Mark
SoCal
33
6-2
220lbs
7c thick
Ex-DivII baseball player (3b); teammate to bond with; want to fucking win the lone Top Marine's "bat" and let him steal home.
Ok men, I have to say I am extremely disappointed thus far. I was hoping for at least SOMEONE out there to have testicles and show some guts. Very sad. Anyway, if no other entrants, Mark will win the prize(s)
~Mike
Lately, I've been getting some interesting things from my readers. Pics, in various states of undress, invitations to everything from dinner to sex to a family BBQ (which is a bit strange for a first meeting, I think) and everything in between. I'd like to try something new to stir the proverbial pot.
You've all seen my shadowed mug shot, its up on the blog for all to see. Well, its my turn, and your turn: I'm doing a picture contest.
Here are the rules:
1) You can submit any type of picture that you wish, from a face shot, to a faceless body shot, to... whatever.
2) Judging will be done by you, my readers. All comments, and I mean ALL, will be added. The picture that gets the most comments in favor, wins.
3) The prize: 2 sets of TopMarine dogtags, inscribed however you want. Complete with silencers.
Now, to submit:
Each time I post an entry, I put a link that says "E-mail Mike". E-mail me your stats to include Name (first name or as much as you want to include), where you're at (however detailed you want, can be country, state, city, street, whatever), vocation (job field), Height, Weight, and any other info you want to include
So, a sample would look like:
Mike
Seattle, WA, USA
US Marine
6'1"
217 (getting bigger!)
Top
9"cut
Likes long walks on the beaches
I'll post your stats with your pic.
For the judges, that would be everyone who reads the blog, this is how to get your two cents in:
Write a comment. The title of the comment should read the name of the person you like, with YEA or NAY, and then anything else you want to add.
Example:
MIKE, YEA
He's hot and I totally want him to plow me!
I'll leave this open till Sunday night, and we'll announce the winners on Monday. Remember, anything goes. And I'll add in a special surprise for the winner, to make it worth your while.
I'll post the pictures and stats as they come in, I will stop taking judging comments Sunday, September 9th at 2000 Pacific Daylight Time.
Anyway, I figured it would be fun for me to see some of YOU, and for you to get an idea of who reads this crazy thing. Don't let me down guys, if I only get one or two I'm gonna be pissed!
I'm almost finished with some posts I am working on simultaneously, so keep checking back
Hoorah!
~Mike
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So, it typically isn't my style to insult my readers. I mean, you, my readers, are the purpose that I spend the time to do this. Other than the Prude post I did with the asshole whose opinions and irritating condescension, I have mostly enjoyed hearing and reading the replies from ya'll.
That said, there have been/are a few others (about 5 all told) who make constant comments (that I do not choose to post) and send me hate mail and/or e-mails of extremely graphic, persistent, begging nature. Guys: Don't beg. Ever. I don't care how hot the cock is, how young and ripped the hole is, it just is not worth your dignity. Plus, its a complete fucking turn off. If you want a "masculine top who is a man's man" and you beg worse than a virgin bitch on prom night...yeah, that type of guy isn't going to be turned on by it. Lord knows, I'm sure as fuck not.
So, this guy was one of my first readers. He started out very cool, yet over time the hints of "you're a great guy, not my type and not really looking off here bro" were mistranslated by him into "I need you, please, let me fuck you now."
So Jay, here is to you. I don't know how else to say it, so you now have your own post all about you.
Cheers bud!
*****Begin Message*****
I have talked to you for a while now and so one of these days this will come true. I want you to show up at my house and knock on my door...i want you to push your way into my house and when the door is closed i want you to lock your lips on mine. I dont want you to hold back so i grab your hand and help u rub on my cock. Then i take my hand and run it down your pants and grab your rock hard cock. We make out for a little while till u push my head down to your cock and make me lick it through your pants. Then you open my pants and ram your finger in my hot hole! i lube u up really well with my spit so that when i take your cock into my ass it slides right in. At first you moan pretty loud and i make u aware there is some pain but u force it in neway and fuck me bare, hard and good. So good that you moan and tell me you want more, and u take it. I stroke on my cock while u fuck my ass and u keep telling me to take your load! I take you in every position i can and you make it hurt hard and good!
u game?
Jay
*****End Message*****
Jay... sorry bud, but there is not a snowballs chance in hell that I will ever have sex with you.
Allow me, please, to detail why:
1) I do not care for guys significantly older than myself, sexually. I told you before I think you are a great guy, and being friends was no problem, but you couldn't do that. You're 15 years my senior; not my thing. Deal with it.
2) I work out, hard, and take pains to be in both good health as well as good shape. I am not a chubby chaser. You haven't seen a gym or a non fast food restaurant in a decade, at least. Not healthy. Can we say, diabetes?
3) Not a bear fan; bears are in Zoos. It's called a r-a-z-o-r. I don't mind body hair, not usually my thing, but you are a gorilla.
4) I am NOT, NOOOOT, looking to have bareback sex with someone I meet off the internet. I am not looking to have bb sex, period. If you are, I'll give you my commisseration now for your impending positive HIV test.
5) You live in Louisianna. Why the hell would I EVER go to Louisiana for sex???
6) You are clingy. Which you told me yourself. Never a good thing.
7) You write at a third grade level. Your conversation is even worse. I am not looking to fuck someone who can't add three to nineteen. Its just a turnoff.
And 8) I hate smoking! Bleh.
Anyway, I'm sorry that I had to resort to doing it this way. Unfortunately, no or not interested seems to have not been received. So, one last blunt time: I AM NOT INTERESTED.
More to come tomorrow guys,
~Mike
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So. I took some readers advice regarding how to get rid of Klingons, and not the Star Trek type. Some of you offered really good advice; some of you couldn't advise your way out of a wet paper bag. Either way; the advice that I took, and the other steps I took of my own devising... haven't been successful. There is something, it turns out, mighty powerful about denial and the magnitude of the human ego that just allows people to turn "GO. AWAY. I-DON'T-LIKE-YOU" into something that resounds within their minds as "I'm grouchy today, call me tomorrow, I love you". Good gods.
So. I was stuck in the middle of nowhere for 3 weeks. I got to see plenty of hot, hoooot guys (where I was, we had no privacy. Open tents, open shower, open toilettes...) but not much in the way of action (which is not to say none), and little to do in our free time.
And guess what I got to deal with when I checked my e-mail.
Here it goes:
***** Begin E-mail*****
From: **********
To: *********
Date: Aug 27, 2007 3:21 PM
Subject: Dude, hello....?
Can i just say though; what was really difficult was knowing you could have sex with me one day and know that is was nothing to you....that you could just go and have sex with another guy, and then another any other time and I was absolutely nothing to you.
that said...regardless of how you feel toward me, I will be in Seattle this weekend. I hope we can hook up. I am going to LeFeaux at Julia's with my friends on Saturday night. I am buying an extra ticket for you. If you show up that would be great. If you don't, then I guess you don't.
I have already bought the ticket. If you don't want anything to do with me, then tell me so I can give the ticket to someone else. I hope that is not the case, but when I'm ignored on purpose like this, 90% of the time, it is the case.
XYZ
***** End E-mail*****
Now, you have to have a serious mind block to be doing something like this. It was almost two weeks before I was able to check my e-mail for the first time. I had a total of 34 missed messages from him. Some were funnier, most more pathetic, than the one above, but none details the pathos of the situation than this one.
So, he hasn't spoken to me in weeks. I was out of country (not that I told him that, hell I didn't even have time to tell my beloved readers, and he was far down the list from them), and not inclined to deal with drama from 9,000 miles away. But, when I got the latest e-mail in the series, and it says "I bought you a ticket even though you ignore me and I want you to come", that speaks to me of serious psychological and stalker issues. Furthermore, I don't appreciate having the time and money spent on the ticket used as a guilt-lever in an attempt to force my hand into a situation I have no desire to be in.
Men, I tell you this. If you are the type who wears your heart on your sleave and fall for a guy that you have hot sex with the very first time, you have issues. Period. Some of you told me I was a calous asshole and was mean to the guy, others told me I was spot on. My turn. If you think that sharing a meal and then fucking for a few hours equates to a fucking ring on the finger, wake up and grow a goddamn brain. Its sex. Period. Granted, many people, even myself, attach emotion to it, but thats ridiculous. NO ONE should think they have claim or expectations after A NIGHT. One. Uno. To think that, you are kidding yourself. If you both think there is something there afterwards and want to pursue it, thats one thing. But to think there is an expectation for the other party to, is pathetic.
A hookup is not meant to be the way to meet your husband. A fuck is not the way to look for your next love. For all you bottoms, and occasional tops I suppose, out there who took his side, then I tell you this: you do not live in the real world and your expectations on life and love are seriously skewed. More so, if you don't believe me, see a psychiatrist. I can guarantee you they will say you have serious emotional dependency issues if you think a night of play means he has to love you and become one. Get a grip!
Anyway, thats my rant. I spent most of last night, up until about 0400, balls deep in a boy or three. I'll fill you in soon, but for now... I'm taking a nap.
~Mike
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