Home-Wrecker Hell

Friday night I had something happen that I believed only happened in movies and wet dreams.  It was about 11:30 when I woke to my phone buzzing.  Now, I'm the kind of guy who answers text messages in my sleep, so when I first read the message I was convinced I was dreaming. 

Remember Eddie? The message was from him, and it said, “I'm outside. You awake?”

I think this is the modern day version of a guy throwing rocks at your bedroom window.

I really had no idea why he was at my house, but told him to give me a minute (as my mind woke up, I thought that he must want to talk about Dan, but still wanted to wipe the sleep out of my eyes and brush my teeth). 

I went quietly out the front door, not because I was worried about my parents catching me outside this late (my parents are pretty understanding about the whole “friend in need” scenario, which I don't use as an excuse very often - and maybe Eddie really was in need), but out of courtesy.  I'm not one to sneak out of the house (in fact, have never done so. Maybe I’m not so adventurous ;] ).

As soon as I closed the front door, he was there on the porch. The look in his eye was animalistic, and there was something about the way he was looking at me in the moonlight, that made me instantly horny.

“Hi,” he said, stepping into my personal space.  He leaned in and kissed me. “I’ve wanted to get you on your own since that night...”

“Aren’t you with Dan?” I asked.

“Not tonight,” he winked.

I don’t want to be a home wrecker... Nevermind.  Maybe I do. Maybe I should add that to my bucket list.  Maybe it was evil, or wrong, but I invited Eddie in anyway.

When we got to the bedroom and shut the door, we literally tore each other’s clothes off. My dick was already straight up and dripping as I fell do my knees and dived right onto his cock.  His dick hit the back of my throat way before my lips hit the base.  He really is a mouthful.

I buried my nose between Eddie’s leg and ball sack and took a deep breath while my tongue probed around and he moaned.  Eddie smelled fresh, just out of the shower, but you can never completely erase the smell of musk.

Suddenly, he picked me up and threw me onto the bed; I didn’t realize how strong he was.  He laid on top of me and ground his hard dick into my belly while ferociously kissing me, forcing his tongue down my throat just like he had the first time we had had sex.  Before I even knew what was happening my legs were over my head and something cold and wet hit my asshole, causing me to gasp.  Talented guy that Eddie, I hadn’t even noticed he was pulling out the lube.

Eddie

“I don’t want to bottom,” I said, not sure whether or not it was true.

“You don’t want to try with a master?”

“Your dick is too big.”

“Trust me.”

He flipped me over on my belly and spent a lot of time rubbing his hard dick between my ass cheeks.  I couldn’t believe how good it felt every time his head probed my hole.  He held me close and whispered dirty things into my ear, and made sure to press hard enough that my own dick rubbed against my bed sheets.

Eddie told me later that he knew I was ready when my ass started to follow the rhythm of his dick, pushing against his cock in anticipation. He was inside me before I could even protest.

“Oh my God!” I cried, probably a little too loudly considering that my parents were sleeping just down the hall.

“See, not so bad,” he said, and started rocking.

The rocking is what hurt; actually, it was the pulling out part of the rocking.  The insertion was fantastic, but it took me a while to get used to the removal part of the thrust. Every time he went to pull out I wanted nothing more than his dick to go back in – all the way in. I wanted him deep, tight, inside.

I had never thought of bottoming on my stomach, completely flat like we were, but it worked, especially after Eddie wiggled his hand between the bed and my hips, and started stroking my cock.  Even during the slight amount of pain, the pleasure that came from pushing my dick into his hand as he thrust into my ass was worth it.

What I think I looked like, LOL

My orgasm built to a place I couldn’t have imagined, and was intensified by Eddie’s penis against my prostate.  I felt it building forever – further than the point I would have spewed masturbating, further than the point I would have spewed had I been inside Eddie, to a point where I couldn’t help but grunt as the pleasure built and built.

I was a little surprised that my orgasm didn’t go flying across the room. It sort of just dribbled out (and I’m usually a pretty big shooter). As my muscled finally contracted and the sperm shot out, I felt the muscle contraction being blocked by Eddie’s monster cock – and the orgasm kept going! Contraction after blocked contraction. I must have had twenty muscle contractions, in time with Eddie’s superb thrusting, and was left with a giant pool of spunk underneath me.

Eddie pulled out, flipped me over, tore off the condom and finished on my stomach.  The hot streams covered me from my chest to my dick as he grunted and shook.

We laid together for a bit, breathing heavily, recovering. The thought hit me that there was way too much sperm covering me to clean up with a tube sock!  Instead, I just used the top sheet of my bed to clean up, and threw them all into a pile while Eddie dressed.

I walked him out, he kissed me goodnight, and went home to Dan.

And I went to sleep with a giant grin on my face thinking about how I would spend my time after I died and went to Homewrecker Hell; probably having sex with the other homewreckers.

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Rough Hands = No Masturbation

I had a good night last night.  The day may have started off badly, but it ended... well... that blog post is forthcoming.

But for the rest of this weekend I'll be sanding a deck, just like my dad threatened.  It sucks too... my hands hurt so much and are so dry from the sawdust that I doubt I'll even be able to use them to jack off.  So guys: what are your favorite sex toys? After today, I'm going to need one... a REALLY big one... or twelve...

Sexual Bucket List

I was thinking I should get on some sort of schedule... a weekly post that happens on Tuesdays or something,  but sex is so unpredictable.  If I'm getting laid once a week I consider that awesome, but what if it happens twice? Or not at all one week? Do I queue up my experiences by posting only once a week, maybe skip the most boring, or do I just post as it happens when it happens?

For now, I think I'll just post as life allows, and experiences happen.

Today, I'm sitting in history class thinking about bucket lists; specifically sexual bucket lists.  I realize some of these may be controversial, but here are my top 10:

1. I want to have sex in the school before I graduate. Locker room fantasy preferred.
2. I want to have sex in a swimming pool.
3. I want to have sex in a car.
4. I want to have sex outside... camping, or in the mountains.
5. I want to fool around with a straight guy (I realize some people find this homophobic. I look at it as   helping a brother out)
6. I want to have sex at the gym.
7. I want to be the one to deflower a virgin.
8. I want to get blown at a club, by a stranger, in some dark back ally.
9. I want to have sex with a bisexual dude and his girlfriend (as long as I don't have to fuck her).
10. I want to masturbate in a class, or somewhere in public.

Have you done any of these things? If so, I'd love to hear your story.  Comment below, email me, or message me on Google+.

Rapunzel Gets Some Nuts at the Homo-Depot

I understand how Rapunzel must have felt being trapped in her tower. And I understand what she must have felt like when she finally got out.  I grew up in a tower of religiosity and over-protectiveness, which resulted in a lot of misunderstanding and dishonesty.  My parents tightened their hold when  I told them I was gay, but they don’t know I have a prince of my own who makes my tower bearable… and that prince is sex.

On Thursday my dad made me go to the Home Depot with him to pick up some supplies for the deck.  He thinks it will be good for me to do something “manly” with him…  and anything that requires hard work or getting your hands dirty is his type of manly work.  My dad is a bit oblivious to gay people, so to him, a hardware store is about the straightest place in the world.  He doesn’t seem to realize just how many gay people go nut shopping, lol.  They don’t call it the Homo-Depot for nothing!

We were in the stain isle when a 20-something caught my eye.  We played the look-but-pretend-not-to-look game for a bit while my dad blabbed about how I was going to do nothing this weekend but sand the deck to prepare  for a new coat of varnish.

My resolution came to mind: no fear; every look to be acknowledged; no opportunity missed.

I clenched my stomach.  “Dad, I think I’ve gotta use the bathroom.”

“Huh, yeah. Whatever, Marc.  Just hurry up.”

And my heart started racing.

My brain was working overtime.  How would I get the 20-something's attention without alerting my dad? Should I skip over to the next isle and try to catch his eye? Were the shelves open enough to see through them? Shit, I hadn't planned this out.  How about maybe squeezing the dude's ass as I passed him, with the hopes that my dad wouldn't see? Maybe I could pretend to adjust myself while my back was to my dad? Or would that be too subtle?

My brain does that sometimes – it underestimates my power as a pheromone and hormone heightened  a 18-year-old boy.   Before I could even think of how I was going to get the guy's attention, he nodded to me, glanced at my dad, and then started following me.

When we got into the bathroom, the guy spoke. “Hey, I'm Chad.”

“I'm Marc,” I responded.

“You're cute, but look really young.  Was that your dad?”

“I turned 18 last week.  You interested in me, or him?”
Chad grinned, “What you wanna do?”

“Can I take a picture of your dick for my little black book?” I asked shyly – failing to mention that my “little black book” was this blog... online... and public, * wink *.

“Sure. Just no face shots,” Chad replied, unbelting his pants.

Then he did something unexpected; instead of dropping his pants, he pulled them out.

“You'll have to come over here,” he grinned. “That way I know no face pics, and I get to see yours too.”

Chad

As soon as I got close enough and took the picture, he grabbed for my dick through my pants.

“Do you kiss?” he asked.

“Sure,” I responded – and his lips hit mine.

We found the larger handicapped stall, and dropped our pants to our knees.

“Have you ever done anything like this before?” he asked as he turned the lock on the stall door.

“No. You?”

“Once, but I want to all the time. You're so damn hot.”

He took his shirt off while his dick hardened, then pulled me into his body.  He was so warm. I have fallen in love with the feel of two human bodies pressing together in lust.  It makes me feel so alive.

Something Chad did that I really enjoyed was that he held the back of my head while he kissed me with one hand, while jacking me off with the other.  I kept trying to pull him in closer to me, but then there was no room for our hands to work each other's cocks.

So we switched to grinding on each other for a while.  I was pushed up against the bathroom wall. Our precum was sufficient to wet our bellies enough to create the perfect dick slip-and-slide.

That was when the bathroom door opened.

“Hey Marc, you in here?”

Chad recoiled briefly, but then dropped to his knees.

“Yeah, Dad.  Almost done.  Give me a second will ya?”  It was hard to keep my voice from cracking as Chad's lips slipped over my penis.

And I wasn't lying . I was almost done.  All I needed was a few more seconds.  I exploded all over Chad's face. He sputtered a bit and said something like “God, give a guy some warning next time.”

“Sorry,” I scrambled as I pulled my pants up and grabbed my shirt from off the floor.  “I've gotta go, thanks!”

I realize it was a little selfish of me to just leave him there in the stall to finish himself, but luckily my dad had spooked him enough he didn't seem too disappointed.  He seemed pretty unhappy about me cumming all over his face too, but can you tell when a guy's about to cum? Seriously.

The drive home was a little quieter than usual, but if dad noticed he didn't say anything.

Have you had any hot impromptu or public encounters? Tell me about them in the comments, and send me your pictures, damnit!

I Lost My Virginity at a Porn and Brownie Party

Since this post is the story of my de-virgin-ing, it’s bound to be a bit long.

A porn and brownie party, I'm told, is a bit like a pleasure party. People get together and demo some adult toys, talk about sex, play games, and – in the case of porn and brownies – watch porn and eat brownies.  While pleasure parties are geared toward women, a porn and brownie party can involve any (or both) sexes and sexual orientations.

I helped to put together a porn and brownie party last weekend and, to be honest, I wasn't sure I was going to have sex.  I decided to invite three people, and the guys who hosted are a couple who invited 2 more.

I invited this guy from my swim team, Ryan (names have been changed to protect the innocent, rofl). He and I had fooled around before but nothing too serious (and since I wasn't 18 when that happened and am not sure of how legal it is to talk about on an 18+ blog, I guess I'll just say that we've been jerk off buddies throughout high school). I also invited Dan, who is a 22 year old college guy I've been hanging out with a bit, and his boyfriend Eddie, who is from Brazil (O-M-G).

To make a long story short and get to the good stuff, we all had dinner, made fun of some Hentai porn, played “Pick-the-Dick” where you match a guy's face to his junk, and got to know each other.

I think I sprung my first boner when Ryan pulled out his cock, but that was probably just a reaction of habit. We were watching a POVvideo with a blue-eyed guy with an accent (click the picture to preview the video - thanks for setting that up PornandBrownies.com guys...), and Ryan's excitement was contagious. We locked eyes while he stroked his thick dick, his blond hair falling carelessly across his forehead. I don't know why that image is seared into my memory from that night –but I'm glad it is: the cock, the hair, the hard horny gaze as he glanced down at the bulge in my pants.

But like I said, I wasn't sure I was going to have sex...until Eddie, who was sitting next to me watching the whole exchange between me and Ryan, put my hand down his pants. Holy... shit... that boy was hung. I think Eddie gets that reaction alot, because he had a knowing grin on his face in response to the surprise I must have had on my own.  It was that moment that my mind was made up.

The party hosts had set up a bedroom specifically for me...just in case.  I don't remember how we actually got there (my head was a little drunk with excitement), but it was really nice.  Crisp white sheets, billowy curtains, a bowl of condoms, and lube (which I liked so much I'll plug right here) – what more could a boy ask for!

Dan surprised me a bit. He looks like such a pocket-homo/twink with his clothes on, but off, he had a very thick treasure trail and a bush that would make excellent work for an arborist, so that was a bit disheartening. Eddie must have felt the same way, because he almost immediately dropped to his knees and started sucking me – and he had a voracious appetite.

Again, without going into too much detail, I've had lips on my dick a time or two before – Ryan's lips, actually. But Eddie has Brazilian lips... full, tight, strong, Brazilian lips... and no apologies. Ryan was good, probably as good as a high schooler could be, but Eddie acted with experience and purpose as his head bobbed up and down my shaft, sending waves of pleasure reverberating up my spine.

I wish I had words to explain exactly what Eddie's mouth felt like – but I'm sure everyone reading this can understand if you think about your best blowjob ever. It was warm, and wet, and soft, and hard, and I kept driving myself deeper and deeper until I was thrusting into the back ofhis throat.  He moaned a little but didn't pull back or protest (and the moaning just vibrated enough to make the experience even better! In fact, I'm pretty sure at this point I grabbed Eddie's head and held myself in as far as I could, past the back of his throat). His pillow lips remained tight at the base of my dick, my balls smashed into his chin.

I don't know how long I would have held him there, but I only let go because Ryan surprised my by pulling me from behind into his hard body.  In my ecstasy, I had almost forgotten other people were there. Ryan's lips brushed my ear, I could feel his rock hard cock trying to find it's way between my ass cheeks. It was wet andslick with precum.

Dan soon followed suit, writhing against me with his lips nibbling on my other ear, and Eddie finally came up for air. He kissed me. Hard. I thought maybe he was punishing me for sticking my dick too far down his throat by trying to do the same thing with his tongue.

“I've been wanting to fuck that virgin asshole for a while,”I heard someone say, although in the moment I wasn't sure who. In context, it would have had to have been Ryan.

I got a little nervous.

I had reached down to stroke Eddie's dick. It was the biggest dick I had ever seen.  “That's not going to fit,” I whispered, staring into his dark brown eyes.

“Don't worry,” he responded. “You can fuck me.”

Dan and Eddie proceeded to show me how, and I watched Dan take Eddie's cock with a bit of awe and amazement.  Ryan didn't let me pass the time idly.  We took turns sucking and jacking each other.

The things I learned from Eddie and Dan were pretty simple: Relax, use lots of lube, go slow at first, start with fingers, the more horny you are the better, and if you push out just a little it can help.

Putting a condom on when you are about to have sex for the first time is something a lot of people miss out on, or rush through. That is what one of the party hosts told me to really pay attention to your first time.  I get why people rush through it –throw it on – and bury it in, but I'm glad I got that piece of advice.  I found it so incredibly sensual when Ryan reached around me, and slowly unrolled a condom onto me.

Eddie had Dan face down on the bed, and stopped plowing his ass long enough to raise it and give me a devilish grin.  I got chided a bit for using too much lube too quickly, without warming it up (oops), but in my defense I was just too excited about burying my cock deep inside of Eddie.  I had already been in his throat.  I wanted to be in his ass!

The movie American Pie has it all wrong.  It doesn't feel like a warm apple pie.  It doesn't really feel like anything I could even describe.  It wasn't like gel, or like it feels when you stick your dick between the couch cushions, or even like masturbating with Crisco, butter, Vaseline, lube, oil, or soap.  As I slowly slipped my dick into Eddie's ass, it just felt... perfect. He moaned and winced, and pushed back against me and sighed.  I could feel when he tightened his abs, or his sphincter, or flexed, or wiggled.  Once I was all the way in he looked back at me with those brown eyes and that evil grin, and just asked, “You ready?”

I wasn't exactly sure what I was supposed to be ready for, but I really didn't care at this point. I think my response was something like, “Fuck yeah I'm ready.”

And then Eddie started fucking Dan again, and I was along for the ride.  All I felt like I could do was hold on for dear life.  Each time Eddie thrust into Dan I was bucked  ontop of them both, and each time he pulled out Eddie arched in just the perfect way to force my dick all the way into him.

As Eddie got faster, Ryan was there for me.  He held onto my upper body by wrapping one strong arm around me, while beating his meat with his other hand. I could feel his breath on my neck as he panted, “Please let me fuck you. God I want to fuck you.”

I won't lie – I wanted to see what it was like.  And while Ryan wasn't small in the penis department, he was smaller than Eddie, and Dan was taking Eddie like a champ; and he was smaller than me, and Eddie was taking me like a champ...

“You should let him in on this,” Eddie interrupted, reading my thoughts. “It's everyone's dream to be in the middle, and you should experience what it's like to fuck, and be fucked for your first time.”

Eddie shifted, and my cock popped out of him.  “You can come back in when there's a cock up your ass,” he chuckled.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t do it.  Ryan was trying to be careful, but he was in too big of a hurry, and I was too nervous or excited. It hurt, and I just couldn’t relax enough to let him all the way inside.  Eddie and Dan tried to give me pointers and help, but in order to not ruin the experience (or me on bottoming for life) we gave up pretty quickly.

Eddie was kind enough to let me back in anyway. Dan got on all fours so he could suck on Ryan while Eddie fucked him and I fucked Eddie.  Since there was no Ryan behind me to help me stay balanced I reached around Eddie and found Dan’s dick to hold onto.  It felt thicker in my hand than I had originally noticed, and with all of the lube/precum/whatever flying around my hands slipped easily up and down the shaft. Dan moaned with every stroke and thrust.

Ryan found his rhythm in Dan’s mouth and came first. I loved watching his muscles tense and his face contort while he tried to say “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”   As soon as his load hit Dan’s face I felt his dick explode under my hand.  Hot thick cum sprayed the bed, my hands, and Ryan’s legs. 

That set off Eddie, and it wasn’t long before I understood why.  His ass tightened around my dick as he neared completion and he started yelling “I’m gunna come in your ass, Dan.  Come on, Marc. Cum with me!”

I’m not sure of the exact timing, but I could feel Eddie’s muscles tighten on my cock with each spirt of his orgasm, which caused mine to rise up within me faster than I thought.  I pumped hard and fast as he cried out in pleasure and emptied my balls with a grunt of my own.

We all collapsed into one big heap, the smell of sweat, sex, and semen is something I hope I’ll never forget.

My first time wasn’t perfect (is anyones?), and was full of trial and error, but how many people can say they lost their virginity in a foursome, at a porn and brownie party?

Hi! I Have A Boner

Hi, I'm Marc, and I have a boner. It's not my fault, really. I'm just overly excited about this blog and what it finally means. Last week was my 18th birthday (April 9th – a week to the day), and I've been planning for almost a year now what this would mean for me.

I grew up in a very religious home, but I've been attracted to men for as long as I can remember. I know, I know, same old story, and I'm sure there are a million other blogs and a million other people who have experienced the same thing I have. The difference, I think, is that for a year I've been planing my sexual freedom and I've made some decisions about what the number 18 will mean for me.

See, I'm not going to blog about my sorry life up to this point, about how I hadn't had sex until last weekend, or about the years and years of masturbating and trying to hide the towels and stained sheets from my mother, who undoubtedly went to our religious leaders over the salvation of my soul every time she found a crusty tube sock. Instead, I'm going to blog about my decision to have sex. Lots of sex. Sex anywhere and everywhere I can get it.

I've talked to a lot of older gay men who wished they had sex in their high school locker rooms, or with their college roommates. They were so far in the closet at 18 that they missed out on all the opportunities to peak at dick at the gym – and they have regrets. That won't be me. My goal is to take every desirous look, every wanton glance (thanks, Mormon church, for teaching me the definition of “wanton”), and every curious guy as an opportunity to get laid.

And I'll let all you stupid fuckers who screwed up your own lives, or are still screwing up your lives with feelings of guilt and shame, live through my experiences (and thank you, by the way, for fighting so hard for gay rights. I do understand that it is because of you that I can even start a blog like this. So I hope it brings you some sort of satisfaction).

But before I tell you about losing my virginity, I'm going to plug safe sex and sex education. See, I have a sponsor. The guys over at Porn and Brownies have been helping me out, talking to me about the best way to do this blog, keep myself safe, etc. They're also helping me out with college in exchange for the occasional plug, so go sign up. I actually lost my virginity at a Porn and Brownie party – and while some people may see that as sad because it wasn't with “my first love” or with “someone special” I'll remind them that while I do hope for a “relationship” some day – I'm 18-fucking-years-old. And I've been repressed, saving myself for my 18th birthday, planning exactly how I wanted to do this. So give me some credit, and cut the shit – you all wish you lost your virginity to three hotter, experienced gay men while eating brownies and watching porn.

My dick is throbbing just thinking about it. I'd better go take care of that.

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