Butt Gymnastics

It is said that if one is a good dancer, he is probably good in bed.  And a good dancer also knows how to follow...and I consider myself a good follower.  Needless to say, I'm also a good dancer.  The daddy who fucked me inside, outside, downside and up, definitely knows his game and was easy to follow. A good bottom does what the top wants, and an experienced bottom just knows how to flow...especially when following a good top.

Most of my adventures lately have involved models.  While I don't mean to suggest that the sex is routine, but it has become...ritualized.  The computer and cell phone are involved, cab fare is on the table, it's butt up, pump, dump, and thanks, see ya.  I live in a tiny studio so it just works out best this way.  When I got to daddy's loft South of Market, there was a lot of space and we took advantage of it.

During a relatively long session, daddy twisted me like a pretzel, gently and I followed...any way he wanted me...sidesaddle...reverse this, reverse that...scissor style...and his dick never slipped out....in a masterful fuck, controlling, dominating in an assured way rather than the usual pistonfuck.  I just went along with his moves, it was great, a real workout...at one time, the inside bend of my knee was around his neck...while his dick was deep in my ass.  The last part was the familiar missionary, but intense...we were in direct eye-to-eye contact, as he shot a poz load deep into the hinter reaches of my gut.  Ah......nice.

I had met daddy in Palm Springs and later in a sling at a Polk Street fuck motel, but these were group fisting sessions, so we talked about meeting up one-on-one, since we're fairly close to one another here in the City.  There's a lot of such communication in the gay sex universe, but we finally made it happen.  Am so looking forward to next time.

My Fuck Motel : Cheap Ass Hollywood Fucking - Part One

Men, I spent a fabulous couple of days in gay Loz Angeleez, and now that it's over, I can say that I feel completely qualified for the lower rungs of those many levels of Hell.  I was pretty trashy trolling for sex online, getting fucked at all hours by people I don't even fuckin' know.  Yeah, it was great. 

Sex does come with real estate.  I don't dig sex in alleys, by garbage dumpsters, in cars or in public places.  Those are all great areas for pissin' but no, I really don't like having sex with my clothes on.

But for my last trip to LA, I found a great motel on Sunset Blvd. with a parking space just a few feet...literally...from my door, and without the officious, uptight security that sometimes turns into a cock withering dealbreaker.  And no, it isn't the fabled Dunes, which has become famous for anonymous pump and dumps among horny Angelenos.  The Dunes will cost about $125 for a room, and my place goes for half that. 

But hot real estate doesn't make for a sure thing.  Of course I went online...complimentary wi-fi, thank you...to my favorite hookup site Barebackrt, and got the usual mix of hot prospects, bullshitters, timewasters and Chatty Matties.  LA is awash in bullshit, but you knew that already.  Now mind you, this was a business trip, so I had to plan around business affairs, but the convenience of My Fuck Motel meant I didn't have to waste hours on LA's notorious freeways.  I spent way too much time trying to connect with this hot black daddy, and I actually thought it was a no-go, but more on that later.  For most of the night, I just wrote him off...he was texting me too much, a true sign of a chronic and habitual bullshit artist.

Finally, out of nowhere, I connected with a very tall youngish poz daddy on his way to work.  My set up was on the first floor, street level, and I was able to leave the door open a crack, and it was basically anonymous, although we had communicated online.  He was dressed for work.  I was on the bed on all fours, feeling spectacularly slutty after a night of tease.  What I got was a steady, measured, efficient fuck lasting about 5 minutes and resulting with a hot poz load deposited deep in my butthole.  I use the word 'efficient' and that's not a sexy word...but I do mean this guy knew how to fuck and get off, and that's what these anonymous online hookups are all about.  I was maybe a little disappointed when he first stripped and exposed his relaxed toolkit, but with a little bit of oral action, we got him up and ready.  My butt really loved this dick...it was the just right length and thickness for a pleasurable wake up call.  And when I say 'efficient,' well that was it to the very end.  When finished, he zipped up and was out of there, but not before remarking he'd like to meet up again, and maybe with some of his friends.  Ah, well, yeah, hell yeah...but who knows.  But for now, it was just what I needed.  But the day wasn't over...there's ,more with Part Two.

Hot Daddy Dumps Poz Load in a Quick Fuck

We often read from men who abhor the Chatty Cathies of the wireless world...'not here to chat' is a succinct message to all those timid creatures who blow big on the internet and much less so in reality. These characters get off on anxious adrenalin rushes and not so much on fucking, trading e-mails ad infinitum without the intention of fucking, and are perfectly satisfied to play that game. Those of us seeking real sex just wish they'd set up their website so they can Chatter Away with others of like temperment...maybe ChattyPatty.com. But... it's we don't have to dream the 15 minute hook-up among the men who get real and get down. Sometimes they really do happen. I'm in my favorite wireless access coffee shop in downtown Palm Springs with a cleaned out hole and a horned up attitude, post my intention to get fucked right now and then am genuinely surprised when I get three responses within the first five minutes. It's about 10 in the morning on a Wednesday, a ripe time to get fucked maybe only in Palm Springs. Naturally, I answer all e-mails as a matter of principle...yeah, even the Chatty Cathies...but naturally I'm going with the closest one. This turns out to be a mobile home in a park about a three minute drive away. The top texts me clear directions, while I'm starting up the engine...Kesha comes on the radio...before Kesha is finished, I'm on his bed and on my back getting drilled by a nice, stubby, thick cock. I love missionary style because I can make and hold eye contact and by now I'm an expert at reading faces and I love it when our eyes lock...it's all a matter of concentration. This top daddy then blasts a nice big load up my worked out hole. He took a quick image shot with his cell phone, which I can e-mail to anyone who's interested, but which I'm too dumb to figure out how to publish on this blog. It's all quick and intense and great, and when it's over, it's over. Not much apres sexchat here. We'll hook up with this Dad again, but for right now, it's over so I get the hell out. I get back to my car and the coffee is still warm. I get back to the coffee house and the same people who were there are still there and the seat I vacated, is still vacant. And I went right back online to check out what could be next. Only this time, there's a fresh poz load warming up my manhole.