A few remarks have educated me. That is, that MLK Day is next week. I’m sorry for having been so ignorant. It’s just that the day for me was always, always in the middle of the month, usually on the second Monday. This was my experience from working in restaurants for a long time.

But I’m terrible about occasions. I’ve had friends for over thirty years and I still don’t remember their birthdays. I love them and they know it but I’m lousy about the big days. In fairness to me, I never expect any recognition for my own. I stopped caring about that when I turned twenty-five and decided that middle-age had hit.

Never mind, though. Who’s going to Enrique’s party? Write in. Make me more envious.

- Jack X

With Valentine’s Day coming up, I’m required to write articles about something more than hook-ups. In other words, love between men. Real love.

Now, I’ve never beaten around the bush about how I like anonymous sex. The more anonymous, the better. I like it in bathrooms, lockerooms, alleyways. But there was a boyfriend once. It didn’t last long because I wasn’t emotionally equipped to make it last, but he was something else. We met online and he told me he looked like Tom Cruise. Did I believe this? Hell, no. But he did. He was beefy and muscled and gorgeous, and a real sweetheart too. One of my best memories is of us hanging out on my couch, watching a bad movie, him in my arms, making out during breaks.

I blew it. No, not his dick (though we did go farther than making out). I dropped him. Dumbass me.

- Jack X

Well, it seems I spoke too soon when I boasted about how hot a holiday session can be. For hours, I negotiated on several major cruising sites for guys. For hours, I was teased, phoned, promised, and let down. Then I’d log on again, get hard, and get let down again.

That’s the real bitch about hook-up sites. Men play. I wrote about this in my M4M and it’s very true. Men are boned up and frantic at their computers but, as sure as the sun will rise, most of them are content to beat off without ever actually connecting. I’m guilty of the same crime myself. It’s a strange and new pornography, how literal contact can turn a dude on so much that he doesn’t need to follow it up in the flesh.

But I did get lucky. A hot Latino boy came over late and took care of my business in an explosive way. When he left, I noticed my cell phone was gone too. The wages of sin.

- Jack X

I’ve written about how the holidays bring guys together, how they visit family in different places and feel freer to fuck around. What’s better than that? Today. Martin Luther King Day.

It’s a terrific chance for those of us on the prowl. So many men have the day off and we all know what that translates to - boners everywhere. Then, there’s none of the customary guilt. Christmas is long gone and there’s nothing especially sacrosanct about MLK Day. So we got us a ton of boned up men with a lot of empty hours on their hands.

Days off mean getting off for a healthy portion of the male population. Take advantage of it. Hit the listings, hit the arcades. Then book your tickets for EC’s big party. I don’t think anything’s gonna be hotter than that.

- Jack X

Who’s the sexiest man you never got it on with? You know the ones I mean - the dazzling studs who grab you with their eyes and get you throbbing in no time.

For me it was in a Pittsburgh department store, one famous for its men’s room. It’s been shut down a long time since; it had become a virtual arcade, with dudes camped out in stalls and just taking in all the action they could get. Which was a lot. Yeah, I shopped there. But I also made sure to check out the scene in that toilet. It was fantastic.

Holding a stall once myself, I was cruising above the door to see what was going on. That’s when I saw this guy, right opposite of me. He was a redhead with a bushy mustache and eyes that just burned right through me. Sexier than hell. I actually followed him out - it seemed like he worked there. Then I lost him. Son of a bitch. The one that got away. But I still remember that smoldering gaze.

- Jack X

I’ve sung the praises of the man ass. God knows, I love it. I love eating it. I love fucking it.

Of course, there’s always the cock. Yep, I like ‘em. I like ‘em big and hard and shooting. But the truth is - and this may be a lousy revelation - nothing turns me on more than kissing. Making out. Groping can take place while it’s going on but even that isn’t needed. I can cum like a firehose when a stud digs his tongue into my mouth. There’s a level of potency that can’t even be matched by cocksucking, when a hot man has his lips locked onto yours. It’s lovemaking, plain and simple. There is, to my mind, nothing hotter.

- Jack X

PS Who likes it more when the dude’s eyes are open when he’s kissing you?

Damn, I wish I could get to EC’s January 22nd “Bad Boyz” Noche La Mancha club party. Unfortunately, I’m tied down here in Atlanta.

But what’s sexier than a party like this? There’s hot music, hot guys and all the flirting a man can do. All of it, incidentally, under the direction of our own EC. This takes sexy to levels I can’t even imagine.

The truth is, any party - straight, gay, whatever - is a blast because you get to cruise and flirt your ass off. I enjoyed them enormously when I was a kid and I like them better now, because men are now checking out other men with objectives beyond mere youth and hotness. Attraction has evolved. I still stand a chance. And it’s really quite cool how, despite being older, certain studs find themselves drawn to you. Fuck, I hate to sit this one out….

- Jack X

How does he find these guys? They’re absolutely fucking beautiful.

There’s a sensuality to the men of EC that bowls me over. They transmit pure, raw sexuality through a simple photo better then most vids I’ve seen. You can almost taste them. Maybe it has something to do with how young they are, but I don’t really believe that’s all of it. EC just manages to herd powerfully, erotically charged dudes with beautiful eyes and sexy as fuck bodies and dicks.

This is not, by the way, a paid endorsement. I was just beating off to another EC video and got carried away…

- Jack X

It’s really hard to not offend dudes when you talk about race. I’ve read the comments and I’m saddened that I pissed a few guys off. The reality is, I’m a middle-aged white man. I have biases. I have prejudices, I guess. This is what I was trying to explain earlier.

No, I don’t think that all Black men have huge dicks, nor do I think that all Latino men are sizzling hot. What I said came out of personal experience and I don’t think there’s much point in being too sensitive about it. From my background, white guys behave in a certain way sexually and men of color behave differently. There are old running jokes about how white men envy the size of Black guys. I didn’t want to go there. But what’s ironic is that my racism is directed more toward white men. Sex with them has always been for me a…blander experience. Yet, whatever I think personally and in regard to my sex, I still maintain that it’s nonsense to pretend that our individual races don’t affect how we act in bed.

- Jack X

I can’t wrap my head around the whole, legendary gay-for-pay thing. Yes, I understand that there are straight boys happy to get head from a dude for a few bucks. That’s not what I’m talking about - I refer, in fact, to some of the biggest porn stars out there, then and now.

Jeff Stryker comes to mind, back in the day. He was beautiful and he was supposedly ‘gay-for-pay’. Well, you get a different vibe when you see his old videos, because this boy got into hard and heavy. Same with superstud Billy Herrington, who I heard retired to Florida with his wife some years ago. Ever see him in action? He’s having way too good a time for me to believe that this was strictly a cash affair.

The more I think about it, the more I think that the dudes who claim they’re gay-for-pay, yet who romp and eat male ass and fuck and suck like madmen, are in what’s called denial. Gay-for-pay? I think it’s more a case of just a little bit straight on the side.

- Jack X