Archive | 07.01.2010
- Balls Through The Wall At Sin City
I don't know what was so appealing about the entire experience. The anonymity of it? The smell of piss? The aroma of cum? The scent of mansweat, cocks, balls, armpits and asses? Perhaps the subtle movement of a strange hand across my ass, chest or expanding crotch? The stickiness of the concrete floor? That unspoken need and desire expressed in the eyes of men shuffling up and down the aisles shopping for a possible fuck, suck or stroking? The fear, or excitement, of possibly getting caught?
Something ... more
- Bench for Sale, Sex for Free
I turned 30 without any fanfare or party. Just a friendly night of lovemaking with my (now) ex-girlfriend. The weekend after was depressing, but I got through it by clearing out my garage and storage shed.
One thing I found was an old weight bench, nothing fancy, just one of those K-Mart kits from the mid-80's with basic square pads on the bench and only adjustments for the leg weights. Two boxes of dumbbells had collected enough dust to lose their distinction, but when I took the bells out they ... more