Montreal Mounting

...as opposed to the former "Brazilian Boning". Since I'll be leaving my job, I thought I'd take some time off and see my friend, Kev-bo in Montreal. Plus I had been looking into the costs of some elective plastic surgery out there, but thanks to the EXTREMELY weak dollar, it really isn't worth it. But it will definitely be fun to see Kev-bo and catch up. I should be leaving this Sunday (it's a free frequent-flyer ticket). Can't wait!

Saturday Night barely alive

Saturday night, I got another call from Boybitch asking if I was free. I had plans, but told him I'd see what I could do to arrange them, which I did, and later picked him up at the BART station again to take him back to my place. He immediately hopped in the shower this time (which was good, because I didn't want a sloppy bottom in my bed this time). After he came out, we immediately started fucking...HARD. Like I mentioned before, Boybitch likes it rough, including getting spanked hard, which I was very happy to accomodate. But of course, once again, he didn't let me sleep at all that night. Yes, I should have learned my lesson, and I think I finally did. I fucked him 3 different times that night, due to the fact that the boy just would NOT let me freakin' SLEEP.

Later that eve I had to catch up on some work, which included writing a very tactful letter of resignation from my present job. When I spoke to my current boss this morning, she was very calm about it (she's really a nice person deep down, I never had any issues with her). So, I'm now on my way to a new job.

New Job...Old Bones

Today was pretty memorable. I got ONE of the jobs I was applying for. I should be really enthusiastic about it as they are offering me the most money I've ever made at a job. And the reality is I would be had I not been approached by company two mid-way during this process (so, now THIS is the job I'm really interested in). My current crappy job has been keeping me up late and waking me up early as I have daily 6:00am meetings with self-centered East Coasters who think the world revolves around their timezone. So, maybe my lack of enthusiasm also has to do with a bit of sleep deprivation.

As I was iddling the time away today between tedious phone conferences and my ultimate interview with the company I got hired by, I got a hit on an online profile from someone who said he knew me and that I should give him a call. Sure enough, it was a former fuck buddy of mine from 6 years back who I had unintentionally lost touch with when I moved to the UK in 2001. He's a white guy, late 20's, very good looking former Navy (now a nurse, like so many gay Navy guys) so I'm gonna call him Squid. After we talked for awhile, it didn't take long for him to suggest coming over in person to "catch up", which he did. And we had a very long and hard catch-up fuck. He looks pretty much the same as he did 6 years ago, just more mature. And still has the same rock-hard muscular white ass of his. I totally wrecked that today. He was thoroughly impressed too, and he called me 1/2 later from the road to tell me how much he enjoyed it. The fact is, he has been in a "relationship" (yup, one of those) with the same guy ever since he got out of the Navy, and ever since I've known him I've been "the other man". Fine by me, actually. As long as I can tap that ass once or twice a week, i'm fine with picking up where we left off.

Slight of Hand

This last week I've been pretty busy with work. And as some of my friends know, also looking for a new job (I've got two lined up...one I'm really gunnin' for). Add to that, I put an offer on another house, which was a very unpleasant experience due to the fact that I had to deal with a sleazy realtor and a very greedy seller who has his mind set on an unreasonable expectation of what his home is worth. If some rich Arab buys it for that price, then more power to him. I personally know what it's worth and got tired of being dicked around because he thinks he can hold out for more. Over the weekend I hooked up with 4 guys; 2 semi-regulars and 2 "new" guys. One of the two was a nice looking Asian dude; lean-muscular body, masculine looking face and cool personality. He lives in Palo Alto and works at a supermarket as a manager which is SO much better than a hair-dresser from SF. The next day, I hooked up with another guy who was a flight attendant from Mexico City. He was a GREAT fuck. I had so much fun inside him, and he took it like a champ. But somewhere during my day on Sunday, my wallet got picked. Luckily, whoever did it just took the money, and not my credit cards. Could it have been the Mexican flight attendant? Could it have been someone at my gym? Could it have been another quick hook-up early in the day? I dunno. But it was a wake-up call for me to be more vigilant about those things. In 2000 I got my wallet stolen 3 times that year, and in really stupid circumstances. Looking back, I was really in a bad place, and didn't want to be in the US, or at my job, or in that situation. So, the side-effect was risky and negligent behavior, resulting in me just not paying attention to details.Today twink came over again. I don't know what it was, but I had a great time with him this time. I think I just had it in my mind that I was going to use his ass and just not worry about any reciprocation or even if he was enjoying it. And it worked. He loved it.