Adam4Adam Blog http://blog.adam4adam.com Blog page of the website adam4adam.com Fri, 30 Jan 2015 17:43:46 +0000 en-US hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=4.0.1 Stories : The Blacker The Berry, The Sweeter The Juice http://blog.adam4adam.com/2015/01/stories-the-blacker-the-berry-the-sweeter-the-juice/ http://blog.adam4adam.com/2015/01/stories-the-blacker-the-berry-the-sweeter-the-juice/#comments Fri, 30 Jan 2015 17:25:57 +0000 http://blog.adam4adam.com/?p=9252 (This story was written by a member, if you wish to submit a story too, send it to blog@adam4adam.com along with your username, or not, if you wish to remain anonymous)

I’ve always had a thing for black men. It’s probably because of my slightly — kinda sorta — racist mom, who repeatedly told me she didn’t have any issues with black people, but she’d prefer if I married a white woman. So I went and fucked a black man. Sorry, ma.

But all jokes aside, I’ve always found black men breathtaking and connected with black culture from a young …

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(This story was written by a member, if you wish to submit a story too, send it to blog@adam4adam.com along with your username, or not, if you wish to remain anonymous)

I’ve always had a thing for black men. It’s probably because of my slightly — kinda sorta — racist mom, who repeatedly told me she didn’t have any issues with black people, but she’d prefer if I married a white woman. So I went and fucked a black man. Sorry, ma.

But all jokes aside, I’ve always found black men breathtaking and connected with black culture from a young age. I think Lenny Kravitz and Usher made the late ‘90s quite an impressionable time. I’m open to all races, of course, but as they say: the darker the chocolate, the richer the taste.

While living in rural Texas, I had fun with some white and Mexican guys, many were closeted in the conservative town, but I didn’t get much action with what I was really looking for. So you can imagine whenever a black guy popped up or Adam4Adam, my priorities changed quickly.

During one of those instances, I had a thin-framed black gentleman, 22 or 23 in age, swing by my apartment for some drinks and friendly conversation. At least that’s how it started off.

It’s difficult being immersed in hookup culture since whenever you’re thinking, “I’m gonna slow down,” or “I’m not gonna rush into sex,” but when a man outlines your cock in your jeans with his warm hands, the mind just says “fuck it.”

We’ll say his name was Taye, and Taye was cute. He had kind of a soccer player build, kind of preppy. He had a gorgeous smile that shined bright against his ebony skin. He was a bit stoned when he came over, he admitted as much, and we each had a beer as we talked about ourselves.

We learned we both were from the East Coast, and reminisced about how we miss the ocean.

He also told me he recently got a Prince Albert piercing, which I was very intrigued to see. You can see how this leads to where it does.

I turned on the TV and Taye scooted closer on the couch, gently placing his hand on my inner left thigh. He was almost right on top of me.

“What do you want to do?” I asked, trying not to laugh from the awkwardness.

He answered with a soft kiss on the mouth, and I took one hand and firmly cradled his neck as I began exploring the curves of his lips. Our kisses were passionate and heated, and his semi-labored breathing on my face as we locked lips was exciting. Blood flowed in the right places, and we held each other on the couch for several minutes.

We grabbed at each other’s chests and backs, his pecs developed but not overly beefy. I trailed kisses down his neck then up to his ear lobes. He responded with a soft moan and did the same to me.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” I suggested, and lifted him off the couch with his arms secure around my neck.

I gently placed him on my bed before removing his polo shirt. He then lifted up and pulled off my shirt, exposing my hard nipples behind short brown chest hairs.

He lunged swiftly at my left nipple and I gasped. His tongue swirled around it as he gently nibbled at the tip. He swaps to my other pec to show the same attention, but I want more. So does he.

I run my tongue from his shoulder blades down to his stomach, outlining each of his delicious abdomen muscles in wet saliva. I loosen his belt and pull off his khaki shorts.

White speedo trunks, with a fishnet bulge. I slowly pulled back his underwear, so to have his cock pop out and swing. It did just that, and at the tip of his luscious brown member was a silver P.A. ring as he had mentioned.

“Very nice,” I said.

I stretched my tongue across his balls, cupping them with the length of my muscle. He sighed with glee.

I ran the tip of my tongue up his shaft and took the entire head inside me. I firmly massaged it inside, and Taye couldn’t get enough of it. My head bobbed up and down, as I changed paces, and plunged his fully erect penis into my throat. I came back up and gently flicked at his piercing and his hips wiggled in time with the music playing. We both liked Miguel, so I put “Kaleidoscope Dream” on repeat.

I stood up and dropped my pants, my red boxer briefs clinging onto my fully erect cock.
Taye pulled off my underwear and quickly began sucking me as I sat down on the bed.

His tongue waved back and forth under my shaft, and I released a loud moan. He licked the sides and grabbed my cock as his hand led his mouth up and down my 7-inch member.

Head is my favorite part of sex, and I let Taye do whatever he wanted to me. He swapped my balls into his mouth and gently licked the base below them.

But my favorite part was when he slowly and gently clenched his fingers around the tip of my penis as he came up from sucking it. Over and over he did this, and my legs shuffled and my toes curled. I thought I was going to cum right then.

“I want it,” he whispered in my ear, reaching for the condom and lube on the dresser.

And I wanted him. I put on the condom and lubed up his hole as he stretched out on the bed.

I slowly slipped the tip in. I’m a bit girthy, so I went slow at first, with our hands clenched together as I nudge into his warm hole.

He felt amazing. The warmth caused my cock head to pulse inside him. He ensured me he was comfortable, and I thrusted harder. Faster. I pressed into him as deep as I could go. I grunted and kissed him as I pulsated my hips into his.

My balls began slapping his ass and he reached for my ass cheeks to go harder.
I switch speeds to run every inch of me in and out. I flipped him over and plunged deeper into him, slapping his jiggly cheeks as I thrusted in and out.

“Let me get on top,” he said between pants. “I want to ride you.”

I laid back on the bed as he stood over me. He squatted down, aligning my dick with his loosened hole. He pressed his cheeks into my thighs, then rocked back and forth. His legs propped up near my arms, as he moved his ass up and down my shaft.

My breathing was intense.

His body glistened with sweat and his hard cock swung from side to side. I eventually told him I couldn’t take anymore.

He stood up and stretched across the bed as I pulled off the condom and continued the motions with my hands. He moaned as a thick spurt of warm cum shot up and hit my upper chest, drizzling down into my chest hair. It continued to shoot across my chest and stomach as I cradled his head in my other arm.

Taye gasped as he watched me blow my load, and he continued pulling at his cock.

“Can I taste it?” he asked.

I nodded, and he turned to take in my cum-covered cock. He sucked out any remaining cum and he let out a set of moans as he shot his load across his chiseled stomach. I love how cum looks on a black man’s body. I reached over and tasted him, as well. It was that “just right” level of sweetness that I liked whenever I did actually taste cum. We then kissed and laid our cum-soaked bodies together.

After we showered, it was back to business.

I slung on a robe as he got dressed. I walked him to the door, where he turned around and passionately kissed me once more.

“Hit me up again sometime,” he said before walking out of my apartment.

I did hit him up a few weeks later, with the sex being as fucking amazing as it was. We never ended up fucking again, even though he said he wanted to try bareback with me.

But such is life in the hookup scene. I still fantasize about meeting up with him again.

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Hot or Not : Body Odor http://blog.adam4adam.com/2015/01/hot-or-not-body-odor-2/ http://blog.adam4adam.com/2015/01/hot-or-not-body-odor-2/#comments Thu, 29 Jan 2015 15:42:49 +0000 http://blog.adam4adam.com/?p=9245 0

I was just getting to the gym the other day and walked to my normal spot and this guy was changing from finishing his workout…His body odor was so bad I almost threw up! He walked away but the smell was so bad it lingered and of course another guy walked up and probably thought it was me! Ugh!

I must admit I have never understood the attraction to “man smells”. I am blessed that I do not smell when I sweat. For me to shower at least twice a day and apply deodorant 2-3 times a day during the …

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I was just getting to the gym the other day and walked to my normal spot and this guy was changing from finishing his workout…His body odor was so bad I almost threw up! He walked away but the smell was so bad it lingered and of course another guy walked up and probably thought it was me! Ugh!

I must admit I have never understood the attraction to “man smells”. I am blessed that I do not smell when I sweat. For me to shower at least twice a day and apply deodorant 2-3 times a day during the summer is very normal. I find body odor a real turn-off, and I find wearing a ton of cologne nearly as bad. What’s wrong with just smelling clean? You’re not a flower, you’re not a sprig of mint, or a bag of sandalwood, YOU’RE A DUDE, and hopefully a CLEAN one. So smell like that and I’ll be happy.

I met this guy once and he smelled from the pubis. I’m sorry but I told him to leave! Come on, you are hooking up with me, clean your sack for sack’s sake ! We are not having a cup of tee, we are sucking each other’s dick!

Maybe I’m the only one thinking that way… When I tell my friends that I always shower before having sex they all look at me with weird eyes like if it was wrong. They all say: ” what about the spontaneity?”  I always reply that I bring my partner in the shower with me. I refuse to let someone slurching my ass when I’ve been working 8 hours straight wearing the same underwear!

What do you think? Are you into smells? Am I the only one who finds it gross?

Dave

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Fitness : Never Skip A Leg Day http://blog.adam4adam.com/2015/01/fitness-never-skip-a-leg-day/ http://blog.adam4adam.com/2015/01/fitness-never-skip-a-leg-day/#comments Wed, 28 Jan 2015 21:52:33 +0000 http://blog.adam4adam.com/?p=9238 leg

 

You’ve probably seen this guy around (above) with a very developed upper body but undeveloped legs/butt. I see these guys every day at the gym. Why are there so many of them? First of all, training legs is hard, so that’s the real reason why most people either don’t train them, or don’t take leg training seriously enough to forge wheels of steel.

Usually after a leg workout, I want to throw up because the muscles in the legs are the biggest in our body and it requires lot’s of energy. And like all body parts, legs should be trained from …

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You’ve probably seen this guy around (above) with a very developed upper body but undeveloped legs/butt. I see these guys every day at the gym. Why are there so many of them? First of all, training legs is hard, so that’s the real reason why most people either don’t train them, or don’t take leg training seriously enough to forge wheels of steel.

Usually after a leg workout, I want to throw up because the muscles in the legs are the biggest in our body and it requires lot’s of energy. And like all body parts, legs should be trained from a variety of angles to maximize muscle fiber recruitment. This advice becomes even more important since your quads are composed of four different muscles, the hamstrings are made up of three and a slew of fibers come in from the north, south, east and west to form your glutes.

It is also known that training legs will help your body to produce testosterone and you need that to grow your muscles. So if you never train legs, it will be harder to get big pecs or big arms. I always train my weakest body part the day after I train legs, it helps that group as well. 

Glutes (ass)

Everyone likes a nice set of glutes. Everyone. There are three glute muscles: the glute maximus, the glute medius, and the glute minimus. The glute maximus is important for hip extension—think deadlift and hip-dominant variations—but it also gets stimulated the farther down you squat.

My favorite exercise for glutes are stiff-legged deadlifts and weighted walking lunges.

Hamstrings

The hamstrings are an oft-forgotten muscle, and I’m not exactly sure why. Maybe it’s simply because the novice strength trainer can’t see their hamstrings in the mirror, so they think they’re not as important as the quads. Well, not only are they important for performance, but well-developed hamstrings help distinguish and separate the front and backsides of the body.

My favorite exercise for hamstrings are glute ham raises and lying leg curls.

Quads

The quads are major players in thigh development. I can’t remember one single person in my life that had a great set of legs who didn’t also have amazing quads. You have four quad muscles, the rectus femoris, vastus medialis, vastus lateralis, and the vastus intermedius.

My favorite exercise for quads are barbell squats and leg extensions

Calves

And don’t forget the calves. Your legs are not complete unless the calves are also in great shape! Most leg exercises will work them out but isolate them with my favorite calves exercises: seated calf raises and standing calf raises. Use these exercises and watch them grow!

Have a great leg day!

Dave

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Stories : The Player http://blog.adam4adam.com/2015/01/stories-the-player/ http://blog.adam4adam.com/2015/01/stories-the-player/#comments Tue, 27 Jan 2015 15:30:08 +0000 http://blog.adam4adam.com/?p=9233 I had written him off.  His periods of silence, the imposed distance, the aloofness, and the lack of casual touch had made me feel like I was being used for just the occasional sexual gratification.  So I sent him an e-mail letting him know that I didn’t think it was working out.  I told him that I believed that he really wasn’t interested in me, but that I was a conquest; I was too easy, gave in too quickly, and now I didn’t think he was really  interested in me.  I think I even used vulgarity like ‘Fuck You’.

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I had written him off.  His periods of silence, the imposed distance, the aloofness, and the lack of casual touch had made me feel like I was being used for just the occasional sexual gratification.  So I sent him an e-mail letting him know that I didn’t think it was working out.  I told him that I believed that he really wasn’t interested in me, but that I was a conquest; I was too easy, gave in too quickly, and now I didn’t think he was really  interested in me.  I think I even used vulgarity like ‘Fuck You’.

He gave no response – it was a typical response, the silence.  Never knowing if he had received it or not.  Not knowing what kind of emotional response he was having.  But since I didn’t know, I had to just let it all go; I had to give up caring.

That night I lay in bed.  As usual, naked, the red sheets against my skin, processing the day before I fell asleep.  I thought about him, and a few tears fell.  A few of our sexual moments came to mind and my nipples became hard, my member became stiff, and I felt moisture between my butt cheeks.  Then I humorously remembered what he had often e-mailed me while at work “drop your pants” and I would respond “I did, but you’re not here”.  I then rolled from my left-side onto my back and there he was standing at the foot of my bed fully naked.  I gasped, the look on his face was almost anger, but definitely had an intense animal quality look to it.  I rolled onto my stomach and quickly crawled to the far side to put some clothes on.  He grabbed my legs and yanked me toward him.  While on my knees I grabbed the edge of the bed to pull myself away – I was terrified.  Not letting go of me he climbed onto the bed, placed his hands on either side of my hips and thrust his hardened manhood into me, using my knees to provide the pivotal point, sliding in and out of me – I thought he was going to split me in two.

After a short while his hands seemed to relax and I propelled myself off the bed and was about to run into the bathroom to lock myself in.  But he was too aware.  He encircled his arm around my waist and pulled me back and then slammed me against the wall.  His eyes seem to drill right through me.  I could almost feel my heart stop.  He then placed his hands on either side of my waist and lifted me up away from the wall, but my hands sought the wall for support, looking for something to grasp, pull me away, not knowing what would happen next.

His engorged member then plunged deeply between my butt cheeks again with renewed passion.  His tongue licked and his teeth bit on my nipples constantly growling like a wolf.  And then a low rumble that increased in volume until it became a howl and then his warm seed filled me.  I was in tears and we both collapsed exhausted; I had lost consciousness.  I stirred faintly to this warm feeling on my abdomen; he was urinating on me, marking me as his territory.

Later I awoke, finding myself on the bed with a faint aroma of gardenias.  I felt his body spooning mine.  I turned my head and saw his eyes gazing gently into mine – the animal was gone.  He was sensuously stroking my body, we passionately kissed (it seemed like forever) and then he entered me – that wonderful glorious feeling of him filling me up with his manhood.  Exhausted and spent we fell asleep, all was at peace again.

I woke up to the light coming in through my wall of windows.  My body felt sore in the many ways I remember it being used last night.  I turned to look for him, but I couldn’t find anything that would indicate that he had even been there.  Had I dreamt it all?

Tallbtm

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Health: THE CHASER’S TALE – PART TWO http://blog.adam4adam.com/2015/01/health-the-chasers-tale-part-two/ http://blog.adam4adam.com/2015/01/health-the-chasers-tale-part-two/#comments Mon, 26 Jan 2015 15:12:22 +0000 http://blog.adam4adam.com/?p=9224 a 3d rendering of Red blood cells inside the vein.

 

(This post was written by Bob Leahy at PositiveLite.com)

Read part one here.

Bob Leahy: We left off the story with the incident in which you became infected. So you walked out of the door. How did you feel? It must have been kind of momentous, no?

Joseph Sinnott: It didn’t feel momentous at the time. I knew what had happened . . . Let me put it another way. I received blood slams from two different guys and I was invited by them to their places. And yet afterwards, I never heard from either of them …

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a 3d rendering of Red blood cells inside the vein.

 

(This post was written by Bob Leahy at PositiveLite.com)

Read part one here.

Bob Leahy: We left off the story with the incident in which you became infected. So you walked out of the door. How did you feel? It must have been kind of momentous, no?

Joseph Sinnott: It didn’t feel momentous at the time. I knew what had happened . . . Let me put it another way. I received blood slams from two different guys and I was invited by them to their places. And yet afterwards, I never heard from either of them – and that surprised me. Certainly I was not expecting support, or a long term relationship or even a friendship but at least some recognition. . . . because for me there was an intimacy to it.

It sounded almost like a conception.

Well in online conversations, both bug-chasers and gift-givers refer to it as the male equivalent of conception.

So you expected at least loose bonds between you and the father figure – the gift-giver?

I expected something other than silence. One of them eliminated himself from my circle of contacts. The other guy, we did have a one-time exchange of emails.

But when you think about it, can you understand their position?

Yes; again I was just looking for more than silence.

I can understand that  – maybe, I think that in a way it probably meant more to you than it did to them.

Yes, it did mean more to me.

Ok, let’s jump forward, you went through a period when you had to wait to get an HIV test. How long did you actually wait?

Well, there were two slamming incidents. The first was in late September 2013 and the second time was in February 2014. I was reading about the early signs of infection and in late October I started getting a rash, the kind of rash I had never had before. Turned out to be shingles, which, I had read, can be an early sign of seroconversion. So I figured I had already converted. I went to the Hassle Free Clinic and had the quick blood test and it was negative. They also ran the p24 test, which I learned four or five weeks later was also negative. I returned to Hassle Free after another few weeks, still shy of the usual three-month window, and again the quick test was negative. So I stopped thinking about it.

So what happened then?

In mid-February when I met the second guy for a blood slam, I had in the back of my mind I was positive. So again we had our encounter and it would have been late March that I had severe abdominal and persistent hiccups, twenty-four hours a day. So I went to the hospital, was admitted after 24 hours in Emerg. The explanation for the hiccups was that my liver was inflamed and enlarged and pushing up on my diaphragm. I was at the hospital for a week while they did tests. Two doctors came into my room on a Friday afternoon and they just said, with no introduction, no fanfare, “Turns out you are HIV-positive and have Hep C as well.” I was out of hospital an hour later.

Ok the obvious question then is how did you feel once they had told you that?

I was calm. Part of the (bug-chasing) online dialogue when you find out you are poz is a moment of celebration. But I was alone, so there wasn’t a rush of excitement or anything like that.

Was there sadness or regret?

No. It was numbness but it wasn’t a debilitating numbness. I had been struggling with mental health issues and substance use issues and I had lost hope and the diagnosis allowed me to bring back hope in to my life.

Do you want to describe why the diagnosis would represent hope?

It’s as if it gave me a project, it gave me a reason to live. I’m still on the journey to be . . . it’s a lifelong journey. There is a difference though between my relationship with HIV and my relationship with Hep C. I was expressly seeking to get pozzed and so I have incorporated it into my life, whereas the Hep C is still off in a corner somewhere. And so I’m wanting to reflect on that.

When you were processing your reactions, did guilt surface in any way shape or form? We’ve talked about this before, that the argument is that by becoming infected purposely, you suddenly become a drain on the healthcare system, some say.

Certainly I’m aware of the criticism but that just takes us down a very slippery slope. Do we make cigarette smokers pay, or drunk drivers?  Plus over the years, I’ve paid my taxes. . . But you ask about guilt. The guilt that I have and still struggle with is the great WTF question. I have children. What was I thinking? Is this the kind of behaviour that I would want to model for my children? I’ve gone from a highly successful career and family life, father of four and here I am (pause) . .

Not.

(Laughs) Not. Still struggling to find my identity. How would I explain it to my children?

Is that an unanswered question? Have you had to explain it to them?

I haven’t yet disclosed that I’m HIV- and HCV-positive, but I certainly intend to.

Do you think you would ever tell them the story you’ve told us?

No. I’ve disclosed within my family to two of my siblings, I’ve disclosed that I’m positive and Hep C, but that’s it. I’ve disclosed to a close friend too.

But since then you’ve entered into the world of support groups quite extensively. Have you told your story, of how you got infected, in those groups?

Yes, right after being diagnosed I set about researching and building a support network of professionals and I have a remarkable circle pf care.

Tell us about the kind of supports you have latched onto.

Support groups at ACT for recently diagnosed, for dually diagnosed and for planning for the long term, plus one-off sessions, plus a dual diagnosis group at Toronto PWA Foundation. . .

And all the while you have been going through addiction counselling?

I’m in a weekly group at CAMH. I’m doing a narrative therapy group at Mt. Sinai, a meditation group at Mt. Sinai. . . .

This is all rather unusual. Tell me why you are involved with so many groups. Is it because you have enthusiasm for supportive surroundings, or are you seeking counselling or you want to rub shoulders with people in the same boat?

All of the above. And I also have individual sessions and an individual therapist through the Hep C program at the Sherbourne Health Centre.

So (laughing) you really are a drain on the healthcare system. But I want to round this off. You haven’t told family but you have certainly sought support from within our own community. Have you had to deal with any negative reaction from within the community?

No. I would say very little reaction to anyone to whom I’ve disclosed. I’ve got indifference – “it doesn’t matter”. When I’ve disclosed to co-participants in groups, and I’m speaking in gratitude now, there has been no difference in our relationships.

I can see that but I don’t think that necessarily means indifference. Isn’t it outwardindifference?

Who knows? Inside there may be. .

I would just be surprised if there was true indifference, because I think the bug-chasing thing raises some strong feelings in many people. But they are also used to working in an environment of compassion and support, with no judgement. But I’m wondering whether that is enough to stop internal judgments being made. Ok –  I want to move on to some retrospective looks at your situation. Now how long ago were you diagnosed, remind me?

April 4.

Not too long ago. So summing it up, do you have any regrets about where you find yourself now? Would you do it again?

I would say I have no regrets. I’m still working through a lot of things, but regrets would be useless for that purpose.

But whether or not they are useless, regrets happen. So how does it feel right now? Are you happy? I’m trying to pin down where Joseph is at right now.

I’m a happier person. I have existential, relational and spiritual issues to address – and I’m in the process of addressing them. So yes, I’m happier, I have hope again – but there’s no content yet to those hopes.

OK one more question them. What would you say to somebody – say a young man who was in a similar position that you were in n and found the idea of bug-chasing kind of hot?

That’s a huge question. Let me be clear right now I would want to sit down with him and have a long conversation with the intended purpose of saying “no“. But I grapple with these issues all the time. Is there hypocrisy there? I don’t know.

I think “I don’t know” or ”I’d have to think it through” are very valid answers sometimes, because these are big questions I’m firing at you. OK one very last question, how do you feel about telling your story to me and to PositiveLite.com?

Good. You have been asking me open-ended questions, for which there are no easy answers, and I respect that.

Well, let’s call it day. I think we’ve gone full circle back to a reflective point which is a good place to end. Joseph. I can’t thank you enough for doing this and being so open.

You’re very welcome, Bob. And thank you as well.

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