Tuesday, July 10, 2018

First Erotic Fantasy!

My first conscious erotic fantasies about my own gender happened because of basketball. When playing for a youth basketball team at my local recreation center, I began paying attention to older guys playing the game. That was when I first remember noticing men's hairy armpits. As I was only about 9 or 10 years old, I recall being fascinated by them - no two men's underarm fur was identical. They varied from sparse, such as Steph Curry's above to downright thick and bushy. This probably explains why basketball is one of my all time favorite sports to this very day! Note: Yes! I still find men's hairy armpits an erotic attraction! 

At the time I began playing recreation-league youth basketball, I had no idea of what gay or same gender love was all about. What I did indeed know was that I was fascinated by the sight of men's hairy armpits. I could, and did, stare at them without shame. What I really wanted to do was to caress or to stroke them "up close and personal."

 
I honestly believe that this pre-adolescent obsession with men's hairy armpits is what inspired me in basketball. I have never outgrown it and even today whenever I am walking down the sidewalk and I notice another man walking towards me wearing a sleeveless or "wife-beater" shirt, I'll try my best to position myself so as to get an unobstructed view of his underarm fur.

That's just me being me and it's how I roll. Some guys "check out" the penis (cock, dick). Me? I look for the armpit hair. We all have our fetishes and our preferences. This is part of what makes each one of us unique.





I once went out on a date (only one date, no follow up) with a dude and when we got back to my place after our dinner and drinks. we began getting serious on my couch. You know the routine, one thing led to another and soon the shoes and shirts come off. Now, the proverbial moment of truth!

I broke off from our kissing "lip-lock" and moved my mouth down to his nipple and began tonguing it and enjoying his taste. Subtly, I raised one of his arms up and looked into his armpit. No hair! The guy shaves all his body hair.

Sorry, I'm just not into a man who looks like a plucked chicken. I am a man who has sex with other men. I want a man who acts and looks like a man. That package includes body hair, at the very least, his pubic hair and his armpit hair!

Peace Out!

Rashad

Friday, July 6, 2018

What's A Title?

Sometimes, I become very frustrated when asked to commit to a name or a title. How do I know the name or the title that I select will convey the same message to the person reading? I understand that clarity is essential, but does clarity to someone of my race/ethnicity, age, culture and life experience translate completely and identically to someone not of the same race/ethnicity, age. culture and life experience? Are any two people fully able to be so in touch with one another that they understand and think alike all the time.

I think not on all the accounts offered above. That is the reason/source of my frustration.

The title of this blog, From Top 2 Bottom Blog, is what this blog represents to me, a sharing of some of my real experiences as a same gender loving man as well as some of my fantasy desires in navigating my journey from being an exclusive sexual top (in gay relationships, the man who penetrates - with his erect penis - another man during sexual encounters) to becoming a man who is now (today) a versatile bottom (again in gay relationships, the man who is penetrated - fucked - in his buttocks by a top).

Yes, that's the man that I am today. A versatile bottom in the same gender loving hierarchy. I prefer being the bottom man to being a top for two primary reasons. First, I honestly enjoy the feeling of having a man thrust himself inside me. It is very physically and sexually satisfying to me. Second, I am what some may consider a "controlling" man and in being in the bottom role during our fucking (making love), I can have the determination as to how fast, furious and hard the fucking proceeds. It is, after all, my ass (buttocks) being used as the playground/battleground here. 

No, that isn't my photo in the image in this posting here. It is, however, an image of a very nice ass to illustrate this article.

Peace out!
Rashad