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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.
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?
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