Paul Barresi - my dream daddy forever!
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
John, my first adultery.
Got off the #6 subway train, I walked towards to the Mondrian building on 54th Street. My heart was beating fast and I was really nervous. It was the first time I met someone, behind my partner's back, on the internet and actually decided to meet.
"17th floor." the doorman said to me after he informed John.
Rang the doorbell, I found my hands were shaking. Before I could change my mind and turn away, John opened the door with a big smile on his face. He wrote in his email that he has Tom Selleck's mustache and he certainly wasn't lying. And I could see his chest hair coming out from under his white dress shirt, which really turned me on.
We chatted a little bit this and that, and I wasn't sure what's going to happen. He was originally from Belgium and has a sexy accent.
"I just came back from the office. Why don't you take a hot shower with me? Hm?"
I looked at him and just smiled, didn't know what to say, although my cock got hard in response to his suggestion.
"Come." he said and started taking off his clothes while walking into his bedroom.
I sat there, thinking if I should. Then I could hear the water hitting the floor. The image of him naked, the idea of being so close to a hairy man of my dream made me crazy.. Finally I stood up, got rid of my clothes and walked into the shower room.
We touched each other's body a short while, looked at each other in the eyes and our lips touched. He kissed me passionately, his tongue explored my mouth. I usually don't care much about smokers. But in this situation, it seem to make the whole thing even hotter. I sucked on his tongue, tasted his lips and smelled his tobacco scented mustache.
John put his hand on my head, motioned me to be on my knees. I admired his beautiful cock for a few second, and hungrily put it in my mouth and worked on it. I could sense that he was watching me sucking his cock, so I worked on it even harder.
He pulled me up on my feet, we kisses some more, and he lifted my right thigh, sticked his index finger into my ass. It hurt but it also excited me. He used soap as lubricant and tried to fuck me standing. His cock was rock hard but I had problem taking it in. I had to tell him that I needed some time..
"Let me fuck you from your back. It might be easier."
I was on my all four, facing the wall. He rubbed my asshole with the soap again while hot water showering on us. John was on his knees, trying as gently as he could to penetrate me. It really hurt the moment when his cock head entered my asshole, but my cock was so stiff and pre cum was dripping to the floor. John massaged my back, grabbed my hair and kissed me on my neck. When he could see that I relaxed a little, he slowly inserted his cock deeper. I moaned with lust and eventually took his cock all the way in. John's breathing became heavy, placed his hands on my shoulders and pumped my ass in a rhythm. I felt my asshole burning in fire but I didn't want it to stop..
John slowed down a bit, kissed and nibbled my ear with his hard cock resting in my ass. After a while he got up and suddenly fucked me in much faster speed. It seemed his cock was growing even bigger in my ass and it hurt me a lot. But I enjoyed it tremendously and I also wanted to make John happy. So I let him fucked me as long and hard as he wanted. Just before he was about to cum, he pulled his cock out and dumped his load on my ass.
We both collapsed on the floor, kissed and caressed each other while we try to catch our breath.
At the door before I left, I smiled embarrassed and said to him:
"That was my first time."
"No wonder you were so tight!" John said with a smirk.
He kissed me one more time on my cheek and then I was on my way back home. My ass was still hurting, but I felt strangely happy.
Since he knew that he was the first man who has ever fucked me, he fucked me raw and cum inside me each and every time. And I wouldn't have wanted it any other way when I was with him.
"17th floor." the doorman said to me after he informed John.
Rang the doorbell, I found my hands were shaking. Before I could change my mind and turn away, John opened the door with a big smile on his face. He wrote in his email that he has Tom Selleck's mustache and he certainly wasn't lying. And I could see his chest hair coming out from under his white dress shirt, which really turned me on.
We chatted a little bit this and that, and I wasn't sure what's going to happen. He was originally from Belgium and has a sexy accent."I just came back from the office. Why don't you take a hot shower with me? Hm?"
I looked at him and just smiled, didn't know what to say, although my cock got hard in response to his suggestion.
"Come." he said and started taking off his clothes while walking into his bedroom.
I sat there, thinking if I should. Then I could hear the water hitting the floor. The image of him naked, the idea of being so close to a hairy man of my dream made me crazy.. Finally I stood up, got rid of my clothes and walked into the shower room.
We touched each other's body a short while, looked at each other in the eyes and our lips touched. He kissed me passionately, his tongue explored my mouth. I usually don't care much about smokers. But in this situation, it seem to make the whole thing even hotter. I sucked on his tongue, tasted his lips and smelled his tobacco scented mustache.
John put his hand on my head, motioned me to be on my knees. I admired his beautiful cock for a few second, and hungrily put it in my mouth and worked on it. I could sense that he was watching me sucking his cock, so I worked on it even harder.
He pulled me up on my feet, we kisses some more, and he lifted my right thigh, sticked his index finger into my ass. It hurt but it also excited me. He used soap as lubricant and tried to fuck me standing. His cock was rock hard but I had problem taking it in. I had to tell him that I needed some time..
"Let me fuck you from your back. It might be easier."
I was on my all four, facing the wall. He rubbed my asshole with the soap again while hot water showering on us. John was on his knees, trying as gently as he could to penetrate me. It really hurt the moment when his cock head entered my asshole, but my cock was so stiff and pre cum was dripping to the floor. John massaged my back, grabbed my hair and kissed me on my neck. When he could see that I relaxed a little, he slowly inserted his cock deeper. I moaned with lust and eventually took his cock all the way in. John's breathing became heavy, placed his hands on my shoulders and pumped my ass in a rhythm. I felt my asshole burning in fire but I didn't want it to stop..
John slowed down a bit, kissed and nibbled my ear with his hard cock resting in my ass. After a while he got up and suddenly fucked me in much faster speed. It seemed his cock was growing even bigger in my ass and it hurt me a lot. But I enjoyed it tremendously and I also wanted to make John happy. So I let him fucked me as long and hard as he wanted. Just before he was about to cum, he pulled his cock out and dumped his load on my ass.
We both collapsed on the floor, kissed and caressed each other while we try to catch our breath.
At the door before I left, I smiled embarrassed and said to him:
"That was my first time."
"No wonder you were so tight!" John said with a smirk.
He kissed me one more time on my cheek and then I was on my way back home. My ass was still hurting, but I felt strangely happy.
Since he knew that he was the first man who has ever fucked me, he fucked me raw and cum inside me each and every time. And I wouldn't have wanted it any other way when I was with him.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Swallow it, boy!
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
My thoughts on "My Ex-Gay Friend"
Yesterday I read an article on the June 16, 2011 issue of the New York Times Magazine. The title was "My Ex-Gay Friend", which caught my attention immediately. We've heard so many stories about straight men came out and accepted their true sexuality, but I personally don't think that I ever have heard the opposite.
After finished reading the story about Michael Glatze, my mind was filled with a mixture of fascination, disbelief and a little anger. I only would like to ask him, if he really is straight now, why is it that he still needs to repress his feelings towards men? Why does he choose to live in a state, a community where there's visually no gay activities and surrounds himself with religious, anti gay, blind-Bible-reading followers?
What made me upset is that he not only declared he is straight but also starts criticizing gays and spreading anti gay messages. His using religion and quoting Bible are exactly the reasons why I don't believe in churches. Shouldn't religions unite people? Isn't it religion's purpose to teach people to be kind and be nice to others?
It's fine with me if Michael Glatze decides to become straight. If he finds peace and happy being a straight man, then I'd say"good for him". But now he believes that being gay is a choice, that it's something that you can switch back and forth, that "God" does not want gay people to be gay, all these simply make me wonder what has happened to him that causes him to have such 180-degree change in attitude about his sexuality and about gay?
To me, he has not found himself or the truth as he claimed he has. He is more lost than ever before.
PS: click here to read the article
Louis CK
Does anyone have the clip from his HBO show, “Lucky Louie,” where he shows his penis??
Friday, July 1, 2011
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