Friday, September 25, 2009


Out of order, but I've added a post for 13 September. And I've made some changes to my blog list. The college-boy sex in A sailor boy's blog is maybe a bit too wholesome for the piggies that follow this blog but the day by day drama with lovers and sex buddies is kinda fun. I've added awkwurd: he's a bit irregular but his stories when they appear are about the hottest things I've read. Then there's Benjamin Fredrickson whose blog has been on my list for some time. This guy is seriously twisted. He presses all my buttons. What do I have to do to end up on the end of his dick or his fist, and in one of his polaroids? Apart from getting to Minneapolis, that is ...

Wednesday, September 23, 2009


Sunday was a stunner of a day - cool, but clear blue sky. I went out for a run, then headed up the hill to see if there was action. There was a wonderful scent in the air up there from the flowering broom.

There wasn't much else. I stumbled on a couple of older guys playing with the young guy with the trailbike who likes to have other guys jerk his dick while he looks at girlie porn magazines. There was another old guy who has a huge dick but, as I found out a few weeks ago, really just wants to turn over and take raw dick up his shaved arse. No, I wanted something else.

I spotted a younger guy there, 20s, curly hair, specs, bit of a beard. He showed no sign of interest when I walked past him. I headed back along the trail and then lay down in the sun under a pine tree. A little while later I heard someone else coming down toward the tree. It was curly. He stopped, looking down at me from a little way up the hill. I figured he was looking for a come-on. I dropped my shorts and started jacking myself. No reaction, but he kept looking. I took a hit of poppers, kept jacking, then took off my shirt. No reaction. I licked a finger, turned round, bent over, pushed it up my arse, played with myself. Curly stood there with his hands in his pockets, watching.

This went on for 10 minutes. I don't really get my kicks out of putting on a show for other guys but curly was sexy in a nerdy kind of way, and I wanted to get my rocks off. I went up to the tree and beckoned him down. He came down straightaway - maybe I should have done that at the start! I reached under his shirt for his nipples. I groped his dick; he had a semi. Told him to give me his dick. He unzipped and pulled it out. He hardened up real fast. He had a nice piece. And being a redhead he smelt extra good.

I got on my knees and took him into my mouth. I pushed the head of his deck down to the back of my mouth, then down into my throat. His dick got longer and harder as I worked on him. I asked if he wanted to slide it up my arse. Nope. It soon became clear why: as I went down on him again I felt the head of his dick swell. He pulled out of my mouth and started spurting. I got a bit of a taste but that was all. He wiped, zipped up and headed back up the track as I gathered up my gear and started dressing. All kinda kinky and fun but didn't give me the fuck I was looking for. Pity: a long hard raw youngman dick up my arse would have made for a perfect end to the day.

Sunday, September 13, 2009


It was a misty afternoon but there were a few guys up the hill. The guy with the goatee and the PA was mainly into the twink with the chihuahua but after the twink blew his load he was happy for me to blow him. He had a nice piece, average size but with a fat head and real hard. Trouble was his PA was making me gag when I tried to deep throat him. He eventually zipped up and moved away. I wasn't much interested in the others until a couple of French guys turned up. They were tourists, had somehow heard about the beat but didn't know much about the rest of the town. I filled them in. I would have been happy to go off with the black guy from Paris. He was friendly but he was looking for something else. The guy with the PA showed up again and soon enough hooked up with the black guy. I left them to it.

I had a feed and a nap and then headed out to the club. I wanted some dick. There was a black guy with an extra large dick who was fucking all comers, but only for a coupla minutes at a time, without coming. I took my turn. A southern boy hit on me: he had been drinking, was in a bottom mood, wanted to be used. Well I'm game for most things. I worked his nipples which were definitely wired to his dick. I worked him hard, went further than he wanted and then some. I gave him my spit. I ate his arse. I fucked his face. He didn't want my dick up his arse. All kinda fun, went on for nearly an hour till he blew his load. But it was a bit one-way for me. I saved my load.

I ended up making out with a guy who said he was from Argentina. He was in his 40s, in nice shape. Big kisser, hairy chest, beard. I went down on him. He had a nice piece, long, uncut. I took him to the back of my throat then down further, got his dick all nice and slobbery. But I wanted him in my arse. He was happy to oblige. We were in an open cubicle with a chair. I bent over the chair and held on as he slid in, raw, then started moving inside me. I alternated between bending over so he could go deep and standing up so he could wrap his arms around me and pull my head round so we could make out.

Several times I pulled off and knelt down to suck my arse juices off his dick and then stick my tongue down his throat. He was into that. At times he moved slowly inside me, others he banged me hard.

After half an hour of this his long dick was stirring up my insides a bit more than I had bargained on: I had hosed out earlier but not quite thoroughly enough. I blew my load as he banged me hard for another minute then he headed over to clean up. Not quite the ending I had had in mind but I wandered home feeling well worked over.

Friday, September 4, 2009


Woke up this morning intending to flick an email off to the guy who blogs as hypersexed history nerd. It's been engrossing stuff the past few weeks. But I had an uneasy feeling it was heading for a trainwreck. The detail about his friends and fuckbuds, the games and the conversations - which made the story so much fun was also a dead giveaway if any of them ever spotted the blog. For a long time I had doubts that the blog was for real - it seemed too risky. Well, no more doubts about that. I see this morning he's taken it down.

I'll miss it. His nerd/stud character was a blast. I guess I'm not the only one who got hooked on the mix of puppydog gusto and grownup wisdom. His buddies - trying to find their natural place on the straightboy/cocksucker scale - were endlessly fascinating. Plus he writes like a real ace.

Well that's all in the past. Sounds as if the blog has blown up in his face: someone's made the connection. That's the risk all of us take when we bare our secrets like this. Spare a thought for the kid.