March 27, 2006
Hank Hightower...
That's all I wanted to say...
Posted by Roque at 08:55 PM | Comments (2)
November 26, 2005
Mmm... Piano...
I wanna play piano like this...
Posted by Roque at 11:34 AM | Comments (1)
November 21, 2005
Question...
Here's the deal...
I wanna do a strip poker night and almost everyone I talk to says "Sex is inevitable"
Why? Don't get me wrong, I LOVE SEX, but can't guys just get together and have a good time... naked good time... without a cock flying into someones mouth... or else where?
I guess I saw how much fun a naked party is this past year at Lazy Bear. True, there was a randon blow job here and there, but nothing to intense. Hence my idea for a strip poker night.
In my warped mind I'm thinking, make up some rules and guidelines and have fun with it.
So, that said... is it possible to have a naked party without sex?
Any thought?
Posted by Roque at 07:22 AM | Comments (4)
May 24, 2005
Good Top, Bad Top...
Yesterday I was talking with a friend about the fine art of topping. We've come to the conclusion that there are two kinds of tops... good tops and bad tops. My friend categorized me as a good top... *ahem* (not to toot my own horn or anything, but I love the top action... mucho.) It all stared when he was telling me about this guy who pretty much ripped him apart. He said it was worst the 5 minutes of his life... and my friend is someone who I would categorize as a power bottom.
This is what we came up with.
The bad tops are the ones who have no mercy or worse yet, no rhythm. Bad tops will shove their cock in an ass without any remorse about the pain there're causing, in the mean they think their victim is moaning out of ecstasy... but really, the moaning is for the excruciating amount of pain their in. Not to mention the possible rips and tears that happen to the ass while the bad top is maliciously pounding away to the poor unsuspecting bottom. My friend and I came to the conclusion that bad tops really don't get a fair amount of ass, hence the bad top etiquette.
Good tops are the ones who make it nice and easy for the bottom. Good tops really care about the length of sex rather than the preverbal "wham bam thank you sir". The good tops also know when enough is enough. I know when a guy is squinting to much, it's either time to re-lube or abandon bottom. I've had my fair share of ass, and I know first hand that bottoms talk... and I mean really talk. The last thing I wanted was a bad rep. as a top, so I decided to make being a top... an art form.
I love being a top... But being a good top? That take practice.
Posted by Roque at 05:45 PM | Comments (2)
January 20, 2005
Hurts so good...
So this morning, Scott was frisky. That almost never happens. So he woke me up so we could fool around. In the middle our "play time" I pulled my shoulder while... well, you can use your imagination... Anyway, all day today I've been in sooo much pain! When my co-worker asked how I hurt myself, I said "Sex". She looked at me and laughed. She said "that's hot" I agree. Even though I hurts like hell, it was awesome sex. What is it they say? "No pain no gain'? Yeah. I finally get some action and I hurt myself... This would only happen to me. That said, If I pull my shoulder every time Scott gets frisky? Yeah, it would be worth it.
Posted by Roque at 11:28 AM | Comments (6)
November 16, 2004
All day long I think about...
Sex... For the past few days thats all I think about. Why? I have no clue. My medication sometimes make me feel so unsexy that I don't even want to think about sex. Now? Yeah, I can't get enough. It's gotten so bad that yesterday while I was at my friends house helping her plan her wedding, I had a flash back of me and Scott having sex and I got hard... while picking out flowers. I know, how wrong in that? Last night we were lying in bed watching "Popular" while eating sorbet, and all of a sudden I got super frisky. Poor Scott. He's a victim of my over stimulated libido. Don't get me wrong, I'm a natural horn dog, but geez, this is just too much frisk. I wonder if it's because I'm not working? I mean when I was working, we both took care of ourselves. Now? All I think about is sex. Last week I went on gay.com just to chat, and all the guys on there were all about hooking up. My profile says I'm in a monogamous relationship, which must mean "open relationship" to these guys. So that didn't help. Ugh. When will this end?!? All I want is a natural sex drive that will not have me day dreaming about Scott mid-wedding planning. Is that too much to ask?
Posted by Roque at 11:14 AM | Comments (0)
November 10, 2004
Woof art...
I go to random gay artists galleries to check things out and this one caught my attention. The Flaming Artist gives his take on hardcore bear sex. His art work draws a nice line between cartoon and portrait illustration. Plus he has a funny column I like to read on his site. Check him out.
Posted by Roque at 10:52 AM | Comments (0)