Met Eric at Your Inner Vagabond. It was Thursday the 8th. Just before the Pittsburgh Gay Pagan Men’s meeting. We had met on line in this site, Pagan Men for Men. He was coming from Washington DC, Maryland to be exact.
Otter Dave, Kyr, Adyr, Free Eagle and I wear seated drink our flavorful beverages. I was drinking a chi tea. Eric walked in out of the cold snowy night. A smallish bear of a figure. He greeted everyone. We chatted awhile. later Acer and Jimothy joined us.
Dave Otter had bought two trays of three dip-type like dishes served with corn chips & pita triangles. Most of the group had plans for evening. Free Eagle stood to leave but meandered in conversation for a while longer. Kyr & Adyr then left first. I stepped out with them to say something to him in private. Then Free Eagle. Dave was paying off his bill. So I asked Eric if he was ready to go as I had offer him to sleep over so he’d not have to get a room for the night. He said yes. I dressed in my coat, hat and wrap. Shortly after he joined me in the winter night walking to his car. It was worse for the rear having traveled down the turnpike here with all the salt and ash on the roads.
He used his gps to get the directions to my place from Lawrenceville in south Oakland. Making a few adjustments for wrong turns in due time we were at my place. He had eaten a full meal since 11 a.m. and it was around 9. So we parked and walked to the near by turkish restaurant. I ordered for him while he was going to the bathroom. He had a doner sandwich tomato salad called eza and a Turkish spinach pie. I had two slices of the spinach pie and we chatter with the wonderful owners. I had explained that I had Christian staying in my bed room for a while. But that everything was cool. As we walked home I was enjoying my pipe and he his cigarettes.
We finished our smokes as we enter the apartment building. I had promised him a shiatsu massage. He undressed & stowed his kits as I made ready the mat. He seemed to enjoy the massage in more ways than one. His dick was hard and throbbing. Afterward I asked if he like a blow job. He said oh yes. In no time I done on it like it was sugar tit & I was a nursing baby. He pulled up his legs, first the left then the right bent at the knees. I kissed him depositing some of his cum in his mouth.
As promised he read my tarot cards: the fool, the hierophant crossed by the sun, star and moon on either side & the devil above and the tower below. We continued chatting, smoked as well as get better acquainted. Around midnight we lied down on the day bed to cuddle. In spoon fashion with my back to his front... He did a wrap around and jerking motion on my stiffening dick. His cock hardened in my hand as it rubbed against my ass hole. I whispered. You know what I want. In moments he was in me. FUCKING! Face to face with my legs over his shoulders, he fucked me. Slowly and awkwardly at first but the rhythm improved. Stroke by stroke, he was in me. I jacked off while he slammed his meat into my wet wanton hole. I came, quietly. Shuddering… Still hard he fucked me slowly as I told him I was rather sure I could cum again. Soon we was fucking me deeper and deeper. Despite me desire to be hushed. This time I came in fountainous fashion… yelling, by all that’s holy I am cumming, cumming! We kissed deeply. Took a shower together scrubbing each other up. My cock got hard again as he soaped it & then he fingered my ass hole with my back to him my face and chest pressed against the cold ceramic tile. I came again! Shooting on the ivory tiled wall. We dried off our selves afterwards.
Walked into the living room. He set up his c-pap machine. Turned it on. I turned out the light then I walked over to my massage mat and went to sleep. I pulled the Mexican blanket. Put my lavender scented pillow over my eyes tied with a yellow bandanna.
In the morning the alarm went off. I made coffee we chatted some then left after hugging and kissing again.

the owner of the turkish restaurant ask to have his place mentioned here...
www.YourInnerVagabond.com/, 4130 Butler Street @ 42nd, Pittsburgh, PA 15201, 412-683-1623]
Written by Cameron Ulisix Booth, tartan guy

My Sigiled Pan!

He had a sigil tattooed on the back of his hand, I noticed as he reached his had out to greet me. “I am Leif,“ he said.
“I am Cameron,” I said intrigued.
He flashed a big pearly white smile as his eye scanned down to my crotch. Then he looked me back in the eyes and in sexy fashion he licked his lips and winked unashamedly. I got an instant boner. I brushed a rosy red.
“Nice sigil!” I said trying to take my mind of the stiff rod in my slacks.
“I’ve got four of them on the back of my hands and top of my feet.”
“I take it that you are a pagan?”
“Yes, an Alexandrian Magician.”
“Well, I am an ordained Hermetic Philosopher.”
We got lost in our conversation as we seated our selves at the small coffee shop table. We had decided that we were both early for the Gay Pagan Men of Pittsburgh meeting. We chatted about the SCA, when we had both moved here from out of state and how we had grown to love the city. He was 34 and I, 54 years old.
Shortly other men joined us. More introductions... More conversations… we drank coffees and teas and dinned on the Vagabond menue. In due time the meeting was over. He had promised to give me a ride home. We had met on line and I had promised him a massage after the meeting.
As I got into his brother’s hybrid car. I had trouble fastening the seat belt. Soon I found his hands on mine.
They burned in the cold of the January night. His right hand slipped down to my crotch then on my left thigh. As he started the engine. In no time we were at my apartment and entering the door. He set down his kit on the floor then I helped him out of his coat and as I was arranging my massage mat he undressed with his back to me. He was rearing both briefs and a jock strap. When he turned around I thought that I’d pass out by the size of his hardening cock. At least a foot long and THICK!
“Lie, lie, lie down face down on the mat…” I stuttered, motioning to the living room floor.
He obliged. I massaged his back then his legs up to his buttocks. He squirmed under my hands as I manipulated his ass cheeks. Soon he was raising his pelvis as if asking for anal probing. So I did what came natural… I lubed my fingers and slid one then another in his tight wanton ass. When he was really primed. I suggested that he turn over to continue the massage. His cock looked even bigger that I had first thought. I massage his left hand, forearm and upper arm. Then crossed over him to do the right, his chest and abs. When that was finished I started on his feet, calves and thighs. It left his cock for my attention. I could take more than a third of it down to the back of my throat. He squirmed and begged me to play with his ass. As soon as I had three fingers up his ass, he begged me to fuck him.
I put on a condom filled him, filling his request. His ass was tight hot and wet… just made for fucking! With his legs over my shoulders I impelled him deeper and deeper. Just as it was getting to be too much for my cock I asked him to get on all fours. I fucked him and did a reach around. Jerking on his big cock as his nuts tightened him and I was about to cum. I pulled up his back to my chest and kissed him deeply as we both shot hot wads of thick white jizz. As my softening cock slid out of his ass he said “Merry meet!” I chimed in “Merry part,” and together “Merry meet again.” I bit deeply at his neck near the shoulder, he shook in a chilled way as goose bumps formed on his body. We then fell on the mat spent and content. He reached for a sheet of paper I had printed some days ago of The Circle Binder’s Oath. We read it in concert: “One tree, many branches. One light, many flames. One sword, many hands. One mystery, many names. Strong, the movement unified. Powerful, the people joined. Glorious, the one great tribe. Single heart, plural mind. And so I swear before the Goddess, and Before the God I will walk with (each of ) you in friendship. Starting here starting now!” then kissed again wet deep and passionately.
I got up and brought us back two glasses of green tea. We moved to the day bed that I use as a sofa and cuddle wrapped in a Mexican blanket that I’ve had at least as long his he was old. He asked if I had other such things to read and I handed him a copy of the “Golden Verses of Pythagoras,” by the time we had finished he was hard again and he played with my woody. Soon we were fucking again.
It was apparent that he loved poetic words. So I quoted the Hymn to Pan by A. Crowley as I fucked him again. As I slid in “thrill with lissome lust of light, oh man! My man! Come careening out of the night of Pan! Io Pan… as my tempo increased my words became more thready and whisper like… in the moon of the woods, on marbled mount, the dimpled dawn of amber fount… devil or god to me to me, my man! My man… Thrust the sword through galling fetter, all-devouring, all begetter; give me the sign of the Open Eye, and take the erect of thorny thigh… I am thy mate I am thy man… in the might of Pan. Io Pan! Io Pan, Pan! Pan! Io Pan! We shot in steamy loads. And decided to call it a night. He would fall asleep in my arms, my god, my man… Io, Io Pan, Pan!