I just found out that the amazing, muscle stud/god who goes by the name Zeb Atlas will be making an appearance at a nightclub here in LA. Now being from Australia, Id always hear about these guest appearances and pine because there was never a chance Id see something like that.....Until now!! So Im chuffing into West Hollywood on Tuesday to get a glimps of the stud man himself in all his flesh and glory. I better wear loose pants because that guy gives me a raging hardon every-single-time I see him. His bigmuscle profile is one of my favourite on BigMuscle.com I can' wait to see how big he is in the flesh.
Check out his BigM profile here atZeb Atlas. Or his crazy hot, and I mean CRAZy and HOt website ZebAtlas.com. I mean ouch, this hurts its so sexy.
(And once again I degenerate into crazy stalker-ness when refering to Zeb. This guy is going to take out a restraining order rather then meet me....)
Also next week is the NPC "Excalibur" championships. A bodybuilding competition which acts as a pre-quilified for the IFBB entrances. Lots of pumped up hot guys all shredded down and their followers, fans and friends....who are usually just as hot... Yum. I can't wait. Ill try take pics, although it can get kinda dangerious some of the time.... no food and no water make these guys grumpy, grumpy.... But hot as hell...
So Im heading back to California. Venice to be precise. I enjoyed that area so much, from the beaches of Venice itself all the way to the Hollywood hills that stand just down the freeway. Such and awesome area that’s enjoying some amazing weather at the moment. The opportunity is there for me to extend my stay, so why the hell not? Id only be going home to start looking for work and slowly watch the holiday period approach. So I might as well stay here and see what the local Los Angeles area job market has to offer a guy with my skills and experiences. At this time of year I probably won’t be able to secure a job offer but Im already in the country so I might as well see if the response to what I offer makes a return job hunting expedition worthwhile. And now that Im not only on holidays, but in one place for more then 4 days…And not packing my days and nights with masses of touristy things, perhaps Ill have more time to get a little more friendly with the locals….;-P
This also means that updates should get slightly more regular. Back to the old Narcissus but in a different country doing different things playing with different dudes…. Sounds like an adventure worth blogging for… ;-)
Im glad you guys have stuck with me during this time, I feel really lucky to have you guys come along for this ride and I really look forward to getting back into dialogue with you guys….. Catch Y’all online…. From somewhere in the Los Angeles Valley….
So it’s New York City. What a great place, what a fun city. So much to do and see that up to this point I never even felt the need to explore the nightlife. But now we are here midnight Saturday night, I’d never get away with not going out so it was on. I’d Googled “gay New York nightclubs” to try and work out where I wanted to go. Having located somewhere in Chealsea Id tucked down into my dinner and was ready to hit the subway and head downtown to see what the men of New York had to offer me. Its cold out and Im rugged up nice and tight with coat, scarf and hat pulled on tight. It’s nice to be venturing out on such a crisp night and truly feels like I’m out in another city. I get into the club and show my ID to The Hottest Doorman in the History of Clubs and then proceed inside to hand over my cash to the ticket guy who stands in front of me 6’5” tall skin tight tank top stretched across jutting shoulders of rounded granite and pushed forward by a massive rounded chest which leaves the tight material hanging for several inches below the massive overhang of his chest before it can stretch back to hug the contours of his rock tight waist. Damn. Good start. I walk into the main area of the nightclub and the music is pumping, kinda commercial and a little light but I’ve come to learn what the Americans like their music to sound like (and its totally different from the Aussie clubs). On the bar and on boxes around the rooms are the Go Go Boys in variously revealing shorts and thongs… I still can’t get over the whole GoGo boy thing. It turns out that Im somewhat of a prude when it comes to such things. I get quite uncomfortable watching the kinds of things these guys do to have dollar bills stuffed in their ass crack… I don’t know why I just see it as such a devaluing and diminutive process of quasi begging for cash. Its something that intrigues the hell out of me, that I have such a strong reaction against such things when I’m so open about pretty much everything else. It just means one thing tho, I wanna give it a go. I want to pull a shift as a GoGo dancer and see what its all about. Understand it more.
But anyway, I’m cruising around and of course as new meat in a town like this Im attracting a lot of attention. The T-shirt I’m wearing is almost sheer its so thing and it hugs the curves and creases of my shoulders and snugs my swollen chest. The sleeves catch on my arms so they bunch above the muscles showing the veins that still run down my forearms. Im feeling good and Im in a hot New-fucking-York club on a Saturday night and Im feeling GOOD. You can’t get the smile off my face. Its stuck there, and its contagious…. I smile and the whole club is smiling back at me.
I travel around checking out the crews in the club and listening/grooving to the commercial tracks being dropped to the floor getting into the grove of this club. And then he walks past. Quite quickly, he’s doing a lap and checking out what’s in store at the club today. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and is shorter then me, but the massively bulging arms jutting from his sleeves can’t be missed. His thick chest pushes his t-shirt out and gives him a definite fireplug look. His belly comes out under his chest but its all in proportion for a guy getting bigger and bulking hard. Its masculine and sexy and he has caught my eye. Just as I look at him and think to myself “Hell yeah, Id do that!” he looks in my direction. I watch as his eyes drag up and down my body making the decision on what he’s looking at. He smiles at me and then moves off.
Now here’s the thing. Call me lazy or stupid or whatever but Ill never chase after a guy like that. The smile and walk off, hoping Ill follow his trail through the club just isn’t fun for me and detracts from the true game of cat and mouse that is far more enjoyable to play. So I let him walk off and continue to stand against the wall and groove to the tunes as they pump into the room full of bass and melody. There he is again, same path a new lap has begun. This continues for about half an hour. I position myself so he has to physically brush past me in order to continue his lap. He slides past me in the crowd, him and I brushing chest to chest. I smile at him and lean in to his ear “Don’t you ever stand still?” he smiles back and keeps walking. Glancing back as he again blurs into the crowd. Work it out dude, Im not going to follow you! Then the next lap he stops briefly in front of me, pressing his palm onto my chest and dragging it down my abs. I feel his fingers catch on each row of my abs and his eyes flicker a combination of shock and excitement. “Yum” he says before walking off again. Okay, I’m going to have to do this the old fashioned way. On the next lap he’s again moving past me when I reach out and grab him by the scruff of the neck pulling him towards me but pushing him against a wall. I hold him against the wall by pushing the palm of my hand into his left shoulder driving him against the wall and preventing his escape. I lean in so he can hear me over the music and say “You didn’t give me my turn. You cop of feel of what I have, I wanna check you out properly!” And with that I draw my hand across his thick pendulous chest and down his tight rounded torso. My hand travels of his belt and cups at his package. My eyebrow raises and I look at him, “hot” is what I say. This which he responds by thrusting both hands up under my shirt feeling the contours of my chest down my ribs to play on the outlines of my stomach. He has a half smile across his face. We do the niceties of introductions and where are you froms, but really I’ve already forgotten his name and I can’t really hear the rest over the booming music. Sounds harsh but Im only here for another three days, this guy is interested in me for the same reason Im interested in him…. And long-term is not the word either of us would use. He pushes me away from him and says to take off my shirt. Now Im not big on taking my shirt off in clubs, I still have some scaring from my cancer treatments and don’t like to show them to the world. But what the hell, Im in New York and this guy wants to see what I got, and I got plenty for him to see so why not? I take a step back and strip my shirt off flexing my abs as I go, making sure he gets a full view row after row of the reveal. I stand there and flare my back out pulling my shoulders down and giving this guy a real show. He drinks it all in and I can see his head spin a little as he looks me up and down. I look at him and say to him that its his turn now. He stands up from the wall he’s leaning nonchalantly against and strips his shirt off. He’s completely hairless and the his the shadow of his massive chest casts across his stomach but still allows enough light to flash to show his firm musculature all the way down. He’s a big guy but none of this bulk is jelly, its all well earned and masculine man BEEF! I step in running my hands across his bear chest flicking at his nipples and playing across his stomach. His hand dives under my belt and grabs around my throbbing cock.
He leans in and kisses me deeply, sucking on my lips and playing his tongue across mine as we swap spit.
Eventually we decide to leave the club. Well he does anyway, I’m still having a great time dancing in the middle of the crowd to some remix of an ex-American Idol someone or other… But this meaty man is something hot and Im ready to play with him big time. Jointly we weave our way through the crowd and get to the cloak check. He pushes me towards a wall and asks where my hotel is. I let him know (again) and he asks why so far? Far? Well, it didn’t seem that far when I compared the hotel on the map to Chealsea on the map….but you know how these things always work better from on the ground. But anyway he makes it clear that I won’t be going back to his place, so I invite him to come and have some fun at my place. He asks me where it is, (do you get the feeling that someone else isn’t listening in this conversation?) I let him know its only a short Subway ride and wont take long at all to get there. On recollection I realise that a cab should have been my immediate and first choice, but I was just so into jumping on and off those things all day exploring the city that I didn’t think about not using the subway….. but anyway, on the mention of the Subway he shakes his head and says “Oh. No, I don’t do the subways. We’ll get a cab. And your paying.” Did you hear the screeching sound as my brakes were applied full force? “Excuse me?” “Get me into a taxi now or Ill get in my car and drive home.” My mouth is literally hanging open as he turned and headed up the stairs that led to the door. What…Who….. Are you Kidding? What the hell kinda thing to say is that? Well, you may not know but you’d all pretty soon recognise that ultimatums and I don’t really work all that well. Give me an ultimatum and you better be ready to follow through with the bit that comes after your words “or else I’ll” because, mate, that’s exactly what you’ll be doing. And that’s exactly what I made this guy do. After he said it, he turned and headed up the stairs thinking that I would follow behind him. Well, that was a mistake. From there I head back to the dance floor and let this punk go on his way. Get me a taxi or Im going to drive home drunk? Nah Uh, that shit aint going to work on me buddy. So that’s how my closest night to New York sexy fun playtime ended. The club closed some 15 minutes later and I headed home. On the Subway.
So Im playing with my old mate the private boat seaman. And its just getting interesting.... So Im locked immobile with this guy swinging wildly on my sensitive cock. All I can do is twist a little trying to use my strength and weight to move this guy off me. Finally I get enough twist to me facing this guy. I pull my arm free and wrap it around his chin, from here I can torque his face and neck back and around to lead his shoulders enough to unbalance him and push him off me. I follow him around and end sitting on his chest. Now we can have some fun.
I reach behind me and grip his cock and balls in my fist. I wrench it around and watch as his face screws up in pain. Rolling his head back he hides his face with his hands trying to hide the paid flashing across his eyes. Just the move I wanted. I release the grip on his balls and grab his wrists together with my left hand. I roll away from ontop of his body but still holding his down by pressing my legs across his on the bed. From my position on the side of his prone body, his hands pinned above his head I start to thump heavily with my fists against his abs and solar plexus. His audible “umph” and “arghs” are so fuking sexy to hear as his cobblestone abs redden from the punishment of my fist. He twists back and for trying to roll up, roll over or just protect his abs. Ultimately, all he is able to is move the punishment around his torso spreading the redness out around his abs, chest and obliques. From all this punishment his cock has worked its way to full and rock solid turgidness and now points its way from underneath the underwear he is wearing. I pull the band of his underwear down and under his balls, pushing his whole sensitive and engorged package forward. I play with it gently as he catches his breath. The slight sheen of sweat that now covers his smooth, tan skin begins to show the slight veins and sinews on his muscles. His quickened pace of breathing starts to slow and I move my hand to around his cock and balls. Together squeezing with one hand as I tease and play with his nipple with the other. I watch the pace of his breath quicken once again as the mixture of pleasure and pain swirl in his head and react in his balls and cock. All at once it becomes too much for his and he pulls his hands away from my grip above his head and wraps his hands around my throat as he rolls to the side and we end up on our sides facing each other. No advantage to either. I reach my hand out and grab the back of his head pulling his face into mine. Our lips connect and our tongues swap spit back and forth as we pull our bodies closer together feeling his radiating warmth against my wetted skin. Soon this changes from slow, sensual and erotic working its way up as we get more and more aggressive. Soon our hands are roaming to get a good grip in order to push the other into the next move. He pushes on one of my shoulders whilst pressing his leg across my hips, the motion forces me onto my back with him quickly following so he is sitting on top. As he sits on my chest I watch his hard cock bob and sway still jutting forward, the applied tourniquet of his swimwear waistband tightly pulling under his balls. He reaches back behind him and starts to pump my cock, his eyes light up in a cheeky way I know so well. He is up to mischief. I quickly realise the game he has decided to play, he’s trying to make me cum quickly. He wants a first to cum looses battle. That’s a big mistake, I go for a really long time. Long. He will loose….. but a game I know I can win can be just as fun as a game I have to play hard to win. So it begins, him pumping at my hard cock. My hips thrust as the waves of pleasure rip across my body. He starts to play with my nipples, using his free hand and his teeth. This guy means business. He wants to win this round, but that ain’t gonna happen! But Im not gonna stop him just yet. He’s working so hard that when he sits back the sweat runs down his chest and his tongue is sticking out of his mouth like he’s really concentrating. That’s so cute. But enough of this playtime, its time to hand him his defeat. I grab him by the hips and using one foot against the bed drive one of my hips up and over unbalancing him from atop my torso. He tumbles to the bed and I quickly jump on top of him wrapping my legs around his stomach. His abs flex in anticipation of a shocking grip, but instead I just hang on enough so he isn’t going anywhere I don’t want him to. With my legs crossed around his torso Im facing his feet with my ass in his face (lucky guy ;-D). Right in front of me is what Im after and its not long before Ive licked my palm and with an open hand start rubbing just the sensitive head of his cock around and around in circles. Now if you haven’t done this before, to yourself or someone else, I suggest you stop here and go do it. You can simply see the exciting combination of pleasure and pain that this little trick emits. Your cock can only take a certain amount of pleasure or sensation and by continuously running the cockhead around your palm the whole system goes into pleasure overload. Seaman is jerking and swearing with his arms flailing around as I work on his cock continuously. Its a lot to take. Suddenly I stop and bending over suck his cock into my mouth and just hold it there slightly swirling my tongue but hardly providing any stimulus to his cock at all. The contrast of this pulls his nuts in real tight as the muscles across his body flex and strain as he tries with all his might to not cum just yet, he really doesn’t want to loose. So I start to swirl my tongue more vigorously, running it up and down the underside of his cock head. I clamp my lips down harder and wrap my fingers around the very bottom of his cock and grip on tight. I pull his cock in and out of my mouth, with such a vacuum his cockhead makes a loud popping sound each time it reaches my lips. I suck him back down, with him enjoying every movement. He’s forgotten about not wanting to loose, overtaken instead by the overriding need to cum. His back arches as he lifts his pelvis trying to ram his cock into the back of my throat. His movements become jerky and uncontrolled. His balls pull up tight and his head rolls back and his mouth opens a gasp pulling in oxygen and letting out a guttural moan. Then everything slows down as he approaches the end. He’s given in, he’s lost and he knows it. He is ready to cum and its gonna happen big time. Suddenly his hands grip the sheets of the bed, bunching them up in his grip. His body shakes and jerks as his cum runs out of his cock across his abs and down his still red flanks. Usually a guy spurts and shoots shots after shot, this is the first time Id seen anything like this. This guy just ran like a hose as his cum emptied from his balls. His body thrashed around and his groans and moans were music to my ears. Soon he had finished and his whole body relaxes as he melts back into the bedcovers. He takes a deep breath and as he breathes out again you can see his body release a whole bunch of stress through his limbs, the warm glow of a man at ease. Sexy. He rolls his head towards me and smiles. “Wow” was what he said. Then he turns his body towards me and again gets that cheeky look in his eyes. From his reclined state of relaxation he rolls onto his side and then he’s on me. Pouncing across the bed, hitting me with such force that we both end up tumbling off the bed onto the floor. Im on my back and he’s on top. Being caught between the two beds in my room means I can’t move or roll or in any other ways get this guy off me. Im stuck, and he knows it. He sits on my legs to immobilise them and then grabs my arm. He pulls my arm/shoulder across my body twisting my torso as I torque to follow my appendage. Im all twisted up and still stuck between the beds with Seaman on top. In this twisted state my balls and cock dangle freely open and unprotected. He takes his opportunity and grabs them both. Pumping my cock yet squeezing and pulling at my sack all with the same hand. I’m rock hard and the sensations of being totally restricted and having my balls played with as well as my cock are enough to make me start to breath hard and heave and arch around thrashing under the weight of this guy on my body. He holds tight like a cowboy at the Rodeo and continues to ply his pleasure over my exposed crotch. With the free hand he has, he grabs at me twisted nipple and that’s enough to back my cock twitch a few times before shooting all over my twisted torso and up his chest and all over his arm. I thrash around, enjoying the sensations as I throw my head back and feel the cum pumping from my balls up my shaft and out the head of my cock. As usuall I make a big mess and when Seaman stands up and gets off me the cum runs down his arm and gently drips off his fingers just like you see blood dripping off an injured hero in a bad action movie. “That was hot” he sighs, watching me get untangled on the floor. “Fuck yeah” was all I said. He dresses and leaves, still covered in my dry cum. And that’s hot. I love leaving a lasting mark on my men.
Okay, okay....back to The Seaman in a few. But first I totally have to gloat/celebrate/share a great day I had here in New York city. I was on a photo shoot for a French language Canadian publication when the photographer started to direct me to move my arms around and adjust my shoulders and positioning. I moved again and she just sat back and said...get this...its exciting... "Your just looking too big for me!" "I don't want a bodybuilder, I want a healthy fit man!" "Can you stop looking so muscley and look.... fit?"
Of course with some good positioning I could, Im not THAT big. But having someone say that just made my day, espessially since it started off with me feeling so ich about the way I look after a month on the road.
BTW, any New York dudes out there want to show me how to really PARTY in the big New York City?? Let me know...I don't think this is the city to be going out by yourself.
Check back later for the continuation of The Seaman.... He and I got upto some real hot stuff...
He, he, he…Seaman. What a funny word! It’s so funny to me that the two meanings of the word relate so ironically. (And yes I know the words are spelt differently. But they are still the same damn word.)
As usual, Im crawling through gaydar checking out who’s online locally when up pops a familiar face on the list of online profiles. My first response: Your fuking kidding me!?! I travel all the way across the world and end up in the same city as one of my regular (meaning Ive played with him more then once) guys.
I send him a message and soon we are meeting on Ocean Drive, overlooking the beach. Not only is this guy hot as hell with his perma tan and smooth skin from his profession as a yacht captain but we get along really well. We meet up, sit down and order drinks. We chat about when he got to the US, about how funny the Americans are to us outsiders and how ridiculous all those Humvees are driving around. You know the story of two travellers meeting in the mist.
We chat about all kinds of things and eventually finish our drinks. Bluntly (as is my way) I ask “So, we heading back to mine?” “Sure.”
So back at my place we recline back on the beds until he makes his move.
One thing y’all should know is that this guy is a wrestler. We originally met through the Takedown Wrestling contacts page online. So when we play it’s a combination of the sensual and outright aggressive. Pure sexual energy. So that’s why we kicked back, it’s a game. Waiting for someone to make the first move. He made it. Suddenly Im on my back on the bed and he’s sitting on top of my chest. His full and growing package sitting so deliciously just out of reach of my tongue. He tries to press my arms back behind my head but Im too strong for that. He’s not a small guy but he just doesn’t have enough weight to get my hands down enough to make his next move. I push his back up towards the ceiling (perfect bench press form), he’s displaced enough for me to be able to roll up with my legs and wrap my quads around his midsection, locking in by crossing my ankles. I squeeze at the knees and watch as his abs pop row by row into a chessboard worth of muscle, resisting against the pressure on his ribs. His face turns red and the veins in his neck pop out as struggles for breath and to hold the crushing forces on his chest at bay. I mean, really? What did he expect? Im a bodybuilder. My legs are huge. And right now he is feeling every inch of those rock hard quads tightening around his midsection. He releases the grip on my wrists and arches back pushing against the resistance in my legs. Suddenly in desperation he releases a flurry of punches on my abs. Lucky they were already flexed in the strain of applying this scissor grip. The punches were hard, and on my relaxed stomach would have sunk deep and hurt like a biyatch. Lucky me, the worst that happened was the sound of dull thumping as his fists bounced off the muscle in my torso. Another flurry unleashed as I grip down harder on his torso. He might as well be punching concrete. Then the bastard changes attack. He opens his hands from fists and runs his fingers down my exposed ribs. When Im lean you can see the rib bones down the sides of my chest and they are ticklish as all hell…. I can’t stop jerking around and giggling. It takes less then a second for me to release my grip and curl up in the foetal position trying to get away from this brazen attack. He takes this opportunity and wraps his arms around my neck and jumps on my back. He pulls me down and locks a tight grip around my head and shoulders. Id like to be more specific at this point but I seriously don’t know what he was doing. I was face first into the mattress unable to move anything. But whatever it was he was doing It meant he still had a hand free. Which went straight to my right stretched out nipple. Which his grip I twisted my lower torso trying to torque my way out of the hold. All I managed to do was twist my hips enough to expose my throbbing cock. He sees this and releases my nipple, instead locking his tight grip around my throbbing member.
((I just have to say that I really did enjoy your cries of protest when I left this recount where I did....hehehe deep down Im just a bastard at heart!))
He shoots off the over side of the bed to turn on the plasma in here and to smash on some major porn. He warns me…”My porn can get quite intense. Are you sure you want it on?”
“That’s okay. It takes a lot to weird me out.”
I was thinking about making a studio request. Just to test him out. I have a thing for the stuff that Shotgun Video do… and its fairly hardcore and real stuff. I decide to keep my mouth shut and just let him choose, anyway what are the chances of him having….
“SHOTGUN!!” I exclaimed as the scene started, I recognised it from the website.
“You know Rodger?” The Head Honcho asks (the guy who does the punishing in the shotgun videos) “I don’t know him, but I know of him. He’s a bit of an idol for me. Id love to learn from him in a session sometime.” “That would be good for you, you should try get in touch with him when your in San Fran.” He suggests, revealing that a few of his boys had featured for Rodger. He is the best as this game. That’s the best way to learn, from the best.
So anyway, the DVD loads and the torture on the screen begins. Rodger has done some truly hot stuff with some truly HUGE dudes and that just gives me an instant, leaking, throbbing and rock hard hard-on. True bodybuilders get off on pushing themselves and fighting their own bodies. I’d love to play with a bodybuilder and help him test himself like that.
Anyway, the stuff is on the giant plasma at the foot of the bed as head Honcho and I sit and chat about our various fetishes and things we have done. At the same time we’re sitting there with a couple of laptops, gaydar and manhunt profiles loaded all round. We’re both searching through the online profiles looking for a thirds and fourth and fifth and well you get the picture. Obviously the problem is that this is a weekday so that doesn’t leave many guys available to play now. But still we compare lists and favourites. We go through profiles and break down the wording and the pictures to guess about the guys. Its turning out to be just a casual fun afternoon. Sexually charged but not really physically active. Not before long we kinda move past being physically into each other. We’re both dom tops, we’re gonna need a good bottom to get this to work. Neither one of us is giving in inch of submission to the other. Despite that we have a great fun afternoon and I learn quite a few new techniques from this very experienced and very helpful, skilled dom guy.
I don’t get to interact with many dudes truly into this caper to be exposed to a great experience worth of knowledge.
Ultimatly I left with the same hardon that I arrived with but I walked away with something far more important and valuable. I had learnt a whole heap. I can’t wait to tie up my next guy.
I just hope he’s a big as the guy in the Shotgun video, because that would be super-nova hot!
Manhunt is great. It’s the American version of Gaydar (and for you Americans Gaydar is Australia’s version of Manhunt ;-0).
I pick up the interest of a truly aggressive top/dom guy, who obviously attracts my attention. Damn it, whats with my and my aggressive guys??
So anyway we chat and decide to meet up to hang out, watch porn and JO. Both being tops there wasn’t a whole lot more to be done. Hopefully Manhunt would a bottom as well and make this a real party.
So anyway, I grab a cab (oh god I miss my car!!) I head over to this guys place at Wilton Manors which is the gay ghetto and as gay as it gets in Fort Lauderdale (You know how us gays like to group together…)
So anyway I get out of the cab after paying my fair. As I close the door behind me, this guy speeds off not even waiting for me to remove my hand from the door handle. This guy was obviously in a hurry. Only problem was my bag with all my ID, camera and money was still in the boot of the cab which was hurtling down the street and quickly out of my sight. (The things I go through for a fuck!!)
So anyway, after a few seconds of sinking panic I got out my cell phone and started calling some numbers.
(Don’t ask why there is a cell phone! I know Im meant to be on holidays. I know I should be able to exist without a cell but truthfully…. I lasted 8 hours in San Fran before I caved.)
So anyways, having secured the location of my bag at the taxi depot I knock in the door. (Still a little worked up over having lost my passport and camera…)
He opens the door. This is an in charge man. That’s sexy. I’m not sure if y’all recognise what I’m talking about? This guy is all smiles and hospitality and stuff but he exudes that control aura. It’s a feeling you get when a guy enters the room and he is instantly the one telling it how it goes. Usually I’m that guy, but today Im sharing that role. It works for me tho, I love matching it with a guy who is as alpha as I tend to be.
So he shows me in and leads the way through the building rubble. The place is being renovated but really its almost done. It’s being converted from a nice small family condo into a truly filthy/sexy dungeon.
Seriously.
Slings from the exposed beams, black out curtains turn the bright sunlight into thick dark. Chainlink on the walls for tie off points, saddles and whips and restraints hang from hooks on the walls. The dark grey walls highlight the deep slate floors. Plasma screens flicker hardcore porn and the speakers throughout the house blare trance/techno music which sets the mood as dark, deep and sexy.
Damn this guy is hooked up! I start taking mental notes for when I start building my play rooms.
So I follow the Head Honcho into the bedroom where a massive bed sits in the middle of the room. He strips off and climbs on. He has a really masculine body, man-scapped body hair over an athletic body. It’s all hot with his 5 o’clock shadow and messed up short cropped hair.
I strip my shirt and pants to stand in just my grundies. I stand next to the bed and his hands head straight to my chest and flicks at my nipples. We kiss deep and I kneel up onto the bed.
Hey Guys!! Thanks so much to so many of you still hanging in there and waiting to see my next installment. I just checked the site stats and you're hanging in there, which makes my chest expand with ego fueled pride that your really interested in seeing what happens next.
Well.... Whilst I havn't actually finished these posts (both are really long) here is a little bit of what to expect.
Encounter #1: Narcissus joins up with another hot dominant top for a day of debautched erotisim and porn play.
Encounter #2: A chance meeting with an old play partner sees my hotel room transformed into a wrestling areana then a dark and seedy fuck pit... complete with sweat, muscles, arogant/agresive play and cum...lots of it.
So thats what you guys are waiting for.... In the mean time; Check out this Italian dude I stalked at a boat show in Fort Lauderdale....
All seems well, nice looking dude...alright build...messy hair and a fasination with fast cars....
But Wait....
Look Closer....
This guy is packing more then first meets the eye...
Look at how jacked this guys ares are!! Veins and muscles fuking everywhere.... I nearly jumped the dock to strip his polo just to see what was underneath!! Unfortunatly, he was with his (somewhere overbearing) Italian father so I didn't get any more then this.... but FUK! this kid is jacked!!
An early 20's dude who's trying hard to do something interesting... Which results in a manic obsesion with doing 'stuff'...(Like learning how to DJ, Learning how to wrestle, Competing in Bodybuilding, trying to get laid....repeatedly)
