Friday, Aug 8, 2008

MySpace Hypocrisy

I promised in my last post that I would explain what I meant by how I "tried" to post those pics as on my profiles for DList and MySpace. Well, as I try to be a man of my word, here's the story.

Does this picture seen objectionable, or too risque for the eyes of a 14 year old?



Well, while the guys at DList.com have no problem with it, the prudes at MySpace seem to think so.

I uploaded this picture and used it as my profile pic, all to get an email from MySpace saying that one of my pics were deleted. It was also stated how MySpace is supposed to be for people as young as 14 years old, AND I was threatened to have my account deleted if I continued to post such objectionable material.

To MySpace, I must ask, how fuck-faced by way of hypocrisy can you get?

As big a fan I am of the Pussycat Dolls, I must use them as an example.

MySpace has videos of them where one member does a dance move where she suggestively puts her leg straight up in the air to prove how limber she is, while other members wear brassieres and skin-tight low-rise leather pants as part of their outfit. All of which I admit does provoke the straight part of my bisexuality to surface.

But back to my point. Meanwhile my wearing a t-shirt and swim trunks that fit well around my genitalia gets me threatened with a deleted account. This is a clear example why I date so few Americans, and this hypocrisy also contributes to the problems that face our American young people.

What MySpace is doing is making a double standard definitely 1, but maybe even 2 ways. 1) Between mainstream and adult entertainers, and 2)between celebrities and average citizens. And both possibilities of sheer hypocrisy are making me question whether or not I want an account with them.

The ignorance of making a double standard between mainstream and adult entertainers is something I don't think I need to get into. It's too easy to attack. But the double standard between celebrities and average citizens is another matter, because it has some serious consequences to our society. The puritanical attitude for MySpace to act like this way says that the average citizen is to abide by those destructive puritanical rules, but not a mainstream celebrity.

This attitude towards sex is also too widespread in this country. It's why our teen pregnancy and STI rates are so high. America acts like they're guarding their young people, but all their doing is heightening their young adults curiosity to the point that they're going to experiment. And that's normal. The problem is that when they experiment, the desire is so repressed thank to that puritanical attitude that our young people experiment recklessly.

What I'm saying here to MySpace is actually a wake-up call to American parents. It's time to realize that you need to let our young people know that sex exist. It's a natural part of life from the curiosity, to the experimentation, to an individual discovering their own sexual style. STOP putting blinders on your young adults about that fact. Most other countries don't and that's probably why their pregnancy and STI rates aren't as out of control as ours. America babies their children way too long, which makes for inept parenting. And acting like that pic above is a dirty picture that is "too mature for teenage eyes" is a perfect example.

America, what is it going to take to open your eyes to that fact?

If you want to see more of this photographer's work, go to his portfolio over at ModelMayhem, or his Yahoo! Group. See my profiles:
at MySpace.com & Dlist.com

Peace, Love & Faith 4 Infinity, Tre-X.com








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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

The "Tap That Euro-Ass" Chat

In my entry, "Euro-Gratified" about my encounters with Euro-boys, I mentioned how out of the 4 Euro-boys I've had over at my place, I still chat from time to time with 3 of them. Well, I had an interesting chat with the Frenchman a couple of weeks ago. It made me want to jump on a plane and head to Paris right away.

I wrote about before how we met on my personal blog, so for those who don't follow both blogs, let me recall our meeting for you.

I went to Splash Bar in NYC on a Friday night. I saw this cute guy walk past me, and just thought to myself, "Wow, he's hot!"

But I never expected anything more from it, because he never seemed to notice me the way I noticed him. That is until later on in the night.

I was leaning against the wall taking a break from the dancing like the Energizer Bunny I always do when I go there tuning out all the superficial Chelsea boys. Then I saw him again. This time he was next to a guy he seemed only chummy and not sexual with on the outskirts of the dancefloor. He looked back for a second and saw me. Then he did a double-take. When I saw the double-take, that's when I started to notice that along with his gorgeous face, he also had nice a body overall. Shoulders, arm, his chest, and my favorite part - that ass. We kept exchanging glances, then he sat on a stool in line with where I was standing about 2 meters away. We still kept exchanging glances, and I knew one of us had to get bold and say something. And I guest he felt the same.

The next thing I knew, he was coming towards me, and he said, "Either one of us can say 'Hello' or we can just keep looking at each other."

The boldness for him to do that made me melt. I would have dropped trou and let him fuck me right there up against that wall in plain sight, if it wasn't for the fact security would have thrown us out. We exchanged names, danced close, feeling each other up on the front and back. Now, whether one wants me as a top or bottom, it's still easier to make me yours by grabbing my ass than by grabbing my dick. But this night I was still more of a bottom, and I most definitely wanted his dick throbbing inside me.

He said he was staying at his friend's sister's place, which meant trekking back to my place in Jersey City at the time. Once in the door, we wasted no time in getting undressed. The shocker came when I saw his cock.

He wasn't even 6 ft tall, and it was the thickest dick I've ever had to prepare myself to take in my ass on or off camera. And as much as I tried not to show it, he saw the shock on my face. But in my Aries persistence, I was determined to take in that big dick, and I succeeded. So even with that shock, if I wanted to jump on a plane to Paris, it's obvious that the sex was off the meter. BOTH times might I add. Yes, I took on that thick dick on twice before he left my bed.

In our chat, we reminisced alot about that night. And one thing he told me that somewhat surprised me was how I came off so friendly while everyone else at Splash that night acted as if he didn't exist. It's surprising because this guy looks like he should be a male supermodel, so he should have definitely turned many more heads besides mine. What's tragically not surprising is the fact to ignore someone that gorgeous just because he hasn't been initiated in one's clique is a common downfall in the Chelsea boy mentality.

During that chat, we both wanted each other all over again. But this time, we wanted to flip-fuck each other. We both agreed that we wanted me to top him, then he'll top on me. He said he looks at his topping second as a sexy kind of revenge. With a big cock like his, plus the passion he fucks with, he definitely avenges himself. And I'm sitting here with a hard-on all over again with my asshole twitching to wrap around his dick, and my cock want his nice ass wrapped around it, bouncing against my groin with each pounding from me.

Speaking of ass, I asked him in a previous chat if he could figure out why Europeans have better asses than white Americans. And he gave a pretty reasonable answer. He said that in Europe they have to walk more places and have less elevators.

So any Americans pissed off with my thing for Euro-ass, stop your hating and either hit the StairMaster, raise the incline on your treadmills, or include more hills in your morning jog. But in the meantime, I have a Frenchman with a thick dick and an awesome ass as one of the Euros to lust for another round with.

See my profiles:
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Peace, Love & Faith 4 Infinity, Tre-X.com








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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Spank That Ass HARD! ----- I Love It?

I remember the 1st time during a sexual encounter someone spanked me. I hooked up with a guy, pretty well-built. He spanked me 3 times with each one getting progressive harder than the last.

The 1st time, I cooed a bit.
The 2nd time, I cooed but questioning to myself whether it was coo-worthy. And that was probably my brain prepping itself for the 3rd time (which is when I grabbed his hand), because I knew if he hit my ass that hard again - let's just say like Bernie Mac said in "The Original Kings Of Comedy" - there was going to be a misunderstanding with some furniture moving in that mother fucker.



Now, since then I have grown to like being spanked somewhat. I did enjoy it a bit when Double R did it to me during our scene in "LOVE OF THE DICK 4" . But then again, I had the pleasure of focusing on the fact that his big dick was sliding in and out of my ass tingling all the right nerves in my asshole. So how ever hard Double R spanked me, I had something more my speed (that being actual fucking) to focus on.

Just this past Friday, I really saw how far I came in my like of being spanked.

I go-go danced at Sugarland in Brooklyn this past Friday, and me and the other go-go boy, Myles wound up going to the bathroom right behind each other. We were both wearing our underwear in a way that covered our cocks, but exposed our asses. When I walked in, he was at the urinal, when he was done, I went. While I was standing there, I just felt this hard WHACK on both cheeks of my ass. And I bold-faced "WHACK", because that's just how hard it was. And it was a WHACK courtesy of Myles with both hands. So hard that even in that small bathroom with the DJ jamming right outside, it echoed to the delight of the other 2 guys there who witness the sight and sound of it. But I'm sure they could not have enjoyed it as much as I did.

I say that because something drastically changed from the 1st time I got spanked until now. When Myles spanked my ass that hard, I actually had to contain myself from poking my ass out to get fucked. And that smack obviously brought out a greater slut in me, because it didn't have to be Myles who fucked me. The only ingredients needed at that moment to fuck was:
1)he had to be good-looking (based on my taste),
2)have a hard-on (whether his dick be big or small), and
3)have a condom to wrap up the manhood.

While I did maintain my composure, and didn't get gang-banged in the men's room, it was a challenge to not make myself open to it.

Since then, I one thing that still baffles me is what the turn-on is for some people to ONLY get spanked. My rule is we can spank each other's ass during foreplay, or during sex, but I'll be damned if spanking is the only kind of play we're going to do. If I'm naked with a man I'm lusting for, be it mine or his, someone's asshole is getting filled with cock. There's a guy on my friends list on DList.com that talk only about getting spanked. And trust me, he definitely has an ass you want to put your hands on. BUT the reason, I've never so much as tried chatting with him when he puts up a bulletin about how he wants to play, because I know I going to want my dick in between those cheeks after I spank them.

I mentioned in past entries how I'm fascinated by how the mind works. How it hates something one minute, then lust for it the next. So what will be the next kink that changes? B.U2B. FREE,

Tre-X.com








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Thursday, July 3, 2008

The Pride Bad Boy Pioneer

After sending in my last post for your reading pleasure, I was told by Kit Lambert [editor, ThugPornBlog.com], "please... don't STOP being a bad boy!

"Well while my mind was looking for a break, my body was saying to Kit, "Your wish is my command."

Since Saturday night of Gay Pride Weekend, my cock has been sucked by and jerked by I don't know how many mouths and hands by going to Daniel Nardicio's "Cruising At The Trucks" party . A party where I tried something new.

I recently noticed at Daniel's parties that while it's usually clothing optional, the most the Black guys there will do is either go shirtless or down to their underwear. Latinos and Asians seem to do pretty much the same. The crowd is mostly White with many of them in their underwear and some of them going totally naked. The only time a totally naked Black man is at Daniel's party is me when I'm working as a go-go dancer for one of his parties. Otherwise than that, there's not a totally naked Black man in sight. No slinging Black schlong to catch someone's eye.

That is until that night.

Being the Black and Latino mutt that I am, I decided to take one for both teams and go the full monty. There was a Asian guy there with an extremely hot ass that I would have loved to sucked on the juiciness of that felt the same as I did. I guess Gay Pride brought it out of us.

I was going to pace my nudity, but once I walked in the door I decided not to wait, and lose the clothes right then and there. And I got stares the moment I walked into the crowd. If they weren't checking out my Black uncut dick, you could see it in their eyes that they were waiting for me to pass by so they could look and maybe even graze a feel of my bare ass.

A situation like this shows why I've been right to always look at Daniel's parties as the perfect training ground for a gay porn actor. After all, you're getting touched, grope, and sometimes sucked on by guys you might not necessarily be attracted to like you may have to at a promotional appearance or even a porn set. So you either learn to deal with it, or realize this business is not for you.

Well this business is for me, because I loved it. Most guys who sucked my dick did it in a way that was about to make me erupt like a volcano, while others couldn't suck or even jerk it right.

So YES, Kit got his wish ---- the bad boy lived on. Now his cock and ass needs just a little bit of rest.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tre-X.com








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Sunday, June 22, 2008

No Sugarland, But Still Was A Sweet One

I was a bad boy this last weekend. First off, I went to meet a couple of friends for drinks at The Hangar around 7:30. I hung out with them until about a little after 9 PM. With time to kill before going to my planned destination for the night, which was Sugarland in over Brooklyn,. I decided to kill time at Splash bar. Splash is the perfect spot for my plan because it's just a couple of 3 short blocks away from the L train that I need to take to get to Sugarland.

No such luck.
I unexpectedly started to enjoy myself, and I started putting off my time to leave Splash later and later until it was useless for me to try going to Sugarland. But the night wasn't a total waste. I met a cute guy there. He started dancing with me, but I never took him seriously because at first, he would dance with me, then disappear, then come back to me again later. Eventually, he did stay, and that's when we got close. It was undeniable that we wanted to fuck each other. And from the way we made out on the dancefloor, the crowd knew it as well.

We left Splash trying to figure out where we were going to go. I personally had no intention of taking him all the way to my new place in the Bronx, and he was vacationing with a friend that he was sharing a hotel room with. We walked around quite a bit, then he asked if there was some kind of bathhouse around. I told him yes, and where it was, so we went there. I really didn't want to go there, because I know myself well enough to know that if you put me around any number of half-naked guys wanting to fuck, I going to become a major slut. Remember how at the Lean Muscle Party, I wound up topping 5 guys and a tad bit of bottoming for 1 of them? This place was going to cause an itch in my loins that was going to be in desperate need of a scratching.

Once there, he bought me some stuff already between our time at Splash and our walk, so I went ahead of him and paid for the room - so I thought. Just before I went in, I told him to only buy a locker. When I got dressed only in a towel, I couldn't find him to save my life, then I finally did, and it turned out being that he paid for a room as well. So to not make his money go to waste, I told him that after we do our thing, that we were free to our individual thing with others in our individual rooms. It makes sense, and I'll be the first to admit that it was the slut's logic making the plans necessary to be the slut I became in that place.

It happened.
I fucked him. And not to be disgusting, but I really did fuck the shit out of him. After that, he opted for us going off and doing our own things. So I did.

After walking around one guy was in his round laying on the bad there, and he saw me and started grinding his ass. Because (1)he was cute, and (2)he had a nice round ass, he reeled me in with that grind. I fucked him, and as he begged me to go even harder than I already was, he started telling me, "Don't stop! Don't stop!" He was sounding like the song "So Deep" by Jim Verraros , which I have always said has the lyrics that should make it be a bottom's anthem. Because when I having fun bottoming, it's definitely my anthem.

There was3rd encounter, but I'll save the details of that one for last.
The 4th was a tall slim guy I saw earlier. We had crossed paths a couple of times, and he even copped a feel of my ass. When I finally stopped and talked to him, I found out he was a sexy southerner from Atlanta. And he was Black, which brought to mind how I never had sex with a Black man off-camera. This time was no different. I did however get to see and suck on his beer-can thick dick, which I did want him to fuck me with, even though it would have took some doing before he got inside me. When it's for a thick dick that I want, I'm a very, very, very, very patient man about prepping myself to take it in. He actually did want to fuck me, but not there. He wanted to make plans to meet the next day in his hotel room, which unfortunately, I never got around to getting the info to make contact with him. So for that moment, he instead rimmed me. AND I LOVED IT. Just before he left my room, I made 1 request - I just had to see his bare ass. It was VERY NICE, which is why I literally kissed and sucked on each juicy cheek as a way of saying "THANKS" before he left my room.

As for that 3rd encounter.
I was walking around and I a guy who I saw earlier and thought he was hot said, "Yo! Come here". For some reason, with no questions asked I went.

And I'm glad I did.

When I went in the room, it turned out being 3 guys in there. The one who called me told me to feel one of the other guy's ass. The guy took off his towel, and his ass did feel great. So great I wanted to fuck him right then and there. The one who called me then said something along the lines of how all we needed was a pornstar in the room.

Then I said, "Actually, I am."
He asked me, "Who have you worked for?"
I figured this was not a mainstream porn kind of guy, so I told him, " Pitbull"
"In what?", he asked.
"Dillon: The One" and "Love Of The Dick 4", I replied.
Then the guy whose ass I felt revealed that he worked for Pitbull as well. I'm leaving out his name simply because, I never got his permission to write about him in this blog. So until I get his OK - I'll never tell.

This is where things got more interesting.
Because not only were we in the same movie. It turns out (1) our scenes were right behind each other (which makes it 4 possibilities fo who it is), and (2) we live probably about 15 minutes walking distance from each other. He took my number, and I wouldn't mind him calling because I would love to fuck that ass. Adding on to how PSA's for safe-sex (which I did have everytime) say that when you have sex with someone, you're having sex with everyone they've had sex with. Well, considering the cock that was in his sweet juicy ass, I'm ready to dive in anytime.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tre-X.com








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Sunday, June 22, 2008

Hater! Hater!

Recently I posted an entry on my personal blog about racism in mainstream gay porn towards Asian men. You know by now I love all men of all colors and nationalities including Asians, which I wrote about here in "The Asian Experience, Pts. 1 & 2".

To my surprise, the entry got a lot of attention from mainstream gay porn columnists, such as Fleshbot, JC Adams of Gay Porn Times, and The Sword. There were some comments posted on Gay Porn Times, and I added a comment of my own. I gave all of the readers my thanks for their support, even to those that missed certain points that I made.

There was one reader however who did not receive my thanks. His words were patronizing and reminded me of a director who I'd like to forget working with. So in the part of my comment that responds to what he said, I lost my professional decorum and upped the ante on the verbal attack he made on me.

He comments on JC Adams' article regarding my skills as a writer went like this: ... So racism isn't the only factor here. I do agree with some of what Tré said. But it's hard for me to take this guy seriously when he writes things like, "I personally hate, HATE, MOTHER FUCKIN' HATE". He sounds like a grade-schooler throwing a temper tantrum. Also, if he wants change as bad as he says he does, then he needs to shift his focus away from the racism and concentrate more on obtaining equality. Some writing skills wouldn't hurt him either.....

In my comment, I thanked JC and his readers for their support. The rest of my comment was this reply to "rabbit": ... you are obviously too much on the outside looking in to understand my anger. I'm not throwing a grade-schooler's tantrum. There was no other way to express my degree of anger unless I act like a physically violent radical, because the racism I've experienced almost took me away from a business I love being a part of, and it's keeping some (like Asians) away from a business they want to enter. And if my writing skills needed so much work, then I wouldn't presently be having my blog syndicated by Men Of Color Blog, and in addition to my personal blog, doing blogging for Pitbull Productions. And they wanted me because of the difference I bring to their ThugPornBlog table. A variety of subject matter that I can express well.

This went back and forth a couple of times, with him correcting my misconception that he was not Black, and boasting about some of his writing accomplishments of which I could care less. Because like that director, he'll boast about his accomplishments, yet as a Black man himself, he should be supporting the fact that I took a stand against racism. Instead, he plays sellout and criticizes my writing style. I understand he may not like the graphic language I used at one point, but shouldn't he like Victor Hoff did recently (responding to another post) acknowledge my justified conviction to right a wrong. The wrong in this case is one that I've already experience from mainstream studios at a slightly lesser degree.

That "wrong" that I speak of is something that should not be one of the reasons why Pitbull Productions exist. If the American gay porn industry was color-blind as they should be, Pitbull Productions would not be as great a need to erotic performers of color as it is. Pitbull's purpose (like any other studio) should be solely to entertain fans of their specific genre. Instead thanks to the racism of the mainstream gay porn industry, Pitbull and all other ethnic companies have the added task of being the source of employment for porn models of color, and that should not be the case.

I stand firmly behind what I said in those posts about the racism against Asians in the porn industry. Just as I stand behind what I told that reader about himself. However cruel it my words may have seemed in all of those instances, I gave those readers the same thing I have always given you on every blog I've ever written - honesty with extreme passion. And when I can't give complete facts, I'll at least give facts to support my theories. So don't worry - just because some half-assed for a half-wit attacks my style, being the stubborn Aries that I am, I refuse to pull back and not be the man you have come to know through my blogs.

Since life is full of haters like this one. I say, "One down, many to go! Send in the next dumb bitch!"

B.U2B. FREE,

Tre-X.com








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Friday, June 13, 2008

Who Should Be My Daddy? I Can't Decide

Have you ever lusted for a guy, practically starving to take him on in a fuck, then you discover he has a brother that makes the slut in you crave the brother the same way? So really ----- you want to find out who's the better fuck?

Well in "Who's Yo Daddy?", Trapp Boy, Sean Gold, and N. Tycin may have very well found the answer by getting their asses pounded by brother Phat Daddy and King Dingo. I know so many will probably agree with me in envying those guys for having the pleasure of taking both cocks for a test drive, or having their asses test driven by the cocks of those 2 incredibly hot brothers. Brothers that make it seem that fucking the living daylights out of a guy's hungry hole is a skill passed on through genetics.

Who's Yo Daddy at Thugmart.com

I admit I usually watch porn so I could get an idea of what would happen if that gorgeous top put me in the position of having my slutty hole wrapped nice and tight around his dick. Even with my so far off-screen versatility not many bottoms in a movie make me lust for them, and wish I was in that top's place - until now. Whether it's Trapp Boy, Sean Gold, or N. Tycin they were some asses on display that I couldn't decide whether I wanted to be the top or the bottom in that fantasy. But I must admit, I do have a favorite of the 3.

That favorite is Trapp Boy. Most likely because he inspires a flip-fucking fantasy for me, and he did that for me in Scene 1. The thought of Trapp Boy being a top who finds pleasure in taking a cock in his ass gets me revved up. Especially since I've had guys off-camera that were more than 95% tops, and I have to tell you that tops have some tight holes that once you get inside, it's such a nice tight grip on your dick, you just don't want to stop fucking.

While I may have a favorite amongst the bottoms, I can't seem to find one between the 2 brothers, Phat Daddy or King Dingo. Maybe I can find a favorite after watching it a few times more. Then again maybe not, but at least I'll have fun trying.

Now, I can't give away what these 2 individually have going for them that makes the choice so hard for me. You have to find out for yoursleves, and get a copy of "Who's Yo Daddy?", and get in on the fun I've been having, and will continue to have.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tre-X.com








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Friday, May 16, 2008

International Lustin'

Lately, it's been coming to my attention that I have a bit of an international following. I've checked my website stats to for referrers, and I have found so many different countries listed from time to time. Countries like Mexico, Germany, France, Italy, and Austrailia. On my profile on DList.com, I also have over 850 friends (and yes, I look at every single profile before adding them myself or accepting their request), and a good number of them are non-American. And they seem to know me because of the movies I've done for Pitbull.

I am by no means complaining to those who lust for me overseas. As you saw in "Euro-Gratified", I lust for you guys, too.

Part of what makes me lust for my non-American fans is because they seem more open to the reality that a Black man isn't always a big, buffed and bald dark-skinned top, like the porn-induced delusion of grandeur many mainstream American porn companies create.

Look at me - I'm short, small-framed, somewhat medium brown, and I don't shave off my hair. I emphasis that because I've always felt most mainstream American porn companies choose bald Black men because a bald head on a Black man is probably the only sign of his ethnicity that can be erased.

Well, my being that uncommon Black man allows me to fill a void. All the tops that want a Black man to be their bottom beat off to guys like me. Instead of me putting a big dick in a guy's ass, I'm getting a big dick put in mine. And those tops can see that I'm loving it.

Remember the smile on my face in "Dillon:The One".

That smile is 100% REAL, and I'm sure that puts a smile on your face as well.

So to all my international fans who send me emails and friend requests on my Dlist and MySpace profiles, THANKS for reminding me of how much of a big and beautiful world this world really is by appreciating my being outside the stale routine companies unlike Pitbull follow.

B.U2B. FREE,

Tre-X.com








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Friday, May 16, 2008

Erotic Poetry: Bed Dance

In case I haven't mentioned it here before, I absolutely get enamored with a good-looking man who can dance. Whether he's simply a club patron or a go-go boy, a hot guy who moves that body in a way that shows he knows what it means to keep a rhythm is a massive turn-on for me. Probably because I think that being able to be rhythmic on a dancefloor can transfer over to being rhythmic in bed. And so far, every guy who I've been with who knew how to dance, also knew how to either lay that pipe in me or working that ass on my dick. And this poem explains just how turned on that makes me.

So ENJOY, because maybe you feel the same.

But remember, NO STEALING because Copyright 2008.

BED DANCE

I see you dance
And I'm in awe
As I lust to see the rhythm surge through you some more
Am I mistaken
That it indicates
The sexy vid our bodies moving in sync would surely make?
Just flash a smile my way
Inviting me into your space
To dance from the dancefloor to bed
So our hungers will be fed

Dancer on the bar
You have my mind
But if you can look inside
Trust me, pure thoughts you won't find
Are you aware
Of what you incite?
Come take advantage of my lust
And give me no longer a need to fight
I hope that smile you flash my way
Is all to make me pay
But instead of by dollar bills
You'll get paid with dirty thrills

I want to wrap around your grind
Use your tool to stir my nerves inside
Just prepare to feel a rush
As I return your every thrust
If you're as rhythmic in the bed
As you show it on the floor
Know I'll never tell you "Stop"
Because you give the bed dance I'm longing for

B.U2B. FREE,

Tre-X.com








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Friday, May 2, 2008

The Bottom's The Man

There is a great misconception amongst some gay men regarding being a bottom, which I've learned is more an American term, so for my European brothers I'll say, the passive position. Some feel that being a bottom lessens one's manhood.

There are some tops that I've either been with, conversed with, or overheard in conversation, that become adamant about their being a top (or aggressive) in a way that gives the impression that it's insulting to suggest they ever simply try being a bottom. Well, I have to admit for me - that's a big, major, and extreme turn-off. Yes those are all synonyms, so you know just how turned off I am.

Now, I understand a top trying to bottom, and you get nothing out of it, just like I understand a bottom trying to to top and get nothing out of it. At least, you were enough of a man to give it a try. My feeling is as men, we have 2 places below our waist that can be pleasured. That is the dick and the ass. My versatility is like a pig in slop over the fact that I have a cock that can be pleasured by a guy's nice tight hole wrapped around it, and I also have an asshole that can be pleasured by wrapping tightly around the dick of a guy I crave to have thrusting and throbbing inside me.

Evidently, tops dead-set against being a bottom because they feel it lessens their manhood are seriously void of something that makes them unworthy of loving partners. Tops and bottoms need to respect what one another go through in order to sexually please each other. Just as bottoms need to respect how a top uses his muscles to hold himself up to please that bottom, tops need to respect what bottoms must go through in order to accommodate them. Bottoms go through the rigors of douching and during sex, bracing themselves for the entry of a cock of any size is a task.

And the bigger the dick, the greater the task.

So any male that can't appreciate and respect that, is not a real man at all. The bottom who accommodates their big dick, and appreciates and respects what a top has to go through to please his bottom is the real man.

So just as in every union, mutual respect in is order. I respect what a top goes through to please me, and I have the same respect for any bottom that I'm with. And I'd like to think that whatever position I choose to be in that instance, they have the same respect for me.

Maybe it's my degree of versatility that makes me able to express this point of view. And it's simply an open hearts and mind that allows total tops and total bottoms to agree with me. Whatever the case may be, there is enough misconceptions from those outside the gay community about our sex lives. Therefore, we shouldn't make ourselves lower than already perceived by living our lives with deep conviction to misconceptions about other gay men.

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