Saturation Point


Okay, I need to take a break from man sex. I’ve reached saturation point.
I’ll tell you how I know it’s time. Last night (Thursday) my down low buddy “Alan” asked me over to his place to have a threesome with “Victor.” I find a reason to slip out for an hour so I can go.
Alan is my age, in his mid 40’s. A tall, in-shape, mellow brother with smooth, deep ebony skin. You would never know he desires men. Alan is like a favorite brother or uncle. You know, the uncle who is the baby of the family and close to your age. The cool uncle who never married, always has a fine woman on his arm, and lets you come over to his place and borrow DVDs from his huge porn collection.
Alan likes younger men and Victor is no exception. He is just 25 years old. I swear he looks like a much more handsome and sexier version of singer and actor Tyrese Gibson (http://broccolicity.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/tyrese-gibson1.jpg).
“Yeah, some people tell me that,” Victor says. He has a very relaxed air about him and doesn’t talk much. But his eyes speak volumes. Every once in awhile Victor stares at me deeply. Like he is sending me a message.
But for the life of me I can’t decipher his expression. Is he attracted to me? Or is he just tolerating me for Alan’s sake?
Victor is definitely impressive. He has a slender, lithe body, a tiny waist and six-pack abs. He and Alan drink some vodka and orange juice and smoke a little weed to relax. I can’t for fear of going home smelling like smoke and alcohol. So as not to sound like a killjoy I make up an excuse that my job does random drug tests.
Eventually, the clothes come off and the sex starts on Alan’s platform bed. I suck and lick Victor’s tight ass while Victor sucks Alan’s thick, long dick. Then we alternative fucking Victor. First Alan, then me, then Alan again.
We fuck him doggy style and missionary style. At one point Victor pulls his feet almost back to his ears, opening his ass wider for our dicks. Finally, Alan directs Victor to lay back on him. He pulls Victors legs wide so I can pound into his ass from the front.
“Fuck that ass, Immanuel. I told you that was some good ass,” Alan says to encourage me.
Victor is hot. Alan is hot. The whole scene should be hot. But for some reason I feel I am just going through the motions. My dick will harden and I’ll fuck and it feels good but soon my mind wanders, my dick softens, and I pull out and let Alan take over.
Alan has told Victor how good I am at sex and I don’t want to disappoint. “I busted three nutts already today,” I say, explaining why I have to keep stroking my dick to keep it erect. In fact I have only busted two, including that phone bone session with Idris five hours before.
After an hour I have to go home. My dick was already leaking semen so I lay back and masturbate to get the rest of that nutt out. Then I shower and dress and leave. Victor is still lounging in bed, looking like a sleek black panther. I feel slightly embarassed. I hope I didn’t disappoint him.
As I’m driving home I decide. It’s time to slow down and take a break from this. I’m really enjoying my wife and family more. Maybe it’s time to work on restoring that intimacy my lady and I have have lost.
The marathon sex is also beginning to wear on me. All the asses are beginning to look alike. The dicks are blurring into each other. I’m forgetting names when they call and text me.
“Who are you,” I will ask.
“This is Winston, Immanuel. Remember? You banged the shit out me two weeks ago and I want some more of that good dick. When you free, baby?”
“Oh, yeah, right,” I will answer, struggling to connect the name with a face in my mind. “I’ll have to see when I’m free.”
But I’m not really feeling it. It’s time for me to take a break and recharge. Let’s see if I can do that.

Phone Boning with Idris


I met “Idris” online just a few days ago. We went around and around awhile and then picked up the phone and instantly connected. We’re fast becoming friends and potential freak buddies.

Idris is a professional who sometimes works at home. I emailed him my face picture so he knows how I look and he sent me his so I know how he looks. Brown-skinned. high cheek bones. A dazzling smile that looks like he can make mischief.

Idris has a steady girlfriend but swings with the fellas sometimes. His play hours are limited and he lives an hour drive away so it will be rare when we have time to meet. But that doesn’t stop us from communicating by phone, text message and by emailing at a men’s online sex hook-up site.

I was busy in the city today but decided to call Idris when I got home and took a break. I called him while I lay in bed, absentmindedly rubbing my dick.

“Hey Idris, what’s up man?”
“Hey Immanuel, I’m at the bank waiting in line,” he said.
“Guess what I”m doing,” I asked. My voice was getting deep and husky. He knew what I had in mind.
“Look man, I’m wearing sweatpants. I don’t want my dick sticking out in the bank line.”
I laughed.

What I like about Idris is the man is intelligent and we can talk about anything. Sex. Down-low culture. Fraternities. Track and field. Our first hookups with dudes. You name it. But I had no idea what an imaginative freak and first class phone boner he was. I was about to find out.

He quickly got his financial business done in the bank and went and sat in his car so we could really get down to business of sex.

“Pull that dick out and slap it on the phone. I want to hear that shit,” he commanded in a tone I had never heard before.

By now I had gone into a bathroom, closed and locked door, turned on the fan, turned off the lights, stripped naked and laid on the floor. I crooked the phone receiver against my ear so my hands were free. I started stroking my dick like crazy. And I followed Idris’ directions to the letter. It was clear this brother knew what he was doing.

“I wish I was there, licking the head of that long, ashy black dick, getting it wet,” he said.

Damn, I thought. My dick soon got rock hard. I mean it was at full attention. I reached for container of moisturizer, slathered some of the cream on my dick to get it slicker, and kept stroking, letting Idris’ voice take me to the edge of orgasm.

He described in detail what he would do when we met. How he would eat my ass, my balls, suck my dick, and put my stiff dick in his ass and work it slowly into his body. Idris is very masculine and mostly a top. From his photos his body is tight. The thought that he would give me some of that ass, even if just a fantasy, was all it took.

All I could think about was him working that tight ass on my dick. That was it. I was going to bust!

My dick starting squirting nutt as I moaned on the phone. My cum looked like lava flowing from a volcano. My bodied tensed, got hard as a rock,and then relaxed as the orgasm waves rolled over me. I could barely hear Idris talking. I was in the zone. You guys know what I mean.

“Did you cum,” Idris asked.
“Hell yeah. It’s all over my hand,” I said as I got up to wash up.

Later Idris emailed me. “You owe me a nutt,” he said.
“Shit man, I owe you two nutts,” I answered.

Idris, I know you read my blog. Thanks for helping a brother out today. Smile.

A Very Short Sex Party


“Ashton” is a brother in his 30s that lives just 15 minutes from me. He is a born-again freak who got turned on to men when he was threesoming with a male buddy and a girl and the guy’s semen splattered on him.
I haven’t known Ashton long but he is an energetic dude who always seems to be rushing. His rushing around actually landed him deeper in the down-low world.
One day Ashton was driving home in the rain like a maniac from a sex hookup, rushing to beat his girl home or at least arrive not too late to arouse her suspicion. His driving was erratic, prompting a state trooper to pull him over.
“I’m rushing home to my girl,” Ashton explained.
Then the trooper aimed his flashlight in the car and noticed some gay porno DVDs on the car seat. There was a pregnant pause.
“You need to put those in a safe place so your girl doesn’t see them,” the trooper finally said.
Ashton was surprised by the trooper’s sympathy and lack of surprise at finding copies of”Coco Dorm” and “Thug Luvin'” in his car. In fact the trooper gave him his cell number and asked him to contact him.
That’s how Ashton started freaking with a group down-low policeman, who met regularly to freak. In fact, Ashton prefers masculine brothers who are married or got girlfriends.
Last night Ashton invited me to a married men’s party at his house. I had some time so I went. Ashton’s girl was out of town visiting folks down South and her train was not expected back until late last night.
“Sure man,” I said, thinking about Ashton’s bubble ass and his ability to suck dick like a piledriver. “Is it okay if I bring some friends.”
“What are they?,” he asked.
“Versatile dudes,” I said. (versatiles are guys who can fuck or get fucked).
“Good, we have too many tops coming,” he said.
But the plans went haywire. Ashton had to work an hour later than planned so a lot of the 12 dudes he invited didn’t come. They had to be homes with the wives. So it ended up being me, a friend “Bruce,” Ashton, and another bottom, a middle-aged, handsome dark-skinned man with a tight ass.
Bruce is married and his wife was out of town too and he was ready to freak. He fucked Ashton on the bed, banging him so hard the bed rocked. It was hot to see Ashton’s long legs splayed, opening wide so Bruce could dig his dark chocolate dick deeper into that tight brown ass.
Meanwhile, I fucked the other bottom missionary style on the bed. The bottom busted in a minute. I had barely got started.
“Damn that was fast,” I said.
“Sorry, I have to go. I have to catch a plane to Trinidad for vacation with friends. My flight is leaving in less than a hour,” the bottom said as he put his clothes back on.
What the fuck?, I thought.
Meanwhile Ashton was still getting fucked. Bruce doesn’t have a large dick but he was grinding it deep in Ashton’s ass in a circular motion.
“Damn, your boy knows how to use that dick,” Ashton said.
I was a little jealous but it was nice seeing Bruce have so much fun. And believe me, I get enough ass. It was actually nice to be the voyeur and not the exhibitionist for once.
Then Ashton’s phone rang and the action stopped. He walked into the living room to answer then quickly came back in the bedroom. He had a surprised look on his face.
“Shit, that was my girl. She took an earlier train home. I got to go pick her up.”
I hadn’t busted one nutt. So Ashton knelt on his knees and sucked me and Bruce as fast as he could, sometimes with both our dicks in his mouth at the same time. I shot my thick cream all over his face while he told us that’s just what he liked — a cum shower. I don’t even think Bruce came again– he probably already ejaculated in a condom while he was fucking Ashton.
We washed up, threw on our clothes, helped Ashton pick up condoms and rushed out. Ashton, as usual, had to hustle to get his girlfriend before she began wondering why it was taking him so long to make a 20-minute drive to get her. Maybe another hot trooper would pull him over.
Fortunately for us though, Ashton’s girl didn’t have a car or take a taxi home. Or she would have walked in on her masculine man taking dick in his ass or mouth. That would have been ugly.
And sure the party was short — just about 30 minutes — but in the world of downlow black men you got to take what you can get. Because like Ashton, we are always racing against the clock.