The Zone (Fiction) - Chapter 5

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I apologize that I have not posted anything lately.  I find myself moving once again to a new city and I have not had time to have as much fun as I am accustomed to, or write any of it down.  I have had some fun encounters and I will post them shortly, but in the meantime I wrote  a new chapter in a story that some of you apparently like.  I hope you like this additional chapter.  Ciao.

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It had been only a few minutes since Martin had left the room.  I had remained in place, sitting on the edge of the bed, not knowing what to do.  Martin had indicated that some guy named Maldito had arrived and wanted to see Arturo.  I had no idea who this ‘Maldito’ was but clearly Arturo did and it had him concerned. 

He had gotten up from the bed and started to pace the room slowly, his head down, looking at the floor with a worried expression locked in place.  A few minutes earlier he had appeared to be somewhat out of it due to whatever it was he was snorting up his nose.  He was now much more focused, although I could see in his half-closed eyes that he was still feeling the effects of the drugs.  As if coming out of a dream Arturo suddenly looked up and saw himself in one of the many mirrors, shook his head, realizing that he was still naked, and walked to where he has tossed his jeans and started to put them on.  He had just put his second foot through his jean leg and was pulling them up to his waist when the door opened.

Into the room walked the biggest man I have ever seen in my life.  As he walked in I couldn’t help notice that the top of his head cleared the doorframe by mere inches.  I also noticed that he was not only tall, but wide as well; his shoulders appeared to come close to brushing the sides of the doorway.  He was dressed in a dark blue, pinstripe, two-piece suit, with a red floral pattern tie.  I had been to my father’s office many times and I knew an expensive suit when I saw one; this man was dressed to kill.  His shoes were black and shined to the point where the single light bulb in the room glared off their tips.  He was wearing dark sunglasses and as he walked in the room he slowly pulled them off with his right hand, folded them, pulled his jacket open, and slid them into the inside suit pocket. 

The Man who knew how to make an entrance.

Hitting The Showers

I just got back from the gym and had some unexpected fun.

I work out in the afternoon so the gym I go to is rarely crowded.  Today was no exception with no more than 15 or so people working out.  The gym isn't one of those large chains that you find in every city, but a locally owned gym owned by a middle age couple that I have met and know on a first name basis.  It's not very large but has all of the basics that one needs to stay in shape.  It being smaller is one of the reasons I like it.  I generally like to people watch as I work out and in a smaller gym you get to know your surroundings, meet people, and it's just more of an overall personal experience.

I was half way through my workout when I saw this middle age woman who looked to be around 45 or so.  She appeared to not really understand how the machine she was using worked and as I was watching her this tall, young kid came up to her and proceeded to show her how to do the exercise.  This kid was probably around 6'2", not beefy, but not skinny either.  He was white and he had a baby face on him.  He looked to be around 18 or 19.  He was most likely either a senior in high school or a freshman in college. 

I am not attracted to younger guys in general.  As I've gotten older I find that I am attracted to guys close to my age.  So when I was in my 20s I generally played with guys in their 20s also, and now that I'm in my 40s I play around with guys around my age.  Although I keep to my own age it doesn't stop me from noticing at times how incredibly sexy some of these young guys are.  I'm not sure what it was about this kid, but it was something about how young he looked and yet here he was at least a couple of inches over six feet tall.  It was that strange look of youth and masculinity that only hangs around for a few years as boys turn into men.

The Finisher

I have previously written about one particular trip to Ft. Lauderdale where I spent an entire weekend giving up my hole to anyone and everyone.  You can read about some of my encounters over this wild weekend here.  This is going to be about the last guy that fucked me the first night I arrived in Ft. Lauderdale.  I think of him as The Finisher

When I first got online and set up at the Days Inn in Ft. Lauderdale I received a message on BBRT from a guy who was only interested in connecting with me after I was done for the night.  He wanted to be the last guy to fuck me.  It was early on a Friday afternoon when I arrived and before I had even met with the first guy he had sent me the message.  I was honest with him and told him that more than likely it could be very late, possibly around 2:00 to 3:00 when I finished.  He told that it didn't matter how late it was but that when I felt like I had had enough he wanted to come over and play.  His profile didn't particularly stand out from the others.  Per his profile was 39, 5'8", and weighed 150-159 lbs.  He only had one picture in his profile which was of him with his shirt on, standing outside, and wearing a  baseball cap.  He didn't have any cock pics.  He just had the one picture that could easily have been his Facebook profile picture.  His profile heading was simple and to the point: Top Looking for Bare Ass.  He listed his cock as large.  That was it.

As he was sending me his message and I was corresponding back I already was getting my first fuck lined up which turned out to be a pretty rough Latino guy.  At the time I was intrigued but I honestly wasn't paying that much attention to a guy who probably would be nowhere to be found when I was done for the evening.  I told him that I would let him know when I was done and then I quickly forgot about him knowing that the first guy was going to be coming over.  I then set about getting as much cock as possible and as luck would have it I found quite a few that night.  I had several very intense hookups that I have written about, but I also had some quick drive by cum-n-dumps that lasted no more than 10 minutes.  I liked all of it and my hole was getting used and abused in a way that far exceeded my expectations.

Back Into The Light

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Strange But Hot Encounter

This past Friday the 25^th I was playing around on the computer, not really cruising, but actually catching up on the news, reading reviews of new movies that had just opened in theaters, watching some YouTube videos, etc.  It was after work and the beginning of the Holiday weekend so I was just chilling and glad that I had the next few days off.  I also pulled up the standard gay cruising sites but as it was 6:00 or so in the afternoon I didn’t expect there to be many guys online.  Also, I just wasn’t all that horny.  There could be someone online though who was looking for later that weekend and I knew that it never hurt to just open the sites and then periodically check for any incoming e-mails while I did other stuff on the computer.

I had been reviewing my financials and was quite bummed at how the stock market has been doing the past couple of weeks (the DOW down over 1000 points… Jesus Christ my 401K is getting killed), when I saw that I had a couple of new emails.  One from BBRT and the other from Manhunt.  I opened BBRT and it was from a guy in his mid-40s with a few naked pics, and an otherwise scarce profile.  I did notice that he indicated he had a big dick, and there were a few pics where he showed his cock but the photos were not very good, probably taken from a phone or cheap camera.  You could see his cock but they were body shots and all I could see was that he had something hanging between his legs.  His profile also indicated he played at his place, which caused me pause because I rarely go to other guys’ places, preferring to whore out my hole at home.

His message was the standard, “What’s up?” which is fairly common and usually just tossed out there to see if the other guy is interested.  I like guys who are more to the point and aggressive but I always reply back regardless and sent him a non-committal message telling him I was just chilling and ‘checking things out.’

I then opened up Manhunt and low and behold the same guy had sent me a message there as well.  The screen name was the same, as were the pics and the minimal profile.  He indicated he was vers/top, which for me is usually a good sign as I rarely top.  I’ve noticed that most guy don’t outright lie about as to whether they are top or bottom (although it does happen…) but a guy who at least advertises he’s vers but then tosses in Top as well usually is a better opportunity because my profile lists me as strictly Bottom.  I don’t even play around with the vers crap.  I’m a bottom… I get fucked up the ass.  I gave up on any ‘versatile’ descriptions of myself years ago when I hooked up and some of the guys wanted to get fucked even when we had arranged that I would be getting fucked.  Any versatile description left in my profile was enough for some guys to think I was going to pound their hole also, which I never did.  So no more vers for me.  Any guy who took the time to read my profile knew that I didn’t top and strictly wanted cock up my ass.

I noticed on his Manhunt profile that he was ‘negative’ and played ‘safe only.’  That, of course, was not what he has listed on his BBRT account.  I’ve found a lot of guys advertise differently depending on the site but I don’t get hung up on it.  I assume whatever the nastier description is usually what the guy is into.  If someone talks about kissing and cuddling on one site but then says they are into watersports and fisting on another… I have a good idea of what they really want to get into.

The message he sent me on Manhunt was the same from BBRT and I responded the same as well, and added that I was the other guy on BBRT and we had just chatted on that site.  I have pretty much the same pictures and he probably already knew that. I was curious though if he responded what site he would use as it would be a clear indication of what type of shit he wanted to get into, assuming it even got that far.   Would he be the bareback top or the safe only top?

Sure enough after a few minutes I got another message from him on… BBRT.  I thought to myself, “Cool, we got that cleared up.”  It was a short message and he indicated he had some time to hook up if I could play now. 

Mexican Buddy

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The Zone (Fiction) Chapter 4

I was nervous.  I wouldn’t exactly say I was scared, but I was definitely very, very nervous.  Here I was, sitting on a bed, in my underwear, in a bizarre bedroom that looked like it was designed for a cheap porn shoot.  What made it worse is that I could see exactly how I looked.  In the mirrors plastering the walls I saw a scared kid that at one time used to be confident, even cocky, but now was barely holding on to what little self-respect he had left.  I kept running my fingers through my hair nervously, taking deep breaths, and trying to sort it all out. 

I was by myself for about 10 minutes when the door opened.  I was startled, but relaxed when I saw that it was Arturo.  He came in with his drink still in hand, ignoring me and walked over to the only table in the room.  I didn’t say anything as he opened the drawer under the table and pulled out a small hand mirror and set it on the table.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper.  He carefully opened the packet and I could see what at first looked like white powder.  I thought it was cocaine which I had seen a couple of times before at parties, but when he scattered some of the contents onto the mirror I could see that it was not a powder but more like tiny, clear pebbles, or crystals. He poured a few of these crystals on the mirror, refolded the paper, and put it back in his pocket.  He then reached into his other pocket and pulled out a small pocket knife.  He flipped open one of the blades and then proceeded to carefully chop the crystals.  There was a look of concentration on his face as he chopped away, then scooped the now more finer particles into a pile, chopped again with his knife, then repeated the process over and over.  His eyes never left the mirror and it was clear he had done this many times.

After a couple of minutes leaning over the mirror and going through this repetitive process he finally stood up, carefully licked the edges of the blade, and then folded the it and put the pocket knife back in his pants.  He then reached into his back pocket and pulled out what looked like a small, clear straw but as I looked closer I saw that it was a plastic ballpoint pen that had the insides removed.  He then leaned over the desk where he had just formed 6 lines of the unknown powder on the mirror.  Taking the hollowed out pen he then proceeded to put one end to his nose, leaned all the way over the table, placed a finger over his left nostril, and then starting at one end of the lines began to inhale, moving the straw as he did.  The line of powder disappeared as the plastic tube approached, as if picked up by a vacuum hose, and disappeared into his right nostril.  He stood up, leaned his head back, and quickly pinched and tugged on his nose several times with his left thumb and forefinger as he continued to inhale.

With his other hand still holding the plastic tube he held it out to me acknowledging my presence for the first time since he entered the room and asked, “Want some?”

Beginnings

“Bend over the desk.”

It was the request I heard a couple of weekends ago on Sunday the 22nd.  I had been on my knees sucking the cock of a fuck buddy of mine for less than minute.  He had walked in my unlocked condo only a couple of minutes earlier.  His cock had since gotten hard and as I pulled my mouth off I made a concerted effort to leave some spit on his cock.  This fuck bud was a ‘spit’ guy for the most part and although I always kept a bottle of lube easily accessible on my nightstand he, and many others, often ignored it.

I hadn’t been sucking his cock long but my knees still cramped slightly as I slowly stood up.  I walked the few feet over to my desk, bent over, and placed my hands on the oak top.  I was already nude except for a jock strap having taken off my clothes before he had arrived.  His demands were he always wanted me nude except for the jock strap, waiting in the bedroom, with the door unlocked.  He would text when he was a minute out and I would get ready. 

As I got into the position with my legs spread he was still in his clothes, with just his now hard cock sticking straight out.

My Fuck Buddies - The Top From The Middle East

When not traveling each of us is obviously restrained by the location of our homestead.  I admit my juices get flowing and my mind gets more sexually intoxicated when I am traveling.  However, at the end of the day each of needs those 'ole reliable fuck buddies' to keep things interesting in the interim.  It takes time but hopefully if you are lucky and you do a little ground work you can find guys who not only want a hole to fuck but they also are looking for someone who is reliable where they know that they can make a phone call or text and in the next couple of hours they will be dumping a load.  I have a few regular fuck buddies and why each of them in their own way make my life oh so enjoyable when I'm in my home base.

The Muslim - when it comes to finding a good fuck buddy it's always nice to find that surprise guy who you would never in your wildest dreams think would be wanting to fuck and drop a load on a moment's notice.  I met this guy several years ago.  I won't get into too much of his background, but I do find it exciting knowing that this guy lives in a world so unlike mine, yet still has the same basic desires just to get naked, fuck, and cum just like any other guy.   He's tall, thirty something, very dark complected, and a nice tool hanging between his legs.

The Zone (Fiction) Chapter 2&3

I originally wrote two additional chapters on Nifty, but I have combined 

them into one post on here.  

Chapter Two

It was a Sunday afternoon and my mother and I were returning home after a
shopping trip to the mall.  It had been a good day for the most part.  My
mother did not get a chance to spend much time with me lately as I was often
running about with my friends.  She enjoyed getting caught up on what was
happening in my life.  I had also had a pretty good day as the car was now
packed full of the new clothes that I would be taking with me when I headed
for college in a few weeks.   It was a good trade off.  My mother got to
hear about what movies I saw with my friends and I got clean underwear.

"So, you never did tell me about that fight you got into last week.  Who was
it with?" my mother asked, keeping her eyes on the road.

"Nobody you know," I answered, quickly trying to think of a way to change
the conversation.  My mother had noticed the red marks of my face the
weekend before.  I had lied and told her I had a fight with a friend.  At
the time she knew that I wasn't in the mood to talk about it, but evidently
she had not forgotten and now wanted an explanation.

"Well, I don't like it," she said.  "I didn't bring you up to get into
fights.  It's not like you."

"Mom, I really don't want to talk about it," I replied, not thinking of
anything that might get her off the subject.

After a pause, "I realize you're a young man now and I can't expect you to
tell me everything, but I've been worried.  You haven't been yourself this
past week.  You've been up in your room every night.  You normally come down
and spend some time with your dad and I, but you haven't all week."  She
wasn't going to let this one drop.

"Mom, really, everything is fine.  I just had a little problem last week but
now everything is OK.  Trust me, everything is fine."

"It's a girl, isn't it?"

The Zone (Fiction)

I've only written fiction twice.  I've had a couple of people ask me if I wrote any other stories and the answer is yes, but only a couple and they were many years ago.  When I originally wrote this back in 2003.  I posted it on Nifty and received a lot of good feedback.  I don't think there were blogs back then so I put it on Nifty.  I strongly encourage folks to support Nifty as it has been a great site for readers and writers like myself who enjoy dabbling with erotic writing as a hobby.  What's great about nifty is there is no judging.  Anyone can write a story and submit it to Nifty for anyone to read.  It was only after reading many, many stores on Nifty that I even thought about writing one myself, and this story was the result.  The name of the story, The Zone, is explained in the story and although this story is made up, fiction, the aspect of being in The Zone is quite real and sexually I find myself being in The Zone very, very often.  I wrote two more chapters, but sadly I did not finish it as it was a point in my life where I was too busy with work and life in general.  I hope people like it and I'm hoping I'll get the creative juice to finish it off.

Florida Motel Cump Dump - Part Three

When I first started hooking up with guys I was literally stuck cruising parks, bookstores, and bathhouses - the big three.   If you wanted to find a quick hook up these places were literally the only places where you stood a chance of getting a quick fuck.  I was never into the bar scene except for when I was in college and the few years after where I loved going to the dance clubs.  However I rarely hooked up with guys from the bars, but instead just had fun socializing with friends, dancing, and having a genuinely good old fashion good time.  I'd say goodbye to my friends at last call and head home...or so they thought.  Instead I'd go in search of trouble, and more often then not I'd be wandering around in moonlit bushes, cruising dark hallways in the backrooms of book stores, and generally searching for other guys like me where I knew I would find them.  I wouldn't go home until my hole had been fucked, and fucked over as many times if possible.

Over the years I've waned off of parks and cruisy spots, and I currently don't live anywhere near a bathhouse.  However thanks to some really smart guys (and gals) coming up with amazing technology there are newer, and easier, ways for guys like me to hook up with other pigs.  The Internet has definitely been the biggest change, but the most recent and one that I am still getting somewhat used to are the mobile apps.

I usually play at my place, or when I'm traveling I connect out of my hotel.  I rarely will connect with guys at their place.  Call me lazy, but so far I've found that many guys have no problem wanting to come to my place.  I know many guys need a place to play so I don't feel guilty about them coming to me.  But lately, within the past year as far as I can tell, the new mobile sex apps have started to pop up everywhere.  I'm sure most guys know what these are, but if not they are programs that you can download on your smart phone that have the capability for you to log onto your favorite hookup site while you are out getting groceries, washing the car, stopping off at the gym... you get the picture.  I'm not an expert at these things but they definitely have opened up a universe of men who otherwise may not have been able to fuck around, or needed to fuck around on a tight schedule.

Most of the connect sites now have a way where you can tell if someone is sending you a message from their phone - usually a little icon of a phone next to their message, go figure.  When I see these I usually reach out to them with a little more interest knowing that there is a good chance they are looking and probably need to have a place to play.  I've even received messages from guys who were just driving around looking for guys nearby and searching via the new GPS location software on their phones. 

Another of the fucks that I got in Ft. Lauderdale was a guy just like this.  As he described in his message he was on his lunch break, which actually was early evening as he worked the evening shift apparently.  He already knew exactly where I was due to my profile description and he was texting me while driving around.  He only had a few minutes and after a quick couple of exchanges he said he was on his way.

The Cellar

I'm still playing around with this 'blog' and trying to figure out how it works.  It's not very fancy, but I don't think of writing about sex as porn where you need a lot of pictures of guys fucking.  There are thousands of websites like that which is great, and I certainly peruse them just like the next guy.  However it's been fun, and in a way theraputic,  to have a place where I can simply write down my experiences without a lot of annoying ads, or other distracting images flashing on and off the screen.  There's a reason I think Google became what it is today is they kept it simple.  I'm trying to do the same thing as in the end I have to admit selfishly that I'm doing this for myself.  Like I said I think this is somewhat theraputic because there have been times when I've asked myself, "Is there something wrong with me?"  And in trying to answer that question I have been all over the place in trying to find the answer.  So far all I know is I need to keep looking.

I enjoy thinking and remembering the sex I've had and then writing about it.  Gay guys are a complicated bunch and although I know that straight people are just as kinky, I do think that gay men are different in how they approach sex.  I kind of feel sorry for straight men who I believe want more sex than they are getting.  I'm sure there are exceptions where some straight men are lining up women left and right and having the wildest sex they can think of, but these guys most likely are in a very small minority.  But here in the wonderful universe of gay men ANY of us can, and many of us do, go out and really find it... and find a lot of it.  I'm not saying gay men are piggier than straight men, but I do believe than gay men just have more opportunities to act on those urges.

Speaking of acting out on my urges I definitely found the opportunity to have some fucking hot pig sex when I spent this past Christmas (2011) in Toronto.  I'll keep this one short and just set up the situation.  I did my pre-work a couple of weeks before I even left and found out that Toronto has several bathhouses.  Where I live there aren't any, so I knew I would have to take advantage of the opportunity to check a few of them out.  One in particular caught my attention.  It was called The Cellar.  The name pretty much describes how this place is set up.  As a first I'm going to try to put up a picture on here of what the entrance to The Cellar looks like.  I didn't take this picture, but the entrance is quasi hidden.  The only thing on the door is the street number address.  Once you open the door though  you have stairs that go down and it looks like this.  The blue door is at the bottom of the picture.  You can't see the stairs in this photo, but they are steep and this is all you see when you start to go down this somewhat dingy and a little spooky entrance.

Florida Motel Cum Dump - Part Two

Although not necessary I would recommend reading Part One before reading this installment.  Also, when I write about my sex life I am usually doing something else, or as they like to say at work, I'm 'multi-tasking.'  Outside of getting my hole pounded I'm about as normal as you get.  For example I'm writing this now while watching Baltimore and New England in the AFC Conference Championship game.  I know a lot of my gay friends don't like Football, but I sure as fuck do.  Football is fun to watch.  Heck, if you like hot guys it's fun just to watch for that reason alone.  For example:  Ray Lewis who plays for the Ravens for example.  6'1", 250 lbs, 35 years old... the dude is fucking hot and his attitude and masculinity is over the top. I have to admit I've wondered what it would be like to have someone like him tear up my hole... damn, I'm getting hard thinking about it.

But I digress... back to the dumpy Days Inn motel in Fort Lauderdale where I was slutting out my hole for a few days before taking off on a cruise.

I had already been dicked down right out of the gate by an aggressive Latino top and it had me hungry for more.  As I sat down in a chair at the desk and got online again I did notice something that was fairly unusual for me. My hole was sore.  I can take a rough fuck just as good as the next guy but I am only human and there are times when your hole can take a beating and your head can override the pain, but also be damaged enough where after the fuck you start to slowly realize that maybe you pushed it a little to far.

Florida Motel Cum Dump - Part One

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