QColumn: A Gay In The Life: The Flesh is Willing, But…

The Flesh is Willing, But…
By Steve Prince
“Today in Haiti, the American Red Cross estimates that-”
Click.
“Hello Talk Soup fans. I’m Joe McHale and this is Talk-”
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“I’m sorry I don’t have a square to spare, now if you don’t mind-”
Click.
Ugh. I was bored. Just plain bored. I flipped through the channels of my television but found no relief. I looked outside my living room window and sighed. It was a beautiful Los Angeles day—unseasonably warm with the inviting sun shimmering and an air with the invitation of excitement.
I smacked my mouth and yawned. Not even the sun could tempt me today. In fact, I was still in my pajamas. My mind felt restless but my body weighed too much to move. I looked at the clock; it was four p.m. I literally had wasted the day away.
Click.
“And now we head into den of the lions,” a good-looking man said. I couldn’t help but notice how beautifully tanned his skin was. I watched with horror as he quietly stepped forward toward a den of lions.
“Now,” he said. I noticed the cool lilt of his baritone; he had a very sexy voice, “I am going to leave my shirt with my scent so the lions can get accustomed to it. Next time, when I come back they will have a sense memory of me.”
He kept talking but I didn’t notice anything he said because he had taken off his shirt. He was ripped. His body told the story of a lean yet beefy man’s man. That coupled with his handsome face made me sit up and watch. As I moved I realized I could feel the inside of my pajamas against my naked dick.
I totally had a chubby.
“Tune in next week,” the hot man said, “I’m Dave Salmoni.”
Oh God. Dave Salmoni! It barely took me a minute to get up from the television and Google Image him in front of my computer. Suddenly, a flood of shirtless pictures leapt from my laptop screen.

I thrust my hand into my pants and gingerly played with myself. An emotion swirled in my stomach and I realized this wasn’t going to cut it. It was porn time.
Quickly I logged onto Sean Cody. I needed a man who looked like Dave Salmoni, big and buff, with messy dirty-blond hair. Immediately I knew who to click on.

Some of you old timers may remember Patrick of Sean Cody fame. He had a great, great run on the ex-Mormon’s site. He began (as they all do) with the solo jack off scenes. Next he was letting a guy suck him off. Soon fans demanded he penetrate someone so they could see that long cock in action… and he did. And before you know it, he was taking a cock as easily as a contestant on Ru Paul’s Drag Race.
In fact, I’ll never forget the first time I saw Patrick take it like a man; it was with Wade.
Never before had a scene a man ride a cock, while his abs flexed like bricks under his taught skin.
Soon, I was stroking lavishly while watching my Patrick work his magic. But suddenly, that emotion swirled in my stomach again, telling me “Give me more… Give me more Steve.”
With a sigh I took my hand out of my pj’s and wiped the excess lube off my leg.
Maybe Addison would do the trick. Ah, Addison-that taught basketball player body, with that long uncut schlong, and that adorable British accent. I think I would have his ass babies… even though I don’t really know what that meant. Immediately, I clicked on my favorite video of his—Addison and Lane.
In this scene, Addison and Lane both fucked one another. Finally, Lane leans over with his ass in the air and Addison tips his dick down and dives into Lane’s ass like a deep-sea diver.
I poured some lube into my left palm. As Addison delved into a sea of ass, my hand delved into my pants. I stroked greedily. Fixated my eyes locked onto the screen-my eyes widened at my favorite part. As Lane tops Addison’s face, he shoots into Addison’s mouth who hungrily licks up the cum all over his face.
I stroked harder and harder. And then that emotion swirled in my stomach again, that damned emotion—the horniness that beckoned for more.
God damn you horniness! I can squash you yet. I knew what porn star would do the trick.
Colby Keller.
Words can’t describe how much I love Colby Keller. I would pay for it from him… in a second. Colby’s been all over and I’ve stayed with him. Through Sean Cody, Randy Blue, Cocksure Men, and now he’s regular on Dominic Ford. Even when he went through that bad hair stage… I was ALWAYS a fan. No one could make me cum like this boy.
To this day, my favorite porn scene is with Colby Keller and Marten. Ahh… I can’t describe the video, but just watch it. So passionate and hot.
I clicked on the video and soon I was watching Colby slide his dick into Marten as the boys kissed passionately. Mmmm… so hot. Colby fucked faster and I moved my lubed and quicker in my pants. Faster and faster. Harder and harder… until…
Well, shit the bed. That God-damned mother fucking emotion started swirling in my stomach again. Really? Could I really STILL be horny? What was the matter with me?
Porn had never failed me before. It was my safety… my go to. Or rather my cum-to. What was happening to me? I realized that I needed to just have sex. Momma needed to get it done.
Then, suddenly, I heard a vibrating sound. I looked around. No my vibrator isn’t around. Hmmm, Fleshjack Vibro… nope. What the hell is that vibrating sound coming from? Oh, my cell phone was ringing.
I looked at the number blinking on my phone; I didn’t recognize it. Bored with the porn in front of me, I answered it.
“Hello,” I said trying not to sound like I had just been beating my salami.
“Ello, Steve?” a voice with a thick Spanish accent asked over the phone.
Great. A telemarketer, just what I needed right now.
“This is Steve,” I said shortly, “I’m sorry is this a solicitation call?”
“Huh?” the caller said.
“How can I help you?” I said, still trying to sound direct but polite. My boner was falling fast.
“Oh, Steve,” the man said, “This is Domingo.
My cock shot to full attention. Holy shitballs. Domingo? Domingo! OH my God… I can’t believe it… a gorgeous stripper is calling me… on my phone… during the day. Holy crap.
“Oh hey,” I said trying to sound cool. I started to get up and I almost fell off the chair.
“Are you okay?” he said, responding to the scuttling noise.
“Oh yeah,” I said, correcting myself and standing up. “I’m fine. Great. How are you?”
“Honestly,” he said with his voice becoming a whisper, “I’ve been thinking about your cock all the time.”
“Oh,” I said. Wow. I mean, that’s forward. I mean, yes I’ve called guys before because I was thinking about their cock, but he just… well said it.
“Thank you,” I said, “That’s sweet.”
THAT’S SWEET! I actually said THAT’S SWEET! Oh God, I’m such a mother-fucking idiot. Why didn’t I say something sexy like I had been thinking about his broad chest? Or how the smell of him just made me erect. Or how I wanted to suck his thick nine-inch cock and feel it between my ass. That would all be truthful AND sexy.
Instead, “That’s sweet.” Someone kill me, jeeeezus.
“Your friend gave me your number,” he said.
“I know,” I said, “I’m glad you called. Hopefully this means you want to come over and see my cock in person.”
WHHHHHHHHHAAAT? Did I just say that? Did I just say that? Oh my God! I felt like a telephone call girl. This was kind of getting fun.
“Sure,” he said, “I would love that. I could be there in, oh, thirty minutes.”
“Sure,” I answered. “I’ll text you my address?”
“Perfect,” he responded. “Mmm I can’t wait to fuck you soon.”
“Yeah,” I said, “I’m going to like it. Bye.”
As I hung up, I barely had time to judge my lame response of “Yeah, I’m going to like it.” God that sounded so… white and robotic. You would think that someone who writes a column about sex would be better at the dirty talk.
Twenty-five minutes later, after taking a quick shower, cleaning up the “sweet-spot” so to say, and cleaning my room, I heard a knock at the door.
“Hey handsome,” Domingo said as I opened the door. He kissed me on the cheek and my dick began to move.
I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe this is happening.
“Would you like a beer?” I asked.
“Oh no,” he answered, “I don’t drink.”
Of course he doesn’t drink beer… beer is fattening. So here I am drinking fat right in front of him. Ah, fuck me.
We both sat on the couch and chatted for about all of two minutes before he interrupted.
“Look,” he said, “I have to kiss you.” He leaned in and parted my lips with his tongue. I immediately grew erect.
“Is that okay?” he said, “The kissing?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “Who doesn’t love to kiss?”
“Well, some of my clients prefer not to, but I love it,” he answered as he began to take his shirt off.
Clients? What does he mean by clients? It didn’t make sense. People that use the word “clients” are often selling something, but what did he have to sell?
At that same moment, Domingo stripped to his underwear revealing his throbbing nine-inch cock.
Oh, that’s what he’s selling.
I couldn’t do this. A stripper is one thing, but a prostitute? I don’t know. I mean, no judgment, but I could never do it.
With a smile, Domingo stripped his underwear off. He stood at me and smiled as he gingerly stroked his cock.
“You are so cute,” he said.
I smiled back at him and stood up.
“Do you take a check?”
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A California boy with a Southern heart, Steve Prince finds himself in so many sexual positions it can make your head spin. Thankfully for us he’s willing to share it all…no matter how sordid it gets. Quick to admit when he fucks up, Steve still laughs it all off, and hopes you will too. Also, it should also be noted he is gayer than glitter.
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Previously, on A Gay In The Life:
The Birds and The Birds
Lyin’, & Twinks, & Bears—Oh My!
Going Public
Christmas in July
Luck Be A Lady Tonight
I Left My Heart In Oklahoma
As Luck Would Have It
Shock & Awe
Blame It On Britney
The Unending Journey
Makin’ Copies
Bullets and Bracelets… and Lube
To Tell The Truth…
Stars Aren’t Blind
The Dark Knight
Come As You Are
A Date?
A Happy Ending
Better Than Nothing
A Man With A Slow Hand
Taking The Long Way
Everybody Knows
Wake Me Up, Before Ya Go-Go
Definition
The Best
The Upper Hand
Hit Me With Your Best Shot
2000-Date
Dick The Halls
The Queer Dear
A Night At The Museum
A Conversation
I’m Just A Girl Who Can’t Say No
Change The Way You Feel
Kissing A Fool
Leo The Lamb
The Elephant In The Room
Zuckerman’s Famous Pig
A Birthday Surprise
The Sleepover-er
SP Phone Home
Out of the Frying Pan and into the Closet
What If…
Just Beat It
Intimate Portrait
Intimate Portrait (Part Deux)
Intimate Portrait (Part Trois)
State of Mind
The Age of Disbelief
A Man For All Seasons
Summer Lovin’
A-Men
The Urge
Gettin’ It Done
Here You Cum Again
Eye Of The Beholder
The Present
A Minute’s Pause
Brotherly Love
Ladies Who Lunch
Here Cums The Rain Again
Dinner For Two
Blow by Blow
Commando
Cum As You Are?
Aftershock!
Caught in the Act
The Great Compromise
The Tipping Point
Cross Country
In Stereo
Get Smart
Blind Faith
The Dirty Mexican
A Few Good Men
Peter’s End
Getting Stuffed
The Good Boy
Cracking Up
The Agreement
Fuck Road
A New Resolve
Pre-cumming
Send My Regrets
On A Jet Plane
For The Love of God
Livin’ On A Prayer
It’s My Party
Move On
The Stripper
High-Ho The Glamorous Life