Another Triangle

So, here's another triangle story: it's been over a year and a half now since I've been back from Europe and met "A" at Bull's party. I recounted/blogged about how we went out on one date, fucked (pretty nice) but how it didn't work out for various reasons (I'll explore that later) but how I also still had somewhat of a soft-spot for the boy. OK, through the magic of facebook, we now can bridge that "6 degrees of separation" gap with just a few clicks through someone's "friends list". Well, that's pretty much what happened to me, in that I had "friended" both "A" and "DJ" knowing both of them, but yet not really "friends" anymore in that I didn't expect I'd really ever see either of them again 1-on-1, outside of some possible social gathering. Turns out "A" knew DJ from a few years back, saw him among my friends, friended him and now they've been seeing each other casually every week now.

Do I care? Mmmmmmm......not reeeeally. But it does feel a bit weird, because DJ was always after ME (I really am a good catch), but I never really entertained the thought of anything more than fuck-buddy status for him because a) he's an on-and-off crack-head b) he has very few priorities in life other than getting stoned and making his own music c) he's seen much better days physically (he's not that out of shape, he just gave up) d) other than sexual attraction (which has dissipated on my part) we just don't/never have had much in common. So, while I have to admit, I am intrigued by "A", I won't pursue him because 1. he's also a stoner (known to do much harder drugs for instance at Bull's party) 2. he's very insecure about being HIV+ (I'm negative and he has major guilt about having sex with negative guys) 3. while he is very intelligent and we can have major conversations, he is also immature and doesn't have much ambition. Still, I have to be honest with you, my readers when I say I absolutely felt pangs of jealousy knowing he chose DJ over me.

So, in a very odd and slightly perverse action, I called up DJ the other day when I was in San Francisco and headed to where he was staying temporarily (he still lives in the crack-hotel, but was house-sitting). We chatted for awhile and he told me about how things were with "A", and I could tell he had already had a few beers. So, while we were talking about music, I abruptly changed the subject and said, "so, I know "A"'s a total bottom. How've you been getting your hole taken care of?" He was caught off guard for a second and said, "Well...I haven't been getting any. But that's OK." I wasn't convinced. I started rubbing my crotch, "really? You used to really like cock." He responded, "I still do, Papa. "A" has a great cock." "Yeah, I know," I continued and stood up, "but I know you never get his cock up inside you. He's a great bottom. But you can't tell me your hole doesn't twitch for it sometimes." DJ was just quiet, and I saw him steal a glance at my crotch, which gave me the signal I could take the long ranger out for a possible ride. I unzipped my pants and flipped out my schlong and DJ just stared at it then finally said, "that's hot man. I totally remember that dick, Pa'. But I-" "Don't worry dude. Just treat your hole to some cock. You deserve it." with that I pushed my cock towards his face and mouth. He kissed it, then openeed his mouth and took it in. I let him suck on it for a few minutes to get used to it, then pulled him up and pulled down his sweats to reveal his ass and cock. I started rubbing his hole and he said, "let me go to the bathroom and make sure I'm clean." I remembered DJ's 40-minute bathroom runs, and decided now or never. I took out a profo from my pocked and suited up saying, "Just bend over, dude. Let's just do it real quick. We're old friends, I won't mind whatever happens." As I pushed him over and wet his hole with some spit, he hesitated, "I really should check-" too late, I was already sliding into him. He was clean as a whistle and had nothing to worry about, but I didn't really care too much anyway and just kept pumping his ass. He was loving it and wiggling his butt around as I fucked it. He put his legs together and bent over at just the right angle for me to fuck him like a submissive bitch. He was groaning and commanding to fuck him harder, which I did until I started ramming him hard enough to get my dick off. After I came, he turned around, pulled the condom off and put my cock in his mouth while jacking off until he came like a geiser.

Did I get some weird satisfaction from fucking the guy that the guy I was into was into? Yup. Was that healthy? Probably not. Would I have fucked DJ under any other circumstance? No. Anyway, here's what the ass of a former Falcon porn-star from 2003 looks like now:

Other than that, I've really been doing a lot of boning this week, so I've got a few more pics and one more story: this one Mexican kid I met online came over the other day. In person he was cute, but a little twitchy and chatty (not like he was on drugs, just one of thos spastic type personalities). I wanted to take some pics of his ass, but he said no. And when we finally started fucking, he became even more bossy, like "wait, turn around and do it in front of the mirror so I can watch. Now, fuck me up and down. Wait, stop for a sec. OK now do it from the side. Wait, move so I can see..." REALLY fucking got on my nerves. And everytime I took my dick out (more like him pushing me out) he would check the condom thoroughly to make sure it was on OK etc., and at some point I caught a glimpse of his hole which was HUGE. Now, I know guys like a tight hole, and to be honest, most holes I fuck are tight. But this guy's hole was just gaping and I was in awe just from the sight of it. I finally convinced him to let me take some pics:

And afterwards promptly told him he could leave (I really was not having fun fucking him, but really did like looking at that hole).

Finally, there's this pilot who lives in Miami but comes to town once a month or so. He's white, in his early 40's with a crew-cut and very nice body. Now, THIS guy has a very nice hole to look at AND fuck.

I could get off with him in 30 seconds or less if I wanted, but I made it last for about 10 minutes, since I don't see him that often. After we were done, he said, "I wish I lived out here. You are so HOT. And...well...to be honest...you have the uh...perfect..." I smirked, "say it." He looked up and said, "what? you've heard that before?" I put my clothes on, "dude, if I had a dime..."