(Trigger warning: explicit man on man sex)
On a recent Disability After Dark Andrew Gurza describes in explicit & visceral detail good M2M sex he has had. Refreshing & bold he takes us into a bedroom, holding nothing back (except the name of his sex partner). There is nothing ‘show off’ about his descriptions just a sense of his pleasure & joy in sex. He talks about rimming without shame – actually names it. It is neither pornographic nor clinical – matter of fact & honest.
Like me he prefers more than just the dropping of pants that reduces sex to body parts. Good sex for me starts with texting – one guy I see will send a text asking what my weekend plans are – I know that means ‘let’s play.’ If I’m free, which I usually am, he follows up with a least one selfie of his stunning smile then another of his equally fine cock. I do the same.
Good sex involves dinner here. One guy sometimes sends a day before pic showing his eagerness. Day of dinner texts are confirmation of time, a mention of the food menu. Sometimes there is an exchange of shower/bath pics too. I always like to know when a guy is on his way from the subway or parking his car so I can wait on my front steps for him & can watch as he comes up the walk.
This walk is so sweet because this is the only time we really see each other from a distance. Weather & time permitting we chat a bit outside about the weather, the week & go inside to sup. There is often chat over supper with my partner (who doesn’t play). Table cleared.
Up to my study after supper. Quick wash up, brushing teeth (one of my guys has his own toothbrush here). Then on to the play portion of the evening – alway starts with hugging kissing rubbing of clothed junk, hands into pants for fondling until pants are ready to explode off. The first touch of naked belly to belly can give me chills – maybe we will rotate around each other for belly to back, erections caressing between ass cheeks.
Onto the bed for lots more kissing, hugging, cock sucking, tit teasing, ball sucking, ass eating, penetration, ejaculating (too clinical? fucking & coming). More snuggles, chit-chat, washing up, sometimes more sucking & fucking. Occasionally down to watch some TV. Sad parting as I watch them walk to the subway or find their car. Occasionally a text five minutes later to say ‘great time.’
I Still Dream of Wee Willie
Wee Willie stomped the ground
in his pen
agitated bellowing
I dashed to see what was going on
my mother reached to hold me back
I eluded her easily
Wee Willie reared on his hind legs
that was all the glimpse I got
before my mother’s shawl
covered my head
but in that gimpse
I saw all she was afraid I’d see
the rose pattern shawl
was the one she used
to cover her crystal ball
the future was to be veiled at all times
so she told her customers
only the hand of spirit
and $10 could move it
what it hid from me was not my future
but Wee Willie pawing the air
with lumbering legs
as he teetered toward Daisy Blue
I pulled the shawl away
I had to see if they were fighting
then I saw for the first time
Wee Willie erect
his elephant cock in gory glory
it was huge enormous
bigger even than that of Herculo
the muscle man
Wee Willie clambered
onto the back of Daisy Blue
she was docile
her big ears flickered
as she moved her head side to side
his humungous cock got bigger harder
his weight upon her back
I fainted
I came to in our trailer
my shoulders ached
under the weight of my dreams
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