Friday, July 22, 2016

New Orgasm: Exploring The Onyx

As some of you may know that I've been blogging for the sex toy company Kiiroo since the end of 2015. Never getting their best known product, the interactive male masturbation sleeve, the Onyx.

Now, if you know my reputation and how I don't associate myself with anything I don't know is good, then me writing for Kiiroo without knowing how well is Onyx works might puzzle you. Well, I can best explain that move by my experience 6 years ago with the sex toy, Real Touch. That experience showed me that the technology for such a device is there, so it would be ludicrous for a company to put their name out there in such high profile if their product can't deliver its claimed features.

Features such as:
  • Being interactive with Kiiroo's female vibrator, Pearl. 
  • Being intertactive with another Onyx
  • Reacting to the actions of some interactive porn websites
  • Hand-sensors on top of the device
Such features make this the toy males have been dreaming of since the human male has been traveling away from their sex partners, as well as since they have been masturbating to porn. So why is it that I have been having trouble getting off to using Kiiroo Onyx?

Perhaps a look at my masturbation and orgasm history might explain it.

I've been masturbating with a simple jerk-off since I was 9 or 10 years old. I didn't lose my virginity until I was 30 going on 31, and back then, the orgasm I got from sex was a mental one. The physical orgasm came again from jerking off as masturbation after the sex. I started masturbating with a Fleshlight when they first came out, but my method of masturbation over 95% of the time remained being jerking off. I then played with a Tenga Fluip-Hole, and reviewed it with high marks, but reverted back to over 95% jerking off as masturbation. At this point, I didn't see myself able to orgasm during sex until I played with the Aneros prostate massagers my job gave me as a birthday present in 2014, I felt the potential to orgasm by being penetrated, but not touching myself last year, Stopping myself because of how foreign the feeling felt. So I redeemed only recently, by letting myself go during a hot encounter in which (at the old ass age of 45) I ejaculated while being penetrated.

Take note that every masturbation and orgasm experience listed in the previous paragraph had one commonality----either my hand, my crotch, or both were in motion. So now comes this sex toy that I bought where it is marketed (and I can testify as TRUE) to how none of that motion is necessary. All you have to do is stick your dick in, and it's like you've stepped into the porn actor's body. Feeling every sensation (technologically possible) that he's feeling from the mouth, pussy, or ass his cock is inside of. But once you get a hard-on, no motion is required from you.

Since your brain is your main sex organ by controlling all of the more known sex organs, such a change in masturbation technique is quite an undertaking for the mind. So it will take longer than usual to be taught a new way to orgasm. For every aforementioned change was just that, a lessons in a new way to orgasm.

With that said, it took some time for me to finally orgasm using the Kiiroo Onyx. I purchased a membership to the interactive porn site FeelXVideos.com, and looked at a number of videos. Of the many I watched, they were about 3 that were bringing me closer and closer to an ejaculating orgasm by all of the quick mini-orgasms I had while the Onyx stroked me. I found them on Pornhub, and here they are:

I've always had a thing for male straight pornstar Ben English. Before my becoming sexually active and since, my NON-size-queen self always felt he knew how to work his big dick. And I love a man getting sweaty from sex. So imagine the joy I felt watching him glisten with sweat from pleasuring, not 1, but 2 bodies:

This gay video piqued my interest with its caramel brown Latin boys (one with a nice tanline), 2 both with great asses (the slim guy has a bouncy one), and sand sticking on the naked body getting wet from sex on the beach:


And I have always loved European porn and how they don't hold back on being more equal than American porn in showing the males, and making sure they have hot bodies just like the females.

Like I said, I got these videos off of Pornhub. Now, imagine watching these videos with a sex toy moving on your cock to the same rhythm as the action on the screen. Be that action a handjob, blowjob, or fucking. I learned this by how in the European orgy video, the Onyx started stroking me the second that hot guy's dick went into the woman's mouth.

With all of that said, if the Kiiroo Onyx is of interest to you, click the banners above or the picture of me with my Onyx below.



Friday, June 17, 2016

Naked Parties: Freedom & Openness Unveiled

I have either been to, or plan to attend a variety of naked parties. Some have been cocktail parties. Others were game nights. Some are naked drink-n-draws. And there are even some naked movie nights that I've been told about. 
Nudity is natural beauty of the human body. A natural beauty that can just be admired for ridding us of the pretentiousness clothes often bring to us. Or it can be a natural beauty that is considered sexy. Unfortunately, we Americans usually don't associate nudity with being calming or sexy. Instead, we are taught that with nudity... comes deplorable sex, and one cannot exist without the other. Hence why naked parties are seen as taboo here, while other parts of the globe are finding my need to write this post totally unnecessary. Well, let me tell you that is not at all the case.

A naked party might allow sex. However, that depends on the rules established by the host and/or the venue. And whatever their rules are, we must respect them. But sex does not have to be on the agenda when a naked party is being planned. The primary goal of a naked party is to give its guests a place to be free to show their true selves, because it's quite likely their time in clothes denies them of that so much.

Clothes are often a mask. An obstruction to seeing the natural beauty of the naked human form. I realize now why I have for a long time secretly hated the expression"Clothes make the man". In fact, if you take a moment and think about it, most people who cherish that expression tend to be the most pretentious, shallow creatures you will ever know. For it speaks volumes of one's integrity when they feel of greater value by putting on the mask that is clothes, instead of being true to themselves and what their individual nature craves are. So speaking of cravings, let's explore what can happen when sex, or even simple courtship enters the mix at a naked party. 

Brace yourself! For in your being naked, you might find yourself attracted to someone you wouldn't normally be attracted to if you were clothed. Don't fear this. Instead, go with it. For the absence of clothes has left you to focus on the most important parts of a person. Parts you can't see with the naked eye, but instead feel with your heart, mind, and soul... Their intellect and personality. So nudity gives you more of the person's inner-being to focus on. A gift only the deepest of us will cherish, and the shallow will fear and dismiss. 


Now, of course we are talking mostly about parties where alcohol is in the mix. So depending on how you behave when alcohol hits your system, you will behave in 1 of 3 ways to an attraction. You'll either: 
  • A) allow your inhibitions to lower. Let them undo what you've been taught by society and media in regards to what is the "right" color and/or body size to like. Let the new sensation of openness towards a different color or body size takeover. I can definitely attest to this. For I'm not normally attracted to husky guys. However, I have been to some naked parties, and not just made out with one or more husky guys, but had full-on sex with them. And wouldn't mind doing it again. All because of the focus on the inner-being that the nudity at that party made happen;  
  • B) revert back to the rules you live by when you're clothed by interacting only with colors and body sizes deemed "socially acceptable" by your clothed clique. This is especially the case if people from that clothed clique are physically present, or too present in your mind. In which case comes the possibility of; 
  • C) you'll have moments of see-sawing between (A) and (B).
One added plus that I have come to notice at naked parties is that there is less unwanted touching at a naked party than at a bar/club's underwear party. Unwanted touching has happened to me at a bar's underwear party whether I'm wearing close to nothing, and so is the person trying to molest me, or by some clothed asshole who takes the rapist mindset of saying "since you're damn near naked, you asked for it." Proving my aforementioned point of how too many Americans treat nudity as being forever co-joined to sex. At naked parties however, I have yet to have this problem. For the nudity brings an ease to everyone to not be on edge. We can lower our guards and be more ourselves than when we dress up in uniforms, suits, and costumes to go to work, or even a clothed friend/family gathering.

And I believe such a freedom is what we were put on this earth to experience. That's why I proudly confess that I have been writing this entire post NAKED WITH NO SHAME. And I hope it inspires you to go to a safe space, or create one where you can do the same.

Friday, June 10, 2016

My Suck, My Fuck!

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The above post from my Facebook came about because of what happened in my recent adventure to a gay bar's underwear party. I met a hot guy there. We were checking each other out for quite awhile.

We exchanged glances one more time, while I was standing in my jockstrap with my back to a curtain for the backroom, and he walked pass it out of my line of view. Soon after, I felt a hand grabbing my ass through the curtain. Whoever it was, it seemed like he studied me long enough that even in that bar's dim light, and behind the bakcroom's black curtain, he knew exactly where my ass was. For before his hand touched me, I felt nothing against that curtain. It was just an immediate touch of my ass followed by groping.

I immediately figured it was the guy I just made eye contact with, again. So I hoped this groping was him at long last making his move. However, I thought it best for me to make sure it wasn't some fucktard who saw us exchanging glances and was taking advantage of my now heightened horniness.

Luckily, it was him.

He kept groping my ass, and saying, "Oh my god!" He would then stroke my cheeks, which later led to him letting his fingers seek out my hole. I spread my legs just a tad to let him find it for sure. Once he found it, he went his finger and went back to the spot, and slipped just a tad in. To give him an idea of what I would do to his cock if I ever let him in, I squeezed my sphincter on his pointer. We kept each other moaning while standing there for everyone to see.

I could feel his cock growing in his pants. This hard rod laying on a 45 degree angle needing to get out. So I came clean with the truth by telling him, "I want to suck your cock so bad."

Which based on how I feel blowjobs are primarily for foreplay can also be said as, "I want to prepare your cock to dig in me deep."

So we slipped onto some seats in a corner. He sat down, and undid his pants. Once I saw his cock, I bent over with my knee on the seat, and went for it. When my mouth started on his cock, I discovered that his dick that I thought was at full erection, actually had a little bit further to go. He moaned, and every once in a while, he tried reaching across my body to feel the little bit on my ass his reach would allow. And when he got a feel, his cock throbbed while his moans and cries to God intensified.

During one of my playmate's reaches, I felt another hand along with his. Part of what let me know that it wasn't his was because all my playmate's reach allowed my ass while I was giving him a blowjob was his fingertips. This hand was full-on. A hand that soon after became hands.

I looked for to see if it was someone who I might have been checking out earlier, therefore might invite to join in. It wasn't. Instead, it was a meddlesome short Latino who appears to hit the gym, and maybe 10 years older than myself who I've encountered before. I've turned him down every time because besides me often being the target, I've also repeatedly witnessed him trying to sneak into other guy's play as well with that same tactic.

Once I saw it was him, I moved his hands. He then sat next to my playmate. Doing the fucked up move of putting their hand in the way of my blowjob because they're so desperate to feel a dick. I kept moving his hand out of the way. He then started trying to talk to my playmate. Trying to get my playmate to fuck him.

At this point, I said to myself, "OH, HELL MUTHA FUCKIN' NO! I will knock this Tattoo mofo back to 'Fantasy Island' with Mr. Rourke (showing my age with that reference) trying to steal the fuck that I'm earning by giving this man the suck of his life! Furthermore, just because my head is down sucking his dick, does not mean I can't hear this faggot plotting!"

Then I hear my playmate say, "Do you have a condom?" My playmate doesn't know that this coming off as the common gay male tactic of treating other gay males like they're expendable was about to get me biting his dick. But I waited to see how much further this would go before I needed to strike if it came to that.

For the desperate jerk replied, "Yes"... but then nothing happened.

So maybe I'm giving my playmate too much credit, but I took this to be my playmate calling this guy's bluff. Because as desperate as this guy seemed, if he really had a condom, shouldn't he have whipped it out with a quickness? Especially if it gets me out of the picture, and his revenge for me turning him down again not too long ago. But he did none of that.

So while I don't do competitions for a guy, especially at a sex party or backroom, I did earn a fuck from my playmate. So I made steps to take my prize. I propositioned him for a fuck, and he asked me if I had a condom.

I replied, "Feel down my thigh. Feel that small bag strapped to my leg?" He reached downward in the corner's dark, and within 2 seconds down there he found it. I continued, "Condoms and lube are in there."

NOTE: I made a make-shift garter from a dog collar I bought from a 99¢ store and put it through the loop of a small camera bag, and strapped it to my leg. So yes, I'm prepared for these occurrences. But if you see me, and need a condom and/or lube, DO NOT ASK ME BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY.
For I've had too many instances of being a humanitarian, all to see the racism in the gay community have white boys/ light Latinos/Asians/Middle Easterners finding me not good enough to acknowledge even being in the room, much less play with, but for a few seconds make me their new best friend when they need a condom to have sex with someone else. However, once the condom is in their hand, I'm back to being Mr. Cellophane.
So my humanity in trying to prevent others from getting an STI is no longer alive. You either do as I do by coming prepared for the spontaneity with your own gear, or risk a STI by going raw.

Getting back to the story, I gave him a condom, while I put lube on and in my ass. Once his condom was on, I put the rest of the lube on it. I got in position to straddle him. I slid down on his cock, and my usual 2-try rule came into effect. Because my brain had to realize his size before relaxing just enough to take him in pain-free. So after feeling a twinge of pain on the 1st try, I slid off him, and tried again free of pain.

I rode his cock like a savage. Like I said, after the blowjob I gave him, I earned it. There were bout of him thrusting up into me. All of this had everyone one passing that corner watching us... Including the guy who tried to steal the fuck that my mouth earned. Eventually, it got him to jump up and leave. Hence how the Facebook post I used as an intro came about.
So in the end, I got what was mine. I got what I earned. For it was like the title says, My suck, my fuck.

I'm still shocked at the gall some people have to try and take what you've earned from you, right in front of your face. Even the sex you've earned from giving great head.

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Gift For Your Wishlist, Pornstar


If I seem angry over this, it's because like my annoyance with today's go-go boys, I see a massive degree of selfishness and laziness (among other displays of incompetence). When I think about how I obtained whatever I have, such actions confirm the stigma of how your typical male porn actor is far from a man. He is instead DISPOSABLE for being a LEECH.

All of my adult life, when I wanted something, I worked for it, saved for it, and once I got it, I could be proud of myself for the fact that I got it on my own. Not by me putting it on an Amazon.com wishlist and someone lonely old guy desperate for validation. In fact, I've had an Amazon.com account for years, and have never used the wishlist.

Case in point as to how much I've done on my own:
  • Anytime during my porn career that I attended parties like The Black Party or HustlaBall, I didn't have a studio, or the agent pimping me out hook me up in exchange. NO. I paid for my ticket with my own hard-earned money.
  • The cameras I bought to do many of the self-portraits I did to promote myself. Such as the one that I took the photos with that appear with my interview in the book "Ultimate Starz". Who bought that camera? ME.
  • The PC I used to edit those and all photos, write my emails, promotions, apply to studios, etc. Who went to the computer store, bought the motherboard bundle, casing, memory, video cards, and CD/DVD drives to put that PC together? ME.
  • And who put that PC together? ME!

So if I'm disgusted by seeing male porn actors not being self-sufficient, I have a right to be. It because they are living up to every negative stigma I live then and now to fight against. So they cause us to fall back. Not move forward. This is why when these porn actors die, you see so much commentary on blogs showing how much no one really cares. For they lived lives that made themselves appear disposable.

And when you live a life of mooching and being a leech, why should we care?

Kiiroo

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