Too Lazy to Travel

As this is Memorial Day weekend, everyone has been asking me either to tag-along or what my plans are otherwise. Since I've been back from Europe, although I've had tons of domestic chores and bureaucratic bullshit to deal with, I am still very much in relaxation mode and not really eager to travel. Plus, I had a VERY bad experience coming back from Europe (not like geese flying into the engines or Habib's ticking turbin bad, just lost luggage, missed connections and broken objects bad). The thought of getting on another airplane makes me bitter. I know I will have to at some point of course. I'm just really not looking forward to it.

This sucks because I have a number of family, friends and...well...fuckbuds that have been badgering me to come out and see them. Most of them are in a < 3 hour flight away (except for Kev-bo in Montreal, but luckily he tends to come out to California a lot now). I've narrowed my trips down to 3; a) Montreal to see Kev-bo (we will have an amazing time as always) b) "Guido", a friend of mine who looks like John Mengatti (who???) or any number of hot Italian dark-haired idols of the 70's who lives in Chicago and c) "Lawyer", a half-Mexican half-Russian former body-builder; quiet but incredible in bed in Southern California.

Here's my connundrum; visiting Kev-bo is a no-brainer, since he is one of my closest friends. Guido is incredibly intelligent, but "James Dean" moody at times. He is adamant about NOT coming to California. And while he wants me to stay with him if I go to Chicago, he only thinks he'd be free for 3 days maximum. So, almost not even worth the trip out, no matter how hot the sex is (and yeah, mindblowingly hot). Lawyer is the closest trip; less than 1 hour by plane. If we never left the bed, I know we'd have fun. But he is really too quiet at times and I often wonder if there is a connection there. He wants me to come down and stay with him, and even if it's just for a weekend I wouldn't feel too bad since it's such a short trip.

I guess the point is, I really don't need to travel at all to get laid. That's a given. So, do I really care to see these guys enough to make it out there? And do I want to see another city? Chicago is a no. It would just be for Guido. LA I wouldn't mind as I do tend to like it there a couple days at a time. Just gotta think about this for awhile, but hopefully come to a decision before the summer passes by.

Meanwhile, to get mine AND your minds off of our current worries, here is a little video passed along to me which I thought was worth a giggle (boy did they make those boys look gay back then...)

Bad sexparties

I've been to a few sex-parties in my life. The BEST ones were back in 1999 (I don't know what it was about that year) in SF run by a guy named Austin who later moved to Palm Springs. He was a good "gate-keeper" and always invited the best looking guys and had the right mix of tops and bottoms. He always created the right environment and set-up to avoid people simply standing around like giggly school-girls. Well, last night I went to one as I was invited by some guy I had been chatting with on the internet for awhile. When I got to the house, a very enthusiastic, white and queeny 20-something met me at the door and said, "I know You! Come on in!" I got in to see about 15 guys nervously chattering on the floor around a coffee table in the living room. The host said they were in the middle of a "truth or dare" game. Amateurs. This went on for about an hour and I could see how anxious many of the guys were to get things started. But the queen was in his glory (and drunk now) so he didn't notice immediately as some people began to steel into the other rooms to mess around. I brought a very hot, toned Asian kid (yes, most were Asian) into the back room. I thought he was going to by shy, but it turned out he actually WANTED people to watch him. No problem, since wherever he and I went, a crowd seemed to follow. Finally, I let my own inhibitions about having an audience watching me go, suited up and started boning this kid from behind. We then made our way to the bed where I got on top of him doggie style. I looked up to see about 10 people circling the bed watching us. I felt like a freakin pornstar. Oh well, I thought. Might as well give them a show. And I did; I banged him from behind, missionary, lifting him upside-down, prison-style, scissors etc. And I was giving it to him HARD. But so hard that I couldn't bust a nut as I kept getting winded. So, finally I told him I needed to stop and catch my breath. As we left the bed, others took our place. I saw a Mexican guy eyeing me from the corner, and thought it would be an easy way to "finish up", which is what I did (didn't even change the condom, just slipped it right in and came after about a minute". Bottom-line; for all you aspiring sexparty hosts, don't use your guests to test out your cabaret act. That's not what we came for.

The next day, a former fuck-bud of mine who has been wanting to hook up since I got back to town asked to come over (I'll call him "Vick" since he looks like Michael Vick with a shaved head). I was rested up and thought that could work. I ended up getting 3 good loads off from his ass. Very good fuck, and good with the verbage, too.

Overwhelmingly Asian Again

Yup, I know I've said it before. But coming back from Europe has just underscored how much California has become a satelite of HongBomNila. Are there Asians in Europe? Of course, but nowhere near the extent there are here. The other day, I found out there would be yet another Undwerwear Party, and since I'm looking pretty freakin' hot in my underwear these days, I thought I should probably make an effort to go. It was in the same place in SF that it was the last time I had gone years ago, and the same ratio of 80% Asians. This time, I had a different strategy tho as I was trying to be like a hunter and be LIKE the Asians; i.e. not waiting around for them to come to me, but rather stay far away from anyone until I saw someone I was interested in, then zoom in mercilessly and unrelentingly. While I was walking around, I noticed this shaved-headed buffed Mexican kid cruising other guys. I thought: "this is my first challenge". After stalking him (but never letting him know) for about 10 mins, I saw him go upstairs to where the "dark room" is. I try to stay away from that place, since that's usually where all the trolls/old men/ whales and of course Asians nest, just waiting for their victims. When I went up, it took my eyes a few moments to adjust, and with my hands firmly covering my crotch (which didn't seem to bother everying from trying to unclasp them or move them as I walked past) I tried to locate the Mexican kid; and there he was. He was with a group of 3 older but in-shape white guys taking turns sucking them. Nice. So, I made my way through the throng of guys until I was behind him (he was bent over and sucking some guy). I casually pulled down his underwear and started rubbing his hairless hole (NIIIICE!). He seemed so into sucking that dude that he either didn't notice or didn't care. So, I slipped out a condom from my sock, pulled out the long ranger, and suited up. At this point there was a mad grab for my dick going on from anonymous arms in every direction. I had to move my body and arms to block them all as I was on a mission. I crouched behind the Mexican kid to get close enough to him but not bother or stop what he was dooing, then grabbed his hips and slowly pushed my cock against his hole. No reaction. Then I pressed harder until my cock head popped in. No reaction. Then I slid a couple inches in. Big reaction. The kid took one of the hands he was using to suck the guy off and pushed me out of him. Within seconds he was suckng the otherr guys two at a time now. So, I put on my "Asian hat" and thought "him now distlacted, me go fol lound two now". This time I made sure there was plenty of spit on my cock and did the same thing; popped the head in and slowly slided about 2 inches in...then 3...then 5 then the whole thing! I don't know if he liked it or not, but he was so busy sucking the other two guys that he didn't seem to mind. Then I slowly started rocking my hips and grinding my dick inside his hole. No reaction. So, I then started pumping, then harder, then before I knew I was grabbing this kid, pulled him away from his beloved cocks and pounding his butt doggie-style so I could bust. At this point he realized he had no cock in his mouth and was starting to get upset. I didn't care, and I was flayling his body around to meet the impact of my dick as it nailed his ass over and over, until I finally came. Then I just let go of his hips and without missing a beat he returned back to his crouching position in front of those two guys and began sucking them again.

As hot as that was, I thought I should call it a night. So, I very agressively made my way out of the dark room through the throng of Asian boys who were falling overe themselves trying to grab my dick, headed downstairs to the bathroom, grabbed a few paper-towels and wetted them with some soap and water so I could wash up in a stall. As I was washing my schlong inside the stall. I started noticing the feet in the stall next to me: 4 of them. I would watch as they turned one direction, then another, then finally I saw it was clear there was one set behind the other. Like a curious kid, I very quietly got on top of the toilet and saw a buffed bald white 30-something dude inserting his average-sized penis into a TOTALLY hot buffed white 20-something dude with a "superman" tatoo above his arm. Even though I had just shot my wad less than 5 minutes before, my dick was at full mast as the bald guy began slowly fucking "Superman" whos eyes started rolling in ecstasy. Neither were aware I was watching, but I was like a horny dog in heat. I finally reached over and tapped Superman who looked up at me and I said, "hey man, can I be next?" The bald guy shook his head no, and not knowing if they were boyfriends or what, just kept watching and said, "it's allright dude. Fuck him." The bald dude hesitated and seemed annoyed (as I would be). Then I said in an even lower tone, "Come on dude, fuck his ass. You know he wants it. Let's see what you can do." Supermans eyes got wide and he looked at me with awe. The bald guy started pumping him now from behind. I kept giving him more and more encouragement, like, "come on dude, fuck him harder. You got a load for his butt. He's waiting for it." Right then the bald guy gave a couple of spastic pumps, which was him cumming I guess. He then pulled out and I saw he had shot a pretty big load into the condom he was wearing. Superman looked behind him and smiled, then up at me and I whispered "I'm next". He smiled and shook his head. I didn't know how to take that, like maybe "No, one's enough." or "Not into you dude" whatever. I left my stall and hung around outside the bathroom. Then I saw the bald guy walk past me (didn't even make eye contact). So, just for kicks and giggles I went back to where the stall was where it had all gone down, and sure enough, Superman was standing there peeing...BUT THE STALL WAS OPEN!!! I didn't miss a beat, stepped inside, closed it from beind then pulled down his shorts. He looked behind and saw me pulling out my dick and said, "you have a condom?" "Of course, dude!" I said and pulleed out the remaining one from my sock. I suited up, bent Superman over, and just started riding that hole like crazy. Since this was round 2 for him, his pink hole was already loosened up and I fucked him with no mercy. His muscley white buttocks felt GREAT to hold onto and push together while my dick slid in and out. I was really giving that ass a pounding, but kept looking over at Superman's expression to see if he was OK, and he was in HEAVEN. Just to make sure I finished before I heard any "Ouch, it's starting to hurt" I grabbed Superman's shoulder and rammed his body onto my dick and slammed him over and over until I had an AMAZING orgasm and shot what seemed like an ENORMOUS load up in his boy-pussy. I stayed inside him for awhile longer and asked him if he was OK, and he said, "that was AWESOME" dude, as he smiled and shook his head. "Right on" I said as I slowly pulled my dick out. But then, surprise, the condom had broken and was just a ring at the end of my cock. So, I really had shot a load deep inside Superman. What to do, what to do??? Very cooly, I said, "He man, you're negative, right?" He nodded and asked, "are you?" "Yup, just got tested this last month when I came back to the US. So, no need for either of us to freak. The pro-fo broke sometime during our power-fucking." Superman flashed a look of worry. "Like I said, if what you said is true and your negative, and I definitely am, no need for either of us to worry, right?" He smiled, "yeah, I guess. Just a little scarey tho." I said, "yeah, I gotcha. But you might as well enjoy it. Something tells me you don't usually let anyone cum up your hole. But now you can appreciate a nice load of grade-A clean cum in your ass after a VERY nice fuck." Superman smiled and ghasped, obiously enjoying that though. He started wiping his ass with some toilet paper and I headed out of the stall and said, "Alright dude, gonna wash up now, take it easy." then proceded to go directly to the sink and wash off my dick with soap and water (didn't care how many people were staring at me.

From there I went to get my clothes back and here's something weird, there was a guy waiting in front of me who apparently was having trouble as they couldn't find his clothes yet. The attendant came up to me and I pointed at the other guy and said, "he's here first". The other guy shook his head and said, "it's OK. They're on it"...but thanks. I nodded then gave the attendent my number. While he came back with my clothes, I noticed the other guy checking me out, but as I had just cum twice in the last half-hour, I didn't feel like making new friends, so I didn't make eye contact and just took my clothes, got dressed, then headed out. As I was leaving, I turned to look back at the guy, and that's when I saw the Superman tattoo on his right arm (I hadn't seen it from the other side where I was standing). This was the dude I had just fucked and I was acting like I didn't care while he stoodd right next to me! He must have thought I was an asshole. I felt really weird and was seriously thinking I should go and say hello, or that I didn't recognize him or I'm sorry...whtatever. As I hesitated a few seconds I noticed he wasn't looking back over my way so I thouhgt he probably thought i was a dick now. So, I left.

On the entire drive home, I was thinking "DAMN! I should not have assumed so much there." I mean, not assumedn his shaking his head meant "no". Not assuming him not turning back as I left meant he was annoyed. I dunno. He was DEFINITELY hot. But then again, could be a meth-fiend for all I know. Still, would have been nice to find that out. GREAT time that night.

Stretching things

Before I left for Europe, I hooked up with a guy who looks like Jason Lee (RIP) although he is actually half Peruvian half Italian (though slighly Asian looking, no Asian in him). He's buffed, darker, and had a rock-hard ass and medium-sized uncut dick and is actually a licensed physical therapist, but does sports therapy and even personal training to pay the bills (so, I'll call him Trainer). I went to his place and to be honest, back then while I was in decent shape, my mind was more on my impending move as opposed to hitting the gym regularly. We talked for awhile, then ended up have pretty good sex, afterwhich we exchanged pleasantries, numbers and he said we should definitely meet up again soon. Well, that didn't happen. And I let it go.

A few months after I was living in Europe, I started to get emails from an address that looked vaguely familiar like, "Hey man, when can we hook up again?" Those kind of emails bother me almost as much as getting texts that say, "hey". After we went back and forth a few more times, he finally sent his pic and I STILL didn't recognize him. But my curiosity was piqued since it was obvious by his details of our encounter that we had been together once (although i really couldn't remember). A week ago I sent him an email letting him know I was back and he immediately wanted to see me, so we wet it up. When he arrived, NOW I remembered Trainer (although he was now beefier so to speak; not as toned, but not at all bad). He was all over me like a horny dog, and I had to push him off me to say "hello" or "do you want something to drink?" Finally, I took his lead and we went back to my bedroom. Since he's a big boy (taller than me) we played a few minutes of "Quien es mas macho", like trying to act tougher than the other guy, chest thumping, pushing each other around to see who would loose ballance and end up falling on the bed, trying to steal kisses from the other guy's lips while the other guy either pulls away or tyies to land the "blow" just away from his lips and acts like, "that's not gonna happen". Finally I "won" and got him on the bed and we made out like mad-dogs in heat, with long wet sloppy kisses (and for guys who know me, this is a definitely EXCEPTION as usually I hate kissing). Then I stopped, stood above him and said, "dude, you were totally checkng out my boner." He pretended to be offended, "naw dude. you're crazy!" "yeah, you know you want to suck my dick." I said and put it close to his lips. "he looked at it and said, dude, I'm not gonna suck your dick!" But I kept insisting and playfullying putting it near his face while he would try and turn away. Then, in it went and he was swallowing the long ranger down to my nutsack. Then He got up, threw ME back ono the bed and jumped on top of me (thought he'd crush me) and flipped his butthole right above my face while he was sucking my dick like crazy (he actually wasn't all that good at it and it started hurting a few times). I tried to occupy my mind from the bad blow-job by shoving my tonuge deep inside his hole and getting it wet enough to fuck. After what seemed like WAY too long, I finally managed to flip him off me (he was WAY too fixated on my dick), suited up, and mounted him doggie-style as I whispered "now it's going inside you. Better relax your hole or I'm going to make it hurt." he whimpered and let my cock slide in nice and smooth. Then I commanded, "Now hold it tight!" Trainer flexted his hole then let go. "I said HOLD IT!" then spanked his butt. This time he flexed his hole and gripped my cock like a glove. "That's what I'm talking about. Now you can relax" Then I just started pounding Trainer's boy-hole with no mercy. He loved it. He was throwing his ass towards me, bucking, then throwing his body chest down on the bed so I would have to follow-him down and fuck him "prison-style", which I did, butt-slamming him hard. We finally ended up missionary and I pounded him till I came, and he did too. After 1/2 more or so of cuddling, he mentioned he had plans later to see that movie "Up". But that we should definitely keep in touch "now that you're back". I thought, OK, but not gonna hold my breath.

Well, to wrap-up, he did call and we did hook up just a few days later. But this time was not as intense since he had just finished at the gym and was wanting a quick booty-call, which turned out to be an unclean/messy, hurried and awkward event, culminating in him straddling me and cumming on my chest while I had no desire to get off at all at that point. As we were done, and he was washing up (and I was debating if I should fumigate the room) I realized he was probably not someone I'd be interested in on a steady basis. I may give him one more try. But I think I've seen enough.

Game Night

Ever since I met Sven back in 1996 (after that wild double-fucking experience where some random friend of his and me took turns on him...but I won : ), he had immediately invited me to his place in SF for "game night". But then we lost contact, and although re-gained contact years later, to date I had never taken him up on his offer (usually we just end up rolling around in bed instead as he is consistently a GREAT fuck. Since I got back, he insisted I come over for game-night which starts at 7pm and goes on till about 10. I finally said OK, since Sven is also leaving for Sweden the next week and I wanted to make sure I see him this summer. I arrived at his place exactly at 7, as did he. He mentioned people should be arriving any minute as we both walked to his front door. Once inside, I said, "well, I wish we had more than a minute, but I guess that will have to do." then agressively pulled down his pants and pushed him over to his bedroom in one movement. He was half-protesting saying if people start showing we'd have to stop. I said I didn't mind, and within less than a minute later I was on top of him; his legs in the air taking the long-ranger like the pro he is. We fucked quickly like two guys just trying to get off; no foreplay necessary. And within about a minute I shot my wad while humping him missionary. His eyes widened and said, "did you hear something?" Honestly, I didn't. He threw his shorts back on while I walked over to his bathroom to wash. Sure enough, the "gang" had arrived and noisily made their entrance.

I didn't know what kind of guys to expect (Sven is VERY masculine, but his friends, like mine, are all over the spectrum). I'll label them thusly; "Euro-tan" nice guy, "Spaz" - self-explanatory, and "bald Perez" as in Perez Hilton. Not the most masculine group, but I played the game with them OK. Spaz was the "leader" in that he brought the games, understood them the most, and even worked for the company that created them. So, he lost no opportunity to squeel or shreik or cheer whenever a) he got a good card, b) someone else got a bad card or c) whenever I made a bad decision. As the hours wore on, it was clear who had slept with whom already as the big-dick jokes and inuendos directed towards Sven and myself would surface over and over (I had only been with Sven, but apparently I had a rep). But I was geting tired of all the squeeling and cackling and made insinuations that I would probably be heading out soon. Shortly after, the "party' broke and everyone started leaving. I hung back, made my way to Sven's bedroom again and waited for him there. He finally showed up and sayd, "Hey, I thought you had left and didn't say good-by. Everyone was asking about you." I replied, "Naw, was just waiting for round-two." He smiled and got into bed, where we were able to fuck "around the world" in style this time.

The next day, I got a couple texts (WHICH I STILL HATE) from Spaz saying things like, "Hey sexy guy, let me know when you're available." I was not in the least bit interested, but called Sven to see what was up. Sven said Spaz had asked him for my number so he could invite me to the next game night while Sven was in Sweden. That's not going to happen, and I'm not really interested in playing "naked leapfrog" or "hide the salami" type games Spaz may have in mind with me. And unfortunately to date I have gotten several more texts and voicemails from him, even though during one live conversation I tried to make it VERY clear I wasn't interested, while not being a dick to him so as not to make Sven look bad. Anyway, I think game night is over for me. I'll just look forward to Sven's return so he can have a good laugh here.

Back to the USSA

Although my friends now know I'm back, I am fully aware I do owe an explanation for my long hiatus to the larger blogosphere (and change of carrier). Short story is last year I moved to the EU for many reasons (including work). Also, I really was getting pissed off and tired of all the political bullshit going on at the time. I DO follow politics, but it irks me to have to see or deal with psychophants who unquestioningly put all of their hopes and dreams in the one candidate their party puts forth to them. Life was good ini Europe, but for various reasons (i.e. my house) I needed to come back and may be around the whole summer if not longer. So, as a quick catch-up, here are some updates on my friends, bones, and assorted well-wishers:

1. Kev-bo - the economic turn-down would have distroyed or disheartened a lesser man. But not my Kev-bo, who has proven more resilient, resourceful and tallented than an Israeli car-stereo salesman who's fleamarket has just been turned into a strip-mall (maybe a bit esoteric, but if you live in California you'd get it). Kev-bo's been out here since I've been back, but because he's such a buzy boy we didn't get to meet up. I'm hoping to do so on his next trip, OR if I can manage another trip up there to Montreal.
2. Boybitch - although I have gotten constant emails/IM's and phone texts, I haven't reached out to grab that particular brass-ring yet, mostly because he requires too much of my energy and I am still in relaxation mode. But I'll keep that one in my pocket for a rainy day.
3. Houston - turned out to be a bit flakey himself. I will always be grateful for his help during my last move. But I don't like flakiness. If he shows he has improved, I may meet up with him while I'm back. Undecided still.
4. OX - Although he emails me like a lost puppy looking for his master, I finally responded to him telling him I was in Europe with no plans of returning. This kept him quiet. I may have pitty on him at some point in the future.
5. Squid - Looking good, but physically not doing so well (big-boy problems). He's promised he'll take the long-ranger for a ride once evrerything settles, and I will absolutely hold him to that.
6 Twink - AWOL
7. Chef - for a few reasons we have become pretty close. He got really close to me as I was about to leave (as did many friends and "bones") and I thought it was just so they would have someone to visit "over there" (I grew to hate that phrase, "I'll have to come out and visit you" and I'd be like, "Um...or you can get your lazy ass out of bed and visit me while I'm here..."). Anyway, he's doing very well in his job and life. Finally going back to the gym and getting a VERY nice ass in the process.
8. Longbone - We have been in email contact and as a result I was able to schedule my first bone back in the USSA (yes, I added the extra S fo socialism) with him and it was GREAT. Don't believe me?



Well, that's it for now. Much more to come when the jet-lag settles.