Saturday, January 24, 2015



I have always loved facial cumshots. When I was 12 years old, an older boy and I engaged in oral sex. I was lying on his white bedsheets, slurping slowly and very wetly on his very long, thick penis.... when he just shot a huge load onto my face. No warning. He just came. I was so startled, I froze. I just let him ejaculate repeatedly onto my face. It was in my hair, my eyes, all over my cheeks and mouth. There was a huge amount of semen, and it was very thick and sticky.

When he recovered from his orgasm, he whispered, "Fucking hell...!" And then smeared it all over my face. He was so loving in the way he did that, that I didn't do anything but stay frozen, his huge prick still in my hand, and let him worship my face with his semen.

Ever since, I've loved facials. I can't tell you why. I just do. If 100 men wanted to spend the afternoon ejaculating onto my face, I'd let them. If I could do bukkake, I would.

About 1995 or 1996, I met a stripper here in D.C. -- a European guy with a porn star's body, long uncut cock, and lots of brains. He had muscled pecs, perfectly toned. With medium-sized nipples, which got raging hard and erect when he was aroused. He had a rock hard belly, but no abs. He had untrimmed, dense blonde-brunette pubes, plenty of foreskin, and lovely bluish veins running like lightning along the side of his shaft. His balls were large, and hung very low when he was not ready to cum. But when he shot, they were tight against his body. His legs were muscular and powerful, but lithe and densely hairy.

I loved him.

The first time we had sex, I had my finger deep inside his ass, stroking his prostate. He was exceptionally tight, and felt uncomfortable with my finger working him. But he was overjoyed with the prostate massage, and was moaning loudly. His ejaculations were powerful, easily shooting seven to 10 streams about three or four feet.

He came in my mouth first, and I pushed his knob deep into my throat and swallowed.

I kept digging at his prostate with my fingertipe, and he was crying out, begging me, ordering me to stop it.

And as I popped his cock out of my mouth to make a joke, he shot all over my face. I instantly began rubbing his spurting knob all over my face as he moaned, cried out, trembled, and begged me to stop. As his orgasm subsided, he shivered and moaned low, gasping for breath, spread-eagled on my bed. His prick was soft in my hand, and I was kissing it and licking it and tasting the semen on it.

I crawled up his body, which was drenched in sweat. He could feel me coming, and raised his hands. He found my shouldes, then caressed my face with his hands...rubbing his semen all over my face. He then guided my face to his mouth, and he kissed me. We Frenched for the next 30 minutes or so, and occasionally he'd stop and lick his own cum from my face. I could taste his salty-sweet seed in his mouth.

Oh, I felt at such peace!

But he had a lover, and he didn't live in D.C., and I was never the one he wanted. ***siiiigh***

But I still dream about taking load after load after load of cum on my face. I dream about it every week.

Saturday, January 17, 2015



When I was about 13, I had the world's biggest crush on Patrick Labyorteaux. Mostly, it was because of teenage girl magazine photos like this, which showed him in a baby-doll T-shirt. Sometimes, they put him out there completely shirtless, and all my teenage body wanted to do was hug him and lick him and do sinful things with him. Later, he showed up in the movie Heathers as a mean jock, and he was nearly naked. I almost swooned.

Matthew, his little brother, I never quite liked. He was too cheeky for me.





YAY! Did I mention? The Web site "The New Civil Rights Movement" used my photo!


So desperately wrong, and yet so wonderfully right.


Filming the finale of Ghostbusters in 1983.


Wednesday, January 14, 2015

My friend Jeff took this photo today of my house in the snow!


Tuesday, January 13, 2015



Who else likes this house?
Well, you can't have it. It's mine. I own it. I'm closing on February 2, and will take possession on February 4. I'm moving to Cleveland Heights, Ohio.














That's erotic.


Monday, January 12, 2015

"Does anyone remember what happened at the end of the last season of The Venture Bros.? As far as we can recall, it aired about 25 years ago, and it featured Doc Venture and his kids going on some kind of Johnny Quest-style adventure while making constant David Bowie jokes. Wait, no. That was the season before the last one. Either way, the show is finally coming back -- dramatic pause to make the next bit more disappointing -- for a single, one-hour special. So we still have no idea when/if another real season of The Venture Bros. will be coming, but at least this is significantly more Venture Bros. than we got throughout all of 2014. The special airs next Monday on Adult Swim, and it apparently concerns everybody going into space. Plus, Billy Quizboy has a great line at the end of the trailer. It may just be for one hour, but it's nice to have The Venture Bros. back. - The AV Club


Friday, January 9, 2015

Star Trek gingerbread house.




It's the first snow in a year here in D.C. Here are the lion cubs at the Smithsonian National Zoo, playing in the snow.