Next up OPEN MIND CLUB ~ October 25 (BARCELONA)

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Now this is what I call a helluva Happy Hour (see wall clock)





MachoFactory is appearing live at Open Mind Club - and that's 'club' as in membership - in the Eixample neighborhood of Barcelona this weekend!
It's a masked event...so you get to be extra slutty sexy and intriguing. 

Beach or Booty call?

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That is the question. Twice last week my beach plans were diverted - totally, as it were - by an unexpected call from a butt buddy. A booty call. On the one hand I was truly psyched to hit the beach; yet, on the other, I was really horny too. Hmmm. The beach will still be there tomorrow, I safely assumed, But here's bona fide sex on the line (because I don't go to the beach/park/running trial/gym/apps for hook-ups). It so happened I was mad horny all week long - could get no physical release - the shoot that was scheduled got cancelled on equally short notice! - and this horniness was eating away all powers of concentration. I was game to scrap my agenda for a hot romp. Decision: booty.

my dick between his cheeks was probably hurting him but fair's fair 

He arrived punctually one hour later and rode me for all he was worth. He's a gentle one and I noticed he was bucking harder than usual. This happily signaled to me the boy was in need of getting fucked. He shot a big load in that position. We rested some for his sake (like I said, he's gentle) then the boy lay on his stomach with legs together and I took my turn to cum. Watching my dick bully between his tan line cheeks turned me on greater still. No doubt it was probably hurting him but fair's fair! And since the little ass didn't return my call from two weeks ago I was damn sure gonna get mine.

that's not sweat on his back

The following day it was the same thing: I get the call after gym just as I'm about to enter my building. I arrived punctually two hours later and was greeted at the door by his thick mancakes in nothing but a sexy thong. After a big glass of ice water - because it's fucking hot outside! - we wasted no time getting hot and heavy. I gripped homeboy's hands and plowed that bubble butt until he orgasm'd from my strokes alone and, because he's not a gentle one, kept right on stroking and stroking. Harder; and harder still; until that delicious tingling from the nether regions built up and - SPLWOISH - busted a fierce nut to mix with the big ass one on his stomach.

Whew...! 

After days of barrenness lighting struck twice! I loves the beach. But sometimes a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.    

So I'm walking to the pharmacy...

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phat in all the right places

One morning I decided to go down to the pharmacy before breakfast. Along the way I met - well, no, that's not exactly right - I noticed someone intently following me and turned to see this young, fresh face winking back. He said, Hi. I said, Hi, back. We chatted on the way to the pharmacy (that's right, interesting sex does happen without the Internet! That we were going to do it was a foregone conclusion) then went back to my room wherein I got to see the full bubbliness of his naked, brown Venezuelan booty -- not that it was hard to imagine through the well-fitting shorts he wore. But, oomph, the tan line was a helluva bonus!

We didn't just fuck. We fucked. And sweated like nobody's business.

We started with spit - and would've kept working at it because, hey, I was not going to let a tight squeeze stop me from going in - but then I remembered the MachoFactory lube sample and tore it open. Virgin tightness be gone! His Latino asshole slid down on my dick like a pound of hard butter over a hot knife. Made both our eyes widen. BOING!! The bed springs were singing goodMORning goodMORning, goodMORning, goodMORning.... He rode my dick until he came all over my stomach -- hands free! "Good," I said, appreciating he came without touching himself. "But I still have to cum." His reply was priceless. He caught his breath and grinned, "Of course!"

interesting sex does happen without the Internet!

I told him to lay on his stomach and started grinding the fuck against his meaty cheeks. It is so, so hot when a bottom cums and can still take a pounding -- without tina, thank you!! "Fuck me hard, fuck me hard!" Now I ask you: How could I not reward that bootylicious hunger with a creamy load?  I busted a big ass nut all over the small of his back. How big? When he stood up, a couple globs of cum plopped to the ground.  

You couldn't get a better sexcapade if you spent hours dicking around social media (but what do I know? I don't use that bullshit...just making an observation from all the overworked thumbs I see everywhere). What I do know is this: a breakfast of hot bubble butt beats a cup of Joe any morning of the week!  

I tried MachoFactory sex lubricant

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I've tried MachoFactory lubricant. And it's da bomb. First time was on a pocket-sized Italian yumyum (with a yummy yum tan line) and I came hard -- all over his supple brown back. I was so geeked to pop that booty, I swear I squeezed out way less than half the sachet sample onto my finger tips.

I remembered I had two samples so I was really curious to try the stuff again (and not just because I like getting laid). A couple of weeks passed before I hooked another fish - pun intended - BUT I couldn't find thee lube so, like any normal person, I didn't let a stupid thing like that stop me from fucking. On went the show with another product! Then I met this fine ass bubble butt on my way to the pharmacy one morning and, breakfast be damned, a hot mothaflipping fuck is a damn good way to start the day!

We necked hot and heavy, and were going with old fashioned spit to break entry - it was tight - when I called for, Time-out, reached over for the lube and, well, lubed up. Since I recalled how effective was a small dab, I made a point of using a tiny bit. Did it work? Did it! His Latino asshole slid down on my dick like a pound of hard butter over a hot knife. Made both our eyes widen. BOING!! And off we went, making the bed springs sing goodMORning goodMORning, goodMORning, goodMORning.... I remember thinking to myself, "Damn this shit is potent. And his ass is good too." 

Will write a more detailed review of the lubricant but for now:   
  

 All out of MachoFactory lube

www. Machofactory .com

A hot, fucking time in Orlando!!

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MachoFactory's SCANDALOUS party in Orlando last week (June 6) was held at Secret's Hideaway, a hill-billy swinger's resort. (Maybe that's unfair; being a city boy from the North I'm prone to regard most Southerners as hill-billies. But, seriously, the folks who run it really did strike me as rough round dem dar edges). The grounds were under construction in parts but, on the whole, it was a pretty nice place and the projected room renovations look sharp.

Along with myself there was Red, DeeLight, Big Beef (if ever there was a befitting name!), Rod Beckmann, Austin Dallas, Quawn, and a Bi-LatinMen.com model from California who I only remember as Skaterboy (because he skateboards & has tattoos). Notably absent were MachoFucker, Corey Corey, Pig-Boy, Champ Robinson and Dolf Dietrich. Damn, and I was psyched to finally meet masseur Corey Corey, too. Oh well. Shit happens. On went the show!

back l to r: Rod Beckmann, Austin Dallas, Big Beef, Red, Troy Moreno

front l to r: Quawn, Skaterboy, Gage

After presenting at the official Gay Day Exposition the group got together for a photo shoot. As the party got underway, I spent a good deal of time in the heated swimming pool - can you believe no one joined me?! - before taking to the pole and gogo-dancing. But shit truly started popping sweat with the live sex shows.

Red really is as horny crazy as he appears on film. He and I spit-roasted this insatiable hunky black attendee whose firm, meaty ass is perfect for pounding on camera. But since there was no camera it remained just plain perfect for pounding! Another live demonstration had me and Austin Dallas grinding in his high-tops. His deliciously smooth ass was pink with my hand prints. That is one sexy wigga! At one point a brave couple from the audience stepped up - or, rather, laid down - and got fucked side by side by me and, yep, Red. And the fact that this particular ass was tan lined only energized me more. I rewarded it with a thick, creamy frosting.

Other performers were on display too. Dee-light dominated the dance stage and even had female swingers tipping him; BIG muscular Brazilian Beckmann showed his versatility; Big Beef displayed why his milkshakes bring everybody to the yard (as women guests everywhere envied his cakes); white jock Gage was the trophy boy in a group sex of MILFs...and, yes, those mommies had big ass natural titties. Made me jealous just watching him!

As for the playrooms in back, that's another story. The playrooms are where guests go to get their freak on. At some hour in the middle of the night, after a few whisky-n-colas, el vato loco Skaterboy and I went there with two friends and got blowjobs from them. Skaterboy's surprisingly hairless butt has yet to do hardcore porn. I'm working on him.... Then a fan got a taste of my knob. THEN this young hot, Latino couple invited me to join them. You know those images smiling back at you from the gay cruise/resort/circuit posters? Yeah, they were that young & hot. The dark top and I took turns stuffing both ends of his boyfriend. It was so sweeeeet.

I rewarded it with a thick, creamy frosting

I finally went to my air-conditioned room (remember this was in hot & humid Florida), locked the door behind me, pulled the drapes, showered and got in the bed -- to sleep. And that was around four-thirty in the a.m.  Because, darlings, a gentleman abandons his scandalous ways come morning. 

Sauna tales

Thank you to those who answered the poll regarding sauna etiquette. Can't say that I'm surprised by the results.

I don't cotton to men's propositions in the gym. It feels extremely out of line. Like some faggot fantasy I want no part of. But an outside sauna can be a different story. 

The last time I went was a few weeks ago; and it was delicious. The evening's course started with an offering of Cuban head. He was slightly older - but not old - and had a huge dick with a downward curve. Unfortunately the man was too...forward. No sooner had I walked into the changing room than he started in on me; and not with a lingering gaze or beckoning smile but full on hands-on aggressive. Damn, nigga, give a man a chance to undress. I just got here! Too bad, too, because I might have taken that dish.

a young, wiry man was on his belly sucking some old guy's dick

Instead I started with a bit of Asian delicacy -- of which there was ONE; and this solitary Asian boy was young, smooth, and giving me the eye. Having those small rosy lips around my shaft was such a turn-on. Having his hairless, rosy butt cheeks around it was even more so. I did not expect the sex to last long but his tight asshole really, really took me like a champ! We fucked through several positions before he ended up cumming all over my stomach while riding me. Next up was another young delight of unspecified origin. I don't recall who spotted who first but once inside the cabin we tore into each other like playful cubs. His boyish booty was just as hairless and hungry as the previous one. We were going so good and intense I swear the fucking seriously melted into sweaty love-making. We cuddled for a long time afterward, necking and making vague plans to hook-up again.

Then I took a break and, barring the sporadic blowjob, tried to relax with enjoying the porn movie or reclining in the heat of the dry sauna. When I started roaming again I passed by a

public room - the sort made for exhibitionism and gang-bangs (and hopeful cum dumps) - where a young, wiry man was on his belly sucking some old guy's dick. The Spanish cocksucker possessed long limbs like a swimmer and with swimmer's feet. In the faint red glow of the dark space I saw that he was still built like a twink, his butt round and small.



For some reason the geezer was power-tripping, trying to get the other to beg for his dick like a baby bird chirping for food. That's when I slid right in and whipped out my worm. Adios grandpa. I joined him up on the table and stuffed my dick in and out of his mouth. Within minutes there became a ring of spectators looking down on us, their expressions hidden by the dim lighting. We started fucking. I could tell the guy got off on being watched as much as I did. 
He climbed on top and bounced up and down with abandon, glancing at the watchful heads wanting, I sensed, to suck on someone's dick. I let him go at it for a long time then we eased into missionary position and it was my turn to drive the tempo. I fucked him to the table's edge and still none of those perv sissies was bold enough to dangle a dick in his face. If any one had he would have definitely gotten his knob polished, no doubt about it. Oh well. Some guys are just born to sit in the stands. The table was covered in plastic for fast, easy cleaning. For now, it was awash in our body sweat.

EXTRA! EXTRA! SEE ALL ABOUT IT!

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His legs are spread & my ass looks like baked bread. Yum!

The funny thing about being me is that incredible shit happens almost routinely. Incredible can be good or bad. One week I'm in Philadelphia, the next weekend it's Los Angeles or San Francisco, and a couple days later somewhere in ice cold Sweden or Italy -- and with not so much planning beforehand. Maybe I'm sleeping in a hotel, bus depot, bath house, jail, or a grateful stranger's bed. It's happened. I've gotten laid in hostel showers, park bushes, souvenir shops when all I intended to do was bathe, stroll, or buy a tacky key-chain. Fuck happens! (To be fair I've also done it in normal places like the back of a van or my parents' bedroom. And there was this one time a German woman, a complete stranger, gave me a handjob in a darkened cinema. Actually it happened twice (a friend's female cousin) but, c'mon, it's the cinema: that's not exactly something that only happens to porn stars.) So this past week I'm doing my own thing - browsing the flea market, going through emails, reading, maybe heading to the beach - when I get a call to shoot a video. And just like that my weekend schedule revolved around pounding numb some hot tail & skull fucking him senseless -- all in the name of pornography. 

What can I say, I just don't do boring. Or apps. 

Carpe diem! 

(see the video at Machofucker. com)

   

At the KitKatClub (BERLIN)

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Once inside it doesn't take long to see what's all the fuss about. 

After answering some preliminary questions from the woman at the door (Was I alone? Did I know this is the KitKatClub? Did I have an outfit to wear?) I paid the 10 euro cover, changed into my erotic gear (with condoms and lube stuffed down my crotch) and checked my things at the coat-check. Everyone was undressing right there at the Reception. Some suited up in latex or capes, plenty dressed in bondage shit, and still others donned masks, jockstraps, skimpy mini skirts, elaborate costumes or nothing at all. Some women went around with exposed titties (but they weren't really enticing ones, if you ask me; tended to be shaped more like bee stings or eggplants...there was one, though, dressed in a yellow miniskirt that had a helluva rack!), most men went topless with neckties, but three old ass delusional perverts were buck ass naked -- and that was three naked geezers too many. Those creeps tugged at their turkey gizzards the whole damn night. (It must suck not to get an erection; and IF that tiny thing represented an erection then he should retire to China).

condoms and lube stuffed down my crotch

It took hours before I got any action. The sexing I witnessed up until that point was clearly between couples who enjoyed being watched - correction: ogled. I concluded they were couples because she wasn't passed around -- much to the dismay of so many peckers. With no bitches catching my scent I was damned if I was going home without getting laid so...I opened up my options. (Be that as it may I still would prefer to go on a mixed night than an all-gay night because it is just a bit more exciting than being in the thick of unshapely horny Germans who decided to take a respite from anti-socializing on Gayromeo). 

My fun started with a blowjob from a hairy man in a jockstrap. I'd seen him sucking two guys earlier and was keen to have him on my dick. Unfortunately he wasn't looking to have his furry cheeks penetrated and since I was looking for more than head we parted ways. Then I came across a literal tug-and-suck fest. Apparently entry into such socials requires whipping out your dick - or getting on your knees - so out came my dick. My calling card was taken up by yet another bearded man. Then another. Who knew there were so many hipsters in the mix! While the first one monopolized my shaft, the other suckled on my nipples - which I love! - before eventually getting some head time in. But the first beard took it back and greedily sucked my knob until I felt the stirrings of orgasm. He did too. I didn't want to come; but the more I tried to pull back the greedily he sucked, intent on draining me. Short of hitting him I wasn't getting out of his mouth so I relished the heightened sensation and let the dam brake loose. I came into both of their mouths. Not a drop escaped onto their beards. The first one sat there for a long time afterwards staring up at me with a satisfied grin like the sweet cocksucker that he was. I bent over and thanked him with a kiss.

Then he whispered, Will you fuck me? I nodded.

I thought that concluded my night and went and sat in a small lounge with dead TV monitors pitted in its red painted wall. A group of three drinkers - two men and a lady - sat opposite. I rested my head back and closed my eyes. Someone sat near me. It was a handsome, brown man I'd recognized throughout the night. His body was lean and hairless and he was sporting tiny white running shorts which nicely contrasted his bronze tone. Spent, though, I leaned my head back and ignored him.  When his hand caressed my chest I didn't flinch; nor as it moved down to my crotch. I pulled it out for him to admire better. Right there before the watching eyes of the trio (I peeked) he took my dick in his mouth. I reclined and stared at the ceiling. Then he whispered, Will you fuck me? I nodded. Follow me, he grinned. We stopped the foreplay show and he led me to an area just off of the principal dance floor. 

I took my sweet time rimming his smooth small Spanish ass. With our clothes down round our ankles I lay flat across his back and began pumping ass! I wished we'd connected before the tag-team blowjob when I was on full brick. But, hey, one mustn't let a little thing like that get in the way of getting laid. There were always onlookers and our affair was no exception. Then we lay side by side and masturbated each other, cumming almost in sync. 

staring up at me with a satisfied grin like the sweet cocksucker that he was

When I left the Kit Kat I was surprised to see the bright blue Sunday morning sky. It was 7am. 

PS: Best of all: NO CELL PHONES ALLOWED.

On the practical uses of an ass

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The practical applications of a beautiful, firm ass:

 a cap to keep my dick warm

a warm pillow on which to lay my head upon

Business is picking up

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Four dates in under 48Hrs and all without the bother of time-consuming, flaky hook-up websites-- including a VERY, VERY unexpected appointment at 6am this morning! I was already fast asleep - for almost three whole hours - from dancing all night when another escort wakes me up and asks if I'd join his threesome. Wtf?! My initial thought was, Why aren't YOU asleep in bed motherfucker?, then I turned over and looked at the clock and thought, Why the hell am I awake at six in the morning?! I'm one of those persons who can't easily fall asleep and with whom it's even harder to fall back asleep so when he got to the money part I was 1) all ears and 2) sensibly reasoned, "Okay." 

The Russian businessman came (I was half surprised, really...or maybe I was just still half asleep). Then came. By now it was after seven o'clock and, for a teeny-tiny moment I entertained putting on my sweats and heading to the gym; But I thought better of it, showered, and went back to bed. 

I must say, tain't a bad way to start the morning. If this is waking up on the wrong side of bed, I don't want to be right. Booyah!

Rambling briefs

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• Bought two cockrings this weekend. I have a thing for them -- a "big thing", to be immodest. Hehehe.

• Just realized a lot of homosexuals workout in my new gym. I recognized two or three off the bat - von Aschenbachs with mid-life crises tattoos, too tight 'muscle' shirts, overly preened facial hair, little boy Tadzio haircuts...y'know the type - and then I gradually realized I was receiving more than the typical number of casual hello's. Hmmm. Oh yeah: And some old dude was touching my foot in the steam room. I looked up to see him stroking his hard-on -- then split. Jesus faggot! Really! There is a time and place for everything. Like I would fuck someone in a legitimate gym! That shit happens only in porn and with porn stars. As the beautifully crude saying bluntly goes, Never shit where you eat. 

• There's a lot of casual cocaine use among Berlin queers. Very likely it's the same among heterosexuals but I work in a gay club and don't waste my money going out so I don't see the straight party people partying. How snow crosses all the way over here from Mexico, beats me. Maybe it's the stuff from Cambodia.... Either way it is STUPID. Drugs have a one-way street to doom and always win. Unless you're a genius like Hunter S. Thompson or Aldous Huxley or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle or Sigmund Freud, wherever is the appeal nowadays?? Genius functions on a scintilla of madness but, save for Thompson, the other three luminaries got wise and quit the junk because they realized it was fucking with their great minds. Thompson, on the other hand, loved to fuck with his mind.

• I'm starting to eat more fatty yogurts and cook more all-beef hamburgers after training in order to gain weight. I'm getting thin....  

• Few nights back someone took me on what turned out to be a tour of schwule Schoeneberg. Just one drink, he said. Yeah...one drink in four fetish bars. Ha! Now I know what the inside of those dives look like. Easily got my dick blown a few times. Oh and from the bar-hopping I got to spend the night - technically morning - with a young black Parisian. A writer. We had each other for nightcap -- literally. And breakfast. It would have made for a delectable porn shoot. Think we slept for three hours. I do hope he didn't miss his 10am flight home. Anyway I gave the boy quite the bon voyage.... Booyah! (pssst sorry, you won't find this tale in my upcoming travel book.) 

• XXX-star Kid Chocolate has indeed passed away. Thank you Kezster for sharing the following link Rawleatherdaddy.blogspot.com/2012/09/in-memoriam-javier-bravo-aka-kid.html  

A dream come true

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I once woke up next to a fellow go-go boy humping the bed in his sleep. I watched him for a while, thinking he was kidding around but, no, he was sound asleep! Since it looked like he was dreaming of something in particular I made a point of making that dream come true....

humping the sheets...is invitation enough for me!

So I scootched down and started caressing my tongue around his smooth, brown cheeks, smelling the freshness of un-fragranced skin, and then ran it through the ass crack over and over again until, at last, the boy began to stir awake and moan. I circled my tongue round the asshole more aggressively now, working him to arch that ass in the air and brace himself for a good-morning fucking.

By now his little pucker was all wet and shiny with saliva -- and breathing. I knew he was ready for dick! I straddled his booty and worked my head inside - a sweet sounding "Awe" eked from him - and drilled his little hole nice and slow, nice and slow...feeling the grip around my dick. We fucked for a good amount of time that morning amid muffled moans and, goddamn, did it feel good. His backside was wet with my sweat -- and, soon enough, my sticky cum.    

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. 

Mi cama es tu cama and tu culo es mi culo!... I tore at him like a sex starved fiend

I 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.

SEX FROM THE BEACH (Deus ex machina)

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Continued from “Exxxstasy”:

The booty call that rescued my dick from my insatiable good fuck buddy was from a girl I was talking to on the beach before my friend showed up. I gave her my number but, y’know, that means squat - no, less than squat - and I certainly didn’t expect to hear anything back so I surprised to get the back-to-back text msgs. Guess I didn’t respond fast enough - if only she knew! - because then she called.

Her pussy suddenly felt like a boy’s mouth

Imagine that, an actual phone call! After being on Gayromeo for a year I was a little startled by a live call instead of fielding (and blocking) endless text msgs (across the Pond they call them SMS which probably should stand for “some more shit”).

Not down with the whole sex-in-public-places fetish. But as a self-respecting man I could not pass up on getting laid

She met me outside of Plaza Coracol and we walked back to her place only her roommate was home and we couldn’t actually go into her place. I’m thinking, Then why the fuck did you call--? But I didn’t have to think for long. “We can do it down here,” she suggested. Outside?…neighbors?! “Sí, sí, no one can see us over there,” and she led me around the corner to an unfinished concrete terrace. There was only one apartment on this side of the building and its lights were on; I was horny, yes, but feeling…hesitant. Not down with the whole sex-in-public-places fetish. Unless I’m putting on a sex show. Hello! But as a self-respecting man I could not pass up on getting laid just because we had to do it outside.

We fucked doggy-style on the concrete next to the garbage cans - urban nature! - and it was probably appropriate since the bitch didn’t blow me. But, oomph, was she wet. Several things are whispering in the back of my mind: What if someone comes…what if the curtains move…maybe some jerk is capturing this on camera phone…why wasn’t garbage pick-up yesterday???? My tired dick got its fourth wind real quick…no thanks to her non blow-job. We were like dogs humping in the alley. She came without announcing it save for the quivering spasms of her body. Her pussy suddenly felt like a boy’s mouth. Omg, does that make me a fag?! Me? I didn’t bother with trying to cum and it was a good thing, too. No sooner had I tossed the condom and we straightened ourselves out did a man round the corner. He halted, visibly startled to see people. “Buenas noches,” we all exchanged and I made a show of having forgotten my cigarettes.

Whew! Good thing he caught us on our feet.     

  

Italian drama. Acts I- XXIX

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Maybe it's a given for a nation renown for operatic drama and the glamorous because when it comes to the mythical Italian stallion (and I stress 'mythical'): what you saw/heard ain't what you get. Only one - one! - out of maybe 27 contacts has come through...all the other sexcapades have been with other foreigners. So I stand by my critique. 

 Why stay at the computer when you can have the real thing??

Without fail the Internet responses I garner from Italian users involve two things and two things only:

└─► posso vedere foto xxx? (can I see a dick pic)

 &

└─► chatting a.k.a. wasting time  

I am ever amazed by people who deliberately waste their time on Earth online. Why stay at the damn computer when you can have the real thing?? It's like a full-time hobby to these losers.

Disgruntled fans and crazies

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Man, I get messages from disgruntled faggots all the time. They either wish they can be on Machofucker -- there are soooo many bottoms who want to get fucked!! -- or 'pretend' with me...except I like to do girls, I like to use condoms...and I likes to get paid. Hello!

Some locos answer my escort ad insisting on a free fuck "because they never pay for it" Wtf? Hahaha. Check out this pissed off guy who also demanded bareback (I blocked his crazy ass):

nein möchte kein bare sex! nicht wie in deinen filmen wo du bare fickst.

Oh those Germans!

I'm your private dancer

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That's me all right! Looking hot as fuck -- as always -- for a private strip gig. I usually don't allow pictures...but I'm starting to loosen up.

I fucked a puta in Spain

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Last weekend I was in Spain. No, señor, not for the Circuit circus. Never for that faggot shit. I suppose there were cum gooey loads of sex and drugs to be had but none for me, gracias. Something about redundancy and excess kills my hormones; and, anyway, it's not my scene. And because Circuit was in town I didn't even go to the saunas. 

That's what didn't happen in Barcelona. 

each thrust was pelvis deep, slow and furious

Here's what did happen in Madrid:

I stayed in the Gran Via area which just so happens to be whore central. Who knew? The prostitutes work their trade out in the open square day and night. And, man, those bitches are aggressive. They come on strong. Nothing coy doing. One even grabbed for my dick in plain view of everyone. Whoa! After the second night I was really pent up but didn't want to jack off because so much pussy was for the taking BUT I've had regrettable experiences with prostitutes so I did not want to do it, BUT I was so fucking horny. And I love big titties. I am obsessed with big ass breasts. So...I fucked her. 

She had true big tits (I could tell it wasn't a wonder bra) and the price was probably cool but I still Jew'd her down 20€ anyway because, hello, she's a fucking whore and I hate women. We walked over to this 1/8 star hotel, entered this dingy, overly perfumed room, got naked and buck wild. Can you believe she didn't want to blow me...unless I paid an extra 20€?! Oh okay. Screw that. When I'm doing a video (or a client) I care about whether I go too hard; not so with her. "Hard as hell" is an understatement. I stayed in the pussy but each thrust was pelvis deep, slow and furious. When my hand wasn't covering her mouth it was busy gripping one of those fat caramel titties. I even think she started to like it after about ten minutes but, y'know, who cares?

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I pulled out at 30mins without cumming and stood in front of the fan to dry off...I sweat sooooo much. Then started dressing. It was a good 30mins for me -- she didn't run off with my money or smell like fish! -- but she did surprise me with, "Que, no leche baby?" What, no cum? I almost answered something hurtful but just grinned and replied, "No. No leche para ti."