http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/ Founded in 1999, LPSG is an adult community that promotes diversity among its members. en Thu, 23 May 2013 01:55:57 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.lpsg.com/images/misc/rss.jpg http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/ http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/so-im-dealing-with-this-2492/ Wed, 21 Jan 2009 02:10:29 GMT I have to tell one of my friends that I'm gay.

The concept is so old to me since I've been out for at least five years now. It makes me kind of angry that I'm not doing a good enough job letting people know who I am.

Okay, I take that back. I don't live my life trying to convince people that I'm gay...that's tacky. I want people to like me for me. Here's my problem.

I think that my friend knows or suspects me of being gay, so he's trying to bait me. He keeps saying things waiting for me to counter him like, "your girlfriend this" or "fucking chicks that" and I have a strong feeling he knows my answer to those things is, "I'm not into that."

Whatever, I think I'll just handle it in time because I don't really care what he thinks.

I just want him to stop assuming I'm straight. ]]> yngjock20 http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/so-im-dealing-with-this-2492/ http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/the-sh%2At-that-passes-as-2091/ Fri, 28 Nov 2008 19:51:02 GMT Recently, I was checking out a blog that's dedicated to new avant garde artists; showcasing and interviewing them to give them exposure. I feel that art in general is becoming one of our most lost resources with the advent of such immediate vehicles like the internet. People's true talent can be easily trumped and forgotten about in a minute's time. It's great when artists get a steady forum to showcase themselves.
That being said, I was quite shocked at what is being classified as "art" by this website.
Many of the "artists" (and I use the term losely) were nothing more than coked up kids copying the same boundary pushing art that turned them on instead of finding different ways to make statements. I mean how many pictures of naked waif-like boys in half-filled bathtubs can be considered fresh and unique?

The shock-art of Ryan McGinnely and Slava Mogutin has been around and is now almost mainstream. Addicted youth acting out their insane lives in front of an 8mm is the theme of some of your favorite ad campaigns. Last month's issue of DETAILS showed a glistening male model tied down to a chair S&M style with a bunch of high-end accessories under the title "Are You a Fashion Victim?" Beyonce's latest video starts out with a twenty second dialogue a'la 90's Calvin Klein and of course Terry Richardson and Jurgen Teller are the kings of fashion editorials pining for the carefree slum-days in 90's SOHO. Art is definitely succumbing to the dollar faster than it ever has before. I stress that this train of though is already existant and the repetition of such can't truly be considered real thought provoking art as much as it's "hipster porn."

I'm as upset as this rant sounds, seriously. Vintage porn mache'd onto a Care Bears lamp isn't really making any statement other than "Oh, I'm super fucking rad because I can plaster obscene shit onto my kid sister's bedroom furniture." Soon there's going to be someone who will sift through all of this melange of insufferable boundary pushing and shine a light of newness onto this scene. That day will be awesome. ]]> yngjock20 http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/the-sh%2At-that-passes-as-2091/ http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/people-who-think-theyre-right-2012/ Tue, 18 Nov 2008 00:10:18 GMT Sometimes we forget that yelling at walls won't make them fall, but we do it anyway.

It's just been my assessment from being on this site that some opinionated people only want to know their opinions. Trying to explain to them your opinion only makes them feel their's is the better of the two. It sometimes gets to a frustrating level because all you're seeking to do is be heard and the other person has headphones on.

The most exhausting thing is listening to the person turn the conversation into a personal attack when it started out being about something frivolous or non-threatening. Why does it have to go that far? If you can't handle someone having a different oppinion then maybe you need to find yourself a hole and a mirror and stay there.

So I'm making a commitment to myself that as of today, if I feel that I'm entering into a conversation with someone who just doesn't want to be unbiased, I'm ending it. No more fighting to get my point across because there's no way that will happen. It's better to save my time and energy on talking about big cocks. ]]> yngjock20 http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/people-who-think-theyre-right-2012/ http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/prison-bitch-1883/ Mon, 27 Oct 2008 23:04:51 GMT I went to a costume party last weekend as a prison bitch. It was basically the best costume at the party. It was also a social experiment for myself.

I'm not a traditionally "sexy" guy and I've always had conflicting issues about my body and what society says is attractive. So this year I decided to fuck the system and wear sexy-ish costumes for Halloween.

As I mentioned before, I went to a costume party as a prison bitch. I wore a cutoff prison jumpsuit and a tiny t-shirt. It was clearly the most revealing outfit any of my friends had ever seen me in and I got some...interesting comments.

"Oh. My. God. I LOOOVE your costume," was the most common comment.

"Wow, you have a nice body for a big guy" was another one I got a couple times.

"Didn't I fuck you in the pen before?" That was from some drunk paisano that I probably would have let fuck me if he wasn't drunk.

Mixed in there were the bitchy stares and some eye-rolls...but I was expecting those. You know how haters are (lol!) It was pretty much a positive move for my self-esteem.

I only have one more event left and I'm wearing a similarly revealing costume on All Hallow's. Short shorts and an afro. I hope it goes over as well as the other one did. ]]> yngjock20 http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/prison-bitch-1883/ http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/the-bad-touch-resolved-1833/ Sat, 18 Oct 2008 00:20:22 GMT Well, a while ago I told you all about the problem I had about my feelings towards one of my straight male friends. I told you that he'd been teasing me and leading me on and my resistance was wearing thin.

I don't have to resist anymore.

I hand't seen him for a while and was wondering what was going on so I got in touch with a mutual friend of ours who told me that he'd been kicked out of his place and he was gone. Just like that. He was hanging around one day and the next day he was gone.

While I should be quite relieved that this whole burden I'd givne myself is now removed, I'm more than upset because we'd built up such a friendship (despite my not-so hidden lust) that I would have expected at least some type of notification that he'd be leaving.

So, like I said before, I don't have to worry about not trying to get with him because it won't happen. Not anytime soon, anyway. ]]> yngjock20 http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/the-bad-touch-resolved-1833/ http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/who-cares-what-you-think-1832/ Sat, 18 Oct 2008 00:01:32 GMT I'm just gonna vent because it's not like that many people listen to me on here anyway.

There have been too many people spouting off politically since this election got rolling and, to be quite honest...I don't give a fuck about what you think anymore.

Every three seconds another politically charged post flies up into the air and of course since it's my choice to read it or not...I do. Three words in I'm ready to throw myself out of the ninth story window on an eight story building. The mud-slinging, socially unconcious rhetoric spit up makes me nauseous.

Who I'm voting for will only matter when I put my dot in the hole, so it's not like this is directed to any particular group. Both sides have radicals, but I'm tired of everyone speaking as if they could get up tomorrow and go lobby for health care reform in the senate.

YOU AREN'T A PUNDIT, PLEASE STOP ASSERTING YOURSELF LIKE ONE.

Sure, if you'd care to make statements based on fact about one candidate or the other in a civilized format, we'd all love to read it and understand your point of concern or support; however, when you mix up heresay and assinine ideals brought up by third, fourth and fifth parties as if it was printed by God YOU FAIL.

The worst part of this whole "Who do you think..." "Is _____ the right person for the job" questioning is that those who truly know they are unschooled in politics will be lead by your idiotic text. I'm not sure that's not on your agenda, but I'll say that having the blind leading the blind never gets to going in the right direction.

I'll stop there because I think I'm about to shit a blood clot I'm so pissed. Thanks for letting me share. ]]> yngjock20 http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/who-cares-what-you-think-1832/ http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/the-bad-touch-1578/ Sat, 30 Aug 2008 01:16:06 GMT Okay, so a little while ago I posted about a situation I was having with a straight friend of mine. I had decided to look the other way and ignore my feelings to try and straight-seduce... Okay, so a little while ago I posted about a situation I was having with a straight friend of mine.

I had decided to look the other way and ignore my feelings to try and straight-seduce him...but it's getting more and more difficult.

Yesterday, he was hanging out and apparently had just gotten out of the shower before came over. He smelled reeeaaalllllllyyyyy good. Like damn good. Also, he was wearing super baggy pants and hadn't put a belt on yet. While he was going to fix himself, he just casually let his pants drop to the floor so he was standing there in his boxers showing off in front of me. It was too much for me to handle; I literally boned up immediately. Tres emberassing.

Either he felt comfortable enough to do such a thing in front of me or he was doing it on purpose to get a reaction out of me. He's been doing those types of things more and more often. Mostly when he and I are alone. We have mutual friends and when they're around he's completely modest.

I would feel quite uncomfortable with his actions if I wasn't interested...but of course I am.

Like I mentioned before, he talks alot about his size and how much he enjoys sex, which he also knows is something that gets me hot...straight sex. I feel like he's totally doing this stuff on purpose now and that he wants me to make a move; however, I'm still nervous about it since the whole "ruin a perfectly good friendship if I'm just reading too deeply" thing.

Being the total saint that I am, I did egg him on a little later, telling him that I sometimes space out while staring at a guy's crotch and that I'd been caught a couple of times doing it. He says "I'd love to catch you staring at my crotch." The end. Nothing after that...I was totally shocked, turned on and conflicted.

Ugh. I guess I'm just going to have to stay tortured and conflicted until either he makes a move or I get bold enough to risk everything. ]]> yngjock20 http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/the-bad-touch-1578/ http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/funny-but-not-that-funny-1517/ Mon, 18 Aug 2008 18:06:16 GMT I have this straight guy friend and due to certain circumstances he hasn't been getting any lately. When I say lately, I mean in about three months...I know, "DAMN!!!" is what I said too.

Before I go any further, I just want to make this clear that I'm not asking wether he's gay or not or if it's gay for him to have sex with another guy or anything like that. I already know the answers to those questions and it has nothing to do with any of that.

back to the story. So anyway, he's the kind of guy who opens up more when he's "under the influence" let's say. We often have conversations about not getting laid (as I'm kind of in the same boat as him, only I've not gotten laid in a week)...and as I'm a sex addict, it's easy for me to swing any conversation back to sex.

Well, in these conversations, he's been getting very candid about asking me what I like to do when I have sex, and saying things like, "I don't care who I do it with anymore, I just want to feel 'sex.'" In my experience, these are things that guys say when they want to let you know that they're willing to give into you. The only problem is I wouldn't normally do anything with him...except now, I'm super horny and feel just about the same way he does.

Also, I'm friends with his dad who is the type of guy that if you cross him, you'd kill yourself before he gets to you...and no one messes with his son.

The thing is, I don't really want to cross that line, because I do see him pretty often and I don't want any awkwardness between us. I hate that feeling. The other thing is, he's not making the first move. As many gay guys who've been in this situation know, making the first move can either be a great thing, or lead to getting your ass kicked. This is no exception to that dichotomy.

Oh, did I mention that he's hung like a fucking bull? Yeah, there's that too.

I'm leaning towards doing the right thing and keeping my distance from that situation. ]]> yngjock20 http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/funny-but-not-that-funny-1517/ http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/rude-1463/ Thu, 07 Aug 2008 01:12:47 GMT I hate when people are catty when there's no reason to be. Someone stated an opinion, then I gave that person my opinion. They could have just taken it for what it was worth, but they had to prove to me that I was wrong.

Not only that, they saw fit to instruct me on how to be a better person...wrong move, buster. I replied to them that it was not their place to teach me how to be and that further correspondance wasn't needed; however they sought to add one more nail to the coffin.

It wasn't even about what was said in the final exchange, just the fact that it even happened that made me so upset. I asked, or suggested that I didn't wish to further interact with said member but having the last word made the person even more aggitated.

The biggest offense of them all was that this person felt like it was their place to tell me how to be when they don't even have real pictures of themselves posted? It's easier to judge a face when your's is hidden.

Thank god for the Ignore function. ]]> yngjock20 http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/rude-1463/ http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/the-microcosm-effect-1296/ Thu, 03 Jul 2008 18:06:31 GMT Disclaimer: I am not trying to sound "holier than thou" as I am completely on the other side of that, but I do believe what I wrote.

______________________________________

Being on this site for a while has made me realize that something is happening here. We are literally a small world trading knowledge and information with each other and creating our own history. This is a good and bad thing.

On the positive side, we have the overall acceptance of everyone for the most part (with the exception of spammers, fakers and trolls) regardless of age, sex, orientation or penis/bra size. We've created families and friendships that have grown outside the capacities of this internet site which is absolutely amazing.

News is reported on and responded to from almost every aspect of life. Republican, Democrat, Aetheist, Monotheist...what have you.

We've even had a civil war or two resulting in the extrication of a couple of known LPSG leaders.
We've advanced technologically and intelectually just like an actual society.

However, there are major downsides that are just as amazing.

Ideals on sexual identity and relations have had some confusing effects on those who question themselves and the validity of their true feelings.

In the end, you are the only one who can decide what works for you, but we've spoken of so many gray areas that some believe it's possible for you to be anything you want as long as you don't believe that you are that.

In reality, ducks cannot pretend to be sheep because they aren't sheep. Neither can a straight woman or man continuously engage in a gay relationship without losing the identity of "straight." There's no real loss of anything, really. It's more about accepting who you are. We're still hung up on titles even though many of us would rather there be no titles. This arguement exists mostly with men because men have a more difficult time with the acceptance of anything that isn't hetero; mostly because of the hundred years of identity building that was the 20th century.

We also have the relationship factor being toyed with in strange ways. Many ask questions of the ability to do certain things and still be considered "straight," or ask if straight men compromise themselves by doing a certain thing that might seem gay to most people, but isn't because they know who they are and they are still attracted to women. Again, I say that if you are attracted to women, then that's fine. If you are attracted to men, the same...you are bisexual. There's nothing wrong with being bisexual, it's the same thing as not having a sexual title because you like everyone. It's just the definition of not having a title.

The most disturbing of this is the lengths that people have gone through or desire to go through just to experience sex with someone who they consider straight. Drugging, duping, bribing, it's all crazy. The stories and threads that get posted where people's personal space and saftey is violated for a quick peek, touch or taste of sex is utterly rediculous. Of course, in the heat of the moment we know that rational thought gets pushed to the wayside, however, glamourizing such acts is quite dehumanizing. We read these stories and they fill our heads to the point where we think that it's possible to do and not get caught, or once won't hurt anything. That is seriously not the way to go.

If you desire someone who's masculine, there's nothing wrong with that; but there is something wrong with making someone who trusts you uncomfortable or upset over five to ten minutes of mediocre sex.

Let's start to move away from the insanity of doing such over the top things and keep ourselves upright. ]]> yngjock20 http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/the-microcosm-effect-1296/ http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/the-battle-with-showing-off-1247/ Wed, 25 Jun 2008 19:19:16 GMT I've been battling showing off for quite some time now. I even took pics to upload here...thankfully, they were too big and wouldn't upload. It gave me a second to think with my big head about it.

I'm just not totally sure I can do this and not regret it.

After all, I've been showing my face here on LPSG for two years already and there's that give and take about what parts do you show and what parts do you not show. Most people, if they show their face, won't show what's going on underneath...others (actually most people) will show their dongs or pussies and not show their face in fear of getting recognized.

I don't have a problem with showing who I am in here because I'm as open as a book with a clear cover. I'm just debating should I show everything off.

I dunno. ]]> yngjock20 http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/the-battle-with-showing-off-1247/ http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/the-bra-cars-arent-just-1157/ Wed, 04 Jun 2008 18:42:07 GMT Okay, so this was a recent happening that I've been trying my damndest not to share, but I just want to relive it constantly.


It was a couple of weeks ago and the Bra just wasn't very much fun. There were other people around, but none that I'd really wanted to have fun with.

I stayed on the vanilla side, but watched both movies on each side (remember, there's two different viewing areas). One guy I saw inside the kinky area was someone I'd tried to hook up with in the past and thought he was cute before, but was looking pretty haggard and not getting me hard. I declined any action with him just because I wasn't feeling him.

Bored out of my mind, I stared blankly at the straight porn going on in the straight side when the door swung open and in came this pretty stocky looking guy.

Once you open the door into the theater, you can decide on which side you want to be in before you sit down, which is good because sometimes you don't want to commit to a certain side from the jump.

Anyway, the guy was hispanic and pretty attractive. He moved to the kinky side first, but within seconds he'd come to the vanilla side where I was. At first he seemed a little stiff, so I didn't want to move to fast into feeling him out. I let him initiate any kind of action. Once he was settled, he started to rub his crotch, but with his leg crossed as to not really be visible with his jerking. I followed suit, except I didn't block him from seeing me rub my crotch. Soon, he let his leg down and started to rub himself more openly. I made the next step and unzipped my pants, revealing my underwear clad hardon and continued to grope myself. He did the same, except he wouldn't pull his hand from his crotch to show the goods. This is either one of two signs when you're cruising:

1.) He has a small dick and doesn't want you to stop and get uninterested.

or

2.) He has a huge dick and wants to wait until the right moment to whip it out.

Thankfully, the second was what actually happened. After looking over his shoulder a couple of times to see if anyone in the other side was trying to get a sneak peak, he pulled out his masterpiece.

It was an insanely thick piece of uncut meat. My expression on my face made him laugh to himself, and egged him on to show more of it to me.

"It gets bigger than this, y'know." He mentioned quietly as he gave me a show. I just stared, focused into his full glory. It was literally one of the biggest cocks I had seen in a while (I know I said that before, but this was seriously in the top 5). After a couple of swings and party tricks he did with his piece, he uttered the words I was dying to hear..."Y'wanna suck it?"

Shit, OF COURSE I WANNA SUCK IT!!! I don't know what gave it away more, the drool forming at the side of my mouth or the fact that I was staring into it like it was one of those crazy magic eye posters.

I was about to get into position when his blackberry went off. "Oh, fuck...it's my wife. I'll be right back."

DAMN! I thought that I'd been foiled by his wife; leaving me with balls bluer than selvege denim. I waited for a while for him to come back, but he didn't. Since there were no other potentials in the other room and the porn was beyond boring, I decided I was gonna take off.

As soon as I hit the exit into the parking lot, I saw the guy, standing outside of his truck (an F-250 on big ass tires) on the phone. My luck hadn't completely run out. I waited for him to get off the phone and when he did he came right over to me.

"So, you still owe me a blowjob," he said. "But I've got, like, fifteen minutes before I have to go home so...what do you wanna do?"

I didn't want to spend money on a motel room for fifteen minutes of sex and I definitely didn't want to take him back into the Bra because sometimes showing a potential to other cruisers is like bringing meat around a pack of vutures.

"Let's hang out in my car," I said. "Cool." Was his response and he hopped in faster than I could get it started.

We drove to this secluded spot around the way. There's an overgrown tree that hides cars really well. It's actually a spot where the police hide to do traffic stops...but it was being used for an entirely different purpose that night.

We exchanged names and talked a little bit before we got down to business.

"I'm straight, but my wife just doesn't know how to take my cock in her mouth the way I want her to...she can barely open her mouth around it. I don't do this alot but I've come to know that guys just give better head than chicks." He said. Now I generally don't believe all of that "I'm straight, but..." talk but I didn't really care either. I just wanted to get down on that big 'ol cock.

He pulled it out and, just as he mentioned inside, it was alot bigger than I remembered it previously. He told me that the last time he measured it, it was close to 8 1/2" long and 7" thick at the widest part. I didn't waste any time sucking on that thing and he totally apreciated it.

I surprised myself by taking it completely down a couple of times...it actually surprised him to. "OH SHIT. No one's ever done that...ever." He moaned out while his dick was throat deep. He liked me to squeeze his cock hard while I sucked it. Every time I did it would flare up and get hard as a rock. Since he didn't have long before he had to take off, he grabbed the back of my head and forced me down on it a couple of times until I choked. He said the sound of choking on his cock would get him to cum faster than anything. I started to choke myself on it, which made him even hotter.

Within seconds of me choking myself on his swollen member, he was blasting his load into my mouth. It wasn't alot, but some of it went down my throat before I could catch it. It was sweet and salty...the best flavoring next to coffee.

When it was all over, he said that my blowjob was "the fuckin' bomb" and that he hoped he would see me around again when he could get a longer session from me.

I won't lie to you and say I'm not waiting like a puppy waits for his owner to come home. ]]> yngjock20 http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/the-bra-cars-arent-just-1157/ http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/tv-ma-the-bra-father-1084/ Thu, 22 May 2008 21:59:27 GMT This particular time I went to the Bra and had the most interesting, limit pushing experience ever. The best sessions always happen when it's a slow day and no one's around.

I went in the vanilla side and as usual, there was only the sound of graphic sex to keep me company in the theater. I sat down and waited patiently for someone to at least keep me company.

A couple of times throughout my stay there some guys popped their heads in, saw me and decided I wasn't what they were looking for, so they didn't stay. It happens, and I've done it a few times as well. It seemed as though I'd been waiting for a while for someone to arrive and it just wasn't in the cards. Right as I was about to call it a day, the door opened and someone entered.

He was average height and quite stocky as if he used to play football or something. He was balding and had a really square jaw. Once he came in, he sat down right next to me. Sometimes that puts me off because whenever a guy immediately sits down next to me, it's usually because they wanna suck my dick, and that's not the way you get to that with me.

I didn't really move or anything, I just waited to see what he'd do. Shockingly, he put his arm around me and just sat for a while. "How ya' doin' boy?" He asked in an almost fatherly tone. I responded shortly and returned to watching the screen. "You like sucking dick, boy?" He asked me. "Only if it's big," I responded with a smart-ass tone. For a couple of beats he said nothing and just stared at me. Then he took his opposite hand and started to fish into his jeans. He pulled out a fat (and I mean insanely thick) cock and asked "Like this?"

Of course he knew he had me once he whipped out the goods. I didn't respond with words, but in action. I knealt down and got between his legs before he stopped me.

"Daddy's in control, boy...not you. I say when you do what." I was shocked for the second time in a row today, but I decided that since there's nothing else to do I might as well get into his program. "Yessir." I responded in a good boy manner and looked at him with puppy dog eyes. "Mmmm, good boy" he muttered and gripped the back of my neck.

"You want Daddy's cock, son? You wanna suck on that big piece Daddy's got stickin' out at your face?" I nodded, but never broke eye contact with him. He slapped me a couple of times across the face with his massive tool, but wouldn't let me have it just yet. "Open your mouth, boy. Lemme see how wide you can open that piehole." I did as my play "Daddy" asked and opened as wide as I possibly could. This definitely pleased him because once it was wide enough for him, he stuck his cock dead down the center of my throat. Which was shock number 3. "Mmmghghgg-" I gurgled on his dick as he forced himself as deep as I would allow. That wasn't deep enough. SLAP! He hit me with an open hand across my cheek. "Stop closing that throat boy, you know Daddy doesn't like that." He pulled out long enough to let me utter a choked "sorry" before he stuck himself back deep into my mouth.

I'm usually pretty good on gagging, but the fact that I had zero control over the speed and depth of the face fuck, I was choking all over myself and that massive daddy dick. My daddy loved every second of my choking. Every time I'd choke on him I could feel his cock swell and pulse. He was pleased with my performance. I'm thankful that no one actually heard (or payed any attention to) what was going on because I feared that we were getting pretty loud in there. He used his whole body to penetrate the depths of my orifice. It was truly amazing.

"STOP." He grunted and pulled himself away from me. "Clean my balls, boy. You got drool all over 'em." That kinda grossed me out, but once he was grabbing my face and pressing it into his man-sack, I almost didn't have a choice. His balls were huge. Totally befitting of his huge, swollen cock. I was able to get each one of them into my mouth and suck them clean, to his ultimate pleasure. He grunted deep and shot off a load high into the air and it literally came down like a rain storm.

The last couple of shots he fired at my face before he was completely spent. "Come 'ere, boy" he panted out softly. I sat in the chair next to him and laid my head on his shoulder. He fashioned himself so that we could lay across the chairs in an embrace. We probably laid there like that for about an hour or so, until his phone rang and he said he had to go.

He got my aim and we've talked a couple of times since then, but never have recreated that intense session. ]]> yngjock20 http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/tv-ma-the-bra-father-1084/ http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/the-brasiere-the-italian-job-1078/ Wed, 21 May 2008 22:01:43 GMT I would say that his manhood was about 8 1/2 inches in length and about 5 inches in girth with a fat head. He was uncut and used his foreskin to jerk off with, guiding it back and forth over his... I would say that his manhood was about 8 1/2 inches in length and about 5 inches in girth with a fat head. He was uncut and used his foreskin to jerk off with, guiding it back and forth over his massive crown.

I usually try not to stare until I get a sense that the guy's actually giving me a show and not just in his own world. No one likes an unwelcomed watcher. However, the way his head glistened in the glow of the 60" Plasma television screen made it hard not to notice.

He would stroke it and shake a little after his fist reached the base of his cock...a sign of "hey, come suck this." I let him do it a couple of times before I knew that he was cueing me in.

I switched chairs to the seat that was next to him and started helping him stroke his cock. His moans started lightly, but progressed louder. As I stroked, his cock spit globs of precum out. I though he was cumming the way he'd grunt and shake with each spurt, but it was just the precursor to what would be a huge load. As I continued to gyrate my hand up and down his foreign fuckstick, he casually placed his hand behind my head. He stroked my neck at first, as if to complement me on my handjob, but soon his action became rough and he pushed my head towards his crotch. "Suuucka meee" he moaned softly in what I believed to be an Italian accent as he led my face to the tip of his cock. I opened wide to receive him and got a mouthful of sweet sausage.

Because his cock was straight, no curves at all, it was a little difficult getting the perfect angle right, but once I did I was swallowing him down almost to the base. I totally get off on force and domination, so the way he was grabbing my neck and pushing my head down onto his dick was going to make me cum and I hadn't even gotten my pants all the way down. He was whispering dirty things to me in a language I couldn't really understand, but it sounded so sexy it only feuled my fire.

Since there's no clock in the theater I couldn't really tell how long we'd been going at it, but I was starting to get tired and tense. Sensing this, my Italian otter daddy sped up the pace and face fucked me hard for about two minutes straight. I couldn't hold on much longer the way he was choking me and fucking my face. It was simply too hot. Before I knew it he was gripping my ears and shooting a wad of manjuice right between my lips. I simultaneously shot my load off in between his legs, almost getting his jeans a couple of times.

It was probably one of the hottest experiences I've had to date and whenever I need some help getting the big O I just think about that guy giving me his Italian cock. ]]> yngjock20 http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/the-brasiere-the-italian-job-1078/ http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/the-brasiere-the-italian-job-1075/ Wed, 21 May 2008 01:07:23 GMT First let me tell you about the Brasiere. It's an adult bookstore with a theater in the back. The theater's pretty decent in size and has two sections: one for vanilla porn and one for fetishists.

The vanilla side is where I usually hang out because the type of men who frequent that side are blue-collar/white-collar guys who are taking a break from their girlfriends or whatever. Mostly straight-acting or closeted guys. The videos shown are predominately straight, but there's no shortage of gay sex going on in the Vanilla room when it's a good day (or night).

The fetishist side is pretty much skank-tacular. If I'm on that side, it's because I need a break. Those who frequent that side are your garden variety trolls. Unattractive, drugged-out, secret life living men who do it with any and everybody they see.

It's a 24hr place, this bookstore, so the clientelle can be different at the different times of the day.

Now that I've gotten all of that out of the way, let me tell you about one of my favorite experiences at the Bra.

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It was a mid-weekday and it was shortly after I'd graduated college. I was bored sitting in my apartment alone and so I decided to hit up the Bra and rot in pornography for a while. There are times when there will be at least thirty guys in one side of the theater and other days when there's no one but you and the crickets...that day was one of the latter.

I opened the door to the vanilla side and saw no one but the girl getting fucked on screen. With a heavy heart (and blue balls) I sat down and watched the listless girl get her ass taken by two guys. It was kinda hot, but her lackluster expression made it hard to get hard.

I was alone for about thirty minutes until I heard footsteps walking towards the door. It opened and a man appeared from behind it. He was really tall, I could tell even though I was sitting down. However, he wasn't a knockout. Actually, the whole package wasn't much to shake a stick at. He was lanky and dressed weird...like he was foreign or something. Alas, I watched him sit down across from me and go directly into a trance from the movie.

As textbook cruising procedure would suggest, I started massaging my crotch nonchalantly as to get myself in the mood, but moreso to see what the other guy's reaction to me would be. BINGO! He starts rubbing himself too. Eyes started to wander back and forth between me and the movie. I went further and undid my pants to show off what I had. He followed suit. What he pulled out shot his ranking up from a 6 to a 15 in a half-second. It was the longest, hardest cock I had seen in some time...definitely on a white guy.


Part 2 soon. ]]> yngjock20 http://www.lpsg.com/blogs/yngjock20/the-brasiere-the-italian-job-1075/