Thugzilla and I have something in common


I wonder what happened to this bottom dude I did three years ago.

Couldn’t sleep tonight and was surfing Xtube when I came across this clip of Thugzilla banging this bottom.

Wow, Thugzilla and I have something in common.

I fucked this bottom a few years ago in the basement of a townhouse in Laurel. Later I found he did some porn. I blogged about it (click here to read).

You know you fucked a lot of ass when dudes you did start popping up in porn videos.

Back in 2009 when I wrote it I said I wasn’t going to share the video but hey it’s a few years later, it’s a public video, and I’m in a different place. Sadly, I don’t even remember his name.

Q: Does anyone know whatever happened to the bottom?

Potbelly’s for Lunch with a Porn Actor on the Side


Harris Teeter grocery store in D.C.’s fast growing NoMa neighborhood. Potbelly’s is on the same block.

My co-worker “Fiona” likes to take long walks at lunch.

“Hey, it’s a good way to get something to eat and watch the weight at the same time,” she says.

So today, despite the fact it was drizzling, we walked about five blocks up the street to grab a bite. I wanted a peanut butter and jelly on toasted whole wheat from Potbelly’s and Fiona wanted to grab a syrupy sweet baklava dessert from Roti right next door.

She claims they only pack 250 calories.

“Look, run into Potbelly’s Immanuel and I will run into Roti and we will meet up and walk back to work,” she said.

So  I walked into Potbelly’s and ran into somebody who looked familiar. A light brown-skinned black man with a sharp nose and small eyes and smooth shaved head was in line right in front of me. It was late for lunch — about 2 p.m. — so we were practically alone in line.

He had on a beige suit cut a little too big for him, a conservative tie, camel colored shoes, and a stuffed black backpack over his shoulder,  no different from many Washington, D.C.. office drones. But the business wear ensemble wasn’t fooling me.

It was Sexcyone, that big dicked thug porn actor who had made a name banging out bottoms in films such as “A Thug’s Cock Party 2,” “Amateur Big Black Dick” and “Cockaholic Players Club.”

Sexcyone

I started texting my partner Morgan.

“Hey there is a porn actor in Potbelly’s, should I do talk to him?”

“Take his picture.”

“I can’t do that, it’s too obvious,” I texted back.

Sexcyone had his back turned to me after ordering a ham and cheese sandwich but occasionally looked furtively at me over his shoulder. He looked nervous, like he didn’t want me to call him out. But at the same time I got the feeling he wouldn’t mind if I said something either.

“Hey man, how are you,” I said as I caught up with him at the register. He had also ordered a milkshake and had to wait while the cashier whipped it up.

“Hello,” he said.

“I really like your movies,” I said.

“Oh, thanks,” he said, talking so quietly I could barely hear him.

He may have come across as a big bad thug top in his movies but his voice was soft and he acted kind of fussy and effeminate. His skin looked unusually smooth — was that makeup? There was no mistaking the dude was gay.

I thought to myself for a minute. I knew he came to D.C. sometimes to sell his big dick to the highest bidder because he advertised as an escort on hook-up websites. There was a hotel next door and tons of new high-rise buildings in the up-and-coming NoMa (North of Massachusetts Avenue) neighborhood of D.C.

There were plenty of well-heeled, white and black gay men living around here that would love to ride Sexcyone’s long pogo stick for lunch.I suspected he had just turned a lunchtime trick and was catching a meal before leaving.

Or maybe he was about to catch the nearby Megabus or Amtrak back home — I think he lives in Atlanta. I wondered what kind of sex toys and costumes he had in lumpy backpack.

But it was none of my business and I wanted to respect his privacy and not embarrass him. And besides, I liked watching snippets of his movie but he was not one of my favorite porn actors (For that list click here).

And it seems he is doing fewer films and doing scenes like getting his ass banged by transgender women (To see a clip click here). Please correct me if I’m wrong but doing scenes like that to me is a sure-fire sign demand for a porn actor is so low they will do increasingly freaky things to make a buck.

I paid for my lunch and turned to go.

“Good luck man, take care,” I said, looking Sexcyone in the eyes.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

Why You Gotta Lie?


A few years ago I used to fuck this down-low dude named Reggie.

Hot, sexy Daddy in his 50s who worked out like a fiend at the gym and had the body to show for it.

“I’m married man. Just slipping out from my wife from time to time for some dick,” he would say.

He would get a hotel room and I would fuck his handsome brains out. Dude could take some dick.

“Yessir, yessir that dick feels good,” he would moan, spreading his legs to let me in deeper.

And after we sexed he would tell me more about himself.

He was a retired airline pilot. He and his wife had brilliant twin sons — one was an engineer and the other a lawyer or something. He and his wife lived in a beautiful, palatial home in the suburbs.

This is “Reggie.” I will be nice and not show his face.

Reggie had everything under control. His wife had no clue and he did his thing on the sly.

Now that I am no longer down-low and living in the gay world I am meeting more men in this life.

And I befriended this guy who lived near Reggie.

“Did you ever meet this married DL dude around here named Reggie,” I asked him. “I think he has a house right up the street from you.”

“Yeah, I know him. But Reggie ain’t married, Immanuel. Shit that nigger is an out gay man.”

And I found out the real deal about Reggie. He had been an airline steward serving soft drinks, peanuts and doing safety drills for Southwest airlines. He didn’t even have an amateur pilot’s license.

He had lived with his lover, who died about two years ago after a long illness. But before Reggie’s partner died Reggie took breaks to go get dick. I was just one of his jumpoffs.

He was never married and never had children. He didn’t live in a McMansion but in a small townhouse that his lover had bought but left Reggie in his will.

The  lies bothered me because I really liked Reggie. Shit, I would have fucked his hot ass anyway. So why the subterfuge?

So I emailed him.

“You know you didn’t have to lie man,” I wrote.

He didn’t apologize. He didn’t explain.

All he wrote back was, “You are right, it wasn’t necessary.

Condoms in an economy size box


Morgan’s favorite store.

My partner Morgan is a bargain shopping fanatic. I swear Negro can get a woody just walking up in a Costco or Sam’s Club.

It was a blazing hot 102 degrees on Sunday, but Morgan woke me up from an early afternoon nap to do guess what? Go to Costco to restock the pantry with milk, butter, chicken breasts, breakfast cereal and oh yeah, before we forget, a big economy box of condoms.

“Dude, I’m not buying a big box of condoms in no Costco — are you crazy?,” I said when Morgan brought the issue up. “I’ll just go to CVS and pick up some.”

I don’t mind going out publicly to the movies or shopping or restaurants with Morgan. Part of the reason is I like being with him so I don’t mind what folks think.

The other thing is that we both look and act masculine so nobody is exactly sure what is going down — shit we even had two cute hottie females from Detroit flirting with us in Puerto Rico.

But there is no damn way I was going to walk up to the checkout with two gallons of milk and a big black box of Magnums. Shit there were a lot of people in the store. I didn’t want some soccer mom looking over at us and thinking,”Ummm, two dudes + one big box of condoms = two faggots. I wonder which ones takes the dick?”

Morgan broke me out of my reverie.

“Look the price is good here and it’s cheaper than buying at Walmarts or Targets,” he said, being his usual sensible self.

“Okay then Negro go find the condoms but I’m going to meet you at checkout,” I replied.

I waited in the aisle awhile, tasting those free food samples they give out at Costco and checking out razor blades. Where was Morgan with the condoms? Dude should be back by now. Shit, let me go look for him.

He was a few aisles over near the pharmaceutical pick-up window.

“You didn’t find the Magnums?”

“No, I think they are out.”

A sales lady walked by. Morgan called out, “Hey I can’t find the Magnum condoms. Where did you put them.”

“Why does he have to be so goddamn loud,” I thought.”Shit, half of the health and beauty aids section heard that.”

I slunk off and headed back to the checkout. A few minutes later Morgan came back with a big metal box of Durex condoms. Not exactly my favorite brand.

“Hey, where are the Magnums,?”

“They ran out. This is all they had.”

We checked out. One black dude rang us up and a black woman put our items back in the cart. They didn’t look at the condoms twice. I had really been embarrassed over nothing.

That night we put that new box of condoms to use. We went online and invited this young Dominican dude over who wanted some Daddy dick. We fucked his slender, brown-skinned ass all over the TV room.

“Oooh, this dick is so good,” he moaned while he bounced up and down on Morgan’s dick while I sat next to them on the sofa, jacking off my dick while watching the show.

But the Durex condoms sucked. They were too tight on my thick penis, making it hard to keep an erection when I fucked the dude. Morgan’s condom only pulled halfway up his dick and kept slipping off in the bottom’s warm, lubed ass.

Still we made the best of it. The bottom dude busted his nutt while Morgan fucked him doggy style from behind while I fed the bottom my dick from the front.

“Shit your dick is big,” he said.

After the Dominican dude took a shower and we sent him on his way I had words with Morgan about those economy condoms. Sometimes quality is more important than quantity.

“Yeah, I don’t like them either,” Morgan said. “I’m returning them to Costco on Tuesday after I get off work.”

I’m not planning on going with him.

I’m on the left and Morgan’s dick is on the right. Yep, we need Magnums.