The Three Foolproof Tricks to Get Inside My Hole (Guaranteed)

Most guys don’t believe me when I tell them that there are a couple of ways that any male in the entire world could get permission to put his dick in my ass if he so wished, without exception. But I will tell you with complete and utter honesty that it’s true. There are a couple of things that, if done correctly, would guarantee absolutely anyone on Earth access to my hole for at least long enough to achieve climax.

And not only that, I’m about to post exactly what those tricks are as public information for anyone who might wish to know about them. That should tell you a lot about the kind of boy I am.

1. The magic buttons 

It’s baffling that despite how vehemently I despise the word “nipple,” the two attached to my chest are seriously magic. Play with one of them, you get me going; play with both of them and you have a total slave at your disposal.

2. “pussy” and/or “cunt”

I know not everyone is into this, and that’s fine, but the moment a guy uses either “pussy” or “cunt” in reference to my ass, he’s automatically granted entry.

3. Getting a load into my hole

This might seem obvious or nonsensical, but notice the wording. It’s true that once a guy shoots his load in my ass he’s a member for life and welcome any time, but if you’re trying to get in there in the first place one could still theoretically use this trick with a little ingenuity. Hence the wording: getting A load into my hole.

 

So there you have it. And if you don’t believe me when I say these are foolproof, try me. I’d love the chance to show that I mean it!

Lookalike Load

Yesterday morning I happened to meet a guy who lives out in the boondocks near where I’m living at the moment, which was very exciting. He also happened to look a lot like my pledge bro Mike (here’s Mike):

That’s why it was doubly hot when the guy was pumping his load into my hole before he had to leave to pick up his mother or something of that nature. Now if only I could get Mike’s load. And the rest of the fraternity.

So that’s only two loads so far in 2012, which isn’t the best start by any means. But it’s a start…

 

Survey

I made up a little survey to learn a few things about my followers and what you like about me and/or my sexuality that brings you here in the hopes of keeping you cumming . I’d love if you’d fill it out for me…and be honest, and blunt, and nasty please.

Here’s the link.

Three’s Cumpany

Last Saturday I was in such need of fucking that I went down to Palm Springs to spend the night with a new friend I made who in many ways has my mindset about sex and so forth, but since he was working a catering gig until 11 or so he told me to go on in and wait in his room, smoke, relax, shower, etc., so he could look forward to arriving home to me naked and pumping my cock on his bed.

Well, I arrived around 6pm, and was all cleaned up by 7. And I was superbly horny, and I seem to have much better luck in Palm Springs with hookups, for many reasons. So I invited a guy over who wanted to do a quick pump and dump (I didn’t know how long my friend would be gone), then another guy I was talking to said he wanted to walk in and see me being fucked, or similar, so I invited him as well, knowing he likely would get his wish. I also talked to a guy who was looking for around 11 and said he’d call later on, and plenty more too, but I had the two on their way. The second arrived before the first, though, but he was a lot of fun and really had some great ideas, liked some hot stuff, and best of all seemed to really enjoy fucking me.

The first guy, who didn’t know anyone else was coming, arrived, and I ran by him that another guy was there and he seemed fine with it. The first guy, who had a nice solid sized cock, had opened me up, so the smaller-dicked first guy had no troubles, and they passed me back and forth from my mouth to my ass and vice versa. Then the second guy, who had asked before the first one arrived if I ever got double fucked, bluntly suggested it, and soon to my amazement (like always) both cocks were inside my hole, for a brief but awesome period of time. Finally the first guy, who needed to leave, got to dump the first load in me…and it was pretty big. It was VERY hot having the second guy watch me get bred, and for the first guy to leave me with the second guy and his load lubing up my used hole.

The second guy fucked me for a while longer, and we talked about some things he thought would be fun to do with me, which as usual were things I’m dying to do but never seem to get past the talking stages, and finally I begged him to cum inside me, and when he did…I mean, I’ve had a decent amount of cum in me so far, but I don’t remember it feeling like a geyser the way his did. Usually I can hold two loads in me no problem, three or four generally…this time I was basically overflowing. But I didn’t realize how full I was quite yet.

The third guy called not long after, and though I was by then expecting my friend home any time, I was a bit hesitant, but I wanted the load and the guy was pretty hot, and he literally wanted to cum and leave (which I love) so I said come on by. As I waited, though, I really wanted to see my used hole, especially since the second guy had indicated that it looked rather incredible after being double fucked and double loaded, so I used my friend’s webcam to shoot a short video from which I intended to capture a few stills, as I usually do. I looked at it from the position I like most, on my back with my legs in the air, and indeed it was nicely used and very hot to look at, and before I shut off the video I thought I’d get on all fours and get a shot from that angle just in case. As I did, and was looking back to see it, suddenly a large bit of cum spurted out – not gushed, not dripped, spurted – and that was definitely a first for me, and I was appropriately excited and pleased with myself for accidentally doing something pretty fucking hot.

The third guy didn’t know explicitly that I’d gotten bred before he slid his cock into my cunt, but I would bet most of the money in the world he figured it out pretty quickly. He had a really interesting pattern to how he fucked: deep a few thrusts, then gradually shallower and slower till it was almost just the head going in and out, then he’d start over, and he kept it up until he finally came during the head-only part of the routine at the end, which I could tell was how it was meant to work. He was the silent type so I didn’t know he was cumming until a few seconds in, but it was excellent and validating. And as he pulled out of me, my friend arrived home. And somehow, the situation comedy gods must have been smiling (or jerking their cocks) at me because I managed to get the guy out the back way while my friend made his way through the house. Of course, I told him a bit later what had gone on, and he was nothing but supportive…it was merely a matter of appropriate timing.

And a LOT of cum.

Giving It My All, But I’m Not the Girl You’re Taking Home

I did pledge to keep track of whenever I took a load as is my special joy, and I have actually been true to my word so far, believe it or not, despite the lack of updates. I’ve had a decent amount of sex and made even more attempts at it, but there’s been a lot of unfinished business, life distractions, and temporary living situation obstacles keeping my hole devoid of cum lately. I do sometimes think to myself that it seems there’s always something keeping me from doing what I believe I want to, and I do regularly consider whether that is always happenstance or if I have some impact on that myself somehow and if so, why, and how do I fix it, so I don’t mean to sound like a moaner making excuses all the time.

Another reason though is that for some reason I’ve been topping more often lately. I don’t prefer topping, and I’m by no means a distance runner when it comes to being the top, though I’m a superstar sprinter. I think this has a lot to do with the sort of confidence that comes for me with topping, which is really more a lack of non-confidence that I often deal with as a passive bottom, which mixes with my concern about approval rather poorly. Tops really ought to give bottoms a bit more of a break a lot of the time, really: if you’re a top, and you have a decent figure and/or a big dick, then you’re pretty much set and no one’s going to complain and most people are going to do the opposite, and other than staying in reasonable shape there’s really no effort required of you (and I am fully aware that even that doesn’t take much work). Bottoms not only have to stay in reasonable shape, they have the body’s largest muscle to maintain and it, and the area around it, works against you in almost every way: easily appearing cellulite, the coarsest, least manageable (or appealing) hair growing where it’s the most difficult to maintain, one of the only parts of the body that almost never sees exposure to open air or sunlight, and of course the shit that regularly passes through the area and requires at least cursory removal prior to sex (it often takes me 30-45 minutes to really prep). That’s a lot of work required just to make it possible, much less to impress and excel, and tops have a certain air of entitlement to a well-tended, cleaned out ass, placing the responsibility entirely on its owner. And if a bottom asks something of a top and he has any difficulty with it, the bottom gets the blame for being too “bossy,” demanding, selfish, trashy, or otherwise unacceptable.

Guys outside the LA bareback scene tend to share my astonishment that I have much difficulty finding partners sometimes and that I tend to be overlooked or excluded by the in-crowd of guys having sex the way I like and want to; I have the hottest time with guys who are visiting from out of town, and the best response from such guys online or otherwise in the process of initiating a meet. I would love to hear LA guys’ reasons for passing me over despite enjoying sex lives with which I’d be fully compatible with partners no more objectively desirable as I and sometimes almost cut from the same mold as I – and I mean that both in the humble way (I’d like to know what I perhaps need to approve about my approach and/or personal marketing) and the defensively cocky what-the-fuck way of someone who isn’t willing to buy the personal preference/not one’s type explanation when you’re fucking the other mid-20s tall white slim bottom in town who looks like he could be my brother.

Look, I’m tougher on myself than anyone, but frankly at this moment I’m the type of boy you only find in porn fantasies, in Europe, or dubiously truthful stories some guys have about their sexual upbringing and that I am sure most guys don’t think actually exist. I certainly haven’t met any others. I’d especially love it if the men who have actually enjoyed what I have to offer were able to hear those excuses and perhaps share why they didn’t find such things problematic. I am well aware that just writing this post is the kind of thing that can get me skipped, for any one of several increasingly cruel reasons: either voicing a complaint about lack of response makes one see me as like the fat, tragic, self-loathing drama nerds in high school, or the fact that LA guys give me the cold shoulder leads to the assumption that there must be some obvious deal-breaker about me that I’ve somehow hidden from my online representation, or – this is my favorite – the fact that I have thoughts and feelings and maybe a little intelligence either intimidates or leads to the assumption that I actually like talking and thinking about sex more than having sex (I don’t. I don’t at all) or, conversely but just as bad, makes people like me as a person or more than that and no longer as a sexual concept. These are the kinds of guys who ended up fucking my younger, dumber, responsibility-free ex-boyfriend…and there have been a lot of them in LA, which I suspect is one of the direct or indirect reasons for a lot of this LA problem. But the ex-boyfriend went to rehab and has basically shunned the sexual community we were a part of and, long story short, is no longer even potentially relevant in this sexual circle so any excuses related to him are moot.

This extends to a few other things as well. After a brief flirtation last year – deep in relationship mode – with the casting folks at a certain iconic porn company I’m both dying to work with and would I think be a very marketable asset, a scheduled shoot for my debut scene was cancelled (not for reasons having anything to do with me) and I did not actively try to reschedule something as my relationship was becoming more complicated. A year later, fresh-faced, free of limitations, eager to work and aware of the reality and professionalism required, and looking better than I ever have, I can’t get a studio to get back to me despite going about it the real way, with the legit application and photos and all. One rep told me, when I asked if I needed to provide more info, “no need to reapply – if we have it, then it is still in the system. just means that we haven’t had a scene that we think you are right for.” This was in July.

I mean, maybe I’m wrong about my being a guy that the big bareback studios would be interested in and could market effectively as something intriguing and unusual, although I always go by the philosophy that if it’s something I would like to see, there are probably enough other people who would as well to make it at least a worthwhile idea. Maybe I don’t seem serious, or real, and I can understand that, but I put so much effort into addressing those concerns that I feel like it wouldn’t be a big risk to give me a chance at least. But, and again, this is going to sound a bit something, I mean… really? I’m not asking to be the hot centerfold star or anything here, but really, I’m not even up to the basic standards to be in a bareback porn scene?

I know that I have a tendency to exacerbate things due to my instinctive interpretation of a lack of response to something beyond just the shot in the dark first message as an active choice to pass on me, when not all of these situations are nearly as conscious nor as thought-out as I perceive them to be, and addressing my perceptions then becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. I generally avoid addressing my instinctual misgivings for that very reason. But I kind of feel now (half of me wants to abandon this post in order to preserve a facade of confidence awesomeness, while the other half realizes that I’ve been at this for years and it hasn’t worked yetand am likely to find it liberating to have this down in print and not have to talk or think about it all the time anymore) that I have nothing to lose and I’m not getting what I want and what I think I ought to be able to get and I am not quite willing to accept that I am simply not going to be allowed to get the sexual experience I want and should cut my losses and focus on something that’s second best. Not yet.

Anyway, yeah. Thanks for listening. I think I needed to get that off my chest.

Which I think looks pretty good in this picture. I can’t believe I’m actually saying that…and believing it. Yay!

Three Times – a Charm!

I invited a guy over around midnight for a pump and dump, since he preferred being the first load in a hole, and he was actually a lot cuter than his pictures, which is always a bonus. He told me while I was sucking his dick that he never came from blowjobs but he was sure he could with me sucking him off. I asked if he wanted me to get him close orally and then sit on it right before he shot, but  he said he really wanted to fuck me, so I rode him for a bit and then he asked me to bend over and he fucked every last inch of his dick into my hole and had the hottest orgasm where I could tell it was taking every effort to keep quiet so my roommates wouldn’t hear.

I had talked to another guy before inviting the first one over and tentatively planned to meet up after he finished some errands. To my surprise, he arrived not five minutes after the first guy shot his load into me, and I went to meet him and we went to the backyard because I’m not comfortable enough at the place I’m subletting to take the revolving door approach I usually would in my own place in such a situation. He fingered my hole as I had a cigarette and commented on how wet it was, and he tasted his fingers a few times, but he didn’t say much and was the kind of non-emotive men that I tend to worry about whether they’re into it or not so I didn’t know what he was thinking. I made an excuse to try and get him into the gated parking lot next to the loft which I felt would be a safer place for him to stick appendages up my ass, and finally got us back there behind the loft that borders the lot. I was really worried because he looked annoyed but then I noticed he’d taken out his dick and it was both hard and very nice, and after some awkward positioning I finally swallowed all of my very palpable nerves and fears and bent over against a chair and he slid inside me and fucked me from behind for almost five minutes without stopping, and with each passing minute I was becoming more and more overwhelmed until a weird thing happened. It was almost like I grew so overwhelmed and scared and excited and worried that suddenly I just thought “fuck it,” and I looked back at him instead of looking around and keeping watch. And literally the moment I made eye contact with him and he saw in my expression that I was all in, he shot his load in me, and it was one of the hottest moments of my entire sexual career.

The problem was, I’d ripped the shorts I had on all the way up the back as he fucked me through them, and there were two guys sitting in a car they’d just jump-started right outside the gate of the parking lot, and I couldn’t get to my place without them seeing it all. So I waited in the lot for twenty fucking minutes and the assholes didn’t move, and finally I came to my senses and reminded myself that I would never see them again and it was more important that I get back home than that I avoid embarassment that really wasn’t that big a deal to begin with. So I held my shorts closed and walked out and down the sidewalk to my apartment, not looking at the car and trying not to think about how they must have reacted, and half a minute later I was back in my room with two loads in me.

Within half an hour I’d hit up a 26 year old Latin guy who said he wanted to breed me and was excited that I had cum in me already, which is basically the hottest kind of guy to me, and as I texted him my address my phone informed me that it was a guy I’d met through a friend months earlier who had pursued me on numerous occasions but I’d never met up with because I erroneously thought he had told me he didn’t bareback, which was a shame because I wanted to play with him. So both of us were really excited to finally meet up, and he really lived up to what he said he liked, and we had major sexual chemistry and got along really well. He shot a load in me standing up within the first ten minutes, then over the next four or five hours we got to know each other generally and found we also had a lot in common in other ways, and I especially liked that he really got everything I was talking about in terms of my writing, my mentality, my personality, etc. Frankly it was a lot like the early days with my ex boyfriend, with the one key difference being (and this is in no way a criticism or a bad thing at all) that my attraction to this guy was and is a very different kind than my attraction to my ex, much more in a friend/sex partner way where the ex was more of a brotherly/care-taking/puppy love attraction.

He finally decided to head home around 7am but not  before fucking me one last time, and he fucked me on my back with my legs up and his cock was big enough and he fucked deep enough to become a member of the exclusive club of guys who’ve made me cum without touching my dick just by fucking me. As I began to feel myself getting close I grabbed my dick and pulled it down toward my hole so the head rubbed up against his dick as he fucked me, which led to a few moments where his cock thrusting into me pulled a bit of my cock head in with it, not in any absolute way but enough that both of us had this awareness that he and I were  double fucking my own ass in a way, and finally I had to cum and it was quite intense and went everywhere, and I lay there pretty much paralyzed as he shot his load on my chest and my hole. I was completely transported as I lay there and I kept saying that the whole liaison had been perfect, start tov finish, which it kind of was and what a fucking perfect time for me to experience a perfect hookup, right? Everything about my time with this guy was as successful as most of my sexual experiences for the last several months have been failures. Not only was almost everything about last night fun in the moment, the fact that I had so much success last night basically validates everything I’d set out to try and do. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was me doing things right finally, maybe it’s coincience, I don’t really care… as far as I’m seeing it, I’m trying out a new sexual strategy and initial signs are all suggesting I’m on the right path.

Plus, check out this amazing and completely un-retouched shot the last guy took of me…on my iPhone no less!

Fuck On for Ol’ SC

This hot blonde is Matt Barkley, the quarterback for the USC Trojans. Some of you might remember that I am a proud Trojan and sanctions or no sanctions I am overflowing with love for my men of Troy as I have been since my freshman year in 2002, when Carson Palmer and Pete Carroll led a previously 6-6 team to the Orange Bowl (where Ashlee Simpson put the cherry on her live performance debacle following the “acid-reflux” incident on SNL) and Carson won the first of three Heismans won at USC over the four years I was an undergrad. (Reggie Bush won it and will always be a winner in my mind.) For the record, over those four years the Trojans didn’t lose a single home game. Those were good times.

I came up with an idea that I didn’t get a chance to go through with last year, but this season I intend to put this slutty plan into action. Basically, I decided that since I no longer go to the games myself or get to watch them all on tv, I would find another way to support my team symbolically.

Basically, how it works is, for every touchdown my boys score this season, I pledge to take another load up my ass to celebrate. The season is halfway through, and the Trojans are 5-1. How many touchdowns have they scored so far, for which I have some catching up to do?

20.

Fight on, and fuck on. If anyone cares to volunteer a load for this project, please get in touch!