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FUCK ME!! I wasn't really sure what to title this. Maybe the "Post Birthday BLUES" would have been better. I turned 27 yesterday. Even my stupid brother flew into NYC for the weekend just to remind me and help me celebrate. Sorry I haven't blogged much to give anyone any advance notice but I've been pretty friggin occupied and last week was not uneventful. Although since I haven't had any type of shall we say "sexual, animalistic fulfillment" since the events of last weekend I would wager my balls are now once again as overfull as they were then. I was actually an amazingly good boy at my party as well (getting neither hammered or fucked up (or out) -in all the possible senses of that phrase). But that was partly due to the presence of my boss and several really amazing “VIPs” (but more on that later).
I may need to change my primary swim workout location (at least for a while). It became pretty clear awfully fast that some details of my exploits last weekend made the rounds of the Locker-room fuck buddies and assorted flesh eating, cock sucking vampires that lurk in the shadows (and often not even in the shadows). So, thanks for that, my newfound buddy! I mean everyone appreciates a good admiring fan base I suppose. But when every time you leave to head out to your car you have 3 guys following you and/or find several messages taped/stuck into your windshield basically begging to do anything for a chance for 15 minutes with your cock/pecs/ass/feet you name it -it gets to be a bit much sometimes. Not once has a babe given me that kind of attention. I’m not even sure what the going rate of offers for “blowjobs” in slightly up-scale parking garages even is these days, but I’m thinking I may at least be getting offers at a pretty absurd high end of it. One thing I did learn a pretty long time ago however was me replying “sorry, the head usually just gets too big/wide for that as soon as I’m fully hard” is NOT the way to shut down that particular conversation.
But hey at least I had one hell of a Birthday party (considering it was a Sunday evening). It was organized almost completely by my good buddy and former neighbor Hamlin. The caterer was someone fantastic so we decidedly avoided the debacle which occurred last Thanksgiving-eve. In fact, it was my first real party inside my new condo higher up in the building. And the guest list (thank you again Hamlin) was likely the most spectacular EVER. This was partly due to the fact that my Birthday this year occurred the night before the MET GALA (which I basically have never paid any attention to). But the extra A-list models, photographers and their associates that are in town due to it (even if they are not actual invites) was/is pretty staggering according to Hamlin (and he would know).
Pretty much all of my work buddies showed up (many sans girlfriends/fiancées). But that had little to do with me and was mostly due to the presence of a handful of Grade AAA underwear models, Slavic princesses and the like. Like Chipotle before him, my golden retriever Snorre was making me crazy running around the place losing his shit all day long. He always knows when something is up. Maybe it had something to do with the continual deliveries and packages arriving on a SUNDAY (all usual long trip to the Park day). The massive bar laid out and the arrival of the cake (in the shape of an enormous cock with melon sized BALLS - thanks JED) were pretty big clues as well.
As for me news of the “SURPRISE” party didn't arrive until Friday afternoon. So that’s another reason I didn’t mention anything about it before hand. It in truth completely fucked up my previous well laid plans to head into Connecticut to plow multiple mounds of anxiously awaiting pussy. The girls were not pleased. At least on the brighter side my second surprise gift from Hamlin (and this was payback for a favor I did for him almost 3 years ago) - was a welcome surprise indeed. Although technically it has nothing to do with me getting laid (I don't think). It's a little risqué but I'm up for it and certainly don't mind in the least given the talent involved. In about 3 weeks I will doing a photo shoot with a quite well-known photographer (especially in Russia and Eastern Europe). He specializes in semi-erotic physique shots involving male models (photographed like wrestlers, bodybuilders, boxers etc.). -but often around abandoned palaces, or dark Medieval looking forests etc. Very surreal. I am to be photographed with a specific Russian model and we are both supposed to be mostly nude (no cock shots apparently but everything else will be fair game). Yeah FUCK ME!
I met the model and his girlfriend last night (they both came to the party) and spent an hour on the phone dealing with Hamlin and also my guy who handles those details me for (and he was able to confirm everything with the photographer). So yes, I will be traveling to Slovakia for about 5 days (in about 3 weeks from now). I’m not even sure where the hell Slovakia even is, although my brother told me it’s the place where they filmed all the “Hostel” movies and that no American ever returns from there alive or in one piece. Thanks Bro. All I know is that as long as I’m being flown 1st class and staying at some Hotel that looks like an 18th century palace I’m probably happy to go there. Hey, I may be getting older but still haven’t lost my sense of adventure.
I just really need to come up with a solution for getting myself laid soon (and in hopefully pretty spectacular fashion). My balls are seriously starting to ache again. Swim workout in about an hour. That always helps, in spite of all the attention. I posted a partial pic of the Russian model dude on my twitter. I can certainly see why the photographer may have wanted to use me. Our torsos/bodies are really pretty damn similar -it’s kind of scary. Although he definitely has those dark Russian aspects for his hair and eyes as opposed to my “dirty blonde” and blue. I think its going to be a pretty amazing year. This photo shoot should certainly help my mood, although of course modeling was never something I ever seriously considered going into. Still it's nice to be noticed! And while I'm not exactly a brain surgeon I certainly do have some skills and a pretty damn decent job -thanks Dad! For both the job and the sometimes still "jaw-dropping" genetics -haha!
FUCK ME! That was kind of awesome. I think I'm now sure to get plenty of stares at this point by the time I leave here later today. Housekeeping just woke us up! Actually, both me and JED (who was laying here on the bed bare ass naked). He couldn't find his keys last night (they are likely/hopefully still at the bar) -which was closed by the time he left the room. So, he came back up and I told him he could crash in the room/bed with me. The suite does have a couch, but it's a bizarre quasi -Victorian style baby crocodile green velvet or something and is only about 5 feet long.
I almost always sleep in the nude, although not usually with another guy in the bed. However, I don't have a problem doing so with Jed at all. So housekeeping walks in to discover us both in the bed. His pretty muscular ass on display and me full frontal with my still fuck-swollen cock reaching practically to my knees most likely. Fortunately, I had been smart enough to reserve the room for 2 nights -although I'll leave sometime this evening. Jed is taking another shower now and after I'm done, we'll try and locate his keys and if successful head to the French Bistro nearby and get BREAKFAST/brunch.
Even though I know I didn't have more than 2 drinks the entire long night the evening is surprisingly blurry at the moment. A couple of things that DO stick out. I had forgotten that my buddy JED really should be in porn. He fucks like a pro-- seriously. Derek is certainly no less accomplished; I was even a little surprised. His cock was a surprise too. It was definitely party size (somewhere between 8-9 inches) and relatively thick, but it was also BENT. I mean it had such a serious curve to one side that I was somewhat surprised how she managed it so easily. Poor fucker. Although maybe that feels great inside a pussy, I don't know. When he came he made almost no noise at all. Unlike me and Jed as we both tend to be pretty damn vocal motherfuckers.
In spite of having gone so incredibly long without a release -with two other guys in the room I was pretty determined to make sure I made a good impression and really go the distance. I was certainly helped by the fact that she was indeed pretty goddamn wet, open and juicy by the time I made it in there. She had some pretty nice pussy/beef curtains and a fucking HUGE beefy clit. I mean it was seriously one of the biggest I'd ever seen. And obviously incredibly sensitive. There were a couple of times when I proceeded to lean my whole body back as much as possible while pumping into her to give Derek some munch time with it. Other times when he was straddling her stomach and fucking her tits he would lean back and finger her clit pretty dexterously with his fingers as I pumped. A couple of times he worked his hand down to feel around my cock as I thrust, but fortunately didn't keep that up for too terribly long!
After 30 or so minutes I'm sure she opened up even deeper to the point where I must have made it past/underneath her cervix. When your cock head hits that wonderful sticky spongy paradise it's like being in honeycomb. Your feel the extra sensations all along your shaft after that. At least I do. Something in the texture of their pussy also changes as well. Five to ten minutes later I can hear myself begin to start making those low pitched "whining" sounds like I do. Pretty soon after that I feel my hips start to go into "turbo" mode -for lack of a better term. I can be "out of it" for the next 15-20 minutes, oblivious to everything but the pussy I'm fucking until I hear myself cumming.
And last night, JESUS - did I ever cum! Who seriously is going to COUNT them at a time like that, but it felt like it was likely to be close to around 40 spurts --easy- by the time I was finished.
Yeah - FUCK ME! the overwhelming feelings of fullness are making me a bit psychotic at this point. Although the energetic long run I just returned from - in almost annoyingly sunny weather-certainly helped somewhat. Ok - truth. This was actually supposed to have been over with last weekend. I had an extremely eager and horny coed coming down from the Univ. of Conn. (part of the group of babes that I occasionally still live cam with) to visit her family here in the city for the Easter weekend. She also had been anxious for a chance to experience my cock in the flesh for about 2 years at this point.
Unfortunately, my parents arrived for a surprise EASTER visit late Friday night. They hadn't made the trip up in forever and neither of them had as yet seen my new (larger) place. Well, actually dad saw it once while they were still working on the extensive remodeling. So yeah- FUCK the best laid plans. This was crazy. Mom even brought me an Easter basket!! Not only that, she brought one for my golden retriever Snorre as well. Even though they stayed at the Peninsula hotel they had massive dinner/show/shopping plans (which included me) -and they stayed through Tuesday morning. Majorly screwing up their Saturday night Big Apple plans for a personal fuckfest of my own was not an option. Not with my parents.
As far as I know the young lady had no idea of the massive cum load I was definitely intending to shoot fully inside her. Actually, based on past similar experience her pussy likely wouldn't have nearly been able to hold it all. Not with my cock also deep inside her as well. I would have had to try and cum in classic "creampie" position with just the head of my cock barely inside her, something which I at least find nearly fucking impossible to do. But anyway, even though she was slightly pissed I've promised her a makeup fuck the weekend of her graduation. So that's that. Sort of.
At the point I am now there is one obvious winner in the contest. Even though I'm now quite a few days beyond what he wagered (almost as a joke) he still wins since of course he'll be closer to the actual number than any of the others. So, what's a 26-year-old (thanks bro for reminding me I'm not as old as I in a state of sheer fuck panic once thought I was!) not too bad looking, athletic, well hung, over-full balled, Wallstreet finance monkey like me have to do to get laid????!!!! And by like TONIGHT maybe? Fortunately, I have a Plan A and a Plan B.
I met a new possible workout buddy while swimming on Tuesday night. I almost never go to this place on Tuesday, preferring to take my Tuesday and Wednesday swims at a smaller fitness center with a much more serious weight room. I could tell right away this guy was a serious fucking athlete. In fact, he's much more cut and defined than me and on any given day a better swimmer as well. He also looks slightly familiar and I finally recognized him from some Triathlons I'd been in, although I probably haven't competed in any for about 3 years now. I was the one who struck up a conversation with him actually, and came to find out he's definitely been competing very seriously all over the country. He owns his own company as well, which makes special-order high-end bikes for Triathletes and other cyclists.
Well to make a long story shorter we exchanged info's but also both ended up swimming until closing time. He stayed on to talk to one of the life guards while I went to shower. I had just gotten out of the shower and was standing at my locker still fully nude when he came in. I think he did a double take for a second, shook his head and said "woah" and slightly chuckled before walking on which I thought was pretty funny. I didn't think anything more about the guy until late Thursday night he calls me up. He wanted to know if I had a current girlfriend as he had one who was "quite spectacular" but was also interested in "threesomes". The pic he sent of her almost simultaneously made it pretty clear he wasn't joking. The pic also gave me a massive raging hardon that nearly tore open my frigo underwear. By the time I jerked them off they were already pretty soaked by my precum.
The guy says he not gay (although he admires the male physique) but he also gets really aroused at the thought of another guy fucking the women he's involved with. Especially if they are a serious rival in the "stud" department. I actually have no idea what the guy is "packing". I didn't notice, but then I almost never do. He did say that his girlfriend has an obsession with "large cocks". I just know he certainly seems like a great, serious, highly motivated (probably all these more so than me) athletic, sexed up guy. With one hell of a girlfriend. Motherfucker----.
I already have a suite booked at the Gramercy for tonight. I'm meeting several of my buddies for drinks -late. They have assured me they I could easily find a likely spectacular sex partner there on a Saturday night. They'll even help me out on that score. I did this one before and had one of my best sexual conquests ever in that hotel. That's Plan B. I've already called my Triathlete and asked him about a possible for tonight. He's discussing it with his girlfriend to double check what her plans are (they don't actually live together). The night could be interesting - that's for fucking sure.
I usually blog post on Saturday/Sunday mornings or sometimes at work on Monday if something really interesting has taken place (usually during lunch with my buddies). It's after 5:00 p.m. on a FRIDAY and most everyone has left the office for the Easter/Passover weekend but I'm still here instead getting ready to post. So you KNOW something pretty major must be about ready to go down. I know I haven't blogged for the whole duration of Lent + an extra week and a half! Essentially not since my last sexual escapade, which I have to admit was pretty fucking enjoyable.
My buddies are constantly making fun of me with my penchant for much preferring "raging bull" like sexual encounters, almost never with the same pussy twice. When I look at them closely (or even not very closely) and see the kind of hell they generally put up with their usually exceptionally high maintenance girlfriends/fiances I have to consider myself fortunate for the most part. Yes, once in a while one of them will find a young lady who is indeed cultured, well read, quite wonderful to be around with an amazing and engaging REAL personality and also fucking hot as hell. But these women tend to not stick around for very long since lets just face it, my buddies are all basically pretty self absorbed assholes.
My buddies also make fun of me for my legendary abstinence periods. My view is that there is hardly much point in pulling down your underwear in the heat of passion to expose a pretty god damn jaw dropping sized cock if you can't also surround it with an overfull pair of balls. Ping Pong sized orbs would be a tragedy. Even though I'm not as fully gifted in that department as my dad, with enough time off I can certainly fill up my sack to near grapefruit sized if I hold off long enough. Which I've certainly done on plenty of occasions, and interested parties who frequent my gym not so infrequently seem to notice.
I'm actually meeting the guys for Good Friday drinks at a bar nearby in about 30 minutes. It will be Jed's turn to measure, which will be great because I'm a lot less self conscious when he's doing it. The stall's in this place are fortunately very large and actually slightly elegant. We just always pretend we're in there doing coke and since we're pretty obviously Wall Street monkeys generally nobody gives us even a second glance. I just need to remember to take a measuring tape from here as he invariably forgets. The whole point is to verify that I obviously haven't blown my load yet. My guess is by now they'll be nearing the 30 centimeter circumference mark. They're usually anywhere between 23/25 after I've cum so its an obvious fucking very noticeable difference. They guys have wagered a lot of money on this. We'd jokingly discussed doing this for years actually. Inspired obviously by that wonderfully dumb Josh Hartnett movie. Which I can hardly watch most of the time as some of that bitchy snatch in it is definitely nut busting hot. I just never was in exactly the right mood. Only 2 guys are still in the running at this late date. Nobody thought I would actually make it this far. Oh ye dumb fuckers of little faith. They just don't know how close my moment of deep pussy pounding/bull-ball churning ecstacy really is. I'll post tomorrow since I don't want to give anything more away right now.
I have to say that as far as I'm concerned 33 degrees is the perfect running/jogging weather. I just got back from what was for me a pretty long run (for the winter) of about 2 1/2 hours. I even made an extra detour to run up to and around Time Square to see if its still as dreary and ridiculous as ever. Yeah, no surprises there. Still I'm never happier than when I've got patches of snow everywhere. This extra long excursion was partly to clear my head (I think) after the events of yesterday afternoon.
Sure, by now I've been fortunate enough to have fucked a good deal of pussy. And mostly fresh young, Grade A, cream of the crop pussy at that. Still I haven't had the opportunity to fuck more than just a handful of virgins. And it certainly isn't from lack of opportunity to have fucked a lot more. But when confronted with the reality of the size of my cock (and in particular the head which can swell to just over 2 inches wide when fully hard) most of the time sheer pussy panic usually sets in. Abort! Abort the mission - please! Fortunately yesterday afternoon's experience was a bit more successful.
There is a 20 year old swimmer babe who spotted me at one of the fitness centers where I've been working out for several years now. I primarily go there for the pool though. She struck up a conversation with me about 2 months ago and obviously has had her eye on "my bod" perhaps ever since. But in this she is no different from about a dozen other people I can think of from there (about half of which are men). Even though I always go to these places to friggin WORK OUT and not socialize, I'm in truth a pretty friendly guy perhaps so naturally maybe people want to talk to me. The fact that I have a cock that is both a shower and a grower and is always tightly packed into a speedo presenting I expect a rather jaw dropping bulge most of the time may or may not have anything to do with people seemingly always wanting to strike up a conversation.
But to make what could be a really long getting to know someone story short lets just say she'd really been throwing a lot of serious obvious signals that she was very interested in seeing me sans Speedo and maybe even getting to know me in the biblical sense for about the past 3 weeks. She's from the city and lives with her parents (not far from me or the fitness center as it turns out) and is going to school at one of the local major Universities. Unfortunately (or fortunately - I haven't decided which yet) - it's the same one as "Tigger"). She's majoring in "Research and Experimental Psychology". I told her I'm not even sure what that even is but that it's pointless to spend too much time trying to figure me out.
I was a little late for my regular swim on Monday night and had gotten several pretty anxious texts from her - all alluding to the fact that she was hoping that Friday could be the day! This was surprising on a number of fronts,first being that I know I hadn't given her my cell #,and secondly from the seeming implications. It was only a short time before that she'd even mentioned in a rather surprising conversation that she was a little embarrassed to still be a virgin at 20. By the time I got to the pool she seemed a little hysterical (not good considering her major) but all was explained soon. Both of her parents were away visiting Hawaii for 2 weeks but would be returning on Saturday. She knew that I'd mentioned I often only work a half day on Fridays. She been thinking things over quite furiously in her mind for sometime but had finally decided she wanted to lose her virginity with me - no strings attached! (whatever in the fuck that means).
So lets just say this Genie was happy to grant her wish! She has a killer,fucking body (which I'd already had plenty of opportunity to view most of) and is energetic as hell (as most swimmers are). She wanted all this to occur at her place in her own bed (which I had no problems with) although I still had a hell of a time finding her basically unmarked building in spite of it being walking distance from where I live.
Her pussy was a shock, being much plumper and swollen when the time came than I was expecting. As is my usual custom I licked, sucked, swallowed and just basically devoured her perfectly formed clit for close to an hour while she pretty much screamed from pleasure the whole time (which was a real treat!). I"m happy to say her pussy really opened up pretty wide while I did this. In fact I only caught site of just some thin folds along the opening. Although definitely the sweet tart smell was quite distinctive and can just cause a guys heart to pound with excitement over the tightness and special sensations likely to be encountered within.
Fortunately my cock was so covered in heavy precum that getting it inside (or at least the first inch then finally two inches) was not nearly the struggle I have frequently encountered before (and sometimes from babes who were far from being virgins). It became pretty clear very soon that I would have to be content with only about 2 inches of her pussy to work with for a good while. Work it over I did as much as my skills would allow, but at some point it just gets slightly absurd working over a pussy when you still have slightly more than 8 inches of your shaft being held in reserve outside of her!
At some point though after about 40 long minutes a magic moment happened and about 6/7 inches of my cock slid inside her. FUCK ME - I know I let out several audible deep guttural moans that were practically screams from the deep sensations of pleasure when that happened. Fortunately I was able to regain my composure and almost instinctively knew what to do. I pulled her ankles up to my shoulders (no problem since she has that swimmers great flexibility) locked myself in a firm pushup position on top of her and gave her about 10 -12 minutes of the kind of deep cock fucking I imagine she had been hoping for. It was certainly the type of indescribably tight, wet and HOT unexplored pure pussy pleasure that you only get just a few times EVER.
I seriously don't know which one of us was making more fucking noise! I was quite literally yelling near the top of my lungs from the sensations of pleasure. Then at one point I had to pull back and let her legs down. Her pussy was violently contracting and squeezing against my cock so hard I knew she had to be cumming. I pulled fully out at one point but she fucking SCREAMED at me to put it back in. The next time I pulled out (and I'll keep how long that was between us) she certainly understood why. Her eyes had pulled back into her head by then but she clearly saw it happening. As the heavy thick spurts proceeded to land high up on her body past her breasts (yet obviously continuing to splatter much longer than she'd anticipated) I watched her mouth slowly opening to form a wide "O". After what had to be close to 2 minutes of this she uttered "oh my god". The last time I came was nearly five weeks ago. You do the math. This is what happens. I'd even mentioned it to her, but I think maybe that detail just got lost in the general excitement. Anyway, welcome to my world. And thanks for the very fresh puss.
She managed to take a pic of me crawling on her little bed in her room NAKED (but still with my cock hidden from her) right before we seriously got things started. She sent that to me and I've taken the liberty of posting it just now on my Twitter. Anything else will need to stay private on this one.
Ok, JESUS. I've just arrived at the office after finally getting back late last night. I think I have a few minutes before the first of my finance buddies starts to wander in here and start blathering away, bugging me about my trip. It was certainly successful enough, from a pussy marauder perspective I think. Although Tigger and I agreed to not have the second competition, since there were just too many logistical problems that he didn't think through. That still didn't prevent him from totaling nailing one of the little freshman rushette debutantes Monday night. The word on the street is that he made her cum 27 times. But that was over a whole long night of fucking and therefore not a true valid score.
As for our competition on Saturday night, in the end we both got 6 girls total. I was really lucky as I got my X with the 5th girl. I went to the 6th girls room but she was really funny and just wanted me to "cuddle" with her. Considering it was a little before 5:00 a.m. I guess that wasn't too surprising. I snuck out for a shower in the morning, went back into her room and then gave her a 20 minute furious headboard banging wake-up fuck for breakfast. Which she just fucking loved although I have to admit my cock was actually pretty fucking swollen and sore for that one.
As for the competition aspect, the results were a little hard to tally since I didn't have the mistress of ceremonies back to "monitor" my breakfast fuck. But averaging my 4 official "non climaxing" fucks against Tigger's 5 I actually (maybe even surprising) took a slim victory. My girl's averaged 6 full blown orgasms to his girl's 5. So in spite of his extra inch of cock shaft it's my huge mushroom head that makes the difference I'm pretty sure. Many girls have noted that in terms of fuck technique and impact were really pretty similar.
As far as my "JOY" fuck with girl # 5 I must admit that was a real fuckin ball churner for sure. When your pre-orgasm sensations start about 10 minutes before you finally shoot you know its going to be fucking unreal.
The girl claimed later that I jack knifed into her so deep and hard the first couple of release strokes that I pulled her body nearly a foot off the bed. FUCK ME THE NEW BANE OF MY EXISTENCE IS HERE!!-- BOSS!!!
Yeah, ok so maybe either Tigger or myself should have bothered to check the actual weather forecasts for here before we left the big city -in a jeep with no heat! Seriously, if we stay through Sunday night (definite fuck plans made for that night as well) its supposed to get down to ZERO here. At least we already know we certainly won't be sleeping in the jeep - that's for damn sure.
I'm getting a late start to my post this morning since I'd forgotten what a ZOO situation transpires at huge Fraternity houses (where we have guests rooms and meal passes) for Saturday morning brunch. Once guys learn where I work (not to mention those that hear rumors about why I'm actually visiting) I invariably get a long line of still groggy dudes wanting to introduce themselves. Which is certainly fine and I enjoy since I'm basically a pretty god damn friendly person. I also love how many old historic Fraternity houses like this one still have communal showers on most of their floors. So I managed to get some pretty shocked stares this morning. But I also couldn't help observing that for anyone worried about the future - don't be. There are what looks to be plenty of young Fraternity housed horse-cocks about to graduate in the near future. At least from this campus anyway.
As far as tonight's activities I don't want to say or give away too much right now. Just that if you've been following "Pussy Roulettes" in the past then you pretty much know how they work - maybe. The rules are always variable and subject to change. We're pretty lucky so far in that all 7 girls (for each of us) apparently still seem to be in the game (so to speak). But seeing as they're all seniors and needed to actually raffle that's perhaps not as surprising. Tigger and I have agreed to some additional ground rules going in (which will be noted and refereed by our respective "Mistress of ceremonies"}.
We can only spend 20 minutes max. in each of the "non-winners". When the girls card is opened by the always present Mistress of ceremonies after the 15 minute mark- if she's the winner (with the X) we MUST go ahead and pummel her until we cum. But that has to be a minimum of 60 minutes (already after the 15). Even if its our first pussy of the night. And we must make it to the 6 remaining girls since the goal of this competition will be the averaging of the number of orgasms had by each of the non-winning girls! I know its confusing but this is college, so we should be ok. So like your parents told you, its important to be nice to everybody, and treat even losers like winners whenever possible!
Tigger is just as excited for our Sunday night round which will (hopefully) involve the actual Bid day candidates. During the day on Sunday all the Rushettes select their top 3 houses and sign their agreements. Some of the girls will be invited back to the houses that were "guests" of for that night. Not for sex, but in order to watch Tigger (or myself) having sex with a pre-selected member of the house. The competition here is for each of us to try and have as many multi -orgasms as possible, pulling out to ejaculate each time so everything will be clearly visible. Given that I haven't cum since the weekend before Thanksgiving (I don't even want to calculate how many days that is at this point - FUCK ME), I feel I'm more than ready for both of these at this stage. Ok, I really need to go swimming dammit. We should both be in pussy sometime after midnight - if all goes according to plan-which it frequently doesn't!!
I've only been at work about an hour but am already prepared to blow a couple of people's head's off. Such negativity and doom and gloom depression (in or outside the financial markets) --its just not me! I find it to be particularly common during the month of January, which is probably why I came up with the idea of initiating "Pussy Roulette" on college campuses for guys like me AFTER graduation in the first place. Lets face it. It's the ultimate Alumni experience. And keeps still potent,horny well hung fuckers excited about revisiting campuses, donating and all that sort of thing.
I'm blogging a short blog a little to early just to give you a heads up (and heels up with pussy lips already slightly pulled apart as well) to let you know that Tigger and I both will be heading up Northwest of here tomorrow afternoon. We're taking my jeep, not because were expecting a winter storm or anything but just because its a lot more fun. And also safer on campus than the sports car.
We will be getting there for the near climax of Sorority rush (pun not intended). Even though preference day is not until Sunday with Bid day on Monday were actually not there for the tight pussied rushettes. It's the graduating Seniors (in two separate houses) that are getting the treatment. A total of 7 girls each that have held raffles to get in. Which they'll donate to some really beautiful charity (I love that!). All this will be happening at the respective houses late on Saturday night. There has been some talk of getting some film/video footage to be kept under serious lock and key for historical purposes (or for recruiting purposes).
But once again its Tigger who has been in charge of the setup so who know what will actually happen.
All I know is we both will be getting some serious pussy, with one girl each getting an internal cum blast that both Tigger and I will likely go into convulsions over.
more later-- my new boss is here (oh my god)
As the High School kids like to say "I got off your mom and back on Twitter" the same goes for me really. If you've read my last 2 blogs you may discover that I've been through a couple of interesting crises (though there's nothing really unique about that) and some reassessments about what’s important as I start growing up (a little). What I've really discovered is how much of me is exactly the very same guy I've always been. It seems like I'm at least 80% the exact same I was in college. A little hedonistic. Ok maybe more than a little. But one who still is governed by high standards, a good work ethic, very health and body conscious and a near OBSESSION with BIG BREASTS and BEAUTIFUL PUSSY!
Pummeling a beautiful pussy and feeling it shudder and clench around my cock again and again is just about life's greatest pleasure. At least for me so far. So, after a really crazy Holiday season that had my parents visiting me here for BOTH Christmas and New Year’s I'm definitely ready (and definitely long overdue) for a new year sexcapade. My father was quite intent on checking out the new place, which amazingly met with his approval. Even mom was pretty much satisfied with most of my design decisions (although she still hates that I have a pool table-- even more so that I purchased a new one).
My pre-Thanksgiving/Condo-warming party was ultimately a near miss perhaps. The real downside of my new condo location (even though I'm in the same building) is that I'm no longer across the floor from Hamlin. So, the party didn't have the added advantage of a double location with dozens of his modeling friends (most of which are female). At least the crazy big dicked motherfucker Tigger actually showed up. He amazingly hasn't been kicked out of Law school and in fact is doing quite well. He just doesn't have quite the opportunity to get into the kind of serious trouble with babes at NYU that he was notorious for at his undergraduate school.
But we've been discussing options/plans for a possible competition between us for weeks now (if not months). He was really upset that he didn't get to accompany me during my trip to my Alma Mater for Sorority Rush last January. As his school basically had a very similar Rush setup during the same time period (and the schools are definitely comparable in terms of their enormous Greek presence) he knows the craziness that involved. So, he's been in touch with several Sorority houses (the ones that still remember him and his near 11 inches very well!) to try and put together a competition between the two of us.
I really shouldn't say too much more about it right now. All I can confirm is that we'll be on his former undergraduate campus for the climax (pun intended) of their Sorority Rush which is a little less than 2 weeks from now. Let’s just say I'm really looking forward to and really NEED this-ok?
Since Tumblr has banned the one thing people still went to Tumblr for, I've started posting again on my Twitter (which you can find the link for if you go to my profile). I've put up some classic pics from my past, just to spice things up! -but will just have to see how much I want to post there in the future. It may get pretty hardcore at some point. Who knows? I'm just ready to fuck - bitches- and nobody's stopping me!
Holy Fucking Hell! If you were thinking I was dead all I can say is I very nearly was -haha. A whole hell of a lot has happened in some ways since I last blogged, but in many way things are exactly the same. One thing different was me actually stopping to take a long hard look at some things (other than my cock or a nice plump set of breasts) to realize I will be turning 29 next May. Just one year a way from actually being 30 -yeah -that's right- FUCK ME!. This momentary reflection was brought about by a nice near brush with death, namely me getting into a nice collision with a speeding delivery truck while out getting some serious cycling miles done on a perfectly sunny day. I ended up in the hospital for nearly a week, but other than some shoulder surgery (and 6 weeks of therapy on that) I remained remarkably unscathed! But it definitely caused me to stop for a moment and reassess some things.
My recent bout with a rather persistent male admirer/stalker (and I've always had to deal with this for some reason) led me to seek a little bit of counseling on the issue on the advice of a much older colleague at work.
What I discovered is that I seem to have had a completely wrong headed view as to why some guys might be constantly attracted or wanting to hook-up with me. It wasn't at all because they sensed "some sort of reciprocal desire in me" to more or less quote my therapist (I think). It was because they were much more interested in "possessing my hyper-masculinity". In other words if guys really want to suck my cock or are begging me to fuck them I should just take it as a real complement on my body and looks and stop being such a bonehead idiot. I finally mentioned this to several of my work buddies and they all agreed except one.
In even more crazy disruptive news my father decided to help me purchase an even larger condo unit in my same building exactly 20 floors up from where I am now. It's on nearly the 60th floor and is a 3 bedroom 3 1/2 bath that we were able to remodel to extend the living room/party area so that it extends past the kitchen encompassing what used to be the 3rd bedroom. It's taken for ever to accomplish as you can imagine and I finally moved in just last week. So yes motherfuckers, this means I get to have my traditional pre-Thanksgiving part. But this time I will be showing off my new place!
Not surprisingly my accident and partly shattered shoulder put my sex life on hold for a little bit. But that is definitely going to be remedied soon! More later. Welcome back bay.
I just got back from a late lunch with my work buddies and surprisingly little was said about my party. Given the current state of world affairs I suppose that's not so surprising, although that's never really stopped them from being obsessed with pussy, their own bodies and cocks, newly divorced rich hot MILFS, and who's fucking who before. Unlike them I feasted like a horse given that I ate absolutely nothing all day yesterday. I have actually been walking a little stiffly though given that I'm currently wearing not one but 2 pair of Frigo underwear with a really huge (and overfull) jock underneath. True to form my cock is still swollen like a fucking baseball bat and is going to stay that way for a while. Packing everything in Speedos later for tonight's swim workout (which is a must) will be a bit of a challenge, but I've always managed before.
A LOT of interesting shit happened during the actual party which I'll eventually bring most of up at some point. My sophomore babe (and my original object of desire) certainly didn't lack for attention. Tigger ended up cumming in her FIVE times!! No doubt there are a ton of interesting details I would love to relate from that encounter (they used the other suite I had reserved after all), but Tigger as usual is being as non-divulgent as he always is. Most of the time when he's out with friends or flirting with a babe he never shuts up, but when you really want some details about something -forget it.
As for my girl I think its going to be awhile before I get the memory of that pretty fantastic fuck out of my mind. It was clearly a case of her taking on a bit more than she was initially really to handle. But her horni-ness only seemed to intensify as things progressed and she ultimately managed to be a pretty serious little fuck machine before it was all over with. When she first saw my cock fully hard she seemed pretty surprised that it was even larger than photos she'd seen of her Missionary boyfriend's hard cock. They've never had sex or even been naked together and she somehow managed to get some rare photos of his hard cock without him knowing about it. That made it pretty special for me to say the least! I was still surprised how well she handled me right from the outset. She certainly wasn't uncomfortable and even came her first time during the first 4-5 minutes. She was not a girl that came a whole lot, but when she did her whole body pretty much spasmed and her very tight pussy clamped down on my still pistoning cock like a fucking vise. The look she gave me and noises she made once I was finally cumming in her were pretty unforgettable.The whole experience ended up costing me some extra money though as both girls ended up oversleeping past the checkout time for the hotel! But I think it was definitely worth it - no question!
Unfortunately one of the outcomes of the party is that it now looks like I may have another male stalker.
Yeah, FUCK ME! Why do these things keeping happening? Hamlin always ends up with about a dozen and a half or so professionals (mostly female) when he hosts these things. This guy is even from another agency, and another one of the big premiere ones with about 70 males on their roster. He's quite well liked and though young (I think 22) is even more successful in Europe right now than Hamlin is. From the moment we got introduced (big mistake I guess) no matter how much I moved around or even tried to hide or find a new group of people to start talking to, five minutes later he would just be there. He wasn't even talking to me, he was just hovering and constantly smoking (since he doesn't even drink) like your typical French guy.
I guess I was mostly so annoyed since I just don't see why most of these guys should even be considered model material? Sure he has pronounced cheekbones that extend all the way to his eyeline (blue eyes -but I have those too). Imagine a scruffy French looking young Nazi. Actually, even better. A young Jude Law if you first starved him and then re-fed him with BAD food. He seemed to get visibly mad when the girls showed up, that's for fucking sure. Fortunately it doesn't seem like he has any idea exactly where I disappeared to. He's texted me almost 50 times since the party. I'm fucking serious. He could of gotten my number from alot of different people though, so I really can't fault anybody yet. Most of the messages have been pretty professional and friendly. It would be almost ok if there were just 5 of them, but not 50. Ok, sorry I need to get back to work.
FUCK ME!!! I wish all you big tit loving and heavy cock-mongers were hear right now at this crazy ass fuckin party-- seriously! fuckin JEZUS!! Its gonna happen! Just a little different than originally scheduled -haha.
Tigger is here (truly fucking amazing his ass showed up I know) but he is doing a great job of keeping my Sorority Sophomore fully occupied and engaged with her hands about to be full more or less-pretty damn soon. Her 19 year old friend (the over eager, extra curious and quite obviously horny little Mormette fuck bunny) has all but given me the green light I think. Talk about one sweet ass overripe bod BUILT for fuck!!
There is just no way I'm going to believe she hasn't had some cock in her. For one thing she's just too damn skillful with her hands AND tongue. But if all goes according to plan I really hope to be able to sneak her to one of the reserved suites downstairs and yeah - I've decided- she's going to be the first one that gets it tonight.
Hope she's really ready for that.
Holy Fuck! I had to wake up almost at dawn to get my early run in before the caterers and extra housekeeping I've hired got here for setup/preparation for the party tonight. Not that my regular housekeeper hasn't walked on me still lying face down spread-eagle-ass naked on my bed plenty of times before. But she's also 52. This past week however I've discovered that to get a really good night sleep I've had to sleep on my back, which I used to completely fucking hate but have now gotten pretty used to. My balls have gotten so overfull at the moment that the pressure of my admittedly rather muscular thighs against them ends up causing enough soreness to wake me up in the night if I'm sleeping on my side. I actually can sleep on my stomach, but that's most comfortable if I keep a pillow under my stomach all night. I also need to keep my legs in a wide V though, which I'm not as likely to maintain in that position vs sleeping on my back.
I know you're probably thinking, “well what the fuck?", why are you enduring all this torture? Well frankly I didn't know that this extra last week was going to be such tough going (my last release was on my Birthday May 5th - 8 weeks ago exactly!). I do know however when I do finally get to unleash it all tonight (hopefully) it will absolutely be worth every minute I've waited. Although I may need to release 3-4 times as least.
As usual there have been some alterations to my original after party plan (check my previous blog if your understandably confused). Upon further inquiry I unfortunately found out that the two deluxe suites I have booked for tonight do not have a connecting door after all. Which let’s face it, this is hardly a Motel 6. It’s just that when I made the reservations the concierge on duty assured me that they did. Many of the other rooms and even some of the other suites do, -but not these. So that fucking blows my game plan for a few of my buddies. Not to despair though. It's going to be one hell of a night anyway with Hamlin and all of his modeling friends as high, slutty and exotic as they always are I'm sure. And I'm still keeping both of the rooms reserved since one never knows what might happen on a night like tonight.
Fortunately, my eager beaver, Arizona sun-bunny is still very much in the works for tonight. I hadn't been in contact with her for a bit and was having some trouble doing so before I finally got up with her to let her know about my party plans (I think I finally reach her on Tuesday). At first, she was a little hesitant because as it turns out she has one of her younger Sorority sisters visiting New York and her for about 10 days (this babe is actually from Utah which is weird because I didn't think anybody from Utah ever actually left Utah -ever!). She also seemed a little bothered (even upset) that I wasn't inviting her to my actual party, which is perfectly understandable once I stopped to think about it. So, I've ended up inviting both babes to the party tonight (that seemed the friendly thing to do!). I have no idea what her Sorority sister is even like other than she's 19 and just had a Birthday (which is one of the reasons why she’s visiting the Big Apple). She has a Missionary boyfriend and supposedly is just as curious about cock as her friend in spite of (of maybe because of) being from Utah.
For those of you that remember “Tigger” he is now in New York (his family lives about an hour NE of here and driving me completely fucking crazy). He always wants to try and set up some type of pussy carousing excursion with me, which invariable falls through at the last minute. I know that he’ll be attending NYU in the Fall, to do what however I’m not entirely sure. I know that he is actually clerking in a Law Firm in Manhattan this summer. I hope this doesn’t mean Tigger plans to go into Law school.
A very well-hung Lawyer. That’s something that’s never ever happened before to my knowledge.
Ok, Jesus. This is two weekend mornings in a row that I've gone out for a pretty grueling run (like 2-3 hours) first thing in the morning. Yesterday's run was longer (but less productive) than today's mainly because I made the mistake of at first trying to Snorre with me (at least to the park). As an 8-month-old Golden retriever he really shouldn’t be seriously running at all yet and definitely showed himself off as the overgrown puppy he still really is. He's very friendly and essential wanted to try and meet, greet and slobber on everyone in the damn city. I won't be making that mistake again any time soon.
So yes, my stupid brother came up to deliver Snorre 2 weekends ago. Which was great except that my brother also ended up staying for about 10 days and of course driving me absolutely fucking ass crazy like he always does. My brother changed majors about 4 times while he was in college. But he finally (I think by accident) found something he is very good at - chemistry. He not only graduated with a degree in it but AMAZINGLY, almost UNBELIEVABLY got into grad school at one of the best chemistry programs in the country. It's at that University not very far away from my Alma Mater - but across the state line. I've even been there for some fuck exploits on about 3 different occasions. So, something tells me there may be some more of those there in the future.
I only got my laptop back from the IT/Security division on Thursday!! Since its now the only computer I use at home its really messed with some of my social correspondence to say the least. They wanted to make me think they might have found some slight indication of interference by the Chinese into my hard drive -so what? - everything is encrypted like a zillion time over. But I'm sure the delay was really because everyone uses the excuse of it being summer (and some personnel taking vacations) to take twice as long doing anything.
None of this however has prevented my neighbor Hamlin from planning my long overdue "Welcome Home" party. Which is now going to be a combined "Welcome Home" and early "4th of July" celebration next Saturday night. The party is meant to be combined between his place and mind like it always is so I've got a bit more work to do with the caterers, but not too much really. After all I mainly handle the bar and similar refreshments although I have serious plans to do almost no drinking at all. That's because I have even more serious plans set to occur at around 2:00 a.m., not in my place but in an already reserved suite of the luxury hotel that occupies the bottom third of my building.
Really dedicated readers of my blog might remember that at the beginning of last fall I had some plans to finally travel to a great college campus in Arizona that I've always wanted to visit. I continue to hear stories about the unbelievably fine pussy being curated in the pretty spectacular looking Sorority houses there. Even with my experience I have to admit that I've certainly been more that tantalized by a few of the ladies from there. Two of the girls in particular are actually from New York City and have been emailing me on and off for months (without much success while I was abroad I'm afraid). Both are mighty fine, fertile, melon breasted, succulent pussy specimens though. And both are now upcoming Juniors. But one of the girls seems to be practically obsessed by either me or my cock (I'm not really sure which!).
She sent me an absolute beautiful pic of her prime pussy meat, with milky white skin, a very thin tight trim of hair and the perkiest blossoming bit of extra protruding lips. It's hard for me to believe the number of well hung (and energetic) college studs she claims to have already taken inside her. All I know is that I've certainly found her candor in discussing her love of large cocks and her sheer unbridled joy in being fucked by them to be a serious fucking turn on! If not a bit of a challenge as well. So, I've now decided to try and give her the kind of hardcore pounding she says she constantly thinks about. I figure the least I can do after she sent me such a nice pic was to give her something for future comparison. And lets not even discuss how badly I need to pound some precious plump puss deep into a bed to the point of utter exhaustion about now.
I won't actually invite her to the party. I mean it's not like a prearranged select few of my buddies won't get to secretly see her-later. She'll come to the hotel (I've set everything up already) sometime between 1:00 and 2:00 am. Her family lives in Flatiron so she's really not that far away and can just come straight up Fifth ave. The suites at this hotel are pretty unbelievably opulent and huge. You basically could hide a small s.w.a.t. team in there if you wanted or needed to. But I won't really need to hide anything since I've also booked the adjacent connecting suite for the night as well. I'll let you figure the rest out.
The last time I had any type of real release was during that admittedly incredible massage and MILKING that I received from that extremely high-class escort in Shanghai on my Birthday (May 5th). So yeah -- you do the MATH. If I head down at about 2:00 and then tell my buddies (there seriously will be at most 4 of them) to wait until about 2:45 -they should get there at about the right time to see some serious shit. Keep in mind that most of these guys have never seen me in anything other than a business suit, so it might be a little shocking. I hope so. I hope to really up the ante against these motherfuckers with this one for sure. I warned one of the guys (Stephen- who really seems to be pretty excited about this) than I can sometimes keep going for quite awhile (depending on the girl). But once I start making a certain whining noise (that's pretty hard to describe really but I almost always end up making it) the girl's got about 10 minutes maximum before I finally cum. With this load I've got coming I will definitely want and need to pull all the way back out of her. I'll just fall back on my heels and that familiar red swollen torpedo explode wherever it wants.
I'll try and update and give some more detail during the week if I can. I posted pics of part of the suite and the pic the babe herself sent me on my Tumblr.
Holy fucking HELL- Batman! I've been at work now (my first day back) since about 7:15 and in spite of 3 cups of "Americano" coffee and 2 Cuban expressos am still groggy as FUCK. In spite of my arriving back in the states on Monday night it’s pretty damn clear that my extreme jet lag from Shanghai is going to be a lot worse this time. Likely because I had to be there (not my choice) for so much longer than I'd planned (fuck that - so much longer than they had initially promised me.)
But now I'm back and in spite of missing a lot, like celebrating my 28th Birthday (yeah - FUCK ME!), my brother's graduation from college, Mother’s Day etc. the time I had to spend over there went by really fast. I think that's probably because the place is still so fucking surreal. But also futuristic in ways that are both good and bad. When I arrive back in New York city it always feels like I'm returning to about 1992 by comparison. It will take me some time I'm sure to truly assess what the hell is going on in my home country at the moment (the Chinese take on virtually everything is a little skewed to put it mildly). I'm sure my buddies who will be arriving to take me out to lunch in just a few minutes (and I haven't actually seen any of them yet to talk) will likely fill me in. Or maybe not - we may just talk about interesting new PUSSY - which is certainly fine.
And speaking of which to say that I am WAY overdue to give some babe a serious fucking pounding is certainly the understatement of the month. Don't get me wrong. This trip I was not a monk, and certainly ate and furiously fingered enough eager Asian pussy (of several different ethnicities actually) to last me until I'm about 90. But let’s just face facts, for those whose eyes were a lot bigger that their steamy honey pot- once I even started to try and push the head of my fully erect cock inside them (given that it’s just over 2 inches wide) the party tended to be over in a pretty big hurry. So, while I was quite pleased (almost honored) to learn that quite a few of the girls over there have nicknamed me "Thor" (even though that's a word that seems to be nearly impossible for them to pronounce); some of them also call me "stone balls". Now that's a little fucking weird I'll admit but is likely their way of referring to my very heavy and obvious "blue- balls". Perhaps. Who fucking really knows with them.
I'm sorry this has to such a short blog at the moment, but I thought it was important to let everyone at least know that I wasn't dead as quickly as I could. My super expensive laptop that I took over there with me (and which I normally use at home) will be at the IT (International) security and encryption department for almost a week before they'll (hopefully) return it to me. My new puppy Snorre (who is certainly no longer a puppy at this point) is down with my parents in Coral Gables and my brother will likely make a trip up here soon to deliver him. I haven't even seen my best buddy Jed yet, although I was able to see my neighbor Hamlin who has promised to throw a MAJOR welcome home party for me now that I'm back. So there certainly might be some good developments or surprises there! Ok, the friggin "Masters of the Universe" are starting to arrive. Stephen has already mentioned that I have no tan whatsoever. Jesus how I've missed these fucking assholes.