I love cock. Big surprise? I didn’t think so. And I know full well that you dudes who check this site out love cock just as much. However…

I’d welcome some input on just how to take it in the mouth. Sucking is a dream - we want that monster down our throats but what do you do to not gag? See, I gag. I can’t help it. What I like best is to lick, maybe take just the head in my mouth.

But we all know that when horned-up men are in that state, they want to fuck face. I do try. I swallow as much as I can. I also love licking balls, basically making love to all the equipment down there. So what do I do when I’m choking, when that cock is literally being rammed down me? If I can’t breathe I can’t suck, and puking isn’t helpful to an erotic moment.

So, write in. Let me know how you do it.

- Thanks, Jack X

Since I missed Enrique’s big party last week, I decided to compensate. Compensation in this case means getting my paws on the hottest Latino I could find.

I admit that I envisioned him as EC himself. That made sucking his huge uncut dick easier. Then I fantasied that I picked this dude up from the party I never made it to, instead of buying him a few Tequilas at the bar across the street and groping his crotch. Well, so much of sex is in our heads anyway. We fuck, we suck, and we turn the dudes we’re with into the men who first got us raging. No harm. All is fair in love, war and cock.

But let me know about the party. How hot was it? How much fun? PS to EC: did you take your shirt off?

- Jack X

In the middle of the night I had something very close to a wet dream over the late, great porn star Jon Vincent. Jon had always turned me on because, for one thing, he was a top in the days before flip-flopping. If he ever bottomed, I never saw it.

Then, I loved his dirty talking during sex. I probably shouldn’t promote another blog here (sorry, EC) but nightcharm.com has a sensational tribute to him. Check it out - it also features some of his nastiest lines. My favorite? “Baby, I’m gonna do some damage here.”

But the best thing about him was his sensuality. He fucked hard but he always made love, too. There was a tenderness in his rough sex, as crazy as that sounds. Too bad that, like so many other porn stars, heroin ended his life.

- Jack X

Vids are great - especially EC’s - but there’s still something about still photos that’s more erotic. When you look at nothing but a picture your imagination is free. You don’t need to get into the action a porn director felt was hot - you summon it in your mind.

And I love celebrity porn. I know it’s mostly photo-shopped. Yet it’s so exciting to imagine yourself with these hot stars. Is that really Jake’s dick up there? I doubt it. But who cares? The image is quite fine enough.

Then there’s Gary Conway, from way back when. He posed for Playgirl without ever showing his meat. Sexy as all get out.

- Jack X, still in love

When I was young and first starting jerking off, I never understood the whole cut/uncut thing. I thought all men were uncut and I didn’t understand how any guy could get into foreskin. There was something crude about it. It turned me off. I wanted my cocks clean, with fat mushroom heads unencumbered by extra skin.

Now I have different ideas. I love the erotic quality to a man beating off with all that surplus. And I love how funky it can be - it’s amazing to taste the musk of of uncut cock, to lick under the foreskin. It’s primitive and primal and hot as all hell.

- Jack X

No, I’m not talking about the U2 bass player. I’m talking about what I’ve talked about before - holding off. God, it feels good. The bad thing about beating off is that there’s nothing coming after. You’re left with no fantasy, left alone with no hard-on. there’s nothing to…look forward to.

But when you save it, when you practice great control to not cum, you feel a little bit on top of the world. You feel like a stud. You’re ready for anything that might come by in the next hour. You’re manly and you’re loaded.

Granted, this isn’t easy, especially after you watch a hot EC video. It’s worth it, though. When I go down the street to the market, I feel empowered and I like to see the other men bulging too. It makes curling into your bed even better.

- Jack X, hands off

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