Thursday, April 26, 2007
I get my hair cut by a lovely young Vietnamese woman who looks absolutely good enough to eat, which among other things is just what I'd like to do to her. Yeah I know...fat fucking chance you old fart! My Viet sweetie barber looked and smelled particularly delicious yesterday morning and as I gazed on that shapely butt and low cut neckline I began to feel a stiffness rising in my pants. Parts of her body were occasionally brushing against mine as she went about her work and that was working it's usual magic on the old pecker. "Ah so close...and yet so far away!" thought the Horny Old Guy to himself! Not the first time that I've sprung a throbbing boner in that barber chair!
I've fantasized about unzipping my pants and having a quickie jack off under that sheet from time to time. It's always a rush to jack off somewhere where you shouldn't be doing it. If I thought I could discreetly get away with it, I might even try it. The under the sheets vibration would probably give my uncivil, ungentlemanly conduct away though and the Horny Old Guy really is a gentleman as you all are aware of by now (what are you laughing at?) I would also worry that my barber/hair stylist would finish her work before I finished mine and pull back the sheet to reveal my senior citizen dong in action...and then who knows what would happen? She would either laugh or scream and call the cops. Nope, it ain't worth going to jail for or even getting kicked out of her shop for. I'll be a good boy and keep in zipped in that barber shop. Yesterday I did what I always do on such occasions...left the barber shop with a stiff dick (wonder if she noticed the bulge?) and went home and jacked off while I fantasized eating and fucking and being sucked off by that lovely Asian barber shop babe.
Did you know that there was one time that I actually did get offered a blow job in a barber shop? That was by another Asian honey on a trip to Bangkok over 25 years ago. I wrote about that trip HERE Back then (and probably still now!) sex was for sale all over Bangkok. You could get fucked or sucked off at almost every place in town except McDonald's and I'm not even sure that they didn't ask you if you wanted a blow job along with those burgers and fries there. Anyway I went to a barber shop to get a haircut right after I first arrived in Bangkok and this young, very attractive Thai babe took me into the back room where there was a bed and asked me if I wanted some oral service (for a substantial extra charge of course!) in addition to my haircut. I was tempted but turned her down. Admittedly I'd come to Bangkok primarily with sex in mind but I wanted to look around, to see what else was on the menu, before indulging my erotic fantasies. This young Thai female barber was however just as lovely as the one I patronize here in Stockto
I truly love women of all races but Asian women have an extra special, erotic, exotic appeal to most of us guys I believe. Ah those lovely young butts, those small to medium sized but very firm breasts, those warm, tight pussies...oh control yourself Mike! Finish this fucking post before you start jacking off again! I got my first taste of Asian sexual hospitality at the young age of 18 while I was in the Army and stationed in in Korea. There were side trips to Japan for even more rewarding Asian sexual experiences. Admittedly that sex was all with prostitutes but when you are 18 and horny and far away from home and your American girlfriend (in my case my ex girlfriend!) that really didn't make any difference. It's "any old port in a storm" you understand and those were some lovely ports indeed! I was especially fond of those Asian blow jobs. Asian women are truly some of the best cocksuckers in the world. I didn't have sex with another Asian woman until I went to Bangkok thirty years later and there (after my haircut without the BJ on the side!) I spent most of my week getting sucked and fucked by another sweet young Asian babe. Ah yes those were the days!
I'd always sort of hoped to find an Asian girlfriend somewhere along the line right here in the good old USA but that just never happened, damn the bad luck! When I was younger Asian women didn't seem to date guys of other races that much and I rarely saw them in the bars in my lecherous bar hopping one night stand days. I guess things have changed because when you look at college campuses nowadays it seems to be a status symbol for every Caucasian and black guy to have an Asian girlfriend...and the young Asian women don't seem to object to having white or black boyfriends either. It's sort of like the fact that most modern young women (of all races, starting in their early teens) are apparently ready, willing and able to casually give blow jobs to their boyfriends with very little coaxing. They don't even consider blow jobs sex! (Thanks Bubba Clinton!) Yup I was just born fifty fucking years too soon! Oh well...as always my fantasies and my right hand will get me through the day and through the night!
Getting back to reality, my neighbor and fellow condo association board member Kathy came over last night and we edited and published our first monthly homeowners newsletter together. It was lots of fun and I'm looking forward to doing future issues with her. Once again we got along very well and I got my first hug from her (and she initiated the hug!) when she left. She declined my invitation to stay for a glass of wine though. "Maybe next time!", she said. It seems like I've heard that line before! Things are moving along nicely though...I think I've got a new good friend...and hopefully something more than that! Only time will tell. Yeah I'll admit it...I jacked off in bed while fantasizing about Kathy after she left too. They don't call me "the Horny Old Guy" for nothing folks! Two lovely jacking off fantasies in one day! Life is good!
With erotic thoughts of women of all races lingering in my ancient and dirty mind, I'll wish you all a great weekend! Thanks for reading this nonsense, see you next week!
Monday, April 23, 2007
I just don't like dates pre-arranged by other people. And yet when I wake up with morning wood and no place to put it...I may let Charlie fix me up after all! I may still try that Craigs List thing too, whatever the fuck that is! The last time I tried computer dating I sure wasn't thrilled with the results though, as the cartoon at left illustrates. I still have the feeling that something good may come out of my relationship with my fellow condo association board member and neighbor Kathy but that may take a while since Kathy has already told me that she's not interested in a relationship for a while after coming off of a bad long term one earlier in the year. We have a meeting at my place on Wednesday night to put together our first co-produced homeowners newsletter (remind me to keep my jack off pictures out of it!) and I'm looking forward to that of course! Maybe I can inch just a little bit closer to that red hair covered place I want to be. Only time will tell...but I may need something besides my right hand to tide me over in the meantime. I also have to face the fact that Kathy may not be interested in dating (or fucking) me even after she gets over her ex. No use putting all of your eggs in one basket eh? Whores and one night stands are still out of the question though. Been there, done that...but I ain't gonna do it ever again!
Saturday night I was feeling a combination of loneliness and horniness so I turned once again to Flickr for some visual inspiration for jacking off. I think I've mentioned THIS website before. It's a place where anyone can post their photographs for others to see. Anything from snapshots of the family and the family dog to travel photos to nude photos. Of course it's the latter which are of particular interest to the Horny Old Guy. Most of the nude photos are by amateurs or semi-pros but they are for the most part very high quality, many even artistic in nature. I find pictures of non professional semi-nude and nude women to be much more erotic than those you find in the men's magazines. To me those skin magazine pics look look all too similar and too airbrushed...just not natural! I'm not a fan of enhanced titties either. Nah, just show me the average woman without her clothes and I'll be one happy and horny camper...or jerker! I guess that's why I love the nude beaches so much. Breast size doesn't make any difference nor does having the perfect figure. Any size, any age, any race...I just love to gaze upon that naked female skin! I'd much rather look at the young woman behind the counter at McDonald's or the middle aged one sitting in front of me on the bus naked than the Playmate of the Month! Much more interesting and much more erotic...in my most humble opinion anyway!
So that was about it for my weekend folks! Flickr'n and jerk'n! Yeah I know...I really need to get a life! I'm working on that and you'll be the first to know when something happens. Until then, thanks as always for reading this boring crap! I'll be back later on in the week with more of the same!
Thursday, April 19, 2007
There is a shoe box hidden in the back of my closet with nothing but photos and video of myself in the nude and having sex. The pictures are mostly of myself but there are a few that feature some of my past female companions. This material is in almost every visual format known to man (or woman!)...black and white and color Polaroid snapshots, 35mm color slides, 8mm and Super 8 movie film, black and white and color videotape and even a compilation of all this stuff on a CD-R and a DVD-R. I have of course used a few of these still pictures and movie/video frames to illustrate some of my posts in this blog, especially when these posts dealt with my favorite solitary activity...jacking off!
I'm really not sure why I started taking nude pics of myself although I suspect most amateur photographers, both male and female, have shot a few nude self portraits of themselves, especially in this digital age. In the old days it was pretty difficult to do unless you did your own darkroom work or had a Polaroid camera. Up until the early 1970's, most mainstream commercial labs (the kind the drugstores use) would not return photos with ANY nudity in them even if there was no sexual content. You might get the negatives back but not the prints, although I'm sure those prints became the part of many a private collection! Depictions of any type of hardcore sex including masturbation were just out of the question back then, strictly illegal in fact.
It sort of turned me on looking at those pics although I'm not sure why. I mean I was seeing my self naked in the mirror every day and in those days jacking off just about every day too. What's the fucking big deal about looking at a nude picture of yourself doing the same thing? I don't know...all I can say is that I got a rush out of it. Every once in a while from then on I would shoot a candid nude of myself with my Polaroid. Not an everyday thing you understand...just once in a while. When Polaroid came out with a new camera (called SX-70 as I recall) that took better pictures in color I upgraded to that model. Frankly the only pictures I took with either Polaroid camera were nude pictures of myself and a few snapshots, mostly clothed but including a few nudes, of a couple of girlfriends. More about those photos later in this post.
It wasn't just me that was taking nude pictures of myself and or wives/girlfriends/whores with a Polaroid camera of course! I would bet that more private nude and explicit sex pictures were taken with these instant picture cameras than any other type of picture. I mean you could continue to use your Brownie camera and relatively cheap drugstore processing for your family and Christmas pics and save the more expensive Polaroids for your private nude shots.
All it took was a willing wife or girlfriend and you could shoot the kind of full frontal nudity that you couldn't even find in adult magazines like Playboy. Great for jacking off to when your sweetie was not around! If she would let you shoot her sucking on your weenie or let you use the self timer to shoot you slipping the big salami to her that would be even better! I remember seeing a coffee table book of old nude Polaroids some years ago and some of the pictures were very graphic and very erotic!
Here (primarily for my own amusement!) is that first 8mm. movie sequence, complete and uncensored:
I occasionally repeated my experiment over the years using various 8mm and Super 8 movie cameras and later video camcorders. Video of course made things MUCH easier. You could shoot anything you wanted without worrying about it being seen by lab workers or even worse censored or confiscated. Below is the first the first piece of video I shot with my brand new RCA black and white video camera. You just know what the subject matter was! Wow was I ever that young?
I went through several home video cameras, portable recorders, and camcorders from the Betamax days to present day Mini-DV and DVD. From time to time I've used every one of those gadgets to shoot some footage of me in the nude and usually jerking off. Hey with video you have to be doing something, don't you? When I really got lucky I scored some footage of me "slipping the salami" to my sweetie. More about that shortly.
Below is a 5 minute compilation of movie film and video taken over a period of 35 years, consisting of me engaged in my favorite solitary activity. I put this together one night after a couple too many glasses of wine. All I can tell you is it seemed like a good idea at the time!
Digital still cameras were of course to still photography what video cameras were to movie photography. Shoot all you want of anything you want and look at it immediately! I've used that format too from time to time in recent years to shoot a still nude or jacking off shot of myself. Admittedly as I got older, I shot less of all types of this material. The novelty has long worn off and let's face it...I ain't the (somewhat) handsome young stud I once was. I now look in the mirror in the morning sometimes and say "Whoa! Who is that old fart? It just couldn't be me!" Oh it could be worse I suppose. I still have most of my hair and keep in pretty good shape but I am not the man I once was, at least physically. Those nude pics from thirty to forty years remind me of that time and time again. And yet...I still pull out the camera once in a while and shoot another nude self portrait of myself. Don't ask my why because I don't have an answer.
I also have a videotape which shows my old girlfriend Gloria (from my 50's) and I fucking and performing oral sex on each other. We made it in a motel in Santa Barbara (California) and were both pretty high at the time. Believe me Gloria would have never done that when she was straight and sober! The video is more funny than erotic but I treasure it today. Again there is no way that I would ever put a clip of that little XXX rated video escapade that showed Gloria's face on line. She is still around and would be coming after me if she ever saw it anywhere on line and I wouldn't blame her. Nah it's best to just keep certain things private. An occasional picture of me nude or waving my weenie around (and only right here in this blog when the post calls for it!) is as far as I could ever go in making my nude pics public...and as a shy guy (really!) I'm absolutely amazed that I've done that!
I do have to say that I'm glad that I did take those nude shots of myself over the years though, especially those that I took in my younger years. I never intended for anyone but myself to see them and up until this blog few people ever did. Only a couple of my girlfriends saw them (only because they wanted to) and since I'd been divorced twice before I started taking them neither of my ex wives ever saw them. The jack off stuff has been kept completely private, again at least up until this goofy blog. Just like it's fun to go back and look at my old childhood pictures and my old school pictures, any of my old pictures in fact, I've found it to be fun once in a while to dig out this old shoe box and go through my old nude pictures. It's not something I'm obsessed with you understand. The nude/sex pictures are a small fraction of the photos I've taken of myself, family and friends, and places I've been over the years but I still value them and find them interesting. My only regret is I didn't get the opportunity to start earlier, say when I was about 18, maybe even earlier. I would advise everyone out there to start early, shoot a few nudes of yourself (and your partners if they don't object) from time to time and save them. Someday when you are an old fart like me you may be glad you did!
I do worry once in a while about someone finding my stash after I've gone and I've yet to find a really secure place to hide them. That's my only concern for now, and at my age and since I live alone that is indeed a concern! Hopefully I will soon find a companion for the rest of my life who I can trust to dispose of these pictures (if she wishes) after I've gone. Meanwhile I think I'll whip out the old digital camera (and the old weenie too!) and take a couple more pics to put in that shoe box before I put it back in it's hiding place. To those people who think that nudity is obscene (and I sincerely doubt that there are many of them who read this fucking blog!) I truly feel sorry for you. Look at what happened this week in Virginia (the mass murder at the university) or at the mess that our president has gotten us (the USA) into in Iraq...or the genocide taking place in Darfur! THAT is obscene my friends! Pictures of naked people? Pictures of people having sex? Nope, not obscene at all in my most humble and ancient opinion! Hey have a nice weekend y'all with or without your clothes! I promise there won't be any more naked pics of the Horny Old Guy for a while! Bye bye for now!
Monday, April 16, 2007
Normally I don't dream all that much but since Marcella and I broke up I've been having all sorts of goofy dreams. No they aren't wet dreams! Actually I've never had a wet dream in my whole life. I used to think that something was wrong with my plumbing but I finally realized with all the jacking off that I've done (starting before puberty) and with the fucking and getting sucked off that I did anytime I had the chance there was and is no need for me to have wet dreams. Nature apparently provides us guys wet dreams only to get rid of our built up semen and that's never been a problem with me because of my "hobby" if you know what I mean and I think you do! It took me almost forty years to figure this all out (Duh!) which shows you how bright I am.
Way back in my twenties I decided that I would stop jacking off for a while, primarily just to see what a wet dream actually felt like. My jack off fast lasted for about a month I think. I was getting super horny, undressing every woman I saw on the street (oops...I do that anyway!), getting a hard on every time I took my dick out to take a piss...but still no fucking wet dream! One day I was driving down a country road, started thinking about pussy, sprung a big throbbing boner and said to myself "FUCK THIS!". I pulled over to the side of the road, whipped my dick out and jacked it off then and there. I don't think any ejaculation in my life has ever felt so good. The only bummer was that I got jism all over my shirt, pants and the car seat. What an eruption! What a flood! That was the one and only time that I ever I ever got a goofy idea like that. Now I think I know what makes those priests go bonkers! Anyway to this day I've never had a wet dream and I'd STILL like to know how they feel!
My dreams lately seem to always involve me eating pussy rather than fucking or getting sucked off. I even had a dream about being over at Marcella's and eating her luscious roommate Patty out. In the dream Marcella walked right by Patty's bedroom door, just looked in nonchalantly (like that would ever happen!) and I just kept on "yodeling in the canyon"! Ah if only some dreams would come true! I woke up in the middle of the night with a stiff dick which I promptly took care of. That's as close as I ever come (cum?) to having a wet dream.
In another dream just last Saturday night I was going down on Gloria, a girlfriend I had back in my fifties. We were on vacation at Waikiki (where we actually went one summer) and her parents were with her but we were on a secluded beach by ourselves and I was eating her out. Some Hawaiian cops came by and told us we had to stop having sex on the beach or we would be arrested. That's when I woke up. That definitely never happened in real life and I have no idea what triggered that crazy dream. I guess it's related to everything that ever happened in your life and everyone you ever knew...and it all gets scrambled together, sometimes into good dreams and sometimes into nightmares. That of course applies to all of the dreams we have, not just just the sexual variety.
I do miss the pussy eating almost as much as the fucking and blow jobs that I experienced with Marcella. Maybe that's what is triggering all these oral dreams. I just love to eat pussy! There is something so erotic about burying your face in a warm juicy muff, tasting that nectar and bringing your partner some of the pleasure she brings you. It took me quite a while before I really felt comfortable and competent at eating pussy though. Even though I had my first taste at the age of 16 or 17 with my first girlfriend Vicki (who had one lovely muff!) I really didn't have a clue back then on what to do down there. That was followed by three years of primarily just fucking the whores while I was in the Army and those were not the kind of women you kissed, let alone went down on!
A high school jailbait sweetie pie in El Paso (where I was stationed in the Army) got me back in the pussy eating game and then I got some more practice with my first wife Margaret. She seemed to sort of enjoy it although she seldom returned the oral favors...and that made me lose interest in spending too much time orally pleasing her. A couple of graphic sex manuals started to educate me in in my early thirties and still more practice with my second wife Julia (who did return the favor!) finally made me proficient (I think!) in the fine art of pussy eating by about my mid thirties.
Hopefully my days and nights of enjoying the wonderful sport of muff diving aren't over yet. I am keeping my fingers crossed that I will be "yodeling" in Kathy's "canyon" before the summer is over. Ah just the thought of licking that red haired (hopefully not shaved...and at her age, I doubt it!) pussy does wonders for my disposition as well as my dong. Red pubic hair has always been a major turn on for me as I think I've mentioned before, although at this stage of my life any color of pubic hair will do! Just let me lick what lies beneath it! On that happy thought I'll close this rambling post for today. Enjoy the week y'all and may all of your dreams be sweet and sexy and oral ones! Bye for now!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
I recently read in the paper that the last buildings of the Mustang Ranch, a legendary whorehouse near Reno, Nevada were burned down in a training exercise for the local fire department last month. My days of whoring are long since over but I still felt a bit nostalgic and even sad about the loss of that place. In my younger days, I had some mighty fine (and mighty cheap!) blow jobs and fucks there when I was between marriages and relationships and needed the service that only a warm female mouth or vagina could provide.
The notorious Mustang Ranch was located just east of Sparks, Nevada (itself just east of Reno). There is actually a tiny community called Mustang and that is the exit off Highway 80 that you took to get to the whorehouse. When I first visited the Mustang in the late 1960's prostitution wasn't really legal in Nevada although it was tolerated in some counties. In 1971 prostitution became legal in the state but only in the individual counties that approved it. Storey County where the Mustang is located was the first county to approve of it and thus the Mustang became the first legal whorehouse in the country in 1971.
My first visit to the Mustang came shortly after my first marriage fizzled out. I was in my late 20's and one horny son-of-a-bitch (yeah I know...I still am!). I'd heard about the legendary Mustang and decided to pay a visit one Saturday night to get a break from my jacking off and to get one of those things that was so missing from my marriage...a blow job! My ex wife Margaret, like a lot of women in those days, apparently believed that blow jobs were something that only whores and sluts did and she may have not been too far wrong back then. Many a young stud and old fart both married and single visited the whores to get what he couldn't get at home. I never got even one BJ during my four year marriage to Margaret, in fact I got very little head even in foreplay. I missed what I had got accustomed to from the whores of Korea, Japan and Mexican border towns in the Army as well as a few nice women in my civilian life...good old fashioned all American cum-in-mouth sloppy blow jobs! To this day I think those thingies are the closest to Heaven I'll ever come here on Earth! I just love those blow jobs!
I still remember that first visit to the Mustang. There was a high fence around the place, even a guard tower with armed guards on the property. You rang a doorbell at the gate and got buzzed in. Inside the place you were welcomed by a madame and all the young women lined up, sometimes as many as 25 of them. You chose the one that appealed to you. Talk about being a kid in a candy store! I tended to choose the younger "girl next door" types. Your whore of choice took you into her private room and asked you what kind of "party" you wanted. That of course determined the price. You could get the standard fuck, a "half and half" (she would suck you until you were nice and hard and then you would fuck her), a "full french" (my favorite, the cum-in-mouth blow job) or just about anything else your heart and dick desired. Two or more women were also available for the big spenders. Anal sex and kissing were off limits I believe. The price was negotiable. In the late 1960's and early 1970's you could get fucked or get a "half and half" or a full blow job for $15 or $20. I later learned that there was actually a house rule in those days that the women had to accept as little as $10 for a straight fuck or blow job if the customer was about to walk out the door. Of course the women would attempt to get as much as they could for all of their services. $20 seemed reasonable to me and I usually left a $5 tip if they provided good service. Hmmm...is there such a thing as a bad blow job? Some are better than others (no teeth please!) but I can't really remember a bad one!
Before or after the money negotiation stage the Mustang girls would give your pecker an inspection and a thorough wash. If they saw anything wrong with your weenie you had to take a hike and that was a good thing for all concerned. The girls got monthly medical checks too and there really wasn't much chance of catching anything you didn't want at the Mustang. After you had paid your money your lady took it out of the room to deposit it while you took your clothes off. I always preferred that both of us to be completely nude, even for blow jobs. The blow jobs were quite professional, some of the best cock sucking that I've ever experienced in fact and with a "full French" you indeed did get to blast off in the prostitute's mouth.
No they didn't swallow but that never made any difference to me with ANY blow job. Hey if the gals are willing to suck my weenie and take my heavy load in the mouth, I don't care what they do with the resulting jism! The Mustang girls would go spit it out in the sink and then rinse with mouthwash, fresh and ready for their next client who would hopefully now be coming through the gate. You put your clothes on and with a few pleasant words (and usually the awarding of a tip for exceptional services provided) you were on your way out the door unless you wanted to stop at the bar to have a drink or maybe even re-charge your batteries and go back for seconds. Yeah that happened with yours truly a few times!
I made several return trips to the Mustang in my late twenties and my early thirties. Getting married again put an end to those trips of course. When I'm married or in a long term relationship I don't play around with anyone, whores in particular! When that second marriage to Julia ended with a big thud (I caught her cheating) it was back up to the Mustang again. By then (the late 1970's) the price of a full blow job had increased to about $40 but it was still well worth it to get sucked off with no strings attached. Herpes and AIDS had not reared their ugly heads so condoms were still not necessary. One night stands and new casual relationships soon replaced my trips to the Mustang (which was a long way to drive for a blow job by the way!) and I made one only one more trip there sometime in the mid 1980's. By then the price had doubled again. It was now $80-100 for a blow job and the girls didn't seem to want to negotiate. Understandably condoms were now required for both fucking and blow jobs. I decided it just wasn't worth it anymore and went out and jacked off in the parking lot. Easiest $100 I ever saved in my life! The only problem was that on the way home I stopped in Reno and lost my money in the casinos! Looking back it definitely would have been more fun to lose that money at the Mustang! I never went back to the Mustang again. The glory days of cheap cum-in-mouth blow jobs at the Mustang Ranch were gone for good!
The guy who owned and ran the Mustang was a colorful character named Joe Conforte. I met him at the bar one night and found him to be a very nice guy. He even bought me a drink and gave me a token for a free fuck on my next visit! Joe got into some big trouble with the Feds for tax evasion and he skipped the country for Brazil in the late 1990's. As far as I know he's still living the good life down there. The government padlocked his place and sold most of the property to another nearby whorehouse owner to recover some of the taxes Joe owed to Uncle Sam. An addition to the original place remained on the property and that is what went up in flames last month. The Bureau of Land Management intends to restore the land, right by the Truckee River, to it's original state. Thus the era of the Mustang Ranch is now gone forever.
Tens of thousands of horny guys, young and old, must have passed through those Mustang gates. More than a few young guys probably knocked off their first piece of tail there. Single guys, married guys, all ages, all sizes, all races...all looking for a relief from using their right hand to bring themselves off or get what they couldn't get at home. Nevada's system seems like the right way to handle prostitution to me. The girls stay clean and safe with no pimps to steal their money or beat them up. Nothing illegal about the service, no worries about being caught in a police raid for the johns or the whores. No worries for the guys about being mugged or catching the clap (or worse!) or being arrested and seeing your name in the paper and your reputation and personal life ruined. Other countries tolerate and even legalize prostitution but we are too hung up with morals, religion and politics to ever do that here in the USA. Nevada remains the only place in the country where you can legally pay to fuck and that's not in all of the state's counties. For instance there is still no legal screwing for money in the counties where Reno and Las Vegas are located. Of course the illegal variety of whoring is everywhere, in Nevada and throughout the country. No way in hell you are ever going to stop the world's oldest profession!
Like I said before, my whoring days are long over. Too much to worry about nowadays! You may end up with a death sentence! I don't even want to fuck a whore with herpes or AIDS with a condom! I'm not even sure that I could get it up with all of the worry! Of course the same goes for one night stands for me. All part of my ancient history now! I'm clean and I'm going to stay clean! It's either be in a monogamous relationship or stay home and jack off and you can guess which of those options I'll be engaging in this weekend!
If you want to read more about the Mustang Ranch you might check out THIS ARTICLE from Wikepedia. Even though I've always considered any short or long term relationship MUCH more rewarding than going to a prostitute, I look back fondly on those relatively few afternoons and evenings when I walked through those gates of the old Mustang Ranch, wondering what the lineup of poontang would look like today! Rest in peace Mustang Ranch you legendary whorehouse and God bless all the wonderful women who worked there throughout the years. Thanks for the memories...and the blow jobs!