There's a bear on the loose!!!

The Show Must Go On

2008-06-17T11:09:00.000-07:00

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.

Badges, Belts, Muscles and Man-Guns

2007-11-20T13:17:00.000-08:00

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.

The ripple that hesitation creates could cost you the game

2007-10-05T08:32:00.000-07:00

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.

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

2007-08-31T15:52:00.000-07:00

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.

Fortune presents gifts not according to the book

2007-08-03T14:13:00.000-07:00

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.

Confessions on the Cum Whore

2007-07-22T16:36:00.000-07:00

I saw this commercial for deodorant the other day and it said "men are all about the latest technology." And I thought, what a crock, how lame is that. Men are all about penises and testicles and muscles and hair end of story. Men are about many things but at their most basic level men are about sex and thank God for that. As an indication of this I can tell you that my boyfriend and I don't spend much time at all having conversations about iPhones and X-Boxes or VoIP. We are men and we spend more time on hot, sweaty, raw mansex, and that is exactly what you would expect from two masculine, muscular semi-hairy men.

My boyfriend loves giving it to me and I love taking it. Through the years that we've been together, the cub has become pretty adept at being a bottom, he likes it and he's good at it. It's not because he has had a lot of experience getting fucked by a lot of men. It is more due to the fact that our bodies, my boyfriends and mine, fit together so well. When it comes to the ability to take a cock, a hard cock that fits your anatomy perfectly, trumps multiple cocks any day of the week. I'm not what you would call a "power bottom" or a "bossy bottom" but when I get going I might bring some things to the table that are normally associated with these types of bottoms. Like demanding a harder fucking or being fucked in a different position for example. Other times I'm just a submissive little cub who lets his "daddy" do what he pleases with his body and ass.

Part of the thrill of taking it from a big man is having confidence in the masculinity of the man who is giving it to you. There are situations or events that the average person may consider it difficult for a man to recover his masculinity after. Take for example the number of times I've walked into the bathroom and discovered my boyfriend in the shower. A man in a shower is hot, a man in a shower shaving his balls and singing a Cher song is a whole different ballgame, so to speak. But in spite of this, it has no effect on how I perceive his masculinity. It reminds me of this one time when my boyfriend was going to the grocery store and I asked him to get some plum tomatoes. When he came home he was telling me how he didn't know which tomatoes were plum tomatoes so he asked this woman shopper for some help. My boyfriend said she showed him which were plum tomatoes and he thought she probably just assumed he was a big, dumb, straight, jock guy. In reality I'm sure what she really thought was "what's with this fag who doesn't know what a plum tomato is".

I find humor in these things but they, in no way make me think my boyfriend is any less of a man. I think the gay man probably rebounds from things that may be considered an "assault on his masculinity" much easier than the straight man does. I just know that once we start getting into it, it's not long before both of us are hard and breathing heavy and the testosterone is pumping and we're ready to fuck.

Just the other day after what turned out to be a rather lengthy session of mutual ass eating the cub found himself on his back with his legs in the air. A position the cub finds himself in quite often and one he is very comfortable being in. I was taking his cock, hard and wet with lube, bareback in my tight, slick hole. He was giving it to me fast and rough, going in deep, all the way to his balls. My boyfriend gets so turned on when he fucks that sometimes he says things like"I'm gonna fuck you everyday."

Hearing him say this of course is hot but I think, for me, it's a little unrealistic because I'm not so sure I could take it everyday. I think you need a little break between fuckings. I think if I knew I was going to get fucked everyday I might be a little more reserved with how hard and rough I take it. And as I have previously stated the cub likes it hard and rough. I think it is similar to an opera performer, they usually have a day or 2 between performances in order to allow their voice to recover. Like the opera singer, the classically trained bottom needs to allow his equipment to have a period of rest between performances.

Getting fucked everyday is also unrealistic from a logistical standpoint, because of the way our schedules are, sometimes days go by that we don't even see each other. As a joke, every night before we went to bed my boyfriend used to say to me, "what would you do if you woke up in the middle of the night with a dick in your ass". The first time he said it, not knowing what response he wanted I gave a response that I thought he would not expect. I rolled my eyes and said "Yeah, like that would ever happen." It became an on going inside joke with us.

Anyhow, while my boyfriend was fucking me he said, "shoot your load while I'm inside you". It's usually not a problem for me to cum while getting fucked so I started jerking my cock and soon I shot a big load onto my stomach. The thing is, as any bottom knows, after you cum it's a little difficult to continue getting fucked and I know my boyfriend still wants to fuck me until he cums. Which is cool with me, I want him to fuck me until he's satisfied. Luckily, it only takes me a couple of minutes to recover and be able to take his cock again. Already covered with my own load, my boyfriend starts plowing me again and after a little ball rubbing and dirty talk "oh yeah, your cock is so big and hard". He pulls it out and shoots his big hot load onto my cock, balls and chest. So at this point I'm a mess, I'm completely covered with cum. I don't know how many people have ever been in this situation but I have found that no matter how long of a shower you take or how much soap you use or scrubbing you do there is always some point later in the day when you move and you feel some place on your body where your skin feels tight and you realize that there is still some cum that you missed and it has dried to your skin or there is a place where it has glued your hair to your skin. When I find myself in this situation I usually just leave it there as a reminder of how it got there in the first place. I think this is exactly what you would expect from the true cum whore.

Daddy needs some Prada

2007-07-08T12:07:00.000-07:00

Did you ever notice how some people have hang-ups about certain things and they avoid acknowledging or discussing them under any circumstances regardless of how undeniable their existence may be. I'm happy that my boyfriend and I really have no hang-ups similar to this. Granted, relationships don't start out that way, it takes a while to grow to that level of comfort. And sometimes people in relationships never reach that level of comfort with each other. What I am referring to are completely natural bodily functions. Thankfully, my boyfriend and I have both grown to be pretty comfortable with each other when it comes to things like burping, farting, shitting or the need to jerk off. Just a few of the many things which are necessities and realities of the day to day lives of 2 masculine, muscular semi-hairy men.

Because these things are all unavoidable realities I think you have to be willing to accept them. I think the willingness to accept the existence of these things in your partner can only strengthen your relationship.

Take for example when we saw Brokeback Mountain. One of the first thoughts I had was, gee, these 2 guys are living on a diet of baked beans, there is not a bathroom or shower in sight and they are having anal sex. Although the director chose not to illustrate the realities of his characters in this situation, I had a pretty clear understanding of what those realities were.

Everybody poops, so obviously poop is a fact of life and I find little point in not just accepting this and dealing with it. When I see my boyfriend heading down the hall with a rolled up periodical under his arm, I pretty much know what is about to take place. In order to further embrace and accept this reality my boyfriend and I often have frank discussions about the nature of our poop with regard to things such as volume, texture, its consistency and the ease (or difficulty) of clean-up afterwards.

These are valid and legitimate points of discussion because sometimes the situation requires a shower afterward. Often, in the worst cases, a shower with Prada shower gel may be the only way to go. It is important to be comfortable with having this type of open dialogue because you never know when your experience in dealing with such issues can help another person when they have a problem to solve, be it a personal hygiene problem or whatever.

We love talking with each other about things of this nature, things which many people guard with a certain level of privacy. It is just another facet to the vast complexity and serious nature of a relationship between two masculine, athletic men. Being that comfortable and familiar with each other is hot.

My boyfriend and I are both pretty obsessed with cleanliness and you would be amazed at how often we end up cleaning our bathrooms. Men, in general really seem to create a situation where the bathroom needs to be cleaned quite often and this is true for us as well. I can't imagine that just because you are gay you are exempt from the same facts of life that straight men experience. I would imagine bi-sexual and trans-gendered men as well as some lesbians probably have the same issues to deal with. The fact remains that even though there are only 2 of us living here and our house has multiple bathrooms they always seem to need cleaning. It makes me wonder what it must have been like in other situations.

Take for example The Waltons. This is a family of 11 people, 6 of them were men, and they all lived in that house with only the one bathroom. I imagine that the reason grandma was always such a bitch was because it was probably her job to clean that bathroom. If this was the case, I'm really surprised she didn't have her stroke after the first season. I just can't even begin to imagine the horrors that awaited her in there after Mexican food night on Walton's Mountain.

When it comes to sex my boyfriend and I can really get into being verbal. Even though it gets pretty intense sometimes even in the heat of the moment we both try to remain conscious of what we are saying. This is important because although it's hot to say and hear things like "oh yea fuck me" or "fuck that ass" or "take my big fuckin' cock" or even "Yea, smack daddies ass while he's fuckin' you" other things might not be so hot.

Sometimes in porno, men are fucking and one of them says something like "Oh shit" or "shit yeah" and this just makes me laugh. I certainly don't want to speak for anyone but myself but I would think that if you're involved in an activity where hard dicks are penetrating tight asses, especially if the hard dicks and tight asses are attached to bodies of individuals who just met, the topic of shit isn't one that should be broached. So, you know, we stay away from saying things like "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you".

The necessity of having to go to the bathroom is just as much a part of being a man as is the need to shoot your load. From adolescence on, slamming the ham becomes an integral part of being a male and we can do it pretty much anytime and anyplace. Although for gay men, beating the bishop becomes an important part of your sexual repertoire there are many times we end up choking the chicken just out of necessity. My boyfriend, referring to his semen, sometimes says "It's like poison man, you gotta get it out". So if either of us need to jerk off it's no big deal and we keep an ample supply of lube and porno on hand to ensure that ejaculation comes about as quick and seamless as we desire. A number of times I've walked in the bedroom and there is porno on the TV and my boyfriend is rubbing one off. Seeing this can be quite arousing for me and since the porno is in and the lube is already out I may join in. Other times I may just go about my business as he goes about his. I really don't view it any differently than if he was brushing his teeth or shaving other than the fact that there is hard cock and shaved balls and pubic hair and muscles and grunting and porno and pre-cum and.... I gotta go.

It was either on a Manday or a Tuesday

2007-06-18T19:09:00.000-07:00

Sometimes it becomes really difficult to grasp how quickly time passes and when life moves quickly it is very easy to take things for granted. I often stop and take a look at whatever situation I might be in at any given time and try to appreciate it for what it is and for what I might be getting out of it because there may come a time when I will think back and wish I would have had a greater appreciation for all the things I've done and the life I've lived.

I'm sure I've said it before but I love my boyfriend and although it may not be visible at a glance there is more to us than just the masculinity and the muscles and testosterone and semi-hairiness. We are both highly educated professionals who have amazingly successful careers.

There are drawbacks to being a masculine, muscular semi-hairy professional though. The main one being that many times you spend more time on your man-career then you do on your mansex. This only becomes a problem if you fail to realize it and don't do anything about it. And with that we arrive at last week.

On a day that my boyfriend was going to be home from work early we made plans for some mantime. Our plan was that I would be all clean and ready and waiting on the bed for him when he got home. Usually one of the first things he does when he gets home is take a shower. A shower is necessary because there is quite a bit of sweat and dirt associated with making your place in the world. When you are an athletic man who is out there successfully conquering your part of the world, after you come home you need to wash this sweat and dirt off of the flesh that covers your muscular frame and nourishes the body hair that is the essence of your masculinity and that surrounds and defines your manhood.

While he was in the shower I lie naked on the bed, on my stomach in the semi-darkened room facing away from the bathroom door. When he finished showering and emerged from the bathroom he would see my ass offered to him. I felt him climb on the bed and lower himself on top of me. His legs between mine, his cock between my ass cheeks and his chest resting on my back. I love the feeling of the weight of him on top of me because it makes me feel safe. It makes me feel like the force of all the hatred and homophobia in the world couldn't move us an inch.

He kissed my neck a little as his already hard 8 inch mancock prodded at my ass. He slid down between my legs and started working my manhole with his tongue. Alternating gentle flicks with deep full tongue licks across the tender flesh.

He put some lube on his cock and started stoking himself and then reached under me for my cock. I raised my ass up off the bed giving him full access. He spit on my ass and went back to tonguing my hole while stroking my blood engorged dick. While he was voraciously eating my ass I was moving back and forth on my hands and knees like a wild animal, rhythmically pumping my cock in and out of the chiseled masculine fist clenched around it. It felt so fucking good I was just about to pop my manload right then and there. I didn't though, I stopped, I employed a little restraint, I held back, an ability I acquired during our intense discipline sessions. I hadn't even gotten fucked yet and I figure if you "sign on the dotted line" so to speak and agree to get fucked you should be a man and follow through on the deal, yeild your ass to your boyfriend and take a good fucking. That is of course exactly what I did.

I knew my boyfriend was ready to give it to me when he started lubing up my ass. I raised my ass up for him and he slid easily into me as I was so relaxed from the ass eating I had just enjoyed. His cock feels so good when it slides into me like that. He began pumping my ass as I reached back between our legs and caressed his big manballs with my fingertips as he exclaimed "your ass feels so good, it's so fucking tight." He continued driving in and out with full deep thrusts, pulling out of me every so often and then sinking his manmeat all the way in, down to base of his cock and the tuft of manhair that grows above it.

He pulled out and rolled me over on my back and flipped my legs up and tightly grabbed my ankles in his masculine fists and spit on the hole he was about to drive his rod into. He guided his rock hard piston into my quivering hole, hands free penetrating me as deep as he could, punishing my muscle tightened sphincter with every thrust. I let out a couple of whimpers not so much because it hurt but because creating the illusion that it might be a little painful can be exciting. It's hot when a big man is giving it to his boy and makes his boy take it regardless of whether he is able to or not.

I love when my boyfriend fucks me as hard as he can, as hard as he wants to, however he can to make it feel good for him. I pinch and play with his nipples and rub my hands over his chest and stomach and down to his shaft sliding in and out of me. I touch his scrotum, hot and wet with sweat and lube. "Your cock feel so good, it's so big and hard, come on, fuck me". His eyes close and his head tilts back and he pulls his penis out of me just as he shoots a hot stream of white semen across my chest. He rises above me on his knees which are planted firmly in the space between my legs as he strokes spasm after spasm of his hot seed onto me. It feels warm and my body senses the heat and it feels good and it makes me happy, it feels like life. Life is good.

Down in the dark and dirty

2007-06-08T16:04:00.000-07:00

I'm lucky in that I have a boyfriend with whom I share not just a similar sense of humor but a similar sexual appetite. Is is incredibly liberating to know your boyfriend isn't going to make you feel self-conscious or inhibited about the fact that you like to be spanked or urinated on or you like prison sex and butt plugs. We have the sort of sexual relationship where probably there is very little that is "out of the question". Throughout our explorations we discovered we are both fascinated with the "dungeon scene". And why shouldn't 2 masculine, muscular, semi-hairy, testosterone filled young stallions like ourselves not be fascinated with dungeon sex.

An integral part of a dungeon scene is of course a sling. I of course own one although it hasn't been used in a while because we do not currently live in a place that is conducive to the dungeon set up.

Sometimes the existence of the sling is difficult for their owners to hide. I remember one time in particular I was getting an erotic massage, with release, from one of my favorite stars of the adult all male cinema and as I lay on his table on my back, above me in the ceiling I noticed 4 metal eye hooks evenly placed in a rectangular format and I couldn't help but to smile because I knew what they were used for.

I think it is important for 2 masculine, leather loving men who are totally into each other and are on the same page when it comes to a little rough play, man to man pigsex, to have real estate which affords separate square footage that can be devoted to a dungeon. My boyfriend and I have been house shopping together and we realize the importance of having a basement just for this purpose. Although a finished basement is the optimum living situation, there can be a separate unfinished space. These are the sorts of things we look for, exposed ceiling beams into which eye hooks can be screwed. It's also worth mentioning that the presence of a tool or woodshed is desirable. If you've been following the postings here you know how this little bear sometimes finds himself there. Even better would be a barn with a hook for a razor strop and with hay bales that a person could be bent over after their bib overalls are unhooked and taken down, but we'll save that for another post.

There are a couple of important pieces of equipment you will need to get your sling operational. The previously mentioned eye hooks, some 3/16 inch link chain and of course some carabiners.

I know these things are usually used by mountain climbers but you would be amazed at how handy they are when you need to raise or lower the level of your sling and attach leg stirrups. Anytime my boyfriend and I see one of these and you see them from time to time because people often use them as key chains and what not, we just smile because we know what else they can be used for.

Once you get your sling up and running I think that the dungeon needs some appropriate music.

Both of these are excellent choices for use in the dungeon. I've found that music which is dark in nature, rhythmic, and has an otherworldly sound works well for the masculine, semi-hairy male when exploring the endless sexual possibilities of the dungeon setting.

As far as dress codes are concerned, with respect to the dungeon, less is more. Dungeon floors can be dirty so Military issue boots work well.

As you can see they look great in the dungeon setting when in action.

My first experience in the sling was exciting but I was also a little nervous. The setting was right and the music was right, I was however, lacking confidence in my by ability to adequately secure the thing to the rafters. In order to allow myself to relax I placed the cushions from my lawn furniture under the sling just in case the thing broke loose. I didn't want to find myself on the floor with a back injury in need of medical care. Don't get me wrong, I likes me an EMT especially one in a navy blue uniform with the pants tucked into the tops of a pair of black Magnum police boots, but I'd rather not meet my EMT in such a state, on my back, on the dirty floor of some basement, unable to move, naked, ass and dick covered in lube, with my booted feet over my head stuck in some stirrups. Anyhow once the proper precautions were put in place to set my mind at ease things got pretty hot. My boyfriend has a pretty high libido, he gets a lot of erections and I can get him hard in a matter of seconds. When his dick is hard, it is perfectly straight and pretty much perpendicular to his body, and this works very well with the sling. As long as you get the height correct so your ass in the sling is at the same level of the penis you can use the swinging action of the sling to do some of the work.

There are many things this little bear likes for his birthday but what he likes the most is some daddy dick. All things considered I suppose there is a real possibility that someday it will be my birthday and I will be waiting for my boyfriend to come home from work so we can celebrate. I'll be all clean and ready to go, when it comes to sex, it doesn't really take a lot to get my boyfriend engaged. When he finally gets home he says, "I brought you a present." "Really what is it" I reply. "Here", and too my surprise what do I see

A couple of LEATHER DADDIES

Jake

and Buck
Well, when I saw my present I practically came in the Bike No. 10 athletic supporter I was wearing. There was little conversation and my boyfriend nodded his head at them and said "Take him downstairs". They came at me and each grabbed me under an arm with their muscular hands and practically lifted me off my feet. They carried me down the steps, their black boots landing with heavy thuds on the wooden stairs. My boyfriend directly behind. They stripped off my clothes and worked over my pecs and ass with their rough hands. All three took turns kissing me with deep, wet open mouths, surrounding me in a circle. A heavy breathing circle of sweaty man flesh and black leather boots, cock rings and harnesses. They forced me down into their circle of manmeat and took turns feeding me their cocks. As I worked their cocks their hands would find their way down my back and tease my hole with a finger or two. Sometimes I would get a smack on the ass or on the back of my shaven head. "Swallow that fuckin' cock boy", "Yea boy, lick my balls" is what I would hear.

Then my boyfriend said "get him in there" and they picked me up and put me in the sling. Each lifted one of my legs and put them in the stirrups. Heavy hands started working my pecs. A hot wet tongue started working my hole and a hard cock was forced into my mouth. They would change places, moving around me like tigers circling their prey. Cock after cock and tongue after tongue "you like that don't you boy". With Jake to my left and Buck to my right my boyfriend stood between my legs, "You 2 watch, I'm gonna show you how to fuck him". He rubbed some lube into my hole and put some onto his cock. I grabbed a hold of the chains behind my head and with little hesitation he stepped forward and shoved it into me. The chains rattled as the sling moved in time with his thrusting, "good boy, take my cock" his hand lands on my ass "smack". I let out a moan as the thrusts continued.

I could feel his heavy balls hitting my ass each time he slammed into me.

I alternated between pinching his nipples and feeling his chest and pinching my own nipples and rubbing my cock. He pushed the sling away from him until his cock was completely out of me and then let it swing back impaling me on his rock hard sword. He kept me swinging back and forth on his cock. I had to stop jerking my cock because I was about ready to shoot but I knew it was too soon for that because I still had a lot of fucking to take.

He nodded to Jake who rolled a condom onto his cock rubbed himself with lube and took my boyfriends place. "Fuck him good." He slid his cock into me and started pumping, his low hangers hitting my ass with each thrust. "Your ass is so fucking tight boy, Yea take your daddies cock." I punched his pectoral and said "yea, fuck me" and he smacked me across the side of my head. Jake pulled out of me and his rock hard, condom covered cock sprung up, pointing to the ceiling. He took a step back and breathed heavily. Buck now took his turn, "I'm gonna fuck that ass good and hard boy" as he pummeled my ass with this cock. My boyfriend stood at my side and kissed me while he rubbed my chest and worked my nipples and cock. He walked back around and nodded to Buck who pulled out of me and came around to my side. My boyfriend said, "you want some more boy?", "yes". His hand smacked my ass, "I didn't hear you boy, I said do you want some more". "Yes sir, fuck me sir."

He slid his cock into me "Stroke your cock boy, I'm gonna fuck the cum out of you" and soon as the speed of his thrusts increased I knew he was about to cum. Jake and Buck on either side of me were jerking their cocks over my chest. My boyfriend grunted and moaned and pulled out of my ass. He stroked his cock and emptied a huge load onto my chest. Buck and Jake started cumming as well and the dungeon was filled with grunting, moaning heavy breathing and manseed. I felt their hot loads landing on me and I closed my eyes and jerked my cock and thought about the flesh and the muscle and the hair and the men and the taste of their mouths and their cocks and all of them taking turns working my ass and "Ohhh fuck yea, fuck ahhh, ahhh." And with that I added a fourth load to the three covering me already. Warm mouths took turns kissing mine and I just relaxed for a bit.

I think the important rule for me is that when it comes to the dungeon scene your boyfriend should always be there to control the situation and make sure things don't get out of hand or dangerous. For me it's also important that if you are letting several guys take turns with you your boyfriend should always be the first one in and the last one out.

That's just how it goes sometimes

2007-06-06T12:50:00.000-07:00

My boyfriend and I have been having sex for about 5 years now and it's probably hotter now than when we first met. As you know we get into a lot of role playing and games. A nice hot military session, some water sports, a trip to the dungeon (which we haven't covered yet) or some some good old fashioned prison sex are within our boundaries. All of these scenes along with a little dose of corporal punishment from time to time are exactly what we need. There are other times though when 2 hot, masculine, muscular, semi-hairy men like us get together and we just want to fuck. When 2 men who live together are turned on by each other as much as my boyfriend and I are there is always a lot of testosterone and masculinity in the air and it doesn't take long until 2 men in a situation like that need to take out their dicks and just let nature take its course.

My boyfriend and I are about the same height so when once we have our dicks out and are standing face to face kissing is pretty easy. We are both really into kissing each other and we're both good kissers. I love really wet open mouth kissing with a lot of tongue, that really turns me on. When our dicks are hard they stick straight out, perpendicular to our bodies unlike some mens erections which point upward or curve to one side. We like to start out standing and kissing with our erections keeping a little distance between us. That way we can touch each others cocks and balls and play with each others nipples while we're kissing. When we want a little flesh on flesh we put our hard-ons up flat against our stomachs and rub them together. Sometimes my boyfriend puts his between my legs and rubs it on my balls.

We usually take turns going down for a little cock sucking and ball licking but eventually we end up on the bed. I love being on my back with my boyfriend on top of me, he feels big and solid and I can wrap my legs around him as our rock hard cocks rub together. After we kiss for a while sometimes he moves down and works my dick and balls and then he'll flip my legs up and eats my ass. I love having my ass eaten and my boyfriend knows what I like. He gently flicks his tongue around on my hole and then licks all the way up to my balls. Being as masculine as he is my boyfriend has pretty thick facial hair, he keeps it shaved but when he gets that 5 o'clock shadow he's always careful not to be too rough with the scruff on my tender little hole.

I love eating his ass as well, he shaves his ass and balls so it's always nice and smooth for me. I'll start working his ass with my tongue and he'll say "yea, eat that ass boy" or "you like that ass don't you boy". Although I don't shave my stuff as often as my boyfriend does we share the same ideals when it comes to cleanliness. So when we are both up for some action we know what we need to take care of first in order to ensure each others satisfaction. Clean body and a filthy mind I guess you could say.

It usually doesn't take long after a little ass eating until he knows what I need and he'll say "you wanna get fucked", "yea" I say. "Tell me to fuck you" he says "I want you fuck me" I reply. "Give me that big hard cock."

Many times we start out with me on my back. He loosens up my ass with some lube and his fingers and then puts some lube on my cock and strokes it a little. Then he'll lube up his cock and lift my legs up and slide his hard cock into me. His cock is pretty big and it gets thicker as you move down to the base so it usually takes me a couple seconds to relax and accommodate him before before we can get a rhythm going. He holds my legs at my ankles while he's fucking me or sometimes puts his hands behind my knees and presses them down onto my chest. He looks so hot when he's above me in this position his big muscular arms holding my legs while he looks down to watch his rock hard manhood sliding in and out of me. "Your ass feels so good, I love fucking you" "It's all yours baby, fuck me". He'll put his chest down on mine so we can kiss from time to time. I'll hold my legs so his hands are free because it's so hot when he rubs his chest and pinches his nipples while he's fucking me. I touch his stomach and pecs and move my hands all over his hairy, muscular torso as he thrusts in and out of me. I put my hands on his muscular ass and guide him to buck into me as deep as he can. A couple times he pulls out the whole way and then goes back in deep because he knows I like that.

He pulls out and flips me over and gives it to me doggy style. I love when he fucks me like this and he knows it. I say "Come on give it to me, fuck that ass" and then I reach back between my legs and touch his balls while he's sliding in and out. "Rub my balls while I'm fucking you". He smacks my ass good and hard while he's pounding my fuckhole. "Fuck yourself on my cock" he orders. I move my ass back and forth on his pole. "Your ass is so tight". He grabs ahold of my shoulders and pounds as hard as he can.

He pulls his cock out of me and flips me over again, this time onto my back and starts giving it to me again. He says, "This ass is all mine isn't it?" "Yea, come on fuck me." "Fuck me as hard as you want to." I'm stroking my cock and I'm close to shooting. "Your ass is so tight, it feels so good." I pinch his nipples and rub his pecs and ass then put one hand on his thigh while I resume stroking my cock "You like me fucking your ass?" "Yea man, your cock is so big and it feels so good inside of me." I let out a deep breath and shoot 4 spasms of hot cum across my belly. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum" he says and pulls out of me and jerks a hot stream of manjuice that hits me on the chest, a second shoots out to my neck then 2 more hit my stomach and cock. I love being covered with our cum and after my boyfriend is done milking his cock dry he lays down beside me and we both try to relax and catch our breath.

Nothing like a bath

2007-06-01T09:09:00.000-07:00

When my boyfriend and I worked together in NYC we decided to have a little bathhouse adventure one night. Bathhouses can be pretty scary places if you worry about the consequences and repercussions of unsafe and anonymous sex. If you think the bathhouse is an important part of the gay experience and history and you decide to visit one it's a good idea to take your masculine, muscular, semi-hairy, well-hung boyfriend with you to make sure you stay safe and out of trouble. So we were off to Chelsea and the West Side Club.

We had a few ground rules no kissing, sucking or fucking anyone. We paid, locked up our stuff, got our towels, some lube and condoms and headed to a room where we got naked and put our towels on.
Our plan was to wander around on our own for a little bit, like we came separately and didn't know each other. After a while we would "anonymously" meet and you know, do what gay men do in a bathhouse. I walked around the shadowy hallways with the other men for a bit, checked things out, peered into some of the partially open doors of the tiny rooms. In a few of these dimly lit rooms naked men were laying on their stomachs, asses towards the door waiting for whatever it is that naked men laying on their stomachs with their asses towards the door wait for. After a little while I leaned up against the wall and just watched everyone pass. Soon my boyfriend came by and checked me out we didn't really talk alot, cause you know, we just met and we weren't there to get to know each other. We headed over to take a shower and hung out in the gang shower for a while, checking out those who came and went as they checked us out.

If you haven't noticed, I have this thing for gang showers. I'm not sure why, just something about being with a bunch of wet, clean, naked men. Anyhow I think it would be cool to have a gang shower in our house. Sometimes on weekends in the fall my boyfriend and I have some of our masculine, muscular and athletic man-friends over to play football with us.

It would be nice if afterward we could all hit the showers together and get to know each other better. The gang shower is a great place for male bonding.

After the shower I followed him back to the room, which was basically just a changing room, that's all we could get because we're not members. It was pretty small, maybe even smaller than a changing room in a clothing store. We took our towels off and stood just inside the open door and started kissing touching and exploring each other like we just met. Before long we had a visitor. He was a Mediterranean looking guy, shorter than us, didn't say anything just some mutual cock and ball groping and nipple play. After he wandered off this older daddy type came in and there was a little more of the same. This guy was after more though, he kept trying to get me to go down and suck his dick which there was no way I was doing. I actually started to get a little freaked out but my big strong man took care of me and protected me. The daddy guy left once he got the picture that he wasn't going to get anything more than some hand action.

After he left my boyfriend and I decided to get down to business. His cock was really hard and he was ready to fuck. When my boyfriend is ready to fuck I'm always more than happy to oblige. He said,"I'm gonna fuck your ass" and he put on the condom and lubed up. With the door still open he turned me around and bent me over, I braced my hands on the bench as he worked his thick tool into me. I kept one hand on the bench and the other on the wall to hold myself in position as he started fucking me. I think we had some observers, I couldn't really tell as I was facing away from the door but I would imagine the grunting and groaning and the sound of him smacking my ass probably would have caught somebodys attention. Plus, I think it is probably pretty hot to watch a big, muscular, rough, rock hard man bending his boy over a chair and giving it to him good and hard. I know I'd watch that. Anyhow after my boyfriend plowed my ass for a little while he was soon ready to cum and he closed the door before doing so because there are some things you just shouldn't share with total strangers in a bathhouse.

Face down in lockdown

2007-05-23T12:05:00.000-07:00

I've never been in prison but I do have some very specific ideas about the sort of things that might go on after lights out in a cell block full of masculine virile tattooed men. I imagine that in prison, days are spent weightlifting and exercising in the prison gym and inmates are free to observe the growing muscles on themselves as well as on the other masculine, tattooed inmates. They are free to observe the increasing muscularity of the male bodies as they are being washed of their sweat in the gang showers. After a few days of this sort of activity the most basic animalistic urges will certainly take over a young testosterone filled male prison inmate. I don't think any of this goes unnoticed by the prison guards either, after all their job is to keep an eye on the inmates. I'm positive that after performing a couple of strip searches and body cavity searches the pent up desires of the guards are just as caged and volatile as the inmates.

Prison sex has always been a big turn on for my boyfriend and I so the prison scene is a scenario we occasionally spend some time on. It usually progresses as follows. After lights out inmates are required to be in their cells, in bed, naked and on their stomachs. These are the rules of the prison and it's better for the inmate to not break the rules, especially when the guard that works your cell block is hung like a bull. While laying there in the darkness I hear his boots scraping on the cement floor and his nightstick tapping the metal bars of cell gates. (And what I mean here is his socks on the carpet and the sound of the door to the "cell" being opened. And what I mean by "cell" is our bedroom with its huge walk in closet, balcony and cathedral ceiling)

Anyhow, the guard stops outside my cell and I know I better not move or try to look. I hear the keys in the lock and the gate being opened and I begin to prepare myself for what is going to happen. After he locks the gate behind him I hear him undressing, unbuckling his belt and removing it from the pants of his skin tight navy blue uniform. I hear him untying and removing his military issue boots. Then I feel him get on the bed between my legs. His knees spread my legs apart as he moves up the bed between them. He takes a pillow in one muscular hand and taps my hips with the other. I raise my hips off the bed and he places the pillow under me to ensure the right angle for maximum penetration. He slowly lowers himself on top of me and I feel the heat of his rock hard penis between the top of my ass and on the small of my back. His huge testicles rest down lower on my ass. I feel the warmth of the hard muscles and soft hair of his chest resting on my back. He pins my arms to the bed and places the rough scruff of his chin next to my neck and his mouth is right next to my ear. I can feel the heat of his breath and the smell of beer that lingers on it. He whispers into my ear, "I've been watching you boy, and I've been waiting all day for this, I'm going to fuck you good and hard now and I want you to keep quiet." His hand reaches around and he pushes a jockstrap warm and damp with his sweat and musk into my mouth. (I don't know if prison guards normally wear jockstraps on the job, but in our prison they do)

He lifts himself off of me and moves down my body, his knees open my legs up further. I feel his hands spreading my ass and the heat of his breath and the scruff of his chin on the tender flesh on my anus. His tongue slides up and down across my anus and then down to my scrotum and back to my anus. He tries to bury his tongue as deeply as he can, tasting and collecting the scent like any wild animal would do to his mate just before he mounts him. As he continues I let out a muffled moan. He spits into my ass and then rises up onto his knees. I hear him spit into his hand and then the sound of him rubbing his penis. He then lowers himself on top of me, his hard muscular thighs pin my legs to the mattress and his feet lock around my ankles to keep my legs spread as far as he wants them. The head of his penis pushes at my anus and it is so hard he does not need to guide it in. He lowers himself on top of me, his face next to my ear as he pushes himself into me. He whispers in my ear, "open up that ass boy". I bite down on the jockstrap and he slides into me the whole way. He stays still for a moment exhaling a groan of hot breath onto my neck. I feel the weight of his testicles and the smooth shaved skin of his scrotum resting on top of my own. I feel the warm leather of his cock ring pressing the tender flesh of my anus. He pulls out of me partially and I feel the sweaty skin of his scrotum which has adhered to mine peel away from mine. He slides back into me and begins to build a rhythm, the weight of his muscled body on top of mine. He whispers into my ear "take my dick boy, this ass is all mine and you better have it ready for me whenever I want it".

He lifts his chest off of my back and supports himself on his arms. His thighs keep my legs spread and pinned to the bed. In this position he has the leverage and control to fuck me harder and faster and he does not waste the opportunity. I bite down on the jockstrap and let out a few muffled whimpers. Every few thrusts he pulls out of me completely and then drives back in the full length of his shaft. As he rhythmically thrusts into me I can feel the wetness of pre-ejaculate leaking from my penis, I am unable to reach under to touch my cock, when I try to he grabs my arm away and gives my ass a stinging smack with the back of his big muscular hand. He says "you're not gonna cum until I'm done with you boy" This is about his gratification not mine. I would not have thought it was possible but angering him caused me to get a harder and rougher fucking than I had gotten up to that point.

Soon I could tell by the deepening of his breath, the steady rhythm of his cock pumping my ass and his moaning he was close. He lowered his full weight back on top of me and locked his arms around mine. His mouth was next to my ear as he began to exhale heavy groans through tightly clenched teeth. I felt his body spasm and contract on mine. His heavy testicles contracted and pulled away from mine as he marked his territory inside of me. He collapsed completely on top of me the weight of his muscled frame making it hard for me to breathe, our flesh glued together with sweat, his cheek next to mine he whispered in my ear "good boy".

In the prison scenario the guard would climb off the inmate and say "now clean yourself up" so this is where our prison sex ends. One of the best things about having a hot, muscular, inshape, semi-hairy boyfreind is that he cares about your satisfaction as well. So he lets the inmate roll over on his back and cradles the inmates head in one arm and kisses him. The guard uses his other hand to stimulate the the inmates balls and ass, you know, whatever it takes to help get the inmate off and this usually happens pretty quickly. Afterward the the inmate and the guard clean themselves up together.

It was the half-nelson that did me in

2007-05-22T14:23:00.000-07:00

I tend to watch football on a pretty regular basis during football season. I enjoy the game, I also enjoy watching men in tight football pants. While I'm watching them run up and down the field I can't help but to think about how at some point both before and after these proceedings there is a locker room and jockstraps and muscles and hair and nudity and sweat and showers and all of that testosterone fueled male bonding. Probably some towel snapping, some wrestling, talking about each others dicks and balls. Then of course there is the whole pre-season thing with the entire team getting a required complete physical examination from the team physician, oh to be a fly on the wall in that exam room, or to be the physician. It almost makes me wish I went to to medical school after all. These thoughts make me happy and make me realize how happy I am to be a man, they make me even happier to be a gay man. I find the nature of the males need to compete against one another and to determine a victor through domination (like that's not hot) to be as exciting as the uniforms they choose to wear when they have their competitions.

Take for example the wrestling singlet. It is probably the most exciting of the sports uniforms. I've always found the "wrestler" to be a huge turn on. There is just something very exciting and arousing about guys who want to strip down to what amounts to nothing more than their underwear and try to pin each other on a mat. I do have to say the wrestling singlet is much more intriguing than underwear though. My boyfriend and I own several wrestling singlets and sometimes when we have guests over we often bring up the subject of wrestling singlets in an attempt to see if the guest is as fascinated with wearing one as we are. You probably wouldn't be surprised to find how many want to put one on, even if it's someone you just met. The wrestling match is something I've studied intensively and can give an accurate analysis of.

The wresting match starts out like this, with the competitor in a position that indicates he is receptive to his challenger.

And then after some interaction domination occurs and victory is imminent (as is satisfaction, it would appear).

Usually after the match the competitors partially remove their singlets as this allows much needed oxygen to permeate the smooth muscled flesh. At times as you can see injuries obtained in battle need to be treated.

And at times the agony of defeat is too much for the competitor to handle and some comfort needs to be given. I think at some point all little bear cubs need to be held and comforted.

In the winter months where I live one of the local cable television stations broadcasts college wrestling on Saturday evenings. I happened to come across this on one particular Saturday night. Of course I was mesmerized and given the choice of Trading Spaces or college wrestling I was sticking with the wrestling. Not long afterwards my boyfriend came home and took one look at the television and said what are you watching? It didn't take long for him to get engaged in this as well. Somewhere around the 170 and 185 weight matches (this would be our weight class) the lube came out and our pants found their way around our ankles. What could be cooler than a Saturday night at home with your boyfriend laying back of the couch and stroking your dick. Given the situation it didn't take long for both of us to each shoot a nice big load on our stomachs.

Occasionally my boyfriend and I go to the beach and throw the football back and forth because that's what men do sometimes. I bought my boyfriend his first wrestling singlet and he bought me my first pair of football pants cause that's just the sort of relationship we have. At some point we will have our own wresling match. I can guarantee you I will lose beacause I'm not a good wrestler and besides you know how it goes, the loser has to submit and "give it up" to the winner.

For every problem there is a solution

2007-05-20T12:31:00.000-07:00

As I've stated before my boyfriend and I presently live together in a condo and sometimes there are consequences to confining so much testosterone and masculinity to a place that perhaps may be to small to contain it. There are times when the male hormones start raging and it becomes really difficult to control your actions. This phenomena happens to me from time to time and when it does this little bear usually finds himself in a heap of trouble. Although this is a problem my boyfriend and I are both problem solvers and we've come up with a way to deal with the situation.

When you see your daddy bear in front of you wielding a 20 inch long, 3.5 inch wide, 1/2 inch thick piece of solid hickory you know he means business. You know that very soon you are going to be led out to the woodshed, if you happen to have a woodshed, which most condos don't. Either way you experience a very unique set of feelings when you hear him say "you've been getting out of line boy, and it's time we set things straight" "Take off those overalls and your undershorts and assume the position, it's time I teach you a lesson about respect" At this point I've realized it's best to just accept your fate and deal with it the best you can. The quicker your punishment begins the sooner it will be over and hopefully it won't be over that soon. Even though I know pleading and apologizing and trying to get out of it is only going to earn me a longer and more severe paddling sometimes I can't control myself and I start voicing opposition to the inevitable.

There is a split second between hearing the sound of the first swat and when the sting registers throughout your body and you let out a breath and a groan. After about a half a dozen more the combination of the pain and of being naked and bent over with all of your manliness, your scrotum, penis and anus exposed and vulnerable and the humiliation of being punished like a post-pubescent male by the principal in his office or by the football coach in the locker room after practice or by the wrestling coach in the locker room after losing your match, you feel flush and hot and your body begins producing tiny beads of sweat which attach to the hair, that lightly covers your muscular frame.

There is some correlation between the infraction and how the punishment progresses but I have yet to discover what this is. I only know that sometimes my misbehavior results in a butt plug being inserted during the punishment and that gives me something else to think about and concentrate on, especially if the paddle hits the butt plug which it sometimes does.

The level of discomfort I may experience and my reaction to the pain mean very little because my boyfriend decides when the punishment is over. There is also one other consideration I need to take ownership of.

The act of administering punishment introduces many urges in the masculine, muscular, hairy daddy bear. Because I am responsible for creating the situation where punishment was required in the first place, it becomes my responsibility to satisfy his urges. Accepting this responsibility is part of accepting the punishment. My boyfriend controls this situation as well and I allow him to satisfy himself in whatever manner he pleases. Another great thing about my boyfriend is that he realizes that receiving punishment also introduces many urges in the submissive male and it's his responsibility to satisfy those urges.

Start with a #2 then move to a #1

2007-05-19T17:25:00.000-07:00

In spite of the fact that I have a thick head of hair I like to keep it trimmed real short. Buzzed off with clippers for the most part. I do it myself with my own clippers because it just saves me a lot of valuable time. I would love to discuss my ideas and theories surrounding haircuts but this isn't the place. What I want to discuss is that today, my boyfriend got his hair cut.

This isn't a picture of my boyfriend but I think it is a pretty accurate representation of him with his new haircut. He's pretty masculine, buff, a little hairy and has just enough of that hard-ass rough thing going on. And as far as the part I didn't show here, well that's only for me, but I can tell you one thing. Although I know it isn't true and there is no evidence to back it up, I think that the aggressive, take charge nature of a man is directly proportionate to the size of his testicles and penis. That being said, I can tell you my boyfriend is a pretty aggressive top.

Anyhow, both of us truly believe that you should not squander any opportunity afforded to you by a good haircut. The fact of the matter is, if you are going to do a Marines scene nothing adds to the authenticity more than some dog tags and a military buzz cut. And you know the scene I'm talking about, the one where the corporal gets caught breaking the rules and he's given the choice of a Court Martial and the end of his military career or all records of the infraction can be forgotten and erased from his record if he agrees to spend a couple of hours in the Brig submitting to the Drill Sargent. Obviously this corporal chooses option 2.

If you are unfamiliar, the story goes something like this; the corporal is told to strip and stand to be inspected by the Drill Sargent. After a physical inspection the Drill Sargent gets in the corporals face and berates him and orders him to his knees. The Drill Sargent instructs the corporal to undo his fatigues and to take him in his mouth. The corporal is reminded that a less than satisfactory performance and any discomfort to the Drill Sargent will result in several strokes of the Drill Sargent's black leather garrison belt being applied to the corporals naked buttocks. The corporal desperately tries, but cannot avoid scraping his teeth on the Drill Sargent's massively engorged member.

My boyfriend and I have been together for quite a while and we are aware of each others health status. Our relationship is monogamous so we are not encumbered by all those things that come with open relationships. Although sometimes we might use condoms in an anonymous sex scene, like I'm in a room in a bath house on my stomach with the door opened, it's not a necessity for us to always use condoms and this permits some sexual freedoms.

For example the Drill Sargent has the corporal on all fours and is behind him rubbing himself between the corporal's, now crimson, buttocks like a wild stallion. The Drill Sargent barks "Are you ready to take me boy" the corporal replies "I don't know if I can sir, please sir, don't take me raw". His pleas are futile though and the drill Sargent says "you just stay there boy and you take what your given". All the time, of course, the corporal was secretly wishing the Drill Sargent would have taken him raw 20 minutes ago.

Have you ever heard the sound of dog tags swinging freely around a man's neck, the rhythmic metalic nature of it? The sound is different for every man because the timbre will change based on the amount of chain touching flesh and that will change based on the musculature of the neck. Add to that some deep, gasping breaths and the primal, guttural grunting that is produced from infliction of a certain amount of pain, the pain which soon evolves into an ultimate and inevitable pleasure. If you know this, then I guess you know the value of a good haircut.

Lube and Cheez-Its

2007-05-18T18:11:00.000-07:00

I was never a big fan of Cheez-Its, the taste always kind of reminded me of Fritos which I never really liked because to me, they just tasted burnt. Mind you, both were adequate to satiate the post bong munchies but, you know, that was a long time ago. I love my boyfriend and my boyfriend loves Cheez-Its so they have a place in my life and my pantry. On one occasion I was sitting at my desk working and I happened to feel something under my desk with my foot. And I thought, oh God what could that be under my desk and I have to admit I was a little afraid to just blindly stick my hand under there to retrieve whatever it was. It turns out that it was a Cheez-It under my desk and discovering this brought a smile to my face because I knew where it came from.

My boyfriend and I sometimes have a habit of getting things on the floor and one time solving the problem wasn't as easy as sticking your hand under a desk.

One of the great things about being a gay man and living with your boyfriend is that you can have sex whenever you want to. Whether it be during a Project Runway commercial break or on the couch on a Saturday night with college wrestling on TV, it really makes no difference, it's all good.

I just have one word of caution, you have to be careful what you get on the floor. One night in the kitchen things started cooking; you know a little "you like that boy?", "yes sir I do!". "You want me to give it to you boy", "Yes sir, please give it to me anyway you want". So out comes the silicone based lubricant, because you know you have to have silicone based lubricant.

Anyhow, being bent over the sink is hot especially by a pretty masculine and controlling top, you know, you feel compelled to just do what you're told and take it. So the fact that the whole time I was taking it the silicone lubricant was getting on the floor didn't really mean a whole lot to me as my mind was on other things.

Well, you know how sometimes things are really hot, but then when you are done it doesn't seem so hot and you fear you might have regrets? Like if you and your boyfriend have a 3-way with a guy you met online who doesn't turn out to be as hot as you thought he would be (please like this hasn't happened to you). The kitchen sink scene was hot it was actually video worthy but you know there was an epilogue, something you would never see in a video. Silicone based lubricant on linoleum flooring creates a surface I can only describe as walking on ice, covered with metal ballbearings wearing a pair of 5 inch wedge espadrilles made out of banana peels. Not that I would know about that. And let me tell you, scrubbing and mopping doesn't work.

For the next few days anytime one of us would walk through the kitchen you would hear a "WHOA JESUS I ALMOST FELL". We finally put a rug over it because regardless of how quickly and easily I bend over, my back goes out very easily.

It took several weeks until the situation finally resolved itself and it left me with many things to ponder. The most important of which is as follows: I'm a big fan of the show CSI and I can't help but to think that if a CSI ever came to our house and turned on that Ultra-Violet light they use to lluminate bodily secretions and stuff like that, this place would light up like the Forbidden City on Chinese New Year.

It's a black & white world and clothes make the man!

2007-05-17T16:23:00.000-07:00

Even though I wouldn't trade being gay for anythng in the world, sometimes I feel like such a tool when I get caught up in "all things gay". Take for example my reaction when I saw this in one of my periodicals.

Well, my first reaction was, honey, I have to have it. So I grabbed my credit card and a couple of clicks later my order was confirmed. One for me and one for my boyfriend because you know, that's hot. A week or so later there was a note on my door to inform me that the USPS tried to deliver a package and I needed to sign for it and I was not there so I had to go to the post office to claim it.

I just assumed it was one of those FedEx envelopes from Capital One (the banking Nazi's) trying to sell me a mortgage and I was ready to throw the notice away and ignore the whole thing. Upon a closer look I noticed through the Physician-like chicken scratch of the postal agent, the sender's name appeared to be French (Postale if that appears French). So I started thinking, what would I be getting in the mail from someplace French? Then it hit me, the lace up Jockstraps I ordered were from a Canadian retailer.

Well, I was at the post office as soon as they opened the next morning, and they open at 4am. I got my parcel and hightailed it back to my luxury SUV with black leather interior. Of course I couldn't wait for the 10 minutes it would have taken me to get home and opened the package right there. And to my initial dismay, what did I find?

Black lace-up jock straps. How did this happen? I was so distracted by the visuals that I somehow screwed up the order and I ordered black instead of white. And don't get me wrong I don't dislike black in any way, I do own several other black jockstraps, I was just dissappointed because it wasn't what I was expecting.

As soon as I got home I started searching for another place to buy the white lace up jockstraps because I figured when it comes to lace-up jockstraps there is no law, as far as I know, that puts a limit on the number of lace-up jockstraps two good-looking, inshape, masculine, semi-hairy, well hung male lovers can own and walk around the house in.

A credit card and a couple of clicks later I had order confirmation. This time from and American retailer so hopefully I would avoid the whole post office thing. The next day I get an e-mail informing me that the items in my order are backordered and I am given a shipping date when they will be in-stock. Well weeks come and go and no white lace-up jockstraps appear at my door. I send an e-mail inquiry to customer service and get no response. So the next day, today, I call customer service. Someone named Nancy or Mary, I can't recall exactly, answered and she was very friendly and I gave her my order number. She said "oh yes the white lace-up jockstraps, they've been backordered from the supplier in Canada and I see they were shipped from the supplier so we should be getting them probably by Monday and we will get them out to you as soon as possible." I felt a bit of relief that I didn't screw up another order when she said "white" and I trusted that she was being honest when she told me I'd have my jockstraps soon.

Hold your water young man!!!

2007-05-13T19:51:00.000-07:00

At some point in every relationship the topic of water sports comes up, well maybe not in every relationship but it did in mine and that's all that matters. One Saturday night, my boyfriend and I decided we were both up for a some golden showering. It was Saturday night and we had just gotten a case of Samuel Adams Winter Lager, our favorite beer, so the opportunity was upon us.

Our condo is on the second floor and we have a really good realationship with our downstairs neighbor. We get along with her very well and she always tells us she doesn't know what she will do if we move out and she has to deal with new neighbors. That makes me feel good, it makes me feel wanted and I like that. The fact is though, we can't stay here forever. 2 masculine, burly, semi-hairy men need space and land, a place to furrow and plant their seed. A place where testosterone can be emitted, unencumbered and in massive quantities. And by that I mean a pre-planned, custom-built community of 3,400 square foot luxury carriage homes managed by a homeowners association where once a week from the beginning of March to the end of November several 20-25 year old strapping, white trash males with crew-cuts, tattoos and tight asses come and mow the lawn and do some landscaping.

Anyhow, we had a couple of beers and then took a walk to take the trash and recycling to the dumpster and recycling bins. We each took a beer with us because it made us feel like we were in Vegas, walking to the garbage dumpster while drinking a beer. On the way back we stopped at our downstairs neighbor's because I noticed the lights were on and I had some things I had gotten for her that I wanted to drop off. She had some friends over for drinks and dinner and she introduced us and invited us in. With beers in hand we kindly declined and said we had to get back upstairs. My true thought though was, "sorry we can't stay my boyfriend has a full bladder".

Once upstairs, doors locked and naked, I laid back in the Jacuzzi tub and he stood over me and let loose. It was warm and it felt good on my chest and legs and face washing over me like a baptism. Perhaps, the baptism I would have wanted if I were given the choice at 2 weeks old. I opened my mouth and the taste was different than what I would have expected, salty but more potassium than sodium. It was not at all unappealing and what I couldn't help wondering was if the taste altered based on dietary intake. My boyfriend said "don't swallow it", which I had no intention of doing but the guidance the statement implied is exactly what you should expect from your boyfriend in a situation as this. I think what I found most exciting was the fact that I have a boyfriend who has no problem peeing on me if I ask him to and who thinks it's hot if I pee on him too.