Straight Boyz and the Gay Boyz Who Love Them


British soccer player Jermain Defoe arrives at a party with some friends. Defoe is straight. But there are some gay men who would love to be in his social circle in hopes of turning him out. Photo courtesy of MailOnline.com.

British soccer star Jermain Defoe (center) arrives at a party with some friends. Defoe is straight. But there are some gay men who I bet would love to be in his social circle in hopes of turning him out. Photo courtesy of MailOnline.com.

I have a buddy who has a fetish for straight dudes. He prefers men who were married, are married, or have girlfriends.

He befriended a younger guy in his 30s who worked with him. A tall, beefy man with a nice moustache and warm smile.

This man would drop by his house on the way from work, have a drink, and open up to my friend about all his woman problems.

They even worked out regularly together. And shared their sexual exploits with each other although I think my friend changed the pronouns from “he” to “she” so dude wouldn’t know he liked a thick dick and plump male ass from time to time.

This went on for months.

“Well, is he gay or bisexual or not,” I asked.

“I don’t know. Sometimes from the conversation and the fact he is always trying to hang out I think he may be.”

“You never hit up on him sexually?”

“Well, we went to the gym and would shower at the same time.”

“Don’t you think it would be just easier to go online and get a real gay man to hook up with. That just seems like so much trouble.”

“Immanuel, I like my dudes like I am — masculine. I don’t like sissy acting dudes.”

“Okayyyy,” I responded. And I changed the subject to something else.

Another friend of mine, “Clyde,” is a businessman who lives in a luxury apartment building overlooking downtown Washington, D.C.

He started dating “Anton,” a short dark-skinned cocky guy shaped like a sparkplug who had been in prison and did car detailing. Clyde would take Anton out to dinner. To sporting events. To trendy clubs where they would sit in the RSVP section and order $125 dollar bottles of champagne — Clyde picking up the tab of course.

Sometimes Clyde would have parties at his house. The crowd was decidedly black gay professional. But Anton was there.

“Come on, dude knows you are gay and hangs around you when gay folks are around so he must be gay,” I said to Clyde. “And he was in the pen for a few years so you know he at least let some guy suck his dick in the shower.”

“Nah, Immanuel he is straight,” said an emphatic Clyde. “But I’m enjoying turning him out.”

The fetish for straight men is reflect in porn, where there is an entire genre built around gay men trying to seduce or seducing "straight" men. Screenshot courtesy of www.xvideos.com.

The fetish for straight men is reflect in porn, where there is an entire genre built around gay men trying to seduce or seducing “straight” men. Screenshot courtesy of http://www.xvideos.com.

Clyde explained one night they came home late from an event and he plied Anton with liquor and weed and started making out with him. Clyde went along for a while and then was like, “Nah, nigga I’m straight.” And he bounced with a disgusted look on his face.

I think Anton may even have punched Clyde. I can’t remember. All I do know is that the refusal made Clyde want Anton more.

Several years ago I was at Clyde’s to watch a Floyd Mayweather boxing match on TV. When the match ended the party devolved into an orgy.

Anton hung around and came to the door of the bedroom and watched us fuck around. Clyde stood by him and played with his hard dick through this clothing but Anton was too shy to do more than stare at all the entwined bodies before his eyes.

Mutual friends said Anton was really gay and was just playing Clyde to get wined and dined and entertained. But I don’t know. My friendship with Clyde ended so I never found out whether Anton got turned all the way out or just flirted on the borders of Faggotville.

It might be a fun game to play with straight boys but like I said before. Why waste your time when there are so many available gay men?

 

 

 

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.”