Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Ace Update: Another Birthday

It's not a candle, but...*insert blowjob pun here*

Holly crap, today is my birthday! The big two three. I honestly feel a bit surprised at this one. It seems to have come out of nowhere, and the past year seems to have blown by in a lot of ways. Though, I guess I can't really say that it doesn't feel like a year. I guess I just feel like the year has gone by a bit differently than I really expected. I'm working at a job I don't really like, taking a semester off from grad school, I've actually been having sex, but mostly with one person in recent months...I could go on.

But instead I've chosen to overlook the bad and move forward on this day. In fact, as part of this new desicion, I've actually plugged in my computer and turned it on for the first time in weeks. I've mostly kept my online presence down and have only been using my phone. I've been really bad about emails...though I have to blame some of that on the extra hours I was working in the weeks leading up to my big move. I'm honestly surprised that the shift to my new apartment went as smoothly as it did, considering how little time I had to do any actual packing. I was without cable and internet for about four days though, which kind of sucked (I love my TV...seriously). And if you thought I was bad at packing, you should see me unpack. Did I mention I hadn't even bothered to take out my computer until now?

But you know what? I baked myself a birthday cake last night, and I haven't baked anything in a long time. After work today I'm probably going to be seeing my fuck buddy for a little bit (we haven't totally squared everything away, as we both have work today and tomorrow), and I'm actually feeling very optimistic for the future.

So that being said, I guess I should thank all my loyal readers for once again hanging by me while real life kicks me around a bit. I truly believe that this time will be the last time that I have a big outage like that. At least for a long while. And while I am obviously not expecting any gifts (not that I ever do expect them) I know I got some for my birthday last year. So, if you are interested in buying me something, I have updated all my information at my Amazon wishlist, the link to which you can find in the bar to the right. I'm always incredibly grateful to anyone who sends me anything. Honestly, I wish there was a way to have others pay for my groceries. That's where most of my money seems to be going these days.

Anyway, I hope everyone has a good day on my birthday today! Thanks to everyone who has already sent me well-wishes.


Saturday, September 1, 2012

Where the Heck has Ace Been?!

Well, those of you who follow me on Facebook and Twitter know that today is my big moving day to get from one apartment to the next. Things have been VERY hectic for so many reasons leading up to this and I have to say I've just not had any time or energy this past week to do any blogging or really anything of any kind that had nothing to do with packing or working or any of the other stresses that have been hitting me left, right, and center.

Let's just say that this moving day has had an even more stressful build-up than last year. Or at least an equally stressful one. Seems like I can't move without roommate problems, money problems, people dying (another person I've known since I was a child died on Wednesday)...the list goes on.

Anyway, with any luck, I should be back up and blogging very shortly. There may be a small blackout period after this post while I get settled in, but nothing so dramatic as the week and a half I've been missing.

Please, everyone, enjoy your three day weekend, if you have one (it is Labor Day Weekend in America). If you don't, enjoy whatever time you have. And enjoy it with someone you love. This past week or so has really enforced in me the idea that we need to be with those we care about. And it has really made me think about where my life is going at this point.

It also has me pulling my hair out.

But that's enough of that. I'm going to log off now so I can pack up the cable equipment.


Thursday, August 16, 2012

Just One Finger

Sometimes having sex with the same person can get a little old. That's not to say it gets worse or boring, just that you both figure out pretty much what the other one wants, and what you aren't exactly going through the motions, you don't have that sense of discovery that you had the first few times you fuck around. That's why I haven't talked too much about my fuck buddy since the first few times we got together. It isn't that the sex is bad between the two of us, just that sex has become only part of our relationship. We do a lot of other things guy friends do (like watch movies and TV or go to baseball games), but often times before or after we have sex. Though even that isn't a given. It is nice and it is the first time in a while I've had someone to share a simple-yet-complex relationship with, who also happens to live close by.

But the sex has not been new or spectacular. In fact, except one incident two Sundays ago where he shot a load of cum right into my eye, each time has been relatively the same. As an aside: it has been quite some time since I got cum in my eye and I had forgotten how badly that burns. OUCH! In any case, I had resigned myself to not writing about my fuck buddy, lest I bore my readers to tears with the same story every week. But then, this past Sunday, he surprised me.

We were rolling on his bed as we usually do, playfully enjoying taking each other's clothes off. Sex with my fuck buddy is always playful. We are free to laugh and joke or pant and moan as the need arises. Sometimes one of us will say or do something particularly funny and it will cause us to break from the sex for a moment to laugh it out, only to collide again seconds later with renewed passion and need. We were making out with me slightly on top of him, and I was enjoying the play of our mouths. I have to say that, since we started hooking up, he has become much better at kissing. He was an OK kisser the first few times, but now he has the skill and technique to make me really enjoy making out with him.

It was around that time that I felt his finger start to creep back behind my balls. Now, I never discourage a little ass play with my partners, even if I mostly restrict it to the non-penetrating kind, so I repositioned myself so that he could get better access. He began chewing on my nipples, which had my rock hard in moments, enjoying the pain that was sending little sparks through my body. Then I felt his finger pressing against my hole. He wasn't being forceful, but there was a definite pressure to it.

In what felt like an hour long pause but was likely just a split second, I decided to let him keep pushing against my hole, as the pushing itself felt very good. And I trusted him enough to know that he would stop if things went too far for me. Sensing my acceptance, he began a rapid fire push-push-push technique, basically turning my hole into a button that when pressed caused me to moan and shudder. I could feel each press directly on my prostate.

As I probably should have expected, his quick pressing eventually resulted in my hole opening just slightly for his finger. He took that opening and pushed right on through. The unexpected penetration made me throw my head back, catching my own reflection in the mirror on his headboard. I was all open mouthed moaning with my hair and golden mane, watching my body shudder as he moved around inside of it. I didn't know what to think, I was lost in the sensation. I held my own gaze in the mirror, like a trembling Narcissus, and cried out as he went further and further inside of me.

All too soon...or soon enough, I don't know, I still was outside my own mind, he pulled his finger out and rolled me on my back, throwing my legs up and sticking his tongue deep inside of my where his finger had just been. His mouth felt so good on my recently abused hole. I pulled my legs as far back as they could go and spread my ass wide for him. He lifted up slightly and took my raging cock into his mouth and tried to stick his finger inside me again, but a sharp pain caused me to pull back. "Don't," I said, "I think it is a little sore." I suspect now that it was because he had pushed through with no lube. Not even spit.

After that we finished off the way we usually do, and then playfully held each other before getting dressed and going to see a movie. Still, I was mildly impressed with myself. It had been a while since anything, anything at all, had been in my ass, and I had enjoyed it. I felt good for breaking from my comfort zone, and I enjoyed sharing this newness with my fuck buddy. I was all smiles for the rest of the night until he dropped me off at my apartment.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012


My blog has been, if nothing else these past few months, a great example of how life can sometimes get in the way of doing things that you would really like to be doing. Have I been able to fuck around as much this summer as I would have liked? No. Have I been able to write as much as I planned to this summer? No. What's been getting in the way? Well, there is work, but that isn't really the full story. It is more or less a complication, something that makes me tired and makes it hard to get everything else done that I need to do.

But most recently I've been dealing with something that is arguably one of the toughest situations I've had to deal with recently. It involves me having a place to live.

A few weeks ago I mentioned being happy at having found a roommate to share rent with me and eventually move into a bigger, better apartment with. At first, everything seemed to be going great with the two of us. He was looking for a new job, we were looking at apartments, and I was getting geared up to start handing out resumes of my own soon. It was entirely too good to be true, and I probably should have expected it to all fall apart long before it did. But I think I was too caught up in finally having things going right, and I didn't want to pick it apart and figure out that they weren't actually going right at all.

You see, the guy I was planning to move in with fell in love.

I should explain better: He came home from traveling up north one night at about 2am, and told me that he had found The One. The One being a 24 year old (my then-roommate is 32), who lives with his parents and works as a dishwasher. The One being someone he had only met ten days before. The One being someone he was going to move out of the city to three hours north where he didn't have an apartment or a job or any friends. That's right, he decided he was going to uproot himself, settle down, and marry someone nearly a decade younger than him who he hadn't even known for two weeks. I was more than a little shocked, and I actually spent two hours that night, staying up entirely too late, explaining to him why I reasonably felt he was moving too fast. His only rebuttal was that he wanted to listen to his heart and not his head. It sounded to me like he was listening to his cock more, but he promised not to make any rash choices.

That all happened near the end of June. I started seeing less and less of him, although he kept telling me he was still planning to live with me next year and that he was still applying for jobs in the area.

Then, a little over three weeks ago, he packed some clothes, his laptop, and went north. I haven't seen him since. I tried calling him, but his cell phone has either been disconnected or he changed the number. I've sent him emails, but he hasn't responded to me. I know he is alive because he makes posts on Facebook still. So I know he has internet and he must be getting my messages. He just is choosing not to respond to me.

So last week I found myself stuck having to restart my search for a new apartment for the second time this summer (the first time being when I decided to start looking for two bedroom apartments for the two of us), and with only a month until my lease was up. To say I was panicking inside my head would be smoothing over the truth. I've put out a bunch of emails to people looking to find roommates for the next year, and so far those who have replied have all already found someone. I'm also looking for a single place.

Last Saturday I thought I had found a great place for me. It was about the same size as my current place, much better (no flooding issues and crappy landlords), and a little bit cheaper too. Sadly, I found out on Monday that the apartment had gone to someone else. So today I'm going out again and looking at some more before heading in to work. Fingers crossed that I find something.

Meanwhile, I'm dealing with the fact that I still have to pack my stuff, and my ex-roommates things are all still here. He isn't replying to me at all, and I'm very close to contacting his boyfriend instead. Because like it or not, I do have to leave the morning of September 1st, and I'm not bringing his crap up north for him. He either comes down and gets it, or I'm leaving it on the curb...or something.

I'm trying not to be angry, and I'm trying not to let my disappointment and annoyance take up my life, but it is hard. It can be hard when you rely on someone and they let you down like that. Especially when I still can't believe that he and his boyfriend are destined for the long hall. But hey, I've been wrong before. Not often, though.

Meanwhile, I have fortunately had some distractions from the apartment fears and work. Some from family, many from phone calls with my boy, and my new friend with benefits is really stepping up on the "friend" part of that arrangement--something I'm more than happy about. He and I have been meeting regularly on Sundays almost weekly ever since my roommate situation started breaking down. We've done sex, we've done movies and sex, and most recently we did the just movie thing. I have to admit that it is really nice having someone in my life that I don't have to pretend for, and I don't feel like I have to meet his expectations. So not everything is going completely wrong. I have my light in the dark.

Still, as I'm spending my free time apartment hunting and packing and sleeping, I have to admit that the blog is once again falling to the wayside. I feel terrible about it, especially because sometimes this blog is my only outlet. Believe it or not, I'm actually not this forward about my sex life in person (I'm really shy, if you can imagine). So even my one or two posts a week recently have been very helpful. I'm hoping once all this gets settled I will be picking things back up again. This will be water under the bridge and we can consider it a bad summer.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed on that one.

Friday, August 3, 2012

...My Captain

This is the second part of my post from earlier this week. Once again, I apologize for my recent lack of an online presence. I'm trying to get back into the world and the online world. Thank you to all my readers who are patient with me.

I waited more than a week, thinking over my options, before I finally called Captain Craig. I was torn by my resurgence of idolization in the man, and the ugly fact that my memories of him had been irrevocably shattered. On one hand, I was still very attracted to him, even if he had lost some of his hair and grown a bit in the belly from too much drinking. He was still far from the ugliest man I had been with. On the other hand, he had admitted to being sexually attracted to me at an age young enough to make me sick to my stomach.

Honestly, when I made plans to meet with him (at a McDonald's, of all places), I wasn't sure whether or not I was going to punch him.

The meeting was made under the pretense of catching up with each other, but that was far from my actual intention, regardless of my conflicting feelings towards him. Still, I made an attempt at casual conversation while we ate crappy fast food. I have no idea what we talked about or what I learned about him, I was so detached from the conversation. For a moment I was actually worried about my lack of emotion towards him.

Then he laughed. I don't remember at what. And his smile was warm and cracked through the lines age had etched into him. His laugh turned him into my Captain Craig again, and I found myself pulled towards him. I decided to give it a shot while I still had the urge.

"Do you want to know what it would be like?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You told me I used to turn you on. Is that still true?"

He squirmed uncomfortably for a moment before nodding his head.

"Do you want to have sex with me?" I was being blunt, and it seemed to shake him. I wasn't the only one of us getting his memories ruined. But he nodded again.

I was exhilarated. I wasn't used to having power over the men older than me. Not this kind of power, anyway. I was able to see, easily, the effect my words were having on him. He was uncomfortable, hopeful, nervous, a whole range of emotions written on his face in bold text.

"Don't worry, it's OK," I said. "I want to have sex with you too."

Soon we were outside the restaurant, making our plans where things were a bit more private and we didn't have to worry about being overheard. The plan was for him to get a hotel room near my dad's apartment, a place that I could easily get to by public transportation. I wouldn't need too big of an alibi, it wasn't strange for me to get dropped off at my father's place and then spend the day in the local bookstore before taking the bus back and getting picked up for dinner later.

When I arrived at the hotel and reached up to knock on the door to the room, I felt my heart in my throat. I was still of two minds about the situation, but the part of me that had always been attracted to Captain Craig was winning the battle inside. He opened the door, still fully dressed in the dimmed lights, and seemingly without thought I stepped in.

"Take off your clothes," I told him, grabbing his shirt, still exerting my newly found control over him. He looked at me with some mix of adoration and lust. Which one of me is he looking at? I thought, The younger me or the me here and now? But when he took his clothes off, I stopped caring. I quickly joined him in his nudity and raised up slightly on my toes to tentatively kiss him, testing the waters and then diving in. Who am I kissing? The man in front of me or the captain of my childhood? Again, I didn't care more than it took to ask the question.

I pushed him towards the bed. He wasn't moving fast enough for me. I got frustrated, then realized that if I wanted anything to happen, I had to instigate. I fondled him roughly, using my mouth to get him hard. I pinched his nipples and pulled his hands to mine, encouraging him to hurt them, to bring me pleasure. He almost felt like a virgin, new to sex, eager to learn, but afraid to act. That was OK. I could act for the both of us. I had been around.

The sex was clumsy, the angle was just wrong when I tried to let him enter me doggy style. Instead I was on my stomach while his bear gut pressed me with each of his thrusts. He wasn't particularly big, and the pleasure I got from the experience mostly came from the moments that he kissed me. He was a very good kisser, and I could feel his attraction to me in each movement of his lips. I've always said that one of my biggest turn ons is someone who is clearly attracted to me.

After we both came, I sat on the edge of the bed and thought about what had just happened. When I looked over my shoulder at him laid back on the bed, I could barely make out the man I remembered in his face. It was as if this final act between the two of us had killed what was left of my Captain Craig in him. Now he was just Craig, a shadow of himself.

If my life was a noir-style film I would have walked out onto a balcony between billowing curtains and lit a cigarette, not letting myself focus on the moments before, just feeling the cool wind on my skin. Very Marlene Dietrich. But my life rarely resembles any kind of film, good or bad. Instead of doing something cinematic, I just quietly put my clothes on and got ready to leave.

"Can we do this again sometime?" he asked me.

"I don't think so," I replied.

Looking back, it almost feels like what I did was crueler than if I had just punched him and gotten it over with. Instead of just being angry at the way he had taken my cherished memories from me, I had granted him one of his desires, than pulled it away from him. I'd given him just enough of myself to be a lasting memory and then taken myself away. Obviously this is assuming a lot about how he reacted to the situation, but if hurting him was my intent, I suspect I succeeded. Not an act I feel proud of, but one that I felt we both deserved.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Oh Captain...

Sorry once again for the lack of updates. I've been put under a lot of pressure by an unfortunate situation that I may or may not talk about in a different blog post (do you even want to hear me complain?). That being said, I have not forgotten my readers or the blogs that I read, even if I may have disappeared from the internet for a while. To be honest, last week I think I went on my computer maybe twice, and not for very long. The rest of my online time was using my cell phone. I guess when I pull away, I really pull away.

Anyway, before I go into full-on complain mode, I figured I'd wet your lips with a little something from very early in my childhood years...

His name, as far as I had been concerned, was Captain Craig. I knew his last name, of course, though even if I was willing to divulge it online, it was complex and I'm not really sure how you would spell it. I don't think I ever saw it written down.

I first met Captain Craig when I was very young. My dad and I would go out on the water in Captain Craig's boat, either to just tour the harbor, or on special days, go looking for wales in the deep ocean. Captain Craig and my father seemed to know each other relatively well from frequenting a local restaurant-slash-bar and chatting while there. I'm not sure how long they had known each other before I met him, but I was very young when I first went out on Captain Craig's boat, and it may even have been my first time out in the ocean.

The thing I remember the most about Captain Craig was how nice he always was to me. He would let me come in to the bridge and talk to him while he piloted the ship. He was somewhat of an idol to me when I was very young, though I don't mean that I wanted to be a captain or anything. When I was younger, however, I did always imagine that I would have a boat of my own one day. My father used to talk to me about getting one. A small schooner, or maybe a single sail ship with enough room for the two of us to have a fun sea adventure down the Atlantic coast. I loved the idea of being able to travel the open sea in the way that some children love the idea of flying.

One day when I was still very young, maybe six or seven at the most, I got the thrill of a lifetime. Captain Craig brought me up onto his lap and let me steer the ship while he controlled everything else (let's face it, I was never really in control). He showed me all the dials and equipment. Helped me learn to navigate with the compass, avoid land with a guidance too, check the barometer, note the direction of the wind and swell of the waves. For me, as a young boy, that was all I could ever want. He put his captain's hat on my head, almost covering my face as it slid down my much smaller skull, and my father took a few pictures of us.

That became a new thing every time I boarded the ship. My father and I would stay with the rest of the passengers until we were out over clear water and then walk up to the bridge and knock on the door. Captain Craig would smile at me and beckon me in, often with an apathetic crew member making the small cabin a tight fit. But nothing else really mattered to me as I rode the waves in his lap.

It was a sad day for me when I learned that Captain Craig was no longer the captain of that particular ship. In fact, he had gotten a job doing barge trips transporting various things like trash. It was hard to imagine the man I had admired so much in his crisp, white uniform, his tan face, and his coffee-stained smile as the captain of a ship loaded with trash. It was honestly a hard reality moment for me. The sea wasn't full of smiling captains all the time. Sometimes those captains get replaced by grumpy men with thick mustaches who don't appreciate young, adventurous boys looking in the door to the bridge. That's certainly what happened with Captain Craig.

I wouldn't see him again until years later as a teen, when I was having dinner at that same restaurant-slash-bar with my father, and who should walk in but a slightly tipsy Captain Craig. He sat down at the bar and ordered what I could only imagine was one on top of a previous pile of beers, and didn't recognize us at first. Then my dad went up to him and reintroduced himself. My father, who had not changed much beyond going grey and getting fatter, was easily recognized by the drunk captain. It took him a moment or two more to realize who I was.

"My god, you've grown so big!" he said in a comically breathless voice, his eyes open wide. I recall being unimpressed, as I had decided to always be when facing adults who had known me as a child and then dropped out of my life. The number of people by that point who had marveled at my growth had cooled me to the experience, and I honestly just wanted to eat my food and go home.

But then Captain Craig, even in his drunken state, did something none of my previous acquainted had managed: he turned on his old charm and actually brought back some of the happy, admiring boy that I had once been. I felt the same old stirrings inside of me as he told my father and I what he had been up to, though I managed to keep my goofy grin at bay as much as possible. I had a sullen reputation to keep, after all.

Captain Craig, apparently, also had some old stirrings going on, only in his intoxicated state, he was less able to keep them hidden. "You still look so great, just like when you were young," he told me.

"I remember when you were just a boy," he said, looking at me with a smile on his face. And in that moment I felt like a boy again. I felt like he was tall enough to still pull me up on his lap and have me steer the ship.

"I remember the first time your father brought you into the bridge and let me hold you in my lap. It was one of the best moments of my life." He was getting a little too excited, and I was having trouble matching his enthusiasm. "I had to keep myself in check, with you sitting there. I was having trouble not getting too aroused, worried you'd notice."

Wait. What? Did Captain Craig just tell me that he had been turned on by my young body sitting on top of him? Did Captain Craig just say out loud that he had been getting hard all those times I had been in my happy world of piloting the ship? I felt like my memories of those times had been tainted in some way. I didn't know how to react. And neither did my father. I could tell that he was asking himself the same questions, though I think he was also deciding to file it under misunderstood drunken ramblings. Still, my father ended the conversation quite abruptly, and I found myself thinking about Captain Craig, the man I remembered, and Captain Craig, the drunk man.

I knew that there were people who liked young boys. I was still fourteen or fifteen and I had given my young hole to enough men to understand that drive in them. But when I thought about just how young I had been when he felt turned on by me, and I wasn't sure I was entirely comfortable with him anymore. What had happened to this man I had once admired? Where did the white captain go?

But what may have bothered me even more, was that I started thinking about what might have happened if he had tried something with me. Would I have let him? Would I have been a victim? Would I have liked it? I started wondering what would have happened if he had never fallen out of my life, if he had seen me grow. I wondered if he would have been the one to take my virginity. Would my idol have been my first in other circumstances?

And then, when my father went to the bathroom before we left, I did something that I could hardly believe I was doing. I walked up to him and asked him for his number...

Monday, July 16, 2012

Taking Notes

"Oh, man, I have to get my dick up that ass," he said.
I might have been inside Paul's house all of five seconds when he said it, but I doubt it. I still had my book bag over my shoulder and spring mud on my boots and I was a little startled by his voice. I had come to expect strange men greeting me at Paul's house, but the bluntness and force of this man startled me a bit. Most of Paul's friends were more subdued and calm with me. At least the one's I had met so far. At halfway through my fourteenth year, I was feeling a little cocky about sex, and I was feeling good about the effect I had on men.
But this aggression, this was new. It wasn't just the normal sexually burst of aggressive heat I was used to from some of the men who fucked me. This guy wasn't only aggressive when he was pounding my ass. It was a constant for him. He even seemed to slightly overpower Paul, though I could tell that was just appearances. Paul was still in control, but he was letting this wild man be wild.
He came up to me and grabbed my ass in both his hands, and even at my tall height for my age, I still felt totally intimidated by him. Even now, as I recall that day, it seems as though he towered over me, and that I had to crane my neck to see him. It wasn't the case, of course. He simply had an incredible presence, a confidence and swagger that dwarfed me. It would take me years to develop anything like that confidence, and to this day it is not the same as this man.
"You better get in that room and get naked for me, boy, or else I'm going to have to fuck you through your clothes." I remember that line vividly. I've used it myself recently.
With just one look at Paul, who nodded to show it was OK, I walked into the bedroom and tossed my bag to the floor. And then I started undressing for this man I had barely even met.
There were a few items from Paul's toy chest on the bed, but I didn't pay them much attention. I was used to most of them at this point; the nipple clamps, the cuffs, the
leg spreader. The only one that gave me the slightest pause was the red ball gag. I had never been gagged before, though I had seen them used in porn plenty of times, thanks to my father's large collection of BDSM. The thought that I might be wearing one that afternoon turned me on.
Once I was naked, the aggressive man came in and walked past me to the bed and grabbed the nipple clamps and cuffs. With little pause he spun me around and cuffed my arms behind my back. Then I was facing him and he was clamping my nipples tightly, sending a wave of painful pleasure through me like it always did.
"Kneel," he said, and I did.
His cock was hard and while not incredibly huge, it was still bigger than average. He didn't waste any time forcing it down my throat. At first my coughing and gagging worried me, but I soon realized that this man knew exactly what he was doing. I didn't know how, but he could tell exactly when I needed to come up for air, and gave me as much time to breathe as I needed, but not a moment more.
When his cock was dripping with my spit, he pushed me onto the bed, face down, with my legs over the side. He propped the open with the spreader bar. He leaned over me, pressing his whole body on top of mine. He pulled my head back and then brought the ball gag to my mouth. I stiffened for a moment, but then he caught me totally off guard. He kissed and licked my ear and bit gently at my neck. Just the right amount of sensuality to get me to relax as his buckled the gag behind my head.
He pulled back and aimed his cock at my hole. In a moment I realized that he was about to push into me with no lube my the spit I had left on his dick. I was afraid but it was too late and he was pushing into me. My hole resisted, but he never backed off. He kept pushing in until it sprung open. My whole body jumped and I cried put into the gag. He held still for just a moment as I heaved in and out. My hole throbbed, but I knew I had taken bigger and I knew I could take him.
The moment he felt my hole start to loosen, he was pumping me. He took it easy at first, but kept bumping right against my threshold, pushing my line constantly. And somehow I wanted it. I wanted him to keep pushing me so I would be better. Something in the way he held me and enveloped me with his body spoke of experience and control. And I knew then that this was not just a wild man fucking me. This was an amazing lover.
He unloaded his sperm into me multiple times without stopping. He worked my hole over more than it had ever been before. And when he was spent and I was weak all over, he bent down to lick my leaking hole. His tongue was soothing and cool and as he unlocked me I felt every ache in my body creaking except where that coolness was.
I spent some time on Paul's bed after that. I was getting my strength back, but also thinking a lot about this wild man who had been totally in control all along. He had been confident, but not cocky. He had been sure, and he had been right. And the thought hit me that day: I want to be like him.
I spent some more time replaying the session in my head, focusing on how well he had known my responses and needs. How he had know just when to pull his cock from my sore throat and when to fuck my ass just a bit harder. I want to be able to do that.
I cleaned up a bit and joined Paul in the living room.
"When can I see him again?"

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Formspring--It has been a while

Wow! Been a lon time since I posted one of these babies. I wont go into it again how I've been busy lately, but basically when I found it harder to keep the blog regularly, I decided not to do the Formspring updates because I didn't want it to look like that was all I did. I've seen some blogs which are pretty much just people answering formspring over and over and I didn't want that to be me. It has, however, been a while so I figure now would be a great time.

As usual, I'll give you a little update on my life too. Remember that roommate who I was excited about getting an apartment with? Turns out he is a bit more flakey than I realized and I may be finding a place for myself soon. Honestly, I'm not even that upset about moving in alone again. I really just wanted the company and help with the rent. But if I have to, I will go another year by myself. I can deal.

I've also been having a lot of accidents recently which are so very, very not fun. For example, on Thursday I was at work doing some stocking of items and in back getting boxes. As I was bet over to pick a box up from the floor, I heard a creak from the shelf next to me. I had enough time to think, "Oh crap," before two rather heavy boxes tumbled and landed on my exposed back, giving me a nice bruise and a muscle ache. Then on Friday, as I was cleaning up for the night, I dropped something that weighs between thirty and forty pounds and barely caught it against my thigh where my wallet sits, and now have a nice bruise there too. Been doing good.

But not everything has been bad. Believe it or not, I've recently been seeing friends I hadn't seen in a while and getting out of my funk. Been having sex again, which is always good, and just generally getting back into the swing of my life. That's right, folks, Ace is coming back!

Now on to the Formspring questions for today. As always you can ask me anything on my Formspring page or send me an email. I am trying to keep as on top of emails as possible these days, but if I don't get back to you right away, I apologize.

If you shoot your load on your partner's face who's responsible for clean-up?

That really depends in the person I'm with. On an average, given day, I would prefer we share the clean-up duties and enjoy my cum together. However, if my partner isn't into cum, I will gladly eat it myself. And if we are in a Dom/sub situation, I will always expect my sub to take care of all cleaning.

What is the most romantic thing someone has done for you?

Honestly, I'm usually the one who is being romantic. Not sure if that's because I'm naturally romantic or because I don't pick especially amazing people to date, but that's beside the point. I would have to say that, at this stage of my life, the most romantic thing anyone has done for me is to greet me at the door when I come home with dinner almost ready and a nice massage. Then after dinner we cuddled and I got treated right.

What is your favorite position for sex?

I love a guy with his ass up on his knees for long-dicking. I can get into a great rhythm of pulling almost all the way out and slamming home that I love. And sometimes I will pull myself up into a crouch behind the guy and really go to town (been told that is called "froggy style"). When a guy is flat on his stomach I love the creative angles I can get with my penetration just with a simple shift on my part. I love to be at a 90 degree angle with our bodies so I am basically fucking him sideways.

I do like face-to-face with a guys legs on my shoulders, but I find that a hard position to keep long unless the guy can really bend. The ass just isn't in the right spot and I can't get as deep. I like that for vaginal sex though. My best position for face-to-face is with one leg up and one leg down so I'm splitting the guy. But again, if he isn't flexible and helping hold his legs up, I can't go long without getting hurt from the pressure. I've had pulled muscles in my groin area from guys pushing back with their legs.

Do you think Asian people are attractive?

Yes! :-D Both the men and women are just so incredibly attractive. I'm not entirely sure what it is, but I think I'm really attracted to their skin tone. Haven't had sex with too many though...

What play, opera, musical, or other shows would You like to see on stage?

I would love to see Hair on stage some time. I've already seen The Lion King, but I would love to see it again. Sweeney Todd would be fun too. For opera, well, I'm not sure. La Traviatta (which I think I spelled wrong) is always good, but I mostly like to LISTEN to opera, not watch it. The Golden Rings cycle would be fun though. For drama, I would love to see Sleuth and I've never seen Titus Andronicus before.

When riding a rollercoaster do You prefer to sit in the front, back, or does it matter to You?

I would like to go on enough times to get each spot. Unless I don't like the coaster. But when I like one, you best believe I will be riding it over and over again.

Describe your masturbation technique? Be as specific as possible. For example, do you concentrate o the shaft or rub the head, etc..

I'm going to assume this is for when I'm really serious about jerking off and not just shooting a load for the sake of getting off. In that case, I switch it up between the full shaft and just the head. Both things make me pour pre-cum like a leaky faucet (but then, I can pre-cum without touching my dick at all). I like to rub my pre-cum all over the shaft and my balls to really soak them. When I'm close to orgasm, I stroke quickly with one hand and the other is either pressing my lower abdomin or my perenium, both of which are hot spots for me.

That's all for this week. Hope you enjoyed and keep the questions coming. I love to answer them. It gives me a chance to touch on subjects that I don't normally write about in the blog. Thanks for everyone who has already asked, as well.

Friday, July 6, 2012


The recent amount of heat that we've been getting where I live (aided by the fact that my apartment seems to work like an oven) has had me stuck awake a lot these past few days. Sometimes I'm just uncomfortably sweating, other times it is a combination of the heat and my brain not being able to shut down. And it has reminded me a lot of the first ever dorm I lived in back in my Freshman year of college. That dorm was neatly tucked into a tight corner of the third floor next to the stairwell, a tube of brick walls that acted amazingly well as a chimney, by the way. My dorm room was smaller than most because it was shoved next to the stairs, actually, which meant my roommate and I had some pretty close quarters. Now, there was no A/C or central air in the Freshman dorms, and if you were on the third floor and didn't have a doctors note allowing you to use a window A/C, you were pretty much shit out of luck as far as the heat went. Even in the dead of winter, that top floor was warm enough that you'd easily be comfortable walking around in just your underwear.

And that's what a lot of guys did.

One particular guy I always remember was staying a few extra days into a break, like me. Those of us going to the college from out of state often had to wait a bit for flight plans, and the college was lenient about letting us stay. At first I thought I might have the hallway all to myself, the noise levels I had grown used to were gone and things felt dead quiet.

That first night, however, on my way to the showers, I bumped into him as he left his dorm. Literally. I slammed into him, muttered an embarrassed and slightly tired apology, and then noticed that he was just wearing a towel. And I noticed that the towel was no longer covering all of his lower body. His ginger-colored pubic hair was sticking out in the front and I was seeing some serious ass cleavage when he rotated.

I don't know if it was because I was tired or horny or a little bit of both, but I definitely stared longer than I should have. I also wasn't paying attention to the fact that he was staring at me in just my trunks. I was too busy thinking that I had just gotten caught and there was nothing that was going to stop him from telling everyone and soon I would be the guy no one talked to and avoided. Why I was worried about that after already having hooked up a few times on campus, I don't know. But I never really got along with the guys in my hallway and tried to stay out of the way when situations came up that would make them angry with me. Like when the Red Sox beat the Indians, for example. I had to keep my head low for a week after that.

I made my way to the showers quickly, trying not to think too hard about the fact that he was right behind me. Once I was in the shower stall I stopped worrying so much about it and just let the warm water wash off all the grease and sweat and grime from the day, relaxing my muscles in expectation of a relaxing few days before I went home. He finished showering before me, which I thought was good because it meant I could just slink back to my dorm room and hope to avoid him.

I didn't expect that he would still be at the sinks when I got out of the shower with a towel around my waist. He paused from whatever he was doing, brushing his teeth or scrubbing at pimples, to shoot me a, "Hey." I replied in kind and began to leave, but he said to me, "You wanna watch a movie in my room or something? I think we're the only guys left in the dorm right now."

"Sure," I said, practically blurted. And with that we were making our way to his dorm. I spared a few thoughts to the fact that all I had was my underwear and a towel, but I was used to hanging out with other guys in just my underwear at this point, so I didn't worry too much about it.

I have absolutely no memory of what movie we watched that night, side-by-side, with our legs propped up on his roommate's desk. I vividly remember, however, that it seemed like his curly red hair never seemed to dry that night, either because of the shower or the sweating in the close space. I remember watching it drip onto his forehead. Drops sliding down his back, making a line to that round ass I'd glimpsed under the towel earlier.

I remember the feeling of tension every time his leg brushed against mine. His were so much more smooth compared to my hairy, blond ones. Yet with his pale skin and bright fur, they look so much more hairy than mine. Every time we cracked a joke and looked at each other, there was a sense that something more was coming, something building, but neither one of us wanted to act on it. I wanted to wrestle and kiss him and order pizza and watch more movies. I didn't know what I wanted, or what he wanted.

Looking back, I think we were both confused as to whether we wanted a friendship or sex. Or both. And we were both a little tired and a little nervous. But back then it was exciting. It was new and it was discovery, and it was a little frightening. And I was captivated by the water dripping down his chest I shivered feeling the drips on my own skin as they raised my hairs and sent goosebumps over my body. The heat and the tension were electric.

Finally the movie was over and we were both tired, so I decided to go back to my dorm. As I was walking out of his room I turned and said, "I'm sorry, but I never got your name."

"James," he replied.

And then I did something that surprised both of us. I kissed him. Then I said goodnight and walked to my dorm.

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Blindfolded Birthday Boy

I climbed the steps to the third floor after he buzzed me in, quickly finding the right apartment. I knew I didn't have much time, he had told me that online. But he had wanted to save me for last this day, and since I only live a block away, I could get there and be gone quickly. We had talked earlier in the day, and he had told me that he was lining up guys to come fuck him anonymously one after the other. he would be blindfolded on the bed with his ass in the air. It had been weeks upon weeks since I last had sex, so I was game even wirh the tight schedule. I knew that once I got in his hole it probably wouldn't take very long at all.

When I got to his door, it was cracked open like he said it would be. It was also covered in birthday signs and ribbons and other crap you get cheap at a drug store. So we have a birthday boy, I thought. I decided that since he had saved me for last, I would make sure I was the best. I brushed aside the ribbons and doodads to make my way in, and I shut the door a little loudly to let him know I was here so he could get ready. I figured I'd give him the benefit of a few seconds since he had just buzzed me in moments ago.

As I made my way through the apartment, looking for the bedroom, which was actually kind of hard to find, my cock, which had been throbbing uncomfortably the entire walk over, began to really beg for release from my shorts. It was almost painful. But soon I rounded a corner and saw him on the bed. His face was covered, his ass was in the air, perfectly framed by the straps of a soft cotton jock. Beside the bed was a whole host of sexual aids. Poppers, lube, toys, you name it, he had it sitting on the bedside table.

By the time I took off my flipflops, zip hoodie, and shorts, standing there in just my leather cock strap, my erection was standing straight out, pointing at exactly where it wanted to go. I stuck my fingers in his waiting, lubed hole and we both moaned at the same time. There was a palpable feeling of anticipation in the air. We both wanted it really bad. And with just a little prep I was reading to push in and fuck him.

Even though I was the sixth guy to fuck him, and he had been lubed up already, it still took a bit of effort to get my cock in him. And once the head popped in, quickly followed by my shaft, his ass clamped tight and felt as though I had just opened him myself. I took a moment to be silently amazed at how tight he was, wondering if I was really the biggest guy he had taken that day or if he was just naturally that tight.

But soon none of that mattered to me anymore.

He made little movements under me, shudders and twitches, while moaning. I, on the other hand, was thrusting violently, almost angrily into his hole. I would press down on him on moment, then be up, hand on his waist, pushing in as deeply as possible the next. It may have been his birthday, but in that moment my only concern was my pleasure. He was a blindfolded tool to that end. An ass that was wise enough to assist me in breaking the dry streak I had been in. I was aggressive and he responded by being passive, only crying out and huffing poppers, never asking me to stop or pull out or take a break.

Almost too soon I felt my orgasm building. I started moaning loudly, the loudest I had been since I shut the door. He had a hand back, cupping my balls, and he knew I was getting close. Between grunts and pants he urged me on. "Yeah...shoot your load..." I didn't need his permission and I didn't need him to tell me. I was already too far gone, riding the waves of my orgasm and my cock throbbed and let loose.

I stayed on top of him for a moment after, still pumping away at his hole. I was milking the last little bit of cum out of my body. But I was also wishing I had the whole day to really fuck this boy good. I wanted to use that ass until it spread open like a flower for my cock. Instead I pulled out and took a long last look at him. Just a blindfolded boy with his ass in the air, now happier with his sixth cock.

It didn't take me long to get back to my apartment, and the first thing I did before cleaning the stickiness off my cock was get online and send him a message. "That was great. We should do it again when I have more time to use you properly."

Before he left for whatever birthday plans he had, he replied, "Yes, please!"

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Making it Better

This post finishes what I started two weeks ago now. I have to apologize for my lateness in finishing this story and in posting in general. I got caught up in my new work schedule, some family obligations, and a sudden attack from my sinuses (poorly timed along with a fresh sun burn to my nose), as well as moving in my new roommate and getting used to living with someone again. So amid the drugs and drama I've had to take a step back and rest. Honestly, it feels like it has been five or six weeks for me. Thanks for waiting it out with me.

I've been asked by readers why I don't just take on my boy full time and have him serve me 24/7. In the past I haven't had the ability to point to a specific incident and say, "This is an example of why I'm not ready to do that sort of thing." But if ever there was an example worth pointing to, this is the one. I had messed things up, misread the signals my boy was sending me, and let a lack of communication cause a rift between us.

Obviously it takes two people to flub up communications, but as the Dom I should have been able to notice that something was wrong. The fact that it took me until late the next morning to even realize something was wrong proves that I'm not ready to take on that sort of responsibility daily. In any sort of relationship you have to be aware of the other person, and in a Dom/sub relationship, you have to be able to care for the sub both bodily and emotionally, much like the sub cares for and serves the Dom. A lot of people don't think about how much work goes into a relationship like that when they fantasize about it. It isn't easy, and I am still young, and I am not ready at all to take care of another person.

So what do you do to make things better when your boy is feeling unloved? We talked to each other, of course. I reassured him that I would do better to recognize his feelings, and he promised me not to withhold his feelings from me again. I made it clear that there was no way for me to always know what he was feeling and that I wanted to do everything possible to avoid hurting him. I won't go into all the details of what was said between us, as it would likely be boring to read, and I'm not in any particular hurry to remember the sadness I felt in that moment. I will say, however, that we opened up to each other more than we ever had previously, exposing more than I think we knew there was. As much as it hurt to open up like that, I know it brought the two of us closer together, not just as Sir and boy, but as friends, as two people who care very deeply for each other.

When we had made up and my boy was smiling again, I held him close to my body, kissing him gently on his lips, his face, his eyes. I held him gently but firmly down to the bed as I began to unbuckle my belt and open my pants. While lying on top of him I started to bite and suck tenderly at any part of his skin I could get to with my mouth. I licked his neck, sniffed at the mixed smells of his scent and mine mingling there. I held his arms above his head, barely letting him touch me except for where I wanted him to touch me.

"I want to fuck you." My voice was a hoarse almost-whisper, but it was full of a real need. In that moment I needed to fuck him.

"I need some time to clean out," he said.

"I don't care. I'll deal. I want to fuck you. Right now." He knew I meant it.

In no time I was lubed up and pushing my way inside of him as he lay face down on the bed. I didn't wait very long for him to open up, but he was fairly open anyway. If he felt any pain at all, he also felt enough pleasure that the only sounds coming out of his mouth were sounds of joy. After testing the waters with a few slow strokes I let my pent up aggression come out. I started to pound him, pounding my frustrations at myself into him. I pumped my anger at failing in my half of our relationship as well as my anger at him for his part in our miscommunication. I fucked until I was lost in the feeling of his ass muscles and the sweat dripping down my back, until I was just a part of the fuck and all the emotions that had come from our talk and our blunder were gone. I was in the moment. I was my building orgasm, that came crashing onto both of us.

I was exhausted in multiple ways when I finished, but I noticed that my boy's hole was bleeding a bit. I felt a tinge of guilt at letting myself go so hard with little prep. But we both had needed that aggressive fuck. It didn't just get rid of the bad emotions, it reasserted my dominance in the relationship. And it cemented the openess we'd shared right before the fuck. Ever the caring Sir, I quickly wiped up the blood and cleaned my boy so that I could be sure I hadn't hurt him too badly. Once I was sure of that, however, I flopped on the bed. I was beat.

Lying together after, his head on my sweaty, furry chest, I felt closer to him that I had ever felt before. "I can hear your heart singing to me," he said.

I smiled. "What is it saying?"

"Myboy. Myboy. Myboy." He thumped out the rhythm on my chest.

I couldn't think of anything to reply with. It was one of the most beautiful things anyone has ever said to me after sex. One of the most joyful and completely innocent things. I loved hearing him say it. And I sighed contentedly and let him lay there, hearing my heart talk to him for a while. I was happy to shut my mouth and let the important things be said by other parts of my body.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

I Fuck Up

This was actually supposed to go up yesterday, but Blogger wasn't letting me post it regardless of what I tried. I had a nice fight with Blogger that ended with me loosing and Blogger showing me a fairly constant error screen. Things are better now, however, so here is yesterday's blog, a day late.

This is the first part in a two part series.

As much as I definitely have been busy recently, and I've definitely had trouble finding time to write in my blog, I think I may have just been putting off talking about this moment in my recent life. Why? Well, simply because it does not paint me in a very good light, especially at the start of the story. I'm not so full of myself to think that I can't do anything wrong and that I'll never make mistakes, but I don't always like to talk about them. I have, however, been dwelling on my actions. Dwelling to the point that I have had trouble thinking about anything else, nothing that I could write about. So like it or not, I'm going to be writing about a moment I'm not overly fond of. But shame will do that to you, especially if your shame likes to wake you up at night and remind you of all the mistakes you've made. Mine does.

I like video games, as many people do. I enjoy using them as a way to unwind, especially when I've been at work and am stressed out. They let me focus on something else for a while and maybe get a bit of aggression out. I do require some level of interesting story and compelling reason for me to play, but what I'm really looking for is something that I can get lost in. Past games I've really enjoyed include the Resident Evil and Final Fantasy games. A few weeks ago, while my boy was here, I had a few extra dollars on me and I decided to spend them on buying Fallout 3.

After work I came home and really needed to unwind. After a day doing retail, dealing with people non-stop, sometimes I need to be absolutely alone.I don't mean that I need a few minutes to get into relaxation mode and then I can hang out with friends. I mean that I need to not see or hear another person. People who have had retail or other service based jobs can back me on this one. Sometimes it is just too much to handle.

Thinking that I only needed maybe an hour or so to cool down after a shower, I left my boy in the other room while I played Fallout 3 for a while and ran around a post-nuclear Washington D.C., killing genetic and atomic mutants. I have to say that Fallout 3 has one of the most impressively addicting stories I've seen in a while, especially when you match it with the non-linear playing style (sorry if this is boring for you non-gamers). Suffice it to say that I lost track of time and wound up at my computer for much longer than the hour I expected.

How I realized my mistake was the sound in the game went quiet for a moment and I heard my boy softly snoring in the other room. I then quickly noticed that my hair was dry, something that takes an hour or so to do on a good day. I silently cursed at myself for not realizing what the time was and getting overly distracted.  I made my way softly to the bed and crawled in with my boy, doing my best not to disturb him as he slept, other than to curl up next to him and wrap my arm around him. It didn't take me long to fall asleep, it never does when I'm sleeping with him, and the next thing I knew my alarm was going off.

I woke up pretty quickly to my alarm, feeling well rested enough to venture out of bed. I got up and made my breakfast and puttered around, trying to be quiet, but that is kind of hard in a small apartment. Still, my boy didn't move much other than to shift in bed and roll over. I could tell something was up, he had been sleeping for a very long time. I wasn't sure if he was tired, sick, or what. I decided that I would bother him if I got back into bed so I moved myself to the other room and got on my computer and mindlessly browsed the internet for a while.

Eventually my boy did get up, only to go right back to sleep, complaining that he was tired and hadn't slept well. He didn't elaborate, but I knew something was off. Something had been off since the night before. I came to bed to ask him about it. At first he tried to pretend like there was nothing wrong but I was having none of that. He is not my boy just because I'm more dominant in bed than he is. He is my boy because we are very in sync with each other's needs, at least we usually are. And I could tell there was something wrong with him, something I needed to fix ASAP.

When I finally did coax and prod the problem out of him I learned that he had slept poorly the whole night after falling asleep alone waiting for me to get off the computer. He told me that he felt that the computer game was more important to me than he was, and that he had been hurt by that thought. Obviously he was mistaken, the game was not nearly as important to me, but I could see where he was coming from. I once again cursed myself for getting distracted by the game. Not only had it kept me up later than I had wanted to be, now it had been the cause of a rift between my boy and I.

I knew I needed to make things better.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

All Kinds of Moving

Please excuse my lack of posting recently, as I've been dealing with adjusting to having a new roommate and sharing the small space of my one bedroom apartment with him. We amazingly aren't clashing at all, even though his boxes are still piled up in the living room and kitchen, as we slowly work through them. We're going to be moving to a new apartment soon in a few months so we're having to decide what is worth unpacking and what we should just keep in boxes.

Probably the worst part is we both are the kind of people who hate packing in all forms. Packing, unpacking, whatever. So we're both a bit lazy about it and procrastinate. But chilling out has been good too. I'm happy to report that we're getting along very well. I've already briefed him on all the issues relating to my apartment, and we've gone over the fact that, due to the heat, I will most likely be nude or nearly-nude in the apartment at all times. Fortunately he's cool with that.

We've been bonding over good movies and bad, guys we'd both like to fuck, girls I'd like to fuck and he'd like to never see naked. That sort of thing. It helps that he is a genuinely nice guy too.

Part of me also can't believe that it has only been a week since my boy left. I hardly had time to adjust to being alone, so that probably helped me adjust to having a roommate. I also can't believe it is already June. Where did the time go?

Anyway, once I get some free time on my hands, I'll be back to posting my regular stuff. I'm just wiped from everything recently. One of those moments where you're so tired you find it hard to even think about sex.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

A New Roommate For Ace

That's right, I'm going to have someone moving in with me tomorrow. He is actually the guy who I'm going to be rooming with when I move to my new apartment, but his lease goes up first so he is crashing with me for the rest of my lease until we find a new apartment to rent. Should be pretty fun, he is a really great guy, and I'm glad to have him as a roommate and friend. I'm also glad to have someone sharing the apartment and keeping it a nice place to be.

I don't anticipate this putting a halt on my sexual activities in the near future. He is gay and I don't think he will have much of a problem with it as long as I'm not in his face with it. I may have to adjust a bit and learn new times that work out, but I think I'll be fine.

What might put a brief halt on my sex life is the fact that I'm working almost every day in the month of June. I'll be getting a nice bit of extra cash flow, but other than that I'm going to be pretty stressed. I'm not totally sure how things are going to go, but I anticipate there will be a lot more posts about my past this coming month that there will be about the present. Which is fine, I have plenty of stories to tell, and some longer threads that need to be finished. The series of posts about my first boyfriend, for example, are coming to a close, and I'm not sure why I've put off finishing them for so long. But that is besides the point.

I guess the best thing to take away from this post is that things are starting to look up for me. I've got a person sharing my apartment, plans for moving in a few months, and some extra cash coming in that is much-needed. Expect things to go way downhill shortly. That's half a joke and half my pessimistic future-sight.

I'll probably have an update later about how the roommate thing is going and then another about my upcoming move. Fingers crossed that everything goes well!

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Boy at the Bar

Sorry about how few and far between updates have been. My boy left to go back home Sunday, and I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible before he went which meant a lot of other stuff got put on the back burner for a while. I hope everyone's Memorial Day was good and that you all took some time to think about the men and women who have lost their lives serving out country. If you do family BBQs, I hope you chowed down. I love to cook out but haven't had much of a chance to do one lately. Guess it is time to buy a little grill for myself. Anyway, on to the post.

The bar was going to be full of leather men gathering to wish Mr. Boston Leather well at this year's IML. I figured it was as good a time as any for my boy and I to throw on our leather gear and get out for some fun. Picking out what he was going to wear, making sure he had on some jeans that would make his butt look nice, deciding which harness would go under his vest easiest, was definitely a lot of fun. And I think (OK, I know) he enjoyed watching me get dressed in my harness (the one from the picture at the top of the page), vest, leather pants, and boots.

It was a perfect night for it. Not too cold, so we were able to wear just t-shirts under our vests and be comfortable. I was excited. It had been entirely too long since I had found the time to get away and enjoy a night out at the bar. School and work and other things got in my way, and I was looking forward to getting out and having fun. We left with plenty of time to get there before the events started, but were delayed by the subway being stopped for almost a full twenty minutes.

We did get to the bar, finally, just in time to see one of my friends and the MC that night outside getting ready to start the night off. After a quick introduction, we were inside a swarm of men in various amounts of leather and rubber looking up at Frankie on the stage in his leather jock strap. Let's just say that his ass alone makes him a winner of Mr. Boston Anything in my book. I could plant my lips there and feed for days. The man is incredibly nice too, and I hope any of my readers who made it to IML got to meet him while they were there. I know I pointed a few of you in his direction.

Mr. Boston Leather

But that wasn't the only exciting part of the evening. I had my boy get some raffle tickets, more to show support for the cause than anything else. But also to see his reaction. When people hand out tickets at the leather events here, it isn't just a pass the money, here are your tickets, good luck sort of thing. You get groped, licked, kissed, fondled, and a whole mess of other sexy verbs by whichever sexy thing they've got working it that night. Watching my boy get fondled and do some fondling of another boy wrapped tightly in rubber was a great sight, and one that I think I'll replay over and over to burn it into my memory.

Luck was on our side that night, apparently, as moments after I mentioned to someone that I never win at raffle contests, one of our numbers was read and I got to run up excitedly and grab a prize. I may have been the happiest prize winner there, to be honest. But what can I say? I really, really, REALLY never win at those kind of things. It was also gratifying for me to have a few cat calls thrown my way ("I'd like to get that") as I walked up to receive my prize. So what fun stuff was I bringing home to for my boy and I to enjoy? I got two god-awful DVDs, the DVD of Quantum of Solace (a movie I happen to like, so yay), and three porn DVDs. There was also some microwave popcorn (I don't have a microwave) and a few clothes pins. I immediately grabbed the clothes pins and pinched them on to my boy's nipples. He has nice big nipples, perfect for latching on to, and the wood sticking out from his vest looked incredibly hot.

I also had the pleasure of meeting one of my long-time readers, who works at a tattoo parlor in the area, and who I have been talking with for quite a while, but never managed to meet up with. He actually recognized me just by seeing me, which was pretty cool. Definitely hope to see him again real soon. Probably going to get him to repierce my nipples and maybe even do a tattoo. Plus, he was really cute and very nice. Yeah, yeah, Ace wants to look at a cute bear while getting pierced. I know. I'm a perv like that.

Finally after some drinks and some dancing, my boy and I had to leave to catch the subway back home. On the way to the apartment we stopped in at a Seven Eleven and bought some snacks, still in our leather gear, which was pretty fun. I don't think we even phased the clerk, but I know a couple of the college kids stared.

When we finally got back, we stripped off our leather to cool down from the walk and the heat of the apartment. I swiftly took joy in clamping my boy's nipples with the clothes pins again, three on each nipple. I had him gasping and squirming from the sensation. I flicked the wood as they stood up from his heaving chest. I blew cool air of them. I'd open them up and clamp them in the same spot, but at a different angle, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through his whole body. He was panting and moaning from my attentions, and it was turning me on too much. I pulled out my cock and began to face fuck him, still playing with his nipples. He gagged and moaned around my dick and sent vibrations up my lower spine. His hands gripped my ass cheeks, pulling me in deeper even as he was gasping for breath. He was hungry for my cock and for my cum. He loves to eat my load, which is difficult because I usually can't cum from a blow job. So I jerked off into his mouth, filling it with a surprisingly large load. I never saw a drop of it as he slurped it all in, enjoying the taste and smiling up at me happily as he thanked me for it.

I rolled off of him and he cuddled up to me, his head on my chest. We fell asleep that night watching TV, just a Sir and his boy full of cum.

Monday, May 21, 2012

The Boy Keeps Me Busy

I know it has been a while since my last blog post, but man, I have a good reason for it. In the past few days I've learned that my boy and I have a slight problem: we can't get out of bed. And I don't mean just sex (though that has been happening, make no mistake). When I'm in bed with my boy and he wraps his arms around me, you can be sure that I'm either drifting off to sleep within minutes, or I'm resting comfortably with his head on my chest and I don't want either of us to move. My boy is amazingly comfortable, and he seems to think I am too. Plus he keeps me warm when I'm cold, but somehow never overheats me even though the weather is making my little apartment heat up pretty hot these days.

I've managed to get out of bed long enough to go to work while he has been here, but we haven't done a whole lot besides dinner, grocery shopping, seeing The Avengers, and yesterday we had an afternoon walk through the Public Garden. Oh, and we hit up the local leather bar, but that is a story for another day. I never want to leave the bed when he is around, my energy is just sapped. In fact, many of the times we've messed around it has been because we needed to get up and it was the best way I could think of to get us pumped up and out of bed.

My boy arrived early in the morning after taking an all night flight into Boston. Neither of us had gotten much sleep the night before, so the first thing we did, actually, was hop into bed and cuddle together. It wasn't until later, when I was getting up and ready for some lunch, that we first got down to the good stuff. It was different than it had been back in January. It seemed faster, but that isn't really the way to describe it. We knew each other's body so much better this time around. We knew all the buttons to push to cause pleasure. There wasn't the same kind of exploring and experimenting. It was more like riding a bike after a long break, we were wobbly at first, but our bodies remembered quickly enough.

The renewal was part of the quickness too. In the days before his flight, both of us felt the pull getting tighter, the thrill that we were going to be together again soon. We had been aware of the space between us these past few months, what with the entire country between us. But the distance never seemed greater than in the hours leading up to his departure. I wanted to fast-forward time to get him here sooner. I wanted to sleep the days away so that I wouldn't have to be aware of the minutes ticking by. My boy felt the same. All that lust, all that need, had pooled up inside of us and it exploded when we were finally in each other's arms. He touched my erect cock and all that need was boiling in my balls. The skin at the head of my dick was flaring, waiting to spread his lips and pierce his throat.

It was a happy torture to finally give in to the desire. The pleasure was almost painful, and the excitement was electric. When his lips touched my belly and his hands caressed my thigh, there was no stopping the moment, but I could have stayed right there forever. His head traveled down farther and farther, eventually drawing my cock into his mouth. I was hard by then. The kind of hard that I rarely get, the kind that makes my cock about a quarter inch longer and much thicker. The kind of hard that means I'm beyond turned on. The kind of hard that means I'm about to fuck you hard, so you better just open up and take it, because you don't really have a choice anymore.

The best thing about my boy is that he does open up. I never have to worry if I'll choke him or rip him open. My boy isn't nearly as delicate as his sweet smile would lead you to believe. My boy can keep up with the best of them, and he takes me in like I'm liquid. I get rough with him and he enjoys it. He isn't one of those destroyed holes that just bloom open and seem to never close, but he blooms for me, and that is all that matters.

And god but I miss falling asleep in the arms of someone I just had sex with. Call me a sap, but it feels good, and it feels right. I don't do it with most people I fuck. I can't. So when I'm with someone I can, I take every advantage to do so.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

The Boy is Back

Some of my readers will already have heard the news, but today the boy who I had staying with me this past January is coming back to stay with me again. He arrives today and I am understandably excited to have him staying with me again. It has been more than lonely since he keft. He was more than just a hole to fuck whenever I needed it. He was someone cooking for me, someone sharing the day with me, someone to see the city with, and someone to hold while falling asleep. I have missed the times when he came up behind me while I was working on the computer and rubbed my shoulders. Every time I get home from work and he is not on the other side of the door, waiting for me, it is just a reminder of the happy times that he was there.

Sadly, I have to go to work today as well. Which means that on the first day I have my boy back with me, I have to be without him again. But I have made sure not to take any extra hours while he is here this tme. So even though he is not staying as long as last time, we will still be spending as much time together as possible.

I dont have too much time to post anything else than this update, as he is getting in early in the morning and I need to be ready to meet him. But I am sure that there will be plenty more to write about in the coming days. If it is at all possible, I may be more excited for him to get here than I was last time. Let's hope saying goodbye isn't worse this time.

But at least I won't have to worry about living alone forever. I've already got a roommate lined up for next year when I move. A roommate isn't anything like having a boy, but at least I won't be going entire days without seeing another human face anymore. That's mostly a joke. Anyway, I look forward to sharing some of the fun me and my boy have. I hope you all do as well.

Monday, May 14, 2012

A New Fuck Buddy

I don't want to jump the gun here, but I think I may have finally found a new fuck buddy. I am sure some of my readers may find it hard to believe that I've been living in the city for so long and am only just saying this, but it is true. To be fair, I've had a few periods in the past year where things just got really bad, and I went months last fall without having sex. Also in my defense, even when I have time off from school and work, I don't spend it all wagging my dick at passing boys and catching every nibble I get. But man, I do wish I could!

Anyway, I've finally managed to snag a guy that, for now, fits that perfect mold of a fuck buddy. He is horny, he's attractive, he likes me, he isn't looking for attachments, and he is someone that I genuinely get along with outside of the bedroom. It is honestly really hard to come by someone who fits all of those criteria. I know it may seem like I'm over-catagorizing when I say this, but anyone who doesn't meet those demands (and maybe a few others) won't be considered a fuck buddy by me. I would think of them more as a repeat fuck, or maybe even a reliable fuck. But for the most part those are not people who I would consider a "buddy." Kyle is definitely a buddy.

I've written about Kyle a couple of times before. Once in a post titled "Low Energy" and once in my recent update on my life. Those aren't the only times we've met up. And it feels like things get better each time we do meet up. We get to know each other's body a bit more and things just happen more. And in a lot of ways, it is refreshing to have that consistency for a change. We both know each other's schedule, and we both feel free to ask for sex whenever we have some time open. He's willing to pick me up and take me back to his place. We have fun fucking and then hanging out. And then maybe fucking some more.

The realization that I have this new fuck buddy came to me around the same time that I started corresponding hard with the last guy I considered a fuck buddy, and maybe something more. Chris, who was the subject of many of my earlier blog posts, and I have been talking to each other again pretty often recently. He recently graduated from college and I think he is needing a little bit of stress relief. His messages may start out like a normal conversation, but usually there is a point where he drops a, "I wish you were still in Ohio," on me. Or worse: "I wish you hadn't left." And it kind of breaks my heart.

"I wish that too," I reply each time. I have to say that, it is the only honest thing I can say.

It is true that a lot of things would probably have been easier for me if I had stayed in Ohio. Life might even have been better for me, or at least more manageable, in a lot of different ways. I know some of the crap I've dealt with this past year would not have been an issue if I hadn't moved, though some of it would still have happened. But even knowing that, what can I say? And what can I do?

Chris likes to tell me I should just move back to Ohio when my lease is up--usually in jest. I hit him back by saying that he could just as easily move out to Boston. But we both know it wouldn't actually be that easy to uproot ourselves right now. And while he tells me that he misses my furry chest, and I tell him that I miss cuddling and watching TV, we both know that any time in the future where we can share that again will have to wait. If it ever happens.

Meanwhile I'm excited about the fact that I can cuddle with Kyle, if I need to. And I keep telling Chris to keep a stiff upper lip, that he'll find someone else soon as well. Meanwhile, he has been living a bit vicariously through stories of my conquests and any pictures that I send him. In a way I'm like free porn for him. He told me just yesterday that he really wants to watch me fuck another guy, just to watch. I never talked to him about my exhibitionist streak, but I think he knows I like to put on a show, and that it would be hot for me to be watched.

But for now, Chris and I are going in different directions, and I'm sure he will find a Kyle of his own soon. Chris is a good looking guy, there's sure to be men out there ready to jump on him. And since he had me as a sexual mentor about a year ago, I'm confident he'll know what to do when they do.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mother's Day and a Jerk Off Quiz

Happy Mother's Day to you mothers out there that read my blog! I hope you all have a great day and that you're kids treat you right (if they're old enough to do such things). And to all of you that have mother's try to do something right by them. I'm spending some time with mine this weekend, though part of that is me helping her with some stuff. That was the original plan when we both suddenly realized it was also Mother's Day. Does anyone else forget about the Hallmark Holidays like I do? I feel like I'm not the only one.

No big stories relating to Mother's Day for me. The only one I got for you is that last year on Mother's Day I was up in Michigan seeing my dear friend and mentor, The Breeder, and having a great time making out with him and rolling around naked before going out to dinner then settling in for the night and having one of the best experiences sleeping with another person in my life. So yeah, that is a great memory. You can look in my tags for the Breeder if you would like to read that story.

I know Sunday is usually when I do my Formspring Days, but I actually got a fun quiz in my email recently and thought that to switch things up I would answer that instead. I am, as always, looking for more questions however, so please feel free to head over to my page and ask me anything you like. If Formspring isn't your thing, you can also always email me and I will answer your questions there too.


1. How did you discover masturbation?
I was pretty young, I think 5th grade, but maybe sooner, when I even learned it was a thing. I was kind of an early bloomer in the jerk-off world too. The first time I ever jerked off to orgasm I shot sperm.

2. Did anybody teach you how, or did you figure it out by yourself?
I read about it a book or two and kind of figured it out on my own from there.

3. How many inches long is your penis when it's soft? & when hard?
Not sure about soft, but hard it is at least seven and a quarter, sometimes seven and a half if I'm really horny.

4. Are you cut? or are you uncut?
I'm that semi-cut state where they left some of the foreskin behind.

5. How many times a day or week do you jack off on average? 

Usually once a day, especially if I haven't had sex in a while.

6. Do you use your right or your left hand? 

Both, but mostly right.

7. Have you ever jacked another dude off? 
Of course. Many, many dudes.

8. Do you eat your own cum?

Fairly often, though not every time. My own cum was the first I tasted, however.

9. If you've given a JO buddy a hand job, do you eat his cum?
Usually. I'm kind of a pig for cum. 

10. Does your cum taste sweet or sour?
Depends on what I eat.

11. When you have an orgasm, does your cum shoot out or ooze out?

I'm a shooter...and a rather good one at that.

12. What's the weirdest place where you've ever jacked off?

Friend's parent's bedroom.

13.  Have you ever jacked off outdoors? If so, where?

Plenty of times. Either while cruising or just in my own back yard when I was being mischievous.

14. What do you do for a living?
Barely scrape by, that's what.

15. Have you ever jacked off in a public place?
Oh, yeah. Public bathrooms, outdoors, parking lots...

16.  Do you get any precum when you're jacking off?
I leak precum like a faucet.

17. Do you use lube to jack off with and, if so, what?
I don't always have to, but when I do use lube, it is either Str8Cam or SPUNK lube (both made by the same guy, a friend, who is really nice).

18. Does your cock hang to the left or to the right? Is your cock curved?
I want to say left though it kind of stays in the middle usually. And when erect, my cock has a wonderful curve, perfect for hitting that special spot.

19. Are you bi,? gay? straight? 

I like to call myself pansexual, but bi works too, if you struggle with the idea of pansexuality.

20. Have you ever been caught jacking off? If yes, by whom?

A couple of times. Most recently by my freshman year roommate, so a while ago. Usually if someone sees me jerking it, I wanted them to.

21. Have you ever taken pictures of yourself jacking off?

Yep. Even posted some of them.

22.  Have you ever made a video of yourself jacking off?

In the past.

23. Have you ever taken pictures or video of someone else jacking off?

Yes. Though often I join in too soon to take pictures.

24. What kind of JO sessions to you enjoy the most?

Long, drawn out ones where I get to fall in love with my body all over again.

25.  Do you ever think about any of your friends when you jack off?

I have a few that I think about. Some of them I've fucked with, others are totally fantasy.

26. Is your cum thick or thin?

Depends how many times I've cum already, though I can be thick for a few rounds.

27. Do you shoot your load onto your stomach or into something?

Depends on if I want a quick clean up or not.

28. Have you ever tried to suck your own cock? Can you?

I used to be able to when I was young and a lot more flexible. Then I built up my abs and lost the flex. Now I'm a bit too fat to make it all the way.

29. Where do you jack off most often?

My apartment.

30.  If you have a partner, do you jack off with or for him/her?

If I'm in a relationship, a little mutual masturbation is usually on the menu.

31.  Do you like watching other dudes jack off?

Very, very much so. Especially when it is in person.

32.  Whom would you most want to see jack off?

Paul Rudd or Daniel Craig. Or both at the same time.

33.  What kind of underwear do you wear?

Mostly briefs or trunks/boxer briefs. But I do wear thongs and jock straps frequently too. Not a boxer fan or commando.

34. Do you ever go commando? 
Only when I have to.

35. Do you pull just your cock out when taking a leak, or all your junk?
Um, not to brag, but only my cock usually fits through the zipper.

36. Where (or what scenario) haven't you jerked off that you would like to?

I'd like to jerk off in a church. I've jerked and had sex in a chapel, but not a full-on church. Yeah, I'm kind of a sinner.

37. How old are you now?

22. Will be 23 in the fall.

38. Where were you when you jerked off the first time?

My bed back in my old home.

39. What did you think of your very first orgasm, and how did it feel?

I didn't know what to expect. I actually jerked off a few times without orgasming because I didn't know what it was or that it could happen. When I finally went all the way, I think I was amazed by the feeling. I started jerking off a lot more often after that.

40. After you discovered masturbation, did you show your friends/relatives how to do it?

I didn't really have any relatives younger than me growing up, and I didn't start talking to friends about sex until much later.

41. Were you ever caught masturbating, and if so, who caught you?
I think I already answered that.

42. How did you feel about getting caught?

Usually embarrassed. There was only one time getting caught ever lead to sex. Usually it led to the other person uttering a "Whoops" and shutting the door.

43. How long did it take you to reach orgasm the first time?

Um...yeah, I can't remember that.

44. How long does it take you to reach orgasm now?

Depends on how badly I want it. I've gotten pretty good at getting myself off these days.

45. Have your masturbation habits changed?

Oh, totally. For example, when I first started, I only used my thumb and forefinger. It never occurred to me to use my whole hand until a long while later!

46. What is your favorite technique?

I would have to say the one I've heard referred to as the Endless Vagina. Basically you are lubed up and pull one hand down the length of your cock, with the next hand ready to keep going. You then bring the bottom one up before you leave the top of your second hand so that your head is never out in the open. You keep doing that and it is like a constant penetration. Love it. 
47. Do you now prefer to masturbate alone or with somebody?

Depends on my mood. Sometimes I just need some good old fashioned self-loving.

48. How long was your longest masturbation session?

Oh, god. I can edge for hours if I let myself.

49. Do you moan when you masturbate?
Depends on what I'm doing to myself, but usually I don't.

50. What do you like to think about when you masturbate?

Fucking. Getting sucked off. Sucking someone off. Sometimes even getting fucked.

51. What "slang" term you use for your penis?
Cock, prick, dick...the usual.

52. What "slang" term(s) you use for masturbating?

Jerking, jerk-off, wanking. I'm not much for slang I guess.

56. What "slang" term(s) you use for semen?

Cum. That's about it.

57. Have you have had any j/o contests, and if so what was the competition?

I was part of one once and only once. A group of guys seeing who could last the longest. I almost won.

58. Have you ever masturbated in school/at work?


59. When you first saw your semen, what did you think it was? 

I already knew what semen was, so I figured it out.

60. What do you do BEFORE you start masturbating?

Get naked? I don't really have a ritual.

61. What do you wear now when you masturbate?

Usually nothing.

62. Have you ever seen someone else masturbate...whether or not they knew you were watching?

I've seen people who didn't know and people who did.

63. Do you have a blog?
You're reading it.

64. Were you masturbating while answering this quiz?
More like groping my hard cock through my pants in between typing answers, but kind of.

OK, that's all for this time. And I really enjoyed answering those questions too. I'm glad I got it in an email.