Hey, troops! Sorry about the unannounced intermission; between paid freelance work and the distraction of the war coverage, I just didn't feel like blogging for the past few days -- which is not to say that I've been ignoring my dick, of course. As a rule, I try to blog every day, but if there's ever another hiatus like this, don't panic; I fucking love to talk at other guys about masturbation, so just be patient and keep checking back.

So, I mentioned the other day that I got together with a first-timer over this past weekend. We'd had some hot chats online and over the phone for a week or so before that -- the guy was 26 years old and had long wanted to feel another man's hard penis in his hand, to be naked and erect with a buddy, but his very conservative religious upbringing had always made him ignore the urge he felt to express his masculine sex drive through mutual male/male cock pleasure. Reading my stuff here finally drove him to explore what he'd been fantasizing about.

So, like I said, we agreed to meet for lunch. He'd been worried, in email, that I'd think he looked ugly, but he turned out to be a handsome guy. Not movie-star handsome; just attractive in a nice, average way. A little overweight, but I think a few extra pounds can often make a man look solid, and that was the case with this guy.

''The whole day at work yesterday I was thinking about getting together with you,'' he said, as we sat there in the little Ukrainian cafe on 2nd avenue. ''And one of the interns came by and asked for my help with this thing he was working on, and I was like, well, it was not the ideal moment for me to stand up...''

''I think it's hot that you were getting hard at work,'' I told him in a low chuckle around a mouthful of cheese blintz, wanting to tease him a little by talking dirty in public, without actually embarrassing him. He grinned, eyes widening a little, and nodded -- it was noisy in the restaurant; no one could've actually heard what I said.

''Oh, man, I've been thinking about this for so long. You have no idea. My friends keep trying to set me up with girls, but I see guys at the gym and I know who I want to be with. God, do I sound nervous?''

''I remember how I was before my first time, when I was waiting to meet the guy I was gonna do it with,'' I said, feeling my penis start to stiffen at the memory. ''Couldn't sleep at all the night before... I was literally shaking with excitement in bed, just imagining what it would be like to get naked with another dude'' -- my voice dropped to an intimate whisper -- ''touch his dick.''

We finished our food like that, grinning, two guys talking about male/male sex in husky voices over blintzes, exciting ourselves. Finally: ''So... should we head to your place?'' We made our way to Penn Station to catch the Long Island Rail out to his neighborhood in Queens. Got in the door, door locked, coats off, kicked back on the couch, and...

''Well,'' I said, and then he was leaning in to kiss me. That was a minor surprise -- I wasn't comfortable with kissing another guy my first time -- but also very welcome, since my first time was ten years ago and I've long since grown to love the feel of a man's lips against mine. Deep masculine kisses, tongues wrestling, knowing that you're both gonna end up with stubble burn but finding that sexy as hell. I broke off the kiss long enough to comment on how eager he was to taste my mouth.

''I told you, I've been fantasizing about this a lot,'' he drawled, happy as a dog getting its belly scratched, before grabbing the back of my neck to pull our mouths together again. I responded by reaching down to caress the bulge in his crotch -- ah, the fucker was totally erect, just like me. He had his hands on my package about three nanoseconds later, grasping my rigid penis through the jeans so that you could clearly see the contours of the thick glans. I slipped my hand under his shirt... mmm, nice furry belly that I was gonna enjoy rubbing my throbbing cock all fucking over!

''Let's take our shirts off,'' I suggested, and he wasted no time obliging. ''Yeah,'' I breathed against his neck, my hands running over his back as the hardness in his pants jabbed like a flesh battering ram into my own crotch -- Let me in!. ''Look at those two fucking hairy male chests rubbing together, dude -- feels so fucking good being skin to skin with another man like this, doesn't it?'' He answered by growling and grinding his cock harder against mine, which I took to mean ''Yes.''

^{[Hmmm... come to think of it, I've got a backlog of other stuff I wanted to talk about and pics I wanted to put up, so maybe I'll make this story a two-parter and leave off with a thrilling cliffhanger ]}

''I want to see your fucking dick now,'' I said, my fingers grazing the ridge of the erection that surged in his pants, just two layers of fabric away from my eyes and my hands, as I fumbled at his belt buckle...