make pussy for daddy

honestly, this is when i love my crazed sex life – when i can write headlines like that …

i’d seen this indian guy pissing on a white guy on xtube and i contacted him on adam4adam – he had a huge uncut dick with lots of foreskin and i needed an indian to help color in my map of the sexual world. so we made a playdate.

i met him in front of his apartment complex. i wasn’t really attracted to him, but i was horny and figured what else am i gonna do tonight. his apartment smelled like curry and so did his cock. i mean, i feel bad describing this, but it really did. and not that curry is a bad smell, but it was SO … i dunno – expected? i think i was trying to take my mind off the fact i wasn’t into the guy at all. he wasn’t bad looking – but once he told me he was in computers, i was like “really? you want to dominate me and you’re this squat little computer programmer-type dude?”

he was pretty dominant though, and i started getting into it. i thought he would fuck me but he never made that move. he sucked my cock for a while and told me he usually didn’t do that, which, you know – if you’re into having white dudes service you, fine, but that doesn’t have to define all of you. but i was digressing mentally again, and tried to get on track. i said he ould piss on me, but he never went there and on the phone, he told me he’d been drinking a lot of water. so … wtf?

he asked if i was into public scenes and i was like, yeah and we just continued with the sucking. i began to drift off into the curry haze again and he had me lay on my back. finally! i thought.

then he started thrusting his cock between my legs, under my balls and he said (you can guess it) “make pussy for daddy.”

really.

i almost started laughing. i felt bad – i mean, was this some cultural thing that indian gays do? somehow avoiding the stigma of gay butt sex? but didn’t they invent the effing kama sutra? what was making a pussy out of my taint and legs supposed to do?

he came, i came and i got out of there. he’s been emailing me, but i can’t get the image of him and i in public somewhere and him saying, “make pussy for daddy” – and i reach down and pull a kitten out of my ass or something.

squirrel watch:

the bear dance at rich’s provided me with tons of half-naked men – in particular one latino guy with major tats that hugged me. grrr!

carb watch:

i got into my old rugby shorts so i must be doing good – tho i have eaten pizza today.

mr. chicago update:

really, i’m not obsessed. it’s just good flogger (fodder for the blog). i finally broke down and called him and we’ve been texting and chatting a little. but to what end? who knows? it’s almost more depressing than not talking to him :9

song lyric of the day:

Why do you tend to forget whose vain
I’m tired of crying out at the sound of your name
Why don’t we turn this around, love ain’t the enemy

Lost Then Found – Leona Lewis