Back from PV

Back from Mexico, and I can say wholeheartedly that it was a freakin' BLAST. My first day heading down to Mexico City started off with a tedious plane-ride surrounded by loud, tasteless trailer trash (I'm talking major obese, tattoo-wearing, biker driving, rat shooting whiskey tango). When I finally arrived, I got to spend some time with old friends I hadn't seen in 5 years. I was really blown away in that Mexico City used to be such an incredibly sexually charged city; you'd see couples kissing, hanging-off each other everywhere. But I guess the whole H1N1 thing really took its toll. There were a few metro stations which had entire platforms full of gay guys cruising. But I only saw a few guys here and there. I did manage to get laid by a guy I had met on the internet by "booking ahead". Nothing too memorable there tho.

While the plane ride from Mexico City to Puerto Vallarta was only 1 hour, I was saddened to see the same trailer trash I had arrived with was going to Puerto Vallarta. But luckily, they would be nowhere in site where I was going. I was picked up at the airport by Ricky and glad to see the boy was doing VERY WELL and almost hadn't aged a bit in 10 years. I stayed in his resort and can't recommend that enough (it's Casa Cupula if anyone wants to know). The hotel was full of gay guys ranging from buffed frat boys to old NYC queens, but they were all rested and happy to be there. My impressions of Puerto Vallarta are this; I never knew there was such a gay corner of Mexico. I'm talking rainbow flags, guys kissing on the beach etc. It was a real shock to me. The down side is there is a prevalent mercenary atmosphere and relationship going on between Americans and Mexicans there. For instance, Ricky constantly had a throng of young Mexican boys around him vying for his attention. In fact, there was a pretty marked caste system going on there; Americans who lived there were at the top (they could offer housing, employment et), Americans who were visiting were next on the rung (they could offer a night out, money, a job abroad), Mexicans who had a job were the next to last (they could offer an introduction to their employer) and the bottom were Mexicans who had no job. Unfortunately, the Americans relished in/perpetuated this system since it's not based on how hot you are but the potential you have to offer which creates a very shallow and superficial environment overall. I got laid once the entire trip at the Golds gym (yup, just as gay there as it is here). But to be perfectly honest I really didn't miss not having sex since I was on sensory overload with good food, good company (Rickie and some other choice contacts), good surroundings and non-stop social activity (dinner parties, bars, gym, beach and occasional volunteer work). All in all, I would HIGHLY recommend Puerto Vallarta, possibly the gayest place south of the US. And Casa Cupula for anyone who wants to experience luxury at Ramada Inn prices.

When I got back to the US, I pretty much made up for all the lack of sex; Steel came over and I got to fuck him like an animal. Then I went to a "night-before-halloween" party dressed as a soccer player and met a guy dressed as a rugby player. He was white, smooth, early 30's, tall and had a high-and-tight haircut. We'd been talking for about 20 minutes when I suddenly popped a very noticeable boner through my shorts. The guy noticed and smiled and said, "I guess you're not wearing a jock-strap." I was feeling just too randy to care so I stepped closer to him and put my hands on his ass and replied, "Nope, I guess you're not either." I looked around and saw none of the other guests were watching us, so I pulled him into the host's bedroom. Within 5 minutes I was inside him and fucking his white bubble-butt doggie-style over the bed. He took it like a champ and let me do whatever I wanted. I finally flipped him missionary style and fucked him until I came. I think he was too drunk to cum, but he definitely enjoyed it.

Then today I met Sven at the gym as he was on his way to a Halloween Haunted House he helps out at. He worked out, but I was just moral support more than anything as I just didn't have the energy. After he left, I hit the shower and although there was one troll in the vicinity, I ended up fucking a 20-something slender Greek guy with a long uncut dick in the sauna. Unfortunately in typical Greek fashion, he was too eager to get his butt fucked and ended up cumming within about a minute, leaving me with a blue balls (it takes me at LEAST 3 minutes to get from soft to spurt). But undaunted, I remembered Hill was coming over as he was on his way to SFO flying out to Bangkok. I waited patiently until I thought he'd be a no-show, which is totally unlike him. But he finally called and said he's running late but wanted to stop by anyway to say good-by. When he got here, I opened the door, and he came in. I just closed it behind him and started undoing his pants, which made him laugh, "what are you doing? We don't have time." I said, "yeah, we do. Just take it like a good boy and you'll have something to remember on the plane." I turned him around, flipped my dick out of my underwear, suited-up and spit on my dick, then eased the long-ranger in his butt-hole as he arched his back to spread open his pucker. It took about a minute to get my whole schlong into his butt, but once we got it in, he let me pump him NICE and HARD against my front door. We both came within 5 minutes (which left me to wipe up the door after he left).

Ahhhhhhhh, there's no place like home.

No news is...

...in my case, usually bad news. Since I don't like to bitch and moan and spread misery, I usually just keep bad news to myself. But in this case, the good news is I'm going to Mexico tomorrow to visit Ricky and have some post-hurricane fun. So, the air silence should not be taken as anything but a long-awaited retreat. Some more good news is Kev-bo has been staying with me and it ended up he was able to spend a lot more time at my place than previously planned with his packed schedule, so I'm happy about that as it's always good to see him.

This week I haven't had much sex (partially due to Kev-bo's visit, but also I think I'm still coming out of the funk). But yesterday, I did FINALLY get some action at the gym. I did my cardio, then went into the steam-room; to my pleasant surprise there were NO TROLLS!!! There were 4 "regulars" who are also into steamroom sex, but they are NORMAL in that they come and go, follow each other out/stay when interested etc. And they respect the fact that if two guys want some privacy they give them a few minutes alone. One guy, a shortish Mexican guy in his 30's was blowing another guy when I walked in on them. I then stepped out to give them some space to finish up and went into the back open stall. The Mexican guy came out and went into the stall directly across from me, so I guess he was more interested in me than the guy he was blowing. I started stroking and so did he. I motioned him to come over to me and he did, and knelt down and started sucking my dick. I let him at it for a minute or so (didn't want to waste precious privacy time before someone walked out of the steamroom or in from the locker room) then pulled him up, suited up my dick with a condom from my kit, bent him over in front of me, got some spit on his hole and my cock and fucked him fast and furious for a couple of minutes until I blew my wad.

I was very satisfied with myself and happy the stars aligned that night to allow for a shower-room fuck at the gym sans trolls. I went home and remembered Kev-bo was off to see "Heart" in concert (he's not only a fan but gets to see them back-stage in person whenever they tour) which meant I had the night alone. I still had some packing and preparation to do for my trip so I thought I'd take advantage of the down-time. But during a break I got hit up by a 21-year-old light-skinned/freckled Latin kid who'd been trying to hook up with me for a month. He was close by so I decided I should take a break from my break and go and bone him. When I got to his place, he was a cute kid, but he had some other dude I'd seen online (never interested enough to talk with tho). He said it would be cool, so I just brushed it off. We went back to his room where there was porn on the TV as well as on a computer the other guy was watching. The kid started pulling my clothes off, then sucking me- badly. This was a harkener of things to come, as he just was not good at sex at all. Why? because he was fumbling, fretting, stepping on me, kneeing me as he frantically changed positions. It was almost like he was tweaking, but I think he was really just bad. Finally I had had enough and told him we were going to fuck (his friend was pretending like none of this was going on and kept staring at the porn in front of him). The kid pulled out a condom and put it on me (I felt his fingernails twice) then proceded to sit on it. To his credit, he did manage to get it inside him, but then began to bounce, grind and moan like crazy; no rhythm, no consistency. It was just bad. I tried fucking him on his back, but the same thing would happen: he'd move around, jerk his body, flail his legs, etc. I was getting very frustrated and told him several times to just relax and not move at all. Didn't work. I tried one last thing, which was to get him on his stomach. Even then, he'd jerk his hips and try to thrust his ass to meet my dick which just caused me lose my traction. He was just plain bad. Definitely the worst fuck I've had in recent memory. I did manage to get off finally, and then just washed up to leave.

I later heard from him online:
"That was HOT. I'd definitely be up for it again"
I responded, "you're a nice looking dude. But I think I'm gonna leave it as a one-time thing".

No need to hurt his feelings there. I guess you either have it or you don't. I hope this guy meets someone equally as cute and cluelessly bad in bed so that they both can't tell the difference. And with that, I will bid y'all "hasta luego" until I get back from Mexico.

Wearing Two Condoms

Back in my University years, I was on a visit to my cousin at UAM in Mexico City. After sitting in on 2 of his classes I wanted to get out and do some running, then went to the showers. While there, I was picked up on by an "older" guy (he was in his late 20's; definitely not a student) in the showers. I remember it was over a year since I had had sex with a guy (my ex, who I had broken up with and sworn off sex with guys shortly after). But this was one of those moments I just really felt too randy to let go, so after he started stroking I got hard immediately. He signaled for me to follow him to some other showers around the corner which were not in use (the lights were off). When I went in, he immediately started sucking me then opened a toilet-kit he was carrying and pulled out two condoms. He put the first one on and I was like "YES! I'm going to Disneyland!!" since not only was I going to have sex...but BUTT SEX- and I was really looking forward to it. Then he opened up the second condom and put it on me. I was like, "Huh???" I was sincerely dumfounded. Then he just turned around and put my cock inside him. "Um...whatever." I thought and just started fucking him. It wasn't like I couldn't feel anything, but it was almost like dry-humping someone through your jeans. Just didn't do it for me. So, I pulled out and started to pull off the second condom and the guy went spastic, grabbing my hand from my dick and said, "No, no, no! Keep it on! I'll make it tight for you!" I shrugged and tried it one more time; same effect. It wasn't a matter of him not being tight, it was just a matter of sensation. So, for a second time, I pulled out and tried to take the second condom off and he did the same thing; grabbing me to stop. Now I said very annoyed and seriously, "Hey, this is MY dick. If you want it inside you we're gonna do it with just ONE condom." He just shrugged and said, "OK, if that's how you want it." and bent over to let me finish up.

Why am I telling this story? Because last week seriously felt like I was wearing a double body condom 24/7. Food didn't taste like much, I didn't have energy for any good workouts, sex was just not that fulfilling and the overall sensation of life was just dulled. By Friday, I was hoping the feeling was residing, but no such luck. I went to the gym and just couldn't get enough energy to get in a good workout. But what made up for it was I walked into the steam room and saw a NICE looking late-30's read-head (he shaved his head, but his body-hair was red) who was in dire need of sex. There were 2 trolls there, but his darting glances trying to make eye-contact told the story. I felt him looking at me and motioned him to follow me from the steam room to the showers. I wanted him to come to a corner stall which was open, but out of eye-view from any in-coming people. He shook his head and led me to the stall right across from it: it had a curtain, but was still visible through the glass, although heavily obscured from a distance. I was weary, but the long ranger was doing all the thinking, so I followed him in. Just then, one of the old trolls walked into the adjacent stall, obviously to watch through the glass. Normally, this would really piss me off, but in this instance, he provided an extra layer of flabby cover to shield my boning from view of anyone else who might be in the vicinity. So, I just put him out of my mind, bent the nice, white dude with the glistening pink-hole over and fucked him. My energy level was not the highest, coupled with the fact that I was a bit nervous. But managed to pound his ass until I came (so did he). This should have been an EXCELLENT fuck, but as I was still walking around with my double-full-body-condom it was just OK.

Later that night, I got home and was messaged by a 20-something blond visiting flight attendant who wanted an anonymous fuck at his hotel. While anonymous fucks can be hot, it also means there is something wrong with the guy who wants them. The fact that this guy had 4 different ass pictures on his profile who were obviously of 4 different guys (1.I'm an ass-man and 2. I'm not fucking BLIND)

should have told me something. But I did like his face and body pic, so I decided to go for it. Here's the thing, normally I'd be driving over there with a hard-on, but since I'm still in my state, I knew I'd be able to perform once I got there, but my dick wasn't reacting to the thought of it. Anyway, when I got to the hotel, the door was open and the room was dark so I walked in. But being the "been-around-the-block" kinda guy I am, I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the light so I'd at least get a look at the guy who was soon to have my cock inside him. Just as I thought, bent over the bed, ass up, was the guy from the pic below, only he was about 20 lbs heavier than in the body pic he sent. And NONE of the ass pics above belonged to him (the closest would be the first, but since this guy was barely 3" when fully erect, that even rules that one out). Now, here's the thing: I totally wouldn't have cared, cuz all I need is a nice round ass, and blond guys with white asses are a definite plus. But this guy obviously had severe body issues since he had lost his figure/unable to deal with the reality of his current physique and was ashamed of anyone seeing him, hence the "anonymous". BTW, since he sent out fake pics with the intent to deceive, here is his real pic as a public service msg. So, "caveat fornicator." Long story short, I gave him what he needed doggie-style, on his stomach, and finally on his back/missionary (although he protested, most likely so he didn't have to show his belly).

Last story is that it was my friend Chef's birthday the next eve. His best friend since highschool is this hairy ogre of a guy, who to me has the personality of amonia-flavored mouthwash. But one thing I have to hand him is he is 100% straight and Chef is openly gay, but he has remained his best friend. The ogre opened up his house to have the party; 8 gay guys and 5 straight people (including 2 women). The straight people left around midnight, at which point the ogre said, "OK, I'm not gonna spend the rest of the night in surrounded by gay guys. Let's go hit the bars." So, Chef, his boyfriend and the rest of the crew (minus yours truly) spent the rest of the night (straight) bar-hopping. I'm telling this story I guess to essentially "date myself" among my readers. I was definitely raised in a different generation, and am not "out". So, to this day I heavily segregate my gay and straight friends. There have only been a very few cases where I've invited some select gay friends to interact with my straight ones, and only when I'm 100% sure they won't flame out or be detectable in any way. That's just me. But more and more these days I'm finding that among people born after 1980, this is just a total non-issue. I guess I'm still just old school.

One final (yes, I know) update: Will has turned out to be a total flake. Yup, small wonder: what part of "pot-head" did I NOT understand? Anyway, I'm really hoping this full-body condom will dissolve by itself soon. Mexico will not be fun if I have to wear it while I'm there.

Viva La Funk

There are several things going on in my mind these days; namely upcoming events that I'm really looking forward to: Chef having a birthday party this weekend, Kev-bo coming out to visit later that week, My trip to Mexico to see Ricky, and finally, I haven't decided 100% on this, but I may head to LA to try and do an intervention with my Ex (not my idea). Because of the anticipation it's been getting harder and harder to get to sleep even after I'm long under the covers. When I do wake up in the morning, it feels like I'm in a deep funk, and during the daytime these past few days I've really not had much energy, and maybe this also has been adding to my fierce bouts of self-examination and introspection.

I got a few messages from the 19-year-old guy I de-virginized the other day. And of course I was nice, but non-commital as I really don't want to see him again. I'll just manage that to make sure he gets the point but feels good about himself. Will has also been messaging me a lot as he's on his tour of the US and doesn't get back until Weds. I'm REALLY looking forward to that. Aside from him being a sporadic pot-head, I think I could handle taking him on as a steady fuck-bud. We'll see.

I met another flight attendent online, but this guy lives on the East Coast. He's half-Spanish half-Puerto Rican (don't get me started on how many Latin American guys say they're "half Spanish"), mid 30's, and this guy has a freakin' PYTHON hanging between his legs if the pictures are accurate (he's a bottom, so I'm assuming they are). We've been talking on the phone for a couple weeks now, and although I don't like long internet or phone conversations, he's been an interesting guy to talk to if nothing else. We've left it that after I get back from Mexico he'll either fly out here or fly me out to wherever he happens to be to meet in person (hey, it's free for them, so no harm no foul if it doesn't work out).

Finally, I had an extremely irritating fuck today with this guy: . It started around 11am when he messaged me and finally, we settled on him coming over. I asked him specifically how long it would be and he said 1/2 hour. OK. An hour goes by and he's a no-show. I didn't care enough to ask for his number so I just blew it off and at 1:00pm decided to grab some lunch. Right as I'm ordering at the restaurant, I get the call from him saying he's on his way. I said, "Uh...way to what? I'm at lunch right now." He sputtered and feigned an apology saying he got tied up and asked if it was still OK. I said, we could try after I'm done eating and we decided on 2:30pm...which came and went. This time I had his number on my phone, but once again, I just really didn't care enough to pursue this. And the day went by: I went to the gym, did some errands, got home, watched "Another Gay Movie" (lame humor, but kinda hot at the same time). And of course at 10:00 I get another call from him asking if he can come over now. At this point, I was very specific and asked, "what time will you be here exactly. I don't want to wait up all night." "I can be there in 20 minutes" he responded, so I acquiesced and let him come over. Of course, he arrived at 11:30.

When he got here, he was a few years older than the pics he has online, but I just wanted to fuck at this point. But I also metered my anger level to make sure I wasn't too much of a dick. That didn't last long. When I got his clothes off and bent him over, I tried to get his ass (the one asset he had going for him) wet with my tongue, but he was just squirming around and moaning everywhere. I tried physically restraining him with my hands on his hips and tell him to hold-still, but even then he'd just writhe on the bed. I was like "fuck this!" and just grabbed the profo from the dresser, suited up the Long Ranger, put some spit on it and shoved it up his hole. He squeeled and moaned, bucking and squirming, but now I not only had my hands grabbing his hips, but my dick burried in his ass to keep him steady; it worked. He was small enough that I could lift him up and just impale him on my dick from behind, which I did over and over. He was enjoying it, but getting more and more girly and effeminate, asking, "do you have any lube we can use?" I said, "Yup. but you're not getting any" and proceded to pound him hard. Then I flipped him on his back and of course his little pecker was rock hard, and I began to shove my cock in him missionary until I shot my load. I let him know I came and even though he had irritated me, he did open his legs nice and wide so I could get a good orgasm out, so I felt like being a gentleman. "Do you want to come?" He nodded and started jacking off whining for me to fuck him harder.

Normally, this would be a turn-on, but his voice was just getting so sickeningly effeminate that I was losing my erection after about 5 minutes of that. Then he asked, "Can we do it doggie?" "Fine" I said emotionlessly and callously yanked my dick out of him and flipped him on his knees. I handed him some lube thinking it would help him cum faster, and he poured it onto his dick and hand. I roughly jammed my semi-hard dick back inside him and started fucking again. His moans and squeels were getting so obnoxious, so I asked, "are you close?" he nodded and said, "Uh-huh. Keep going" so I did, for yet another 5 minutes, then asked him again, "Dude, ARE YOU CLOSE?" He nodded and said, "yeah. Fuck me harder." OK, now I realized what was going on, he had NO INTENTION of cumming. He was just a little cock-whore bottom who just likes to get fucked for as long as he can take it. So, I said, "OK, you have one more minute." and kept fucking. He gave a puzzled, "Huh?" to which I responded, "30 seconds". Then counting backward from thirty, when I reached zero I yanked my dick out of him and said, "Time's up." then went to the bathroom to flush the profo and wash up without a word. When I came back I threw a towel at him and said, "use that if you want to wash up". He took the hint and got dressed and left without another word.

Yup, I was a dick. Yup, I CAN be a dick. But here's a case of someone who deservied it.

Another Week, Another Virgin

I know my posts these days are sounding more and more introspective, and maybe it's because I've been listening to too much Schiller but today has been pretty heavy. Since the revelation that my former Frat-boy/Rich kid/VP Ex is now a crack-head, I had a sharp desire to see his face. But I don't just have pictures of him lying around, nor is he "visible" on the internet. So, I went looking into the vault, and as the Pet Shop Boys said, I came across a cache of old photos. One sultry afternoon when I was 19, my ex and I had taken them on a total whim after we had both come home from a workout since we were both kind of impressed on how hot we were at that particular moment. They really were cool pictures; some of just him or me, but others of us both since his camera had a timer. They weren't pornographic, but because we were both so into each other at the time, each picture was seething with eroticism. Looking at my 19-year-old lanky, tough-boy physique with an expression on my face just for my ex, as if to say, "one more picture, dude. Then you're gonna get fucked." DAMN! There is so much I want to say to that 19-year-old kid.

I mentioned in my previous post how it's been a long time since I'd de-virginized anyone up till very recently. Well, lightning struck twice, since just over the weekend I hooked-up with yet ANOTHER 19-year-old kid who I met on-line. He's Mexican, tall, a bit pudgy around the waist but had bubble-butt which made up for everything. As we were talking online he said he was only into jacking-off and oral (saying he loved to suck dick) but that anal sex was absolutely out. The messaging conversation lasted WAY too long for my taste as he kept asking really annoying questions (how thick? how much are you going to cum? do you like Latin guys?) even AFTER I had given him my address and phone number to the point where I finally said, "dude, this is taking way too long. Just forget about it. Enjoy the evening." Then I logged off and decided to hit the jacuzzi. As I was changing, my doorbell rings and it's him (he had sent me a picture of himself when he was MAYBE 16). I said, "Hey, didn't you get my message?" "No. So, what's up?" he responded cluelessly, as it was pretty obvious he had. I don't like being caught off guard or played, so this put me in a kind of sour mood to start with. But I let him come in and lead him to the "boning lair".

He was VERY nervous and chatty, making really stupid clueless comments and asking even dumber questions which was putting me off. So, I just flopped out my dick and thought that would shut him up. It didn't. He started sucking me, but not very well. And he kept talking throughout ("I like how your dick bends up like that. I saw this one porno with this one guy who had a dick I really like. I like internet porn, but I don't have a good connection at home. Sometimes I try to use the library computer but end up doing homework..."). I had to muster all the patience I could to hold his mouth shut and say calmly but cooly, "Hey...dude. Just suck my dick, OK? The less talking the better." Thankfully, he got the hint, which lead me to believe he would take other orders just as well. I motioned him over to get on the bed and lie on my back. I tried to suggest/motion/guide him to get on top of me in a 69 position but he just wasn't getting it, so I gruffly commanded, "Turn your ass around towards me and suck my dick. He did, so while my cock was in his mouth he tried to put HIS dick in mine. Wasn't gonna happen. I kept moving his dick away so that I could get a close look at his hole through that nice bubble-butt. Unfortunately, he was not very clean, so I didn't want to put my tongue in him. But I did want to get inside him. This was my mission.

I wet my thumb with my saliva and started rubbing his hole. He immediately jerked and came up from my dick and said, "No, dude. I don't do anal!" Pshhh. No wonder he didn't clean his ass; it was his "defense shield". I responded matter-of-factly, "if you want to keep sucking my dick, just let me play around a little. If not we're done." He hesitated, then started on my dick again. Bingo. After about 5 minutes I was not only rubbing his hole but putting 2 fingers in his extremely tight pucker to massage his prostate, which he seemed to like. "I've never had anyone's finger inside me before." he said, but he couldn't see my smirk as I thought, "yeah, well, today you're gonna get more than that by the time we're done." I flipped him around on the bed, now he was lying on his stomach while I kept fingering him. Little did he know I was also suiting up, and when the long ranger was ready, right as I pulled my finger out, my cock went in. He jerked and cried out, "Ow! Ow! Ow! That hurts, I don't want to get fucked, man!" But I was lying right on top of him and straddled him so that he couldn't turn or push me off. "Dude! Relax!" I commanded, "I'm just putting the head in. I'm not even going as deep as my fingers were." He kept saying louder how it hurt and that he told me earlier he didn't want to get fucked. I replied, "just let me find that same spot I was rubbing with my fingers. If you don't like it I'll pull out. Just relax." He didn't say anything but at least he stopped his whining. I slid my cock in a little more; just enough to rub the prostate (about 3 inches in). I started rocking my hips and speaking soothingly now, "see? that's not so bad, right? It's like your butt-hole's getting a massage is all." Now he started whining, but this time because he liked it. Little by little my cock was inching its way inside him, until finally after a LOT of work I was all the way in.

Although he was annoying at first, I was fighting my urge to butt-slam him and continued to take it easy. I eventually flipped him over so I could fuck him missionary and felt that his dick was fully erect (he wasn't that big, maybe 4 or 5 inches). I said, "how's that feel?" He whined, "It hurts." I said, "yeah, but your dick likes it. So, you must be enjoying it." He moaned unintelligibly and I just kept fucking him missionary. Now I was getting faster and his moans were getting louder and deeper. Then, I found my rythm and told him, "dude! I'm gonna cum now!" He responded in a bewildered tone, "inside me?" And then I just let loose and came like a wildcat. After I was done I stayed inside him for about a minute and asked, "do you want to cum now?" He replied a bit puzzled like he didn't know what to do. "Um...sure." I said, "OK. then just jack your dick while I keep fucking you." He did, and within about 4 minutes he shot his load and hit himself in the face with it.

OK, here's the tender moment scene of my story: after I was finished, I pulled out and washed up (remember, he was NOT clean) and handed him a towel to do the same. Then it was like the return of "chatty Cathy", but this time it was "I never thought I'd have anal sex. I'm always just oral. You're negative, right? That felt weird; almost like taking a dump. How big did you say you were?" My immediate urge was to tell him to shut up and get the hell out. But in that instant, for some reason I remembered a picture of me as a 19-year-old kid that I had seen earlier that day. Not that I was this annoying or clueless, but I thought I should give him the benefit of being 19, and losing it at this moment. I came out from the bathroom with a grin on my face and said, "wow! for someone who just came you sure have a lot of energy." I let him talk on and on for about 5 minutes, answering his questions and trying to act interested. Then I started getting dressed and said, "Well, that was really nice, man. It was great we finally met up. I actually have something to do just down the street" (i.e. get in the jacuzzi). "but thanks again for coming over." He started dressing too, and FINALLY left, saying, "well, you have my number. So, if you ever want to get coffee or do lunch sometime give me a call." I nodded and said, "Sure. I'm pretty busy so don't take it personal if it doesn't happen too soon. But we'll definitely be in touch." Doubtful, but no reason to spoil his moment. Virgins.

Last quick story: I was at the gym this eve and there was barely ANYONE there; most importantly- NO TROLLS! NONE. NINHUM. Unfortunately, I really didn't have the energy to do a good workout and only managed half my usual routine before sputtering out and heading to the steam room. In the showers, I saw this blond kid (probably 20 max) who I see from time to time working out. He has a good upper body, but slight baby-fat around the waste. I'd never made eye-contact with him, but noticed he was now really checking me out (I was the only other person in the locker room). So, I walked past him in the showers and went into the steam room. Seconds later, in he comes. Now, I was pretty sure he was into some steamroom action, but I wasn't just gonna whip my schlong out from my towel, just in case I got my signals wrong. So, we did the mutual reaching under the towel thing until I was sure he was into it, then I pulled my towel off and started stroking it. He jumped from the other side of the steamroom and sat down next to me and started stroking me. Because he was so young and I had never seen him mess around in the steamroom before, I really didn't know where this would go. So, I knew that I should take things VERY slow and ease him into it. While he stroked me, I started massaging his chest, then his shoulders. His dick was pretty small; like maybe 4 inches max. So, I slid my hand down it like I was going to play with his balls, which I did for about a minute. Then I tried to make my way under them to find his hole. He jumped and smacked my hand away and then motioned it back to his chest. OK, message received. Just then someone came into the shower area and he hastily took his hand off my dick to wrap himself in his towel. I took this opportunity to leave. It was cool knowing this hot blond dude likes cock afterall. But I just can't get off from hand-jobs. So, such was my weekend.

Confirmation

Noooo, not THAT kind of confirmation. Lemme 'splain...

I'm pretty sure I'm not alone in the universe when I say I have a very bad habbit of second-guessing my instincts, which are actually very good. And even though I know I'm 99% sure of something, just because all the facts plus my gut is telling me something, I always look for that confirmation to put the matter to rest. Here's an example: I met the first guy I ever had sex with (and who would later be my first boyfriend) when I was in college at a frat party (he was the "house master" and looked, talked and acted like Keanu Reeves). There's much more to this story, but suffice it to say after I broke up with him, we lost contact for about 12 years (this was right before the age of the internet). Since he was a spoiled rich kid from LA and always drove nice cars, nice suits, nice houses (3 at one time) and had a good job (became a VP of a well-known consulting firm) I'd just assumed he went on to greater things. While I was in Europe this last time, he found me on the internet and we emailed a few times culiminating in him saying how cool it would be to meet up again. I told him I'd be back in the US in a few months and we could definitely make plans. But he was always very evasive and sporadic in his communication, and didn't have a cell-phone as it turns out. So, I thought two things: 1. he's so wrapped up in his job that he doesn't have much free time or 2. he has severe issues with substance abuse or mental problems. The more I analyzed the situation (no cell phone and no internet "foot-print" was a big giveaway) I realized it was most likely the latter. But I guess I didn't want to believe that someone who for good or for bad influenced me and affected me at one point in my life would fall so low, so I always left a room for the shadow of a doubt (maybe I was completely wrong). Well, another long story, but the wrap-up is that I got confirmation yesterday that he is indeed a rock-bottom, couch-surfing, chrystal-meth addict; the LAST person in the world I would have ever suspected, but unfortunately once again my initial instincts were correct. And I'm bummed out because of it.

I got a few emails about the video I posted about the dude that I fucked that turned out to be in porn, doubting that I knew him. Well to all you doubters, haters and baiters, yes, I actually do. And I still have his number. And no, you cannot bait me into giving it to you just to "prove it" to you. If you are really so desperate to contact him, I can forward your contact info to him and just leave it at that if he's intersted. And just to blow your minds even further, here's yet another story involving porn, sex parties, Eurotrash and plastocene (actually there's no plastocene in this story):

Back in the early part of this decade when I was living in the UK, there was a couple named Diego and Bernie who lived North of London and had some amazing sex parties (yes, I remember what I said about there not being sex parties that were "half as good" as the ones during 1999, but I meant in the US). Diego was a flight attendant or "trolly dolly" as they call them in the UK (they are so faggy sounding over there) and in his early 40's at the time whereas his boyfriend, Bernie was the typical "old English queen"; mid-50's, effeminate, bitter and controlling. So, since he was too repugnant to actually entice young guys to have sex, he decided to do the next best thing, which was to open up his house to young guys to have sex all around him and watch. And they were VERY selective and restrictive on who would come. Yes, "British hot" is still a few notches below what is considered hot in the US, but still, they were hot, and the "bouncer" at the front door was constantly calling Bernie over when someone who had either sent a fake or very old picture tried to sneak their way in (Bernie would usually just confirm what the bouncer's opinion was and say simply "Ta" and walk back to the party). And these parties were so big that people would actually fly in from as far away as Greece to attend. I went to about 6 the entire time I was living in the UK and ALWAYS ended up fucking from 6 - 20 guys a night (note: not cumming that many times, but yeah. It was HOT).

Around 2006 they stopped doing them (I was already back in the US by then) and decided to apparently take another path: porn. Diego used to be pretty hot and buffed, but has since become quite haggard looking (you can be the judge). Yet another friend of mine in Italy has actually gone into porn as well and is apparently getting quite a following now. He sent me this link showing Diego in action (he's the darker bald guy in the second scene; Bernie is the smarmy effette voice you are hearing off-camera.



As an aside, when I saw the second scene in the video I can't tell you how many asses I fucked in that very same bedroom (minus either of the hosts, since Bernie was repugnant and Diego was...well, Spanish). This leads to my last point: I noticed on Diego's shoulder he has one of those "Bio-Hazzard" tattoos. I know in the gay community here in CA (specifically in SF) that it means one is HIV+. A quick funny story is a TOTALLY straight former roommate of mine from Switzerland for some strange reason liked that design and got one for himself a few years back. When he came to the US (SF) last year on a visit, he was SO LIVID when he found out what it meant. Ahhhh, those clueless Euros. So, I'm guessing Diego is now HIV+ and going for that niche-market of conversion-porn for people who like watching young boys get infected by older, creepier HIV+ guys. Nice. Good on 'ya, Diego. Si algun dia lees este mensaje, ya es superevidente que eres un españolín típico que no entiende ni siquiera merece nada de respeto, honor ni valor humano.

Yet another confirmation of what I'd always thought of the both of them. And I'm done.

Confessions of a Bareback Flop

About a year ago a friend of mine sent me a link to a blog of a guy who got mild notorioty due to the fact that he boasted about stealth barebacking unsuspecting bottoms, tricking others to let him fuck them, and a bunch of other provocative stories. I can say as a total top, that after reading them, I think there is some truth to some, a LOT of embellishment in others and out-in-out lies in the rest. This was confirmed when due to the fact that it is an extremely small gay world out there, while I was in NYC one trip I ended up hooking up with someone who had been with him (a so-so fuck, but a nice guy). He gave me very graphic details of the "confessions" blog writer (the guy is out of shape, in his early 30's and barely has 6", as opposed to everything he writes in his internet Manhunt profile under the name "invidioso"). I even saw his online pictures from about a year back, and he hasn't changed them since, which leads me to believe they were years old even back when I saw them. He's since taken his blog down, but just a quick note to all of you out there; what comes around goes around. When you don't treat your bottoms with respect and lie to everyone, there's always an angry bottom out there who will want to expose you. So, consider this tale a warning.

I am also warning myself here, since I have been having a similar situation lately. About a week ago I met and hooked up with this one guy who I'll call Lou, since he looks and acts like Lou Diamond Phillips circa 1988. Lou is Filipino, but of the thuggish variety (buffed body, last name tatood on his back, shaved head etc). And though he had a slight accent (been here for 7 years) he was NOT a FOB or clueless, and we actually had some very long and decent conversations. To be honest, I thought the friendship connection was much stronger than a sexual one, but he started getting very passionate, and I guess the Long Ranger just needed it, so we started going at it and eventually I fucked him. Lou wasn't very good at it, but he did let me do it and I got off. Afterwards, I found out why; he was a virgin. Now, 10 + years ago I was devirginizing guys (and women) a lot, to the point where I lost track. But to the best of my knowledge, before Lou, the last dude I devirginized was the Wigger a couple years back, so I just didn't pick up on it until after it happened. And Lou went ON and ON about how good that felt at the end, and how he was sorry it took so long to get inside, and how he never thought he'd let another guy do it to him etc etc etc. I know this was not a fake/rehearsed line as the boy really had trouble at first. The point is, since that night, Lou has been really crushing on me. I have been talking to him on the phone, and he even stopped by once, but I made up an excuse for not having sex again even though he really wanted it. I'd like to be friends with him because he really seems like a nice guy, but it also feels like he is going through that cherry-popping thing and really wants a relationship with me since he feels it was "special".

I don't want to be a dick, especially to someone who doesn't deserve it. I know all about Karma, AND I don't want to lose my rep as a GRADE-A bottom-pleasing top. But at the same time I don't want to give Lou any false hope. I guess at the same time, I'm kind of pissed at myself in that other than small stupid reasons which really don't add up, I SHOULD be attracted to Lou and don't understand why I'm not.

Going south

When I think back to the best years of my life, I'd have to say 1989, 1999 and 2003 in that order. There was something VERY interesting about 1999 in that since there was a simmering fear and anticipation among the general population that the turn of the millenium would bring about the total collapse of human civilization, it seemed as though there was an electricity in the air that provoked people to have fun and let loose. In other words, there were some MAJOR sex parties going on. And unlike the sex parties of today where you either need to be into drugs, bareback gangbangs, fisting, water sports, leather etc, the parties back then were just hot guys having incredible sex. I swear, since 1999 I have not been to a sex party that I thought was half as hot.

Why am I bringing this up? Well, back in 1999 I met a "partner in crime" so to speak who I'll call Ricky, since he looked like a much better looking Ricky Schroeder. Ricky made a ton of money when Microsoft bought his company in the mid-90's and bought 2 houses in Ashbury Heights in SF; one of which he made into a major party-pad for the A-gays of SF. Since he'd invite me to these types of parties, I'd reciprocate and invite him to the many sex parties going on, which were strictly by invitation only (they were THAT good). Ricky was a hot fuck himself, and a pretty insatiable bottom. As I said, after 2000 things changed; the guy who threw most of the sex parties moved to Palm Springs, Ricky started traveling to Mexico more and more (he's a total bean queen) and eventually got a boyfriend, and I moved to the UK, so we all kind of lost touch. But since I've been back to the US this last time, I reconnected with Ricky to find out he had sold his houses at the height of the market, built a gay resort in Mexico and moved there. When he first invited me, I kind of blew it off as the sort of thing you just have to say to old friends. But since he became more and more insistent, I decided to take him up on it and booked a flight for later this month. I haven't been back to Mexico (if you don't count Tijuana...which I don't) for 5 years, so I'm both nervous and excited about it. As it turns out, this is going to be a pretty busy month as my friend Kev-bo will also be visiting the week I leave. Plus another friend of mine may be visiting from Venezuela next week.

I guess since I'm still not working I should start enjoying myself more. And now, for no apparent reason, Ladies and Gentlemen...the Pet Shop Boys: