Smile 300: Fammi provare del piacere. Gioca con me. Dolcezza.Italiano per: Pleasure me. Play with me. Sweet thing.
:):):):) Hottie, Lover, Muse. :):):):)
Thank you very much for the compliments on my perverted blog here! You’re fantasy is simular to what my own was in the begining, and may have been a bigger part of why am the man I am today writing a blog like this. I personally LOVE it when a dude starts to intentionally chew the head of my cock, and demonstrates that he’s going to be chewing further, and further down the shaft to the base.. Someday I might groan, moan with coaxing, bribe him to “go ahead dude, you can bite the head off”, and if I’m realy high that night and have smoked enough meth for the level of bravery it takes we might end up at “Come on buddy, I fucked you all night. Now it’s your turn to bite my cock all the way off!”
Probably having my pecker biten off is my earlist penecomy fantasy. I remember one of my earliest trips to a stand up sex club called Basic Plumbing in Hollywood one oddly busy weekday after noon introduced me the “art” of hard chewing of cocik at about the age 17 or 18, when a hot older man lured me from the gloryhole booths to a bunk bed, and began to instruct me that he wanted more intense/violent biting of his beautiful man meat. I complied, and when walked back to my1982 red Camero late that night, and turned the light on check the Bob Damron Guide for the location of my next stop would be, is when I discovered the sexy/grisly condition of the front of skin tigjt wife beater was covered in the mans blood, and my face was streaked with his blood from the violent cock chewing he’d requested. As far as I COULD remember he was grunting, and saying “Oh yeah kid! That’s It boy! Chew my cock! Bite that big daddy cock off son!” and I did remember him yelling over, and over while other men sucked, and jerked me off as a crowd was gathered around our top bunk performance “Bite Daddies cock off baby! Oh yeah bite your dad’s big ol’ cock off” over, and over as I shot my load in a clones throat whiel someone had about four fingers in my muscular, and tight bubble butt that was framed by the fashionable 1980’s speedo tanline right before I lit out of there in hurry for some reason.
Did I chew the hot boarderline bodybuilder’s oversized prick off? With all the weed I smoked that day, and swigs off off the hot mans flask he’d poured into me, and all the joint’s of primo weed the man had kept firing up when we’d take a break, or he’d go down on me with TLC, and gentle didget up my boyish shitter, I really have no idea if he left with that big dick that day he went on the prowl, and if the bloody shirt was just a souviner that I’d nawed on a pervs peter all day, or a clue that I had really eaten some dudes cock while he, me, and a circle of old men got off on it at that sex club on Fairfax that day that turned into night?
Till this day I run it over, and over in my mind that I did bite off that hotties pecker that night at some point. I know I was the talk of all the guys worked at that popular sex club everytime I went back till they closed a few months later, before they reopened it a few year later down in Silverlake.
For all I know I was shitting out that hot man’s penis who tutored me in oral cock removal that fall afternoon from glory hole to bunkbed in that Hollywood stand up sex club back home in the burbs in the black & white bathrrom at my parents house.
Maybe I was the sexy young surfer dude who bit a guys big dick off that I’d heard about for years after that? Who knows, you know how rumors are manufactured, and distrubuted around Hollywood„ but I do wonder if that TRUE gay Hollywood story that has gotten me off the rest of my life is really about me, and my middle of the week hunt for dick from the early 80’s or just something someone wished were real that they’d read in a paperback erotic fiction rag they bought at Circus Books.
(This really happened, and the actual locations, and reference to the date were NOT just added to make is sound truthful. That is how I remember things in my life with markers of vehicles, streets, and what people wear. I can almost always put together a PERFECT timeline using physical markers like that in my life as I write my autobiography. So don’t ask me if my reponse to this post is true, because it IS..Be sure to check out my friends blog here too! )