it's all about ass: mine this time

i've never liked my own ass. i never found it "hot." but i'm in fort lauderdale for the long weekend, and yesterday's buddy fell in love with it. as soon as i got undressed, he was down there praising it, rimming, playing with it. a total bottom, he claimed, yet he was all over my ass, wanted to fuck me. that was okay. it often happens when i play with other tops that they are all over my ass. i love to be rimmed, love to have my ass played with. but i've never looked in the mirror or seen pictures of myself and gone "wow, what a great ass!" so i asked my buddy to photo it to show me what he saw that he thought was so cool.

after he got done admiring my ass, he asked me if i was "feeling anything." he'd slipped a "booty bump" of crystal meth up my ass without even asking me if that was okay—and it really wasn't. the funny thing is, i really think he thought he was doing me a favor. this was a "gift." my guess is that he'd seen in my ad that i sometimes "party" with clients and he assumed he could do this. for a whole variety of reasons this was not okay. he sent me flying into orbit, tina-dicked, and out of commission for the entire day. i should have charged him for the day!

this has been quite a week working fort bottomdale. never again! this is not a place for me. more on that in my next post: working the other side of the streets...

anyway, here are the vids and a photo.

reinvention time: new blog coming soon

hey guys.  i've come to feel constrained writing a blog that is exclusively about oral sex.  as much as i love it, and as much as i believe the material is there to write indefinitely about oral sex, i just don't want to.

i want to write about more than oral, and i don't want to have several blogs going.  so...

a new blog will emerge in the next month or two...  my working title is tom isern's topman archive.

titan's wonderboy and five-woof cocksucker: marco blaze

titan's "summer blaze": the first scene sizzles--or i guess i should say, blazes--all because of marco blaze. skipping the set-up, marco mark and john hill are playing with each other and being watched by blaze as he sits fingering his hole. eventually blaze is on his knees in front of the two. no bottom has ever looked better or more inviting on his knees! grrrr. marco's not an endurance deepthroater, but he goes down deep here, winning this blog's five-woof cocksucker award!

poll results

the blogs fifth set of polls were about popper use.

do you use poppers when giving head?  an astonishing 51% said "never."  only 7% said yes, always.  but 18% said frequently and 9% sometimes.  12% responded "rarely."  i'm not quite sure what to make of these results, except to admit that they surprise me.  i thought that popper use was more widespread among dedicated cocksuckers.  i'd love to know more about why folks do or don't use poppers.

a second poll asked why readers use poppers, and the results were pretty evenly divided:  to give beeter head (42%); to take cock deep (42%); to make it more enjoyable (48%); and poppers turn me on (44%).

in my experience, poppers help some bottoms open up to take cock nice and deep--either down the throat or up the ass.  others don't seem to need--or desire them--at all.

marco blaze: hotness redux; or "let me at him"

okay, give me that fuckin' gun. i'm moving in and taking over. i'll be only a little bit more gentle taking this one down! woof!

complaint: after this workover, the least this lazy poser of a top could do is bend him over, bind his ass down hard, and pound his brains into next week. if he's not going to do it, he needs to get out of my way!! that's what i have to say for today, anyway...

seriously, i find these photos both titillating and disturbing. titillating because i find marco blaze overwhelmingly attractive. titillating because i would like to dominate and rape the guy. disturbing because i find even the most violent image here to be in some inexplicable way sexually arousing. this is causing me to rethink the relationship between desire and aggression, sexuality and violence... i'm indexing sex and violence for future thought and discussion.

meeting and greeting: gay bars

a reader asks:  "where can i find partners to play with and develop my oral skills?"  how do you find cock?  it's such a basic question that it never occurred to me to write about it.  the internet has radically changed the worlds of meeting and hooking-up over the past ten to fifteen years.  older ways of meeting and greeting like bars and buddy booths and sex clubs suffered for a while, but they seem to be on the rebound.

bars are great places to meet and greet and socialize, especially if you like to drink.  i'm not much of a drinker, so i don't tend to hang out in bars, but they do have certain advantages.  you get to meet people in person, chat a little to see if you like each other, and then decide whether to take it to another level.  another advantage is that there's little stigma associated with walking into a gay bar, and they are more or less friendly places without a lot of semi-secret, coded behavior.

in large cities like new york, neighborhood bars have distinct flavors and distinct kinds of clientele.  the type of guy who hangs out at g-bar in chelsea is not the same kind of guy you'd meet--generally speaking--at the cock in the east village.  at g-bar one is more likely to meet young, white professionals, dressed in prada and discussing their wall street bonuses or the latest fashion trend they initiated.  an east village bar is more likely to attract people who are a little more alternative, maybe with tattoos, maybe with an edgy haircut, maybe with less attitude and a whole lot more fun in bed.  (sorry, i know my bias is slipping in here!)

another thing to know about bars is that they tend to be popular on certain evenings of the week and at certain times.  new york is a late city.  some bars don't start hopping until midnight or later.  the younger crowd, especially, waits until early morning to make its appearance.

sometimes bars host parties that can be a lot of fun. daniel nardicio, for instance, is a well-known party promoter who hosts fun events in new york.  his famous underwear parties are generally off-the-hook, low-attitude, sexy spaces to meet and greet and get down on your knees or put someone down on his knees.  there are also magazines, some call them "fag-rags," that are generally published weekly and list the main cultural, theatrical, musical, dining, and bar events.  new york's main one is next magazine.

disadvantages to bars are that people find talking about sex difficult and so it can be hard to say:  "gee, i'm looking for a cock to practice on."  it's hard to move from talking about your fire island share's new wood deck to the wood in your pants.  another disadvantage is that it can be difficult to get any kind of idea what the person looks like with his clothes off, or even more important--what he likes to "do" in bed!

these disadvantages, i believe, are really what fueled the explosion of online sites for hooking up, sites like manhunt, recon, gaydar, gayromeo, etc.  i'll write about these on my next post...

comfortably numb

this new product has been in the news quite a bit lately.  bill o'reilly demonstrated it on the factor last night.  he said he's old fashioned and, except for viagra, didn't really need chemical assistance.  who knew he was such a good cocksucker?

anyway, i've ordered some to try--not myself, of course--but i'll get a few bottoms to check it out on my cock and i'll report back to you.  if you have experience with it, please comment!

here's the manufacturer's description:

"Comfortably Numb is a flavored desensitizing spray specially formulated to reduce the discomfort associated with oral sex. The refreshing mist contains a mild numbing agent that coats the back of the throat, helping to suppress gag reflex and prevent discomfort during oral sex. Discreet enough to take with you wherever you go, this special spritz doubles as a breath freshener as well."

i especially like the idea that it's "discreet enough to take wherever you go."  what a great way to manage perception of the corporation's stinginess with quantity and flip it into a benefit.  on the other hand, they're also suggesting that oral sex might just belong places outside the bedroom, and we can appreciate that suggestion, even if o'reilly didn't.

comfortably numb can be ordered at amazon.com or on the fox news official website.

fucking the potential roommate: new rules from a spontaneous combustion

woof!  i put an add up saying "looking for a summer roomate" and an hour ago 6'2" dark italian hunk of a clark kent black smokey hair with a five o'clock shadow completely straight-looking smoldering black-eyed and rather hawkish unbelievable good looks saunters through my door.  he looked like the kind of guy who would have been homecoming king, class president, and a star football player, but here in very classy dark-blue corporate drag, his eyes glistened like black onyx, and at my apartment standing at the door knocking for entrance.

not my typical type--a little too masculine (i'm a more tom welling or brandon routh than chris reeve kind of guy), a little too perfect--but not the kind i'd kick out of bed either.  and not the kind i expect to be a passive bitch--but there you have it.  (i met him on a dom/sub website where calling the "boy" bitch is a term of endearment.)  so i showed him the apartment, trying to ignore the electricity arcing between us occasionally.  that attraction is sometimes best ignored.  left to itself, it tends to intensify.  it's a bit like letting a good wine breathe.  even though you know you could just dive in, and you want to do just that, and even when you know the wine is ready, sometimes it's best to let everything be at play for a little while.  let the desire ferment.  you don't want to be a total whore and fuck the dude before you know his name.  at least not every time.

so we're standing at the door, my hand on the knob to open it for his exit, desire arcing between us, me leaning in to open the door, him leaning into exit, our eyes a little too much on each other, our lips leaning forward for the casual peck on the cheek goodbye, when instead they brush one set over and then onto the other.  exploring.  locking.  horny reader, are you hard yet?  well i'm not writing just to make you hot and erect.  there are some "teachable moments" here.

new rule for tops:  if you want tail you have to have the courage to mount!  maintain confidence under all circumstances.  dogs do it, so can you!  "normally at this point i'd be ripping your clothes off and raping you," i said, "but i know you need to get back to work, do you have time?"  a smile.  a yes.  and i'm leading him in front of me to the bedroom with my hand clamped around the back of his neck.    now i did not grow up fucking dudes this hot.  and my inner brat was screaming:  "he's way out of your league."  but fifteen years of going around the block in new york has taught me one thing about bottoms:  they are attracted to confidence like bees to clover.  and they want you to want them and have the courage to show it.  it's frequently what they lack.  if you're a top and you don't have confidence, manufuckingfacture it or you're out of the game.  grow some balls, and fill them with desire!  then stuff the bottom full of your desire-hardened cock!  it's a timeless formula.

new rule:  how to deal with bad breath.  he didn't have it.  i thought i might.  but this tip works either way.  i took out my packet of listerine breath mints and said "i think my breath may be funky, and you don't need one, but do you want one?"  of course he took one.  bad breath is always a turn-off.  i was with someone a few months ago who said "if you really care for the person, bad breath shouldn't matter."  bullshit.  bad breath is bad breath.  take responsibility for your own, and don't ignore it in another, because it can torpedo your fun and make the whole scene go down like the lusitania.  the trick to dealing with bad breath:  simply be kind about it.  listerine breath mints can be fun.  get to know them.  there's also drops and mints.  i try to avoid things with sugar because they can actually make your breath worse later on.

new rule for tops:  if your bottom is gagging it's time for a quick check-in.  don't assume anything.  some bottoms live to be gagged.  i fucking love those guys.  i plow into their faces with abandon and they gag and gag and gag before thrusting me away to gasp for air.  and then what do they do?  they dive back onto my cock as if their life would end without it.  now that's paradise for a top like me, and apparently for them as well.  there are even a few bottoms out there who like to be gagged to the point of throwing up.  not exactly my scene and the clean-up is a bitch.  i mention it to illustrate the blog's number one rule:  don't assume anything about another person sexually.  just because something doesn't appeal to you is not evidence that another won't love it.  so i pulled my bottom bitch's head off my cock by his hair and asked him:  "are you the kind of bottom who likes to be gagged or not?"  he said he loved it.  i pushed his head back onto my cock and thrust it deep into his face.

new rule for everyone:  give folks the freedom and opportunity to be complex!  people tend to like more than one dish at the smorgasbord of erotic adventures.  and loving carrots doesn't mean you can't love broccoli or spinach as well!  i love deepthroaters.  and i write about it and praise them.  but it doesn't mean i don't love other types of cocksuckers (read my first post about blogger adventures from 1/18/2010) or rimmers or tight asses just as much.    people frequently see that i'm into bondage or oral or flogging or whatever and they assume that we're not a match because they're into vanilla.  bullshit.  give people the freedom and the opportunity to be complex!  just because the leather daddy is flagging dark blue for fucking doesn't mean he wouldn't like your lips locked around his cock.  just because my man from today looked like a football star didn't mean he wasn't going to allow me to wrestle him to the mattress.  and i did!

the scene was a kind of wam-bam and it was over quickly.  i asked him how much time he had and he didn't have a lot.  so after fucking his face for a short while, i lifted his legs over my shoulders and fucked the cum out of him.  i wanted him to cum while i was fucking him because i wanted him to want to come back for more--and sure enough--the second assignation is tomorrow night.  i then flipped him over so i could get a good visual of his ass and blew all over his back.