem 101 method for smelling unknown chemicals, I took a careful whiff. And grinned. Got my poppers after all.
(pics of the new jockstrap will be posted soon!)
Saturday
Malibu feet fetish flake
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Late last night I get a phone call in answer to my Rentboy ad. Turns out he's a "rich bitch" (his words, not mine) out in Malibu. Ken sans Barbie, have we?
So he talks about how much he wants to meet and tickle my feet and that he'll send his driver to pick me up. Says he's down for the weekend (three days! That's not cheap!).
I say, "Wow. Sounds too good to be true!"
Long awkward pause.
"Hello? Are you there?" I ask.
"Yes," he replies after a while. "Um...I don't like it that you don't believe me."
"Well no offense but I hear it all, man. Don't believe it until I see it, y'know."
Longer awkward pause.
"Well...," he finally says, "If you don't believe me I don't want to continue talking--"
CLICK.
I hung up on his ass.
Another fucking flake who can't get his rocks off the normal way.
Lonely men don't contract me but pathetic ones do try to waste my time. Losers.
Late last night I get a phone call in answer to my Rentboy ad. Turns out he's a "rich bitch" (his words, not mine) out in Malibu. Ken sans Barbie, have we?
So he talks about how much he wants to meet and tickle my feet and that he'll send his driver to pick me up. Says he's down for the weekend (three days! That's not cheap!).
I say, "Wow. Sounds too good to be true!"
Long awkward pause.
"Hello? Are you there?" I ask.
"Yes," he replies after a while. "Um...I don't like it that you don't believe me."
"Well no offense but I hear it all, man. Don't believe it until I see it, y'know."
Longer awkward pause.
"Well...," he finally says, "If you don't believe me I don't want to continue talking--"
CLICK.
I hung up on his ass.
Another fucking flake who can't get his rocks off the normal way.
Lonely men don't contract me but pathetic ones do try to waste my time. Losers.
Tuesday
Oozing nut for the camera
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After fucking the Brazilian from behind - sweet, sweet smooth ass! - I turned and jacked my dick to cum right in front of the camera...hell, some nut probably even flicked onto the lens.
machofuckerfucker.com
After fucking the Brazilian from behind - sweet, sweet smooth ass! - I turned and jacked my dick to cum right in front of the camera...hell, some nut probably even flicked onto the lens.
machofuckerfucker.com
Saturday
Fan fancies Troy in Sarge
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So...what do y'all think?
I got this email from a guy hot to see me and some cat called Sarge get it on. So I checked out the website to see what all the fuss was about. Whoa, wow, damn! Fuss is worthwhile: Sarge is poppin'!
Hmmm, there may be something here....
Man Troy - have you seen Sarge in those videos from Dawgpoundusa.com and Taggaz.com. ? That guy is an amazing muscled bottom which in my mind would make you his idea sexy top. The way he opens up his hole, takes a cock and works it like no other makes me think you would take him to heaven and back. With your ass cheeks flexing and squeezing the whole thing makes me nut just at the thought. Get busy man and make Sarge's and my fantasy become a reality.
So...what do y'all think?
Thursday
Funny thing happened on my way to Walgreens
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On my way to Walgreens, where I later got into a fight and broke my hand, I was offered a blowjob by this gutsy kid. His exact words were: "Hey...Would you let a dude give you head?" I answered no and kept walking.
If I had accepted then, at worse, I might've gotten a piss-poor blowjob -- but at least I wouldn't have encountered nigga bitch & son and gotten into a brawl. Me pass up a cocksucker? Who knew!
On my way to Walgreens, where I later got into a fight and broke my hand, I was offered a blowjob by this gutsy kid. His exact words were: "Hey...Would you let a dude give you head?" I answered no and kept walking.
If I had accepted then, at worse, I might've gotten a piss-poor blowjob -- but at least I wouldn't have encountered nigga bitch & son and gotten into a brawl. Me pass up a cocksucker? Who knew!
Tuesday
Machofucker spotted in Chicago
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It's night time. I'm sitting on the steps of the Chicago Cultural Center people-watching because it's a gorgeous night -- and I'm in no hurry to wait overnight at O'Hare for my morning flight. I notice a lanky black man has inexplicably crossed the street and seems to be 'casually' coming towards me. Don't make eye-contact, I tell myself. Maybe he wants a smoke or money or--
"Hey I've seen your work!" he says with a huge smile and is about to extend his hand when he realizes mine is in a splint. I'm thinking, My work? "What work?" I say.
"Yeah man: Machofucker."
Booyah! I'm really surprised by this night encounter. That I was recognized just sitting here like that also took me aback and I could not suppress a smile. Didn't know what to say besides thank-you.
Then he asks, "So how was it working with Osian?"
I've fucked Osian's hot brown bubble butt a number of times so my answer was a no-brainer: Oh he's real good, I say with a wink.
The man laughs, "Yeah I can tell!" We wish each other a good-night and he continues on his way.
And I was left with a good feeling the rest of the day.
It's night time. I'm sitting on the steps of the Chicago Cultural Center people-watching because it's a gorgeous night -- and I'm in no hurry to wait overnight at O'Hare for my morning flight. I notice a lanky black man has inexplicably crossed the street and seems to be 'casually' coming towards me. Don't make eye-contact, I tell myself. Maybe he wants a smoke or money or--
"Hey I've seen your work!" he says with a huge smile and is about to extend his hand when he realizes mine is in a splint. I'm thinking, My work? "What work?" I say.
"Yeah man: Machofucker."
Booyah! I'm really surprised by this night encounter. That I was recognized just sitting here like that also took me aback and I could not suppress a smile. Didn't know what to say besides thank-you.
Then he asks, "So how was it working with Osian?"
I've fucked Osian's hot brown bubble butt a number of times so my answer was a no-brainer: Oh he's real good, I say with a wink.
The man laughs, "Yeah I can tell!" We wish each other a good-night and he continues on his way.
And I was left with a good feeling the rest of the day.
us fucking
Friday
New masturbation technique
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Having broken my hand in a fight I am now getting to know myself as a southpaw.... This will be an interesting summer.
Care to lend a hand?
Having broken my hand in a fight I am now getting to know myself as a southpaw.... This will be an interesting summer.
Care to lend a hand?
Wednesday
Hiring guys from Machofucker
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Hiring models from Machofucker or any other website or porno requires a heavy dosage of realism. This is important. If you are not realistic enough to keep in mind that pornography is fantasy, then you are being unrealistic...and if you're wrong from Square One, then everything else follows fucked up. Speaking in general terms:
A very, very simple equation, that -- if you are REAL.
Hiring models from Machofucker or any other website or porno requires a heavy dosage of realism. This is important. If you are not realistic enough to keep in mind that pornography is fantasy, then you are being unrealistic...and if you're wrong from Square One, then everything else follows fucked up. Speaking in general terms:
- Why would a model want to go to bed with you? No, seriously, that's the blunt question. If your answer is "I dunno know" then you're unrealistic and should never, ever contact a model.
- If you can't afford to confirm a booking with a telephone call or deposit, then your cheap ass can't afford a date. No sex worker should give you the time of day.
- Just because a guy has sex on camera doesn't mean he wants to have sex with you...or is even easy to have sex with. Doing porn doesn't obligate me to pay attention to you, let alone fuck you.
- Though he be an escort still doesn't mean you'll get to have sexual relations together.
- It ain't hard to hire strippers or porn actors for private functions
BUT if it ain't easy for you either, then chances are high the snag is on your end: you are either in too remote a location, the wrong city (remember supply and demand? No sufficient demand, no supply), or are just too goddamn shady to be bothered with. As the saying goes, Joe, No pay, no play.
Wednesday
Juicy, bootylicious booties - wish list
I love me some James Brown and, man, this song is popping! Never heard the long version before now. I can dig it, though.
And the visual catalog of cakes - big ones, brown ones, round ones
(but none of 'em mine ones) - teased in this video is mouth-watering and, um-um, arousing. Dick-stiffening. Hello! Perfect song for the subject of booty and its succulent treasures. Yessah, I likes those cakes over there!
And the visual catalog of cakes - big ones, brown ones, round ones
(but none of 'em mine ones) - teased in this video is mouth-watering and, um-um, arousing. Dick-stiffening. Hello! Perfect song for the subject of booty and its succulent treasures. Yessah, I likes those cakes over there!
Monday
More phone sex losers
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So I get this ring (at night) and on the other line is a bloody English accent. Okay.... This "Englishman", like the brotha man from the earlier post, said he tried to reach me in Mexico. Funny, when my black ass was in Mexico nobody tried to reach me; now that I'm long gone every Tommy, Dicky and Harry suddenly knows about Mexico. But I digress.
Do I know you? I ask, wondering 1) why is he acting so 'familiar' and 2) how has he my number?
English Accent claims we met during a shoot at Tim's. (Tim Tales???) For one thing, I only met one bloke while in Berlin and, for another, the shoots for Timtales.com were always a closed affair. And for another thing, my current number didn't even exist then. BUT the caller ID shows the number is from abroad so...I cut this prank/suspicious call short and tell English Accent who wants to know my travel itinerary to send me an email.
"But what's your email?" He asks.
"It's the one on the website."
"I didn't go to a website," he says.
Time for the zinger!
"Where you found this number," I say, "is where you'll find my email address. This number is only two weeks old so if you have it you must have got it from a website (profile) because I haven't done a shoot between then and now," adding, "I have no plans to visit London so why don't you just call me when you're here."
"But America is a big country. Where? I'll be in L.A....," he claims.
"Well in this business I answer to no one so...maybe I'll be in L.A. and maybe I won't. I don't have a boss. Anyway, America is not so big you can't buy a ticket [for me]. Right? Okay then. Good. Thank you. Ciao, ciao."
If English Accent is a bona fide client, then I'm the king of Spain.
Phone sex losers.
So I get this ring (at night) and on the other line is a bloody English accent. Okay.... This "Englishman", like the brotha man from the earlier post, said he tried to reach me in Mexico. Funny, when my black ass was in Mexico nobody tried to reach me; now that I'm long gone every Tommy, Dicky and Harry suddenly knows about Mexico. But I digress.
Do I know you? I ask, wondering 1) why is he acting so 'familiar' and 2) how has he my number?
English Accent claims we met during a shoot at Tim's. (Tim Tales???) For one thing, I only met one bloke while in Berlin and, for another, the shoots for Timtales.com were always a closed affair. And for another thing, my current number didn't even exist then. BUT the caller ID shows the number is from abroad so...I cut this prank/suspicious call short and tell English Accent who wants to know my travel itinerary to send me an email.
"But what's your email?" He asks.
"It's the one on the website."
"I didn't go to a website," he says.
Time for the zinger!
"Where you found this number," I say, "is where you'll find my email address. This number is only two weeks old so if you have it you must have got it from a website (profile) because I haven't done a shoot between then and now," adding, "I have no plans to visit London so why don't you just call me when you're here."
"But America is a big country. Where? I'll be in L.A....," he claims.
In this business I answer to no one. I don't have a boss.Why do people always say that?! America is not that big of a country. We're the world's superpower, yes, but we're not all that big of a landmass. So I say:
"Well in this business I answer to no one so...maybe I'll be in L.A. and maybe I won't. I don't have a boss. Anyway, America is not so big you can't buy a ticket [for me]. Right? Okay then. Good. Thank you. Ciao, ciao."
If English Accent is a bona fide client, then I'm the king of Spain.
Phone sex losers.
Saturday
I bought a Playboy magazine in 3D
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I had an early morning flight out of Mexico. Checked in my bags with no problem and was left with oodles of time to kill. Great! I felt so good that I bought a magazine from the kiosk. That and I wanted to get rid of Mexican pesos.
The Playboy Mexico cover (#103, Mayo 2011) with a blah-dow! naked Larissa Riguelme busting out of it is so hot that I didn't even need the enticement of 3D pictorials. (All the same I made sure 3D glasses were included before I bought it!) Aye, aye, aye! Whoever she is, this Latina bitch is soooo smoking...and beautifully proportional: lovely sexy face, long legs, nice size ass, long dark hair, flat stomach and royal goblet size titties. Not too big but, more importantly, not too small. King Henry VIII would piss his fat ass to possess those goblets. And in 3D! Yeah the delight in oogling a girlie magazine in - drum roll, please - bi-color cardboard glasses feels like juvenile perversity. But, so what. It's good, clean fun. Booyah!
I had an early morning flight out of Mexico. Checked in my bags with no problem and was left with oodles of time to kill. Great! I felt so good that I bought a magazine from the kiosk. That and I wanted to get rid of Mexican pesos.
The Playboy Mexico cover (#103, Mayo 2011) with a blah-dow! naked Larissa Riguelme busting out of it is so hot that I didn't even need the enticement of 3D pictorials. (All the same I made sure 3D glasses were included before I bought it!) Aye, aye, aye! Whoever she is, this Latina bitch is soooo smoking...and beautifully proportional: lovely sexy face, long legs, nice size ass, long dark hair, flat stomach and royal goblet size titties. Not too big but, more importantly, not too small. King Henry VIII would piss his fat ass to possess those goblets. And in 3D! Yeah the delight in oogling a girlie magazine in - drum roll, please - bi-color cardboard glasses feels like juvenile perversity. But, so what. It's good, clean fun. Booyah!
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| 3D photography |
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| 3D photography...and looking so damn suckable and squeezable! |
Thursday
Phone sex losers
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What is it with people who call me and try to "chat"? If you need to spend some ten minutes to "get to know" the person because you don't feel right or good about hiring an escort then, please, don't bother the sex worker. And that's what it is: a bother! Go to a bar or the section of the public park where faggots cruise or, here's a novel idea, stay in and read a good book. But if a guy needs to talk it out, then his ass needs to make an appointment with a psychiatrist.
Like tonight: I get two calls from the same "discreet" and "busy" man. Discreet...busy? Blow me. First he calls with a blocked number, which I just happened to answer because I was in good spirits, and starts talking some stupid shit about the bottoms in my videos. Huh? Then this strange man calls back and claims to have tried many times to reach me in Mexico. Yeah right! Only thing was, he wasn't even in Mexico...he just wanted to, get this, talk on the phone.
Major fucking losers.
What is it with people who call me and try to "chat"? If you need to spend some ten minutes to "get to know" the person because you don't feel right or good about hiring an escort then, please, don't bother the sex worker. And that's what it is: a bother! Go to a bar or the section of the public park where faggots cruise or, here's a novel idea, stay in and read a good book. But if a guy needs to talk it out, then his ass needs to make an appointment with a psychiatrist.
Like tonight: I get two calls from the same "discreet" and "busy" man. Discreet...busy? Blow me. First he calls with a blocked number, which I just happened to answer because I was in good spirits, and starts talking some stupid shit about the bottoms in my videos. Huh? Then this strange man calls back and claims to have tried many times to reach me in Mexico. Yeah right! Only thing was, he wasn't even in Mexico...he just wanted to, get this, talk on the phone.
Major fucking losers.
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| I hate phone sex. Phone sex is for losers. |
Tuesday
A fan of rimming
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Exactly a week ago I met a really cool fan. We made a booking - serious people don't chat, they call and get right to the point - I made it to his place and we chatted and drank wine for about twenty minutes before any clothes came off. No need to clock-watch when I'm with a genuine person. He kept saying, "You're really Troy Moreno!" I kept grinning, In the flesh.
I chose a straight porn from the hotel's movie selection as he started fluffling me. It didn't take much: the porno bitches were really hot and homeboy's blowjobs were the audible, wet gushy stuff skull fucking is made for. I was rock hard...and his face and chest were covered with his own gagging spit...which made my rock hard even harder. Then I moved him off of his knees and onto the bed face down, and pulled off his underwear. Juicy, pinkish booty with a very, very pink and SMOOTH asshole. My tongue wasted no time lubricating that hole and pawing his fleshy rump.
I pulled my dick out and flipped him over to hook the back of his knees onto my shoulders. We fucked in the missionary position for a good while and gave nipple -play to each other. Now I was ready to take it up another few notches and really give his ass an unforgettable sensation. "Ready?" I asked. He bit his lip and nodded, Yes.
I POUNDED SCREAMS OUT OF HIM FOR HALF A MINUTE...then did a quick repeat. Then pulled out and prepared to jack off. That's when he surprised me with a request to rim my ass. Can you?! Hell yeah! With my ass in the air and one foot on the carpet my butt was treated to a quivering tongue worship. It felt so good. I stood up and busted a load all over his chest. Noticing I was still hard several minutes later as I lay on the bed, he began kissing my chest and playing with my balls some more. "Suck my balls," I told him, pushing his head down. In no time I came again -- in his mouth. Whew!
Exactly a week ago I met a really cool fan. We made a booking - serious people don't chat, they call and get right to the point - I made it to his place and we chatted and drank wine for about twenty minutes before any clothes came off. No need to clock-watch when I'm with a genuine person. He kept saying, "You're really Troy Moreno!" I kept grinning, In the flesh.
I chose a straight porn from the hotel's movie selection as he started fluffling me. It didn't take much: the porno bitches were really hot and homeboy's blowjobs were the audible, wet gushy stuff skull fucking is made for. I was rock hard...and his face and chest were covered with his own gagging spit...which made my rock hard even harder. Then I moved him off of his knees and onto the bed face down, and pulled off his underwear. Juicy, pinkish booty with a very, very pink and SMOOTH asshole. My tongue wasted no time lubricating that hole and pawing his fleshy rump.
With my ass in the air it was treated to a quivering tongue worship"Ready?" I asked. He affirmed with a breathless moan. Slipped on a condom, drizzled down some water-based lubricant, and slipped into that ass. Nice and easy at first until I could feel his asshole welcoming me more. Then I gave him more. More dick. More thrust. More force. And still I watched the porno. Hot!
I pulled my dick out and flipped him over to hook the back of his knees onto my shoulders. We fucked in the missionary position for a good while and gave nipple -play to each other. Now I was ready to take it up another few notches and really give his ass an unforgettable sensation. "Ready?" I asked. He bit his lip and nodded, Yes.
I POUNDED SCREAMS OUT OF HIM FOR HALF A MINUTE...then did a quick repeat. Then pulled out and prepared to jack off. That's when he surprised me with a request to rim my ass. Can you?! Hell yeah! With my ass in the air and one foot on the carpet my butt was treated to a quivering tongue worship. It felt so good. I stood up and busted a load all over his chest. Noticing I was still hard several minutes later as I lay on the bed, he began kissing my chest and playing with my balls some more. "Suck my balls," I told him, pushing his head down. In no time I came again -- in his mouth. Whew!
Saturday
Oh that Berlusconi!
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Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi publicly declared, in a nod to "gay rights" or acceptance, in April that in all of us there is 25% homosexuality --including himself. "Only that after much intense analysis," he explained, "they discovered that mine is lesbian." At the function, the audience, like me, burst into laughter. But then the gay rights groups took umbrage with it, accusing the richest and powerful Italian of machismo and homophobia.
I thought it was a rather cheeky punch line. Oh that Berlusconi...!
Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi publicly declared, in a nod to "gay rights" or acceptance, in April that in all of us there is 25% homosexuality --including himself. "Only that after much intense analysis," he explained, "they discovered that mine is lesbian." At the function, the audience, like me, burst into laughter. But then the gay rights groups took umbrage with it, accusing the richest and powerful Italian of machismo and homophobia.
I thought it was a rather cheeky punch line. Oh that Berlusconi...!
Thursday
Poppers come, poppers go
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I went into the boutique to buy a bottle of poppers, not really taking notice of the guy who was chatting up the clerk. I was in and out in under twelve minutes and noticed the guy loitering outside the store. By didn't really take notice I mean I didn't make eye contact with him but my radar did slyly observe how well those jeans fitted his little ass. So...fuckable apple bottom just 'hanging around' outside, me with a fresh bottle of poppers and a super sensitive hard-on owing to unrequited hornyness for the past 96 hours? (I masturbated constantly but always stopped short of orgasm..so, yeah, I was really pent up.)
Perfect equation for casual sex! Plus it was a Friday.
Talk was brief: My place or yours? and Can you suck dick?
His place had his visiting madre and my place had a mess (I was preparing to move). To my place! Mi cama es tu cama and tu culo es mi culo! My bed is your bed and your ass is mine! And it was. I was soooo raging sexual it wasn't even funny. We engaged in crazy passionate oral for an immensely enjoyable while, sucking and ass licking and French kissing (it's rare but I have sometimes kissed). I tore at him like a sex starved fiend. (I'd been given a hokey sex pill - like Viagra but not Viagra - that proved not to be so hokey. Six days running and the stimulant was still coursing in my system. Damn, I wish I knew the name of that pill!) My sex tool throbbed to be satisfied. His fellatio was wet and succulent. What his throat lacked in gag reflex - couldn't take all of me - his mouth made up for with sloppery earnest suction.
It was fun. I blew a big load. He did too but I didn't notice it until I woke up in the middle of the night and felt his dried cum on my stomach. I took advantage of him a little more - mainly oral - and went back to sleep. In the morning we started touching some more but his booty was still tender so, instead, he took the iniative and went down on me, welcoming my new day with one of those wonderful good-morning blowjobs until I blew my load again.
I went into the boutique to buy a bottle of poppers, not really taking notice of the guy who was chatting up the clerk. I was in and out in under twelve minutes and noticed the guy loitering outside the store. By didn't really take notice I mean I didn't make eye contact with him but my radar did slyly observe how well those jeans fitted his little ass. So...fuckable apple bottom just 'hanging around' outside, me with a fresh bottle of poppers and a super sensitive hard-on owing to unrequited hornyness for the past 96 hours? (I masturbated constantly but always stopped short of orgasm..so, yeah, I was really pent up.)
Perfect equation for casual sex! Plus it was a Friday.
Talk was brief: My place or yours? and Can you suck dick?
His place had his visiting madre and my place had a mess (I was preparing to move). To my place! Mi cama es tu cama and tu culo es mi culo! My bed is your bed and your ass is mine! And it was. I was soooo raging sexual it wasn't even funny. We engaged in crazy passionate oral for an immensely enjoyable while, sucking and ass licking and French kissing (it's rare but I have sometimes kissed). I tore at him like a sex starved fiend. (I'd been given a hokey sex pill - like Viagra but not Viagra - that proved not to be so hokey. Six days running and the stimulant was still coursing in my system. Damn, I wish I knew the name of that pill!) My sex tool throbbed to be satisfied. His fellatio was wet and succulent. What his throat lacked in gag reflex - couldn't take all of me - his mouth made up for with sloppery earnest suction.
Mi cama es tu cama and tu culo es mi culo!... I tore at him like a sex starved fiendI was prepping with Jack Daniel whiskey mixes and he was prepping with the poppers. Then - voila - my dick was finally inside. For most of the night, and it was a long night, I fucked him like a woman: with easy, 'love-making' strokes. When I edged it up a few notches the ruthless pounding caused him to drop the vial --spilling the entire contents onto the mattress. Fuck! My new poppers...gone! It wasn't long then before he was complaining about a sore ass. Too bad. Served him right. I plowed ahead. Then my quads started to burn and I made him ride me, as I wrapped around spreading his ass cheeks, until I felt certain his fuzzy apple bottom really did need a rest.
It was fun. I blew a big load. He did too but I didn't notice it until I woke up in the middle of the night and felt his dried cum on my stomach. I took advantage of him a little more - mainly oral - and went back to sleep. In the morning we started touching some more but his booty was still tender so, instead, he took the iniative and went down on me, welcoming my new day with one of those wonderful good-morning blowjobs until I blew my load again.
caused him to drop the vial --spilling the entire contents onto the mattress. Fuck!I'm out of poppers but, man, gotta love morning blowjobs.
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