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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