Dayton Dreams

If you've been reading my blog for awhile, you know I travel often for work.  I've been traveling further and further west in the past couple of months and I love it.  The guys are the kind of straight-looking built guys that make me go crazy.  Those fucking white, bubble asses!  Christ, they make me nuts.  Love the smell of their sweet pussies, love to eat them out, love to fuck them.  Love to be in them so hard and just dripping inside of them, you know?  I have to tell them, 'don't move, don't move', cause I'm so close to cumming.  I just lie there with them, kissing them, by cock deep inside of them, just dripping.

I'm currently at a hotel in Dayton, Ohio.  Here's a pic of my cock I just took.

And here's a shot of me in the mirror at the hotel

So listen, this is what I want:

I want a gay man with his head on straight.  You can't be a druggie...even part time...(sorry about that)

You should be positive like me so I can fuck you without a condom and we can make love like people are supposed to make love.

I want you to have a life outside of us.

I want to see the joy you have for life, so I can see life through your eyes.  I am go go go and with someone who sees the beautify and life and takes time to take it in, I am a better person.

And this is what you'll get:

Total worship in bed.  I'll completely possess you.
My generosity
My admiration and respect.

This guy has been driving me nuts with his fucking perfect pussy.  He's a masculine guy with very white skin and nearly hairless all over.  Thirty something.  Honestly, it's like he's giving off a chemical that is making me go insane. And it's like he knows he's doing it to me.  I look in his eyes sometimes and I think...are you the devil or what?  It's like he has a grip on my soul, my sanity, everything I am.

I think that's how I threw my back out to be perfectly honest.  He's a bigger guy with long big legs and I think the combination of having that weight on my shoulders along with all of that lower back movement on my part  ;) wore out my muscles.  The other day I was bending over to put something in the dishwasher and I had a fast, shooting pain in my lower left side.  It felt like I had been tasered.  I almost dropped to my knees the pain was so intense.  Since then, I have been having small electric-like shots of pain there, but its no where nearly as debilitating.

Things at the farm are robust.  The recent rain gave everything a second lease on life.  The lawn is lush and emerald and after it's been cut, you have to stand there and marvel at its green beauty.  The sunflowers that I struggled with earlier this year are up and in flower.  The struggle consisted of me and little fucking turd of a groundhog who made it his business to chew off the top two leaves of each seedling as it spouted.  The dog is no help.  She spends hours, stone-still pointing the asshole out, but do you think she ever runs after it, catches and kills it?  Hell no.  I have the world's only nature-loving dog.

Said 'screw this' to the mountain of work I had on my desk the other day, went downstairs, grabbed a glass of wine and headed off into the fields with the dog.  We crossed the stream and the 'wild tub' as I call it...a natural waterfall and place to bathe... then headed up the logging trail into the dark, still forest.  We follow a deer trail, well worn over the years, by the dutiful, short steps of small hoofs that have downtrodden its path. It's like walking in the gutter lane at a bowling alley, but it's a sure, clean way.  Once you are into the forest about 500 yards or so, the path levels off and you get the sense that you are navigating the edge of a dark, large brimmed hat before you begin a descent down a gravely road that opens into another part of the stream and more waterfalls.

One of these days, I'm going to find someone to bring up here, lay him down next to that stream and screw them right there atop the soft earth. I want to fill him with my cum.  Cream inside of him while he's laying on the moist earth with those stark hemlocks above.  Have the drumming blood in my ears, quiet after the rush, and have that sound replaced with the sound of the nearby running water.

Ass-tral projections

I have this sweet boyfriend.  I told you.  He says to me, ‘know one gives you the pleasure that I do’.  He says this while I’m inside of him, holding his sweet, smooth, perfect ass; his beautiful legs wrapped around me.  I can’t get enough of him.  He is right.  He has me completely.  I am spellbound.

I push my cock all the way into him, as deep and as hard as I can.  I slide my hand closer to his pussy and pull it open so that I can go in deeper still.  I wrap my whole body around him, then take his mouth with my own.  I would consume him if I could.  As it is, I grab the back of his head and tell him I’m going to make him mine.  I ask if he’s ready to go on the journey with me.

We look at each other, half bound up as we are, with my dick in his perfect cunt, with his delicious, smooth legs around my body.  We agree with our eyes that we will bond.  I take his mouth again.  I tell him, ‘Open yourself to me.  Let me have my way with you. Let me satisfy myself in your pussy’. 

I stroke harder and harder inside of him.  I pull my cock all of the way out and push it all the way in over and over and faster and faster.   I hold onto him tightly.  I tell him with each stroke, I love you, I love you, I love you.  He’s completely enveloped in my arms.  His mouth is all mine.  And then I tell him ‘I’m going to marry you right now’.  I make him tell me that he wants me to make him mine.  When he tells me that he wants me, it makes me go crazy.  I push my cock hard into his cunt and flood that sweet pussy with hot cum.

I keep my cock pressed as hard as I can into his pussy.  My cock pulses with each squirt of cum, deep inside of him.  He whispers, ‘I can feel you.’

Afterwards I lie there, my cock still in him and he strokes my hair.  He kisses me gently on my face.  I lay on top of him, spent.

I don’t know what we are doing.  I don’t know where or what these trips are, dark as they are, as ecstatic as they are.  But I can tell you that the two of us have converged during those times.  We have met somewhere inside, like its astral.  It’s a connection that will never stop or never go away.