welcome to the fuck house

welcome...

2008-08-02T18:53:00.002-04:00

...to my blog, fuckers.

i just dont have time for this

2008-08-01T19:17:00.000-04:00

it just got to be too much. over and over again, i heard “you should blog”. but, i would say, i don’t really have time to blog. i’m either having sex, or dealing with my kids, or, i dunno, doing other stuff... and then i would feel like my argument was waning. so i would get real quiet, and whomever i was with would inevitably say, “you have stories to tell, marcus... people will want to read them”.

ugh. i just couldnt deal with yet another thing to do. i mean, i’ve got seventeen pages of phone numbers, (20 names with info to a page) to enter into my computer. and i need to log notes on my last six clients. i just dont have time for this. but now, thanks to viviane, this is a reality. she’s just come to me in some apartment somewhere in new york city, and in the last ten minutes she tied me down to set this up.

well, she didnt really tie me down. (although she did flog my balls last week...) oooooooh --- this is gonna be fun. welcum to my present life.

a slice in the life - this past weekend

2008-07-30T17:25:00.001-04:00

fucked a man sideways as his gf watched. she got so hot that she climbed into him, and fucked his dick at same time. then i fucked her too, so he could watch, so she could moan, so i could rule with my dick! within an hour, i had said goodbye to them, and was meeting an armed services major who just flown in from iraq in the morning. he hadnt had sex in two years- and had NEVER been fucked. later that evening, there he was, pleading with marcus, "please dont take it out... please dont take it out!!!" EIGHTEEN hours later we were kissing each other goodbye on the street. the night was passionate, steamy, thick, alive. i fell asleep with my head on his furry chest, and awoke in the morning to him sucking my cock. next session was an hour after that, an afternoon fuck-a-thon with a happily married man who swings with his wife- he was checking me out to see if i met the standards of playing with his wife. when he came, his orgasm was so intense that he broke down in torrents of tears. a shower, a french bistrot dinner on him, a cigar with my new fuck buddy client, and i was back in my studio. suddently its 8pm, and im fucking another virgin, who tells me later that it was the most mind-blowing thing he has ever done. as i'm plugging him, he yells, "yeah, man, fuck that virgin ass! your first virgin ass! take it!" whereupon i slap him upside the head, cram my hand down his mouth to shut him up, and tell him that he is NOT the first virgin ass i've fucked today... he is NUMBER TWO!

show & tell

2008-07-29T00:29:00.000-04:00

By Meg

i spent five hours on public transportation yesterday and another three today just so i could spend roughly 18 hours up at jefferson's place. do i even need to mention that those 18 hours were worth the eight hours of travel?

more impressive, though, is the fact that i found myself back on a septa train, riding back into philly earlier this evening to meet sadie for dinner. as we sat across the table from each other catching up on the events of the week that separated tonight from the last time we were together, she interrupted me.

"i'm sorry meg, but the bruises on your chest are distracting me. how are you going to teach tomorrow?"

"i'll wear a t-shirt. no tank tops for the next two days while i'm at school. at least the room i use is air-conditioned."

"i think you might need to wear long sleeves."

"nah, bruises on the arms are easy to explain."

"so, you had a good time up in nyc, then?"

our waitress arrives with my vegan wonton soup and sadie's vegetarian spring rolls. i savor a few spoonfuls of the salty broth, watching her waiting for my answer before i rest the spoon in my bowl.

"sadie, this guy marcus - he gave me the best bite i've ever while we were taking a shower last night."

i pause and watch that greedy, envious look flash across her pretty brown eyes. sadie loves to be bitten.

sadie also likes to bite.

"shut up, you whore. there's no way it was better than that time i bit you at aidan's."

"i'm sorry girl, but it most certainly was. i came from the bite alone."

i go back to sipping at my soup.

"no you didn't."

"yes, i sure as hell did. i couldn't even hold myself up. he had me pinned against the corner of the shower and i just sort of collapsed into his arms."

"this is so unfair. wait, who's marcus?"

"a friend of jefferson's."

"ohhh, so you were at one of those parties last night?"

"yeah."

"how many people were there this time?"

"umm..."

i put the spoon back into my bowl and start counting on my fingers. i must look like a second grader trying to count change during math time. sadie stops me.

"ok, ok - so more than last time?"

"yeah, more than last time. oh! and this morning, i came so hard with jefferson. it was so intense - it just kept coming on, wave after wave and it was so hot because..."

"alright, stop talking."

after dinner, we walk over and order drinks at a starbucks in a nearby hotel. our conversation is no longer focused on sex, but after we finish our drinks, i pull her into the bathroom in the hotel lobby and lift my shirt to show her the two bite marks on my stomach.

"those are from marcus?"

"no, those are from jefferson."

i let the fabric of my shirt drop back to my waist and pull down the neckline.

"these are from marcus."

Fuck House

2008-07-28T08:53:00.000-04:00

by Jefferson
A Thursday in August
Fuck House

Editor’s note: Much as I hate to break the narrative thread by posting out of sequence, I have to report on breaking news. The next post will be back to the story, cross my heart.

Last night was our biweekly sex party.

I awoke this morning in bed with Meg.

Her green eyes were open, looking at me.

I closed my eyes, and pulled her head to my shoulder. I stroked her red hair, brushing it with my cheek.

Pretty girl, morning wood—a sure fire cocktail for a lazy dom to want to get his rocks off.

I grabbed her hair.

“Suck my cock,” I ordered, pushing her head down, my eyes still closed.

She adjusted her body to comply. I stretched back to enjoy her mouth.

She took my cock in her hand, and put her lips to it.

“Jefferson?”

I opened my eyes and looked down at Meg’s face. She grinned and lowered her eyes.

That’s when I saw it.

Written on my cock, in bold black ink, was the word “SLUT.”

Like an old-time advertisement on a farm silo.

Marcus!

“That rat bastard.”

“He told me I had to be sure you saw it.”

I grimaced, rubbing the word.

Sharpie marker. Permanent ink.

“Very funny. Now suck that dick, comedian.”

Meg took me in her mouth.

I watched as she worked the “S.”

I wanted her to swallow the “T.”

When will I learn that I shouldn’t sleep until Marcus is out cold?

And after all I do for him . . .

The evening before, after so much arm twisting, Marcus had finally relented and started his own blog.

Viviane raced over to offer technical support.

Madeline had cranked up her cam to lend moral support.

Meg helped too, until Jake showed up early for the party.

Jake knew enough to know at a glance that we had the situation under control.

So he took Meg to the next room to give her some righteous orgasms—and a few memorable bruises.

We talked over their sex as we launched his sex blog.

“Is Meg always this noisy?” Viviane asked, typing as Marcus contemplated templates.

“She’s keeping it quiet as we work,” I said.

“This one looks too much like a china pattern,” Marcus said, clicking the mouse, focused on his task.

Madeline: Let me know when you are ready for comments!

We did it.

We launched Marcus’s blog.

The Fuck House.

We tinkered as Jake and Meg came back in towels to see our work and to say howdy to Madeline.

Madline showed her tits to Jake.

In return, she got a gander at what lurks under his towel.

There was so much good feeling. Such joy at Marcus joining the bloggers.

Then, ten hours and a sex party later, I woke to the receiving end of his more sophomoric scribes.

Meg got the receiving end of my critique of his efforts.

A good firm blowjob, and I was merely a “LUT.”

I fucked myself down to “UT” before shooting on her belly.

A shower scrubbed his cleverness to oblivion.

Did Marcus care? That fucker?

Fuck no.

He was breakfasting with the boys he had picked up online after Meg and I dozed off at five in the morning.

He was still out as I signed on after my shower.

Viviane: Nice pic!

Madeline: You ARE a slut!

Shelby: I miss all the fun!

That rat bastard takes pictures.

And he spreads them around.

My dick was the morning's headline news.

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archives of a misunderstood slut: Marcus

2008-07-27T15:24:00.000-04:00

When I mentioned to Jefferson that it would be great to meet his friend Marcus during my visit, I didn’t imagine that he would go to lengths to ensure that I did; I had thought that Marcus would be a good person to meet simply because I had more in common with him than other people in Jefferson’s Cast of Characters. I figured that if things didn’t work out in the sex department, we could always talk about our kids. Plus, Marcus seemed very smart and funny and sexy. And Jefferson obviously loved him.

So Jefferson arranged for Marcus to come to the city. For me.

I was a little worried that things would be awkward or forced between Marcus and I, being tossed together like that. Would I feel like a third wheel? Would he? Shortly after his arrival on Saturday it was clear that I didn’t need to worry about that; everything clicked.

The sex was great. But we were better. The three of us—Jefferson, Marcus and I—were in sync. I remember at a point, standing in the Apple Store facing each other, talking about something or other.

(Remember the group game of holding hands in a circle, then passing energy around the circle by squeezing the person’s hand next to you? The point of the game is to get the energy moving as quickly as possible; so that it becomes impossible to see.)

That’s how I felt, standing there with the two of them; like our minds were on exactly the same plane and our thoughts passed from one to another without pause.

Sunday afternoon we went for dim sum with Mitzi. We naturally divided into couples at the table; Jefferson and Mitzi, Marcus and me. Once we went out to the street, Mitzi and Jefferson cruised ahead, while Marcus and I hung behind a bit.

We had all been walking arm in arm in arm since last night. Now it was just Marcus and me. We talked as we walked, trying not to lose track of Jefferson and Mitzi, who would stop periodically to search the crowds on Canal Street for my bright green raincoat. We covered the bases: kids, exes (In fact, I called my ex to check on the boys and to tell them hello), parents, religion, sex. My right arm was around his waist and at a point he moved his left arm from my waist to my left shoulder. My left hand reached up and held his fingers.

Is that when it started?

In the cab, after computer and sex toy shopping, on our way home, Marcus was on a call with a potential client. I sat between them in the backseat. I was kissing Jefferson and tracing his cock through his jeans. I looked at Marcus, who had already closed the partition between us and the driver. He pulled out his own hard cock, never missing a well-rehearsed beat with his client.

There we were again. Madeline in the Middle.

Back at the apartment Marcus shaved, Jefferson worked on setting up his computer equipment and I lounged on the couch. Marcus and I played in the bedroom. Jefferson gave up on the computer and joined us. Then we got presentable for Mitzi.

Sunday evening was not a regular sex party. It being my first such event, I should have been more anticipatory or nervous or something. But I was just very comfortable. A big reason for that was Marcus.

Days later, when Jefferson and I talked about the evening, I commented on how, if this had been a regular gathering, and my first, he wouldn’t have left my side. But with Marcus there, I was doubly protected and very at ease. And without Marcus’s help in fleshing out details, the following wouldn’t exist:

Once Mitzi arrived we all went into the bedroom; Jefferson and I lit candles and got condoms and toys accessible. Marcus and I were kneeling on the bed, Jefferson and Mitzi were in one of the sex chairs. Marcus gives Jefferson his Lesson on spanking, then takes up with me.

Jefferson and Mitzi are tending to each other in the bedroom. Marcus and I go to get water. We kiss in the living room. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He starts walking around the apartment, getting closer to the windows.

We giggle; this was not the first time we’d been stuck together like spiders in the last 24 hours. It won’t be the last.

There is a knock at the door. I jump down from Marcus and make a quick retreat to the bedroom, leaving him to greet Franz.

Mitzi is blowing Jefferson on the bed. I go to him and kiss him. He wants my pussy. I straddle his face and he goes to work. I cum, and then we switch places. I am lying on my back, Jefferson kisses me, knowing how much I like tasting myself. Mitzi starts licking my pussy, while Jefferson sucks my tits and fucks my face.

When we are in this scene, Marcus and Franz walk into the bedroom. Marcus makes introductions all around. I manage a wave to the gorgeous gay boy, then I’m back to sucking Jefferson’s Cock. Mitzi gets me off, then she’s off to the chair with Jefferson and the magic bullet double vibe.

I am lying on the bed watching Marcus and Franz fuck. Those two switch from top to bottom and back like it’s nothing! They go at each other for the better part of an hour while I go down on Our Lady of the Double Vibrators. Mitzi is reclining on the chair, I am on my knees in front of her, spreading her lips and pulling back her hood with my fingers while I suck her clit.

By the by: I don’t know WHAT some guys are complaining about when they say they don’t like eating pussy. How can you not like that? (Okay, I don’t understand girls who don’t like sucking cock either, but goddamn!)

Jefferson is eating my pussy while I’m eating Mitzi’s. I cum, then kiss Mitzi. Girl should taste herself, too.

I break for water, then get a good spot on the bed watching the boys, then the others. Jefferson and Mitzi finish, then he moves up to the bed. Now it’s all three of them, while Mitzi retrieves the eggs from her ass and pussy.

Finally the boys finish, and I walk up to Jefferson. I look him straight in the eye and say, “I think it’s time you fucked my ass.”

I hand him the condom and the lube while I lube my ass. I snack on Mitzi while Jefferson pounds me from behind. I want more; every time I try to push back into him he pushes me down into Mitzi. He starts lightly slapping my ass, using the technique that Marcus taught him earlier, bringing me to the edge of orgasm. I pull up from Mitzi and look over my shoulder, pleading with my eyes, nodding my head. “Now.”

I laughed and laughed and laughed.

Everyone switched.

Jefferson and Mitzi go over to the chair and he fucks her face and pussy. Marcus and I get together for the first time since Mitzi arrived. I was in assfucking mode; I asked Marcus to do the honors.

It was a good fuck.

Franz was standing next to Marcus, watching. He was getting excited and said something about it being “really hot.” Marcus, ever the gentleman, asked Franz if he’d like to fuck me. Franz said yes.

What follows is a blur.

Marcus pulls out and immediately leans into my ear, “Madeline, Franz is going to fuck you in the ass now. Is that okay?”

I nod. He is already inside.

This tall, lithe European with the sculpted body, as I’ve posted previously, knows his way around an ass! He gets me into a rhythm and we are totally in tune; our bodies moving the exact distance apart and back together to make the best use of his cock. I am blissed-out, looking back at Franz, then down to Marcus who is lying beside me on the bed, watching and holding my hand.

The rhythm intensifies, Franz pushes me flat to the mattress and is pounding away. My right hand is being held by Marcus, my left reaches for my clit. I am masturbating, moaning fuuuuuck; cumming. Franz yells he’s going to cum.

Marcus and Jefferson are congratulatory. I didn’t realize what had happened until Marcus said, after Franz went into the bathroom to shower,

“Madeline, he came while he was fucking your ass! Do you know how rare that is for him?”

I kind of thought it was impressive that he came while he was fucking a girl. But whatever; I got the gay boy to cum with my ass!

I am spent and Marcus and I are recovering. Jefferson and Mitzi go into the other room. Franz has come back from the shower and I tell Marcus that I’d like to be restrained. He thinks this is an excellent idea, and since no one has been particularly dominant tonight, he is just the person to do it. Besides, after my last experience with his fancy restraints, I am ready to go further with him.

He fastens the wrist cuffs, and then connects them together behind my back. Now I am submissive.

“You want to be tied up?”

I smile, “Yes, Marcus.”

“Then pick up those goddamned condom wrappers from the floor.”

I start to move toward a torn foil square next to the bed. I maneuver into position, slowly lowering myself down so I can pick it up with my hand. I move toward another, then another. Once I lose my balance and fall against the wall. Marcus sternly tells me to get up and finish the job.

The others are coming back, and Marcus blindfolds me, and then moves my wrists above my head. They are connected to a rope and lashed to the bed frame. Same with my ankles. I am flat on my back and tied down. Marcus is in charge of my bottom half, while Jefferson and Mitzi take care of me from the waist up. Jefferson pours wax on my body and fucks my face. Marcus puts a condom on one of the vibrating eggs, and then puts it in my ass. He starts lightly slapping my inner thigh, up to my pubis and down the other side. He repeats this several times, increasing the pressure and finally ending up on my pussy; slapping my clit. He really lets loose. I have a huge orgasm. The blindfold is removed, and Marcus is kneeling over me wearing a leather mask, which he promptly throws off. It was a good visual.

I am unbound. Kissed. Coddled.

Marcus stays with me on the bed. He is focused on me after having caused so much pain/pleasure. I am still high from it. He puts on a condom and fucks me silly. At one point he is standing beside the bed; my ass is at the edge and I am on my back, legs in the air. I put my hands behind his neck. He brings his arms under my thighs and stands up. The man is fucking me standing up using nothing but his hips and gravity. It was like a goddamned ride at Disney World.

More Spidey-fucking. Then, with Jefferson watching, Marcus throws me back onto the bed, yelling, “Fuck you, bitch!” Then he turns and walks out of the room. I am laughing so hard.

Jefferson and Mitzi come over to work on my pussy again. I am learning that Jefferson likes that I’m a gusher. His fisting technique is very good, and so I am very willing to let him in. He shows Mitzi what he’s doing, and soon enough her fist has replaces his. I cum. A lot..

Marcus is intrigued, and compares hand size with Mitzi. Then he looks at me and asks, “Madeline, would you do something for me?”

“Of course, sweetie.”

“Would you fist me?”

“Oh! Yes, of course I would!”

We assumed positions, Marcus on his back, knees raised, me kneeling at his ass, lubing it and my hand.

“Madeline, have you ever done this before?”

(Was he fucking kidding? Have I ever stuck my entire fist into a person’s rectum? Let’s see…)

“No, honey, I haven’t.”

“Okay; we’re going to have a little instructional moment before we get started.”

Marcus. Always the teacher.

“Madeline, you’ll get through the first sphincter and then about three inches in you’ll feel a second wall. Just wait until it relaxes and keep going very slowly.”

I used my left hand, palm up and inserted two fingers, then three. I crossed my pinky finger across the other three, and then pushed all four further in. I felt the second sphincter resist. The intensity was starting to get to Marcus and he called for Jefferson to come to him. Jefferson sat holding Marcus’s hand, stroking his hair and saying, softly, “I’m here, baby. You’re okay.”

The wall gave way and I crossed my thumb into my palm, making my hand as small as I could. “Marcus, she’s up to her wrist.”

I was, and gently curling my fingers back. Rocking. Marcus was moaning, and holding onto Jefferson like a raft. I held Jefferson’s eye for a long time.

“We love you, Marcus,” I said.

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the archives of a misunderstood slut

2008-07-26T00:11:00.000-04:00

You'll notice there are several authors on this blog. That's because while there are many hot and nasty tales about Marcus, he won't have the time to tell them all. We know it's August, everyone's away (including Jefferson).

And y'all need something to read. So we will chime in periodically, and keep you updated. For some background, we will be pulling posts from our blogs and they'll be prefaced with the heading 'Archives of a Misunderstood Slut.' Enjoy!

marcus & meg in the shower

2008-07-25T23:50:00.000-04:00

by Meg

have no idea what time it is, but i suspect it's nearing three in the morning. chad, a newcomer to jefferson's parties, has just left. he is the last party guest to leave after washing our dishes from the very late dinner jefferson cooked for us. jefferson and marcus are out on the terrace with some cigars. i can barely keep my eyes open. i lay down on the couch, hugging a big pillow to my torso.

the slam of the terrace door soon wakes me with a start. i look up and watch as marcus walks over to me. he stares down at me, his semi hard cock pointing at my chest. i raise my eyebrows at him and suddenly realize why he's standing in such a position, but it's too late.

the smallest bit of piss hits my chest.

"oh, YOU! jefferson!!"

marcus immediately clamps his hand down over my mouth and whispers, "shhhhhh." nevermind the fact that his hand over my mouth has also inadvertently covered my nose and cut off my air for just a few seconds at the most. nevermind how fucking turned on this has me almost instantly.

the man just pissed on my body.

jefferson walks out from the kitchen as i stand up and walk straight to the bathroom, avoiding his eyes. i hear him asking marcus, "what...?"

as i start to close the bathroom door marcus pushes his way inside.

"ok, get in the tub."

"marcus..."

earlier in the evening, i'd retired to the kitchen to take a quick break from the party. as ipulled out a bowl of red grapes from jefferson's fridge, marcus came walking up to me.

"when's the last time you took some piss?"

"the last time i peed?

"no, the last time you were pissed ON."

"oh...no, i'm not into that."

"come on, let me piss on you."

"i don't think so."

"it's perfectly fine, it's clean and sterile."

"uh huh."

"please, please."

i half expect him to start jumping down like a little kid waiting in line to sit on santa's knee.

he trys a little humor.

"it's better to be pissed on than to be pissed off."

i start laughing and marcus starts nudging me out of the kicthen, saying "come on..." however, we're interrupted by jefferson and i seize the opportunity to duck away.

but here we are again, this time in the bathroom.

"just do it, please? come on, it's so hot. you'll love it."

"uh huh..."

"you can lay down or you can get on your hands and knees."

in my head, i'm thinking, "there's no way in hell i'm going to lay down with my face turned up to someone who wants to piss on me. so i climb into the tub and get down on my hands and knees. i must admit, part of me is definitely curious. i suppose this is something i can try once.

"yeah, that's hot."

within seconds, a warm stream is hitting my back. it rolls down over my sides and down my arms. i feel it moving higher up my back and i instinctively reach my hands up to the base of my neck to protect my hair.

turns out, there really is no way to protect your hair from a stream of piss coming from marcus.

i start shrieking. jefferson walks into the bathroom and i hear him say, "good lord, what are you doing to her?"

and marcus is still going strong, pissing all over my back, up and down. he could put tom hanks' drunken baseball manager to shame.

when he's finally finished, i immediately sit back on my heels and reach for the faucets. all i can think is "must get clean now!" marcus joins me in the tub, on his knees behind me. he presses his body up against mine and wraps his arms around my waist. i turn to look over my shoulder just as jefferson starts pissing on marcus. he looks at me and jokingly rolls his eyes as he smiles. as i tinker with the faucets, trying to settle on a water temperature, marcus squishes his piss between our two bodies. until i turn on the shower head, that is...

"wait meg - make sure it's warm before you do that!!"

too late. the water hits our bodies hard and marcus is leaping to his feet and screaming like a little girl.

"ok, now you've found my weakness."

we adjust the water together. he soaps up a fluffy white shower "pouf" and sets to washing my body as i shampoo and condition my hair. when he runs out of one kind of body wash, i hold up another and squeeze it onto the pouf. it comes spurting out quickly, thick and white.

we look at each other and burst into laughter.

that's the thing about marcus - he's so much fun to be with, whether he's fucking you or telling you one of his crazy stories. experiencing laughter during sex, both with him and jefferson, has just been such fun.

jefferson comes in and out of the bathroom, brushing his teeth and tidying up a bit as marcus and i hug and kiss each other under the water. he turns his back to me and i reach around his body to squeeze his balls a few times. he turns and slips a soapy hand between my legs, pushing his fingers up into my cunt. he pushes my back against the wall of the shower and fucks me with his hand.

"turn around and bend over."

he rubs his hard dick against my ass, thrusting his hips hard into mine. my hands slip down the shower wall and i steady myself on the ledge of the tub. my shoulder hits the wall as he pushes his body against mine. just the thrusting alone, without the actual fucking, is driving me crazy.

he pulls me back up and pushes my back against the shower wall again. he lowers his mouth to one of my breasts and bites the soft flesh hard. i suck in my breath and lift up onto my toes. i'm not sure if i'm trying to push myself closer to his mouth or trying to pull away. the pain is so intense. i move one hand to his hair, tugging. he lifts his face and looks down at his work. my eyes follow his gaze and we both gasp softly at the perfectly shaped outline of his teeth. each toothmark is clear and deep.

he pushes me into the corner, pinning me there with his body. i lift one foot to the ledge of the tub and he lifts his knee up between my legs as he lowers his mouth to my other breast. he takes more flesh into his mouth this time and i feel as if my mind is about to explode. i wrap my arms tighly around his shoulders as he continues to add pressure with his teeth. i feel myself reaching my limit. my mouth wants to say, "ok, enough." my hands want to press against his shoulders to signal that i can't take anymore.

but i can't do it. i can't do any of it. i'm in this one for the long haul. the pain is searing and i can feel tears starting to form in my eyes, but it soon turns into something else. it's warm and consuming and it takes over my entire body. i'm crying out and cumming in his arms. my legs give out. i start to slide down the shower walls and he catches me with his arms and his knee.

he lifts his head and i gasp sharply as his warm mouth leaves my skin. my body shakes gently as we both stare down at this second set of teeth marks. it's even more perfectly formed than the first one. we both run our fingertips over the bite marks. marcus is the first to speak.

"wow."

"uh huh."

"that was intense."

"it really was."

"you can actually feel the indentations of all my teeth in your skin."

"did you feel how i couldn't even hold myself up at all? i just lost all control of my body."

"i know, that was so fucking hot."

"god that was so good."

"it really was. not get out of the shower."

we towel ourselves off and i set to getting ready for bed. jefferson is out cold in the middle of his bed. after i finish brushing my teeth, i go to join him. as soon as i near the bed, i see it.

on jefferson's cock, written in bold capital letters with a black permanent marker, is the word "SLUT". i double over with laughter, putting my hand to my mouth as marcus tells me, "SHHHH!"

"now meg, you can't suck his cock in the morning or have sex with him until he sees that, ok?"

"ok."

"and you can't tell him it's there - he has to see it on his own."

"alright marcus, whatever you say."

marcus takes a picture of jefferson's cock and then we experiment with lighting as he tries to take a picture that will do justice to the teeth marks still indenting my skin.

i lean back and tell him, "you know...if you were caught in some crazy explosion and they only had your teeth to identify you with, they could compare them to my breasts."

we laugh.

i steal another look at jefferson's cock, smiling as i turn off the light and drifting off to sleep with his knee poking against my side.

what a bed hog, man.

marcus leaves the room, not ready for bed at all.

"goodnight marcus."

"goodnight meg."

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archives of a misunderstood slut: aural sex

2008-07-25T16:29:00.000-04:00

By Madeline

Whew! I don't know about you, but Meg's post about Marcus in the shower left me thirsty for more water sports...here's one from the archives of maddie...

If sex can’t be adventurous and fun, I’m-a kick it to the curb.

On Sunday morning, Marcus and I wake up early, despite the darkness of my bedroom. I get up, walk towards the door.

“Nice ass, baby. Too bad about those bite marks, though…”
“You are going to get me into trouble! Stop leaving your marks all over me! I have to pee.”
“Not so fast!! I’m coming with you.”

Yesterday Marcus knelt in front of me while I was pissing on the toilet. I had made the mistake of telling him my history of shyness while peeing. It used to take me an hour or better to pee in a cup at the doctor’s office when I was young. Then, when I lived overseas and went camping on a regular basis, it was a good year before I could bring myself to squat in the wilderness by myself; let alone with a buddy. So this bathroom audience thing was odd, to say the least.

We walk to the bathroom and Marcus climbs into the tub.

“Come on.”
“Ugh! No! No Way. It’s one thing for you and Jefferson to piss on me. I cannot do this.”
“Shhh. Yes, you can. If you really have to pee it will come; eventually you will piss on me. It is so hot...trust me.”

I feel really stupid, standing above him, my leg raised, trying to relax and let it come. No luck. I turn on the shower. Still nothing. Eventually, Marcus has to pee, so he stands up next to me and pisses on my belly and tits. I am not incredibly turned on, but I am more relaxed. I keep trying to pee by not thinking about peeing. A few minutes go by and he starts washing my hair and body. I am standing close to him and the warm water, just wishing I could let go. Finally:

“Okay, Marcus, I’m going to pee now.”

He gets down on his knees, and puts my foot up on the edge of the tub. I am holding onto the shower rod and the top edge of the tile for balance, because he is moving around down below. My eyes are closed, and I am pissing on his neck, his back, his head, his face. His mouth.

He stands up, smiling. "That was so worth the wait!"

I am really not getting this; he was so turned on and all I was doing was urinating. I'm happy it finally decided to rain down; I'm just glad I didn't get a UTI, for as long as it took. Seriously, it was probably 45 minutes. That's a long time to wait for anything.

I take my herbal body shampoo and a sponge. I start by shampooing his hair, then soaping his back and chest, reaching around to wash his cock and balls. His dick is hard. I rinse him with the handheld showerhead, and then pass it to him.

“Put this back, would you please? Oh, and back up just a little, toward the faucet.”

I guided him back with my hands on his hips, and then went to my knees.

Now, this is one of my absolute favorite things. Shower blowjobs. Easy to wet my mouth, and I can work up a nice amount of lubrication if I deep throat his cock a couple of good times. Marcus is nice and hard, and lets me work.

I am bracing my hands on the sides of the tub. He sighs.

“God, Maddie. That feels so good.”

I hum my response.

Oh! That’s another thing: Let’s not discount the aural factor: wet blowjobs sound amazing. And the sounds my vocal cords make as I turn my head slightly from side to side, taking his entire cock into my throat and say, “nnnnnnnnnnn,” not only sound hot, but I'll bet the vibrations feel awfully nice.

Marcus gasps and starts fucking my throat. I am sucking and sucking and taking his cock deep until the water starts getting cool. This is a first. I’ve never used up my hot water supply. Ever.

"That was an amazing blowjob...that'll give me fantasies for at least a year."

"Yeah, right, Mister I-Suck-Cock-For-A-Living."

I wash, and jump out so he can finish up.

We have yet to fuck today, and we’ve made breakfast plans. Time is limited, but I’ve promised to show him something I’d mentioned a couple weeks ago. I run to get my Good Vibrations catalogue, to show him a book which I am so excited about: PhotoSex is a collection of gorgeous art photographs of real people having all kinds of sex. When you see the cover art, you’ll know what I mean. It is fucking amazing. Should anyone decide to purchase it for me, I can assure you that great effort will be expended to recreate select photos and post them here.

Marcus nods appreciatively, and then tosses the catalogue aside. He lies on his back and invites me to sit on his outstretched legs, putting my straight legs on his shoulders, facing him. We hold on to each others’ arms and start rocking back and forth until we are doing full spinal rolls on the bed. This is a good warm up for the yoga to come.

He flips me around to the pillows and starts licking and sucking my clit. I am so wet, and moving my hips down on his face.

"More..Put your fingers in my cunt."

Marcus starts fingering me, bringing his two fingers up to my gspot. I have my right hand under my hips. My left goes to my lower abdomen and I start pressing down, feeling his fingers inside me. Take a breath. Release the tension which has built up in my pussy and pelvis. Imagine my pelvic muscles relaxing, the image of a lotus blossom in my head. I cum in waves.

Marcus is finger fucking me. More aural sex. So wet. It sounds really nice. I can't stand knowing that there is so much girl juice on his fingers and I'm getting none. I take hold of his wrist and bring it up to my face, licking myself off his fingers.

"Fuck, Madeline."

He grabs a condom, puts it on and starts fucking. My legs are wrapped around his waist, and I put my arms around his neck. We prepare for the spidey-fuck. He stands down on the floor and lifts me up, arms hooked underneath my thighs. He is throwing his hips and I am bouncing up and down on his cock, laughing.

Then.

I am not sure how this happens, but we stop fucking with his dick inside me. I let go with my hands, and slowly lower my head toward the floor. My legs are still held by his arms, ankles crossed behind him. I reach and place my hands on the floor. So here we are: He standing, um, erect, me in a full backbend and his cock pressing my g spot with every thrust. I wet his balls with my cum, yelling, "Ngaaaw!"

My upstairs neighbor probably didn't appreciate hearing me having quite so much sex at Eight AM on Sunday, but there was nothing I could do. I have done this position off the edge of a bed with my legs on a man's shoulders and my head on the floor, but never have I attempted the Freestanding Inverted Tarantula. My response was untested.

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the fuck house gets mentioned on sexoteric

2008-07-24T16:36:00.000-04:00

well, the blog's been up maybe, three days, and it's gotten a nice mention in stanley's post about jefferson's gang, over at sexoteric. welcome sexoteric visitors!

what is important to him

2008-07-23T00:53:00.000-04:00

not 36 hours after the armed services major, i was in bed with two fellows, one a crystal meth "tina" head (ugh); the other, a totally hot and very cool guy (i love people who are hot and cool at the same time) who fucked me well, and hugged me even better. but as hedwig said, "the strangest things seem suddenly routine", and what really threw me was his job. he is goofy, at disneyland or world or whatever. hours later, breakfasting with him, it hit me. i went from my armed services major to goofy, in a day and a half. true that there were, um, 9 people i had had sex with in between, but i never bothered to find out what they did.

i love the idea of sex with the major stationed in the middle east- all serious, dealing with death, physical hardship, sadness, and frustration; so close to sex with goofy - undoubtedly the silliest of the disney characters, living his fantasy life amidst a sea of happiness and gloss.

blue lips

2008-07-23T00:46:00.000-04:00

http://www.sexoteric.com/blog/index.php/__show_article/_a000018-000336.htm#comments

just had this link sent to me by madeline. she saw me the other day on her webcam; i had the exact same color of blue lips. i dont know why - i never wear lipstick, but for some reason i woke up that day and wanted to get my lips blue. bought some, applied it right away, and went around the entire day (right up to the sex party i attended that evening) with it on. strangely enough, it left my life as fast as it came into it... i seem to have misplaced the stuff somewhere at jefferson's. oh well.

fucking with my balls

2008-07-22T00:27:00.000-04:00

also know as "shurgging".

if you want to read about me doing it, and other people's reactions to it, check out the link below.

this woman, who writes a site named sweetnsassy, calls herself "charity", and she sounds great. when the link opens up, you'll need to scroll down to her post on July 23, 2005, called "Is This Even Possible?"

it opens up the discussion. the comments that ensue are hilarious. i have just added my comment to the list- its the long one at the end - and i hope it clears up all those questions that keep tugging at your balls. i mean, all those nagging questions. whatever.

sweetnsassy (look for July 23, 2005, "Is This Even Possible?")

the ukrainian smokes some cigars

2008-07-21T01:08:00.000-04:00

ah, jefferson. i went to dinner with our favorite ukrainian export, and do you know what she told me? how she was detained in cuba because of her passport (why would a beautiful ukrainian national be traveling from the usa to cuba in the first place? awfully suspect, she admitted). but what really pricked up my ears were the pricks in the story. while she was being questioned, the cuban official pulled out his cock and started masturbating. he jerked till he came- and the only reason she didnt get a stain on HER blue dress was because there was a glass partition separating him from her.

lest you think she was ok, let it be known- she was in a small locked room with only two things: a chair to sit on, and a mirror perched over her head, angled down so the cuban guy could see her back and ass, too.
and lest you think THAT was all, after he came, he went... and another cuban guy came in, and did the exact same thing!

made me want to go to cuba even more.
made me want to plug her even more. we had a splendid night. after summer rolls and pad thai and vietnamese coffee, i took her back to your place (thanks again for letting me use your place, amigo). even though we’ve fucked before, this was the first time i figured out a way to hit her g spot with my dick, and she came like anna mendieta falling from the sky.

technically, this was the second and third time, too.

so help me, jefferson. you’ve already given her a name on your blog, i think. what’s her name?

(marcus turns to a beautiful ukrainian after spraying a load, and says, “damn baby, that was great. uh, what’s your name?”)

archives of a misunderstood slut: marcus goes away

2008-07-20T21:09:00.001-04:00

Editor's Note: This post, which first appeared on Madeline's blog, was actually written by Marcus. All of it.

it is sunday morning. i am very aware of this fact, its at the forefront of my mind. i am not ready to leave her later tonight.

“geez, maddie, its crazy, it feels like the time just flew by.”

she looks at me and says, “yeah, there’s so much we havent done”.

i cant tell if she’s joking or not, but it does get me to thinking.

“yeah”, i retort, “you didnt even fist me!”

“do you want me to?” she is still looking at me, now more intensely.

i say, very set, “yes, i do”. i am more sure of this than anything right now.

she goes to wash up, and returns with a latex glove. i, meanwhile, have spread myself on the bed, face down, waiting for her to give me a hand.

she starts gently, which is just what this boy needs. lots of lube- she knows about that from her new york lesson. first one finger, then two, and then three. it is starting to feel quite good, she goes to four fingers, and whoa- five. i’m entering that other place, where theres a bit of pain married to pleasure.

my ass is up in the air. i’ve got my chest pushed down on the bed. i know, from fucking guys who have never been fucked before, that this is the best position to start with for ass virgins. what maddie doesnt know is that i have never been completely fisted before. what maddie also doesnt know is that i am Determined today.

five weeks ago her hand went into my ass deeper than anyone’s had ever been before. it felt great. i was on another planet. but alas, in my mind, it wasnt a complete fisting. to me, being fisted means an entire hand is inside the ass. even better if the forearm can get in there too. this is so hot to me, which is also so strange. for just a year ago i was billing myself as a Top Masseur in my ads. no one could even fuck my ass then.

the word “change” is pressed into a little rock i carry around in my pocket, and change is indeed what is happening to me every day. maddie is one part of this, and she knows the scope of her influence on me. what she doesnt know is how badly i want her influence IN me, now, right now, i am determinnnnnnnnnned, i fuckin’ want it bad, i

“aaaaaaggrrrggg!” i’ve just let out an animal sound, it is inadvertent and from deep within and i am moving closer to the pain part and now pleasure is filing for divorce and everyone around is, uh, affected. but maddie, in a voice that is at once sexy, cool and calm, says “breathe deep. take yoga breaths.”

i know exactly what she means. she said exactly what i needed. i start focusing on my breathing and the pain subsides. pleasure has turned on its foot, it is walking back in, it’s taking its jacket off and rethinking its departure.

but her hand is fucking huge. it is the hand of goliath, and my ass has turned into a woman’s cervix. i cant take it, its not ready for such a thing, i am going to that place where stinkin’ thinkin’ lives and i’m gonna fuck this up, her hand is pushing and ripping and fuckkkkkkkkk its the widest part of her palm, and its killing me, killing me and then i remember to breathe again and she’s continuing and

oh! she’s in me. i am calm again, my whole body is both electrically shocked and recuperating from the shock, at the same time. the feeling is one of complete fullness, and its like she has removed any space inside me, up to my ears. yes, even my head is full. at that moment i suddenly have a thought, “oh god, i hope theres not a lot of shit.” i dont want to gross her out. when its me fisting someone, if i feel a little shit, well the truth is, i dont have a problem with that. not like i’m seeking it out or anything, but i kinda think they invented that line “shit happens” for people who are fisting. having kids certainly helped me get over the shit factor. once in a while, when i’ve found my fingers inside someone’s ass, i have come across a piece of shit that didnt really belong in a hand-in-ass environment, and i’ve just pulled it out, and tossed it on the floor next to the bed. i am a fuckin’ professional; the last thing i want to do is make my clients feel bad. so when shit presents itself to me, i just deal with it. but my shit, to maddie? this is a different story. this is a girl i very much want to impress.

she has done it now. the fleshy part of her hand is inside me, and her wrist is now against my hole. i am yoga breathing, i am yoga breathing, i am yoga breathing, and its good. mmmm it is good. i have just flown to pluto, landed, and spent three weeks there.

but then, all of a sudden, i know... its time. i reach back, and gently pull her hand from my ass. or maybe i say “ok, pull out now, slowly”. fact is, i cant recall what happened next. but now she is out of me, she is washing up, she is somewhere else, and i am laying on the bed. i am on the bed, drugged on my own ass.

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compare and contrast

2008-07-19T17:22:00.000-04:00

i earn money by being a naked masseur. today, i had 2 clients.

both were male.
both wanted to hear classical music.
both wanted to shower by themselves afterwards, which is unusual, as i often wash my clients.

one was cute, one wasnt.
one from the usa, one australian.
one is married (to a woman); one is partnered (to a man).

both dont want their significant others to know.
both had a sense of humor.
both were fun to be with.
both were in shape.

one got fucked and shurgged; the other doesnt fuck until he’s close to someone.
one kept his eyes closed; the other not only had them open, but twisted his body around to see me during all my activities.
one drank san pelligrino limonata; the other had sparkling water.

both tipped me very well.

two appointments are enough for me today. i have a regular client who wants me overnight tomorrow. i havent seen her in a while, so it should be fun. plus, i get my overnight rate.

friday i have another regular client, from the west coast. he didnt expect to be in town for a while, so we both have a pleasant unexpected surprise. we always have a great time together. he often takes me out to hip dc restaurants.

tonight i will see the major. i am a little uncertain what to do about him; do i charge him or not? it has become more than just a client/masseur relationship. am i being stupid in business? wouldn't i just relax and enjoy the opportunity to spend time with someone whom i like a lot? what future can i have in this? i barely have time for a relationship with myself, let alone a relationship with someone else.

archives of a misunderstood slut: no sex—not really

2008-07-18T00:43:00.000-04:00

by Jefferson
A Tuesday in November

My ex and I have shared custody of the kids, meaning that we each have them half of the time. So two days a week and every other weekend, I am a single man. The rest of the time, I am the single parent of three children, ages five, eight and eleven.

Dating and sex are concentrated into my half-life as a single man. I don’t want to introduce the kids to a parade of Dad’s lovers who may or may not be a part of my life, and theirs, for very long.

Thanksgiving, and the visit of my teen daughter, imposed a six-day moratorium on sex—hence the concentration of activity last week. This ends today, as I’ve just sent Rachel on her way home.

As well sexed as I felt on Tuesday, and as tender as I felt waking at Celia’s on Wednesday morning, I am now pretty well starved for some good loving. It’s been a tough stretch without any sex.

Well, almost none.

On Friday, my friend Marcus slept over. He lives south of me and spent Thanksgiving with his family to the north; on the drive up, he asked to spend time with us in Manhattan. It meant having all four kids plus another guest overnight, but I shuffled sleeping arrangements to make it work.

Marcus is among my oldest friends. As fate would have it, our lives recently took on a curious synchronicity. A couple of years ago, his wife dumped him. None of us could figure it out. He was charming, incredibly handsome, and doing well. They had two kids and a nice life in a beautiful home. After his wife dumped him, her life went to hell. So why did she do it? It made no sense.

Then, a year later, pretty much the same thing happened to me. So our commiseration brought us closer.

Never mind that we are also both bi. We were both in and out of other relationships in college, and so we only fooled around a little in college. We’ve more than made up for that in the past year.

He arrived in the afternoon, and we spent time with the kids, who are fond of him. We went shopping for music and, strangely, ran into my ex. This never happens—New York is just too big for that. The kids enjoyed the coincidence.

Lucy made a point of avoiding Marcus, who was elsewhere listening to Brazilian music. She hates him. He was one of her favorite people before the break up, but afterward she apparently filed him under “HIS friends,” and so Marcus can no longer be among “HER friends.”

Whatever, huh? I don’t know why she does this to herself, but no skin off my nose.

When we got the kids to sleep, Marcus and I sat on the terrace, had a few drinks, talked and smoked a cigar—his habit, not mine, but I take a few puffs—before heading to bed in my room. Having him sleep in my room would appear normal to the kids: it was the only available space.

As Marcus knows, I have a standing rule against sex when the kids are home. I don’t want to worry about them hearing noises, or walking in. One of the ironies of my new “freedom:” at least married people can have sex when the kids are asleep.

Marcus sucking my cock awakes me during the night. He’s nude, and he’s stripped down my pajamas. “Fucker,” I call him. I can’t do this, I really can’t, but it is so good.

“Do you want me to stop?,” he asks. Fucking cocktease.

“Yes,” I say, and push his mouth back on my cock. As he devours my cock, I am still, vigilant for any sounds from the kids. I can let him have his way, but one of us needs to keep an eye open.

He kisses me, rubbing his ass against my cock. “I want you to fuck me,” he purrs.

That’s it. I can’t go any further. I call it quits. If he keeps going, I will fuck him. If I fuck him, my mind will go blank. He will moan. We’ll move the furniture. This can’t happen.

Frustrating as hell. I hold him as we talk and drift to sleep.

The next day, after he is gone, I dance close to breaking another rule: my prohibition against introducing the kids to my lovers.

About a year ago, I answered an ad posted by a young woman who lived in the Midwest, but traveled to New York frequently for business. She never met good men in the city; hence the ad. We traded a few notes, which led to instant messages, which led to late-night phone calls, during which I inevitably fell asleep. She was funny as hell, and an even bigger geek for Todd Rundgren than myself. We really hit it off. What’s more, it looked as if her job would soon relocate her to New York.

Then she lost her job.

She still made it to the city now and then, but always when I was out of town. We were already hooked, and so now we had an online relationship that seemed impossible to take offline.

A couple of months ago, she told me she would be in New York for Thanksgiving, so I had best skip town, else we might meet. I let her know I didn’t need to leave town, as I would be parenting, so we couldn’t get together.

We spoke by phone soon after Marcus left. It was a beautiful afternoon, and the kids and I were going to play soccer in the park. “Look, this is crazy,” I said. “Why don’t you meet us in the park? You can play soccer, right?” We decide there is no harm in this.

The kids and I are in Sheep Meadow. It’s a crisp autumn day, and people are playing football and flying kites. I tell the kids that one of my friends is in the park, and will stop by to say hi.

“Oh, a weenie,” smiles my eleven-year-old. This is my five-year-old’s word for any female friend of mine.

She calls to say she is at the park: where am I? I see her and wave her over. We hug—finally. Then we are drawn into soccer, and tag, and hide and seek. We stroll over to watch the disco skaters.

She is staying at friend’s apartment, and feels awful that his fish has expired on her watch. She plans to buy a replacement, and if it’s a close match, to keep its death a secret. We conspire to help. It’s getting dark, and there is a pet shop on the walk home, so we take her there. She finds the doppelganger for the deceased fish, and we play with animals. She talks to the kids about her six horses. My baby daughter asks is we can go pet them.

We stop for a doughnut, and hang out some more. She’s going out with friends later, but has time to kill, so I ask her to our place.

We have a glass of wine and chat with Rachel, who is also a country girl. The kids start rumbling for food, so I start dinner. We talk as I cook, which is our first time alone. She asks about a recent date of mine, and suddenly, we are the same two people we are online—laughing, trading stories. She stays for dinner, and then she is off to see her friends.

The next day, I ask how her evening went. She’s annoyed with a friend. He begged her to please please please join him in going to a swinger club. It was, he said, a lifelong fantasy, and you must be a couple to go.

The night before, she had gone to a fetish club with friends, and she thought it was a bust. But inspired by my tales of depravity, she agreed to join him, if he kept to the ground rules: no sex between them, and no running off with others.

Of course, he promptly broke the second rule, and was a jerk about it. The classic “kid in a candy store” response. No impulse control. No consideration for his friend.

She played around a bit. It was her first time in a place like that, and but for her friend’s misbehavior, she kind of liked it.

I thought: Well, that was the weekend I didn’t have.

archives of a misunderstood slut: two daddies

2008-07-17T10:51:00.000-04:00

by jefferson

A Saturday in January

The next morning, Jason returns from his sleepover. Marcus and I breakfast the kids and take them to a few galleries. While I go to pick up Rachel at Penn Station, he takes the kids to a bookstore to burn off some gift certificates they received at Christmas.

I wait around for Rachel, as her bus has been delayed. We smile as she disembarks. We’ve just seen each other at Thanksgiving, but I have really missed her. Now that she is old enough to take the bus, I hope we can continue to see each other this often.

She’s looking forward to seeing Marcus too. He made a great impression when they met on her last trip. He’s funny and flirts with her, and she eats that up. She hasn’t met his kids before. Tonight there will be eight of us sleeping at my place. She’s okay with that, though: she’s got many siblings back home. She can manage a crowd for one night.

We meet Marcus and the kids at a restaurant for a late lunch. We sit at a large round table. After we order, the kids share the books they found, and chat up Rachel. I’m sitting next to Marcus.

We turn a few heads, I notice. I suppose we look like a nice family: lots of kids and two doting dads. Marcus and I joke about getting married and becoming a gay Brady Bunch.

In reality, that just can’t happen, if for no other reason than the restrictions of our respective custody agreements. For the sake of the kids, he needs to live near his ex, and I need to live near mine. We live several states apart.

When I was first single after the break up, a gay friend told me I should give up girls and find a rich husband. He said I was perfect for someone who has built up a career, burned out on the party scene, and is looking to settle down and have a family.

It’s an appealing thought. A nice house, a caring husband . . .

I could certainly do worse than Marcus. He’s charming, funny, sexy and very handsome. We would be the envy of all the boys.

For me, it also helps that he is bi and as slutty as I am. There would be no pretense of monogamy. And forget about giving up women—he would bring them home for us.

Last week, The New York Times ran a summary of words and phrases that have emerged in the American lexicon during the past year. Among these is the phrase “two-parent family.” I suppose this means that single parent families are now so common that one needs to clarify when two parents live together.

I am no fan of being a single parent. It is certainly easier to have Marcus around. Even adding two kids to the mix doesn’t detract from the advantages of having another adult to pitch in.

Over the course of this visit, as we hang out or go to the park, I am aware of how well our parenting styles mesh. He’s a bit more of a disciplinarian than I am, I think, but he’s very reasonable about it. He defers to me on many things, and I defer to him on others. We don’t confuse the kids at all. We are consistent.

Marcus is also good in a crisis.

It was dark as we left the restaurant, and we were a big group. I lag behind to help Collie with his coat. When we catch up to our group at the corner, I notice that Jason and Marcus’s eldest boy are not with them. Marcus and Rachel have just noticed it too.

They vanished. We look in all directions, but there is no sign of them among the crowds.

We strategize. We are close to home and Jason knows the way there. I will walk east, taking the kids home. Marcus will walk south, and meet us at the apartment. We talk calmly so the kids won’t get upset.

Rachel comes with me. Lillie and Marcus’s other son seem unconcerned, but Collie is clearly working hard to be brave. We arrive home—no sign of the boys.

I call Marcus. No luck. By this time, he is in a cab, cruising side streets.

I’m worried. If Jason had headed home, he should have been there before us. Marcus frets about child molesters. I don’t go there.

We get a call. The boys had crossed the street ahead of us, not realizing that we weren’t behind them. Half a block away, they realized they were alone. They did exactly the right thing: they went into a restaurant and called us.

Marcus picked them up and brought them home. We talked with the boys about what had happened. Jason was pretty shaken, and sat on my lap as we talked. I held and soothed him, telling him he did the right thing.

After the kids were settled and back to playing video games, I hugged Marcus. This would have been much scarier without him.

archives of a misunderstood slut: stage manager

2008-07-16T10:30:00.000-04:00

posted by Jefferson
A Saturday in January

May calls. I was taken a bit off guard, as I was working and only had a little time for that before Marcus arrived with his kids. Of course, I can’t tell her that: Marcus is on her list of people she doesn’t want to hear me talk about.

She used to adore Marcus. I introduced them, and the three of us talked all the time. We fooled around together on many occasions. He lives close to her, and I encouraged them to hang out.

But, as I’ve said, May gets very possessive when she feels I like someone too much. Never mind that I’ve known Marcus for half my life, and there is no imminent threat that he is going to “take” me from her.

One day last summer, I told her I was going to spend an extra night in her area, after a weekend with her, so I could visit Marcus and his kids. She got angry. If it was possible for me to spend another night away from the city, why wasn’t I spending it with her?

We’re spending three days together, I said. I haven’t seen Marcus or his kids in a couple of months, so we are grilling one night. Why is this a big deal?

It was evidently a big deal. She broke into tears. She asked why I don’t care about her or her feelings. Maybe we should break up, she said.

You want to break up because I’m having dinner with Marcus and his kids?

I’m not naïve. I know that my long relationship with Marcus is also a factor in her anxiety. She knows I have had sex with him, as she has had sex with us both. I’m not hiding any of that. But she also knows that I spend a lot of time with her, and while Marcus is a great friend, we aren’t about to elope.

The whole charade left me feeling emotionally manipulated. The correct response was clearly that all available time should be spent with May, and I should not opt to spend an evening with Marcus’s family at the expense of a fourth day with May.

Needless to say, I had dinner with Marcus and his kids that night. It was relaxing, a welcome respite from May’s meltdown. She called the next day to apologize. Par for the course.

When she called this time, I was still in the “perma-grin” phase of seeing Scarlet and trying to focus on a few things before several days with guests. I was chipper and alert.

The ostensible reason for her call had to do with a car she loaned me. She bought a new car last year, and at the time, I needed a car. She loaned me her old one. I paid for some repairs and got it running. It’s broken again, and I no longer need it, so we need to get rid of it.

She wants to take care of this so it isn’t a lingering concern when she moves to California.

The actual reason for her call was clearly her future. This call offered me another opportunity to beg her not to leave. Her possible job in California is still iffy at best, so there is no real urgency in dealing with the dead car.

May’s voice was heavy and slow. She was very depressed.

I stayed on subject. I tell her that it’s hard for me to take care of the car in the days after Christmas, but I will make a priority of it in January.

She asks for a deadline. I agree to a deadline.

Her tone is unmistakable. She is going through the motions of closing the books, insuring that there are no outstanding obligations when we break up.

We must be breaking up, in her mind, because I decided to spend New Year’s Eve with my daughter rather than her. Once again, I am afforded the opportunity to change my mind about that.

I’d rather not be painted into corners. If she needs to break up with me over that, then that will be the reason we broke up. I’m not begging her forgiveness for my desire to spend time with my daughter.

She asks if I am doing all I can to make money. She begins to offer suggestions on ways to manage my career. I begin to regret having answered the phone.

Part of her attraction to me has to do with my career. She works in the same field, and early on she dreamed that we would become a “power couple.” I was glad that she cared about my work—Lucy did not—and I endured her ideas that she would stage-manage my career.

But her suggestions are generally parochial, and her need to control me is really unpleasant. I tell her I am working, and I don’t want generic career advice at the moment.

I tell her I need to go.

We hang up. I don’t know what she wanted to accomplish with that call, but I am sure she is disappointed.

archives of a misunderstood slut: recidivism

2008-07-15T10:49:00.000-04:00

by jefferson

A Saturday in January

Marcus’s two sons get along well with my kids. They are the same ages as Jason and Collie, and the youngest enjoys playing with Lillie. On the first night of their visit, Jason is spending the night with a friend, so we only have four kids to tend.

They arrive later than expected, having hit a lot of traffic coming into the city. I had planned to cook, but in the interest of time, we order Chinese food. The kids play for a while, then we get them to bed.

Lillie bounces on the bed, excited that Marcus’s boys are here, excited that she is seeing her big sister Rachel tomorrow. She tells Marcus, “Rachel is so cool! She likes playing with little kids. She’s a teenager! She showers every day. And she’s hot! She has a boy friend!”

The kids fall asleep, talking to one another.

Marcus and I stay up for a while, talking and drinking bourbon. We talk regularly, but always have so much to get caught up on. He has just spent several days in Los Angeles, partying with a friend who is a great circuit queen. He always comes back with hair-raising tales of debauchery.

We are beat, and we go bed reasonably early.

I wake to his mouth on my cock. Just like last time: he is nude and sucking me. He knows better; I don’t want to have sex with my kids sleeping nearby. But I gave in for a while on his last visit, so he knows my resolve is weaker than my desires.

He sucks me in deep thrusts. He has become an even better cocksucker in the time since my break up—he has been keeping very busy at it. I watch him devour me, and feel myself deep in him.

I am vigilant for noises, worried about the kids. Marcus has closed and locked the door. I should relax, but I can’t.

I do give myself over to him, though. I am very passive and subdued under his mouth. He can have me.

He moistens two fingers and gently slips them in me. I push myself into his throat.

My brain takes over, and I stop him. That’s all I can take without giving in entirely. I remove his fingers from me. I take his mouth off me.

He understands.

working stiff

2008-07-14T05:20:00.000-04:00

its been one of those days. rather, one of those nights- at least, that’s how it began.

11:30 pm: got a call from some guy in some hotel a few blocks from me. how soon can you be over? i said 20, and got myself ready. brushed teeth, gargled with mouthwash, checked out my hair, cleaned out my ass, did a quick visual check on my clothes. grabbed my bag with massage oil, feathers, lube, and condoms - as well as an extra dop kit with my toothbrush, shampoo, hair product, etc - and set off on foot. tooth was slim, with a great smile and friendly blue eyes, and as i entered his room, i immediately felt comfortable. started with a massage which quickly got my dick up, and sure enough his ass started moving under my hips, as my hard cock pressed into his ass crack. although he wanted me for 90 minutes, i ended up staying for at least an hour beyond that- fucked him silly - and in the end he gave me such a sweet compliment: “that was the best fuck of my life”. last time he had been fucked? a week ago. he obviously gets it a lot, hence his comment is more significant (well, as significant as a comment from a guy who is paying you could actually be).

we also sucked each other off, and ate each others ass. kinda vanilla, but who’s complaining? not me- he tipped me $90. although he lives in europe, he comes back to this area regularly, and i think he’ll call me again. after showering together, we dozed off for a while. i was in my own bed by 4 am, and slept till 10 that morning.

12 noon: my next appointment, with eggs, a regular. he has hired me a number of times, and has greatly enhanced my career, posting reference-quality internet comments, given me an introduction to water sports, and took some pics of him and i. he loves to take pics, his favorite thing to do is to videotape himself sucking my dick, or while i am fucking him, or me pissing on him. no, you cant see this stuff- he keeps it for his own private use and never films my face. i do like this guy. he is older, a bit overweight, and balding, but he has the charm of a prince and the adventure of a deep sea diver. in fact, he loves to go deep on me. he can suck my dick for an hour straight.

this time, we did all of the above-mentioned activities, and he shot all over my hand. i saw him before his open heart surgery and afterwards too. and although at first he was worried about stitches or something bursting open if he got too excited, now he’s back in form and as game as ever. eggs tips me very very well, and for any of you who hire boys or girls for rent, let me clue you in on something: tipping well DOES come back to you. if i get a call from eggs, i return it immediately. if he wants to see me, i do everything i can to squeeze him into my schedule. and if i know he wants something specific, i do all that is in my power to please him. which explains why i saw him, today, even though i had an appointment with a hetero couple just two hours later, and another appointment later tonight.

3:50 pm: element and gas, the hetero couple, arrive ten minutes early. i hate that. problem is, i wasn't ready. i like to have my place all set up- in this case, i had wanted to put on some lounge music, light candles, and ensure that fresh sheets were on the bed. i also like to make sure i am presentable for my clients: not only do i want my hair looking good, yet more specifically, i like to have a clean ass, clean hands, and clean feet. i myself can deal if someone has dusty or dirty soles, but for my clients, i like to be clean when my feet go up towards their face (and sometimes into their mouths). i also like to make sure towels are clean and and soaps are full and mouthwash and cups are all there, and toilet paper and trash is emptied and toilet hasn't pee marks and the bathroom floor is free of hair. and, that the tub is clean and paper towels are in bathroom and oil and lube bottles are full and - oh, i'm getting wiped out just thinking about it.

before i got the place, i didn't think it would be such a big deal to have my own massage studio. but the fact is, although its a bit of a hassle, i still prefer it to traipsing around different hotels for incalls. making sure sheets are clean is definitely the most unpleasant of all of my tasks, so this week i've decided to hire a maid who can both keep the place clean and do the laundry. wonder what she’ll think when she sees regularly stained shit sheets. or cum filled sheets. maybe shell just think i'm a very messy horny man who cant control my bowels.

so, its ten minutes early, and the couple are here. he is very nervous, she is talky. often with straight couples, i’m asked to work on the woman on the bed while the guy watches from a chair. sometimes he’ll join us, and whether he does or not, about eighty percent of the time i end up fucking her. but in this case, i was to work on element, while she watched. gas was going to watch with her clothes on- she did not want to take off her dress even, let alone bra or panties. she moves a chair closer to the bed to see better; he lays face down, and i start my stuff. but alas; he is unresponsive, which makes it very hard for me to get hard. i can work on almost anyone and get my dick hard (a good man-for-rent is like this). give me a large, older man with hair plugs. or a dumpy, short woman with a gross face. i don't care. give me a cute 26 year old tight-bodied gym rat. or a middle aged woman with sagging tits and wrinkles. or, like last month, a pretty 37 year old dancer with a sweet pussy. i get hard, as long as there’s a connection. a response on their part. something that shows they are not a statue, or too cerebral during it.

but with this couple, him with his eyes wide open, not moving at all, not uttering a sound, i am soft. it doesnt help that she is watching so closely, i am surprised at how uncomfortable i am. my peter is on holiday. still, i've got my mouth- my hips- my balls - and my ass. i give him a massage with all those parts and more. my knees go up and down his back, with my full weight above him. my legs slide past his head as my ass nudges up to his neck and hair. my mouth traces lines down his back, to his ass- and then rims him, and christ if he isn't still and silent even through this. i finger his ass. he doesnt take reject me, but he doesnt react either.

she is getting frustrated, and says, “come on, element! just relax!” so i can tell that this is not what she expected. i'm not taking it personally. i flip him over, and his woah, his dick is rock hard, although only about 5 inches. he grabs my cock and starts jerking it, so i grab his, and all of a sudden he has flipped me over and is telling me that he wants to see me cum. i know that from what he’s like (or rather, what he isn't like) that its not gonna happen. i say i need a little more interaction than that, element, for me to shoot. i wanna feel his mouth on my balls, or have him finger my ass, or squeeze my cheeks, or slap me around a bit, or touch my stomach, or my legs. i mean, right there is a variety of choices right there for him, but all he will do is jerk that thing (which is now hard, but thats not enuf to make me cum). i tell him so, and he seems to move on, away from that, and tells me he wants me to get a condom.

“why?” i ask, wondering who is gonna fuck who. he says he wants to put it on my cock and suck me. i am aghast, christ, what is this, national suck-a-cock-with-a-rubber month? just two weeks ago viviane asked for the same thing. before that, its been at least a couple years since someone asked for rubber sucking. i just cant get my head around it. it is, first and foremost, a turn off, cause it makes me feel like i'm having sex with someone who is so ignorant of issues that they don’t even know why they are doing what they are doing. i mean, if they are truly worried about gonorrhea, well, sure, they need a condom... but in my mind, they shouldnt be playing at all if that's the case. although i don’t wish it on anyone, its not a big deal. gonorrhea can be cleared up quite simply with a dose of antibiotics. bottom line is, if youre that worried about catching something like that, you shouldnt be playing, the way i figure it. so, i ask element, what are you afraid of?

he can barely speak- i am breaking the rule here by breaking the fantasy - but i cannot stand sexual health ignorance. we talk for a bit and it turns out he doesnt want to get AIDS. cool, i say, i don’t either. i explain to him that i am play safe, get tested every three months, and am always negative, but even still, we need to be play safe. however, i ask, what makes you think youre gonna get HIV by sucking cock? his ignorance is demonstrated with his reply, about cum. i don’t want to get into it at this moment with him, so i tell him to slap a condom on me, and he proceeds to suck me. it is definitely the most boring thing i've experienced today. when he is done, i rip the thing off, and he goes back to jerking it. while doing so, and me jerking him, he shoots all over my chest. she is loving it- moaning and fingering herself and cumming in that chair. he checks out after shooting, and goes to take a shower.

she and i talk a bit while i stroke my cock. i am hoping that she might come over and start sucking my dick, or better yet climb onto it, but that doesnt happen. however, she is obviously horned up, because when element comes out of the shower in a towel, she asks him to fuck her on the bed, while i watch. she hesitantly tells me her fantasy- to have him fuck her while i am under him, and when he pulls out of her pussy, i am to suck his dick. oh, i say, you want me to taste your pussy juice off of his dick? i would love that! and we proceed to get into the positions. he pulls out of her after every seven or eight thrusts and slips his cock in my mouth, and i get to taste her. she is coming from the concept as much as from the action she feels. eventually he pulls out, and starts eating her cunt, and i work her tits and squeeze them hard. i want to taste her more (that pussy juice via cock has me going) and i place my head on her stomach, waiting patiently for element to finish so that i can get a turn. eventually he moves away and i taste gas, her cunt is great, and she is gyrating as i work all over her clit and lips and inside and she cums again and then again and suddenly, as quickly as element checked out, she pulls me up to her and tells me that she feels weird. what is it, honey? i ask, but she wont say. christ, i’ll bet they are both catholics.

we talk later, and i turn into teacher. i tell them that there are no studies linking oral sex with the transmission of HIV. element cant believe it, he read on a web site that tells guys where to find glory holes that oral sex does transmit HIV. i’m like, dude, look, don’t listen to me - check your info again - but get it from reliable sources. i urge them to continue to educate themselves because i know they will have more fun when they find out what are the real dangers with multiple sex partners, and what are not. i ask them if they know the five body fluids that transmit HIV and they don’t- suggesting things like urine, saliva, and tears. whateva. i'm a teacher as much as a pleaser.

9:00 pm: its three hours after they have left. i've had dinner and showered and made some calls and dealt with other shit and other stuff. and then, radio arrives. he’s a regular client from the west coast, and i really love seeing him. he is hot. a very good looking latino with a humpy body that i love to wrap my arms and legs around. he loves to kiss, is very sensual, and is just as interested in giving me pleasure as i am in giving it to him. he tips nicely too- about $40 per session. radio does other things for me, too. he often buys me dinner in sleek restaurants. last time he offered me his hugo boss shirt when i complimented him on it (i refused, although if i were a better whore i suppose i wouldnt have; i liked it). this visit, he gives me a morphine patch to try. last time i saw him he had been telling me about how pleasant it is to wear a morphine patch for several days. although i’m not a true druggie, i occasionally like to remove myself from the lucid world, and so i expressed interest in it. so thoughtful, radio is, to remember that conversation and bring the patch this time. moreover, today he can sense that i've had a strange day (that couple kinda wore me out) and so he tells me that he is going to take care of me.

first, he instructs me to lie on my stomach. i get a very deep tissue massage from him, which leads to kissing on my neck and ears (i love that and he knows it). then he grabs my glass dildo that i bought with madeline in a midwest sex shop, and works it into my ass. he flips me over, tugs my balls, and climbs on my hard cock and fucks me with that dildo inside my ass. it is glorious, it feels so good, and then he puts his mouth to my ear and whispers “i want you to cum; i wanna taste it, let me taste your cum” over and over. this is all i need- a hot guy working my spots. i shoot like a motherfucker, all over us. radio doesnt need to cum. as we go to the shower, i get an idea- a glint in my eye- and tell him to get in and kneel down. i let loose a stream of warm piss into his mouth, and then aim my stick all over his chest, back and forth, back and forth. he leans his head down so that the piss flow goes onto his hair. we laugh when i am done, and wash each other sensuously as we kiss in the shower. its two am when we fall asleep in each others arms.

i awake at three, and look around to see a gorgeous man sleeping next to me.
the night is quiet, the air is warm.
i am satisfied.
i am happy.

Archives of a Misunderstood Slut: Mod Squad

2008-07-13T00:50:00.000-04:00

A Thursday in April
by Jefferson
My memory of what follows is unreliable.

When Madeline was finally in New York, finally in my arms, my mind was awake and jotting notes, not wanting to miss a moment that I would later want to revisit.

When Marcus joined us, my mind simply couldn’t keep pace with our bodies. It finally gave up, throwing down its notebook to join the fray.

After lunch, we undressed in my bedroom. I kissed Madeline. But the presence of such a beautiful nude woman meant, perversely, that Marcus and I should make out. She would have to wait to feel the desire she caused in us. We would savor her patience, and the feel of her eyes on us.

This would be her first threesome. This would be the first time she saw two men make love.

I lay back on my bed. Marcus crawled over me, his long limbs lowering his lips to mine. I touched his face as we kissed, combing his hair with my fingers.

“I love you, sweetie,” he said, his white teeth gleaming.

“I love you, baby.” My eyes met his.

Madeline lay beside me. She parted her knees and touched herself.

Marcus’s mouth moved around my torso. My back arched involuntarily as he took my cock in his mouth.

As he sucked me, I watched as Madeline fingered her clit, listening to the already familiar sounds of her orgasm.

I thought, she finds this so hot? This is so simple.

The three of us made love all that grey, rainy afternoon, and into the evening. Madeline’s list of “firsts” grew longer.

She watched as I fucked Marcus.

Marcus fucked her, tucking his balls into her cunt for good measure.

She sucked cock as she was fucked. She sucked two cocks at once.

We washed and a quick shower turned golden when we pissed on her.

At one point, she was blowing Marcus, his head at the bed’s edge as he sucked me. He asked to eat her pussy. Never leaving his cock, she moved her body to comply with his request, giving it to him as she lay across his body.

I saw the opportunity to indulge in my very favorite position.

I slipped on a condom and entered her pussy. My cock slid across Marcus’s face as I went in and out of her. His face was full of our fucking. He licked and moaned with pleasure. I crouched a little to suffocate him with our sex.

Madeline came. Her body undulated and released a mouthful of juice onto Marcus’s face. He came almost immediately afterwards.

Later, we dressed and walked to an Indian restaurant. Marcus’s treat. We felt drugged and naked as we sat clothed, away from our cocoon. We hurried back home for more.

The next day, we would venture out again. As we walked the city streets, I was struck by how well synched we were. And how hot we all looked together.

We were like the fucking Mod Squad.

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archives of a misunderstood slut: Threesome I

2008-07-12T06:49:00.000-04:00

Saturday, 12:30.
I have showered and am looking quite fetching in a little cotton hippie dress that is two sizes too big. It is thin and weightless and does me no favors, but it feels like I’m wearing nothing.

Jefferson is preparing lunch for us and Marcus, who’ll be arriving soon. I set myself to washing the dishes. We work side by side in the small space, reaching past one another for this and that.

“Maddie, where do you stand on the whole ‘rinse/don’t rinse’ chicken controversy?”

“Well, I’ve always rinsed and patted dry. Obviously, if you cook it at a high enough temperature, you’ll kill off the bacteria anyway, but I always like to think it’s semi-clean before I put it into the oven.”

“Then for you, baby, I’ll rinse.”

I remember thinking that this felt different. Things were so easy. I didn’t feel like I was playing house with my new boyfriend. There was no 'watch him be amazed by my dishwashing prowess!' The dishes needed washing. I can wash dishes.

Jefferson finished stuffing the chicken and put it into the oven. The sex sheets had seven minutes to go in the laundry. I sent him to shower while I changed the trash bag in the kitchen. When the laundry timer went off, and Jefferson was still showering, I walked in, per our discussion of showers and peeing.

“Laundry’s done, darlin’.”

“Thank you, baby.”

We were sitting on the couch drinking coffee and chatting when the doorknob started to rattle; then the door started to shake. Jefferson looked at me, kissed my mouth, grinned, and walked to the door.

Marcus.

“Hi sweetie!”

“Hey, baby!”

They kissed. Well.
Marcus looked up.

“Oh, my god- Madeline! Hi!! Um, I’m not sure what to do!”

As Marcus walks toward me, I can see why Jefferson and he are such good friends. He has a brilliant smile. He is charming, funny and smart. Clearly loving and generous, I think. And, um, yeah- he's hot.

I stood up, “Hi, Marcus!”

We kissed. Not bad.

“Look what he’s done to you already! What have you done to her, Jefferson?”

My fingers go up to the bite mark on my shoulder. “Oh, do you like it? I’m thinking of having it tattooed there.”

By Sunday morning I will have bites and bruises on my tits, thighs, calves and ass. I will have had my first boy-girl-boy threesome. I will have had hot sex with Marcus after yelling for Jefferson to wake up so he wouldn’t miss it.

It was one o’clock on Saturday afternoon and we had time. Time to sit on the couch and chat. Time for a dramatic reading of J.T. LeRoy by Marcus and Madeline while Jefferson put the final touches on lunch. Time for getting acquainted.

archives of a misunderstood slut: Threesome II

2008-07-11T06:40:00.000-04:00

Saturday, 3PM
We are sitting at the table, having finished eating. Marcus is on the end, Jefferson and I sit next to each other on the long side. We talk easily about life, blogs, kids, divorces. Marcus brought a bag of culture: Hedwig and the Angry Inch and about 20 CDs to spin. He hopes we can watch the movie later.

Marcus is cheeky. He tosses a grape down my dress, and when Jefferson teases him about something, he tosses a glass of water onto Jefferson’s jeans—soaking his lap and my bare legs which were resting there. The boys both jump up and playfully shove each other. Marcus goes to the bathroom and comes back with a bottle of Tylenol. He has a headache.

We start talking about work; I am curious about Marcus’ and he and I act out a phone conversation with bananas. I am pretending to be a prospective client and he is giving me his phone shpiel. It cracks Jefferson and me up.

“Wow, that sounds pretty hot, especially the part about us both being naked during the massage! What are your rates?” I asked.

“Well, my mininum length of time is 90 minutes; anything less than that is just shortchanging your experience.”

“When is your first available appointment?”

“How about right now? In the bedroom?”

I giggle.

We walk quietly back to the bedroom. It is a grey, drizzly day. The light is low and Jefferson stands kissing me by the window. Marcus actually lies on the pillows and closes his eyes against his headache. Jefferson’s jeans come off. In a second my slipdress is tossed in the corner. We move to the bed.

Jefferson stretches out alongside Marcus, who I really think is sleeping. As I slide down to take his semi-hard cock in my mouth, Jefferson reaches over and touches Marcus through his pants. I am watching this. I am liking this. At this point we are like that “machine” game: each one of us working an action and reaction to the others. Marcus stirs, smiles and moans. Jefferson’s dick gets hard in my mouth. I gasp, feeling the swelling of my clit. I pull my mouth off and sit back.

Marcus sits up and kisses Jefferson. Hard. He takes off his clothes. We are all nude. I am quiet. I just want to watch. I lie on my left side and bend my right knee up to touch myself.

They are aware of my eyes on them, but I am paying more attention to their faces than their anatomies. These two are so deeply connected. It is fucking gorgeous. And I got to watch Marcus suck Jefferson’s cock. I took mental notes.

Marcus wanted to taste me. Jefferson told him I tasted very sweet; like honey. He should absolutely partake. I propped myself with pillows at the head of the bed and watched as Marcus dove in. Jefferson let us go for a couple minutes, but then reemerged behind Marcus wearing a condom and carrying a bottle of lube.

Jefferson fucked Marcus while Marcus buried his face in me. I held his head and looked up at Jefferson. We smiled. I came.

“I have to fuck her, Jefferson,” then to me, “I have to fuck you.”

“Welcome.”

He fucked me hard, moving my legs around to suit him. He shifted them both over to one side; one of my favorite positions. It’s a different angle of penetration, and I think it’s a nice view for the fucker. Also, the fuckee gets to rest a bit after holding legs aloft for so long.

At a point, someone said, “Thank god this is going so well!” It’s true. We were really good together.

Marcus wanted me to suck his cock. I happily obliged. He was lying down and I crouched beside him. Marcus was sucking Jefferson. Our lips made the same noises as we worked.

“Play with his balls, Madeline. You can be rough with his balls.”

Really? Good to know.

“Unh, Jefferson, I want to taste her again. Madeline, can I eat your pussy?”

“Of course, sweetie!” I moved to straddle his face; to sixty-nine him. This left Jefferson with my ass in the air and his dick hard from Marcus’ mouth, which was otherwise occupied. As I sucked on Marcus, I heard Jefferson roll on a condom. Felt his cock in my pussy while Marcus’ tongue and lips worked away at my clit.

“Bite it…bite my clit, Marcus.” He did, perfectly, using his tongue to press it up against his top teeth. Flicked it a bit.

“Fuck!” I came.

“Oh, God,” said Marcus, “You guys need to move up a bit; I need to breathe.”

I lifted myself off and looked down at Marcus. He was smiling. I kissed his mouth and licked his lips clean. I kissed Jefferson.

“Yum.”

At one point that afternoon, Jefferson was fisting me. I think Marcus was fucking my face. I don’t remember much. Except the cumming. And Jefferson bringing his fist up above me and opening it; letting my juice rain down onto my belly.

I had been in the city for 30 hours.

archives of a misunderstood slut: Fivesome

2008-07-10T08:56:00.000-04:00

by Jefferson

A Friday in April

When Marcus agreed to come up for part of the weekend, he asked if Franz could possibly join us.

Marcus met Franz at one of my gatherings last summer. The two of them hit it off royally, seemingly unable to stop fucking one another. They were great to watch, Marcus with his dark hair and lean body, Franz with his stunning Aryan good looks.

Franz has been unable to join our gatherings for a while, having retreated into monogamy with a new boyfriend. When that relationship ended, he contacted me with the good news/bad news that he was single again, and eager to return to our parties.

Franz was happy to see Marcus and me again, and planned to join us on Sunday evening.

We were dressed when Mitzi arrived, thinking it might be rude to start off nude. Our show of good manners lasted only a few moments. Mitzi watched as the three of us undressed, joking and touching each other familiarly.

She took stock of our easy camaraderie. “It’s like you three just got back from summer camp,” she said.

Mitzi soon lay beside me, and we felt the comfortable familiarity that she and I have. She undressed as we kissed. Madeline joined us there.

Marcus answered the door when Franz arrived. Franz stood clothed in the doorway of my bedroom. “Hello, everyone,” he waved.

“Hi Franz!” I exclaimed from my position under Madeline and next to Mitzi. I made introductions; the women waved hello. I got up to kiss him as he undressed. I had genuinely missed him during his months of monogamy.

Marcus had missed him too. “I really need to fuck you,” he told Franz by way of greeting. Franz was happy to have so direct an invitation. He lay back on the bed. Marcus entered him and was soon pumping away.

Madeline was propped on an elbow, watching them. I stood next to Mitzi’s chair and pulled her face up to suck my cock.

I fucked her as she lay back in the chair. Madeline repositioned herself to watch us as well.

I was eager to try out my new silver bullet, with its two vibrating eggs. I pulled out of Mitzi, threw a pillow on the floor, and kneeled before her.

“What are you going to do, Mister J?” Mitzi cooed.

“I’m going to put a vibrator in your ass and another in your cooch as I eat your clit,” I replied.

“Ooh, thank you, that would be nice.”

I proceeded to do just that. Madeline leaned over the side of the bed, watching as I put condoms on the new sex toys.

Madeline had never been with a woman before. She had never been in a threesome with a woman.

Mitzi writhed with the sensation. I sucked her clit, then stopped for a moment.

“Hmmm, Madeline, can you help me out here? My jaw is aching something fierce,” I lied. “I’m just not sure I can finish the job. Can you give me an assist?”

I adjusted the duvet underneath me to make room for her knees.

“Well,” she said. “We can’t leave Mitzi dangling.” Madeline lowered herself to the floor, and put her lips to Mitzi, taking her first taste of another woman.

“Ummmf,” Mitzi moaned. “It’s so nice to see such a pretty girl down there.” Being with a woman is still new to Mitzi as well.

I kissed and massaged Mitzi’s body, looking up to see that Franz was now fucking Marcus. That’s right boys, I thought. Get it out of your system and come help me with the girls.

Madeline’s body was just too tempting to resist. I lay on the floor and, like a mechanic, scooted underneath to get a look at her chassis. I licked and sucked her pussy as she did the same to Mitzi.

When Madeline had cum, I emerged to find Marcus kneeling on the bed, Franz standing behind, about to enter him again. Marcus’s eyes were closed in ecstasy as he leaned his head back on Franz’s shoulder. He was hard.

I lay back on the bed, taking Marcus in my mouth. He fell forward to reciprocate in sucking my cock. From my intimate vantage, I watched as Franz’s cock went into Marcus.

As they fucked above my eyes, Marcus’s balls jostled on my face, Franz’s balls bouncing on his.

I could hear the women’s excitement as they watched us.

We adjusted positions after a while. I thought surely now the boys will join me with Madeline and Mitzi. Nothing doing—they were soon back at their game of tag team ass fucking.

God, I thought. Get a room, boys.

I resigned myself to taking care of the two women.

I fucked Madeline as Mitzi sucked her tits. When she was nearing orgasm, I pulled out to manipulate her g spot with my fingers. I pressed with two fingers, then three. “More,” she moaned. I lubed and three fingers became four. Four became my fist.

Mitzi’s eyes were wide as I fisted Madeline. This was not something we had done.

Of course, she had to try it herself.

When I pulled out of Madeline, I uncorked a rich flow of girl juice. I smeared it on her torso and triumphantly splashed it in the air.

Later, as Madeline put her mouth to work on the boys, Mitzi put her hand to work on Madeline. I watched from a chair as Mitzi’s fingers became acquainted with Madeline’s innards.

Her face lit up as her fist made it in.

“Look at what I’m doing!” she exclaimed. I looked: she was up to her wrist in Madeline.

“Nicely done, Mitzi,” I commended her.

This turned her on tremendously. She retrieved her hand and set to fucking me.

Madeline decided to bring the mountain to Mohammed. She joined the boys as they fucked. Soon she had Franz in her ass.

He came as he fucked her.

When he went to wash up, Madeline gloated, “I got the gay boy to cum with my ass!” She got a high five on that.

Franz showered and dressed. Marcus was eating Madeline when he returned to say goodbye. He looked nice, as if he had a dinner engagement.

Marcus stood and kissed Franz on the cheek, giving him a nice cologne of pussy. The poor fellow went back to wash his face before departing.

With Franz gone, Marcus could return to the rest of us. He was impressed by the fisting action. He held his hand up to Mitzi’s and noted how much smaller her hand was than his. He held a hand to Madeline’s.

“Madeline,” he asked sweetly. “Will you fist me?” The tone in his voice suggested he might well drop to one knee to propose.

“Of course. I’d be honored.” It was a first for each of them. Another in a series of firsts.

I caressed Marcus and held him as she set to work, lubing a hand and working her fingers into him. Mitzi joined me in touching him.

Soon Madeline had her fist in him, pumping gently as he rocked to her motion, moaning.

I caught her eye. Somehow I had felt she was watching me. We smiled at one another.

archives of a misunderstood slut: Threesome III

2008-07-09T07:13:00.000-04:00

by Madeline
Sunday Morning
Three of us in Jefferson’s bed. Madeline in the middle. My right side is asleep from my shoulder to my foot. I turn my head to look at the two men on either side of me. Goddamn (I think I actually said “Goddamn!”).

I scoot smoothly down to the foot of the bed, climbing over Jefferson’s legs and almost losing my balance once my feet hit the floor. I am wobbly from last night. I look back after catching myself on the wall. Jefferson’s eyes are looking at me.

“Sorry, honey- I’m just going to the bathroom. Go back to sleep.”

I have to pee. I wash my face, brush my teeth and examine the bruises that are showing up on my ass and thighs. I look a mess. I love it. Jefferson is not in bed when I return to the room. I peek into the back bedroom, where he is curled up on the futon.

“Hey, baby, what’re you doing here?”
“Um, it was really crowded with everyone in the bed.”
“Well, why don’t you scoot over, then, so I can join you?”
“No, I’m fine; you go back to bed. We can’t leave Marcus by himself.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. I’ll be fine, and I’ll come join you in a bit.”

I go back to Jefferson’s room and get under the sheet, flat on my back. I drift for a while, then wake. It is just before 7 AM. Marcus is pulling the duvet up to my shoulders.

“What are you doing?”
“I thought you might be cold; I was freezing.”
“I was very warm between the two of you last night.”

Marcus and I lay in bed, talking about our exes and the proper way to handle his balls. He has low-hanging balls. He can do amazing things with them. Why, just yesterday they were inside my pussy along with his dick.

I would not make this up.

“Madeline, you have such a nice body. And great skin. Hey- show me your teeth!”

I do not know what the deal is with these two and their dental fixation; just last week Jefferson had asked me to lean into my webcam and flash him all my teeth. Now here was Marcus doing the same. I am self-conscious about my teeth. I refuse to show him, and he pins me down. I do not let him do a full examination.

“So what else don’t you like about your body?”

“Well, you know I have these spider veins on my legs ever since I had kids…I really don’t like those.”

“Oh, my god, that is so dumb!!”

“I know it is; I can’t help it. I’ve always really loved my legs. I’m just not terribly fond of their present incarnation.”

“I’d like to see your legs in the air.”

“Haha! So early?”

He reaches down to a bag he’s set next to the bed. Pulls out two webbed nylon and Velcro restraint cuffs. Puts them around my ankles. On each cuff is a d-ring. To each ring he attaches one end of a nylon strap. The strap is adjustable. He positions me at the foot of the bed. Kisses my pussy.

“Don't worry; I'm not going to fuck you yet,” he says, knowing that I’m wary of breaking the house rule that we must wake Jefferson before Marcus and I have sex; “I’m going to give you a lesson on deep throating.

Ahem:

First, you do an excellent job of taking a cock down your throat, Madeline. There is no problem there. But you know, you always have to work at keeping everything relaxed in your throat so you don’t set off the gag reflex. This is a lot to think about, especially when you are with more than one person. Watch what happens when you lie on your back and let your head hang off the edge of the bed. Now I’m going to put my cock into your mouth and it is going to slide all the way down your throat.”

Wow. It really did. Long and smooth.

“Thank you, Marcus! That’s a fantastic trick!”

“Now, I want to bind your legs in the air. Raise your legs, please, and keep your knees straight. Now bring them back toward your ears.”

Marcus practices yoga as I do. He knows already how flexible I am. He takes the strap that connects the ankle restraints and puts it under my neck, at the base of my skull. He then tightens the strap until my ass is raised up into the air. My knees are back above my shoulders.

I am looking at him, eyes wide.

“Marcus, go wake up Jefferson.”

“I’m not gonna go in there. You wake him up.”

“Well, I can’t exactly go in there now!”

“So just yell at him, like this: ‘Jefferson! Wake up! Jefferson! Emergency!!'”

In stumbles Jefferson, rubbing his eyes, which bug at the sight of my ass in the air and Marcus putting on a condom. I smile.

“’Morning, sweetie!”

“Good morning, darling. You remembered the rule.”

“Of course.”

Marcus rolls his eyes, feigning disgust. Then he starts fucking.

Jefferson works my mouth and breasts, while Marcus goes at my pussy. I like these restraints; my hands are free to play with my clit or Jefferson’s cock, which has been hard since he walked in. I turn my head toward it.

“Oh! Hey, Jefferson! Slide her toward you, man; get her head offa the bed. Now put your cock all the way down her throat.”

“Unh. Marcus, that is nice!”

“See how easy it goes down, baby?”

“Yeah," He slaps my face. "Suck that cock, Madeline.”

We take turns in the shower, Jefferson brews coffee and Marcus and I sit on the couch. Marcus gets the idea that Jefferson’s computer can use some souping-up. So he gets on the phone with Apple. He borrows my cell for its glamorous speakerphone feature.

While Marcus is on indefinite hold, Jefferson and I clear the bedroom of glasses, condom wrappers and toys. I spill a container of almonds onto the floor. He kneels down to pick them up and Marcus uses my camera to take a picture of his naked ass. We are all laughing.

We are ready to go for dim sum in Chinatown, followed by computer hardware and sex toy shopping. We walk out of the building. Marcus has the address of the Apple store and a list of what we need to buy. Jefferson has Mitzi’s barrette in his pocket. I have the two of them flanking me, our arms around each other. Hot as hell.

archives of a misunderstood slut: appointment

2008-07-08T00:11:00.000-04:00

by jefferson

“Can you talk?”

“Yes, I’m at the store, getting stuff for lunch. Madeline is back at the apartment.”

“Well?”

“Marcus, she is . . . it’s just . . . even better than I had hoped.”

“Wow. Wow, that’s great. And it’s cool that I am coming?”

“Yes. Where are you?”

“About an hour away.”

“Yes, we are fine. She is eager to meet you, and, I dunno . . . we are just in a very nice place together right now. I think this will be fine.”

“You’re sure?”

“See you in an hour.”

It was drizzling as I walked home, carrying a few bags of groceries. I checked the laundry, where I had sheets in the dryer. Madeline’s sweat and gushing, and my cum, cost us two loads of laundry in our first twenty-four hours together.

I kissed her hello. She was nude under a light slip, drinking water and relaxing.

In the kitchen, I unpacked juice. We had to stay hydrated.

We also had to stay nourished. I planned a large midday supper, not quite confident that dinner would happen. I stuffed a chicken, seasoning it in herbs and olive oil. I peeled potatoes and boiled them to mash. I chopped onions and soaked raisins for a sweet Moroccan carrot dish.

As the pots simmered, I collected the sheets and re-made the bed. Madeline lent a hand. “Can I do anything else?” she asked.

“You can stay out of my kitchen and enjoy your vacation.”

Instead, she stayed in my kitchen and enjoyed doing my dishes.

We were talking on the couch, when suddenly at the door there was a knocking . . . then a pounding . . . then a kicking, followed by a desperate voice pleading, “Let me in! Let me in!”

All in the few moments it took for me to cross the room to open the door.

Marcus had arrived.

I kissed him hello and introduced him to Madeline. Their conversation was easy. They have a lot in common, including having lived overseas in the same country.

But more, their demeanors and humors are well matched. Never mind how attractive they each are. I silently commended myself for being such a yenta when it comes to introducing my lovers to one another.

We sat to eat, as Marcus and Madeline compared notes on massage. She is a bonafide massage therapist; he has a talented set of hands that provide a front for his sex work. Asked about this, he explained to her how he cautiously screens new clients, in part using a carefully crafted script in response to callers.

He picked up a banana, answering a call. Madeline picked up another, posing as a client. He walked her through the booking of an appointment in words we would later hear him use again and again with actual callers. By the next day, we could all do Marcus’s spiel cold.

In the meantime, we kept Madeline’s appointment with Marcus. He had booked her for right now, in the bedroom.

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archives of a misunderstood slut:: what if

2008-07-07T08:55:00.000-04:00

by jefferson

A Saturday in April

Marcus called as I was approaching the security check on my way to the gate.

“Can you talk? Do you have a minute?”

“I will in a few, once I get past security. I’ll call you back in a sec.” I hung up and dropped my phone, shoes and belt into a plastic tray. All were x-rayed as I crossed through the metal detector.

The phone was ringing as it came out of the scanner.

“Marcus?”

“What did you say?”

“I said I would call you back. Can you give me a moment to get my shoes on?” I closed the phone. I slipped on my shoes, put my belt through its loops, put on my jacket, and hoisted my bag to my shoulder.

The phone rang.

“Marcus . . .”

“Why do you keep hanging up on me?”

“Marcus, I’m not hanging up on you, I’m . . . oh, fuck it, let’s talk.”

“Is now a good time?”

“As good as any, until my plane leaves.”

“Okay, good. So what did you think?”

“Wow, it was pretty amazing Marcus. I mean, you saw what it was like when you were there . . .”

“And that was okay? You’re sure I wasn’t interfering, or being too intense, or . . .”

“You were fine, Marcus. She thought so too. We talked about it a lot today.”

“You did? What did she say about me?”

“She likes it that you and I are so loving with one another. And she thought that we are one hot threesome.”

“We are. But that’s about us. What did she say about me?”

“About you specifically? Oh, I don’t know . . . she thought you were very sexy, very funny.”

“Okay, good. You know I need to make this about me! Now what about you? What are you feeling?”

“Um . . . very content, very relieved, very excited about this.”

“Where do you think it will go?”

“I have no idea. I mean, I can try to be content if this was a unique encounter, or if we meet every now and then, as time and money allow . . .”

“But is that what you want?”

“Well, no, I don’t want it to be a unique event. I want to see more of her, you know, in the flesh, not just on web cams. If we lived in the same town, we would definitely be dating. No question.”

“Do you see a future with her?”

“You mean a ‘future’ future? Marcus, it’s premature to even think along those lines.

“But of course, I have been.

“I mean, yes, it is conceivable that we could wind up together. I mean, logistically conceivable. I can’t leave New York, as my kids need to be near their mother. She likes living where she lives, but she is not bound there by a custody agreement. So if it came to that, I suppose, yes, it might be possible for us to be together if she could move to New York with her kids. In theory.”

“Is that what you want?”

“What I want is to be able to process my thoughts about this weekend without you asking me to make wedding arrangements, please.”

“I’d be the best man, though, right?”

“Yes, and we’d take you on the honeymoon too.”

“Of course! I know you don’t know much now, I just wanted to see what kind of future you see.”

“I see myself getting on to a plane in twenty minutes. Beyond that, who knows?”

“Now, here’s my follow up. Let me ask you something.”

“Yes?”

“What happens if I fall in love with her first?”

“Marcus . . .”

“Now, hear me out. You know, you don’t meet someone like her very often. I know I don’t. She is really unique.”

“That she is. But sweetie, you’ve only known her for twenty-four hours!”

“Well, forty eight, since I left you guys yesterday. Plus the time I spent reading her blog, I think you have to count that.

“All in all, it was a pretty intense immersion, and it just felt so comfortable, right from the beginning. You had had time to get to know her a bit, and of course you and I have a long history, and that helped for the three of us to gel . . . but I don’t know, I think she and I connected as well.”

“I’m sure you did. You both hit it off really well.”

“Did that bother you?”

“No, no. I don’t mean to say that sparks flew between you like that. It’s just that you got along well, as I hoped you would. I don’t see it as a problem in my relationship with her.”

“Am I being ridiculous about being attracted to her?”

“If you weren’t attracted to her, I’d call the morgue to pick you up. Because you would have to be dead.”

“So what am I supposed to do?”

“Well, by all means, keep in touch with her. It’s cool if you have both found a new friendship in one another. But I think that after a few days, and a few cold showers, you’ll come to your senses. This was one hell of a hot weekend—I really hope we do it again. But I don’t think you are in real danger of falling in love with my online girlfriend.”

“I guess you’re right. It was one hot weekend. Thanks again for making me a part of it.”

“Thanks for coming up, honey. It was good to see you, in addition to all the fine sex.”

“You too baby. Get on your plane. I love you.”

“I love you, Marcus. Let’s talk when I’m back.”

Time for one quick call.

“Hi Madeline.”

“Hi baby. Are you on your way?”

“Almost. Just wanted to check in with you again. I can’t believe this was real.”

“It was real.”

“It was really real.”

“You said some very sweet things to me last night. I was just trying to recall them all.”

“Don’t strain your brain too much. I’ll probably repeat them at some point. I’m a little redundant at times.”

“Me too. So keep in touch as best you can when you are away.”

“I’ll do what I can, and we’ll talk more when I return.”

We paused, anticipating that we were soon back to our relationship of web cams, cell phones and blogs.

“How the hell am I going to blog this?”

“Beats me. My mind is reeling.”

We were quiet for a moment. One day, this might be the part of a conversation where we would routinely swap “I love you.” But we know better than to rush that.

She reverted to the next best thing.

“You hang up first.”

“No, you hang up first.”

“I said it first.”

“That doesn’t mean I have to do it first!”

“Yes it does. That’s how it works.”

“Okay, fine! One . . . two . . .”

Click.

Three.

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archives of a misunderstood slut:Honey Ryder, Sushi Girl

2008-07-06T10:07:00.000-04:00

It’s 9:45 on Friday, and Marcus calls the sushi restaurant near my house. They serve until 10:30. Excellent.

In the weeks leading up to his visit, I had made only one concrete plan (besides the fucking) for us: Sushi.

I am a born and bred Midwestern girl. I have lived in many different parts of the world, but my sense of trepidation at seafood (let alone uncooked seafood) has never left me. I know next to nothing about sushi; Marcus was going to change that.

We had walked past the restaurant earlier in the day. It met with Marcus's approval. So, after a late afternoon nap in my bed (I on my stomach, he next to me caressing the entire length of my back until I fell asleep to the music of Röyksopp), we got up, showered and dressed.

We are seated; two of the eight total patrons at this late hour. Our waiter was a tall, skinny gay boy with growing-out hair and a face which reminded me of a hawkish Simon le Bon. He was very polite, and appropriately deferent to Marcus, who clearly knew what he was doing.

We ordered sake, and Marcus proceeded to teach me.

“Were you aware that the Japanese are obsessed with James Bond?”
“No, actually, I was not…but I suppose that makes sense, since the first 007 movie was Dr. No. It is my favorite. Ursula Andress…yum.”
“Well, yes, and so in every Sushi bar in every city around the world, you will find a Sean Connery Roll on the menu.”
“Huh! Interesting.”

Here is another thing about Marcus: he has a very good poker face and loves bullshitting me. He is better at it than just about anyone I know.

Marcus starts laughing hysterically, “I can’t believe you bought that! A Sean Connery Roll in Every Sushi Bar?!”

Whatever. He’s going to have to do better than that to get a rise out of me.

“Okay, Madeline. Seriously, tell me what you know about sushi.”
”Seriously, I’ve eaten a California roll in my life. That’s about it, except for some kind of marinated tuna that my brother likes to make.”
“Alright. So…do you have a problem with seafood?”
“Not a huge one, although I really don’t like caviar.”
“Why is that?”
“Too fishy.”
“Um, we may have a problem here…much of sushi is fish, you know.”
“I trust you, Marcus, and I promise to try everything.”

Marcus gets up to see the fish before he decides what to order. I watch him walk confidently to the counter in his leather (!) pants. All of a sudden, there is a fumbling, bumbling, tumbling sound. Marcus has knocked over a container of sea salt, which has remained intact, despite bouncing off the cash register and counter. I am giggling at the table.

Once he has interviewed the sushi chef about the freshness of the tuna and yellowtail, he comes back and orders.

1. Edamame-soybeans cooked in their pods and salted
2. Gyoza-fried pork wontons
3. Age dofu- lightly pan fried tofu topped with fish flakes
4. Unagi- Eel
5. Hamachi- young yellowtail (sashimi)
6. Toro-fatty tuna (sashimi)
7. Uni- sea urchin

I follow Marcus’s lead, sampling some of everything. So fucking good! I thought I might have had to force some things down, but I am really enjoying everything I put into my mouth. When Marcus gets to the Uni he tells me, as he will the next day when we are eating cheesecake, that I may not look at him or speak to him during his Uni Orgasm.

I have a similar reaction to the Uni. It is unbelievable.

We finish most of the food, polish off two pots of hot sake and Marcus has only to glance over in the general direction of our waiter and he is there in a flash. Marcus pays the check and we stand to leave.

“Thank you, Marcus. This was so great. I loved it. And I will come back and not feel like an idiot.”

I kiss him in the middle of the floor. I can’t wait to get home.

I drive back to my apartment. We walk inside and don't bother turning on the lights.

Did someone tell me that Uni is an aphrodesiac?

We are kissing, tugging at jackets and shirts. Marcus gets his leather (!) pants down around his knees. He is not wearing underwear.

"Come here and suck my cock."

I crawl over to him, wetting my mouth as I make my way. I take his hard cock into my mouth the way I usually do; deep and wet, all at once. Almost immediately, I feel uneasy. My stomach is too full for this. Usually I have fairly good control over my gag reflex. Uh-uh. Not this time, kids.

Yes, I have just eaten, and there is probably a rule about sucking cock too close to a large meal; much like swimming. But then I realize that it is something else, too. His cock tastes like new leather. It really tastes funky.

I try to tell Marcus that I need to stop; that it is too much, but his dick has already been down my throat. It is not giving up so easily. He fucks my face, and I try to relax as my gags become closer together.

Enough. I feel the leading edge of my vomit rising in my throat. I pull my head off his cock, stand and quickly walk to the bathroom. Clear my throat several times, rinse my mouth. I never actually vomited, but it was close enough.

I sucked his dick later that night, after we'd watched a movie in bed and I rode him like a cowgirl.

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96 hours in and out of clothes

2008-07-05T23:41:00.000-04:00

four days ago:

10am, woke up naked, and wore nothing.

11:00am, went out for something for my stomach. put on underwear, shorts, and a tank top. middle eastern restaurant.

12:00pm, met 1st client of the day. took off all clothes and remained naked for the next two hours.

2:00pm, put on underwear, and shorts. no tank top. went out shopping for supplies.

4:00pm, met 2nd client of the day. took off all clothes and remained naked for the next 90 minutes.

5:30pm, put on underwear, shorts, and the tank top. grabbed something to eat.

6:30pm, met 3rd client of the day. took off all clothes and was naked for the next 90 minutes.

8:00pm, put on same underwear and shorts, and drove to my house. no tank. got some clothes there, for my journey tomorrow. drove back to my studio.

11:00pm, met 4th client of the day. took off all clothes and was naked for the rest of the night, although he left at 1:30 in the morning.

next day: 7am, awoke. much to do- preparing for tape, a fairly new client who is gorgeous, and a top, and wants to get fucked at 9am, he says if he tells me to stop, i should continue anyway. he is THAT determined; he has never been fucked and decided that i am the one to do it, and today is the day. i wear fresh underwear, a different pair of shorts, and a short sleeve buttoned down shirt, unbuttoned.

9am, tape arrives. took off all clothes and was naked for the duration of the session. fucking him was hard, in fact a real challenge, but it had a real reward, too.

11:30am, tape and i are showered and getting into my car. i am giving him a ride up to ny, as by coincidence we are both going there. i am wearing the same shirt, unbuttoned, plus those shorts.

11:45am, i pull the shirt off my shoulders. i am driving with the windows down, the music up, his fly opened, my hand on his hard cock, jerking it and keeping pace with the truck in the right lane next to us. tape is both mortified and turned on. it should be easy for the trucker to see whats going on, as the contrast of our skins (im a white guy, he is black) is great. he shoots a load, and i contain it in my hand - marcus is quality service, and doesnt want anyone to mess up their jeans. unless they WANT to mess up their jeans.

5:00pm, i arrive at jefferson’s place. i am as clothed as i ever am, shirt open, chest exposed. sunglasses on. i light up a smoke, and i look like a fuckin’ gigolo. we giggle about things like fucking.

8:00pm, people start arriving for his sex party tonite. he gives me the ground rules: i am not to make any moves on men, this is a straight party. it is also a nubian party: virtually everyone here will be of african descent. except jefferson and i, and some white chick from jersey who shows up. and valentina, my occasional lover, who is posing as my date tonite. a single male can’t cum to this particular party. you may know valentina as the ukrainian who saw loads during her trip to cuba (the ukrainian smokes some cigars). the nubian party begins. within 30 minutes i am naked, fucking some girl with a moaning mouth, a red mohawk, and a name i can barely pronounce.

i remain naked for the next 14 hours. valentina shows up around 1am. we are sexing till 4:00 or beyond. and then she and i sleep in jefferson’s bed. he is such a good pal that he slept in a twin bed in the other room. we dont even need to talk about it: jefferson knows me well, and he knows i crave this one-on-one time with valentina.

12:00pm, jefferson, valentina and i go out for food. we begrudgingly wear clothes for this. i ask valentina to pick mine out from my bag. she chooses some mesh calvin klein briefs, armani shorts, and a tank top. jefferson has to return to his place to meet shelby, who is arriving by train. valentina and i continue to central park. its a beautiful day in the city, lotsa sunshine, low humidity. i peel off my tank and shorts and hang out on the grass in my underwear. parents walk by with their kids, and valentina is careful to pull her fingers out from my briefs as they approach, or i to take my hand from under her shirt; we are sensitive to children. at one point, when i am laying still on top of her, she suggests it might not look right. i, though, think it looks smashing.

5:00pm, we return to jefferson’s with a bottle of citrus vodka for shelby. i am in that tank and those shorts, and will remain in them for the next six hours. this is perhaps the longest stretch of time that i will be enclosed in clothes. i am finally face to face with shelby. i’ve read about her for so long, we nearly hooked up a few weeks ago in a hotel near her home but didnt, and we’ve talked to each other on the phone - but ive yet to meet her. i am struck by her perfect milky cream-skin, like brown cow maple yogurt after its been mixed up. later, shelby’ll blow me away even more.

5:30pm, valentina leaves, and the three of us go down to the east village to catch wigstock, the annual drag queen musicfest. afterwards, on to indian food, where those two clowns tell the waiter its my birthday - and i get a south indian birthday greeting. the lights are spinning and flashing, and the music is singsong with an indian accent. “happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you”, like nina hagen singing “hare rama, hare rama, hare rama, hare rama”: equal parts inappropriate, bizarre, raw, and wonderful.

11:00pm, i am naked, straddling shelby’s ass, giving her a massage on the bed. poor girl has had a rough time recently. i want to pamper her, relieve some of the stress she’s had, take away any tension. i want her to relax, feel good, go into her own world, in her own body. i give her my cock. she gives me a real surprise. i had heard that she is the best cocksucker in north america, but you take shit like that in stride. but fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, the girl has a mouth like nothing ive experienced. not even on a gay man. i ask her for a little lesson later - we can use jefferson’s dick? - but alas, she’s not giving out her secrets.

3:00am, goodnite jefferson and shelby, im off to a bed. thanks for that can of pringles. i sleep alone, and hate it. this is dead sea salt in my mouth, there is nothing sweet about it. i am naked without a sheet.

11:30am, i awake, and soon after jefferson is up, making his famous salty bacon. i eat breakfast in the nude, although shelby’s next to me in a dress, and jefferson is in shorts.

2:30pm, goodbye shelby. jefferson and i seek a bottom boy on craigslist. just as we have one coming over, ben calls. ben has nearly come to my all-male sex parties, and since he moved up to nyc, he has nearly come to jefferson’s all-male sex parties, but nearly just doesnt cut it. he is, however, ready to cum today. right now.

so it looks like we are going to have a little party. ben and the bottom boy arrive within minutes from each other. ben and i cant take our eyes off each other. we fuck and flip and finger and fondle. we kiss and kuddle and eventually kream each other. this is right after jefferson shoots a load onto the bottom boys face, and right in between the bottom’s showing us what fluids he can pull from within. how do four men have sex together? in this case, its grounds for a porn movie: jefferson stands next to the bed, facing the bottom boy, who is hungrily sucking jefferson’s dick. the bottom boy’s ass is up, since he’s on hands and knees. i am fucking him, and ben is fucking me, all of us connected at the same time. no wonder jefferson shoots- he sees everything right in front of his face. i am just enjoying the feeling of fucking and being fucked at the same time.

11:00pm, ben and jefferson and i order chinese food. i need to go, so i throw on some shorts and head out, shirtless. ben is in tow, and he seems surprised that i go around the steets of ny without a shirt. we breeze into a korean grocery store for some smokes, i drop him at his place, and head home, a four hour drive.

5:00am. i am still driving, but almost done. necktie calls and wants a massage, now. i can see him in 20 minutes. but that means, i’ll have to put a shirt on. i like to look normal, clean, not like a whore, when i approach my client’s residences. i have seen necktie before, twice now, and although he likes to get fucked, he actually closes up his ass when doing so, making it extremely hard to get in. did i mention he is african american? i seem to have a little theme going on this weekend.

6o minutes later, i am leaving necktie. i get in my car richer, and i hope a little smarter, too. i am happy necktie got what he wanted. i keep my shorts on, and drive.

desire’s eyes. they’re so pretty.

2007-11-16T10:36:00.000-05:00

she and i connect. we may not have a physical connection every time we see each other, but that’s only due to circumstances - like we're at a group sex party, and playing with others. we know, though, we connect. we know at some point in the future we’ll be together again, one-on-one. it’s really the way i like it with her. we are intense together. we fuck and we stare at each other, i can barely stand it, the physical pleasure of being in her pussy combined with the sheer beauty that is her face, combined with the plane we share in this life, at this time.

forget about the fact that i’m mas older than she is. she’s mature beyond her years, and i’m - well, i’m immature, ok. somehow, we’re on the same plane.

we certainly shared a plane at sex camp. a horizontal one, as she lay back on the cold cement floor of the “Cigar and Chocolates” pavilion, and i took one corona after the next and inserted it into her wet hole. she must’ve been turned on by it, because she flavored no less than 7 cigars in about 20 minutes. we had this intensity between us at that moment. it was in her eyes, yet at the same time, it became a little production line.

i took a cigar and gently put it up her pussy. she flavored it with her own fluids, and i let it rest there, occasionally moving it back and forth, until someone came up to us to get a closer look of what was happening.

me: would you like a cigar?
someone: uh, sure! yeah!
me: ok, here’s what you need to do. go over to the table and get another cigar, and bring it to me.

time after time, someone would do this without haste. upon bringing it back, i would instruct the person to remove the plastic wrapper and then take the cigar from them. taking the paper band off, i would open it flat, lick it, and lay it out on Desire’s stomach. this is how we kept track of how much work she had done.

the previously flavored cigar would be removed from her cunt, and this new one would take its place.

here you go! i would hand the cigar to the guy or girl who was, often as not, waiting, staring at us with wide eyes. have a good smoke!

desire and i don’t even smoke the same shit. she’s into weed, i’m into cigars. kinda like that amy winehouse song. but damn, we are smokin’ when we get together.

i like to stick my cock in her, and grab her ass, and lift her up. it’s true: i love walking around a room, with her on my dick.

i also love it when she tops me, and i love topping her, too. the other night, with snake, i bound her in plastic wrap, punched a hole at her nipple and another at her cunt, and dripped hot wax into her. she squirmed, and he and i fucked her. we have fun together, desire and me, and we are well matched in the screwing department.

but today, we spoke on the phone. poor girl was very ill. she couldn’t keep anything down, she was throwing up all over. our friend prince had gone dumpster diving a few days before, and he and desire made a meal from what he culled last night. hmmm, i thought, this does not sound good.

we spoke later in the day, too. she felt so ill, and wanted go to a hospital’s emergency room. i was worried about her dehydrating; she’s so petite in the first place. i told her i would take her.

i drove over to her place, and she greeted me in a soft sweatshirt, pajama pants, and big slippers. i had never seen desire this way before. she seemed so little, so fragile. i was worried. but she told me she suddenly was feeling better- not having the stomach cramps and vomiting that was afflicting her earlier - and suggested we wait a bit before heading out. she wanted to see if she could keep some water down.

i told her i was going to get some gatorade for her, and some soup. i went to the grocery store and got a plushie pals webkins magazine, the globe, and a happy face plastic cup as well, to cheer her up.

got back, and she drank, and she felt better. she kept it down. we went to her bedroom, i lay down next to her, and we snuggled. after about an hour of this, we started touching each other all over.

i ended up fucking her for hours on end. i mean, we fucked from 3pm to 7pm.

we literally fucked the pain away.

apparent heir

2007-10-31T17:30:00.000-04:00

in a word, he is stunning.

his hair is what gets you first. spilling out all over, yellow blond tresses, and his sweet body that has, like, not an ounce of fat on it. then, at the same time, you see the ink all over it, the truly amazing tattoos, and - i’ve seen him a number of times now in a number of settings - he manages to give a glimmer of that unique personality in the same instant that you see the tats and the hair and the body, and you realize, this guy is, like, golden. he is Not From This Earth. he is like the most fantastic dessert you’ve ever eaten. when you are around him, things seem - i don't know, life seems, different.

prince: i took his ass virginity a year ago, at one of my group parties. katie brought him; it was like she had unearthed a little gem and was sharing it with everyone.

prince: each time i see him, he looks different. one day he looks like a lady. another day, a punk rocker. another day, androgynous. another day, a tough hipster dude.

prince: he was one of the “demo bottoms” for my Dealing With Male Assholes” class at sex camp. i fucked him, for education’s sake, to teach people about guys ass-fucking other guys (it was so hot for one cutie who was in the class, that she had to leave... she later told me she couldn't stand it any longer, and went out to get fucked herself at that point).

prince: he drives a pickup. he’s got a masters in biology. he sings in a little girl’s voice. he has no qualms about my shit on his fingers. he’s fluent in spain’s spanish. he plays the banjo in parks. he mumbles in tongues. he picks thru garbage as a hobby.

i love having prince in my life. prince is moving a block away from me in a week. and in a quarter of a year, he is moving a continent away.

he’s like trying to hold cornstarch.

so i invited him over the other afternoon. we fucked each other silly. we blew each other. we made out. neither of us came. both of us were satiated.

we saw each other the other night. desire was playing at the red and the black, and he went for the show, as did i. we drank and smoked and tried to pick up girls for my group parties.

he came over the other day with his truck. he took some of my trash away.

i think he’s got a garbage fetish.

archives of a misunderstood slut: Molly's Take

2007-10-28T14:26:00.000-04:00

Molly and Marcus at camp
photo by Barbara Nitke

Here is Molly's story as written by Molly herself.

I can't remember when exactly it was, the first time Marcus proposed to me.

I think it was within the first minute of meeting him at camp. Well, at least it was in the first minute of talking to him. Before we spoke, we worked together for about an hour on kidnapping and gang raping a guy we'd never met. It was all consensual like, I mean the guy did ask for it (literally). When the scene was winding down Marcus looked at me and said, "Hi." Then he said, "What's your story?" ... "Do you want to run away with me and get married and live happily ever after?"

I think that's how it went. I don't remembering saying yes, but Marcus obviously thought I did, because he would introduce me to various perverts in the dining room. "This is Molly, we just met and we are running away together and getting married." I thought that was the kinkiest thing, a marriage proposal at a BDSM Sex Camp. I thought, How WRONG is That? I LOVE IT!! This was my first time at Dark Odyssey, and I could see I was going to like it. Meeting Marcus right at the start of camp was the best thing that could have happened.

In all my BDSM and kinky play I've always been a Top. When Barbara Carellas told me she was taking me to Dark Odyssey - a place for people to try things they've never done before, I made a deal with myself that I would do LOTS of first time things and I would also NOT be a Top. I wanted to try out being a bottom, being submissive and seeing how it goes. OK, it’s true - you wouldn't have known that I was there to learn how to bottom if you saw me at the kidnapping scene with my riding crop and wearing those thigh-high full length black rubber boots, with 7 inch stiletto heels like Catwoman - but hey, it's not like I had to refuse to top anyone if given the chance, right?

Well, anyway, the experiment of "Molly Learns How To Bottom and Do Loads of First Time Stuff" definitely started to happen as camp went on. Barbara C asked me to be the demo bottom for her "Erotic Awakening Massage for People with Pussies" class, and if you were there, you will know from the 5 minute full-body orgasm I had on the table that I loved it. I was the luckiest demo bottom at sex camp. Barbara and I have done that massage many times, but I had never done it in front of an audience of 50 people. So it was still kinda First Time. I love things that are 'first time,' did I tell you?

After the erotic awakening, I felt all amazing and floaty. I bumped into Marcus on the lawn. We went off to the foot worshipping class, but we couldn't concentrate on it, so we ran away to Lolita's power flogging lesson. We were a bit late arriving and we sat in the back row. Lolita was telling us about flogging. I love Lolita, I just met her here at camp ‘cause she let me join her Cabin. I can't hear the details of what's she is saying because Marcus and I are distracted. We start kissing. He slips his hand down my jeans and onto my pussy. It’s dripping wet, and he moans into my ear at how soft and wet my pussy feels, he lets out another moan as his fingers discover the cold hard metal of my piercings. What a combination it is. Cold hard metal rings in a soft warm silky wet pussy... I can feel that I am about to cum. At that point, Lolita is giving tips to the class about techniques for making a girl cum by flogging her, the energy in the class is building as the girl on the cross is being flogged to the point of orgasm, no one notices that I am also hitting orgasm in the back row. I bite hard into Marcus's cheek as I let out a scream of ecstasy - it’s so muffled, no one seems to notice, and anyways, the girl on the cross is screaming way louder than me. So the flogging demonstration is over and it’s time for the students to do the practical. Marcus and I flog each other, but we are distracted because we just want to fuck each other. Lolita comes over and puts her hand in my pants and screams "My god, Molly, you are so wet!!!"

I don't know if I ever told Marcus about wanting to be Topped at camp, but either way, we worked it out. He threw me on the bed in "the whorehouse" that afternoon and told me I better "Stop thinking it's all about what you want, Molly." He flipped my body and legs and arms around how he wanted them as he fucked me - always with that scary look and that Elvis style lip he gets when he is fucking - making me cum over and over again. I start speaking in this very small voice, nothing like my voice, "You're scaring me, Marcus. Why do you want to scare me?" I've never heard that voice, it just came out of me and it sounded very fragile and vulnerable, even though most of the time I felt safe with him ... but then suddenly there was a time once when Marcus really did scare me... my little voice saying "You are scaring me" wasn't going to make him stop... I had to really focus and do everything to find my very strongest voice and yell "Marcus!!" to let him know I really was fucking scared. A couple times I didn't know if I could stay in the headspace of this game with Marcus or not, but I did and we went somewhere incredible on a few occasions at camp.

But back to the whorehouse - we're still fucking and Tristan Taormino walks in to set up the whorehouse for the night. We realize that the whorehouse isn't even open yet and we've already fucked in about 4 of the beds. We apologize to her. She doesn’t seem to mind - she goes ahead and sets up the place for the night and we just keep on fucking. I have forever wanted to be fucked anally by someone who really knows what they're doing, so I say to Marcus that I heard he is the king of ass and I want him to fuck me in the ass. He does, and when he enters me, I come almost immediately. We lay on the bed and talk about sex and our life and our kids and work and our lovers, we fuck some more and fall asleep. We totally miss Felice's vaginal fisting class - I wanted to see that. Damn. You just can't do everything at camp.

We go down to Cabin 19 for a shower and Marcus washes me. Surprisingly I notice Marcus is very good at this - he washes me very lovingly. He could almost be a slave washing his Mistress. Mmm.

One afternoon, I went to Whittney's 'Spirituality and BDSM' class. I knew immediately Whittney was the person who could flog me - I got brave and went up to Whittney after the class and asked him if he would tie me up in the dungeon that night. He said, "I would love to." But gee, there was so much to do before that flogging date in the dungeon. I needed to get moving. I had to go back and see everyone in Cabin 19 - it was a Cinderella Glass Slipper type situation... I had to find someone who would fit into my baby-pink corset because it was now too big for me and I wanted someone else to wear it.

Wendy tied Hunter into the corset. Everyone nearly died. Oh - Hunter was so perfect in that corset! Marcus told Hunter and I to get down on the floor and he wrapped us together in plastic - we were so lost in each other I don't even remember who was watching. But I do remember Match was there. I know this because that was the first night I met him. The first thing I ever said to Match was, "Can you pass the lube?" He did and he poured it onto my toes so I could fuck Marcus' ass with my foot. I love that. I'm waiting for the day Match and I are together somewhere and someone asks, "How did you guys meet?" By the way, have you ever kissed Match? He is one of the best kissers you will ever come across, and he is very smart - he knows how to make me cum by touching nothing except the piercings in my cunt. Very cunning.

There was always so much to get on with at Cabin 19. As part of the "Molly Learns How to be a Bottom" routine, Lolita got me on the porch and put me over her knee. She spanked me and made me cum in record time! (very impressed, Lolita). In the moments before I was just about to orgasm, the Ramones came on the stereo and everyone started singing along in that Ramones flat anthem-style as I was being spanked... "I-Wan-na-Be-Se-dated"... Me? - I didn't sing, I just came very loudly, screaming into Lolita's legs.

Anyway, I couldn't hang around all night having threesomes and getting wrapped in plastic and being spanked - I had to go to the cuddle party. There were so many rules at the cuddle party. At first I thought that maybe it wasn't for me, all these rules and regulations. But actually, lots of rules are perfect for letting go completely... once the cuddles started I had the most amazing time with the gorgeous tantric teachers from NYC. Oh - I loved the cuddle party! But I couldn't hang around all night cuddling. I had an appointment in the dungeon.

Whittney asked me to choose floggers. I didn't want sting. Only thud. Very Heavy Thud. Whittney tied me up to the standing ladder. The gorgeous Captain B and others from the kidnapping scene came along to watch. Whittney gave me a very long and heavy flogging. In the beginning I thought I was going to die with the pain, it was so intense, I nearly said to him "Actually this flogging thing, it might not be for me after all, I might just get untied now..." Then with Whitney's advice in my ear, I found a way of just going with the pain, AND THEN something amazing happened, I just felt like I was flying, he flogged and flogged me and I cried and cried and sobbed and sobbed through it all. Captain B told me afterwards that she also cried and watched almost horrified as Whittney's flogging seemed like it would never end - at one point she said he was lifting up the flogger with both hands high up in the air and with the full force of both his arms he'd bring the flogger crashing down on my back... THUD!... apparently the noise was deafening. I didn't hear it. I was buzzing. It was truly a cathartic experience and I got rid of some very deep grief - something very huge shifted in me that night. I was flying for hours. I walked away from the ladder and noticed Marcus was right there next to me getting fucked up the ass by some guy. I smiled and went to go eat at the midnight snack. I was starving.

One morning I was Barbara C's bottom demo again - in her sensual fire play session. I had no idea what to expect but I absolutely loved it and once again, Barbara weaved her magic to make me go places I have never been. Barbara Carrellas has been responsible for changing my life many times since I first met her 12 years ago. And she did it again by taking me to camp. I cried on the Sunday night when she won Best Teacher at the D.O. awards because IT’S TRUE! She is the best teacher. I also knew that this was the first time that Barbara had taught since her teaching partner (Chester) passed away, and teaching without Chester it was a very big thing to do. So that award meant even more. I am so lucky that she has been my teacher for so long.

One day in the dining room I asked Marcus if he liked the idea of being tied down on a bench - his cock and balls in bondage - me Queening him and dripping hot wax on him? I said that if he liked the idea, I would find another top and we would "double domme" him before the end of camp. He said he liked the idea. I asked Lolita and she agreed to do it with me. But days flew by and we never did it. Then on very the last night at about one o’clock in the morning, Lolita walked into Cabin 19 and I thought, "My God! Here is the moment we have been waiting for. We are going to do it now." We didn't do the Queening or hotwax because Marcus was tied to a beam standing up, but the scene was still as hot as anyone could have wished it to be. And all the tenants of Cabin 19 loved the show. Lolita wrote about it here. Lolita is a genius top. She's so fucking good at it, and she's so fucking funny at the same time.

There are many parts of my camp time that are blank, I can’t remember them all, some little moments fly into my mind every now and then (like the time I asked a 6 foot tall very strong looking guy to carry me to the outdoor dungeon because I couldn't walk across the grass in my black rubber kinky boots with 7 inch heels, he looked at me... a bit shy but carried me anyway... I realized later he wasn’t actually an attendee at Sex Camp; he was a cook in the kitchen, he must have thought he'd died and gone to heaven) ... then there was a moment when Marcus and I bumped into Elle Emenope and we decided that she had the Best Name in camp. "LMNOP" you say it exactly like that little bit in the alphabet... it’s genius. And then of course it’s hard to remember all that happened on those nights in Cabin 19. Some of them were fairly sleepless, I think. Once Marcus and Hunter and I seemed to fuck all night long. And then Prince came in, too. Not to mention the gorgeous little Missy. Oh! Some of it is a blur.

On the drive back to New York, Barbara and I felt so happy. We didn't speak all that much. At one point down the highway, she just looked at me and said "You were popular," and we laughed.

We stopped to get gas - everyone in the gas station seemed so fucking strange. They didn't want to hug us. No one asked me to piss in their mouth. The outside world was just so weird. I remember laughing to myself at one point and thinking - "I actually came to 'I Wanna Be Sedated'??"

And I thought, "This fucking bottoming shit might just be the bomb after all."

[Editor's note: Molly doesn't have her own blog. She can be emailed at ohmissmolly@gmail.com]

archives of a misunderstood slut: Marcus and Me – Redux

2007-10-21T22:03:00.000-04:00

Last year at Dark Odyssey, I connected with Marcus and had some wild adventures. (See here and here, but also especially here for when I stuffed his own balls up his ass.)

I tried hooking up with him when I traveled to DC, but that didn’t work out. I also saw him at a party in Baltimore, but that was awkward. So, I did not expect anything or pursue anything with Marcus this year at camp.

And Marcus was as misbehaved as ever. He came to two of my classes and made out passionately. I don’t think he realized how distracting it was until I came to one of his classes and started making out with someone myself! Tit for tat.

Anyway, I did wind up playing with Marcus on Sunday night, Very late. Molly and I topped Marcus.

Molly is incredibly cute. She came from the UK and was staying in Oink cabin. Barbara Carellas introduced us and we liked each other instantaneously. We may have met at Oink, but we bonded over at the Perverts Saloon cabin. We bonded with her over my knee. She likes getting spanked!

So, it was very late on Sunday night. After midnight snack, like 1:30 in the morning. We got to the Perverts Saloon and people were still awake but most of them were in the beds because it had gotten really cold. Some people brought lots of comforters, some people brought electrical blankets, and some people, like Avah, had mounds of bisexual boys piled into bed with her.

Zelda provided rope and I quickly tied Marcus to a post in the room. A chest harness, hands behind his back and ankles together. It looked good and he was secure. Molly added a stocking over his head and I wished for duct tape. Zelda produced duct tape and I added strips of tape over the nylon to block out any light. Marcus complained about the cold and Zelda came over with an electric heater. Wow! That lady had everything we needed. Really great, because Molly and I did not have any toys with us.

We had fun with clamps and I had fun with a piece of cord. I tied up Marcus’ balls and played with them. Pulling, squeezing, scratching with my nails. I was having a grand time. Marcus was naked, hooded and tied to a pole with an electric heater at his feet. His cabin mates were all watching from their beds (well, they were not all in their own beds) with the covers up to the chins. And I looked around and figured it was time for a crowd favorite - a helicopter. The cord I was given was long and thin. I carefully wrapped the cord around and around and around his cock. It went around a lot of times. Finally I got to the end. I stepped away and let her rip! The cord unwound and unwound and unwound. His cock whirled around like a helicopter. It just kept going and going. Marcus was “Aaaahhhhh!” and his cabin mates were “Oooohhhhh!”.

When it was over, Marcus said, “You know, you are not supposed to use such a long cord!”
“Oh, yeah? Says who?”

We took him down after that and joined the warm cuddle pile on Becca’s bed.

smack dab

2007-10-18T20:11:00.000-04:00

i kinda fell for this one.

i was at a kidnapping scene. i was asked to help kidnap some guy, by his girlfriend. fifteen minutes later, sixteen of us had covered his head, tied him up, and carried him off to an open pavilion. we took turns shoving about seventeen things into his various holes.

but as for me, well, i can’t be satisfied with the usual holes. i had to start fucking around with his ears and nose, too. while he was tied up, and girls and guys stuck dildos up his ass, and did stuff to his balls, i leaned forward and whispered shit in his ears. i blew on his eyes. and then i pushed my fingers up his nose and felt around the insides of his nostrils. then i made him suck my fingers clean. i’m just like that; i wanted to keep him guessing.

so anyway, i stand up - to wipe my hands down - and there, next to me, is this lovely thing. this cute little thing, she is clad in a black rubber mini dress, and she looks kinda tough. i say hi, and she says hi back, with this australian or english accent, i can’t really be sure.

we immediately hit it off. i find out it’s actually an australian/english accent, she’s lived in both countries. we spend much of the next four days at Dark Odyssey’s Sex Camp together. we sleep together after fucking together, and we wake up together and eat together. we separate because i have to teach one class and she wants to attend another one, or because we have some sex with other people. we don't really plan to get back together- no real meeting place, you know - but in a couple hours time, once again we have found each other (mind you, there are 300 people milling around here, on a very large campsite) and we are suddenly doing something else together.

we take Whitney’s “male member” class, she is my partner there, and for a very bizarre ninety minutes she does nothing but play with my cock - coached by Whitney (who shared the "Most Likely To Get Laid" award with me, and later, well, Whitney - if they only knew, eh!! but that's another post...), surrounded by other couples who are doing the same thing. i don't think i was cognizant of too much besides her hands, though, during most of that time.

we take Lolita’s “flogging 101” class, and we partner up again. this time, before we actually start flogging each other, as we are listening to Lolita explain this stuff, i have my finger up her pussy, and she comes right there. we are sitting in the audience and we are having sex. Lolita sees, but she’s cool about it, and we didn't get busted for having sex in class.

we have threesomes with others, and we are loving it. she pisses in my mouth. i wrap her in plastic. she fucks my ass with her toes. we fuck in the “whore house.” i scare her with role play. i wash her very carefully.

we have talks about our personal lives, our kids, our jobs, our loves. we hold hands, we can’t keep from touching each other. we are doing all this ‘normal couples’ shit, but hey, we are smack dab in a polyamorous setting, amidst dungeons and nudists, and we are supposed to be sharing each other!

one evening, i am sitting in that same pavilion where the kidnapping scene took place, catching my breath. i just flavored 7 or 8 cigars in Desire’s cunt, and passed them out to onlookers. Desire has gone somewhere else, and the event is thinning out. suddenly, she and the man with the big shoes rush up to me and grab me, pick me up, and start kissing me, from both sides.

i am in ecstasy.

the last night. we have an impromptu photo session with sex photographer Barbara Nitke. some crazy hot pics of us in fetish wear, with Prince, whom we’ve also picked up - and don’t want to let go. i’ll tell you about him later.

the last night. she ties me up to a beam, with Lolita, and they go all cbt on me. i’m blindfolded and cold. it’s fun.

the last night. she and i get into a lovely little twin bed for a few hours sleep. we do what we do and i don’t know what happened after the sex. we fall asleep in each others arms.

i awake alone. i’m freezing, and can barely pull myself out of that godawful bed, to hop over to a bed across the cabin, that has Hunter (yeah, that’s his name - i think) and Avah and a crazy poofy comforter in it. i know i’ll be warm with their bodies and that blanket. but what happened to her?

a few hours later i run into her. she had a sex date - at something like 6am!

a few days later i am inundated with emails from her. she’s selected the best pics from the photo session and wants to share them with me. she must have an editing problem, because she sends me about 40 of the “best ones.”

a week later i get a phone call from england. it’s her! she misses me!

yeah, i miss you too.

no time for hankies?

2007-10-14T18:24:00.000-04:00

i = overwhelmed.

alive, challenged, happy - and no time to write.

just wanted to let you know, i am overwhelmed, alive, challenged, and happy, and have no time to write.

so i'd better stop writing and get back to everything else.

btw, anyone know the hanky color for vers guys? and what side it goes on? i wanna get one. if you want to find the color hanky, i'll give you my po box, and you can send it to me. i'll start wearing it around town and you'll get a private email report of what happens to me the first time from wearing it.

hey, man,

2007-09-21T11:24:00.000-04:00

you came into my life suddenly: suddenly you were face to face with me in my cabin.

that night, i fucked you.

you cracked me up over the ensuing days. i snuggled against you for warmth at night. we shared bed partners - girls, boys, whatever.

four days later, you needed a ride; i had a car. so i took you back to my place - my personal life. you got it all. my kids, my home, my boyfriend, my name...

that night, with the kids, we had a salad you made, with dried cranberries.

i left the next morning, taking the kids to school. you took a cab to the airport.

you left your shoes at my place.
they're so big. i can't fit.

um, jefferson?

2007-09-18T21:42:00.000-04:00

jefferson! did you take my girl and throw her out on the lawn, force her to strip, fuck her silly as she lay shivering naked in the cold grass, and then drive back to new york at 1:00am?

i can’t believe you. i honestly cannot believe you left without saying goodbye.

making love

2007-09-05T13:14:00.000-04:00

it's time i dealt with this, here.

i know that hedwig and the angry inch is now almost ten years old.

i know it's been performed again and again, with all sorts of people playing hedwig. but UNTIL I HEAR OF A HIGH SCHOOL PERFORMANCE taking place, i am not letting go. the fact is, this is the sort of play that all teenagers should see.

anyway.

aside from sexual orientation and identity, this play/movie deals with the subject of love. maybe it’s the sort of play (or movie) everyone should see.

of course, credit needs to go to john cameron mitchell for this, but credit must ultimately go back to aristophanes (the 4th century bc greek dramatist), who wrote the original mythical explanation on the origin of love. mitchell just took it and made it accessable to those of us living today.

i often think of hedwig when i’m with a client. not all clients, by any means.
but a fair number of them seem to want to physically connect with me, to create that most intangible of things, “love.” at least, that’s how i see it.

ok, let me let you see it. here's the song, "origin of love" performed by hedwig in the movie Hedwig and the Angry Inch.

i pay particular attention to these lines in the song:

Last time I saw you
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain,
That cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We called it love.
We wrapped our arms around each other,
Tried to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love,
Making love.

it’s the “shove ourselves back together” part that gets me. i’ve had so many people shove themselves into me, to get that closeness, that connection, that essence of connection - that i know, now, it’s not unusual.

it’s a deep craving for closeness. it’s a grab-at-your-flesh, pull-you-towards-me sort of thing. it’s done with pure raw emotion. there is no thinking going on at that moment.

i remember when i would have sex with my ex-wife, sometimes, it would be like we actually created love from cramming our bodies together. i think it happened with my ex more than with others because it was the longest relationship i’ve ever had, and during a long relationship, feelings naturally fluctuate.

but now, i see the parallel between what my ex-wife and i did, and what these clients do with me. i’m able to give them something they can’t get elsewhere. i like that.

i can never seem to stop thinking about this shit.

We wrapped our arms around each other, tried to shove ourselves back together. We were making love, making love.

Origin of Love

2007-09-05T12:45:00.000-04:00

sex camp

2007-08-14T19:18:00.000-04:00

Don’t you want
something else,
something new - than what we’ve got here?
And don’t you feel
it’s all the same,
some sick game - and it’s not insincere?
I wish I could
change the ways
of the world - make it a nice place.
Until that day
I guess we stay
doing what we do
screwing who we screw...

lily allen, “everything’s just wonderful”

that lily allen song is great. in fact, the whole fuckin’ cd is awesome. that girl cracks me up. i love her sense of humor, i love her ska-infused music, and i have to admit, i love her cockney accent. and, she’s so damned sexy!

hmm, lily allen, sexy...
lily = 4 letters, like the word “dark”
allen has a letter repeated, like the word “odyssey”
sexy is like the word “sex,” as in “Sex Camp...”

ok, it’s a weird segway, but let me please tell you about Dark Odyssey’s totally fun, totally crazy, totally unforgettable SEX CAMP.

oh yeah, it’s educational, too - meaning, it MUST be good for you...

SEX CAMP. also known as Summer Camp. september 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17.

you can attend for the full five-plus days. or, you can attend just for the weekend.
you can sleep in a proper cabin, with bathroom facilities. or, you can pitch your own tent.
you can have sex with lots of people. or, just watch others getting it on.
you can take part in amazing events, like the Garden of Carnal Delights, Fire Spinning, or the Pervert’s Potluck.
and, you can take hour-long workshop classes (i’m teaching four classes this time).

classes with topics like these:
“Cocksucking,” “Strap-on Sex,” “Rituals for Dominance and submission,” “Trans-Sex & Identity,” “Uneven Libidos,” “Rope Bondage,” “Pick-up Play for Bottoms,” “Designing your Poly Lifestyle,” “Urban Tantra,” “How to Throw a Sex Party.”

one of the classes i ‘m teaching is “Dealing with Male Assholes,” and it’ll be a “demo” class - meaning, i’ll seek bottoms from the audience to help show everyone how to play with guy’s holes.

what makes Dark Odyssey’s events so cool is that they truly are for everyone. people come who identify as bisexual, gay, straight, undefined, curious, or unsure. there are nudists, tantric sex practitioners, transgendered people, queer dykes, lipstick lesbians, gay boys, MSMs (men who have sex with men), and hetero swingers. there are folks who are into bondage and discipline, kink or fetish, and s/m play.

you want porn stars? Nina Hartley teaches there!
TV actors? Reid Mihalko will be presenting, too!
you want a transgendered performance artist? attend something by Kate Bornstein!
you want some of the best sex educators on the planet? try Jim Deuder, Barbara Carrellas, Lolita Wolf, or Mark Michaels!
you want to hang out with the “anal sexpert,” also known as the “Ann Landers of sex advice?” that’s right, not only is Tristan Taormino there too - she’s one of the organizers!

if you’re not very experienced, you’re still welcome. if you’re a voyeur, that’s fine.
it is a truly glorious, sex-positive environment that not only tolerates, but celebrates, the vast differences amongst alternative lifestyles. this all takes place in a non-threatening, casual, do-as-much-or-as-little-as-you-want atmosphere. that’s why i like it so much!

visit the sex camp website for more details. (oh yeah, if you look carefully, there's a pic of me on their site... hint: feather.)

Don’t you want
something else,
something new - than what we’ve got here?

i want to learn and i know is hard with clothes

2007-07-31T17:09:00.000-04:00

i’ve had a number of people - men and women - approach me discreetly to ask if i could help them get started in whoring. i’ve even had friends and lovers ask me how to do it (i guess they saw from me how much fun it can be, how easy the money comes, and how so many of those pitfalls typically associated with it are easily avoided). those who are strangers to me, i charge for the training - after all, it is my time they want, and that’s what smart whores in this country charge for.

here’s a little email exchange i had this week with a guy named Sergio. i'm not yet clear if he is a wanna-be whore, or just a latin lover who's lacking technique. either way, i'm sure i can help him:

HI MARCUS...

MY NAME IS SERGIO AND I'M VERY INTERESTING ABOUT THINGS YOU DO WITH SEX.... I'M FROM VENEZUELA AND I'M 26 YEARS OLD, I WANT TO KNOW HOW TO WORK AND USE YOUR TECHNIQUE?, I WANT TO BE REALLY HONEST WITH YOU... I'M STUDENT AND I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY FOR PAY YOUR SERVICE, BECAUSE I READ ABOUT YOUR RATES AND I CAN'T PAY THAT PRICE RIGHT NOW, MAYBE IN THE FUTURE I'M ABSOLUTELY SURE, BECAUSE YOUR SERVICE SOUND AMAZING AND EXCITING, THE QUESTION IS IF CAN I RECEIVE CLASSES FROM YOUR TECHNIQUE OR YOU'LL TEACH ME FOR LESS MONEY? THE REASON IS BECAUSE I LOVE A LOT OF SEX BUT I'M VERY SHY, I'M HANDSOME AND INTELLIGENT MAN WITH GOOD BODY AND COCK, BUT I DON'T HAVE SEX SINCE TWO YEARS OR TWO YEARS AND A HALF AGO BECAUSE I THINK I'M NOT GOOD MAN WITH SEX IN THE BED. I WANT TO LEARN GOOD TECHNIQUE BECAUSE I WANT ENJOY BUT I WANT TO LEARN TOO... AND ONLY I HAVE MASTURBATION WITH PORN MOVIES AND I THINK THAT'S PATHETIC, BUT I'M SCARE TO TAKE THE NEXT STEP... I DON'T KNOW WHY?, I KNOW YOU'LL BE VERY DISCREET WITH THIS E-MAIL AND IF YOU DON'T WANT ASWER I'LL UNDERTAND YOU.

I'M SORRY IF THIS E-MAIL TO MOLEST YOU AND I'M SORRY FOR MY ENGLISH TOO. I'M ENGLISH STUDENT OK... THANK'S A LOT AND I HOPE YOU'LL ANSWER ME SOON...

BYE
SERGIO

ah, Sergio...
yes i can help you - but it depends where you are.
i realize you are from venezuela. but are you in the dc area now? or somewhere far away from me, like caracas?
let me know this first, please.
marcus
ps your english is absolutely fine.

HI MARCUS,

THANK'SSSS A LOT, YOU MAKE ME VERY HAPPY WITH THIS ANSWER, I'M IN U.S.A RIGHT NOW AND I'M LIVING IN D.C AREA SINCE DECEMBER BUT MY APARTMENT IS IN MARYLAND, THEN PLEASE LET ME KNOW THE NEXT STEP...

MARCUS I DON'T KNOW YOU RIGHT NOW, BUT THANK'S, THANK'S, THANK'S, YOU ARE EXCELLENT PERSON FOR ANSWERED ME AND I HOPE EVERYTHING WILL BE FUN...

AND THANK'S AGAIN FOR THE COMENTARY ABOUT MY ENGLISH , I'M STUDYNG HARD FOR WILL GO TO COLLEGE... I'LL TALK TO YOU SOON

BYE
SERGIO

ok, Sergio. first off, let's see some pictures of you. send me a face shot and a naked body shot. the naked body shot does not need to include your face.
also, you talk about taking classes to learn technique. i normally charge when i teach people how to escort, and i also charge when i am teaching people about technique, but that second group of people is my clients! so, yes, i can teach you technique - but in order to do that we may have to get naked. is that ok with you?
first, though, send me your pics.
thanks
marcus

HI MARCUS.

OK I'LL SEND YOU SOME PICTURES OF MY FACE BUT I HAVE A QUESTION....I NEED THE NAKED BODY SHOT WITH ERECTION?

AND IF WE'LL HAVE TO GET NAKED IS PERFECT WITH ME I DON'T HAVE ANY PROBLEM WITH THAT I WANT TO LEARN AND I KNOW IS HARD WITH CLOTHES... THEN TELL ME WHAT I DO WITH THE PICTURES AND WHAT IS THE NEXT STEP..

AND THANK'S AGAIN AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW HOW MUCH I'LL NEED PAY YOU? ..... I'LL TALK TO YOU SOON

SERGIO

HELLO MARCUS,
THE NAKED BODY SHOT WAS REALLY DIFFICULT BECAUSE I PROGRAMED THE CAM AND I RAN FOR THE SHOT, I SEND YOU PICTURES WITH ERECTION BUT IT'S NOT GOOD BEACUSE THE AIR C. WAS TURN-ON AND MY BALLS REALLY SMALL.....I'M SORRY I TOOK THE PCS WITH MYSELF AND IT'S NOT REALLY GOOD SHOTS BUT I HOPE YOU HAVE ANY IDEA ABOUT ME... PLEASE I DON'T WANT YOU SHARE THIS ALBUM WITH ANYBODY ELSE BECAUSE IS ABSOLUTELY PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL ONLY WITH YOU. PLEASE.
OK I'LL TALK TO YOU SOON AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW WATH IS THE NEXT STEP.... BYE BYE PLEASE ANSWER ME TO THE E-MAIL FROM G-MAIL. THANK'S
SERGIO

you know, lots of whores really are teachers. i wonder if lots of teachers feel like they're really whores?

what to do?

2007-07-13T11:00:00.000-04:00

mom... i’m a whore.

nah - that’ll never work.

mom? dad? i’m a gigolo.

no- that’s too 70s, it sounds ridiculous.

mom. dad. i need to tell you something. i’ve been doing sex work for a while now, and wanted to let you know. um, yeah, i’m a prostitute.

shit. no matter what i say, it comes out so damned dirty. i don’t feel dirty. i don’t look dirty (i mean, slutty/scuzzy, whatever) and i’m certainly not ashamed of it. but there is such a negative connotation with sex work, that the very terms to describe it are poisoned.

so aside from the whole taking-back-the-words-and-empowering-them-by-using-them-ourselves thing, what the hell should i tell my family? and my friends?

many of my friends know that i’m a whore. but others just think i’m a slut, and i would really like to be honest with them. and as for my parents, well, it would be nice to come out with this to them, too. they already know that i’m active and have many lovers - of the same and opposite sex. they know seamus and i are together, and they like him a lot. i think they even suspect i have some kinks.

audacia ray came out to her parents about her own sex work a while ago. i remember first speaking with her about this eight months ago. at that point i asked her how it had gone, and she told me that her mother still cried every night about it. we spoke more about it a few weeks ago - i hung with her at viviane’s perverts saloon and then at her promo event for her recently published book, Naked on the Internet at the museum of sex in manhattan.

we had gone out to eat afterwards. wedged between dacia on one side of me and madeline on the other, with dacia’s hunky boy across from us, i asked her again about it. she told me that it’s still an awkard subject with them (her parents, i mean: those at our table were talking all kinds of shit. if you put jefferson, viviane, seamus, dacia, hunky boy, madeline, selina and her guy reggie, and me at a table together, well, you know, shit’s gonna come up).

so, yeah, some part of me (the dacia part, i guess) tells me to not to tell mom and dad.

what to do, what to do, what to do...

what to do?

i can’t see you

2007-07-07T23:56:00.001-04:00

i’ve been whoring around for, wow, i think coming up to 4 years now. and in that time i’ve only refused one person.

i’m proud to say no one has refused me. oh, i’ve heard the stories. the escort comes to the door, making an outcall to the client’s house or hotel room. the client opens the door, takes one look at the ‘scort, and turns him away. it’s usually on the grounds that the escort depicted himself quite differently than how he actually looked - which, of course, was not palatable to the john.

anyway, i’ve never had that happen to me. and i’ve been proud of the fact that in all these years i haven’t turned but one person away. until last night. that fucker broke my low statistic.

so maybe i should tell you the story of the first refusal. and then, i’ll tell you about last night’s episode. both were guys.

i go to a hotel on connecticut avenue. jonathan has called me there for a two hour appointment. we are to meet in the lobby, ‘cause he has a special room on a card-key access entry floor. i can’t take the elevator up myself. i prefer to be more discreet in my encounters - i like to walk into a hotel anonymously, find the elevator and take it straight to the client’s room, knock on the door and enter, neat and clean. but in this case, it’s not gonna happen.

jonathan has already given me a description of himself - he’s quite large (250 pounds), 5’-10”, blue t-shirt, baseball cap. i walk into the (rather intimate) hotel lobby and he spies me right away.

“hi! are you marcus?” he’s speaking in a too-loud voice.

yes- how are you doing?

“fine, doing well, great. nice to meet you. come on up!” he pulls out the all-important card key, and turns towards the elevators. i am wishing he didn’t make such a show of not knowing me.

we stand in silence for just a few seconds, and the car comes. we step into it, along with three other people. and he turns to me.

“so, did you have any other appointments today?”

christ. what did he just ask me?

and then, “i’ve been looking forward to this for a long time!”

i am silent. i stand in the elevator, literally trapped. what can i say? where can i go? god, he’s such a fuck up! i realize i am immediately pissed off. and not respecting him. not a good place to be.

we arrive on his floor, and the card key is put into the door slot. once in the room, i ask him to get undressed, and start to do so myself. he says something irritatingly stupid; i don’t recall what. but i remember thinking, ugh, i am not liking this guy.

but i’m in work mode, and there’s a task to be done. i start checking him out before getting physical with him. he has, like, forty thousand moles all over his body. you know, the really dark ones. ok, not forty thousand, but at least 50 or 60.

nif, nif.
hmmm- what’s that?
nif, nif, nif.
ewwwwwww!
there’s also some kind of smell coming from him. a nasty smell.

the other thing i notice is that he’s moderately hairy, but the body hair is in all the wrong places. his personality is grossing me out. and his body is making me sick. i’m having trouble finding the part that i like in this guy.

he gets up on the bed. i join him, and reach out to touch him. my hand is disinterested, but it is going through the motions. i think for a moment: i can’t do this.

the moment passes. i CAN do this. i will ride through this feeling, and give him another chance. i’m a professional. my hand moves down his body.

ugh. i am not enjoying this. i am feeling like i am working too hard, i am feeling like a goddamned whore. this is ridiculous.

i’ve never had this sort of feeling with anyone before! the combination of his stupid comments in the elevator and the room, his disgusting raised dark moles all over his body, the hairiness that is just adding to the grossness, and of course, that smell - that’s it. I CAN’T DO THIS.

i can’t do this, i say.

“oh, ok, no problem,” he says, much too soon. and then, “why?”

well, i, um, i’m not sure.

“it’s case i’m fat, right?”

no, no, that’s not it. i have several clients who are bigger than you, and that’s not an issue to me.

“well, then, what is it?

oh, jeez, now i’ve got to explain this? i take a deep breath, for if anyone’s gonna tell him stuff like this, it might as well be a sex worker.

um, dude... jonathan... you smell.

“i took a shower this morning!!” he blurts out, defensively.

well, that may be fine, but - you smell, jonathan. your whole body. like shit!

i didn’t like telling him that. but on the other hand, i’ll bet no one else is saying it. and... he asked.

i left without payment. i had lost my time, and i had lost my potential income. but i didn’t lose my dignity. had i stayed, i would’ve been doing something that i really didn't want to do. and that would’ve been whoring in a whole other way than what i normally do.

so that was, like, three years ago. i’ve been proud to tell people who asked me since then if i’ve ever refused a client, that i have, but only once. yet now, after last night, things have changed.

eric found me from an online escort site. he called me up, and we set an appointment later that evening, for an hour and a half.

i asked for his stats beforehand. after all, he had lots of information on me from the site - my stats, my pics, a description of what sorts of stuff i’m into, and my reviews from other clients, as well. besides, i like to get a little physical info on clients so i can have some sort of image of who i am going to have sex with before i actually see them.

he told me he was 5-9, 178 pounds, 45 years old. he also asked me if i had condoms and lube, and could he get a massage. i’ve had lots of sessions like this, so i think i know what’s in store here.

an hour later, eric’s at the door to the fuck house. i open it and there he is, looking like a guy who’s developing a stomach, big stocky wrestler legs, and (just like jonathan three years ago), a baseball cap. hmmm, on hindsight, maybe baseball caps are red flags for me?

i reach out my hand for his, to welcome him into my place. he grabs mine back with the ridiculous force of a too-strong handshake. i don’t show it, but my eyes are going back and forth a little and i’m shaking my head, like, “this is so dumb.”

can i get you a drink, eric?

“NO.”

you sure? some beer, wine , scotch, or vodka? a soda, maybe, or some water?

“NO!”

ok, i think to myself, this guy is ridiculous. he’s not being nice about this, and there’s, like, no room for conversation here.

well, come on in... so, you wanted a massage to start? i think we’ll begin with a little gentle stretching, ok?

“no. i only want a neck and shoulders massage.”

he stands in the living room.

um, ok... do you need the bathroom?

“yes. where is it?”

right back there. i gesture towards the open doorway on the other side of the room.

“where?”

right there!

i am surprised that he doesn't get this; the fuck house is simple: room and room and room; you pass through one to the next. he already made it through the first room, he was standing in the second, where else could the fuckin’ bathroom be? no one else has ever had trouble finding the toilet in this place... this guy’s kinda weird, i’m thinking.

he goes back to the third room, uses the bathroom, and comes out pulling his shirt off. he immediately drops his gym shorts too, and voila, he’s naked. i ask him to lay down on the bed so that i can begin the massage. he splays himself out on it super fast, turns his head to one side, and closes his eyes.

i climb on top of him and start with a neck and shoulder massage. this seems pretty confining to me, i mean, the neck certainly meets up with the shoulders, but the shoulders just drip into the back and i want to go there, too. the back just melts into the ass, you know... i guess i just don't make that much of a distinction between certain body parts - i don't limit myself to a particular area, is what i mean.

well, fuck it, i’m not gonna limit myself. i want to touch him right, i want to touch him the way i know he’ll like, i want to touch him in a way that will turn him on, and neck+shoulders just isn't gonna do it. so i move down, and within a few minutes i’m all over his back, his ass, his balls. he’s squirming in a good way, you know, he’s emitting those little sounds of pleasure and i know he’s turned on. i like him better like this, when he’s not speaking or giving any attitude.

i lay down on top of him. he’s still moaning and WOAH- his ass begins bucking up and down, and i’m still on top but now concentrating on balance, because this fucker’s gonna throw me off if i don’t. he takes his legs and wraps them around mine, in what i can only describe as a “macho grab.” he’s trying to affix me to his body, but in a very aggressive way, that leaves no room for me to be there.

let go of my leg.

i say it softly, but firmly. that’s the leg i injured at sex camp last year, and hell if i’m gonna end up in the ER again because of this jerk. yeah, i think to myself, he’s pretty much a jerk- there is no mutuality here- he’s obviously interested in taking on the role of a top, but he never gave me any room to feel comfortable with that. he never gave me a moment to get to know him first.

i’m a whore, but i’m not a stupid whore.

he lightens up with the appendages. but continues bucking his ass. i ‘m thinking, i’m not enjoying this. and that’s rare. in fact, i can recall the times i didn't enjoy an appointment on one hand. and with all of them (jonathan aside) i got over myself, rode through the experience, gave the person the benefit of a doubt, and ended up having a decent - if not even good - time. so although i’m getting this feeling again, i’m also actively telling myself that i need to be open minded and let this play out a bit.

he slides over to the left. i have nowhere to go but down, and off to the right, so we’re side by side. let’s see where this goes, i think. he looks at me with this expression like “what don’t you understand, asshole?” and says, “suck my dick, boy.”

ok, i can do this. i get it, i’m the sub, and he’s playing out a force suck scene. i don’t mind this, mind you - i enjoy role play, and can be either a top or bottom at the drop of a hat. but for a first meeting, i don’t really like to get so submissive. and if that IS going to happen, i want to have a decent feel for the person first.

but eric didn’t give me that. regardless, i’m resolved to trying to make this work. so i start to nuzzle my face in his groin, and he pushes it onto his cock. “get that cock in your mouth!”

i act like i don't want it a bit, and then take it down my throat. it’s the nicest part of him, actually. i have a dick in my mouth, and i don’t have to deal with his weird face or his erratic behavior or his stupid personality or his idiotic mumblings. oh shit, i’m thinking about what’s wrong with him again, and i wanted to try to get into this. i forgot.

“i’m gonna fuck your hole, boy, i’m gonna ram it into you now.”

poof. the magic of whatever scene i had just tried to create in my mind is just... dead. if i go through with this, i will feel like i’m being used. and not in the role-play way. in the serious, you-continue-this-session-marcus-and-you’re-taking-the-first-step-on-the-path-to-burn-out way. nope, it’s not going to happen. it’s not going to happen.

i pull my mouth off his dick, and bring my face up towards his.

it’s not going to happen.

“oh, ok, cool.”

no, i mean this whole thing. not just fucking me, this whole session. we’re done.

“cool.” he says it like i just proposed we go out to a diner for lunch.

no, i say, it’s not cool, really. it kinda sucks. but whatever...

i look straight at him as i say this.

yeah, whatever. he’s jumped up and is pulling on his shorts. the first thing i think is, hmmm, he doesn't seem at all surprised that this just happened. does this happen to him a lot?

he’s got his sneakers in his hand, and is walking towards the door.

um, do you want to sit down to put those on?

“no, man, i’ll just put ‘em on outside, out on the front step.”

no, you won’t.

i’m not going to have him walk out of my place barefoot, as if he’s just escaping from a bad situation. i’m very discreet in the fuck house, the last thing i want is someone attracting any attention coming or going. jeez, he’s an idiot...

come in here and sit down, and put them on.

he dutifully sits in the harry bertoia chair, and puts them on.

i sit across from him, and watch him.

“nice bertoia chair.”

huh? oh yeah, thanks.

i’m a little surprised; it’s the first normal thing that’s come out of his mouth.

“it’s a-nullthing.”

sorry? what do you mean?

“knoll. that’s the distributor.”

oh, yeah, i know. i just didn’t understand you.

without another word, he gets up and leaves.

i close the door behind him, and my last spoken sentence repeats itself in my head.

nikki in the house

2007-07-04T10:49:00.000-04:00

did i ever tell you about nikki? i don't think so. this was about 2 years ago. i found her online somewhere - maybe craigslist - and she was interested in coming to a group sex party i was hosting. she told me that it would be easier to come to it if she met me first.

we met at a thai restaurant a block from the fuck house. i had already seen her pics - face, body, naked body, her clothes style - this girl was hhhhhhhhot. my point, though, is that i knew what she looked like before i met her.

i had also already talked with her, at length, on the phone. she was vietnamese-born, but spoke really good english. she was sweet, she was friendly, she was smart.

she was a dream to eat with. we both had tom ka gai to start, and then tod mun and green curry. i think we had some beers, too. ok, the meeting had gone well. as we were leaving, i asked her if she would like to see the fuck house - after all, that’s where the party was going to be.

“sure! plus, i can go to the bathroom then.”

i didn't want to point out that the restaurant that we were walking out of also had a bathroom.

in the elevator, we kissed.
in the entry way, we grabbed.
in the bed, we shagged.

now, what nikki didn't tell me was that she was vocal. during sex. i mean, really - this girl held nothing back. when my penis entered her vagina, you would’ve thought she’d never had such a thing before. she yelped, she screamed, she dug her nails into my back.

and then, she lost it.

i must’ve found her sweet spot, because she was yelling like there was no tomorrow. she was so loud, i knew that anyone walking past the door would’ve clearly heard it, and known just what it was. i mean, this was the sound of a woman being plowed.

it was crazyhot. the ego trip i was on was incredible. i mean, damn, my dick did that?
and at the same time, i was mortified. what would the neighbors think? you have to understand, i have had very loud people - including shrieking, high pitched girls, having sex in the fuck house before, this was nothing new. but this one, well- i just don’t know how to explain the voice that came out of her.

for one, she was so tiny. on such a petite frame, i couldn’t believe that such a strong voice would be produced. this girl was literally screaming her head off. she was coming over and over. i have never heard a girl - before or after nikki - who was that loud.

afterwards, we were both wiped out. i don’t even think i came. we dressed, and i said i wanted to walk out with her, to have a smoke (no smoking in the fuck house, it’s like a smoke-free hotel).

we opened the door to the hallway. and directly across the hallway from my door was the neighbor’s door. a rather pretty, thirtyish woman lived there... i rarely saw her, and that was fine with me, because although i would’ve happily had sex with her, she was too close for my comfort. there was simply too much to lose, what with the high number of clients coming through. i didn’t want to get busted for running a whorehouse, so instead i chose to maintain a low profile there.

anyway, there she was, the thirtyish neighbor. her door cracked open about 6 inches, her head poking out. she had obviously been listening to us, and we caught her doing so! ugh, awkward moment. in an instant she retracted and shut her door, at the same moment that nikki and i were stepping into the hallway.

nikki never did make it to the group party. something came up with her mother, and she had to deal with her family, so she couldn’t attend. by the time i had another group party, she had landed a steady boyfriend who wasn’t at all into that sort of thing. and that was the end of nikki in the fuck house.

you, too, can fuck worry-free

2007-06-22T23:21:00.000-04:00

a reader who calls himself "Norway" emailed me and said, "Hey, Marcus, I want to find a safe way to fuck a guy in his ass. But I don't think that bars and such is a safe way to pick someone up. By the way, my wife wants to watch..."

so i replied:

Norway,

finding a guy in a bar, or any other hookup, really is ok- if you use your eyes, ears, and hands.

your eyes: check him out. your eyes are not just for looking for a hot guy, but for looking for a clean guy. here, i mean "clean" in the shower sense. surface cleanliness is a good place to start, compared with the other option.

your ears: listen to what he's telling you. listen to HOW he's telling you stuff. keep an ear out for odd things, as well as his tone, any red flags that make him sound sketchy, and other stuff he says (things that might imply a proclivity to disease). for example, if i hear someone talk about how much they like PNP - to "party and play", which is a term for using drugs and having sex at the same time - my antennae go up. to me, someone who is into that might also have a greater chance of engaging in riskier sex while they’re messed up.

your hands: these come into play (ha ha) when you get to the actual physical encounter. when touching someone, be aware that if you feel odd bumps, scabs, or other such things, it's time to go back to the first thing - the eyes. do a visual inspection on the particular oddity before you continue getting physical in that part. for example, if you feel bumps around his asshole, stop touching there, and take a look. if he has warts, you'll probably want to tell him that you're not going to fuck him (i usually just move on to something else, and later (when sex is finished) say, "hey man, i think you might have warts - you might wanna get that checked out.")

by the way, the skin on the hands is much tougher than the skin at the base of your cock, so it’s not nearly as likely to pick something up if you brush against it with your hands, compared to rubbing against it with your pubic area.

and the obvious: if you do get to the point of fucking, Norway, use a condom.

if you do the eyes, ears, hands, and condom thing, you should be just fine. and then you can fuck worry-free.

Norway, being so nice, sent me an email back within minutes of receiving mine:

“Thanks for all good Advice!!!!!!!!!!!! Very helpful!”

here’s a tip...

2007-06-14T09:09:00.000-04:00

yep, people give me tips. usually it’s done smoothly, in a nice manner. often they don't say anything, just leaving the extra amount for me, with the other cash.

but occasionally, i’ll hear some very bizarre statements accompanying their generosity:

“buy some milk for your kids”

“take your kids out to dinner”

“here’s your grocery money”

it’s odd... my place - the fuck house - is my SECOND place. i don't live there, and i don’t keep that fact a secret. many of my clients know that i only use it for sex. it looks that way. anyone with half a brain can see that - there are no clothes there, no personal things other than art on the walls, and it’s very minimal in design. actually, it’s pretty upscale.

i wonder, do they really see me as someone who scraping by?

sometimes i wonder if clients see me as being very wealthy?

occasionally i’ll get the totally ridiculous comment, “you should be paying me!”

i know where that’s coming from. they don't mean it like it might sound: you’re fuckin’ disgusting, man...

they mean it because they can see that i’m having fun. if i’m having fun, it’s not work, i suppose.

i guess i’m having too much fun.

the film director billy wilder once said, “in this profession, it’s not only what you can do and what you actually do that counts. you're paid for what you put up with.”

which only supports my theory that deep down, everyone’s a whore. ‘cause you KNOW that wilder’s statement ain’t just for sex workers and hollywood directors.

have a profession you want to add to that list? go on... give the rest of us a tip...

crossing borders

2007-06-06T00:40:00.000-04:00

i am depressed. a friend is dying of cancer. i have other shit going on too, but i’m not able to share that stuff right now. perhaps one day.

my friend kiki comes over to hang. she’s a girly girl. a model. she’s hot and she knows it; however, kiki’s also very down-to-earth, and i love her for that. kiki is a knockout in a dress, but she has no hesitation to open up the hood of a car and start working in it. kiki is real.

you either know a girl like this, or fantasize about one.

she knows what’s going on. she knows how to be discreet. and she also knows, right now, that i’m going through a hard time.

we have dinner. then a smoke outside - grooving on billie holiday blasting from the speakers, and the weather, which has finally changed to a reliable enjoyment.

we go inside, i bought the babel dvd recently,and i want her to watch it. plus, a movie will help release me from my own world right now.

kiki is freakin’ with babel.

it really is such a good movie (we snuggle on the couch).
this is nutzoid (i’m harder than hard).
we don't finish the movie (we don’t even get over the mexican border).

we do, however, cross the border between downstairs and my bedroom.

we fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck.

i fuck her so much. she fucks me so much. the blankets are off the bed - the pillows have knocked over glasses of water - the lube top has opened and spilled onto the sheet somewhere. her head is at this end - at that end - i’ve got her upside down and backwards and she’s on top riding me - and i’m over her thrusting and her cute head is tossing hair back and forth - and then i notice - uh-oh.

i reach down, move carefully, i don’t want to disturb the moment (i don’t want her to extract me from her, selfishly). i reach over to the bedside table. there, all safe and secure.

later:

“marcus! i cant believe you fucked the diamonds off me!”

getting shurgged: finally, it’s happened to me

2007-05-27T01:53:00.000-04:00

Artist: Ce Ce Peniston
Song: Finally

Finally, it’s happened to me
Right in front of my face
And I just can't describe it
Finally, it’s happened to me
Right in front of my face
And I just cannot hide it

that’s right. i finally got shurgged!!

boy, it’s hard to find a boy who can DO such a thing. about a year ago i was at a party with seamus, and we encountered some dude who said he could. that bastard actually shurgged seamus, but when he tried to do the same thing to me, well, i guess i’m just not as good a bottom as my boyfriend.

i mean, i know, as a shurgging top, i speak from experience. it’s these guys that have Very Tight Holes And Can’t Control Their Own Dilation that are often impossible to shurg. and after that night, i started thinking that i was one of Those Guys.

but then, my former-client/now-some-time-’scort-mate miles was working a job with me. that’s right, i helped miles make the transition a couple years ago, from john to escort.

so on this particular day, miles arrived in top form. in fact, he looked like tobey maguire in spiderman 3 when he’s got his black spidey persona on.

our client had been interested in seeing some shurgging that day, but said he couldn’t take it himself. he asked if either of us had ever been shurgged (he knew i can give, i’m sorta famous for that). i immediately piped up and said, well, i’ve never received, but i would definitely love to get it at some point.

miles steps up with his bat. i mean, to the bat. “hey marcus, i can shurg you.”

what? miles - are you kidding me? i didn’t know you can do that!

“i’ve never tried it before, but after seeing you do it so much, i would totally be up for trying. and you know how i like cbt... i think i can probably take it on my balls...”

it took a lot less time than i thought would be necessary (sometimes i can be at someone’s ass or pussy for, like, 10 minutes trying to get in). guess i CAN relax that ass. or maybe miles is just naturally talented that way.

whatever the case may be, i'm here to say it definitely felt good. still, i was kinda hoping he would tease me more. in order to do that, the fucker has to pull his balls back, so they hit against the inside anus walls - where stimulation just doesn't happen otherwise. you get a lot more control pulling your balls back when you've got your cock in there too. and miles didn't get to that (we did have a client to tend to, after all).

so what was the deal with Ce Ce Peniston’s name, anyway?

fuck house inventory form

2007-05-23T21:42:00.000-04:00

recently made a shopping list / inventory form on my computer. i don’t care what you think; it helps me to keep organized and not run out of supplies. after all, i have a whole fuck house to run properly.

CVS:
dixie cups
massage oil
wipes
disposable enemas
toilet paper
votives
q tips
razor blades
hair product
skin lotion
dental floss
eye drops

Whole Foods:
mouthwash
shampoo
shave cream
toothpaste
toothbrush
deodorant
limonata
club soda
tonic water
ginger ale
yogurt
fruit
nuts
energy bars
dish soap

LeatherRack:
lube
condoms

Safeway:
air freshener
paper towels
bottled water
perrier
antibacterial soap
sponge
napkins
windex all in one
bleach
laundry detergent
tilex
mop and glo
murphy’s soap
plastic drink cups
white trash bags
gallon storage bags

Car Wash:
room spray

Liquor Store:
vodka
scotch
beer
white wine

37 muscles to frown. And 22 muscles

2007-05-17T10:54:00.000-04:00

...to smile.

i run around pretty much naked, smiling at people.

what gives? ach, i’m a runner... not sure if i told you that previously. and i like to run through city streets, not in some dc park. and i like to run in Not Very Many Clothes. in fact, i run in just some running shorts - no shirt, no tank, no underwear.

the cool thing about my running shorts is that they have a little pocket inside. just big enough for my cell. i leave the fuck house with just three things: some running shoes, shorts and my cell. no id, no money, and no key necessary, neither (i can buzz myself into my place with my cell phone). i feel very free like this, running nearly naked, amidst all the beautiful people of washington.

it makes me feel like smiling.

so i smile at anyone who looks my way. i guess a good number of people do, as it seems to be a natural reaction to look at someone’s body when their clothes are off. be someone running by, and there’s even less of a threat for the looker.

i smile at the hot dude blatantly staring at me as i run towards him. i smile at the cute girl standing by the shop doorway, lighting up a smoke. i smile at the lech-y older guy, in his suit, his face fallen. he’s not used to be smiled at in this way, i can tell. i smile at the little three year old kid, who is holding on to his mother’s hand, head turning ‘round as i cruise past him. and i smile at the 60-ish woman, who is both blocky and colorless, her face betrays amazement that this athletic-bodied man is giving her attention, and she returns a half-smile, unsure really what to do.

why do i smile so damned much? well, for one, i truly am happy. i am glad the weather is temperate (i don’t run in the cold). i am glad i have control of my life (there have been times, we’ve all been there i think, when i haven’t). i am glad to be healthy and feeling good about my physical self. and (here’s a little marcus secret) - i like to flirt.

but i don’t just flirt with the hotties. i flirt with anyone who’ll flirt with me. i should clarify - by flirt, in this case, i mean “smile.” the lookers are used to getting smiled at, used to getting the attention. i may be attracted to them, but it’s the ones who don’t expect attention that i really like to give attention to. i know how bizarre it is when you think you’re not going to get noticed, and someone notices you. so it’s the toddlers, the older ugly men, the washed-up/tired-out women, to whom i truly enjoy flashing my teeth.

you ever in dc? if you see a half-naked guy, wearing white running shoes, and black shorts, cruising by you in the dupont area - well, that might be marcus. if he smiles at you, it nearly damn well is.

archives of a misunderstood slut: meeting marcus

2007-05-12T23:49:00.000-04:00

by Rita Seagrave

It's time to tell the story of meeting Marcus. He had read my profile before Dark Odyssey Spring Fire and sent me a brief, polite note introducing himself. I looked at his profile and clicked to his blog. I realized I had seen his blog before, had bookmarked it, and had wondered if our paths would cross. Easter weekend in Washington, DC would be the perfect backdrop for the meeting of two whores.

_______________

It's Friday afternoon and I'm teaching my first class of the weekend, Playing With Strangers. I'm lecturing about the gay hanky code. Lots of people don't know about the gay hanky code, but there's one hot bald guy in the back of the room, nodding his head in support. A generous gesture, especially after I had accidentally called him "Chicken" when I looked at his name badge. I didn't realize I was reading his entrée preference for the banquet, not his name. Despite this and many other ditzy moments, the workshop goes very well. Afterwards, Chicken approaches, which is wonderful. He is a hot man who may be gay saying nice things to me, feeding my overblown ego. And then he asks, "Have you met Marcus?"

This is unexpected and out of the blue. "Not yet, but I'm going to." I say this with an arrogant tone that implies I'm going to pour honey all over Marcus and spend three or four hours licking it off.

"Great," says Chicken cheerfully, still shaking my hand, "I'm his boyfriend." I gasp, pull my hand away, and dart behind the table. But Chicken is still smiling and even claims that he will introduce me to Marcus later in the evening.

_______________

There's some kind of ritual going on in the dungeon and we're supposed to be very quiet, but Marcus and I have just met and we can't stop laughing. Everything is so funny. We discuss our dinner plans, giggling. We talk about glory holes, which are hilarious. We mention mutual friends, howling in delight.

For a moment, he's serious, and says, "I'm a whore."

I say, "Me, too."

He nods. I'm not sure if he knows that I know what this means, but I do.

_______________

On Saturday, I'm planning to attend the class Marcus is teaching about Orgy Etiquette and Organization. I arrive a few minutes early and Marcus is not there yet, so I flirt with Jefferson and tell him that I'm moderately deaf, that I'll be sitting in the front row and using my sleek assistive listening microphone. Marcus shows up wearing an intimidating shade of blue lipstick. I have my doubts. How can I summon the huge amount of self-confidence required to seduce a gorgeous bisexual man who is wearing blue lipstick? Marcus flirts and teases me from the stage. It's great to bask in his glow. Everyone wants someone like Marcus.

_______________

I wear the clingy black dress to the formal banquet. After dinner, I leave early because I can't hear the entertainer. I'm standing on the landing between the two escalators, trying to find Pepper and Blythe, my playdates for the evening, when Marcus rides up the escalator. He's going outside to smoke, do I want to go with him? We're outside and it's our first moment alone. We kiss. The parking valet gently nudges us into a discreet corner, and now we're making out like teenagers behind the school building.

I have to go downstairs to find Pepper and Blythe, so Marcus comes with me and we wander through the dungeons, searching for them. A very nice woman approaches me and says, "I attended your Playing With Strangers class and I just had my very first public spanking scene with a stranger!"

"That's wonderful!" I say, encouragingly. While she speaks, Marcus is pressing his fingers into my sheer panties, so I point to Marcus and say, "I don't know this guy, either."

Blythe walks into the dungeon and informs me that she and Pepper are down the hallway behind the double doors, and I should meet them there in a few minutes. Marcus and I wander down the hallway, greeting people, and then we see the double doors. I open one door but it's not a dungeon, it's some kind of storage room.

There's no doubt in either of our minds what's going to happen next. Marcus pushes me to the ground, tossing my sleek assistive listening microphone across the room. Before I can say, "Hey, that device costs $1300," he straddles me and aggressively shoves my face into the carpet, knocking out one of my hearing aids. I reach up to adjust it, but he snatches that $4000 digitized auditory mechanism and lobs it into a nearby basket like so many dimes in a coin toss. He's fingering me and I'm squirming all over the carpet. "I like this," he says. I'm close to cumming and thinking there's no way in hell I will be able to switch with this guy. People keep walking in, and backing away quietly when they see us.

At some point, we get up and walk back out into the hallway, and find the other set of double doors. There's Pepper and Blythe, playing on the cross. While we're waiting for them to finish, Marcus and I sit on the floor and start laughing again. Everything is so funny when you're a couple of whores. Pepper shushes us. I stand up, but Marcus is still lying on the floor.

Suddenly, I feel a surge of power. I glance down at Marcus, who looks helpless on the floor. I kick him a few times. His body goes limp. He's like a smaller animal getting eaten by a bigger one. I love this. I straddle him and pinch his nipples and pull his hair.

We've officially switched.

dicktation: laughing all the way to the (sperm) bank

2007-05-10T08:23:00.000-04:00

dicktation taken by: melanie

melanie sent me her phone number quite willingly, quite promptly. when i called to give her dicktation, we spoke for a while about herself, and it became clear that a sense of adventure is a constant in her life. she lives with a bisexual man raising 3 kids. she and her guy play sexually with individuals, couples, and several times a year at orgies. the bi-guy's a switch; she loves to top him, but otherwise melanie's submissive. she lives near san francisco, is into fire play (specifically fire poi spinning), and she likes to run off to the desert for Burning Man.

melanie has a corset fetish - look, here she is in one of them! (nice ass btw)

thank you, melanie, for taking this dictation!

________________________

I want to tell you about the sperm bank I started. But it’s not the type to help people get pregnant.

No, Marcus continued, I got the idea because so many men I see are fixated with cum. Cum is fetishized. These guys want me to either shoot on them, or in them… they want to know how far I can go (I can shoot pretty far, I can hit the wall). I can also cum a lot. So it’s easy for me to meet their needs.

Anyway, it occurred to me to go into business selling cum one day after some guy fucked me. He came in his condom, and after he withdrew from me, I helped take it off his dick. I looked at all the cum in the condom and thought wow, that’s incredible. He must have more than three times what I’ve seen any other guy shoot (and I’ve seen a lot of guys cum).

I figured I ought to do something with it. Look at all that cum contained in one little pouch! So I tied a knot in the top of the condom and tossed it in the freezer. And that was when I first thought to offer cum to clients.

I currently sell one condom’s worth of semen for $20. I don’t discriminate - I save both my cum and others’ cum, too.

A guy came to see me yesterday. He squirted all over his chest. I got a Dixie cup and scooped it up, and quietly tucked it under the bed. I don’t think he was even aware I’d done it. He was just on the bed recovering, happy and out of it. Later I poured it into a condom and froze it.

You know, lots of men like cum – to eat it, pour on themselves, pour it on me, flavor their underwear. Obviously, it’s not for reproductive purposes. In that case, it’d need to be stored at a different temperature. My cum storage is for, ah, “entertainment purposes only.”

I’m very discreet about how I bring up the issue of selling condoms with cum in it. In that way, it’s kinda like piss play. Some men are totally into it, and others go “ick.” One guy had just fucked me, we were lying in bed and he said “I’ve got to go piss, but I don’t want to get up.” So I said to him, “No problem, don’t move- just piss here,” and he was like – “Hey, I don’t want to ruin your bed.” But I replied “No, man, just go in my mouth.” He said, “I just can’t do that.”

So, whether it’s about piss play or frozen cum in condoms, some people go, “Hell, yeah” and others are just, “No way!” Regardless, I’m very gentle about it, and am quick to back off if they’re not interested.

Selling cum in condoms? Hey, it’s just one more service that I offer.

archives of a misunderstood slut: women on top

2007-04-29T09:45:00.000-04:00

geez, i’ve been called a lot of things before. but never an... angel??!!? aw, shucks, Selina. you're making me blush...

by Selina Fire

I gave my love an Easter present. I've topped him lots. This time I topped him with a top.

I love to fuck my boyfriend Martin's ass with my fingers, vibrators, my strap on silicon double-headed dildo, but he'd never been fucked with a real, live dick. So, for an Easter present, I gave my love the loss of his cherry.

I needed help, and an angel came to my aid. We were at Spring Fire, Tristan Taormino's Easter sex gathering. Some of my best blogger friends were there, as was my angel.

I caught him outside his workshop on How to Plan an Orgy.
"I wanted to ask you something," I ventured.
"What is it?"
"Well..." I hemmed.
"Out with it!" the angel said.
"Well, I was thinking,you know? You know so much, and you're so good, I was thinking..."
"Go ahead."
I mean, Martin has never..." I was unable to say it.
"You mean, you want me to fuck him?"
"Would you?"
"I'd love to!"
"Oh, Angel! Thank you! When would be a good time?"
"I'll let you know."

He certainly did. Right before the gala dinner on Saturday night. We had half an hour before the shindig began.
"Are you sure we'll have enough time?" I asked my angel.
"Oh, yeah. Don't worry. Trust me."
"Ok."
"It'll be perfect."
It was.

We were in our hotel room, showering, relaxing.

"I have a present for you," I told Martin.
"You do? What kind of present?"
“Well, it's something that's going to happen now, ok? I arranged it. This is the only time we could work it out. Someone's going to come up to the room, and help me give it to you, ok?"
"Ok."
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"I'll tell you this much: it's something you've never done before, but it's something you're going to love. You're just going to have to trust me, ok?"
"Ok."

Martin was just finishing up his shower in the bathroom when my angel showed up.

"So, how does he feel about it?" the angel asked me.
"He doesn't know," I answered.
"He doesn't know? You have to tell him!"
"He's ok with it."
"You bitch! I never do this this way."
"I promise, he'll be ok with it!"

Angel's had wives who've thought their husbands wanted surprises, and husbands who thought their wives wanted surprises. Those haven't always worked out too well, so now Angel wants everything up front. I understand, but this is a present for my Martin. I know it's a good present. I know Martin, and I know what his body wants. I know Angel will see, and he's kind enough to give me a chance to prove it. My angel acquiesces, only because he likes me, I think. I am grateful.
"Ok," he says, "We'll try it, but..."

Martin has stepped out of the bathroom. "Oh, hi, Angel!" says Martin.
"Hi, Martin!"
"I want you to lie down on the bed," Angel says to Martin.
"Ah...ok."
"Face down."
"Ok."

My Martin lies down on the bed. I love how he does what I say -- and what the angel says. "I'm going to rub your back a little, ok?" says Angel.
"Ummm humm," says Martin.

Martin is on his stomach on the bed. My angel is over him. My angel's body is in perfect shape. He is a very handsome man. He is slim, strong, graceful - like a dancer. He's rubbing Martin's shoulders. Then he's rubbing Martin's back. Martin relaxes into his touch. Angel is a pro. Angel knows exactly what he's doing.
"I'm going to play with your ass, ok?"
Martin loves his ass played with: slapped, whipped, fucked. Martin's body visibly relaxes under Angel's touch. After several minutes, Angel deftly reaches for lube, applying it with a practiced, easy motion, opening Martin's ass with his fingers.
"I'm going to fuck you, now, ok?" Angel says, softly.
Martin moans into the pillow in assent.

Angel moves like a dancer. He's on top of Martin, a condom on, his cock slipping in with no trouble. Martin loves being fucked, and he's never had a warm, human dick in his ass before. Why should he be deprived of such pleasure? Haven't I told him that there's no comparison to the real thing? Why shouldn't he know what it feels like?

Martin is giving his ass to Angel - his ass, his whole body. Martin is Angel's plaything, Angel is playing him like an instrument. He spreads Martin's legs, and fucks him side-saddle, then eases Martin into a new pose, adjusting his hips, so Angel's dick is angled and reangled, and each time in deeper, pushing far past the pucker of Martin's asshole, sliding against the fleshy walls of Martin's inner ass, all the way in. Martin's body is supple and compliant under Angel's skilled, readjusting hands and hips.
"Ooh, yeah, Daddy," I hear Martin moan.
I am sitting perched on the edge of the bed beside the one on which they are fucking. I feel my cunt throb at Martin's words, wetness welling up between my pussy lips. I squirm a little, but I am silent. I wish to be only a spectator. I am participant enough, giving him this gift. I would have given it to him and not been there, but I am blessed to be allowed to watch. I am enthralled by my angel's grace and beauty, and by Martin's complete surrender.

Angel reaches for Martin's cock. I can't see everything. They're turned away from me, but Martin cums as Angel fucks him. It is beautiful, so graceful. “You're such a perfect bottom,” Angel murmurs.
I know, Angel. And Angel has pulled out of him, and then Martin turns over, and reaches for Angel's cock. The condom is removed, and Martin takes Angel's dick in his mouth and sucks, loving it, a grateful bottom, his hand sliding up and down Angel's cock as he sucks. Martin's sucking makes Angel cum, and as Angel comes, my Martin lightly, firmly slaps Angel's dick. Cum shoots out of Angel's dick, who moans under the intensity of cumming and being slapped at the same time.
"No one ever did that to me before!" says the angel, surprised.
How nice that Martin should give him an experience of something new, too. Martin kisses him, overwhelmed and thankful. They kiss again. My body is warm, and charged, too. My pussy's wet and I am happy.

"Now we have to get ready for dinner."
"Yes we do."
Our angel is already washing up and slipping on his clothes. He's very good at this.
Martin is up and dresses quickly.
We've already prepared our clothes. It only takes us a few minutes to ready up. Our angel leaves a few minutes ahead of us. We are to hold him a place at our table.

In the elevator going down I ask him:
"Are you ok, Martin?"
Martin nods. He can hardly speak, but his eyes shine.
"It was good, right?"
"It was good, Selina. It was very good."

I guess that makes me a very good top.

'sus!

2007-04-25T00:13:00.000-04:00

you occasionally get people hiring, that you have no idea why they’re hiring. yesterday was one of those days.

the guy i fucked at 3pm was one of those. he was terribly cute, a mexican-american with tattoos, and a very hard thick thing, and a great personality. after screwing him, he said he normally tops, and i said i see why, and next time he should top me, and he said he would like to right now, and so he screwed me too. it was a true challenge taking that thing up my ass but i’m a fucking pro (that’s more like i’m a Fucking Pro) and by 3:45pm, i was being shafted too.

turns out, guess what, he’s married - and just like so many others, his wife doesn't know that he plays with guys, that’s his big secret, he is sure she has no suspicions and of course he is also sure she’s not getting it on with anyone on the side, and suddenly i realize why he hires.

and then, my 7pm. some dude set the thing up; it’s for her - his friend, and they’re both flying in to dc just hours before. the appointment. i get to the hotel room and she’s already there. man, she is saucy, i immediately like her, and he arrives moments later. wine, marcus? cheese? crackers or bread? she is gracious and sexy and sweet, and terribly interested in me and my background (to quote sarah silverman, “i just love that in people”), and he is cool and handsome and friendly, and all he really wants is to watch me get naked with her.

i start with the usual: a massage. this girl can’t keep her ass still. she’s twitching and shimmying. she’s fluid, she’s like those electric toy dragons i’ve seen outside toy shops, they never stop moving, they’re almost hypnotic, it makes your dick hard just watching, but in this case your dick is pressing against that toy and that fucking dragon is lifting her pussy up so that your cock tip is right at its entrance and

yep, we fucked and fucked and fucked. an hour and a half of pure fucking, all the positions, he takes his clothes off halfway thru and comes over and fucks her mouth while i fuck her hole, and we switch around and she’s sucking me and taking it from him. i grab her tits, and pull, and twist, and bite her nipples. i shurg her, she likes that a lot. she can’t get enough. i like that a lot. i stick one, two, three, four, five fingers up her, she only gets to discomfort when the knuckles arrive.

so i found her limit, i guess. we go back to fornication.

we try to double penetrate her, but he can’t stay hard in her pussy when i enter her ass. we try some other positions, and then it’s time for the big O.

he’s playing with her hole, vigorously thrusting his fingers in and out. she’s on her back, and i carefully climb on top of her, stuff my cock in her mouth, and lean down towards her clit. i try again and again to get it between my teeth. it’s hard at first, because she’s writhing and he’s shoving, and that thing’s a moving target. when i do nail it, i don't let go. and then i hear her.

somehow she’s got my dick out, and she is tickling me with her lips - flopping around my balls and cock both. something shifts, and i feel her breath on my asshole.

“jesus! jesus! jesus! jesus! jesus! jesus! jesus!”

she thinks my asshole’s name is jesus.

i don’t care what she calls it, though. i just love the little wind that comes out of her mouth each time she says the “sus” in jesus.

i also like that she’s coming, so vocally.

i also like that this continues, for like, a full real minute, straight.

i got a lot of money to fuck some hottie in a threesome. and i got to flip with some stud. these people were all fun, and cool, and i think they’ll call me again when they’re back in town.

and, oh yeah, i know why they hire.

because it’s fun!

archives of a misunderstood slut: it only got worse

2007-04-19T09:35:00.000-04:00

by desire

“so what workshop are you guys gonna go to?”

marcus, seamus and i are sitting in the hotel bar waiting for food. i am chugging pinot grigio that i technically am not allowed to have yet (funny story, i always order pinot grigio when ordering white wine because it was the first white i got served underaged when i was 13 or 14…i like keeping with tradition) and eyeing marcus’ beer and seamus’ campari for unwanted backwash. as a college-aged underage drinker, i’m a fan of liquor charity. alas though, the boys were just as thirsty as i.

marcus scours the room for our waiter. “i wanted to go to the tantric erogenous zones one. mark and patricia are teaching it, and they’re fantastic.” i look at the schedule. punching, kicking, deep bruising…knife play…yknow what, i’m kind of a pussy. plus tantric erogenous zones looks the most fun, although i have no idea what to expect.

i polish off our pistachio-crusted goat cheese appetizer that i unsuccessfully tried to make seamus take a bite of (“a growing boy needs his lunch! i WILL go yiddish grandmother on you…”). the time edges closer to 2:30 and our waiter still hasn’t brought us our food. marcus sees him behind the bar and goes to ask him if we can have our cheque and our lunch to go. he brings the bill over to the table and i take the money i stole from his pocket earlier out of my purse.

“lunch is on me!”

“oh really, that’s too generous of you!”

we get our food at the bar and scram.

the workshop is just beginning as we sneak through the door. we put our stuff down near the door and join a cluster of people attempting to stand in an ellipse. going around the circle, we number off as either 1 or 2, with some couples opting to stay out of it and use the entirety of the workshop to focus on each other. (…..pussies.)

seamus and marcus both number off as 1. i’m standing between them so i’m a 2.

now all the people in group 1 are being told to form a circle. everyone in group 2 forms a circle around group 1. we now have two concentric circles in our humble hotel conference room named for a famous swampland national park in florida.

“bow to your partner.” mark and patricia stand in the centre of the two circles as the ones and twos pair off with their first partner. …ooh, i’m right across from seamus.

“the first erogenous zone we’ll be dealing with today is the earlobes. people in the outer circle start by stimulating your partner’s earlobes.”

muahaha.

people aren’t sure what to expect with this first partner. most people stick to lightly touching their partners’ earlobes at first. i do this for awhile too but it gets boring. besides, i can’t really properly stimulate seamus’ earlobes without using my mouth…

so i start sucking on one of them, palpating the other one with my fingers. he seems to be enjoying it, although honestly i’m too nervous to ask. i cheat a little and lick the rest of his ears too, cos i mean they’re right there.

“if you haven’t switched by now then switch.” dammit.

seamus leans in and starts sucking my earlobes. mmmm that feels nice…i have a bad feeling i’m gonna be a puddle by the time this workshop’s over…

“now bow to your partner.” seamus backs away and we bow. seamus is blushing. i’m not sure if i’m blushing or just…flushed. “now everyone in the outer circle take a step to your left.”

next is the back of the neck. i try to massage my partner’s neck but keep getting distracted by marcus’ partner, who is squealing and moaning loudly in response to marcus’ oral attentions on her neck. i’m jealous!

after licking and massaging a new stranger’s lower back i find myself face to face with marcus, who by this time is looking rather flushed. he has his shirt off too.

“bow to your partner.” we bow. “the next zone is the gluteal folds. these are where the thighs meet the buttocks and they’re very sensitive. stimulate your partner’s gluteal folds.”

let me reiterate…..muahaha.

i tell marcus to take off his pants and turn around. he’s wearing comic-festooned underoos that hug his cute little ass. i make him slide them down and i kneel down with my face centimetres away from his asscheeks.

i start licking, sucking and biting his gluteal folds, which judging by the sounds he’s making he seems to enjoy. then i get an idea. i mean, his taint is right there…and everyone knows that cheating’s more fun anyways. so i spread apart his cheeks and start teasing his taint with my tongue. i can’t decide if he’s enjoying it enough so i tease it more with my fingers as i tongue his folds.

“if you haven’t switched already, now would be a good time.” dammit!

i stand up and slide my pants around my ankles. i keep my underwear on and turn around. marcus begins to play with my gluteal folds. he teases them with his tongue, gets some nice biting action in too. it feels damn good.

then he spreads my legs wider and sticks his head between my legs. he thrusts his head back and forth…oh my, THAT’s not my gluteal region…i arch my back so that he hits my clit every time he thrusts…i’m definitely gonna need to shower or SOMEthing after this is over, i’m getting just a little too wet for comfort…

“now bow to your partner, and everyone in the outer circle take a step to the left.” what? already?? now that’s just mean.

marcus stands up and i turn around and collapse into him. we put our arms around each other and start a giddy round of making out.

“now BOW to your partner, and everyone in the outer circle take a step to the LEFT!” everyone is looking at us. we reluctantly disentangle and i drift over to work on the next guy’s inner thighs. (and while i’m doing so he pulls his cock out! whoa there baby…)

and on and on. i get a really really hot sister with braids when it comes time to stimulate the lips and we make out the entire time despite mark and patricia’s insistence that the person being stimulated shouldn’t kiss back. well cheating’s more fun. i have to stand on my tiptoes the entire time to reach her sweet pillow lips…sometimes i hate being short.

by now a lot of the straight men are feeling uncomfortable having to stimulate male partners and have stepped out of the circle. because obviously continuing to participate would make them gay. shouldn’t have come to DO fellas, you lose.

i in the meantime have sucked on bellybuttons, hands, thumbs and fingers, backs of knees, feet (the latter two were with a lovely sedate older woman who bit her lip when she liked something), and we even ventured into the nipple region…that was fun.

then the workshop was over. i put my clothes back on, went out into the hallway for some water and skulked to the bathroom nearby to try and wipe the wet off my panties.

i thought to document this workshop in detail for several reasons. firstly for the simple fact that it was my first real play workshop at dark odyssey. secondly because it was my first experience getting to play with hotties seamus and marcus. and thirdly because, well, as hot and bothered as i was after the tantric erogenous zones workshop…it only got worse as the weekend wore on.

satiated. overwhelmed. and in limbo.

2007-04-16T00:35:00.000-04:00

i don't know. i really shouldn't be doing this now - i am SWAMPED with a capital - well, they’re all in capitals, i see.
i mean it. a lot of shit going on in my life right now. so much that i don't feel like sex. i haven't any interest in sex. or time for sex. let alone time to blog.

but.

jefferson’s not saying much. viviane’s become silent. selina? not a peep.

SOMEONE has to write something about dark odyssey’s spring fire. it took place april 6-8, in dc, and those three, plus about 297 other perverts were there learning, loving, and losing it.

me? i had a whopper of a time. it was fun, and just like sex camp in september 2006, nothing like i expected, going into it.

aside from the presentations that i did with jefferson (one on male bisexuality and another on orgy etiquette and organization), and the presentation i did with him, selina and viviane (on sex blogs! i read the first post about sam to the audience), i had the chance to play with some absolutely awesome people. in fact, i don't think i wasted my time at all!

by that i mean, well, take me to a sex party. if there’s a bunch of hot people there, there will also be a buncha people i don't want to mess with at all. and yet, in the course of the event, i will undoubtedly play with at least one or two in the latter category. why? not just cause i’m a horny bastard, but also cause i don't want to be too snobbish and skip over someone just because he or she isn't initially my type. in fact, i've come across some really amazing sex buddies that way.

but back to spring fire. what happened to me THAT weekend was uncanny. person after person, i kept playing with some of the hottest people around. i kept having my hopes fulfilled. i wanted to play with candy- oooh, i’ve been lusting after that girl since i saw her naked in sex camp in september, walking around wearing just a little tinkly bell belt around her waist.

so what do i do at spring fire with her? um, well, luck would have it, i run into her as she and her sexy man jack are checking in, and i escort her (no pun - really) into her room, and 20 minutes later i’m eating her cunt and 5 minutes after that i’m slapping it silly. she’s coming, and jack’s in the shower, and although i don't run into her for a full 24 hours later, i’m already fulfilled. i mean, i had candy!!

ach! then i meet the much-talked-about switch, named ginny. she was on my list of People I Wanna Meet. oooooh, she is just as good in person as her pics on her website. and she’s cool. and she’s funny. i don't know how we did this, but i basically threw her into the tool room in the bowels of the hotel, and ripped off her clothes. firefly, the guy who helped me with my leg in september, popped in for his tools, and being the cool dude that he is, quietly slipped out, waiting for us to finish before reentering as we exited.

god, i love these guys. i mean firefly, colten, greg... the guys who pull this shit together. and the girls, too... especially tristan, who is just the cutest thing ever. no, i haven't any sex stories about them (altho miss t did pucker up and kiss my a, literally, after an easter egg told her to do so that friday night.)

so back to my stories. desire came to spring fire. she and i went to an orgy. it was there that i showered with desire, and two other guys as well (yes- 4 of us were in there), and later watched her fuck ethan for, like, an hour. the next day hung with her, went to patricia and mark’s tantric erogenous zones workshop, and shoved my head into one of her zones. i think ANOTHER day went by, finally she and i get some alone time in the hotel (neither of us had a room, mind you) yet we fucked and fucked and sucked and talked and really got to know each other, on another level.

hmmm, i can’t forget running into candy that next night. seamus was there then, i introduce the two of them, and she likes the way he looks, i can tell, and he likes her, and - woops - there i go again, i’m grabbing candy and we are wrestling in the lobby and - fuck, i’m not supposed to wrestle for six more months at least, according to my doctor - and seamus joins in and we are throwing her around and i’m pulling her corset off and getting a little sexual with her and

“MARCUS! i told you NOT to do this in front of the BARTENDERS!!!”

it is tristan.
she is pissed-in.

yup, i’m the one who gets in trouble.

i drag candy into the dungeon. seamus helps. the three of us go at it for another 30 minutes (its been, almost an hour when we’re done) and i am left with numerous black and blue marks, on my arms and legs, and a huge candy scratch over my left nipple. that girl is fuckin’ strong. and fun. i mean, i’ve got her pinned and i’m chowing on her tit, and she’s just laughing, laughing, her beautiful face, and her sexy body, and her curls, and not giving a damn about her clothes...

the sex party at match’s... asha is there, and seamus (fucking match’s girl jean - i watch as those two connect, and i love him so much, i am so happy for him as i watch this because i know my sweet seamus is having fun). i fist a girl named lila - she’s so amazing - to watch her pretty face contort into places where she can barely go...

my friend adam finally fucks me; he’s been emailing me for 6 months now, flirting with that fuck, finally it happens, but not before he dons vampire teeth and bites my back repeatedly.

yeah, actually very little guy-on-guy stuff for me that weekend. LOTSA pussy. spent the last night with ginny, it was so much fun. early on she helicoptered me, i taught her how to do it, in front of, like, 20 clothed people. there’s marcus, pulling off his clothes, bare naked, laying on the ground, with this gorgeous woman over me with her bootlace wrapped around my balls and cock, pulling it straight up, my weenie flopping around... the next morning, after a lovely night of fucking, us ordering room service breakfast, she pissing in my mouth and me not moving a millimeter cause it’ll go on the carpet...

i return to my regular life on monday. i don't take any sex appointments- i can’t do that yet. i pick up my kids from school.

i start seeing clients on tuesday.

oral dicktation

2007-04-06T18:34:00.000-04:00

a very active week for me. meaning, no time to write. yet, a fair amount of driving time. time that i often spend on the phone.

so i got to thinking.

anyone want to take some dicktation? i'll call you at a mutually agreeable time, and tell you about some sexcapade i've had recently. in fact, you can pick the theme: man on man? group? me with some pussy? fetish marcus? filthy marcus? something else?

and what will you do, dear reader? you'll write, for a change. take down my words, and later send them to me via email. i dont care if you miss a bit: as long as nothing's glaringly in error, i'll post it to the site.

and, of course, give you credit for handling me orally.

fear not, i won't do anything weird with your phone number. remember, my job? discretion is my middle name. and i have some very well known clients... and my number comes up restricted, so your girlfriend / husband / partner / wife / boyfriend / mother won't be able to track the call back to Marcus the Sex Worker.

i'll ring you wherever you are... in albany, oklahoma, ottawa, albania... anywhere. it's on my nickel.

nickel. pickle.
pickle. dick.

hey, baby... you craving some dick?

tation?

dicktation takers:

2007-04-05T23:55:00.000-04:00

you are all fuckin’ awesome! i’ve had a good response to the post above, and will be calling you if you sent your number to me. someone i knew died today, and my world is off balance. but i will get back to you - this is a fuck house promise.

and if you haven’t sent your phone number to me yet, but are on the fence, well - get off! (i love those two words.)

dicktation: quick study whore

2007-04-05T00:00:00.000-04:00

dicktation taken by: desire

much thanks to desire. this chick is amazing. desire’s a future pornstar/heavily procrastinating college student, who is “always looking for an entertaining story.” when we spoke on the phone, i threw out a bevy of choices to write about, and she chose the most sobering one to take for her dicktation.

i've gotta say, this girl’s got some serious talent. i’m speaking this weekend on orgy etiquette and organization, and guess what? she’ll be in the audience. yee-ha!

so here you go. entertaining? i'm not sure. sobering? well, it was to me, at least. i'm wondering what adjective you'll put forth...

________________________

this is two years ago. marcus is a yearling escort with 6 months' experience dodging the long arm of the law. cos the law don't fist nice.

marcus gets a call to make an appointment for a 90-minute session. the guy wants marcus to come to him instead of him going to marcus. so, where does this guy live? stafford, virginia - a half-hour drive outside dc. no biggie, marcus sometimes drives an hour for appointments and doesn't charge extra. it is inconvenient though.

but then the guy on the phone vacillates and tells marcus that he might want him to come to his place of work. here's where marcus makes his first mistake.

he asks where the guy works. 'near where i live.' the john tells marcus to call him on the morning of the appointment to find out where he's supposed to go.

a week later marcus calls for the address. he's to go to some hotel near where the john works. in fredericksburg. a 90-minute drive from dc.

marcus's first mistake is that he is too nice. 90 minutes is a significantly longer drive than 30 minutes, and marcus is pissed off. but he's a young whore, and he prides himself on good service. he decides not to charge extra for the drive. he sometimes drives an hour, what's an extra half-hour gonna do?

so marcus makes the frustrating hour and a half drive to fredericksburg. he gets to the ramada inn where the john's rented a room. he goes to the room and knocks on the door, and out comes the nastiest, skeeziest client young marcus has yet had to deal with. he's tall, heavyset, with bad teeth. upon seeing marcus, skeezball pulls him in for an extremely uncomfortable hug.

'hey, you're cute,' he drawls.

uhh…'thanks.' marcus separates himself from skeezball's arms only to be pulled in for another lecherous hug.

'no…you're really cute.'

ew. 'i'm gonna go wash my hands.'

as marcus is washing his hands, he makes his 2nd mistake. his intuition is telling him to get the fuck out of there, but he doesn't trust his intuition yet. and so he emerges and tells skeezball to take his clothes off so he can give the massage.

skeezball hesitates. 'can i leave my underwear on?'

'sure.'

oh, and there's his 3rd mistake.

see marcus, now more versed in the ways of the world, knows that cops won't expose themselves on a bust. but at the time he didn't think much of it. he services women as well as men, and women will often ask to keep their bras or undies on because let's face it, being alone in a room with a strange man you're paying for sex can be a little daunting. marcus was used to requests like this, although he'd never had a man ask it before. chalk it up to the weird things skeezball was putting him through that day.

skeezball gives an excuse, says he's a little shy, and strips down to his underwear. marcus is at this point completely dressed. he digs through his lovebag of condoms, lube and toys to retrieve the massage oil. then skeezball pipes up.

'so for $250 you'll give me a massage - will you suck my dick too?'

'yeah.'

his final mistake. whores NEVER talk about sex and money in the same sentence.

marcus sits on the bed, completely dressed, before hearing a knock on the door. skeezball rushes to answer it, and within 30 seconds young marcus is pressed against a wall being frisked by 3 undercover cops.

in the meantime, skeezball has hid in the bathroom and remains there for the next 45 minutes.

marcus would find out later that the cops rigged up the clock radio in the hotel room to a microphone and heard everything he said. he was busted.

the cops are checking marcus for guns and knives. marcus is insulted - he's a whore, not a thug! at least he kept his ID in the car, he knew that much at least.

marcus is made to sit down. the cops, none of whom are immediately identifiable as such, start going through his bag. first they pull out the condoms.

'what is this?'

at this point marcus is pissed off. 'they're condoms. i wasn't aware that carrying condoms was against the law.'

'what is THIS??'

'it's lube, what does it look like? i'm sorry, is carrying around lube a crime now??'

then the cops start pulling out marcus' sex toys and marcus keeps his mouth shut.

the cops arrest marcus, made him go to his car and get his ID (oh well marcus, it was a valiant effort) and set a court date for a month later in fredericksburg. marcus talks to his lawyer in dc, who tells him to get a lawyer in fredericksburg - it's an old boy's network down there, he says, and you'll want someone who knows the judges and district attorneys.

so marcus gets a lawyer from fredericksburg and goes to court a month later. just before going into court the lawyer turns to marcus and says, 'listen - your best strategy right now is to plead guilty. right now they're talking about 30 days in jail, but if you plead guilty you'll just get a suspended sentence and a $2000 fine.'

marcus freaks out. he doesn't want his kids seeing his name in the paper and find out about his legal trouble. he pleads guilty.

so marcus finishes in the courtroom and goes to pay his fine. the woman behind the glass wall who is processing his paperwork disappears briefly to do something when marcus hears someone behind him say, 'i'm sorry.'

what, was he in the courtroom or something? '…thanks.' marcus turns back around.

'naw, i'm REAL sorry.'

marcus turns around again. it's skeezball.

marcus gets angry.

'why did you do it??'

skeezball tells marcus his story.

he's a gay pizza delivery man, and he went to a park in freddieburg to pick up a lay. what he ended up doing was picking up a cop, who arrested him for indecent exposure. the cop gave him two options: he could either pay a $100 fine and never go into another fredericksburg park again…or he could find their police department 3 other sex offenders. skeezball chose the latter, because $100 is so much money and we all know that every park in fredericksburg checks IDs.

marcus gets beyond angry.

'if you had just befriended me i would have given you $200. so for $100 and the ability to go into a fredericksburg park you fucked me over, you put my kids at risk -'

'oh, you got kids, mister?' skeezball stands looking at marcus, and marcus suddenly gets a flash view of skeezball's entire life - his teeth, his stupidity, his dead-end job. the fact that he snitched over $100 and had the nerve to tell marcus, who would now have a permanent record his entire life, while he was shelling out $2000 for his fine and another grand for a lawyer.

marcus runs to the men's room where, due to his nerve-wracking experience at court and the unpleasant shock of seeing skeezball, his usually prodigious self-control gives way - and he shits his pants before getting to the toilet.

it was a hard learning experience for a quick study whore.

well, fuck you, too! (ok!)

2007-04-03T23:40:00.000-04:00

a couple of months ago i joined some ridiculous yahoo group to get the word out about some sex event or something. i can’t recall what exactly it was, but it doesn’t matter - i still can’t figure out the vibe of this group, either. some decent people on it, but some real idiots too. i couldn’t keep my mouth shut after reading this part of a post on sucking small dicks, by Thadeous:

"If someone were into anal sex (I'm not), the larger the penis of the top guy, the more chance there is of damage to the anus and rectum of the bottom guy ... by causing hemorrhoids or torn sphincters."

so i fired back:

ok, well Thadeous, you've just done a good job of spreading misinformation about anal sex, perpetuating some myths, and simultaneously showing everyone how you, who are not into anal sex, feel like you are an expert at it.

i, in fact, AM an expert at it. i fuck guys, and get fucked, for a living. so, although its kinda stupid for me to say i'm an expert in it, i think i am a little more qualified to comment on this.

a larger penis has, actually, very little to do with causing damage to an anus or rectum. conversely, you can get tears from being plowed by a small cock. what this really is about, then, is lube and timing.

1. lube: essential for making things go smoother. you can debate all the different kinds all you like, it really doesnt matter what you use - as long as you use something. hell, even spit will work in a pinch, as long as it's that viscousy, thick, back-of-the-throat stuff. lube is probably the number one thing necessary to prevent tears. of course, a close second is...

2. timing. i was on fire island a few years ago, naked by a pool, when my hot model buddy who had been sleeping in the room nearby snuck up on me. i hadnt seen him for about 9 months, so he did the very thing you would think he should do. he immediately bent me over and fucked my ass. no lube, and no prep for my ass to get used to his big hard dick. at first i balked, but then i realized who it was, and took the damned thing. it hurt, but in some way it felt good, too. however, that's cause i liked him - and i have a pretty high tolerance for pain.

my point is that he didnt work me into this. no fingers or tongue to warm me up. no nuzzling around my hole with his cock, to get me mentally ready for penetration. no patient exploration of my ass. and that is what i really needed - my anal muscles to relax, so i could then take his dick.

just to further this point: i've been fucked by a 5" cock that hurt like hell, and i've been fucked by an 11" cock (hard! that's rare) that felt great. the difference was that mr 5" used not enough lube, and had no patience with my ass. mr 11" used lots of lube, and went slow - paying attention to my reactions as he entered me inch by inch.

one more thing. you typically get hemmoroids from pushing too hard trying to expel shit. that's all about your blood vessels. you dont get 'roids from getting fucked.

by the way, Thadeous, you DID write a nice piece on the benefits of sucking a smaller cock. i think you should stick to what you know.

oh, shit!

2007-03-19T13:32:00.000-04:00

i’m so horny.
i call her up.

how’s my pussy?

“wh- wha-a-t?” she says.

i mean, um, how’s my baby’s pussy? how’s your pussy?

“it’s good, i guess.” she giggles. “why?”

‘cause i wanna come over and fuck it. what are you doing right now?

“oooh, that sounds like fun! come on by!”

but i can’t wait. it’s either all these posts about yoga and scat play that i’ve been writing recently, or, i’m just really twisted.

i know i’ve gotta take a shit.
and i’m horny.

i get my clothes off. i get a hand held mirror. i get a roll of paper towels. and i get on the floor.

i’m on my back, lying in a doorway. i stretch out my legs and prop them up on either side of the door molding. i hold the mirror up to my asshole.

woah, it looks kinda brown there. i’ve been putting off this turd for a few minutes now- but i didn’t realize it showed.

i start to push. against gravity. and with the greatest of ease, a nice sized piece of fece emerges from my hole.

i thought this would be more difficult.

i push another one out, although truth to tell, i’m not pushing much. it’s just coming.

the turds come out, three of them, all evenly sized. the first one is perched on my perineum, and i’m very aware that it could roll either way - off to the floor, or over my balls (which are hanging towards my stomach), onto my chest - or face! the other two pieces of shit plop right onto the floor. meanwhile, that first one - well, it’s lingering... adding a bit of tension to this whole episode.

now, i have this little habit. i knew about it, but forgot about it when i decided to get into this yogic position. my habit is: i piss after i shit.

well, this is a pretty dirty thing i’ve done. the shit, i mean. at least, to me. so - the idea of pissing on myself after this is, like, nothing. i mean, pissing on myself (to me) is like brushing my teeth (to other people). especially when i compare it to shitting on myself.

i let loose a stream that hits my chest and my chin. the piss runs down the sides of my body, onto the floor, under my back. i open my mouth, and push it out a little harder, so it goes from one part of me right into the other. i am drinking my piss - just like the billions of chinese that live on the other side of that ocean over there.

clean up time. ugh, i’m a mess. shit is smeared all over my butt crack. the floor needs clorox spray. after wiping my ass well, i get in my jacuzzi to relax for a bit.

uh- time’s up!

time to brush my teeth!

i sure do feel like eating some chinese!

i sure do feel like eating her!

i sure do feel like fucking her pussy!

HOT nude yoga

2007-03-14T11:29:00.000-04:00

a number of months back, i joined the naked male yoga group in dc. it is an offshoot of aaron star’s hot nude yoga in nyc, which i first went to about a year and a half ago.

in dc, the naked yoga group offers classes in hatha, ashtanga and Baron Baptiste power vinyasa styles.

but most classes are not as challenging as i would like. still, it's great to practice yoga naked.

hell, it's great to practice anything naked.

some classes have individual mat work. and some are partnered.

i take my yoga practice fairly seriously. i go to yoga to do yoga, not to meet people or compare how flexible i am to someone else. i don’t socialize with these guys before or after class; i am there for the yoga. i know, it sounds like getting playboy for the articles. but the truth is, i fuckin’ love yoga.

so, i go to this one partnered class, and i’m doing all these poses with different guys. i’m one of the “rotators,” meaning that after a couple poses with one person, i rotate over to the next mat, and start new poses with someone else.

eventually i end up with the hottest guy in the class. it is inevitable - i mean, there is always one person who is the hottest, right? and since we are rotating, well, it is just a matter of time.

so here he is. he’s hot. muscled. handsome face. nice hair, asymmetrically cropped. some tattoos on his arm, also some ink on his chest. i cant really tell, because at first we’re doing warrior poses with our backs up against each other. and besides, i’m not ogling the way other guys are.

there’s definitely sexual tension, or “energy” if i’m going to be yogilitically correct, on our mats. but he’s not making eye contact, and i’m not really either. the few times i do glance at him, he is not smiling - he looks so serious. hmm, i think, he’s pretty into this. i like that.

our last pose of the evening. we are sitting on our mats, facing each other, with our legs spread wide. the soles of our feet are against each other.

now we are to move closer to each other, and each of us is to put his left leg on the other guy’s right leg. this enables us to move closer still. we crabwalk ourselves up to each other. holy fuck, suddenly our dicks are touching. he’s got a pretty big cock and balls, too, i notice. we are sitting up, facing each other, and my penis is twitching. i’m thinking about this, not paying attention to the yoga teacher, when SeriousTattooedHandsomeMan grabs me, and pulls me towards him. he is hugging me.

i grab his torso back, and carefully glance over to my left. ok, i wasn't paying attention, i guess the teacher told us to embrace or something, because EVERYONE is hugging their partner.

my dick is growing. i’m getting hard, which has never happened before in yoga class.

“lay back on your mats.” the yoga teacher speaks, and i’m listening this time.

i’m going to listen to his every word. i’m going to pay good attention.

”feel the pulse of your partner.”

i can do that. i can so do that. i reach for his cock.

i can’t see his face, because we are both lying back, looking up at the ceiling. i hope everyone is, at this point. i hear TatHandsomeMan softly laugh.

then i think, fuck... the teacher. i wonder if he sees this. hmm, it wouldn't be the first time i caused trouble in class...

my finger moves to his balls. i touch them lightly, and then a little harder. he’s not moving - he’s probably fine with a bit of rough ball play, i think to myself. and then, i reach a little bit further down, to his asshole. his left leg opens up wider.

i push against his hole, but i can’t go any further. it’s not just that he’s dry - shit, where is the lube at these yoga classes? - i just can’t reach any further. it’s like i have created my own little yoga pose here: “intent octopus.”

but my mind is not on asanas right now. i v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y move my finger up to my mouth, and get it wet. and then i v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y move my finger back down, to his hole. as the teacher speaks about turning inward with meditation, i finger his hole with my spit.

i’m a fallen yogi.

namaste.

thirteen in a week

2007-03-11T19:56:00.000-04:00

in my last post, i asked you if you knew what really gets me off. i told you that when the number of people commenting equaled the number of people i had sex with last week, i would not only tell you what really does get me off, but show you a pic as well.

well, dearest toni, your comment suggesting it was toys, pee, cum, enthusiasm, or “new freaky experiences” was a good shot, but alas, it was incorrect. however, you DID break the wait here, as you were the thirteenth comment, and in fact i had sex with thirteen different people over the week previous to that post.

(for those of you who are interested: twelve of them were clients, and one was my boyfriend. nine were male, four were female. all were one-on-one - no threesomes or groups during this time. and all were great fun, except for one guy who was, for a better term, “lost” - he really should have stayed home and worked on his relationship with his wife.

just to quickly comment on the comments...

vegemite, milla? sorry, girl. i’ve had some good lovin’ with a number of your people, but truth to tell, i’d rather put an aussie in my mouth than some vegemite, any day. i remember once when i was 22 years old, tripping on mushrooms in the south pacific - and this australian girl saw me walk past in my swimsuit. she said, in this gorgeous australian accent, “aw bet you’ve gawt uh big banah-na.” i nearly died.

anyway, i digress.

unrepentantslut suggested piss, cigars, shurgging, or coke (the powder, not the liquid). i suggest: no, no, getting close, and no. nowin wrote piss, too: well, she has chosen the wrong trigger, but in this case, the right name for herself.

aimee said orgasms get me off, which actually thoroughly confuses me.

the fugly thought it was gonna be some scat play, but to clarify: while i’m happy to accommodate in that arena, it’s not my bag, baby.

anonymous wrote babies. babies? GOD ANONYMOUS, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM? THAT IS DISGUS - oh... you wrote NEWBIES. sorry. um, newbies? first timers? nope. you also guessed chocolate cake, which i’ll admit gives me a food orgasm, but i really meant the other kind. by the way, chocolate cake is NEVER innocuous, in my book.

lil_bit suggested semen. i’d like to think if i were giving a dinner party, lil_bit might show up with a nice bottle of semen to complement the dinner. and while i would be glad to have her there, the bottle would not, sadly, make me cream.

bianca, the woman with the white name, suggested something with a brown name. but as i mentioned above, shit is not it. and alice says i get off by getting people off. which is, i must admit, a Very Formidable Guess. i fuckin’ love seeing people come, this is true. but i also like to see ‘em go.

i should give acknowledgment and thanks to all these people who participated. and a special thanks to anonymous, s/he is my favorite person, i just LOVE it when someone posts as “anonymous” - bleh.

ok, marcus... what the fuck is it? what really gets you off?

i like... having my balls abused.

i like them slapped. pulled. flicked. bit. and then, hit some more.

i like them hit, over and over and over - but you’ve gotta start out slowly.

several guys can do this very well... jefferson and seamus, and my client, liter, come to mind. but most men are too timid - it’s like anthropomorphism, but with my testicles. these guys put their own feelings - how much it would hurt THEM - on my balls, so these men can’t get rough with them. even when i’m like, come on, dude, hit me harder! but they just can’t. ugh.

some girls can do this. i’m reflecting on madeline and katie, and my client, satin sheet. most women think they shouldn't hurt a man’s balls, so at first it’s a real stretch (ooooh, i like to get stretched, too). but women seem quicker to learn, and to take on new things, in general.

anyway, there we were in san francisco - remember? seamus and dennis and i. who knows what we were doing that led up to that moment. suddenly, there i am, on my back, and seamus is down by my left leg, and dennis is by my right. dennis starts lightly tapping my balls. i react favorably, so he continues. as seamus lightly touches me on my legs and chest and stomach, dennis increases the intensity.

he is walloping my balls - i mean, really hammering them - with his hand. he is slapping harder than i have ever had before. i am barely able to take it, and yet it’s so great that i don't want him to stop. if you saw him hitting a dead wasp with a magazine, over and over, kind of freaking out on that thing, you might go over to him and say, hey, dennis, cool out man, are you ok? it’s dead, man, it’s already dead...

i, of course, didn't die. unless we call it “la petite mort.”

i shot a load so far over my head, it hit the sling hanging from the ceiling - eight feet away.

the next morning, i glanced down at my balls. they were... dark!?!? i looked closer. they didn't hurt at all.

but shit, were they black and blue.

what really gets me off?

2007-03-07T20:00:00.000-05:00

going to hang with dennis, one of my best friends ever. he’s in san francisco. bringing seamus along. oh no. it’s gonna be a drug-filled, chock-full-o’sex, alcohol-laden visit.

i only say this because, well, it always is.

six days of very little sleep. six days of snorting and smoking and ingesting. six days of holes being filled, six days of prodding and poking and pounding, six days of lubed up hands that can’t open doors.

actually, dennis has that last one taken care of. every single door in his house - and there are seventeen of them - have specially installed handles, either with a lever that turns down, or an oval shaped doorknob. he’s very experienced, and i guess that comes from the 4,500 estimate.

i mean, he has lots of sex with lots of people, and uses lots of lube. so he definitely knows how impossible it can be to open a round door knob with lubed up hands.
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holy shit. its now six days later. it’s amazing that i am able to write, let alone think. let alone, be awake. this is why tina is so big in the gay community. it lets you go on and on without feeling the way i feel right now. still, i’m not at all into that drug. it’s way too addictive for my taste.

my addiction?

if you’re a reader who’s been reading me for any length of time, you might be able to guess what i’m really into. i mean, what really gets me off. i have a pic of it...

hmmm, before i post the pic i took in san francisco, let’s just pause here, and see if you good readers want to take a shot at guessing my addiction. go ahead, try and guess. post a comment, and see if you think you know what really gets me off.

let’s add a little bit more fun to this game. once i get as many comments as the number of people i’ve had sex with over the last seven days, i will then post the photo. hint: it’s more than dennis’ “three a week.”

what’s your story, sam?

2007-02-27T21:45:00.000-05:00

madeline’s amazing. i do with her what i do with all my boyfriends and girlfriends, and fuck buddies and chums. when i’m on the phone, and a sex work-call comes in on call waiting, i cut my relationship-call short.

i gotta go, a client’s calling, i tell them.

and when a client is due for an appointment, i get off the phone fast. i’m getting real good at leaving my lovers in the lurch.

and they’re all so great about it. understanding about it.

but madeline’s especially amazing. i was in the middle of telling her about this crazy session i had with a girl named sam, and a client surfaces. what do i do? i’m such an asshole: i cut my call with her.

a few days later, i call madeline back to continue telling her about my sam appointment...

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sam liked the music. she is a hipster. as soon as she walked in, she commented on the downtempo groove pulsing out from under the bed. if it were a monsoon, it would’ve drenched the apartment.

she liked the lighting, too. she told me later that my sense of style, in terms of the place (she really couldn't comment on my sense of clothing style, as mostly i was buck naked) was right up her alley.

up her what? oh yeah, i remember... we were naked, and she was asking me if she could touch it...

i’m like, sure, of course, please, go right ahead...

but she had already reached out and was lightly touching my dick, even as she was asking permission to do so.

it felt good. really good.

and then another shocker: “will you show me how to touch it right?”

fuck, sam, i don't need to show you anything. you are doing just fine.

actually, i say it slower than that. fact is, i’m in another place, and feeling great.

oh yeah, i tell myself, this is work. get back to her.

“but, marcus, i want you to show me what feels best.”

well... i reach over for a bottle of lube, and squirt a dollop on a part of my dick that’s not covered by her fingers. as she moves her hand up and down, she gets it lubricated and i let out an involuntary sound.

uh-ahhhh-huh-huh

“are you ok??!!” sam is momentarily terrified.

baby, i am MORE than ok. this is fuckin’ GREAT!

“oh, really? i don’t want to hurt you...”

sam. (I take her hand off my Very Hard Cock.) you can’t hurt me here. look.

i pull my right hand back, and with one quick swat i slap my dick, hard. i do it again, and again, and again. when it’s this hard, it’s just not going to hurt. at least, that’s me. i know some guys who couldn't handle half of that slap.

i can take a lot. look, look at my balls.

i begin to pull on them, up and down, and left and right. away from my body, tugging hard. i isolate them with my left hand, as my right hand pulls back again. SWAT!

sam is shocked. she’s never seen this before. and while it’s fun to shock someone, i also, selfishly, want to interact WITH her. so i tell her to lie down on her back.

her quick reaction tells me that she is open to doing what i tell her. as she is lying there, looking at me with that look in her eyes - a look of openness, trust, and situational love - i look back at her, and i’m smiling. i know i’m giving it back to her. i like this dyke. i like her honesty, i like her willingness, i like the character i see in her character.

ooooh, i like that pussy mound, too.

my hand moves from her stomach to her tit. i start massaging it and she writhes. my hand moves all over her. on her neck, her upper arm, across her face, her stomach again, her dripping cunt.

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my cock is going nuts. my nuts are about to crack open. her crack is calling me. i can hear it, i think. i put my ear to her, to hear.

she is definitely making sounds. not all coming from her hole. but you know, when i see a hole that i like, i have this funny little urge to put my tongue in it.

i’m eating her out. and she is yelping. she’s not loud like a screamer girl, more like a puppy getting its tummy stroked. she is in ecstasy.

no, not quite. honestly, sam doesn't go into true ecstasy till my dick goes in her. we fuck for a long time with her on her back. i’ve got her legs up in the air, and i’m doing all sorts of shit with that stuff. sam, the beautiful, virgin, naive, butch, eager-to-learn sam, is finally getting something she’s thought about for a long time.

and i know, it’s not me. i know, i know, i know - - - i’m just a dick to some people. ok, my body is ok, and i’m easy on the eyes, i suppose. but the only thing that sets me apart from all those other guys is that i am willing to sell my dick to people.

sam could easily go out and pick up a good looking guy, and get him to fuck her. but she wants more than a fuck. she wants an environment where she’s in control. and by paying me, by hiring me, she gets that.

so i’m not stupid. i know the drill. i’m ok about being used this way.

i’m ok about being used this way. where was i? oh yeah, i was fucking her. i’m ok about being used this way.

we go on like this for another 45 minutes, or an hour. i don’t know how long, really - i mean, i’m not watching the clock, but my own inner clock tells me we are way over the 2 hours that she hired me for.

she has come four times. she is exhausted. i pull out, and lay next to her, cradling her head in my arm.

so, what’s your story, sam? what about those boys?

she tells me. “actually, it wasn't a bunch of boys. it was one.”

she hesitates.

one? someone you knew?

“yes.” sam looks directly at me. “it was my father.”

holy shit. poor sam. she was molested. and she never told her mother.

who have you told?
i immediately realize how stupid that question was. what’s she gonna do, tell me the names of her friends?
i mean, um, how many people have you told?

she looks at me as if it is the stupidest question on earth.

“only you, marcus.”

and suddenly she’s got that look in her eyes. that situational-love look.

sam called me two days ago, and set up another appointment.
if at some point this friday, your thoughts turn to sex, think of me. hanging with my beautiful, innocently curious mate.

hey, mate...

2007-02-19T14:00:00.000-05:00

i check my voicemail messages. there’s one from madeline.

"you are the WORST out-of-town ex-boyfriend EVER! SERIOUSLY! call me. (hahahahahahahah) no, seriously...CALL me.”

so i call her. we have several things to catch up on. one thing i want to tell her is about my appointment several days ago. i know she’s gonna like this. so i give her the scoop, just the way it happened:

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“hi, marcus? i’d like to set up an appointment with you, please.”

the voice on the other end had an australian accent. nice, polite... young-sounding.

sure, great, have we talked before?

“no, but i saw your ad and went to your website, mate, and i think you’re exactly what i need.”

cool. let me get my calendar and we can talk dates and times. what’s your name, please?

“i’m sam.”

we set up the appointment for the next week. i thought i sensed a little nervousness, so i asked sam outright, have you ever been naked with a man before? sam sounded so young, with a kind of high voice for a guy, and he seemed so damned naive...

“well, i had this bad experience once with a group of boys...”

i imagined some circle jerk in a suburb of melbourne, a teenaged sam having to eat the cookie that all the other boys had jizzed on. who knows, maybe sam was raped... it could be anything. but i sensed that the phone was not the place to go further on the topic.

zoom ahead a week. sam is knocking at the door. and i’m ready for him. the lights are low, kruder and dorfmeister is playing some ambient sounds, and candles are lit. i normally don’t get too excited about twenty-something boys (most are too wrapped up in themselves and don’t know how to have good sex), but sam sounds so, i don’t know, earnest. i open the door and thrust out my hand.

hi, sam! how are you doing?

that’s what i say. i mean, that’s what comes out of my mouth. but i am thinking something altogether different.

i don’t give a fuck how sam is doing. i want to know what sam is.

you see, sam has a real pretty face. sam has a little earring in each ear. sam has beautiful soft hair. sam has breasts.

i look again. sam is most definitely a woman. but the name, the use of “mate”, the sureness in sam’s voice when booking me, it all seemed so masculine. then, though, there was that voice...

as sam removes shoes and goes in to the bathroom, i sneak over to the footwear. sure enough, the sneakers are small. i am so confused - actually, just disoriented - that i feel i need to confirm that she’s female.

sam comes out of the bathroom. i look at her, she is nervous. not so unusual with someone hiring someone else for sex. but she seems so sweet, so naive, so vulnerable. i offer her a drink and my couch.

we sit and talk for a few minutes, but in this case, it isn’t helping. i suggest a naked massage, and she asks if she can keep her boxers on, to start.

christ. her boxers? is this some sort of head game?

my head is spinning. what do i know about the aussies... the aussies... do girls call their panties “boxers”? maybe she’s wearing boy boxer shorts - that’s probably it... oh man, this is getting weird...

and then she walks out, topless, in her panties. those tits are perfect. her face is so pretty. and her panties (ladies briefs, i guess) are definitely not boxers.

i think to myself: even though she is pretty and has a soft, curvy, feminine body, sam is pretty butch. in attitude, in language, in life. hmmm, this is gonna be interesting. and fun.

i start giving sam a massage. i am straddling her, and wondering about her bad experience with the boys. wondering if that was really her only experience with a guy. she wouldn't be the first woman to contact me who is hetero-curious.

i love helping people have new experiences. i don’t know why, but it kinda gets me off. not in a sexual way per se; i guess it’s just the teacher in me that gets real satisfaction from showing someone something new. lesbians are especially interesting for me, because often they have had to make the very difficult choice (in our society) to NOT be with a man, and then at some later point in their lives they are calling me up, to see what it is like TO be with a man.

so now i’m on top of her, laying my entire body directly on hers. she tells me, in her sweet australian accent, that it feels nice. i am thinking about how nice it feels, too. i’m glad she’s not squirming away from my hard dick, which is pushing into her body.

at some point this all gets to be too much. i move off her, and she flips over.

“marcus... do you mind, um, do you mind if i just look at you? i’ve, um, never seen a man before...” her voice trails off.

sam, you’ve never seen a man before? what do you mean?

i know exactly what she means, but i want to hear her say it. want to hear her say more. i want to know her story.

“i, um, i’ve only seen guys on tv. and, um, my father.”

tv, i think to myself. maybe she means porn dvds? i’ve been to australia... they’re pretty open (in fact, prostitution is legal there), but as far as i can recall, naked men still aren’t on tv. but this doesn’t matter right now. i’ve got a beautiful naked woman right in front of me, who wants to gaze at my body.

sure, sam.

"oh, thanks, mate!"

i stand up on the bed. my feet are on the outsides of her legs. i am towering over her. sam’s eyes are wide, taking me in.

i get off the bed, and stand on the floor so she can see me from a different angle. and then, after a minute, i climb back on the bed, towards her, smiling.

she is smiling, too. she obviously is feeling comfortable with me. perhaps she trusts me a little.

she reaches down for my dick.

“do you mind, if i touch it?”

sam, no! you mustn’t touch it! be careful, it can blow any second. and i am full of hiv, and i might squirt my love poison near your pussy. this thing is out of control, really! do not touch it!

i can't believe it, but sam jumps off the bed, pulls on her clothes, and makes the hastiest of departures.

ok, i’m not an idiot. i didn’t say that, and she didn’t leave. but i need to, right now. i’ve got a client coming upstairs.

so, this story with sam will have to be continued...

be careful what you wish for

2007-02-10T20:55:00.000-05:00

went to see a play with a buddy of mine last night, at the woolly mammoth theatre. came back to the fuck house, checked messages, and had a request from my long time client satin sheet, for a late-night fix.

i go to satin sheet’s place around midnight, and fuck her hard. it’s been a while since i saw her last, and we have such hot sex - her pussy is so ripe - i just can't help myself. when she starts coming, i come too- and this is all in the first fifteen minutes. we snuggle for a bit and then i fall asleep, apologizing to her for coming so early.

i awake to her grinding her ass into my cock. in my sleepy state i start grinding back.

then suddenly she says, “it’s 6:30 in the morning, we can’t do this now, go back to sleep, sweetie.”

i try to, but the fact is we are both so horny, we continue grinding and pretty soon i’m inside her again, plugging away. this leads to me flipping her over, and she’s moaning and all, and i get this idea to move my face down and bite her ass, hard.

i want her to remember me. i want her to not wait so long before she calls me again. i want her to be punished a little, for waiting so long up to now.

she is begging me to stop. she is fighting to get away. she reaches down with her arms and starts clawing away at me, and she gets my face in one spot before i pin her to the bed. all this time, my teeth are sunk firmly in her ass cheek.

she is now in another place, mentally. i know her well enough that she is actually enjoying this, and i know she wants more.

i tell her i know that she’s really pissed off about the ass bites.

i tell her that it's better to be pissed on than pissed off.

and then i unleash the night’s store of urine, all over her back, and her hair.

she shrieks, she hates it, she doesn’t want this getting on her bed! i tell her she needs to flip over then, and take it down her throat. she refuses, but is turning over at the same time. i tell her to open her mouth, and she does so.

her first drink of the day.
my first thing of the day.

goodbye, satin sheet! we kiss at her doorway and i jump into my car and zoom off. coffee, a bagel, and it’s off to the fuck house.

i lay down for a couple minutes.

an hour later my cell phone alarm goes off, playing something that tells me it's time to see liter. i’ve already called him as i was driving back from satin sheet, and asked him if he wanted me showered or sweaty.

“oh, definitely sweaty, marcus!”

he was pleased, i could tell from the tone of his response.

now i jump into my car and drive to his place. this guy's a trip. he likes to wear dress socks - only - and he likes me to, too. it’s his main fetish, which i don’t really get, but i totally respect. i am only too happy to pull on those slinky men’s long socks, but today he has other plans. i walk in the door and he grabs me in the entryway. he comments on how hot it is that i am all sweaty, and he is fondling me all over.

he grabs my balls and says, “hey marcus, do you have any ball weights?”

i tell him i don’t, although i don’t know why i don’t. i really should get some, liter.

“go lay on the bed. i’m going to see if i can make you some.”

i obediently go to the bed, and he comes back in a few minutes with a dress sock (of course), but inside it is two large cans of baked beans. i mean, the cans that are about 7 inches high each. TWO of them.

liter ties the sock around my balls and tells me to stand up. i dutifully do so. the feeling on my nuts is almost overwhelming.

overwhelmingly great. after a few seconds of me getting used to this, he takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen, where there’s a door to his backyard. i must walk very slowly: the cans are swaying as i do so, and i feel everything. liter is naked save for the dress socks, i am naked save for the decoration of a weighted nylon sock around my balls. we step outside.

from a certain angle, his backyard is visible from the street. liter is a big exhibitionist, a friend of mine who also escorts has been with him before, when liter packed him into a car naked, and drove around the dc memorials, getting off on people seeing the hot naked man in the seat next to him.

but today, there is no car. he just fellates me with my ball sock weights, as i moan in ecstasy.

neither of us come. it is not necessary. but what is necessary is that i must go, our 90 minutes is soon up. he pays - and tips me nicely - and i am off to grab a quick lunch. and then on to the fuck house.

mirror is there already, waiting for me. i've only seen him once before, and we had a blast then. a good looking, in-shape, easy-going 45 year old guy, mirror is also a terrific pig. i know that he likes me to spit on him, and he also likes to talk nasty to me. what i don’t know about is his fetish. but that’s going to change today.

we start in with the usual. sucking, fucking, lots of body contact.

do you want me to shurg you again? he shakes his head no.

“what i do want you to do is suck on my nipples. take daddy’s nipples. be a good boy. get some milk from daddy.”

i am sucking and slurping and biting away. he pushes my head down to his crotch, and smashes it into him. he is loving this, and i’m turned on, too.

and then the tables turn. i restrain him. i spit in his face, and in his eyes. i burp in his face.

he likes it.

i bring my ass up to his face, which really can’t go anywhere right now.

i fart in his face.

you like that, mirror?

“oh yeah, man.”

you want some more farts outta me? or do you want something else?

“oh, fuck, man... something else...”

he is trembling with excitement.

mirror, you wanna play with some shit?

it seems that he’s got a secret desire to do this, but doesn’t know how to bring it up to me. i reach into his ass.

three fingers are feeling around for anything, but he’s clean. wait, wait, we have something there... i reach in deeper, and grab it, and pull out a piece of shit, and he’s laying there looking half scared and half excited, and i bring it up to his face and smear it right on his chest.

then i take it one step further. i sludge it all over his face.

he is not happy. he didn't want this. i sense that.

mirror, what do you want? tell me, motherfucker! WHAT DO YOU WANT???

he tells me, in a nervous whisper. what he really wants is my shit. or, he quickly adds, my piss.

i get off of him, release his restraints, and go into the kitchen. i drink 3 bottles of water in a row, walk up to mirror, and try to piss - but i can’t. eventually mirror goes to wash up, and after, i tell him to come out and lay on the bed.

i climb over him, squat, and take a dump on his chest.

he loses it, jerking his dick, coming immediately.

so, dear readers... how’s your work going?

you try to be nice...

2007-02-01T13:48:00.000-05:00

“can you help me get up the stairs?”

she has a walker. she isn't very old, but has some sort of problem with her legs. i am approaching from the other direction. i'm like, sure, no problem.

i put my cigar down on the concrete stairs that she is going to ascend. and i take the walker for her, as she uses the banister. she gives me her keys. i open the door for her, and we enter the lobby.

she has six more stairs to go. i lift the walker.

and then the floodgates open.

she tells me that she is manic-depressive. and she is agoraphobic. she fell in love once with her psychiatrist of ten years. she has had great trouble walking, because of degenerative arthritis - plus two knee replacements, and a shoulder replacement. she has been to hong kong, and japan, and places in africa.

suddenly she blurts out, “i was very promiscuous from when i was 21 to 35. you know, i had sex with 125 men!"

she goes on to tell me that she lives with her mother, who is 94 years old - her mother can get around better than her, you know. she was engaged once, and had the most beautiful house in florida - with three people cleaning the pool, every day, even when it didn’t need to be cleaned! but she broke the engagement off, because she and her fiancee were sexually incompatible. he only wanted her to suck his dick. he never reciprocated. and, he had a small penis. and he was impotent!!! she spent some summers in greece. her father, he was greek-american! her apartment is furnished with chinese screen and lamps and other things, brought back from taipei. she was hospitalized by that psychiatrist whom she fell in love with, ten times, over the ten years that she saw him. do i want to rent her apartment when she moves out, when her mother dies? have i been to hong kong? do i think she seems manic depressive? does she seem manic right now??? she asks me question upon question upon question upon question.

all i can think is... geez, i’m at a thousand. per year.

archives of a misunderstood slut: hooking up

2007-01-26T00:50:00.000-05:00

by Jefferson

Marcus was nude on my sofa, typing on his laptop.

I was nude at my desk, typing on my computer.

We wanted to get laid.

Now, you may wonder: if two nude men want to have sex, why don’t they just get busy?

Of course, we considered that option.

Marcus and I love one another, and we’ve each got mad skills. The sex we have together is about as good as it gets.

A day and half of nudity and blowjobs with Shelby had left us keyed up for a full-throttle, no-holds-barred, separate-the-boys-from-the–men bout of man-on-man action.

We were geared up for sex of such intensity that, to be honest, we weren’t sure the two of us could pull it off without an assistant.

Or two.

Anyway, when you have sex this good, it just seems selfish not to share it with others.

I’m a firm believer in repeat business, so I suggested we contact the men we met at a previous party at my place. Marcus smiled at the memory. Alas, Carl was in Paris, Henry was unavailable, and Verdad, true to form, was missing in action.

We had to start from scratch. We retreated to our respective computers.

There was an unspoken competition to see who scored first.

It’s not that we are all that competitive. Either way, we both win. The competition arose because the winner got to choose the prize.

If Marcus scored, we’d be fucking someone more to his type. Our trick would likely be a versatile gay man in his thirties, with plenty of experience, moderate body hair, and a penchant for kink.

If I scored, we’d be fucking a cute twentysomething twink, probably dark haired and more “curious” than experienced.

I’m game for Marcus’s type, and he is game for mine. But of course, we would prefer our preferences.

As we worked, we each searched different URLs.

Marcus swears by Manhunt. This site allows you to chat with men in your immediate vicinity who are online because they want to hook up now. You can peruse profiles and search for areas of common interest.

If you want someone with set preferences in proximity to your zip code, it’s the way to go.

I’ve never used it, but Marcus says it’s great. He’s found really hot men.

Me, I rely on Craig’s List. I like the variety of posts, as each person writes his particular fantasy. Most are prosaic claptrap, but now and then you find a jewel.

That’s because Craig’s List allows for creativity beyond the usual “which of the following best describes you” multiple-choice buttons.

Say, for example, that you have a specific fantasy about seducing a pizza deliveryman.

That would take some work to arrange through a site such as Manhunt. But post it on Craig’s List, and chances are that somewhere in this big city you’ll find a man willing to put on a cap, pick up a pizza, and knock on your door.

Marcus and I typed away, interrupting one another to look at photos.

“He’s hot, right?” Marcus asked about a broad shouldered former Marine in Brooklyn.

“Yeah, he’s great. But check this out,” I countered, downloading a thug Latino skateboarder from the Bronx.

“Yeah, cute,” Marcus replied, returning to his monitor.

As we worked, I remembered someone.

“Hey Marcus,” I said over my shoulder.

“Huh?” he replied, scanning profiles, not looking up.

“Ben.”

“Ben?”

“The grad student, the one who read my blog and contacted you . . .”

“Oh, right, Ben! Yeah, what’s with Ben?”

“He’s in New York now. And guess who has his number?”

“I do, because you’re giving it to me. Let’s call him.”

Ben had initially contacted me to say he enjoyed reading this blog, particularly the stories involving Marcus and sex parties. His notes were clever and when I asked for a photo, I was sent a smile so warm it could be chopped up and used for firewood.

His email address indicated that he was enrolled at a college in Washington.

Good news, I told him. Marcus is starting sex parties near you. Shall I have him contact you?

Oh yes, Ben replied.

Marcus was also impressed by his correspondence with Ben, but alas, what with Marcus’s demanding schedule and Ben’s school load, they never managed to meet.

Now, he was in New York, enrolled in another program.

We called.

For once, timing worked in our favor. Ben had no plans for the day and was aching for some fine sex. He was soon on his way.

After so much correspondence, we were both eager to meet Ben.

As we wrapped up our email exchanges with other contenders, I called Marcus over.

“What do you think of this one?” I asked, showing him a photo. “Cute face, twenty seven, bottom . . . I figure that since you and Ben are versatile and I top, we can use a bottom.”

Marcus leaned over to look. “Yeah, and he’s Asian. Your type.”

I shrugged. “Nah, I just like fucking people who don’t look like me. What do you think? In or out?”

“Whatever, if you want him in, he’s in. I’m going to shower.”

Joseph was glad to be emailed an invitation. “There will be how many of us?” he asked.

“Four.”

“A novel experience,” he replied.

“’A novel experience,’” I thought. Nice. A man who isn’t stingy with the syllables.

I sent my address and followed Marcus to the shower.

Joseph was the first to arrival. He was a dapper fellow in white who spoke with a crisp British accent.

We enjoyed a pleasant exchange as Marcus returned calls. He allowed a few words and nods for Joseph, but I could see that he wasn’t really all that interested.

I turned to Joseph and suggested that we dispense with formalities and get directly to task.

He thought this was a splendid idea.

Marcus found us nude and cuddling on my bed.

“You look cozy,” he smiled.

“Yeah, pretty much,” I replied. “You want to join us?”

“No, I’ll wait for Ben to get here. I’m getting stuff done. I’ll catch you in a few.”

“Okay, baby.” Marcus left us alone.

“He’s very handsome,” Joseph said. “Do you think he likes me?”

“He warms up nicely.” I traced my fingers along his bare chest. “So, you want to suck my cock?”

“Oh, well, certainly.”

Joseph’s mouth left feathery kisses on my torso as he ventured down my body.

“I do hope Marcus warms up,” he said, interrupting his progress. “I’m excited to be with so many men at once. Very unusual. Perhaps I can experience bukkake.”

“You’d like us to cum on you?” I said, caressing his hair.

“Yes, very much,” he replied, tonguing the head of my cock. “Though I’m really too shy to request it.”

“I’ll mention it to the boys. You just worry about that cock.”

“Thank you. Of course, your cock.”

Joseph’s tongue gingerly navigated my cock, occasionally leading me into his mouth. It was a delicate performance, tender and girlish.

This was not the blowjob of a bukkake pig, I thought. He’s going to need to heat things up to interest Marcus.

“That’s very sweet,” I said, caressing his face. “And just look how hard you have me. Want to get fucked?”

He looked up. “Why yes, sure. But take care, as it’s been a while.”

“Oh, I will take great care.”

Brother.

He bent over. I took him slowly, with ample lube and foreplay. And what do you know? He could take a good fucking.

I found Joseph’s forte.

I amped it up.

“Jefferson,” Marcus said from the door. “Ben’s here.”

Ben emerged behind Marcus. He was tall and as handsome as we thought, with short-cropped sandy hair that was, at age twenty-eight, already salted with flecks of white.

“Well, hey Ben,” I said, wiping my lubed fingers on my hip. I extended a hand. “Nice to finally meet you.”

He took my hand and laughed, nodding at Joseph. “Yes, and no surprise about the circumstances.”

“Right. This is Joseph.” I tapped his ass. “Joseph, say hi to Ben.”

Joseph turned on his pillow. “Nice to meet you, Ben.”

“This one wants a face full of cum, by the way,” I added.

“Nice to meet you, Joseph.” Ben replied. He put his hands on his hips. “Well, so what do we do now?”

“Now?” Marcus smiled, stepping forward. “Now I kiss you.”

“Hot.” Ben took Marcus into a deep kiss. They grabbed each other faces, roughly.

I resumed my task at hand.

Ben and Marcus tugged at one another’s clothes, undressing as they kissed. Ben was sexy and passionate, very much to Marcus’s liking. By contrast, Joseph was something of a cold fish.

If this was going to be a good foursome, I needed to heat up Joseph.

Ben was blowing Marcus.

Marcus sighed loudly.

“Turn over,” I told Joseph, pulling out. “I want to look at you when we fuck.”

“Oh, okay.” He turned, and I guided my cock back into him. I ran my hands over his smooth torso.

“Do you like this, Joseph?”

“Yes, I do.”

I pinched a nipple, lightly.

“Ow!” he said, flinching. “Not that, though.”

“Okay, Joseph, I’ll be gentle.” I smiled, pushed deep and stayed there.

Marcus took Ben’s shoulders and raised him. Ben was hard, his cock thick as a beer can.

Marcus popped the top and took it, shotgun.

Ben guided Marcus to sit on the bed, and fucked his face.

“Joseph, I’m going to go wash up. When I come back, we’ll trade blowjobs.”

“Oh, okay, fine.”

When I returned, Ben was fucking Marcus. Ben stood beside the bed as Marcus rested his elbows on the mattress.

Joseph sat, watching.

I put my cock in Joseph’s mouth. He held it tight at the base, so it wouldn’t go too deep.

“Joseph,” Marcus said. “I want to try something.”

Joseph looked back.

“Bend over here. Ben, let me go for a sec.”

Ben looked down and stepped back. “Okay, I’m out.”

“Jefferson, can you pass me a condom and the lube?”

I did as Marcus asked.

“Turn this way,” Marcus instructed, moving Joseph’s hips to the edge of the bed. “I’m going to fuck you.”

“Okay . . .” Joseph said, crawling backwards to Marcus.

“And you,” Marcus said to Ben, opening the condom. “You are going to fuck me.”

“Hot.” Ben took another kiss as Marcus expertly put on a condom and lubed Joseph, his eyes never leaving Ben.

“Okay now,” Marcus said, taking Joseph’s hips. “You ready?”

“Yes, ready.” Marcus entered him deeply. Joseph fell forward on his shoulders, his body surrendering to Marcus’s grip and cock.

“You ready for me now?” Ben asked, stroking his thick cock.

Marcus leaned over Joseph. “Yeah.”

Marcus groaned as he took Ben.

Ben threw back his head, ecstatic.

I watched as one man fucked another as that man fucked another.

I lifted Joseph’s face. He looked up at me.

I didn’t say a word.

He knew what to do.

He lifted himself on his arms and wordlessly took my cock in his mouth.

His weight rested on his hands. They could not interfere with his mouth.

I took his cheeks in my palms and looked in his dark eyes.

I fed him a throat full of cock. Deep and lingering.

His face reddened.

I withdrew a little.

“Good boy, Joseph. Now I can fuck you.”

Marcus and Ben worked in concert, thrusting hard into Joseph.

I pushed back just as hard from his face, my eyes rarely leaving his.

“Joseph . . . you want that facial now?”

His eyes replied in the affirmative.

I pulled out and jerked twice, maybe three times. He gasped, watching.

I came for him, on his hair, his ear, his cheek.

Marcus groaned at the sight.

Joseph fell forward on his elbows as he came. The orgasm shivered back through his body, pulsing onto Marcus’s cock.

Marcus quaked.

He pushed the boy off his dick, forcefully, as if discarding a used memory, and plunged forward on the bed.

“Yes, fuck yeah,” Ben called, pressing forward.

Joseph looked back, his leg caught under Marcus.

I rustled the cum into his hair. “You may as well chew that leg off, Joseph.”

I left to wash up. My face and chest were flushed in the mirror.

I returned with a bourbon and settled into a chair. Marcus was tucking his balls into Ben’s ass.

“Man, I wanted to see this,” Ben said.

Sweat dripped on him from Marcus’s brow. “Watch, buddy, here’s how you do it . . .”

Joseph watched, tugging on his white briefs.

So much for waiting for more bukkake.

Joseph dressed and rinsed his hair as I watched the boys fuck, intense but with laughter.

They decided to break, and fell back on the bed.

“Well,” Joseph said, standing at the foot of the bed. “I suppose I should be off . . .”

I stood. “Let me put on some clothes and show you to the door.”

“Thanks. Nice to meet you, Marcus. Ben.”

“Nice to see you too, Joseph,” Marcus smiled. His arms held Ben close.

“Yeah, very nice,” Ben nodded against Marcus’s chest.

I said goodbye at the door.

“Let’s do it again sometime,” I smiled, offering a hand.

He shook my hand. “Yes, let’s do that,” he replied.

I closed the door.

Ben and Marcus stood in the hallway.

“Think you’ll see him again?” Ben asked.

Marcus and I looked at one another. “Nah.”

It was a Sunday evening, so I turned on The Big Broadcast.

Marcus offered cigars. I poured bourbons for Ben and myself, a vodka for Marcus.

I lit a few candles. We sat on the terrace nude, smoking, drinking, talking, laughing.

Ben asked about Madeline and other people he knew from the blog.

He and Marcus talked about an electric current they felt while fucking one another.

“Maybe you should blog him as ‘battery,’ Marcus,” I suggested. “You name all your tricks after inanimate objects.”

“No,” Marcus said, puffing his cigar and glancing at the boy. “This one gets a name.”

We settled on Ben, as in Franklin.

Marcus left for home that night. He and Ben walked out together.

I slept alone.

The next day, I got an email from Ben.

It was great to meet you finally. And Marcus was just as cool as I expected.

So when are you going to fuck me, Jefferson?

I dropped a line to Marcus.

We had a keeper.

archives of a misunderstood slut: katie tells all

2007-01-23T22:17:00.000-05:00

last month, katie and i found ourselves smack dab in the middle of a sex party. i’ll let her tell you what it was like.

La-di-da – another sex party – YAWN.

Maybe that's the way you are, but not me. I still get a little jittery right before I arrive, and I'm prone to giggle if someone flirts with me while I still have clothes on. Thankfully, I dove headfirst into the sex before I could get too awkward, and the giggling was all on the other side of the room, where several people were conducting a lively discussion about bestiality while fucking, sucking, or otherwise doing it. There was a slight slapstick quality to the evening, made even more entertaining by the fact that everyone was just drop-dead gorgeous. In bare-bones party stats, there were 8 guys to 4 women, a ratio that I was perfectly fine with.

Some of the fun centered around a strap-on that one thoughtful man decided to bring. Two women - Asha and Tina - got a turn wearing it, and each fucked the other. Asha worked it like she was born with a cock, riding Tina while the room reveled in the noise of her getting reamed. I believe, although I'm not sure, that the strap-on found its way into some boy pussy as well as girl pussy that night.

In other scandalous news, two young men - Marcus’ good friend Ian, and my friend, Pixie - got fucked in the ass – for the first time! – by Marcus. Both of these enjoyed their experiences very much, even Ian, who considers himself straight…

There was a lot of cock-sucking and pussy-eating going on that night, although I'm making it sound like it was all she-fucked-he-fucked. People seem less impressed by accounts of oral derring-do, so I'll just mention that there was tons – buckets – of it happening, and that I got to eat the most gorgeous ass I've ever seen in my life, bar none, while Jade, the woman it belonged to, rode a fat cock that I also got to taste (we shared it) a bit later. Tina got such good head from Marcus that she ripped the towel rack right off the wall!

My night went rather well, I thought. After Seamus warmed me up, I came hard on Aaron’s face, then fucked him madly, then stopped for a breather but got caught up in another thing and another thing and another thing and before I knew it, the evening had drawn to a sticky, sweaty end. Then, like a happy little family, ten of us went for late-night snacks at Annie's Paramount Steak House.

There was so much and so many that I didn't get to do – thankfully, there's always next month…

dis-ease

2007-01-19T17:47:00.000-05:00

marcus calls his children for supper. as meat loaf and potatoes are dished up on plates, one of the kids asks, "dad, what's the worst thing that ever happened to you at work?"

well, children, marcus begins...

several months ago, i remember i had a particularly fucked-up day. i had three appointments set up for the day. the first client was a guy i had previously seen. time comes for him to come, yet he doesn't appear. no calls, nothing. i worry, for a minute... could he be dead?

half an hour later, the phone rings. it’s a british guy, he wants to come by in 15 minutes. since my earlier client has passed on, i give the brit my address.

a strong knock at the door. he’s pompous and walks in like he owns the place, balding, pot belly, gross attitude - ugh. i start by giving him a massage. his ass is bucking, and soon i am fucking him. but then i notice, at the top of his head, a 2x2 inch bandage, with seepage coming thru. naturally i stay away from that. later, as i’m still fucking him, his bandage comes off - to reveal a bloody head wound.

number two on the schedule is a guy who told me beforehand that he’s poz, on the phone. ok, i think to myself, activities will be curtailed- basically, i’m not gonna have sex with him. he wants to be held and touched, as many people who go on to develop AIDS crave. but then i notice, as i’m prepping him for a massage, there’s blood on my sheets. he has an arm scrape, and another open scab on his leg. mother fucker. this is just... inappropriate.

third guy. i’m really feeling done for the night; it’s been a rough two previous appointments. but third guy told me that he can only see me this one night, as he leaves town tomorrow. so he arrives, and he looks good. in his mid-thirties, healthy glow, nice and friendly. i start playing around and as i’m on top of him, “i love you!” pops out of his mouth!

woah, sexy boy, you don’t know me for shit, i think.

but outwardly, i laugh it off, and reach down to finger his ass. he’s moving and moaning, obviously eager to get fucked. but i’m not gonna- this one has warts all over his rectum.

the sort of email i like to get

2007-01-18T09:24:00.000-05:00

To: marcusmarkus@gmail.com
Re: Good meeting you

> Marcus, you have to understand I am shy and mostly straight, but yeah... I would fuck you.

oh, come on!

2007-01-12T14:06:00.000-05:00

new client: needle (he’s discovering acupuncture, and all excited about it).

when it clicks, it clicks. gosh, we had fun. after he came while fucking me, we lay on the bed. eventually needle spoke.

“now it’s your turn.”

oh, good! i told him. i’ve been wanting to fuck you for a while...

“no, marcus! i meant it’s your turn to come!”

oh, ok, i said, somewhat dejected. i had really wanted to fuck him. but after all, needle was paying me...

“so, marcus - what do you like, to come?”

oh, i’m easy, i said. i don’t really need much. i like to have 12 mexicans watching. and three platters of sushi on the bed. then i can really shoot like crazy.

we laughed our heads off.

i love people who laugh at my jokes. to paraphrase sarah silverman:

“he’s crazy about me... and i just - i love that in people.”

anyway.

i told needle about dark odyssey sex camp next year. this guy will be a real enhancement to it. and not just for his sense of humor...

fuzzy upon waking

2007-01-10T11:05:00.000-05:00

woke up this morning, stumbled to the bathroom.

stood over the toilet, about to take a piss.

suddenly a serious thought came through my head. has anybody ever had their penis fall off, from overuse?

with friends like this, who needs fuck buddies?

2007-01-07T02:38:00.000-05:00

my friend came over last night. she came over, and made dinner for me and my kids. i came home later.

it was sweet, and kind of domestic at the same time. reminded me of being married, a little. she fed the kids, and then fed me. she herself had eaten earlier, with them.

she got me a drink. and while the children were doing their homework in their rooms, we sat in my living room and talked about various stuff.

an hour went by. i quizzed my kids, to prep for their tests tomorrow. she helped me get them off to bed.

i was tired, and she knew that. she made me a cup of coffee.

and then she said, “go on, marcus... go up to bed.”

i went, too wiped out to protest. i was thinking, it was so nice of her to come over.

she cleaned up the remaining dishes.

in a few minutes, she came up to my room.

“hey... i think the kids are all settled. you ok?”

i was almost asleep. i opened my eyes, and told her to come sit down, and i patted the side of my bed. she did so, and lay back on a pillow next to me.

thanks, i said. i really appreciate your help.

i put my arm around her neck. she nuzzled closer to me.

my hand slipped own her back, to her ass. i cupped one of her cheeks and squeezed. she giggled and moved closer to me.

we kept on like this for a few minutes more, and then she reached for my cock. i was hard. within minutes we had our clothes off.

she was straddling me, and her pussy was rubbing against my dick, which was pointed up towards my neck. i grabbed it and gently pushed the head in to her. she gasped and then, it was like the horse was let out of the pen.

she bucked and yelped and twisted. i grabbed her breasts - they were all over the place, but my hand was suddenly shoved up against them and they had nowhere to go. my hand was like a glass wall to those tits.

we fucked as if fucking had just gone on sale. i tore at those tits, i pumped my dick furiously into her cunt, i grabbed her hips and pulled her into me, lifted her off the bed, into me again, lifted again...

she screamed when she came.

i slammed my hand against her mouth, lest she wake the kids.

the new path

2006-12-27T22:51:00.000-05:00

katie and i met for dinner. we tried to go to three sisters vietnamese restaurant in seven corners. we arrived at twenty one minutes past the hour. they close at half past, but wouldn’t let us in.

no problem. we went next door, to some other vietnamese restaurant. we have similar food tastes (we eat everything, and both like spicy food). afterwards, we go back to the fuck house. sex. hot, no-holds-barred, mindblowing sex.

that’s it. lydia’s history.

a few days later, we meet on katie’s lunch hour. i’ve bought sushi, and she’s come to the fuck house. i tell her to take off her clothes. she lies naked on my bed. i cover her with sushi and sashimi, and some oshinko, and some wasabi. i eat it all off of her, without using my hands.

later, she does the same to me. we learn that wasabi burns skin - even when it’s not placed on genitals or mucous membranes.

katie comes over for the night. we have great sex. we go out for a smoke. we end up at the fox and hounds for a drink. we close the bar, but the bartender lets us stay on (katie is a very charming girl). we drink and drink and drink and although the fuck house is only a few blocks away, katie insists on a cab due to drunkenness. the girl knows her shit.

katie comes to a group party i host. she plays with lots of people. people love her. seamus and katie and i are the last ones left at the end. we tie seamus up, we cover him in silly string, and then - katie and seamus converge. converge, as in, fuck.

oh, shit. my gay boyfriend is bi-curious.

i try to get him to say it. repeat after me, seamus: i am bi-curious.

he is trying to accept it. it’s hard, quite frankly, for him to come out, and admit that he likes girls too.

move ahead a few weeks. seamus has now fucked two women, another one who attended my sex party last week.

and katie and i are still having cum-bucket-loads of fun.

busy, busy, busy

2006-12-21T19:31:00.000-05:00

oooh, all kinds of things are happening.

yesterday, for example. i had a client, whom i’ll call towel. spent an hour and a half with him, mostly fucking his ass. towards the end, as he lay on the bed playing with his dick, i asked him if he wanted to come. towel nodded - he was getting excited as his eyes twitched back and forth over me - and words were just not coming out easily.

i decided to make the most of the situation. i stood up on the bed, and planted my feet firmly on either side of his hips. i then grabbed my cock, which was already hard, and slowly stroked it. his eyes were flying furiously, up and down my body. within 20 seconds, towel shot his load.

later, last night, i went to a drag king show at chaos. went with seamus and met up with katie and paulie, seamus’ new fuck buddy. a more lame show has never been seen, as far as i can tell. i hate when drag impersonators lip sync; it’s so much more interesting if they try to actually sing the lyrics. but still, it was fun; i am glad paulie arranged it. he was in a black wig, necklace, and tight black shirt that showed off his very, um, perky breasts.

went back to the fuck house to sleep with seamus. although it was 3:30 in the morning, suddenly we found ourselves fucking. i fucked him so good, so hard, for so long... it was like rockstar sex. not pornstar sex, mind you - i think that’s usually fake, and often devoid of emotion.

and now, today. went to my doctor early in the morning for my four-month check up. i get tested for all std’s, including hiv, every four months. it costs me an arm and a leg (i do it privately, so it’s about $250 each visit, which i don’t put through insurance, for obvious reasons) but it’s worth it, i think. so i’m in there pissing in a cup, getting my blood taken, blood pressure, temperature, etc, and this time the nurse is a pretty cute guy, with tattoos on his neck, arm, and probably some other places. he’s flirting with me a little, but i keep my distance. i don't want to put him in any position that jeopardizes his job. you know.

next stop: ekg room (my doctor is very, very thorough). tattooed love boy takes me there, and tells me that i get to take my clothes off now. i am about to strip naked, when he explains that i should take off my shirt. he attaches stuff to my chest and arms, and in a flash, the ekg is done. he removes the stuff, and as he’s leaning over me, he plants his mouth on one of my nipples. i grab his ass. he unbuttons my leather pants, and takes my rapidly growing cock in his mouth. i unzip his fly, and suck him simultaneously.

i wonder if the door is locked.

see, two years ago i had another doctor. i used to go to the clinic at whitman walker. it was a very good choice for me then, and they took donations. so i would get tested and leave a $20 or $40 donation, and it seemed to work out well.

then one day, i had a doctor who was examining me, and we were talking, and all of a sudden he leaned into me and kissed me, fully, on the lips. i kissed him back (he was pretty cute, and nice, too). we were making out like this for just a few seconds when a nurse did that little thing; she tapped on the door and then opened it half a second later - without giving the doctor a chance to react. so the nurse saw the doctor making out with his patient.

that’s not, by the way, the reason i stopped going there. the doc and i saw each other a bit socially outside of the clinic. but then he left the area - traveling outside the usa, i think.

tattooed love boy just came in my mouth. we pull our clothes back so we can be presentable, and i invite him to a group party. he seems to want to get together one-on-one. i need to tell him it won’t happen - not because of him, but because i have such a frenetic lifestyle. i decide to wait and tell him in another visit, if he brings it up.

an hour later, i have an appointment with hardware. he told me before the session that he wanted hot body contact, restraints, and roughhousing. i start with a simple massage, but during it, his ass moves and i start to fuck him right there on the massage table. i move him onto the fuck house bed and restrain him, shove butt plugs up his ass, blindfold his eyes, and blare the music. as the dresden dolls sing about god making escort agencies, one life to live and mace and ghb, i run a metal pakistani medical tool over his skin. it has 12 needle points arranged on a wheel, so it runs over him with repeated piercings. hardware is going crazy, and his dick is erect. i grab a rubber and some lube, and climb onto it. pull the blindfold off and his eyes adjust to the sight of me, on top of his rod, fucking his cock. later he tells me this is the first time for him to be tied up. i think he’ll be calling me again...

fuck! it’s almost time for naked yoga. i rush around, grabbing my sticky mat, some cash, and my keys. i get my recently-fucked ass up to the yoga studio, and get naked. i’ve worn my clothes only for a few hours, over the last 24. a group of about 20 of us practice sun salutations and warrior poses in the buff, for an hour and a half. because it goes over the usual length, i now need to rush back to the fuck house... i have an appointment in 15 minutes. so much for me getting to a zen space.

of course, timepiece is on time. just my luck. seamus arrives moments after this guy. timepiece wanted two men together. i glance at seamus and he is looking so snacky - crisp in his white shirt, his skin is gleaming. geez, i wish timepiece weren’t here. oh yeah- i’m working. back to the grind.

i’ve seen timepiece before. he is piggy, and although he’s married and closeted, he once asked me to accompany him to provincetown, rhode island, for the weekend. he wanted me to lead him around - naked as often as possible - with just a dog collar on his neck. i refused, only because i don’t care to do public scenes.

so tonight, he wants to get restrained, and he’s brought a knit hood for us to put over his head, with no holes for his eyes, nose nor mouth. he has also brought a toy bag with lots of leather and spiked stuff. i get a little bored looking at it all, i can find all sorts of things to use on someone and it doesn’t always need to be such s/m-ish type stuff. i pull out my own toy bag.

seamus gets him immobilized on the bed, face down. timepiece is wearing a jockstrap (what is it with some guys and their jockstrap fetishes? it’s not my bag, baby. so what do i do?

i start tugging at it. i pull it up towards his head, and the two straps over his ass move in towards his crack. soon i am giving him a jockstrap wedgie. i pull it down, towards his feet. it’s not moving, because his cock and legs are weighing it down. but i am relentless, and something’s gotta give. the jock’s synthetic fabric starts to rip. i don't stop until i have ripped the entire thing off him, in shreds. i toss the mutilated jockstrap onto the back of his head.

he had told me earlier, on the phone “tell me to be quiet if i start giving directions. i like to be told what to do. i can’t get gagged right now because i’ve got a cold, but...”

timepiece, you are already talking too much, i told him. shut the fuck up, i know what to do.

i remind him of this prior conversation, as i take a dog choke collar from my bag, and place it around his neck. now timepiece, you know what to do when a dog misbehaves? a choke collar works very well, to teach a dog how to be good. well, i’m gonna make sure that you’re good, dammit. watch out, if you step out of line, you’ll get a tug- like this! i pull on the collar. his entire body twitches as he chokes for a second.

then seamus and i go to town on him. we blindfold him, and both fuck him up the ass. we shove a heavy metal egg up his hole, and force him to expel it on his own. we make him suck our cocks, twisting his head left or right. when he gags, i pull the choke collar. learn to suck dick better, you fuckin’ idiot!

we fuck him some more, this time harder, and deeper. as i pull out, there’s shit on the condom. i pull the choke chain. fuck, man! you’ve gotta clean out better!
that’s it... get on the floor!

seamus releases his restraints. timepiece is naked, with some smeared shit on his back, and that stupid hood over his head. he clumsily lies down on his back; without the benefit of sight, he can’t easily navigate his way down. seamus stands over him, one foot placed on each side of his head. i stand at his feet.

seamus and i look at each other, and then both of us let loose a stream of piss, all over timepiece. in seconds his chest is drenched, his balls and cock are soaked, and his hood is completely saturated with our urine. when we are done, he is in a pool of piss, and we tell him to roll over so he can coat both sides of himself. i know it’s cold and wet, and the wood floor is hard against his flesh. seamus and i are on the verge of hysteria, but i keep my voice firm: now get in the fuckin’ shower, pig, and get that piss and shit offa you!

ten minutes later, he is leaving the fuck house. and leaving us a very fat tip. i look at seamus and say, that was fun, wasn’t it?

“yeah,” he says. “he’s a nice guy. so how was your day, marcus?”

close encounters with katie

2006-12-18T02:06:00.000-05:00

ooooooh. there she is again.

i’ve just walked into the outbuilding that severin has on her property. her bisexual male/female party is in two structures: her main house and her outbuilding. it’s cold outside, and i am naked running between the two. so when i open the outbuilding door, i am very happy to be in the warmth, but even happier when i see who’s there.

hi!, i say.

“hi, marcus!”

there’s about 8 or 10 people up here in this dimly lit room, complete with a sling, futon, and narrow twin bed. i walk up to her and kiss her again, and she responds back. my nakedness contrasts with her garb: the corset, shoes, boy shorts, etc. our bodies are pressed together. i don’t even notice anyone else in the room, until the door opens up again and seamus walks in with paulie. it’s like i have a sixth sense with him, i can tell when seamus is around, and it's not a bad thing, it's a good thing. i can be at a sex party and suddenly think about him, glance up, and there he is- looking at me, he’s just done the same thing. we catch each other's eyes, and smile or give some sort of acknowledgment, and then go back to fucking or whatever else we’re doing.

so he enters with paulie, and we do that acknowledgment thing, and he goes to the back of the building to play. meanwhile, katie and i are moving into a better space with each other, our bodies are intertwined and it feels right. i haven't felt this spark of energy with someone new for a while, and it's fuckin’ amazing. she leads me over to the twin bed. or i lead her. i can’t recall who took charge, but suddenly katie’s got a finger up my ass and she’s still kissing me, and she's so gentle up there and her mouth is so soft, and those tits, ummmmm, i’m in heaven.

katie takes over. she invades my body with her finger. with two fingers. with three fingers. with four fingers. with five fingers. her fist is up my ass, and i’m blown away. she’s fuckin’ gorgeous, and i crave her close to me, but she’s fisting me, so the rest of her can only get so close.

there’s only one other person who has fisted me. and that was madeline, in jefferson’s place, as he watched. i remember it well, it was one of those earth-shattering sex experiences. it was my first time getting fisted, and it was madeline’s first time giving. we both were blown away afterwards - like, fuck, what was that!??

and now, katie. i’m flying around the room. i don’t know who else is there, i don’t know if anyone’s watching me, i have no idea what seamus’ coordinates are right now.

it’s just me, and katie’s arm.

the ecstasy eventually subsides. i think she must've been watching me very carefully because she knew exactly when to slow down, when to stop, when to pull out of my ass. katie has obviously done this before.

she lays next to me on the bed. we kiss and hold each other and stroke each other. when we finally start talking, she tells me that she really isn't into getting naked at a sex party, or more specifically, she’s not into getting fucked at one. she doesn't like people watching her when she’s fucking. and when talk turns to seamus and paulie, she tells me that she went on a date with paulie once. so now we have a little ring, i think to myself. funny how shit like that happens.

we go to the back of the building to see what those two are up to. they are all over each other, like before, just in a different setting. actually, they seem to be winding down. katie and i stretch out on the floor and of course, my hands are running up and down her body. she seems cool with this. i don't want to make her uncomfortable - not by what i’m doing to her, because somehow we already have this nonverbal understanding that we’re going to be having a lot of sex in the future, but where i’m doing it - the public sex thing might weird her out. so i proceed slowly and she seems to be ok with it all.

when i’ve got my fingers up her pussy, and my dick’s wanting to be there too, seamus comes over. he - my gay boyfriend, who hasn't had sex with a woman since he was a teenager, at least twenty years ago - puts his hand on her upper thigh. i pull myself away to give him space. he reaches a finger in to her, and tentatively explores. i’m watching him, i’m watching her, i’m touching her tits, he’s in her pussy, and paulie is a few feet away, watching it all, looking very content. the four of us are in a good place. it’s a very nice scene.

and then in comes severin. she’s talking, loud, disruptive. starts commenting on us, says something stupid about how she wants to join in and fuck katie with us. she’s got a great house, and it’s very nice of her to share it, but she’s a wonderful mood-wrecker. this girl i’ve just hooked up with suddenly has her guard up, and while she doesn't push seamus or i away, something is different.

we all wait for severin to leave the room, but she doesn't. instead she keeps talking.

no worries; i know that katie and i are gonna figure this out. we're gonna pull this shit in some other place. some other time. and seamus is probably gonna get in there, too, somehow.

seamus and i talk about leaving, it's already 4am. katie mentions that she needs a ride back to dc, could we perhaps take her? the three of us happily head back to dc together. as we drive, we talk, and it's so refreshing to realize that not only is katie hot, sexy, and fun to play with, but she’s also cool, funny, and sweet as can be.

we're outside her door. i get out of my car to give her a kiss. i know something. and she knows it, too.

we haven't even begun to start.

he wanted me to piss on him

2006-12-14T14:47:00.000-05:00

i had already fucked him. then i shurgged him. then i fisted him. this boy was up for anything.

he whispered to me, “i want your piss.”

where do you want it? i was stern, and stared right into his eyes. they were pleading with me, it seemed he would've done anything i asked at this point.

“wherever you like. on me, in my mouth, on my face... i want it on my face,” he concluded.

great. lie down.

“no, wait, let me get in the bathtub.” he got up to move.

ok, fine, whatever.

i lightened up. i have learned that the cleanup of piss is not such a big deal, as long as it’s not on a bed or carpet. so i’ve taken to watersports on lots of piss-friendly backdrops. i just keep paper towels and spray cleaner on hand. if cleaned up immediately afterwards, there’s really no smell or residue.

so, i am standing over him in the tub. he’s just given me a bottle of water, which i downed instantly. but nothing’s coming.

i ask him for another bottle, which he dutifully gets.

nothing.

another bottle. i’ve just had 3 bottles of deer park, in the last two minutes. fuck! now i’m feeling kinda gassy.

i tell him to leave the bathroom, and explain that i’m gonna sit on the toilet for a minute. he heads out, and i start farting into the crapper. no shit, though.

we resume. he is reclining in the tub again. i am perched over him. i tell him, i thought i had to shit but it was just gas...

“oh, i think that’s hot,” he says.

what’s hot? me shitting? i stare at him.

“yeah. i like that.”

really? you’d want me to shit on you?

“oh yes...”

i straddle his chest. and start to squat. suddenly, within seconds, feces drop from my ass onto his chest, just below his head.

i turn round, and look at him. he’s in a sort of ecstatic state. he slowly reaches up with his finger and puts it into my shit, and drags some of it down his chest to form a line, right to his public hair.

i am watching, smiling.

he then takes some from the pile by his throat, and makes lines - as if he is decorating himself for a theatrical production - on his cheeks and forehead.

i am stroking my cock. this is revolting to me, and hot, at the same time.

he again reaches in to the pile, and moves some to both armpits. his eyes are fixed on me.

i am hard as a rock. i can almost shoot on him, i am so turned on.

then he dips his finger in again, and ever - so - slowly moves it to his lips. he covers his lips as if he is putting on lip gloss.

and then he eats the leftover shit.

naked santa

2006-12-13T13:41:00.000-05:00

my friend called today. he wants me to dress up in a santa suit and give his girlfriend a massage. it’s his girlfriend’s fantasy, he says... an erotic massage, by santa.

i’m to be under the tree when she gets home, and when i start working on her, i am to take off everything but my santa hat and facial hair. i’m to keep my identity hidden. hey, hank, how far do you want me to take it with her, i ask.

“as far as you want,” he says. “read her cues.”

and yes, he’s paying me.

guess i’m a “ho-ho-ho” ho now.

ding dong new big wong

2006-12-05T12:28:00.000-05:00

ding-dong. i buzzed him up. seamus was early, to help me set up. we worked fast, quietly, efficiently. he knew what to do, he’s helped me do this a dozen times already. the futon was moved out of the closet. the antechamber door was opened up. that drawing of jackie was taken down. and the votives were filled with candles.

music was picked. i chose peaches’ cd, “the teaches of peaches”, as a nod to her stellar performance at the 9:30 club earlier in the week. plus, she’s such damned good sex music anyway.

seamus and i are on schedule. unlike some other parties, where i’m running around to the last minute, this time we’ve got a good 30 minutes to kill. we have some drinks, kick back on the futon, arms intertwined around each other.

hey, it’s nice here, the way the candles light up those shelves above us. we should try sleeping here instead of the bed sometime, i say.

he agrees. we both know we’ll never do it, though. we’re not going to pull out the futon to sleep, when the bed - higher, great mattress, tables on each side - is right there, in the next room. still, we’re comfortable right now, and relaxed. i drink my vodka tonic.

ding-dong. i look at my cell phone, it’s 10:01. it’s some guy who’s never attended any of my parties before. gotta give him credit for eagerness. and for not coming earlier than 10; since (as mentioned above) i’m usually running around still prepping.

a few minutes later - ding-dong. my buddy, the one with the 7” diameter cock, comes by. he hosts his own naked parties, which rock (in a different way than peaches’ music, you know). the four of us sit, chatting on the couch and chairs.

ding-dong. two more guys are at the door. just as i’m showing one of them where the kitchen is for his beer, i hear again: ding-dong. three more at the door. i buzz them up, and continue with the orientation for beer-dude. now there’s a knock at the door. someone got in the door downstairs, and is already here. i let him in.

over the next hour, men arrive. some are relaxed and happy. i’ve seen those guys before, usually they’ve been at the parties. they enter, confident and ready to have fun.

others, though, are nervous or hesitant. they don’t know what to expect, and are thinking the worst. their heads are wondering, will this be a high-pressure situation? what if i don't want to have sex with someone who approaches me? what if i don't get hard? what if no one thinks i’m hot?

i try to help these guys. i try to tell them that it’s a low-key, casual environment. i try to get them to feel comfortable. i try to joke with them, to break the tension. i’ve found it’s best to just bring them in, and they can see for themselves- low lights, naked men groping each other, music... most get pretty relaxed after a couple minutes, and then they’re in the mix, playing too.

by 11pm, 28 men have come through my door. this breaks the record: i thought my place could fit only 24 maximum. but everyone’s here, and space seems good. amazing how dudes will fit themselves into a space, if sex is involved. if i were selling tickets to, say, the white stripes in that space, it would be an entirely different story.

i take my pants off at 11. i’ve been shirtless, but dressed from the waist down, in the minority - up till now. nearly everyone is naked, save for maybe one or two guys moving around in their underwear.

i start playing with the sexy hunk on the bed. he calls me over, even though he’s got someone else on top of him at the moment. this dude is someone i’ve wanted before - he came to another party i had a few months ago - but too many people were all over him then. he’s bi, and is coming to my next bi party december 9, with some hot black chick he’s found. one thing leads to another, and suddenly my hard dick is pressed against his ass.

wanna get fucked? i ask him.

he tells me he’s never been, and yet he’s willing to try - but warns me that it may not work out. he’s afraid it will hurt. i reassure him that i’ll go slowly and he won’t even get near “pain”... at the most, he’ll start to feel discomfort, and if he does, we’ll stop. i’m about to tell him that i’ve been to Fucking School, but he looks at me intensely and says, “ok.” that’s all i needed to hear.

i’ve already eaten his ass, and fingered him a bit. i think he’s ready, so i lube him up, and enter his hole. he takes it well, and within a few seconds his face shows that he’s gone to that “my-ass-is-filled-with-cock” place. after fucking him for a while, he tells me that he wants me to come in his mouth. but he doesn't know me that well; i only come towards the end of a party. i need at least 45 minutes before i can get hard again, so i’ve trained myself to hold off, so i can have extended play.

and play time it is. i go from one handsome man to the next. i fuck this one, i suck that one. i watch the sexy latino get a blow job and shoot his load on his own stomach, and then i scoop it up and thrust my fingers up his own ass. he is shocked, a little dismayed, and yet i think on some level he liked it, too. the taboo of cum in your ass, in this period of aids, can be pushed by only a few situations: find a boyfriend who is honest, regularly tested, and barebacks no one but you. or, take your own damn cum, and shove it up there.

i find a streamed-lined boy with piercings and ink. i tell him i wanna suck him off, but want to do it properly. will you lie down with me somewhere? he’s game, so we move to the antechamber. 7 inch diameter bud joins us, and we play and kiss and touch each other for a good spell. meanwhile, all those other naked male bodies are going at it everywhere else. this was not a party of kink and fetish: this was a hot, steamy, man-to-man sweaty thing, with passion and intensity.

by two am i had shurgged one shaved-head stud, and blew my load all over the streamed-lined boy. i think i also came on 7 inch diameter, and the wall behind them. they both were working me up to it. seamus came over and clinched the deal, by touching me right where i needed it - on my nuts.

shortly afterwards, six of us headed out. a late night dinner in new big wong, in chinatown. i really thought i had had enough new big wong for the night, but - well, i guess i can always have one more. on either side of our table sat some freaks. not us, mind you! i mean some drunk asian chicks, and a couple of nasty abusive men accompanying them.

we gave our leftovers to a homeless person, who snuck in the restaurant and begged a bit during our meal. and taxied back to the fuck house, to hit the sack.

archives of a misunderstood slut: my boyfriend is a sex worker

2006-12-02T00:03:00.002-05:00

Seamus recently had an article published in $pread Magazine. if you don't get $pread delivered, you should! it describes itself as a "quarterly, glossy magazine by and for sex workers and those who support their rights." check out his article... guess who he's writing about...

My boyfriend had something important to tell me. We had only been dating a few weeks and I had already known about his bisexuality, previous marriage, and children. So I couldn't imagine what else it could be.

We got together for dinner at a local hangout. It was the rakish way he wore his hat and an all-knowing smirk on his face that indicated I should be prepared for the unexpected. A few weeks of dating were not enough time to divulge all of each others secrets.

He methodically and deliberately decribed his profession as a sex worker. I had to admit, the thought of having sex with someone who was getting paid for it turned me on. All along, I was getting it for free.

Of course, I had lots of questions: who were his clients, how many and frequent were his appointments, had he been practising safe sex, was this his only source of income, and did his friends and family know about this. It was all so overwhelming, but he calmly answered each and every question. The most important question was how was he going to balance sex work with a relationship.

He afforded me an easy way out of the relationship before it progressed any further. I seriously had doubts if I would be able to handle dating an escort but decided to give it a try.

Later, I realized I was in a bit of a shock. After absorbing his revelation, I thought, why would he be in this line of work anyway. He didn't fit the stereotype of a sex worker. He wasn't down on his luck with sex work as his only option. He wasn't messed up with substance addictions. He was educated and well-traveled. My boyfriend said he actually enjoyed this line of work. He described how he was providing a much-needed service to those who desired something outside of their relationships or wanted a more adventurous experience with someone who was safe, versatile, and skilled in a variety of sexual interests.

I must confess, it hasn't been easy. Communication has always been an important part of our relationship but I don't think I was fully prepared to deal with his openness and frankness when he talked about sex work. He often described in graphic detail his appointments, how hot the sex was, if he got fucked or fucked his client, and if and how he came. I'm not a jealous person, but sometimes his descriptions bordered on too-much-information.

It's also been frustrating because at times he has been too tired to have sex with me. The late night hours or the spontaneity of this profession often impacts our time together. He'll have an appointment or two in the evening and we'll get together after that. We'll even try to spend some time together in between appointments during the day. He's typically on call, so when we can hook up it often feels like we're together on "stolen moments." I'm even now considering getting a fuck buddy for those times when we are unable to get together. He's okay with this (but why wouldn't he be). Do I have any takers out there?

We get along quite well. Surprisingly, our few disagreements have not been about sex work. For both of us, trust is more important than monogamy. We have very few rules compared to other couples. One is that we have complete honesty. The other is we won't bareback other guys. We've attended sex parties without any jealousy from either person. Throughout all of this, our relationship has only strengthened.

Recently, we were planning a warm weather trip together. We narrowed our options to two places, India or Brazil. After researching both places we decided on Brazil (it would have been the monsoon season in India, so Brazil was it). The next step was determining how to finance our trip. We both could have used money that we stashed away, but discussed a more creative solution. Why not create a "TWO MEN FOR HIRE" sex team to finance our trip. I was a bit hesitant at first, but thought, "I should be able to do this." Was I surprised!

Sex work is not always great sex, hot bodies, and fun times. For me, it was a very humbling experience. I quickly realized my own limitations in having sex with paying strangers. I found it very difficult at times to get a hard-on when I wasn't physically attracted by a client. Most of our clients were fun but I occassionally felt as though we were "performing on command" like monkeys in a circus. We experienced everything from gentle sex to food sex and the occassional bondage or piggy scene.

We quickly amassed enough money to finance a three-week holiday in Brazil. In fact, I'm currently writing this article on the white sands of Bahia. (Here's to all of our clients who supported our endeavor).

I've learned a lot about sex work and have developed much respect for anyone in this line of work. I still love my day job and I'm not changing my career anytime soon. But now I know that sex work can be a lot of fun, it can be challenging, and it certainly is a much-needed service. Through dating an escort and my own brush with sex work, I've realized there are people in this world with a variety of sexual needs and desires. Each with a different story and background.

In truth, dating a sex worker has been a challenging experience and sometimes frustrating. Somehow, I've been able to find my own comfort zone with it. In the meantime, we're contemplating our next TWO MEN FOR HIRE trip.

a party of firsts

2006-11-27T20:58:00.001-05:00

first this, first that... there were so many firsts that you would think it was a bunch of people who had never played in groups before. in fact, everyone who attended was pretty experienced. still, the mood was casual and easygoing, there was a lot of laughter, and if there HAD been some group virgins, they would’ve been welcomed with open, uh, legs.

there were about ten of us. my new friend neil arrived and very clearly and very regretfully announced to everyone that he could only stay for an hour. he ended up staying for four.

his “first” was that he got his dick touched by a man - a big step for him. after that, neil's first was that he got his dick sucked by a man - it was hot, because he has a huge cock. between his contorted face and his big dick going into that mouth, it was enough for anyone watching to blow a load - even the women. and then, neil's next first (ok, he had three “firsts”) was that he shot cum all over that guy.

one girl had her first, by sucking a dick while getting fucked. now, i know her... she is quite experienced, and when she told me this, i was taken aback. but then she shared her other first with me: she fisted one of the other girls, and was able to get her hand ALL THE WAY into her pussy! good girl! (both of them...)

one of the other guys had his own first, and i was a part of it. he fucked my ass. what more can i say? other than, mmmmph. his wife watched the whole thing.

i also ate his ass, while he fucked his wife. we didn't want to leave her out.

which reminds me, earlier that evening i did EAT her out. a VERY tasty woman, indeed.

hmmm, there was another couple who attended, and i suspect they had some firsts... but they were a little quiet, and didn’t disclose any to me.

one guy with long straight hair was like an energizer bunny. he came in to the party to find a beautiful woman, restrained on the bed, and blindfolded (i was looking after her, to see that her limits were respected). he climbed on top of her, slipped on a condom, and went to town. being restrained and blindfolded was one of her firsts, by the way. man after man climbed up and fucked her, but that energizer bunny just kept going back. actually, he was more like a bucking bronco.

seamus, my gay boyfriend, was there. he must now officially be classified as “bi-curious”. i am trying to get him to embrace his new sexual orientation, but you know, acceptance of these terms sometimes takes time. he fucked one of the girls, and later she ate his ass while he sucked someone’s dick.

then, he, restraint-girl, and i got into a three way that involved me fucking his ass, with her on my back. i used my arms to hold her up (i could hold her all day, she’s so hot!) and then she stuck her finger up my ass as i continued to plow seamus. i guess that was a first for me - hmmm, maybe i should audition for that erotic cirque du soleil show in vegas...

the party went late. at 3:30 in the morning there were just a few of us left. we crawled up to the diner in adams morgan, and enjoyed a delicious post-sex snack.