Anal sex continues to be my favorite sex, but it’s not all bells and whistles. Basically there are 3 types of bottoms. Guys who are too tight, too loose, or just right(yes it’s the Goldilocks effect.) Let me explain.
There are those horny bottoms that don’t work their holes open at all before an encounter, making the top do all the work. I love eating butt, BUT my tongue can’t stretch a tight hole enough for fucking. Fingers can be useful but some guys don’t like fingers, and I don’t like seeing pained expressions while trying to help the situation. Also, I find finger fucking to be not that sexy, considering how sticky it makes everything. The solution is to sit on a moderate sized dildo or butt-plug before the encounter. If yer tight, walk through the motions of popping that b-hole open before you ask someone else to do it.
Then there are guys that are too loose. I have an above average uncut penis (7×5.) It’s a nice size but there are going to be some guys I can’t satisfy without toys or a fist. But I have been with slutty bottoms that knew how to clench there holes just right. So if you’re a bottom that craves more, more and even more, practice squeezing a small butt-plug once and awhile. Too much friction is a pain, but not enough is just pointless. Considering all the physical issues with getting in position for a good fuck, a loose hole just does not work.
Finally there are the butt’s that are just right. Either the dude gets fucked a lot and has superior muscle control, or he’s prepped his tight ass with a small toy. The perfect bottom is the kinda guy that knows he’s there to service the needs of the man in front of him, and derives pleasure from helping him meet his goals. Being too tight or too loose hinders that process and only frustrates the situation.
So please communicate. Get to know, and prep, your butts appropriately. Let’s not fuss with fingers, or hours of butt licking. Let’s not get so loose, we control. Let’s just get back to fucking.
As usual I am late to the game. I just found out about the co-opting of the #proudboys by gay men today. In the spirit of the Twin Cities Pride parade being a month late, I feel the need to throw my hat in the ring, even though it’s a bit after the fact. The more anti-fascist/pro-fag imagery the better, right? And besides this image came to me instantly after reading an article about how the fascists are pissed off that their pathetic name has been made awesome in the name of Gay Pride. I couldn’t help but draw it right away. Happy belated Pride people!
Last two posts I’ve been sorta playing with a theme. Two dicks then three dicks and now four? This one is a little wonky with one of the Tops showing his backside and not his fat wang bar like his buddies. Dispite this omission there are still 4 cocks visible so I think it still fits with the theme.
Last week I posted a “2 Dicks is Better than One” sketch. This week it’s three dicks, on three guys, who sort of look like brothers comparing their similar looking equipment. This is a digital sketch so I was able to confront the framing issues head on, unlike the last weeks pen sketch where the balls got cut off one of the wang bars. Will next week bring four cocks?
I used to have so much solo fun making jack-off videos in the early days of xtube. I am a bit of an exhibitionist, and it was a rush getting attention for something so easy and enjoyable, but in the end I stopped because I didn’t like being recognized at the bar. I got tired of having expectations placed on me when I generally prefer anonymity. Looking for romance, I hope to find a good conversation with a handsome fella when I go out. Often times my online persona would get in the way with that objective. Either I’d get obnoxiously hit on by mega horny dudes, or guys would assume I’m mega horny all the time. Basically it stopped being cool, and became a chore to keep up. Unfortunately I couldn’t just keep this fetish in the bedroom. Sometimes I regret pulling the plug on my xtube channel, but overall I’m happy with that decision. I’d rather be focusing on my aesthetic convictions with this site, and keep some parts of life private. But you never know… maybe one day I’ll fire up the webcam and spunk it up for viewers again, or maybe I’ll post an old video in a fit of nostalgia. For now it’ll be just something to think about.
I just wanted to draw some beautiful dicks this week. I like the composition, even though a set of balls got cut off at the bottom of the page(yikes!) but that only makes room for the cuddly bellies that frame the top. Despite the awkward cropping, this pic still makes me happy and horny. But next time I sketch crotches I’ll find a taller paper stock.
In attempt to get myself posting again, (and again, and again,) I’ve pulled out a few old ink drawings I scanned years ago. The original art work exists in a single spiral bound sketchbook located in my closet full of sketchbooks. Now they are completely bit-mapped. Rendered only in black and white pixels. The drawings were made from online porn pics, so you might recognize one or two of them.
Just a late night sketch. Nothing too peculiar. But I feel there is a tension in the line that expresses my deep loneliness. Immediate, contemplative and many mistakes.Kinda sounds like my sex life over the past few years.
Maybe it’s because the long road to the 2020 presidential election had become aggravating weeks ago, and/or maybe it’s because I stayed up late last night watching the polls close with a few too many beers, but I feel like a dick today. I don’t just feel like a dick metaphor as in “being a dick” or being “cocky.” I feel like a dick up my ass and feel like a dick in my mouth. Since I feel like I’m being fucked by the system, it would at least be nice to get the real thing once and awhile-sigh! Covid is still looming over the American landscape, so I’m prolly not gonna get fucked today, but at least I can draw all the dicks, cocks and, butts I need to soothe my sad gay life. This race is tight, so no matter what the result of election, please find time in your life to fight fascism. Society has gotten really scary as of late, and we need to make sure the shriveled penises of the anti-American right wing don’t dick us out of our freedoms and liberties.
Not much is going on these days. CV-19 isn’t going anywhere apparently, and that means little to no sex for bachelor Mort. Beating off gets the job done, but doesn’t cure the loneliness or the desire to see, touch, smell, taste another man. The only recourse I have are my drawings, so I will try to use this type sketch therapy more often and show the results here at UMM. Hope you enjoy the results of my pent up frustration.