Red Pubes...the Rolls Royce of boning

I think I've mentioned before how AWESOME I think boning guys with red pubes is (they always come with light skin and very pink holes to fuck). Last week I met a late 20's, lanky, toned red-head dude that I'll call "Red" (yup, original, I know). Red and I had been talking online for about 3 months now, but since he lives in SF with no car and was unwilling to come down and visit ME at anytime, I made it clear I would "see him around", meaning when in SF if we were both available. But I wasn't going to make a special trip up just to see him. Well, last week the stars converged and I was in SF anyway, so we made it a point to meet. I went to the gym first and ended up boning a very scruffy but hot tatoo'd dude in the shower first. Then went over to Red's house, and we ended up talking for about an hour and really hit it off. Then, we made it to his bedroom and did some grade-A boning. Red is definitely a power-bottom and he just let me take exactly what I wanted, HOW I wanted. His pink hole was so INCREDIBLE, I ended up getting off two rounds in it before I thought it best to head back home.

Well, I was getting so addicted to his hole that I did something I don't normally do; planned a "sleepover" with the boy. I got there last night again, and we just went at it like dogs. While he was sucking my dick, I said I wanted some "before and after" pics of his hole this time, which really turned him on. He got out a camera, I bent him over his bed and here we are: Just starting out... His hole has been tongued thoroughly... Just been fucked and stretched (for the first time) After I pounded his hole for the 3rd time and wore his ass OUT!

All in all it was a good night of watching the Simpsons on DVD and fucking like crazy. The only drawbacks are a) His house was in the Haight and it was a VERY noisy evening and I didn't sleep much at all b) there was no parking around his area so it took awhile to find a place and walk home. I don't know if I'll make this a regular thing, but it was very nice. When we woke up the next morning (way too early for my taste) Red made it clear that his ass was "worn" so we wouldn't be fucking, but he offered to blow me. Thanks but no thanks, said I, and I made my way back to my car. Since I meet so many guys online from SF, I have a printout of all their profiles and numbers. So, I when I got to my car I began to call from my "boning sheet". I got a few hits from guys I'd been meaning to hook up with but never had, and decided to settle on a guy who looks like a younger and (slightly) less effeminate Mario Cantone. I got to his place and he was short and had a VERY hot body. I could tell he was interested but shy, so I made the first overtures by saying, "Let's see if your ass is the same one from the pic you sent me." He complied, stepped over to me, turned around and dropped his pants. DAMN that was one nice bubble-butt!

I didn't take this pic of him, but it's from his profile so you get the idea of why I immediately ate him out to get him nice and wet, then bent him over a chair nearby and just fucked the hell out of him. He had a very small dick (who cares?) and didn't seem to play with it much, so I just assumed he was more into getting fucked than getting off. So, I just pounded his hole until I came. He thanked me and said that was exactly what he needed. I smiled and told him I'd give him a call next time I was in SF. We'll see how soon he responds next time I call down my list (the lucky caller gets the cock).

Some irritating news is that the job I was applying for a few weeks back has been giving me the runaround to the point where I am just writing it off now. Companies these days, especially here in or around Silicon Valley are really dicking with people just because they can (they know how bad the market is, so to them it's like "hey, you want the job, you'll do what we say and it will take however long it takes). I'm seriously considering heading to Mexico for a week to see a long-lost friend/fuck bud I haven't seen for 9 years. He made a ton of money and moved down to Puerto Vallarta and opened a gay resort there. I'll make my mind up about that this week.

Lastly, I got a few emails and request regarding that dude I fucked who ended up being in porn. So, here's the video in question. I'm NOT recommending anyone watch it. It's just easier than sending the link out in too many emails:

Lord of the Rings

Lately I've noticed more and more guys I hook up with have large dicks (easy examples are Sven and Hill). And it's not that I care one way or another, since I'm a total ass-man and 80% of the time I'm with a guy I never even touch their dick (unless you count it rubbing against my abs while I'm fucking missionary). But even the new guys I'm meeting up with these days have 8"+ in their profiles (and believe me, you don't need to get a decoder ring to know that a profile that says 29 y/o, 170lbs with 8" normally means 35 y/o, 185lbs with 6"). But lo' and behold, some guys are coming over with pretty massive meat between the legs, which to be honest sometimes challenges my own security in bed, since most of the time I can count on being the "bigger man". But lately I get the sense that more and more the long-ranger doesn't ride as tall as he should when coming out of the corral. So, since I always put I'm 8" in my profiles, I wanted to keep myself honest and got out the tape-measure and hand-lotion this weekend to confirm it. After about 20 minutes of serious tugging and stroking, I can indeed confirm that the long-ranger stood erect at a massive, beautiful and awesome looking 8 1/2 ". However, I'm also well aware of the energy, time and attention it took to get the blood pumping to that level. So, only a very lucky few will most likely experience that extra 1/2", therefore I'm keeping my profile at 8" (the extra 1/2" will be a bonus).

This leads me to my next story: since I got back from Europe early this summer I'd been hooking up with a 20-something Mexican-Cuban dude who puts 8 1/2" in his profile and who looks like an even "stonier" Wilmer Valderrama, so I'll call him "Will". Will is a pretty no-nonesense fuck, meaning he comes over, few words are exchanged as we head back to my "fuck den", he starts sucking me, I get his hole wet, we fuck, roll credits. This time when he came over, two things were different; my cock was way huge and full since I had been doing my stroke-marathon without actually cumming, and Will was stoned more than an israelite adulteress. True to form, the first thing he did was pull down my pants and start slobbering all over my cock. It was almost like he was in a dreamland and honestly it didn't seem like he would ever stop until I pulled him up from my schlong. I literally had to hold him up with my arms as he was pretty wasted. But that didn't stop his cock from being hard as a rock, so just for kicks and giggles I rubbed mine against his to compare; his points down like Hill's and it is definitely big- but mine was bigger. So, maybe Will is 8 1/2" on a good day, just like I am. I'm feeling generous so I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.

Anyway, because of Will's impared state, I knew I could pretty much do whatever I wanted to him, so I threw him on my bed like a rag doll and opened up his ass with my hands and burried my face inside. Will was moaning like crazy and usually, the next step is to suit-up and put on whatever lube he brought over. This time we skipped the lube and just used my own spit, which I prefer and always works well for me. He bucked and tried to resist but he just wasn't any match for my libido, when I burried my cock in him from behind. Will always makes whiney noises and monosyllabic words like he's in pain while we fuck (like "Ouch! "fuck!" "Damn!") but his stiff dick always let's me know he's enjoying it. After about 5 minutes of pumping him with slow, steady strokes from behind and then on top, I flipped him over missionary and said, "Now open your legs up and relax." He did, and I slid my cock further inside him until "Pop!" I opened up that inner ring. I LOVE when my cock pops that inner cherry, but a lot of guys are either already open irrepairably from being fucked too often or they are just not relaxed enough to open, which means my cock keeps bumping up against it when I get in there deep. But boy does it does it feel good when it gets opened (all the tops with 7" + in da house know what I'm talkin' bout??). I thought it was about time to work my magic so I started pumping Will missionary, and he was groaning and throwing his head back and forth, then grabbing my ass to push me inside him harder. Finally, I just let go and blew a HUGE load (all that "fluffing" I did earlier without cumming made me have an orgasm so intense it hurt the back of my eyes), and Will grabbed his cock and started spewing the second his hand touched it.

Will is a man of few words and always wants to leave immediately after he cums, and this time was no different. But he messaged me after he got home and said how hot it was and that next time maybe we can hang out. So, I guess in the place of having a steady fuck-bud or dare I even say, a boyfriend, my caste of regulars, namely Luberjack, Steel, Trainer, Hill, Squid, and a couple other steadies have been keeping my balls empty. This is good, since I don't think I've been a day without sex in weeks. Also, I finally got an email from Longbone (hadn't heard from him since out hook-up when I first got back to the US) saying he's been really busy but we should meet sometime soon.

Lastly, in lieu of some hot ass pics (coming very soon), a bit o' culture...

Emails and some Q&A

Firstly, I fully realize that in the 70's, everyone who was anyone got their own variety show. In the 80's they got their own sit-com, then in the 90's their own talk-show, and in the 00's their own reality show. In between, everyone else who's...well, got a pulse has done their own porn. Since I've been on this site I've gotten a good number of emails; but three separate ones from guys asking me to do porn. I truly believe there is already enough porn out there for ANY taste, even showing out of shape guys with very small dicks who are so ugly they need to wear masks yet somehow convince themselves that this is the way they should be making a living (*cough*). So, to all the well-wishers out there and all the guys who have a nice ass and want to try out the long ranger, keep those emails coming. But the porn thing is not going to happen.

On to some fucking: Hill finally got back from his travels and came back to my place for a repeat. I told the boy from the begining that this time he needed to let me get two loads off in him, and he smiled and nodded. And that's just what I did (he came right after I did the second time). This time, as he was getting ready to leave he said, "This time was just as good as the first time. I thought it might have been a fluke." "Yup, I agree," I responded back, pulling up my sweats. I'd definitely tap that ass on a regular basis, but I know he doesn't have a regular travel schedule, so I'll just have to settle for what I can get.

OK, now back to porn. I think I've said this before, but I'm really not into porn at all. Whenever I need to get aroused, I just think back to a scene from my own boning adventures There's really only one fantasy I haven't fulfilled yet, and maybe that will come some day (it involves about 5 guys bent over on a couch and me fucking their holes down the line, then deciding which one feels best and going back to it to finish up). I can think of about 5 different guys I've fucked who have been "porn stars", meaning they actually made their living at it at one point from some known porn studio. But don't ask me their "porn names" or even what films they've been in, since I've never seen them (I can count on two hands how many porn videos I've seen). But the other day, a friend of mine sent me a link to a video and said I'd recognize one of the guys in it. I watched it for a bit and didn't recognize anyone until the second scene in, where this white, 20-something (then) guy with a decent body and crew cut began to get gang-banged bareback by mostly muscular, older obviously HIV+ guys. They were abusing this boy's anus (and it really showed) like the new meat in prison. They were doing things to this boy that I really can't even imagine, let alone write down. And the thing is, I had fucked him on 3 separate ocasions (doing the math, around 4 years after the video was filmed). My friend knew him as this guy worked with him at one point (the boy was working in SF at some non-profit while studying to be a psychologist). The video was pretty low budget and obviously catered to people wanting to watch bareback porn. It floored me seeing him in it because a) he's OK looking, not great looking and b) didn't at all seem like the type of guy who would let people do anything they wanted like that to him (for money or otherwise). When we met, he said he was HIV- but after seeing him in that video there is just NO FUCKING WAY (lesson to life here; people lie about their HIV status in case you didn't know).

Another question is if I play music when I have sex. The answer is it depends. Usually when it's a first time hook-up, then no. And if it's a date and I'm trying to set the mood to eventually get some, then jazz does the job good (note: jazz should NOT be played DURING sex! Major wood kill hearing Billy Holiday singing about black people being lynched, FYI). But when it comes down to the butt-pounding, animalistic sex-act, maybe I'm just old school, but to me there's nothing better than Freestyle for this:



One last answer, for those who have asked: yes, for the most part I do actually take the pictures on this blog, and they are who I say they are. Sometimes if they send me a headless shot from their profiles and allow me to use it, I'll put that up too. But I'm not just using random pics I've collected from the internet (I would have thought the fluffy blue blanket I roll-out for sex would have been a dead giveaway in the photos). In closing, I did NOT take this pic; but DAMN, I wish I could have been there when it was taken.

More Tri- Boning

The other day I got hit up by Trainer again. I haven't hooked up with him since my last post on the subject because it was really sub-standard. But I thought I might at least be able to get some pics out of it for my faithful blog viewers, so I thought, "why not" and invited him over. Well, he now ranks from sub-standard to mediocre (a small step in the right direction). But he did take some AWESOME pics (you be the judge): After he let me take the pics, I immediately burried my tongue in his hole to get it wet enough for my cock. Then I stood up and porked his sweet muscular ass from behind until I shot, very loudly. He just turned around and said "dude, you came already?" I said, "Yeah, but don't worry. I'm good for another round." And seriously, I was. So, after about 20 minutes of light banter, I got hard again and we fucked missionary for a good 20 minutes until I came yet again, and Trainer was not even close. Now I was worried; my cock was getting very sensitive and Trainer just had a look like he could take it for another hour. I could have been a dick and just pulled out and said, "OK, dude. You need to wipe up your ass and leave now." But I thought I'd give him a chance, so I asked, "You close, man?" He shook his head as he was jacking off and asked, "Are you?" "Dude, I shot twice. It's your turn now." He took the hint and started jacking faster then demanded, "Fuck me harder now." so I did my duty and gave him the power-driver until he came like a geiser hitting himself in the face. I could have stopped there, but when he left, I got a msg from the dude I fucked a few weeks back (the torso shot, not the asshole in SF). Suffice it to say, he really does have a nice white ass. But this will probably be the last time I fuck him, as he really does give off a shady vibe (most likely married, which I don't care about except he's obviously has issues with it).

Chef came over later that eve to spend the night again. We went to a taqueria where he had a very tastey dinner, but since it was way after 7pm (yes, I've become "that guy") I just had some horchata. We then got back home and watched Beautiful Thing, one of my all-time favorite gay movies (and partial reason for moving to the UK). After that, we spent another few hours online (mostly looking at our mutual friends' pictures on Facebook) then went to bed. This time we slept in my bed, but were both dressed, and ended up talking for another hour before we finally fell asleep. Chef is really turning into a good friend. It was like sleeping with your cousin when you're 10; joking, telling stories, arguing over trivia etc. He even tought me a new term he picked up from his straight brother:

Butt-hurt
–adjective
1. emotionally wounded or extremely disappointed by one's peers. i.e. "Dude, sorry I said your Mom's hot; don't get all butt-hurt about it."
Origin:
1500–10; yiddish < G Tuckus-kaputen

The next day, we got up and went to Starbucks, then Chef went off to work in the exciting yet dangerous world of retail. And me, well, I had a phone interview with a job that I'm perfect for (according to the HR guy). But the economy being the way things are, I'm not going to count on it or hold my breath. The hiring mgr sounded OK, but a bit too cocky, so I think it would definitely be a clash of egos were I on his team. But maybe that's what he's looking for. He said he'd be down to the short-list by next week. So, we'll see.

Randier than a jackrabbit

I don't know if there was something in the water or someone slipped me a viagra in my jamba-juice (I've never had viagra or anything like it in my life, so I'm just hypothesizing here) but Friday, I just could not keep the long ranger corraled. Steel has been coming over about twice a week now, and I knew it was one of "his" days. So, from the moment I woke up I had a raging case of wood. He came over mid-day and said he only had an hour or so since he had to go back to work. I didn't want to waste any time and with little foreplay we just started fucking (we started with him butts up on my bed and me standing from behind). I remembered the last couple times he came over, he was content to just get fucked and not make any effort to jack-off or even cum. This time I asked him, "Hey, do you feel like cumming or is this cool?" He shrugged his shoulders, so I took it as a challenge. I leaned over his back and got close to his ear, my cock stationary but flexing and pulsing inside him, and said, "what's the best way you like to get fucked?" He shrugged again and said, "I like it all." I said in a lower tone, "Come on, man. You have to have a favorite position." He shrugged yet again, so I continued, "Well, this time I want you just to focus on your asshole. Don't worry about my dick, just think about how your ass feels when I'm doing it to you and we can compare positions." I gave him a couple more minutes ramming him from behind. Then I pushed him forward, making sure to follow so my dick stayed inside him. Then straddled him and fucked him prison style; slow strokes first, then really nailing him. "Which one is better, the last one or this one?" "This one, definitely" he moaned. Hmmm...not my favorite position, but I could get off like this if I needed to. I continued in my quest and rolled him over on his side. Bingo. "This one! I like this one!" he offered, with no solicitation this time. I reached around to feel his dick, and sure enough it was hard as a rock. Even though I prefer missionary, I felt benevolent, and fucked him on his side until I shot my load, then he jacked himself off and came shortly thereafter.
OK, now I usually get 2 loads from Steel, and this time was no exception. Within 20 minutes of round 1, I was fucking him missionary and this time not caring if he got off (or even enjoyed it). He took it like a champ and it didn't take me long to shoot my second wad with his legs spread wide like a bitch in heat. Almost right after I came he said he needed to get going back to work or he'd be late. I told him I understood and thanked him for the two great fucks and he left.
Normally, that would be that for the day. But for some reason about 5 minutes after Steel left, I was feeling it again, and BAD. I thought, "FUCK! I just can't empty my balls today!" But as Steel was gone, I wondered if I should just forget it and focus on something else (I had to go to the gym later, and thought that would take my mind off of things). Then I thought I'd try a VERY mediocre fuck that I had a couple weeks earlier who had been messaging me for seconds, but I really wasn't interested. Hey...desperate times, eh? Sure enough, he was grateful for the attention, and said he could be over in 10 minutes. When he got here, I wasted no time and just started fucking him with no foreplay and no mercy; it was all about me getting my dick off again. 3 minutes later while fucking him missionary, I started pumping my load out, and felt the warm jizz from his dick hitting my groin as he was cumming without touching himself. I know he really enjoyed it, but honestly, for my purposes he could have been anyone; I just needed more hole. So, my scorecard: 2 hours, 2 guys, 3 loads.
"OK, NOW I can get on with my day!" I thought. I went to grab a late lunch, then went to the gym and had a GREAT workout. And wouldn't you know it? Just like some siren luring my canoe to the rocks, there was some buffed thuggish Flip cruising me the whole time in the locker room. Interested, I followed him into the showers, then the steam room with my towel on to hide my stiffy. When I got into the steam room, I saw an old creepy man sitting there playing with himself, blatantly (this was not the "gay" gym in SF, this was my regular "straight" one). Although I had never seen him there before, I knew his type and realized he probably brought a tent and canteen with him in that sauna, so there would be absolutely NO way I was gonna have any time alone with the flip. So, I acknowledged defeat and left, now strangely drained for the first time of the day.
Later that night Chef came over since he was having some family issues at his family's place and needed to crash. I was really glad I was drained so I wouldn't have any impulse to try and mess with Chef, since I had made a conscious effort to keep him as a friend and not cross the line anymore. I still find him attractive, but something in our relationship changed to where I look at him now as a relative/close friend as opposed to anything sexual. It was great to see him and visit. Now if I can only figure out what it was that I ate the day before...

Black Jews and other curiosities

No, not talking about Felasha or Lemba. Lemme 'splain: as I was relaxing on Labour Day I started talking online with this one 20-something dude who lives in Sacramento but was in SFO area getting ready to catch a flight to NYC. He sent me this picture: as well as a face pic (not gonna show that one, but he looks like a slender version of Hill Harper, so I'll call him "Hill"). I invited him over, and opened the door just wearing my jockey underwear. He had a smirk on his face as I invited him in. We went to the room and I turned him around with his back to me, put him in a half nelson, and started sucking on his neck, face and ear, nibbling slightly and forcing my tongue to massage its way along his neck. Don't ask why: I'm usually not this passionate with first-time hook-ups, but this dude was HOT!

After a good 5-minutes of lighter foreplay, I thought I should get to see his ass, so I started pulling off his clothes to see he had a belly-button piercing (like the photo; not so much into that tho) and a "star of David" necklace (just like Ron Jeremy). He was down to his bikini style underwear, and I remarked "Damn, I hate wearing those" because in my case they are way restricting and uncomfortable. But when I pulled his down, I saw why he wore them; his big 8 1/2" cock curved down, so it fit snuggly into his banana-hammock (mine would be trying to constantly wrestle itself out of something like that). This guy had 1/2" more than me, but mine looked bigger since I was at full mast. One thing I've noticed about a lot of black guys; their cocks usually "be hangin low", but they don't get much bigger when they get hard. I turned Hill around again and bent him over the bed and dove my tongue into his hole. He clenched his hole, then released it and opened it wide for my tongue to get in deep. He also wiggled his ass around to entice me and show me how much he wanted it. Then he bucked his ass and turned around, grabbed me, and threw me on the bed. Nice...the boy had some balls on him. He then started sucking my dick for a bit, and then turned himself and mounted my face so I could 69 his ass while he sucked my dick. I was having a LOT of fun. While he was sucking me, he put a condom and lubed me up, then spun around and sat on my cock. I usually hate to be "ridden" because most of the time guys fumble and grab at my dick repeatedly trying to get it in themselves, until I get so annoyed that I lose my hard-on. But not Hill; he took it all in on the first try. What a TROOPER! He started riding me slowly, then girating his hips and using his boy-pussy to grasp my cock. After awhile, I thought he gave me a good enough example of what he could do, so guided him to spin on my dick so his back was to me, then I pushed him forward and mounted him. He was now on all fours with his ass in the air while I was straddling him and fucking him up and down like a construction-worker with a jack-hammer. His ass started to meet my thrusts, so I thought, "Damn! this boy can take a pounding. Let's see how far I can go with this." I mounted him from behind doggie style and just started slamming him HARD. I was kind of starteled at how loud the sound of my pelvis slamming into his ass while I rammed my cock into his hole was. I asked him a couple times if he liked it, and if he was OK. He just kept moaning, "yeah, I can take it".

I "broke him down" as we used to say in wrestling, then started fucking him as he lie sideways. That's when I got so deep inside him I hit his "second ring"; his eyes opened wide and he ghasped in shock. I calmed him down, "it's OK dude, just relax. It's open now. You can enjoy it." He swung his leg around me so now his legs were wide open to be fucked missionary. Well, guess what; I just gripped them and spread them even wider so I could pile-drive him. I pounded him hard and deep, and watched his face as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I couldn't believe how much energy I had to keep pile-driving this guy full-force for about 3 minutes, until I felt like I was ready to blow. I told him, "dude, I'm gonna shoot a load deep in your butt. you're gonna take it like a man, right!?" His eyes opened wide like a kid seeing his first "naked lady" and instinctively started jacking his dick off wildly. We both ended up shooting together in a very loud, sweaty and simultaneously intense orgasm. Then I just collapsed on top of him and we both took about 2 minutes just trying to catch our breath.

After a few minutes I looked in his eyes and tried to pull out of him, but his butt-hole still had a tight grip on my cock, which didn't want to get soft either. "Don't be so greedy with my dick, man!" I joked, and we both chuckled as I finally pulled out. I went to the bathroom to wash up and caught myself in the mirror; my abs were TIGHT from all that pile-driving and glistening with sweat. "Damn!" I said, "You gave my abs a workout!" He walked in behind me and started rubbing them, looking at my face in the mirror, "yeah. And you gave my ass a workout." I started to wash my schlong in the sink and asked, "So, what's with the necklace? Are you Jewish, Mormon or Rastafarian?" He nodded, "I'm Jewish". OK, for a second I thought he was joking. This dude looked like an island boy from somewhere in the Caribbean. He must have seen my curiosity and continued, "My mom was adopted. So, we were all raised in Jewish culture." "Ah. Gotcha. To be honest, most Jewish guys I've ever come across aren't into anal. They're very much into oral; blow-jobs and such." He laughed, "Not this one." I turned to face him and grabbed his ass, "Yeah, lucky me." And not to be a hater, but because of this and my previous bad "only oral" expriences, had I known he was Jewish, even by adoption, I probably wouldn't have hooked up with him. Then again, I wouldn't have hooked up with him if he were rastafarian or Mormon either (OK, yes I'm being a major hater on that last one). Hill went into the other room and started to get dressed, then looked at me nodding, "You're pretty hot. I'd definitely like to stick around but I really do need to catch a flight." "Not a problem. Just call me when you get back into town." He walked over and punched me on the chest. "Definitely".

A LONG night (the saga continues)...

Meanwhile, back at the "Cave o' Kev-bo", he wanted to let me know it was OK for me to post the pic of the Trust Fund baby (aka, N.O. "finger-boy") sans face. So here it is: If anyone's heading to New Orleans and wants to coax a hot spoiled-brat "Top" into some anal, let me know and I'll set you up with my good ol' pal to "screen" you.

OK, now on to the rest of Saturday Eve, after boning my second piece of ass at the porn shop, I sped to meet Sven at the BART station (turns out he was early). He had no problem waiting as he was busy "hitch-hooking" on the corner. When I finally got to meet him, the boy was looking FINE. We first went to stroll down Castro, stopping in a couple bars, but just to see the crowd, not really to enter, then to coffee. I had a major Jones for ice-cream but there was only one pretentious "gelato" place on the street and I really didn't feel like getting disappointed from some sort of close proximation to real gelato, and opted to get some drum-sticks from the corner Wallgreens. "You'd think there would be more places selling ice-cream here in the Castro" remarked Sven, which for those of you who don't know is a clear reference to all the heroin fiends located in the vicinity and their propensity to eat ice-cream in lieu of solid foods. Sven and I usually have some very cerebral conversations, but one dead-ended on whether or not Will Wheaton had committed suicide on an "Uh-huh!" "Uh-uh!" note. Finally Sven bet me dinner he had, so since we were in a Starbucks, I hit up some rather geeky looking guys on their computer to go to IMDB and prove to Sven that Will Wheaton was actually very much alive (unfortunately). Turns out Sven was actually thinking of Jonathan Brandis (RIP). From Starbucks, we headed to a couple more clubs, then finally settled into one where Sven recognized a good friend of his that he knew (good guy). I noticed a couple guys checking me out and told Sven and his friend, who then volunteered to "chat them up". OK, here's the weird thing; I was getting a lot of attention (mostly unwanted) that night with guys coming up to punch me in the chest or grab my ass (this is why I don't go out to gay bars). And while both these guys were staring me into bed, once our two groups merged, neither would so much as make eye contact with me. Sven was getting a lot of attention and was reciprocating with one guy (the two were nearly tearing each others' clothes off). Sven's new friend (I'll call him Roadie, since he lives in Rhode Island) was buying everyone drinks...except me (didn't even bother to ask). I thought this was extremely rude, even though I DON'T drink and would have politely said no. But still, that was pretty blatant. I ended up casually walking away from that group to talk to some younger Twinkish guys, who were very interested in Sven and I coming back home with them (but they lived in a land far far away, known as the Richmond, so I opted to stay put). By that time it was closing so I went back to Sven and the new entourage where we were soon directed outside since the bartenders didn't want any laggards. OK, outside Sven's friend had now made his good-byes (he had a boyfriend anyway, so was just playing "touchey-feely" with his new friend in typical San Francisco fag-fashion) so now Roadie's friend (Let's call him Can-fag, as he is a very Canadian gay guy who is obviously bitter that his circuit boy looks have since begun to whither) was left alone. I started to make small conversation with him, to which he perked up and then started gushing all over me. "you're so hot! why don't you have a boyfriend? You could have got any boy in there tonite? why did you seem so disinterested? I thought you were stuck up and didn't want to talk to us..." etc. The fact is I was disinterested as they both seemed extremely shallow, but I would have still been social for Sven's sake.

Since I was the only one with a car and I was getting VERY cold out there in my muscle shirt on the street, I interrupted Sven and Roadie's lip-wrestling contest to coax them all to drive somewhere (at least I could put the heater on). Sven directed us to a part of SF with a great view, but also a strategic place for him and Roadie to "get it on". Meanwhile, I was stuck with Can-fag's bitter rants about how horrible it is to live in SF and how I should go out more since he's never seen me in a club. When Sven and Roadie finally got back to the car after their moonlit adventure, Can-fag finally consented to allowing us all to go back to his place, even though his boyfriend (yup, surprise, surprise) was recuperating from getting some cancerous growth removed from his nose (or "missing part of his face" as Sven privately remarked to me out of ear-shot). Although by this time I was getting pretty annoyed at the drunken back-and-forth "are you sure?" "yeah, I'm sure" between Roadie and Can-fag, we ended up back at their place. I was intrigued to see if this would indeed turn into a four-way with me getting to fuck 3 holes. But what it turned out to be was a big mind-fuck on the part of Can-fag, who had some weird "lord and master" relationship with his best-friend, Roadie. There was a bit of show-and-tell here and there (and neither Roadie nor Can-fag really had anything to tell about), culminating in Can-fag wanting (nay, demanding) Roadie to suck me in the open air of his front porch (this was really borderline "slave" kinda stuff). By this time, Sven was tuckered, and was resting in the guest room, so I told Roadie I'd let him suck me, as long as immediately afterwards he let me fuck him with Sven. Can-fag (note: NOT Roadie) said "OK" as if consenting his slave to be used. I let Roadie taste my dick to get his apetite going. It was a pretty sloppy, drunken suck-job, but I was a trooper for a minute or so, then said, "OK, time to head to bed". After a couple more minutes of drunken banter, Roadie finally made it back to bed, where Sven was pretending to sleep. I pulled Roadie's clothes off (eeesh! This boy definitely looked better with clothes on) and tried to fuck him. And of course, after less than an inch of my cock he bucked and said, "I don't think I can do this. I think 'Can-fag' gave you too much expectation. I don't usually get fucked" etc etc etc. OK, I know what he really wanted: to be kissed, assured, caressed, told he was so "hot" and how good it was going to feel, and that I really was into him- but none off that was gonnna happen. At this point it was 4AM and I just didn't have it in me. So, I just nodded and said, "hey, man. I understand." and got dressed to leave.

I knew Sven was really only pretending to sleep and would have joined in had anything gotten started. But I also knew he was a big-boy and could take it from there. Apparently after I left, Roadie just started taking Sven's clothes off and raping the boy (well, can't rape the willing). And the next morning Sven, Roadie, Can-fag and his recuperating ("hideously deformed" as Sven was fond of saying) boyfriend had a nice post-coital breakfast together. Meanwhile, I was wiped the whole next day from lack of sleep. Sven is great to hang around and I enjoyed the night on the town. I don't really think I could take too many of those tho.

A LONG night...part 1

OK, kids. Sit y'alls black asses down. It's story time. After my weird experience Thursday, I was lucky to talk to my old pal Kev-bo, who was gracious enough to send me some pictures of our wayward adventures and some fun times "way back when". He also told me about his sexploits on his last trip to New Orleans, where he met up with a VERY nice (I saw the pic) blond 20-something trust-fund brat. This guy told Kev-bo he was a Top, but Kev-bo ended up finger-fucking him (with 4, count 'em FOUR fingers) while Kev-bo craddled him in bed, eventually making this blond dude's dick cum all over himself without him jacking off. Well, that's what happens when you hit the spot for 'em. Kev-bo went on and on about how nice and perfect this guy's white ass and pink hole were while he was stretching it. Made me very jealous...but good for Kev-bo : )

Friday, I finally got together with this short but completely buffed Filipino kid in his early 20's (I'll call him Steel, because he definitely had a body and ass made of it). Steel came over, and at first, there was little talking as he had a tough-boy demeanor; I just let him into the bedroom. Then, to test the waters I roughly bent him over the bed, yanked down his pants and started eating out his hairless, TIGHT hole.
His tough-boy personality gave way to a little boy-slut as he spread his cheeks for me to get my tongue in more. Since he wasn't protesting, I got more and more rough with him, putting him into a half-nelson while biting on his ear and rubbing my cock up and down his wet crack. He just let me do anything, so I asked, "You want to get yor butt fucked now, right?" "Yes..." he moaned. "Ok, but you're gonna let me take a few pics of it. Before and afters. Just so you can see how stretched out my dick got you." "OK" he whispered back. So, after some pics of his incredible ass (you be the judge) I went to town and fucked him around the world; doggie, prison, on his side, then flipping him missionary. All without missing a stroke or taking my dick out. One of my favorite things to do is pull my cock all the way out, then slike it back in, but you can only do this when the guy is losened up. Well, Steel never got there, because everytime I'd pull it out, I had to pop it back in and torture his little sphincter. Finally, I just wanted to get my dick off and pounded his hole hard and fast until I shot my wad. I noticed his dick was soft now (it was hard when we started). Some bottoms just like to get fucked and don't need to get off, so I thought it was either this or he was in pain. I gave him a playful slap on the ass then went to the bathroom to wash up. When I came back he was dressing and I spanked him again and said, "hey, where are you going? Round two is coming up." He stifled a laugh and said, "Uh...OK". SCORE! So, I pulled off his pants again, took some "after" pictures of his hole, then rode his boy-pussy a second time. After that, he left and we messaged each other online a couple times. I'm hoping he will be a steady, because I REALLY enjoyed being inside him.
Next day, Sven and I made plans to meet in SF for a night on the prowl. Since the bridge was closed and Sven came in from the East bay, I said I'd pick him up from the BART station. Well, before this, I headed up to SF early and had a good workout. Afterwards, around 8PM, I hit the showers and sauna, which was almost completely infested with trolls of all ages, weights and races; the worst of the worst. But there was one young 20-something slim, white guy with dark hair just sitting by himself with a huge erection. He wasn't jacking, just sitting there with an erection while all the trolls salivated and gawked around him. Being the predator that I am, I managed to make major eye contact with him, but never stroked or did anything lascivous (I was still wearing a towel). Eventually, he got out of the sauna and I followed behind him. As he entered a shower stall, I gave him a slap on the ass. He turned to me in surprise and I just gave him a cocky grin then nodded towards the last shower stall down; one that has maximum privacy. I stepped in, looked back to make sure he was watching me, then closed the curtain. Sure enough, 20 seconds later he came right in. He sat down on the handicap bench and began sucking my schlong. Nice, but what I wanted was a piece of his boyish ass, so I grabbed him by the shoulders to motion him up, then bent him over and started poking his hole with my cock to get the point across (pun intended). He looked back at me and said in a heavy accent, "wait here one minute", then exited. I didn't have a choice but to let him leave, thinking most likely I scared him off and that was that. But a minute later he DID come back (nice!) and quickly opened up a condom he brought with him and suited me up. Now we were rockin! I bent him over again, put some saliva on my dick and his hole, then popped my cock inside him. Dude...NICE! He was slightly taller than me, so I had to keep bending him over and pushing him down lower to get my cock inside him at the right angle. But I found it, and blew my load inside him after about a minute (he came too, just as an FYI). Load #1; mission accomplished. When I was done, I showered (for "reals" this time), got dressed and headed out to coordinate with Sven on what time he would be arriving. Turned out, it was now about 9PM and I still had about 1/2 hour to spare. So, being the horn-dawg I am, I hit the porn shop/arcade on Bush St, where I ended up fucking a lesser quality, but equally satisfying ass. So, load #2 was out of the way. Since this post is long enough, I'll continue the rest of the night in my next entry. Suffice it to say, with two loads out of my balls, and a smile on my face, the night was off to a very nice start.

On the mend

After 3 days of intense pain and vicodin induced stupors followed by bodily horrors too bizarre and repugnant to repeat (anyone who's had a kidney stone knows what I'm talking about) I finally got to a point where I could sleep soundly...roughly 15 hours a day. Somewhere in between my nighly slumber, my daily naps, as well as my naps between naps, the long ranger started getting restless. Even though I didn't feel 100%, I decided to try it out and went online. I got hit up by a 29-year-old good looking Latin guy who had a thuggish quality, even though he was a paralegal by profession. He said he was a top but just wanted to hang out and maybe suck me. He was really hot looking in his pics, and I'm VERY adverse to oral. But because of my condition, I thought I might not be able to perform anyway, so it might be cool just to hang out. He ended up coming over during his lunch break, and just because I was in a "fuck it" mood, I answered the door in sweats and no shirt. He liked what he saw and came in smiling. I didn't know what was gonna happen, but he started stroking my chest, then my dick, which made me pop a boner pretty quickly. We ended up back in my bedroom and he pulled out his dick, which was massive; at least as big as me, but much thicker. He pulled my dick out and started sucking it which was something. Not great, but hey, I hadn't had sex in about a week at this point, so I went with it. Even though he was deep-throating my 8incher pretty well and jerking me to try to make me cum, it wasn't gonna happen. So, I finally coaxed him up to get his pants off. He hesitated, but I said, "hey man, I just want to suck a little bit now." So, he took his pants off, and I immediately went behind him to suck his hole. He moved away, but I was persistent and said, "just let me suck it man, you can stroke if you want. You'll enjoy it." He finally relaxed a little so I could get my tongue inside him. At this point, little by little he bent over so I could get my tongue in deeper. Finally, he was bent over the bed with his ass in the air for me. What he didn't know was that I had saddled up and lubed up my dick with the spit that was falling from his hole. In one quick motion I got up and put my dick in his VERY relaxed hole and popped the head in. He jerked and said annoyed, "Dude, I said I wasn't going to get fucked!" I grabbed his shoulder and held my dick inside him, steady, throbbing, but not pushing it in any further and said, "don't worry, we're not gonna fuck. You liked my tongue in there so I'm just rubbing your hole with my dick in and out a little. Go ahead and jack off. I'll stop as soon as you cum." He took the bait and started jacking off wildly while I just very gently throbbed my dick, only about a quarter inside him tho. Then, I sensed he was getting close because his hole was throbbing then releasing. Right at this point I slid my whole cock in him and started pounding his hole. He grunted and moaned, but never stopped jacking himself. It took me about 20 seconds, and then I started shooting my load while hammering that "Top" dude's ass, now turned into my own personal boy-pussy. Sensing this wasn't going to be a very tender moment, I pulled out and very casually wiped up, looking down at my bed to see if he had cum (he did, so no harm no foul). The air was very tense and he picked up his clothes and got dressed, then exited. Afterwards, I felt pretty cocky (I LOVE fucking "tops") and got some lunch. When I returned to check my messages, he hit me up online:

HIM: not cool
ME: what? you came all over my bed man. pretty sure you enjoyed it
HIM: I tol you I didn't want to get fucked fool!
ME: so why did you let me do it?
HIM: I shouldn't of.
ME: well, you came dude
HIM: it hurt! you fucked me too hard motherfucker!

Usually, with all my satisfied customers, I don't trip on the VERY few (and I mean really few) unsatisfied ones. Anyway, I guess Karma is a bitch. Later that day I had a very awkward and unpleasant dinner with a very good friend of mine. Here's the long story short: we used to date, and I had sex with her twice (yes her)about 6 years ago but we decided we should just be friends. Since I got back from Europe, she dumped her boyfriend (I'm theorizing here) most likely because she thinks there may be hope for us. Over the last 6 years, we've been pretty close, but I've always kept her at arms length whenever I thought she was crossing the line. Well, tonite she took me to my belated birthday dinner and nearly poll-vaulted over the line. She nearly promised me to commit to a "weekend away" with her. I didn't tell her no, but was being purposely evasive. Then she invited herself back to my place, and no excuse would work with her. Even when I told her my kidneys were still not in the best shape for a prolonged evening, she volunteered to "put me to bed". At this point, I told her straight up (hah!) that I really just needed to get some sleep and wasn't in the mood for company. She finally got the hint, and we said good night. Her biological clock is definitely ticking and she sees me as grade-A baby-batter. So, I might just end up losing one of my closest friends for the last 6 years. Yup...Karma.