Florida Swinging: Terrell


My partner “Van” and I met “Terrell” a few years ago at Blatino Oasis at the nudist Santiago Resort in Palm Springs.

Terrell, 31, who hails from Homestead, Fla., is a kept boy. His boyfriend, or should I say patron, is “Gerard,”a wealthy, 70-year-old white man.

Gerard owns several homes in Miami and Fort Lauderdale and he flies Terrell around the world, to Spain, to Mykonos, London and even Brazil.

Yet I don’t envy Terrell, despite the fact he drives around in a BMW hard-topped convertible probably financed by Gerard.

What if Gerard gets tired of his boy toy? Or Heaven forbid dies and leaves Terrell with nothing? Terrell says he doesn’t even take Gerard around his peeps, who may know Terrell is gay but never bring it up.

I hung around with Terrell by the pool in Palm Springs. He had the best weed. We just vibed on each other’s company – he saw Van and I lounging around nude but we didn’t even so much as flirt with him

“Come on Immanuel. Let’s get high,” he would say while Gerard looked on approvingly from a patio table where he sat sipping his morning coffee and reading the paper.

And I as I puffed the blunt I would look at them and wonder how they got together. The handsome, golden-complexioned, street wise Miami boy and the wiry, slight white man.

Terrell still lives in Miami and one day he hit me up on Grindr, opened up his private pics, and we recognized each other. When I come down to Van’s place in Hollywood we always say we will hang out but never do.

But this morning he hit us up and said he wanted to get high and get fucked and watch me fuck Van. And get pics and videos.

So he came by the condo, we lit up one of his blunts, and we did that thing. Here are some pics and a video clip:

 Walk of Shame


My partner “Van” is out of town so I hung out last night with long-time friend “Freddy.”

We met at the recently reopened Baltimore Eagle up Charles Street, one of the hottest gay spots in the city.

We caught up over drinks and then went to the dark room bar in the back to see if anything freaky was going on.

But Freddy kept pausing the convo to answer texts.

“There is this hot, built dude I met with a muscle ass who wants a threesome. Are you down?”

“Sure.”

“He has a tight ass. You will like it.”

The narrow rowhouse “DeShawn” shared with his family was less than two miles away so we got there in no time.

He had the place to himself. Everyone was at a Friday night church service.

DeShawn, a handsome, 40-year-old brown-skinned man with a rough shadow beard, met us at the door naked and led us up the stairs to his modest room in the back.

The walls were painted fire engine red and his bed was just a boxspring and mattress on the floor covered with a flowery bedspread.

A buddy of DeShawn was there fully clothed. “He was just leaving,” DeShawn said.

After his buddy left we smoked a little weed and started sexing. DeShawn took turns sucking us off as we lay on his bed.

“Damn y’all have two big dicks,” he said, looking almost beatific as he held one and then the other in his hands.

We tag teamed him every way possible. Doggy style. Spoon style. Missionary. He even made us lay back and rode us.

DeShawn was a true champ power bottom. Freddy is six feet four with a dick bigger than mine but DeShawn wasn’t complaining – he made us tap out.

But then we heard women’s voices in the hallway and we stopped all the noise and listened. DeShawn’s family was back from church.

One of the women, who I later learned was his grandmother, must have heard us.

“Did you say something,” she said to another woman.

“No I didn’t,” the woman answered.

Oh shit they probably heard us fucking, I thought.

We decided to get dressed and take the party to my house since Freddy’s house was messy.

But first we had to get past the relatives.

The room was hot and we were still sweating. We looked like we had been having sex. And probably smelled like sex, too.

We walked out of the room. I saw DeShawn’s grandmother standing in the doorway of her bedroom, already in her white bathrobe.

She just stared at us.

We walked down the stairs and a heavy, dark-skinned man with gray hair was sitting in the dining room watching a TV on the sideboard. He was Grandma’s boyfriend.

He just stared at us.

We walked through the living room and young handsome man sat there. He was staring too.

It was the friend you had been in DeShawn’s room when we arrived.

“l thought you left already,” DeShawn said.

Motherfucker was probaby eavesdropping at the door while we were fucking, I thought. I could tell just by his “cat-caught-with-a-bird-in-his-mouth” expression.

I was so embarrassed that if I was not so dark skinned you could have seen me blush.

But DeShawn acted like pulling a threesome while his relatives were in the house was no biggie.

“Oh don’t worry about it.”

They already knew he is gay as well as his baby brother.

So the party finished at my place. I took some pics in both places that I’m sharing.

 

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:

C.K.


Photo courtesy of ASOS.com.

Tonight “C.K.” texted me and said he wanted to play with me and my partner “Van.” An hour later he walked in my front door and I spotted a purple hickey on his neck.

“Damn, what have you been up to,” I asked.

“Oh, my ex-girlfriend dropped by yesterday and she did that,” he said.

I just smiled and took it in stride. Last night C.K. had pussy. But tonight he wanted to play with dick.

“C.K.” is 27 years old and from New York City. Brown-skinned, handsome, six-feet two, a little thick and cute as a Teddy Bear.

He is the masculine, mostly silent type. I have known him for more than a year but only know few details about him because he is so reticent. I think we have hooked up three times counting tonight with Van. I don’t even know his first or last name — just his initials.

But there are a few things I know for sure.

I know his mother died. I know his father got caught up in the streets and is in prison. I know he had to  get out of New York so the same thing didn’t happen to him. I know he works two jobs to make ends meet.

And I also know he is wrestling with his sexuality.

Tonight Van and I played with him, licking his nipples, eating his ass, and stroking his dick, which is not very big but gets hard as a rock as it rises from between his beautiful thighs. Then he watched me fuck Van before we all jacked off and busted good nutts.

But before the sex we talked.

“You and your partner have sex parties,” he asked me while we lay on the bed, watching “John Wick 2” on HBO.

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“Oh, you texted me.”

“Oh, wow, I didn’t know you were on my party invite list. I forgot. But I know sex parties are not your thing because you are so undercover.”

He paused a moment and spoke again.

“I could never come to a sex party. I’m too shy for that.”

But he kept asking questions about it.

“How many guys come?”

“Oh, 35 or 40,” I answered.

“Damn!”

“C.K. some people come and just watch. It’s up to you.”

“I will tell all the guys to leave you alone because you are a newbie,” I joked.

“Oh, don’t do that. I wouldn’t want to bring attention to myself,” C.K. said.

He is limited in what he does sexually. He says he does not want to fuck or get fucked by a dude. He doesn’t kiss. But he loves to be touched and get his nipples licked.

While we lay in bed together, waiting for Van to finish showering, he would sometimes reach out and hold my hand.  Then let it go and hold it again. I found the gesture sweet and endearing.

I think C.K. would make some man a great catch if he ever decided to explore a relationship with a man. Besides being handsome some would find his New York accent and swag and strong work ethic appealing.

“Have you ever dated a guy,” I ask.

“No, not yet,” C.K. answered.

An hour or so later, after we all nutted and washed up C.K. said he was ready to take the light rail home so I walked him to the door.

“I could do like you two,” C.K. said as he walked down the stairs behind me.

I didn’t understand. Did he mean how Van and I had sex?

“What do you mean?,” I ask.

“I think I could be in a relationship like you and Van.”

I smiled. “Whenever you are ready man. It’s up to you.”

And I opened the front door, said goodbye, and C.K. disappeared into the chilly, still Autumn night.

 

 

The Nigerian


Protest in London against homophobia in Nigeria. Photo courtesy of the London Evening Post.

The Nigerian is 30 years old and is here visiting family. I met him on Grindr.

He is beautiful to behold, with a handsome, oval face and slight, tight body.

He has flawless deep ebony skin that is smooth as a baby because he grows so little body hair.

He is just a mile away so he has become a regular, dropping by to get as much dick as he can before he goes home.

Because being gay in Nigeria is no joke…it can literally get you arrested or even killed.

The Christians in southern Nigeria persecute people who are LGBT. And so do the Muslims in the north.

Newspapers will run gossip articles exposing you.

There is no way to run, he says.

His first male sex was with  a teacher at the boy’s school he attended as a teenager. Which was molestation since he was not at the age of consent.

Now he must find partners in Nigeria and have sex as clandestinely as possible because anybody can report you and have you arrested.

He is also under suspicion because he is grown and has not married and had children. He does not even have a girlfriend.

“I refuse to get married,” the Nigerian said, explaining that despite the dangers he will remain as true to himself as he can.

I feel sorry for him, admire his bravery and wish he could enjoy the same liberties as same gender loving men in the United States.

But until he leaves we will make his visit as enjoyable as possible.

Here are some video clips and photos of him and my partner “Van” and I playing with him:

Video Clip 1

Video Clip 2

Picking him up off the street in Los Angeles


Boys Town in Los Angeles. Photo from Youtube.

I was on business in Los Angeles a month ago and my partner “Van” tagged along.

As usual we stayed in a hotel on Santa Monica Boulevard in Boys Town so we could walk to The Abbey and the other bars. Or hit Kitchen 24, where you can get a waffle, Caesar salad or a bowl of chili at any time of night.

To celebrate a successful trip Van and I got pedicures and manicures. I got done before Van so decided to run down to a shop a few blocks away to buy some novelty socks that a friend back at home wanted.

That’s when I ran into “Devin” in the intersection  of Santa Monica and Hancock Avenue. A tall, dark-skinned, slender brother with sharp features. He was walking his Jack Russell terrier and the feisty dog had run around his legs and tangled him up in its leash right in the middle of the street.

It was a funny sight but also sexy because Devin’s shirt was open and you could see his broad chest and skin so smooth it looked like Hershey’s chocolate.

“Umm, handsome guy,” I thought, catching his eyes briefly. Then I went about my business. So many black men in West Hollywood are into white men I didn’t think he was interested.

A few hours later I caught up with Van and he said he flirted with a tall, dark-skinned guy on the street, mentioned that he was here with his boyfriend, and that we were in an open relationship and played with others. He said the guy was on his way to a friend’s house party but wanted to come by later and play.

Devin’s torso. Told you it was nice.

By Van’s description I figured out it was Devin. It had to be the same guy.

Devin dropped by when night fell and we had drinks with him and a  buddy of mine who lives in Los Angeles. I walked my buddy to the car while Van and Devin went to our room to get started.

By the time I got there 15 minutes later Van and Devin were already half-dressed and groping each other. Devin was hot — he had modeled and had a beautiful, lean frame and high, tight ass. His was slightly bow-legged, which was hot, too.

We started hugging and kissing and then Devin gave Van and me head. Then Van slid on a condom and opened his ass. And then I took my turn. It went on like that for more than an hour. He loved taking dick and acted like he couldn’t get enough.

We had to sneak Devin’s dog into the hotel room in his backpack. Every so often the sounds of us making love would get him to barking in the bathroom. But luckily the hotel didn’t find out we had a dog in the room.

After we all nutted we fell asleep in the bed — all four of us. Van, me, Devin in the middle, and his dog at the foot. And we woke up and went to breakfast and then we dropped Devin off in Inglewood on the way to the airport and went back home.

I think we made a friend.

“Would love to see you guys again soon,” he texted us today.

 

 

The Persistent One


He had hit me up on Adam4Adam for a month, a slight, muscular verse dude who said on his profile he couldn’t say no to a big dick.

But the timing wasn’t right. 

My partner “Van” and I were busy, or running errands, or out in California at Blatino Oasis. Then I was in Atlanta for business.

But he was persistent. “I will hit you two up when you get back.”

And tonight he did and the sex was worth the wait. 

I fucked him and Van fucked him and he fucked Van and I fucked Van while Van fucked him then I fucked him while he fucked Van. And on and on for two hours.

I had to get up and turn on the ceiling fan the room got so steamy.

We took a few photos. Here you go: