A cum rug?

"Theon, please, let me come over and shoot cum on your face. If you insist, I will shoot on your beautiful cunt."

This terrific cock (the right one) fucked me for over an hour in all possible positions (Doggie, on my stomach, riding him, riding him backward, on my side, legs on his shoulders and standing).

This frame from the video was during the last part when he fucked me while I was standing and holding my bed frame.

He pulled his cock out of my wide open ass because he wanted to see his cum shooting over my body.

But it does not belong to the guy who sent me the above message.

More about this odd request below.

First, I wanted to wish my American followers a "Happy Thanksgiving." I know Thanksgiving means that it is the start of the Holiday Season. A time to reunite with family and friends.

I love the holiday season in Israel.

We have two major holiday seasons.

Our calendar is lunar, so it does not have the same months as yours. Roughly speaking, though, the first holiday season is New Years, which is around September. This holiday season lasts for a month. We celebrate four significant holidays during this time.

The second holiday season starts around April, and it lasts for 50 days.

I got a lovely message from one of my followers yesterday:

"It's Thanksgiving Day here. Today we are supposed to give thanks for things in our lives. I give thanks today that I met you! Not often do I meet such a sweet, sincere, honest, and sexy man!"

He warmed my heart (and my balls).

He also reminded me that I also need to say thanks for things in my life.

Of course, to all my followers of my blog. Most of my followers are quiet, which works just great. I can't see myself answering hundreds of messages every day.

But I have met some beautiful people by having my blog, and this entire experience is incredible. So thank you, my followers, of all types, for your support, messages, and feedback.

It means a lot to me.

But there is more.

Most of you know that a little bit over a year ago, I suffered neurological damage to the right side of my brain. I don't want to go into the details. You can read more about it here:


One outcome is that I can no longer fly.

But am I bitter about it?


I was kidding.

Absolutely not!

Not being able to fly has made me start appreciating the beautiful Bible land that is only a few minutes of driving from my home.

I live very close to the areas our army liberated during the six-day war in 1967. Those areas are the birthplace of the Jewish nation and where most of the stories of the Bible took place. However, you can't hike there alone because there is a risk that a Muslim will murder you.

Because of that, except for specific areas in the desert of Judea, I had never hiked there.

Two months ago, Dor, my best friend and a new hiking companion, suggested that we should start hiking there.

"You, of all people," he told me, "A Zionist, nationalist, patriot, and a hiker, how can it be that you don't hike there?"

It made me think.

I can no longer go abroad.

While these areas are part of Israel, the fact that I have never hiked there will be like traveling abroad. Except I will not have to go through security and eat the dreadful food you get on a plane.

I took his challenge.

I got in touch with two field schools and subscribed to several hikes. You go with a group, and some of the guys carry rifles in case Muslims will try to murder us.

Our first hike was from Jerusalem to Jericho. It was a whole day, from 6 AM to 7:30 PM. I wrote a bit about it here:


It was the best hike of my life.

A week after, Dor and I, came back to that area. We spent the night at a romantic B&B, and we ended up fucking for the first time after more than five years. Fingering my love hole with his cum has driven me insane with desire.

I wrote about that here:


Yesterday was our third hike together.

I will write more about this fantastic hike. Here is a photo of me about to enter a Jewish burial cave from 2000 years ago. It was part of an elaborate necropolis (city of the dead).

I think my facial expression says how happy I am.

In this photo, you can appreciate the outer view of the burial chamber:

It was much more impressive until not too long ago. There where columns and frescos. The local Muslims destroyed it.

In any case, I wanted to say that I am thankful for everything that I have in my life. The day when the neurological damage happened was the worst day of my life.

My mom gave me:

  • a week to cry,

  • a week to be depressed,

  • and then a week to be sad.

I owe her a lot for that.

There is so much in life to be thankful for — so many positive things to look at.

Every morning that I wake up, healthy and with my cock hard, I am thankful.

Yes, I have lost so much, but there is so much more in my life to be thankful for.

I am thankful for my friends, my family, my work, my health (yes, even what happened to me, it could have been so much worse) and more.

What about the guy who begged me to let him cum on my face?

He moved with his wife and three kids to my neighborhood two months ago. They live about half a mile from my apartment. He started talking with me om Grindr soon after, and today was the first time I talked with him on Skype (with cam).

It was brief because he was afraid his wife would catch him looking at my ass.

How did he look like?

He's hot!

He has a big, thick cock, hairy body, and shaved head. For a man in his mid 40's, he looks terrific.

He gave my ass and my body tons of compliments. He was drooling over my hole ("cunt" was the word that he used). He said he can make up an excuse and come over for an hour.

So why am I writing this post now instead of having his cum leaking out of my love hole?

Because not only he was afraid to fuck me (of course with a condom). He also did not want me to blow his cock or lick his balls. He said that in the future maybe he will let me blow his cock while he is wearing a condom.

But why???

Because he was afraid to catch a disease from me.

The fact that he knows I'm on prep and that guys bareback fuck me, as David did in this photo, has made him even more nervous.

When he heard that I love cum shots in my ass, I could tell that his view of me was like the bringer of the plague.

If he did not want to fuck me or let me blow him or lick his balls, or even press his cock to my ass (I did not ask, but I am sure kissing is also not an option), then what's left?

"I want to come over, wank, and shoot my load all over your face."

In other words, he wants me to be his cum rug.

Soooooo not going to happen.

"look," I told him, "I love it when a guy shoots his hot cum in my ass, but I also enjoy a powerful cum shower on my face, my hole, or anywhere on my body. But (!), only as part of complete lovemaking: Kissing, touching, blowjobs, fingering my smooth hole and licking it, getting fucked and more. Not just a cum shower.

In any case, I prefer your cum if not in my hole then on my hole and not my face."

There was a long silence.

"Can I come over, watch someone fucking you, and shoot my load on your face while he shoots his cum in your ass?

I was expecting this question.

"lol, no, if there is a cock in the room while I am naked I expect it to be in my ass or my mouth."

There was another long silence.

"Theon, please, let me come over and shoot cum on your face. If you insist, I will shoot on your beautiful cunt."

I will have to be super horny and stoned out of my mind to agree to that. Not saying that it is not going to happen, but only half of this sentence is true right now.

It's a shame that he was not willing to fuck me. I started leaking cum the second I saw his amazing hard cock and all that pubic hair around it.

But what about the photo of the huge cock which is 15 seconds away from shooting a river of cum on me?

This story will have to wait for another blog post.


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-nov2019 -2019