about last night

last night's boy needed a dominant top to deliver total control, deep throat fucking (he's a pro cocksucker), and a good ass pounding. after three hours he left with a big smile on his face, spent. picture published with his permission.

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.

tom: absent without leave? only momentarily

high holy days in the city this past weekend: the infamous, notorious black party. tom was distracted for most of the weekend by this hottie, whom i met in the early hours of the morning on saturday and tore up the dance floor at the black party with that evening into sunday. i pounded his brains out this morning before putting him in a taxi that whisked him off to jfk. woof! sometimes one has to practice what one writes about! regular blog posts will resume shortly.

tom deflowers a virgin cocksucker

this is me in action. not today's action, but it's me...

several days ago i got a phone call from a fellow planning to visit new york who said that he'd never sucked cock before, but he wanted to experience it. he was wondering if i would take on a beginner.  most of all, he said, he wanted to learn to deepthroat. 

a widower, he'd only recently discovered this desire, this side of his sexuality.  and that desire had lead him ultimately to my blog.  of course i said yes; this was my ideal job presenting itself.  i eagerly agreed to meet up!

we talked a little when he arrived, and then i sat him on a stool, stood over him, and pressed his face into my crotch.  he undid my belt and jeans button and pulled open my fly.  i told him that i liked the feel of his hot, moist breath working its way through the cloth of my underwear and that it's a great way to make a guy good and hard; it's a great appetizer for the main course that's to follow.

after letting him steam me up for a little and get me growing, i reached down and slowly pulled my jeans and black calvin's down, revealing my pubes and the top of the shaft and then, inch by inch, slowly letting him see the whole thing, as it sprang out of the constricting underwear.  

i'm never sure whether to believe someone when they tell me it's their first time, but this guy seemed pretty straight-forward.  he also seemed sufficiently excited, anxious, eager, and out of his element.  he took me in his mouth immediately and tried to take me all the way, for instance.  i wasn't hard enough yet to go there, nor was he ready to take me.

so i told him to go easy and relax, we had plenty of time.  it was exciting for me to know that this "student" of mine had read my blog and was between my legs, eager to try things he'd read about, releasing desires he'd only dreamed about, and wanting to learn from me and from the situation.  he told me he'd found saytr films' "ream his straight throat" online and had been watching it.

it didn't take me long to spring into full hardness, and he was eager to experience it all the way down his throat--just as he'd said he would be.  he kept trying to force it deeper and deeper and the back of his throat kept me tightly locked out.

so following a tip from one of my buds mentioned earlier--the post about olive oil--i pulled out the natural miracle juice, poured it all over my cock, and slid my hard salami down over his tongue, back and forth a little knocking at the entrance of this throat, stood up to adjust the angle a litte, and sunk it home, deep into the back of his throat.

he liked it, much to my surprise, although it took the wind out of him. he was surprised to discover that he couldn't breathe with the cock down his throat.  he was an eager sucker, however, and was quick to dive back on my cock.  and for the rest of the time we were together, my cock was either down his throat or he was catching his breath, or his tongue was up my ass--he was surprised to find that he liked that.  grrr!

i took him into my bedroom and put him in the supine position on my bed.  my cock slid right down deep into his throat.  i've read that this position is sometimes easier for beginners.  and while that has not been my experience in the past, it was today.  he wanted me to cum in him, but wasn't sure if he wanted me deep down his throat or to come in his mouth. he was also a little concerned about hiv, so i carefully explained the levels of risk and my negative status. he wanted to go ahead.  i suggested it might be easier if deeper, and he agreed.  so i stroked to the edge, told him to get ready for some facefucking, sunk my cock deep into the back of this throat, and fucked him until i blasted deep down his throat.

he's coming back monday for another session.  i think we're both looking forward to it.

marcus iron: cocksucker

i met marcus iron several years ago at the dore alley festival in san francisco. i was with friends, he was with a friend, and there we stood, cruising each other fifty feet apart. he was wearing a white oxford shirt, bluejeans, a cowboy hat, and sunglasses. i suspected it was the famous porn star with the fat cock and the wrestler's body, object of my porncrush at the time, but without being able to see those dazzling eyes, I couldn't be sure.

eventually the opportunity presented itself, and i walked up and introduced myself. he didn't use his porn name, of course, so i asked to see his eyes. grrrr! those eyes. not only did they amaze me there on the spot and identify him to me, but they stayed locked onto mine virtually the entire time he was swallowing my cock to the pubes, and then when i fucked him on his back, and even while he was on his stomach. this is a boy who knows how to use his eyes, his ass, and, as you'll see in this short bj video, his mouth.  click here:

Paul Morris / Treasure Island Blog: Marcus Iron, cocksucker

thank you to the boy who forwarded this on to me!

notes to make a top hard

every once in a while i get a note from a bottom who really knows how to make this top hard. here are a few from today:

"SIR, i definitely have a hungry and talented throat! love to milk a man's cock deep in my throat, choke on it til the eyes water and the think [?] gob develops... can settle in on cock for hours!"

damn. hard to resist an invitation like this! thank you, boy!

the note reminds me of the smokin' hot scene from lucas entertainment's paris playboys where rafael alencar makes sebasitan ritz cry. a five-star woof--both for the video and for sebastian! click on the picture here of sebastian crying to order the video. you too can penetrate sebastian! or vicariously take his place!
one of my favorite cocksuckers--a lanky twenty-something boy with a bottomless throat and a muscular smooth body--is coming to see me tonight. we texted back and forth to set it up. he has a fantasy of going to sleep with my cock in his mouth. here's the conversation:

TI: hummmmm. sleep inside you tonight?

CS: i can but have to go home. like 8? does that work?

TI: that works

CS: cool. i'll be over at 8 then.

TI: still have address?

CS: i do. it's in my texts.

TI: we're going to time how long you can hold my cock buried deep down your throat. it will help to have a benchmark for future to work from...

CS: mmm. sounds hot. you're getting me hard.

TI: and it will be deep. as deep as i can force it. as long as you can stand it.

CS: we need to do the subway platform. that's your fantasy right?

TI: fuck yea. but i want photos of that.

CS: we can do my fantasy at your place

TI: and that is?

CS: would love to get on my knees while you're sitting on your couch. take off your shoes for you and some other clothes. suck you off while you're sitting there in your socks and underwear.

TI: that's tonight. and i'm going to sit there watching porn

CS: hot

TI: you do the work, i'm taking the pleasure

CS: sitting back with one hand behind my head making sure i take it all

TI: both hands forcing your head down on my thrusting pulsing rockhard manspear

CS: mmmmm. yea. have me lick your balls and pits in between. massage your socked feet while blowing you

TI: nice. now shut up and focus on your work cocksucker

CS: yessir

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.

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