Take a pic before you go


“Roger” had been hitting us up online for months and asked whether my partner and I were finally free to play the Saturday after Thanksgiving.

“I have to run a few errands first,” he said.

I thought he was bluffing and Van and I went about our day and thought nothing of it.

But he showed up as night fell, a handsome light-skinned brother with a beautiful body.

In fact when he walked in I realized I already had seen him – he works out at the same L.A. Fitness we do.

Van and I took turns tag-teaming his bubble butt. It was fun. He was loud and passionate and enthusiastic. And he seemed to be a genuinely nice guy.

After sex Van and I admired his body as he dressed.

“We got to have your picture,” Van said.

“Sure.”

I grabbed my phone and shot a pic of his fabulous ass.

“Now turn around,” Van requested.

And I took a second from the front.

Here they are:

I Cram to Understand You


Thought I knew you well enough to call you a man, but

Just like a test
Ju-just like a test
Ju-just like a test
I cram to understand you

Rapper MC Lyte 1988

From the start I should have known he was a low-grade sociopath. But against my better judgement my adventurous ass had to taste him. And I got a sour taste in my mouth, like lemon and salt.

My partner and I had known “Lawrence” for a minute. He came to one of our sex parties with another guy who was so hyped up on drugs that we almost had to throw him out. But Lawrence was cool — he wore a pair of long Johns and looked sexy sitting in a chair getting his big dick sucked while it was sticking out of them.

A month or so after that party he came back and had a threesome with Van and me. But that affair was kind of weird — Lawrence mostly just lay back passively while we played with him. So Van and I decided that likely wouldn’t happen again and chalked it up to experience.

Months passed. In November and early December of 2016 Van was away in Florida setting up his condo and I was alone for a month. But it was cool — we have an open relationship so it was understood I could have company.

And Lawrence started hitting me up around that time, saying he wanted to get together again. And finally it happened again.

He came over and we had some weed and hit the bed and I’m not lying the sex was much better than before and stretched my boundaries. And I think we met the next week and did it again.

And he started coming on strong, throwing out hints he wanted to meet my Mom and date me, and calling me up at lunch just to talk.  And against my better judgement, or maybe because I was lonesome, I started to get hooked on the attention. Because it was intoxicating.

And then one Saturday morning he invited me to go with him to walk his dog at Druid Hill Park. The day was starting and that damp cold that can grip Maryland at the start of winter was setting in. I could feel it lapping my cheeks like wet, icy kisses.

We were in the middle of the field and he let his big, furry dog off the leash to go running. And he turned and embraced and kissed me, right out in the open. Traffic just going by on Beechwood Drive and just beyond on busy Auchentoroly Terrace. A few people even walked nearby and I swear a man in a parked work truck looked over and stared.

I have to admit it was hot. It was the most romantic thing that had ever happened to me as an openly gay man. Like I was in a movie or something.

But another part of my mind was thinking about what I had read about sociopathic people. That they hook you with attention and flattery to get what they really want. And that you are really disposable.

In fact his behavior perplexed me so much one day I called him and just asked.

“What do you want from me, man?”

He paused and answered.”A fuck buddy.”

That soon became apparent. He wanted me only when he wanted sex. And since I was getting a nutt too why not?

A few weeks before Christmas he met me at the nightclub Bunns  on a Friday night. He introduced me to an old friend of his, “Taylor,” who was attending a private birthday party upstairs.

“We want to freak with you Immanuel. Let’s go over to Taylor’s place,” Lawrence said.

It was cool and I got Taylor’s address and cellphone number and we met up at his spot, smoked some weed, and got to freaking. Taylor was younger with a big dick like mine and we tore up Lawrence’s tall, brown-skinned body. We  fucked him doggystyle and bent over the sofa and all over the floor of the living room.

It surprised me that Lawrence, a person who was so businesslike and professional during the week could let himself get fucked so roughly. I remember thinking if there were 10 guys up in there that night he would have let them all run up in him — that’s just how much in heat he was.

But I noticed Taylor acted a bit jealous of the attention Lawrence showed me. For instance while we were smoking I mentioned that I had invited Lawrence on a gay men’s trip with Van and me and Taylor looked hurt.

“You used to go on trips with me like that, Lawrence,” he said.

After we nutted we put on our clothes and Lawrence went to his car and I went to mine. It was a cold night and so I let my car idle and heat up. But before I could drive off Taylor was texting me, inviting me back to his ground floor apartment to keep fucking.

But I begged off, saying I had a busy Saturday ahead. And wasn’t he Lawrence’s friend?

Later that morning Taylor kept hitting me up. So I texted Lawrence to tell him what his friend was doing.

“He always does that shit,” Lawrence said, sounding angry. “He always hits up on the other guy after we have a threesome. Look Immanuel, I want you to let me know before you have sex with him again.”

Lawrence sounded like a jealous lover. So I told him I had no intention of sexing Taylor solo. And I texted Taylor and told him that too.

Taylor’s response was downright weird.

“Fuck you I don’t care,” he said. “I was really into Lawrence anyway.”

So why hit me up?

Then I told a good friend of mine “Darryl” about how Lawrence was acting and the weird aftermath to the threesome I had. And Darryl, who grew up in Baltimore and has been on the scene awhile, schooled me. I didn’t have to cram for the test about Lawrence anymore.

Lawrence was the type who would meet a guy and throw themselves into them and then fade back, just like he was doing to me and had probably done to Taylor, who was apparently still bent out of shape, Darryl explained.

Lawrence also only came out on the gay scene when he got horny and wanted to freak, Darryl said. He was one of those gay men who was only in it for the sex. In fact, Darryl had first met Lawrence in another gay bar, “The Gallery,” and Lawrence had only been introduced to him for less than an hour before Lawrence offered to suck his dick in the stall in the men’s bathroom.

“There is something about him that turned me off so I didn’t do it,” Darryl said. “Look Immanuel, I can’t tell you what to do but that guy is not worth your time. Fuck him if you want but keep him at arm’s length.”

Christmas came and I went to Florida to be with Van and Lawrence had to have an operation so our relationship cooled.  I told Van what went down and he was pissed that Lawrence would try to make relationship overtures to me while he was away. But again, we chalked it up to experience. Because a lot of gay men are messy like that, Van said.

“He will hit you up again,” Van said.

And from time to time Lawrence would text me, or we would flirt because I must admit the attention was intriguing. But things would be weird sometimes.

I remember one night in March I was out dancing in Baltimore and he sent me a text at 1:30 a.m.. He was at a freak session down in Washington, D.C. and sent me a picture he apparently secretly took of a naked guy who was with him.

“Wyd,” he texted.

“Barhopping,” I texted.

“Freaking in dc thought you might be in the area,” he said.

Lawrence had admitted to me he had tried every drug in the book. He was probably hyped up on meth or something and getting his back blown out and wanted another dick, I thought.

“Okay, thanks of thinking of me lol,” I texted back.  I don’t think he got that I was being sarcastic.

The photo Lawrence texted me.

And the next day I unfriended him on Facebook because that text exchange proved the point Darryl was trying to make. I decided I didn’t want to give somebody like that too much access to my life.

But a year passed and November has come around again. And the weather is turning chilly and damp. And Van went to Florida to check up on the condo and I was again alone.

And Lawrence said he wanted to hang out with me and we met up at Bunns. We talked awhile and then I went out front to grab a cigarette. And he soon rushed out after me, looking like he thought I would just leave without letting him know.

I really wanted to go barhopping that night and I suggested we hit The Eagle but he soon just came out and said why he wanted to hang out with me.

“I want you to fuck the shit out of me.”

His eyes looked almost like he was pleading — or was just plain horny. So I said yes and he followed me home.

But the sex was different — it didn’t have the same heat as a year before. I felt like I was going through the motions — like I was looking at myself having sex with him. In fact, my dick could barely stay hard.

And he fell asleep before I could ask him to leave and was snoring so I let him rest. And we lay a few hours and then I got up and showered and fed the cat and made myself a cup of coffee. And I heard him upstairs getting up and dressing.

And when he came downstairs and put on his coat to leave I looked at him and wondered, “Why the fuck did I do that?”

I felt a little used but hey I am very grown and knew what I was doing. I wanted to taste that again to see if it would be the same. But it wasn’t.

Now I have to get that sour taste out of my mouth again.

 

 

The Seven Freakiest Professions


I’ve had myriad sexual experiences and I’ve noticed a trend.

Do you think porn actors are the most sexually charged professions? Wrong.

Gay men who work in certain professions can be freakier. And unlike porn actors they do it for free.

Here are the seven most sexually active profession that I’ve run across:

7: Teachers

When you got deal with bad ass kids all day you have to blow off steam some way. I guess that’s why some of the horniest men I have met are elementary, middle and high school teachers. Plus they are off in the summer and have more time to play. Well, unless they gotta teach summer school, too. One of my more recent flings with a teacher was when my partner “Van” and I had a threesome with “The Persistent One” back in May.

6: Dancers

I’ve swung with several dancers. Even when they get older these guys tend to keep their bodies and shape and be limber. They include my buddy “Randall” in Los Angeles and a former Broadway dancer who now teaches dance.

5: Higher Education

It seems that people who work in academia have a higher sex drive. Wassup with that? During my adventures I have run across a Howard University professor who used to give me head in his office during his student consultation hours; a married college president who I fucked in his hotel room when he visited D.C. to meet with donors; and a pharmacy professor who loves to get on his knees in his study and suck dick (Read “Catching the Straight Boys”).

4: Funeral Directors

I guess being around dead people so much makes you better appreciate living life — and having sex. And it seems that same-gender loving men flock to this profession.

3: Psychologists and Psychiatrists

Maybe men who work in these professions are more in tune with their kinks since they work with people who are trying to work out mental issues. One of the plus sides of messing with men in this profession — you can get a free therapy session after busting a nutt with them.

2: Gospel singers

Some of the ones who I have met may dedicate their vocal chords to the Lord but their dick and asses belong to someone else. I’ve fucked with several, including a well known singer with a five octave range who would sing to me after I blew his back 0ut. Want to get some good sex? Hang around gospel music conventions. Read the “Religious Right.”

 

1: Ministers

Hands down men of the cloth are the biggest freaks. I can count the number I have been with on more than two hands. I’ve learned spirituality and sexual arousal can go hand in hand. Two ministers I know said the exhilaration they give from giving sermons on Sunday makes them so horny they often go prowling for dick and ass on Monday. One of the downsides of messing with ministers is that many of them have to put up a front of respectability so many marry for convenience. So being on the down-low is common in this profession. Read: “Profile of a Down-Low Brother: Preacher Man.”

Q: Readers, what professions do you think are the freakiest?

The Down-Low Husband Needs Dick


Remember “Jose,” the young man from Philadelphia who had a long-time boyfriend but married a woman for cover?
You know. The one whose lover was best man at his wedding?

Well his wife was at work early this morning and the urge for dick and horniness got the best of him and he started texting me videos.

A matter of fact it was three in the morning and the notification sounds from his Facebook messages interrupted my sleep.
In the first video he sent he inserted a banana in his ass. He had the good sense to put a condom on it so he didn’t get banana puree in his ass.

“Tell me what you want me to do Daddy,” he texted. “I already have two fingers in my ass.”

I thought a moment.

Why not?

“Let me see you put three fingers in.”

And he did.

Immanuel’s 7 Tips for Growing Older Gay with Grace


This brother is definitely aging well. We don’t all have to fit this ideal but it is important to have healthy habits.

Wow, time flies. My children are adults now and one is married. I could be a grandfather soon.

I’m still getting it in and enjoying life in my early 50’s but realize my time on Earth is limited. And I have a a wide range of friends in my age group experiencing the same thing.

So here is my advice on how to grow older as a gay man with grace, style and dignity:

GET  YOUR FINANCES STRAIGHT: The lifespan of the average American is now 79 years, up from just under 70 in 1960. So odds are you will live longer than your parents and grandparents. You should make sure your money stretches longer too. While you are in your 50’s and still earning start paying down bills so that debt doesn’t drag down your retirement income. And start adopting habits you will probably have to as you age. These including cooking more at home, cutting back the cable bill and learning how to entertain yourself for less (try attending minor league events with lower ticket prices, concerts in the park, and free art galleries). Also, AARP is your friend. My partner Van and I use their discounts for the movies, hotels and rental cars.

WATCH YOUR HEALTH: People over age 50 are still having a hell of a lot of sex (like yours truly) and account for 17 percent of people getting HIV. My doctor got me on PrEP (which blocks HIV infection) because I am sexually active and I recommend you get regular checkups for STDs (doctors recommend every three months if you are sexually active) and get routine general health checkups done. Many illnesses that men get (colon and prostate cancer) can be treated well if detected early.

EAT HEALTHY AND EXERCISE: Face it, many men let themselves go to seed when they get older. They get the big stomachs and gain 20 pounds every five years. You don’t have to be a stereotypical gay gym bunny. It’s the little things that count. Take regular walks. Get a bicycle and use it sometimes. Drop the sodas and limit the alcohol and drink lots of water. Eat more healthy. Don’t give up meat entirely but try to consume more fish and try going vegetarian several days a week. It pays off. I attended my 35th high school reunion this fall and everyone was complimenting me on still having that small waist and no gut. Sure, I will never be a size 29-inch waist again but it sure is nice to be able to see my dick when I look down.

EXPAND YOUR SEXUAL REPERTOIRE: Sex lowers blood pressure, releases pleasurable endorphins, relieves stress and is good for mental well-being. So have sex albeit safely. And mix it up — and break the routine and try something new. Keep the dick hard — if you have erectile issues there are several medications that can help you. Consult your doctor and get them.

VOLUNTEER: Stay engaged in helping others, especially the younger generation of LGBTQ coming up after you.

KEEP YOUR DRAG TOGETHER: Dress stylishly but not too trendy, which can make you appear ridiculous and like you are trying too hard to still look 25. Wear clothes that are fitted, even if you are heavier. Loose, baggy clothes can make you look stockier and dated. Keep your hair (not just head and facial hair but also pubic) trimmed and neat. Moisturize and again drink plenty of water, which makes your skin appear more supple and younger.

CULTIVATE YOUNGER FRIENDS: Stop hanging around with just a bunch of fuddy duddies. Younger people can school you on the latest electronics, music, fashion, TV series etc. Thanks to younger friends in their 20s (Hey TC and CW!) and  I have learned about the Cash App and Cardi B and a lot of other things.

 

 

 

 

 

Why would a top send a video like this?


A buddy of mine who swears up and down he is a strict top sent me this video yesterday morning.

He claims he was playing with a “bottom” buddy who wanted him to play with his ass on camera for him.

“Oh you must want some dick,” I texted him.

But my buddy said although he likes people playing in his ass he will never want a dick in it.

I think he is lying his ass off. In the video that bottom sounds more like a top to me.

And why send it to me? Is it an invitation?

RIP Giovanni Melton


Giovanni Melton

Fourteen-year-old Giovanni Melton was murdered by his father last week. I know this happened days ago but it’s taken me time to process this and write about it.

With all the bad news going on in this nation — mass shootings and this incompetent piece of shit that is our president  — this murder shook me.

Giovanni’s father Wendell Melton claimed he went to visit his son in an apartment in Henderson, Nevada. His father had put him in the apartment because Giovanni allegedly did not get along with his new wife.

Giovanni allegedly skipped school that day and his father wanted to check on him. Instead they got in an argument, Giovanni allegedly pushed his father down, and when his father got up his gun went off, striking his son in the chest.

However, news reports say his father had been burning with anger over the fact his son was gay and had previously pulled a gun on Giovanni and his boyfriend. Some say Wendell would rather have a dead son than a gay son.

Some people in this world are so hateful. So ignorant. That was his child. His flesh and blood.

Who gives a fuck what the world thought about your son? Why is your masculinity so fragile that you have to kill your  child to prove you are a man?

To add to the pain Giovanni had been in foster care and abused and neglected by his family for years, according to his former foster mother Sonja Jones.

Such a short life filled with such misery and hate from people who are supposed to love and accept you. That bothers me the most.

I hope and pray Giovanni has found comfort in the afterlife and some good on Earth will come from his death.