Spank me, I'm selfish

Hey, dudes -- sorry I haven't posted in two weeks, but I've just been replaying Sunday, October 19 over and over and over in my mental VCR, and being mean and greedy as the men of Sodom, I haven't felt like sharing on the blog.

Now, however, I've found grace and repented of my past errors, so pull up a chair and pull down your zipper as I tell you all about the hottest fucking sex I've ever had. Seriously.

Now, where to begin? Well, that Sunday morning, October 19, I went into the city to rendezvous with my longtime chatbuddy Matt.

Sunday night I took the subway back to the suburbs wearing the sort of euphoric, vacant grin that one normally associates with club drugs or Scientology brochures. Jiminy fuckin’ Christmas, we had an amazing time. And what, exactly, did we do? Well, it was kinda like a live-action version of what he and I had chatted about doing, but with the added fun of a digital camera. As soon as he pulled out that Canon, I knew that I'd at last found a like-minded masturbator.

I really love this shot with both of us tenting out our underwear as we feast our eyes on the other's naked, hairy, masculine body. (It turns out that Matt's chest is only slightly furry -- dang! -- but he's got legs like Pan, minus the hooves. Fuck, I enjoyed stroking his hairy thighs and calves.) I mean, just look at how erect our penises are, responding to the other's maleness.

Of course, we lost the underwear pretty quickly. What a beautiful sight, to look down and see two male dicks, stiff and throbbing in mutual salute. You know, there's a great deal I don't like about the word ''gay'' and the baggage it has acquired -- not so much the "Oh, that movie was so gay'' that one hears from teenagers, but rather the Insta-Pride template that certain Friends Of Dorothy buy into, like ''Being gay means having an exquisite fashion sense not accessible by straight men.''

But despite whatever issues I might have with the word ''gay,'' I am REALLY FUCKING THRILLED to be a homosexual male. I dig -- I mean, I really dig -- being a man who's excited about his own maleness and who gets sexually aroused by the masculinity of other men. I've felt this before, but the sex I shared with Matt reminded me that I am absolutely infatuated with my identity as a man whose big male dong stiffens and throbs and spurts when I touch and feel other naked men.

And I can't wait to feel Matt's hairy penis against mine again. Thank you, buddy.

UPDATE: A reader responds:

Just looked at your pics of you and Matt, got me stiff, just looking at two beautiful HAIRY cocks being rubbed together by two hairy guys. (The sight of both cockheads rubbing together, WOW.) Boy did I make a mess!

It's so refreshing to see 2 hairy guys rubbing cocks, today all I see are shaved and trimmed cocks, HATE 'EM.

Glad you enjoyed the pics, dude! I know that Matt will appreciate your feedback, too -- he's justly proud of the thick pubic bush framing his cock.