THE AGGRESSIVE F*CK

 Saturday evening 2010 or 2011

 

I received a message on Recon Saturday night from a guy that wanted me to fuck him.

He unlocked his private pictures for me. 

 

"Hello Sir." 

"Hi. How are you," I responded.

" I am well Sir," He said.

"I like your profile.  You look very hot Sir."

"Thank you.  So do you," I replied.

"I want you to breed me," He said.

"I don’t BB," I told him.

"That’s okay Daddy.  Fuck me please!  I need your dick."

Right then, he sent a few photos that were in his private folder.

He was a very handsome Black man, somewhat

petite at 5'5" 130lbs. 

He had a medium / dark complexion.  He had a shaved head and a full beard.  He was fucking hot.

He gave me his address and Directions of where he would be located in the house.  When I got to his place he had the door unlocked.  I walked in, went towards the end of the hallway as instructed and turned to the room on the left.  There he was on the bed, on hands and knees, in a white jockstrap and a blindfold on.  His ass was poked out ready to be fucked.  I walked up behind him.

Normally I would have my jeans and my leather on. That night I drove to his place in just my boxers, my t-shirt, black ball cap and sneakers.  I had my condoms and keys in my hand since I didn’t have any pockets.  It was late so no one saw me.  I could give a fuck anyway.  In SF; there’s at least one nude person roaming around town somewhere. 

I wasn’t even moved by the San Francisco night air. I just wanted his ass.

"Hello Sir."

I said nothing.

"Did you find the place okay Sir?"

I pulled down my boxers and placed them in his mouth.

"Hands behind your back."

"Where’s your lube?"

He gestured his head to the dresser.  When I opened the drawer I found his goodie stash.  There were restraints of all kinds.  I got the wrist restraints and cuffed him real tight.  

I've fucked with other Black guys before but most of them were pretty vanilla which is fine.  But with him; I just knew I could get a bit wild.

I put my condom on, lubed up, lubed his hole and slowly began to push my way inside.  He attempted to back up on it as well as he could to become accustom to my dick.

 

I pushed deeper.

"You want it?" I asked.

He nodded his head and said, "Um hum," with his mouth still gagged.

"Be a good boy and back up on it."

 

He had a difficult time doing as instructed with his arms restrained behind him and being face down in the mattress so I maneuvered him  up more so I could get on the bed.  I got on my knees so I was directly behind him doggy style.  I unfettered his wrists and told him to spread his butt cheeks and keep em spread.  He spread his hole and I went in.

He began to moan as I fucked his ass.  The sound of his grunts and moans and seeing his mouth stuffed with my underwear made me more and more horny. The louder he got the more aggressive I got. 

"You like that?"

He nodded, "Yes."

"You want it deeper?"

"Yes," he nodded again.

He had in his drawer what is called a plow belt.  It’s a soft thick belt that wraps half way around the bottoms waist during doggy.  There are straps that the Top grabs to thrust the bottom into him; providing deeper penetration.  It’s equivalent to grabbing the bottom’s hips when fucking doggy.  But in my opinion it allows you to go deeper and harder. 

I took the boxers out of his mouth.  I wanted to hear his howls clearly as I fucked him.  I placed the belt under him, adjusted the straps to get more thrust power and began plowing.  

It was amazing. I love a loud guy.  There is "real" loud and then there is "porn star" loud which is totally annoying.  He was definitely a "real" loud which made me go even more aggressively.  He began to tap the mattress.  I slowed down and gave him a break. 

"How are you doing? You okay?"

He took a moment to breathe.  While he was resting, I still had my tip in poking in and out of his threshold.  He took a deep breath and sighed, "take it.  It’s yours."

I laid him flat on his stomach and start to thrust my my hips into him.  After a few minutes of fucking him,  I noticed it felt much different.  I could feel my cock getting much more of a sensitive feeling.  There was a tingling sensation that became intense. It shot through my body like an electric current.  It felt great but I could tell there was something different going on.

I pulled my cock out and noticed that my cock had the condom ring around it but the condom itself broke.  I came to a halt and informed him that it broke.

He looked behind himself reaching for my butt to

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push me into him. He wanted me to finish my task. Anyway, I was too horny to stop.  

I took the condom off and began to fuck the hell out of him. 

As much as I prefer to use various forms of

protection; there is something about how it feels to fuck a guy raw.  It makes me crazy.  It makes me at the top of my horny level.  It feels primitive and those fucking tingling sensations running through body is almost too much to bare yet so addictive.  It is great.  But I also know that it makes me cum much quicker. 

Damn near 45 minutes of fucking his ass with the condom and within less than 5 minutes of fucking him bare I bust a nut in his hole; but damn it felt great!

One good thing about fucking bare is I could blast but get hard again within two minutes of shooting.

After shooting. I laid the both of us on our side so I'm spooning him.  He placed his arms on my arms that was around his waist.  As we began to close our eyes in relaxation I start to stiffen up again.  He felt my cock hardening again.

"Looks like someone’s ready for round two," He said. 

We continued in the spooning position.  I slid my cock in his jizz lubed hole and began to fuck him again. 

After awhile his ass was creamy from the fucking. All that white cream on his black ass and my black dick sent me shooting yet again. 

After shooting he went down and cleaned me off with his tongue.  I couldn’t take a lot of it however. 

For me, orgasm is a very intense thing.  I would have loved to have let him finish cleaning my dick and balls but I was spent. 

After our fucking, I used his shower. 

"I had a great time !" I said.

"All I can say is,’Damn,'" He said as he smiled.

We talked for about an hour afterwards. 

We  shared each other’s coming out stories and we talked about the challenges of being the few Black people in the leather scene.

"Sounds like you need a Blackout." He responded.

"Blackout? What’s a Blackout?" I asked.

"Oh shit! You haven’t been to a Blackout yet?" He asked surprised.

"We’re gonna have to get your Black ass in the pit."

I had no idea what he was talking about.  He never really explained it neither. As we grew to be good fuck buds he opened me up to many interesting things.  And yes he did pop my "first Blackout event" cherry and it was definitely worth finding out.

On my way home I stopped by the gas station to pick up a snack before bed.  I kept wondering why the older lady next to me kept staring.  I got home, ate my Doritos and some juice, (Not a healthy night cap) and got into bed.  Then it hit me.  I was in my boxers and certain things are noticeable under bright lights. Oh well. I hope she liked what she saw.

TRIBUTE

AUGUST 23, ,2023

WEDNESDAY

10:32AM

What a wonderful tribute.

I learned of this term as recently as two to three years ago.

The term tribute in the realm of BDSM refers to the offering of money from a sub to a Dom as an appreciation.

Often in Findom is the offering of money and or the showering of gifts.

Today on my X page, I ran into a post of a sub whose tribute is a sexy picture sent daily to his Dom.

The caption read:

This sub sends his Dom a tribute photo every morning.

Here are two.

Posted were two pictures. Both pictures appeared to have been taken close to the same time and place. It was a picture of the sub in a jockstrap spreading his butt cheeks open. The other was in a different pose with him standing, back facing the camera in the same jockstrap.

I was so inclined, I decided to repost with the quote:

 

All my dedicated sons,

I so want this.

"Photos every morning, Daddy?" One asked.

"Hell, I'd settle for every other morning at this point!" I replied.

Being in an actual D/s connection where the sub and the Dom actually meet is much different than having an online relation of fantasy.  

For starters, it is often easier to have expectations of some type of commitment when there is face to face interaction.

A lot of submissive guys may be intrigued by the

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concept and fantasy of the Dom but may not take the dynamic as seriously as they would if it was more tangible.  I've discovered that quite often with online play.

However there have been some that have been willing to do whatever it takes to make sure our dynamic is as authentic and sexy as being face to face.

Son is definitely one that has been loyal to that dynamic though we have never met face to face. And even now that he has his new life with his partner, there is still a powerful bond of Dad/son

happening in our interaction (though it is totally platonic.)

And then there is the gentleman whom sent me this wonderful picture.

 August 23, 2023

“Oh my goodness that got me instantly hard.  That’s beautiful.” I said.

I sent him a picture of the effects his hole had on me.

 He replied via voice message:

“Woof ! Speaking of something that’s very beautiful Daddy.” 

Yesterday, August 24, 2023

3:25am PST

"Morning tribute, Daddy."

I sent him a voice message:

 

"You are such a fucking good boy.  Thank you for two hot fucking pictures.  You made my dick happy.  I think tonight when I get home, I'm going to look at these pictures some more, shoot my load and send you a picture later on."

"boy would be honored to be an inspiration for Daddy to shoot his load Sir," he replied.

"Awesome!"

I continued,"Do you mind if I use your first picture to post for my writing on my blog?"

"That's fine, Daddy!"

"If Daddy thinks it's good," he said.

"Thank you I always want to ask.  I take one's boundaries and privacy seriously."

"Thank you, Daddy! I would never share anything of yours without your permission, Sir."

I replied, "Thank you.  And I appreciate that about you.  Actually, I appreciate you all around."

"Thank you, Daddy. You make me blush, almost as red as you would make my ass by paddling."

I sent a tongue in cheek, yet quite promising video of me dressed in my leather with belt in hand and my mischievous smirk.

He sent a voice message:

"Yes Daddy! I've been a very bad boy!"

Today, August 25, 2023

boy sent me this. A very sexy image of him hooded with a riding crop in his mouth and nipple clamps.  I believe I can really get used to this.

Usually when I have someone that I write about I would use some type of description or a name that fits who they are or what they would seem to be like.  It is usually not very difficult however with this gentleman I had a pretty hard time.  Not because I couldn't find anything to identify him to. Hell he seems to have an affinity towards dinosaurs.  There are many names I came up with.

The one that just stands out the most is simply boy.

For me, I never really liked calling men "boy."  other than calling them a "Good boy" or using it as a prefix to their name like boy J. It never quite felt right or respectful.  But for some reason, It just feels right with him. 

So, I introduce you to boy.

WHITE ON WHITE GARMENT

Taken in 2014

Models: Rick And Jorgen

ON MY KNEES: THE INSPIRATION BEHIND

February 22, 2022

2:13 am

It's 2:13 in the morning.  I've been up for about thirty minutes prior to taking a piss.  I already know it's going to be one of those nights where once I get up to pee there is no going back to sleep.  I do what I normally do when I can't rest.  

I don't really want to watch any porn videos.  Instead, I read some posts from some of the sex blogs I follow.

I reach a certain post from a fellow blogger.  The post has an image of this blogger in a dingy, what I'm assuming was white, jockstrap. 

I'm intrigued. 

Something about the dingy yellowish tent not to mention the size of that fucking bulge.  And to top it off those bushy pubes busting out of his jock like a wildfire.  I want to say his pubes are golden brown.  It just adds fuel to the fire burning between my legs.

I feel my nipples harden as I etch this fucker's image in my brain.

I don't even try to fight it.  I reach in my pajamas and grab my cock and begin to stroke.  I don't want to cum yet.  I edge a bit.

As of late I have been writing a lot of prose and expressing myself  in somewhat of a metrical fashion.  I never liked using the word poetry. I just like to create and find different methods of expression.

My horny state created this writing: 

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What is this 

Tell me If you would please 

Tell me why the urge 

To get down on my knees 

And take in the scent that is you

And do the things I normally wouldn’t do

This is what I replied in response to his post.  As the horniness and inspiration hit, I came up with more lines. which created the writing ON MY KNEES .

After finishing the writing I read the article that the image was in reference to.  After reading about all the ass that sat on that thick rod, I can't hold it any longer.  I jizz my PJs. 

I wipe off and put on my jockstrap.  Before I click the second window I take in that raunchy image one more time, pull off my jock, bring it to my face and fantasize about being on my knees sniffing that hot taint between his legs.  I shoot again this time on the carpet.  

Fuck!  I just had it shampooed a week ago! Oh well. 

It was definitely worth the experience. 

Good news.  I got back to sleep in no time.  I may have a new nightcap.

The post that got me so riled up is from a fellow blogger FELCHING PISSER. The post Re-post: Ringing In the New Year—One Ass After the Other is one I go back to often.  Even now as I type this I feel how sensitive my nipples are.  And yes I'm hard. But tonight I'm going to bed with blue balls.  I plan on having a horny Sunday.  I don't have anyone I'm going to play with. Just me, myself and I (And most likely my camera as I love filming myself as of late. ) 

In the past I would have never been so bold as to openly share my lustful desires about someone I know may be listening or reading.  Let alone share what I wrote about them.  But as I continue to be more comfortable with my sexuality and expression, the more I am free to be me with no holds barred.

SILENCE

 

Sometimes 

Silence speaks 

Louder than words 

And the eyes 

Reveal more 

Than we 

Are willing 

To share 

ON MY KNEES

What is this 

Tell me If you would please 

Tell me why the urge 

To get down on my knees 

And take in the scent that is you

And do the things I normally wouldn’t do

What would my boys think if they witnessed 

Face buried in your crotch totally helpless 

Taking in the stench of your piss

My duty of Daddy Shall I be so remiss 

Or shall I just allow myself to be free

And do what comes naturally 

This is one thing I do know 

I’d sniff between your legs

Until it grows

Tasting the saltiness of your girth

Your hairy crotch I’d unearth 

Until unleashed the warm explosion 

Down my throat shall no other version 

Of this sweet fantasy of mine

Be reprised 

The day I get down on my knees 

(He knows who this is about. I still fantasize about it. It will be revealed in time.)

F*CKED

January 22, 2023

Sunday 

3:08 am

Hours after My First HorseMarket Event; Ironically the night that I went as a stallion; I masturbated thinking of getting fucked. I went home horny mainly to entertain myself by fingering my hole and jacking till I came.

 It’s been ten years since I’ve been fucked. I hardly ever even play with my hole. It’s like that part is closed for good…..???

Early Sunday morning in the hotel, I had my leather gloves on. I was stroking my dick with my legs wide open,watching myself as I filmed. I had my cock ring nearby so I put it on. I got it as tight as I could.  The cock ring had me so horny as all the blood was tightly giving my dick attention. 

For some reason I lubed up my hole real good and pushed against my walls until I got just the tip of my middle finger in. I kept pushing against the inside of that wall. Not necessarily going deeper but pressing against it. 

It had been so long since my walls felt anything pressed against it like that.

I definitely shot my load.

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I thought about that moment and realized, I want to be fucked.

I want to be fucked. 

Not dominated. 

Not pounded out of my gourd; nor do I want some asshat pushing my back down telling me, “Arch your back! Stop running!”

I don’t want to be assaulted. 

I don’t want to be subservient (unless he has the erotic energy to take me there.)

I want to be fucked.

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This would take someone with patience especially if I’m “tip of a finger” tight.

Someone not too big. But big enough to give me that deer in the headlights glare upon entry.

Last, I want someone who is okay with using a condom.  

Basically I want to be fucked by someone as rare as a unicorn.  Actually I’d probably have more luck finding a unicorn.

I’m not “looking” for this guy.  

I don’t “need” this to happen. 

I want it to happen.

But until it does; No.

 

If it does or not; 

I’m going to continue to “Daddy” the fuck out of these boys and carry on with the The Making Of Daddy Scruff

BURIED TREASURE

 
Like a pirate searching for gold
He found his treasure buried deep

Looking on in lust
He lay naked and tumescent
As he watched his lover plow

He watched his lover dig deep
The treasure into another

The howl of the young man-boy
Could be heard throughout the halls

All the young man could do
Is grip the sheets and prepare for the
Thrust of masculinity that would flood
The insides of his walls

The observer watched
As his lover showed no mercy
To the tender

Nineteen innocent years
Busted all over the sheets

The brute of a lover
Let out a forceful yell
As he pumped every ounce
Of manhood deep into the man-boy’s body

He leaned back and let out a sigh

His manhood still stiff and pulsing
From the overflow

The observer
Now parched with desire
Greedily swollows the sticky phallus
Leaving not one drop wasted

He turns and realizes
The true treasure
Is still buried deep within

He looks at his lover
His lover looks at him

Then with the force of his tongue
He digs to find his riches

“Push!”
The brute commands

The young man pushes
As he is pierced
By the long wetness
That violates his inner part

As he pushes
The lover that once
was a voyeur
Feels the warm salty
Cream that warms his tongue

It slides down
The back of his throat
Like a warm creamy treat

All three men delirious
And worn out
Lay sticky with the stench
Of sex in the air

Each one elated
With the gift
Of possessing
The buried treasure

THE MUSE

 

     

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                                               Date Photographed : July 29, 2013

ORAL TRAINING OF boy J

Summer time 2015

LINK: ORAL TRAINING

His name is Jose. He sent me a message in my email expressing an interest in getting together. We met through a friend of his that I played with.  Our mutual friend suggested that he give me a text so he did. 

He was predominately a top and had an interest in exploring his submissive side.

He asked if we could meet before we got together since he was a little apprehensive playing with someone to whom he was unfamiliar.  I agreed to meet him at my favorite bar. 

9 PM sharp he walked into the room.  He was a very good looking Latino guy, beautiful brown skin with short wavy hair, and a goatee.  He had a very virile presence.  We sat down and talked for about an hour.  He mentioned that it was vary rare that he bottomed and that he would love to learn how to deep throat.  I told him I would teach him how to be a good cock sucker. I could tell by the smile on his face and the look in his eyes that he was eager to learn.

After our chat we headed back to my place.

First thing I do when he walks through the door is tell him to take off everything but his underwear.  Slowly he begins to strip down until its just his tighty whiteys.  His body is hot.  He has a ripped torso, dark brown skin, short thick goatee and a furry treasure trail leading into his drawers.

"So what now!" He says with a slight Spanish  accent.  The next command is for him to get on his knees.  He stands there in his underwear looking at me.

“What's up,” I ask.

Jose says, “Nothing, just it's very rare that I'm on my knees.”

“You don't want to be on your knees?” 

“Sure! I would love to for you.  I just got to get used to it,” he responds.

I walk over to where he is. I stand in front of him smiling.  

“I'm going to train you how to be a good cock sucker. O.K?”

I began to coax him down to his knees.  He looks up with a big grin .  

"Take off your clothes," He orders.  

I grab the back of his neck and declare,"I'm in control now!" 

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He looks at me humbled by his desire to learn his new found submission and frustrated that he has yet to get his request.

“What's your name again?” I ask. 

I remembered his name but I asked that for a reason.

"Jose," he responds.   

“I'm gonna call you J.”

He looks at me with a lustful smile and says, "Okay."

I begin to tease him immensely by moving in front of him so that my bulge in my pants is just inches from his face. He begins to grab for my waist. "Hands behind you back!" I command.  Quickly he snaps his hands back. 

I slowly unzip my pants and begin to pull his face toward my crotch.  I'm wearing my blue and white boxers.  He begins to take in the scent of my crotch and begins to pull my drawers down.

"Hands behind your back!" I snap.  

He lets out a frustrated sigh and scowl. "I got something for you," I tell him. 

I head for my room and pick up my black leather restraints.  His eyes widen with either excitement or nervousness.  Its pretty hard to determine.  I grab his arms and begin to lock his arms in the restraints. I pull my pants down lower and wave my cock in his face.  He eagerly attempts to catch it with his mouth. "Open up" I tell him.  He quickly opens his mouth.  Slowly I place my self inside him. 

"Umm," he begins to moan.  For someone who claims not to have much experience, he does a great job on me.  However the goal is to get him to deep throat. 

“You want more?”

 I push deeper in his mouth.  He begins to gag and choke as spit runs down his chin.  After only a few minutes he begs for a break so I unlock the restraints and we move into the bedroom in which he collapses on the bed.

With him face down in his chonies, I begin to crawl up just enough for me to bury my face in his ass. Something about a hot ass in chonies makes me want to sniff him like a horny dog. I spend a good 4 to 5 minutes just sniffing his crack, wedging his drawers higher and higher up his beautiful brown  butt.  My dick is rock solid by now.  As much as I want to mount this guy I'm not. At least not yet.  Instead I tell him to turn over and place his head over the edge of the bed.

I know this may be advanced for a beginner but tonight I'm going to take him as far as he lets me.

“Open up,” I command.

I cautiously enter his mouth not wanting to be too forceful.  I slowly push deeper and deeper.  He begins to make loud gargling noises and begins to choke a little.  I stop pushing but I keep my cock in.

“You got this,” I tell him. “You can do it!  Take it boy.”

He begins to choke and spit up a bit. He comes up for air the best he can. At this time, I let up to give his throat a rest. I place a blindfold over 

his eyes that I got out of my dresser. Some of the reason for the blindfold was for the excitement of what's to come, some for power and control, but mostly because it helps to take away a lot of distractions and its easier for him to focus on the tasks I have in store for him.

I place my cock back into the mouth of J. He begins once more to make loud gargling sounds but does an excellent job tolerating my thickness in his mouth.  I begin to push in deeper. At this time there are gobs of spit pretty much all over his face and his face has turned a beet red. He's had enough.  Just as I pull out, he rushes to his knees motioning me as if he were expecting me to resume thrusting his throat.  So I walk up guide him back on the floor on his knees and start to pump again. Within seconds, he's gushing in his underwear with his hand gripped tightly on his cock. 

“I thought I told you hands behind your back,” 

“Sorry. I couldn’t control it.”

“Well I’m not done with you.”

Even though he was blindfolded I could see the sexual endorphins taking over his body. But I wasn’t done. 

“Hands behind your back.”

He complied to my command. I put the leather cuffs back on him and kneeled down to whisper,”You doin’ alright?”

“Um hm,” he replied somewhat exasperated. 

“Don’t get tired. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Open up,” I said in a quiet but stern voice.

“I’m gonna face fuck you till I shoot my load all over you.” 

I took the bandanna off.  He looked up at me with his big brown eyes.  His eyes began to fill with water as I began to pump my cock deeper down his throat. I grabbed the sides of his face like I was fucking my flesh jack.  Just like my flesh jack I pushed the tip in then gradually the whole shaft and stroked and pumped all while getting a nice and pleasurable rhythm. I tried not to go to hard on him as he was having difficulty swallowing.

I have no idea why the sound of hearing a guy gag and seeing him drool all over himself is so fucking hot to me.  All I know is that it took all the restraint I had not to unleash the fury my dick had for his mouth. 

I could tell that I had already pushed him far enough. So I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled him from my dick.  

He let out a forceful gasp as if his head had been submerged in water. 

With a hand full of his hair, I pull his head back so that he is looking me in the eyes.

“Ready for my load?” I ask.

He nods and sticks out his tongue.

Within seconds I spurt thick strings of cum in his mouth.

After that we wash up and he takes off. 

The next day I receive a text thanking me for a good time and looking forward to the next go round.

DON’T GET UP. GOOD BOY

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           ORAL TRAINING

           THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF

                 

Go all the way down.

Don’t get up. 

Don’t get up.

Good boy. 

M*STURBATION

 October 31, 2022 

 I’m on the couch in the living room.  My dick is swollen from chatting with another horny Bator. 

My dick is hard and a bit uncomfortable in my tighty whities but I don’t take them off because I want to see myself in my underwear. 

I walk to the bathroom and I look into the mirror.  I love seeing me in my underwear and t shirt.  I look at myself as I stroke my thick bulge in my briefs.  My white briefs begin to develop a wet stain.  It’s the moisture from my precum.  I’m so fucking horny. 

I continue to tease the tumescence in my drawers but I don’t take it out.  

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I don’t take it out because even though I just want to stroke my fucking meat; I’m also turned on by the tease.  

So I wait.  

I stroke my bulge.  I tease some more.  Then I stroke some more until, in a hurry, I pull my drawers down and start stroking my fucking rod. I spit on my dick and get it nice and wet.  I’m salivating from the self lust.  

I add more spit but it just won’t do.  I pull out the water based lube that makes my cock tingle like crazy.  I stroke my cock and stroke some more.  

I can’t hold it any longer.  I’m going to shoot my load.  I let out a sigh.  It’s not a loud sigh but verbal enough to be heard on camera.  I really love filming myself.

 Though I am far from an exhibitionist; I do get turned on by being the object of lust, even if I’m my own voyeur.

The white jizz spew all over my hand.  I growl as the ropes shoot out.  Each spurt gives me a grunt.

It is very rare that I shoot ropes.  Normally I’m an oozer.  What ever the case, I’m definitely feeling it and it shows in my grunts moans and deep breathing.

 As I come down from my climax I continue to watch myself with nothing on but my white t shirt and the sperm I shot all over my hand and the floor. I can’t help but think how fucking sexy I am. 

This confidence doesn’t come from conceit or haughtiness but from sheer erotic satisfaction in my own ability to love myself, to please myself and to fuck myself.