thepnutgallery | And Then I Did Porn (Reply)

Woke up with a hangover, had some water, laid back down. The guy I'd been talking to about doing a faceless video for barebackblonds.com hit me up, asking if I ever topped. Well, yeah - that's what vers/bottom is supposed to be, right? And what my profile actually spells out? His pics aren't very clear on his profile, so I was in for a great surprise when I got there. Gorgeous. He wasn't so big on kissing, and I think he might've been high, but other than that I had a great time. Rimmed and rimmed and rimmed him - he said it was the best he'd ever had. On the one hand, that's very complimentary, given his presumably vast sample size. On the other hand, if he was high, it might've been the drugs talking. Much to my surprise, his roommate came in with a video camera while we were going at it. Got all the good, invasive angles, and yeah, my face too. They both kept trying to get me to cum. No. I don't like doing it, it makes my hangover worse, and I'm certainly not doing it for you now that you've unilaterally decided you want this on camera. I don't really have a thick enough cock for porn, so I can't imagine they'll use it, but they did have me sign a model release after. I felt just slightly bamboozled into it, but I think I'm okay with the decision. We'll see how I feel about it in 10-20 years, I suppose. The guy filming said they'd edit it, show the finished product to me for approval, and maybe have me back to be on camera as a bottom.

A guy I had been chatting with from Oceanside on Scruff wanted to come over, and because I expressed a preference towards it, was bringing his partner. As tends to happen after drinking, my stomach was doing flip flops. More than that though, I seemed to have quite a bit of blood, but maybe wasn't actively bleeding, and I worried I wasn't going to be able to bottom. His partner was a total bottom, but since they were out and about when the decision to come over was made, hadn't had a chance to get cleaned up himself. Apparently the sex gods were smiling on me, because I had no problem bottoming, his partner enjoyed watching/giving/getting head, and the guy himself had a "transcendental experience." He actually did whisper in my ear that he loved me a couple times when his partner wasn't in the room.

I considered texting around to see who was interested in going to The Hole, but decided that after Friday, I didn't have much interest in playing cruise director. The Hole is one of the few bars I'll go to on my own. I usually know people who are there, and on the off hand chance I don't know anyone, the people there are very friendly. I spotted Hans immediately, and chatted with him and his friend. The Foxhole sex party had been the night before, and we talked about my reasons for not going. Tim goes, and you may recall that seeing him at sex parties is always iffy for my emotional wellbeing. Shortly thereafter, I saw Jack Degnan standing by himself, so I talked with him for a while. Jack had hit on me when I had just broken up with Ken, saying he wanted to be my sugar daddy partner. I take care of my own finances, and was definitely not looking for a relationship at that point, but did express that I'd like to sleep with him. I think we were supposed to, and then life went topsy turvy for me back then. He was newly single - his ex was deeply Christian, and Jack is an atheist who actively looks down on religious folks. I'd hit Jack up a couple times online, but he never replied. I guess he meant to come and play with me and Tim while we were together, but never got around to it. He still didn't take me home, which might have been for the best. I spent some time talking to Glenn Darney et al; they're all very proud of me for taking the Bar. Given that Ken was better friends with them after the divorce, I'm not surprised that they've heard less than glowing reviews of my capabilities. Moved over to Ed and Michael, and their friend Josh, but eventually had to leave, as it was getting on towards 7, and I had plans at 8.

Stopped at TJ's to do my grocery shopping for the week. Now that my temp job is continuing to next week, it's almost nice to not have the luxury of shopping just whenever. I like the structure. Got cleaned up - more blood, but nothing else, and headed over to South Park to Scott and John's place. I've been chatting with them for about a year, and just never got the chance to meet up. Lovely boys, both more attractive in person than their pics, and they have an 11 y/o puppy rescue named Sophie. We started in the hot tub, and it was probably the most successful hot tub sex I've ever had, which really isn't a very high standard to beat. Moved over to the bedroom for logistical purposes. It was a lot of fun - both boys are very tactile, and had similar, but not exactly the same styles of making out. Both the boys fucked me, and I fucked one of the boys and rimmed the other (at the same time, which is one of my favorite things). I had already decided I was going to cum for them, so it wasn't a big deal when I eventually did - I even shot my face, which also helps. We laid there chatting for a while longer before I went home and went to bed. A great end to a great, if unusual weekend.