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Sunday, July 24, 2005

Ass, or The New Dark Meat ( )0( )


Finally! A picture that captures the color of my eyes!

“Never did Nature indicate another altar for our offerings than the asshole. Ah, but God! Were not her intention that we fuck assholes, would she have so exactly proportioned this orifice to fit our member?”
Philosophy In The Bedroom Donatien-Alphonse-Francois de Sade

I am a connoisseur, a gourmand of ass. A shapely, accommodating ass can more than make up for a weak chin, yellow teeth or a double-digit IQ. I can be aroused simply by looking at a round upturned bubble-butt. Fleshy globes and meaty bunghole will always get a second date.

I have three qualifiers when picking up men:
1) They must be HIV positive;
2) Unless overwhelmingly desirable, they should be uncircumcised;
3) They should be prepared to get fucked good and hard.

I cannot fix a beginning on my craze for man-ass, as I seem to have been born with it. I remember going to the municipal pool for swimming lessons in Old Town, Maine where my maternal grandparents lived. I couldn’t have been more than six or seven and already I was loitering in the locker room for a peek. As most men are somewhat modest in such situations and turn toward the locker, I was treated to a vista of ass. That suited me just fine.

Adolescence came early to Bucko, and by the time of seventh grade showers (at age eleven) I couldn’t help but notice that I was in advance of my peers. I also quickly caught on that any shyness felt on my part was more than compensated by the opportunity of examining my classmates at close quarters. As my passion for foreskin seems to have already been established with my asslust, I found little interest in the cut little toad-stools the communal showers showcased. But they were a veritable symphony of ass. Guys I wouldn’t have thought about twice became the objects of secret little crushes once I laid eyes on their derrieres lumbering toward the showers, butt bouncing and jiggling as it passed by.

By the time I graduated, I had made a mental dossier of nearly everyone at Weymouth North High School, and these provided an endless reservoir of sexual fantasy. Football jocks, gymnasts, freaks and nerds all became fodder for the shooting cannon under my bedsheets. My fascination tends toward full, wide, squishy butts that bounce and spring when kneaded or slapped. Hard muscular butts are exceptionally pretty, but have the tactile qualities of silicone implants.

And, as you are now all aware, I was already a hopelessly slutty little tart. I met men on subway platforms, in bookshops, in coffee houses in Harvard Square and the tearoom of the Boston Public Library (in the basement, so elegant with all that marble). If I could have, (and I sometimes could) I’d have had ass for breakfast, lunch and dinner. A taste only brought out my appetite, and I have broken a few beds in the hunt for satisfaction.

Age, race or demographics rarely meant much to me back then. I’d bring home scores of bottom boys irrespective of any consideration beyond the beauty and accessibility of his ass. I was a ravenous bottom-feeder. I’d go home with a couple in their forties and spend all night porking their behinds one day then keep a date with a luscious ballet dancer the next. I was conducting an exhaustive survey (one I’ve yet to complete) and my inquiring mind went to great lengths to find fresh subjects.

I’ll relate why I find bottoming personally distasteful another time, as this isn’t about my sorry little butt, but rather a description of the pleasure I find in the winking loveknots of others and I intend to stay on point. I will simply say that I have encountered no real resistance to my strict top-only rule since my late teens.

These days I usually begin my quest in a bar dedicated to the pursuit of momentary pleasure. I am not a phone book and have little interest in the collection of random phone numbers. If I call you back, it’s because I enjoyed the opening salvo and am interested in a follow-up volley. Life’s short, so why waste time on encounters not ripe with guiltless hedonism?

After having successfully qualified a perspective hole, the only thing left is to find our cars and figure out where we’ll be playing. I generally prefer to be the one entertaining, but am flexible and can follow as well as lead.

After some heavy facesucking and titplay, the clothes come off and we’re ready for a more detailed examination. Groping and fingering are next on my agenda, as I inspect the goods and tickle my tonsils with prepuce overhang. As I am currently living in a small two room apartment, I shall as likely as not stretch you back on my custom-made solid cherry farmhouse table and come in close for a sniff.

Foreplay having been accomplished and clothes strewn about, we make it into my bedroom for a more serious work-out. I have spent many years perfecting my craft and respond to signals and mumbled requests. I take my time and open the delicate flower with patience and persistence. One, two then three fingers find the prostate and massage it lovingly and with consistency. I enter the sacred grove only when asked in, but don’t wait for a second invitation.

Initial penetration is a delicate matter to most, though no all of my playmates. Sometimes one’s eyes are bigger than one’s sphincter and I have no wish to cause injury. I’ll let the head of my dick loiter in the vestibule for a spell. It is generally thrusting hips and urgent demands that prompt my further explorations of the lower bowels. I want it most when he’s screaming for it.

I prefer a slow, rhythmic push, pull, push, with occasional near withdrawal and rubbing of my cockhead just inside the opening before thrusting back in. Speed and force slowly build into a driving piston. I like to make it last and will take breaks for refreshments or a smoke between rounds, chatting and bonding on different levels of sensation and intellect.

Man-ass is best savored in positions that foster mutual pleasure and deepest insertion, such as:

• Bottom on his back: I personally favor this one, because we can kiss, my tits are readily available for pulling, and I can suck on his rod while firmly planted in his fundament. This position feels the most intimate.
• Bottom on his side: Good for starters or in a change of pace, this position affords me the most pleasure when I’m standing next to the bed (or table) and have the best access. This is also more comfortable for bottoms with lower back problems, although keeping that leg up can be taxing for more than twenty minutes or so.
• Bottom on top: For the bottom who wants to maintain some semblance of control on the proceedings, this one is preferable. I’m fine with this as well, because his dick is right there bouncing on my chest and is readily accessible for frigging.
• Both standing: There is something undeniably kinky about this one. It’s an especially interesting way of finishing up, with the Bottom’s hands gripping the footboard and me pounding away. Extra points are given for seeing his legs quake.

The all-too common practice of Bottom-On-His-Belly is not much fun for me, except as a first course. The pleasure taken in watching my cock push in and out between a pair of melons is offset by the lack of kissing and the inaccessibility of my tits. This posture always struck me as too cold and passive. But if any of you pillow-biters out there would care to show me how hot it can get, they’re welcome to give it a whirl.

Now, with all the emphasis on the fun afforded by ass-fucking, I’d be remiss if I didn’t spend a moment discussing hygiene and cleanliness:

• Just because I love ass doesn’t make me a scatpig. Of all the byways and cul-de-sacs of the human psyche, that one is beyond my comprehension.
• A proper Bottom should always wash out thoroughly before contemplating putting his hungry hole into use. They sell shower attachments, dude. Get one.
• Shaving is optional in my book. Asshair brings another whole dimension to the experience, making for a musky aroma and a certain aesthetic appeal. But extra caution in bathing is absolutely de rigor. Musky is not a euphemism for shitty.
• Just because I’m a control freak doesn’t mean that I’m wrong in wanting to verify the freshness of a given ass for myself.
• Analingus is strictly at my discretion. Even after a thorough cleansing I reserve the right to limit this practice to my whimsy. Sorry!
• That having been said, I have been known to toss many a salad and understand well the relaxing and therapeutic properties inherent therein.

One final word on the whole Santorum/ooze issue: fucking ass is not for wimps or pansies. The occasional dirty finger comes with the territory, although I’d like to think that my dirty dickhead days are behind me. The fact remains that a dedicated top needs to handle such an encounter with tact, discretion and finesse, excusing himself for a quick wash-up at a quiet moment, not interrupting a full-on assault to clean his nails. Some shit does happen, but bad manners are always poor form.

11 Comments:

At Mon Jul 25, 12:36:00 AM GMT+10, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Damn look at Bucko's gorgeous blue eyes.....Gives me something great to look into while I feel his meaty thighs slamming into me.

Offtopic....did you know the word "eye" rhymes with "Mai-tai"?

 
At Mon Jul 25, 02:51:00 AM GMT+10, Blogger Bucko said...

Ahhhhhhh! Wacky drinks! my favorite part of eating in a Chinese Restaurant (it sure ain't the bathroom). After my "Fog Cutter" is done with you you'll feel like a "Suffering Bastard". I'll stuff your Peking Ravioli just fine.

BTW- don't forget to yank hard on my tits during all that "thigh slamming", it makes me pulse and drip precum like a faucet to keep you all lubed wet. I never liked dryfucks.

 
At Mon Jul 25, 10:29:00 PM GMT+10, Blogger Matty the Damned said...

Lordy Bucko! You should be teaching this stuff at HomoSchool! Truly you are a master of the art.

The number of appalling tops I have to deal with over the years is too great to count.

I can take to either role with ease but when I am playing the bottom I don't expect to have to teach Daddy how to please Mummy.

So all you wannabe tops - read the Fuck Gospel According to Bucko.

 
At Mon Jul 25, 11:29:00 PM GMT+10, Blogger Bucko said...

Matty-

A gentle but firm hand in required in many (though by no means all) cases to turn a horny buck into a quivering mass of yearning fuckmeat. It's in furtherance of my own pleasure that I warm others to theirs.

Special requests and considerations are a requirement because, just as no two shells on the beach are identical, likewise no two pink puckerholes are precisely the same. Nature is boundless in Her copious variety.

 
At Thu Jul 28, 06:20:00 PM GMT+10, Blogger David said...

WOW! Bucko's criteria for a first and second date reads like a who's who in my little tabloid. I am HIV positive...I am uncircumcised....and God knows I love to get fucked royaly. So Bucko....Bet that makes you think of me in a different light...huh! Good buddy. A man after my own heart and other things.....

 
At Fri Jul 29, 12:38:00 PM GMT+10, Blogger David said...

What a fabulous personal expose' on ass-loving techniques. Usually one would have to attend seminars to collect such volumes of info on screwing boy butts. I like you perfer your more intimate position as it allows for kissing and eye contact. Fabulous picture...beautiful eyes...loved the pic of you at 18 too. Keep up the good fight...and keep those boys in line and satisfied in Boston

 
At Fri Jul 29, 01:30:00 PM GMT+10, Blogger Matty the Damned said...

Indeed we are so blessed to have the deviant insights of Buckles in our corner.

I love the image of a naked, doe-eyed youth trembling with anticipation as the Mighty Lord Bucko approaches him with his Massive Device of Corruption jutting upwards and a can of Crisco in his grasp.

Oy!

MtD

 
At Sat Jul 30, 02:46:00 AM GMT+10, Anonymous Herman2725 said...

Continue avec ton dictionnaire de "baise-cul".... j'adore

Bisous

herman

 
At Sat Jul 30, 05:59:00 AM GMT+10, Blogger Bucko said...

Hermie-

Des fois je pense que tout ces conneries que j'ecris sont faits expresse pour lire tes p'tites reflections. Comme je les adore, mais pas tant que je t'adore, mon walloon sublime!

Des gros bisous a la bite et au cul serre-

Sometimes I think that all this stuff I write is done expressly so I can read your comments! I love them, but not as much as I love you, my sublime Walloon!

Big kisses on your cock and tight little ass-

B

 
At Sun Aug 21, 05:15:00 AM GMT+10, Blogger Dionysus said...

There blue? NO there Green? Help! which are they?

 
At Fri May 30, 05:26:00 AM GMT+10, Anonymous funnyguy said...

Wow! You sure are a handsome dude!

 

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