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My partner and I have been together for 17 years. Even we are amazed by our relationship. You could well imagine that there’s not much out there we haven’t tried. But to tell you the truth, most of our play has been about opening up our relationship to other men from time to time, and anal toys. We recently tried the penis pump thing, and it was so good we are totally hooked.

He surprised me one night; I heard a noise in the bedroom not long after dinner and I came in to find him there fully nude, fully erect, with the pumping cylinder around his member. I think it did make him seem bigger, even though I’ve never been concerned with size. I lubed up and tried it next. What I love about the penis pump is the almost unbearably delicious snugness that it creates. It blew my mind, and it didn’t take too long for the same result for Mr. Happy.

It’s great to know that a couple of older gay men still have something to discover together. Sex toys make the adventure even more fun.

Hey guys! It’s me, Ed again with the lube obsession. Well, maybe I shouldn’t classify myself as obsessed, but I am an enthusiast, as you saw in my last post. It helps, given my particular appetite— being a masturbator is a way of life. I haven’t been able to keep my cock out of my hand for more than 5 minutes in years, LOL. If any of you sweet gay boys want to stroke with me over the webcam sometime, you know where to find me. It can’t hurt to ask

Anyway, someone had asked about lubes for gay sex toys. By that, do you mean mostly anal toys? You definitely want to use a lot of lubrication, and always something water-based if you plan to have someone fuck you (and of course, using a condom is a no-brainer). If you are using a lubricant to jack off like I do, just find one that feels good on that hard-on of yours and will withstand all that rubbing. Mmm, I get hot just typing those words.

I like my exotic anal lubricant experiences, but find that I often fall back on something tried and true. 2 nights ago, I got a little sloppy with ripe mango and some cantaloupe (!). After I rode the edge for what seemed like eternity, I wiped off, took a palm full of my trusty JO System, turned on one of my favorite gay porn sites, and shot one hot load! The unconventional lube gets me hot, but it’s the smooth, clear formulas that finally do the trick.

Brian and I just had a really good week on Martha’s Vineyard. We splurged on a nice bed & breakfast and enjoyed the moderate weather. The best thing about this time away was that we really did what we wanted to do, which was mostly spend lazy hours reading on the chaise lounges, discovering delicious vegetarian cuisine and good wines, and making love. We figured there’d be plenty of gay men for us to party with when we got home.

Can I just tell you that Brian is an incredible kisser? There is something so exquisite about the tenderness of his thin lips, and the fact that he absolutely loves kissing. I haven’t found that in many lovers—a gentle top! Joy! We discovered a great sex pattern—we kiss and love on each other for a good long time, and when we are ready, he enters me. With me up on my knees, I have plenty of room to use the jelly sleeve. What a great gay sex toy experience—Brian filling me completely, while I am stuffed deep inside the masturbator that is made just like a tight bum. Sometimes he reaches around and works it, sometimes I do. We don’t quite have simultaneous orgasm down, but we come close (pun intended). It’s nice, too, because since I am a bottom, I have wished there were some gay toys around when former lovers lost interest in helping me get off once they did. No such problem with this great guy. All in all, we took the week—and our sex— at a nice, slow pace, which was absolutely perfect for us.

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Some of you guys might freak out about the party I went to this weekend, but believe me when I tell you it was totally HOT! This was on the Upper Westside; it was like all the others, but with a twist… There was a woman there! I know it sounds funny from a guy as gay as me, but it was great!

Things got going around 10. Everyone stripped down to their BVD’s or whatever fetish wear they liked. The girl wore a tasteful black miniskirt and pasties that my drag buddies would kill for. It was her job to serve us – she was ready at all times with two trays of lubricants, towelettes, assorted butt plugs and other anal toys…everything. She even fetched drinks. I think it was some kind of fantasy for her to watch all these fags jerking off and jerking each other off around her. She seemed pretty happy.

I took some lubricant from her tray and got myself started. Across the room, there were two guys who showed up together who were watching me—they stroked each other while keeping an eye on my rock hard cock and studded cock ring. We eventually wound up in a three-way circle jerk that ended with me coming all over my hand, them lying me down, and spraying their cum all over my chest as I listened to the grunts and moans of other guys all around me. Incredible. She offered, so I let the woman wipe me off. It was kind of a trip. It wasn’t long before I was ready for Round 2.

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Howdy, boys- I just got back from the beach you crazy guys sent me to! I have to admit, it was excellent. I was nervous about going to a nude beach, but once I was there it was no problem at all. To tell you the truth, if only to get an eyeful of all those hot gay men, it was totally worth it. The sun, sand, and surf were definite pluses, though!

One thing I found so funny was that so many guys were wearing cock rings. Is that proper nude beach attire these days? I have a cock ring that really keeps me up and shows off my package nicely, but I didn’t imagine that it would be appropriate there. I wonder where it will stop… next season will the same gay men be walking around with anal toys up in their booties? Just kidding – I trust that even the biggest queens have more taste. LMFAO!

Those firm butts, and the tasty-looking dicks framed with “beach attire” sure were easy on these eyes. I also discovered how the beach really is for everyone – I saw a lot of regular folks there, too, not just Adonis clones, and that made me feel comfortable. Good call, guys. I loved it, & I’ll be back next summer.

The soft blue-gray smoke flittered past Miss Beatrice’s equally blue-gray eyes as I tried to stifle a smile. This was just too cliché’: a tall attractive woman dressed in a tight, lime-green business suit, sitting across from me, her legs crossed high at the knee; smoking a whisper-thin cigar between full ruby-red lips; staring hard across the wooden floor of my living room as I bent to peel off my jeans.

Really, this would have been the perfect scene if I were a straight guy!

“I think I said _completely_ bare?” Miss Beatrice repeated, releasing the thin cigar from her lips and knocking a pinch of ash into the plate I had retrieved for her.

Watching her light eyes watching me I realized then that there was probably never a time I didn’t see my landlord without her full lips engaged. Keeping her long-legged body trim, trying to stave-off what she admitted was uncontrollable snacking; Miss Beatrice gave this as the excuse why she smoked so much. I never saw her without those wonderful lips wrapped around one of her thin European cigars. Add to this the fact that Miss Beatrice spoke in a broken English, Russian-tinged accent made the lady all that more mysterious.

A wicked women of fantasy…if I were a straight guy!

“Peter, I know you are a gay man,” the lady announced to my pale walls. “This is not about your sexuality at all.”

With as deft a movement as I had ever seen anyone make, my lanky landlady stood from the high-backed chair and took three steps across and the floor and around me. Her modest heels click-a’ clicking, as she walked I metered her every step watching as well as hearing her. When she got settled behind me, Miss Beatrice reached down and SWAT me lightly dead center of my ass!

“I ah…” I tried to recover as SWAT, Miss Beatrice connected again. I looked over my shoulder at her standing there, cigar stuck firmly between her pressed lips, her eyes down to where she had just hit.

“You have a very nice bottom,” she said in a plume of exhale. “I am sure your gay men like it very much.”

SMAT SWAT, Miss Beatrice tickled my bottom again.

“I am sure you have had some very nice cocks in it,” she said, fondling me through my briefs. I tried not to roll up on tiptoes, but I do have a thing for having my ass tickled and played with, from a man or woman.

“Nice lubricated thick cocks going up it very slow,” my landlady continued pushing her middle finger into the crack of my ass, hammock-ing the material of my underwear up into me.

“Maybe a nice anal toy or two,” she said, continuing to tickle and touch me.

I was rock hard now. God knows I could have easily stopped any of this at any time; from the moments she knocked, asked me for a chair and “ashtway” and then told me she had a request, I didn’t have to welcome, but all the same something she could not get out of her head, a “little look-see” is what she called it.

“Maybe even..” and here the lady reached around me, pressing up close to my back with cherry smoke scent and big tits and cupped my tenting cock in her hands. “…maybe even a nice tight cock ring round this, hmmm?”

I began to lean forward despite not wanting to but my devilish landlady stepped back from me then and walked around me and back to her chair dead center of the room. Staring deep into my eyes with her own wide light pools of naughtiness, Miss Beatrice sat to regard me once again.

“Now, let me see and I’ll be on my way,” she said and I gulped, smiled (or did I smile and gulp?) and peeled down my _tighty whities_.

“See, even a nice young gay man like yourself can respond to a woman.”

With any other lady, in any other circumstance this entire escapade would have embarrassed and humiliated me, but with Miss Beatrice, I felt safe. I knew this was just a fun game she was having with me and by the look on her widening eyes she really liked my cock. Plus, I’m not such a stick-in-the-mud twink that I won’t be flattered with anyone admiring my cock!

 “Just show me that ass and then I’ll be going,” the thin-nosed lady said and I turned to show Miss Beatrice what I know is my most perfect ass-sets.

Let’s face it, my cock is average at best, maybe a little thicker than most, but my tight high buns are what really make all my girl friends jealous and my lovers crazy. Miss Beatrice was right, from anal toys to hard lubricated cocks I had had plenty up my ass in my short years.

“Oh my my,” the lady said behind me as I even bent a bit for her to really get a good view.

“Oh my my,” she repeated. “I think I really must be going now.”

I looked over my shoulder as Miss Beatrice stood, readjusted her suit and then walked up to my back to kiss my cheek.

“Thank you for this, you made my day Peter,” the lady said, spun in a plume of dark sweet smoke and walked out of my apartment.

I turned to watch her fine high ass saunter off, closed my front door and stood in the center of the room rock hard.

“You made my day too Miss Beatrice, “ I said to no one as I began to jerk off.

“I wanna eat bad, I’m gonna eat bad,” Tommy growled at me.

“Well don’t come cryin’ to me at the end of the week,” I spat. 

Although we were smiling, this was a serious talk my tall friend and I were having. So serious that neither of us had yet made a move to hop on the bike.

I know it’s a cliché’ but gay men really do attend to their bodies. Tommy and I had determined to workout hard, eat right, get in shape this year and so far we had been on a regular routine. But my curly-haired bud was breaking down today…and damn if I’d admit it, I was going right along with him.

“Just tonight, okay,” he said and smiled that slightly devilish grin. I knew Tommy’s dimples worked with the men he dated and though he and I had never been intimate, they worked on me then.

 “We get right back to it tomorrow,” I said, trying to make this sound more a statement then a question.

“Yup,” he agreed, literally leaping across the shiny wood floor and past me.

“Promise?” I persisted, but my friend had already lifted his baggy sweatshirt over his head.

Working out had made Tommy’s lanky body pretty tight. I tried not to stare but his ass did look tight in his shorts as he squirmed out of the room, his slightly freckled back once again showing that ‘V’ we had both worked so hard to attain.

 Shit, I thought what harm could one night do?

Our Wednesday night binge stretched to the weekend. By Sunday morning I was feeling depressed, chubby and not just a little bit pissed that I could be so easily duped. I had known Tommy since high-school (the few gay men in our suburb tended to stick together); ten years running now and you’d think I would know his motives…or at least my weaknesses

“Yeah?” Tommy’s voice croaked from the intercom.

“Let me in,” I spat into the little gray speaker.

“Yeah,” he sleepily agreed, buzzing me in.

“Get dressed,” I said, my friend holding the big metal door open for me. “We are spending the morning working-out!”

“Ben, I…” Tommy tried as I barged in, set my duffel bag on his wood floor and turned to him.

“We made a vow last February,” I began, taking two steps to my tall friend. “We sat on this floor and moaned about how flabby we felt, how much we had to get in shape.”

“And we promised,” I added, staring hard at him now. “We promised!”

“I know, I know,” Tommy said, once again bowing his head.

Maybe it was my anger at myself, the guilt from knowing that I hadn’t worked-out in nearly a week. Maybe it was the fear that I might simply join my friend here and now and forget working-out forever. Maybe somewhere deep down I always wanted to try it. Whatever it was, I reached into my gym bag and put my plan into action.

“Um…” Tommy said as I produced the cock ring.

I had had this naughty idea to capture Tommy’s cock in the thing (and mine to, I had another one in my bag for my own cock) and keep us caged, confined and semi-hard all throughout the work-out. A reminder of how naughty we had been, but also maybe sexual impetus to see this day through.

“Put it on,” I said and reached into the bag for the one I had bought for myself.

“These will keep us in line. Keep our minds focused.”

I could see Tommy liked the idea. In my experience many gay men liked a bit of rough with their play, so why not Tommy and I? Shit, we had a reason after all (or at least I was fantasizing we did) to be punished.

”You’re serious?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, shucked down my shorts and stood their semi erect for him.

I reached into my bag for the lubricant I had brought, circled a finger-tip full of it around the inside of the little sex toy, then worked the cock ring down my popping shaft. Fitting it snug to my base-all the while Tommy watching me-I wiggled my shorts back up and sported quite the thick package.

Tommy smiled-again that evil grin-peeled down his sweats, sat on his couch and reached for the lube. Passing it to him, I to watched him get the ring down his rather meaty tool (I never knew Tommy was so thick). I was almost swooning when he got his shorts back on.

“This is gonna be something,” he said standing.

“I…I hope,” I gulped.

We pumped, sweated, shucked and generally grabbed and adjusted for two straight hours.

James had always been a bit cocky. True, he had a reason to be with his chiseled face, tight bubble butt and successful accounting business. But mixing his usual bravado with a new interest in all things western was proving an unbearable combination. Shit, I liked a good pair of chaps as much as any other red-blooded, thirty year-old gay American man, but James’s dressing-up and southern drawl would have been a bit much even if we lived in Texas… but in Connecticut?!

 Saturday morning I called him early, a naughty idea having kept me _up_ the night previous. I had fantasized taking advantage of my friend’s sudden ‘cowboy-ness’ and have a little honest-to-goodness cock hardening fun in the process. We’d never been intimate James and I, but maybe the time had come.

“Come by around eight,” I said to him; we were planning to continue our weekend partying. “I’ll make us something to eat before we go to the club.”

I wasn’t really sure I would have to guts to make my budding plan a reality but when I began to scour the shops that late morning I was sporting quite a heavy erection. Although I had never treated a man the way I was planning on treating James the thoughts delighted me as I bought my outfit and the toys. I even joked to the tongue-pierced salesman at the sex shop (not a shop I had ever been in, by the way) that I might very well, be back for a cock ring.

I strolled to the front door when I heard my best friend’s knock. I knew how James would be dressed, but I delighted in the fact that when I opened my door and James set his baby-blues on me, he would be bowled over by how I _was_ dressed.

“Wow,” he said when I flung open my front door.

I was wearing tight, black shorts; my broad chest and tight belly bare under a leather fringed vest; black cowboy boots, and a hat, under which I had gathered my long curly brown mane. James stepped into my house and just drank me in from head to toe.

“Can’t handle it, cowboy?” I asked, slowly turning to afford my friend a full long view.

“I can handle anything par-ner” James declared.

“You sure about that?” I asked, spying the black bag lying on my couch.

“Stevie” James said, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me to him. For the first time ever my friend held me close.

He was ready; tight jeans tell no lies.

“James…” I said, feigning surprise. I breaking from his loose hug…hard as that was to do, to add: “…I never knew you cared!”

“When you look like this…” he began as I spun and crossed the thin carpet to my couch. “I mean, you’ve looked hot before, but…”

“Yeah, I know,” I agreed, reaching for the black bag. Buying and planning was one thing, but now with the moment upon me I was nervous about using the toys I had bought.

Not so nervous though not to do it.

“Why don’t you show me your big saddle-horn?” I said to my couch, fondling the anal toy through the bag

Relying on James ego, I knew it’d take no time to get my best friend to “shunk” down’ his zipper, “flump-flump” his boots off, “shlip-pa” his jeans off.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he announced and I slowly turned, plucking the red pony-tailed butt-plug from the bag.

“What’s tha…?” James exclaimed as I faced him. 

Completely naked, my best friend stood with his thick erection at a growing half-mast as I held the anal intruder up for his perusal.

“You said you can ‘handle anything’,” I said imitating James’ drawl. His wide smile faded just a bit…but not his thick erection. I reached down with my free hand, keeping eyes on his and tickled his big cock even harder.

“Stevie, Stevie,” he sighed leaning in to me.

I looked down, determined to take as many moments as I could to look James over while I kept up keeping him up. He really did have a nice thick cock.

“Let’s see if we can get this up you,” I said, letting him go, stepping back and reaching into the bag for a little ‘squirty’ pouch of lube.

“Y’all really wanna do this,” James said, his eyes even wider.

Damn, this far in, obviously turned-on, shocked even with what I was doing, and he was till drawling like some underpaid extra from _Urban Cowboy_!

I don’t know what James was thinking as I lubed the red butt plug, stood their smiling, not saying a word, both of us knowing he was growing harder by the second. When I was done, I dropped everything I had been holding except the now lubed plug.

“Come on, a rough and tumble cowboy like you has had to have had a few things up his ass,” I said, and James smiled one last time, gulped and turned to my challenge.

“Stevie…” he said as reached down and spread his little hairy butt.

“I just thought,” I said, pressing into him, feeding the wet cool tip of the plug between his cheeks. “…I just thought maybe a cowboy should know how a horse feels.”

“Ah ha…” James exclaimed as I pushed through and up, deep into that pruned spot, inserting the tip of the plug just inside his ass. I stepped back and the synthetic tail of the plug, the ‘ponytail’ swished down between us.

“Now you’re a real cowboy, you really know what it feels like to be a horse.”

I have been experimenting with taking my work in a more erotic direction. I know that as a poet, you can overdo the sex thing, and it can either become trite or just plain gratuitous porn. I don’t want to do either of those things, so I am trying to walk the line. I hope you like this series of haikus. The booty gets so many mundane song lyrics, the least I could do was to retrieve the image in the name of art (with a little humor for good measure). I may continue with this series, moving onto other sexual acts that might intrigue, inspire, or annoy.

Five Haikus: Anal Sex as a Metaphor for Life (or vice versa)

Anal sex toys sing
the praises of you inside-
Hot, extreme, hidden.

I could be a dyke.
My dick, a big lesbian
pleasure tool. A girl

is no mystery
to a lover of ass play.
My man-pussy knows.

And what is “extreme,”
but a fury of lovers,
A flurry of life.

Life imitates sex.
Anal sex toys sing to me:
Open. Further. Now.

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