Holy Momma's Bubble Butt

It simply doesn't get any better than this! Bubble butts unite!

Which scene for JP?

Hey y'all. Work with me now. Advise me. Kick, B-E-A-T, smack(!), slap sense into me. So, let's call him JP. So JP emails me on Manhunt. You know... the account I check once a month for 10 minutes and not a second more.

He's visiting DC from London, England. For a week. 30, 5'10", 30w, athletic, top. His first communique read:

Hey Mate, Looking? I also like role-playing. Want me to be your burglar? Leave your door unlocked and be in bed or couch naked and pre-lubed. I'll come in, tell you to shut up and muzzle you and then blindfold you before fucking you. When I'm done, I'll say, "Next time, don't leave your fucking keys in your door! You got what you deserved!" After, I'll just leave you lying there, freshly raped.

Guys, do you regularly get emails like this??? HELLO!!! I know that I shouldn't have even responded, but I had to.

So, what advice do I need from y'all? Well, JP sounds HOT. And I almost said, "Yes" last night, but it was 1:00am and I had to get to bed. And so did he. I had to be in the office early and he had an 830am meeting. So that's why we are both as horny as hell and still chatting at 1:00am, right??? That's why we both think that though our bodies and brains SCREAM, "GO TO BED!"... our penis heads and hormones counter with, "Make the booty-call happen. Find a guy to get on and get off with." Even at 1am, we never learn, do we? LOL. Boys!

So, he's proposing that we hookup later this week at his hotel -- the same hotel Mr. Summer stayed in when he last visited DC. Of course, we have to change the scene idea since I'll be going to him. So help me out. Do I behave and NOT hookup with him? Or, are YOU going to help me by being my accomplice... by voting on the scene that I'll propose to JP that we enact?

SCENE A- "The Burglar's Payment". I arrive and walk down a hotel hallway. I find his room door ajar. I walk in.. like a thief... wondering what I can pilfer from this suite. So I walk-in to find the room's owner in the shower. SHIT! I could make this a quick steal and go. Adrenaline rushes through me. Let's go for it. But upon seeing the bed, I sit down for a sec. After all, the dude will take another 5-10 minutes in the shower. It's late... it's been a long-ass day... and I'm tired... and before you know it, I'm laying face-down on the bed in my sweats. JP finishes showering and walks into the bedroom drying himself off -- he sees me and goes ape shit. Waking me up and almost going to fits with me, he angrily asks who the hell I am and tells me to get the hell out of his room. But before that, he says he's gonna call security and reaches for the phone. I beg him not to and apologize pleading that I am so sorry and that I can make it up to him. He's still angry... but cools down a little, telling me to take my clothes off... and that "payment" for not sticking hotel security and the cops on my ass for attempted theft would be for him to sodomize me. As they say, you can't rape the willing.

SCENE B- "Classic Blindfold/Anon". I arrive at hotel to find JP's door ajar. I walk in and strip down to my jock and bend over his bedside with blindfold on. He comes from behind, rims me and pounds me into the bed. When he's done, he goes to clean-up and I pull up my pants and leave.

SCENE C- "Thursday Night Lights". Walk into JP's room. A bank of floor to ceiling windows overlook 14th Street. He's in the shower. Lights from Logan Circle flood into the room creating metropolitan shadows. Across the street is the Presbyterian church. JP is hiding in the bathroom waiting for me to get settled on all fours... doggy style... right in front of the window w/o a blindfold. He'll then come and fuck me like this... till he unloads... never talking to me... never looking into my eyes directly... only from our reflections in the window.

Which one do YOU want us to enact? CAST YOUR VOTE! This polling station closes on Thursday, November 12th at midnight. So VOTE NOW... and I'll propose the winning idea to JP.






After it's all said and done, I'll report back with excruciatingly detailed details. Oh, and lastly, you know that we're size queens here. That's why we also have to tell you that shockingly, JP is 6". Yup, only six inches. So should we still hookup with him? We'll say "Yes," because his first communique showed the power of his imagination. We just hope that he performs and rapes me just as well. And if history is an example, Mr. 10 was not 10 inches... he was a mere THICK 7 inches that felt like 10". So who knows >> JP's 6 inches could feel like 7.5-8 inches.

Dancing to Beyonce

Now that you've seen the original baby dancing to Beyonce (above),
check these ones out.

On the subject of dishonesty and cheating?

Dan Ariely, the Duke Behavioral Economics professor and author of "Predictably Irrational", sent Big Think a video on how fake designer sunglasses turn people into liars. Okay, maybe he doesn’t go that far, but he relates a study about how getting involved in petty acts of dishonesty – like sporting knockoff fashion – makes people more likely to commit more serious acts of fraud.

So why is this being posted on T3NL? Why a diatribe from a Duke University Behavioral Economist? Where are we trying to go with this? What is the larger message that we're trying to broach?

I guess because we're questioning our current relationship ... and the fact that a few fuck buddies sit on the sidelines waiting... to fuck [us up] or to be fucked [with]. Is that cheating? What constitutes "cheating"? Is it dishonesty?

Okay, Professor Ariely's example focuses on knock-off designer wear (e.g. Prada and Chloe sunglasses)... which he then relates to a study about how getting involved in petty acts of dishonesty - like sporting knockoff fashion - makes people more likely to commit more serious acts of fraud.

So, how does that weave into "seeing guys on the side" or "cheating"? Well, check out the video below. If you can't see it, try this link. You might have to watch it 2-3x to really get the messages that lie behind the economic analysis. But I don't think we are too off-base in making the correlations... are we???

Banging it out for Miguel

Did I go to the gym? Yes. Did I work out? Yes. Was it a good workout? Yes. Am I still slightly jealous of our All American Guys? YES!

But I'm also upset that the workout made me all the more horny. After, I stopped by my boyfriend's place for an hour... to catch-up on the day's events. After that, I got back into my car and headed home. But then, a text message took me off-track. It was Miguel. Who is Miguel? Just some guy. We'd chatted (online) earlier in the day. He's 24, 5'6", 140 lbs., 29w, smooth, versatile, 7c and Latin. A total hip, small, cute, Latin twink. Oh what the heck >> here's his pic.





Miguel also has a boyfriend. A boyfriend who he tops all the time. The issue? He's getting tired of just topping. But that's hard to change when your boyfriend isn't really versatile... but just... a hungry little power bottom. So, considering the dilemma, I offered to help Miguel out. Just this once. After all, Miguel lives a mere 6 blocks from me. Gotta help a boy out, right?

All Miguel wanted was to get fucked. All I wanted was to bury my thick donkey dick in the tightest ass in Washington. So I pulled over on Columbia Road -- right by the Starbucks at the corner or 18/Columbia to text him.

Me: Om my way. Be there in 5 mins.

Miguel: Cool. C u. Meet you at door. I live in house but can have guests. But have to be quiet. I take you to my room, u fuck me, and go? No talk?

Me: I'm kewl with that. Exactly what I'm looking for.

So I get to Miguel's, and just like he said, he was waiting on his front porch. He looked nervous. His eyes scanned the street and the townhouses across the street. He kept looking over his shoulder into the foyer of his place. I guess he didn't want his (live-in) landlord to know he was sneaking me in.

"Hi!" I said greeting him. He nodded in acknowledgment... while shushing me by putting his index finger to his lips.

"Have to be quiet," he said with a strong Salvadorian accent.

This was clearly on the Down-Low. Peering into the foyer as if we'd entered a haunted house, he led me in on his tippy-toes. He must live with an older Latin family or couple or relatives, I thought. Not my business. Not my place to ask. I was only there to help him out. To provide him with my services.

Migeulito led me into the foyer and directly into his room. The door was closed so quick and so fast that I swear >> my heels barely made it into the room.

And just as he wanted, I undressed, climbed onto of his naked body, and fucked the shit out of Miguel.

(Illustrative photos copyright of Sean Cody Media Inc.)

Like I said, he wanted cock and I wanted ass-hole. I stuffed Miguel's twinkie and fucked it till he creamed on his chest. But I wasn't done. He started pushing me off, but fuck that shit >> he wanted me to fuck him and that's exactly what I was gonna do. I had no intention of laying off his boy-hole till I'd creamed in him. My pubes continued slamming against his supple-tanned Latin ass. Tagging and slapping my still droppy-from-the-gym balls against his tight as a gerbil lubed ass. I convulsed in him, pulled my 8 incher out, handed him my cum-loaded condom, dressed, and left.

Our 2009 All American Guys

All my friends (and then some) would say that I'm a really fit guy, but WHAT THE FUCK?!!!! Have you seen this year's All American Guys? WHAT THE FUCK! They make me feel like I need to workout more. What the fuck. Ok. I'm off -- to the gym. I have a better man-line to sculpt. Check these out.



Fagalicious, THANKS for rubbing this in our face.

Why does it take me 2mins to cum to this video?

BelAmi, BelAmi, BelAmi. Oh how we LOVE the BelAmi boys. Be it a solo, 1:1 or massive orgy like this one, we can't get enough. Where the fuck does film director, George Duroy, find these hotties?? Huh????

Though this video came out 2 weeks ago, it's taken forever to go viral on the net. Since that time, I've watched it at least 2x/day on BelAmionline. And all it takes for me to cum is watching it... from the second the guys start fooling around, till the clip ends. I'm trying to NOT hookup, so... this has become my masturbatory remedy.

After watching, take the poll below. Did you jerk/rub one out too?







**For all you cummers, NIIIIIIIICE!

When do we finally learn from our mistakes? Or are we bound to repeat history?

In Taken In Hand- Part 2, HH of Yet Another Gay Sex Blog (which is actually more than just another gay sex blog) re-discovers and re-encounters something we all (at various stages in our lives) fall back on. HH writes:

"Having written about this encounter, I see that I'm falling back into old patterns again, like I did with Mr. Silver. Again, I denied myself gratification in favour of his (he came three times, I didn't cum once) and consequently I found myself in the situation where MG thought more could develop from our meetings than I wanted. The old adage is true: learn from your past mistakes or you are doomed to repeat them."

So, our questions to you are:

Do you periodically fall back on old patterns? In relationships, do you find history repeating itself? Have you ever stopped to ask yourself WHY this happens (more often than not)? Do you find yourself repeatedly falling for the same kind of bloke... or always being the same kind of lover? Are you the kind that submits and always "gives gives gives" at the expense of placing yourSELF on the back burner? Or, are you the alpha-male kind that "takes takes takes" just because you can?

Were you single for a while... and suddenly found/find yourself in an amazing relationship? Is it the kind of relationship that you can see yourself in a "till death do us part" scenario? Are things going soooo well that it truly is bliss?

Then, why are you still hooking up with your old fuck buddies? Why do you reply to their messages when they text you? And why do YOU encourage and foster the fucking relationships when you're trying to employ monogamy? Are you tempted and seduced by the thrill? By living on the so-called "edge"? By the "bad boy/boy-toy/whore/slut/promiscuous" persona you get to project through online hookups? By the fact that guys want you (even though you're in a committed relationship)?

During that single period, was your self-esteem sooo low that "attention" from a fuck buddy made you feel wanted? Or, is it all about "the secrets" that you hide? About the fantasies we create and bring to life? Or is it that you're addicted... to dick and cock, to ass, to sex? Or, is it not as simple as an answer to any one of these questions; but rather, a complex mix of answers to all these questions?

Con dos manos

When you're trying sooooo hard to NOT hookup... and rather, stay faithful... one resorts to using ones hand. When you REALLY have to blow a load, you resort to two hands. You see, Webgay is one of our fans. And he posted this video. And it's hot. The guy in it? Flaming hot. Soooooo our type. Reminds me of My Man. Are we allowed to say that we'd suck him any day, ANYwhere, ANY time?!

The Key To a Successful Relationship: "Milk Your Man!"

Hmmmm... another important secret to a successful relationship >> Milk your man! I have to admit that sex with My Man hasn't been all that hot lately. No biggie. It's the nature of relationships. They ebb and flow, wax and wane. When he wants it, I don't (because I'm either not feeling it or I've gotten it elsewhere). When I want it, he doesn't... and on one occasion, fell asleep. I shouldn't be harsh, because I've fallen asleep on him on more than one occasion.

Anyway, in a relationship, you are both each others' whores. Listen to what Mr. Savage has to say. He kinda has it right. Being someone else' whore. What an awesome responsibility. It's a HUUUGE responsibility. Over the years, I've been a whore for all my fuck buddies... and continue to be... for the token few.*





*But more than anything, I have to... I NEED to be a better whore for my boyfriend. I need to do a better job at NOT hooking-up with these other guys... and figure out how to mesh those "fuck buddy-esque" experiences into our current sex life. Is it possible to bring fuck buddy scenes and experiences into the bedroom with the one you adore and love? Is it possible to spice-up one's love life with the slutball-type things one does "on the side"?

The Truth About Bubble Baths

If you're in a relationship, listen up! This is one sure fire way to keep the flame alive. My bf and I do this on the regular. Candle lit bubble baths. Yup! At least once every 6-8 weeks. Soothing, relaxing and a great way to take time out to enjoy each others' company, laughs, smiles, caresses, love, silence and the sound of water slurping... without all the noise of life.

Sorry I couldn't film My Man and I soaking in Himalayan rock salts and bubbles, but I figured this flick would be a good substitute. In this 4 minute piece, Kye Edan finds his new boy-toy >> 21 year old marine, Tony Salvatore. Kye plans and starts the evening with a candle lit bubble bath and a cocktail. Kye and Tonys' passion for each other is evident as they both take turns fucking each other with unwrapped cocks. Mind you, this is Tony's first time dipping into boy butt.



P.S. -- So if you could see the end of this video, this is what you'd see >>

While Tony is getting it doggy style, he notices the cameraman's growing-bulging crotch. Of course, the horny bastard goes "off-script" by reaching out and touching someone (or something!). Pulling out Cameraman's thick dick, Tony starts sucking and slurping. Horny toad! But it's far from over at this point. Sucking just doesn't do it for Tony, so his horny self has to take on a second cock... so he backs his hungry hole onto Cameraman's cock for more bareback action. In turn, Cameraman shoots his load and smears it all over Tony's boy butt. After, Kye and Tony continue from where they leave off... to fuck until they blow their loads. A photo montage ends the scene.

Cueca Funk

Massage 101

So this entry continues in our NEW "Massage 101" series.

But before you view the videos below, I want to tell you about this one buddy. Yes, yet another. Well, I probably wont blog about him much, but I'll give you these details:

The fact is, he lives in NYC. In Chelsea. Not too far from my place there. West side. We met a year ago. Before I had a boyfriend. And now that I have a boyfriend... well... read on.

He also has a boyfriend. Yeah, he does. They've been together for some 3-4 years. How are things between them? Well, in terms of "the relationship", everything looks fine and seems fine. Their sex life? SUCKS! Yeah. If you ask him, he'll tell you that it's "just non-existant these days." And for that, I feel for this guy.

The boyfriend? An investment banker. And he works teh usual crazy long-ass hours. The fucker just happens to be lucky (I guess) for working for Goldman Sachs. Like I said, the (Wall Street) fucker!

So y'all know that NYC is home for me... but so is DC... I'm back and forth weekly. In the beginning, the round-trip trips were arduous >> but I'm used to it now.

So... back to my Fleshlight Buddy in Chelsea (FBC). We've been meeting in-so-far as to chat. To talk. At the Starbucks down the street. It's relaxed. He's cool. We're like "Secret Friends". We talk about life with boyfriends. He's in real estate. The housing and residential markets are tough right now, but he's trying... trying to move a slew of downtown properties listed at rock bottom NYC prices.

FBC is hot. 6'0", grey eyes, about 165lbs. Toned, muscular, blonde and like I said, he's one of those guys you see at Wholefoods and follow with your shopping cart. He's one of those guys who you follow with inadvertant glances at the gym. Yeah, yummy!

Have we had sex? No.
Have we kissed? No.
Have we laid in bed together? No.
Have we touched each other? Yes.
On the couch in front of the TV? Yes.
With porn on? No.

Instead, we start by watching our reflections on the TV screen, go deep into our minds to initate individual hardons (because we are too nervous to touch one another)... and begin by working-up a good sweat.

You see, FBC and I are only supposed to be jerking-off together. Going back to our comments on "relationships" and our roles within varying relationships...

... trust me, FBC totally wants to go doggy style for me and I soooo want to bend him over.... BUT... this relationship is not there yet. Why? Because FBC isn't ready for that, yet. He fears the guilt. The guilt of cheating on his boyfriend. After all, he's been 101% faithful.

So, I play my role... and provide that space where he can get off with another guy (kinda like the boys from Fratpad).... without feeling guilty of cheating on his boyfriend.

So yeah, y'all know that I HATE jacking-off... I prefer the real deal... BUT, with FBC, it's fun... because of this cerebral/psychological aspect... where he is battling "to cheat or not to cheat". I find it facsinating... watching him go back and forth... exploring his take of life, love, sex and relationships.

Mentally, I have been where he is now. So, I allow him to define the boundaries of what he is willing to do, and not do. I also play my role in just being me... and letting him know that we are all human and humane. That we all have needs, wants and desires. And that things aren't as taboo or as black and white as we make them out to be. So in that spirit, we are both soundboards for one another. He pulls me in... retracts me to consider and reexamine my own "open and explorative" ways...

... and I, offer this window into exploring and bebunking "traditions". And that (my friends) is the unique "relationship" I have with FBC.

But yeah, we haven't fucked. And I'm serious. We haven't. Scout's honor. But like I've already said, we have jerked off together. With our Fleshjacks/Fleshlights. He was afraid to order one and have it arrive at the front desk with the concierge. So, he asked, and I offered. God forbid his boyfriend see or find it. So yeah, it came to me, and he came to pick it up. But before heading home to start dinner for his beau, we rubbed one out (each) with our new toys.

Has FBC sucked me before?
Yes.
Have I sucked his thick 8 incher?
Come on! That was a stupid no-brainer of a question!

Ok. That's all. Enjoy the videos below.

Buying This Strict Leather Chastity Belt

Hmmm.... we saw this strict leather chastity belt on A4A's online store. Hot, no? We might order it. Maybe for next week's CODEDC party on November 7th at EFN Lounge? If I order it today, I'll still have 6 days. That's enough time to ensure timely delivery.

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