tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34544673087972938332011-04-21T20:03:14.886-05:00A blog with homosexual tendencies.Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649777726173748556noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454467308797293833.post-16259104934965941112007-02-23T15:02:00.000-05:002007-02-23T15:04:11.317-05:00

I went to that sex club over near Thomas Circle last night. Ewww. The men were gross. The place was gross. The rooms were smaller than my closet and had rubber matresses.Yet it was packed. Sounds like a gold mine to me. Not one I'll be giving more money to.

Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649777726173748556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454467308797293833.post-37707003596048770012007-02-16T13:42:00.000-05:002007-02-16T13:43:35.725-05:00

I've never made a guy come simply by riding him before. Usually, that's not all that stimulating (in my experience). I usually like to be the one doing the pounding, if I really want to cum. But the other night, I was on top, bouncing around and he exploded inside me. Awesome. I knew it could be done

Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649777726173748556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454467308797293833.post-81380928184531022382007-02-06T14:51:00.000-05:002007-02-06T14:52:53.548-05:00

Apparently, my blog is too "sexual" for the mavens at BlogExplosion. Never mind the straight porn blogs they've got floating around in that ring. Me thinks they is a bit homophobic.

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His body is strange -- in that, it's not so sexy but I can't look away and I'd let him pound my ass anyway -- kind of way.

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So, apparently there are a bunch of queens -- the drama prone variety -- in Boston. Too bad. Harvard boys are tasty.

Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649777726173748556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454467308797293833.post-56544285370236798762007-01-31T16:49:00.000-05:002007-01-31T16:53:42.933-05:00

He liked to kiss, so I liked him. Nothing I enjoy more than having a cute boy's tongue crammed down my throat with his arms wrapped around me. Well, unless my dick's crammed down his throat (and his tongue is still involved). Anyway, I had a good time last night. And he had some blow, which made him all the more desireable.I'm writing now, though, to lament the state of porn. All the stuff on the

Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649777726173748556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454467308797293833.post-88087418119200330612007-01-27T08:59:00.000-05:002007-01-27T09:00:42.230-05:00

I'm getting my ass kicked by school right now. Totally kicked. Normally, I'm into that kind of thing. But not now -- weekends should be for drinking and screwing. Not the case of one idiot v. the other.

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Back in the day, when I was a lowly White House intern, I had the biggest crush on one of my supervisors. I remember asking another in the office, is he married? She looked at me oddly, shook her head, and said "no."I got the signal loud and clear. And I thought to myself, I bet he's a demon in the sack. Yeah, I thought that. Anyway, all this was about four years ago, and I don't think he'd

Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649777726173748556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454467308797293833.post-51829831746660937332007-01-24T10:17:00.000-05:002007-01-24T10:19:07.024-05:00

Found this "God Hates a Fag" song via Seattle's the Stranger blog. I knew God hated me, I'm glad I have a song to prove it now.

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Got a pretty boy from Catholic University riding the red line over to get fucked by yours trule, so I'll have to be short. Just wanted to post some video of some very pretty and somewhat naked boys. My favorite kind.

Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649777726173748556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3454467308797293833.post-78931891288938422192007-01-22T10:22:00.000-05:002007-01-22T13:38:39.825-05:00

I like to think that I don't have an addictive personality. But poppers have become my newest vice. At frist, when I encountered them in bathhouses, I always turned them down. They smelled bad, gave me a headache and as a rule, I don't inhale something if I don't know what it is.But, curiousity overcame me. And I'll say, I was presently surprised my first whiff. The high, though damn short, was a

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So, why didn't I know this was here until today? Secrets are bad.

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Flavio was probably about five years older than me. I like that. And he didn't turn away from me after I asked him twenty times to repeat his name. Flavio? His name is Flavio. Well, he looked somewhat latin. I figured it would be okay.And he was a banker from New York."It's so cheap to drink here," Flavio said, buying me another Cape Cod from a shirtless bartender at JR's in Dupont Circle. I'd

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There's this guy in one of my law classes. He's cute. That'd be cool, except I think he was a random gay.com hookup from August, you know, the kind you never talk to again. He recognizes me. I can tell. My MO, I think, will be to pretend I don't remember him.

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