On Gay Marriage

Gay Marriage…

Connie’s wedding got me thinking about marriage and the situation that is a reality for gay couples. Connie could now enjoy all the privileges of having a society sanction and approve of her commitment and with it all the benefits and laws that pertain therein to the institution of marriage.

A lot of people say that for gay couples it is acceptable to call it a “civil union”. Then go on to define marriage as the union between one man and one woman. I disagree. They are asking society to define marriage the same way they define it. They are asking society to grant them a patent if you will on the word “marriage” and to accept their definition as the one and only.

What I resent the most is that these people could give a shit about GLBT persons and are only pursuing this perverse endeavor not because they value marriage but because it is important to them that their definition of marriage is accepted because theirs is the one that belongs to “the true religion” and therefore by society doing this they have attained validation. It is a way of society telling them that they now have the legal right to discriminate against LGBT people. It is legal because it has been enshrined into a law. There is nothing these right wing religious fanatics would like more than to see a Constitutional Amendment that defines marriage as a union between one man and one woman. This they consider their victory and the only acceptable outcome.

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The alley of sin

I am back at the truck yard in the alley next to the gay bar in Miami. I have been back here time and time again. It has become addictive. The sex is so plentiful and the guys are so hot that it is difficult to stay away. This activity goes on almost every night and on Sundays from about four in the afternoon until the wee hours of the morning.

This particular night it was Friday and towards the end of the month which means payday for many and the hustlers were out on the prowl. The Johns were also looking for hook ups and were willing to pay for sex. I had one guy approach me. He was in his late forties and not bad looking. As a matter of fact I thought he was downright hot. He asked me at the bar: “so, you are a working boy?” I was very taken back by the question since I have never hustled. I am a porn star, true, I will fuck anybody in front of the camera for money but I have never considered turning a trick.

Other than the salt and pepper hair, the guy was hot. I mean, he had a body with muscularity and some hair. He had both nipples pierced and a very nice set of armpits. His cock was uncut and not small. His face was handsome and I have no idea why he would need to pay for sex. I didn’t say anything but went with him instead. It was clear that he was out looking to get fucked and he insisted in groping me before we left. I guess he wanted to make sure he was paying for something worthwhile in the size department. Since I get hard easily, my dick engorged itself with blood and grew to the respectable ten inches everyone so admires.

We went through the chain link fence which now had an opening large enough to allow people to get through. We climbed the stairs and then the ladder to the roof. We got to a recessed area between two of the vents and the water air conditioning cooler. The guy was on his knees immediately, even though I told him to explore because I wanted to explore his body too. Remember that I mentioned he had nice armpits. He was wearing these beach shorts and no shirt. They came off and he started to suck my cock. Not bad but a bit on the rough side because his teeth kept getting in the way.

Then I reached for his ass and he let out a sound of approval. “yes, papi, that’s it, ah, oh, yes, yes” and then I put my fingers in it much to his delight. By the time I had three fingers in his pucker hole he was begging me to fuck him. I told him that I wanted to eat his ass. This sort of drove him bananas. He said to eat him that was even beyond his expectations. And I started to rim him. It was a hairy ass, the type that is firm and just got him so turned on that he said if I kept it up he was going to shoot. I told him to let me know because I wanted to suck him off.

But he didn’t cum just yet. I then positioned myself where I could penetrate his bum hole. There is no bigger pleasure than fucking a firm, hairy ass. There is something about the feeling of the hair, the maleness, the way it just reminds you that it is a man and not a bitch.

I put enough saliva in my cock and had left enough on his ass from the rimming job that when I pushed the head it went in without difficulty. The warmth of his ass surrounded my dick and it was more than warm, it was downright hot temperature wise. He started to wiggle and then contracting. He would squeeze and let go. He was intent on milking my cock. The pace increased and so did my thrusts. Now I was plunging my dick into him and pulling it out completely. Did not miss once, always hit my target. I think this guy was just so turned on that he kept saying: “papi, make me your bitch, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck me like a cheap whore, oh, oh, oh my God, oh, fuck the shit out of me, please papi, faster, oh, oh, harder, yes, that is it, fuck me hard” Then he said he was going to shoot and I turned him over and with his legs spread open I went down on him to capture his man juice.

He came all right, stream after stream of hot liquid love. I was tasting it and enjoying it. And then he wanted to kiss me and for me to give him some. So I did and then I came in one final, loud orgasm. By then we had about five other guys with their dicks out playing with themselves as they watched us fuck.
“Ok boys, show is over” I said and they left. My trick then pulled out a $100.00 bill and gave it to me. I didn’t want to take it but I did in order to fulfill his fantasy and it did my ego a lot of good too. It should have been me paying him actually because he was such a good fuck.

I went down the ladder and then the stairs and one of the trucks parked on the dock had someone in it. It was the truck driver. I guess he got there too late and they had closed so he decided to spend the night right there. But it is clear that he knew what was going on and had his door open and his dick out, he was actually playing with himself. He was in his late thirties and was not that cute nor did he have a big dick. He had a nice body with tats and that was what attracted me to him. I imagine that I probably would not be too horny after the good fuck I gave my trick but watching him up there inside the truck playing with himself made me hard once more and I cupped my crotch and adjusted my dick so that it went down my leg rather than being imprisoned by the 501’s. The trucker could now see my bulge, it usually runs down halfway down my thigh. And it is very impressive to see because I have even turned myself on looking in the mirror while wearing jeans and sporting a hard on.

“You want to come in the truck?” So I climbed up and he started to draw the curtains. He had it set up with a bed behind the cab and had everything in it, including privacy. “make yourself comfortable, take off your clothes” So I took off my shirt and started to unbutton my 501’s. When my dick popped out, the

expression he had I will never forget “Jesus Fucking Christ, that is the biggest cock I have ever seen, it scares the beejeezus out of me, I don’t think I can take that monster up my ass” he said. I told him not to worry that we would only do what he wanted and we would go only as far as he wanted to go. But the idea was in his mind and I think he wanted to try.

We started to kiss and then we did sixty nine for a while but while I was sucking his cock, I started to play with his ass and he was responding. I think he liked getting fucked but was intimidated by the size of my dick. Soon I moved to eat his ass and he was enjoying it. He said: “ok, you can fuck me, but don’t put all of your dick inside, go about half way, I will let you know when to stop”

All right then, I thought I go for it and even if it is only halfway, I will still enjoy a tight trucker’s ass. The head went in with some difficulty, and then I started to move a little to get him used to it. He did not seem to have too much discomfort so I pushed in a little further. I was now about half way and was beginning to pump harder, pulling out further and pushing my dick in a little further each time. Still Mr. Trucker was not complaining.

“oh, oh, shit, oh, fuck, mother of God, oh, oh, that is one big mother fucker, oh, oh, I’m getting fucked, I know I am getting fucked by the biggest cock in Miami, oh, oh, oh yes, fuck me, yes, oh, deeper, oh, oh, oh shit, oh my Lord, oh, oh, fuck me, fuck me harder, oh, oh, Jesus fucking Christ, oh, oh, oh, shit, it hurts, oh, oh, but it hurts so good, oh, fuck it, fuck it, fuck my ass, oh, oh, yes, deeper, put it all the way in, yes, yes that is it, fuck me” All of this verbal encouragement was a big turn on for me. After a few more thrusts, I told him I was going to blow my load. “wait a minute, let me cum first and then take it out so I can suck you off” The trucker was a cum pig. Lord knows how many cocks he sucks at those truck stops. So he shot his wad with a little hand assistance from me and drank his own cum. Then I pulled out and came just over his mouth and he captured all of it with his tongue. He was swallowing as fast as he could and smacking his lips. “Tastes so good” he said. I got my clothes on and gave him the $100.00 bill my John had given me. I told the trucker that I had never had anyone take my whole shaft and that he had been the best fuck I had in my life. What else would I have done, the guy was a good fuck and I didn’t need the money.

I left Sin Alley, stopped at the bar to get a drink to quench the thirst from all the sucking and I was back the following afternoon. The warehouses closed on the weekends and Sin Alley and the truck yard are really humming with activities. One good thing about going on Saturdays, it is still daylight and you can cruise better, you get a good look at the guys so that you don’t end up with some troll and it may be too late to retreat once your dick is in his mouth.

Once the night engulfs the sinful alley, the figures lurk in the dark as demons of the underworld. It is the cover of night that offers the anonymity, that hides the wrinkles and the ugliness of mankind. Youth is a secondary thing in the dark. When the eyes can not discriminate well, the animalistic sexual drives take over and all inhibitions are shed to the side.

But I will say that I never had anyone that was not either attractive or young. Somehow the old aunties never came on to me. Perhaps because I am so good looking they see me as unattainable. They seldom make passes at me in bars, and in this alley of sin, it is not very easy for a decrepid old queen to climb the stairs and then a ladder in order to have wild sex. They prefer more sedate venues like tearooms or the baths.

Would you accept a dinner invitation?