Sleepover

OK kids, grab your sleeping bags, flashlights and tape-measures; it's time for the first sleepover of 2010. Before this weekend, the last time I saw Norseman was the last week of December when I was up in SF. I called him up and he said he was sitting around at his friend's house, but with nothing much to do. Since he's still living there without his own place, I convinced him to let me take him to a porno theater and get him alone in a booth. Like a champ, he let me bend him over the chair and plow his ass (he whined like a child forced to eat spinach for dinner as I was banging his hole). But now that the holidays were over, we made plans for him to stay over my place last night. We ended up having some AWESOME sex (twice), watching movies (Hostel 1 and 2) and then just sleeping together, which was pretty good, although I didn't sleep as much as I would have solo. I really should have caught a couple of shots of his pink hole pouting from his milky white bubble-butt. I know he would have let me, but I was just too wrapped up in the moment everytime I was inside him. Like I said before, he can get kind of fem and pretentious (his favorite movie is "Love, Valour, Compassion" which says a lot). And he's been adamant about not wanting to date anyone who isn't completely "comfortable" with himself (i.e. that would introduce him as his boyfriend to all friends and family...not gonna happen). So, I'm completely satisfied for now with the occasional fuck-fest.

On the gym front, I finally "broke on through, to the other side". BOOM! Suckaz...(that's my new catch-phrase of 2010, replacing "shake it don't break it"). I've been trying a lot to gain a few more pounds of mass, and can honestly say I'm at 165 lbs now; meaning that's the weight I woke up with this morning. I did it without the help of Trainer, who I ended up not working out with, since he subtly hinted that we'd be working out during his prime client 'slot' and that he'd otherwise be getting paid for his services. And although I was very tempted to say a) "since you're the one who obviously enjoys it more when we have sex, I think we should call it even" or b) "Sure. You can bill me after you loose the love-handles" I diplomatically said "Gotcha. Well, let's just find a time when it's convenient for both of us then". I understand the boy may need money, but I don't want to cross that line with him.

And although I was able to hit my mark by myself this time, I fully appreciate the value of good trainers to some people. My good friend Kev-bo is a case in point: I remember when I went to visit him back in 2007 in Montreal, we both went to his gym, La Cite, where he had a scheduled training session (I worked out alone). First, that is the BEST, most KICK-ASS gym I have ever been to; good equipment, good crowd, swank atmosphere and segregated sauna/pool/jacuzzi area. The only problem I had there was when some smarmy dude there trying to talk to me in French (I don't do French unless it's absolutely necessary) so I just shrugged. Then he asked me in English where I was from, and I said I was Latin. He said in a strong gutteral accent, "Latin women are so hot! Zey are so great in bed." I didn't make any comment or reaction. Then, he continued "I am from Syria." At which point I looked up at him bright-eyed, "No, now Muslim Arab women are FUN to fuck--especially the married ones. Most of them have never had an orgasm, so they're so grateful in bed." (Boom! Sucka...) He wasn't amuzed, and I didn't care and just continued my workout. Anyway, back to Kev-bo just a year prior back in San Francisco, he was lamenting how out-of-shape he felt. And under this trainer, the boy was looking GOOD. In fact, at the time I was probably 10 - 15 lbs overweight, and when Kev-bo and I walked naked to the huge jacuzzi together after the workout, I couldn't help but admire his slight swagger of confidence from his physique. So, I do have an open mind about trainers, but I don't think I'm ready to take the plunge yet.

Lastly, there was a tall lanky 19-year-old kid I fucked a few times back in 2007. He was pretty good in bed, but shortly after the 3rd time got into a relationship with some guy who fucked him over in more ways than I can count on 2 hands. This also left physical issues (hemhorroids) which meant he could no longer bottom. So, going back to guys who have "switched", I could count him among them, although in his case while he says he really likes to fuck as a top, he has often lamented that he misses bottoming for me. Well, turns out this year he is going to surgically take care of his little problem, and made a point of telling me how he'd definitely be up for "trying it out again". I said I'd be more than happy to oblige, and that my friend, Sven would be a great guy to join us, since he's an awesome top AND bottom, which would take the pressure off the kid (i.e. Sven is an expert at making anyone feel comfortable enough to relax). So, Sven, are you up for the first three-way of 2010???