Another year gone by

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Slowing the Roll

As you kinda gathered from my last post (and pictures), I've been hitting the boning pretty hard now that I'm back on the market. Not only have I been getting easy access to my former harem (the ones that weren't bitter about me being in a relationship that didn't involve THEM) but I found another site with a complely NEW source of ass to tap into (literally). So, I've been averaging getting laid 2 -3 times a day. And the long-ranger seems to be a force of nature; every time I take my cock out of my pants, sweats or shorts with the intention of using it, it just seems to stand at full attention without so much as touching it. No doubt about size going on these days. Maybe it's just the confidence level. Anyway, here's an example:

I met this latin, toned kid who looks like a darker Johny Depp (circa 1988) back around 8 years ago:

A fuck-bud of mine (total DL cholo/shaved head, tatoos with a python-long dick, let's call him "Duke") who used to come over my place told me about him and how much of a good fuck he was. I suggested he call him up to see if he was available and would like a 3-way. My fuck-bud obliged and within a couple hours me and the cholo were taking turns on this kid's ass (he was 18 at the time, but apparently my fuck-bud had been boning him even from 2 years earlier...lucky fuck). Anyway, he saw me online and said he was staying at a hotel near me and asked if I wanted to come over. I did, and while he got a little hairier at 26 years old, he was still very fun to fuck. When I showed up, he was very casual; asking me how I've been while pulling my dick out, putting on the profo and lubing me up. I bent him over, snapped some pics, ate out his hole for a minute or so (nice!) then asked him, "so, U heard from "Duke"?" The kid said, "who?" I responded, "you remember how we met? You came over to my place..." Just then I pushed my dick inside him and started fucking wildly; no mercy "...we both took turns fucking your hole like I'm doing now." He started bucking a little and whined, "you're so big! be careful!" I continued, almost mechanically and continued the conversation as if I were casually washing dishes or something, "you used to like it when we fucked you. You even sat on his dick and I slid mine inside you from behind. Between both of us your hole got pretty stretched out." His response, "I'm gonna cum!" I just kept fucking him doggie-style while he grabbed his dick and came. I asked, "want me to do it on top of you for a little?" He said, "no, it's starting to hurt now." Fuck that shit! I pushed my weight onto him so he fell chest-down on the bed then just pumped him until I could get my dick off. And hells yeah, I did. The punch-line is this kid didn't even remember "Duke" at all. Sad fact is, I would have really liked to hear from him, but since about 5 years ago he seems to have fallen off the face of the earth.

Later in the week on the "new" site I was talking about, I hooked-up with a VERY hot 20-year old kid, dark-hair, VERY smooth...and yeah, that includes his hole:

After I got his hole wet (he loved it, so did I) I ended up taking him "around the world". His favorite (and mine) was missionary. I spent a good 10 minutes pounding his hole like that, asking "are you getting close" about every couple of minutes (his answer: "No, keep fucking me!"). Finally, I just needed to cum (he was my 3rd that day and my balls were actually getting tired). After I pounded a load out, he commanded, "let me suck it!" I obliged him for a couple minutes as he jacked-off wildly, thinking he'd come soon enough. But minutes went by and my dick was starting to feel pretty sensitive. I stepped away as my cock flopped out of his mouth and said, "OK, dude. Clean-up time" then went to wash up in the bathroom. Did I lose my chance for a round 2 in his ass later? Maybe.

But this brings me to my point: I was getting to a place where a fuck was a fuck. This kid was VERY hot; a 9 out of 10. But at that time, he was just "Fuck #3" that day, so I probably didn't give him the attention he deserved. And I was thinking, what if I've only got a set amount of testosterone left? What if after I use it up, it's gone? Anyway, I'm going to cut back to a few days a week, and see what the effect of keeping the long-ranger hungry has. Definitely not stopping the boning, just gonna space it out a bit. I'll let you know how it works out.

wading through haters

Yes...I know. My sincere apologies for not blogging. So much to catch up on. The main reason for this (unwanted) hiatus was that the breakup with my ex did not go anywhere as smoothly as I had hoped (it was pure wishful thinking on my part...he was never going to let me off that easy). Once again, I'm not going to use this as a forum to complain about things. I will just add that he is now in his own place, doing very successfully at his new job, clean and sober, and we are hopefully on our way to being close friends (time will tell there).


OK, next topic: jealous little bitches. I know I have always looked good on paper (my physical stats, home, salary etc) but it takes a LOT to get me to even think about committing (my ex was probably a 1-off and I am OK if I never have another boyfriend for the rest of my life). But what I noticed was while I was with him and after I broke up with him, I had all these fuck-buds of mine who were climbing over the walls to try and be my "next boyfriend". It was not at all subtle, and at times just plain awkward and catty. I got comments like, "but I'm so much better looking than him!" "You said you didn't like smokers. But I guess you don't mind crack-smokers." and one I REALLY liked, "you're so fucked-up, you can't see you need to get with ME or the NEXT guy you get with is going to really fuck you up." Out of the 6 guys who have apparently been pining for me and waiting to be my rebound, 5 are black (Trainer was the other, and that came totally unexpected), 3 of them felt so scorned and bitter they cut off communication with me , and of those 3 one just recently and cluelessly sent me a late night "sup?" which is never going to get an answer. Fucking psychos.


And to answer the question; yup, I've definitely been a randy jackrabbit. I've been hitting the gym very hard (yeah...the boy's looking good), but this round almost all my hookups have been "traditional" to date (i.e. reconnecting with my previous harem or meeting new guys online). And by that I mean getting a full range of Latin:

Flip


Asian


Mo' Latin


And white (pictures to come...they've been kinda shy).

Yes, plenty of new boning stories to go around, but I think I'll need to ease back into it. So, if you'll indulge me with a bit of time, I will try very hard to get back to entertaining you.

aaaaaaaand.....he' back

As you have guessed, from me being back, it means things did not work out with my (now) ex. I'm absolutely not going to use this as a forum to be a whiney bitch and go into all the details, since a) it would be one-sided and that isn't cool b) several of my friends read this blog and I'd prefer things to be as amicable as possible, since my ex is really going to need all the support he can get. The long story short is it didn't work out, he's now back in Southern California on what he thinks is a temporary stay until I come to my senses/ what I HOPE is a permanent stay and that he comes to HIS senses and realizes it's over. I've earned my "mother teresa" award, and now I'm done. There are definitely some loose ends we'll need to take care of and I'm hoping this will be as easy as possible...but I know it most likely won't be.

One thing I can and will say is that my ex is the best workout bud I have ever been with (10x better than any professional trainer I've ever known) and got me bigger than I've ever been (14 1/2" biceps at present). So, the boy's looking good (I definitely didn't let being in a relationship give me an excuse to slack off). And since I'd gone all this time with sex with just one person (absolutely NOT a sacrifice, but definitely different...what it lacked in creativity it made up in comfort). In fact, when I finally did come to the realization that I am free to bone who I want/when I want now, it took me a little while to get the long-ranger back in the saddle. Meaning, before I even did anything, I spent the better part of the afternoon stroking and ultimately measuring myself to see if I was "up" for it (yup, clocked in at 8 1/2" suckaz!!). Reason being, when you're only with one guy, you don't have to impress him with how big you are (it's nice, but not required), but when you're hooking up with someone new mostly on the promise that you can deliver 8"...well...I'd personally find it more than embarassing if I didn't live up to that. Thankfully, I still can.

Once I had the courage (and the schlong) up, it didn't take long to get rythm going with previous and new holes. The first was a lanky 30-something white guy with an awesome bubble-butt. When he came over to my place, he had some impish smirk on his cute blond face. I just thought "we'll see who's smirking 10 minutes from now" and led him into my boning-lair. After flopping my cock out (BOY was I ready for this!) he knelt and put it into his mouth, giving me a decent blow-job. But of course, what I was after was located in the rear, so I brought him up, slid down his jeans saw that his pics did not do him justice; this ass was one prime-A slab of bubble-butt boy-beef. You be the judge:

I suited up the long-ranger and mounted him from behind. I had gotten so used to one hole for so long that my cock immediately noticed the difference and I got even harder, expanding and stretching his hole just by being inside it. Without me even moving my body he started whimpering and moaning in pleasure. When guys whimper or whine in bed, to me it's like a signal saying I can do anything I want to them, so I pulled my dick all the way out and watched his pucker close up tight, then I poked it open again and slid the whole cock in. I did this several times until his hole couldn't take anymore and he just gave up and left it open for me (no more pucker). Now that I had his hole trained to the size of my dick, I grabbed his hips and just started ramming him, taking out all my frustration and rage from the last moth on his ass. After about 5 minutes of pounding his poor defenseless hole, I flipped him over on his back. His unimpressive dick was standing at full attention which let me know he was really enjoying this, so I lifted his legs up and pushed them close together so all I saw was his hole (whatever he did with his dick and balls on the other side was his problem, not mine) and just fucked him like a bitch. After a few minutes of that, I just let loose and started cumming, ramming my cock inside him over and over to the point I thought I was going to break my balls from slapping against hiss ass so hard. I then released my grip on his legs and saw that I either hit a bulls-eye or that he had jacked himself off (didn't really care one way or another) as there was a pool of cum on his abs.

Before I could say "who's smirking now, bitch?" he looked at me, smiling and said, "you don't remember me, do you?" I held back my instinct to be a total dick at that moment by saying something rude, instead slightly shaking my head quizically. "We fucked a couple times about 10 years ago." Then it hit me; I did remember this guy. Decent fuck back then, about the same now. I smiled and nodded in recognition (hence the smirk when he walked in). He works about 10-minutes from me, so I might keep him in the harem.

The same day, I hooked up with a BAB (buffed asian boy) I fucked last year. Not sure if he made my blog tho:

The next day was a Polish guy from SF who had been wasting my time/annoying me for months last year asking me a bunch of stupid questions to the point where I just wrote him off as one of those idiots who gets off on c-sex. But he actually called saying he had a car and was dropping a friend off at SFO and this would be a perfect time to meet up finally. I let him come over, and TOTALLY was not disappointed (well, my expectations were low to begin with I suppose). He was also blond, white, nice ass (but didn't let me take a picture). I got off 2 good rounds in him but he didn't cum once, since he said he had already jacked off before coming over (uh....whatever dude. your loss).

And finally, on Sunday I kinda went to Disneyland as well; 23 year-old blond buffed (body-builder) former-military (well...Canadian military if that counts) from Vancouver. I met him online (recently updated my pics) and I knew since he was so buffed that he could probably get anyone he wanted, so he most likely chose me because of the length of the long-ranger. The fact was he was my second fuck of the day (the first one wasn't really worth writing about...so I won't) and I really wanted to make a good impression and was worried my own insecurity would set in. It turned out my worries were unfounded. The minute he stepped in (and I figured if I could just get him into my house I'd be home free) he practically fell to his knees to nuzzle my crotch. That totally took the pressure off (well, so to speak). When I finally got him into my den-o'-dick he couldn't get my shorts off fast enough to start sucking me. I indulged him since like I said, that was my ticket into Disneyland. I noticed he REALLY liked sucking me, so I started getting more aggressive; forcing his mouth open wide and using my cock like a prod into his mouth, then slapping his face with it (he couldn't get enough). I looked down and saw his jeans had been unbuttoned at some point and he wasn't wearing underwear. As I eased him up off my dick his jeans fell down and showed he was sporting about 3" from his blond pubes. After finally getting him to bend over (he needed to suck me a few more times, so it actually started to get frustrating) I mounted him and started the bone-dance.

He was really getting into it, and I got more and more verbal, in a commanding voice asking, "who's my little cock whore?" and he'd respond softly "I am", then I'd pop my cock out of his hole and slap his ass and command, "louder, bitch!" he said, "I AM!" then I rammed my cock back in his muscle-butt. As hot as he was, I really didn't even want to look at him in the face out of fear I'd feel inferior, so I just pumped him doggie-style until I was ready to cum. I just said, "I'm getting ready to cum, dude." and banged a load out (he did too).

Afterwards, it was "clean-up" time and he was of course a very typical and polite Canadian boy, making small-talk and friendly chit-chat. So, to all of you who have written over the months, thanks for the loyalty. It's good to be back.

Too young to settle down

A very heart-filled "sup??" to everyone out there. And my apologies for not blogging sooner as I said I would. First, I have to say thank you to everyone who has been emailing me...yes, I'm doing great. But one thing that has been coming up in emails over and over is "you are too young to settle down". Considering I'm technically old enough to be a grandfather in any 3rd world country, that doesn't really make sense to me. I think the hidden message there was "you can still get sex when you want it...so why do you WANT to settle down?" And the answer is, the guy I am with is totally worth it. In the 3 months we've been together he's kicked a 15-year drug habit, become "self-aware" (i.e. that he's not the only person on the planet), "washed up" (he'd gone a decade without giving too much thought in hygiene) and rejoined the work-force in a very high-paying job. He always had it in him...he just didn't have anyone to do it for. And while there was a week after the first month he moved up here when it could have gone either way (we had a huge blow-out fight), we are now extremely close and I am the happiest I've ever been in my life. And that says a lot.

I do want to say this: my job has currently taken me to Mexico City, and while I am not partaking in any shennanigans, they are EVERYWHERE to be had. I didn't get to visit my friend at Casa Cupula in Puerto Vallarta, since I'm here on business. But since my hotel is near Metro Hidalgo, pretty much every time I walk down the street I get "the look" from 5 - 10 guys. I was almost tempted to go to Baños Minas, one of the most sleazy, dank and CRUISY baths in Mexico just for old time's sake. But angel on my shoulder reminded me of what was waiting for me back home. But hey...if anyone else wants to go, I would HIGHLY recommend it. And Mexico is not at all as dangerous or unhealthy as the papers make it out to be. Anyway, since I'm not going to write about the INCREDIBLE sex I get to have now with my bestest bud, I'll wrap up here. I hope the best for everyone and will try to drop in from time to time.

checking in...

Just a quick thanks to all of your for your emails and support. I'll be post again in more detail probably early May. Till then, hang tight and be well...

Medium...

...was one of my favorite shows on TV. I'm not a die-hard or anything (to any show) but I enjoyed it for some reason. A few weeks back, as I was watching the episode, I saw one of the main characters killed-off, and I thought "here we go, one of their many weekly plot-twists". But as the episode went on, the character was still dead and to my surprise, it was due to the fact that this was the "Medium" series finale. While caught off guard, in the end I was at the same time happy the writers and producers respected their viewers enough to give us a nice wrap-up and finish. Well...

A couple weekends ago I went back down to LA to see my ex again. I rented a hotel room in the Embassy suites, which had significance for us since that was where he took me at age 19...and the first time we had sex (and I had sex with a guy). Unlike the time he spent up here at the begining of last month, this visit was much more grounded (no emotional roller-coaster) but also extremely intense and for lack of a better word, awesome. We both realized 15+ years ago that we made an extremely painful decision based on misplaced pride, insecurities and misunderstandings which as adults, seemed less than meaningless. We also both took responsibility for what we have done, what we failed to do, and for at times taking our misery out on each other, and others around us for the fact that we were not together. We both have since lived incredibly full lives, complete with ups and downs (his has arguably taken the farthest turn down) and yet still find more of a connection based on who we are now than when we knew each other in more innocent times. And I guess most importantly, despite all the barriers and obstacles, the biggest being his drug problem (he's currently in therapy for it, finally) the attraction, passion and balls-out love we feel for each other is just overwhelming.

I brought him back up here for Valentine's weekend (yes...cheesy) and rather than bore you the 72-hours of intense passion, romanticism and overall good-times, I'll just leave it at we are what I would say is officially a couple. We still have to talk through some things and there is a very uneasy road ahead, but some things in life are absolutely worth the struggle. So, my good and dear readers, with a heavy heart, but an optimistic eye to the future, this will be my last post on this blog for the foreseeable future. I never thought twice about posting about my sexual exploits with random fucks or my harem, but this relationship is so incredibly intimate and obscenely romantic and hot that I just can't shake the feeling it would be a betrayal to post about it (plus, there are many other "relationship" blogs; the web doesn't need one more). I thank you all for reading my rants over the years (FIVE FREAKIN' YEARS!) and sincerely wish all of you the best life has to offer, in and out of bed (or bathroom, forrest, rest-stop, porn-theater etc). And don't be affraid to reach out if you ever need to.

Since I won't be doing any random boning for awhile (and you may find surprising, I'm very addicted to monogomy when the chemistry is right...and you'll just have to take my work on this one) I won't be able to end this with some fresh new hole pics. And I thought one of those sappy montage endings was way beneath you. So, I'll just end with a very appropriate song:



Suave Knight out.

Friday Fornication

I don't know how many times I've been sick this last year, but it's more than I'd care to remember. And this last week was pretty bad, which finally prompted me to see the doctor (had a minor lung infection and got some antibiotics). So, of course everything, from work, gym, boning, social interaction just seemed a little more strained and difficult this week-- and I still did them all, just at a slower pace. But my demeanor has been recognizably crabby, and I've been taking it out on the more stupid people in my path, including my jinder boss. This was an actual interaction on our last phone call where he typically tries to posture for the higher-ups on the line:


Jinder: (frantically) uh...so, do you have a status of that document you are working on?

Me: well, it's been sitting in your inbox for the last 4 days waiting for your approval. So, I guess the status would be that you didn't think it was that important until just now.

Like I said, although my energy levels were pretty low, I did manage to work-out. The fucked up thing is I still can't put on weight because this bacteria in my lungs is like a tapeworm. Although I'm not getting as big as I'd like, I've still been looking pretty kick-ass and after my last work-out discretely walked into the mirrored part of the locker room to snap a quick phone-pic. The funny thing is, this is a totally ghetto/straight gym, and I happened upon this buffed Latin guy who was also standing in front of the mirror with his shirt off snapping a pic from his phone. When he saw me, he got totally startled and embarassed. I smirked at him and said, "hey, not a bad idea" then struck a cocky pose in front of the mirror and took a couple pics. He snickered and snapped a couple more of himself. I caught him checking me out, but unfortunately this potentially "Bow-chicka-BOW-wow!" moment did not happen, as I was late for an appointment I had already made with...

So, my dear readers, this is an ass you've seen before. Did you guess who it was? Yes, it was indeed our old friend trainer who has surfaced back into my weekly harem. I don't know if I've ever mentioned, but he's half-Peruvian and half-Sicilian (unfortunately for him, his dick comes from the Peruvian side).

The odd thing about Fridays for some reason is throughout the day and up until the late eve there are constant opportunities for boning. I don't know if it's because of people just in a "weekend" mindset, or out-of-towners just arriving or whatever. But while other nights of the week I couldn't find a piece of ass if I had to order it from a menu, Fridays are usually a full buffet. To that end, shortly after boning Trainer I got a call from someone who I'd been talking to earlier in the day that said he wanted to meet up ASAP...and that didn't happen, so I totally forgot about him and moved on. But when he did call that evening apologizing and saying he was "ready" now, I accepted and he came over.

Turns out this guy was a smaller, more buffed, younger version of MarcAnthony. He had a VERY nice ass and after some light foreplay I mounted him from behind. He wanted to do it in front of the mirror in my "boning laire" and watch, and I was fine with that. But when I finally flipped him over to do him missionary, that's when he just turned into a wild-cat. I was pumping his hole for a good 10 minutes and asked him, "are you getting close?" and he just whined and said, "noooo! I want more of that dick." So, I flipped him on his side and gave it to him for another 5 minutes, then said, "Grab your dick, I want to see you cum." Meaning, I don't have all day, and I'm still fluish, so let's do this. Although he was enjoying himself imensely, moaning, groaning and gyrating his ass to meet my thrusts, I could tell he was only giving his cock a very half-hearted tug and didn't have a real intention of cumming. So, I just thought "your loss, dude." and flipped him back missionary so I could get a load off. Shortly after, I hit the spot and started cumming pretty loudly. To his credit, he took the signal and started jacking his dick like a piston engine. I still had to fuck him for a good 2 minutes AFTER I came, but I did eventually get him to shoot his load.

Lastly, I will be heading back to Orlando towards the end of next month. I'm definitely gonna get as many hits off that Puerto Rican kids hole as I can. He says he's really up for it and looking forward to seeing me again. So, let's hope for the best.

So, always remember: "Do not, do not deny me, tonight my right to feel. Do not, do not deny me, my achiles heal. Do not, do not deny my fact I checked in detail. Do not, do not deny me, the clicking of the heals........"

The Power of Music

First, a shout-out to a certain local "well-wisher". Thanks for the encouragement.

Second, I don't know if I told you this before, but I have music constantly running through my head. It's like the sound-track of my life, and about half of it is music/songs I've heard before, and the other half is stuff my brain has either made up or possibly extracted from bits of music/sounds I've heard before. So, music is a big part of my existence. I have several playlists on my computer I listen to for different moments; while I'm workingl, while I'm relaxing, while I'm writing and of course, while I'm boning (this consists mostly of soul, R&B, Old-School and a bit of house thrown in). And here's something weird; since I was raised in the era of casettes (yes, I've dated myself yet again) I played those poor tapes to the point that they not only broke from the stress, but were actually surgically taped back together where they had ripped-- the music was that important to me. Point is, I listened to the taped music so long and so often that the music itself became often distorted, slowed, and even different sounding than it had. Then, lo' and behold along comes youtube and the advent of the internet when you can find essentially every song that was ever in existence, and the first thing I did was search for those long-forgotten songs that were unavailble anywhere else. And after listening to it, I was often surprised at how different the songs sounded, since my ears had grown accustomed to the distorted version. Aaaaaaanyway, what does this diatribe have to do with anything? Well....

There's a friend of mine I've spoken of several times on this blog (not naming him...yet). I'd always looked fondly at and had a soft-spot for him, in that I wish him every success and happiness. And we truly were good friends and clicked. But the other day, I found out a side of him that was very unsettling. Let me explain it this way that you, my readers can hopefully understand; let's say you are openly a stamp-collector, you like stamps, you are open about that fact, and really REALLY like everything about being a stamp-collector ; the lifestyle, the taste of the glue, the tradeshows etc. And say you had a very good friend of yours who you had known for a long time and who while he is absolutely NOT a stamp-collector never says a negative thing about it and always acts very comfortable, accepting and even encouraging about it. And say after years of this familiarity and bond between the two, you find out that this friend of yours is absolutely, rabidly and openly anti-stamps at his core-- he hates stamps. While he has never said this to you in person, nor even so much as hinted as much, you find this out somewhere that he has no idea you have access, nor would expect to know about. I know this is cryptic, but I'm kind of trying to think this one through because I'm having real problems here. Suffice it to say, seeing this person's true feelings about a very sensitive part of my life that is close to my heart and being was like a song I'd loved and played for years until one day I hear the "real" version and turned out to be hideous.

On the boning front, I got to fuck some very quality ass this week. Monday, I met with a guy who looks like Ryan Philipe circa 1996 (complete with the blond curly hair) so...gonna call him Ryan. He wanted me to come to his place but say he only had until 6:30pm as he had to go to dinner.

His ass was so fuckable, I couldn't help myself and after some very light foreplay at his place, I just needed to dive into his hairless hole so I could begin fucking it. He had a long dick, almost as big as mine, but I could tell he really wanted to suck me. I let him, and it was all I could do to pull him off it (did I mention, he had the most incredible ass). We finally got around to fucking, and I took that boy around the world and finally pounded a load out missionary (he jacked off and came a LOT, hitting the wall in back of him). After we were done, I went to the bathroom to wash up and when I came back started searching for my clothes as he was telling me how good it was, then in mid-sentence asked, "You're not going now, are you?" I don't know why, but when I have sex with really hot guys, I just assume they have other things to do afterwards and that they want me out. So, when he said that, I turned and smiled, saying, "I don't really have anywhere to go. Just thought you needed to get ready." We ended up fucking in round 2, and I really hope to add this boy to my harem.

Got to fuck one of the many flight attendants who live in the area (I've blogged and taken pics of him before, but here are the ones from the other night so you can compare and contrast if you are so interested).

Lastly, to mix it up a little, I fucked another buffed Asian boy (BAB) who could have been Shorty's older brother.

Since this post is getting a bit long (don't pretend your not enjoying the pics) I'll wrap here, leaving with you with one of the lovely tunes from my childhood that I played on one of the many poor cassette tapes I wore out.

Malleability

Let's start of with some...hmm....I dunno....boning? Sure, why not. This week was VERY full at work. And because of the shared stress, our powers-that-be have deemed it possible for us to now work from home 3 days a week. This is GREAT since my 20-mile commute now averages 1 hour and 15 minutes (yes, kids, the economy is picking up as evidenced by the traffic and number of Camry-driving jinders on the road). Unfortunately, my days working from home are also packed with phone-conferences and other tasks which has thus-far prevented me from doing some mid-day fucking. As a matter of fact, this whole week my crotch has been dryer than a stone in the Sahara. It wasn't until Friday evening that I had my first potential for some good-ol' fashioned in-and-out...but the fish were not biting. I spent a good hour or so trolling my website of choice, and finally broke down and put an ad up on craigslist (as you know, this usually means scaping the bottom of the barrel). I did finally get a bite from a 20-something Mexican dude from Oaxaca with a beautiful bubble-butt. He liked it from behind and kept looking back at me while I was plowing him. I don't know why, but I LOVED that.

I didn't mention this before, but I'm about 10 lbs underweight (well, under what I WANT to weigh) since I've been back from Europe. This ALWAYS happens when I'm there for longer than a week, since a) I don't get to go to the gym there (just do 100+ push-ups a day) and b) the food there just does not stick to you (plus the portions are a lot smaller than in the US). Anyone wanting to lose weight should definitely try living there for a month. Anyway, as I'm feeling mighty scrawny, I've been hitting the gym regularly, and tonite was no exception. I'm still not lifting the same amount as before I left, but hopefully by next week I'll at least be on my regular routine, and maybe a week after that back to the weight/tone I want to be.


After I got home, I got hit up by the same fuck bud I was in Orlando with last year. I had not seen him since a month after that trip, which often happens with him. He's Filipino-American (aka a Flam), buffed, 34, a ju-jitsu contender and very masculine. As such, his crowd is mostly straight and he has a tendency of falling off the end of the world for long periods of time. I have grown to accept this and don't take it personal. So, when he hit me up again this eve, I let him come over for SEVERAL deep fucks. He lets me do anything I want to him, and I absolutely do. The only thing I don't like is if I fuck him missionary, when I'm about to cum he always commands me to smile (not my natural facial expression in climax mode). So, anyway, here's an exercise for you, my loyal viewers:

These are actually two separates asses -- one is the Mexican guy I fucked Friday, and the other one is the Flam. Can you tell which one is which? I can...cuz I was inside both of them (mmmm-MMMMMM, Beeyotch!)

So, this year's catch-phrase is "Livin' like a lizard--fast and smooth." Oddly, a phrase I use often at work "just among us chickens" (since I don't like when men use "just between us girls") has caught on and is being used at the highest levels of my company now. And speaking of words, here's one for your brainy dictionaries (assuming it's not there already): malleability. This word has several connotations, but the one I'm referring to is the propensity to be shaped, plied or controlled by something else. Why am I bringing this up? Because ever since my ex visited me, HIS ex, OL caught wind of it and has been calling me and leaving message after message. I finally picked up and essentially he just wanted to stir the pot and find out any/all info on my ex.

I was very tight-lipped, which only made him try harder by recounting story after story, annecdote after annecdote about my ex in every gory detail. This only confirmed what I had long suspected; this guy is a sleaze. He loves being the victim and the hero of every story, but unbeknownst to him, my ex told the same stories from the opposite side. Somewhere in the middle of course is the truth, but no hero or victim to be found. What I was able to learn/triangulate from these stories, is OL is not only an enabler, but my take is that despite his moaning and toll of woe for my ex being a drug-user, OL actually prefered him like this. Why? Malleability. My ex is definitely a smart guy, incredibly smart. And strong willed. My guess is he was much more malleable while on drugs to OL, who guided him into that world to begin with over a decade ago. Anyway, when he realized he wasn't going to get any new fodder about my/our ex, he ended his tirade telling me he will be going into colon surgery this weekend. Do I need to say how appropriate this is?

K-A-R-M-A.

Back?

Thank you for the emails of concern, and yes, I'm finally back. And I'm begining this post with the intention of keeping it brief, since I'm pretty drained (only partially in a good way). I am physically back from Europe, but the travel itself was excrutiatingly tedious (4 days of snow delays at Heathrow and Gatwick with long hours of waiting in between). My first fuck of the New Year occurred on my way back through London; since I had to spend the night, I made a side-trip to Clapham Common. As I was walking around, I stumbled upon a couple of guys stroking each other. I kept my distance, but was motioned to come over and join, so I did. Although it was dark, I could see up close guys were hot and flipped out my dick, which was rock hard from weeks of no sex of ANY sort. One guy knelt and started sucking me and the other dude back and forth. This was OK until some obese, ugly Indian/Paki walked up and kept crowding us. No matter how much we all motioned and told him to "shove off", he was undaunted and kept trying to press against us until pretty much everyone simultaneously zipped up and left in disgust. As I walked away, a tall, hot 20-something guy with blond curly hair sprinted past me. He looked back and I gave my crotch a rub, which made him stop in his path. I walked towards him and and he looked around and said, "I'm really rushed." I reached around and shoved my hand down his pants to feel his butt-hole and said, "Then we'll have to make this quick." He moaned, and I took this as a signal and undid his jeans and pulled them down to reveal his bubble-butt.

I pulled my dick out again, suited up with the profo in my pocket and put some spit on my dick and positioned it at his hole; he bent over in compliance. As he did so, I smelled the ever familiar smell of cum; so I rubbed his hole again and put my finger to my face to smell it-- yup, he'd just been fucked raw. I didn't mind the sloppy seconds since I was wearing the profo and I REALLY just needed to get off. I shoved the long ranger inside him (not difficult, since someone else had loosened him up) and started pumping, basically just using his hole. I did ask him, "you like it mate? You feeling my cock up your bum? Ready for me to pound my load out?" and in probably less than 30 seconds I was done, spewing an eye-popping orgasm.

When I got back to the US last week, I had received yet another email from my ex stating how he really was sorry for anything he had put me through last year when I tried to come down to see him for the intervention. He stated the death (overdose) of his boyfriend put him in a mindset that this year he had to change. I told him, if he was serious, I'd put him on a bus so we could spend a weekend assessing the situation in "neutral" territory (i.e. away from enablers or any other bad influences...save yours truly). To my surprise, he agreed and Friday eve at the San Jose train station, after 15 years, I met the first guy I'd ever had sex with, fell in love with, planned a life with, become infuriated with, and ultimately broken up with.

In the 48 hours we spent together, it went from awkward, to desperate, to familiar, to sad, to nostalgic and a host of other peak/valley emotions in between. The first night, he was still coming off of crystal meth, which gave him a very mellow and almost disturbing demeanor. We slept in the same bed and even ended up doing some mild, heavy-petting and making out, although he was extremely awkward and self-conscious of his physique (which I personally liked) as he used to be a very buffed version of Keanu Reeves and now in his mid-40's had put on some extra pounds. He still looked very good, with the exception of his ass, which had turned extremely saggy (and he had a very obvious meth-dick and balls which had shriveled due to steroid use). He eventually fell asleep, and I spent the entire night lying next to him, awake, listening to him breathe, snore, sleep-talk etc. He must have slept for over 12 hours, and the next day his old personality finally started appearing slowly but surely.

I think this post has gotten a bit self-indulgent, so I'll wrap it up saying, by the time he left, we had shared some very emotional moments (good and bad) but both hopefully came to some foregiveness/acceptance over the damage caused between us. I'm still in awe at the whole event; it was like getting a visit from your favorite movie star, comic book hero and best childhood friend, and at the same time fearing this person couldn't have cared less about you. I have absolutely no idea if this was a turning point for him, or if I will ever see him/hear from him again. I AM hoping the best for him, while at the same time hoping lady catharsis will pay me a visit sometime very soon.