Blast...Back Again

I don't recall exactly why. It seems like my mother had to go to the doctor or something medical. On a summer's day in the South, the perfect solution seemed to be letting the kids go to the nearby lake with neighbors. Not just a small lake. This one had several access points and so the "beach" attracted dozens of people. An older man and woman — very distant relatives of ours — picked my little sister and me. Who knows the exact date, but I'm guessing 1978. My memories fade from extremely blurry to crystal sharp, so forgive the moments in between. It's as if some of my memories live beneath the murky lake water where it started and then emerges as it gets closer to the surface until it breaks and emerges above the surface. And then I can see what happened. But more than seeing it, I can feel it. It's not just the sensation of him but also the confusion and conflicts I felt every moment of that day. Drawn to stay in the water and allow him to touch me. I r...

It was one of those days at work when it seemed like half the office was out with some kind of bug. But I had an itch. I wanted to fuck. So I got online and within a few minutes, a guy and I chatted. I liked his rapid-fire response. He was horny like me and obviously wanted to get it on. He was 41 with a solid bod, or so the pics appeared. He was about 170 and 5 feet, 6 inches tall with light brown hair, and a nice goatee. He had some hair pretty much all over, but he was not a bear or even what I'd consider moderately hairy. He worked outdoors, so it was still tan, even here in the dead of a gloomy winter. In the last few moments of directions, he asked me how I wanted to be met at the door. "Naked," I responded. "No prob." Now, I've asked this of others and found, for the most part, people put something on, even if it's just a towel. But when the door opens wide at his handsome home, I was pleased to see a naked and tattooed man. I pulled him close, ki...

You know, it's funny how many "safe" tops I hear from that say they get soft while fucking with a condom. No wonder. Society is all about putting a "safe" distance between you and everyone else. Whether it's masked to keep away germs or gloves to prevent contaminants from leaking into our food or that "personal space" between you and the hot guy you're talking with. Life is messy. We always seem to be trying to clean it up. So I am chatting online with this hot little number who lives too fucking close to believe it. We do not clarify whether he's in the "safe" camp, which is fine by me. I never arrive with a condom in those situations. I think the, "I'm out of condoms" is a passive-aggressive way of saying, "Please fuck me raw." I mean, how often do people run out of the essentials. In my book, fucking is essential. So the guy's setting up a three-way cause he's never been double-fucked and he want...

Do you smoke? Do you do drugs? Do you drive too fast? Life is only worth living if you take risks. Someone mistakenly sent me an e-mail thinking my stories were about "conversion." They're not. It's about the risk I choose to take and the risks others take or, in their stupidity or the heat of the moment, they indulge in what they really want, at some subconscious level. Man is an animal, pure and simple. Of course, the hunting and gathering occur at your local market rather than caves and fields, but really what we desire as red-blooded men are to spread our seed. And we want human contact. Think of the act of fucking, pushing that rock hard (or at least MINE is rock hard) into the soft, warm, enveloping embrace of that ass chute. In the most intimate moment, we put a barrier we believe will protect us from a microscopic entity or two. Maybe you're health-conscious. Maybe you don't add sweetener in the pink packet for fear of cancer. Maybe you pay your taxes,...

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It's funny how people can fill in the blanks with what they want to believe. So I'm online the other day and I get asked the question I hear every once in a while: whether I fuck bare. "Been known to," I answer. "Yeah, I do safe mostly," he responds. "Only fucked bare in a relationship." "Of course," I reply. "My last LTR lasted 8 years." "Damn, when did it end?" he asks. "Last year," I respond. "Oh man, I bet you miss fucking bare," he writes. "Yup," I answer simply. Truth is, I fucked an ass earlier this week nice and raw. But I do miss having my cock inside an ass. His assumption, of course, is that I've been "safe" since my last relationship ended. But that's his assumption. You know what the stupid saying is about people who assume (makes an "ass" of "u" and "me"). But I can't help how people interpret what's being said. So with ...

Bisexuals are funny. There are two extremes with them. They're paranoid or they're pigs. Once had a guy over who didn't want to even jerk me off cause he had a papercut on his LEFT hand. And he was right-handed. He gave me all this shit about "transfer" while I was kicking him out. Probably just lost his nerve or didn't like me. I don't really care. I think maybe because women have the pill, they've always fucked raw. So when they play with men, they want the same sensation... even IF they're a bottom. Hell, especially if they're a bottom. They want to feel that boycunt stretched wide by flesh, not latex. So I'm online, horny as shit, checking out the Southern scene. And there's this bottom online wanting to be fucked, but only if the top is a "long-lasting" 20- to 35-year-old. "Damn," I type in a message to him. "I just miss the cutoff by a year." I'm 36, which is both a blessing and a curse. Like this...

"You're neg, right?" "Yeah bud." What a time to ask. My hard cock is buried up his ass and he's asking if I'm neg. Hell, it seems to me you ought to be asking that a little earlier than now. But who the fuck cares? I am about to shoot a load deep into this guy's ass. "You sure?" "Yea." He groans. Someday, I'm going to have to answer that question honestly and see what happens. Truth is, I have no idea. Haven't been tested in years. So I slide out and push back in. This guy's not used to being a bottom, so I have to be gentle. But I'm gonna get my nut. The evening started out pretty normal. It was a boring night in the middle of the week. But I was a little restless. While I am beginning to sort through the online mess of fakes, flakes and assholes, I've been unfortunate enough that I've not found anyone close by who likes to get fucked or even someone to suck my cock off on occasion. Well, there was the 57-...

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So I mentioned I've moved, which now has put a damper on my sex life. Thankfully, a few DVDs and websites keep me shooting loads. But I was online the other day and got to chatting with a 26-year-old who, it turns out, lives pretty damn close by. I had to head over to check my mailbox and I got him to give me an address so I could stop by and say hello. He mentioned he was very oral. He liked sucking cock. As hard-up as I was, I would accept anything other than my right hand again. I arrived at his place. He was all alone and the place was pretty damn barren if you asked me. No pictures on the wall and very little furniture. We did the small talk thing before he reached for my crotch. He sucked my cock for a moment. He wasn't bad. He was a beefy boy, probably close to 200 pounds on a 5'11" frame. But he was cute -- very fraternity look in a geeky sort of way. I pulled him off my cock and kissed him for a moment, wanting the experience to last more than five minutes. ...

So I've moved. If you've been wondering why I haven't written much, that's the reason. Nothing like a relocation to fuck up your chances for ass. When I finally drove South to my new home, I found the rest areas mostly abandoned. It fucking sucked. Usually, you can find some local pig who's willing to chow down on some passing through meat. Not me. Not until a Carolina Welcome Center. So I've already checked out the john. Here it is, 11:30 at night, and this place is mostly abandoned. The packing and shit had preoccupied me, so I wasn't really that horny. But still, I could use a little relief from the monotonous highway. I walk up this little rise to the vending machines to grab me a soda, when I see a yellow Mustang parked well on down the lot, all alone. I figured it was someone snoozing, until I saw some movement. I figured, "What the hell?! I have nothing better to do other than drive." So I wander over toward that area to better stretch my le...

I think it's pretty well established that I like ass. In fact, I like it a lot. The only thing better than one cock fucking and ass is two cocks fucking an ass. Yes, it's possible. I know. I've done it three times. There's nothing nicer than a piggy boy begging for it and two hot tops going at it. The first time happened a long time ago. I was newly single again after a long-term asshole dumped me for a smaller cock AND a smaller fist (he could never take it past the second knuckle with me). I had been chatting online with a Texan who made it very clear he wanted it bareback. Gotta love the pigs. So as I am chatting him up and getting close to inviting him over, he asks if I like three ways. "Fuck yeah!" I respond. "Cool," he types. "I got a buddy who lives close to you. He's online. Kind of an ugly face but a nice bod and a huge cock." I knew why he liked him. After the usual trading of information and appropriate pics, they both show ...

Have you seen those so-called psychics on TV? You know the ones that claim to speak to the dead? They start with shit like, "I am being told to talk to someone with a name that starts with a D. Is there a Dave or Davis or David out there?" Consider me your fucking psychic. Literally. When I get to chatting with guys online, you get a sense. I have a sixth sense for my seven-inch dick. I know what to say to fuck my raw dick deep into their ass. And even if I do it "safe," my cum ALWAYS ends up inside them. Everyone breaks down into four groups: <ul> <li>People who say they only fuck safely when, in fact, they'll fuck bareback if they think you're hot enough.</li> <li>People who say they will fuck bareback if they "trust" you.</li> <li>People who fuck bareback as long as you say you're "neg."</li> <li>Pigs.</li> </ul> So I am talking to Mr. Safe Sex online the other day...