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.