FUCK ME! Just a quick update as I'm spending this New Year's Eve in the Big Apple sitting with a few of my buddies in a pretty damn serious Jazz bar and don't want to appear disengaged (or just fucking confused by the set currently being played). At least I'm wearing one of the six way too expensive tailored suits I got in London (you don't think I had a layover stay there just for the food?). So even if I do look a little bewildered by some of the solo riffs going on -I'm looking pretty fucking impressive I think in my own manly way. We've established by now I think that I can indeed clean up very well when I need to.
Sorry for the delay in Holiday blogging -but the goddamn near FLU I had (thanks BRO) actually got much worse before it got better. Still I was able to get myself heavily drugged up and well enough to put in an appearance at a very nice Christmas Dinner to which I had been invited. It was at the same quite opulent address overlooking central park owned by one of my early boss/mentors in the company where I have been invited to several Thanksgiving Day dinners in the past. The average age of the men at the table was about 60 with the average age of the women being about 30 (all sporting breast sizes much larger -and most bedecked by pretty dazzling jewelry of some sort - all real no doubt).
The after-dinner conversations always tend to be a lot more varied and interesting than the ones held at the formal table, which is probably not surprising when considering the pretty jaw dropping display of liquors the host has in his collection. He's usually kept pretty busy showing guests items (many behind lock and key) from his collection of military objects, letters and documents from the campaign of Napoleon. Depending on the shade and material of pants I'm wearing (and also the state of my bulge) I also tend to be pretty busy myself--fending off ALOT of conversations, most of which have absolutely fucking nothing whatsoever to do with Napoleon. But to get right to the MEAT of the matter the most engaging conversation I ultimately ended up having was with a guy who only showed up AFTER dinner. He was really upset at being late but thankful that he at least arrived in time to finally meet ME (which I initially thought was pretty odd).
He's in his late 40's and quite athletic looking. He actually had been a pretty serious body builder when in his 20's and that was pretty apparent (other than the fact that he is almost as tall as me -and I'm about 6'3). He seemed to know a lot about me and even more about my dad, but it was when he mentioned the name of the couple that I "serviced" right before I left for China that I finally knew where all of his attentions (or intentions) were likely headed. He cautiously showed me a picture of his wife on his phone which nearly caused me to have a pants ripping boner. She is 32 and was practically a body builder herself with pretty damn enormous melons (that he swears are all natural). So of course, I'm wondering -OK -well Merry Fucking Christmas to you too but what does all of this have to do with me?
He claims that his cock is only about 5 1/2 inches when fully hard (poor fucker). And he also has difficulty (for various medical reasons) producing much if any cumm. He says his wife has one of the most beautiful pussies on the planet, which is quite a claim given that I myself have already seen an astonishing array of quite beautiful pussy. For the last year and a half, he has been filming his wife having sex (about every 3 or 4 months) with an assortment of young muscular studs. But studs with large cocks who were also willing to go natural and creampie his wife's beautiful pussy as full as possible. He has a very expensive camera setup in their bedroom and the footage never leaves them. It's for them to enjoy and no one else ever. I said I’d think about it.
As far as definite future fuck plans, I will be visiting my Alma Mater for the end of Sorority Rush (the last part of January). I certainly need a serious fuck release before then so to me this guy’s invitation REALLY IS A GIFT. A gift that the doctor ordered; I think. We still haven't pinned down the exact night though. It will likely be this Saturday. Yeah- Happy New Year. I just have to hold off my explosions until then. Creampies are actually much more difficult to manage than one might imagine. Especially if one has a large cock that tends to get pretty deeply "imbedded" (if you know what I mean) when the time comes. And if the girl/woman ends up cumming at the same time (which they oddly frequently tend to do for some reason) it only makes the pullout much harder. Also, if I'm really going at it and still inside her I cannot realize I'm cumming until about the 3rd of 4th spurt. Not that that's an issue or worry. I will likely keep cumming for close to two minutes at this stage.
It’s just the whole business of being filmed (although he says he blocks the guys faces out in the edit) adds both a certain kind of thrill and danger to the whole enterprise. Its like I end up getting watched twice. Once by the husband and then once more by the camera. But its not like I haven’t done this before. It’s the ultimate selfie. And usually a lot more fucking fun. After all I won’t have this body for fucking ever.
Yeah OK. FUCK ME - get ready baby.
Sorry for the delay in Holiday blogging -but the goddamn near FLU I had (thanks BRO) actually got much worse before it got better. Still I was able to get myself heavily drugged up and well enough to put in an appearance at a very nice Christmas Dinner to which I had been invited. It was at the same quite opulent address overlooking central park owned by one of my early boss/mentors in the company where I have been invited to several Thanksgiving Day dinners in the past. The average age of the men at the table was about 60 with the average age of the women being about 30 (all sporting breast sizes much larger -and most bedecked by pretty dazzling jewelry of some sort - all real no doubt).
The after-dinner conversations always tend to be a lot more varied and interesting than the ones held at the formal table, which is probably not surprising when considering the pretty jaw dropping display of liquors the host has in his collection. He's usually kept pretty busy showing guests items (many behind lock and key) from his collection of military objects, letters and documents from the campaign of Napoleon. Depending on the shade and material of pants I'm wearing (and also the state of my bulge) I also tend to be pretty busy myself--fending off ALOT of conversations, most of which have absolutely fucking nothing whatsoever to do with Napoleon. But to get right to the MEAT of the matter the most engaging conversation I ultimately ended up having was with a guy who only showed up AFTER dinner. He was really upset at being late but thankful that he at least arrived in time to finally meet ME (which I initially thought was pretty odd).
He's in his late 40's and quite athletic looking. He actually had been a pretty serious body builder when in his 20's and that was pretty apparent (other than the fact that he is almost as tall as me -and I'm about 6'3). He seemed to know a lot about me and even more about my dad, but it was when he mentioned the name of the couple that I "serviced" right before I left for China that I finally knew where all of his attentions (or intentions) were likely headed. He cautiously showed me a picture of his wife on his phone which nearly caused me to have a pants ripping boner. She is 32 and was practically a body builder herself with pretty damn enormous melons (that he swears are all natural). So of course, I'm wondering -OK -well Merry Fucking Christmas to you too but what does all of this have to do with me?
He claims that his cock is only about 5 1/2 inches when fully hard (poor fucker). And he also has difficulty (for various medical reasons) producing much if any cumm. He says his wife has one of the most beautiful pussies on the planet, which is quite a claim given that I myself have already seen an astonishing array of quite beautiful pussy. For the last year and a half, he has been filming his wife having sex (about every 3 or 4 months) with an assortment of young muscular studs. But studs with large cocks who were also willing to go natural and creampie his wife's beautiful pussy as full as possible. He has a very expensive camera setup in their bedroom and the footage never leaves them. It's for them to enjoy and no one else ever. I said I’d think about it.
As far as definite future fuck plans, I will be visiting my Alma Mater for the end of Sorority Rush (the last part of January). I certainly need a serious fuck release before then so to me this guy’s invitation REALLY IS A GIFT. A gift that the doctor ordered; I think. We still haven't pinned down the exact night though. It will likely be this Saturday. Yeah- Happy New Year. I just have to hold off my explosions until then. Creampies are actually much more difficult to manage than one might imagine. Especially if one has a large cock that tends to get pretty deeply "imbedded" (if you know what I mean) when the time comes. And if the girl/woman ends up cumming at the same time (which they oddly frequently tend to do for some reason) it only makes the pullout much harder. Also, if I'm really going at it and still inside her I cannot realize I'm cumming until about the 3rd of 4th spurt. Not that that's an issue or worry. I will likely keep cumming for close to two minutes at this stage.
It’s just the whole business of being filmed (although he says he blocks the guys faces out in the edit) adds both a certain kind of thrill and danger to the whole enterprise. Its like I end up getting watched twice. Once by the husband and then once more by the camera. But its not like I haven’t done this before. It’s the ultimate selfie. And usually a lot more fucking fun. After all I won’t have this body for fucking ever.
Yeah OK. FUCK ME - get ready baby.
