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992 Amsterdam Avenue / 109th Street
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Sunday, April 29, 2007
Bar: The Townhouse
The Townhouse
236 E 58th Street / 3rd Avenue











(212) 754-4649
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236 E 58th Street / 3rd Avenue


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If Life Gives You Lemons...
I jerked off in the car, got into an accident, but then sucked off the cop. So it was a good day.

by Chicklit
I don’t know what came over me. I was driving home along Jackson Avenue in Long Island City, it was late, maybe 3 AM and I was bored. I’d been at a house party in Astoria, and maybe it was all the young hotties there or the bareback porn they were playing upstairs, but I was totally fucking horned up. So I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my piece. I was sorta mindlessly jacking it, squeezing the shaft, and I let my mind wander. I was thinking about rimming this hot little blond dude I’d seen earlier and WHAM!!! I fucking sideswiped a telephone pole at 47th Avenue. Shit! Man I must have really been in fantasy land to drift over like that. I pulled over and got out to check the damage. My left front door panel took the hit, but it wasn’t too bad. It was then that I noticed the cop approaching me from across the road.
Dammit, shouldn’t he be in a donut shop?, I thought to myself. I also noticed this was a hot fucking cop, big and dumb-looking. A rookie probably, he was younger than me. “Looks like you got a problem there buddy", he said, now standing next to me at the side of the road. “Yeah, I know”, I trailed off, motioning to the car. “No”, he said, “Your dick is hanging out”. I looked down to see my semi hard cock flopping out of the fly of my jeans. I quickly went to put it away and felt the cop’s nightstick stop my hand midair. He had a strange look in his eyes, and he moved the nightstick till it was on top of my head. He applied pressure, pushing me slowly down to my knees on the curb. With his other hand, he unzipped his fly, and pulled out his fat cock monster. My mouth watered at the sight of the mushroom head, with one glistening drop of pre-cum on it. I leaned forward and started slobbering on that juicy slab of dickmeat.
Officer McBlowjob filled my mouth with his tool, the head of his 9-incher forcing its way past my tonsils. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his gun dangling in its holster. This guy was nuts, he could kill me if he wanted to, the streets were deserted. Well, guess that means I’ll have to swallow! As if he could read my mind, he suddenly dumped a huge load of hot, salty cop jizz down my throat. Being a law-abiding citizen, I swallowed every thick, briny drop. He pulled out, and stuffing his wet meat back into his pants, looked down at me a with a smug look. “You’re just lucky I don’t give you a Breathalyzer right now, whore” and went back to walking his beat.
Talk about the long arm of the law!

by Chicklit
I don’t know what came over me. I was driving home along Jackson Avenue in Long Island City, it was late, maybe 3 AM and I was bored. I’d been at a house party in Astoria, and maybe it was all the young hotties there or the bareback porn they were playing upstairs, but I was totally fucking horned up. So I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my piece. I was sorta mindlessly jacking it, squeezing the shaft, and I let my mind wander. I was thinking about rimming this hot little blond dude I’d seen earlier and WHAM!!! I fucking sideswiped a telephone pole at 47th Avenue. Shit! Man I must have really been in fantasy land to drift over like that. I pulled over and got out to check the damage. My left front door panel took the hit, but it wasn’t too bad. It was then that I noticed the cop approaching me from across the road.
Dammit, shouldn’t he be in a donut shop?, I thought to myself. I also noticed this was a hot fucking cop, big and dumb-looking. A rookie probably, he was younger than me. “Looks like you got a problem there buddy", he said, now standing next to me at the side of the road. “Yeah, I know”, I trailed off, motioning to the car. “No”, he said, “Your dick is hanging out”. I looked down to see my semi hard cock flopping out of the fly of my jeans. I quickly went to put it away and felt the cop’s nightstick stop my hand midair. He had a strange look in his eyes, and he moved the nightstick till it was on top of my head. He applied pressure, pushing me slowly down to my knees on the curb. With his other hand, he unzipped his fly, and pulled out his fat cock monster. My mouth watered at the sight of the mushroom head, with one glistening drop of pre-cum on it. I leaned forward and started slobbering on that juicy slab of dickmeat.
Officer McBlowjob filled my mouth with his tool, the head of his 9-incher forcing its way past my tonsils. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his gun dangling in its holster. This guy was nuts, he could kill me if he wanted to, the streets were deserted. Well, guess that means I’ll have to swallow! As if he could read my mind, he suddenly dumped a huge load of hot, salty cop jizz down my throat. Being a law-abiding citizen, I swallowed every thick, briny drop. He pulled out, and stuffing his wet meat back into his pants, looked down at me a with a smug look. “You’re just lucky I don’t give you a Breathalyzer right now, whore” and went back to walking his beat.
Talk about the long arm of the law!
Saturday, April 28, 2007
I Got Splinters in My Dick from a Gloryhole

by Chicklit
Be wary of any guy you meet online who claims to have a glory hole in his apartment. If you’re lucky, it’ll just be some queen who hung a sheet up in front of an empty closet and blows you while embalming himself with poppers. I was not so lucky.
I came across one such ad on Craigslist, and curious, sent the guy a photo of my cock. He must have liked it, ‘cause 15 minutes later I was walking through the unlocked door of his apartment on Greenwich Ave. As promised, the lights were low, there was porn playing, and the dude had a glory hole cut out of a door to a closet in the hallway. I could faintly make out his mouth, as he licked his lips. Fuck it, I just paid 8 bucks for a cab… I unzipped and stuffed my half hard meat into the makeshift opening. He clamped his mouth around my dick, and I realized he had ice cubes in his mouth. Wow, felt kinda cool. My cock stiffened as he worked on it, and I turned my head sideways to catch the porno DVD that was playing. Damn,that Jeff Stryker really did have a monster cock, I thought, pumpingthis phantom mouth as I watched the movie. He got my meat nice and slick and I was really getting into it when I suddenly felt a sharp, piercing pain in my dick. “Hey, ouch!” I yelled. I pulled my dick out of the gloryhole; there was a fucking splinter, ½’ long sticking out of my cock.
Fuck! There was a little droplet of blood, and I yanked the splinter out. “Mary, have you ever heard of sandpaper?!” I barked. No reply. “Um, hello, I just got a splinter in my dick”. Silence. God, was I pissed. I found his bathroom and washed my cock off, furious. Not only did this fuckwad not have the sense to sand down the edges of the gloryhole, he wasn’t even man enough to come out of hiding! I was mostly mad at myself; I showed up at some faceless stranger's place for a blowjob- a stranger with a gloryhole in his apartment! Feeling stupid and ashamed, and since I was in his bathroom anyway, I rifled through his medicinecabinet and swiped a bottle of Vicodin for the road. I earned it- that splinter fucking hurt!
Friday, April 27, 2007
Subway Jerk Off
Click here for the video!It was 3am and I was drunk on the A train. Suck a fuckin' drag to take the subway when you're drunk and tired, but I ran out of cash at Secret Lounge and has nothin' to grab a cab ride to Washington Heights. Uggg, I felt like shit and leaned up against the wall. Thank god, my car had like one other person on it; so annoying when you're riding home with other drunk losers that are loud and annoying.
About 20 minutes later, I woke up as were crawling through Harlem..Christ this is a long ride. I nearly jumped when I noticed someone next to me. I casually did the whole "checking out the person next to you on subway by trying look sideways without moving your head trick". Wow. The guy next to me was HOT! This so never happens to me.
Click here for the video!He was wearing rugged jeans with a rip in knee and I could see his muscular hairy leg showing. I couldn't tell if he was Latin or Italian or one of those hot olive skinned nations, but christ he looked so hot. He had to be late 20's and masculine with facial hair, but not too much, just scruffy with messy brown hair. And yes, I got all this from keen right eye.
I tried to go back to sleep, but his knee kept rubbing against mine. I couldn't tell if it was train rubbing or REAL rubbing. I had to put my hands in my lap to keep from getting noticibly excited. I did notice that he was getting excited. HOLY SHIT was going on inside my head. He was HUGE too. I could see the outline of the head through his jeans. Then..his knee stopped moving and he just held it there, held it against my knee really hard. Oh yeah, I pushed back. Then he adjusted his hands so they were in his lap too. Damn, I can't see the head anymore! I was praying for him to move. Goddam, I got my wish. He started rubbing himself right there on the subway! Alright. I have to look around.
Click here for the video!I did the whole stretch and scan of the subway and noticed there was a sleeping homeless guy and a passed out girl. My balls dropped and I reached over and starting rubbing. He started moaning to show he liked what I was doing. I put my cute jacket on his lap to hide my hand and his meat. I gave him a "I'm hot for you look" and he reached under and unzipped his jeans. I reached inside and felt his wet head and started slowly jerking up and down. Very slowly so no one would see as we went from stop to stop. I was getting close to home and wanted to finish him off so I started really going for it between stops. He was breathing really heavy and I was a little afraid to wake up the two others. Just before my stop came, I started pumping like you wouldn't believe..I just didn't give a shit anymore. He came all over my cute jacket and my hand and his jeans. I didn't give a flying fuck at this point. I cleaned him up with my jacket, got off the subway and threw it in the garbage. I mean, it's H&M..
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Thursday, April 26, 2007
Bar: The Hose
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The Hose
225 Ave. B
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