International Lover


Almost all the men I play with are Black. I’ve been thinking about expanding my options and trying men of other races.

And of course I would love to get with an Asian guy (remember my top fantasies?).

Little did I know how quickly that would happen.

“Armin” is a sexy, 23-year-old Filipino/Dominican man who came to one of our sex parties and befriended my partner “Van” and me.

He has a thing for older black men and wanted to set up something private. So a few Saturdays ago Van arranged for us to get together.

Edgar looked and performed a lot like the Latin bottom in his picture. Photo courtesy of xxxbunker.com.

Edgar looked and performed a lot like the Latin bottom in his picture. Photo courtesy of xxxbunker.com.

But in order to liven up the mix I invited “Edgar,” this muscular Argentinian bottom with a thing for Black men who had been hitting me up for weeks online, and “Teddy,” a handsome, dark-chocolate verse guy who is a friend of Van and me.

Armin worried about taking big dick so I started off things by eating him out to loosen him up. He is a smaller guy, only about 5′ 6″, but has a bubble ass and a thick, big dick.

He laid at the foot of the bed moaning. That is, until Teddy put his dick in his mouth and shut him up.

Then Van, Teddy and I took turns fucking Edgar and Armin. Doggy style, missionary style, butterfly style.

I have to admit it was kinda hot to see and experience three tall dark-skinned black men dominate men who craved black dick. The mix of skin tones, from yellow, to smooth chocolate to olive, was intoxicating.

But it was also nice to see the barriers drop — we were five men from vastly different backgrounds and from different part of the world just doing enjoying each other.

I think I want to do that again.

Q: Readers, are you open to playing with or dating men from other races?

You Turn Me Off


Kendrick kinda reminds me of this gay man who appeared on a VH1's "I love New York."

Kendrick kinda reminds me of this gay man who appeared on a VH1’s “I love New York.”

You’ve read my blog and I cannot lie. I’ve had helluva lot of sex.

But it’s funny. There are a handful of men who, no matter how handsome they are or how hot their bodies are, I just cannot have sex with them. My dick will barely get hard.

Sometimes it’s something they say or do. Or maybe it’s just the attitude.

One of these men is “Kendrick.” Kendrick is six-foot three, around 40 years old, with warm brown skin. He has a handsome, boy-next-door face and is built like a track star with a high plump booty.

But he turns me off no end.

I met Kendrick about two years ago when I set up a foursome. He showed up at the door wearing skinny jeans, a tight V-neck shirt cut so deep I swear I could see his navel, and a gold pair of tennis shoes with wings.

Yes, gold tennis shoes with wings. Like these!

Photo courtesy of onlineshoes.com.

Photo courtesy of onlineshoes.com.

He hadn’t even walked in the door and already he had turned me off. Here is a grown man, tall as hell, dressing like some faddish twink half his age. It was visually jarring. It just looked stupid.

Plus he was very feminine. I mean, not in a fierce Sasha kinda way. But in an old lady fussy kinda way. You know. Like that elderly aunt you have who never misses a church tea and always wears the big hats to service.

And he has a whiny tone to his voice that is grating.

A Jamaican top with a huge dick and I planned to fuck Kendrick and another bottom. But instead of trying to do foreplay Kendrick just grabbed the Jamaican guy’s limp dick and started pulling at it.

“Why isn’t it getting hard,” he whined. “Is something wrong?”

If looks could kill the stare the Jamaican guy gave Kendrick would have electrocuted him on the spot.

That one comment from Kendrick just spoiled the mood. The top moved on to the next bottom and Kendrick became the odd man out because nobody wanted to be bothered with him.

Kendrick always complains that he can never get a date, much less a hookup. So when he called me the following week I offered some advice.

“Kendrick if you want to turn a man on you don’t grab his dick and demand why it isn’t getting hard. Try some foreplay. Work his nipples or kiss his neck or something,” I began.

“And also you should never criticize a person sexually during the actual act. You embarrassed the man! Hell I was embarrassed for him!”

“Okay, I understand,” Kendrick said.

Fast forward to this September. My boyfriend “Van” and I had a sex party. Kendrick noticed the online ad and asked to come. Against my better judgement I agreed.

At the party I was playing with this cute little plump bottom dude who is a mean dick sucker when I noticed Kendrick entering the room. When the bottom stopped sucking my dick Kendrick grabbed a condom, slipped it on my dick, and tried to straddle me and put it in his ass.

My dick went limp as a noodle as soon as he touched me. Like this!

Photo courtesy of hungamateur.com.

Photo courtesy of hungamateur.com.

“Hey, sorry Kendrick,” I said, making an excuse. “I have to help Van handle the door. We have people knocking. Maybe later.”

“Okay,” he said.

Later I fucked the brakes off another bottom and I noticed Kendrick watching closely, like he wanted to jump in. I ignored him, which was good because another top grabbed Kendrick and gave him some dick so I was off the hook.

But the next week he texted me.

“I saw you giving that bottom some dick. Why didn’t you give me some?”

“And I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. Who is Van? Can I still come over sometime and get that big dick?”

I hate to hurt people’s feelings but this had to stop. I had to be straight up with this man or he was going to sweat me for another two years. Our text conversation went something like this. Sorry, I didn’t save it.

“Kendrick I’m sorry but you just don’t turn me on. Let’s just be friends.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m just not turned on to you sexually.”

“Well there must be some misunderstanding.”

“No, I’m serious.”

“Okay.”

I haven’t heard from Kendrick since.

Q: Readers is there a type of man who just turns you off? Please share.

 

 

An Early Christmas Gift


Photo courtesy of Healthyblackmen.org.

Photo courtesy of Healthyblackmen.org.

A month ago I got a text from an unfamiliar number. No name came up because it wasn’t it my contacts.

“Hi, this is ‘Cameron,'” the text read.

Cameron? My son Cameron?

Another text popped up.

“I just got a new phone and wanted you to have the new number. And I want to hang out. Let me know when you are free.”

Folks who follow my blog know my relationship with my son has been shitty (Read the entries Faggot and  Troubles). All the bad things happening in his life, most of which are his fault, he has blamed on my leaving his mother and being gay.

So I have taken a hands-off approach. I pray for him every night and let God handle things. And I go and pick up my daughter, pay my child support on time, and try to be the best father I can to her.

So getting a text message from him out of the blue was surprising. Why did he want to meet me? To have another argument? To blame me for everything again?

But I went out on faith.

We arranged a Sunday afternoon date at the mall to watch Denzel’s movie, “The Equalizer.” All that week and earlier on Sunday I was a nervous wreck. It was like going out on a first date.

Would this be a good meeting? Or would it disintegrate into another brawl?

I got to the Mall first because he had to work a little late. I was glad to see him. He is working a full-time job now and had on a nice outfit and sneakers. He is a few inches taller than me and skinny like a rail like I was when I was his age.

And his eyes were clearer and his skin looked healthier. Was he cutting back on the weed?

“Hey good to see you. I already bought the tickets. What do you want to eat?”

“Hey Dad. Some nachos will be fine.”

“Cool, I got it.”

A scene from the Equalizer.

A scene from the Equalizer.

For the first half of the movie we sat, just enjoying the previews and the feature film and each others’ silent company.

The he turned to me in the dark and whispered.

“Dad, I really need to talk to you. Can we go out in the lobby?”

“Sure.”

We walked out to the lobby. I had no idea what was up. Had he brought me to the movies to reveal some really bad news? Was he going to jail? Was his girlfriend pregnant?

We walked to the lobby and I turned around and faced him and got right to the point.

“Are you okay son? Is everything alright?”

Tears well up in his brown eyes and his shoulders slumped.

He paused and spoke.

“Dad, I want to apologize. I’m so sorry for the way I have acted. I was wrong. I forgive you and please forgive me.”

And he broke down, sobbing. His shoulders heaving. I mean, he is 21 years old and taller than most men but it was like he was a little kid again, coming to me crying after he fell off his bike and skinned his knees.

The parents out there will understand what happens next. When your child is in pain you just react, you don’t think.

I took him in my arms and squeezed him tight. There were folks all around us in the movieplex, going back and forth to the bathroom and refill popcorn at the concessions. But it’s like they didn’t matter. It was just my son and me.

“Son, it’s alright,” I said rubbing and patting his back. “I’m so proud of you. You are working on getting your certification and you have a full-time job. You have always been a good kid. I always knew that. I love you.”

I held him a few more seconds and let him go.

Unfortunately or date didn’t last longer. He had borrowed his mother’s car and had to get home before the movie ended because she had to go somewhere and was blowing up his cell. I really don’t even think he told her he was meeting me.

“Okay, let’s hang out soon,” I said.

“Cool, let’s do that,” he answered.

So now I am taking it slow. Rome wasn’t built in a day. It takes time to rebuild a tattered relationship. We text and I check up from time to time. And I plan to hang out with him again soon.

I don’t need anything under my Christmas tree this year. I got the best gift a father will ever get in the lobby of movie theater in the Maryland suburbs between Washington, D.C. and Baltimore.

I got my son’s love and an apology that erased all that has gone before. A new start. God is good, isn’t he?