Make That A Double I’m just back from a week away at the beach with my whole family (parents, sister and her husband, and the cutest dude on earth: my little nephew). It was really nice and totally relaxing. There was little stress and a lot of lying around in the sun. I ran every morning and then came back and had breakfast before my nephew would drag me off to be his personal toy in the water - it was kind of idyllic. I also managed to get some writing done for my book, so I’m more than halfway to the finish line; and I felt refreshed and relaxed when I got home. And horny. One thing about family vacations: there’s no sex. It was kind of purifying and all – like going through detox – but by the time I made it back to the city on Monday my cock was screaming for some fun.
But before I get into that, I have to tell you how the Lizzie thing wrapped up. I spoke to her later the next day; she called me back. She said she was sorry, that she was just so stressed over this major fight she had with her dad that afternoon. I apologized to her and told her that I still thought we should talk, that obviously there was other stuff going on. I also told her, so that she wouldn’t get pissed if she found out later, that I wrote about our fight in my blog. She seemed a little annoyed when I told her but then that morphed into some sort of pride, like she was glad she garnered that much weight in my life. She was tired and didn’t feel like talking about her dad so we decided to meet up for drinks after work the next day.
Ironically, when I got there, she gave a big hug and sad, “How do you do it?” “Do what?” I said. “Put up with all of the assholes who comment on your blog.” “They’re not all assholes,” I said. “But some of them can totally be harsh with their criticism.”
Obviously she’d read the post about our fight. She said that she’d never paid much attention to the comments before, not that she looked at the blog all that often, and that she was just so taken aback by the audacity of “those people who don’t even truly know” me. I explained to her that they know me in a way, in as much as I’ve let them in to my life. They know me and they are making their comments – and sometimes judgments – based only on that knowledge. She said she didn’t think she could handle it.
It was a beautiful day and we sat by the open windows overlooking the street and we ordered a bottle of Prosecco. She told me that it was true, that sometimes she did feel like she took a backseat to my “rampant” sex life, but that she’s learned to deal with it. I told her that I loved her and that I didn’t want her to “have to deal with it,” and asked her if she could help me realize how to change. I wasn’t unrealistic: I didn’t tell her I was going to give up dick or anything. But I did tell her that she was incredibly important to me and that if she sees me slipping into that sort of a pattern, or if she feels she’s being taken advantage of, to please tell me. She said that she would but that part of being a true friend is being able to police your own behavior. Just knowing how certain things can make her feel should make them important enough for me to remember not to do. I agreed, feeling kind of chastised.
She said her point wasn’t to make me feel bad. She said that she knew she wasn’t my girlfriend and that our relationship was different than that of a committed couple. And she said that sometimes she realizes that she treats me like she would a boyfriend and that it’s unfair for her to have those expectations of me. Lizzie said that right now her friendships were paramount in her life but that someday she expected to be in a serious, committed relationship that will take precedence and that she understands that it will have to be different than the relationship she has with me. We agreed that we both need a little work and that our friendship was super important and that we didn’t want anything to come between us.
We sat there silently for a while, watching the street and the city, almost oblivious to the din of the traffic, and then she looked at me and quietly said she was sorry for everything that happened with Dr. Asshole. She had never really said that to me before, not just a simple apology. We’d talked about it – but not a ton – and there were always qualifying statements whenever she said anything that approached an apology. It meant a lot to me when she said that and I swear I almost got teary-eyed. But maybe it was just the exhaust form the passing taxis.
Anyway, I thanked her for telling me that and we each said how much we loved the other and before it got totally sickeningly sappy we finished the Prosecco and decided to head somewhere else for dinner. But first we stopped by her apartment and smoked a joint. I love her.
Now on to the sex…
So like I was saying, I got back to the city and was horny as fuck. I had texted with Lorenzo a few times while I was away and on the way back into the city I texted to see if he’d be around. I didn’t hear back form him so when I got to my place I hit up Manhunt to do a little cock shopping. I struck out a few times and was getting discouraged when my phone vibrated. Lorenzo had texted back and was totally up for hanging out. He invited me over and suggested we order in dinner. I quickly showered, put on jeans and no underwear and a slightly too-tight t-shirt, and cabbed over to his place.
So we ate quickly and watched some TV and Lorenzo was getting frisky. He’s so totally horny all the time – like more so than me – and it’s kind of fun to make him wait. But there’s only so long I can hold out. So we got naked and went messed around a little and then rock hard we headed into his bedroom.
We were sitting in his bed, naked, and making out and I was fingering his ass. He wanted to get fucked and it was moving in that direction and then he asked me if I’d ever double-fucked. I asked him what he meant, like a three-way or something, and he said no. Had I ever had my cock and another guy’s up the same guy’s ass at the same time: double penetration? I said I hadn’t; in my own naïve world I always kind of assumed that was either a porn movie invention or a serious kink that transcended my limited fetish experience. He said he loved having two cocks in him at once; that it was the most amazing feeling being so stretched and full and feeling the cocks rub against each other and fight for space in his tight hole. He said he’d done it a ton of times and that he’d had the most body-rocking orgasms when he had.
His cock was hard as a rock and he stroked it while we were talking about this. He leaned toward me and kissed me and then reached for my own boner and started to kiss my neck and then to suck on my earlobe. He nibbled around my ear and then asked me if I wanted to double fuck him. I said sure, sometime, it sounded like it could be cool. He said what about now, tonight. I didn’t really want to put a pause on everything so that we could find some guy to three-way with – especially after my total lack of Manhunt luck before - and so I told him that I was hot for him right then and there and that maybe some other time we could find a third. He said he didn’t need a third.
He let go of my cock and got up and went to his closet. He pulled out one of those not-really-clear Rubbermaid boxes with a blue plastic top and opened it up. He pulled out a few dildos and a giant pump of lube and he brought a one-footer over to the bed. He told me that he wanted me to fuck him and then once I was in to slide “this puppy” into his ass. While it would be a first for me, and not something I was against, I couldn’t help but feel inadequate, like my cock wasn’t big enough for him. I said sure but was still feeling weird. I had lost some of my erection.
He climbed back onto the bed and dove down into my crotch. He sucked my dick into his mouth and pushed me back against the pillows. I was lying there, looking up at the ceiling, and he was blowing me and massaging my lower stomach and it felt great but I still felt weird. I know, I know, I needed to get over it and stop being insecure; but it was how I felt. I let him keep blowing me and I got a little aggressive. I started to pump my hips up and to fuck his face, slamming my cock hard all the way down his throat. He got even more excited and kept opening wider to take me deeper. He started playing my nuts but his hand fell away as I kept pumping into his mouth.
I pulled my cock out of his mouth and told him that I wanted to try a different position. He lay down on the bed, with his head kind of hanging over the side, and I stood over him, straddling his face, and bent my knees and fed my cock into his open mouth. I like that blowjob position. He took me to the root and I got into a steady rhythm of bending my knees and sinking my cock deep in his throat and then pulling up. I was a great feeling as his tongue slid along my hard cock and when I’d sink it all the way the end of his nose would tickle my nuts. He reached behind me and grabbed onto my ass; really my thighs, just below my ass cheeks, and he pulled me closer to him and forced my cock even deeper. He swallowed around my cockhead and by that time I had forgotten all about my inadequacy fears.
He got up on the bed, of his knees with his ass in the air, and he told me to fuck him. I picked up the dildo, which was so fucking long, and teased his hole and his crack with it. I rubbed some lube on the head of the dildo and stroked his ass and then pushed it against his hole. His head was down on the bed and his eyes were closed but his mouth was hanging open. I moved my body closer to his face and fed my cock to him while I dildo-fucked his ass. Slowly I pushed the dildo in deeper and deeper and he was writhing and moving his ass all over the place, moaning around my cock, but slurping it up like a pro.
He spit my cock out of his mouth and I rubbed it on his face. He asked me for my cock, he told me he wanted me up his ass but I didn’t move. Instead I fucked him harder and deeper with the dildo. He reacted with a sharp intake of breath and I moved behind him like I was going to fuck him. But I didn’t, I fucked him a little faster and a little deeper with the long dildo and he kept moaning. After a minute, when he realized I wasn’t pulling it out or sticking my own cock inside, he started asking me again. I told him to beg for it, to open up his greedy hole and to show me how badly he wanted it, and he did. His ass sucked the dildo in a little further and then I pushed it and he started to plead with me to fuck him. Unceremoniously I pulled the dildo out of his ass. He flinched and I realized that it must have hurt but he seemed unfazed; he just kept telling me to fuck him hard.
I lubed and rubbered up my cock and slid it into his already loosened hole. His ass, no matter what the dude had taken up there – which sounds like a lot – was always so tight and soft. His ass walls closed around my cock and sucked it inside of him. I pushed it in until my hips were pressed against his ass and there was no further I could go. Then I leaned over him and bit on his earlobe and reached beneath him and pinched a nipple hard while I quickly pulled my cock from his ass and then slammed it back inside. He gasped and I did it again and again, instantly getting into a really intense fucking rhythm.
Lorenzo put his arms out in front of him and let his body fall almost flat on the bed and I kept fucking him really intensely. I had my arms straddling his back and my hands splayed on the bed and I held my body up – almost like in a plank position (so that’s what all those grueling exercises were for…) and I pumped my cock in and out of his really fast and really hard. I tried to small deep with each thrust and then pull almost all the way out before nailing his ass even harder the next time. One of the things I loved about fucking Lorenzo is that he could take almost anything, nothing was too fast or too hard, he always wanted more.
He was breathing fast and moaning with each thrust and my cock was getting really excited. He hadn’t mentioned it again but I picked up the dildo and rubbed it on his crack. I slid my cock against it while I fucked his hole. He felt it there and said, “Yeah,” and begged me to fuck him with it too. I teased him for a little while, slapping his ass with it like a riding crop, and pushing it near his hole. Then I pulled my cock half-way out and tried to get the dildo in too. But I couldn’t make it work. The dildo was too long and the position was too awkward. I flipped him over onto his back and he grabbed his thighs and pulled them back toward his chest. I slid the dildo up into his ass and started to lightly fuck him with it. Then I left it inside of him and aimed my cock at his hole as well. This was not an easy feat to accomplish but I did eventually get my cock up his ass next to the hard dildo. He was moaning like mad and his eyes were almost rolled into the back of his head.
I managed to fuck him lightly and not all that deeply while the dildo was up his ass but it didn’t feel so great. His hole was totally tight and the pressure on my shaft as I slid in and out was incredible but rubbing up against the dildo wasn’t as great as being totally encased by his silky hot ass. I tried keeping my cock still and fucking him with the dildo and that was better: I got shivers through my cock each time the dildo would rub my cockhead. He told me to do both at once and I did and he was going insane. I got into it watching him writhe like nothing on earth had ever felt so good. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke it furiously and I kept shallow fucking him with my cock and pumping the dildo in his hole at the same time.
He was jerking off like mad and moaning and panting and his nipples were hard. It was turning me on so much just to watch him freak out on the pleasure of his ass being so totally full and I started to fuck him a little harder with my cock. I finally got into a good fucking rhythm with the dildo and my cock. Rubbing my cockhead against the dildo combined with his tight ass lips massaging my shaft was getting me to the point of no return. His ass got even tighter and I looked up at his face and his eyes were squeezed shut and had this intense look on his face. I looked down and saw him stroke himself to glory: his cock exploded and cum shit up all over his fist and his chest and some drops flew toward me.
I kept both the dildo and my cock up his ass and a few short pumps after his ass subsided I lost it and busted my nut up his ass. It was fucking intense; a great orgasm after a week of just my fist and some hot images in my mind. We were both panting after and lying sweaty in his bed. He asked me how I liked the double fucking and I told him that it was hot but that I thought I’d like it better with another dude and a real cock. He smiled and I think I have something to look forward to. At least I hope so.
Labels: Dr. Asshole, Lizzie, Lorenzo
posted by Alex at 10:31 PM 14 comments Saturday, August 18, 2007 Fight Night “I was thinking about you when I jerked off before.”
This is was what Lorenzo said to me when I answered the phone at work yesterday afternoon. I was kind of taken aback but also kind of turned on. I got hard right then and there.
“Really? I said. “Really,” he said. “Can I see you tonight?” “Um, sure,” I said, thinking about how hot he was, what an insatiable, tight ass he had, and how I was going to have to cancel my other plans.
I was supposed to meet Lizzie and her friend Jenna who was in from DC for dinner and then I told Nick that I might meet up with him and his boyfriend at a bar party they were going to. But now my cock was hard, this cute guy I’d been dating a little was telling me that he was thinking about me while he jerked off, and, well, I mean what would you do? So I called Lizzie and told her I had to bail.
Kind of alarmed, like she thought something was the matter, she asked, “Why, what’s wrong?”
I told her and I got a huge groan and the beginning of a lecture about how all I think about is sex. The best way to diffuse a situation like that this is to tell her that she’s totally right and that I’m a major pig and that usually takes all the wind out of her sails but last night it didn’t work. I got the lecture anyway. I got the how-would-I-feel-if- she-blew-me-off-every-time-she-had-a-chance-to-get-laid and the when-am-I-going-to-realize-that-there-is-more-to-life-than-cock and the how-am-I- going-to-feel-when-I’m-old-and-saggy-and-ugly- and-alone-because-I’ve-chased-all-of-my-friends-away. As you can probably surmise, we’ve been down this road before. “Okay, I’ll come,” I said.
“Don’t do me any favors,” she said. “I don’t give a shit if you come or not. I just think you need to understand how this addiction of yours interrupts your life. It’s not that different than drugs, you know.”
It was at that point that I told her she was taking it a little too far: we were just talking about dinner. And she said that I was a selfish asshole and I said that she was being unreasonable and she said that I needed to learn respect for other people and we kept going back and forth until I said something I shouldn’t have.
Somehow a random dinner cancellation had evolved into this whole argument and she told me that I was incredibly self-centered, so self-centered in fact, that I had created a whole website just to write about myself for the whole world to read. She told me my need for attention and admiration and acceptance was juvenile and pathetic and that my “little blog” and the “silly book” that came out of it were the perfect examples of my shallow self-centeredness. I told her that she should be careful what she says, that those who live in self-centered glass houses should be careful about throwing stones. She asked what the fuck I was talking about and I said something to the effect of: I wasn’t the one who was so desperate to be accepted that I sacrificed my best friend for a homophobic, racist asshole who didn’t respect her and cheated on her anyway. She hung up on me.
At that point, with the phone in my hand and my erection totally gone, I didn’t feel like fooling around with Lorenzo; and I no longer had dinner plans. So I sat and stewed. She was right in a way. It was rude to cancel plans last minute just because I got an offer for a date from a cute guy. But her reaction was not exactly commensurate with the offense. I didn’t think that the whole attack and the crap about the blog was really all that called for simply because I tried to cancel dinner for a date. And yes I know that I like cock and having sex a little too much sometimes; and that sometimes I don’t make the world’s best choices; but she didn’t have to be so nasty about it. I wondered if there was something else going on, some other reasoning behind the attack. So I called her back.
I wasn’t sure if she was going to answer, but she did. “What?” “Is there something going on? Something you’re pissed at me for beyond canceling tonight?” All she said was, “No.” “Because I was kind of caught off guard by the intensity of your reaction,” I said.
She said that she’d reached her limit. She said she no longer was willing to be a convenience friend. She said she wasn’t interested in being available for me whenever I didn’t have an opportunity to get laid.
I couldn’t believe this. I was so caught off guard. I didn’t know where all of this was coming from and it was not at all true that she was a “convenience friend” and I was pretty certain that I didn’t treat her that way. But obviously she felt that way and I told her that I was sorry. I told her that I had no idea that she’d felt this way; and that I was sorry that I made her feel that way and that it wasn’t how I felt about her.
She backed off a little, and said maybe it wasn’t that big a deal, maybe she was just stressed. And I said that it clearly was a big deal and that she said some pretty major shit and that we obviously had some stuff to talk about. She said she’d had a shitty day and that she’d had a major fight with her father and that her bathroom ceiling was falling in from a major leak upstairs and that she was just in a bad space. I told her that I was sorry all that was going on but that she had said some shit that went way past the whole, I-was-just-in-a-bad-mood. She told me that I was just stressing her more and that she didn’t want to talk about it and that I should go out with Lorenzo and have a good time and a great orgasm.
At that point, I said, I didn’t want to go out with him at all. I wanted to see her and to talk to her, and to try to figure out what was going on. She said that she didn’t want to see me that night and that she didn’t want to talk to me either. She said she had to go and hung up.
I called Nick to talk it through with him and he said she sounded insane. I also talked about it this morning with Tommy who said it must have been that time of the month. But they only heard my side. I don’t think they’re right. But I don’t know how to fix this. I tried her again last night, a little later, when she would have been back from dinner, and she didn’t answer. I left a message. I left another message this morning but still haven’t heard back from her.
I went over to Lorenzo’s anyway. I mean what else was I going to do, sit home and obsess over it?
Labels: Lizzie, Lorenzo
posted by Alex at 4:26 PM 41 comments Friday, August 17, 2007 Hunters and Gatherers
It’s no surprise that I love Manhunt. Hell, they even started advertising here. But over the years, in addition to being a great source for quality cock, Manhunt has provided me with tons of entertainment. Sometimes I just stumble upon the funniest, saddest, creepiest, sleaziest, or hottest profiles and I’ve got to laugh. Tommy and I – as well as other friends – have totally e-mailed links around to each other for particularly funny profiles littered with bad décor, deplorable grammar, and hysterical pictures.
So finally some incredibly witty and funny guys started a blog, called Hunters and Gatherers, dedicated to critiquing those bad/amusing profiles: it’s hysterical. I was glued to my chair going through their archive and laughing my ass off. Half the time I was torn between advancing to the next critique or picking up the phone and calling Tommy to be like, "Did you see this one??" So check it out, it’s worth the laugh.
XO Alex
posted by Alex at 2:10 PM 8 comments Monday, August 13, 2007 Tummy Tuck
It's been a while since I've posted some random pics of gratuitously hot men. So here are a few boys I figure will never be candidates for a tummy tuck. Seriously, looking at these boys makes me want to give up and eat chocolate chip cookies all day. Either that or do like twelve hours of straight crunches. Beyond perfect...
posted by Alex at 9:48 PM 9 comments Sunday, August 12, 2007 Blogiversary It's my Blogiversary. Well it was. It was back on August 4th. I can't believe I missed it. But it's been two fucking years. Just a year ago I was shocked I'd kept it up so long (pun intended). And now it's the end of year two. Amazing...
I definitely don't post as much as I used to. And I was talking about it with Lizzie the other day, lamenting about how little I've been posting and blaming it on the book. It's kind of like a relationship, she said, when it starts you're fucking all the time, like at least every day, and then time passes and you've been together a while and you're not really fucking all that much anymore. Once a week and sometimes once very two. God, I thought, that sounded so awful. So tragic and straight. As soon as this book is finished I've got to kick this thing up a notch. Maybe I'll take some sleazy pics of myself and post them. Headless, of course.
Anyway, without all you guys, my readers, I never could have kept it up so long. You're like my Viagra, you keep me going. And I want to say: thank you, you guys rock!
xoxox Alex
posted by Alex at 12:20 AM 19 comments Thursday, August 09, 2007 Lorenzo I’ve been busy as shit trying to get this book finished and to still live my life a little. I mean a guy still has to eat and breathe and have sex, right? So I’m taking a brief pause in my fast and furious writing – that is still not going to get me finished by my deadline – and updating my blog…
So I was sitting naked on a couch and this totally sexy guy named Lorenzo was riding my cock. He had a lithe, trim, and muscular torso that was stretched out over me as he bucked up and down and rode my cock with serious vigor. I had a hand on each of his hips, my fingers under his ass, and I was helping him lift his tight ass almost completely off my cock and then settling him down gently while I slammed my crotch up from the couch and sent my dick deep. He leaned toward me and put a hand on either shoulder and sank his ass down, making my cock disappear. And he rode me harder and he leaned in to my face and kissed me, teasing my mouth and nibbling on my lip.
We’d had dinner earlier and planned on a movie but instead came back to his apartment. We were both so obviously horny for each other and all we wanted to do was mess around. We were inside for less then ten minutes by the time we were naked and I was swallowing his long cock. He was pumping it in and out of my mouth and I was tickling his nuts when they approached my chin. You know how sometimes you just know you’ve got your game on? Like sometimes you’re fooling around and it’s okay and all but it’s not like burn-the-house-down hot? Well we both had our game on overdrive. He was feeding me his cock and I was swallowing every juicy inch. But what we both really wanted to do was fuck. So, back to that.
Lorenzo’s cock was hard and was flopping around on my stomach as we grinded our bodies together. Like me he was leaker and there was a trail of precum glistening from my belly button up toward my chest. I let my head fall back on his couch, my cock feeling so good and my body starting to tingle. He must have sensed I was close, that I was coming to the point of no return, and he sat back up again and leaned a bit back, away from me. He reached behind himself and worked a finger toward my ass. My cock was already super sensitive and when he started to massage my tight nuts and the skin leading down to my hole I got even crazier. Then he popped just the tip of his finger into my asshole and like he’d revved my engine, I started to fuck him really hard and fast. He plunged his finger a little further and then quickly pumped it in and out of my ass.
He kept finger-fucking my ass and we got even more crazed and frenzied. I couldn’t take another second and I grunted and told him I was going to cum. He just lunged his finger in further and squeezed his ass tight and pushed it down to my lap. I lost it and blew my nut hard into the condom buried up his ass. It was one of those orgasms where you almost feel like something is wrong: my cock was so over stimulated and it was part numb, part burning, and it just wouldn’t stop spurting cum.
He had a wicked grin on his face while he watched me go through the throes of my orgasm and he kept my cock trapped inside his ass. He sat down hard on it and let my chest heave while he furiously stroked his cock. I wanted to pull my cock out of his ass but it was finally subsiding and he had me kind of trapped. I was also kind of mesmerized watching this handsome guy with his creamy light brown skin jerk his long cock over me. I reached toward him and ran a hand up his torso and I reached for one of his dirty-pink nipples and squeezed hard. He bit down on his lip like a kid trying to concentrate really hard and then shot his load. He shot far. I’d learned he was a serious shooter the first night we were together and this time he hit my shoulder, the couch and then dropped the rest of his load on my chest and stomach. There’s something so incredibly sexy about a guy who can shoot far. It’s like so flattering that he can get that turned on by you...
Finally he released my cock from his ass and he climbed off of me. Then he fell back on the couch beside me and I climbed on top of him and we made out lazily for a while. I’ve seen Lorenzo a few times now: three to be exact. And as cool and great as he is, the sex just keeps getting better.
I met him at a party a few weeks back and we went home that night and swapped blowjobs before passing out. He was all kinds of sexy and handsome but when I woke up the next morning he was gone. Two days later he called. I didn’t have his number but he’d gotten mine from Nick through the guy whose party it was. We went out for drinks and after like two ended up back at his place fucking like crazy. He mostly likes to bottom but he’s said that once in a while, if appropriately inspired, he’ll top. I guess he hasn’t been that inspired yet. But we’re going out on Saturday.
Men come and go but I’m hoping this one stays for a while. I think with Bram I was trying to make a square peg fit in a round hole – no pun intended. But Lorenzo has me excited already. He’s sexy and smart and cute as shit. He loves the Magnetic Fields almost as much as I do and when he told me that The Decemberists and Beck were two of his other favorites, I seriously got hard. So we’ll see, maybe this one is a keeper. For a little while at least.
Anyway, sorry for the short fling but I’ve got to get back to writing the book. I’ve gotten a bunch of questions from you guys about the book: when it will be out, will it be anonymous, and all that. So here’s the scoop: as many of you have probably surmised by now, Alex Strand isn’t exactly my real name. I mean how anonymous would I be posting my full name out here on the web? And I’m going to publish the book under that name as well. And yes, when it’s finally published, I’ll totally post about it here and tell you all where you can get one if you want. I’m flattered by all of the compliments and interest and good wishes. You guys – most of you anyway – really are amazing.
That’s it for now. I’ll be back at you soon. XO Alex
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Make That A Double
I’m just back from a week away at the beach with my whole family (parents, sister and her husband, and the cutest dude on earth: my little nephew). It was really nice and totally relaxing. There was little stress and a lot of lying around in the sun. I ran every morning and then came back and had breakfast before my nephew would drag me off to be his personal toy in the water - it was kind of idyllic. I also managed to get some writing done for my book, so I’m more than halfway to the finish line; and I felt refreshed and relaxed when I got home. And horny. One thing about family vacations: there’s no sex. It was kind of purifying and all – like going through detox – but by the time I made it back to the city on Monday my cock was screaming for some fun.
But before I get into that, I have to tell you how the Lizzie thing wrapped up. I spoke to her later the next day; she called me back. She said she was sorry, that she was just so stressed over this major fight she had with her dad that afternoon. I apologized to her and told her that I still thought we should talk, that obviously there was other stuff going on. I also told her, so that she wouldn’t get pissed if she found out later, that I wrote about our fight in my blog. She seemed a little annoyed when I told her but then that morphed into some sort of pride, like she was glad she garnered that much weight in my life. She was tired and didn’t feel like talking about her dad so we decided to meet up for drinks after work the next day.
Ironically, when I got there, she gave a big hug and sad, “How do you do it?”
“Do what?” I said.
“Put up with all of the assholes who comment on your blog.”
“They’re not all assholes,” I said. “But some of them can totally be harsh with their criticism.”
Obviously she’d read the post about our fight. She said that she’d never paid much attention to the comments before, not that she looked at the blog all that often, and that she was just so taken aback by the audacity of “those people who don’t even truly know” me. I explained to her that they know me in a way, in as much as I’ve let them in to my life. They know me and they are making their comments – and sometimes judgments – based only on that knowledge. She said she didn’t think she could handle it.
It was a beautiful day and we sat by the open windows overlooking the street and we ordered a bottle of Prosecco. She told me that it was true, that sometimes she did feel like she took a backseat to my “rampant” sex life, but that she’s learned to deal with it. I told her that I loved her and that I didn’t want her to “have to deal with it,” and asked her if she could help me realize how to change. I wasn’t unrealistic: I didn’t tell her I was going to give up dick or anything. But I did tell her that she was incredibly important to me and that if she sees me slipping into that sort of a pattern, or if she feels she’s being taken advantage of, to please tell me. She said that she would but that part of being a true friend is being able to police your own behavior. Just knowing how certain things can make her feel should make them important enough for me to remember not to do. I agreed, feeling kind of chastised.
She said her point wasn’t to make me feel bad. She said that she knew she wasn’t my girlfriend and that our relationship was different than that of a committed couple. And she said that sometimes she realizes that she treats me like she would a boyfriend and that it’s unfair for her to have those expectations of me. Lizzie said that right now her friendships were paramount in her life but that someday she expected to be in a serious, committed relationship that will take precedence and that she understands that it will have to be different than the relationship she has with me. We agreed that we both need a little work and that our friendship was super important and that we didn’t want anything to come between us.
We sat there silently for a while, watching the street and the city, almost oblivious to the din of the traffic, and then she looked at me and quietly said she was sorry for everything that happened with Dr. Asshole. She had never really said that to me before, not just a simple apology. We’d talked about it – but not a ton – and there were always qualifying statements whenever she said anything that approached an apology. It meant a lot to me when she said that and I swear I almost got teary-eyed. But maybe it was just the exhaust form the passing taxis.
Anyway, I thanked her for telling me that and we each said how much we loved the other and before it got totally sickeningly sappy we finished the Prosecco and decided to head somewhere else for dinner. But first we stopped by her apartment and smoked a joint. I love her.
Now on to the sex…
So like I was saying, I got back to the city and was horny as fuck. I had texted with Lorenzo a few times while I was away and on the way back into the city I texted to see if he’d be around. I didn’t hear back form him so when I got to my place I hit up Manhunt to do a little cock shopping. I struck out a few times and was getting discouraged when my phone vibrated. Lorenzo had texted back and was totally up for hanging out. He invited me over and suggested we order in dinner. I quickly showered, put on jeans and no underwear and a slightly too-tight t-shirt, and cabbed over to his place.
So we ate quickly and watched some TV and Lorenzo was getting frisky. He’s so totally horny all the time – like more so than me – and it’s kind of fun to make him wait. But there’s only so long I can hold out. So we got naked and went messed around a little and then rock hard we headed into his bedroom.
We were sitting in his bed, naked, and making out and I was fingering his ass. He wanted to get fucked and it was moving in that direction and then he asked me if I’d ever double-fucked. I asked him what he meant, like a three-way or something, and he said no. Had I ever had my cock and another guy’s up the same guy’s ass at the same time: double penetration? I said I hadn’t; in my own naïve world I always kind of assumed that was either a porn movie invention or a serious kink that transcended my limited fetish experience. He said he loved having two cocks in him at once; that it was the most amazing feeling being so stretched and full and feeling the cocks rub against each other and fight for space in his tight hole. He said he’d done it a ton of times and that he’d had the most body-rocking orgasms when he had.
His cock was hard as a rock and he stroked it while we were talking about this. He leaned toward me and kissed me and then reached for my own boner and started to kiss my neck and then to suck on my earlobe. He nibbled around my ear and then asked me if I wanted to double fuck him. I said sure, sometime, it sounded like it could be cool. He said what about now, tonight. I didn’t really want to put a pause on everything so that we could find some guy to three-way with – especially after my total lack of Manhunt luck before - and so I told him that I was hot for him right then and there and that maybe some other time we could find a third. He said he didn’t need a third.
He let go of my cock and got up and went to his closet. He pulled out one of those not-really-clear Rubbermaid boxes with a blue plastic top and opened it up. He pulled out a few dildos and a giant pump of lube and he brought a one-footer over to the bed. He told me that he wanted me to fuck him and then once I was in to slide “this puppy” into his ass. While it would be a first for me, and not something I was against, I couldn’t help but feel inadequate, like my cock wasn’t big enough for him. I said sure but was still feeling weird. I had lost some of my erection.
He climbed back onto the bed and dove down into my crotch. He sucked my dick into his mouth and pushed me back against the pillows. I was lying there, looking up at the ceiling, and he was blowing me and massaging my lower stomach and it felt great but I still felt weird. I know, I know, I needed to get over it and stop being insecure; but it was how I felt. I let him keep blowing me and I got a little aggressive. I started to pump my hips up and to fuck his face, slamming my cock hard all the way down his throat. He got even more excited and kept opening wider to take me deeper. He started playing my nuts but his hand fell away as I kept pumping into his mouth.
I pulled my cock out of his mouth and told him that I wanted to try a different position. He lay down on the bed, with his head kind of hanging over the side, and I stood over him, straddling his face, and bent my knees and fed my cock into his open mouth. I like that blowjob position. He took me to the root and I got into a steady rhythm of bending my knees and sinking my cock deep in his throat and then pulling up. I was a great feeling as his tongue slid along my hard cock and when I’d sink it all the way the end of his nose would tickle my nuts. He reached behind me and grabbed onto my ass; really my thighs, just below my ass cheeks, and he pulled me closer to him and forced my cock even deeper. He swallowed around my cockhead and by that time I had forgotten all about my inadequacy fears.
He got up on the bed, of his knees with his ass in the air, and he told me to fuck him. I picked up the dildo, which was so fucking long, and teased his hole and his crack with it. I rubbed some lube on the head of the dildo and stroked his ass and then pushed it against his hole. His head was down on the bed and his eyes were closed but his mouth was hanging open. I moved my body closer to his face and fed my cock to him while I dildo-fucked his ass. Slowly I pushed the dildo in deeper and deeper and he was writhing and moving his ass all over the place, moaning around my cock, but slurping it up like a pro.
He spit my cock out of his mouth and I rubbed it on his face. He asked me for my cock, he told me he wanted me up his ass but I didn’t move. Instead I fucked him harder and deeper with the dildo. He reacted with a sharp intake of breath and I moved behind him like I was going to fuck him. But I didn’t, I fucked him a little faster and a little deeper with the long dildo and he kept moaning. After a minute, when he realized I wasn’t pulling it out or sticking my own cock inside, he started asking me again. I told him to beg for it, to open up his greedy hole and to show me how badly he wanted it, and he did. His ass sucked the dildo in a little further and then I pushed it and he started to plead with me to fuck him. Unceremoniously I pulled the dildo out of his ass. He flinched and I realized that it must have hurt but he seemed unfazed; he just kept telling me to fuck him hard.
I lubed and rubbered up my cock and slid it into his already loosened hole. His ass, no matter what the dude had taken up there – which sounds like a lot – was always so tight and soft. His ass walls closed around my cock and sucked it inside of him. I pushed it in until my hips were pressed against his ass and there was no further I could go. Then I leaned over him and bit on his earlobe and reached beneath him and pinched a nipple hard while I quickly pulled my cock from his ass and then slammed it back inside. He gasped and I did it again and again, instantly getting into a really intense fucking rhythm.
Lorenzo put his arms out in front of him and let his body fall almost flat on the bed and I kept fucking him really intensely. I had my arms straddling his back and my hands splayed on the bed and I held my body up – almost like in a plank position (so that’s what all those grueling exercises were for…) and I pumped my cock in and out of his really fast and really hard. I tried to small deep with each thrust and then pull almost all the way out before nailing his ass even harder the next time. One of the things I loved about fucking Lorenzo is that he could take almost anything, nothing was too fast or too hard, he always wanted more.
He was breathing fast and moaning with each thrust and my cock was getting really excited. He hadn’t mentioned it again but I picked up the dildo and rubbed it on his crack. I slid my cock against it while I fucked his hole. He felt it there and said, “Yeah,” and begged me to fuck him with it too. I teased him for a little while, slapping his ass with it like a riding crop, and pushing it near his hole. Then I pulled my cock half-way out and tried to get the dildo in too. But I couldn’t make it work. The dildo was too long and the position was too awkward. I flipped him over onto his back and he grabbed his thighs and pulled them back toward his chest. I slid the dildo up into his ass and started to lightly fuck him with it. Then I left it inside of him and aimed my cock at his hole as well. This was not an easy feat to accomplish but I did eventually get my cock up his ass next to the hard dildo. He was moaning like mad and his eyes were almost rolled into the back of his head.
I managed to fuck him lightly and not all that deeply while the dildo was up his ass but it didn’t feel so great. His hole was totally tight and the pressure on my shaft as I slid in and out was incredible but rubbing up against the dildo wasn’t as great as being totally encased by his silky hot ass. I tried keeping my cock still and fucking him with the dildo and that was better: I got shivers through my cock each time the dildo would rub my cockhead. He told me to do both at once and I did and he was going insane. I got into it watching him writhe like nothing on earth had ever felt so good. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke it furiously and I kept shallow fucking him with my cock and pumping the dildo in his hole at the same time.
He was jerking off like mad and moaning and panting and his nipples were hard. It was turning me on so much just to watch him freak out on the pleasure of his ass being so totally full and I started to fuck him a little harder with my cock. I finally got into a good fucking rhythm with the dildo and my cock. Rubbing my cockhead against the dildo combined with his tight ass lips massaging my shaft was getting me to the point of no return. His ass got even tighter and I looked up at his face and his eyes were squeezed shut and had this intense look on his face. I looked down and saw him stroke himself to glory: his cock exploded and cum shit up all over his fist and his chest and some drops flew toward me.
I kept both the dildo and my cock up his ass and a few short pumps after his ass subsided I lost it and busted my nut up his ass. It was fucking intense; a great orgasm after a week of just my fist and some hot images in my mind. We were both panting after and lying sweaty in his bed. He asked me how I liked the double fucking and I told him that it was hot but that I thought I’d like it better with another dude and a real cock. He smiled and I think I have something to look forward to. At least I hope so.
Labels: Dr. Asshole, Lizzie, Lorenzo
posted by Alex at 10:31 PM 14 comments
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Fight Night
“I was thinking about you when I jerked off before.”
This is was what Lorenzo said to me when I answered the phone at work yesterday afternoon. I was kind of taken aback but also kind of turned on. I got hard right then and there.
“Really? I said.
“Really,” he said. “Can I see you tonight?”
“Um, sure,” I said, thinking about how hot he was, what an insatiable, tight ass he had, and how I was going to have to cancel my other plans.
I was supposed to meet Lizzie and her friend Jenna who was in from DC for dinner and then I told Nick that I might meet up with him and his boyfriend at a bar party they were going to. But now my cock was hard, this cute guy I’d been dating a little was telling me that he was thinking about me while he jerked off, and, well, I mean what would you do? So I called Lizzie and told her I had to bail.
Kind of alarmed, like she thought something was the matter, she asked, “Why, what’s wrong?”
I told her and I got a huge groan and the beginning of a lecture about how all I think about is sex. The best way to diffuse a situation like that this is to tell her that she’s totally right and that I’m a major pig and that usually takes all the wind out of her sails but last night it didn’t work. I got the lecture anyway. I got the how-would-I-feel-if- she-blew-me-off-every-time-she-had-a-chance-to-get-laid and the when-am-I-going-to-realize-that-there-is-more-to-life-than-cock and the how-am-I- going-to-feel-when-I’m-old-and-saggy-and-ugly- and-alone-because-I’ve-chased-all-of-my-friends-away. As you can probably surmise, we’ve been down this road before. “Okay, I’ll come,” I said.
“Don’t do me any favors,” she said. “I don’t give a shit if you come or not. I just think you need to understand how this addiction of yours interrupts your life. It’s not that different than drugs, you know.”
It was at that point that I told her she was taking it a little too far: we were just talking about dinner. And she said that I was a selfish asshole and I said that she was being unreasonable and she said that I needed to learn respect for other people and we kept going back and forth until I said something I shouldn’t have.
Somehow a random dinner cancellation had evolved into this whole argument and she told me that I was incredibly self-centered, so self-centered in fact, that I had created a whole website just to write about myself for the whole world to read. She told me my need for attention and admiration and acceptance was juvenile and pathetic and that my “little blog” and the “silly book” that came out of it were the perfect examples of my shallow self-centeredness. I told her that she should be careful what she says, that those who live in self-centered glass houses should be careful about throwing stones. She asked what the fuck I was talking about and I said something to the effect of: I wasn’t the one who was so desperate to be accepted that I sacrificed my best friend for a homophobic, racist asshole who didn’t respect her and cheated on her anyway. She hung up on me.
At that point, with the phone in my hand and my erection totally gone, I didn’t feel like fooling around with Lorenzo; and I no longer had dinner plans. So I sat and stewed. She was right in a way. It was rude to cancel plans last minute just because I got an offer for a date from a cute guy. But her reaction was not exactly commensurate with the offense. I didn’t think that the whole attack and the crap about the blog was really all that called for simply because I tried to cancel dinner for a date. And yes I know that I like cock and having sex a little too much sometimes; and that sometimes I don’t make the world’s best choices; but she didn’t have to be so nasty about it. I wondered if there was something else going on, some other reasoning behind the attack. So I called her back.
I wasn’t sure if she was going to answer, but she did. “What?”
“Is there something going on? Something you’re pissed at me for beyond canceling tonight?”
All she said was, “No.”
“Because I was kind of caught off guard by the intensity of your reaction,” I said.
She said that she’d reached her limit. She said she no longer was willing to be a convenience friend. She said she wasn’t interested in being available for me whenever I didn’t have an opportunity to get laid.
I couldn’t believe this. I was so caught off guard. I didn’t know where all of this was coming from and it was not at all true that she was a “convenience friend” and I was pretty certain that I didn’t treat her that way. But obviously she felt that way and I told her that I was sorry. I told her that I had no idea that she’d felt this way; and that I was sorry that I made her feel that way and that it wasn’t how I felt about her.
She backed off a little, and said maybe it wasn’t that big a deal, maybe she was just stressed. And I said that it clearly was a big deal and that she said some pretty major shit and that we obviously had some stuff to talk about. She said she’d had a shitty day and that she’d had a major fight with her father and that her bathroom ceiling was falling in from a major leak upstairs and that she was just in a bad space. I told her that I was sorry all that was going on but that she had said some shit that went way past the whole, I-was-just-in-a-bad-mood. She told me that I was just stressing her more and that she didn’t want to talk about it and that I should go out with Lorenzo and have a good time and a great orgasm.
At that point, I said, I didn’t want to go out with him at all. I wanted to see her and to talk to her, and to try to figure out what was going on. She said that she didn’t want to see me that night and that she didn’t want to talk to me either. She said she had to go and hung up.
I called Nick to talk it through with him and he said she sounded insane. I also talked about it this morning with Tommy who said it must have been that time of the month. But they only heard my side. I don’t think they’re right. But I don’t know how to fix this. I tried her again last night, a little later, when she would have been back from dinner, and she didn’t answer. I left a message. I left another message this morning but still haven’t heard back from her.
I went over to Lorenzo’s anyway. I mean what else was I going to do, sit home and obsess over it?
Labels: Lizzie, Lorenzo
posted by Alex at 4:26 PM 41 comments
Friday, August 17, 2007
Hunters and Gatherers
It’s no surprise that I love Manhunt. Hell, they even started advertising here. But over the years, in addition to being a great source for quality cock, Manhunt has provided me with tons of entertainment. Sometimes I just stumble upon the funniest, saddest, creepiest, sleaziest, or hottest profiles and I’ve got to laugh. Tommy and I – as well as other friends – have totally e-mailed links around to each other for particularly funny profiles littered with bad décor, deplorable grammar, and hysterical pictures.
So finally some incredibly witty and funny guys started a blog, called Hunters and Gatherers, dedicated to critiquing those bad/amusing profiles: it’s hysterical. I was glued to my chair going through their archive and laughing my ass off. Half the time I was torn between advancing to the next critique or picking up the phone and calling Tommy to be like, "Did you see this one??" So check it out, it’s worth the laugh.
XO
Alex
posted by Alex at 2:10 PM 8 comments
Monday, August 13, 2007
Tummy Tuck
It's been a while since I've posted some random pics of gratuitously hot men. So here are a few boys I figure will never be candidates for a tummy tuck. Seriously, looking at these boys makes me want to give up and eat chocolate chip cookies all day. Either that or do like twelve hours of straight crunches. Beyond perfect...
posted by Alex at 9:48 PM 9 comments
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Blogiversary
It's my Blogiversary. Well it was. It was back on August 4th. I can't believe I missed it. But it's been two fucking years. Just a year ago I was shocked I'd kept it up so long (pun intended). And now it's the end of year two. Amazing...
I definitely don't post as much as I used to. And I was talking about it with Lizzie the other day, lamenting about how little I've been posting and blaming it on the book. It's kind of like a relationship, she said, when it starts you're fucking all the time, like at least every day, and then time passes and you've been together a while and you're not really fucking all that much anymore. Once a week and sometimes once very two. God, I thought, that sounded so awful. So tragic and straight. As soon as this book is finished I've got to kick this thing up a notch. Maybe I'll take some sleazy pics of myself and post them. Headless, of course.
Anyway, without all you guys, my readers, I never could have kept it up so long. You're like my Viagra, you keep me going. And I want to say: thank you, you guys rock!
xoxox
Alex
posted by Alex at 12:20 AM 19 comments
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Lorenzo
I’ve been busy as shit trying to get this book finished and to still live my life a little. I mean a guy still has to eat and breathe and have sex, right? So I’m taking a brief pause in my fast and furious writing – that is still not going to get me finished by my deadline – and updating my blog…
So I was sitting naked on a couch and this totally sexy guy named Lorenzo was riding my cock. He had a lithe, trim, and muscular torso that was stretched out over me as he bucked up and down and rode my cock with serious vigor. I had a hand on each of his hips, my fingers under his ass, and I was helping him lift his tight ass almost completely off my cock and then settling him down gently while I slammed my crotch up from the couch and sent my dick deep. He leaned toward me and put a hand on either shoulder and sank his ass down, making my cock disappear. And he rode me harder and he leaned in to my face and kissed me, teasing my mouth and nibbling on my lip.
We’d had dinner earlier and planned on a movie but instead came back to his apartment. We were both so obviously horny for each other and all we wanted to do was mess around. We were inside for less then ten minutes by the time we were naked and I was swallowing his long cock. He was pumping it in and out of my mouth and I was tickling his nuts when they approached my chin. You know how sometimes you just know you’ve got your game on? Like sometimes you’re fooling around and it’s okay and all but it’s not like burn-the-house-down hot? Well we both had our game on overdrive. He was feeding me his cock and I was swallowing every juicy inch. But what we both really wanted to do was fuck. So, back to that.
Lorenzo’s cock was hard and was flopping around on my stomach as we grinded our bodies together. Like me he was leaker and there was a trail of precum glistening from my belly button up toward my chest. I let my head fall back on his couch, my cock feeling so good and my body starting to tingle. He must have sensed I was close, that I was coming to the point of no return, and he sat back up again and leaned a bit back, away from me. He reached behind himself and worked a finger toward my ass. My cock was already super sensitive and when he started to massage my tight nuts and the skin leading down to my hole I got even crazier. Then he popped just the tip of his finger into my asshole and like he’d revved my engine, I started to fuck him really hard and fast. He plunged his finger a little further and then quickly pumped it in and out of my ass.
He kept finger-fucking my ass and we got even more crazed and frenzied. I couldn’t take another second and I grunted and told him I was going to cum. He just lunged his finger in further and squeezed his ass tight and pushed it down to my lap. I lost it and blew my nut hard into the condom buried up his ass. It was one of those orgasms where you almost feel like something is wrong: my cock was so over stimulated and it was part numb, part burning, and it just wouldn’t stop spurting cum.
He had a wicked grin on his face while he watched me go through the throes of my orgasm and he kept my cock trapped inside his ass. He sat down hard on it and let my chest heave while he furiously stroked his cock. I wanted to pull my cock out of his ass but it was finally subsiding and he had me kind of trapped. I was also kind of mesmerized watching this handsome guy with his creamy light brown skin jerk his long cock over me. I reached toward him and ran a hand up his torso and I reached for one of his dirty-pink nipples and squeezed hard. He bit down on his lip like a kid trying to concentrate really hard and then shot his load. He shot far. I’d learned he was a serious shooter the first night we were together and this time he hit my shoulder, the couch and then dropped the rest of his load on my chest and stomach. There’s something so incredibly sexy about a guy who can shoot far. It’s like so flattering that he can get that turned on by you...
Finally he released my cock from his ass and he climbed off of me. Then he fell back on the couch beside me and I climbed on top of him and we made out lazily for a while. I’ve seen Lorenzo a few times now: three to be exact. And as cool and great as he is, the sex just keeps getting better.
I met him at a party a few weeks back and we went home that night and swapped blowjobs before passing out. He was all kinds of sexy and handsome but when I woke up the next morning he was gone. Two days later he called. I didn’t have his number but he’d gotten mine from Nick through the guy whose party it was. We went out for drinks and after like two ended up back at his place fucking like crazy. He mostly likes to bottom but he’s said that once in a while, if appropriately inspired, he’ll top. I guess he hasn’t been that inspired yet. But we’re going out on Saturday.
Men come and go but I’m hoping this one stays for a while. I think with Bram I was trying to make a square peg fit in a round hole – no pun intended. But Lorenzo has me excited already. He’s sexy and smart and cute as shit. He loves the Magnetic Fields almost as much as I do and when he told me that The Decemberists and Beck were two of his other favorites, I seriously got hard. So we’ll see, maybe this one is a keeper. For a little while at least.
Anyway, sorry for the short fling but I’ve got to get back to writing the book. I’ve gotten a bunch of questions from you guys about the book: when it will be out, will it be anonymous, and all that. So here’s the scoop: as many of you have probably surmised by now, Alex Strand isn’t exactly my real name. I mean how anonymous would I be posting my full name out here on the web? And I’m going to publish the book under that name as well. And yes, when it’s finally published, I’ll totally post about it here and tell you all where you can get one if you want. I’m flattered by all of the compliments and interest and good wishes. You guys – most of you anyway – really are amazing.
That’s it for now. I’ll be back at you soon.
XO
Alex
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