A Man's Man: Big Dicked Prince Albert and Balls of Leather

Sometimes in all comes together, and when it does, it's always a surprise...and so much the better.  Let's start with a handsome man: tall with curly dark hair, a manly face, and the sturdy, fleshy build much favored by Italian Renaissance painters, and then a plump, delectable dick...a real Michelangelo classical dick, slightly curving, with a nice round head.  I know...Michelangelo's dicks were all uncut...but don't mess it up for me.  A nice fat dick.  And with a thick Prince Albert, maybe a 4 or 6 gauge in the barbell style...big enough to show some sparkle even in a dimly lit room.  A man's man with a fat dick, a sexy piercing and protruding...ah, definitely swaying...gigantic balls hanging like a couple of over-ripe fruits.

I enjoy vacuum-pumping as much as the next guy, and I work out a little every day, just long enough to plumping up before going out.  And while I do have the extra-super large cylinder for ball pumping, I just haven't got into that area.  So, I ask those in the know: does pumping up the scrotum have any effect on the texture of one's balls?  I ask because this dude's balls were like leather, ruffed up, clutchable, and I would have played with them more if that had been the reason for his presence here.  He was here to fill and drill my ass, which he fulfilled with all the force, confidence and control of a man's man.

There is male to male action and there is man to man action; they are different things.  This man's man put this man in his place, to be sure.  There was only one thing, though: when getting thoroughly roughfucked, I love to feel the slap of a man's man's big balls against my ass.  In the case of leather balls, they're so fuckin' heavy, they don't slap, but rather they just sort of shake.  I know I just should end this right now...forget the slappin' balls, this was another great fuck for the annals of anal.

Necessary Roughfucking

Every self-respecting bottom needs to get roughfucked every so often. About once every six months, at the least. It keeps him on his mettle. When a top talks about 'long and slow' sessions, I want to get myself loose from that guy and right away, too. Suggestions of passion or tenderness, or god forbid, romance, are enough to chill my fire. I like it vigorous, athletic, spirited and hard. Maybe I need to get roughfucked more than the average bottom. Among the couple hundred tops who have fucked me in the past 12 months, only three have been roughfuckers. One is my fuckbud who gives it to me on regular basis (praise the Lord!), another is a certain Latin toppozfuckr down in the desert and whom I've blogged about, and the third worked me over last Friday night. A roughfucktop grabs the bottom without the slightest bit of gentleness and puts him where he wants him. He doesn't talk much, nor should he...the most I want to hear is...maybe...'fuckin' hot ass!' While I've commented on the various fuckstyles of the men who've fucked me, I can say that all three roughfucktops fucked in the same way. Oh, they'll go through all the various positions and that's all great, but when they're driving a load home, what they do is, first, put you flat on your stomach, two, put your legs as close together but still allowing himself to get his dick up your ass, and three, pin your arms and/or shoulders down, putting most of his weight on the upper half of your body, giving him plenty of room for full throttle thrusting. This is the best type of fucking, and the bottom has to concentrate and not lose the beat. This is what makes a true power bottom: he never loses the beat, he knows when to lead and when to follow. And with necessary roughfucking, the bottom follows. Even the most confident power bottom gives way to a roughfucker. Problem is, I doubt any body, even the most dedicated and effective bottom, can afford to get roughfucked night after night. That's what makes roughfucking so special and wonderful when you're lucky enough to get it. So, to 'Goliath'...any studly built top with hair down to his shoulders is 'Goliath' in my book...thanks for the roughfuck which I so desperately needed last Friday night. Hope to see you...in six months, but I wish I could call you whenever...necessary.