Tight

A few years ago when I was hanging out in northern California the popular word to describe anything good was, “tight.” You know like, did you see his tight new car, or that movie was so tight, or dude that new move on the dance floor is tight. It was kind of fun to use for a short time but mostly it was the younger guys, the 19 or 20 year olds, who pulled it off best. Anyway, after last night, I feel like I have a whole new understanding of the word; an understanding much more true to it’s Webster’s definition than to the lexicon of my friends in northern Cali. Joel’s ass was so tight I would have sworn he was a virgin.

A few years ago when I was hanging out in northern California the popular word to describe anything good was, “tight.” You know like, did you see his tight new car, or that movie was so tight, or dude that new move on the dance floor is tight. It was kind of fun to use for a short time but mostly it was the younger guys, the 19 or 20 year olds, who pulled it off best. Anyway, after last night, I feel like I have a whole new understanding of the word; an understanding much more true to it’s Webster’s definition than to the lexicon of my friends in northern Cali. Joel’s ass was so tight I would have sworn he was a virgin.

I was at a party on a roof-deck and it was hot as shit. It was the kind of night where you sweat just standing still. But there was good music, beers galore, and lots of eye- candy. After we’d been there for a while, after we’d all eaten some amazing burgers and other BBQ-type eats, it started to rain. It was just some sprinkles at first and most of us stayed up on the roof. A people used it as their excuse to leave and move on to other parties. Then, all of a sudden, it started to poor. We all grabbed what we could and rushed downstairs out of the rain. We shook ourselves off and made ourselves comfortable. A few guys wandered toward the back of the apartment and a few more left.

There were about ten guys left, all the girls had gone, and someone broke out some coke, and another guy a joint. I was wavering: did I want to get tweaked or mellow out? I opted for neither, grabbed another beer, and headed for the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom I could see that there was something going on in one of bedrooms. I walked that way and pushed open the door. There were three guys in there having a mini orgy. One guy was sitting on the side of the bed in a baseball cap and a t-shirt with his shorts undone getting a blowjob. The third guy was sitting in a desk chair, pants pooled around his ankles, stroking off on a major monster-cock while watching. There was a joint burning in an ashtray next to him. He smiled at me and waved me into the room.

I walked over to the ashtray and grabbed the joint. While taking a hit I grabbed hold of the monster cock and gave it a few strokes. Monster-cock-guy reached forward and unbuttoned my shorts and helped himself right inside my boxers. We did a little mutual jerking while I took a few more hits off the joint and then he got on his knees and started to suck me off. Two more guys came in the room and got busy on each other over on the other side of the bed. Baseball-hat-boy was moaning really loud and the guy blowing him pulled back, stood up, dropped his pants, and assumed the position to get reamed. Baseball-hat-boy didn’t miss a beat, he grabbed a rubber from the nightstand and launched right into the other guy’s ass. Monster-cock-guy pulled off my dick and turned around to feed his cock to the guy getting fucked by baseball-hat-boy. More clothes came off at that point but I was still wearing a t-shirt. My cock bobbing, needing some relief, I walked over to the other two guys on the other side of the bed. They were too into their own game though, but one of them half-heartedly jerked me a little bit. I wasn’t too into these guys so I pulled my cock back and started stroking myself.

Three other guys came in; David, the guy who lives here, was one of them. He had a huge grin on his face and was like, you guys started without me? I didn’t know David all that well; I’d met him and talked to him a bunch of times at the gym. We’d cruised each other a little bit in the shower but nothing more than that. He’s got a great bubble but, a nice chest, and small-ish dick. He didn’t seem at all surprised that there was an orgy happening in his bedroom and I was starting to wonder if he knew shit like this would go down when he invited me over. The rest of the people seemed to be pretty cool with an orgy breaking out, no one seemed shocked or anything. Either way, looking down at the eight or so mostly naked guys in here, I was glad he did invite me.

I blew my first load in baseball-hat-boy’s mouth and it felt great. He licked up every last drop. A second later, a tall, skinny guy came up to me holding his dick like he was in pain. He was like, I’m really into pecs, can I cum on your chest? So I was like, sure I guess so. He asked me to lie down on the floor – which I did – and then he knelt down and straddled me and jerked himself off onto my chest. He shot an impressive load but when he was done that wasn’t the end of my duty. He asked me to continue to lie there while he massaged him cum into my body. This was a first for me. I had been in on a few muscle worship scenes but nothing quite like this – at an orgy no less. But the massage felt great and he made his way down to my cock and milked it pretty well. Since I had just cum though, I needed a break and after a few more minutes excused myself to get a drink. (And to do a bump of coke but don’t tell anyone because I don’t do coke).

When I came back into the room monster-cock-guy was still lying on the bed and he waved me over to him. I got hard as I approached him; there was so much going on around me it was hard to stay soft. He asked me if I could fuck him hard, really hard. I said sure, never one to run from a challenge. I suited up and dove in but it was tough. This guy’s ass ring was like a steel Cheerio. How the fuck did the other guys get in here, I wondered. With prodding from him I pushed forward and my head popped through the ring. As I slid my shaft up his ass it was the best feeling ever: so soft and hard at the same time and warm and moist. His ass was choking my cock like it never had been before. All he kept saying was harder, more, deeper, and I kept giving it to him, slamming as hard as I could and he kept pushing back against me as hard as he could. His super-taut ass chute milked me for all I was worth. I came so hard; so fucking hard, deep up his ass. God, it was amazing and all I could say – once I got my breath back – was tight. Your ass is so tight.

It’s Hot As Fuck

It’s hot and sticky outside. Usually I like those descriptors, but that’s only when they are used in relation to my sex life. The weather is really sucking. And tonight I’m going to a party on roof deck. What do I wear in weather like this? I’d like to go naked but I suppose that’s not how the night should begin. Perhaps it will end that way though…

Not So Sexy Sunday

I had every intention of watching True Blood and going to bed early last night but my friends Nick and TJ were just too tempting. They came by at about 9:30 – right in the middle of a hot vampire sex scene – and said they wanted to go to this Sexy Sunday party in the Meatpacking. I hemmed and hawed for a bit while they did some shots and tried to get me to partake. Eventually I relented, threw on jeans and an old standby t-shirt (it’s a washed-out red Nantucket t-shit that’s strategically ripped just over my left nipple), and headed out with them.

I had every intention of watching True Blood and going to bed early last night but my friends Nick and TJ were just too tempting. They came by at about 9:30 – right in the middle of a hot vampire sex scene – and said they wanted to go to this Sexy Sunday party in the Meatpacking. I hemmed and hawed for a bit while they did some shots and tried to get me to partake. Eventually I relented, threw on jeans and an old standby t-shirt (it’s a washed-out red Nantucket t-shit that’s strategically ripped just over my left nipple), and headed out with them.

The clubs were hopping and after a few hours we lost TJ when Bill J. – his major crush – started paying him all sorts of attention. TJ looked really good: he’d been working out like crazy, was seriously tan, and his hair was all messy-trendy. I was cruising around and eye-fucked a few guys but nothing too serious developed. At one point this Middle- Eastern guy with a goatee and oiled hair came up to me and stuck his finger through the hole in my shirt. I was like, um hi. And he was like, I like your shirt. I said, I could tell, and then he started flicking my nipple with his finger. I smiled and pulled his hand off my chest. He looked crestfallen, like a sad little boy, and I said, maybe later guy, and went off to find Nick.

Nick was having no luck in the boy department – he wasn’t even getting groped by weird Middle Eastern guys – so we decided to ditch the party and go grab some pizza. After the pizza we stopped in to a local bar for a few more drinks. I met a cute boy named Shawn who was totally into my program but then his friend had some catastrophe and Shawn had to go assist. Whatever. And another few drinks and another bar. It was after three by the time we stumbled out of the last bar and tried to get a taxi home.

Nick ended up crashing at my place, in my bed, but nothing really happened. We’ve always had this indefinable relationship where sometimes we kiss or grope each other but we’ve never gone any further. Last night we cuddled in our underwear – which is the farthest we’ve ever gone – but there was no sex. This morning when I had to get up he was still sleeping so peacefully (even though my alarm had been going off for ten minutes) and he looked so sexy that I sprung a rod. If I wasn’t already late to work I would have wanted to play with his sleeping body to try to arouse him awake. But I was a good boy and went to take a shower instead.

Now my head is throbbing but at least the day is half over. I have a presentation to attend this afternoon and then I should be able to duck out of here around 5. I’m supposed to play tennis tonight but I’m not sure I’m going to make it.

A Total Bust

Shit. The first day I start this thing and I’m home at 9:30. Alone. The night was kind of a bust. Not much going on in the bars. After my second beer of the night I started to get this intense headache and I decided to ditch the bar scene. On my way out of the bar I did see Robby, this guy I’ve tricked with a few times. He looked cute tonight in a super- tight and slightly ripped T-shirt, but there was this skinny guy hanging all over him so I just kept walking. I’m definitely not up for a 3some tonight.

So now I’m home, chilling with a fattie and another beer (the mary jane killed the headache) and I’m about to ditch this site and hit up a few of my favorite stroke sites. Until later boyz.