The Things people Say... The things people do for absolution

Well hello all... it's been a while, non? What have you been up to? Oh yeah? Really? That sounds exciting- anyway. So this guy hit me up at the bar- I've been away for awhile. I found religion or Jesus or something- but I kept getting this itch and my pastor kept offering to scratch and before you knew it he was shoving wine down my hole... at least the bottle. Anyway, that turned into a new habit and before I knew I was stepping out of the habit (or into it depending upon his fetish of the day) for money and gold... Well that didn't sit right with me. It was one thing to steal Jesus' juice and take it up the bum but to walk out of service with his hard earned dough? Those altar boys work hard for that money- too hard to have Ted Haggard's Catholic doppleganger slip it up my boi pussy for nothing. You know? So that got me sad which got me depressed which got me drinking because it was 6 o'clock and before I knew it I was at the bar with this dope slinging his lame stories at me. And maybe it was the booze, or the roofie he slipped me, or the warm weather but- well you know, he got me wet. Here's the story he painted for me:

cum n get it hungrrry boi ...

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None compare to what this guy was doing to my COCK. His lips were buried in my pubes as his tongue swirled around my shaft.Even as my COCK became fully engorged he managed to keep it all in his mouth. He then slowly slid his mouth up to the head and teased the piss slit with

his tongue. This drives me crazy and sends shivers up my spine. We had not discussed what makes me feel good so his instincts were amazing. I knew if he kept this up I would be cumming soon and I really wanted it to last. I asked him to back off a bit but he just grinned and kept on sucking. My COCK was on fire from his incredible work and I could feel the cum rising quickly. He must of sensed it too as he buried his face in my crotch and took the whole length down his throat again. He held still for a minute and then used his tongue to massage the area right under the head. That was all I could take and my cum blasted from my COCK and filled his mouth. He swallowed it all keeping up his sucking even as my Cock was going soft.His continued work was driving me crazy. I could not believe it. My

COCK was getting hard again and I could feel the first stirrings of another load deep in my nuts, he was nursing another one out less than ten minutes after the first. Almost without warning I was cumming again even more intensely than than 1st time ...

F U R Rdy ..So is my RokHrdKok..

So of course I went home with him and of course I got out of my clothes and of course I started to unzip before I had the brilliant thought- 'Didn't you give this up for Jesus?' And I stopped and I looked at this many and threw up all over him. (Roofies don't really affect me- they just make me puke.) And I walked right out there and straight to confession and buried my head in my Pastor's lap and begged for forgiveness. A few strokes later Jesus and I were pals again. But you know what... I feel like I'm kind of missing the point... Heh.

Tomorrow I will

Wake up, brush my teeth, jump in the shower and walk to my balcony and look out over the city
I came to this city a few years ago in search of... My dreams? I wonder every morning as I'm looking at my city, 'How did I come to this?' I don't think it's put me any closer to fulfilling my dreams- H$ll, I don't even know what my dreams are anymore. For now I'm just doing my thing, getting by, more than getting by actually- maybe that's something. The rest of the world has it's dial stuck on survive but I'm living high- thriving even- sort of. I'm sitting on my @ss looking gay and pretty in a Rim chair above a slobbering buffoon who can't get enough of worshiping my tight @ss. Things could definitely be worse; I could be in Kansas City or... Oklahoma or something. What dreams will come later to replace this dream of being paid and pleasured? Excuse me-Please don't bite my @ss. It doesn't like it when you do that. Just ask it- look into eye and kiss it, now whisper how sorry you are for biting it... with your tongue dummy- yeah... just like that. Sorry about the interruption. Mmm... what a dream it is to have someone licking your ass. Better than kissing your ass, and you get paid too. At least I do.

I wanted to Hit Him

He just wanted to kiss me. After all this build up about what he wanted to do to my big black dick all he wanted to do was kiss. I told him we could kiss while I was deep dicking him, but no- 'He hadn't done that in a long time', and while he wanted me to be his first, he wasn't sure he was ready yet... couldn't we just kiss instead and build towards that next time. I hate F%ckers like this. If there is a next time, it will still be, 'I'm not ready yet', and I'll be stuck yet again kissing on some sour breathed Toad who gets off on the idea of- well, I don't know what the idea is- maybe my kissing really is that good. He's wretched. Why do some people think good kissing means washing your gums with the tip of their tongue. Good Lord, God gave you lips for a reason! F$cking use them! And not to eat my face either. I ended up having to train this guy in the arts of smooching and after it was all said and done, after I'd given him a F%cking Master class, he says, 'You need to work on your technique.' Aghhghghg!!!!! So there will be no next time (probably because I accidentially threw my soda through his plasma) and I'm stuck with the residual feeling of worms and snakes crawling all over me (that's how kissing him felt). On nights like these I always wonder, 'Was it worth it?' Well, this time maybe not. I didn't hit him; though I pushed him into a corner, pulled out my dick and beat off on him until I came, then I wiped myself all over his hair, pushed him down and walked out. Later he wrote asking if we could do that again; it was the most exciting thing he'd ever felt before and- he just really wanted that feeling of power loss to- I hung up on him. What's the point in getting back at someone if they enjoyed it?

what's my bleeding sign?

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This isn't Pretty Woman

That's not how it's going to End
I Know what I am and I accept you for what you are
You're a guy who pays boys Money for Sex
But I'm a not Boy
I'm a wily little Tart
And there's the Problem
I'm too Intelligent
You think it's Smart Admiring a-
If you think we can be more than... then- well
You've been watching too much Julia Roberts
That's Fantasy
That's part of the Fun
You can go back to Life when it's all said and Done
Leaving Every thing behind you
No worries about tomorrow
And then the next Time
When the Next time Comes
It's almost as if nothing had ever happened
Before
Because I'm brande New
Though olde
And Everything Old...
Take the New
Enjoy it for what it is
No ties that Bind
Except the Strings of Pleasure
Why get Wound up
In a Whore
When you know I can't
Give you More?

Dancing the Dance of Seven Lies and Deceits

If it's a Dance
Then Dance B!tch
Open those legs
Throw your head Back
Grind it deep
Pound it. Smack!
Throw it Down
Close Your Eyes
Touch Your Head
To the Ground
Dance the Dance of Seven Lies
Deceive Me
Lie to Me
Make me Think I'm the Only One
Until I go
2, 3, 4
Ohhhhhhh..... You want to Shower?

I was made to Love him

But He wasn't made to love me
Yes it's just a job
But for him I'm giving it free

He has no idea who I am or what I'm really about
It started as a hookup and now I'm hooked
He didn't get that I was a- well... but he made it feel so good
That I thought I'd let it slide this once
Which turned into 3 or 13 or once
And now I want him every night
But the bills have got to be paid
Love doesn't work when the job is getting Laid
I tried to cut it back
So I'd keep things nice and right
I don't want him sliding in
And finding that it's not as...
So I found me this nice old guy
Who takes keeps me square
He likes it he says
Having a boy to take care of
Who works Hard to please his man
And only his man
I no longer worry about the Score
Or having to Score Each night
It's not really a retainer
But it's a hot Load of Cash
And it keeps me- keeps me- has me kept.
Kept from What I want
I was made to Love him
But it's Love I've got to sell
If it's only Love I've got to give up
If it means I don't have to Worry
Even if I was made to Love him
He Can't Love me for Me
Cause I'm a Hustler out for...
Glory
Gold
Guts
And I Ain't Got no Business Falling in Love
In this Dance of Lies and Deceit

Walk towards the Light

Just Keeping Walking Forward
Straight Towards the Light
Right into the Middle
Heaven Can Wait
...I can guarantee Jesus won't have a piece of
A$$ as Tight or @ss Sweet as This

Selling Sausages

And it's not even hard yet
Put it in your mouth and blow
See how Much Bigger it Gets?
But you can take it?
Can't you?
Now suck it down
Your Throat
You Love the Taste
Creamy and Sweet
Satisfying in all the right spots
Here to deliver
Pleasure
Deep inside you
Pounding you until you Scream
for More
Coating you
in Juices
And leaving you
in Bliss
Spicy
Sweet
Delicious
Sausage
Just the way
You Need it

A bathtub is not a pratical place to have sex

Someone always ends up on their back bleeding and crying, or knocking out a few teeth. Case in point; I was with this guy who wanted to f$ck me while showering, and I thought... sure. I was curious as to how he was going to manage the lube until I realized he intended to use shower gel to slide up into me. Have you ever had a load of soap suds up your @ss? Well it burns. The next thing I know, this fool is fingering me with a soapy finger while whispering he can't wait to get dirty again... the body is a funny creation. When it is in pain it sort of reflexively does stuff like pull away from the source of the pain, in this case the soap which wouldn't be such a problem if there wasn't a guy holding on to my ass for dear life as a means of support. This guy fell forward face first into my soapy suddy @$$, got an eye full of the soap, was blinded, then fell backwards onto his back... I'm happy to report that I was fine... he didn't make out quite so well, while thrashing about trying to get out of the tub, he again slipped and fell face first knocking free a few... ouch. I feel sort of bad about just taking my money and leaving him there like that but what was I supposed to do? Call 911 and wait for them to come? I do hope he's alright... though I think I'm going to abstain from the tub/shower sex for a while or forever.

Simmering in the Tub

My favourite client (of the moment) likes to watch me bathe. He draws a hot bath and has me stew for a bit before I wash. We rehash the day, talk about current events, and then he drops a cube of fizzing bubble wash into the water as a sign that he's ready for things to begin. I always make sure to put on a good show. I do this thing where I slip the soap in between my- well and then I drop it, which always makes him laugh. ;D Good times. Good clean times. Afterwards he blows me and off we go. I wonder if it's just an OCD cleanliness thing or if he actually thinks I'm dirty... Hmm.

In House

And what do you like about me?
The way you kiss me; you kiss me like I've never been kissed before.
Love that song.
You do.
You kiss a lot of people?
Not so many.
That cost extra?
It's not exactly what most people are paying me for.
I'm not paying you at all.
That's significant.
Do you want me to pay you?
I want you to keep kissing me. Will you?
I don't know.
... Have you been to the pier?
No.
It's beautiful this time of year.
Nice sunsets and what not?
And it's peaceful... we should go.
That's a thought.
Do you want to go?
Maybe.
With me?
If I take you walking, it will be on the pier but I don't know if I want to take you walking yet.
Because I'm a whore?
Because I'm f^cked up.
We're all f^cked up.
Some of us like to deal with that before we...
Go walking on the pier.
You hungry?
You taking me to dinner?
I thought we could order in.
You don't want to go out?
If we do... I won't be able to...
Hahah- sigh. Kiss me.
Smooch...

I just wanna be friends...

With your asshole. I think I'm a little bitter lately cuz this total tool I used to fuck around with got me all riled up and excited to see him, only for him to bail on me. No, he didn't just bail on me, he didn't even bother to call, or fucking text or- I don't even know why I bother. This guy is really cute, and sort of edgy, he's an amazing fucker, smart, funny, charming, and... you think can can reconnect after you've already connected- established a connection, felt that there was a connection between you. That things can work out with someone, that you're not just another hot lay to them, that this is more than just false intimacy and artifice put on for a few hundred bucks then when you're all spruced and ready to go out on the town, WHAMO! They dick you over and leave you sad and waiting and wanting to cry. Whatever, it's just sex. But it was sex that I excited about, actually getting worked up about and for once I... The last time he fucked me... it was so good I fainted. Swear to God, or Buddha, or Zeus, or whatever- I fucking came and the next thing I knew it was the morning and he was looking down at me while rubbing my head. 'You got a little excited and... well you fainted.' Then he smiled. Do you know how embarrassed I was, how stupid I felt, and then- then he kissed me and told me I was beautiful. I'm stupid for thinking this could be more than exactly what it is. Some guy who fucked me a while back, fucked me so good that I fucking fainted, calls me up out of the blue just to see if he could get me. Once he figured out he could... well, why bother following through? Why didn't I think about it? It's been 3 months. Why didn't he call me before now? Why didn't I call him? Because I didn't think it was real. Apparently it wasn't. I don't think I'm going to go out tonight. I think it's an in house night full of watching porn and laughing at the cheesy dialogue... cause you know, that always cheers me up.

...Isn't Money Love?

I'll tell you after I get paid. Bitch.
The more they pay me, the harder I work.
The harder I work, the more you'll Love me.
It's not that complicated if you think about it.
Now shut up and smile like a doughnut.

My Sugar is Raw...

Madonna has been on my mind lately. I think it's because I fucked this guy to her 'Hard Candy' album last weekend. The entire album. I was feeling sort of toppish again and black dick hungry white boy (re: 40 year old white men who like being whipped by the black man dick) b!tches where all up in my shit again... so why not? The guy I ended up fucking had his vice like grip in his @ss... it felt like... his @ss felt like a tongue, and a pussy, and an @ss hole dancing around my dick the entire time. It was weird. I kept wanting to blow my load but every time I got close he'd do something different and off we'd go like that for another 20 minutes. I guess that's what you call tantric. When I finally got ready to blow, he pulled off of me, ripped the condom off, and totally guzzled my load... I felt like I should have paid him to tell you the truth. Maybe I should hire a hooker (and actually pay him) or maybe I should try to make this guy a regular... Not a bad idea that.

You'll Shoot your eye out!

Actually I said, 'I'll shoot my eye out!' And I wasn't kidding. I'm a big shooter, but this guy wanted me to do my self sucking bit and... well, you get the point. The thing is, I very nearly did. Shoot my eye out that is. One would think that one could just close his eyes at the precise moment of 'eruption' but then I got all caught up in what I was doing and- well... I wonder how I'm going to explain this to my doctor. If it's a 'He', I'll just offer to blow him... if it's a 'She', well that's a little bit trickier but- I'll still offer to Blow her.

Hot Latin Massage

Things have been moving a little slowly in this economy of late so I'm... 'diversifying'. There has been a rise in the Latino Top hungry Johns... I've decided to 're-invent myself', like Madonna and cater (re: pander) to that trade. Maybe I'm not really half Dominican. Maybe I'm actually 100% 2nd generation Cuban. Can you prove otherwise? Didn't think so. Here's the latest advirt; reply if you're tempted:

Diegeo Luis: ___ ___ ____; give me a call (no blocked #’s,NO EMAILS). If you leave a message, I will return your call.
out-calls available, serious replies only.

I PROVIDE A FULL SENSUAL MASSAGE IN THE NUDE... AND MORE

I am an easy going HANDSOME GUY. You'll feel very comfortable, very sexy, very happy, and exploding with JOY.
Latin/handsome/MASCULINE/DISCREET Sensual, Erotic Massage. YOUNG, 5'10, 155lbs

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TIME SQUARE AREA SO EASY ACCESS; Cum on by and take a LOAD off now

Subtle, huh?

I knew it was going to be strange

When I arrived he had no expression upon his face what so ever. For the first 10 minutes we sat in silence. That happens sometimes; the guy hiring you is so overwhelmed with what he has done, that he is actually going through with it, hiring someone for sex, that he has to take a moment to reflect. They come around eventually, usually after 2 or three minutes but this guy... Just the two of us squared off against each other, taking each other in- it was weird. Not a peep, not a smile; no indication that he was even alive. I was about to leave when out of nowhere, he stood, removed his shorts, and pulled out a rather tiny and erect penis. Again with no words, or indication that I was even there, he began jacking off. I decided to take the initiative and go with the... 'Go-a-Head'. He screamed as I took him in his mouth. He's lucky I have excellent reflexes; a lesser person would have chomped his dick off in surprise; I calmly grabbed his wrists and placed his hands on top of my head and guided him with the rhythm of my... suction. It was almost as if he'd never had a blow job before. He was so intense; thrashing about, moaning, crying, sighing, heaving, and gnashing his teeth. If it weren't for his hands, if it weren't for the fact that he was now face f^cking me, I would have thought that I were hurting him- I would have stopped, but no- He didn't want me to stop. This was simply his way of expressing joy. And that's when I suddenly heard an old woman's voice: 'IRrrrrwiiiiinnnn?' I tried to pull up, but again, he kept me down and pressed into his crotch. 'Irrrwwiiinnn, are you doing something bad? Dirty bad little things Irrwiinnn. I always know when you're being bad!' At this point I didn't care about the blowjob, how hard he was holding me down, or the fact that he was spazzing out; I was freaked and I wanted off. As I pulled away, the voice started screaming, 'BAD!', and then he started cumming and screaming, and I just stood there transfixed as I took it all in. As his orgasm subsided, he fell into a fetal position like heap holding his freshly pleasured cock, and began rocking side to side as the creepy old woman's voice which was coming from behind a here to now unnoticed pink curtain cooed, 'There there Irrrrwwwiinnn, it's all better now. Don't you feel better that it's all betterrrrrrr now?' I stood there for about a minute of this before I had enough and pulled the curtain back to reveal an olde woman sitting in her wheelchair smiling through the beediest eyes I have ever seen before in my life. 'Hullo little boy, did you eeennnnjooooy yourselffff?' I was... paralyzed with- I don't know what, but it was so entrancing that I didn't even see her stand and grab my wrist with a vice like grip which could have turned granite to dust had it wished to do so. 'Thank you for the fun, but I think it's time you to-' and she motioned towards the door with her head. As she lead me over to the door, she pulled out an envelope, stuffed it down my pants and copped a feel. 'Goodness gracious what a bubble. Have a nice day now', and with that she shoved me out into the hallway. I... knew it was going to be strange when I arrived and he refused to speak... it all feels a bit 'Psycho'-esque in retrospect but... ugh. I think I need a bit of therapy.

Selling Sausages UnderWater

Whether it be to Mermen, Starfish, or Shark... I the Tart will provide you with the freshest selection of meat available... my own. Cum one, cum all and suckle on delicious underwater cock. Brought to you by The Tart. *Word of caution; I'm a grower, not a shower so contents will expand exponentially once it enters your throat... just saying.

Checking on the Bubble

Don't you take pictures of your junk as the tub is filling up?





I was on my way to another job when I decided that maybe,
just maybe I should make sure the booty was still looking tight.







You see, I recently had a dream that my @ss had suddenly gone flat... As if someone had deflated it... let the air out if you will. I know it's not exactly possible... but still- dreams of having a flat @ss are frightening.




Here are the impromptu, in water results... Never fear! I think we can safely say that things are still quite tight. ;) And even better, clean! Delicious plump juicy booty. Take a bite out of that bubble.