I Got a Million Problems but a Bottom Ain’t One


“Dontae” is a handsome, dark-skinned bottom from New York City who resettled in Baltimore.

About 30 years old he looks like a model. A matter of fact, I think Dontae did model briefly.

Dontae is into getting a team of tops, preferably Daddies, to tag team his ass. Hour after hour after hour. When the tops get tired of fucking he will pull out a dildo and keep going.

His dick, which is not that large considering his height and build, hardly ever gets hard. He barely moans or registers pleasure. His eyes get this faraway look like he’s somewhere else.

Occasionally he will sniff some poppers. Why he uses poppers I don’t understand — his ass is already loose and wet.

A few weeks ago another top (a friend of Dontae’s) and a verse top and Dontae came over. But I made an error — I invited another bottom over, too. And that bottom proved more popular with the guys than Dontae, who still got his fair share of dick that night.

Dontae sent this photo of his ass.

Dontae sent this photo of his ass.

Dontae was not having not being the center of attention. He stalked away from the action and went to the bathroom. When I went to check on him he was sitting on the toilet with his smartphone on Jack’d, texting and calling, trying to find his next dick fix.

The top who Dontae invited over, “Sean,” caught a ride home with the second bottom. Sean said Dontae deleted his phone number from his cellphone because when he texted him the next day Dontae texted back, “Who is this?”

“I met Dontae at sex party on Sunday and me and a few  guys fucked him and then he pulled out a dildo and fucked himself in front of us,” Sean said. “Then I hooked up with him the next day and fucked him some more. Then we hooked up at your house on Thursday. Like damn, how much dick does he want?”

That’s a good question Sean. But honestly I can’t answer it.

Today Dontae texted me, saying he wanted one more “hard long-winded freak” with me on this beautiful Palm Sunday. I have had enough of him. He is sexy as hell but boring. All he does is suck your dick a minute and put his ass up in the air.

Should I tell him about himself or ignore him? Dontae outside of the bedroom really seems to be a nice guy.

I called my good buddy “Rex” for advice. I explained the Dontae situation to him and he agreed that bottoms lately are getting tired as hell. In fact, Rex said he will even hook up with “tops” who end up wanting to get his thick dick instead of offering theirs.

“They are racing me to the bottom,” he said.

I quit rolling with “football player” because he is the same way. Hardly any foreplay, sucking dick or caressing. Just puts his big burly ass up in the air to get fucked by a big dick.

“Yeah, sex with a lot of bottoms is so one-sided,” Rex commiserated.

Rex suggested I call Dontae and give him some advice although I was hesitant at first because I don’t want to judge peeps for how they roll sexually. Rex said since I wasn’t getting pleasure from Dontae during our sexual transactions I should let him know why.

So I called him and explained to Dontae that sex doesn’t always have to be a fucking endurance contest. That he needs to expand his repertoire and experiment with getting pleasure in other ways.

He was very nice and agreeable on the phone — no arguing. But I could tell that since I wasn’t calling him to get him over to my place to fuck, Dontae was in a hurry to get me off the phone so he could get a top willing to do so.

I have written about my issues with bottoms before. Read the 2010 entry “B is for Boring Bottoms” and “Power Bottoms or Hungry Bottoms” from 2012.

 

 

 

 

Random Pics from My Life (And the Stories Behind Them)


I use a special app on my smart phone to hide the erotic photos I take or people send me. Tonight I went through the hidden pics and thought, “Some of these are downright artistic.”

I decided to share some and tell you the stories behind them.

This Puerto Rican bottom lives in Baltimore. We traded photos but never met. "I"m a little fat," he said. From the photo he sent of his ass he was fat in all the right places.

This Puerto Rican bottom lives in Baltimore. We traded photos but never met. “I”m a little fat,” he said. From the photo he sent of his ass he was fat in all the right places.

A buddy of mine came up from DC last summer and we shared a bottom with each other -- this thick, sexy dude with dreads and plenty of body hair. He rode my buddy all morning. I had to take the shot.

A buddy of mine came up from D.C. last summer and we shared a bottom with each other — this thick, sexy dude with dreads and plenty of body hair. He rode me and my buddy all morning. I had to take the shot.

When the big guy came he got cum all over my sheets. He had the most unusual dick I've ever seen -- it was triangular.

When the sexy guy with dreadlocks  came he got cum all over my sheets. He had the most unusual dick I’ve ever seen — it was triangular.

I had a sex party at my house last winter. Just six guys. The two bottoms took a break to check their phone texts and chat. The contrast in their beautiful. I asked to take a photo and they let me.

I had a small sex party at my house last winter. Just six guys. The two bottoms took a break to check their phone texts, chat and enjoy the warmth of the heater. The contrast in their beautiful skin tones was too much. Plus they had beautiful bodies. I asked to take a photo and they let me.

See the brown-skinned bottom in the photo above. Last summer he came to visit and a buddy and I tag teamed  him. My friend was fucking him like a piston...the shot blurred on my camera.

See the brown-skinned bottom in the photo above of the two bottoms. Last summer he came to visit and a buddy and I tag teamed him. My friend was fucking him like a piston as they straddled my legs…the shot blurred on my camera.

A buddy of mine blew a big nutt. He was so proud of himself he texted all his friends, including me, this photo today.

A buddy of mine blew a big nutt. He was so proud of himself that today he texted all his friends, including me, this photo.

When I was in Florida on vacation last year this young bottom hit me up on Jack'd. I was planning on hooking up with him when he said he wanted me to hit him, spit on him and call him a worthless bitch. I turned him down. I was on vacation to get away from work.

When I was in Florida on vacation last year this young bottom hit me up on Jack’d. I was planning on hooking up with him when he said he wanted me to hit him, spit on him and call him a worthless bitch. I turned him down. I was on vacation to get away from work.

Last spring a straight girlfriend of mine asked me to send a photo of my body so I snapped one in the mirror. She likes thicker dudes. "You are too skinny," she said.

Last spring a straight girlfriend of mine asked me to send a photo of my body so I snapped one in the mirror. She likes thicker dudes. “You are too skinny,” she said.

I dated this guy briefly in the Spring of 2013. When he went to church on Sunday he would wear colorful socks with his suits. I asked him if I could photograph him in nothing but his socks and he said yes. He has the cutest butt.

I dated this guy briefly in the Spring of 2013. When he went to church on Sunday he would wear colorful socks that coordinated with his suits and ties. I asked him if I could photograph him in nothing but his socks and he agreed. I still think he has one of the cutest behinds I’ve ever seen.

This is the guy I date now "Van," in the morning light. His skin looked so nice against the sheets I had to record the moment for posterity.

This is the guy I date now, “Van,” in the morning light. His mahogany skin looked so nice against the sheets I had to record the moment for posterity. Lucky for me he said yes.

 

 

I’m Negative


A mobile HIV van like the one I visited. Photo courtesy of nola.com.

A mobile HIV van like the one I visited. Photo courtesy of nola.com.

I had the guy I date “Van” and a few friends over for a small cookout Sunday afternoon. After our friends left I was a bit restless.

So I went Adam4Adam and an organization hit me up for a free HIV testing. They were in a mobile van less than two miles away.

What the heck? I got tested last fall but it’s good to have them done every six months.

“Van do you mind going with me? You can hold my hands until the test results come in.”

“Sure, why not although I”m sure you are negative.”

Finding parking on the streets of Baltimore’s Federal Hill neighborhood was a bitch but we finally landed one three blocks away.

I went into the white van while Van waited. A young, biracial woman with curly brown hair and skin as smooth as vanilla pudding did the testing.

She pricked my finger, pulled blood up in a pipette, and inserted it into an instrument used to test my blood for HIV. She tried to make small talk, talking about how young I looked for my age, her quest to get into medical school and her love for California but  you could tell she was nervous.

I guess because I came from a population group most likely to be positive. Black. Male. Gay. Urban.

In 10 minutes the time was up. I looked over and there was a red line across the top of the test strip. “You are negative,” she announced.

I thought I was negative but in the back of your head you never know. One time a few week ago I slipped my dick up into a dude raw and thrusted a dozen times to see how it felt but I stopped and put on the condom.

Maybe that one time could have been the time I got it…

“What if I had been positive, what would you have done?”

“Well, usually people who come have an idea they are already positive,” she began, that cheery but nervous smile still on her face.

“But if they are positive I try to keep them calm and say as little as possible. Because no matter what you say they really aren’t listening to you after telling them something like that.”

Stop being so shitty


Okay this post is going to have nasty subject matter. If it makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read it.

And for Heaven’s sake don’t eat while reading this post.

“Virgil” is a middle-aged bottom that lives in this area. He was married but is recently divorced. But believe me he has been getting dick for years.

So you would think dude would learn how to clean himself. You know, there are several products you can buy at CVS and Walgreens to help you do that.

Virgil apparently didn’t get the message.

A few years ago I was at a sex party at a friend’s apartment. Virgil got fucked pretty hard — I was watching. And he shit on the floor. I mean, a small pile.

Youtube viewers react to women having sex with excrement, a practice called scat. Photo courtesy of LA Weekly.

Youtube viewers react to women having sex with excrement, a practice called scat. I can relate to how they feel. Photo courtesy of LA Weekly.

The room filled with that smell and the host stopped the proceedings, turned up the lights and cleaned up with bleach and water.

“What nasty muthafucka did this?”

I knew Virgil did the dirty deed but he didn’t fess up. You know that nasty ass kept right on fucking. I walked over and told the host and Virgil was taken off the guest list.

Fast forward to last week. Virgil has been hitting me up online for months begging for some dicks so I had a few guys over to play and decided it would be nice to throw another bottom in the mix. Besides it had been five years since that party — Virgil is a newly out gay man so must surely have had more time to brush up on homosexual hygiene.

Wrong. After fucking him awhile I noticed that old familiar smell. I stopped and went to the bathroom and washed up.

Later I noticed something that looked like chocolate milk dripping from Virgil’s ass. Ewwww.

I had to do laundry as soon as he left. I mean towels and sheets. Several other guests commented.

Yesterday Virgil hit me up again, asking when he could get some. I told him he would have to learn how to clean his ass or he was not welcome in my house.

You know what he said? “Cool.”

No apology. No “Oh man I didn’t know.” No “I will clean up thoroughly for next time.”

Which now makes me wonder whether he gets off on being shitty. I know there are guys into scat, or involving feces into sex play. Maybe Virgil needs to join one of those clubs.

 

The Thirst


It’s good to have a healthy appetite for sex. Studies have proven sex lowers blood pressure, lessens the risk of heart attack, and may prevent men from getting prostate cancer.

But there are some people so thirsty for sex it can turn you off. I met one a couple of weeks ago and I’m still running away from him.

“Gary” lives just over the Maryland line in Delaware, saw my Adam4Adam profile, and hit me up. From his photos he looked fairly attractive so we ended up talking on the phone. That’s where it all went South…fast.

“I went away to prison for a couple of years and had a boyfriend in prison — that’s where I really learned to take dick” he said. “I work two jobs and I’m so lonely. I really need some dick. Why don’t you catch the commuter train to Perryville and I can come pick you up. Or you can drive up here on my days off — it’s just an hour.”

I told him I would consider it but I should have just point blank said I wasn’t interested. Because his conversation raised red flags.

Like you are in Delaware near southern New Jersey, Philadelphia and Wilmington and you got to beg a negro to take a train trip up from Baltimore to give you some dick? You say you are lonely — why can’t you make friends?

And did he have to tell me he went to prison in our first conversation? That was really TMI.

And I have a rule. Dudes who have to beg for sex usually have to do so for a reason. And that reason could have nothing to do with how they look or how good the sex is. Some dudes are just crazy and you can usually figure that out through casual conversation.

Gary was definitely cray-cray.

So I pretty much ignored him, only politely texting a good morning if he said good morning first. That was a mistake on my part — I should have gone to Verizon.com and blocked his calls and texts. Gary just couldn’t take the hint that I wasn’t interested.

“I know you don’t want to do this but you could come to my house early in the morning and bring your clothes fuck me and leave from my house lol just an idea.”

A few days later he hit me up. I told him I was busy dealing with some stressful family matters and just wanted to chill. He didn’t get the hint. All he was thinking about was getting dick in his ass.

“Maybe if you feel like it afterward I could give you a freak nice massage nice glass of wine and you can take care of this ass that would love to say hi to you and to comfort you in your long day lol,” he texted.

Today Gary drove down to Baltimore and hit me up. I explained the guy I date “Van” is here with me and we were running errands and I planned to do my taxes and get some yard work done.

He knows Van and I have an open relationship but you think he would respect that we were spending time together or at the very least ask whether it was okay with Van if he could drop by. Nah, the thirst was driving him crazy.

“I’m going to be around until one. So what are you doing for the rest of the day. All work no play makes a dull boy want to play later maybe I could come over and lick your sweaty nuts lol.”

I told Van about Gary. “Damn, I told him you were hanging with me. Can’t he get the hint.”

Van didn’t miss a beat. “Thirsty bottoms don’t care,” he said.

To entice me Gary starting sending provocative photos. Here are some of them. And read my  previous entry Thirsty Bottoms or Hungry Bottoms? for more on this subject:

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That only happens in porn. Right?


I was riding home on the commuter train Wednesday when my phone buzzed. It was my buddy “Hiram.”

Hiram is a retired professional who owns a tastefully decorated condo on the north side of Baltimore. Light skinned with a distinguished air, he stays in the gym and has a great body for a man nearing 60.

We usually talk only every few weeks so I was wondering why he was calling me in the middle of rush hour.

“Immanuel, you won’t guess what happened,” he said excitedly.

“Nah, Hi what’s going on? Are you okay?”

“You have got to hear about this,” he said, chuckling.

“Okay, man wassup? Nobody is around me so I can talk.”

With winter over and air conditioning season coming Hiram arranged to get the air ducts in his place cleaned. He used an contractor referred by one of his friends.

The doorbell rang and Hiram opened the door and this handsome, black middle aged man walked in.

“He looked like he worked out every day. I mean he had muscles and a tight ass.”

Hiram let him in and the contractor examined the ducts before giving an estimate. Hiram, who is verse with a nice 8-inch schlong, couldn’t help looking at the man’s bubble ass in his jeans as he stretched to check a vent running near the ceiling.

The guy must have noticed. He turned around and grinned at Hiram.

“Well, how much is this job going to cost me?”

“Well sir, my rate is usually $10 a foot. But you can pay me back any way you want.”

And he looked Hiram’s trim body up and down appreciatively and then looked up and into Hiram’s eyes with a stare that screamed lust.

You know what happened next. They ended up in Hiram’s bed 69′ing, jacking each other’s dicks and tongue kissing deeply. Then they busted a good nutt and the contractor washed up.

This guy repaired my furnace last year. He was so fine -- dark chocolate, full lips and a bubble ass -- that I had to take his pic on the sly. He lingered and talked long after the job was done and we even exchanged numbers. I was tempted to hit on him but didn't.

This guy repaired my furnace last year. He was so fine — dark chocolate, full lips and a bubble ass — that I had to take his pic on the sly. He lingered and talked long after the job was done and we even exchanged numbers. I was tempted to hit on him but didn’t.

Hiram noticed he had a wedding band on his hand but said nothing.

Hiram ended up not only getting a great Wednesday afternoon quickie but the contractor cleaned his ducts for free. They have made a date to meet again, I think on Monday.

“Man, I have only heard about that happening in porno movies,” I said. “I mean, I’ve had repairmen come over who were hot but I would never proposition them.”

“I know, right,” Hiram answered. “One time this sloppy white plumber came over and tried to hit on me but I acted like I didn’t hear him.”

“Wow, I wonder how much stuff like this happens,” I said.

“Probably a lot.”

“Well, man I’m happy for you and hope you have fun when he comes back. Tell me all about it.”

“Okay Immanuel, have a nice evening. I just had to tell you right away.”

“Bye Hi! That incident couldn’t have happened to a better person. Happy for you man.”

Okay was I hit on or was that homophobia?


Okay yesterday was a warm day and I was off so I decided to get some gardening done.

I have only been in my rowhouse a year but my garden is already the talk of the block. Immanuel don’t like living in a shabby house inside or out.

Okay so I bagged up weeds and dead plants and was walking around to the trashcan in the alley when two young dudes wearing sagging jeans, baseball caps and dreads walked up behind me.

I was wearing a gray Nike hoodie, knit skullcap and baggy nylon gym shorts that came down to my knees.

“Look at you switching that ass,” one of them said. “And look at those skinny legs.”

Were they talking to somebody else? But there was no one around. Besides, I don’t switch when I walk.

But I do have skinny calves so yeah he was right about that.

I didn’t respond but glanced back at them as I rounded the corner to the alley.

Homeboy was looking at me with a mischievous grin and a twinkle in his eye.

What the fuck? Was he trying to jone on me for being gay (the neighbors have got to know) or was he hitting?

I just ignored him and kept it moving.

My garden last summer.

My garden last summer.

How Arthur Got a New Pair of Sneakers


Arthur started messing with his high school gym teacher. His story revealed a side of down-low gay life in the South in the early 1960s. Photo courtesy of web.usi.edu.

Arthur started messing with his high school gym teacher. His story put a spotlight on a hidden down-low black gay culture in the South in the early 1960s. Photo courtesy of web.usi.edu.

“Arthur” is a 65-year-old gay man from North Carolina who is a friend of some friends of mine. He was visiting Baltimore recently and I asked him what it was like growing up black and gay in a small southern city in the early 1960s. And this is the story he told me:

Arthur didn’t grow up with a father in his house. His teenage mother got pregnant by a member of a Negro League baseball team that came traveling through town.

But one thing he inherited from his father was a big dick, which was already man-sized by the time he was 13 years old. Soon it would get him more attention than he ever imagined.

Arthur lived with his mother and grandmother in a shotgun apartment with no indoor bathroom. They had to share a backyard outhouse with other tenants and wash in a tin tub filled with water heated by a wood-burning stove in the front room.

Arthur took gym class last period and worked out a deal with his gym teacher. In exchange for helping pick up the athletic equipment and cleaning  the locker room he would get a few dollars a week and could take hot showers.

For a growing boy used to taking lukewarm baths in a cramped tin tub, the shower room at the high school was a luxury.

His gym teacher, Mr. Scott, had just graduated college and was brown skinned, muscled and handsome. He was married to the business teacher, an attractive slender woman who wore pencil skirts and stiletto heels and taught typing and shorthand.

Arthur was taking a shower one afternoon when Mr. Scott walked into the large tiled room, which had shower heads around the walls.

“Hey Arthur I have to go to a meeting. I’m dirty from ripping and running all day. I’ll just take a quick shower too don’t mind me.”

Mr. Scott took a shower on the other side of the room. After a while Arthur turned and looked at his broad, brown back. His ass was high and muscled and smooth. His legs were hairy.

Arthur’s thick dick could already get nine inches long when hard. And he had known he was gay for as long as he could remember, although nobody suspected because he was masculine and athletic.

Looking at Mr. Scott Arthur’s dick got stiff as a board, he just couldn’t help it. He tried to hide it by turning around. He pushed it down between his legs. But it wouldn’t get soft again.

Mr. Scott turned and noticed. His eyes widened but he did his best to stay collected.

“Hey son, getting a hard-on is normal at your age. Don’t worry about. Just try to control when and where you have them.”

Arthur was so embarrassed he couldn’t say anything. But his dick did shrink back down.

Then Mr. Scott turned off the shower head, grabbed a towel and dried himself off and dressed. “See you tomorrow Arthur. Be sure to put the basketballs back in the rack after gym class tomorrow and dry mop the basketball court.”

Despite the awkward incident Mr. Scott kept showering with Arthur. And Arthur noticed Mr. Scott’s dick would get hard too. One day Mr. Scott crossed the shower room, knelt down and took Arthur’s dick in his mouth.

It soon got hard again. The combination of the steamy water and Mr. Scott’s hot mouth were too much. Arthur busted a thick nutt in minutes, right into Mr. Scott’s mouth.

From then on Mr. Scott looked out for Arthur. However, Mr. Scott would never let Arthur reciprocate by letting him suck his dick. “Hey, I’ll just do you Arthur,” he said.

However, Mr. Scott would ask him over to his house weekends to do errands like cutting the grass and trimming the hedges. Then Arthur would come in and eat a hot dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Scott at a real dining room table with china and crystal.

He saved his money from working for Mr. Scott and bought new high top Converse All Stars sneakers and candy from the corner store. These were things his mother and grandmother couldn’t afford to give him on the regular.

But Mr. Scott was not his only patron.

Mr. Johnson lived a few blocks away from Arthur’s family and Arthur would do odd jobs for him too. One of those odd jobs was letting Mr. Johnson suck his dick.

“You got a real nice big piece for a 14-year-old,” said Mr. Johnson, who was much older than Mr. Scott and would take out his false teeth to slurp and slobber Arthur’s dick. “Don’t hurt nobody with that young man.”

Mr. Johnson’s was an upstanding member of the community and a deacon at Southern Rock Baptist Church on 2nd Street. But all the down-low black men in the community would gather at his house.

He would rent his bedrooms for a few dollars and hour so married men could have trysts with their male lovers. All the neighbors probably thought the men were just coming over for card games or community improvement meetings.

“I was surprised by the men who came in his house,” Arthur said. “There were lawyers, and doctors, ministers and insurance salesman — damn even the principal of the high school from the next town over. And most of them were married.”

Sometimes the men would have orgies upstairs in Mr. Johnson’s bedroom and Arthur would try to sneak up. Mr. Johnson would block him at the top of the stairs.

“This is grown folks business. You are too young yet and have your whole life to get freaky. Go home to your mother.”

That is why Arthur said he was not surprised by the Bishop Eddie Long scandal, where the pastor of an Atlanta-area mega church was accused of grooming and molesting young men in his church and allegedly paid them in out-of-court settlements.

“Those young men know what they are getting into. Eddie Long was paying for their tuition and cars and shit. He probably said no to something they asked for and they went public,” Arthur said.

“People now would say Mr. Scott and Mr. Johnson were molesting me but hey I enjoyed them, they helped a poor kid out. Mr. Scott and his wife taught me table manners and loaned me books and Mr. Johnson introduced me to jazz and classical music and showed me the ropes of the gay world.”

I don’t know whether I agree with Arthur on that. But I’m glad he shared his story.

Troubles


A father appears in court in Florida with a son charged with school bus beating. I can relate. My son is going to be in court a few times this year. Photo courtesy of FoxNew.com.

A father appears in court in Florida with a son charged with school bus beating. I can relate. My son is going to be in court a few times this year. Photo courtesy of FoxNew.com.

I’ve come a long way in the five years since I launched this blog.

From married and on the down-low to divorced and navigating a new life. I have  cool but hectic job, a little rowhouse with a front porch and garden in Baltimore, an active social life, and I thoroughly feel good about myself.

But my son’s life is not going so well. He keeps getting arrested for weed possession, and had a court date last week.  Last Labor Day weekend, when I dropped off my daughter after a weekend road trip, he came out and assaulted me.

Rather than whip his ass, which I could have done, I called the police and filed charges. I want to teach him you can’t put his hands on me or anyone. That trial is in April.

I have already told the state attorney prosecuting the case my family situation. We will use the assault trial to get my son into mandatory anger management and drug treatment classes.

My ex-wife blames my son’s issues — dropping out of college, heavy weed use, shiftessness — on my leaving the marriage and being gay. She has gained 20 pounds and friends tell me she blames her depression and weight gain on me, too.

Constant guilt trip from her. Shit when we were married I tried to get her into a gym routine with me but she was too lazy.

Fortunately I have good family and friends who constantly tell me I am a good father and my son is fucking up because he likes to get high and has a mother who will let him scapegoat me instead of working with her ex-husband to help her son.

My daughter is mad cool, is accepting of my new lifestyle, hangs out with me, and regularly makes a 3.5-grade point average. I know her life at home with her brother and mother is not good — my daughter has said when my son doesn’t get high he is a holy terror, punching holes in the wall and constantly bickering.

That my son controls my wife, who threatens to throw him out but always yields and lets him stay and keep fucking up.

So I have filed to get partial or full custody of  baby girl, because I have to get her out of that. The guy I date “Van”and my mother are very supportive of this move.

A friend of mine joked, “You won’t be able to get as much sex if your daughter lives with you.”

“Man, are you kidding,” I answered. “My children are worth a thousand times more than sex.”

Readers please send positive thoughts and prayers and advice my way as I work through this.

The Perfect Threesome


This morning “Julian” sent a text.

“What are you and Van doing?”

“Just hanging around. What’s up with you?”

“I’m bored and don’t have to do anything until 5 p.m. Can I come down.”

I was tired. It was a bear of a week at work and Van and I had fucked the night before and woke up and did it again this morning. I busted a big nutt and didn’t think I could brew up another one. But when Julian wants to come to town Van and I reach deep down inside and pull that extra freak out.

“Sure, come on down.”

Julian is a 29-year-old very handsome, slender, light skinned top with a dick a little longer than mine but not as thick. He moved to Delaware from the Midwest to accept a government job but think it’s dull there.  He will hop in the car and drive 80 miles to Baltimore like it’s just around the block.

Last fall, I met him on Adam4Adam and invited him over without asking Van. Van and I  were in the middle of having sex when he knocked on the door.

“Van, I have a surprise for you,” I sang.

“Oh, you do?,” he answered.

Porn actors Race Sometimes a threesome can be particularly intense when all three men click. Photo of porn actors Race Cooper, J.P.  Richards and Kiern Duecan courtesy of NakedMen.com.

Sometimes a threesome can be particularly intense when all three men click. Photo of porn actors Race Cooper, J.P. Richards and Kiern Duecan courtesy of NakedMen.com.

I trotted downstairs and opened the door butt naked, with a hard, condom-covered dick. My body was slick with a film of sweat from my exertions.  I opened the door and Julian walked in. He tried to look cool but I could tell the sight excited him.

The minute he walked in the room there was an electricity between the three of us that I have never matched in another threesome.

On that first day we met last fall we fucked Van seven ways from Sunday, tag teaming him all that morning. Doggy style, missionary style, spoon style, you name it. I loved seeing Van enjoy Julian and take that dick and Julian loved seeing with me pound Van.

“Beat that ass up Immanuel,” Julian would say, coming up behind and caressing and pushing my ass with his hand so I would fuck Julian harder. And I would fuck Van faster until his moans filled the room.

And then Van, Julian and I took a break to kiss and caress each other. And napped in each other’s arms. Then we woke up and played some more.

“I always liked older guys,” Julian said. “My ex-lover was 20 years older than me. And you two are so hot and seem like you got something going for yourselves.”

Every few months we threesome. For instance, the day after Thanksgiving we were all off from work and Julian drove down and we fucked, napped, watched “World War Z” on DVD, ate leftover turkey, dressing and cranberry sauce, and fucked some more.

When we threesome I swear sometimes I don’t know where Van’s body begins and Julian’s ends and mine begins. While I fuck Van he will hold on to me and run his hands over my body and I do the same to him. It’s like we become one body. The sex gets so intense we take it to a new high.

Van has commented that I seem to get more aggressive when Julian comes around but hey, my almost 50-year-old ass is trying to keep up with Julian’s almost 30-year-old ass. It turns into an endurance contest — we three test each other to see how long and hard we can go before cumming.

Today, after we had freaked awhile I looked down at Van and Julian lying in each others’ arms and thought I was the luckiest man in the world to be in bed with two such hot men.

“Awww, look at my two babies,” I said “My steady baby Van and my hookup baby Julian who comes around from time to time.”

They burst out laughing . In a little while Julian has to get up and go. He has to walk his dog before he pisses up the house and pick up his roommate from work.

We hug, go out on the front porch and talk and laugh awhile in the afternoon sun, and off  Julian goes until we threesome again.