That Moment When…

… you’re looking at some gay erotica, become sexually aroused, and were just about to “play with yourself” (i.e. masturbate) when someone either rings your doorbell, knocks on your room door, or your visiting mom or dad downstairs shout out your name. Damn.
TMW_you were just about to-a (GIF)TMW_you were just about to-b (GIF)TMW_you were just about to-c (GIF)TMW_you were just about to-d (GIF)TMW_you were just about to-e (GIF)
             (Don’t fret; the “about-to-masturbate interruptus” has happened to all of us.)

RENZO’S SIDE NOTE: Chance Perdomo, British actorThe gifs in this post are from a scene in Season One of ‘The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina’ Netflix’s darker, so-not-campy version of the 1970’s Archie comic book character, TV cartoon, and later 1990s TV situation comedy series called ‘Sabrina, The Teenage Witch’. Featured in the gifs is character Ambrose Spellman, portrayed by the very handsome and sexy, 22 year-old British actor, Chance Perdomo. In my eyes, Chance certainly qualifies as one of the dudes I’d like to fuck (DILF). In the series, Ambrose is the beloved and trusted pansexual warlock cousin of Sabrina Spellman.

Season Two of ‘The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina’ is scheduled to begin streaming on Netflix on April 5th, 2019.

– Renzo

That Moment When…

… your eyes – and the eyes of your arresting officer, instantly meet during his body search; and the unspoken visual message between you indicates a mutual enjoyment of what’s happening.

TMW_Cop's bodysearch is just right

Renzo’s Randoms (1)

[Dick Spit No. 2019-04]
For my first “Throwback Thursday” post, I tweeted the following yesterday …

Renzo's Tweets (14MAR2019)Spread ‘Em1_ctI had that flashback memory as I was masturbating. The tweet relates to my feelings and position on reciprocal sex. In the Masculine Perspectives article titled “Sexual Reciprocation[Dick Spit No. 2019-03], published January 27, 2019, I talk briefly about sexual reciprocation with regard to sexual roles and sexual acts. (Click here or the article name to read what I wrote.)

You see fellas, whatever it is that I’m willing to do either to you or for you as my sex partner – especially if I know it to be safe and pleasurable, I too would like have done either to me or for me in return. I firmly believe in uninhibited sexual reciprocation when it comes to having sex. Anyone hoping to be in either a fuck buddy relationship or in a committed and intimate relationship with me will have to believe in that too.

– Renzo

Sunday’s Sin (35)

Presenting images which boldly and shamelessly reflect the expressions of natural love, affection, intimacy, sensuality, and bonding between men.

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A simple yet typical “Sunday’s Sin” illustration of what many Sunday mornings are like after having (what turned out to be) a very wild night in bed with that random hot dude you picked up at the local pub the night before. There you both decided that getting a hotel room was best. Why? Because should the sex get rough (which it did) neither of you would have to worry about leaving a mess or worse, cleaning up that mess after the sex.

Yep; you guys left a huge mess in the room; with the bed sheets stained with sweat, spit, lube, cum and piss, a few brown streaks on the pillows, and several used condoms and condom wrappers thrown all over on the floor. And that bathroom! Ugh! Only men who have [wild] sex with men are known to leave such signs of male homosexual activity. In the morning, you guys saw the mess you made but just thought to yourselves, “Surely room service staff has seen this kind of thing before so… fuck it!

Oh fuck yeah. Last night with…him…was awesome as fuck! And, if he’s still around in the morning (which each of you hope), perhaps the two of you can negotiate hooking up again; either at the same hotel or better yet, at his place.
Only time will tell.

(Speech balloons by Renzo).

MP Fiction: Patience Has Its Reward

Patience_Its Reward-1Your straight best friend James was just showing off today; sharing with you all the details about how he done boned the hell out of that seemingly stuck-up babe you both met at the pub two nights ago. Never mind the fact that she wouldn’t give you any play when you tried talking to her. You suspect that was probably because she got a vibe that you weren’t completely into her – or at least not into any woman with an obvious attitude. Fuck how you hate women (and men too) who are like that, but hey; it’s all good. You figured you’d try to hook up with that very hot male barkeep named Adam who kept giving you the eye (and way too many free tequila shots) throughout the night.

Shortly after James left with that stuck-up bitch of a woman at pub closing time, you and that hot barkeep, Adam (whose name and tight, hairless bubble butt you’ll never forget) had a damn good suck ‘n fuck session in the pub manager’s office. Patience_Its Reward-1bYou entertained the thought that compared to your buddy James, and that nasty woman he took home, it was likely that you and Adam got the better deal…at least sex-wise. You think to yourself, “Straight men who have never had sex with men really don’t know all the sexual pleasures they’re missing because truthfully, only a man knows how to fully and completely sexually please another”. Yeah, that’s a truth you decide you’ll have to blog about later.

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It’s seven o’clock Monday morning. You and James are off work on Mondays and, as usual for the past few years, the two of you meet each other at the community running track for your weekly morning jog/run/walk exercise. During the warm-down walk around the track, James starts telling you his tale about her – that stuck-up woman he picked up from the pub Saturday night. (Her name isn’t important which is why you forgot it the moment it fell from his lips.) James goes on and on about the firmness of her tits and ass, the tightness of her pussy, and how it would grip his big dick at each piston stroke he gave her. He boasts how he had made her come three times– gushing pussy juice all over the bed between eating – then fucking – her pussy. He says the pussy was damn good but complains that her one drawback was that she wasn’t good at giving head.

“Man, that bitch was all teeth!”, said James. “And since she can’t give good head, I’m done with her!“

You chuckle at hearing this, remembering how often James tells you just how particular he is about getting his dick sucked. Sweet.

As you listen more intently, you realize that the details he shares about the woman he sexed over the weekend are indeed sexy as fuck. Then again, James has a certain way of putting an erotic spin on almost everything he talks about. It’s a skill you and he share – and perhaps one of the many reasons why the two of you enjoy talking to each other. So, you didn’t mind when he glanced down at your groin and noticed that growing boner in your running shorts. From the many sex stories James has shared with you over the last few years, he usually shared such stories as the two of you did your walk-down around the track. Surely, he must have noticed the hard-on in your running shorts, particularly since you freeballed, wearing not so much as a jockstrap underneath which always caused your dick to bounce freely when you jogged or walked. Maybe because James really is that straight – or at least portrays to be, which could be why he never once said anything…not even to give you a friendly “no-homo” tease about your boner. Perhaps he’s thinking that if he says something…if he says anything about your jawn, it would mean he noticed way too much – and that in itself could be a bit awkward.

It suddenly occurs to you that you’re putting way too much thought into the natural function of your penis. You realize that in all the time you and James have known each other and whenever he’d spin one of his highly sexually erotic stories of some female conquest of his, he’s never once made mention – nor poked fun, as most guys tend to do to each other, about your obvious erection. Besides, assuming James did notice the front of your jogging shorts poking out, it could very likely signify to him just how much you were enjoying listening to his… sexcapades. Knowing you’re bisexual – and probably long suspecting that you’ve got a sexual thing for him too, James plays off noticing the erection in your running shorts as he continues telling his wild and sexy story. Then James stops walking on the running track, causing you to stop walking too.

Patience_Its Reward-2a“Bruh, I know you’ve just been dying to see what I’ve been working with and what the ladies love.” “Check it out…” he says, as he pulls back one part of his yellow shorts to reveal through the mesh…. it.

You can’t help but glance down at it, gasp, and utter to yourself (in what you thought was a low whisper)…“Daaaayum”.
Even in its limp or flaccid site, James’ dick is awesome as fuck; looking just as you had hoped – in your masturbatory fantasies of him– it would look like.
Wait. Did you just say that out loud? Oh fuck! Yes, the fuck you did! A feeling of embarrassment rushes over your face. Yet, you can’t stop staring at his blessed thick manhood as you think to yourself… “There ought to be a law or something against Nature creating such fine men then cursing them with such a beautifully heavy, uh… appendage… to carry.”

Patience_Its Reward-2bAs you and James resume your walk around the track, your mind starts to imagine you telling him how much you’d love to at least cop a feel of that thick “middle leg” of his; to get just one nice grip of that wonderful man-meat. You hesitate to say a word because you know damn well that were you to merely touch it…to grip and hold it in your hand…even if all you did was merely rub the back of your hand against his dick through the mesh netting of his jogging shorts, you’d want to do more…oh so much more! So, no… you think to yourself. Just touching or slightly feeling James’ fine dick won’t be enough for you. You’re going to want to taste it… to suck on it, too. And knowing just how much you love an attractive dick/cock, you’d want to keep on sucking on James’ dick because you know that the moment you’re allowed to hold it….once you get your lips around his wonderful thick flaccid penis…feeling it grow to its long hardness inside your mouth, you won’t be able to let go.

Your mental fantasy continues as you imagine taking deep in your mouth his beautiful thick cock; pressing your nose against his black curly-haired pubic mound then later against his hairy musky ball sack. You can’t help but inhale in the strong, sweaty musk of his pubes and his balls which after running several laps, are moist from being trapped in those nylon shorts. Oh yes; sucking James’ dick – or letting him skull-fuck you, would feel so fuckin’ good and so fuckin’ …. natural.

Patience_Its Reward-3Your fantasy of blowing James right there on the running track enhances as you imagine his cock erupting, filling your mouth with that familiar bittersweet taste of man-spunk; some of his seed spilling from a corner of your lips. Oh, yeah; going down on James will be more of a treat; perhaps more for you than for him…or so you’d like to think. You’d want all of James’ dick. At this point of the fantasy, you feel your own dick leaking precum.

You switch the fantasy to where James pulls out of the skull-fucking he’s giving you, roughly turns you over, grabs you by the waist and thighs, orders you to bend over and arch your back, then pulls down your jogging shorts, as he spits on – then tongues – your hairy ass hole before shoving his cum-covered hard cock between your sweaty butt cheeks. Your body readily and most easily complies as you take a deep breath from this anal invasion. Patience_Its Reward-3cThe head of James’ dick has found your opening as it slowly enters in, followed quickly by what feels to you like the never-ending long shaft of his engorged manhood. He’s entering ever so deeply into your moist, relaxed, now-surely fucked manhole. You feel the full length of James’s dick in your tight ass as he begins to slowly perform that deep-in and partially out piston motion you so greatly love when you bottom. You can’t help but whisper loudly in this fantasy …“Oh yeah, you sexy muthafucka!” My ass and body are yours! Fuck, how you feel so damn good inside me. Yes, my fyne brotha…fuck me. FUCK ME!!!”

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While this erotic scene plays quickly in your mind, James’ deep baritone voice shakes you back to reality as he says chuckling,
“Hey, g. I knew you’d like what you saw if I showed it to you. But damn, bruh, snap out of it. If you could see the look on your face right now!”

That small bit of embarrassment you felt earlier quickly fades because you know your friend gets it. After all, how did James expect you’d react to seeing his handsome dick… something he’s never before shown you? Still, the way he looks at you…smiling and chuckling, suggests that he not only noticed your surprise reaction when he pulled back the corner of his shorts to show you “what he’s working with and what the ladies love”to use his words… but that he also clearly heard you gasp at its appearanceAlthough you and James are the only two people on the running track, you can’t but wonder whether anyone else might have seen what you just did.

James again stops walking to put his arm around your shoulder, gives you a quick hug and says…
“It’s all good, bruh. I understand. I dig the fact that you dig me sexually and hey; it’s all good. Frankly, I’m flattered. And just so you know, in the few years we’ve known each other, hung out together, have been cool friends and all that, I’ve always appreciated how you never once made a move on me… though I can’t say I’ve never wondered why.

You tell him: “Well, that’s because I like and respect you as a friend, bruh. And I happen to respect our friendship more than any physical or sexual desire I might have for you. I’m sure you’ve long suspected that I’m sexually attracted to you. If not, well…fuck it, now you know. And though you’re cool with me being bi, it’s no reason for me to take advantage of our friendship by making a pass. Fuck, g; Been there, done that back when I was young, ignorant, and didn’t know any better. I try not to make the same mistakes twice. So yeah, I’m not going to intentionally say or do anything which I think might or possibly could fuck up our friendship; which in my mind, is a damn good friendship.”

“It’s all good.” says James.
“Listen, bruh. I may be straight but that doesn’t mean that I’m not human. Fuck, let’s just be honest. Aight? Sometimes I jack off thinking about you and me getting down; just us two homies who happened to like, respect, and trust each other. I’ve imagined us busting a nut together – either while jacking off while we watched porn – gay porn, that is. Perhaps if we’re both feeling freaky, especially after we’ve had a few drinks or smoking some weed, we could kick a lil’ sumthin’ sumthin’ with each other. Know what I’m sayin’, g?”

“Really, James?”, you say…trying not to sound too excited. “Well, damn! I’ve jacked off several times to fantasies about us kicking it, too! In fact, I just had one hot fantasy the moment you showed me your dick. Uh…if that doesn’t gross you out or anything…”

“Naw, g. I kinda figured you must have taken some kind of mind-trip somewhere on that level. I mean… the expression on your face when you saw my dick – then hearing what sounded you swallowing your tongue, gave away whatever was going through that mind of yours! And check out that wet spot in your shorts.” says James, letting out a hearty laugh.

You look down at your crotch. You knew you were leaking precum during your quick fantasy about James but didn’t think you had leaked so much as to have it show through the front of your shorts.

“Well, you caused that to happen, James; with you telling your sexy ass stories AND showing me your nice-looking dick too! Damn. I – or rather my dick – couldn’t help itself!”, you say chuckling.

It’s all good, g. Look; don’t get me wrong; I still like and prefer women…and I’m almost pretty sure I’m not bi or anything. But fuck; maybe I am. Who the fuck knows and why the fuck should anyone but me care? I like sex. Aight? And, though I’ve never kicked it with a guy, that doesn’t mean I won’t try it…I mean, that doesn’t mean that I haven’t been curious about trying it…at least with the right guy. You feel me?” , he says with a wink.

“Yeah, James. I feel you. And just so you know, you never have to label your sexuality nor ever justify to anyone what you like, enjoy, and/or choose to do sexually. It’s your business…and of course, the business of whomever you choose to get down with. As I said, I believe human sexuality is fluid…a subject we’ve talked about before.”

 James says, “See, bruh? That’s one of the reasons why I like you. You’re so open-minded and deep!” “Hey”, continues James, pointing down to his erection and the wet spot on the side of his jogging shorts. “Would you look at that? Now we’re both hard and leaking just talking about sex and I’m fucking horny. If you’re willing, how ‘bout we finish our morning exercise… in bed?

Recalling that hot fantasy you had earlier, quickly you respond…
“Sweet. Your place or mine?”
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Oh yes…patience does indeed have its reward.

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– Renzo

Perhaps You Can Relate…

[Dick Spit No. 2019-01] I’m hoping 2019 will be the year of my first actual/serious date in a decade. This random sex thing – while often fun and pleasing, may sooner or later take a toll on this sexy, healthy, middle-aged body. I mean, fuck; it’s 3:48 am on a Monday morning as I begin writing this, having already tweeted and Facebook-posted the heavily abbreviated, censored version of what happened last night/this early morning.

perhaps you can relateThis past weekend was indeed a long for me. I had just flown back from Philly this past Saturday after attending my mom’s funeral held the Thursday before. Yesterday (Sunday) afternoon I did my radio show (which, after live broadcasting, often leaves me exhausted). I then went home, had dinner, and had planned to simply chill in my recliner, watching whatever was on TV until I was drowsy and ready to go to bed.

Sometime before midnight, I get a call from a former fuck-buddy of mine. Damn. Looking at the name on the caller ID and seeing the name “Kevyn J.”, it hit me that I had neither seen nor heard from Kevyn (“Kev” for short) in years. I’d always assumed he had moved on.
[S/N: In my experience, fuck buddies, particularly some older ones, always get out of the “game” of being a fuck-buddy as they move on to marriage or to some other committed relationship type situation. It’s no biggie. Over the years, I’ve long since gotten used to my fuck-buddies moving on without leaving so much as a word or hint to me that it might be weeks, months, or perhaps years before we’d again hook up – if ever, or at least again see each other. Considering this, I always like to fuck my sex partners as though sex with that person would be the last time I’d have sex with that person (because it just might be).]

I had half a mind to ignore Kevyn’s call, thinking, “Well, I’ll be damned. Where the fuck has his fine sweet ass been all these years? Perhaps it was on instinct that I decided to answer his call. perhaps you can relate (gif1)It’s not as though I get sex that often – especially from a guy with whom I still have fond memories – and would often jack off to those memories – of us having some damn good, hot man-sex. I answered the call and, just as I suspected, Kevyn was indeed shamelessly making a late-night booty call. All he said to me was, “Hey-y-y-y, Renzo! Whassup? I’m in town. Mind if I come over?” I chuckled to myself as I noticed my dick getting hard, precum already oozing from the tip. Yep; this guy Kevyn (who’s about fifteen years younger than me) was only one of a few dudes whose fellow masculine,“alpha male” type demeanor, his willingness to “go with the flow” in bed, and who readily (most thankfully) reciprocated any sex act I did to him – to say nothing of his excellent personal hygiene practices, was on my list of favorite fuck-buddies.

I have always held (and still hold) a strong physical and sexual attraction to Kevyn. He is very good-looking, has a beautiful body (at least his is my preferred body type – the kind which I unapologetically reflect in many of the images I post on Masculine Perspectives), and always smelled good. Guys like Kevyn have always had a unique sexual effect on me; the telltale signs being my rock-hard erection and strings of precum leaking out of my cock whenever he’d text or call asking whether he could come over. Though I might be tired as fuck (as I was last night from my recent trip home and the weekend), it was always difficult for me to say “no” to him; something which goes back several years when we first started our fuck-buddy relationship. And, as tired as I was last night, I couldn’t say no to him. I can’t explain it, but my body always seems to find the energy to have sex.

Anyway, I said to Kevyn, “Sure, man; come on over.” Well, that cocky mutherfucker just knew I was going to say “yes” because before I could finish my sentence, he immediately said, “Already on my way. See you in ten!” perhaps you can relate_rn's dildo, 7inchI hung up then went to my bedroom to remove the comforter and throw pillows from the bed. Next, from the nightstand I took out the half empty box of condoms – checking the expiration date, then took out the lube and cock rings and placed all of that on top. I took out my 7-inch lifelike dildo, too – though rarely do I use my dildo when having sex. However, since I bought it several months ago, I wanted to show it off to Kev.
[S/N: My dildo (pictured) is strictly for my personal pleasure when I’m exceptionally horny and the “real thing”– like Kev’s dick for example, isn’t available to satisfy my needs.]

I had showered several hours earlier so I was ready… ass-wise, for sex. Based on my many previous sexual experiences with Kevyn, I figured (and found that I had figured correctly) that he’d be ready…ass-wise, too. We both are very much into eating ass (aka anilingus) and that’s always a good thing! The moment Kevyn walked in my place we kissed and caressed each other like we were old lovers before pulling away to go sit in the living room and chat for a bit. We enjoyed a couple of glasses of white wine before Kevyn leaned over to kiss me and begin making out. He pulled off my robe to find me already naked underneath….dick hard, leaking precum. perhaps you can relate_toe lickHe leaned down to lick the precum from my dick before putting his lips around the head then went on to swallow the entire shaft, sucking my dick for all its worth. Feeling like I was about to cum, I gently push Kevyn’s head off my dick so I could pull off his shirt, jeans (he wasn’t wearing underwear), and socks. I took one of Kev’s beautiful sweat-moist feet in my hand to massage and suck on his toes. I don’t have a foot fetish but am a sucker, so to speak, for attractive guys who have (what I perceive), are nice, well-pedicured feet. As I reached up to begin sucking Kevyn’s dick, he grabbed my hand, saying “Let’s take this to bed.” (You can use your imagination regarding what happened next.)

Roughly three hours later, after the great sex, Kevyn goes to the bathroom to wash his dick and balls. He shouts out to me (who’s busy drafting this blog article) in the bedroom, “Hey man… I hate to play “hit it and run” but I gotta get back to my brother’s place. I’m flying out tomorrow afternoon.”
Late-night booty calls, particularly those held the day before the work week starts, can be something else. I’m usually off work on most Mondays and had hoped Kevyn would stay with me until morning. Fuck how I miss spending mornings with him. We’d always have some very hot sex in the morning, often started by whichever one of us had woken up first and began doing something sexual – and sexy – to the other as he slept. Oh, yeah…morning sex can often be the best sex! Oh well; so much for me getting any of that from him this time around. *sigh*
perhap you can relate_kj
Kevyn just left here a few minutes ago. It’s now 4:21 am on this second Monday of the new year. I should be tired but… I’m notI’m fuckin’ horny again! After I close and publish this article, I’m going back to bed and jack off before I go to sleep. I’ll lay my naked ass in the cum-damp spot on my bed, among the many blond pubic hairs Kevyn left behind on the sheets. As I jack off, I’ll repeatedly sniff the same pillow I propped under Kevyn’s ass so that I could better eat and fuck that tight, hairy hole of his. The odor of man-funk – that is, the combined male pheromones from our armpits, scrotums, ass funk, and the cum odor from both Kev’s body and mine own still linger in my bedroom. All those funky odors serve as an aphrodisiac and certainly must be the cause for why I’m horny. Fuck, how I wish Kevyn were back

Listen to me carry on. I may need to chill a bit with these late-night weekend fuck-buddy booty calls.

– Renzo