No more, please....

I know him as Carlos36, we exchanges messages yesterday. He asked me if he can sleep overnight, and challenged me to having sex all night... duhhh! I am a bottom, I have dealt with marwin and his lover, we consumed all their condoms - it was two hours of sex and I know I can do more... Ok.. let us see... Now, as I write this entry, the last memorable quote he said this morning,"No mas", No more. He had come twice in the night and we had a threeseome with Alex, someone he chatted that night and came at 3 in the morning. And at 10 am, having dressed for breakfast... I attacked his big, humoungous cock... I simply could not help myself from sucking that cock... it was big and just enough to fill my mouth and my ass.. so now, he wants me to stop, and let him recuperate.. nope.. I continued.. and he came again before we parted ways... and of course, I came likewise this morning!

Yes, Carlos36 is uncut but hardly noticeable when he is fully erect. The pictures I have just uploaded were taken after he first came which meant after more than an hour of sex. Jigs said he had fix the bed, but when Carlos36 penetrated me and started his rhythmn, he stopped, there was a shock on his face, he felt the same corner give weight. I said ¨No importa¨, and move to another side of the bed, another position relieving that corner of weight. Carlos36 is considered Maduro or mature here, so I was not exactly surprised that it took him a lot of sucking fucking before he finally came. And when he did, He came a lot, literally exploding himself on his body - and that is where I popped the question of taking his pictures. So - all the pics on this post were taken after he came, his cock was not at the height of his rigidity. Perhaps, next time, I would try taking a pic with me sucking, so you can see how I stretched my mouth and ass.










Update my blog, I have to.. I still have the rest of the weekend....

Damn I do need a good bed!!

Rasco have already commented that my bed is noisy, and that the neighbors might complain or would at least know when there is sex in my room... I did not care about them, I do not know them nor do they know about me. I was more afraid of the bed to crash down the floor! And it finally did!!

05 February 2009, thursday evening, its my second time to fuck with jigs. We met last sept or early october last year, it was a saturday. As before, he is a hard fucker, the bed was creaking all...ok, ok... let me back track, since I failed to write our first encounter, let me talk about him. He speak a little english which I use as a gauge in meeting men. My reasoning is that if they know english, then they are a little bit more educated than the common venezolano, and if they are educated - they could not be that bad, right? Education requires money, so at least the risk of being robbed for money is a bit lower.

Jigs has a rounded body, his body is almost the bear type, except he does not have the hair to be considered one. His cock would be regular by Latino standards, I had bigger, but few are as hard or harder than his cock. The less endowed ones feels better not by size, but by their stiffness. Between a soft large one and a hard small one, i would always choose the hard one. One can fuck with a hard cock no matter what size, and a soft cock would not get in, no matter how big or how many lubricant one placed on it.. duhhhh...


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Jigs is a master, I was a slave. He would slap me, push me down, spit on me. He humiliates me, he wants me to beg for his cock, he would push my mouth away, take my hand away.. and I was meek, quiet, subservient, taking it all, getting horny, excited, and harder than ever. I guess, it excites me, that this time, I do not have to think, to make any decisions, I was there to simply ride the game, enjoy the sensation of sucking his hard cock, to feel that dick force itself on my ass. I was as noisy as my bed, but enjoyed it all I did.

¨Yeah.. you are my bitch. Beg for it! Say you want it"

¨Yes, master, I want your cock". I look into hungrily at his hard manhood and with pleading eyes look at him. It was near and yet off limits.. ¨Please .. please

"Take it, take it hard. Suck it hard¨

How can one speak when your mouth is full?

Threesome in February

I made a listing of the number of times I had sex in January, 12 times - but I did it three times with Rasco. Rasco is my favorite, a chub lover, and sad to say in a relationship - thus our sex is really clandestine. Hell, I do not mind being a sex object, I love it, I enjoy every sucking and fucking moment we have. We did it even I have no power in the pad due to a blown fuse, we were both sweaty and yet he continued humping me. I am very grateful to him for taking the time to fuck me, hard, slowly, in an angle - despite that I am not a chub! He says that to me, you are thin for my taste, but your ass is so wonderful. I could only moan from the delight of his cock, it is always safe sex, after all, accidents do still happen with him.

The year of the ox means hardwork for me this year, that I really would have to work harder, I am slowly psyching myself to it. But I am beginning to think it is not only hardwork in terms of career but also in bed! First Sunday, first day of February, and I get a text from Marwin asking if I want to have sex that day. I remember him, we were suppose to have a threesome as early as October 2008, but I declined offering my place since I found it risky to open my door to two strangers! He wants a threesome with his partner of three years. He is offering his place. This time, I am the one who had to go - to a place I have never been.

I was in the office to do some work, but by 645 pm, I was on my way out to meet him. A lot of things were going in my mind, so for security reason, I did not bring my bag, left some cash, left my cards. I mean, what if - this guy is a psycho? Going to his place, I would be at his mercy. And there are two of them - I could just see myself, hog tied, in chains, being forced to suck, being fucked again and again, senseless.. oh Wow!!! That would not be so bad.... but he speaks english, and he seems to have traveled based on his photos, meaning he is educated and has some money. I do not think this is a trap to kidnap me or to rob me... but still my heart was pounding.

Marwin is white latino, so I was standing there on the street corner waiting for him after taking the Metro station, three stations away from my work place. Him, perse, I am not afraid. He is very amiable, smiling, the cuddly type. He mentioned he has a lover but no details, no particulars. Him, I cam definitely manage. He was really nice, and we walked to his building, took the elevator, and then.. inside was another guy - his lover, he was wearing cargo pants and a fitted white shirt showing a muscled black body! He is black latino! I do not want to be racial but Black latinos are more endowed than the white ones. I could only remember having one white latino that proved a challenge, all the rest I have managed, but the black latinos are usually a challenge for me. Hey, its not easy not to shout or scream when a big cock fucks you. At least this time, Marwin can stiffle my mouth with his cock as his partner fucks me ... all should be good.

Soy Flaco ... I am thin...

29 January 2009. I have been so busy with work that I have had not time to update my blog. But please, do not think much - I still have sex, I cannot and will not let go of a week of not having sex. Funny, I am a year older and more sexperienced here in Caracas, Venezuela - I still have to see the city and meet more people, but then, I really would rather stay in my house, and have sex in bed with these Latinos. Yes, I have been flamed and it is a bit dangerous here and I am lucky enough that my fucking friends like to cum back for more! However, for the month of January 2009 - I had the pleasure of meeting two new guys. The last one, Francis, had an unusual request - he wants pictures! Who am I to let go of such an opportunity?


He was very timid, shy, and so discrete. He did not even give me his phone number and he was calling me on a private number. Duhhhh. Anyway, with his discreteness and all, I feel more relax - if he is that cautious and afraid of being find out, one should let the partner do all the worrying. Am I really out of the closet? Not really, in the professional realm, there is still that bias and notions on having a preference for the same sex. Oh my.. I should not dablle with sexual philosophies - I have another blog for that. Let me go back to Francis.


I remember having a massage appointment at 8 pm and I could only meet him around 7pm, that is if he would not mind a timed sex session, and yet he feels more assured about it. I gave him my address, emailed a pic of my building, and waited for him. Here in Caracas, buildings and houses normally do not have any numbers, they all have a name, so in searching for a particular building or house, you have to walk through the street to find it! So for convinience, I took a picture of my building and I usually just email them - so far no one has been lost.


"Soy Flaco". Francis was sort of apologetic, a bit shy, ashamed that he is thin, explaining himself over the phone. I replied "No importa", actually it made me more excited. Thin guys are usually gifted in the cock area, well, at least 90% of the time. I was waiting on the corner when I saw this thin man wearing a brown jacket, looking at me. His body is around 3/4 of mine! He seems fragile, one that I can squash hugging too tightly.

OH MY EGOY!!

12 July 2008. It was not our first time together. I remember meeting him at Marriot Hotel, I was only wearing shorts and he came wearing a checkered polo and standing taller than me! I stand around 5 feet and 8 inches and with my built, I am not easily intimated by size but this time, I was quiet, I was aghast to find him taller than me, with a bigger built. I had mixed emotions. I was scared - what if he is not a good guy? He can easily overpower me. I was also excited - I could just imagine his hard solid body on top of me, pleasuring me like so fully. I was quiet for he is unexpectedly handsome!

We walk from Mariott Hotel to my place, each step making me more excited, he is confident and his smile was very reassuring. Our conversation eased my fears but left me more expecting on what is to come.

That first time, I was so eager, I could not wait. I help him disrobe, and immediately sucked on his nipples, those soft nipples that hardened in my mouth. My hands were busy undoing his belt, his pants while my mouth continue the nipple play. My heart was beating fast with the anticipation. My hand came over his crotch, and dig in - finding a hard snae, a python, an anaconda!! I was shaking with excitement, I moved my lips downwards, giving him kisses as I proceed to his manhood. Oh wow, it was not easy sucking his cock but it was so good. The size of his dick was such a pleasure to suck again and again.

Saturday Sex with Sebastian

12 JULY 2008. Saturday ... what would I do? I answered back a text message asking me if we could meet around 11 am that morning. Well, gallivanting would only drain me financially and I do have my laundry to do and who knows? Finding a prince is never easy, one has to kiss a lot of frogs or in my case, I have to suck a lot of cocks and be fuck with it before finding one that would stay and love me . . . from sex to a relationship, that is my route. Others wanted some friendship or relationship first, then they have sex... and then that would be the end of it!

I met Sebastian from Manhunt but I could not recall who is who. I am 41 going 42, why bother trying to memorize the nicks / aliases with the picture when one is not sure which ones I would really end up in bed with? I just play it by chance. Wow... another text ... he is looking for my building and asking for reference points. Duhh!!! Hmmm, a commuter, he has no car. Oh well, I agreed to meet him at the Sacred Heart Church, its basically two blocks from my building and a bit easy to walk. Besides, the first and last time I did wait on the church - I ended up with Eduardo (a bit player) a very handsome latino and gifted, truly gifted in terms of size and performance (sorry, he would not allow me to take any pictures since he plays bit roles in tv, so he says, but I do believe him. He is so handsome, and my heart melts with his every smile. I would have been a willing sex slave for him.) Sorry, I transgress - bottom line, I agreed to meet him at the church.

Waiting in a rendezvous point is exciting and scary indeed. When one sees someone goodlooking coming, you hope its him, and when you see an undesirable man, you fervently hope its not him!

Pedro

09 July 2008. It was a horrible day, office politics is very stressful, it simply drains the life of you. Knowing you are a junior, a newbie, of a lower rank makes you an easy target, helpless - I did not shed a tear but I was all so crumbled inside. I felt so low. Work have been my life, my priority and yet there was no satisfaction. I felt sorry for not writing and enjoying other aspects of my life.

I have just finished my monthly reports and now I have some slack time. Only now did I take time to read and reply to my emails. I felt bad that I might have missed the chance meeting Pedro - he had sent his pictures, he is white and okay. Based on the attached pictures, he is the average guy, nothing spectacular, nothing extraordinary, you plain joe, to talk with, to cuddle, to have sex with.

EXPECT THE WORST or expect nothing. I have always tried to think this way so one would not be disappointed or frustrated - and so it feels better when reality sets in like Pedro! I agreed to meet him in Sambil Mall, at the Efe Ice Cream - I need some comfort food after being dressed down and humiliated by an older senile officer in the office. I did not wait for him, I simply ordered a banana soft, its sort of a banana split but uses soft ice cream in lieu of the regular ice cream. Two ladies then shared the table, I smiled at them since I do not understand what they are saying, I thought it was the polite thing to do. Then came this good looking Spanish guy with salt and pepper hair (think of Richard Gere but slimmer, thinner) and I was smitten! Spanish is already difficult for me, more so that I am distracted by this smiling face of Pedro. Now this is karma - bad day at the office, and my reward is having a new friend like Pedro ... it might be end up a one night stand only, but definitely one that I would relish, smile, and feel good about. I offered my ice cream to him, and he did share it with me .... no scrupples, very open, very friendly... oh yes.. ice cream for now.. later.. i will share every inch of his body, and that manhood of his!

FOURSOME surprise on a sunday

06 Julio 2008. Jorge is someone I met from the streets. It is not advisable to meet anyone, any stranger for that is how unsafe Caracas is. I was a few steps from my building when I noticed this Six foot two inches venezualan, he is white, carrying that typical castillan face. He also looked in my direction - there was that something. That something we played for a while, I stayed on the doorsteps of my building, I did not enter, looking back at him - and he stayed on the street corner. Oh, if this was the Philippines, I would have taken the first move and approached him. Time is precious to be wasted on waiting game, but I am still new to this place and I have limited Spanish. What if one cannot pick up guys from the streets? What if the eye connection is different?

Saturday with Nicholas Cage look alike ...

28 June 2008. He looks like Nicholas Cage!!!

Wicked Wednesday

25 June 2008.