Friday, 14 November 2008

Four Words

“You looking for cock”.

Those four words. Almost illegible. Scrawled in Biro on a scrap of brown envelope paper.

The note had been shoved under the stall partition of the lavatory that I was occupying. Unfortunately, I was there to use the facilities, and at that particular moment cruising for cock was the last thing on my mind.

But still, the illicit note did cause my cock to chub up. My mind raced, should I answer yes? What if it was a trick? It was the first time I had used this restroom. The mall toilet appeared to be a recognised cruising venue. The sheet steel bolted onto the side partitions was testament to the types of sexual activity the rest room was used for in times gone by, steel sheet being better in preventing the formation of glory holes.

As quick as a flash, a hand snaked under the partition and snatched the note back. The hand returned a moment later and made the universal "jerk off" signal, his intentions were more than clear.

I had finished what I was there for, but my cock wouldn't go down, the thrill of this unexpected encounter pushing my hormones into overdrive. I made a decision, and for once my head overruled my genitals, and I decided it was just too risky to proceed any further.

My cock had still not fully deflated as I pulled up my boxer briefs. I adjusted my cock so it was trapped against the sheer material of my underwear. The bulge was still noticeable down the left side of my jeans when I pulled them up. After flushing I put on my jacket before exiting the stall, directly in front of which were a row of urinals.

There were a few guys in the restroom. Two were standing by the urinals, one imitating all the actions of peeing without the sound of running water. On hearing the stall door open he turned slightly to look at me, looking me up and down, before fixing his gaze on my crotch. A smile played on his lips, he had definitely liked what he saw there.

I went to wash my hands, walking slower than I usually would as the movement of my underwear over my engorged phallus wasn't helping to deflate my arousal. Passing a number of men as I walked over to the sink, then to the hand dryer. I was unsure if the phantom hand belonged to any of them. The action of washing and drying my hands had served to deflate my cock somewhat so I left the bathroom.

It was clear that the guys there were cruising, just hanging around the restroom like it was a holiday resort. It was so blatant. I can understand why they do it though, the rush I felt when I was propositioned was intense, and maybe when I find myself feeling horny, the lure of the mall bathroom may be too strong to resist.

Monday, 27 October 2008

5 Days

5 days without shooting my load, and I was ready to climb the walls.

I usually cum at least once a day, but it has been quite hectic for the last week or so.

The first few days were fine, I did not miss my daily release. By day three I was starting to feel it, that slightly edgy feeling, bubbling up from my subconscious. Trying in vain to form a coherent, singular thought.

That night my dreams took an erotic turn, a naked wolfman in my garden, his sinewy, muscular body quickly becoming hairless as he returned to his human form. He was on all fours and I behind him.

His beautiful ass presented before me, and I could not resist. I moved closer, my hands pushed the mounds of his ass apart, and my prize was revealed. My tongue began to lick at his sweet asshole, teasing the outer muscle, darting into the hole, rimming this wolfman like there was no tomorrow. Pure ecstasy.

I awoke, hot and very hard, but sleep claimed me. Day 4 was busy, no time to give myself a helping hand.

This morning, day 5. Awoke early, hard, one thing on my mind. Cruised the usual gay sites on the net, but no joy. I wanted someone right here, right now, to dispense with the "hi, how are you" and just get down to fucking.

Instead, I began to jack myself off, slowly at first, one hand around my engorged cock, the other teasing my hole. I worked myself up, then slowed down, edging as long as I could, squeezing the head of my cock to stop from cumming, licking the sweet precum off my fingers, relishing every thrust, every sensation.

I knew when it was time to release. I got on my knees, and began to pump my cock faster, knowing the moves to get me off. The cum in my balls began to bubble, and I shot ropes of cum into my waiting hand. The delayed orgasm swept my entire body, even my toes tingled in orgasmic delight.

I scooped the fresh cum into my mouth. Still warm, sweet and salty with a slightly bitter aftertaste in the back of my throat. I licked the last of my cum off my fingers, then settled back under the covers in a post orgasmic glow.

Saturday, 27 September 2008

Just Me

A little about myself:

  • I recently turned 30
  • I'm gay, in the closet to most, out to some.
  • Lost my virginity when I was 22
  • I have had 16 sexual partners, 11 were one night stands, 4 were fuck buddies, 1 was a LTR
  • I usually masturbate 3 times a day
  • I have recently started jerking off on web cam, for all the world to see
Why write this blog?

Its a way to express those things I usually keep to myself. The anonymity factor means I can be as frank and explicit as I want to be without the need to censor myself, something we all do in our day to day lives.

Friday, 26 September 2008

Oh No, Not Another Gay Sex Blog!

'Fraid so guys.

Prepare for a ton of smut, filth and innuendo, and possibly a post about having sex, if I ever get laid again.