Tuesday, June 17, 2008

The Show Must Go On

Football season is over and so are the NHL playoffs so I have a little extra time on my hands to work at what I do here. I guess I could talk about things that have happened since I've last posted, like the time...

My boyfriend was fucking me for quite a while in like every position imaginable, well except for one. I like to sit on it sometimes but my boyfriend doesn't really like to do it that way because he says he doesn't have enough control. He's like a hardcore top and he likes to have complete control of the ass he's fucking and believe me, I'm completely fine with that. Anyhow he had been fucking me for about 45 minutes which is sort of out of charater for us because usually after about 10 or 15 minutes we're both done. I think from time to time it's beneficial for the masculine, muscular, semi-hairy male to take a nice long plowing from his boyfriend. It makes you both feel like big, sweaty men, well, more so than you normally do. Anyhow, we were going at it and he pulls his cock out of my ass and gets off the bed and gets a dildo out of the drawer and put some lube on it and started rubbing my hole with the head and started working it into my ass.













The cub gets kind of greedy with these sorts of things and what I mean by that is, when it comes to buying dildos and sex toys, not that I have bought that many of them mind you, I want the biggest or the best. Some have been satisfying and some dissappointing, like the Aneros prostate stimulator. It sounded like a really good idea but once I got it and read the instuctions that state using it for a couple of hours will bring about intense and lengthy orgasms I sort of felt let down. OK so maybe I'm overly fascinated with instant gratification but who the hell has time to lay around for several hours with a $65.00 butt plug up their ass. I'm not Samantha Jones for God's sake.

Anyhow when it comes to dildos I always go with the idea that bigger is better even though in reality it might mean that bigger isn't necessarily going to fit where you want to put it. And that was kind of the case with the dildo he chose. But we kept at it and he said "fuck yourself with this". I took the dildo and kept working it further and further into my ass as he got up on the bed and jerked himself off while he watched me. I got it most of the way in and started working it in and out, it felt really good but at the same time almost like it was too big. The cub has an incredibly tight little hole, at least that's what I have been told, and perhaps there are somethings that just aren't going to fit in there regardless. I guess my response to the pleasure and slight pain was all it took because the next thing I knew I was hit in the face with some hot man juice, and then on my chest and then my shoulder and so on.

But I think I'd rather stick to the here and now because that was sort of a long time ago.

When it comes to men, I've always been attracted to the more masculine and I guess what you would call "straight acting" guys. Don't get me wrong, I love the flaming, femme queens and they are great fun at parties but they are not the sort of man I am drawn to sexually. Sometimes though, it is difficult for even the most masculine gay men, like my boyfriend and I, not to out themselves in some situations. This was never more apparent to me than after something that happened the other day.

My boyfriend and I went to the movies and we were seeing Ironman because, I mean come on, just the name itself makes it sound like the it's the perfect movie for the masculine, muscular semi-hairy male. So anyhow, before the movie, during the previews, the credits were rolling for some unfortunate looking new film. It was all quite unmemorable except for 1 name in the credits. At the same time my boyfriend and I both exclaimed "Betty Buckley!" And then we just laughed and laughed as my boyfriend remarked that we probably just tagged ourselves to the entire audience. Shortly after this, the couple who were sitting in front of us quietly got up and moved a couple of rows away which, to me, makes the whole thing even more amusing.
I guess whatever your defenition of a man or masculinity is doesn't really matter because either way there is something about broadway star name recognition that goes hand in hand with spending the afternoon teabagging your boyfriend's balls while he jerks off.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Badges, Belts, Muscles and Man-Guns

The cub is a law abiding citizen and has always had a great respect for the police. It most likely stems from his attraction to authority figures, especially if those authority figures happen to be male and wearing a uniform. Recently I happened to be at one of the local court houses taking care of some business. While I was there I could not help but to notice the constant stream of police men coming in and out of the place. The variety of officers is what caught my attention the most. Some were completely in uniform others were just in t-shirts and pants. Some were short, some were tall. Some were really fit, some average and others looked like they had their share of the dounuts. There were several similarities they all shared besides the black boots and belts though. As far as upper body goes, they were all built solid, with bulging biceps and pectorals, which I imagined were a result of regular training and workouts at the police academy gym. They all had military crewcuts. As for the lower body, those flat front, police issue uniform pants make it virtually impossible to hide the fact that they are covering a penis and a pair of testicles and firm muscular thighs. My mind has a tendency to wander when it comes to such things so I began to think about the process of how all of these parts of the man were inspected on a regular basis at routine physical exams. As I took it all in I began to think that perhaps I had stepped into some type of alternate reality, a living heaven of sorts.

I couln't help but to think that out of all of these uniformed men there had to be at least 2 or possibly 3 who just might be interested in heading down to the lock-up and seeing what could happen between a couple of men in such a place. I imagine that enforcing the law is a pretty high stress job so it makes sense to me that if the pressures of that job were balanced with a little "release" on a regular basis there might be a marked improvement in the performance of our police force.
I theorize that a little bit of man to man release in the lock-up could possibly serve to eliminate some of the ugly things, like police brutality and racial profiling, that are sometimes associated with the police and tarnish their good name and are probably a result of the unchecked stress of the job. Getting worked over by couple of cops in a holding cell or an interrogation room would be hot and I would be more than willing to stop by the courthouse as often as necessary to take care of such things, in fact The Cub would consider it his civic duty.

There have been times that my boyfriend has shown me what the long arm of the law feels like. Sometimes he will just bend me over the bed and smack my ass until it's red and hot and then he'll shove his cock into my ass and fuck me until he pops his load onto my back. In this sort of scenario aggression plays a pretty big part and I think it is important to have a way to regularly release that agression that is healthy and safe for all. It's when it gets bottled up for too long that problems start.
The aggressive, rough sex can be a real workout as well. There have been many times that afterward I felt like I just had a workout at the gym. And speaking of which, I recently found myself scoping out this guy at the gym. He is, like myself, a hot little cub. We are about the same height and weight and his hair is buzzed. He has nice muscular legs, evenly covered with light brown hair. He's a little stocky but solid which is hot. I think his name is Kevin or something and he drives a pick-up truck which sort of adds to my impression of his masculinity. I've noticed him checking me out as I've been doing the same to him and I believe at some point he will engage me in a conversation and we will discover our commonalities. This will lead us to the mat room where we will practice wrestling moves on each other and partake of a little playing and rough housing, the sort of things 2 cubs in the wild would do. The tent that he has pitched in his black nylon gym shorts is a clear indication that we are on the same page with what is going to happen. We head to the locker room and admire each other in our jocks before stripping completely and hitting the showers and sauna. All locker room fantasies aside, my goal of course in this situation will be to get him home for a 3-way with my boyfriend. During which I imagine at some point he would tell me that he wants me to fuck him. I know that you are probably thinking that such a thing is out of character for me but you should know that even though The Cub is pretty much portrayed here as a voracious bottom, he does have some experience with being a top. I've given it to my boyfriend on ocassion and I've had previous relationships where there has been some flip-flopping. I guess in reality I would consider myself versatile because I don't want to be pigeonholed into only one position.

My previous relationship, which was several years ago was with a guy who was also a cub like myself. It wasn't really a serious relationship we were more or less just fuck-buddies which is cool. When the masculine, muscular, semi-hairy male is not giving it up in a serious relationship it's still important that he gets some man to man action from time to time and a fuck-buddy is the perfect solution. Anyhow this guy loved to fuck but what he loved even more than fucking was eating my ass. He would go at it for quite a while and I of course had no complaints about that. He had big heavy balls, his cock was average length but it was really thick so along with the ass eating we used quite a bit of lube so when we fucked it usually ended up being really wet and a little messy which is hot. One other thing he would do which you see in porn from time to time that is a huge turn on for me is he would eat my ass and then start fucking me and then pull his cock out and go back down and eat my ass some more. That is totally hot but also sort of like playing with fire depending on whose ass it is. The Cub knows how to be good and clean so I don't think he ever got any surprises. He would just say "tastes like a man". He was never one to put a towel down either, if it was going to be a sloppy fuck he wanted it left behind, he said he liked sleeping in it. Which is sort of one of those things that sounds hot but in retrospect after the moment has passed you might feel different about it.
Sort of like if you pick up the blue collar "straight" guy who is looking for a quick afternoon fuck. Getting fucked by a blue collar dominant top can be intensly exciting because just knowing that the blue collar dominant top is giving it to you and taking what he wants is usually enough for the submissive bottom to get himself off. The thing is after it's all over and you survey the situation it might not seem that hot anymore and you may be inclined to think something like "ok that was great but you can go back to your forklift or lawnmower now". The same sort of thing took place with my boyfriend the other day. He came home from being away for a couple of days and he said "let's make out" so we did because masculine, muscular, semi-hairy men who are really into each other should make out sometimes. Making out turned into being on the bed naked with 2 big erect mancocks. He got out the lube and started playing with my dick and balls. I said "I'm not ready to get fucked right now" assuming that was the direction this was going in and he said "that's ok we don't have to fuck". I was sort of taken by surprise by this because I was expecting him to say something like "Don't you ever tell me you're not ready to get fucked boy, now get that ass up here." Who knew? So I just lay back, relaxed and let him jerk me off. After I came he started jerking himself off and he decided that he wanted me to tell him about my experiences getting fucked by another guy. So I jumped right in talking about my fuck-buddy relationship. Somewhere around the point where I said something like "he pushed the head of his thick, lubed cock into my slick, glistening pucker and despite the resistance from the tightness of my hole he slid in, balls deep and started riding my man ass, his heavy, sweaty testicles slapping against me with each penetrating thrust" my boyfriend closed his eyes and started jerking his cock with short and fast strokes so I knew I put him over the edge. But no sooner did the last spurt of jizz land on his muscular abdomen did he start yelling "You whore! Shut up! I don't want to hear this! Why are you telling me this?" Boy did we get a laugh out if that. We're still laughing about it today. The Cub enjoys a sense of humor as much as he enjoys a nice cock and making out with his boyfriend.

Friday, October 5, 2007

The ripple that hesitation creates could cost you the game

Fall is the Cub's favorite time of year. The Summer is great but when Autumn arrives and the air gets a little cooler the Cub is just a little more comfortable. Autumn is also the Cub's favorite time of year because it's football season. The Cub is a big football fan and he has his favorite team, but he pretty much likes watching any football game, especially if any of the teams happen to be wearing white football pants. The thing about football that draws me to it is that the whole thing is pretty much about men. I think it is difficult for a person who is really into masculine, athletic, muscular, sweaty men in tight pants to look the other way when a football game is going on. The Cub has found on several occasions that a football game can be even more arousing than porno. And besides that how could anyone, especially the virile, in shape, masculine gay male not be amused by reading a headline that says "Packers top Bears"


























My conclusion here is that the white football pants are the way to go. And I'm not going to lie, The Cub loves spotting a visible penis line from time to time.















The Cub and his boyfriend have been know to throw the football around on occasion. Sometimes at the park, sometimes at the beach. We aren't great at it but it's fun and it's a good opportunity for some male bonding.








I think it is beneficial for the masculine, muscular, semi-hairy male to sometimes share some physical bonding that doesn't necessarily include anal penetration and seminal ejaculate. It is important for a man to experience and share that team spirit that comes with playing football, especially if it might introduce the opportunity for him to get double teamed in the locker room afterward.





























I would imagine that after most straight guys spend an afternoon playing football they probably go to a bar, have a beer, perhaps head home have a cookout and drink a beer or 2. But you know, after we play football, my boyfriend and I usually just go home and fuck because playing sports is hot. All of that manly physical activity can really prod the sexual arousal stimuli and it's just silly to deny your body's natural urges. In our game the Cub usually plays tight end or wide receiver, my boyfriend is quarterback and like most well hung quarterbacks, he calls the plays. As you would guess the most common play in our gamebook is go deep and The Cub likes go deep.

If you aren't really familiar with the game, The Cub can give you his take on the major players.


First is the quarterback. He is usually considered the team leader or captain. It is essential that the player in this position has a large penis and big heavy nutsack so when he walks around the locker room without a towel his dominance and leadership is understood. It is completely acceptable for the player in this position to be a hot "dumb jock" type of guy. This is perfectly fine because, he's not defining government policy, he just needs to be able to control the grip of his big muscular hands around that ball and place his big man fingers between the laces at the proper place in order to get the job done. He can adjust his cup between plays, towel off, spit, slap fellow players jockstrapped asses, whatever he wants to. From where the Cub stands it's all good, who doesn't like the hot dumb jock.

Next is the linebacker bear. His job, for the most part is to protect the "dumb jock" quarterback and allow him to get his job done. The linebacker is big and intimidating and did I mention hot. His dominance is understood and anyone who is not looking to get conquered should stay away. The linebacker is the Cub's type of man. He is big, aggressive and will force you into submission however he pleases. I think that as part of a practice regimen many team members are required to submit to the linebacker. Linebackers are highly aggressive and are seemingly in constant need of release. For the players who submit, it builds and defines their strength and causes them to be more focused when confronting a competitor. Submitting to a linebacker can be very beneficial to all parties involved and is also sometimes known as "taking one for the team".














Next is the lean, muscular and nimble running back. This is the player who is going to score the majority of a teams points so he is integral to victory. It is important that he remains happy and satisfied but still has a competitive edge. There is usually a delicate balance involved here because this player is probably the most sensitive and therefore the most volatile. I think the running back likes having his cock sucked and his balls licked. I think he really likes having his ass eaten but he also likes being kissed long, deep and passionately. His arousal centers on being touched and caressed and having attention given to his sensitive nipples. He enjoys the recognition of the beauty of his body with it's light coating of hair and muscularly defined frame. He is sensitive and it is important to approach him with sensitivity when you slowly and methodically concentrate on his pleasure and bring him to the point where his body erupts into spasms of ecstasy.


Last is the kicker, and the Cub has a soft spot for the kicker, well at least for one kicker in particular but the Cub's secrets aren't really important. The kicker's ability defines the opponents field position on an offensive drive and is sometimes responsible for limiting the opponents return yardage. The kicker is also a point scorer with regards to field goals and because of this many times can be the decider of who wins and who loses. The kicker can be the hero of the game and should be treated as such.




One of the things that the cub likes about football is that on any particular team there are men of all different types, short, tall, trim chunky, muscular, tattooed, smooth and hairy. And I think that is what it is all about, that's what really gets The Cub going. Don't get me wrong, The Cub loves looking at a perfectly proportioned and sculpted man with all his hair trimmed and stuff but you know The Cub sees that as more fantasy than reality. Fantasy is great for porno and masturbation but it's the real guy who is going to kiss you like he means it and rub your balls and suck your dick and eat your ass and bend you over the bed and give it to you from behind until his manjuice is running down your leg. The Cub certainly knows he doesn't have a perfect body so he wouldn't expect that from anyone. Reality is what turns The Cub on because reality is what you see everyday when you walk down the street and the UPS truck drives by or the police officer drives past you going the other direction and as you are trying to get a good look you notice the guy in a hardhat and tank-top nailing something together at the construction site and you refocus your attention just in time to catch a glimpse of the tattooed biceps of the guy on the motorcycle. When The Cub goes to the gym and sits in the sauna or the jacuzzi it's exciting because he's surrounded by reality and reality is hot.
One other thing that The Cub loves about the football team is the close relationship they must have with each other. I have found that when a bear and a cub share a den it really strengthens their relationship. It certainly makes it easy to satisfy all that sexual desire that comes from spending an afternoon watching men play football. Usually all I have to say is "you wanna fuck" or sometimes I get a little creative and say something like "any chance a cub could get some cock" and soon enough, just like the other day, there is a towel down on the bed to absorb the spit, lube, ass juice and cum and The Cub is on his back having his ass played with and teased until he is on the verge of begging to have his boyfriends cock stuck in him. And when he does start fucking me it gets a little rough, like football because sometimes football is rough. While he's fucking me I spit on his chest and he wipes it off and pulls his cock out and rubs it on his cock and shoves it back into me and smacks me across the head and leans down and I open my mouth and he spits into it and then shoves his tongue in to taste his deposit and pretty soon The Cub has a couple of loads of mancum liquefying on his chest and stomach. I think it is quite possible that this same spirit is found in many a football locker room, especially after a victory




After the game is over, I believe there is probably a point when the taste of victory combined with the steamy, sweaty, masculine testosterone filled atmosphere of the locker room becomes to much for the athlete. After the football pants and jock straps are taken off and the room is filled with naked men with their cocks and balls and hair and muscles, you come to a point where asses need to get fucked and loads need to be shot and showers need to be taken and men just need to enjoy the pleasure that can be had in the company of one another. When the quarterback makes the big play he probably relies on his instincts and knows that any hesitation or lack of confidence could mean the difference between victory and defeat. I think the same holds true in the locker room, you just need to go with your instincts and let happen whatever happens.

Friday, August 31, 2007

"Circles and triangles and so far from where we've been"

The Cub has had a busy Summer hitting the beach and stuff like that. The cub likes the beach. The sun, the sand, being in the ocean, the shirtless men in swimming trunks, he also likes the Lifeguards. Years ago when I was a much younger Cub and attending college, I trained to be a lifeguard. I passed the class and became certified but the thing I remember most about being a lifeguard was all the time I spent in the men's locker room of the gym where I took the lifeguard training classes. Even as a college cub I felt drawn to locker rooms and gang showers and being close to the naked athletic men who inhabit such places.












But now that the Summer is drawing to a close and the Cub has not had a post for a while, I realized there is quite a bit to talk about. It's sort of like when you visit relatives or friends and you are in a place where you don't feel right about jerking off but you're bouncing off the walls and all you want to do is shoot your load and you can't wait to get home to your lube and butt plug. Well, The Cub is back home and he has a lot to get out!!!

Flashback to one afternoon a few weeks ago when I was sitting in my home office working and by working I mean I was sitting in front of my computer with my pants and underwear around my ankles, dick in hand, watching online porn. Anyhow, at some point the doorbell rang and the obnoxious break in the silence not only scared me but left me puzzled as to who might be at my door. When I saw the UPS truck sitting out front my heart began to race and I thought, could this be it, could this be the day my fantasy comes true? The truth of the matter is there are many a UPS man who I'd like to have deliver their big hard..... well let's just say my boyfriend and I have used the UPS man scenario in our sexplay. I have actually tried to get my hands on a UPS uniform just to add some reality to the role playing but they are virtually impossible to get. (If anyone knows anything that could help a Cub out please let me know.)

For me, as far as the delivery man thing goes it begins and ends with the UPS man. I'm not sure what it is about the UPS man in particular that I am attracted to. All I know is The FedEx man does not have the same effect on me. Perhaps the color of the uniform or perhaps it's the shorts. I don't really care for the color brown but in my personal fantasy world there is quite a bit "brown" could do for me. Like, for example.

As I opened the door I saw all 6'2" of his manliness before me, the slightly scruffy face with chiseled features, the broad shoulders supporting thick, muscular arms attached to masculine rough hands. I guessed he was probably 35 or 36 years old and imagined he was pretty experienced when it came to sex and definitely a dominant top. He struck me as the kind of man who gets to fuck whenever he wants to. But he was just here to make a delivery. He handed me the package and looked me straight in the eye, "I just need you to sign here". Overtaken by nerves, I put the box down and fumbled with the electronic pen which didn't seem to be working. He said "This happens all the time, here let me see it, I know what to do". Just then my phone rings, shit it could be important. "I'll be right back" I say. I run to get the phone, "Hello, I can't talk right now" I hear the door close, "Fuck, he left." I hang up the phone and start walking back to the front door.

I find him standing in the living room, he smiles at me. He says nothing as I wait for a cue. I look him over head to toe, I notice the smooth veneer of his flat front brown khakis is disrupted by the bulge of his erection, throbbing and struggling to break through the fabric holding it pressed against his body. He nods at me and looks down. Overcome with desire, I take my place on my knees in front of him. I reach up and run my hands over his stomach and then down to his crotch, I feel the heat emanating from his stone-like protrusion. I rub my face over his crotch sensing the size, scent and sweaty dampness of his rock hard manhood that lies beneath. I undo the heavy metal buckle and breathe in the smell of leather from his wide black belt. He helps me to slide his pants down over his muscular hips, freeing his penis and testicles from their confinement. His cock sprung out pointing straight at me. I kiss the pink flesh of the mushroom shaped head and run my fingers down the top of his 8 inch shaft to the base where under a tuft of dark, shiny pubic hair it meets his hard muscular abdomen. His heavy balls hanging low in a sweat covered scrotum swinging slightly as he tried to maintain his balance while removing his pants the rest of the way.

I went to work on his cock, taking him as far into my mouth as I could. I looked up and watched him unbutton and remove his shirt and t-shirt as he rhythmically fucked my mouth. I moved to his balls as he pinched his nipples, closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He lifted his leg and placed his foot on the coffee table allowing me full access to his balls and anus. I went straight for his hole flicking my tongue over his perineum and working it as deep as I could into his tight sphincter. I voraciously worked my tongue, mouth and face between his ass cheeks taking in the salty sweet, sweaty musk of his asshole.


He bent over to pick up his rumpled pants from the floor. He pulled a condom from the pocket and as he tore it open I observed every inch of his nakedness, a perfect physical specimen of masculinity. I imagined his muscled body was the product of season after season of high school athletics followed by several years of performing intense, highly physical, manual blue-collar labor. I watched him roll the condom onto his throbbing cock and he nodded towards the chair and ottoman.




I removed my shirt and slipped out of my basketball shorts and jockstrap and he guided me to where he wanted me. I bent over placing my knees on the ottoman and my head onto the cushion of the chair, offering him my ass. He began working his cock into my hole and I bit down on the pillow enjoying the slight pain that sometimes comes with taking a dick the size of his. With little hesitation he began fucking me deep and hard, pleasuring himself in the tight, hot wetness of my hole. I could feel the heat of his body and the slight coating of sweat beginning to cover his skin as his hairy muscular thighs slapped against my ass. The flesh of my ass beneath its light covering of hair became reddened by the brutal smacks he applied to them with the palms of his rough, muscled hands.


He pulled out of me and tapped my upper thigh and hip, indicating he wanted me in a new position. I looked back at him and he helped guide me over onto my back. He stood between my legs, his body, shiny with sweat, his erection slick with lube, the end of his fully unrolled condom still an inch or so from the base of his cock. He took one of my legs in each of his hands and lowered himself, positioning the tip of his cock at my used and quivering hole. He drove it all the way in and pulled it out, repeating this action several times until finally building a steady rhythm of fucking, his thighs and heavy balls slapping against my ass as he ripped my hole apart. He leaned over me putting his arms next to my chest to support himself. I reached up and held onto the bulging triceps and biceps of his upper arms as he unloaded unto me with four heavy, deep thrusts, eyes closed and head stretched back emitting deep guttural groans. He stayed inside of me as I jerked myself off, shooting a hot load across my stomach as my ass tightened around his cock. He moved his legs regaining his balance in order to stand. He pulled out of me, his cock spring upwards, still hard and wet, the pink of his shaft was capped with the opaque white of the semen filled tip. He began to remove the condom at which point he finally spoke, he told me he was still horny as hell and he usually can cum 2 or 3 times in a row, he said he finished his deliveries for he day and he wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon fucking me. He asked if we could go to the bedroom and I said "of course" he helped me up from my position on the chair and pulled my face to his and opened his hot wet mouth and then.... and then..... and then I woke up.

The truth is the UPS driver that handles my neighborhood isn't what I would consider UPS man fantasy material, at least not for me. He was however, delivering a package which turned out to be the lube I ordered. I order my lube on-line because it's cheaper and there is a bigger selection. Although there are only a couple of brands we use, I like having the option of a variety. I figure why should I go out to buy lube when I can have it delivered to me. When you take into consideration the sheer volume of lube that two masculine, muscular, semi-hairy and virile men go through, ordering anonymously, through the mail is the smarter choice. It allows us to avoid those glances from the clerk at the adult video/novelties store that say "boy you two are a couple of real sex freaks".

If I can offer any advice as far as lube is concerned it would be as follows. At all costs, stay away from the 16oz pump bottle of Wet Platinum. Although it seemed like a good bargain and the larger size should last longer than the 8oz bottle and the pump should make it easier to use, none of this is the case. The pump sort of acted like a siphon and the lube constantly dripped out of the pump nozzle and onto the bottle so the bottle was always covered with lube. Don't get me wrong, I love when some things are slick and covered with lube, so they can slide right in and out of you at whatever speed and depth they please but this was just ridiculous.








The problem was, anytime we would sit the bottle down somewhere, you know, to have it close by and ready for use, like on the nightstand, the headboard, the coffee table, the kitchen counter, the desk in my office, the stairs, the changing bench in the locker room at the gym, the weight bench in the gym, the hood of the car, the tombstone in that cemetery and so on, it would leave an oval shaped ring of lube behind so there were rings of lube virtually everywhere. I was constantly cleaning the cabinet under the sink in the bathroom where we keep the lube. Finally, I got the idea to take a plate out from underneath one of my plants and use it as a lube coaster. I was so glad when we finally finished off that bottle and although the plate served its purpose it made me wonder if there was a market out there for an item like a coaster for your lube and if so what other items could have potential in the niche market of the gay male.

For example one time when I was in Williams-Sonoma and I noticed they were selling bottles of lavender scented water to use in your iron. I was immediately impressed, not because I do a lot of ironing, I mean come on let's get real. I liked it for it's exclusivity and because of the fact that there is a market for items of such exclusivity. Gay men love exclusive products and there are probably any number of items with similar exclusivity that gay men would purchase if they were available. I think it would be fabulous to have different types of bottled water to be used for anal douching. Like me I'm sure there are a large number of bottoms out there who sometimes want something more than what the shower-shot has to offer. Douching with lavender, chamomile or even mint infused water seems like a refreshing change from the everyday. I would also think that using a product like this has other benefits as well, like the potential to encourage your boyfriend to go a little longer and perhaps a little deeper when he's rimming your ass. I firmly believe that anything which could serve to lengthen the time of an ass rimming is a necessity.

I think one of the greatest products to hit the market in the last few years are the personal cleansing wipes which are available from several manufacturers. They work wonderfully in many situations but one thing I have found is that in some cases when the area you are cleansing is a little tender, like after you've taken a particularly hard or extended plowing, or after being the bottom in a 3-way with 2 tops, they tend to burn when applied to the sensitive flesh, I think it is because they have some alcohol in them. The Cub sort of likes to avoid burning pain in that area when he is cleaning up.

If the cub is going to be experiencing pain in the area of his ass he would rather if it was a result of the disciplinary punishment he was just given by his daddy bear that consisted of 10 hard and stinging swats of the paddle that the cub was made to count out in a "one sir, two sir..." manner after the cub was led to the basement, pants removed and bent over the workbench, with his legs spread at shoulder length.




I have found these wipes to be a sensible alternative that work well for the Cub if his manhole is particularly sensitive for any reason.




So anyhow, I opened my lube delivery and along with the bottles of lube I ordered were some sample packs of other types of lube. It's sort of like when you go shopping at Kiehl's, you get a bunch of little unit dose sample packs of some of their other products. In this particular shipment one of the many sample packs I received was Astroglide, and boy did that bring back a memory.

One time when my boyfriend and I were working in New York, we made plans to stay at a hotel one night. Just for fun we decided that we would do a businessman/male prostitute scene in which I would be the high powered business man who secretly wants to be submissive to a rough trade dominant power top, if you can imagine that. Anyhow I was going to get to the hotel first to be ready for him when he got there. On my way from my office to the hotel I realized that I forgot to bring lube with me. I really only had enough time to get to the room and get ready, I had no time for shopping. Rough trade dominant power tops don't give a shit about such things, they'll just spit in your ass and fuck you. So I knew if I wanted lube is was up to me to get it. My only option was to make a quick stop at the CVS on the way to the hotel. The selection of lube was lame and thinking it was probably the best of the worst I bought some Astroglide.

So my rough trade dominant power top shows up. Puts his stuff down, "Take that fuckin' towel off and get over here and suck my cock, pig." He opens his pants and rubs his cock on my face. I take it in my mouth as he takes off his shirt. He takes little time to achieve a full rock hard erection which is dripping with my saliva. He steps back and removes his pants the rest of the way and puts on a leather cock ring. "Lick my balls" he barked, and I comply. He reaches under my arms and orders me to my feet. "I want you on that fuckin' bed on all fours with your ass in the air". I take my place and give him the lube. "You're gonna get fucked good, you're my bitch now". The height of the bed put my ass in perfect position and he started fucking. What happened next was a little unexpected, to say the least. In addition to the normal sounds that are produced by 2 men fucking doggie style; the moaning, grunting, heavy breathing, wet, sweaty, semi-hairy flesh slapping against wet sweaty, semi-hairy flesh, muscular buttocks being smacked, mattress springs squeaking, there was something else. It was a sort of wet squishy sound and the cock in ass motion was agitating the lube into a foam, like detergent in a washing machine. It was all over my boyfriends pubic hair and balls and my ass. We wiped it off but because the stuff is water based it started to get dry and sticky so we used some more but then the foam started again. Needless to say it sort of ruined the rough trade dominant power top scene. Don't get me wrong, we both got off, of course because when 2 men who are so turned on by each other and are at the peak of arousal in a testosterone fueled frenzy, they get to a point where there is no turning back regardless of what the situation may be. It's just that once we finished there was a little more to clean up than just 2 heavy loads of man cum.

When it comes to sex, on many occasions The Cub isn't interested in all the lovey dovey kissing and cuddling stuff, sometimes he just wants some good solid man to man fucking and when he's getting a good solid fucking he doesn't want his ass to look like his mouth when he brushes his teeth. So the lesson I learned is that Astroglide is unable to stand up to a cub worthy fucking.

It ended up being what I would imagine having butter churned in your ass is like. So imagine my surprise when I discovered that a product like Churn Style Boy Butter is available.




Afterwards I thought about the stories and pictures I've seen from back in the day when guys fist fucked in San Francisco sex clubs and used a can of Crisco for lube. And as far as butter and Crisco are concerned, I am not the type of person who gets turned on by the thought of incorporating food into your fucking. I guess for some people it is a real turn-on, but not for me, in fact it kind of turns me off. I like my gay sex straight-up if you know what I mean. This does however, remind me of a story.

When I was in college I had this professor who was my advisor and I hung out with him socially on a couple of ocassions. I did this for several reasons, he was a nice guy, he was funny, most likely gay and he always had really good pot. Anyhow, one time he was telling me a story about a "friend" of his, and by "friend" I can only assume he meant himself. But make no mistake that when I say "college professor" I actually do mean a college professor and not myself because if this was about me I would have no reason not to just say that it was about me. So he said his "friend" told him that he liked drinking wine but he was also trying to lose weight and in an attempt to have the wine but not the calories associated with the wine he would take his wine as an enema. Now I'm not really sure that this falls into the category of food use in sexplay but, you know, some people do get sexual pleasure from enemas.

What I found most confusing about his story was the fact that taking wine in an enema would sort of eliminate the ability to enjoy the taste, aroma, bouquet and finish, the things wine conosseurs usually drink wine for. Being that the colon is a mucous membrane the wine would still be absorbed systemically as it would from the stomach, I could only conclude that what his "friend" actually enjoyed was not so much drinking wine for the pleasure of drinking wine but drinking wine to get drunk. Well, that and I guess he enjoyed a good enema as well. The thought of a wine enema caused me to consider several things. Does a white wine go well with rimming or cocksucking or both? Is a red wine considered a fisting wine or is a tawney port a more appropriate choice? Will red wine stain a bunghole the same way it stains your lips and teeth? But my biggest question was, how long could a wine enema be retained and at what point would there be a Merlot explosion?

Thinking about how the Crisco has been replaced by things like Elbow Grease and that someone invented a lube holder that attaches to your sling inspires me. Not to mention the ass wipes and lube coaster and it just makes me realize not only how far we've come but all the possibilities of where we can still go.

Friday, August 3, 2007

Fortune presents gifts not according to the book

There are many things we encounter in life that kindle our fascination but at the same time, can confuse the hell out of us as human beings. As we make our way through life we ultimately find ourselves in situations where we must confront these things. The manner in which we deal with them defines who we are as men. Sometimes I feel like I have so many questions that I will never find the answers to.

Take for example the other day. I decided I wanted to order a new leather harness and some leather arm bands for my boyfriend. Why would I want to do that? Well let's face it, if you're asking that question this is the wrong Internet destination for you. A man in a leather harness and arm bands is hot especially when viewed from below, when you are on your back and he's standing over you, preparing to fuck the hell out of you.


The Cub can wear the harness as well. If I'm on my hands and knees, taking it from behind, my boyfriend can hold onto the harness and keep me in the position that best allows him to use his boy's fuckhole as he pleases.

Anyhow, I was going to order the harness and they needed all these measurements and I just didn't understand why. I mean how many sizes of harnesses do they make? Who the hell has a tailor's measuring tape? Just because we're gay doesn't mean we are all seamstresses for Christ Sakes.


And speaking of Christ, religion is another issue that I always find myself conflicted with. I don't really practice any religion right now even though I was raised going to church every week. It's problematic for me to accept any religion now because so many of them are so anti-gay. Religion played such a big part in my early years and now it plays no part in my life and sometimes I'm unsure how to reconcile that. I find hope in the thought that I just haven't found the right religion for me yet. There are some I don't know a lot about. Perhaps Kabbalah would be an option for me, after all it seemed to work out for Madonna.




Another thing I am fascinated with is gay porn. I can state unequivocally that The Cub loves gay porn. He's not ashamed, He's not an addict and it's not controlling his life. That being said, he also knows the difference between good and bad porn. Let's face it, most porn performers are not actors so there is little chance they can fake physical attraction, but when the guys are totally into each other, you can tell and it's hot.

I have often thought how big of a turn on it would be to do porn. Many times I have jokingly suggested to my boyfriend that we should do porn, because when we fuck it's usually pretty hot so I think there may be some people out there who would be into seeing that.

There are other things that I find exciting and arousing but doing porn is different.



Being on the wrestling team would be exciting for me but I chose not to participate for several reasons. The main one being the difficulty involved in hiding an erection in a singlet and let's face it, if The Cub was on the wrestling team he'd be sportin' wood pretty much around the clock.

















Physical exams are exciting as well. A few times I've succeeded and many times I've failed at attempting to get through a hernia and testicular exam without getting a hard-on. For some reason I always end up seeing young male doctors, I'm not sure why that is.









Porn is different because, in that situation it's ok to be excited and turned on, you can put it all out there, so to speak. One of the reasons I like porn is because of all the things you can learn from it and use in your sexplay. All sorts of things like sex talk, different positions to fuck in, different places to fuck, different ways to use furniture. And outside of fucking, watching porn introduced me to all the variations there are and products available for ass play.

As a result my boyfriend and I do get into some ass play and as you would expect, it is The Cub's ass that gets played with.

As far as fist fucking is concerned I'm not sure I could handle it. I guess I'm willing to try anything once but when I see the size of my boyfriend's big masculine man-fist it makes me think it might be too much. I don't think the issue that concerns me is the actual act of getting the fist in my ass. What worries me is that once the fist is in my ass, I would think "Oh my God, there's a fist in my ass" and panic and be unable to relax and get the fist out of my ass. What do you do with a fist stuck in your ass?





One day my boyfriend came home and said he had something for me and he pulls out a string of anal beads. I responded with excitement of course but secretly I was thinking that they looked a little small and couldn't imagine how much pleasure I could get out of them. I figured if it turns him on to make me take them or to watch me put them in my own ass, well then that's cool also. In retrospect, I think he was just being considerate and didn't want to get anything that I couldn't handle. I also think perhaps he was just trying to exhibit some modesty with his manhood, which is sweet. I think he just didn't realize that if I am able to take that huge schlong of his up my ass then I should be able to handle something a little more substantial than pea sized anal beads. So we used them and it was hot but, I have to say the whole thing just left me wanting so much more.


So I did the same thing I have done so many times before when I find myself in this sort of situation. I Headed to my computer and started clicking and about a week later we had some anal balls and just for the fuck of it, some eggs as well.















A few days later in the evening, I had just finished taking a shower and I walked in to the bedroom and my boyfriend was standing there in a towel. I immediately noticed the anal balls, eggs, a black butt plug and a bottle of lube lined up on the dresser adjacent to the end of the bed.


My boyfriend and I have a solid oak, mission spindle bed. It's exactly the type of bed you would expect to be shared by 2 masculine, muscular, semi-hairy men, and where their most primal, testosterone fueled manly urges are satisfied on a regular basis. He said, "Get your ass over the end of that bed". I removed my towel and put it on the wood of the foot board to cushion my stomach. I bent over the end of the bed and laid my head on the goose down comforter. He started working my ass with some lube and his fingers, getting me ready.


For me, anticipation is a big thrill as well, not being able to see what's happening, not knowing what I'm going to get. Will it be the butt plug, the anal balls or the eggs or maybe he's just going to spank my tight little bear ass cherry red. As it turns out, completely unexpectedly he shoved his rock hard cock right into my ass all the way to his balls. I let out a grunt as my sphincter tightened around it. Let me tell you something if you are expecting anal balls and you get cock it can be quite a surprise, it really gets your attention.

"I'm gonna fuck this ass first" he said. I balanced myself over the bed to keep my ass at the perfect height to allow him to give me his cock and loosen me up for what was to follow. He kept pumping my ass hard, the head of his cock was grating over my prostate with every thrust. As I squeezed my ass around his cock, I felt a bead of pre-cum leak out of my piss slit. He pulled his cock out and quickly replaced it with the butt plug, my ass drew it in to the base which he began tapping on with increasing force. He smacked my lube covered ass several times, each time hitting the base of the plug causing more juice to leak out of my cock, enough to lube it up so I could slowly stroke it. "You like that, don't you boy", SMACK. "You're gonna take these balls now". SMACK, "I said, you're gonna take these balls now", "Yes sir" I replied. "That's better boy", "Now give your daddy that plug" I could feel his fingers prying at the base. I pushed and it slid out, slick with lube. I let out a moan as I felt my urethra spasm causing more man juice to leak out of my dick hole.


I felt the first ball against my hole and he started pushing, "come on boy, take it". The first ball popped through my sphincter "Oh yea" my body shook a little. "Four more to go boy" as he continued pushing them in one by one. Each one increasing the sensation of fullness in my ass. I Contracted my groin muscles causing the balls to move back and forth inside of me, increasing the sensation. Once they were all inside I contracted and held them for a little bit. "Oh fuck yea, it feels so fucking good". He tugged on the handle at the end of the shaft and the first ball popped out. "OH Fuck yea". One by one they slid through my manhole, I clenched my groin muscles as I felt the balls still inside slide across my prostate.



He leaned over me and held the eggs in front of my face. "You ready for these boy?", "Yes sir". He lubed up the first egg and pressed it to my fuckhole. As he applied more pressure and as it slid through I groaned and felt my ass being opened wider than I think it's ever been opened before. I reached around and used my index and middle fingers to rub my asshole and ease the introduction of the second egg. I was breathing heavily "Oh man, Oh yea, fuck" as it slipped through my hole. After the third one my face felt flush and beads of perspiration formed on my flesh. The pressure and fullness in my ass felt incredible but I wasn't sure if I could take the last one. I felt hot and my body was covered with sweat. As he push the egg, I rubbed my hole and felt it stretch open. I took a deep breath and relaxed a little bit and took it like a man. I started jerking my rock hard cock as he pulled them out each one stimulating my prostate and stretching my ass. After the third one slid out I was close to cumming. He moved it back and forth stimulating the inside of my ass and I felt my muscles contract around it. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum" Still bent over the end of the bed, I jerked my cock and blew a huge wad on the bed, my stomach and on the towel on the floor under my feet. As soon as I finished milking the last drops from my dick I heard a deep groan from behind me. "Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Oh Yea" I felt his hot manseed shooting onto my left ass cheek. After he was done giving me is load, I pulled out the fourth egg, as his cum ran down my leg. Getting your ass worked over like that can leave you a little weak in the knees. So we laid down on the bed for a little bit, together, collapsed in a pile of muscle, sweat, cum, lube, hair and sex.