Wearing out a bottom

There's a dude I've fucked a few times over the years; Guatemalan, buffed, early 30's, kinda thuggish face. But nothing to write home about as far as sex because he's one of those "race to the finish" kinda guys; meaning as soon as my dick is inside him he's jerking his dick to cum as soon as he can. The last time we had sex was about 5 months ago, and I told him I was unimpressed because like a dog, I want to take my time. He's been hitting me up like crazy, so this last Friday I consented, saying the condition was that he gave me 1 hour to use his ass any way I wanted--no questions asked (and this included getting some pics of it for my loyal viewers : ). When I got to his room, there was porn on his wide screen and on his laptop...whatever. I was more into what his mouth and hole had in store. I bent him over his chair, took some pics, mounted him and gave it to him from behind for a good 10 minutes. I did it like this so he'd have to hold the chair to stay upright and not be able to touch his dick. After awhile, he pushed me out of him and said his stomach was feeling weird and that he needed to use the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and said, "Sure. go for it," and with that he was gone for about 10 minutes while I was left with my stiff dick surrounded by porn. He finally came back out and said, "I don't think this is gonna happen." I got behind him and said, this will take less than a minute," and I plunged my stiff cock into his butt-hole, humped him for about 20 seconds and shot my load. After that I went to clean up and dress; he was very apologetic and said "next time, I promise we'll have more time and I'll prepare." I was like, "yeah, yeah." Heard it.


The next day I made plans with some friends to go to the Exploratorium in SF. An odd thing to do for adults, but still, it was fun in a second-childhood kind of way. After we had finished the tour and gotten a thorough refresher on how sound-waves work (moreso from the screaming kids than the actual exhibits) most of the crowd wanted to go to a pub in the Marina district. Since I don't drink much (and I can only handle so much of that particular crowd for so long) my friend and I decided to leave them and head to get some ice-cream at a place that we'd both heard of but never been. The ice-cream there was EXCELLENT (it was actually gelato) and came in very exotic flavors--including Durian. Since my friend had never tasted Durian (I had and since everyone has their own description, I'll add mine: a mix of garlic and sweaty socks) I convinced her to try a spoonfull of it with me. She didn't enjoy it at all (neither did I), but we had fun and it's now something she can say she's done.



After I drove her back to her car, she took off, leaving me to wonder if I should stick around in SF to get some boning done. I thought I'd give it the college try and started calling from my "black book", but with no luck. I also made tentative plans to see my former friend, DJ as we were now talking again on facebook, so I decided to follow through and meet him at his place. To my disappointment, life had not treated this boy well, dispite all the posts and news to the contrary he'd been telling the world. He was essentially living in section 8 housing in a flea-bag hotel; all the occupants were ho's, recovering crack-addicts, or crack-addicts...and unfortunately DJ embodied all 3. When I got to the hotel (I had to sign in and show ID to go to see him) we said casual hello's, but I could tell he was in a mood. After 3 minutes of really insignificant small-talk, he mentioned he had a friend coming over with some crack to smoke. I didn't want to be around or have anything to do with it, and I think he saw it in my eyes and said, "want to go for a walk? I have to take the dog out." So, we ventured out of Crack-central down to the corner of Crack and Ho, where DJ got some cheap food at a convenience store. We exchanged some words along the way, but he was essentially dead inside. Nothing could or will bring him back. When we got back to his place, I told him I'd need to take off, and we shook hands. DJ, you were dealt a bad hand in life, but you had so many chances to walk away a winner. And Sven, regarding what I told you earlier: ABORT! ABORT! STAND DOWN!!!



After my encounter with DJ, I thought I definitely needed to get the adrenaline pumping, so I went to the gym. After a NICE workout, I hit the showers and steamroom, where it took less than five minutes to get hit on by a lanky-toned black guy with a shaved head (after I sat down, he sat down right on the bench under me and then turned his head to face my cock). I let him suck me for awhile, then lifted him off and said, "I want to fuck. Is your ass up for it?" His eyes widened and he responded, "yeah. where?" I motioned him to follow me to the end of the showers (I should have a prison tally-system somewhere in there by now). He was a bit cautious at first, but finally let me get inside him and just pump his butt as hard, fast, rythmic and finally animalistic as I wanted. His hole really gripped my dick, especially when he knew I was ready to cum to give me that extra suction. Nice guy.



This leads me to today, Sunday, where I spent the day with assorted family members from out-of-town (luckily not staying with me this time). This evening I did get a guy in his early 40's with a TOTALLY kick-ass buffed body and white muscular bubble-butt ass to come over. His face was nice for his age, but he totally spoiled the mood after he came in and said, "I just found some "G" in my car that I thought I'd lost a few months ago. Are you into "G"?" I shook my head flattly and said, "nah man. I don't think this is gonna work out" and then as if to appease me, he dropped to his knees and started sucking my cock through my sweatpants saying, "No problem. Not a problem." I was thinking, he was a loser, but hey, I REALLY wanted to fuck that ass, so I let him go ahead and proceed. Long story short, he was a great fuck, but he didn't cum (like I care) because it turns out he was already stoned (loser). And just as a point of irony, this "G"-guzzling stoner is a professor of ethics, comparative religion and history at a local University here. So, Mom's and Dad's; if you were ever wondering where your children's tuition money is going, now you know. Anyway, I got what I wanted, so the long ranger was happy and I could now look forward to another lucrative yet tedious workweek to come.