The Phone Booth


A New York City phone booth back in the day. You just don't see them too much anymore.

A New York City phone booth back in the day. You just don’t see them too much anymore.

When I was a teenager in the late 70s and early 80s and my mother dropped us off at the bowling alley or a concert or the movies she always told us to make sure we had two dimes or a quarter to call her from a pay phone booth so she could pick us up.

But I haven’t seen a public phone booth or phone stall in years. With so many people, even pre-teens, owning cellphones I guess they are obsolete.

However a friend of mine of named “Damone” said phone booths used to play a big role in Baltimore’s gay cruising scene. In fact that is how he got to have sex with a man for the first time.

Damone got teased as a child for being gay because he liked playing with the girls and their dolls. As he got older and more street-wise he toughened up, deepened his voice, dated girls and even sold drugs on the streets, although lesbians ran the enterprise.

“Sometimes these lesbians would take me to gay bars and I got curious about having sex with men,” said Damone, a smooth, slight brown-skinned black man man with straight, shiny black hair.

“I would sneak back to the gay bars without them but I was really shy about hooking up with anyone.”

However, Damone found out that gay men then would get the numbers of certain phone booths in Baltimore and call them. So if you heard a phone booth ringing and nobody was around most likely it was somebody trying to get sex.

He discovered there was one such phone booth in front of a liquor store in his Park Heights neighborhood. So Damone hung near the phone booth one night and sure enough it rang. So he picked it up the receiver.

“Hello.”

“Hey man, you looking?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Damone said.

“Look, I just want to suck some good dick. I will pay,” the caller said. “You got a big dick?”

Damone's dick.

Damone’s dick.

“Yeah. It’s pretty big for my size. That’s cool. I need some cash. What’s your address.”

So Damone took the bus to an apartment a few miles away and met the caller, a nice looking man about 25 years old.

“That was like being an old man to me then,” Damone said.

Damone claims the man paid him $50 to let him suck his dick. $50 to suck a dick in 1990, I thought? That was a lot of money then.

Damone explained though the man wanted him to keep coming back. And that is what he did. And that is the story of how Damone started fucking with men.

Blind Man’s Bluff


My partner “Van” and I are off work – it’s the July 4th weekend. And a friend of ours, ” Ralphie,” texted us and asked what we are doing. Ralphie is a fine ass chocolate dude with a hairy body and beard. He wanted to freak this morning before going to work in downtown Baltimore. Ralphie is a freak with a heart of gold. A really nice soft spoken man. But in the bedroom that changes. Today he put on a blindfold and let Van and I have our way with him. Here are the pics. image image

Me from another angle.

Me from another angle.

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When the Pressure Builds


Every few months I will get a text from “Armin,” a tall, handsome, married man of American Indian, Black and Latino descent.

“What are you and ‘Van’ doing,” he will ask. ” I can get away and I need to relieve some stress. We can all meet at the Crew Club.”

When Armin comes out to play it’s no holds barred. He is pent up.

And from what I can gather he does have a lot on his plate.  Three kids. Wifey. An aging mother who is ill. And a pressure cooker job in law enforcement.

I guess being on the down-low gives him a chance to escape.

I met Armin when I was still married myself. He is an inch taller than I at six feet three and has a dick close to 10 inches.

We would tag team bottoms together, pounding them till they said uncle. And then lay around awhile and kiss each other and just talk.

The thing I like about him is despite his tough man job he always has a smile on his face and a chuckle that is infectious.

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Armin's body. Told you he is hot.

Last week he was free again and hooked up with us at Van’s place. I invited an African friend to add some spice to the stew.

I have always seen Armin top but he surprised me, saying he wanted some dick. He lay back and let Van fuck him while I and my African buddy watched.

His face showed pain when Van slid his long dick in. But by the moans I could tell there was pleasure too.

Then I fucked him, his hole opening slowly as I pushed in deeper. It was tight but he gave way.

I have to admit it was hot to explore this new side of Armin.

Then while Armin fucked Van I crept up behind him and fucked him while he did Van.

“Wow, that’s some hot shit,” said my African friend.

And then we all busted a nutt, and Armin dressed and returned to his pressure cooker life in the burbs.

“Had a great time last night, thanks,” he texted the next morning.

But then a few days later I got this text.

“Might be free at the end of next week. I will text you.”

So the pressure must be building back up.

Lost and Found


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You know your sex parties are good when folks leaving drawers.

For those guys who were so caught up in our sex parties they forgot their drawers “Van” and I have started a Lost and Found box.

Please reclaim these lost undies at the next party. They have been washed and folded.

P.S. We have kept all lost thongs for our personal trophy thong collection.

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I have known “Rock” for years and he is an avid reader of my blog and good and supportive friend. Often he will comment on what I write and share stories from his own experiences.

Trust me his stories of being a masculine, black top in the Armed Forces are hot. Rock has sampled men from all over the planet.

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And Rock welcome to the blogosphere!

– Your friend, Immanuel

This has been a historic week…


Georgia residents Larry Carter, star of the web series "The Boyz Next Door" and Antoine Nolan Carter had to travel to Washington, D.C. to get married. Now same-sex couples around the nation won't have to travel to states where same-sex marriage is legal, thanks to the U.S. Supreme Cort. Photo courtesy of Discoveryingmeallday blog.

Georgia residents Larry Carter, star of the web series “The Boyz Next Door,” and Antoine Nolan Carter had to travel to Washington, D.C. to get married. Now same-sex couples around the nation won’t have to travel to states where same-sex marriage is legal, thanks to the U.S. Supreme Cort. Photo courtesy of Discoveryingmeallday blog.

I have to admit the mass shooting in Charleston, S.C. had me reeling. Would this racial hate never end?

Then historic events starting transpiring. You could see God on the move.

Southern states, after decades of hardcore resistance, started moving to take down that hateful Confederate flag after photos were revealed of the shooter sporting the Stars and Bars.

Then Walmart and other retailers yanked Confederate flag merchandise off their shelves.

Maybe, just maybe this nation is now ready to have a serious discussion about addressing entrenched racism although it is a shame Trayvon Martin, the members of Emanuel AME Church, and many others had to be martyrs to get us to this place.

Then the U.S. Supreme Court upheld the Affordable Care Act so millions of lower income Americans do not have to make the choice between paying a medical bill or paying for rent or food. Plus the court yesterday upheld a provision of the Fair Housing Act to prevent housing discrimination.

And today the Supreme Court legalize same-sex marriage in all 50 states!

My partner “Van” and I have discussed marriage. It’s the next logical choice if our relationship continues and we merge households as planned. But now if we do we won’t have to worry about living in a state that does not recognize a marriage made in another.

The Charleston tragedy is still on my mind and I pray for the victims, their survivors and our nation. But this week has given me more hope that ultimately love does prevail over hate.

Q: Hey my single readers, now that same-sex marriage is legal in all 50 states will you get married?