Do you remember the first time? How you unzipped their pants? Feasting your eyes upon the first erection you personally caused someone. It was the only dick that you ever played with at that point, besides your own. Your very first dick! Once explored, it was the best dick ever! It was the right shape, color, taste, and size. It was just absolutely perfect in every way. You worshiped it as the best, and you had nothing else to compare it to at that point.
So when in our sexual escapades did we become so damn picky? Read the rest of this entry
In my questioning of whether or not I am a size queen, I came to the realization that not all bigger, fat, chubby, chunky, husky, or any other synonym we use to call people “Bigger than life,” so to speak, are the same. So please, allow me to clarify what I categorize as a sexy “fat guy.” Read the rest of this entry
What the fuck is a size queen and why should I care? Being a gay man is already in and of itself a difficult personal acceptance issue, let alone now having to decide what sub-culture of the gay community I’m a part of.
Now I have to admit to my friends that I like fat guys. Does this qualify as being a size queen? Or is it all about how “hung” homeboy is? Frankly, I have my own personal opinion about what it means to me and why you SHOULD care. Read the rest of this entry
She had seen him at the last party just a few weeks earlier. He had tried to catch her eyes a few times but each time she dismissed his gaze. Even going so far as to dance near her with another woman. He looked barely old enough to be in the club, and in her 30s she had no time for boys. Read the rest of this entry
Well first and foremost, I must admit I’m a super kinky, super lusty animal with surreal abilities. This is mostly due to the fact of how open minded and erotic I can be, or so I’ve been told.
I can remember my ex and I would go in for the kill a la kink mode.
You name it. We did it. Read the rest of this entry
I met this one guy through a mutual friend at a lounge in the city. We began to speak at the bar about mundane things, until one line I said caught his interest. I spoke about a popular gay club and how I was a frequent visitor with some friends. The conversation went quickly into that of sexual experiences and the usual question of “Bottom or top?” At this point I already knew where this was going, but was wondering if this guy was serious, considering his wife was sitting a few feet away from us. Read the rest of this entry
Reflected in his eyes,
softly strokes my hair,
lightly kisses my lips,
buries itself in the depths of my soul as it
worships my breast. Read the rest of this entry
I lay alone in what was once our bed. The pain ebbs and flows with the beat of my heart. He’s been gone six months and it feels like six minutes, I miss him with every pore of my body. How can I ever think of another man when I still smell him, still feel his hands on my body? We were perfect together; eating from each others plates, finishing each others sentences, loving each other completely and totally. Read the rest of this entry
One day I was at work cleaning up and getting ready to close the store when my friend Mikey called me and told me that his mother was out of town and that I should come over after work because he had a surprise for me.
So after work I took the train to his house and when I knocked on the door, he opened it with a HUGE smile on his face and I’m was like “What are you smiling about?” and he said “Well our present is in the living room.” Read the rest of this entry
I was never into working out or worried about my looks during my college years. I can humbly say that guys always appreciated my looks and “el equipo” this good-looking Puerto Rican macho had to offer.
I joined the gym and in the process of learning how to use all the machines, Mr. Trainer came by and gave me a spot. With a very thick accent he said, “Are you Dominican?” I always get that BTW and I love it.
I replied, “No, I’m Puerto Rican.” “Nice, I was dying to see Latinos in this gym. I’m Brazilian,” he said. Read the rest of this entry