confession of a topman

walking along broadway tonight i saw these.  almost came in my pants.  but this is new york post-giuliani.  nothing very exciting is going to exist under anything this public...just clothes. 

so today i'm going to tell you a little about me. and here are some pics of me at play. 

 a confession:  i'm a convert to oral sex.  when watching porn, i used to fast-forward through it to get to the "real" stuff.  when dvds replaced vhs tape, i was actually relieved that i wouldn't have to watch any oral (or any other introductory material or story line) but could jump directly to what i wanted:  big dick plowing into hot ass.  i always assumed that oral was what the bottom did to get the top ready to bang him and that there wasn't much more to it.  and i didn't need any of it--i was hard and ready to fuck a hot bottom in a few seconds notice.  i'm still a little this way--when i see a hot guy on the street, the first thing i check out is the ass.  never the "package"--i leave that for my bottom friends.

just this last saturday night, for example, i met a guy on manhunt who told me that he was the only top in a room full of hot bottoms.  he needed help.  after looking at the pics of a few of them, i stuffed my cock in my tight whites and headed for the hotel pennsylvania.  when i arrived, i found an exhausted top sitting on manhunt and four horny bottoms waiting for something hard to ride.  one in particular caught my eye--a very dark-skinned black guy just a little shorter than myself, built like a college athlete, with the arrogant air of a rap star, dark eyes that glistened like marbles, and pecs the size of grapefruit that i later used as manhandles as my cock pounded up into his ass.  his beard was trimmed close into lines that began with his sideburns and ran down to form a gotee, closely trimmed to the skin, outlining a face that looked chiseled out of black marble.  woof!  i fucked him at the hotel.  he came home with me and i fucked him until 5:30 a.m.  i fucked him again last night.  there was no oral.  just down to business top stuff.


i'm a top.  i'm an ass man.  i always have been.

a few years ago, however, i started to meet bottoms who were really talented cocksuckers.  my "conversion" to oral started when i met a guy who could lay on his back, on my bed, with his head hanging over the edge of the mattress.  i would slip my cock down his throat, wrap my thighs around his face, lock his head into place, pin his arms behind his back, and slide my dick deep down his throat.  i discovered that i could even forcefully rape him in that position and he fuckin' loved it--loved being facefucked until he gagged and gagged and gagged.  and then he'd beg and arch for my cock when i pulled it out and away from his face.  i couldn't believe it.  and he'd say that he finally found a top who knew how to use a bottom.  i've come to love bottoms who can take a good skull-fucking.  i like being in charge, on top, in control, the bottom's hair clenched in my fist, his shoulders pinned against the wall by my legs, my cock throbbing in the base of his throat.  sometimes i think about letting him come up for air.

so that's how i started exploring the wide world of oral.  this blog, in part, is a chronicle of that adventure, dedicated to all the hot men who have made my cock hard and thick and happy.