52nd Birthday Lustful Wishlist

On March 31, 2023, I will turn 52 years old. Although since many gay males suffer from Peter Pan Syndrome, they believe that, especially in dark spaces, I should lie about my age and pass myself off as the reverse of my upcoming age, which would be 25.

Well that's not how I roll. For to my most loyal readers, this will sound redundant, but it bears repeating.

I celebrate getting older for 2 reasons. 

1.  I have said almost every year how because of sexual repression be it by religious, ethnic, and/or family culture, a sad number of LGBTQ+ people don't get to become 18. And if they become 18, many in 2023 are still either living double lives, or playing straight while repressing their LGBTQ+ nature. So I proudly celebrate turning 52 because I have overcome the need or desire for such repression. I have matured to being unapologetic about my love and lust for the male form, and occasional lust for the female form. To the point that;
2. my refusal to partake of the stereotypical substance abuse many LGBTQ+ males do further proves my want and need for a clear head when indulging in that love and lust. And I feel I have been rewarded for that stance by not aging like those who do partake of that stereotypical behavior. And that is a message I want to pass on to my social media following. However large or small it may be. For you have no right to complain about aging poorly when you are treating your body poorly.
   

Now, contrary to ageist propaganda, my getting older has not slowed down my sex drive, my sexual fantasies, or my sexual To Do list. In fact, because of the aforementioned reason to celebrate getting older, it has made me more detailed in what I want and responsible about obtaining it.

With that said, below are 4 options of the birthday sex I want for my 52nd birthday. Some may have to just be fantasies. But however they turn out, they are:

52 LOAD/MAN GANGBANG

Every year, since my 50th birthday, this has been a fantasy of mine. However, with each year, I think the load number equating my age is more plausible than the number of males. Why? Because I'm picky. I could probably get the 52 if I was a "No Loads Refused" cumdump, but that is not me. I would never be ass up, blindfolded and/or turned away from seeing my tops' faces. Because yes, I'm always horny, but I am not giving my body to someone who looks like Jabba the Hutt. Plus, I want to be in as many positions as possible that will let me grope those tops' asses while they dick me down.

Of course, with the aforementioned awareness of responsibility as I get older, that would require someone I trust manning the room to make sure no one does anything they should not be doing. To me or the other tops.

"BLIND FUCK MIND FUCK 5" REALIZED

About 8 years ago, at an erotic open mic, I debuted a poem titled "Blind Fuck Mind Fuck 5". The premise was me being blindfolded while getting gangbanged by 5 guys that I have seen the face of, but never seen in any degree naked. Not even shirtless. And whoever is the best gets a complete 1-on-1 with me. 

I would not mind making that a reality. Of course, again, with the aforementioned awareness of responsibility, someone I trust needs to man the room.

A BIRTHDAY 3-WAY

This is about as unlikely as the 52 load/man gangbang. Because I don't personally know many couples here in NYC. And from my observation, most open couples here in NYC have their 3rd often be white/light-skin. The way I usually get a member of an open couple is by them using their side-piece opportunity that is often reserved for Black males, or any other color/ethnicity their partner sees as unattractive.

Do know that this is not ruling out a Black couple at all. A more interracial get-together is my 1st choice because both in public and in private, I like my sex to display the unity and appreciation for the different colors of the skin rainbow that we should praise in our day to day interactions.

In any case, as a positive thinker, I say "never say never". So a couple could come forth and offer that 3-way as a reality. If so, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

OLD-FASHIONED 1-ON-1

I did this to celebrate my 50th, and loved it. And I have no problem doing it again. As I was staying in a hotel in Midtown Manhattan, on Grindr of all things, I came across a playmate I had not seen in quite awhile. He was en route to going home to Harlem at the time. Well, he decided to go home to Harlem so he could shower, then came back out to my hotel room, and he filled my chocolate birthday cakes with his cream.

Like I said, I would not mind doing something this simple again. Or going to the guy's place.

You might notice that in all of these scenarios that while I claim to be vers, these scenarios all have me as a bottom. That is because as I have also said that while my versatility is more so to accommodate my sex partner's desired position, I actually prefer bottoming. To me, a cock in my ass is a chance to use sex as a means to luxuriate. Even if the top is pounding my hole into oblivion. So yes, since one likes to luxuriate for their birthday, I want to be an insatiable power bottoming slut for my birthday.

So what of it?! 😉

My Birthday Sex! A Black Guy Bottoms...Via Grindr???

When my birthday came around last year, like many because of the pandemic, I couldn't make any birthday plans. That included the inability to have a hook-up for birthday sex. Especially since my birthday was exactly 2 weeks after COVID-19 was declared a pandemic. Well this year, with restrictions easing up, I decided to do my damnedest to not let that happen in 2021 as well. 

So I planned a hotel staycation, with the hopes of getting lucky. For this, with much hesitation, I reinstalled the hook-up app, Grindr on my phone.

The hesitation was because in addition to apps like Grindr enabling people's social ineptitude in securing a worthwhile partner (for life or one night) and the app's racist monitors, I recently turned 50. So I knew I wouldn't likely get a lot of hits to my liking. Because in addition to my age (and envy over how good I look for my age), there is also my skin color, and what I'm seen as because of my skin color. 

Quite often when you go on Grindr, Tinder, and the like, the color make-up of the faces you see is usually white/light-complexioned with a few specs of medium to dark-skinned people.

With gay apps, IF one of those mostly white/light-complexioned guys hit up a medium to dark-complexioned black male (like myself), the white/light guy 90+% of the time follows the porn-indoctrinated racist idea of seeking the disrespectful term of "BBC". Because that supposedly makes a black male the vengeance-seeking aggressive top that he's "supposed to be" on white/light bodies.

It's such a disgusting and constantly witnessed routine that it provoked my quick dismissal of a white/light-skinned gymrat who hit me up with no face pic in their profile, as shown in the screenshot below:

Well, I was wanting to sexually celebrate turning 50 and fabulous as a bottom. Especially since I had not bottomed for a actual dick since early to mid-August. That means about 7 1/2 months of my hole being denied the pleasure of being filled with a real cock, and not a dildo like you may have seen in my videos during those months. So this guy with his racist ass-umption was not going to do it for me.

The day before my hotel check-in, while at work, I looked at Grindr and took advantage of their new (to me) feature of being able to see the last person to view your profile. I looked to see someone breaking the curse of most white males on there...

A white European that I've fooled around with at bar backrooms quite often.

I didn't message him or so much as tap him. I just left it alone. The next day during my first full day at the hotel, the night before my birthday, I went on Grindr again. And there he was again among the faces of possible suitors. Keep in mind that I work in the West Village of Manhattan, but my hotel was in Midtown near Times Square. So for 2 days straight this guy is popping up in my Grindr feed while I'm in different parts of Manhattan.

With this, I decided to have a little fun. So I messaged him jokingly asking him if he was stalking me. He responded back with a LOL, a pic of him at the gym, and breaking the aforementioned curse by including... a dick pic. That let me know something that I was hoping for.

You see, when this guy and I fooled around in the past, we had some instances in which he was the bottom and I was the top and vice versa. So him sending me only pics of his cock made it quite clear that he was in a topping mood. At least with me that night.

So I asked him where he was. He said that he was home. Home for him was further uptown. I replied telling him that I thought he was nearby. He then offered to come over. Once I took him up on his offer, he said that he would go shower and come down and that it would probably be about 30 minutes. That worked for me. And the plan was set.

My initial plan however was to be a cumdump. Make my fantasy become reality of getting 50 loads in me for my 50th birthday. I never posted such an ad because no matter how horny I am, I need an actual connection with sex besides the feeling of a cock in my ass.  If I'm going to refuse connection to a soul, then I might as well use a dildo and lessen my risk of STIs, which I've been doing throughout this pandemic. Well, once I sealed the plans for this guy to come over, I realized that a cumdump must be very specific in choosing a hotel.

You see, the hotel elevators don't work unless you use your hotel room keycard to activate the elevator, then press your floor. So I had to come downstairs and get my playmate once he texted me that he was there. Putting on clothes, then coming down to the lobby to get their each and every next dumper is not how cumdumps work. So if I had actually tried to get gifted 50 loads for my 50th birthday, I would have been quite disappointed.

Once there, he simply sent a text saying, "Come down."

I threw on a t-shirt and jeans that I predicted would get coming off just as quick as they were put on. And I was correct. Because once in my room, he got a drink of water, sat on the bed, and as soon as I sat next to him, we started making out. We were out of our clothes and in our underwear so quick that I can't even recall the exact moment our shirts, pants, or shoes came off.

I love guys of all heights, but his over 6' tall frame was definitely what I wanted. From the moment he sent that text, his commands, dominance, then his shadow over me after our rolling around led to him putting me on my stomach to rim me then pound me epitomized the joy of being dominated that I tell in my poem "My Submission Has The Floor".

His thighs straddling me as he breathed on my ear turned me on massively since anywhere on the head is an erogenous zone for an Aries. I knew at some point one of us had to get up to get some lube. At first, I thought I had to go to the tube of Sutil Rich Glide that I sat on the nightstand in anticipation of his arrival. It turned out being that he brought his own. So he took some and put it on my asshole, then his thick uncut dick slide easily inside me. For while it had been awhile since I had a real cock in me, my rule of Lube Desire Trust Relax Breathe went through all their steps just that fast because of the delayed satisfaction of my ass's hunger for cock.

He prone boned me at first. I loved his weight, body heat, and lustful energy raining on me. That along with finally a cock in my ass again, my hand reaching back to grab his juicy booty, and my cock grinding against the sheets felt so good. Later, he did me doggy-style. Then at one point, he spooned me. That was one of the best. For he put his muscled arms around me while he thrusted into me, with one hand reaching over to fondle my cock. So I had simultaneous sensation coming at me in so many pleasing ways. For while my dick got stimulated by his fondling, my hand got stimulation from reaching back to grope his ass some more. Plus, while my ass was being stimulated by his cock, my head was stimulated by him nuzzling me as he fucked me. So I was happier than a pig in slop with all that was going on.

He came while pounding me doggy-style. I could feel his thick cock throbbing to get even thicker as his cum shot deep inside me. We ended like just before the clock on March 30th struck midnight to become my birthday, March 31st.

I don't do push-outs of my top's cum. I have no desire to imitate such idiocy from porn. I see them as a waste of cum, but more importantly a waste of my time, and money if it's porn I paid for. And because of that rule, his cum was in me for hours before I got the tingle up there to release it.

He never got to experience the quick setup for the mood that I made when I knew he was arriving. I never got to play one of my Spotify Sex playlists. Because we so immediately got to it as soon as he walked in. And I'm glad. Because as told in my poem "The Symphony from Sex", I think the best mood music during sex are the sounds of sex itself. And we made every one of them that night.

So HAPPY 50th BIRTHDAY TO ME.