Perfect Pucker and ABCD part 2

My weekend was pretty low-key, since this coming long holiday I plan to go to the Russian River with the Hot Gay Nerd (HGN). Sunday morning I ended up going to have Dim-Sum with Chef and his boyfriend at his favorite restaurant way the hell down in Milpitas. Chef is definitely a food connosieur, but as far as Dim-Sum goes, this place was only average. And while it was great to socialize in person with Chef, his boyfriend is as sterile as hospital gauze. Nice guy--just way too boring. Now, here's the background story; Chef met him online one day (long after we had grown into a platonic friendship). Shortly afterwards they met in person, and Chef told me all about him; tall, handsome, just turned 30 and recently arrived from Croatia. He said the only drawback was that he had never had sex with a guy before, and was waiting for the "right moment". Chef has always been one to get what he wants, but he told me he was intrigued at the thought of actually waiting this one out and doing the traditional dating thing before actually having sex. After a month of dating, Chef had fallen hard for this guy and they FINALLY did the bone dance. Chef called me the next day and told me how disappointed he was, since this tall guy (over 6') turned out to be hung like a chihuahua. Chef is a major size-queen, but was really emotionally vested in that relationship, and has been with the guy now for 9 months (they even live together). But during our 1-on-1 chat after Dim-Sum, he confided he told his boyfriend that althought he still loves him and wants to be together, he just needs something "more" in the bedroom (harsh, but that's life).



While I can honestly say I've never been rejected for being too small (2 big, yes- more times than I care to mention), I HAVE been rejected for a number of other physical reasons throughout my life; too young, too old, too short, too skinny, too flabby, too white, too latin, etc. Rejection is rejection. But at this point in my life I'm mature enough to realize if it is due to a reason beyond my control (i.e. "I'm only into dark-skinned Asian bottoms") then I totally blow it off as a non-issue. But I think Chef also realized the life lesson: always check the package before you buy. Back to the ABCD ("A Big Cock Debate"), I'm wondering how many guys who are really sexually bottoms and into big dicks would date and have a boyfriend who didn't "size up" if everything else was there (good looks, good personality, shared interests and otherwise good in bed). Feel free to comment or email as I'd be interested here.


Now, back to my penultimate post (before this one), later that night I was priveleged to hook up with a guy with one of the hotest holes I have ever had the opportunity to plow. He's a lacrosse player at a local College and in his mid-20's. He's got a muscular build (slight baby-fat) and had a nice huge bulbous ass. We met through mutual friends and always tried to hook up (for a "drink") but since I'm not into the bar-scene and he lives in SF, I just always postponed. He finally said he wanted to come down to MY place (I cannot tell you how much of a rarity that is for SF guys to travel...but apparently not for my friend Sven who seems to get boys to traverse entire bodies of water to come to him). When Lacrosse-boy got here, I was throroughly impressed; he hadn't changed. We made little pretense of why he made the drive, and within a few minutes I had him back in the fuck-den (he even asked me smiling, "is this where you take guys who come over?") Now, admitedly, his ass is a bit furrier than I'm generally into, but DAMN! LOOK AT THAT HOLE!!!!

It was clean, tight, and pink...'DA BEST! I think he was really surprised I dove in and started tonguing him. By his moans, I could tell he really liked it, and it made me think he doesn't get it that often (I know he's closetted to his team and at school). This was confirmed since it took me about 10 minutes to finally get the long ranger all the way inside (he would squirm, buck and whine every new inch that went in). But once I was all the way inside of him from behind, I started flexing and pulsing my cock which he loved. I told him, "hey, bro, don't be shy. Go ahead and flex your hole back on my dick if you like how it feels inside you." He moaned and started flexing and gripping my dick with his pucker. It felt SO good. Then the fucking began; smooth rocking in and out at first, leading up to some harder thrusts to see how much he could take. I had to keep swiping his hand away from his rock-hard 5" dick as it looked like he was trying to cum. I managed to get him on his back, then started pumping my cock deep in his hole (found the inner ring).

To my surprise, when I finally got him missionary he was already thoroughly "broken in" and pulled his legs all the way back for me to get maximum penetration, which I definitely took advantage of. It didn't take long for both of us to shoot, and afterwards I heard, "Damn! I never thought I could take 8 inches" (seriously, if I had a dime...). Here's where it got a bit awkward; he stuck arond and the conversation went something like this:

Lacrosse: So now what?

ME: what do you mean?

Lacrosse: You want me to leave?

ME: nah. you're cool.

Lacrosse: Cuz you wanna have sex with me again?

ME: um...maybe. I'd need a few minutes to rest-

Lacrosse: No way man! You wore me out. Plus I'm really tired.

(silence)

Lacrosse: So now what?

Seriously, that's how the conversation continued until I finally got fed up and said politely, "Well, sounds like you're tired." and started to dress. But...he just laid on the bed watching me and didn't respond. Now I was mentally going over what I could say or do to get him out without actually saying, "get out" cuz I did want to fuck him again at some future point. And he finally did leave, but DAMN! Stooooopid!

Anyway, to close on the ABCD subject matter, I will leave you with a video. For those of you who don't know (I didn't) there's a fraternity in the Philipines that obligates their members to do a "naked run" on campus every year. While all the members are packing little more than lumpia between the legs, some of them have some massively built physiques (I feel sorry for one guy, since they're all trying to go incognito with the masks, but his build and height obviously gave him away). Point being, as a top, there are several guys running through there I wouldn't mind taking for a little Greek ride of my own. Enjoy.

')

Minnesota Meaver

Yes, I said "meaver"; as in "mangina". And boy did I get my share! Mmmmm-MMMMM, Bitch! When I go to Minnesota, unfortunately the first night I didn't get to stay in Minneapolis and was stuck out in Eden Prairie (definitely prairie, but not Eden by a long-shot...unless your vision of paradise is a strip-mall with a "Fridays"). And although I had made attempts to "book ahead" (which rarely pan out I have found) I ended up online that eve to see if there was any eager "meaver" on the prairie. It turned out there was...but only just passable for my taste. Nice enough ass (you be the judge) but nothing really to write home about.

In short, his hole did the trick and I was able to sleep soundly in the discomfort of my hotel room. As I was in Eden, the next day my work took me to a conference held theologically enough in a megachurch up the road, which they apparently rent out when not "megachurching". Now, I'm not one of those brain-dead morons who goes around bashing all organized religion (I have one of my own) but I have to say this place was a mixture of consumerism (they sold food, religious objects and souvenirs everywhere and had cash registers along every wall about 5 feet apart) and feel-good psychology. In other words, "Jeezus wuvs you. But he'd REALLY love you if you bought a mega-cup of coffee and croissant from our caffe along with a souvenir "I heart Isaiah 3:15" T-shirt." Just weird. And this is coming from a guy who devotes an entire blog to porking other guys up the ass. Ah, the irony.

I had decided that once the conference was over I would high-tail it out of Eden to a more Sodom and Gamorrah type area, and got a hotel across from the "Mall of America" where I thought I'd find plenty of shenanigans at a restroom area there. But before I got out of my hotel to go cruise the mall, I got messaged by a self-styled "frat boy" (so he said) in his late 20's, blond and white, so...yeah...

When he got in he was possibly in his early 30's (wore a baseball cap to cover his thinning hair) but definitely nice body. I played it cool like I might not be into it, then said, "hmmm...let's see your ass, man." He indulged me and dropped his pants to show me. I put him on the bed, snapped a couple pics, then started eating his hole out. Then before he knew what hit him, I was inside him pumping my cock in and out. He took it like a champ, and I don't know why, but even though I was SO HAPPY to be fucking a night white ass with a pink hole (remember: this is my favorite kind) I was really feeling like a sadistic dick. Sometimes it happens. So, I just kept fucking him doggie style with my hands on his hips, ramming my cock inside hard, banging my pelvis against his sweet ass until I finally let loose and came. He was clean, perfect, and for all intents and purposes seemed like a cool guy. But for some reason, I just felt like pulling out and said, "Nice dude. gotta get going now" and went to the sink and started washing up. He just looked at my with sad puppy eyes holding his 4" dick and said, "can I at least get off?" "Sure. but not here." And I threw his clothes at him on the bed. Why was I such a dick? Maybe there was something in him that wanted to be treated like that and I picked up on it on a subconscious level. Or maybe I can just be a dick. Aaaaaanyway, he left without another word and closed the door behind him. Then number 2 messaged me: 30-something white blond guy with an even MORE muscular ass than the first one. The only thing was, his hole had an "issue" (remember what I talked about in my last post "The Perfect Ass"?)

1/2 hour later he was at the hotel. Same thing; let him come in, told him to take his pants off to see his ass, but this time he wouldn't let me take pics (most likely because of his "issue"). So, I we just started fucking doggie-style. He was moaning and writhing like he was enjoying every inch of the long-ranger. At that moment I said, "OK, I think you've had enough." and pulled out. He whined and said, "why? what's wrong?" I said, "nothing. You want some more cock?" "yes." he replied hungrily. So, I slipped back inside him and he whimpered. "If you want some more dick, you're gonna let me take a picture of it while it's inside you." He didn't say a word as I reached over for my phone and snapped some pics.

Damn I have a hot cock : ) And once again, I just fucked him to get my rocks off. No reciprocation of any kind. But this guy was really a bottom and I didn't think he would even mind, and he didn't seem to. So, I guess the larger question is WHY THE HELL DON'T THEY MAKE THEM LIKE THAT IN CALIFORNIA? Fuck! I haven't got a steady supply of grade-A ass like that since my days in Dayton, Ohio. Midwest boys ROCK! Almost makes me want to spend more time out there. Almost.

Finally, the next day on my flight back, I had a layover in the Denver airport where I sat next to an obnoxious dyke with the hairiest legs I'd ever seen on a woman. But the interesting thing was on my flight back home were two gay cowboys; both blond, one scruffy- the other clean-shaven, both slim, but very toned, both in their late 20's/early 30's and wearing jeans, a blue T-shirt and cowboy hat. Not only were they on my flight, but they also shared the shuttle from the airport to the car garage. They weren't from here, as they had a very twangy accent (with only the slightest hint they were gay). I thought, "damn. This is Brokeback Mountain if it were set 30 years later." Whether they were a happy couple on vacation or were crystal fiends who got fisted for money on the internet I do not know. But they sure looked happy and wholesome enough together, so I'm gonna keep that image in my head for now.

The Perfect Ass

Over the course of this blog, I have received a few emails asking what I consider to be a "good ass". I've had this conversation with friends of mine many times, so I'll repeat it here. As a total top and avid admirer of the ass, there are actually 3 components that make up the perfect ass:
1. The buttocks. The rounder thee better, obviously, but they don't necessarily need to be "bubble-butt"either in order to be perfect. I just need some firmness so my groin doesn't get worn out when my dick is slamming into them.
2. The anus. AKA, the starfish or boy-pussy. This is mostly cosmetic/visual. Meaning, if you don't get up-close and personal, you might never see it. But as I am a total ass-man, I really like a nice pink-hole, so I tend to get up in there. And without getting graphic, there are a million things that can go wrong down there. So, when it's smooth, tight and in good shape it is very appreciated.
3. The rectum. This is just as important as the buttocks. The hole needs to be elastic, yet firm. Extra points when the bottom can control it.

So, for any of you who have been wondering what goes on in the mind of a total top, let me offer these few pointers;
a) REGARDLESS of how nice of an ass God gave you, do some lunges, squats and long walks. There is nothing worse than a flabby ass, and it's really sad when guys who used to have very nice asses let them sag and pretend like they are still in shape. It's COMPLETELY avoidable, so avoid it!
b) DON'T BE SHY or afraid to "present". Guys are visual, so if you have a nice hole, show it off! If a guy has a nice ass and pulls down his pants to show me his hole, chances are my dick will soon be inside. Very difficult to resist that.
c) Don't spare the "fuck me's".

Which leads me to my boning annecdote of the day: I saw the Greek kid at the gym the other day with a very buffed and gay-looking Latin guy. He could have been his trainer I guess. At first he was caught off guard and looked a little flustered, then finally came up and said hello. It's been a few weeks since we hooked up and he said, "so when are we gonna hang out again?" To avoid an awkward situation, I said, "howabout tomorrow night?" He agreed and came over in the evening. The thing is, he's been getting more and more "mushy" with me, wanting to kiss and make-out for a long time as foreplay. With some guys it works, but I have to be into it, and to be honest....with him I'm not. So, after a few minutes I was mounting him. When I was finally on top of him missionary, I realized the whole time he didn't say anything--only his hard dick gave away the fact he was enjoying himself. So, trying to elicit SOME type of response, I started power-driving his butthole HARD. He gave me a look which was a cross between of "what the fuck are you doing?" and "How rude!" and I just blasted a huge orgasm by using his hole. Usually, I'm a gentleman and keep going, but this time I just kept my hard dick inside him, pulsating, but not moving. He started jacking off wildly and whispered, "fuck me hard again." I didn't move and said, "What was that?" He responded slightly louder, "fuck me really hard like you did." I grabbed his legs, readied my pelvis for another power-drive and said, "What? what do you want?" He said loudly, "fuck me harder!" and with that I pounded his ass again so hard I thought my pelvis or his hole would crack from all the impact. Then he shot a load so big it hit him in the face. The lesson here is don't be shy. Say what you want. It works out better for both people.

Lastly, my job will be taking me to the lovely city of Minneapolis this weekend. I haven't been there for 12 years and am wondering since the weather is nice if there will be any time for shenanigans. If anyone has any ideas, suggestions or a nice hole waiting let me know.

Thuggish Fuckin and the Hot Gay Nerd

The acquisition of my piss-ant company went off without a hitch. I am now a cog in a much larger machine. The good news is there will be better benefits and hopefully far more opportunity. I'm glad I never told my jinder boss to go and fuck himself. I really came close a couple of times. The closest was during our "victory celebration" when he made 2 very racist comments to me (totally clueless, since everyone at the table heard them). After he was done, 3 people asked me if I was going to go to HR about it. I shrugged and let it go. But if I had said back to him, "How many daughters did you drown before you decided to keep the one you have? How many wives have you burnt to get to this one? Did you get into software because you flunked out of snake-charming school? Hey, next time you head to the breakroom be sure to fetch me a bucket of water, Gunga-den" then I'D be the one sent to HR. Where's the justice in that? I tell ya.

I got a call the other day from one of my fuck-buds, which kind of caught me off guard as I had totally forgotten about him. Not that we had a set date to meet up or anything, just that I forgot he existed. I think this is either a sign that I am getting old and my memory is fading, or I've just been very preocupied with work and life in general (either way, I'm gonna start spiking my drinks with gingko-biloba). He explained he hadn't called in awhile as he was in the process of moving up to SF. He came over and we had a good fuck (just one round) and then he left. This event made me take an assessment of my current "harem" of steady bottom-boys; currently at about 7.

Later that day, I got a call from a kid I'd been talking to early on in the week (I had given him my number, but if a day goes by and I don't get a call, I just write it off). He's 24, buffed, light-skinned Mexican and a hopefully soon-to-be former thug (most of the real-estate on his back, arms and neck are filled with tatoos). Aside from having a kick-ass body, he's DAMN cute-- a cross between Justin Bieber and Freddie Prinz Jr (circa 1998) so I'll call him Freddie. We made plans for me to pick him up...which leads to the cons; he doesn't have a car, lives at home, works 3 days a week as a care-giver watching a crippled guy and smokes weed habitually. But THIS...


well, it definitely begs consideration. From the moment I picked him up (he lives 2 miles from me) he couldn't stop smiling at me with his big Justin Bieber lips. He didn't say much, and when we got back to my place he was all over me with those lips. He was just too hot to NOT kiss. We ended up doing some "round-the-world" fucking. In fact, I was so "smitten" that I took him to lunch 2 days later to go on a real date. Turns out at 25 years old he's a dead-beat dad with a 10-year-old son and has hepatitis C. Not really a catch, so gonna cut this one loose.

On the absolute opposite spectrum is a guy I met later in the week; the Hot Gay Nerd (as they said on Will and Grace). This guy had a 6-pack, swimmers arms and abs, totally cute face (looked like a younger version of Skeet Ulrich, so I'll call him Skeet) and is the epitome of a nerd in personality and demeanor (high tech geeky guy). Add to this he used to be overweight, so he really doesn't know just how awesome-looking he is. I took these pics not because I asked, but because while we were fucking for the 3rd time, he moaned, "I always get so jealous of tops. You guys get the best view when you're fucking..."


So, being the nice guy I am, I took some pics just for him : P He enjoyed them, but not nearly as much as I did taking them. The unfortunate situation with him is he lives in Bakersfield (about 4.5 hours away driving). I saw him one more time before he had to head home and he seemed adamant about wanting to come back up next chance he got, and I definitely wouldn't mind.

The only bad part here is, I think I finally found out the "formula" for my sex drive: don't overdo it. Meaning, the first time Skeet and I hooked-up, his ass was SO HOT I got off 3 rounds in him. The next day I was wiped, sexually. I had NO drive at all. Couldn't get an erection to save my life. So, I think twice is the limit, regardless of whether I CAN or not. I think that's the equilibrium.