another ebay item....

I've been doing a lot of shopping on eBay recently. I just won the briefs pictured.

Time to elaborate on the underwear fetish.

When I was a kid, I had a friend who lived on a farm near our farm. He was in my class, and his name was Juan. Juan and I spent a lot of time together, and we spent many nights camping or having sleepovers.

I used to ask him about his underwear - what brand it was and the like. He almost always wore white briefs, but the brands varied as his family was rather thrifty - whatever was cheapest, he wore. We used to play a lot with each other. It never got more that oral, but we spent a lot of nights jacking off together. I think this is the origin of my underwear obsession.

After he grew too old to enjoy our playtime anymore, I used to get my gratification from thinking about his underwear and started collecting. I'd get lucky sometimes in the locker rooms in high school, but it wasn't until college that I hit the jackpot.

One of the gyms at the college I went to was open at night. The steam room was full of guys looking for other guys (there was no gay bar in town) and I used to hang out there and wait for the guys to undress and put their underwear in a locker. Many times the guys wouldn't lock the lockers, and in I went. I amassed a collection of nearly a thousand pairs, which included the jockstraps of several of the football team from the college.


My obsession continued through the rest of my college years, and when I moved to San Francisco, I had two suitcases full of underwear to move - almost none of them mine.

Today I still have a large collection although most of my underwear is purchaed. Damon thinks I'm nuts as I don't wear underwear except when working out. It is a little odd - have several hundred pairs of underwear that don't get worn very often, if at all.

Whatever.... it turns me on.

it's raining.....

I must say that I'm missing Damon right now. He's away visiting his family for the holidays and I've not seen for over a week. Apart from the great sex, the thing I miss the most is cuddling with him in bed. He'll be back tomorrow for two days and then he's off again for another trip for the new year.

I did get a bit of cuddling in recently, however. On Christmas Eve, I went to see the Gay Men's Chorus and then went out for a drink with a couple of friends. We ended up at this guy named Mark's house afterwards where we hung out and watched a movie and I cuddled with him for a while. He wanted me to stay, but I didn't feel right about it - Damon and I really haven't had the conversation about monogomy or non-monogomy yet and I kind of want to focus on the relationship with him for a while.

Mark's a total hottie, and under normal circumstances I would have stayed in a heartbeat.

For some reason, I've been turning a lot of heads lately. It always seems that when I'm not looking for anything, it is always there. Maybe it's the confidence that I'm feeling right now. Maybe it's just a full moon. Whatever it is, it feels good and I'm enjoying the attention.

When it rains, it pours.

Wet (but not yet)

I'm seriously courting a fetish with watersports. I've spent the past 3 hours cruising my new favorite site. Some hot photos, hot chat and good reading. I don't have much experience with watersports, but I have a feeling that is going to change.

This year Damon and I were at the Folsom Street Fair. We had just started dating, so I wasn't aware of his sexual proclivities until I saw both a yellow and a red hankie in his left pocket.

Now I'm a novice, but I figured out what the yellow one meant. I had to check to make sure that left meant a 'top', but the red one I wasn't sure about. I had to check here to figure that one out.

I'm not going to talk about the red one right now as I'm not sure I'm ready for that, but the yellow one I'll make a few comments on.

I've really only had one watersports experience. Sure, I pee on myself in the shower a lot because I like the way it feels, but having someone else pee on me isn't something I'm good at asking someone to do on a date. Actually, I've never really thought about it until recently.

It all started with a stupid work party. There's this gay group that we have a work that sometimes goes out for social nights at bars in the area. One night the social was held at a bar that was literally two blocks from my house, so I couldn't really say no (as I usually do). I drank several apple martinis and ended making out with this really hot black guy that works in the building across the street. After he left, I started kissing this other cute guy that works at headquarters and he ended up coming home with me.

We were both pretty drunk, and ended up in my bathroom with me on my knees begging him to piss on me. I'm not really sure where it came from besides the vodka, but he pissed in my mouth and I drank every drop. I was shocked at how much that turned me on. I've never even thought about this kind of thing turning me on until that night.

After the piss-fest, we went back to my bedroom where he sucked my dick and then begged me to fuck him. I don't usually do the top thing very much, but he was on his back, his smooth ass pointing in the air, grinding and I couldn't resist. I stuck my tongue in his crack and licked as he moaned, his ass rising higher and higher. I was hard as a rock from the piss experience, and was willing to do just about anything to make him happy. I stuck my cock in his ass and fucked him until he came. Then I flipped him over and fucked his mouth until I shot down his throat.

Hot. That's all I have to say.

Happy Birthday to Me.

I bought a pair of leather wrist restraints for myself for my birthday. Hopefully Damon will get the hint it's time for some bondage exploration. I know it's not beyond the realm of possibility, as he has assured me that he has a closet full of goodies to explore.

Fantasies... becoming a reality?

Growing up near a small farm town in the midwest, much of my early sexual life was dominated by fantasy rather than reality. Oh sure, I had my share of sex with other guys in the barn, on camping trips and sleepovers.... but most of these guys (if not all) were/are straight and are married now so the sex was mostly mutual masturbation with some oral thrown in (by me) for good measure.

My early fantasy life was centered around underwear, which has continued up to the present day. But there are more fantasies yet to be explored - uniforms, bondange, S&M, role playing and water sports to name a few. Hopefully I'll be posting the transition of many of these fantasies to reality in the upcoming year. Damon has a pretty wild sexual past, so I have hopes that some of his experience will draw me out of my vanilla closet.

Um.. what?

"Spit on me!" I screamed as his shoved his fat dick deep into my ass. He got a big ball of spit ready, forced my mouth open and let it drip slowly down my throat as he pounded harder, forcing my legs over my head. As some of his spit hit my cheeck, he slapped me hard across the cheek, so hard I saw stars.

He continued to hit me in the chest, spit on me and slap me as he fucked me until we both came - him in my ass, and me all over his and my chest.

Whew. Then we fell asleep as he stroked my hair, held my hand and spooned me until the sun came up.

A little bit of fantasy turned into reality that night.

Backstory

I met Damon at a party. He'd recently hurt his knee and with my past knee issues, we had something to talk about.

His laugh was addictive. I found myself saying things that I thought would make him laugh so that I could hear it again.

I thought he was way out of my league. I thought he was just being nice.

I offered to loan him a device I bought when I had knee surgery that circulates ice around the knee to reduce swelling. He was interested, so I brought it over to his house.

Over the next few weeks with flirted back and forth via email and finally went out on a date. It was a great dinner, and we've been dating ever since.