Ok. So this isn’t about cocks. I just couldn’t think of a title that didn’t sound incredibly stupid.

This is a hard business. But not really for the reasons anybody suspects. I can deal with most of those pitfalls and complications. To be perfectly honest? It’s the business side of things that’s bringin me down. The advertising, the CraigsListing, the constant calling and checking messages and keeping up with people. It’s a hassle. But I’m stuck, because I love the other half of it. Hanging out with other dudes and getting to be naked, suck some dick, that’s the best!

So what was I to do? My solution : I joined an agency. And I could not be more excited. Campus has the best reputation you can find in the city of New York - they’ve got a great history, they have the youngest, hottest guys, and they know how to run things. There’s nothing shady, and they’re up front and honest about anything you call to ask. They also have some of the longest running repeat clients in the business, whatever that tells you. I could not be more pleased.

So starting now, if you’re interested in spending some time with me, you gotta call Campus at 212.489.2352. You can check out their website here.

But I still love hearing from you guys, so never feel like you can’t email me to ask me questions or to send me pictures of your dick or super low-hanging balls (I’m really into big swingers right now).

And to make this post fit in a little better here:

I got the best fucking random head the other day! From some dude I don’t even know! It was amazing! I was wandering around the upstairs part of the building I just moved into and he was just coming home from the gym or running or something. He was sweaty. And we talked for a few minutes in the doorway of his apartment, about nothing - the building, the super, the neighbors- and he just sort of reached out his hand and started massaging my dick through my jeans. I decided to let it play and just kept talking to him and he played right along.

I was massively hard at this point because we were just out in the hallway of the third floor and he knew he could pretty much do what he wanted with me. He was telling me about the guy who had moved out of my new apartment and how they would fuck around sometimes on the roof together, and then he just undid my pants and took out my cock and started stroking it. I was getting so hard that it was starting to hurt. And without even breaking the conversation really, he got down on the ground and took my dick, all the way to my balls. He kept me really far back in his throat, using his tongue on the underside of my dick and just pulling back and forth a tiny bit.

I didn’t even have time to tell him I was going to come, I just starting pumping massive amounts of jizz down his throat and he started moaning as I did. He kept me all the way at the back of his hot fucking throat until I thought I might come again. And he kept sucking. And in about 60 seconds, I came a second time, just as hard as the first.

When I was done, i sort of fell/sat on the floor next to him with my spit-covered dick still hanging out, and tried to catch my breath. I could see through his shorts that he was hard and pretty gifted. I asked him to take it out, but he said he had to shower and head out again. And so he left me there on the floor and went into his apartment and closed the door.

I was at the library up by where I live late the other night and I was so immersed in the book that I had failed to notice both how time had passed and how the pressure in my groin was building. It was almost ten o' clock in the night and the aisles were deserted. Racks and racks of books stood solemnly and silently. It was time to head home. But first, I needed to pee.

Where was the urinal? I was unfamiliar with the library, having moved to the university only weeks ago. The throbbing in my bladder increased in frequency and urgency. I frantically paced the aisles, looking for a sign or a door with the familiar man-sign. In this top floor there was no one to ask, and there was no way I could hold to go down, and ask at the desk.

I found it, finally, tucked away in an obscure corner - a little grubby door marked MEN. Heaving a sigh of relief, with piss practically bursting from the tip of my cock, I ran in. The room was dimly lit, with one urinal at the corner and a stall at the other end. The urinal was located right beside the door, so if one opens the door it will block any view of the urinal and anyone standing there. But
once the door closed, the person urinating will be in full view, from the side, of the one who comes in.

Gleefully, I stood in front of the yellowed porcelain with fallen curly pubic hairs of various hues adorning its rim, and unzipped my fly. I
love those undies with a double-layered opening up front, and even though I was in such a hurry, I started my usual pee routine that I do when I am certain of being alone: first sneak in my fingers through the hole in front and between the layers, catch hold of the soft layers of my silky foreskin that usually bunches up into a soft little pouch when I am not hard, and pull on it to get the cock out. As soon as the head is out of the opening I proceed to skin my cock, exposing its pink little head, then holding the base of the head I thrust forward,bringing the rest of the shaft out. This, coupled with the pressure in my bladder, usually gives me a semi-hardon, which would proceed to become a full-fledged one by the time I finish pissing and playing - hence the necessity to be alone.

But the door suddenly opened. But there was no one in the aisles!! How come I did not hear any footsteps? My heart jumped. Here I was, with a semi hardon which was fast reaching full mast as adrenaline pumped into my veins. Who is this? Will he think that I am a pervert playing with myself in the urinal? Is he the person manning the front desk?

The way I had my cock out, there was no way I could stuff it back in.

A man, clean shaven, with a mop of black hair on top, and a set of twinkling eyes below that mop, walked in and instinctively turned toward the urinal (obviously he has been in here before), and then saw me. In order to appear to be doing what I was supposed to be doing, I was in the process of getting some pee out past the hardon. My face was crunched up and flushed with the exertion. And at the very instant he looked at me and then unabashedly downwards, something came out. But it wasn't pee, flying out from between the pink lips crowning my cock-tip. It was a drop of pre-cum, that swung down from the tip, weaving a clear thread that caught the light from the yellow overhead lamp and glowed golden. It landed on one of the fingers of my hand that was tremblingly holding my cock. A few more drops followed in quick succession, expertly swung down the thread the first one had woven, and landed on my finger.

I was red, embarrassed beyond belief, and trembling. All this only added to the turgidity of my cock, which jumped in my hands, never breaking the shimmering connection it had made with my finger. The stranger smiled, then suddenly with an adroit movement pulled my hand out from my turgid cock and, with no resistance on my part (I was too shocked to react), stuffed my pre-cum coated fingers into his mouth and sucked joyfully. As he did, he turned me toward him, said with a naughty grin "I have been looking all over for a faucet to drink from!" and sank to his knees. The next thing I remember, in my emotional state of surprise, anxiety (what if we were caught?) and ecstasy, is letting loose; letting a thick thread of golden piss spring out from my fountainhead, watch it climb upwards and then arc down, to splash noisily on this handsome man's upturned face and parted lips. That scene is etched in my mind forever: little droplets dancing on his taut cheeks; few rivulets of gold coursing
down his wide forehead to disappear into that thick mop of hair, while others ran down from the two corners of his mouth to fall between his strong, levis-encased and parted legs, forming a foamy puddle on the floor; and finally, wringing my golden piss from that mop of now shiny, wet and tantalizingly black hair on his head, while he buried his dripping face in my crotch. Not a drop of my golden nectar was wasted on bare porcelain that day in the library.

I’ve never been one for toys really. They’re fine, but they’ve always seemed like an extra bit of work. But something possessed me and I bought a pump the other day. My good friend and I hit up the 7,000 sex shoppes in the West Village, and I left with a new cockring and the TITAN Penis Enlarging System. Now, I don’t think I need an enlarged penis, but there’s a lot of stuff on the web about pumping and I was curious.

IT IS AWESOME.

I completely recommend it to anyone who’s ever been curious. But wow... be careful. It is easy to get excited and go too far with it. You watch your dick get bigger and thicker until it fills the whole chamber. It’s some sick kind of instant gratification. I went too far the other day, out of excitement, and I’m a bit bruised still. It causes red speckles to form on the shaft, and when I’m hard, the base sort of hurts, but wow. Worth it. I just need to be more cautious next time.

I like to watch porn while I pump because it’s like a chastity system. You’re hard as you’ve ever been in your whole life and the precum is just being pulled right out of you, but you can’t touch your cock. It’s amazing torture. I shot so much afterwards that I soaked my hair from a standing position.

The cockring is beautiful too. I’ll try to have a photo of it here. I love wearing it under my clothes. At work and at school, it gives me that extra little boost cause I know people are looking. My junk is front and center. It makes guys grab their crotches. Even straight guys. Amazing.

So I was in a really nice building last night to visit a friend, and even though he had told me that his doorman was hot, I hadn’t at all prepared myself. It was one of those moments where you feel like a total retard asking for the room and name of the person you’re seeing. I only stuttered a little though. I promise.

The doorman’s post in this building was set up like a hotel check-in counter and so he was on a raised platform behind a desk. While he was talking to me and even while he was on the phone with my friend asking if I could come up, he kept licking his lips - almost ridiculously. But it was so completely hot. Mixed, or maybe latino, probably about 28-30, great features and clothes. I’m a sucker for a doorman’s uniform. No hat though. I could have done with a hat.

When I left my friend’s apartment three hours later, he was still on duty. So I went back to talk to him. In a matter of two minutes, he asked me point blank if I wanted to suck his dick. As it happened, I did. So I got behind his little counter to discover that he had had his dick out the whole time and was about half hard already. He had a great cock; thick, uncut and just the right length so I could get it all and still breathe. It was really hot hearing people come and go as I was sucking it behind the counter, and he must have thought so too, it lasted about minutes before he hit me on the back of the head while he was talking to a tenant, to tell me he was coming. I swallowed what he had and waited for the tenant to go on his way before standing up and kissing him quickly.

I left without his name or number or anything. I could always find him there anyway. Until he gets fired for having sex with guests.