Beach Boning

Huntington Beach, that is. My first work-trip was this last Wednesday to So Cal in Orange County; a place I'm VERY familiar with. From SFO airport I "booked ahead" online (vigilantly looking around me to make sure no one got too close to see the multitude of dick and ass pics on my computer screen from this particular site) and settled on a 20-something white guy who was mid-way between John Wayne airport and Huntington Beach (my destination). I finally made it to his apartment (very swank) and he let me in. He was a tall, lean and lanky white guy wearing shorts, t-shirt and a baseball cap. He let me in and immediately started asking if he was my type, if I liked submissive bottoms, if I had a bottom-boy back home etc. Anyone who knows me understands how much I hate the "20 questions" game before sex. So, since he mentioned "submissive bottoms" I just grabbed his shorts, pulled them down (he was wearing a jockstrap), then pushed him down on my dick to shut him up by sucking my cock. He started sucking me and jacking me; his eyes wide as he said, "you're huge! I love your cock." Believe it or not, this is usually a BAD sign.

After a few minutes, I was definitely done with his blow-job and wanted to put my cock in his butthole. But every time I tried to pull him off, he would moan like a spoiled kid. Finally, I had enough and told him it was time for him to get fucked and pulled him up then bent him over his couch (the widescreen TV showing porn let me know we weren't gonna leave the living room for whatever reason). He looked at me and said, "I'll be your bottom. But I don't get fucked bare. You need to put on a condom. There's one on the table there." Without a word, I walked to the table, put my cock in front of his face but just out of his reach and put the condom on so he could get a good view of what was going inside him. Then I walked behind him and just as I was about to pop it in, he asked, "do you mind if I put some lube on?" OK, NOW the questions and his voice in general were getting really annoying. Why didn't he just get some fucking lube out? So, I snapped, "Dude, do whatever the fuck you need to do. I'm ready to fuck now." He got off the couch and got out some lube and smeared it on his hole, thinking he was enticing me. And of course he asked, "you like that?" I answered by grabbing him and putting him back in the butts-up position and sliding my dick in. I started pumping him slowly, but he was turning his waist around to one side to prevent me from getting all the way in. He also kept reaching behind every 30 seconds or so presumably to check to see the rubber was still on. I grabbed his waist and started pumping roughly, and he started moaning in delight, but still tried to gyrate and swivel at weird and awkward angles so I could never get a rythm going.

I was getting pissed off so I knocked the hat off his head (he had a military crewcut) and said, "Just bend down! Don't move around so much!" Then I started butt-slamming him from behind, but he still arched his back UPWARDS to thwart my full penetration. This was getting obnoxiously bad. I finally tried to get him on his stomach on the couch so I could just bang him prison style and hopefully get my rocks off. Even then he squirmed and tried to "dodge" my dick from hitting its target. Then he commanded, "don't cum in me. Pull out before you cum." At which point I just ignored him and tried my best to get my dick off and finally did. Then I pulled out and walked to the bathroom. He looked up at me, his glance following me to the bathroom and asked, "did you cum?" I didn't answer and just washed up. In his bathroom I saw a USMC duffle-bag, so this "submissive bottom" was either a current or former marine. He was hardly submissive, and definitely a bossy and irritating bottom. Anyway, I couldn't get dressed and out of there soon enough.

Friday eve I went to the gym and have to confirm that the trolls have gone on early Spring Break or something. I am REALLY liking this. Not that I got lucky (actually, I think there has been a crack-down of sorts, since few people are using the steam room these days).

Saturday I got laid 3 times; the first two were guys I'd been talking to for months online (each came over separately) and were both VERY disappointing in person. But hey, just like trying a restaurant for the first time and having a bad meal, I can now cross them off my list and warn others. The third guy is a regular fuck-bud of mine. He's a BAB (Buffed Asian Boy) and like Steel (who is AWOL) swears he is now a consumate top...except with me (and both their online profiles confirm this). In fact, this particular BAB was one of the first "tops" I ever used one of my most successful techniques; when he first came over, he swore up and down that he wasn't going to get fucked and just wanted to "mess around" and have body contact. Because he was so buffed and awesome looking, I consented...but that didn't mean I wasn't going to try. After some heavy petting culminating in us getting naked, I suggested he needed a massage and gave him an incredibly relaxing one, focusing very hard on the buttocks. And since the long ranger was rock hard, I'd poke his hole now and again while working his shoulders and upper back, until it was finally slipping casually in and out of his hole. By that time, he was ready.

Now, he is so groomed and well-trained that everytime he comes over, he immediately demands his "massage". And if it goes on too long without me starting to fuck him, he even spreads his cheeks open with his hands (no better signal than that). Ah, yes. It's good to be home.

Going to Disneyland...part II

As predicted, things have been settling down at my gym now that all those posers' "new year's resolutions" have dissolved into wishful thinking. I actually thought about hanging around for a steam and possible cruising. But as I was working out, Hill callled me and said he'd be passing through on his way back from SFO to Sacramento. Knowing a bird in the hand is better than being left with my dick in my hand, I told him to head over to my place and decided to skip the steamroom. Hill is consistently a hot fuck, and this time did not disappoint. The only drawback was when I finished, I had to keep fucking him another 3 or so minutes afterwards (pretending to enjoy it) until he came. Cuz that's the kind of stud I am (actually, it's all about repeat customers...gotta keep your bottoms happy).

Saturday, I had a lot of domestic catch-up to do, but sk8er was hitting me up all day saying he wanted to come over. I thought that would be good timing; I don't really have to give him my A-game, but could get off a couple rounds in him and could slot him in whenever. But it turned out between my errands and his lack of commitment pinning down an exact time, we never coordinated, which left me getting more and more horny (gotta maximize the fucking during the weekend). So, around the afternoon I got hit up by an 18-year-old white kid who looks VERY much like Haley Joe Osment (I'll call him Haley). He seemed very flighty, and of course wanted to see many more pictures than the 5 that are already in my profile, so I just started ignoring him. He started pleading with me telling me he was "for real", so I finally gave him my number. A couple hours later he finally called, and sounded like a typical Kali-kid; kinda dumb, not a lot of substance, but very chill and non-toxic. There was still a lot of "um....." and hesitation in his voice as we spoke, so I wasn't banking on him coming over. But sure enough...

When he showed up (after getting lost) he looked exactly like his pics, but definitely looked a LOT younger in person (5'11" lanky and way boyish). In person he wasn't as hesitant though and in fact cocky in demeanor, so it didn't take much to get him to my boning-lair. The first thing I did was to take off my shirt to assert my ego over his (he was SO cute, but like I said, lanky and cut/toned; not muscular). He immediately went for my pecs, then kissed my abs. Good : ) Next, I took his hand to cup my cock which was growing in my jeans. He started rubbing it and eased it out of my fly and stroked it. I pulled down his baggy shorts and underwear to reveal a NICE ass; not quite bubble-butt, but close. His body was hairless above the waist, with only some slight pubes and butt hair that rose from his legs. I bent him over and dove in to take a closer look, and spent a good 5 minutes or so tonguing his pink hole. This got the long-ranger to full mast, so I walked around and told him to put it in his mouth, which he did.

After I let him suck me for a bit, I said, "so, remember what we talked about? I want to fuck." He nodded and added, "we can try it. Like I said, I tried it a couple times before but I'm not very good at it." I nodded in understanding, suited up, then mounted him from behind. I slipped my cock in him inch by inch, stopping after the first few to let him adjust, then sliding it in more. When I got the whole thing in, I gently rocked my hips and asked if he was OK. He was. I started getting more and more agressive, but he put out his hand to signal me to stop, and I took his lead and slowed down. I thought we should go to round 2 so I flipped him on his back and started to do him missionary. This got him really hot, and he asked, "do you kiss?" I looked him square in the eye and said flattly, "no". Then I started fucking him rythmically and kissing his neck, ears and jaw, until I made it to his mouth and planted a huge tongue-filled kiss into him. I rarely kiss, but DAYUM, I knew I was going to Disneyland, so the least I could do was say thank you for the ride.

I told him I was getting close and asked how HE wanted to cum. He asked how I wanted him to cum, so I said, "I want you to cum with me inside you. Let me get my dick off, then we'll worry about you." and with that I pounded his boy-pussy until I shot my load (NICE orgasm). His dick wasn't big (about 5" for such a tall guy) but was rock-hard, so I felt generous and started stroking him. About a minute later he was shooting in my hand while I rocked my dick in and out of him. I slowly pulled out of him then went to wash up briefly then lay down next to him again and asked, "So, you ready for round 2?" He smiled and said, "I'm actually driving up to SF to meet some friends so I probably should get going in a few." Well, we started talking and "a few" turned into about 20 minutes. He was asking me if I was "bi" and how I learned to fuck so well, and that he really wanted to learn because he still likes fucking women. He also asked me if I knew any women I could bring over to have a 3-way with sometime.

I was having a good time playing big-bro to him, stroking his ego and giving him some sexual annectdotes. Before long, he was rock hard again and said, "well...if you want to fuck me again I'd let you." That was all it took, and this time I rolled him on his stomach and started doing it to him prison style. He was REALLY enjoying it like this and we each got another round off. When we were done, he said, "OK, now I REALLY need to go" and he went to the bathroom to wash off. Curiosity got the best of me, and I quickly grabbed his wallet out of his shorts to look at his driver's license. And...uh...yeeeeah, let's say he was 18....

As he left, he asked if he could come back sometime during the week. And while I REALLY would like to see him again (it was SO HOT!) I think one trip to Disneyland with him is the best way to go. At least until July-- then we can go as many times as he wants....

Underwear Party: 1 for 2

I started off this week with an incredibly horrible case of the stomach flu. Granted, it was going around at work, but the reality is when you use your tongue as a rectal thermometer as much as I do, you're bound to pick up whatever's going around during flu season. It wasn't as bad as other types of flu; just major stomach cramps, loss of apetite and about 10 trips to the toilet a day (pretty much like a steady case of food poisoning). And although I usually don't hook up during the week now that I'm working (due to circumstance, NOT choice) I did get hit up by a guy I used to fuck long ago. He's yet another flight attendant, white, early 30's and has a GREAT smooth ass (I shot these at the hotel). He's sinced moved out of the area to San Diego, but was up here for work and said he'd like to hook up...but now he's a total top and didn't think we'd be able to do anything. Uh-huh. Sure. After about 15 minutes of pawing at him I had my dick in his mouth...10 more and I was inside his smooth butt pounding his hole missionary. I was really giving him the smooth-talk why we were doing it; "dude, your hole is so warm. My cock likes it. You're making me feel so hot on top of you like this." He was really getting into it, too much so in fact as he came as I was fucking him without touching himself (bull's eye, BeeYotch!). But he was a trooper and let me finish up too. I was still not feeling the best so I told him I'd need to get home, but that he should call me again next time he was up.

Back to my stomach, this flu, my annoying jinder boss at work, some family stuff and a couple other things were really stressing me out to the point where I didn't think I'd be rested up enough by the time the weekend came to go to the Underwear party (I already resigned to skip the one on Thursday since there was just no fucking way). Plus, the weight loss was also getting to me and I was worried I wasn't spending an appropriate time at the gym. But by the time Saturday came, I was definitely on the mend and decided I'd put my best foot forward to see how it goes. I met Sven in SF to workout, and as usual he totally kicked my ass and got me all bulgey and very sore (but in a good way). From there, he said before we went to the Underwear party he wanted to walk around the Castro and slip in and out of some bars to show me the variety: a twink one, a Latin one, a frat-boy one, and then one he said was called the "Bombay Bunghole" for Indians and their admirers (he made that one up especially for me).


We made it to the Underwear party about 11pm and it was just getting started. Initially, it was pretty Asian, but then a very mixed crowd came in (more than I have experienced in years). And I'm very familiar with the fact that whenever I'm with Sven, he will invariably run into many people he knows throughout the night, but I was really unprepared when Spaz came up. Like I said, before, Spaz isn't a bad guy, he's just pretty clueless socially. But I was happy he was with a guy that turned out to be his boyfriend (didn't stop him from grabbing my chest several times, but at least I knew that would be as far as it went and I didn't have to worry about any future stalking...I'm hoping anyway). All in all, the party was OK; I ended up fucking two separate twinkish Mexican boys (separately). The guy I told Sven I really wanted to fuck was a short white guy with an enourmous muscle bubble-butt in a black jock-strap who got progressively tweaked out on the dancefloor as the night wore on to the point where I knew it just wasn't going to happen. I ended up getting home by about 3 and just crashed.


Sunday morning I had a lot of errands and catch-up to do, as well as some political action to take in the afternoon that I had committed to. But I had also made plans with a hugely buffed black guy who was visiting from DC (yup, yet another flight attendant). I finally got to his hotel around 8pm and he was HOT. He had a short-cropped haircut, was in his late 30's, huge arms and chest with stalky legs, bubble-butt ass and a little chunky around the front. When I showed up at his room, he opened the door, sized me up with his eyes, then nodded me in. I didn't know whether to take his demeanor as disinterest, coolness or what. He finally asked, "So what you been up to?" I thought I'd just be direct and see where it goes, so I moved behind him and pulled down his sweats and said, "not much. Just waiting to get here so I could see that ass of yours." He didn't stop me but challenged, "Oh, so you think you're goin' get some ass then." I took the bait and pulled out my stiffening cock rubbing it on his ass, "Well, yeah. This cock's going inside you, dude." He turned his head around and saw my dick, then I swear this is the first time this has ever happened: in one forceful move which TOTALLY caught me off guard his massive hands grabbed me by the chest and waist and pushed me on the bed, pinning me down. I was just about to try and kick him off me, cuz I didn't know what was going on, when his mouth wrapped around my cock and he used his one hand to pull on my balls while the other one was still holding me down on the bed.


After the initial shock of it all wore off, I started really enjoying this blow-job. He was good at it, AND I had never been dominated like this before. This guy could have done some serious damage to me if he wanted to, I'm completely up front about this. And when he lifted my legs over his shoulder, I got a little nervous and tried to move them off, but he was really just too strong for me. All the while his mouth was still blowing me, so I was hoping it was just so he could get extra access, but mentally I was also thinking of the best way I could get out of this position in case something went terribly wrong. After a few minutes, he stepped over me and shifted his weight onto my shoulders; I thought he was going to make me suck him, which was not gonna happen. But then almost instantly, my dick had a condom on it, his ass hole was lubed up, and he just sat on it. This guy was in control of everything. He was riding my dick with his hands still pinning my shoulders to the bed. I was rock hard and loving it actually. But I really did want to show him what I could do too. But I also knew he wanted to be in control, so I said, "your ass feels so hot. It's all about your ass man. You just let me know how you want it and I'll do it. Just tell me to do it from behind or on top and I'll do what you say." He perked up, "yeah? you goin get on top of me?" "Anything you want," I replied. He slipped my dick out then got off me and stepped over to the wall and bent over "then get inside this ass" he commanded. I got up and went behind him and started pounding his ass. "How's that? Am I doing a good job?" I pretended like I was vying for his approval. "Just fuck that ass. Do it harder!" I pounded him harder, then tried to drag him back over to the bed, but he gave me a hard stare. Then he sauntered over there at his own pace then got on his back. I waited for him to motion me over, then I came over like a dog at his command and slid my dick back inside him. His hands were all over me and he just hit all the right spots. I asked, "this is too hot. Can I cum now?" "Go ahead and nut" he responded and I obeyed.


After I got up, cleaned up in the restroom and he said, "you wanna chill for a few or you gotta take off?" I was actually really into this so I said I'd stay and lay beside him. Immediately his massive arms grabbed me and he put me in the spoon position. I'm usually the "big brother" when it comes to sex, but it was AWESOME being little bro to this massive incredibly masculine guy. We ended up talking for about 1/2 an hour, then fucking again (hot the second time too). He lives in DC and was leaving the next day, so we'll definitely keep in touch. Lucky for me I have president's day off, and I am SO ready to leave my job already, so it is very needed.

Jockstrap

Since I promised assorted friends/relatives/well-wishers that I'd meet them in SF for the King Tut exhibit (don't bother; they only have about half the stuff they used to show) I thought I'd "optimize" my time up there by getting in some weekend boning. And not to be a hater, but since there are probably 1000 times more gay guys up in SF than where I live (no exageration) I was really hoping to score a blond, red-head, or just a plain white guy, since 9 out of 10 hookups are usually with Asians or Latins (once again, NOT hating, just needing some variety here). Unfortunately, in the online gay world of SF, most white guys are also into some very kinky/extreme shit, tweakers, or just plain flakes. Case in point: I was chatting with a guy who's pics definitely fit the bill of what I was looking for, said he was up for what I was into, had a very masculine sounding voice when we talked on the phone (a requisite), and just when I thought we were gonna seal the deal, he says, "just to let you know, I might not be up for getting fucked. But definitely up for some butt-worship, sniffing, dog-licks...that sorta thing." *click*

I ended up narrowing it down to two candidates; a buffed Filipino dude who BEGGED me to come over and fuck him, and a buffed Mexican Military dude. I thought, if I plan it right, I can do them both; one before and one after the exhibit. I ended up going to the Filipino guy's flat first. He was shorter, but had a buffed body (no bubble-butt tho, but it was still nice a nice hole). The thing was, after we got our clothes off, he kept on a blue jockstrap. Now, I've had this chat with a number of bottoms as I was curious as to why some where a jockstrap. I've been told (and tend to agree) that when guys keep the jockstrap on, it's because they don't want you to focus on their dick at all, and it's like letting you know they're all about your cock in their hole. Since I got the "butt signal", I was feeling kinda greedy and ended up fucking him twice, just because I could. While I never saw his halloween-candy-sized dick outside of his jockstrap, it was hard and leaking the entire time. But the second time he was having issues and I could tell he was uncomfortable so I didn't cum.

After the Tut exhibit and subsequent trip to the Gelateria I spoke about before (this time I had jackfruit...YUMMO!) everyone went their separate ways, leaving me free to dial-a-fuck. I started on the Military Mexican dude. The call went to his voicemail, and he had a very thick wet-back accent, which for some reason REALLY turned me off. I guess it was because he said he lived up here all his life and just got out of the marines. So, could be...but doubtful. Either way, wasn't into it. I started dialing the next guy on my list, when Hill calls me, saying he's flying through SFO and has a layover on his way to Ft Lauderdale to watch the Superbowl (FYI, I really have no horse in this year's race). He came over late afternoon and for some reason we were both really tired (him from flying, me from walking all day). We ended up agreeing we could both use an evening nap and got into bed in the cuddle position. After about an hour of dozing in and out, I realized my dick was rock-hard again, and Hill's bubble-butt ass was RIGHT THERE...so what was I waiting for? Even though Hill was asleep, I suited up, got some lube out and just slide inside him. He woke up with a whiney moan of delight and spread his cheeks open with his hands. I just started pounding, then pulled out took some pics (you're welcome) then started in again. Like clockwork, just as I was pounding his boy-pussy on the home stretch, he started jerking his python cock and we both ended up cumming like wildcats. Feeling benevolent, I got the cum-rag out, wiped him up, then pulled the covers back over him so he could sleep some more (and he did).

Tomorrow may be a workout with Sven, which is always great since he's one of the best guys to workout with: masculine ("come on dude, my gramma could lift more than that), challenging ("OK, this time try 12 reps if you think it's so easy") and knowledgeble ("you know, weightlifting was actually invented by the ancient Spartans"). Why am I hyperfixating on weightlifting this week you may ask? Underwear party, BABY! There are actually 2 of them next week, and I'm at least going to one. Stay tuned.