A Few Character Updates

I have a 50% completed post about my hookup tonight that I wanted to finish before bed, but I'm too tired to keep writing it. It'll be about Pissfucker, so if you like reading about him I think you'll enjoy the post. ;-)

I figured it would be interesting to update my readers on some of the characters who have appeared in this blog. I haven't done a very good job of keeping up with them...part of it is to protect my identity, part of it is being lazy, and part of it is my feeling like the intimate details of our relationships after the first hookup aren't terribly interesting. Maybe I'll do a better job with it next year...

Anyway, let's do it.

Pornboy: I'm not sure if I told you all that Pornboy resurfaced, but around six weeks ago he did. I haven't written about him again because he found himself a boyfriend and is no longer able or interested in having sex with me. I only talked to him twice (he IMed me on AIM first both times)...his Adam4Adam account has never reappeared and I never see him signed onto AIM. If Pornboy ever breaks up with his boyfriend he might reappear, but for now he's gone for good.

Cruiseboy: I last wrote that Cruiseboy and I were having issues because I think he started developing feelings for me that went beyond sex. We became good friends and started hanging out in addition to fucking every so often...and he moved into kissing and getting fucked. Unfortunately it seems like all of that was too much. It's been a long time since I talked to Cruiseboy...we haven't been hooking up. It's fair to say that we "broke up" for now. I like to think I'm a pretty awesome guy, so I don't see why anyone should be freaking out because they like spending time with me...but Cruiseboy has to figure all of that out on his own. When he decides that he's alright with liking a guy I fully expect my phone to ring.

Straightboy: I've said this before but people still ask, so let me repeat that Straightboy and I have had no contact for more than a year now (closer to 1.5 years, actually) and I don't expect to have contact with him in the future. Honestly I don't even know if he lives here anymore or if he graduated...we were never friends on Facebook or anything. To repeat the issue, he got mad when I refused to hook up with him one night...he was high on some drug and wouldn't stop texting me at like 6:00 AM. I told him to fuck off and never heard from him ever again. Whoops? lol

Partyboy and Emoboy: Unfortunately, I haven't had the chance to see either of these boys at parties since I wrote about them. With Christmas coming, that means Christmas parties...who knows, I might yet get lucky. ;-) I think Partyboy may have graduated, but I'm pretty sure Emoboy is a good friend of some people who I've been hanging out with a lot more in the past couple months. I think I have a serious shot of getting his dick again for Christmas or New Year's...we'll see what happens!

Pissfucker: Pissfucker is probably my best fuckbuddy right now. We hook up a lot...whenever he's horny, whenever I'm horny, and we fuck like rabbits when we get together. You're going to see a lot more of Pissfucker next year.

Dormboy: I stopped writing about Dormboy a long time ago because our relationship got really crazy and dramatic. It's been that way off and on ever since I stopped writing about him. We still have sex every now and then and he still likes me more than he should and more than I can return, but lately he's been trying to work through his issues and our friendship has been better than at any other time in the past few months. I may start writing about Dormboy again next year if we can keep the status quo up...I just don't think our sex is that exciting.

Dormboy's Roommate: Nothing ever happened again after I wrote about our last encounter. Dormboy moved out of the dorm soon after we had our fun, and as soon as he was gone the thrill of hooking up with this guy was pretty dead too. I didn't really have any desire anymore...and honestly I just didn't think he was as cute as he was when Dormboy was still living right next to him. Unless he suddenly gets really hot or really slutty, Dormboy's Roommate won't be fucking my hole again.

Textboy: Textboy and I have hooked up more than the time I wrote about. I decided to write up our experience the other night because it was particularly hot...if we have another particular hot experience you can count on me to write that up as well. Since Textboy lives so close to me, I'm going to work on being better friends with him, and hopefully that will mean we can hook up more often than we have in the past. I think he might be interested in threesomes more than most of the guys I get with, so that would be a fun thing to explore if I ever get the courage to bring it up with him. Let's hope I do!

I think I'll end it there since I've covered the most "important" characters who I've named in the blog. I realize that I trended toward not using nicknames recently...I'm going to try to reverse that next year. I think the blog is more fun when you can follow what specific people I'm fucking!

Ok, time for me to pass out. Look forward to my new post about Pissfucker tomorrow. :)

Partyboy part 2

Sorry for the day of delay, I had to fill a cute boy's ass. ;-) I was bored tonight though and had time to write, so here's the second part of my last post, "Trick from a Party."

There aren't many reasons you jump into bed with a hot boy, but it all started off pretty innocently. We didn't strip our clothes off instantly or start grabbing cock as soon as we were down. Instead Partyboy and I just made out laying down, our tongues exploring our mouths vigorously. I know it's because we were drunk, but he still tasted really good to me...I couldn't even tell he was a smoker.

We kept it simple and sweet for awhile, just kissing and feeling each other in the dark. He made the first move further, sliding my hand to his cock. I could feel that he was rock hard, and once I got a feel I had to have more. We kept kissing as my hand slipped beneath his jeans, cupping his dick in a pair of briefs or boxers.

Partyboy moaned softly, taking my arm and guiding it beneath his underwear. I felt his cock, long and kind of thin, but rock hard. I jerked it with my hand for a minute, our tongues still gliding against each other. I slipped my hand down lower, to his balls and then to the area right above his hole. He started moaning more forcefully, taking my hand again and pushing it lower. I touched the cheeks of his ass, eliciting some very soft, sweet moans, and traced my finger around his hole, which got him even more aroused. It was evident this boy loved to bottom, and that wouldn't be a problem at all.

I removed my hand and Partyboy took his turn, sliding his arm into my underwear. He felt my cock and seemed impressed by its size...the lusty look on his face suggested he had a pretty guide idea of where he wanted it. We were still making out, forcefully but sweetly at the same time.

That wouldn't be true for much longer. We both knew what we wanted, and now it was time to get it. He moved to take my pants off and got no objections. I followed suit, pulling off his jeans and underwear with one movement, and in just a few moments both of us were completely naked. It was dark, so I can't really provide a good naked description, but I could feel that he had a flat stomach and some definition.

I sucked him first, positioning myself between his legs after a final round of sucking face. Partyboy's pubes were trimmed well, very short and neat. The upper parts of his legs and his stomach felt smooth, nothing but a short hair here and there, suggesting he did a lot of grooming. On him it was hot, and especially hot when I was feeling my alcohol.

I licked the head of his cock, taking the shaft into my mouth. It was probably 6.5 inches long and close to average thickness, leaking a very sweet trail of precum that I happily devoured. He moaned and groaned energetically while I worked his cock, his whole body shifting around with the pressure from my mouth. After a few minutes of hot head I pulled off and we switched places, Partyboy getting between my legs.

He did a decent job on my cock, which was rock hard and aching for release, though I get hit with teeth a few times. I started thinking he might have had a little more to drink than I did...maybe his cock wasn't even all the way hard when I'd sucked him. It still felt good, though, so I didn't complain.

"Want me to fuck you?" I whispered while he bobbed up and down on my shaft.

He lifted his mouth off, a happy look in his eyes. "Can you? You want to?"

"I really want to be inside you." Yeah, I said something like that. Don't laugh...it was true.

He moved and we switched places, back to him laying on his back. I lifted his legs and there was his hole, shaved smooth. He was sweating, which got me hotter...I liked that he was already this worked up. He looked clean, so I stuck my face into his ass. I could tell he hadn't showered for a few hours, but that wasn't a bad thing--his ass just smelled hot. I could have shoved my cock inside him right then, but I managed to hold off and get a taste. I licked pretty sloppily around his hole and then inside, Partyboy groaning softly from the head of the bed, working his dick with his hand.

It didn't take much rimming to get his ass wet enough for my cock. I wasn't going to search the room for lube, so I just spit on my dick without saying a word and worked it on. Partyboy eyed me with excitement and didn't complain, just jerking his cock harder. If we'd gotten this far there's no way he was going to object to fucking bare, which got my dick even harder.

I lined up with his hole and started sliding inside. He was really easy, totally loose and obviously a skilled bottom boy. It felt like a perfect fit.

I could really feel my buzz now, the room looking a little hazy and my blood pumping hard throughout my body. His ass felt incredible. I was all the way inside with no effort whatsoever, so I fucked him like mad, all 8 hot inches of my cock slicing through his butt in furious strokes. Partyboy moaned like a hot bitch in heat who was having the time of his life. The alcohol was helping, obviously, but it was still a great fuck for both of us.

I probably only fucked him for 5 minutes, but it felt like 20 because of all the vodka. I didn't bother trying to slow down...I just gave him everything I had, tearing his ass up and making him beg me to fuck him harder. There was no way I could keep the action up for long.

"I'm closed," I moaned, pumping my big bare cock into his ass.

"Cum for me," he answered intently, his hand returning to his cock and jerking it hard.

I expected him to ask me not to cum in his ass. If he asked I wouldn't do it--I don't believe in pulling that kind of shit. I kept fucking, pounding his hot hole and getting closer and closer to cumming. I felt sober now, on top of the world pounding this hot boy's ass.

Then the orgasm hit, an amazing wave of energy shooting through my body.

"I'm gonna cum!" I warned, still jamming my dick in and out of Partyboy's open ass.

He didn't say anything. He just maintained his position, legs held high and hand working his dick.

The cum started to fly, rope after rope of boy jizz flooding his hole. He moaned with me while I came, his moans matching mine, his eyes fixed on mine until I closed them and collapsed on top of him, a sweaty but very satisfied mess.

We made out again, very gently and sweetly. He wanted to fuck my hole--fuck yes. We traded places, my body laying on a comforter drenched with our sweat. I lifted my legs and he scooted right in, sliding his dick against my hole and kissing me again. Partyboy didn't eat me out, instead just working some spit into me with a finger and then onto his cock.

He pushed in slowly until he hit bottom. It didn't feel like his cock was all the way hard, but he made it into my hole without a problem. His lips found mine and we swapped tongues again for a minute, his cock starting to slowly work in and out of my hole.

We stopped kissing and he pulled my legs in tighter, working my ass faster and harder with his dick. He was super quiet...the only sounds coming out of him were his breathing. Partyboy seemed to be in total concentration, pounding my ass with just an occasional glance at my face.

He worked up a good pattern and fucked me hard for just a few minutes before he started slowly down and working his dick in and out of me more carefully. We kissed and he started fucking me hard again, sliding in and out of my ass with ease. He didn't use enough spit, so there was a lot of friction, but I wasn't going to say anything--he was enjoying it for sure. After a few hard slams he yanked his cock back.

"Shit, I'm cumming," he complained. He obviously wasn't done, but as long as his load was in my hole I didn't really care...I was completely satisfied.

I pulled him close with my legs as I felt his load empty around me. He moaned and grunted really quietly as he shot, his cock probably worked only halfway into my hole.

"Yeah, fill me up," I encouraged. "That was so hot." I touch his head and ran it through his hair.

"Yeah," he panted. "Amazing. I'm glad I met you tonight."

He pulled his cock out and rolled over next to me. I got up and worked the comforter off, pulling him up by the hand and pointing him toward his clothes.

"Let's clean up at least," I suggested.

Partyboy looked exhausted, but he nodded and put on his boxers.

I did the same. We walked into the hallway and made it to the bathroom without incident. This one was basically off limits...it was the bathroom all the roommates used, not the one out in the living room/kitchen. I figured our host wouldn't mind. The party was still going on...it was really loud outside of the bedroom's isolation. I wondered who was still here and what was going on, but I wasn't going to bother trying to find out. Partyboy and I pissed and washed up, walking back to the room we'd had sex in. He jumped in the bed and I followed, pulling the comforter back. We were both out in just a few minutes.

I woke up the next morning to Partyboy cuddled up against me. It actually felt nice, so I didn't move. There were two other people sleeping in the room, one of them just on the bare floor--no pillow or blanket whatsoever. I felt bad for him...that was going to be one sucky hangover. I felt like drinking a gallon of water but otherwise I was fine.

Partyboy and I held each other a bit, kissing gently every so often for half an hour. We didn't stay long after we both woke up. He gave me a really promising kiss goodbye.

We added each other on Facebook and traded some messages online, but this one was just a one night stand. He said he wasn't interested in doing anything else, which always sucks to some extent, but we'd had a good time and there are plenty of other boys out there...

I've been to one party since this happened, but no action came out of that one. You never know, maybe Partyboy will need a cock the same time I need an ass at some point in the future. Or maybe I'll go for the cute one next time...or maybe someone completely new.

There aren't any parties on my horizon just yet, but one will pop up sooner or later. Hopefully I'll have another awesome time.

Trick from a Party

Note that I ran out of time to write and basically had to stop right before the real action of the story begins. I'm sorry, guys, but since it's getting so long I figured you would appreciate me splitting it into parts anyway. The second part will hopefully come tomorrow. ;-) Enjoy it! Also, "party" here has nothing to do with drugs. I just wanted to make that clear...the party in this story is a college party, not a sex party or a bunch of guys using drugs.

This story actually took place several weeks ago, but for some reason I've been putting off writing about it. I guess I just kept putting other stories I wanted to write ahead, and now I feel like it's now or never. I suppose I wasn't sure what to tell and where to start...I didn't want to set you guys up to think this would be more than it is. The party I went to gets a little wild (as they usually always do) but I only wind up having sex with one guy who was there. Now that I said that, don't expect too much to happen--no matter how it looks--but I'll tell you about the whole experience.

I'm not too involved with the gay scene in this town. I know a lot of gay guys, obviously, given my exploits, but I don't fuck all of them...some of them are actually my friends! I'm not interested in gay clubs or gay bars, so I don't see a whole lot of my gay friends, but every so often one of them will host a little party and spend days begging me to come.

The parties are never too exciting. though they're certainly better than wasting my time flirting with 20 guys in a club. Imagine a room full of gay boys, half of them hot and doable and the other half...well, good friend material. They spend most of their time bitching about everything, steadily drinking more and more, getting louder and bolder with each other. The one plus about a gay party is that no one expects a keg of beer to be sufficient--gay boys want liquor. They don't have a dollar to their names, but somehow the parties are always stocked with decent bottles of vodka and rum and a wide assortment of mixers.

I think that's enough background. Now we'll get to the real chronicle!

I showed up about 2 hours after the party was supposed to begin, so the host's apartment was already filled with loud gay boys.

"Hey RC!" the host greeted. He grabbed me by the hand and took me around the room, introducing me to the guys I didn't know. I probably knew about half of them, and I wasn't going to try and remember all the names, but I still greeted everyone warmly. When we hit the last couch full of boys, I recognized one who I'd fucked before. I've never written about this guy on the blog, but he didn't look as hot as he did when we'd had sex. He greeted me like it was the first time we'd ever met, something I didn't challenge--I really didn't care. I'd think this guy would be proud of having sex with me, but that's Ok...

The host got me a drink, producing a good bottle of vodka from the back of the freezer.

"You can have the good stuff," he said with a smile, pouring a couple of shots into a plastic cup and filling the rest of it with orange juice.

The fact that he wanted me was no secret. We'd been flirting with each other ever since we met, but nothing ever really happened. He was decently cute, about 24 years old and 5'10" tall. He was a little overweight, but not enough to make him fat or ugly. It actually worked on him...I'd have no problem pounding his ass if I wanted to go there with him.

A few other guys joined us near the dining area table and I chatted with all of them, making steady progress on my drink. It was gone after 10 minutes, my host pouring me another drink with the good vodka. He left me to greet some more newcomers, so I made my way into the living room and sat down next to two of the other gay boys who I like hanging out with.

We chatted for awhile. A game of beer pong started, with shots instead of beer (great way to not remember a night...) and gay boys who can barely throw. A bunch of people went out to the back patio to smoke, leaving the room a little empty.

"We need another game," one of my friends suggested.

"Let's play suck and blow!" someone else volunteered, a big grin on his face.

"What the fuck is that?" the guy standing next to him asked.

Everyone laughed. I knew what the game was, but it was obvious several of the others in earshot didn't.

"You pass a card around with your mouths. If you drop the card you have to kiss the guy."

Here's where the fun begins. The only purpose of suck and blow is to kiss guys...all it winds up being is dropped cards and making out, which is exactly what everyone wanted.

By now I'd finished my second drink. I was starting to feel the alcohol, so I got up to get another as the boys arranged some chairs and dragged people over to play. When I got back, everyone was fighting over where to stand. The boys all wanted to be next to the guys they thought were hot, which meant there was a lot of overlap and drunken disagreement. Eventually we had it figured out, which meant that the less pretty guys were standing around each other and the pretty guys were standing around other pretty guys they wanted. The hottie I wanted was on the end of a row, so I simply got next to him and made myself the end of the row. He smiled, so he didn't seem to mind! Another cue guy came over and did the same thing to me, but I had no objections.

We basically had two lines of gay boys in the living room and a race. Whichever line got its card to the end of the line and then back to the beginning again would win.

The game started. The first round was pretty clean, just a few drops of the card. Neither of my guys tried to drop it, so I didn't try either. Everyone tried to go quickly, but the other line of boys managed to get the card back to the front of the line first.

Everyone agreed that we needed a second round, and this one was slow as fuck. Almost everyone was dropping their card and locking lips. I was no exception...I kissed the hottie I wanted and the cute boy who stood next to me got his lips against mine too. This time our line won, and the game by now had accomplished it's purpose...several pairs of guys were making out.

The cutie put his hand on my ass, so I turned to face him. He was decently tall, maybe 6', so we weren't far apart in stature. He had on a really deep vneck, which I have to say I really hate. Nothing screams "I'm gay!" more than a triple deep vneck shirt. I don't think they look good...I can't understand why gay boys wear them. No offense if you like them--regular vnecks are certainly hot--but for me they're just too much. All of that said, I still chatted with him, and I didn't move his hands when he started feeling my body up.

We wound up in a chair, me sitting and him on top of me. He tasted like liquor and fruit juice--probably what he'd been drinking--but it wasn't bad. He stuffed his tongue into my mouth and I didn't fight. He was plenty cute...I wanted to be making out with him. We sucked face, kind of gently, but it was still hot. His mouth was really warm, and he was really light on top of me. We went for several minutes, lips and tongues working hard. My cock was hard, and I could feel his too...he started feeling mine in the jeans I was wearing.

"You're so hot," he whispered, grabbing my head. "You want to go somewhere?"

I kissed him and ran my hands up his body. I noticed several people were watching us intently, the looks on their faces varying from interested to excited to horrified. I really didn't care--this was standard fare at these parties, and we weren't the only guys in this position in the room right now. Someone snapped a few pictures, which pissed me off--by the end of the night I had them deleted--but for now I let it go.

"And do what?" I asked, responding to his initial query.

He felt my cock. "Fuck me?"

As much as I wanted to fuck the cute boy who was willing to take it right then, I decided it wasn't going to happen. We made out a little more, feeling each other up, but I wasn't going anywhere.

"Not tonight, man."

He sighed with disappointment and lifted off of me.

I got up and headed toward the closest guys I knew. They joked about the show we'd just put on, and I got the pics that had been taken deleted. They told me all about cute boy, that he was just visiting town and was hoping to move here eventually. Apparently he really liked one of the guys all of us knew and was really interested in having sex with him (he wasn't at the party). I excused myself to get another drink, which I did, and then I decided it was time to search for the hottie I'd had my eyes on earlier.

He wasn't inside, so I started to think that he might have left the party. I checked all the people smoking on the back patio and he wasn't out there either. Suddenly turning down the cute boy who was all over me and eager to get fucked seemed like it might not have been a great idea. I'd only held out because I thought I could do better!

I chugged down what was left of the drink and tossed it into the trash. I'd probably had 7 or 8 shots of vodka in the drinks, so I was feeling pretty good. Things were just starting to get a little hazy.

Now I noticed that people were moving in and out of the front door too. Maybe my hottie was out there...it was worth a look. I headed for the door and stepped out into the parking lot, searching.

There he was, across the parking lot, sitting on a car smoking a cigarette. I made my way over and he offered me a cigarette. I turned him down, but I got up on the car next to him anyway.

He was really hot. Great face, just a hint of gay...very strong and masculine. His hair was a dark blond color, but now I couldn't even tell if it was real or not. He had green eyes and was very thin. It looked like a natural thin, though. I didn't think he spent a lot of time at the gym or out running...he just had a naturally slender body.

He told me how he'd started smoking and that he really wanted to quit. Apparently the hot party boy was glad I turned him down--he said someone as hot as I was shouldn't be smoking anyway.

We kept flirting and wound up talking about his last boyfriend. He graduated and moved, leaving Partyboy in town to finish up his degree. He said he'd been screwing around a lot as a result. I didn't do anything special...I just acted like myself, even if I was a little drunk. He seemed to like me, steadily getting more comfortable and starting to give me a light touch here and there.

I wasn't surprised when we hit a wall of silence and stared at each other. He moved first, pressing his lips against mine. It was simple and sweet, repeated by a barrage of additional kisses. Within a minute our tongues were in the action, swirling around together. We made our in the parking lot for several minutes, just keeping it there and not taking it any further, but both of us were obviously turned on.

"Let's go back inside," Partyboy eventually suggested, jumping off the car and taking my hand. We walked back inside with our hands locked together. Now I realized how loud it was...there was no way we could have a quiet conversation like we'd had outside. Hopefully we wouldn't have to, though...I wanted him and I was pretty sure he wanted me. There wasn't anything left to talk about.

Partyboy wound up pulling me into the bathroom, locking the door behind us. We made out again, his 5'10" frame pressed against the wall. I could feel his cock, and there was no way he couldn't feel mine too.

As you can imagine, the bathroom wasn't a great place to be getting hot. People kept trying to open the door, some banging on it and others yelling to hurry up.

"We need to find a new place," I suggested.

"Yeah. Let me piss and we can get out of here."

He pulled his cock out. It wasn't all the way hard, so I couldn't tell much about it. He started pissing, so I pulled mine out and stood next to him in front of the toilet. I let my stream of piss go to...I hadn't been to the bathroom all night, so I had a ton stored up. He finished and washed his hands. I took an extra minute, but then I zipped up, washed my hands, and we headed out the door.

An angry queen muttered something about sex in the bathroom and took our place, slamming the door behind.

We needed a bed. I figured we were too drunk to go anywhere, so a quiet place to have sex would work too. A car would be a decent last resort.

I saw the host and approached with Partyboy. He was completely trashed, so I didn't hesitate to let him know what was up.

"Anywhere we can be alone?" I basically shouted.

He grinned, eyeing Partyboy. "Damn, RC! What was your name again?"

Partyboy told him, the host giving us both a big pat on the back.

"You can fuck in my bed if no one's in there. I won't mind at all!"

That made me picture him naked, jerking off in his sweat-soaked bed after the party had ended. It was a really hot image!

"Thanks, man!" I grabbed Partyboy's hand.

Our host gave me a quick kiss on the lips and smiled widely, returning to the conversation he was taking part in before we had interrupted.

We made our way to the bedrooms. There were 3, all of the doors closed. I actually wasn't sure which one belonged to which roommate, so I just picked a door. There were several guys asleep in a bed. It didn't look like they'd been having sex, they were just passed out.

I tried the second door and found it empty. It was the same for the third bedroom--empty. We had our pick, so I took a guess as to which one belonged to my friend the party host. Within moments Partyboy and I were tangled on the bed, trading tongues and pulling our clothes off...