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.