Wednesday, January 23, 2019

I Said I Was A Sex Blogger, And He Ran Like A L'il Biatch!

I was standing in front of the DJ booth. In this deep dark, I felt myself being watched. So then I had to figure out by whom. It turned out being a tall, slim, dark-haired white guy at a diagonal to my right. We slowly started exchanging glances. As this continued, 2 others guys came on each side of me, closing me in, which I hate. So I moved over to stand against the wall to the right of the DJ booth, which actually put me still at a diagonal behind the guy, but a very slight one. He turned, and the exchange of glances continued. He then proceeded to stand against the wall next to me, but still not saying a word.

This made me think back to my playmate from "French Kiss, Big Bliss". Introducing himself to me by saying, "Either we can keep looking at each other, or one of us can say 'Hello'." So instead of us continuing to gawk at each other, even with him standing next to me against the wall, I initiated conversation by saying hello.

We exchanged names. His name was Robert. He was White American, but born in Spain. Well, whatever the case, he definitely adopted the too typical American attitude towards sexuality that I've encountered.

For during our conversation, we talked about what we do for a living. He's an actor. As for his liking what I do, he was okay with me saying that I worked in a sex shop as my day job. However, when I added that my side job is that of a sex blogger, Robert did the oldest escape line in the book by saying, "I'm going to go use the restroom." Then added to show the finality of how this was a move to escape, "It was nice talking to you."

This is not the 1st time a guy has turned tail and ran when I tell them I'm a sex blogger. It has happened enough times that as with all such blog posts, I'm forced to make it public knowledge because it is indicative of a greater problem in the American gay community. And I must say American, because that is who this has most often happened with. With European suitors, along with the initial fascination most Americans give, they've also at least allowed me to say the truth of how I practice discretion. They at least allow that much to be said. Hence why I'm still in touch with my playmates from my years old blog posts, "Sexy Sweet Swedes" and the aforementioned "French Kiss, Big Bliss".

As my most loyal readers have seen, I don't put you on blast by name unless you have wronged me.

With that I'm sure some of you are asking: How did Robert wrong me? He did so by wasting my time. For so many gay males give off this idea that since we're out and proud gays, we don't have to abide by the sexually oppressive norms of the hetero-normative. Well, if you are a gay person with an issue with talking about sex, then you're a hypocrite to that bullshit hype about all gay males. A hypocritical hype often found with American gay males. Hence why in a sexually permissive space, a visiting European is often underwhelmed. Since they are not above lowering themselves to the colorism and racism I often write about, I have found myself passed over for a white/light American. But you can see they were just settling for the optics. For they later come back around trying to get me. Due to finding the sexual energy of who they settled for disappointing.

If you want to know what exactly I write about with sexuality, then simply ASK. One can very simply ask me questions like:

  • Do I write about sex in general, and/or do I talk about my own sexual experiences?
  • And if I do the latter, how discreet am I?
2 simple questions I could very simply gave the answers to with the evidence being throughout this blog in posts telling of my sexscapades. Unfortunately, members of this Grindr generation (like Robert) are too socially inept to communicate in one-on-one conversations. So they are totally oblivious about asking any simple question(s) that can put their mind at ease on a matter. 

I'm sure some of you are quick to say that not everyone wants to be written about. I am totally aware of that. Hence why with my 1st Amendment right to freedom of speech, I use discretion. However, with that discretion, if you've done nothing to be ashamed of, then you should have no problem knowing that such a tale of your sexual prowess (or lack thereof) is out there. Those who have allowed shame by activity, ethnic, religious, and workplace cultures, etc. to impose upon their pride in their sexual behavior are those most uncomfortable about such tales.

Being insightful, I can very easily surmise as to what some guy's apprehensions are. They feel my being a sex blogger means:

  • I'm studying them. Well, isn't that what anyone is supposed to do when they meet someone? You should be getting studied by the person you meet even if they are a mortician. So my being a sex blogger should not make a difference. The insecurity that males try to hide just makes them more aware of it. For they believe;
  • I'll be more critical of their sex skills. This is a threat to the typical male because as I have said in a post for Thotyssey NYC, we males are taught to think we're all-knowing when it comes to sex. So being in the presence of a sex blogger threatens a blow of that cover. Exposing how much males are not omniscient about sex as they pretend they are. Well, truth be told, if the guy possess such unfounded arrogance, blowing that cover is what he deserves. Otherwise, if I'm unsatisfied, I would do as I advised in that Thotyssey article, and honestly and respectfully communicate my dissatisfaction.
  • I'm going to without a doubt write about the encounter. At one time, that might have been the case. Because contrary to what many believe, I don't have sex as often as people think. So each sexual encounter was  a celebration simply because it happened. Especially after my late coming out. Now however, with my maturity, I've made the rule to write about the encounter when the sexual experience has actually taught me something. Knowledge to pass on to you, my readers. And since I don't have sex that often, and am sober when I do it, it makes the details to pass on that knowledge easier to remember. With that being the case, sexual encounters that are all about pleasure may or may not be spoken of in articles. And if they are, as long as I'm practicing the aforementioned discretion, there should be no need for worry.
  • they are actually doing something shameful and fear exposure for it. Such as those who fetishize one because of their color, ethnicity, age, religion, etc.; or those leading double lives because living their truth would be hurtful to the ones they have never lived their truth with from the start. And if you are doing such shameful things, you are concerned about being exposed to the public for it. Well, there's an easy solution to avoid being called out for those things, be it by a sex blogger (like myself), or a random person you crossed needing to vent on social media...

    DON'T DO THE STUPID SHIT THAT MAKES YOU DESERVE BEING CALLED OUT FOR!!!
The problem is that all of these are based in guilt and shame about their sexual behavior. The first 3 bullet points though might very well be for no good reason. As some of that sexual behavior that guys are feeling guilt and shame over is simply them being gay. Hence those who drink to the point of drunkenness even when they don't even plan to so much as kiss a guy. They want to numb themselves to their action as a gay male.

This leads to another wrong of Robert. His alcohol consumption for liquid courage. Many, too many a gay males are okay with this. Completely ignoring the fact that using liquid courage to express any part of yourself, especially your sexual self is not a man.

And liquid courage is why Robert  tried coming back to me. Yes, you read correct. He was fooling around with someone else. I was standing nearby by paying him no mind. Then I saw a hand reach out for me, and it turned out being Robert. In response, I swatted his hand away and my inside voice made its way outside for me to say "Alcoholic faggot!"

He evidently heard me, and tried growing a pair of balls with his tone by saying, "Excuse me?!"

I leaned forward to give him a closer look in the eye and responded, "I said 'alcoholic faggot!'", and then walked away.

Don't try showing me the pair of balls that grew from being tiny seeds on you only because you poured liquid courage into them. Because I will get a sadistic joy from embarrassing you for it taking liquid courage for you to seemingly grow a pair.

I make no apologies for what I said either. For we, the American gay male community have too many "Roberts" among us. So while "faggot" might be an ugly word to use, as I said before, needing alcohol to be the sexual self you want to be is not a man. Thereby making it ugly behavior. And someone needs to call all such people out on that ugliness. The reason it took me so long to come out was because I did not want to claim I "needed" substances in my body that morph my judgment in order to be the sexual being I want to be.

So in short, this behavior by Robert, and there being so many versions of him among us shows that we need to do better for ourselves. Doing so will hopefully cause a chain. One in which doing more right to ourselves will lead to us doing more right to others.

Friday, January 18, 2019

He Was Wearing A Bootie Ring

One night at The Cock, I saw this cute couple. At first, I wasn't sure what they were to each other. Something in their energy did make me conclude that they were a couple. A couple that I soon I realized was checking me out.

I didn't instantly show interest, or make my shy self available for approach by them. In fact, the reason why explains why I rarely do either. It's a reason mostly people of a certain color, ethnicity, or age will understand.

You see, I'm well aware that some guys, especially young white males and light Latinos, will try to get the attention of medium to dark people of color, all to reject them when the medium to dark complexioned person makes a move responding to the eye contact. And with gays in couples, some play this game with guys of any color just to see if they as individuals, separate from their partner, "still got it".

So with one of them being a light Latino and the other being a shade or 2 lighter than me, I had my suspicions about their motives. So I did not respond to their stares.

We wound up getting close because we all went in the bathroom. There were a bunch of guys playing around in there. When I walked in, the couple was already playing with someone. Since I wasn't focusing on them, I have no idea as to why, or at what point that playtime stopped. They were about to leave the bathroom, then the lighter one stopped when he saw me. He immediately started making out with me. His partner joined in. I had no idea if one was a top, one was a bottom, or if both were versatile. Something in his energy however made me feel the darker one was a top, and as the playing continued, it even more so solidified that suspicion. I don't know if he was a total top or versatile top. Whatever the case, he was my favorite type of top. For he had no problem with me groping his ass.

This left me to try figuring out the preferred position of his partner. Well, he seemed quite focused on my cock. For while kissing, he slipped his hand down my pants. In return, I slipped my hand down his. As I went down with my strokes on his growing nice-sized cock, I felt a very thin cockring at the base of his shaft. At first, I thought it was the cheap and flimsy 50 Shades of Grey vibrating cockring. That thought made the sex toy consultant in me surface enough to give him an internal side eye wondering why he chose such a cheap, flimsy, and ineffective sex toy. Nevertheless, I still enjoyed playing with his dick. So in tickling around the base of his shaft and touching that thin cockring, I then went to tickle his balls. That's when I discovered that the round bullet and battery compartment I expected to find was not there. Instead, there was a piece leading under his taint (perineum) that was thicker than the cockring. So whatever this guy was wearing, it was not the 50 Shades of Grey cockring.

I let my finger follow the trail on this newly discovered piece of this cockring. I then realized that the trail went not just partly, but under his entire taint. So far that the trail led to his butt-hole. That's when I realized that he wasn't just wearing a cockring. He was wearing a Bootie Ring by Fun Factory.


This discovery almost made me bring my job of Customer Assistant at a sex shop interfere with my sex play. For I wanted to lean in and whisper in his ear to ask, "Are you wearing a Bootie Ring?", but to not break up the hot action, I decided against it.

Instead, I took advantage of what I know about a Bootie Ring. Such as how the curved butt-plug's purpose is to stimulate the prostate. So I brought my hand back and started again from right behind his balls, massaged the trail to play with his taint, and when I reached the bottom of the butt-plug, I started rocking it back and forth. That made him start moaning. I'm sure some thought him tooting his ass out while I did this was because I was just fingering his hole with my finger. When the truth is that probably only his partner and myself knew what exactly I was doing to make him start moaning like that. 😉

I then went down on him, and started sucking his cock. He enjoyed it so much that he, as it has happened many times before, he picked me up from my bended knee because he felt if I kept going that he was going to give me a mouth full of cum. Which in the words of Jerry Seinfeld... "Not that there's anything wrong with that."

He rewarded me for all this by giving me a fantastic blowjob. Based on the many past disappointing blowjobs I've received, if he wasn't already taken, he could have easily made me bypass dating, and go straight to marriage. Partly because this hottie definitely stroked my male ego. For out of all the hot cocks in that circle of voyeurs that took a break from me to suck on at some point, he kept coming back to mine. As to make mine his goal to suck to the point I'd gush.

To be honest, jizz gushing out of my cock never happened. However, had it not been for the negative energy from those living vicariously through us, he damn sure would have succeeded.

This guy reminded me of someone. And if you've followed this blog long enough, then you know that I have a history of (merely by chance) either hooking up with, or being admired by mainstream celebrity and pornstar doppelgangers. Case in point, I've played with look-alikes of: former gay pornstar Mason Wyler; straight male pornstars Johnny Sins and Charles Dera; Olympic swimming champion Michael Phelps; and have been admired by a look-alike of Kristen Bell. And now,...

I've exchanged blowjobs and played with the butt-hole of a look-alike of Raphael de la Fuente.

You might best know him from playing on the first 2 seasons of "Empire" as Michael Sanchez, the then-boyfriend of Jamal Lyon (Jussie Smollett's character). So yes, I still have great taste in who I play with.

I have to give that couple props for thinking to do this though. For I have seen many couples come to The Cock, and get into arguments because one member of the couple allowed someone outside the relationship to do something to one of them that was not allowed in their perceived agreement. Well, in this case, this couple took the proper steps to avoid an un-agreed upon fuck to happen.

Being that smart, I would definitely love to meet them again and have a very much agreed upon fuck.

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