Life Events...

It's been a couple weeks since I've been able to post here, and mostly because I've had those major life events going on: 1. I left my mediocre job on the same day that 2) I started my new job (which I love 3) I I moved from my old house into my new one (that's a story) and 4) I put my old house on the market, and this is giving me nothing but grief...but manageable grief.

So, my quick moving story is this: 4 friends of mine had offered to help me move, which would have been more than enough. I got all my "ducks in a row" and got the cable guy for the new place, the rug guys for my old place, the rental truck etc all set up for the move. The day before, I got a call from my friend (soon-to-be former friend) "Ox", as in "strong as an). Ox is a very big/buffed guy from Nicaragua, who has a very laid-back and low-key demeanor (he'll fall asleep on you in mid-sentence if you're in a car together). But for the most part a good guy and reliable (he came to visit me in the UK when I was living there a few years back). Ox said, "what time do you need me there tomorrow?" Since Ox lives in SF and doesn't have a car, I told him another friend of mine would be passing thru SF to pick him up and that I'd take him home that eve. He said, "Cool. then we can finish moving stuff from my place to my Mom's house." I was kinda caught off guard and asked, "How big is the stuff and how much?" "Just a couple of big things and a few small boxes. We could do it in one trip" he replied. "That's fine, but they'd need to fit in my car, cuz I only have the truck for the afternoon until 5pm" I said. Ox got very quiet and then said, "Ah. OK. I'll work it out. I'm going to get on the train now so I'll call you later." then he hung up. I started to think that maybe I could try to extend the truck rental, but then I remembered they also charge .99 cents a mile, which would mean an extra $80 for me to take it up to SF and back. Then I remembered there is another truck rental place up there, so I made a reservation for the next day in the eve and thought that would take care of the problem.

Next day comes around and of course my first friend Houston was late out of bed, but said he'd still be coming over and would call me as he was getting near SF to pick up Ox. Meanwhile, the 2 other friends came up with very good excuses on why they couldn't come and help today, but assured me they were very sorry about it. I called Ox to let him know Houston was on his way, and got his Voicemail so I left a message for him to call me. Next call I got was an hour later from Houston telling me he was close to SF but neither of us had heard back from Ox. I called again,a nd got voicemail. The third time I called and got voicemail, I just mentally adjusted all my plans to the fact that Ox had flaked. Which meant I had to cancel the truck in SF I had rented for him (luckly they didn't charge me). Houston arrived and we spent the entire day/eve moving. Houston is a great guy, and a great friend. I wish it were in me to be the boyfriend he wants, but it just can't and won't happen. Around 10 pm that night I finally got a call from Ox, which I was too pissed off to take, so this time he left a voicemail saying, "Hey, I'm so sorry. I thought the move was tomorrow. I was called into work today and left my cell at home. I'm really sorry and hope I can make it up to you." Ox is another guy who wishes I was his boyfriend. I've helped him out on a couple occasions, and haven't always been warm and friendly with him sometimes specifically when he gets too mushy and clingy with me. But I really never expected him to flake like that. I'm kind of still debating on whether this was grounds to end our 6-year friendship. More on that later.

When I got up the next morning I felt like a train had hit me. I was sore ALL OVER MY FREAKIN' BODY. Sex that week was definitely out of the question, which was actually timely since I had relatives over the entire week for a round of "well-wishing" and constant suggestions (nagging) on how to fix up my new place. By the time the next weekend rolled around, I was definitely feeling randy, which was good since Boy-bitch had been bugging me to come over. Although I needed my rest, I also needed to get laid...BAD. So, I picked his drunken ass up from the BART station and we spent the night/morning fucking. Although in fairness, he did let me sleep more than he's ever done this time. And he let me take a couple photos: the first is when he was waiting for it,


the second is after his hole has been thoroughly fucked.


I'm hoping next week things will slow down enough for me to catch my breath, and that my place will sell so I can get that monkey off my back.

Moment of Weakness

Not trying to sound like a whiney little bitch here, but I've definitely had my share of disappointment and been dealt more than enough bad hands in life. Add to this the fact that I was raised under the constant vigilance against the evil eye. For anyone who doesn't know what that means, it essentially creates an atmosphere where no one accepts compliments, celebrates good fortune or shows any pride in accomplishment due to the fact that the "evil eye" (see: someone who is jealous of you) might try and take it all away from you. "The tallest stalk is the first cut." A friend of mine who was also raised in this culture was talking about this to me the other day, and she made the observation that both of us a) have great difficulty accepting when something good happens b) accepting that we actually deserve good things to happen and c) always tend to prepare for and expect the worst, regardless of the slightness of the possibility it will actually happen. I think she's right about most of it. Although I tend to gauge my expectation/preparation for the worst based on probability. Although sometimes I don't have enough information to determine the actual statistical probability, so I tend to bump it up to be "on the safe side".

But the fact is, my loan for the new house went through, I found enough money to cover the closing costs, I'm at a job that I could stay at if I wanted (but I don't) and have something better lined up for the end of the month. The market is good so I shouldn't have too much problems selling my current home to recoup my costs from the new home. So, although my friends, family and associated well-wishers will most likely not evere hear me say this; life is very good right now. And regardless of the probabilities that my new home won't sell, I lose both jobs, I get struck by a meteorite or get AIDS and/or herpes from some random hook-up, I am going to enjoy this "good season" and try and make it last as long as possible.

Jethro called me again yesterday, and maybe because of my current subdued euphoria, I actually enjoyed hearing from him and entertained the thought of seeing him again. Plus, he spent a good 4 minutes actually talking to me on the phone, which is odd because I didn't think his vocabulary would last past the 3 minutes /20 second mark. So, I decided I would see him today. I made the drive up to his place in SF and he opened the door to me in a wifebeater and boxers. Nice. But he got just a little chunky since the last time I saw him (about 6 months ago now that I think of it). He still had a dopey expression, but he was very happy to see me and didn't use any annoying catch-phrases. Within about 5 minutes, we were kind of pushing each other around, which turned into wrestling which then turned into me forcing hm to bend over on his bed so I could take down his boxers and work on his hole with my tongue. His ass was still nice, but he had definitely stopped working out or something. It wasn't "bounce a quarter off it" firm like it was before. Not complaining...just an observation. And soon, he gave it up for me, and I was pounding his boy-pussy like crazy. One thing I definitely liked about Jethro, was the playfullness of when we have sex. I like the macho man-handling at the begining, but during sex while I'm pounding him, a lot of times he will intentionally push me out if I'm on top of him, or step away if I'm doing him from behind, then make me stop to ask (or beg) for more. And he always lets me back in. It's just a control thing he does, which I find really hot. And this time, he was actually making a connection with me. It used to be all about him, but this time he was really trying to accommodate me. And when I we were done, of course he did his patented strut around the appartment, saying how good that felt, and how my dick was perfect for his ass, and how he needed to get fucked so bad and that "did it". I know I said I woulnd't be seeing Jethro again, but I'm glad I did. And this wasn't really one of those moment of weakness fucks either, cuz like I said earlier, I'm feeling VERY good now. So, we'll see. I don't expect anything long-term or deeper than an occasional fuck with Jethro. But this last time was definitely a good experience.

Back to reality, the rest of this weekend will be spent getting my place up to spec (painting, upgrading, replacing stuff etc) so that I can put it on the market next week. Definitely going to be a full agenda these coming weeks. But I'm ready for it. And still got the evil eye in my peripheral vision.

Final Fucking-ly!!!

Today I finally got the job offer (in writing) from Job #2, and I am SO relieved! Since the acquisition of my present company on Monday, the atmosphere around here has really been like that of a 14-year-old girl: major highs and lows with dramatic outbursts thrown in for good measure. The management has been doing its best to keep reassuring everyone how great things are going to be etc, but you can see their new sports-cars in their eyes when they talk, so you just know their thinking about how great it's going to be FOR THEM. As for me, I am officially TAPPED as far as my savings/stocks/piggy-bank is concerned, since I have to come up with a huge sum to close on my house purchase by this coming Wednesday, which means I'm not going to take much time off from when this job ends and my next one begins (I start on the 30th). Most likely I'll announce I'm planning on leaving the week after next, as my boss will most likely want me to leave the same day I announce it. If it's one thing I have learned these past 10 years is that no matter how well you get along with your employees and managers, corporations are just that, and they're always looking out for their own good, and couldn't care less about the individual when it comes down to it.

The trick this coming week will be to be as inconspicuously unproductive as possible; not creating waves, not speaking up, but at the same time not drawing attention by absence or silence. The people around me know I'm in the process of moving, so I kind of have a built-in excuse. I'll also throw in a Dental visit and maybe a couple of other reasons to keep me out of the office.

As far as boning, this week has gone by pretty quickly...too quickly to focus on the long ranger. I'll definitely make up for that over the weekend.

The Perfect Storm of Stress

sIt's been a couple weeks since I've posted, since too much has been going on. I've been way stressed out from a) starting a new job b) trying to wrap up the job offer from the job I REALLY want and c) buying a new house (which means dealing with idiot loan agents, slimey realtors and whiney sellers). One of these events alone is stressful enough, but together they have been creating a perfect storm of stress. My new job has been OK...nothing really to write home about. A lot better pay than the last, but still, not much going on that stimulates me. Even still, 1 week after I started, it suddenly got acquired by a very well-known "dynamic" company, and now the mood is very jubilant (I'm feigning jubilation, but my heart is just not in it, since I'm really not vested). One good thing about the job is that since I'm literally surrounded by Indians, I asked one of my co-workers about the song I posted here, and his response was "But of course I know it! It was one of the top Bollywood movies back in 2000" (it's a lot more authentic if you imagine that last sentence in a strong Indian accent like Apu from the Simpsons).

I haven't been boning as much as I'd like (pshhh, when HAVE I ever gotten as much as I'd "like"). But I have been hooking up with this guy at the gym recently. He's a very buffed light-skinned buy from Venezuela (looks like a lighter Matt Leblanc). Unfortunately, he's one of those danger monkeys who only likes to have sex in the gym as kind of a fetish, due to all the sweaty jocks around and the high risk he might actually get caught. Still, I managed to pound his ass twice in the showers (although with everyone coming and going, I can never seem to manage to get a full minute of fucking before I have to pull out and wait for whoever it is to walk past, towel off, leave etc). He does have a great body, nice ass and he's very jockish and masculine, so I'll definitely hit it again if I get the chance, even though it is pretty tedious doing it in the showers at the gym. Not really a quality fuck, but I guess it makes up for it in ambience.

So, hopefully this week I will FINALLY hear back from job option 2, and I can end this long drawn out process. I figure even though I've only been at my present job for 2 weeks, because it is just getting aquired, I have the perfect excuse, so I don't think there will be severely hard feelings. Next week will be hectic as I'll be moving to my new house and trying to get this one fixed up and ready to be sold. Does the fun ever stop????

More Montreal Mounting

I'm just back from Montreal, which was a BLAST. First, it was great to see Kev-bo in his new "native habitat": SWEET job in a very swank building, active social life, great athletic shape (he's been using a trainer) and NICE house...with the sole exception that it currently comes with a geeky born-again Singaporean room-mate who has been causing him a bit o' drama of late. I caught a bit of it when I arrived; he was very nice to me and introduced me to his "auntie" who had also just arrived for a visit. While we chatted for a bit, Kev-bo arrived and almost immediately we were cornered and asked if the two of us were still planning to head to Quebec City the next day, and if so, would we mind if Auntie joined us. She was right there, so how could we say no. While I had a GREAT time in Quebec City the next day (my first time there, and very impressive), I found myself thinking how the last thing I would have expected on this trip was to be sight seeing with a middle-aged Chinese woman. She was definitely nice and sweet though, but her presence put a definite damper on our behavior and conversation topics (middle-aged Chinese women are on par with kittens to me as far as wood-kill is concerned).

When we got back to Montreal, I made up for my good-behavior that night. Kev-bo told me about Park Maisoneuve, which purportedly had a great cruising area. It wasn't all that, but I did finally end up fucking some young Mexican kid there which was pretty nice. The next day while Kev-bo was at work, I met up with a VERY nice Canadian kid; tall, lanky, dark complected and GREAT ass. He let me fuck him on and off for a couple hours until I finally got 2 loads off. The heat was stiffling the entire trip, which kinda affected my performance. But I managed to get up enough energy to meet Kev-bo at the gym he goes to (la Cite) where we both worked out separately (as I said, he has a trainer now). From there, I took him to a restaurant which was good, but very spicey, which as he pointed out repeatedly gave him constant gas, causing him to unintentionally "hot-box" his boss when she paid him a surprise visit in his office the next day.

The heat was increasingly unbearable, and Kev-bo had resolved to buy an air-conditioner after he got home from work. So, I spent the day sight-seeing and hooking up with a 20-something lanky Haitian dude (I also got 2 rounds in him, dispite the heat). Unfortunately I also got into a minor accident with a gay middle-aged taxi driver with dyed blond hair who hit me as he careened into my lane. My rental car suffered only a couple scratches, but his was noticeably damaged. Serves him right for driving like an idiot. When Kev-bo got home, we ended up going to Costco to buy the air-conditioner. But unfortunately, not only did they not have one in stock, but the employees were absolutely unhelpful as far as even ordering one or any other options, so we left empty-handed for dinner. That night was pretty spectacular as there was a fire-works show going on which we were able to watch from the vantage point of a roof-top bar. After that, we went to a boy-stripper bar to watch young Quebecois gyrate and masturbate themselves on stage. This particular club seemed to draw the oldest, fattest most drunken patrons, which these strippers seemed to be drawn to like Paris Hilton to a ho-contest. None of them gave either Kev-bo or me the slightest attention. Oh, well. They're loss, since I was actually prepared to even pay for a fuck with one of them (I've only paid for sex one time in my life...and it was in Montreal).

When Kev-bo and I decided to call it a night, we were greeted by a TORRENTIAL rain storm outside. Kev-bo called a taxi to take us back to where I had parked my rental car. Unfortunately, in my haste to exit the taxi to rev-up my car so we could make a hasty getaway in the rain, the spare set of keys Kev-bo had given me slipped out of my pocket and down a manhole (I distinctively heard the "klink"). Dispite being sure they keys were gone forever, I looked around for a good 10 minutes in the pouring rain just to make sure. And they were gone...just gone. That kinda bummed me out cuz I hate losing or damaging things that aren't mine.

That night the rain had brought an INCREDIBLE relief to the heat..just in time for me to leave the next morning. All in all, dispite the heat, it was a great trip. Got to see my friend, socialize, bone down...good company, good food and good times all around. Now...on to the next chapter of my existence.