you say it’s fuckin’ awesome
as you take the lock
at least you didn’t tell me
that it fuckin’ rocks
remember babe i know your secrets
all your pretty lies
and if i want i can always
tell your truths that make you cry
yes i know how you moved on
and found another place
but i know the secrets
to put a real smile on your face
go back in the closet
close the door and settle down
and deep within the pool of lies
maybe you don’t drown
i take my bag and move along
fully living my whole life
and knowing i’m the secret
you’re keeping from your wife

Warning…This is one of my Erotic Escapades.

It’s a St. Stephen’s Day. The Christmas decorations still up and a light snow falling outside. The rest of the city’s asleep. I’ve just seen the last guest off after a white tie dinner at my house–a fine, old Victorian mansion in the old part of town. My sub is a luscious ginger twink with pale skin and not a freckle anyplace–almost like a china doll, and fantastically sculpted uncut dick. We start a make out session in the living room and move up the stairs leaving a trail of clothes behind us.

By the time we’re at the top of the stairs, we’re both down to our boxers. He’s wearing the black ones he unwrapped a couple of days back. I scoop him up in my arms and carry him to the bed. We kiss for what seems like hours. I start making my way down his torso. His nipples are bright red rubies, and I let my tongues play across them and thrill at the way he gyrates under me. It’s time to use my teeth and bite down to send some exquisite pain through him. His dick is hard and he’s trying to reach down to tend to it before I get there. There are rules. He knows them. I grab him by the wrist and hold him firmly in place. I want to be the one giving him pleasure. I kiss my way down his chest, belly, and stop just as I reach his navel. I learned this trick from a boyfriend I has in my early twenties – younger than Reyes is now as a matter of fact. I let my tongue circle around the perimeter of his navel. When I hear the moans of pleasure, I plunge it in like a dick going into his hole. I work it back and forth, and in my frenzy at his frenzy I feel my own load starting to rise.

Suddenly he’s pulled away from me. We’re both panting. I look at him puzzled. “Sorry, I really gotta piss. It can’t wait.” I follow him into the bathroom. My idea is maybe to…Okay it’s not well thought out. Maybe kiss his neck while he’s draining his bladder? But just as he reached the toilet, it dawned on me. I circled his waist with arms. He tensed, and I took advantage. I reached in his fly and whipped out his half-hard cock for him. Obviously I’ve held my own dick while I pissed. I’ve seen lots of other men piss – sometimes erotically sometimes not. This is the first time I’ve done this though. “Go ahead,” I whispered in his ear “piss. I’ve got it all taken care of.” He trusts me, so he lets loose. It’s strange for both of us. Man, the feel of his piss running through him and into the toilet gave me a raging hard on. I flicked the droplet of urine from his member with one hand and pulled his boxers down with the other. Before he realized what had happened, he was facing me with his uncut dick in my mouth.

After he’d shot his load – yes I’m a swallower before you ask, I had my tongue working his chocolate starfish. Damn did he love that and pushed further and harder against my mouth. It was hard to get up and back to the bedroom, but we managed. Now it was his turn to give me a blow job. While I’m definitely on the medal stand in the Cocksucking Olympics, Reyes is the holder of the platinum medal they established just for him. I swear he can suck the chrome of a ‘57 Chevy from the next county. He also did his special trick. He slipped the condom on my dick as he was sucking it. Okay, kid, it’s fuck your ass time.

By now I was so horny that I swear it only took me six strokes to fill the rubber with juice, and Reyes came again. Well, he’s been such a good guy that I had to lick the cum off his stomach. We were asleep in each other’s arms as soon as we got the bed turned down.

Morning came, and with the new day came some some new experiences.

Simply Having a

Wonderful Christmastime.

i confess i’ve been a naughty boy
time to make jack your toy
put your tattoo on my ass
keep it hard and beat it fast
then a certain nimble spice
will blend the chocolate with the vice
black and blue with hearts of red
put me in your flying sled
take me round the world with you
up some chimneys down some flues
in the glow of solstice lights
i’ll teach you how to scale some heights
keep the switches and the coal
mend the body rend the soul
now that santa’s had his pay
it’s time for jack to have his way

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I have a couple of rules. Never date an actor. You’ll never be sure that anything isn’t just an act. I know. It’s a generalization. I should try my best not to do that.  And I realize that  you could, as others — like that silly Athenian — have done, claim that writers and poets can’t be trusted because we know how to tell beautiful lies that seem true — duly inspired by the Helicon Muses. Okay, I got it. Rule number two? That’s easy. While I will chat away with bartenders for hours if they are so inclined, I’ve never once tried to date one — or pick one up for a fast fuck for that matter. Waiters are totally different even if I know that  they’re with the Russians too.

Last night I had spent most of my time sitting and chatting with the cute little cub who was in town on business of some sort or other, but he left before I was ready to relinquish my bar stool. As I finished my beer, I paid my check and  asked the barkeep if he was working on New Year’s Ever. He wasn’t sure. I cocked my head to one side and scribbled my phone number on the back of my copy of the bar bill, handed it to him, and said that if he does wind up pulling beer and thinning gin as the old year passes and the new one begins to let me know. I’d come sit a spell. Otherwise, I’d find somewhere else to play. Did he get all the implications? I’m not sure. Will he call? Who knows. And even if I wind up there, will anything come of it?  Dunno. After all, I could be dealing with a straight guy. My Gaydar ® could be off after all.

So here’s something else I wouldn’t have dreamed of doing six months ago. And to be totally honest, I didn’t think about it last night. I just did it. As the old year winds down, Jack finds a new part of himself, and that is a very good thing. So, mayhap at some point I’ll date an actor — just because. But no worries, I’ll never take advantage of singing chefs. ; )=