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I am SO pleased to welcome back, guest writer … DC ..!
It certainly has been a while since he graced us with his, not so straight, forward erotic writings. Click here … Show Me Love … to read his first guest post.
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“I can’t take you to the club tonight …
… I have been asked to stay away for a few weeks.” I was talking to my friend, Sue during our break. We were both home from college and working retail for the summer.
“What the hell did you do, Tobias?”
“I forgot you can’t dance naked in bars in Pennsylvania.”
Sue just shook her head. “Did you forget you weren’t in DC again?”
“Well … it was hot,” I continued my defense. “Anyway, last week you said you were never going to go out with me again, because you always end up driving home alone. It’s not my fault Jewish cellists with swimmers builds are popular in Allentown.”
Sue rolled her eyes. “Let’s go to that straight club in the shopping center.”
“Rockets? I would rather stay home and watch MachoFucker videos and plow myself with my surrogate boyfriends,” I teased.
“You can do that afterward. Just think how horny you will be after gawking at all the beefy straight boys in flannel shirts.”
“Fine, but you’re driving.”
“But, what if I get lucky?”
“If you get lucky, I am calling your husband. I don’t care if he is in Afghanistan. I’m going to rat you out and then he will come home to me, where he belongs.”
“Be waiting downstairs at 10:00.”
Actually, the place was not too bad. “Who is that?” I asked Sue, pointing to the bartender.
“Not a fucking chance big boy. Gareth is all about the titties. Last week, 2 blonde chicks were tossed out for fighting in the bathroom over him.”
“Are you going to stand here and depress me, or are you going to let me open a bar tab? If I have to be here, I might as well get my drink on.” I ordered my Bombay and a beer for Sue and gave Gareth my credit card to open a tab. He returned with our drinks, smirked and walked away.
“Shit,” Sue complained. “I forgot my cigarettes. Let me run next door, I’ll be right back.”
Gareth came over to where I was standing. “Get lost on your way to the Stonewall?” He looked over to the other bartender, “I’m taking a break, Joe.” Joe waved him off. Gareth stared right into my eyes. “Follow me.”
I followed him past the bathrooms to the emergency exit. He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me out the door. Next thing I know, I am slammed up against the dumpster with his tongue down my throat and his hands unbuckling my chinos.
The cool air hits my balls as his hands reach up and pinch my nipples. How does he know there is a direct line from my nipples to my dick? I am harder than I have been in days.
Next thing I know, he is on his knees, sucking my 7.5 inches down in one quick gulp. Shit he’s good. He pulls back a little and starts to nibble my head and every few seconds, he deep-throats me.
I decide to test his gag reflex and thrust. I grab his big ears and force his head all the way down, until his nose is buried in my pubes. I ease his head up and then pull it back down on my dick, while my hips pump into him. He does not gag once.
Now, he takes over. He pushes my hands away and impales his throat with my cock. His head is a blur. I just lean back and enjoy. He moves his hands from my hips, his left hand grabs my balls and his right hand begins to roughly push digits up my ass.
Soon, four fingers are digging away at my chute. His thumb is rubbing my taint and his left hand is yanking my balls. All the while, his throat never stops milking my cock.
“Dude, I’m gonna cum.”
He pulls off my dick for just a second. “That’s the point, dumbass.” Then he goes back to work.
His head is matching my hips thrust for thrust and I can’t hold back any longer. With a loud grunt, I dump the biggest load of my life down his gullet. He takes it all with not a drop missed.
We both stop and Gareth leans back and grins. He stands up, grabs me by the collar and kisses me again. This time, even rougher than the first kiss. I taste my crotch, my dick and my cum. I get even harder.
He looks down and grabs my dick with both hands. “Want more?”
“Um… yeah.”
“Well then, you have to spend the rest of the night on your bar stool, watching me work. You cannot leave it without my permission.”
“No problem. For more head, that will be easy.”
“Ha. More head comes with a price. When you come home with me tonight, it will be about my cock and your ass.”
“Oh.”
“So, you going to watch me work?”
“I hope I don’t get bored.”
With that, he spun me around and shoved his fingers back up my ass and whispered into my ear. “You will forget all other cocks after tonight.” I lean back into him and moan.
We walked back into the bar and Sue just shook her head.
“What? We’ll be drinking free tonight!”
Years later, Sue told me that Gareth had pulled her aside and said, “Don’t worry, I am going to marry him someday.”
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Cute Gay Bartender
1 1/2 ounces Strawberry Vodka
1 1/2 ounces deKuyper® Grape Pucker Schnapps
4 1/2 ounces Lemonade
4 1/2 ounces Sprite® Soda
Add all ingredients to a tall glass with ice. Stir.
Enjoy!
Thanks to DC for finding this recipe on Super Cocktails.
You eat red meat like an animal.
Gnawing, tearing at it with teeth as sharp as the words on your tongue.
Carnal pleasures are what you seek,
even if it is only from the meal in front of you.
It’s an entity that is quite attractive.
I love mushrooms and sprouts,
delicate, nutritious and full of vitamins.
You laugh at me when I say my belly is full.
How could that be? All you’ve eaten are weeds!
Just don’t feed me green jello with cream cheese molded into it.
Of course not! I would never!
I make classy food… served with pinkies up and extended…
Thank you very much!
You will like the food I serve if you give it a chance.
Although, not everyone likes everything…
and thank goodness for that!
How boring the world would be if we all thought the same!
Unique… different… special
each in our own ways.
Embrace the contrasts.
Explore the singular.
We are extraordinary in our unconventional conventions.
Fuck me like a slut.
Make love to me in a garden full of flowers.
Thread your fingers in my hair and yank it back until I grunt.
Caress my cheek with a feather touch.
Crush my mouth against yours.
Softly lick my lips until I part them for more.
Command me to suck your cock.
Melt me with poetry.
Push me against the wall and take me from behind.
Gently lay me on silk sheets with candles glowing and soft music playing.
Ecstasy arrives in different packages for different people.
Embrace the contrasts.
Explore the singular.
Go ahead … I dare you …
eat Red Meat and sprouts.
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Full Monty
2 ounces Vodka
2 ounces Galliano
grated ginseng OR fresh ginger root
Add Vodka and Galliano to a shaker filled with cracked ice. Shake until the sides are well frosted. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Sprinkle with grated ginseng or ginger.
Enjoy!
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… for DC …
as per your request
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“Come here and fuck me,”
Drew said, throwing his keys on the chrome entryway table, his eyes as dark and shimmering as a star filled midnight sky.
Samuel was behind him in an instant, hand around his throat and biting Drew’s shoulder through his Ralph Lauren cashmere coat. Drew’s breath pushed from his lungs in an exhale that ricocheted off the exposed brick walls of their Manhattan loft.
In one swift movement, the coat was pulled from Drew’s arms and thrown to the floor, the upper half of his body pushed unceremoniously over the back of the Nubuck leather sofa. His head hovered inches from the glass coffee table as his chest lay wedged against the cushions. The antique silk pillows that were once intimately nested together, scattered like tumbleweeds to rest on the treasured round Oriental wool area rug.
He felt Samuel’s spongy hardness, the size of a softball, pressing against his trouser protected ass. “Take off your pants and fuck me, Samuel.” Drew’s demand ruptured the softball, transforming it into a thick blunt sword. One that needed its master to wield it properly. Now.
There was no pomp or circumstance in the way Samuel pulled Drew up off the sofa and turned him around before he pushed him to his knees in front of his groin. “Suck me first, bitch.”
Eyes flashing fiercely, Drew yanked on Samuel’s Dockers, popping a button and sending it noisily across the hardwood floor. Samuel’s cock sprung from its khaki scabbard and like a divining rod finding its treasure, aimed itself directly at Drew’s mouth. Yes, it knew where it belonged.
Drew took Samuel’s length fully down his throat, no time for hearts and flowery playfulness. That was just not on the agenda. Tonight, Drew wanted it rough and furious and with concentrated intent. He sucked viciously on Samuel, like a depraved Sybarite, adding nipping bites all around his shaft.
The sharp, needle-like pricks injected Samuel’s lust with fevered greed and he grabbed Drew’s thick white blonde hair, pulling him brutally up and down his cock. He didn’t care that he was gagging Drew, he saw the tears streaming down his cheeks produced from the clash at the back of his throat. He knew what Drew wanted… what he needed.
Samuel’s balls constricted and he held Drew stock-still as the all consuming thrill of climax crawled up his shaft. He didn’t want to come, not quite yet. He waited, fingers entwined in Drew’s now palm-sweat sticky hair.
Removing his member slowly from Drew’s mouth as he laboriously tried to suck him back in, Samuel gave a chuckle. “Let go, babe… it’s your turn.”
Drew popped up off his knees like an obedient jack-in-the-box, removed his trousers and once again folded his body over the back of the sofa. Spreading his feet and grabbing his ass cheeks, he invited Samuel to partake of his lean body and very horny booty.
Samuel was happy to oblige. He spit on his fingers and coated the head of his achingly hard cock, wet strands of saliva glistening seductively. Placing a hand on the top of Drew’s ass, he glided his thumb over the sphincter.
Drew moaned and pushed backwards. “You are such a tease,” he complained softly.
Positioning his member at the opening of Drew’s ass, Samuel pushed gently. Drew moaned again. Samuel pushed further. Drew pushed back. The head of Samuel’s cock suddenly popped inside and the two sighed in unison, each closing their eyes in pleasure.
“Fuck me, Samuel… fuck me.. hard.”
“Not so fast, cowboy,” Samuel admonished, as he pressed forward slowly then pulled back until only his bell head was inside.
“Please…”
“Oh, now… that’s more like it Drew… beg me.” Samuel thrust hard, sinking himself completely inside, then withdrew and thrust in again. Loud slaps sprang from the onslaught of flesh against flesh.
He draped himself across Drew’s back and reached for his cock, finding that Drew already had it in his hands. So he closed his palm over his and helped him stroke, matching each caress with a drive into Drew’s ass.
“Come for me Samuel. I want to feel your warmth inside. I want your cum to run out of my ass when I stand up.”
Samuel grunted and with three quick jerks, did exactly as Drew requested. He stayed buried in his lover’s ass, kissing his back and neck as Drew stroked himself to completion. They watched as thick strings of pearls streamed through the air to land on the back of the leather sofa.
“Boyfriend, look … the cleaning ladies will have something to talk about.”
Samuel pulled his withered penis out of Drew’s behind and an iridescent droplet slid down his leg to land on the rug. “And, now… so will the carpet cleaners.”
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Perfect Manhattan
2 ounces Rye Whiskey
1/2 ounce Sweet Vermouth
1/2 ounce Dry Vermouth
Angostura Bitters
Add whiskey, sweet vermouth, dry vermouth and a dash of bitters to a mixing glass filled with ice. Stir until the mixture is very cold. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lemon twist.
Enjoy!
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Please welcome guest writer,
……… DC ………
I know you will enjoy this read … I certainly did … again and again!
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With one last violent thrust
he flooded me with his lust. Was he the six or the seventh? I lost track of how many times I was taken and how much time had passed. I was blind folded and sticky. And, I was still not satisfied.
A week ago with Gareth’s dick still twitching inside me and my legs still resting on his shoulders, I pulled myself up, kissed him and said, “I love you.”
“Do you really? Then, you need to show me.”
To show the extent of my love I had to pull train for Gareth and his six best friends… How long it took was up to my skills and abilities but each guy had to cum twice. I have been told I give the best head in town and my ass is well, magic. But, somehow I knew this was going to take quite awhile.
“OK, you can leave now.” It was Gareth. “He is mine and I want him without an audience” Now I knew it was only six.
He swatted me on the ass and removed my blindfold. There he was, my big Irish stud with his 10X6 cock harder than I have ever seen it. “Get me ready.” I crawled over to my prize. For a second I looked past him to see how long it had been since we started. I either sucked off or was fucked by 6 of the biggest dicks in the area for over 4 hours and for that entire time there was never a minute that a dick was not in me. Now the only dick that mattered was Gareth’s.
I took it to the root in one quick gulp; this is where it belonged. I could not get enough and he knew it. He stood up, grabbed my ears and owned my throat. Maybe he thinks my ass is too stretched out and was happy to feed me, so the harder he thrust, the more determined I was to take every hard inch of his cock. I could not wait to feel his jizzz scalding the back of my throat. And, then with a loud pop he pulled out.
“Turn around”
He entered me in one hard fast motion, he didn’t give me a chance to react or adjust before he started plowing me. He showed no mercy, I could feel his head getting bigger with each thrust, it hit my sweet spot almost every time, my dick was so hard it would have made a perfect diving board and I was leaking so much precum there was a puddle beneath me. For the first time all night I took charge. I pushed back and met each thrust with equal force. I needed his cum in me to cleanse away all the others I ingested earlier in the evening. He leaned in to me and grabbed me around the throat and hissed in my ear, “Stop it, I cum on my terms, you are just here to receive it.”
He pulled out his cock dripping with the slop of his buddies and my own juices. “On your back.” I flipped over and lifted my legs and in one swift movement my ankles were next to my ears and his cock was in me further than he had ever been before.
I let go of any resistance, gave in and allowed him to posses me completely. Usually when this happens he comes pretty quickly, not this time. He plunged all 10 inches in and out of me without mercy. With sweat dripping off him, he leaned down like he was going kiss me; instead with every few strokes, he spit. I lost track of time as he rode me, we stopped being two men and became one being connected together by his cock and my need to have him inside me.
He leaned in closer, now his tongue was in my ear and his hips just kept pumping, I could tell he was close. I began to really dig into his back with my heels and fingers pulling and pushing him further and further inside me.
He didn’t roar or swear like he usually does when he releases. He didn’t even groan, he just dumped inside me. Usually I love the scalding feeling but tonight I craved it, my ass met each thrust and I milked him dry. My own load shot out of my dick, I have never in my life cum hands free. He kept pumping even though there was nothing else to give me and his dick was softening inside me. He stopped, put his arms underneath me, scooped me up and flipped over on his back. I was still impaled but on top.
I thought he wanted me to ride him until he got hard again. After a few seconds it worked, his cock was as hard as it was when he first entered me. I leaned back and rode him; I looked down to see my own 8 inches staring back at me. I rode his cock so hard I thought I was going to break it off; I was transported to another place. He had to slap my face in order to bring me back but my ass never stopped milking him.
“Like the first time” he grunted.
I hopped off and swallowed him completely, substituting one passage for another. On my best cock sucking day it takes quite awhile to bring him off so I figured this was going to take forever, but I was ready, willing and able to do what it took to prove my love. Next thing I knew he was grabbing the back of my head with both hands and dumping a huge load down my pulsing throat. I dare not miss a drop and continued to suck until I could feel nothing else spewing out.
He began to soften again and I released him. I rested my head on his hip and just licked his dick, I really did not want to give up possession.
He rubbed my head.
“I can’t believe you did all of that, just for me”
“You asked me to”
“Yeah, but I really didn’t think you would do it”
“But, you said you wanted me to prove my love. What if I had said no?”
“I would have asked you do to the dishes”
I stopped licking his dick. He pulled me up to his face and wiped the tears from my eyes, rolled me over on my back and sat on my still hard cock.
“I love you”
Through my exhausted confusion, I wasn’t sure I heard him right, “Gareth, did you just say I love you?”
“Yes!” he snarled, thrusting up and down on my cock, “I love you. Now shut up and fuck me, make me yours.”
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