The Cum is on the Floor

The cum is on the floor.  I got reunited with a fuckbud this weekend and he fucked my ass just like old times, and it was even better because he had stored up a few days of his poz jism and gave me a generous deposit after some extended stroking...yeah, even better because this load was just as big as he had promised, unlike the old times when he took care of my ass on a weekly basis, and it was great, but oh yeah, this time it was even better.  Like most bottoms, I want to keep that load up in there for as long as possible, with my buttwalls absorbing all that toxic juice, sending it to every corner of my deserving bod.  But also like most bottoms, just thinkin,. about all that cum up there, keeps me restless and horny as hell.

Something had to be done, as there is nothing like a restless fagwhore; we just can't concentrate on anything except gettin' more dick up our asses.  At times like these, I have learned to rely on local sexcare givers for psychological and physical support.  These lovely boys can be at your disposal for cabfare and lunch money, and so what if it sets us back a couple of Franklins?  So a local caregiver came right over and delivered his much desired and needed care, and another generous deposit.

Well, I know this can't go on ad infinitum, after all I ain't Ryan Cummings, you know...but I did keep these loads up my ass through the night, and upon waking the next morning, I was still restless and horny as hell.  But since I couldn't afford cabfare and lunch money for another caregiver, I'd  have to fall back on Mrs. Fist and her five daughters, as their services are free for the taking.  So in getting ready,  I took a squat on the hardwood floor and shat out a copious blob of natural lube that had marinated all night.  I mean, a big fat wad of gorgeous, deadly squat.  I couldn't touch it, it was so beautiful.  It is so beautiful.  It's still there.  The cum is on the floor.

Treasure Island Media's Fuckholes 3 Ups the Ante

Greetings, men, it has been a while since my last post and for that I apologize, but if I had blogged about my sexlife during these past weeks, this blog would have turned into an escort review blog, which never was the intent.  Yes, lads, I have been commissioning the services of professionals, and the changes have been significant and that is the subject for another time.  In the meantime, I have been selling old porn and buying new porn, and that brings us to Treasure Island Media' latest, Fuckholes 3 which continues the pattern set by Fuckholes 1 and 2,  and also breaks some startingly new ground.

When I travel, I always take along some of my favorite dvds, which I rely upon as background to my sex romps and/or to rev up my own libido.  I always include the best bareback video of all time, 'Cumsloppy Buttholes,' the Paul Morris masterpiece.  I usually pack 'Meat Rack' and 'Meat Packing' also by TIM (warm weather, outdoor sex, Jerek), and 'World's Hungriest Cumhole Contest' and the video depicting Kenboy's hiv conversion, 'Birthday Fuck Party' (?), these last two by Hot Desert Knights, and maybe Knightbreeders' 'The Best of Damien Silver' ...but...above all, Treasure Island Media's 'Fuckholes' and sequel 'Fuckholes 2.'

The 'Fuckholes' schtick was that the tops and bottoms did not formerly know each other.  That in itself was a major turn-on, even if it wasn't quite true all of the time.  These were videos that you didn't fast forward.  Each scene was distinctive, and up to now, one would have thought all bases had been covered.  'Fuckholes 3' proves that was not the case, for there's a lot of new stuff I never quite considered as porn materials.  I know better know.

Fuckholes 3 opens with a Ryan Cummings gangbang, and here is the main reason why I ordered the dvd via mail order and didn't wait to buy it in the store: I couldn't wait to get my hands on it...Ryan Cummings, the hottest multi-cumming hole in the business had been brought into the Treasure Island family, just as I had blogged about earlier this year.  Ryan is the most intense bottom around, so you are not a weak sister if you find you must take him in short doses.  I think maybe TIM agrees: Ryan takes only 10 loads in this opening sequence, and also injects 110 loads up his ass to be fucked out by the biohazard tattoo guy, fabulous Tony Bishop.  The loads must have been filtered, because they look as pure as Perrier.  My collections when defrosted look murky yellow and scummy.  As for the stench, ah...yes.  I think a Ryan Cummings dvd, in the manner of Dawson, is the next logical development.  I can't wait for that.

The hardest, stiffest top in the business Rob Yaeger fucks transgendered Sami Price.  I don't wish Sami any ill will, and I thank Max Sohl for expanding the discussion, but...well, you know...I was kinda hopin' the roles would be reversed: with a butch bottom getting pumped by a big black TG, although a drag queen top might have been good enough.  I think we'll see more of this, I surely hope so.

If Siouxsie Q had been banged by a gang of rapacious queers, that would have been something, but these guys are all straight.  At the right time, I might have enjoyed it more, but I'm still having trouble with girly voices in porn.  I used to mute straight porn so I wouldn't have to listen to those femmy squeals.  My experience is that women don't talk during sex; however, whores do, inspired by bad porn.

Rocco Steele fans (count me in), Lukas Cipriani fans (uhm, maybe, don't know yet), and Tommy Delucca followers...will love this vid.  Tommy looks all of 28, and he's been in porn for what(?)...maybe...10 years?  He's matured nicely, see for yourself, buy this video.  The other guys are mostly new to me, so I still have to imagine my own fantasies involving them, which means nothing to anyone but me.  I didn't know Dane Ford (Fuckholes) or Taylor Means (Fuckholes 2), and now they are among my favorite bottoms of all time.  Fuckholes 3 will definitely be along for the ride on my next trip to the desert.  Buy it!

Drivin' the Chariot: Fisting Two Hot Asses at Once

I'm a quick sketch; I'm in the Civic Center Motor Lodge for another sexual encounter, fisting this time and I can see right away that my job is to hold steady while these two possessed sex-driven crazy ass bottoms ride my arms in some bronco busting action that keeps me, a top...the top...in a suspended, awed state of submission.  Don't talk to me about power bottoms.  This is beyond power bottoms...this is uncharted territory for me, and frankly, gents, there are times where I can get a little scared...maybe this would be one of them.

Take a straight-looking businessman by day, and put him in a fabulously old school, semi-seedy motel just blocks from the very grand San Francisco City Hall, and you might guess that he'd take my extended arm all the way to the elbow in one sleazy slide and then work his hole like a pumperjack.  A stocky guy but graceful with each stroke, all the way in, and then he'd let up, until very nearly out.  I'm on the bed and on my back...this is the maybe only way this can be done, and by the way, the view is great.

Meanwhile, on my other arm is another power bottom whose approach is totally different...how about a hole that sucks up an arm like a python sucks up an alligator? Ah, slowly but firmly, completely, finally,silently.  The hardest job was giving each man his due, these two different styles could make an unwieldy chariot, but I think I did OK.  I'm so lookin' forward to the next time.  And by the way, anybody out there the wee bit interested, you can find out more about me on Asspig, or Barebackrt, or Adam4Adam (San Francisco/Civic Center)...just start with billytwee.  Any pair of bottoms wanting a chariot ride, now knows how to find out more.

Ryan Cummings: Multi-Cumming Man Cunt Star Needs His Close-Up

Xtube, video performer and producer Ryan Cummings is a freak.  In a good way, of course...at least, I want to think so.  Ryan's manpussy is blessed (?) by an extraordinary quantity of nerve endings along those sugar walls resulting in waves of multiple orgasms that keep this handsome dude on the edge throughout the most ordinary of fuckings. There is no reason to doubt him; you can see for yourself as he's posted some generous clips on Xtube; just start with ryancummings.  His blessing or curse - and I say 'curse' because I doubt many of us could survive such pleasure - must be something similar to vaginal orgasms, which I have heard described as waves, or ripples of orgasms, an ebbing and flowing but continuous sensation.  Quite different from a spurting moneyshot.

Ryan is a Superstar in the making, and he needs only a better outlet.  He has done some work for Bad Seed Media, including a video of his gangbang at a recent IML, but I can't locate a supposed dvd version, and since I can't find it, I'd like to communicate with anybody who has.  Ryan's also done some work through other channels, performing separately with poz faves Jessy Karson and Logan Stevens in a flip scene.  Another xtube contributor, KidSatyr, the former Mindspring of googleblogspot, has uploaded his two scenes with Ryan, with a poz injection and buttloads of cum.

I suspect Ryan wants to call his own shots, but if he can work something out with Treasure Island Media or SlutMachine, this guy could become really...uhm...famous.  I haven't met this high flying Canadian - he is also known as flyinryan, but we've chatted and he sounds like a nice, serious guy.  As for that IML video (or was it MAL?), I'm still lookin'.

What Blatino Oasis Is Not

It just so happened that I was in Palm Springs the same weekend as Blatino Oasis, so naturally I went down valley to the Cathedral City Boys Club to check it out.  I had seen videos on xtube that made it look irresistible to me: scores of handsome black men, appropriately scantily garbed, lotsa drinks, laughs, strip shows, live sex shows and dj's around the clock...the relentless hot sun of the desert...what's not to like?  Actually, I was looking forward to what went on after the sun went down.
Now I know: not much.  If you, like me, were expecting some sort of back room you'd find at The Black Party, a situation where no hole goes unplugged, you'd be as disappointed as I am.  No such thing at the Blatino Oasis I was at.

The set-up at CCBC is a cluster of small cabins, each one easily accessible to the next, that seems to encourage all those looky-loos who just go from one to the next, door slamming, and similar heads poking around, those voyaging voyeurs.  One cute white boy legs up in the sling was totally ignored for more than hour.  I oughta know: I was in the sling opposite the whole time.  I stayed a little longer and I was as good as ignored, a couple of buttslaps and some finger probes, but no black cock interested in slamming one of the biggest holes in the desert.

The crowd that Sunday morning (I checked in around 1:30) was young, social and into silly playacting...without any real black studs into fucking.

My suggestion to CCBC: turn down the lights, way too much light in those sexshacks.

Back Alley Blowjob for Chump Change

I'm not a great cocksucker.  I don't live to suck cock although I respect those men who need to suck cock, especially those so driven that they jeopardize reputation, family and career to suck cock.  The media pages are jammed with Republican cocksuckers self-destructing over the promise of dick.  But speaking for myself, I'm not one to prowl the streets looking for cock.

But -
when a slender latin, standing between two parked cars in one those dark side alleys of San Francisco, waves an erect dick in your direction, and it's 6 a.m. and no one else around, does one have to think for an instant about what to do?

I'm not a great cocksucker.  I don't know how to suck cock all that well because I've never cared all that much about it, being the analist that I am.  But I did adapt right off to this guy's style, which is to thrust violently.  The cocksucker's job in this case is to keep his own teeth out of the way.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, shove, shove, in and out.  Strong, blunt, fast. Then-
jingle, jingle, jingle.  Yeah, the fucker's pockets were full of loose change, and it was jangling with every thrust.

Thrust, slam, boff, in and out.  Jingle, jingle, jingle.  Yeah, it was hard not to laugh, which would have been impossible anyway since my mouth was full of hot latin dick,  Then-
there was a streaking flash of a car's headlights as it slowly trolled the alley.  Golden boy lost it all, the bravado and the erection.  He zipped up and beat it into the shadows.  In a New York minute.

An old Monte Carlo rolled past and turned at the corner.

No cum shot here.

Looking down on the pavement, I saw the remains: quarters, nickels, dimes and pennies all scattered about, fucked out of his pockets, I guess.  Well, hell, I scooped them all up: $1.79.

$1.79, not much...Even the trannies in split hot pants do better than that.  End of discussion: I'm the makes me the cheapest whore in San Francisco.  The Buck Seventy Nine Whore.

Billy Twee's House of Sin

Here's an apology to all you guys, who have diligently read my posts, for the lengthy intermission since my last contribution to this blog.  No, I was not in the hospital, nor was I in jail. Here's what's been going on: I've been completely immersed in real estate transactions; selling properties, paying off all my bills, taking care of other fiscal obligations.  Then there was the process of finding a place where I could someday retire, but that meant a place that wasn't going to eat up my last dollar.  And then, get a new loan.  And then, etc., etc., etc.  It took some doin' but the deal closed!

Well, Billy Twee has found his place in the sun, quite literally...in the Colorado Desert, the Coachella Valley of Southern California, where the days are hot and the nights are warm, most of the year. Yeah, I've finally bought the place in Palm Springs, something I've wanted ever since I hit the bareback party circuit masterminded by John Singleton and the late Bill Gardner of Hot Desert Knights...ah, going back 15 years.  Yes, indeed, it was April of 2000 when I first had this dream.

You latter-day-sinners wouldn't believe those parties.  It was an airplane hanger-sized venue, with heavy black ceiling-to floor draperies (were they leather?  I can't recall) closing off play areas, a row of 6 or 7 slings, a fuck bench or two, cages, and a St. Andrew's cross (why St. Andrew, I've gotta ask...what happened to him? the Romans must have flogged him), a piss area with a couple of old tubs and a massive leather upholstered raised platform for hot fucking that could be observed at standing eye level.  And most important, appropriate lighting, with just the right amount of shade and shadow.  My first time, I had the time of my life, taking pornstar dick - the HDK studs were usually there, that's how local the bareback scene was in those days - and experimenting with a teensy bit of crystal (me, maybe the pornstars, too).  I was so stoked after this night of raunchy sex, I got into my car...it was about 4 a.m. and they were kicking us out...and drove the 400 plus miles to San Francisco straightaway, all the while thinking I gotta get a piece of this and I think I can!

Well, it took a while, but I've done it, not that I could ever replicate those hot desert (k)nights...but I can try.  For once in my life, I have room, I have privacy, and I have the wherewithal, the friends and contacts, and the media, and at least for now, the physical capacity.  And for the first time ever, ever, I can host at will.

So watch this space because I intend to host fisting parties, escorts, outdoor fucking in the hot, dry night under that incredible desert sky, and most important, I'm gonna give back to all the friends in Palm Springs, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Sacramento, Las Vegas, New York and Florida who have been so nice to me over the years.

You guys gotta understand, now I can be as loud and as messy as I want, and so can you!