Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Booth #9

Earlier this summer, around the end of May, my family (on my dad's side) visited the Smoky Mountains in Gatlinburg, TN for a family reunion cabin retreat. It was lovely.

When we got back to Louisville, KY three or four days later, I decided to stay a few more days before returning back to Michigan b/c I wanted to kick it with some old friends, get some good ole' fashioned southern fried nigga, and just enjoy myself.

On that Sunday before I left, I decided to hit up that sex store again from last year's post "My First Gloryhole (click here)".I remembered that Sunday nights were their gay nights.

Around 11 pm, I took a quick shower, threw on some old clothes, and headed out.

After they buzzed me in, I had my $10 ready to pay for admittance into the XXX  Theater  room.

They were playing some Twink-themed porn movie on the big screen and there was about...like, 10 guys sitting in the audience.

After I found my spot on a leather sofa in the back left corner of the room, I settled in and started rubbing my dick in my sweatpants, as was everyone else, other than the few who just blatantly had their dicks out.

The twinks on the big screen were sub par and it was the first time where I really noticed the lack of an ethnic presence within mainstream gay porn (which is an entirely OTHER post I'll be writing soon).

After I came back from edging in one of the private booths for a while, an average looking mature black guy (he had to be like...35?), took my place on the sofa so I sat on the other end.

One thing led to another. Hands were groping inside
of pants, nipples were being played with...it was getting kinda steamy... (plus, I could smell that he, too, was an avid fan of washing his balls before going out in public).

He asked if I wanted to get a booth and I said yeah. He whispered in my ear, telling me to meet him in booth #9 in like 5 minutes.

After my woody had gone down, I got up to meet him in the private booth area.

On my way out the theater door, I saw this tall black dude banging this short lil' asian dude over by the couches up against the wall. Another black/light skinned guy standing off on the side, watching them and jacking off.

When I made it to the booth, me and him did what we came to do, naturally. No penetration, but his oral game was on point. He kept putting his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans, which only turned me on even more.

When it was my turn, I got down there and was about to introduce his balls to my chin, until I noticed that he was uncut!

I felt like ole girl in that stabby Pyscho shower scene (click here) !!

But it was cool, though. I polished him up real well and we exchanged numbers and stuff...

We've been lightweight texting back and forth since then... I'm making one last trip to Louisville next month for another family function so I'm  definitely  gonna' hit him up for round 2 and possibly go all the way next time...

...So, whadya' know? Cogito officially has hoes in different area codes!
Music, you say?

Casanova Brown -- Teena Marie (Click Here)

Superpower -- Beyonce Ft. Frank Ocean (Click Here)

After Hours -- Gemi Fly (Click Here)

At Your Best -- MNEK (cover remix) (Click Here)

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Sunday, June 22, 2014

The Art of Hiding Porn

When I was 16, we lived in a house with a finished basement. My dad turned it into his "man cave", with a pool table, xbox, big screen, microwave/deep freezer, etc. He also built my room down there so it was all a 16 year old boy could ever ask for.

I could hear people's footsteps and tell whether or not they were walking towards the basement door and, if so, had more than enough time to exit out of any porn sites on the family computer, or take the dvd out of the xbox, etc.

On days when I decided to skip school, I'd wait for him and my stepmom to go to work, and my other siblings to go to school, and I'd have the whole house to myself.

The first thing I always did was raid my dad's room for porn.
He'd have stacks of "bootleg" DVDs with no cases... I had my favorites:

Bootytalk Vol. 63
Asian Chicks and Big Black Dicks
Spinal Tap
Oops All Anal

In retrospect, these were where I was first introduced to some of my favorite (straight) black porn stars such as: Mr. Marcus, John E. Depth, Brian Pumper, Wesley Pipes, Rico Strong...

After he found my first stash hidden at the bottom of my dresser drawer, I had to get creative and, through trial and error, eventually found the PERFECT hiding spot.

Our basement ceiling was made of those panels you could lift up and remove so I hid my stash in the upper right hand corner by the big screen speakers.

The hiding spot was so good, in fact, that when I made this last trip to Louisville earlier this summer (as seen in the "In Memoriam" post click here), I realized that I never even retrieved them before moving out a few years ago.

Lo and behold! Turns out that they were still there after all this time!

In the morning, when I was giving my dad a final goodbye hug before I hit the highway back up north, I told him that I'd left him a gift downstairs on the pool table.

Halfway on my way towards Michigan, my dad sent me a text:

"Better late than never!".
Where were some places you hid your smut as a teen?
These days, I save all of my downloads to a password-protected external hard drive at the end of each month.
Music, you say?
Partition -- Beyonce (Explicit Music Video)

Cold as Hell -- Marvelous 3

Este Noche -- Azealia Banks

End of Time -- Shakkapella (Beyonce Cover)
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Friday, May 23, 2014

In Memoriam

Tasha was the first person in my life that I came out to, and the first best friend I ever had.

I was in 10th grade. She was in 11th. We met in an African American History class at school together.

She's always had her demons.
Adopted at age 4 when the State took custody away from her drug-abusing mother and alleged child-molester father. Add that to a bad case of sexual-identity crisis, and BAM.

That's Tasha.

As we entered adulthood, I had to move back up north but of course we kept in touch and would kick it whenever I visited Louisville... We've had conversations about our fears of growing apart, so we promised each other not to EVER let it happen.

But, no cigar...

I haven't physically "seen" Tasha since...2010, the last time I was in town. Since then, we've done the usual occasional phone call, text messaging, inbox messages, etc. But something kinda started feeling...different.

In 2013, I went to Louisville, after a 3 year absence, and naturally, made plans to meet up.

However, when I got there, she didn't answer her phone, reply to my texts, wouldn't Facebook me back...nothing...but silence.

The confusion of her non-existence hurt my heart something fierce. I promised myself that the next time we spoke, it would be because SHE reached out to me.

In the course of that time, I'd gone through some TOUGH shit and, though I had great friends to support me through it, I needed HER. Just like she always needed me...

One day, out of the blue, in late March 2014, I suddenly get an inbox from her on Facebook talking about how she owes me an apology, and regardless of how I feel towards her, I'll always be the best friend she ever had, and blah blah blah.

We exchanged new phone numbers, reconnected, and although she never did tell me why the fuck she fell off the face of the earth, I was just happy to have my friend back and at least we were talking again...

I was recently in  Louisville about two weeks ago and as usual, was supposed to meet up with Tasha.

Wouldn't you know it? She pulled the same shit again.

She wouldn't respond to me at all, but I saw her constantly posting shit on facebook so it's not like she was being held hostage somewhere. She was posting selfies and doing #WCW, and liking statuses...

On my drive back up North, I had to stop at some random gas station on I-94N because, reflecting over all of this, I started getting teary-eyed.

By the time I made it to the bathroom, the tears were rolling...

I now realize that I was...grieving.
I was literally mourning the death of our friendship.

In all honesty, I'd rather she just not inboxed me at all and just remained wherever the fuck she was.

It's one thing to simply cut someone.
It's another thing to reopen the wound and put salt in it.

After Rob, I don't think I can survive another one-sided relationship of any kind.

It's hurting right now, like a mufucka, but I gotta let her go...
I'll always love her for who she is, but the Tasha I once knew is...gone.

I can't keep on loving her with one foot outside the door...
Music, you say? These three songs PERFECTLY sum up my feelings...

Please Don't Call This Love --MNEK

Ready for your Love -- MNEK

Every Little Word --MNEK
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Monday, May 5, 2014

4 People Who Aren't Invited To My Orgy

    So...I'm throwing a good old fashioned orgy! Scheduled on the 32nd of Nevervember, this event will be held at the  Intercontinental Hotel of Idris Elba in Narnia, New York. 

    If you're reading this post, it's because you're invited! Lube and Condoms will be provided by DawgPoundUSA and toys will be sponsored by TreasureIslandMedia 

    You are welcome to bring toys as long as they are unused/unopened and still in its original container. 

    While you are free to indulge and explore in the array of men, please note that harassment, lack of  hygiene (including dirty bottoms), excessive/unwarranted rough play, failure to stop after hearing the safety word, and overall creepiness will not be tolerated and may result in an immediate expulsion from the hotel room.     

This is an all-inclusive event, however, there are four (4) gay adult porn stars that will not be invited. 

Please see below: 
1.   Castro.

Although you do have a massive schlong and know how to use it, I think you fuck the same way Kristin Stewart acts. You're like the...Bella of black gay porn. Not to mention the lack of interest and overall contempt you seem to display towards all of your bottoms.

But that shouldn't suggest that I don't respect you. I've seen Tyger Tyson top you at least 3 times and you took his dick like a champ, and even sucked it good. Granted, it's not difficult to give head; you just did it with...experience.

In this dumb ass interview you did on Tumblr, (Click Here)you claim that you're only "gay-for-pay".

You're not invited to my orgy unless you're okay with being paid in Trident Layers.

2. Osian

*     *sigh* You can be such a better porn star...You handle every single dick that comes your way and, for what it's worth, you're arguably one of the top 20 contemporary black gay porn stars. My beef with you is that you make these painful faces like you're being impaled with a spike instead of a penis. 

Plus, when you're sucking, and all those juices start to drip from your mouth, you turn your head away from the camera, and spit it out on the floor... Fuck is up with that?
  3. Diesel Washington
     Nigga...You and that creepy ass Ronald McDonald grin of yours... *sighs*. 
.     I don't need you lurking around the hotel room, looking like an episode of To Catch a Predator.     

   4. Tyson Kobie
      As I've said before, I don't believe in "gay-for-pay" porn stars. It's one thing to claim that title, but it's a whole other thing to stop doing it and deny that you ever were. Hell, Castro has now transitioned into only doing straight porn, but even he doesn't deny his past in the gay porn industry. 

   You, on the other hand, fervently  deny your dabbling with men, and is now a bona-fide Homo-Hater, according to this article on Manzzle.com (click here) 
   Not to mention the fact that, in that interview, your body-building picture looks...gross.

  Wait. Actually, Tyson, you ARE invited to my orgy. But only as a bottom. After all the shit you've been talking, perhaps a good ole' dicking is just what you need... 
            Music, you say? 

Every Little Word You Say --MNEK

  Este Noche -- Azealia Banks

  For Who You Are -- Res

  Aladdin's Lamp -- Teena Marie

   This upcoming Wednesday, I'll be heading down to Kentucky for a couple weeks. During which time, I'll be in...
  Gatlinburg, TN on business. Stay tuned for that... 
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-     -_Cogito