"Can't keep it down" day

I've been occupied these last few days with relatives and their accompanying drama. It was my birthday over the weekend, but because of said drama, I really haven't had much of a celebration. So, here and there people have been taking me out to dinner/lunch/coffee etc for light well-wishing. Today's schedule was to take me out to lunch at a Chinese restaurant in San Francisco (their choice, definitely not mine) and then to some appartment hunting for my aunt who is apparently too wrapped up in her own world to bother. Since SF has a cornucopia of guys, far greater quantity (but not necessarily quality) I decided to make sure it wasn't just a wasted trip up there. I spoke to a guy online who is VERY much my type; white, blond/reddish hair, good shape and likes to get fucked. We talked on the phone and he sounded very masculine and no-nonsense. We seemed to hit it off and I told him I'd definitely be up for meeting when I could break away from the relatives. That moment finally came in the afternoon, so I headed over to his house. First thing was I rang his doorbell and he buzzed me into the gate. Then I walked up a few steps to where his door was, but it was locked. He kept buzzing the same front gate and then finally I heard his annoyed voice, "Hey are you in or what?!" I said, "Yeah, but your front doors locked." He gave a very gruff, "uhhhh. Wait!" Then after about a minute he walked down his stairs and unlocked his front door to let me in and said, "This shouldn't be locked." like it was MY fault. I wasn't going to take his being an asshole personally because he did look like his pic and I really wanted to get laid. But his expression was one of "hmm...do I really want to do this?" which was turning me off. Guys in SF (like any big city) have so many hangups and issues, so I just flipped my stiffening cock out so he could see it and said, "where to, dude?" That seemed to do the trick, and within about 5 minutes I was riding his boy pussy with a vengeance. I fucked him doggie, then prison-style, then missionary. He was really enjoying it- too much in fact, because I could tell he was getting ready to cum without touching himself. He finally did grab his dick and say, "you gotta cum dude, I'm gonna blow" just like that, without warning he started cumming. I wasn't going to get left out so I started pounding him hard and luckily started to get my load off before he finished his, but positioned myself so he couldn't easily push me out of him so I could finish my orgasm. After I pulled out, he didn't even say a word and just left to wash up. I took the hint and did the same. So, although I never do this, here is his pic. Consider this an asshole alert. I would highly NOT recommend having sex with Patrick, who lives in the Haight in SF.

I don't know if it was because I was forced to have such a quick and early orgasm, but after that I felt very randy, like my mission had not been completed. I planned to go to the gym anyway and that usually cures any randiness as I more often than not can barely make it back to my care these days after my workout. But for some reason, after today's workout, I went back to the locker room and honestly for some reason couldn't keep my dick soft. I felt almost like I was in highschool again or something. I had to cover myself with my towel bunched up everywhere I walked. And since this is a "gay" gym in SF, I was getting a lot of attention. I finally thought, fuck it, so what if I walk around with a semi. But it did underscore the fact that I needed to get laid AGAIN. After about 20 minutes in the sauna and showers, I realized it wasn't going to happen there, so I went home.

I went back online and talked to another 30-something white guy and invited him over. When he got here, same weird vibe; like he was hesitating. I finally coaxed him in out from the door and we went back to my room where he stopped cold. Too late-I already pulled his pants down and started massaging his butt (which was NICE). He reached around back and felt my dick and groaned, then turned to look at it. He looked fascinated like he'd never seen one before (he wasn't very big, so I guess I understand). He didn't want to suck on my dick and in fact said, "Um...is there anything I should worry about here?" This was a turn off, but I just brushed it off and said, "Nope. Negative and clean man. Verified last month." I finally started fucking him and pretty much got exactly what I wanted from him. The only exception was that he never said "fuck me" or "that's nice" or anything. He just kept saying "fuck" over and over, using it as an exclamation like, "Damn!" or "Golly!" throughout the act. After we were done, he said, "You don't remember me, do you?" Now I was REALLY annoyed, since I HATE petty games. "Nope, sorry. I've been gone for awhile so don't take it personal" I replied hoping that would be the end to this line. But he continued, "You used to live at another place. A condo." "Yup, you got me" I said putting my clothes on hoping he'd get the hint. "I came over a few years back. We made it to your room. But then I saw all the religious icons and just left." I nodded in recognition and said, "ahhhh." but in reality, I didn't remember or care at all. I just wanted him to leave at this point. I motioned him out of the room and said, "well, glad we finally got to do it then." And he finally followed me out to the door so I could let him out. When I got back online later, I got this message:

fuckin hot man. practically perfect. short setup. all business. great sex. know what the fuck yer doin. short drive. home. done. thanks.

The reality is, I don't give a fuck what made it "practically perfect" for him. Maybe I'm being a dick because I was treated badly earlier. but I'm just tired of dealing with these head cases.