High Strung Loner

Between the non-excitement of “the holidays,” being sick and discovering my favorite album of the year, I nearly forgot that I went to The Phoenix last night. Even though it was a Sunday night, I figured, since it was the night after Christmas, it might be at least a little busy. Downstairs was dead, upstairs there were, maybe, two dozen men total, including the guys sitting at the bar.

Ric and Ken were upstairs getting into some ass play. When they were ready to head out they asked if I wanted to go home with them. I was there to get off and go home, so I declined. Luckily, Ken is in town through New Years so the three of us can get some play in during the week.

The bench area was kind of empty, so I headed to the bathroom. It was packed. I got rock hard instantly, not surprising considering it’s been a week since I’ve even thought about my dick. There were two guys there I liked a lot but they didn’t seem interested. A third guy, though, ended up being just what I was looking for. He was a big, beefy blonde, with a nice, scruffy beard and inch thick hair spread over his chest and belly. He had a fat dick, too, and was a great kisser, but when he saw that I had a PA he dropped his pants and bent over. I fucked his hairy hole while he urged me on and a bunch of guys in the room helped us out. He turned around before I shot, we made out for a while and I got to enjoy his beautiful chest hair. I took a little break. Man, it felt fucking great to be out again!

The blonde guy was out by the benches later and ready for more, so we went at it again. It was more comfortable because he could lean on the bench get his ass lower for me. I dropped my pants and fucked him really deep. Again, we stopped before I shot my load. Next to us an hot, bearded, hairy guy was getting comfortable, sitting on a man’s dick. He started kissing me and another guy got on his knees and finished me off. I never did see his face but he got a week’s worth of my cum in his throat. I pulled up my pants, zipped up and headed home.

The Phoenix wasn’t very interesting tonight, not surprising for a Friday night. There’s a small core of men who seem to be there every Friday and Saturday, myself included. Tonight there didn’t seem to be many others. This isn’t so bad in itself. It’s not like I’ve been in town long enough or been busy enough to have had all of them (not for lack of trying), but I was looking for something/someone new.

A local guy sent me his picture in February when I was here for Mardis Gras. I’ve seen him around and figured he lost interest but he started messaging me again this week. Unfortunately, I’ve either been away from the computer or had the sound turned off and couldn’t reply before he’s gone. This guy’s incredibly handsome to me. He came into the Phoenix “play area” tonight. He asked me if I was FrankPtown  (my handle at the time) and said he wished we had been able to chat. We negotiated a little and agreed to a one-on-one fuck after we both got done playing at the bar. I wasn’t finding what I wanted and finally decided to just go home before I got cranky, saying good night to him on the way out.

Of course, he messaged me right after I got home and I drove back to The Marigny. He was house sitting in a beautiful condo and I had to rush up the stairs to the third floor so the dog wouldn’t make too much fuss. We got undressed and got right down to it.

Now, I know we had said at the bar that I’d fuck him but I didn’t think that would be the only thing we’d do. Firstly, he refused to kiss, making some excuse about his breath. So I got myself hard and he bent over. He’s a little taller than I am (Who isn’t?!?) and we had to find something that worked. His ass felt really great when I did manage to get in it and I sure was eager to plow him. Between finding a good position, though, and getting some strong whiffs of his poppers, I lost it. (Full disclosure: I told him online that poppers were OK.) I finally said It wasn’t working for me and he asked what I wanted him to do. I knew I could get hard again with some foreplay or something, but he told me he already shot a load when my dick was in his ass. I think he was just being polite but…

Anyway, he’s so good-looking I’d try again but I doubt that’s gonna happen! Sorry, bud.

I don’t know why but The Phoenix really got on my nerves tonight. Kelly was there and I fucked him with everything I had but I just couldn't shoot for him. He wanted me to do some stuff with him then spend the night but I declined. He’s nice, and certainly hot sex, but I know I just couldn’t listen to him all night long. There wasn’t much else there I was interested in and I left in less than an hour.

I got back home and got online, of course. Not much there either. As I was about to sign off, two really good-looking guys from Lafayette offered to drive here to “service” me. It took a while but I finally gave in. It’ll take them a couple of hours to get here, so I’m going to sleep and they’ll knock on the back door to wake me up when they arrive. We’ll see if it even happens.

Good night.

What can I say?? Some great nights make up for all of the dull, pointless, irritating ones.

The light in the upstairs bathroom at The Phoenix had been unscrewed so it was really dark. In less than than a minute I was being felt up by Kelly, who said he wanted to feel my PA in his ass. I ended up fucking him against the back wall. I had caught a quick glimpse of him when some light spilled in from the bar. He was hairy, heavily tattooed, had a shaved head and was wearing only a leather vest. He was slightly shorter than me, too, which made stand-up fucking much easier than usual, since I’m only 5' 4“. (In fact, later, he stood on a bench so a really tall guy could fuck him more easily!!) Anyway, just after I shot in his ass, I realized he and I had ”met“ online, maybe two years ago, and we have been corresponding ever since. Small world.

We spent most of the next three hours playing with other guys there. He was into getting fucked by as many men as he could and wanted to suck my dick while he was doing it. I shot three loads in his hole.

One of the guys was a cute Brit named Paul (unfortunately, cut) who was loads of fun. He was shaved all over, but still very hot. He had a thing for spit. He’d spit on my shaved head and spread it around my skull and on my face. Very hot. We traded pit stink, too, and I fucked him. We agreed to meet again on Sunday at his hotel.

There was a beautiful daddy-bear type who I just couldn’t figure out. He responded well when I finally gave in and started playing with him. He stroked my cock for a while. Then he got distracted by a black man and they went into the bathroom together. I sat back down on the bench and in a couple of minutes he sat down next to me, the black man stood in front of him and they continued what they had started in the bathroom. I began rubbing his back and he turned to me and said, “Please, stop doing that.” OK, did you sit here just to torture me??? It was time to go anyway.

Kelly and I went to The Clover Grill in the Quarter for a burger. He talked quite a bit. I was really tired and and the music was deafening so I just tuned everything out. Sorry, Kelly. He’ll be back this weekend and I will fuck his sweet ass again.

Home at 5:45 AM. Yikes.