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.


JO QUIZ

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. 
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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?

Both.

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.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Used

Thank you everyone for being so patient while I was going through my busy couple of weeks recently. I am happy to say that I've officially finished the semester and am happily getting ready for some extended time away from school and the stress that comes with it. As I haven't yet had a chance to blow off all the steam that I built up (and I might not get to for a little while longer), I figured I would give you a steamy story from my past bottoming days while I look for a hole or two to abuse in the meantime.


The first semester of my freshman year had just ended for me, all my finals were over. It was Tuesday. The earliest end to a finals week I was ever going to have. But I was stuck on campus until the weekend when I would be flying back home for break. My roommate was already gone, and so were most of my friends. I was ready to spend the week not doing much of anything, but watching TV and laying around in my cramped dorm room between meals got boring real fast. I felt cramped up and wanted to get away. I needed to get laid.

But I didn't just want to get fucked. I wanted to be totally used. I didn't want to be in control of the situation at all, and I didn't want to have to make choices. I was burned out on thinking and I just needed to let myself go. I was in the middle of my transition to being the top that I am today, and if I remember right, I was describing myself as a versatile at the time. But on campus I wasn't able to get the kind of attentions I wanted. With the guys I had been hooking up with, even if I bottomed, it was more like topping from the bottom than anything else. I was using my status as bottom to control the sex, and I was pretty good at it. That, however, is a story for another post.

When I realized that I needed to be pounded good, I knew the perfect couple to contact. We had talked a few times before, but nothing had ever come together. I hadn't seen them online until near the end of the semester, and my workload and responsibilities on the swim team kept me from being able to meet up with them. But now I was open and had plenty of time to meet up with them.

They were both younger, one in his late twenties and the other in his early thirties. And much more importantly, they were both aggressive tops. They wanted me to come out to their place where they had a sort of play area set up in the garage. There, I could be bound and used for however long they wanted me, and they both promised to use me good.

It didn't take much more than that to get me in my car one morning and driving out to where they lived. The drive was kind of a long one, but in the Midwest you get used to that kind of thing. Before I left I put a medium sized butt plug in my ass to open me up for them and after sitting on it in the car for almost an hour, I was ready to take it out. Or move it around. Or do something besides just sit on it and feel the bottom fit oddly into my crack. Standing up when I got out of the car helped a bit, but I've never felt totally comfortable walking with something in my ass.

I walked into the open garage and met one of the two guys, the older one, and he directed me to the back area where there was a mattress covered by a PVC sheet and a cardboard box with some toys inside. He closed the door to the garage and told me to undress. He told me that his partner was running an errand and would be back soon, but for the moment it was just the two of us. He stayed clothed as I stripped for him and when he saw the plug in my ass he smiled.

"Been getting ready for us?"

"Yes, sir." The words come out of my mouth easily, much more easily than I expected they would after a semester's worth of mostly vanilla sex. I was slipping into the submissive mindset and letting myself go. Exactly what I wanted to do.

"Take it out. You don't need it anymore."

I complied and felt my ass gape a bit as the plug came out. It didn't have long to feel empty, though, because shortly after that I was kneeling on the ground sucking on his cock through his fly. Once it was hard enough, he had me lie on my stomach on the mattress while he fingered my hole. I had only been there for about twenty minutes or so when he started fucking me, and he was still fully clothed except for where his cock was sticking out of his jeans. I grunted as his zipper scraped me and he bucked into me, seemingly without rhythm. I remember wondering if he was already that close to shooting his load, but he went on like that for a while. A total mix of fast and slow, deep and shallow.

I didn't have any choice in the position. I was happy I had opened my hole with the plug beforehand because he came at me from a lot of different angles. I was face down one minute and the having my legs pressed to my chest the next. He never gave any indication when he was changing things up, he would just pull out, grab me, and move me.

After a while we were both drenched in sweat and grunting like animals. He finally started to pick up his pace and really pound my hole to the point where it hurt a bit. Then he was pressing against me hard and shooting his load in my ass. I felt the flood of it and moaned with him, enjoying his release. As soon as he finished, he pulled out of me and grabbed my arms and cuffed them behind me. "Just so you can't play with yourself," he said.

He then got up and walked into the house, leaving me lying on the mat, cum seeping out of my hole. He told me that he or his partner would be in for another round soon and that I was to only think about how to best serve them. I don't think he was gone very long before my mind started to wander to how uncomfortable I was, and I tried to shift around on the mattress to get more comfortable. I was happy when I heard a car pull up and the door opening. The second guy had arrived and it was time for more sex. I had begun to wonder if I had driven all this way to be ignored.

The second, younger guy nudged me with his foot to have me roll over for him and show him my whole body before he took off his clothes. He allowed me to look at him for a short amount of time before he blindfolded me and then had me face down with my hips in the air. He fingered my hole for a while, which was still wet from the first guy. Then he began to spank my ass. Not enough to really hurt me, but enough that I knew it would be red for a while. Then, with little ceremony, he began to fuck me.

I enjoyed the second guy fucking me a lot more than the first. His pace was more regular and he was making me feel great with each stroke in and out. I was moaning because I couldn't do anything but moan. After a while the first guy came back in to watch. He would encourage his partner to fuck me harder, to slap my ass. He would call me names and tell me that I was being a good little whore for them. Then he uncuffed my hands from behind me and recuffed them in front so I could balance on them while he fucked my face for a while.

I was lost in a piggy heaven. I could hear the two men grunting to each other, but I wasn't listening to a thing they said. All I paid attention to were the two cocks working me over. That was what I had come here for. I wanted to be used. I wanted these men to treat me like their own personal jerk off tool. I didn't want to have to think for myself and I didn't want to have to act. And for a few blissful moments, I was in that state.

The guy fucking me came in my ass, and shortly after the other guy came in my mouth. When they were both spent and I was left lying on the mattress, exhausted from their efforts and enjoying their cum in both my holes, they took the blindfold off. For a moment I was just as blind as before in the light above me, but then I could see the two men who had just used me standing and leering down at me. They let me know with their faces that they weren't done with me yet.

They had me kneel in front of them on the covered mattress as the both stood and pissed on me. It was almost unexpected when it happened, and they both moved around to make sure I was soaked from head to foot before they finished. The younger guy was getting hard again so he stuck his cock in my mouth. I tasted my ass and his cum and piss on it as I went down on him. They both grabbed me and held me down while I choked and gagged on it.

He fucked my ass once more while I was still covered in their piss before they both left me in the garage to take showers. When they were both clean and dressed, I was finally allowed into their house to take a shower. They gave me something to drink and some money, which I hadn't expected, and then had me get dressed and leave, taking my butt plug with me in my coat pocket this time. When I got back to my dorm I could still feel their cum inside of me and smell their scent on me, and I knew I had been satiated for the time being.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

An Ace Update

My goal in today's blog entry is to give an update on myself, my blog, and a little sexy tidbit as well. Instead of trying to meld them all together, I'll make separate sections. That way you can easily jump to whatever part interests you the most. Again, I'm sorry for my lack of recent updates. After this week I should be back on a more regular schedule.


Ace


I'm doing alright here, thanks for asking. I managed to make it through last week's extra work and school work without getting sick or having any major issues, other than the one I mentioned where I just couldn't get off because I was too damn tired. Well, by my last day at work this past week I was kind of a drone on my feet, saying the right things mostly, just on autopilot. And even then sometimes I would mess things up while speaking and only just catch myself. Needless to say, I was happy when I got home Saturday night. I even did something I've done in the past when I had a bad week or even just a bad day: I baked a cake. I don't know why, but for me baking (and then eating) a cake can really make up for a lot. I just enjoy doing it.

Sunday, however, a few things went wrong. The first was that I remembered that my first final paper was due Monday night and I really needed to get that done. The second was that plans I had made to see a movie with a friend got mucked up big time (not my friend's fault at all) and that brought me down. I did get some work done on the paper and I did see the movie and have a good time, but the day was not nearly as relaxing as it should have been as my first day off in a long time. For anyone wondering, I did get the paper in on time, though it took me most of Monday to do so.

I still have more final work to be done, but at least a big lump of it is over with. As nervous as I am writing a big paper, I feel so much better having turned it in. Definitely a good feeling.

I have, however, fallen quite behind in emails and blog reading of my own. I feel really bad about that and will attempt to catch up again at the first opportunity. If you are waiting to hear back from me, I ask that you have the patience to wait just a bit more. I'm glad that I have such great readers. So far no one has gotten very angry at me for my lack of replies. I'm going to knock on wood now.

The Blog


The blog reached over 100,000 views! Hurray! Everyone throw their confetti! Time to have a party!

Actually at the time of my writing this it is about 300 over, so I guess I missed the exact time it happened. And I know for some of you that isn't very big news, but as we are coming up on my one year bloggiversary, I have to say I'm very excited. If you had asked me a year ago how well I thought my blog would do, I'd probably have guessed that I would get a couple of view per post and just be happy that my writing was touching a few people. To know that I regularly get views, and even some when I'm not posting regularly, makes me very happy and overwhelmingly glad I decided to do this almost a year ago. I know I said I would be doing something special for the 100,000 mark, but I haven't quite gotten that put together yet. It is one of my top priorities when I am free from my current levels of work.

I'm also still fielding suggestions for things I can do to celebrate my one year mark. So far I've gotten suggestions to get a tattoo or a piercing, both of which are great options. If anyone else has any suggestions, please feel free to let me know.

Sex


OK, boys and girls, here is the good stuff.

A few weeks ago I was a bit dejected because he had just finished basketball practice and was too tired for the aggressive, hard fuck I wanted. But I settled down and enjoyed the gentle fuck he offered. So when he picked me up after his baseball practice, I wasn't sure what to expect from him. I was once again surprised.

Where earlier he had lain me down softly and held me, this time he pushed me. Where last time there had been a slow removal of clothes, this time there was a lustful haste. Where previously there had been a smooth, gentle rhythm, now there was a frenzied and quick beat.

We were both naked and a little hot, but he was damp and cool to the touch. Still covered in the sweat of the practice he had just been at. "Do you like me all sweaty?" he asked, almost as if uncertain I would answer yes. I didn't answer at all. Instead I smiled lustfully and dove into his pits, sniffing and licking where his heady scent was most prevalent. When I finally had his pants and soaked briefs down I dove onto his erect cock, taking it as far back into my throat as it would go so that I could press my face to his wet pubes. Ever breath I took it was filled with his salty, sweet aroma and it made my head a little dizzy as I gagged myself on him.

I played with his ample foreskin in my teeth and lips. I bit his nipples hard. He rolled me around on the bed, at time one or both of us were at risk of falling off. In one moment, we were sixty-nining and his balls were pressed to my closed eyes. The next moment I was on my back getting my ass eaten and stroked by his tongue, my hole grazed and scraped by his stubble. My cock rubbed raw by his face.

We both came at roughly the same time, loosing our ability to hold back. I was amazed at my own volume, I had cum earlier that day. He was amazed too. He couldn't stop talking about it for a few minutes, talking about how much cum I had shot as if I hadn't been there. As if I wouldn't believe him. It was fun and cute. Like listening to a child talk about his favorite ride at Disney World.

Much less time had transpired than I had thought. We were collapsed on his bed, me on top of him, both of us sweating and drying in the wake of his air conditioner. I rolled off him and he turned the lights out, the television on. We let the shows play quietly as we held each other in the darkness and kissed. When I got cold we shifted under the covers and I nearly fell asleep on his furry chest. When the sun had finally set, we both got dressed and he took me home.

But before that he took me to a restaurant. Neither of us had eaten yet, and it was late on a Sunday evening. We were far enough out of the city that places were actually closing up early. We tried a few places before we found a restaurant that was still serving, though they were out of certain foods, and had a very nice meal. It was actually the perfect way to end the weekend, and I was almost sad to start the next week after it.