Lee Vasey

I see it all the time when I’m cruising through the personal ads.

“Bored and horny.”

“Married White Guy, Bored at Home.”

“Available, Rock-Hard, Bored Cock.”

“Horny, Bored, and Drunk.”

“Available at My Place and Bored.”

“Me and My Cock Are Bored Stiff.”

Seems to me that the massive layoffs that are a part of the present economy are resulting in a lot of guys who suddenly find themselves with a lot of time on their hands.  Could it be that looking for a job is either getting old hat or hopeless, and a lot of guys are turning to sex?

Are these horny guys screwing their wives, or has the uncertain financial future cooled things off in the bedroom?

Has this sudden surplus of spare time reawakened slumbering interests in male sex?

Has the economic downturn created a cadre of men who otherwise would be going to work every day and staying faithful to their relationships?

If any of the above sounds like you, I want to hear about it.

“She popped off for her nineteenth orgasm of the evening, gushing out a half-gallon of cunt juice in a spray.  At the same time, my buddy shot bolt after bolt of cream down her hot, sucking lips.  With a cry, I pulled my eleven-inch tool out of her sopping cunt and shot a good three ounces of man-cum all over her perfect 44-DD tits.”

I don’t write that way.

Why?

Because it doesn’t happen.

My book is about a series of encounters I had while meeting people online.  None of these people had porn-star bodies, or elephantine cocks, or three-inch clits, or any of that crap.  They were normal, everyday people, very much like you or me.

They had perspiration.  Some were balding.  Some had stretch marks.  Some had cigarette breath and needed braces.  They were real people.

This is not to say some of them weren’t interesting physically.  Take Ray (who you will read about in my book).  Ray had an absolutely sculpted body.  Ray had a really big dick.  Ray is a committed bottom, and he’s a great fuck.  We’ve been together about 8-10 times.

But Ray is an old man.  He’s not a particularly handsome person.  Ray would be laughed out of your average modeling agency.  He’s good looking, but he’s not THAT good looking.

So, let’s be honest.  I don’t talk about my eleven-inch dick in my book because I don’t have one.  It’s closer to seven.  I don’t spurt huge quanities of semen, that go jetting half way across the room.  I’m usually good for a few drops, and that’s it. Thanks to swimming every day, I stay pretty slimmed down, but I don’t have “rock-hard abs” or “amazing pecs” or even “fat, puffy nipples” or any of the other crap you read in erotic fiction.  In the locker room, I’m pretty damned ordinary looking.

And the same holds true for my sex partners.  Yes, I’ve had sex with women with DD breasts.  I’ve had sex with women with F-cups and even J-cups.  But these women were also quite obese.  That is not to say that they weren’t sweet, attractive, pleasant people.  They are.  They take a very fun, effective, sex-positive approach to their casual romps in the bedroom.  They are exciting people.  But they aren’t going to win any prizes at the Miss Universe Pageant.

So, I’ve chosen to tell the truth.  For starters, it tends to be more varied and interesting than anything I could have invented.  It was more fun to write.  I’m gonna bet it’ll be more fun to read.

I’ve heard this many times in one form or another:  There’s no such thing as a “bisexual” man.  Show me a “bisexual” or “gay-curious” man, and I’ll show you a closeted gay man.

Bullshit.

I think true, straight-down-the-middle, 50-50 bisexuality is a great rarity, but there is no question that I am bisexual.

I like girls.  I like girls a lot.  Breasts fascinate me, and I check out every pair that crosses my field of vision.  I like girls.  I like to feast on and fuck their pussies.  I like to suckle on their tits.  I like to screw their tight asses.

I like guys.  I have a real weakness for sucking cocks.  Show me some porno, and I’m hardly looking at the girl in the movie.  For me, it’s all about the dick. I like guys.  I like to be in sixty-nines with them.  I like fucking and being fucked by them.

Someone once said (and I wish I could assign proper credit here), “There is nothing in this world quite like the hardness of sex with a man.  There is nothing in this world quite like the softness of sex with a woman.  They are beautiful.  They are special.  They are unique.  And they can be enjoyed equally.”

That’s probably the best defense of bisexuality I have ever heard.  And it’s true.

My favorite bisexual moment is licking a pussy while a guy is plowing your butt with his cock.  It’s purely bisexual.  It even underscores its bisexuality because that particular situation can be enjoyed equally by a man or a woman.  You can stick either one in the equation and nothing changes.

A friend once told me, “I don’t trust bisexuals because they are confused.  They don’t know what they want.”

Again, bullshit.  I know exactly what I want.  One from column A and one from column B, thank you.  I order Chnese food that way all the time.  What is so hard to figure out about it?

Here’s something else I’ve heard:  “The sexual perversion I understand the least is bisexuality.”

Well, the sexual perversion I understand the least is celibacy (followed closely by people who fetishize vomit, but never mind).  Still, if you choose to be celibate, that’s your business.  I’m not going to deny you exist.  I’m not going to say “show me a so-called ‘celibate’ and I’ll show you a closet whore”.  I understand that is a legitimate option for folks.

In my book, I have explored my sexual relationships with men and women.  If you read it, I think you’ll agree:  “bisexual” isn’t something we made up to cover up our gayness.  Bisexual is the real thing.

Hey, All:

I never thought I’d picture myself writing a book, but here it is.   I hope you dig reading it.

I’m going to try to write some comments and post things from time to time.  I’m also going to open this up for questions.  I prefer this be a discussion rather than my own self just rattling on.

Since moving to Colorado, the whole swinging scene has been different, in a way.  When I look online for sex, I see maybe one-fifth as many ads as I saw in the Seattle area, and the swinger stuff is just about non-existent.

You just have to know where to look.  I don’t think the sex scene is dead here.  I just think dudes don’t advertise as much.  There are still bars and cruising spots.  As for the swinging and S/M clubs, you just have to keep your eyes and ears open.

One of the gold mines I have discovered is casual labor.  Those guys that hang out in front of the big hardware stores will do a lot more than grout your tub if you ask them.

Read the book.  Drop me a line.  Let’s get the party started.

Fanny Press proudly announces the release of Listing: Casual Encounters.  Listing is the memoir of a man who contacts people online and meets them for sex.  His anonymous encounters are mostly with other men, but they also involve both women and couples.  His narratives are definitely hot, and their quantity and variety will impress just about anyone.  The adventures described here range from the touching to the bizarre.  If you have ever wondered what your life would be life if you had no fear to inhibit your desire, you need to read this book.  Vasey’s exploits are truly hard-boiled.

Vasey tells his tales plainly: no fantasy, no exaggeration or idealization, and none of the false heroics you expect from porno.  Unlike most people, he simply does what he pleases.  Most of the stories in the book were written, with journalistic detail and clarity, within 24 hours of the encounter.

Contents:

Editorial Note
How it All Started
Dawn
Ray
Larry and Sharry
Glen
Yes, Mommy!
Ron
Tom and Karen
NASCAR Boy
Jill and Jane
Truck Stop
Do My Back?
The Last