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New playground... [24 Mar 2004|12:49am] There's a new Adult bookstore in Horse Cave Ky, in what once was an outlet mall. My friend, Jimmy, discovered it by accident on a recent trip to Nashville. So his first Friday night back home he insisted upon a road trip there to check it out. We drove down in about 45 minutes or so from Elizabethtown and went in. The place is quite nice as far as an adult bookstore can be. nice carpet...very clean and no cameras logging one's every move. it was very sparsely populated. only a small handful of guys there. One really hot guy that was obviously just there to watch porn and not up for "Play". another guy, fairly hot, though he didn't seem to really know what to do in the "peeps". all the guys tried to get next to him but it seems he wasnt having it. We hung for a while, then paid the outrageous $10 fee to get into the theater.same ol' same ol' as was in the peeps.... Neither of us got lucky but felt the place worth a second look in the future. Sunday was a whole new ballgame tho...I went down after I finished my little under-the-table job with my friend Tommy. I got showered and dressed and drove down about 8:PM- that makes it 7:PM there, since their time is an hour behind the rest of the world...Anyway, I went in and directly to the peeps. Again pickings were very slim. one guy sucked my cock for a while thru the glory hole. then this guy came in that looked like he may have been military, cruising thru obviously looking for a partner to play with. At first i thought he found one but to my surprise he stepped back outta the booth and went into yet another and left the door unlocked. I didn't want to just "rush in" and jump this dude's bones so i began to peek through the crack the door left. Just as I am about to make my move, the queen working there came around the corner. He immediately shut and locked the door and I moved on. finally Nelly Belle left and he came out and went into a 3rd booth, leaving the door unlocked. I wasn't gonna be outdone again so I made my move. He was nice looking guy, shaved head, camo pants and wife-beater. he pulled up the wife beater to reveal a bit of a gut, and dropped his pants to reveal a very nice cock, made vein y by a cockring. Now these country boys...they go down to their local hardware stores and buy rubber "O" rings and use them as cock rings....which I'm pretty sure is what this guy had done. So I began to suck his soft cock...which didn't stay soft long. With my free hand i reached up and found his left nipple, and began to pinch and massage it ...this made him rock hard and his pants came down more. I took my mouth off his cock, replacing it with my hand and stood to take his nipple in my mouth....i bit it gently as i masturbated his erection which sent him into frenzies. He was loving it. It didn't take long for him to shoot his load and he thanked me, got dressed and i slipped out of the booth and into the hall. By this time, things were not looking good at all; only one guy left and definitely not one i wanted to do. So again, I pay the ridiculous fee of $10 for the theater only to find I'm there all alone. Oh joy. I have already paid so I may as well settle in and hang for a while. Perhaps things will pick up. I sat there watching straight porn for about 30 minutes or so thinking" This little place was pretty neat. I was shocked that the local churches hadn't closed it down right after it opened...the guys were all so deliciously country, the whole place, tho modern seemed stuck in about 1985. Cowboy hats and boots on many customers; Music from the 80's era played throughout the place." Finally I had my fill of hearing fish moan about their pussies and got up to go out to see if any fresh meat had arrived. I opened the door to emergency lights and the clerk asking me if the movie was still playing. I nodded that it was and asked what had happened. Apparently there was a power outage and everything had gone down. Just my luck. I thought about leaving for a moment, but I was thirsty as hell, so I ran to a nearby convenience store for a Mt. Dew. As I was pulling back in there was a new Jeep Cherokee pulling in just ahead of me. I parked and hesitated to see what the driver looked like. Not bad, tho a little heavier than I'd normally like, but "do-able" Also by this time, there was a new truck in the parking lot. So in I go to investigate the new arrivals and hoping the peeps were back up and running. Now at any other bookstore , leaving would mean no re-admittance to the theater, but these people haven't quite caught on to how things in the city are done yet, Yay for me; right back into the theater! The new trucker was quite hot; kinda scruffy, sporting a brunette goatee, baseball cap and an average bulge. I milled about the dimly-lit store for a bit trying to catch his eye and noticed that the Jeep Cherokee was also looking him over. there were a couple other guys. obviously very young, arriving together,"safety in numbers, ya know...) and checking the place out. As I turned to go back into the theater, in walks a very nice looking man...slight in build, salt & pepper hair, goatee, wearing an outdated mustard yellow shirt and black jeans....he had a nice butt and 'cruised' me as I walked by him. Things were looking up a bit. I headed back to the theater, hoping one of these guys would get the idea, however the $10 fee put them off I guess. The electricity was still a no-go. the clerks were scurrying about frantically trying to get the peeps back on. after several trips into and out of the theater, the lights came back on and the clerks tried to get the peeps up. Still no luck, so they offered the theater FREE to us all..."Well fuck" I thought...I paid for this and now it's free...just my luck! Everyone piled into the theater and sat. the hot truck driver stood at the back wall and watched the straight porn. the 2 hick boys sat in the easy chairs along the same wall as the door and Mr. Jeep sat in a rocker near one of the hicks in hopes of getting some cock from him. I could tell that these 2 boys, while possibly playful alone, were not about to so much as unzip their flies in front of the other out of fear of being "gay". (Gasp!) The 2 of them sat silently looking straight at the screen, neither daring to cast an eye around the room. Mr. Jeep stared a hole thru one of the boys; The silver fox in the mustard shirt sat upright in his chair and watched the movie, occasionally looking around the room to see what was going on; the scruffy trucker watched the movie, occasionally looking around for action, and I stared a hole thru him. after about 10 minutes or so, Scruffy left...and I followed,giving him time so it wasn't so obvious that I was stalking him. He got into his truck and after a few flirtations, I got the hint that he wasn't playing. Ah well.... as I pulled back in and parked my truck, the 2 hick boys came out and left. That was leaving me, the mustard shirt and Mr. Jeep. I went back into the theater, and found a seat. Still no play out of either of them. I watched what was now Lesbian porn for several minutes, and then Mustard shirt got up and left, quickly followed by Mr. Jeep. I thought "what a bust". but I was determined to get my $10 out of that theater so i settled in and watched the movie. about 5 minutes later Mustard walks back in and takes the easy chair in the corner by the partition that blocks the door. I knew Mr. Jeep wouldn't be far behind, and sure enough, as soon as Mustard's ass hit the chair in he walked. He took a seat a couple seats away form Mustard and began to watch the movie...I began to watch him. By the way he was positioned, I would immediately know if Mustard pulled out his cock and when Jeep went down on him. Soon I noticed Jeep move over a seat. Watching me and then turning his attention to Mustard again, He finally found the balls to go down on Mustard, and I made my way over to them. Mustard had a nice cock, average but nice. Jeep was sucking it for all he was worth, so I began to work on Mustard's tits. His breathing became heavy and I ran my hand down his belly to the forest of cock hairs. he was loving it. Jeep continued to suck and I began to bite on Mustard's tit. With my free hand, I slid my hand up between Mustard's legs and began to massage his hot ass thru his jeans. this also made the breathing harder, so i began to tug at his jeans a bit. He got the idea quicker than I thought he would. they came down to his ankles and he spread his legs exposing that hot rosebud of an ass. I began to massage it, which brought about moans of joy and squirming as well as heavy breathing. Mr. Jeep sat up to take out his own cock and I wasn't about to allow this to pass so I immediately took Mustards cock in my mouth and pressed my finger in his hot horny hole. The breathing, moaning and squirming intensified as I pleasured this man. Not to be a total asshole (since I HAD horned in...) I took my cock off Mustard's cock to allow Mr. Jeep back on, but I still fingered Mustard's hot hole. Jeep resumed sucking and i pulled out my finger slowly, and checked it for shit and oder. None; Mustard was clean, thank god. I spat on my fingers and this time inserted 2 fingers and Mustard went wild. At first I thought by his squirming, my fingers weren't pleasurable to him, then noticed that he wasn't trying to get OFF of my fingers, rather trying to get them in DEEPER. By this time Mr. Jeep saw the handwriting on the wall and kind of backed off a bit. I went down on Mustard's cock and sucked as i sank my fingers deeper into his man pussy. I eased them out, spat on them again and reinserted them, this time 3 fingers. as I sucked him i spread my fingers and Mustard was full blown horny now. I raised up and said "god I wanna fuck you". To my surprise he stood up, and bent over spreading his cheeks to accommodate me. I slid my cock into his hole and began to fuck him. I guess this totally pissed Mr jerk....uh I mean Jeep off because he stood up and zipped his pants. I indicated to him to stick around and have a piece of Mustard, but he wasn't having any part of it. FINE then....Hot ass and took it away from a jerk to boot!..Life was good. Jeep left the theater, and I continued to fuck Mustard. I came close to orgasm, then I pulled out and ate his ass until the feeling subsided. The first time my tongue hit his man pussy he went wild, almost too wild I feared. I was afraid the clerks would notice the noise and come in.They didn't. I popped my cock back in Mustard and pounded his hole a while longer, until I felt that tingle in my groin indicating orgasm again. I quickly pulled out and gobbled his hole. this went on for about 30 minutes or so. Once I was ready to go again I pounded my cock hard into his pussy and humped him like it was the last I would ever have. This time I wasnt pulling out. I fucked him right up to the brink of orgasm then pulled out and shot all over the floor. He also shot , as he had been jacking himself as I fucked him. I sat down in Mr. Jeep's former chair, sweating like a stuck pig, Mustard was composing himself and went over to the paper towel dispenser and got a paper towel for me. What a gentleman. I freshened myself up and made myself presentable for the trip thru the store and we left together. Outside we chatted a bit. He indicated that he enjoyed the pounding I gave his hole and told me his name and his Yahoo ID. His face kinda fell when I told him I lived in Louisville, then brightened back up a bit when he found out that I get down to central Ky. about once a week. We got in our respective cars and left. I will have that man pussy again... Merci Beaucoup... Speak Softly

“Alan Jackson”... The stuff great memories are made of... [02 Feb 2004|04:06pm] [ mood | Nostalgic & Horny ] [ music | none; I'm in a library...SHHHHH! ] Chapter 1: The stuff great memories are made of... Author’s note: this entry was written from memory. Names have been altered to preserve privacy. The Name “Alan Jackson” refers to the individual’s appearance , and in no way should be taken to be the real singer, Alan Jackson. This entry is lengthy, however the 3 encounters had to be included in a single entry or it would have not made sense. ~Provocateur Erotique~ While I was still living in central KY and cruising at the local lake, there were stories circulating around among the regular cruisers about a really hot guy that looked like country singer Alan Jackson. I had never actually seen this guy who all these guys was talking about. All I knew is that he drove a Blazer/bronco type vehicle, dark blue or black in color and they said he was a hottie. It was shortly before Christmas 1994, and I was working a shitty temp job in a textile factory in central KY; 7:AM to 3:45 PM. this left a lot of time to cruise at night. one particular night, the night before Christmas break, I was at the local cruising spots. I was there pretty much by myself and was about to leave, when an S.U.V. pulled in. I couldn’t see exactly what type it was. I was parked in the very last parking space of a long line of spaces. this particular parking lot is very long. The S.U.V. pulled through around the circle and past me then proceeded to park about 20 spaces away from me. the street lights softly illuminated the parking lot an I could see that the truck was a dark color with some decorative detailing on it. I sat for 10 minutes or so , waiting for some sign of interest. nothing. so I started my car and drove up the long parking lot towards the entrance. as I passed the truck there was the flicker of brakelights indicating someone wanting to ‘play’. I turned around to go back and investigate, backing in next to the truck so we would be sitting driver door to driver door. The tinted window went down about halfway in order to obscure most of the driver’s face. we nervously talked for a few moments, hitting all the usual “ice-breaking” topics; weather, amount of people out cruising, the time... then the driver asked if I wanted to get in and ride around a while. I agreed to this since this is a small town, where the worst thing to happen is the occasional drunk driver. Once inside the truck I was a bit astonished to find C.D.; a guy I remembered from school. He was a few years behind me , and I decided to keep this little tidbit of information to myself due to his “flighty” nervous demeanor. I wanted to fuck this guy badly , and I wasn’t about to say or do anything to endanger my chance. “Alan” ( as he will be known herein, in order to maintain his privacy) was a skosh taller than me, lean and muscular since he worked in construction. he had blond hair parted in the middle, handsome and true to the gossip, he did in fact look like Alan Jackson. We rode through the usual cruising area just for a little bit discussing what we wanted to do sexually. I noticed that he was acting a little on the erratic side but really didn’t think too much of it. During the course of our conversation, he made it perfectly clear that he didn’t want to just fuck for a few minutes, and that if I had time he wanted to get naked and fuck for a few hours. Erratic or not these were all the right things to say to me. "Alan” was very paranoid about someone finding out about his bisexual appetite, so we settled on a motel room in another county. it was about 10:00 when we arrived at the small “mom-n-pop” motel 20 miles from home, even though he owned a 3 bedroom house very near the cruise area. I went in, registered, and paid he woman behind the desk. I went back out to the truck and soon we entered room # 104. “Alan and I immediately got naked. At this time I got a really good look at him buck naked. Visibly muscular and defined, although not “pumped up”. He had a very nice average cock, with a pair of low-hanging balls covered with a coat of almost invisible blond hair. I love low hanging nuts! I turned down the bed linens and got in, while “Alan” retreated to the bathroom and was in there for several minutes. he came out and crawled into bed beside me. and we began both the longest and the best sexual experience that I have had in my life. We chatted momentarily and I began to suck his soft cock, caressing it with my mouth and tongue. when I took his peter into my mouth I was surprised to find it cold...odd I thought but continued on. My hands explored those low hanging nuts, massaging them as I blew him. His cock swelled to about half erect, but I never did manage to get him rock hard. Again odd, but I ignored it. “Alan” wanted to be fucked, so I attributed al these little idiosyncrasies to him being a bottom. Finally I mounted him, first missionary style. In our rush to hook up and get naked, neither of us thought to pick up some lube, and all “Alan” was some “Vaseline Lip Therapy” so we used that. I squeezed out a tiny amount , slathered it over my throbbing cock, “Alan” happily raised his legs and put a heel on each of my shoulders, and I slowly pushed into his hungry manhole. It went in easy... in fact too easy I thought. his ass was somewhat loose, but held my peter nicely. Occasionally I would look down at him while my penis opened up his ass, but he was very careful not to make eye contact with me. I guess he thought it would mean he felt more than just sexual gratification if we looked into each other’s eyes. Despite the lack of eye contact, “Alan” was as into this sex session as I was, occasionally moaning, and frequently saying how good it felt. I screwed him for quite a while, then when I was about too come I pulled out and ate his ass for about 15-20 minutes. once the feeling subsided, “Alan” wanted to experiment with some other positions including being in front of a mirror, because he wanted to watch himself taking it up the ass. We rolled around in that bed for hours, my cock pounding in and out of him in every conceivable position; missionary, doggie-style, prone and, per his wishes, in front of the room’s mirror. we would take an occasional break. I would lie beside him, smoking a cigarette, playing with those wonderful silken-haired balls and attending his cock with my mouth. I continued to pleasure his crotch for some time playing with “Alan’s peter, he retreated to the bathroom again. once he returned I mounted him again and fucked his hot manpussy for a while longer. Drenched in sweat , I pulled out of him and lit a cigarette. Both of us very satisfied, I asked him the time. “It’s 4” he said, and I begin to panic a bit. I was to be at work at 7:am! we began to dress to get ready to leave. “Alan” was noticeably more comfortable with me by now, and I felt safe enough to reveal to him that I remembered him from school. Much to my surprise, he was OK with this, as long as I would maintain my silence. He also spoke of his girlfriend and how that he “didn’t do this very often.”( the usual response one gets in this type of situation...) I assured him I didn’t “kiss and tell” and let him know that I was definitely interested in a repeat, which guaranteed my silence. We left the motel and drove back to the cruise area where I left my car. I was feeling all warm and fuzzy; Just a few days until Christmas, I had just fucked a hot man for 6 hours...all was right with the world! “Alan” dropped me of and I drove on home, getting there in time to shower and get ready for work. Once at the textile factory, it was announced that in celebration of the holiday, we would be shutting down at 11:am. Man that really sucked! had I known that we were going to get off early I would have called off sick and stayed inside “Alan’s” ass! Dammit !! This still was the best Christmas present I got that year. Chapter 2: A Midsummer Night’s Nightmare About mid summer of '95, I saw “Alan” again. This time I would learn the reasons for his erratic behavior at Christmas. The situations were almost the same as the first encounter; last 2 left cruising, flashing brakelights, only this time we were acquainted and there was a pleasant absence of that “first meeting” jittery conversation. this time he got in the car with me and wanted a ride to the neighboring county we went to before. but it wasn’t to the motel. We went to some slum-type house. While I am very naive regarding the drug world, I knew enough to know this was a crack house. “Stay in the car and don’t talk to ANYone” were my instructions. Hey...no problem!!! I was scared shitless. My burning desire to get up in “Alan’s” ass again had lead me into a dangerous situation. He went inside the house and I sat quietly in the locked car, realizing that this explained all of the odd behavior from December, Why his cock was cold and never got fully erect; his paranoia; his lengthy trips to the bathroom. It was all clear now. “Alan” is a crack-monkey! Finally he returned to the car and with a low sigh of relief we left the crack house. But the worst is yet to be told. As we reached the square in this small town we were pulled over by the police. I was scared beyond belief as they asked us to get out of the car and then had us empty our pockets. “Alan” and I immediately complied and laying right on the hood of my car was the “rock” he had just purchased! That was it; my life as I know it was over! But then after searching my car the officers let us go! I must have an ARMY of guardian angels! they didn’t see it! I cant believe it!!! The local boys in blue got in their cars and left and I fired up my cutlass and headed for home. No matter how hot “Alan” was, no matter how much I enjoyed his hot hole, it was not worth going to jail for. “Alan” pleaded to go one more place and then we would go back to his place and have a “really good time”. Again he asked me if I had plenty of time and again the promise of a repeat of the following December made me forget all about the cops. “OK” I said “Where we going now?”. “Alan” directed me to a bootlegger’s place and bought a bottle of cheap whiskey. Then we finally headed to his house, and ”Alan” began smoking the “rock” on the way. We. first went to get his truck and I followed him to his house. By the time we got there he was completely within the throws of the effect of the crack. He was paranoid as hell. The house was small and a little dated. It was sparsely furnished...”minimalist”, I guess...and everything was very neat and orderly, not what I had expected from a bachelor at all. I said to him, “ya got a nice little place here” and I was quickly shushed up for fear “someone was watching us” I sat on the couch and we talked a little bit, all in very low whispers. I was quickly becoming annoyed with this whole sequence of events. The drugs, the paranoia and being pulled over by the police should have been the end of it , but my cock was doing all my thinking. I threatened to leave a couple of times, but was cajoled into staying with promises of great sex. With the TV on and tuned to some bizarre Mexican music channel, we sat alone in this house way out in the country totally alone whispering back and forth because of the induced paranoia he was experiencing. This went on for a couple of hours. Eventually he would be ready to get naked. I was to wait on the couch for several minutes while he went into his spare bedroom, because “they knew which bedroom he slept in” . then I was to join him after my wait to ensure we weren’t being followed. Total “Twilight Zone”, but like a complete fool, I complied. The house was totally dark except for the glow of the TV. Fortunately it was a clear night, so I could see how to maneuver down the hall and into the guest bedroom. “Alan” had already stripped down to just underwear and was peeking out of the mini blinds over the window. I Joined him in his near-nudity and began to fondle his cock. Again it was cold and flaccid. “Alan stood at the window forever, claiming there was someone behind a tree in his back yard. He even had me to come look to see him myself. There was no one there. This home is about 8 to 10 miles from the town and the nearest neighbor was at least a quarter mile away. This is farm country for Christ sake, No one was there watching the house! I finally managed to partially convince “Alan” that no one was there and I was ready to play. He shinnied out of his B.V.D.’s and we went to bed. I began to work on his soft manhood and massage the rosebud beneath it. “Alan” asked if I minded if he “smoked this ‘rock’ while I played with his cock”...reluctantly I said “OK” and he proceeded to take a couple of hits from the makeshift pipe. 5 minutes later he was again at the window looking for the “man” watching the house. By this time I was really getting fed up with this shit. I started to dress and for the umpteenth time that evening I was pleaded with to hang around and more promises of hot sex. “OK” I said, “There’s no one out there watching us, now come to bed and give me that ass...” He peeked a couple more minutes and came back to bed. This time I took charge easing his legs up and back and entered him. His hole was very loose and again I got in very easily, this time without lube. I began to pump his hole and he began to catch fire, fondling himself until he was semi hard. “God that feels good” he kept moaning, but the fuck was short-lived. So he had me pull out of his warm ass and was back at the window looking for the mystery man watching the house. I got up very frustrated and entered him from behind as he visually searched the back yard for prowlers. I pumped for a few minutes, finally throwing in the towel. I jacked myself off while I fondled his cock, dressed and left amid many apologies. This encounter was a big let down from the first one But he was soooooo hot...This is when I learned to hate crack and crack monsters. It was about 3:am, I had nearly gone to jail, had seen my first crack house, learned where the bootlegger was and was in bed with one of the hottest men around and couldn’t get him down off a crack cloud long enough to truly enjoy a good fuck. How fuckin’ frustrating! Chapter 3: The Final Encounter... Have yourself a Merry little... I don’t know why it seems that it’s always Christmas time when I run into “Alan”. It was Christmas Eve either 1996 or 1997. I had already did the ‘family thing’; Christmas eve with my father’s side of the family, then home to open our immediate family presents. My parents were “early to bed, early to rise” kinda people so they bedded down for the night. it was about 10-11:pm and the day’s festivities were pretty much over. It was too early for televised midnight mass, too late for those syrupy-sweet Christmas specials, so I decided to head down to the lake. There as snow on the ground and I really didn’t think anyone would be out because of the holiday and the late hour, but I was bored. what would it hurt to just ride through? I arrived and first went through the main area. as I had suspected there was no one there. then I drove up the hill to ramp #1. I took the side road and then made the right turn to go down to the water and the parking lot there. as I reached the parking lot I spotted an all too familiar S.U.V. It was “Alan”. It had been quite a while since I last saw him, the memories of the crack house, the cops and the paranoia burnt indelibly into my mind. But what the hell...it’s Christmas...so I pulled up and began a conversation. After a couple of minutes I could tell “Alan” was smoked up. the paranoia was present and stronger than ever. He wanted sex though, which outweighed the paranoia. so he got into my Cutlass and we rode around for a while, eventually ending up way out in the boondocks on someone’s farm. (Apparently his sister had moved into a house next door to him so going back to his place was out of the question.) “Alan” laid back the passenger seat of my car and I began to play with his cock. This didn’t last very long as crack clouded mind concocted the “mystery man” that watched his every move. In retrospect I should have asked if it was the same guy from the summer before. By now it was pushing 2:am and I wasn’t about to go through what I had the last time we were together. Yes, this guy and I have had the best sex I have ever had, but there’s only so much one should have to go through to recapture the moment. I guess it just wasn’t in the cards. I continued to play with his cock through zipped up jeans as his mind concentrated on imaginary people out to see our sex. finally I fired up the car and took him back to his truck. I was furious but said nothing...”Alan” and I chatted a little on the way back to his truck, but for the most part things were tensely silent. He knew I was unhappy but there really wasn’t anything he could or would do about it. Crack owned him now. We arrived back at the original parking lot where I first met him just before Christmas of ‘94, he got out and I wished him a Merry Christmas, and drove home frustrated. This turned out to be the last time I saw “Alan Jackson” in a sexual situation. Oh, I saw him out in public a few times, once with some girl I’m sure he was fuckin, and then once I was behind him in line at a convenience store. Needless to say, he didn’t speak to me at all; that might mean someone would put 2 and 2 together and...God I miss that cock, that beautiful loose ass and that lean masculine body. This past spring I came back home for several months to attend to some business. While here I went too visit some old friends, one of whom knew all about my little encounters with “Alan”. He called me aside and pulled up the local newspaper’s website on the PC and showed me the following story. I have copied/pasted the article exactly as it appeared, although I have removed the names of the people and places involved stated in the article to preserve “Alan’s” remaining dignity and both his and my own privacy: Man charged in chainsaw attack Why a 39-year-old Blanksville man would attack someone with a chainsaw and then stab his step-mother is still being investigated following an early morning incident on Saturday in Blank and Blank counties. Police and Rescue personnel were first alerted to the violence when they were called to a residence on Blank Road in Blank County about 3:50 a.m. when a dispatcher received a call that an attacker had entered the home of 1st victim and assaulted victim with a chainsaw. The chainsaw was used to gain entry, according to Detective Blank Blank with the Blank County Sheriff's office. State police were handling the part of the incident that occurred in Blank County. Victim, 47, was transported to Blank County Hospital with multiple wounds. He was later transferred to University Hospital in Louisville. On Tuesday the hospital listed victim as being in fair condition. The violence spilled over into Blank County at 4:46 a.m. when "Alan Jackson" of Blank Blank Road also allegedly assaulted 62-year-old 2nd victim at her residence at Blank Road. He allegedly stabbed her in the neck and chest multiple times with a knife. 2nd victim was transported to Blank County Hospital and was admitted. She was released on Sunday. Detective said that "Alan Jackson" had just begun a relationship with 1st victim’s stepdaughter, Blank Blank. But officer could not say why that relationship might have led to the attack, or even if it was a reason for the attack. "Jackson" evidently used the chainsaw to gain entry to the 1st victim’s residence and then allegedly used the saw as a weapon on 1st victim. "Alan Jackson" sped away from both residences on a 4-wheeler, according to witnesses. A total of four law enforcement agencies, including sheriff's departments from Blank and Blank counties, Kentucky State Police and Blanksville Police, initiated the search for "Alan Jackson". Seven hours later, at a friend's residence on Blank Blank Road, "Alan Jackson" was taken into custody without incident. "Alan Jackson" was charged with two counts of first-degree assault and lodged in the Blank County Jail. He appeared in Blank District Court on Tuesday where he pleaded not guilty and was appointed a public defender. He was not granted bail. An examining trial has been set for Wednesday. Now an event like this in a small rural town is big news so of course it stands to reason this was front page news. The friend that lead me to this article told me that “Alan” was seeking money for crack when he committed these crimes. He cut off the man’s arm with the chainsaw when he refused to give him (“Alan”) some money to buy more. The second victim was attacked for the same reason. Thank God it wasn’t me. I thank God every day that it wasn’t me! As I contemplated this entry to my sex journal I took a drive out into the country past “Alan’s” house. It was very very cold and there was snow on the ground. The night was very clear and the moon shown on the snow and made the night kind of bright. The winding road towards the house is sparsely dotted with farmhouses and the whole scene struck me as very “Thomas Kincaid-ian”. All this picture lacked was the houses being lit and decorated for Christmas and it would have made the perfect picture-postcard. I carefully passed the dwelling that once housed the hottest man I have been with to date. It was dark and looked to be unoccupied. I drove to the end of the road and turned around and slowly made my way back towards the house and the main highway. I slowed the truck as I drove past the house; no curtains up any longer, only the spare room still bore the white miniblinds “Alan” peeked out of looking for non-existent “spies” many summers ago. His father had given him the house and I’m quite sure that it’s still in their family, but it will be a long time before “Alan” will see it again A feeling of sadness washed over me as I recollected how hot he was and what a total waste of a human being he had become courtesy of crack cocaine. I do not know what ever became of “Alan” and the trials he had to face. I hope he is doing well wherever he is. Merci Beaucoup... Speak Softly

Arm’s Length...Fisting story #1 [28 Jan 2004|01:12pm] [ mood | horny ] [ music | none ] Author’s note: this is an event that happened earlier in my life, Done from memory. I can't remember exactly what season of 1997 it was, although it was warm. Spring I think...I was still living in central KY, and driving into Louisville on the weekends to party. An acquaintance of mine had moved here from Dayton, and I would come up and party ‘til I dropped and then sleep over at his house. We did our typical Saturday night thing; Connections, Murphy’s, Tryangles...and then I took him home and went out to cruise. I was pretty intoxicated and really had no business driving at all, but for some unknown reason, alcohol acts as an aphrodisiac once in my system. I was horny as hell! I hit all the adult bookstores and then ended up at “Showboat” on 7th street. My acquaintance’s man worked there and was there that night. I parked the car and started inside. I stood and talked over the night’s events with “J” for a few minutes, then went back to see if there was anyone in the peeps worth a second glance. I stepped into a booth where I knew there were I knew there was a gloryhole. I peeked through the saucer-sized hole to see a fairly nice looking guy standing naked from the waist down. He had reddish hair, about the color of mine, a moustache above one of those cleft chins, medium to small build and fairly hot. His pants were laying over the back of the metal folding chair provided in each peep. I locked the door, dropped a dollar in the machine to start the movie and sat down to begin the usual peeking and flirting before actual play began. The guy knew I was on the other side of the wall and since he was standing close to the hole and it was so big I stuck my hand through and began to play with his ass. it was somewhat hairy and soft tried to get him to turn around so I could play with his penis, but for some reason unknown to me at the time he wouldn’t allow me to touch his cock at all. I continued to play with this his ass, massaging his little brown rosebud. I could tell he was getting hot. after several minutes of playing with his ass and an occurrence of sticking my own penis through the hole in the wall to see if I would get any action, (which I didn’t...) I finally slipped a finger in his excited hole. He bent over slightly and pressed his ass back on it, forcing my finger in deeper indicating to me that he was really enjoying having his ass played with. I then inserted a 2nd finger and began finger-fuckin this guy...he then bent way over and pressed his hole against the wall, cheeks spread and directly centered on the gloryhole. What a bull’s eye! I quickly dropped trou and drunkenly tried to shove my own hot cock deep in this offered-up hole. To my surprise he wasn’t gonna allow me to fuck him. I was taken aback a bit by all this. I zipped up and sat back down to try and figure out what as going on. I began to play with the guy’s ass again this time sticking in a 3rd finger...then eventually a 4th and finally... with him pressing hard against my hand... my entire hand. I had read stories about fisting, and had seen pictures of guys with another guy’s arm inserted as far as the elbow, but I never thought I would so much as personally witness this act, let alone actually do it to a guy. And here I was; drunk as a monkey, with my hand up this guy’s ass. It was an incredibly hot moment. this went on for several minutes and I finally pulled my hand from this man’s hot ass. after a while of having my hand playing in his hot manpussy I pulled it out. once I did the guy turned bent over and invited me into the booth with him. I agreed and left the bth and went to the men’s room. my hand was covered with shit and I immediately washed my hands and went up to “J”. I told him what as going on and what I was about to do, since 2 people in one of these booths is illegal. he assured me that he wouldn’t be “buzzing” that booth if the movie quit, and set up a signal should the cops make on of their surprise visits. He then gave me a surgical glove. I went back to my original booth and then gained entrance to the guy’s booth. I went in and put the glove on sat down and began to ease my hand back into hot hungry orifice. in no time my arm was in about 3/4 the way up to my elbow. I gently and slowly made a fist and began pumping my arm in a slow, pistoning fashion. He went absolutely wild...and so did I! while my arm was deep inside this guys ass I began to try and play with his cock but he wouldn’t allow me to touch it. this guy was all about assplay...hot ,heavy, hard-core assplay! “OK”, I thought. So since this was the only pleasure he wanted from me I pulled my own rock-hard cock out and began to jack off. There was very little sound, for much niise would draw too much unwanted attention...he did moan some, very softly. During all this time, the contiguous booth became occupied and the guy in the next booth began to knock on the wall in an attempt to get a piece of the action for himself. I looked around and noticed the guy was peering through the hole at us. the dim light from the movie playing in his booth shown on his face and I could tell it was this black guy I’m barely acquainted with and dislike intensely. I had seen him in the bookstores before and know how he operates. I wasn’t about to allow him to interrupt the events I was involved in. I stood up and with one hand folded up the chair and sat it against the wall, covering the hole. I then returned my full attention to servicing this guy’s ass with my arm, pistoning in and out of his hole. It didn’t take me long to get off, and shortly thereafter I got the guy off. slowly I pulled my arm from his ass. Once my arm was out of his stretched hole I immediately eased the glove off, being careful not to get any ‘residue’ on me. for some reason I was unable to open my hand before I pulled it out so there was a fair quantity of shit in my gloved hand. Fortunately, the glove was fairly high up on my arm and there was no ‘residue’ on my skin. sweat was pouring from both of us. As the black interloper continued to knock on the wall, the guy dressed and one at a time we left the booth. I went to the bathroom and washed up as best I could in a less-than-clean public bathroom. I went back up and told “J” of what had just happened. I was still fairly drunk and somewhat shocked at what had just transpired. Never in a million years would I have ever thought I would participate in something as kinky and erotic as what had just happened. The next morning I awoke in a panic. I was scared. what if I had really hurt that guy? what if I had inserted my arm too far and caused a life threatening injury? Although still very much turned on by fisting, it frightened me.It took a day or 2 before the fears subsided. but the eroticism of it all remained and still remains to this day. In the months to come I would see the guy once in a while getting out of a forest green Jeep Cherokee at other bookstores. I made moves on him a few times but he never would have anything to do with me. I surmised that he was one of these fags that was into their “numbers”, meaning seeing how many guys they could “get”, and I gave up. I have always felt that when one guy turns me down, there’s always be 10 more out there that won’t. Years later we would meet again, on the computer. as fate would have it, he had the same videochat that I did. at first I didn’t recognize him then after quite a qhile of chatting online, I began to put it all together. one night we were having a long chat about sex and slowly, things he was saying started to sound familier. after about 45 minutes or so the cat was out of the bag and we had a bit of a laugh over it all. Rick ( I found out his name from another internet friend) and I remained on a friendly basis until one night he made a couple of remarks that really didnt set well with me aand pissed me off...He was really good at that; a born Smartass. one thing lead to another and now we don’t speak. No real loss, however I guess I owe him a bit of a debt of gratitude for introducing me to “fisting”. Merci Beaucoup... Speak Softly

"Eugene" [24 Jan 2004|05:48pm] [ mood | excited ] Author’s note: this is an event that happened earlier in my life. Done from memories more than a decade old, the details are all approximate but worth preserving. 1991:Try as I might, I cannot remember the exact time of year. it was still somewhat cool,yet warm enough that a light jacket would suffice. I was becomming accustomed to my new life as a gay male fairly well.i had made an army of new friends; experienced my 1st gay New Years Eve( as my former friend Tim put it, I was “the Belle of the Ball”.)All of this as new and exciting to me though I was still lacking in one arena; I was still untouched by another male. I was out with some of my entourage of friends.It as Saturday night, I had gotten off at 5 that afternoon and I wasn’t due in to work until about 1:pm the next day...Plenty of time to go out and play.The “Stage Door”, affectionatly known as the “Door” by it’s regulars, was packed with the usual collection of psychos, sissies and trolls. Michael, an ex-friend of mine, and I had cocktails, and at one point went outside for some reason.i cannot remember if we had strolled to another bar or left altogether to go to “1470 West” which was still out on Dorothy Ln. at this time. We were on the sidewalk headed back into the “Door” when we ran into this greek god of a man. He was about my height, maybe a little taller than me. he had dark hair eyes and moustche. He had a baby face yet ruggedly handsome just the way I like my men.He had “5 O’clock” shadow which was even more a turn on.This guy could easily have modeled for any agency. As we approached him, he asked us if any of us wanted a blowjob! Now this shocked me a little bit and excited me at the same time. My friends suggested he was a hustler and we moved on. We went into the “Door”, found seats and ordered cocktails. There was this old guy there that I disliked intensly. He was running about the bar in a pair of rhinestone drop-style earrings annoying everyone. As we sat nursing our drinks, I saw the Greek God walk in the door and begin to circulate. I was enthralled, yet felt a hot man like him wouldn’t be remotely interested in a guy like me. he continued to gravitate towards us and the idiot in the earrings appeared again, about the time the greek god walked up. I urned around on my barstool and struck up a conversation. I found out his name was Eugene...a name that certainly did NOT fit him...and that he was from the Cleveland area. Mr. earrings continued to be annoying, and my; ex-friend began to run interference for me. Eugene explained that he was extreamly horny and had been to the bookstore on 5th street (the Oregon District; a funky-trendy party area of Dayton) and sucked a few cocks there.We talked for a bit longer and I don’t know if it was the alcohol or just plain ol’ horniness, but I invited him home with me amid the advances of the earring-adorned idiot. It seems he had the same agenda as I did. I’m sorry, but it wasnt about to happen. Again my ex-friend ran interferrence and Eugene agreed to follow me to Van Dalia. I was absolutely thrilled by this; FINALLY I was to be deflowered. He and I left and he followed me in his ancient chevy. We arrived at my tiny house in Van Dalia, and got out. he put his arm around me and we chatted a bit as we walked through the yard to the front door. Eugene told me that he was headed for Springfield OH the next day to begin training to drive a truck for J. B. Hunt trucking. Once inside we bgan to undress; Eugene had a killer body. He was hairy and built! The only thing keeping him from having a six-pack was a few visits to the local gym to achieve a little definition.He had about six inches swinging; not a huge cock but I’m no size queen and it was just right for his build. This guy was perfect. we crawled into bed and began to make out, kissing wildly and passionately. his hands explored my body as did mine his.I was in Heaven! here I was with a hot HOT guy and about to lose emy virginity AND I took him away from an anoying asshole too boot! That was the icing on the cake! Eugene and I continued to make out, then he ducked his head under the covers and began to suck my cock. And I hungrily gobbled his cock and balls up as well. we continued this for several minutes and then he said he wanted to be fucked...Now this isn’t exactly what I had in mind..I was the one wanting fucked...and for my first time, but I agreed. being a novice and very nervous I wasn’t able to get inside him. We took a short break and I explained to him that I wanted fucked for my first time...He agreed and popped on a condom. I lay on my back and raised my legs in the traditional “missionary” style and he began to push into me. he was very gentle and patient with me. slowly , (and even stopping occasionally to allow my virgin manhole to get accustomed to the foreign object moving its way deeper into me.) he sunk his hard rod into me. It was pain and pleasure wrapped into one.Once my hot ass was used to having his cock inside it, he began to pump slowly. More pain mixed with much pleasure. As he rocked back and forth driving his hot cock deeper inside me, Eugene began to kiss and nibble on the calf of my right leg. My mind was on overload; I was trying so hard to please him and gain as much pleasure as I possibly could. After what seemed like hours of pain/pleasure, Eugene pulled out of my hole and removed the condom to finish his ejaculation on my stomach.It was terrific!! I, in turn shot my own hot load.We cleaned up a bit, then set the alarm clock and settled in for some sleep...Eugne had to be up early to get to Springfield and I had to be at work by 1:00. The next morning, Eugene’s mood changed; He wasn’t rude or hateful, yet in my own naive mind I thought that the night before would have meant more to him that it did. He as cold and stand-offish, spurning my advances for a repeat of earlier. He asked to take a shower and of cuss, being brought up to be a good host, I said “sure.” I got him a towel and made sure he had soap and everything he might need. While he was in the shower I went through the pockets of his jeans.Indeed, his name was Eugene. Eugene Cireno to be exact, and was from a ‘burb of Cleveland. At least I knew he hadn’t lied to me about that. Eugene finished his shower and came out into the livingroom. he dried himself and we lightly chatted and I asked his last name “Aww you don’t really need to know..It’s Smith...”. My heart sank a bit. Taking my ‘cherry’ really had meant nothing to him. He realizd that I was bginning to develope a little bit of an emotional attachment to him and, as I was to learn later, that was not part of his agenda We said our goodbye’s and he left.I knew I would never see him again. I got myself dressed and went to work.After work, I made my usual trek to the “Door” where I was applauded for finally losing my virginity. And who else should I run into that evening? The earring troll himself, and being the he-bitch that I am, I just HAD to tell him every last detail of my sexual escapades of the evening before, not leaving out “If you honestly thought I was about to let you take that away from me you have lost your tiny mind!!!!!”. Again the icing on the cake. But I was still troubled. Aside from the initial feeling of guilt and of “I’ve done something dirty”, Eugene’s change in attitude still puzzled and disappointed me. My ex-friend explained to me that I had been no more than a trick to Eugene; a “one-night stand”. he went on to point out how fully loaded Eugene’s car as and that he was probably a drifter looking for a place to stay for the night in exchange for sex. Needless to say this intensified my already bad feelings. Eventually I got over the feelings and accepted the “just for sexual pleasure” attitude of the gay community and I was ok with it. If I had it to do all over again, I think I would have waited for a sexual partner that I knew better and cared more for me, although Eugene was so patient and gentle with me I have very few true regrets about that milestone of a night. I did realize that I was more a top that evening. to this day, when I’m driving on an interstate and come upon a J.B.Hunt truck I look to see if I might recognize the driver, and I become aroused. Eugene, asshole that he may be, will always be special to me. He was, after all, my first... Merci Beaucoup... Speak Softly

"Chuck B." [19 Nov 2003|10:05pm] [ mood | horny ] I left Donna and Stu’s house around 9-ish. I had gone over early in the day and since Donna was off today pretty much made a day of it. We went to the grocery and played on the computer and caught up since it had been, as the kids would say, a ‘minute’ since I saw them. I had every intention of coming back to my apartment, yet last night’s cruising was less than fulfilling and I was still feeling horny. I drove to the end of Lincoln Ave. and decided to turn right leading me straight up 7th street to the local adult bookstores. Arcade was pretty much a funeral waiting to happen; Showboat was about the same, so I drove on down Dixie highway to Louisville Manor. Louisville Manor is an adult bookstore is...or actually was... a motel with an adult bookstore added to it. It’s dark and dirty and in a kind of ‘iffy’ neighborhood. There have been feeble attempts to remodel it but so far it still falls short. I went in, got change and at first it really didn’t look promising. There was a guy that was ‘doable’ coming from one of the back booths. He was a strawberry blond and...Ummm...I guess you could say classically handsome. His face was all red and he was sweating a bit, therefore I knew he had just got off and was probably about to leave. I went into the booth he had come out of; it was a booth with a glory hole cut into it. I walked in the dirty little room guided only by the light given off from the pay T.V. I peeked through the hole between the 2 booths and there was an ass pressed up against it waiting to be probed. I began to finger it a bit. The guy pressed his ass harder against the wall and I slid in another finger...his hole took my fingers like a hungry man takes in food. And it opened up like a flower in spring. This particular glory hole is cut rather large, big enough for me to get my hand/arm through. I began reaching in and trying to play with his penis. I really wasn’t out to fuck this early; I was in the mood to suck cock. He wasn’t interested in that at all. There are a few men out there that loved to get fucked, yet will not suck a cock or allow their penis to be touched. I have never understood this but...hey...I just roll with the flow. Finally I achieved an erection and stuck it through the hole. By this time, the guy’s hole was gaping wide. I fucked him for about 15-20 minutes then gave up on it because I really couldn’t feel it; his hole was so stretched out. So I pulled up the pants, zipped up and went out into the hall. It was empty. I walked down towards the entrance, thinking that I might play a bit of “Ms. Pac Man” and wait to see if anything worth my attention came in. on my way to the video machine, I noticed booth #6 was lit up as occupied and, knowing that there’s a glory hole there too, I went in. on the other side of the wall was a fairly nice lookin’ guy; nothing to write home about but worth at least a buck in the video to see if there was any reaction to a flirt or two. He sure did a lot of peeking through the hole, but this first attempt at a cock from this guy proved to be a miss. The video went off and I left the booth. By this time, the guy with the gaping hole came out of the last booth down the hall. He was slight and a bit on the skinny side, but really not my type at all. I looked around and there browsing in the adult magazine section was the strawberry blond guy; perhaps I still have a shot...the slight guy then checked his phone for messages and I slipped a quarter into the video machine, since it seemed that there really wasn’t any reason to stand and wait for a hottie to come in. strawberry blonde was apparently ‘spent’ and wouldn’t be returning to the peeps. Finally the slight guy started towards the door and much to my surprise strawberry blonde followed. I’m betting they had a small conversation through the glory hole and arranged to meet after slight guy got his hole plugged a few more times, or perhaps strawberry decided to take his chances and talk to him in the parking lot of the motel. Soon after these two left the door to booth #6 opened and the guy that was in there stepped out. He was a handsome man; dark hair and eyes, with just the slightest touch of salt & pepper beginning to grow. A bit ...ummm...I would call him a bit ‘chunky’; by no meaning of the word ‘fat’ but not skinny either, and I DO likes my mens with a little meat on their bones. Based on his apparel I would guess him to be a construction worker, or perhaps a factory worker. Definitely a blue-collar kind of guy. He slowly walked down the hall, looking around at me a couple of times and then entered one of yet another set of booths with a glory hole between the two. I was doing well with my game of “Ms. Pac Man” , but I was pretty impressed with what I saw when he came out so I let my player get ‘eaten’ and off I went to give this a second try. I went into the booth and fed my dollar into the machine. I sat down and watched the vid and proceeded to undo my pants and take out my dick. Still no reaction, though he was sure doing a lot of peeking. I slid my finger through the hole, and he undid his jeans and took out his cock. Not particularly long from what I could see but nice...fairly thick. It’s very difficult to gauge a cock or much of anything else in these dark dirty ‘closets’. By this time I’m beginning to think “ok, so this guy is either new to this scene or just nervous naturally, or maybe I just wasn’t his cup of tea. Somehow he found the backbone and stood up and pushed his hard cock through the hole. I was indeed not terribly long, but very thick. I began to suck on it a bit, but he didn’t bend his knees much so when he stuck it through the hole it pointed down. If anyone had of seen me I must have looked like a calf sucking on its mother’s udder. I licked and caressed it for a few minutes, then tried to reposition myself so it wasn’t so damned uncomfortable. Once my mouth was off his cock he pulled his cock back through the hole and then slid his finger through it. Now this kind of surprised me because I was expecting a totally unreciprocated head job. I stuck my hard cock through the hole and he began to play with it. And play with it. And play with it. First of all, I went out to suck cock, ok? So come on now...either shit or get off the pot, already! Suck that cock or let me suck your cock or allow me to move on, dammit! After about 5 minutes or so of him jacking my cock I pulled out, composed myself and went back into the hall. I looked around and again it was empty. I decided not to waste another quarter in the video game and leaned up against the wall and lit a cigarette. I thought “OK so I’ll smoke this and then if nothing comes in, then I’m going to go home” as there is much to be done to this apartment and I need to leave for Campbellsville either tonight or in the morning. I took a couple of draws off my Marlboro Light and I heard the front door open. I peeked around the corner and in walked this guy. Very nice...VERY nice indeed! He was about my height; 150-175 pounds; older guy looking like a Charles Bronson with maybe a more baby face. I watched him as he walked down the hall and went into the last booth. I was gonna wait for a few minutes and allow him to get settled into the booth, and to finish my cigarette, but I heard the front door again and this time it was an old troll. I knew I had to act fast or I would lose this hottie to that troll. I went to the end of the hall and stood waiting and listening for the whirr of the machine sucking in a dollar for five minutes or so of sex video. Finally he fed the machine and I entered the booth next to him. I locked the door and again, guided by the light thrown off by the video screen went straight to the hole and peeked through. He was standing directly in front of the screen on his side, pants open and cock out. “BINGO” I thought...”a player”. But I had no idea how erotic it would get. I myself fed the video machine and sat down in the chair, attempting to make slight noises to indicate to this handsome man that there was someone in the booth next to him, and most likely watching him. I watched him slowly stroke his cock and then he pushed his jeans down a bit. Fearing he was composing himself to leave, I decided to take a chance. This was the booth that the hole is large enough to slide an arm through so I did, and my hand met the curve of his nice ass. I caressed it and he turned and I began to caress his thigh, ball sack and cock. It was very nice and very erotic to me. I slowly moved my hand around and down to that glorious little rosebud manhole of his. I gently massaged it taking care not to enter it, as I was unsure of what this Charles Bronson look-alike was into sexually. This went on for quite some time, with me gently trying to coax his cock to the hole so I could get my mouth on it. I withdrew my arm and peeked over... I could tell he was as into the whole situation as I was, although again there was movement around his jeans. He was over it and was about to move on...or so I thought. Yeah, he was into it alright, even more so than I thought, as time would tell. Again I thrust my arm through caressing every part of his near nude body as I could reach. Eventually I managed to get that sweet cock through the hole and suck on it. Unlike his predecessors, this one had a large cock; long and thick...8 to 8.5 I’d say. The only thing that could have made this more perfect than it already was is if the cock had of been uncut. Ahhh well, we can’t have everything... By this time I have my cock out and its rock hard. For a 2nd time I pulled my arm out of the hole to check my progress...by the time my face reached the hole he was getting totally undressed. Seconds later there he stood; buck bare-ass naked. Though he was a bit older than me his body was in great shape. I was totally unprepared for what would transpire next, although I welcomed it. He stuck his foot through the hole! Now I have a mild foot fetish, and this excited me even more. I greedily sucked each toe and licked and kissed the top of his foot. This man was very clean; no foot odor at all. After about 5 minutes or so of this he pulled his foot out of the hole and I leaned in to peek...he drew his face near mine and said to me “come on over”. I was electrified! I immediately got my clothes up and half-assed buttoned up and eased out the door. The hall was full by now. Damn the fuckin luck! Signs everywhere stating, “One Person to a Booth”, a cardinal rule in the sleazy world of the adult bookstore. I am uninformed about other states in America as to the legalities of this, but it’s most definitely against the law in the state of Kentucky for there to be more than one person in a booth in an adult video arcade. I didn’t give a flying fuck. I was about to break the living shit out of this commandment. There is no way in hell I was gonna walk away from this prime hunk of man! So with the utmost dignity and daring I quietly slid into the booth occupied by my Chuck Bronson, in total spite of the guys standing in the hall. I immediately dropped my jeans, and dropped to my knees and sucked this guy’s cock. While sucking him I massaged his hot little rosebud again. He really seemed to like this, and he pulled back a bit to look through the glory hole; we both heard the door in the adjoining booth open, close and lock. He peeked through which gave me perfect opportunity to eat the hot orifice. After a minute or so of feasting on this hot man’s ass I noticed that he was no longer peeking through the hole which indicated to me he wanted fucked. Again, this is really not what I went out after but I wasn’t about to back away from this man. I worked up some spit and made his hole and my cock as slick as I could get them. I had a little trouble getting into him for he was unlike the first guy of the evening; this guy was tight! Once I got inside him, the individual on the other side of the wall poked his cock through the hole and Chuck began to suck that cock as I gently began the in and out motions of a great erotic bookstore fuck. I went slowly at first to give his manpussy time to adjust to a foreign human object opening it up. Once I could tell his hot manhole was ready I began to fuck him in earnest, not slamming him but he knew he was getting a prime screwing. It really didn’t take me very long to come; after all that erotic foreplay, it was about a 7-10 minute screwing, but left an indelible impression on me. Aside from the whole sleazy aspect of this all taking place in a nasty adult bookstore it was some of the best sex I have had in a long time. My cock spewed its seed deep in Chuck’s hot hole. I stopped pumping and carefully withdrew my cock. “Did u come?” he asked, and for a moment I was a bit scared; I hadn’t asked him. I didn’t know how he felt about unprotected sex. I am clean myself but he doesn’t know that. So I lied...yes it was a very stupid thing to do but I said “no”...and “man I gotta run...thanks for the great ass!” and I composed myself and left the building, sweat pouring off me and my hair kind of wet with sweat. I sat in the parking lot for a few minutes winding down a bit and kicking myself in the ass. Why in the hell didn’t I invite him back here? Why in the hell didn’t I have one of those cards I so creatively printed up on my PC? God, sometimes I’m such an idiot...My only saving grace is that I know that one day I will run into him again and when I do....But for the time being, I have much good jack-off material and some great memories. Merci Beaucoup... Speak Softly

"Tony" [18 Nov 2003|05:48pm] I was horny. Just about as horny as one can possibly get. Travis, my friend that handles open mic night was back in town and for a while; it’s his off-month from the riverboat he works on, so now my Tuesday nights will be unchained. This is a welcomed break from the rhetoric of the coffee shop. I went down for a while and played on the computer and chatted with friends and for once was a member of the audience of open mic night instead of the host. It was a nice and much needed change, even though it’s temporary. But I still desired the touch of another man...badly. After a week in the country, with only my left hand stepping up to bat, I was more than ready for human touch. I left Sumshee’s about midnight and went over the river and through the woods to what we affectionately refer to as “grandma’s house”. What a waste of my time and gas. Nothing. One lone trucker and he wasn’t human as I could tell. I spoke to him briefly, just long enough to determine that he wasn’t my type at all. I circled the Crest motel a couple times and I thought there was no action there either. Then I went over to the Colonial Inn...now why I even bothered, I do not know; there’s never any action over there. Ok so I have had one or two pleasant experiences there...but they have been few and far between. Anyway, I decide to go over to Theatre X. this is a very large adult bookstore near the two afore-mentioned cruising spots. T-X is much cleaner and better maintained than the bookstores on 7th street in Louisville. I went in and immediately went to the bathroom to both piss and read the walls. There’s always some sort of message written on the walls of this bathroom... sometimes a homo can get lucky without spending the traditional 5 bucks for the peeps or 6 bucks for the main theatre. I went to the urinal and proceeded to piss, my eyes scanning the walls for scribbling the whole time. Most of the writing was old, however there was one that I spotted that was new; RM 218 Crest Cpl. seeking M/F/couples. Now obviously this isn’t gonna be my cup of tea, but hell, there wasn’t a thing going on. I drove through a couple of times and didn’t see any sort of activity at all. The drapes were drawn and all was quiet. Perhaps that message was old as well. On the 3rd time through I noticed this fat blonde chick getting out of a while blazer. Now this spooked me a little bit because the Arabs that own/operate this no-tell motel are infamous for running ‘cruisers’ off. So I left quickly and as quietly as possible. I went back to T-X and sat in the parking lot for a while. Another trucker came in and parked his truck. He got out and it wasn’t the best I had ever seen but he was ‘doable’. I followed him in only to find that the peeps were closed and I would have to fork over $6 to get into the theatre. So I shelled out the money and went in. there were 3 of us; the potential trucker, a man that had to be at least 150 years old and me. The trucker was playing with the old man’s cock, so I knew that this wasn’t gonna work out at all. So out of shear meanness I broke that up. The trucker left as did I, leaving old pops frustrated in a dark empty theatre. I decided to leave. I thought I’d make one more trip through the Crest parking lot and then head back to my apartment. On this run, I noticed that the drapes were open a little bit in room #218 and my curiosity got the better of me. I parked the truck out of sight and walked the balcony of the motel like I have done a thousand times before. For some odd reason I was nervous; I’m sorry but I’m strictly dickly and the prospect of a female in the room kinda sickened me. But since I wasn’t getting any I thought at LEAST I could see someone having fun even for a brief moment. I eased up on the window and there sat the fat blonde chick in the corner. As I moved on I saw this gorgeous male body naked. Now I was very curious indeed. I walked back past the window as I really had no choice; this was toward the end of the balcony and I had to back-track past two rooms including 218 to get to the staircase. When I walked past again fat momma was still sitting in the corner, but the male was gone. I go to my truck, get in, start it up and leave the parking lot. As I ‘m leaving, I notice that the drapes are now drawn together and the fat chick is heading for her truck. I’m angry with myself now. I wish I had NEVER seen that hot ass. I’m not about to get my groove on with a female to get to the guy no matter how hot he may be. But I had to see that again. I had to give it the ingenious Jeffrey try. So I got an idea; I would call and talk to the guy. He sends her to Wal-Mart or some other place we can get it on but I’m pretty much a one-on-one kinda guy. So I whipped out the trusty pre-paid celly and called. His response was not negative, yet not one that I could live with either. So I let it go for a while. I rode through T-X parking lot a few more times and then another trip over to the Colonial Inn. Absolutely nothing...I drove back to T-X and I thought to myself “I’ll drive thru the parking lot one more time, then I’ll drive through the Crest’s parking lot one more time and then I’m outta here!” As I expected, T-X lot was barren so it looked like I was going to cut my losses and go home. I circled the Crest one final time and this time I notice that not only are the curtains are open again, but there’s a new car there as well. Had these two finally found a guy? I had to know...Jesus, me and my curiosity. So I strategically park and I climb the stairs on the other side of the building and proceed to walk the balcony one more time. I eased past the window once more to see this black man hammering the fat chick. Neither of them saw me and I stood mesmerized for a split second and then walked away. All of a sudden I hear something pecking on the glass and I turn to see the face of the guy I had seen naked earlier. He was very young and was smiling at me. I smiled back and made my way down the steps to my truck...nonchalantly down then once I was on solid ground I picked up the pace. Hell I didn’t know how these people were gonna react; yeah, ok, so they left the message on the bathroom wall at T-X. Yeah, the drapes were open a bit so anyone could see in. still, I had no idea if this dude was gonna come out guns blazing or if he would call the front desk or the police or what. Again I was angry with myself for allowing my curiosity to get the better of me. As I got directly under the landing of the stairs I hear the door open and feet stepping out onto the landing. My heart beat a little faster as I hurriedly made my way to my truck. I got in, locked the doors, and started it up highlands bound. I pulled around the building and there he was still standing on the landing of the stairs. I’m about to shit, yet I wanted a good look...my window is down about 4 inches or so and he mounted the stairs and came down waving his hands and quietly calling out. His approach didn’t seem hostile so I stopped. As I stated earlier he’s young, mid to late 20’s, maybe. Very handsome, cropped stylish hair and peach fuzz forming a tiny bit of a moustache and goatee. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of gray (or maybe khaki) pants. I was in at least visual heaven. “Were you the guy who called me earlier?” he asked. “No.” I lied, “Was I supposed to?” (Not only a lie, but a smart-assed one as well.) He proceeded to tell me about some guy calling him and telling him if he got rid of the girl he would come up and they would have some fun. I assured him it wasn’t me. He then said “But you have been around off and on all night.” To which I answered “yes that’s true, I’m looking for some cock” (now what else would I have said? And just what would he do about it? After all, they are the ones advertising...not me!) His face lit up and I invited me up to the room. I declined at first, reminding him that I was not into women. He finally talks me into coming up and him and me going to the bathroom. I’m hesitant but I agree. Either this is gonna be great or I’m gonna be in big trouble, or it’s gonna be a huge letdown. I follow him back up and he opens the door to the room. On the bed is the fat chick laying on her side; the black guy is lying parallel to her behind her. The “slap-slap-slap” of him fucking her is very audible. They are conversing about odd things; more small talk than anything. It was very odd. He was asking her how long they would be at the motel as he’s pounding her gash. The young man and I headed for the bathroom and close the door....he spends several minutes in a feeble attempt getting acquainted; I ask his name and got the reply “Tony”. Then he starts asking me if I’m a cop. I assure him I’m no cop and then he produces a crack pipe. Oh joy; a crack monkey...now there’s let down of the night. But, he’s cute, very talkative and I’m in too deep so I allow it. I drop my pants and after he takes a couple hits off the pipe he starts suckin’ my cock. He sucks me until I’m hard and then I start feeling him up. He drops his pants and there’s a tiny flaccid cock. Now this is just fine with me, because I’m not into size at all, and the body is young and firm and he’s handsome as hell. At this point he begins to tell me he’s new to all this. He states that the black guy in the next room is the first cock he had ever sucked in his life. Bullshit. Total fuckin’ Bullshit! I have had the pleasure of a novice or two in my life, and Tony was no novice. He knew very well what he was doing to my cock. I also know what dick-breath smells like and Tony had it badly. If he got a case of dick-breath THAT vile from his first head job ever, then that black guy has got a serious medical problem. No one’s breath gets that bad after just one cock. He then goes on to tell me he had never been fucked and it would take a lot of money to get in his ass and he was only learning to do this to make some money, yada yada yada...and at this point, That little yellow caution light went on inside my gut and I started pulling up my pants. He stopped me and assured me that he wasn’t asking me for money. I cautiously agreed to stay for a little while longer. I sucked on this cock and I never did make it hard. He had apparently smoked too much crack that night. He sucked me a while longer, but I never came. The gruesome twosome in the next room had me too uneasy to truly enjoy the head job. I don’t know why but I suggested that we go back to my apartment. This lit him up like a Christmas tree. He was all for it and wanted to wait until she was ready to return to Louisville and he was gonna have her drop him off near my house. We played around a bit more then I left. Tony walked me to the door and asked me to call as soon as I got home to make final arrangements. As I descended the stairs I look back up at him and said “Just remember one thing; I am not paying for sex. Ever.” He said no problem and waved goodbye as I drove past. What a beautiful young man. What a total mess. I drove to the highlands. I was getting sleepy by this time; it was after 5: am Wednesday morning by now. I got in and called him as he requested. He said that it would be 6:30 or 7:00 before they would be back on this side of the river. I left him my celly number and that was the last I heard from Tony. I suspected as much since I played the “I won’t ever pay for sex” card. It was still an erotic evening. I’m sure we will cross paths at either the bookstore or the Crest again. And I know he will give up the ass eventually, if he already hasn’t; which I’m betting he has. Crack does that to beautiful young men.... Merci Beaucoup... Speak Softly

I'm Coming Out: The story Of Michael D [18 Nov 2003|05:48pm] [ mood | nostalgic ] Nov. 9, 1989: I had dropped out of college in 1985. I was working a dead-end job in retail. Most of my friends had graduated and moved on. It was time. I had always wanted to live in Dayton OH. Most of my family was there and the idea of city life appealed to me. Life in central KY consisted of working for Fruit of the Loom, provided you were fortunate enough to get hired there, and driving up and down main street Campbellsville on Friday and Saturday nights. This town is FOREVER stuck in 1950.aside from the occasional trip to Lexington to see Tim, life here was...well...there WAS no life; not to mention the friendship I had built with Tim had stirred the embers of a tiny fire that had burned inside me, yet denied, for years. Labor Day weekend ’89 rolled around and on our traditional visit to Dayton I acquired a job and a tiny house to live in. Nov. 1989: I had settled into my new home, my job with a well-known retailer, family that I was not accustomed to having around on a permanent basis, yet things seemingly still had not changed much. I worked. I went to my cousin’s house after work. (My only friends in this strange new world known as a city...) I went home and to bed. I got up and went to work. But, I was on my own now. And the curiosity that once was but an ember was now a tiny flame. My curiosity was becoming overwhelming. I cannot remember how I found the “Stage Door”. It was a nasty, hole-in-the-wall bar on Jefferson Street in downtown Dayton. Maybe I looked it up in the phonebook; perhaps I learned of it via Tim, with whom I still had contact. I can’t remember. One thing is for certain; a Homosexual...even one as deeply in denial as I was... can sniff out a gay bar/club in a hot minute. It draws us in like moths to the flame. (No pun intended!) I’m no exception...at one point, I even got the nerve to dress up a bit and go inside. I walked in and it was dark, smoky, and filled with men. The bar was long and rectangle shaped with what I would have referred to at the time as a chair rail. (Later I would learn that it was called a “meat rack”) I was petrified. I walked in and quickly made my way around the bar and back out the front door. My ass was black & blue for a week after; I got pinched at least 7 times during my run through of the place. Once, a month or so later, Tim came up for a visit and he whined and cajoled until I agreed to go in again. This time I would stay a bit longer...too long or at least I thought so because this particular evening was a weekend night and the other half of the bar was open. As we turned the corner to go inside the next room, I froze in terror; there was a face I knew! It was a guy named Michael. Mike was a hairdresser in the beauty salon in the retail store where I worked. He is somewhat older than me...7 or so years I think...a bit on the heavy side, thinning hair and glasses. Michael speaks kind of like what one would think a cat might sound like if they could talk. I had heard tales of him, most to be untrue. One Halloween, Michael came to work in “drag” so the tale started going around that work was the only time Michael ever dressed as a man. My fear and denial made me shun him. And now he was standing right in front of me and I had no where to run. I said a half-assed “Hi” and made Tim leave right then and there. All the way home I just KNEW I was going to be ‘out’ to the world. Everyone at work would know; my family would know. Damn Tim Fooks! Goddamn Tim Fooks! He just wasn’t gonna rest until he got to a fuckin’ gay bar... and now my life was over. Or so I thought. I made it to work the next scheduled day and to my surprise I was NOT the talk of the mall. I saw Michael a few times in the break room and still shunned him even though he had not “spilled the beans” on me. I felt I could not take the risk, however the tiny flame was now a roaring fire and I had to experience it; I had to know...what was I missing? Why did the gay world move me and draw me in so? I simply didn’t understand. But I had to find out... I was drowning. My family, which I DO love very much, was becoming TOO much a part of my life. I needed to make some new friends badly. I was not growing at all. The fire was consuming me. I knew I had to do something. One night I got off work at 9:15 or so and I walked out to the associate parking area. I started the big ol’ Bonneville I was driving at the time and started out of the parking lot on my way home. For some reason I drove around to the front parking lot towards the entrance to the mall. There was Michael heading to his car. I had to talk to him; I just had to. I pulled up to him and started a conversation, 1st apologizing for being kinda “stand-offish” towards him. We chatted briefly and I think he realized what was going on with me. He suggested that we go to a bar called “Changes” and have a drink. I agreed and, after he made sure I knew where I was going, off we went. Once there we ordered cocktails and sat and talked for a long time. “Changes” wasn’t a popular gay bar so there weren’t many people there and it was pretty quiet and tame; being a Tuesday night didn’t help matters either. I don’t know why, but I was very surprised to find that Michael understood all of my feelings and fears about what was about to become my new life. (Bow down to me, Maude Ruby, the queen of self-consciousness and paranoia!) He was calm and patient with this novice, and even explained that going to the “Stage Door” (affectionately known as the “Door”) as the very 1st gay bar I had ever been in was probably not the best idea ever conceived. He went on to explain that it was a bit extreme and I should have started out in “Changes”. Hell, how was I supposed to know this? I’m still in denial here...but I’m learning...fast! I was overjoyed! I finally had a new bud outside my family. Not only a new confidant, but a gay one; one who understood every single thought and emotion I was experiencing at that! I was shittin’ in tall cotton now by George! We talked for hours and I was beginning to feel as I ‘fit in’ with this new life; I assimilated to it pretty well I think. I was beginning to change from a bitter friendless person into a likable one. Michael and I made plans to meet at “Changes” the next night and parted ways. I was absolutely elated all the way home. The next night we met and did the whole cocktail thing, and a great friendship blossomed. Very quickly we became pretty much inseparable. We played things low-key at work, which in retrospect probably wasn’t really fair to Michael, yet as I have stated so many times already, he was very understanding of my feelings and fears. Michael introduced me around to all the right people and even invited me to M.C.C. Church, Dayton Parrish. I went, and eventually became very active in church functions. Sometimes I miss the M.C.C. church, however, it’s such a joke here in Kentucky that I cannot be bothered with it; of cuss, most ALL gay life in KY is a joke. But I digress... Michael also kept my hair in perfect shape; I NEVER walked through the threshold of a door what my hair was not flawless. Michael introduced me to Walt, who went on to become one of my very best friends (now no longer part of my life; but that’s another journal entry entirely...), “Mother” Bruce, with whom I have lost contact...Steve Z., Billy R. and a host of other people too numerous to mention at this time. Yet more fodder for bloggin’! Michel is the one who dubbed me “Maude Ruby Titus” ...and HE was known as “Marilyn Michelle” (“Marilyn” after the late great Ms. Monroe, with whom Michael shares a birthday). This was his stage name, but, truth be known, his real name was “Modine Gunch”...known as a Model AND an actress, Modine to this day is still and shall remain a dear, beloved friend to me. I do not cross the state line into Ohio without at least calling him. Modine is difficult to reach though. Modine is perpetually fashionably late; once late to a party by 48 hours...go figure! Michael and I had some wonderful, memorable times during my years in Dayton; unfortunately life got in the way of my happiness; my parent’s health...both at the same time...slipped a bit and I was forced to move back to the Styx. I was very distraught, nay, depressed about being torn from my new life and new friends by having to move back to “Podunk Holler” and Modine took my move very badly... Everyone has a period...no...A mystical “bubble” in time that is so special and so magical it cannot be duplicated. This was one of those times in my life. It was fabulous to get to talk to him the other day; I don’t know why I don’t call him more often. Now whosoever may read this need to understand...Michael was and IS my friend; we never got sexual in any form of the word. But he has certainly made in impact on me. He made coming to terms with who and what I am much easier, and proved to me that being gay did NOT mean being like Tim Fooks...which, among all my fears and angst of being gay was THE SINGLE largest one. I will always love Modine dearly, not for what and who he is, but who I am when we are out hangin’ together... Merci Beaucoup... Speak Softly

"Aztec" [11 Nov 2003|05:48pm] I slid into the parking lot of the Crest motel quietly. As usual my hormones were racing; it was open mic night at summie’s and Whitney did 3 of her poems that managed to throw 3 gallons of gasoline on an already raging fire. So of cuss, I immediately headed over the river and through the woods to “Grandmother’s house” also known as Theatre X. the hour was late enough that I could drive through the Crest’s parking lot without incurring the wrath of the people who own the place. One side of the “no-tell” motel looked promising, while there was only one vehicle on the side that usually is occupied by men looking for fun. My heart sank a little. So I eased around the front making sure to be aware of the front desk and the man who usually sits behind it. No one there. I went down the right side and checked the windows...most all curtains either open or the room dark or pulled completely shut. As I approached room #205 I noticed that it was open from one end about a foot or so. This indicated a body inside that wanted to ‘play’. The closer I got I began to think there was no one inside, I saw a hand pull back the drapes and a masculine silhouette against the faint light that glowed in the background. I decided then to do a walk-by to see what was happening. I pulled around to the other side of the motel and parked my truck, got out, mounted the staircase and proceeded to scope out my target. I non-chalantly walked past and saw a disturbed bed and a light on in the bathroom but no male body. I knew he had to be in there...I floated around on the balcony for a bit and then did another walk-by; THIS time I saw a caramel-colored hand draw back the drapes and the silhouette again. A little bit of fear set in because I thought I may have stumbled up on a trap; the Pakistan people who own/operate the Crest have been known to do this sort of thing to stop ‘cruising’. So I quickly and quietly made my way back to my truck and headed over to T-X. I cruised the parking lot there and though the truck parking area was pretty well full, there didn’t seem to be much going on. I then decided to give the Colonial Inn a try; I don’t really know why, because there’s never any action over there. But I went anyway and as I suspected...nothing. So I returned to the Crest. Again I drove through, and again the hand and the silhouette appeared. This time I backed in so I could see the window clearly. The silhouette watched me watching him for a few moments and then I stashed the truck on the other side of the motel and did one more walk-by. I thought “Ok, so I’m gonna try this one more time and if I fail then I’m cutting my losses and Highlands-bound.” This time I stood outside for a few moments...I could see much better this time; a hot young guy of Mexican decent, clad only in teal string bikini underwear. I watched him for a moment, still wary that he may be one of the owners of the motel. He stood motionless for a minute then sat down and pulled his cock form the teal garment. At this point I knew my attentions were invited and I proceeded to walk over and knock softly on the door. The door opened and there he stood. He was Small....no more than 5’3” to maybe 5’6”. He had coal-black hair and it was coarse, like the hair of a black person, with moustache to match. He was handsome; had a baby face, and tattooed a bulldog (which suggested a stint in the Marine Corp) beneath the word “Aztec”. He exchanged a few nervous pleasantries in broken “Spanglish” (heavily Spanish-accented English) and, wasting no time, I went directly for the small bulge in the underwear. He was semi hard. He took out his cock...a beautiful caramel-colored piece of man-meat ...uncut and not very big, yet just right for his small frame. I adore a natural un-mutilated cock! There were tiny balls below, almost non-existent, and as he got harder they disappeared altogether. I immediately bent over and began to suck it. To my surprise his crotch smelled of mouthwash; “Scope”, I think. I found this odd but to each his own I guess. He stood silently as I pleasured his crotch. Then he slid the underwear off altogether and lay on the bed, spreading his legs and bringing his feet together, forming a “diamond” of sorts. I joined him, returning my attention to his cock and massaging his hot hole with the index finger of the free hand. He moaned only once, softly. I think he was very nervous about the whole situation. I began to fumble with the fastener on my jeans and he stood up. Then he walked over to the table and began to open a condom and put it on. “What’s that for?” I asked. He didn’t say anything just looked at me and smiled. “I’m sorry dude, but I don’t get fucked” I announced. “Oh, so you only suck?” he asked. “No,” I replied “I love to fuck hot ass and 69”. This seemed to confuse him a bit so I repeated “I’m a top”. Now this he seemed to understand. Then he made a remark that made my cock go down. “Your dick is small.” Now I probably should have gotten up, composed myself and left, but I was already this far in, and he WAS very nice looking, and since I have a weakness for Latin men, I stayed until I sucked him off. He stood at the end of the bed and I lay on my back and attentively sucked his cock; given its size and my gag reflexes, I had no problem taking it in my mouth entirely. Finally he came, totally silent. No moans, only the tightening of his body and the flood of warm cream in my mouth to indicate that it was over. I continued to caress his cock and foreskin with my tongue until I felt it begin to go flaccid. Then I got up and began to dress. Again he made a comment about the size of my cock. Now a 2nd statement infuriated me and I whirled around and said to him “Dude, I know its not the biggest cock in the world, but there’s many guys that love it both in their mouths and in their asses!” he began to back up and apologize, stating that he never meant to be insulting but that he had never seen a cock like mine. He went on to say that he felt that he was “small” until he saw mine which infuriated me even more and I told him again that there were many who liked it. I walked to the door and lied to him, telling him that I would be back in a couple of hours and if he were up for it I would service him again. He said he would open the drapes if he felt ready for it again. I never went back. Merci Beaucoup... Speak Softly

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