tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52453727297692886162024-03-13T08:14:26.148-07:00Suave KnightAKA my "boning blog"...sexploits, random rants and a collection of bottom boysSuave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.comBlogger142125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-80678084928580635712020-01-27T23:54:00.000-08:002020-01-27T23:54:47.133-08:00SplitSo, first of all, thanks so much for the emails; I definitely feel humbled from all the kind comments (who knew? š ). So, as promised, I'll now proceed to continue moving forward and go on with the current story...ready? Here goes:<br />
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So...what exactly is the back-story here you may ask?As I mentioned, I relocated with the BF to Southern California. Even though I've lived on 4 continents already, this move was actually as unique as it was special for a few reasons. When I first joined the work-force way back when, I'd be sent down to San Diego for various reasons and at the end of the workday would find myself talking with colleagues saying, "some day...I really would like to live here..." But it always seemed very untouchable, since there really wasn't much industry there (unless you were in the military, in which case you got your board taken care of) and it kind of seemed like a rich people's playground. Well, in the span of the last decade, the Californian economy has turned upside-down; San Francisco has become the most expensive real estate per square foot in the country. In other words, given how much I was making in Northern California, real estate in Southern California suddenly didn't seem so unreasonable. So, for less than I could buy a 2 bedroom/1 bathroom "fixer" in SF I ended up buying a palatial mansion walking distance from downtown San Diego. Granted, these days you'd be walking over/through a hoard of homeless and tents...so I'd definitely recommend driving. But the point is, I did it. And my BF convinced his job that he could do just as well working remotely/from home...so, that's where he lives. ME on the other hand...well, not so lucky. My job was GREAT for the first year I was there; they let me work from home in SD but I'd still come back up to Nor Cal to be in the office when I had to. But around summer of last year, they fired my manager and replaced him with one of the most hideously defective jinders (actually, he's pretty standard as far as Indians go) to the point that I knew this wouldn't end well...and it didn't. I ended up having to leave that job in November and have been kind of relaxing/recovering over that experience ever since.<br /><br />So, these days since I'm not working I spend MOST of my time in San Diego, but as I'm typing this, I'm in Nor Cal. Reason being, the jobs that are most "my speed" (i.e. salary, background etc) are still in Nor Cal...haven't been able to escape that yet. I REALLY want to find something that will let me work from home in SD, but not sure that will happen. I hope it does. As you can see from the video, my BF and I have some pretty wild and amazing times together (sexually and otherwise). For those of you who know me this far, I'm 100% a top, but unfortunately, so is my BF (well, let's say he's 80% top). But he's definitely aggressive, to the point of borderline sadistic (who am I kidding? he's definitely a light sadist). By that I mean he LOVES shoving his dick in someone hard the moment it goes in...he seriously gets off on that. Plus the whole humiliation/making someone smell his armpit kind of stuff. So, when he met the muscle bottom in this video at a club and said his BF (me) was also a top, well...it's pretty much like shooting fish in a barrel. The funny thing was, in this video, I had JUST finished pounding this poor dude's butt pretty hard and was wanting a rest. So, my BF was getting ready to take HIS turn...but he was taking too long...so while we were all waiting, I just took another look at this guy's spectacular muscle butt and NICE pink hole, and had to take a few more hits from him.<br /><br />So, sorry if this seems a bit rambling/disjointed. I guess that's kind of my mood at the moment. So, keep those emails and comments coming. Always good to hear from you all and reconnect.Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-2429958157080625582020-01-10T14:23:00.000-08:002020-01-10T14:23:28.842-08:00The way homeYup...it's me. I know it's been literally years since I've posted. And I'm VERY sorry to everyone who was asking me to continue this blog. As I've answered many of you in private, I'm seriously both floored and grateful for your kind words and admiration. Thank you, thank you, thank you once again. If there is anyone out there still interested, I'll go into what's been going on these past years. But to start off, I'll give you a quick snap-shot of my current life:<br /><br />I'm still with the same guy I was with in my teens/got back together with 8 years ago now (FUCK!!! Can't believe it's been THAT LONG!!!). The difference between then and now is he is now a very successful career-man, we have a few properties (one in Northern CA and one is Southern CA; both of which I spend about 1/3rd of my time at) and I guess most importantly for the purposes of this blog, we have an "agreement", in that anyone we've already boned prior to getting together are "grand-fathered", meaning I can still get with my old "harem", but anyone new, we have to "break-in" together. One thing I never said before is that both my BF and I are 100% tops. Not saying we don't do/haven't done what couples expectedly do together; just that we're both "wired" to be tops. Not going into TOO much detail here (yet) but suffice it to say, my BF is not only a very "aggressive" top, but also very picky about what types of guys he's into (meanwhile, I'm definitely more open about body types, ethnicity etc). We do 3 ways now because a) I LOVE watching him fuck other guys and b) it allows him to get out his sexual energy as a top...which I just can't handle. As an example, here's a quick video to show you the type of stuff we've been up to:<br />
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Got it? Satisfied? Well...we sure were šš . OK, enough of that (for now). So, another reason for me writing again is because I left my last job in November (and not under "fun" circumstances). Might go into that sometime as well, but for now I don't want to make this too heavy. But I've been taking the "down time" to travel and go back and forth between our houses (just an hour flight, so not a big deal). My last trip was two days ago, which kind of "shook" me; I got a last-minute ticket and was seated WAAAAAY back in the ass-end of the plane, and shortly after I was seated I noticed the attendants brought on a young boy (maybe 7 or 8 years old) and sat him in a row by himself. As the plane started taxiing for take-off, he started crying softly, then looked out the window and started waving. OK...I seriously can't tell you how much this moved me, because it took me back to MY childhood when I was put on a plane by myself where no one spoke my language and I had no idea what was ahead of me; it was in fact what turned out to be the tail-end of a VERY rough childhood. So, after the plane took-off, I walked over to the aisle seat of the row the kid was at and said enthusiastically, "hey, li'l bro! I seriously get really bored on planes. But you seem cool. Mind if I sit here for a minute just to stretch my legs?" The kid stopped crying for a second and nodded. "Thanks...hey, just curious; have you ever played a game called 'hi-lo' before?" He shook his head no. "Ah, well, it can be fun; think of a number...like, the exact number of times you've flown on a plane before, but don't tell me. You got it?" He nodded. "OK, I'm going to try and guess the number, and if the number I guess is too high, you have to put out your thumb and say "lower", and if I'm too low, say "higher", OK?" He nodded. Turns out this kid had flown 37 times before, which told me he wasn't crying because he was afraid of flying. After several bad "guesses" on my part, I told him that he "won" because he stumped me, and remembered I had some UK coins from my last trip and gave him one as a "prize". Turns out he was very visibly missing someone (turned out to be his Dad) that he was leaving in So Cal. I told him "You know, it's OK to miss someone, since that means that person made life good...and it's always good to remember good times. Just don't forget to have fun and remember the life going on around you right now...because whoever you are missing wouldn't want you to be sad...he'd definitely want you to be happy and having fun...right?" He nodded. "See? That's what makes the person you are missing so awesome. So, you have to respect what they want for you, and be happy too, right?" He nodded and smiled. I told him I had to go back to my seat and "work" for awhile (really, just didn't want people starting to get the wrong idea about me sitting by a young, unaccompanied kid) but told him to let the flight attendants or me know if he needed anything...even just to play games. After I sat down, a female flight attendant came over to me and said, "I was listening to what you said from the galley; can I bring you a complimentary drink?" "Nah, all good," I responded, "I know he'll be in good hands with you guys".<br />
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So, now I'm back "home", away from the BF for another week. What will I be doing? Well, if there's anyone out there still interested, I'll let you know. Meanwhile, for all my readers, I offer this apology and promise; once again, I'm sorry for not being on these years, but if you are still out there, let me know and I will absolutely keep writing for at least the next few months. Got a lot planned...Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-87666565654385118372012-02-13T12:13:00.000-08:002019-11-30T01:28:35.205-08:00Sex Parties: what NOT to doI ended up going to a sex party on Friday that I had actually been looking forward to for a few weeks. It was at a private house in SF and the hosts were very selective on their invites; masc, in-shape, under 35 only...but there were definitely a few people older than 35...even one of the hosts. When I showed up, it was a nice, but smallish SF bottom flat unit. They did it up pretty well with black-lights and matresses in various parts of the 2-room+ kitchen space and there were already many guys there standing around chatting in their underwear. The issue here is...this went on WAY too long, meaning they wanted it to be more like a social party where people ended up having sex as opposed to a sex-party where people ended up socializing. Plus, they had alcohol so a few of the guys were getting louder, queenier and more obnoxious as the time wore on. But I have to say, aside from those individuals, the hosts did a very good job of selecting the guests; I would have gladly fucked 80% of them. I had my eyes on two hot guys in jockstraps, who it turns out were boyfriends (or bottom-buds apparently). As the crowds started (FINALLY) getting more handsy, the jockstrap dude I was REALLY wanting started making out with some smaller, twinkish dude. Rather than go to "plan B" which was to get with his boyfriend, I decided to let this play out since a) I'm not into kissing, but would let the twink do all the lip-work and b) this would most likely get the other dude horned up eventually, and from the looks of things the twink had nowhere near the equipment I had, so no competition. Sure enough, the two soon started pulling out and rubbing each other's dicks while rolling around/making out on the matress. As for me, the long-ranger let me know he was up for a ride, so I casually moved toward the pair and pulled my cock out. The jockstrap dude looked up and didn't miss a beat- he practically lept from the arms of the twink and onto my cock and started sucking. I let him do it for a few minutes, then leaned in and said, "you have an awesome ass, dude! Want me to slide my cock in so you can see how it feels?" He nodded, putting a condom on and bending over doggie. Good boy! I put some spit on it, slided it in, and started a very slow fuck. He was loving it, and so was I. I don't know how many people were watching us, but two more couples joined us on the matress in their own make-out session as we fucked.<br />
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I flipped the dude over missionary, and we were face-to-face; he was a hot, 20-something white guy with dark hair, light skin and blue eyes (kinda looked like a younger version of Scott Wolfe back in the day). I was giving him a good fucking, but dodging his kisses (he had garlic breath too). Then suddenly, he pushed me out and smiled, saying, "I need to rest up for a minute." I tried my best to smile back and not let on how fucking annoying that was. So, I started stroking his neck, massaging his hole, licking his nipples-- just trying to get the dude's motor running again. I don't know what I did, or if anything, but he lifted his legs and just guided my cock back in (I took the cue and started fucking again). This time, I was like, "pshhh, fuck HIM!" and decided I was just going to get my rocks off before he changed his mind again. So, I started pushing in him harder and more agressively, till I just let loose and shot off a nice load (I tried to keep my voice down tho, as there were still conversations going on around the party and I didn't want to draw attention). I thought I was going to be all cocky and just pull out and casually say "later, dude" but I looked down at his abs and he had shot a conspicuously huge load all over himself (bulls-eye, BEE-YOTCH!) So, I guess I did the trick without even caring. Hitting a bulls-eye did put me in a better mood, so I smiled and slapped his butt lightly as I pulled out and walked over to the bathroom. When I walked in and turned on the light to wash up, I noticed the condom I was wearing was in a ring around the upper part of my dick; at some point it had broken, so I was essentially barebacking that dude and that huge load I shot was somewhere deep inside him. I quickly started washing up (wasn't in a panic, but still, better safe than sorry). When I exited the bathroom, I looked around for the dude to let him know what had happend, but he had already changed and left with his boyfriend.<br />
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My attention quickly turned to a tall 30-something Viking-looking blond dude. He was thin and lanky, but had a very solid bubble-butt and ALSO came with a boyfriend (skinny skater-looking dark-haired dude). They were both hanging out in the kitchen, when almost spontaneously the Viking started fucking his boyfriend, standing up. I watched for a bit as my cock started getting nice and big then from the show in front of me. Then, just as suddenly, the skater dude stepped away and left, leaving the Viking with his curved 6" dick in the air. I walked over to him and said, "damn, that was hot, dude. You know how to fuck." He smiled and replied "thanks." I said, "maybe you should rest up for awhile and let someone help YOUR butt out now." he smirked and said, "it's possible..." Not knowing what that meant, I just smiled back and waited around to see where this went. His boyfriend soon came back and dropped to his knees and started blowing his Viking. I saw my opportunity and parted that incredible bubble-butt to massage his hole; no reaction or defense...so yeah : ) I suited up and slid inside him from behind as his boyfriend blew him. As I started pumping, I felt the skater-dude's hand from below lightly stroking and pulling on my balls. This was a first...and it felt AWESOME. I took advange of this and just pumped out orgasm #2. After that, I was pretty much done from the night and went home. Why? I didn't really feel like socializing, and clearly the hosts did not seem to understand the difference between a sex-party. So, a note to all you sex-party organizers; do NOT create an environment where guys can just hang around in their underwear all night...cuz many of them will. Do NOT have the social areas in ear-shot of the sex areas, because it puts a lot of guys off (especially when they hear cackling queens while trying to do some boning). And do NOT serve alcohol unless you have someone who can manage drunks... because they will show up.<br />
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Lastly, I hit another bulls-eye 2 days after the party with a regular fuck-bud from my harem. Never happened with him before, so it was hot (for both of us). Not going to go into the whole ego-stroking conversation that followed, but yeah... : ) Anyway, off to Puerto Rico next week.Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-19001882438595479152012-02-06T21:14:00.000-08:002019-11-30T01:34:17.992-08:00ABCD part 4My job has been VERY stressful this last week. The cliche' "a lot on my plate" is pretty accurate, to the point that just as I'm about to grab a few minutes for lunch somone seems to always have an "urgent" request that requires me to be on the phone immediately. And just like that, my days go by without me so much as having a bag o' chips to eat. I know...boo-fuckin'-hoo, but I'm just sezzin, it's getting pretty stressful. On the brighter side, my work is sending me to Puerto Rico in 2 weeks, which is kinda cool since I haven't been there since my early 20's. From what my boricua friends tell me, it's changed a lot. When I was there I stayed at a place called the "Atlantic Beach hotel" which was gay, but now apparently it has switched owners and downgraded to just "gay friendly". Back in the day, the owners and staff were gay, and if the bell-boys thought you had any money, would not hesitate to get in the shower to show you how it worked. Looking back I can't remember how many guys I fucked when I was there. I do remember I had to fend of a few very agressive and sleazy old American pilots who apparently infest San Juan. I also remember getting hit on by a hugely buffed light-skinned Puerto Rican dude and his friend, a more typical-looking Puerto Rican guy; both in their 20's as well. I opted for the light-skinned guy, took him back to my hotel room and ended up fucking him...AND discovering that not all Puerto Ricans are hung (that was a surprise). The next day, his friend came over and I ended up fucking him too, so...I had a pretty full plate. I'm under no pretenses that this trip will be as...er...adventurous as my last time there, but I'm also hoping my work-load will not stress me out of having ANY fun while I'm there.<br />
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So, as far as boning this last week, I've pretty much been sticking to my regular newly-formed harem; more out of expediency and reliability than loyalty. The exception was Saturday night: I had just had a full day involving, car-shopping, a HARSH workout (hells yeah!), an extensive Korean BBQ dinner and a photo exhibition from a friend of mine down in the south bay. By the time I got home around 11pm I was totally wiped. But, I did get a call from the <a href="http://suaveknight.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-year-gone-by.html">white kid I wrote about back in December</a> (haven't heard from him since). He said, "hey, just wanted to say hello. And that I miss your amazing dick." I said, "alright li'l bro. Good to hear from you. How you been?" "Fine....um...is it too late to come over?" For anyone else, I probably would have said it was...but I can't put in to words how awesome his hole is. I'm sincerely in awe...and I've not only been around the block, but I'm a registered tour-guide there at this point. I responded, "well, how soon can you be over? I have an early morning tomorrow, so I don't want to make it too late." He quickly added, "I can be over in 20 minutes. And I don't even need to cum. I already jacked off twice today. I just want to feel that cock of yours inside me again." At this point, the swelling in my underwear made the decision for me, so I told him to come over as soon as he could and he agreed, saying, "I'll just wear a jock, so my ass is all yours. Is that cool?" ummm.....psssshyeah!!!!!!!<br />
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The long and longer of it is he came over, dropped his pants, and that white butt of his in that jock-strap should be classified a world herritage site, as it is truly something to behold. I got the impression he just wanted to be used, so I resisted the impression to eat him out or do any kissing/heavy-petting with him. Instead, I just suited-up the long-ranger and mounted him from behind. Although he seemed to need to go slow at first, I soon got him to take a pounding doggie-style. When I flipped him on his back so I could do him missionary, he looked up at me and asked, "are you going to get your dick off in me?" I didn't answer with words; I just held his legs wide open, slide my cock back in his incredible pink hole and started power-driving him until I started cumming. After my thrusts started slowing down, I noticed my cock was still rock-hard, so I just went with it and kept fucking him, and was still really enjoying it. I let his legs down slightly and I guess he thought I was ready to pull out, so he grabbed my hips and said, "wait..." I smirked, lifted his ass up a little so his ass was arched over my lap then aimed my cock directly at his boy-button and started poking his g-spot with some quick thrusts. His eyes opened wildly, and he let out a huge wimper as he suddenly grabbed his dick out from his jock and asked, "what are you doing???" "I'm hitting your spot, dude" I responded casually, and without a second more, he started unloading a huge volume of cum all over his chest and abs. So, will he come back again? Probably. But not counting on it anytime soon. I've met guys like that before who are all about the control of coming over for sex when THEY want it, knowing guys like me can't say no to our dicks (or their ass).<br />
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Finally, ABCD (another big cock debate). I have a hypothesis on why certain racial groups are known for big dicks, and it begins in pre-history. Think back to Africa, for example, when humans were essentially hunter-gatherers and pretty much fucked whenever they want AND would usually only do it from behind (missionary position is a relatively new phenomenon anthropologically speaking). So, it's no secret that black folk be havin' some ghetto onions (aka big butts). So, logically, if you were trying to get some pussy back in the day, you may have even had to force yourself on a woman from behind while she was gathering berries or whatever. Point is, if you had a small penis, you might manage to penetrate through that big booty, but just barely, and the semen would probably be easily expelled once the deed was done. Therefore, it would only be guys with big dicks who could really get in there from behind and manage to penetrate deep enough to leave some seed (and thus big-dicked offspring via natural selection). So, my theory is that in societies where the woman have traditionally had big buts (note: not wide, but big) you will also generally find guys with big dicks. I can absolutely say this is the case where I am from too. Not saying it's ALWAYS like that, or that other societies where women DON'T have big butts don't have their instances of big-dicked dudes. Just saying I think there was indeed some pre-historic natural selection at work back in the day. <br />
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On a separate note: a friend of mine told me casually that "big dicks are a recessive gene". I have never heard this, nor do I know of any way to confirm or deny this. So, I'm definitely open to hear any facts or ideas on the subject.Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-86086307729449875152012-01-30T21:27:00.001-08:002019-11-30T01:40:58.240-08:00Deal-BreakersYes, I did it again: I went back to the underwear party. AND I learned a valuable lesson: never go to one less than 1 month in between the last one as they only get about 1/3 the amount of people to show up. I ended up fucking this nice 20-something dark-skin latin dude in a stall in the bathroom (both of us came in about 5 mins, then I threw the profo in the toilet and set out to see who else was worth having a look at). About 1 hour later I fucked another leather dude there, but nothing worth writing home about, so I didn't even bother cumming; just pulled out, smiled and peeled the profo off my dick into the toilet and left. Now, here's where it gets hot; as I was exiting that stall, the same dude I fucked earlier was heading into a stall at the end of the row with another younger hotter light-skin latin kid. I casually entered the vacant stall next to them, sat on the toilet and looked at the ground to see what was going on. At first their feet were toe-to-toe, so they were most likely making out. After a few minutes, I saw the dark-skin dude's knees come down (he was giving the other dude a blow-job). This went on for awhile, until the knees came up, then the other dude's knees came down (now HE was blowing the dark-skin dude). This lasted for a couple minutes, till I saw the dark-skin guy's shoes turn around (the light-skin guy was eating the other guy's hole... NOW it was getting interesting). A few more minutes, then the knees went up, and moments later I started hearing some grunts and sligh slapping noises. I let that go on for about a minute, then quietly got up to stand on the toilet and lean over to see: the light-skin dude was fucking the dark-skin dude with full force; this looked like a very rough fuck. I caught the eye of the dark-skin dude and he gave me this look of surprise, then total longing at the realization of what might happen, like a dog that wants to be let in the house. I smirked and signaled for him to unlock the stall. He casually leaned over and unlocked it; and before the other dude knew what happened I was right in there next to him watching him roughly fucking the dark-skin dude. <br />
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What I REALLY wanted to do was fuck the light-skin dude while he did the dark-skin dude (I had already been in there). I started massaging the light-skin dude's hole, which he didn't appreciate at all (he was pretty drunk as well, but not drunk enough that I could force myself on him without a struggle). Also, by the way he was fucking the other dude, he gave me the impression that he was probably a "weekend gay", so I didn't want to be a dick and spoil the mood, and instead started massaging his neck and shoulders while he pumped the other dude. After a few minutes, he finally needed to catch his breath and pulled out; he had been barebacking the dark-skin dude and had a fat uncut dick wet and shiney from butt-juice. Without missing a beat, I pulled out a profo from my sock, suited up, and slipped back inside the dark-skin dude's butt-hole. I immediatly noticed his grunts were now more like whimpers and moans; more like really enjoying it rather than just taking it like a good boy. I started getting a good rythm going and turned to the light-skin dude next to me and said, "see? this is how you fuck a butt". He smiled and said, "hot." After a few minutes of him watching intently, I felt my balls start churning. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, I grabbed the dark-skin dudes waist with one arm, and his shoulder with my other and started pounding hard, pumping a load out. As I started slowing down and breathing heavy while my dick drained, the dark-skin dude said, "wait, don't stop! I want to cum" and began jacking his dick. I said, "don't worry..." then abruptly slipped my cock out and positioned the other dude behind him, "...you have your second string right here." The other dude didn't miss a cue, and slipped his bare cock back inside and continued his rough fuck as I exited the stall. I spent the next few minutes cleaning up in the sink and heard all the grunting and fumbling; the light-skin dude probably had a whisky dick and this would last a lot longer than I cared to stick around for.<br />
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OK, earlier in the week I got to bone a HOT 32-year-old buffed red-head dude (Yes! Red-heads; the cadilac of pubes!!!) While I'm an equal opportunity bone-master, anyone who knows me (or follows this blog) understands I have a major soft-spot for red-heads, especially because they usually come with light-skin and pink holes. And this guy being ripped and absolutely hot was just too good to be true. Unfortunately, he lives 45 mins away, which in the gay world might as well be transcontinental. So, hopefully I'll see (bone) him again, but it might not happen.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVsJiu60Z0GnolOTMQMFB8F9FvwmKXpVqsWCTnO8A9NUP973lUbzB75a0uF0QPVdCuFXzyKZzF3g1sAuaKl-vIq78G-2x8M6vrGD-44MsebX9Qw4dWMDdN028u-M5lF4fcYITOiwHz17M/s1600/wayne+001.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703663717615264866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVsJiu60Z0GnolOTMQMFB8F9FvwmKXpVqsWCTnO8A9NUP973lUbzB75a0uF0QPVdCuFXzyKZzF3g1sAuaKl-vIq78G-2x8M6vrGD-44MsebX9Qw4dWMDdN028u-M5lF4fcYITOiwHz17M/s200/wayne+001.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdIlqKMR5WMJiFq0GHCZmjoi2ImEyRIQQihIayOzpjRuxOSayP8hfezAweghu7ieOTSKfEKCMceLWD70hsvpuvw0TbIW-hLrSuXBBC9q4kk9nxo_mOW7TAdY8aWkpJ-JAEaYWVYHCGxXs/s1600/wayne+002.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703663719057306434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdIlqKMR5WMJiFq0GHCZmjoi2ImEyRIQQihIayOzpjRuxOSayP8hfezAweghu7ieOTSKfEKCMceLWD70hsvpuvw0TbIW-hLrSuXBBC9q4kk9nxo_mOW7TAdY8aWkpJ-JAEaYWVYHCGxXs/s200/wayne+002.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /></a><br />OK, now a topic some of you might not want to stick around for: Deal-breakers (caution: leave NOW if you don't want to read something graphic). A couple-days after I hooked up with the red-head, a 20-year-old Latin kid I'd been talking to for a week or so (and thought we really hit it off) said he wanted to come over. When he arrived, he was so hot (like a younger, darker, goatee'd version of Eric Bana) that I actually felt pangs of insecurity because...well, of anything. I invited him in and didn't really get a hesitant vibe from him other than the typical nervousness so we made it into my boning-laire. We started with some heavy-petting, and little-by little the clothes came off to reveal he had a long 7" uncut dick (more insecurity!!! What if the long-ranger can't make it to 8"??? Deep breaths...calm blue ocean...) Then the kid started kissing my pecs, which really made all my anxiety go away. When my hands rubbed his back, then made their way down to his bubble-butt, the long ranger was at full attention...so, yeah : ) He stroked me for a bit, then I moved behind him and tried to push him over my bed...but he resisted. "Uh-oh...now it starts" I thought. I whispered, "relax dude. I want to make your butt feel good." He responded, "I know you will. I'm down for you to fuck me if you want." I smiled, "Oh, we're definitely gonna fuck dude. I just want to get your hole nice and wet for it so you'll be relaxed." Now he was getting nervous, and replied, "I'm not clean enough for that today. But we can fuck if you're down. If not it's coo." Not wanting to miss the opportunity, like a dumb highschool virgin I fumbled for a profo in the pocket of the sweats on the floor and suited up the long-ranger. The kid grabbed it and standing up, guided it in slowly, but completely while standing upright.<br />
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OK...I'm not stupid or naive; I knew something was up. But DAYUM it felt good inside this kid's bubble-butt!! I started slow at first just kind of gyrating my dick around in him (really all I could do with him standing upright in front of me). Then as I started getting an in-and-out rythm going he started loosening up and getting into it (his long hard 7" dick was leaking like a fawcet). At one point, I finally bent him over the bed as I started pumping harder. I grabbed his butt-cheeks to spread them and let every inch of my cock in...and that's when I saw it--anal warts all around his hole. I didn't want to be a dick about it, so I just kept pumping like nothing was wrong and just focused on getting my rocks off. In about a minute, I commanded, "grab your cock dude, I'm gonna blow!" He did as commanded and started jacking off his dick while I pumped my load out. Then quicker than you can say, "wheredjago?" I was out of him and in the bathroom scrubbing my cock off in the sink. About 5 mins later I came back and he was lying on the bed naked. "You need to wash up?" I asked. "Nah, it's coo" he said as he rubbed his crotch and hands with the cum rag I left by the bed. Aaaaand, this is why he has anal warts. We chatted for a few minutes, and it turned out he had taken the bus over, so I offered to give him a ride back home (less than 2 miles away). After I dropped him at his appartment complex, he said, "so...you have my number. Call me, OK?" And, well....that was not going to happen. This kid was hot in every way shape and form; hot body, face, demeanor and huge cock/bubble-butt. And the anal warts were OK finding out during sex, but not OK for a repeat. But I didn't want to be a dick. I figured he was probably caught up in the moment and like most 20-year-old would succumb to ADD in an hour or so and forget all about me, so I replied, "sure thing li'l bro. But you have my number too."<br />
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Bottom line; I have few deal-breakers, but they are very solid; no flaking, no flaming, no sparking, no flabby asses...and no anal warts. Other than that...Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-67530065167015788172012-01-19T20:54:00.000-08:002019-11-30T01:43:19.244-08:00Orlando...for the last timeJust getting back from Orlando, and I am completely underwhelmed. The party I had planned didnāt happen, mostly because my flight was delayed, so by the time I got into town/into my hotel to send the email with the room #, it was just 1 hour prior and everyone made other plans. One guy did show up; a hot (but a little too hairy for my usual taste) lanky Guido. He was kinda disappointed there was no party, but was still very eager for me to fuck himāwhich I did, twice. We spent a couple hours total together and seemed to hit it off; when I told him I was in town for a few more days he suggested we should hang again and maybe do dinner. I said Iād be up for it and we made plans for the next eve. I called the next day and left 2 messages (one in the morning and one in the eve) but never heard back. The next day I got an email saying āsorry, had a bad day yesterday. U still in town?ā Fuck that; my āno flakeā rule is strictly in place, especially when there are so many other opportunities to be had. And I did partake a couple more times, but really nothing to write home about. From talking to other people in Orlando (as well as my own experience to date) what Iām noticing is a) Orlando guys are 9ās on the flakey spectrum b) a disproportionate amount of them tend to be on prozak/Zoloft/depression medication c) they tend to complain about how bad things are in Orlando. The <a href="http://suaveknight.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-pool-party-ever.html">kid I met years back </a>is no exception, and I didnāt even bother looking him up/letting him know I was heading out there this time. Plus, for some reason EVERY time I head to Florida (Mexico too) I get extremely bloated and it takes me 3 days to shake it. In short: Iāll be happy if I donāt ever make it back to Florida, especially Orlando. Been there, tapped that.<br />
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Speaking of which, before I left for Orlando, I did get to pump a very nice bubble-butt bottom; he's 40, body-builder but white-collar professional type who's also "partnered" (yeah...whatever). He was an awesome fuck; liked it slightly rough so I got to do whatever I wanted with him. And hey...you guys gotta give me mad props for all the "meat basked" shots I've been putting up these days : )<br />
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Im still hella jet-lagged, so this is gonna be a short post. So, to wrap, hereās a photo-shoot (meaning I took photos, then the long-ranger got to shoot) of my long-time friend (and fuck-bud) Muff-diver. He has one of the nicest asses on the planet (former dancer), but you be the judge. If anyone is in the Northern California area and wants to tap that, let me know as heās VERY versatile and has the right equipment for top and bottom sex.<br />
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Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-61108070885683070262012-01-08T15:59:00.001-08:002012-01-08T18:33:05.190-08:00A Good StartBack in the US now after a not-so-fun trip over the holidays (family drama, as many of you probably experience yourselves, so not going to bore you with someone else's). On my way back to the US, I did get a stop-over in London, and stayed at a shitty hotel near Clapham Common just so I could walk over for some boning whenever I wanted throughout the night...and I got 3 pieces of ass (2 mediocre, but one TOP Quality).<br /><br />The week I got back, I decided to go to the Underwear party in SF since I hadn't been in over a year. So...here's the thing: I fucked 3 guys there, ALL hot...but it took me all night. The first dude was some 30-something "twink", meaning he said he was 21, which he obviously was not, so he was either drugged-out beyond his ability to distinguish reality or just living on another planet or both. Still, he was hot and told me by chance he'd be at the party and I should look for him and just guide him by the hand someplace dark and fuck him. I did find him, and tried to take him somewhere, but he started giggling and said, "It's too early. I'm not ready yet. Maybe later." Now, it's not that this guy was overwhelmingly hot or anything; tall, lanky, nice ass in a jockstrap, but I felt like I was owed his ass for some reason. And as much of tweaker as he was, I knew someone else would get to him eventually and I was determined not to be the beneficiary of sloppy seconds. So, I casually followed him at a distance like a stealthy predator until about 1/2 hour later he was locking lips with some equally twinky looking guy in the corner (who I could guarantee was not packing the 8" gift I had in my speedos). I watched as their heavy-petting got gropey, and at that moment the long-ranger took over-- I wrapped-up got right behind the tall twink, and just positioned my cock at his hole. He didn't struggle or push me away, so I pushed harder, then it just popped in. He was standing straight up lip-wrestling with the other dude, so I couldn't even bend him over. But I was so horned up I didn't care and just fucked him right there only to get my dick off...which I did in probably less than a minute. After that I just pulled out, threw the condom in the corner and walked away to wash in the bathroom. The punch-line is he passed-by me a couple more times and with a huge grin asked, "when are you gonna fuck me again?" I just smiled the first time, and scowled and rolled my eyes the second (there were much better opportunities afoot now). I ended up fucking a VERY cute blond kid with a 7"+ uncut dick in the bathroom, and a bubble-butt black bottom with some butt-out underwear (a few guys were wearing those at the party; they look kind of like wrestling singlets with the ass cut out. kinda odd-looking).<br /><br />I arrived at the party at 11 and fucked the blond kid at 3:00am, so I had spent 4 hours there. It made me wonder; is this really the best investment of my time if the real reason I'm there is to get laid? Anyway, I was half-tempted to bring my phone to the event just to snap some pics, but thought better of it. So, here are my first attempts at the "fruit-basket" shots of the dudes I've fucked since I been back home (I know I'm not very good at it, but hopefully I'll get better):<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFbuiL8Tchi66IrPirw5gcjA4rBTRj_sNUizFHmfgypnASmZzLaLZb5YT9pfDsLCJzC1GFrNscfAkfeuaJ6OktZi33S4R9c4ZMEN-ZXd94Xn9o1y_H_QnZv_EVYsoEB1GTg1iAZ_5mPTw/s1600/castud+003.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695415486254244146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFbuiL8Tchi66IrPirw5gcjA4rBTRj_sNUizFHmfgypnASmZzLaLZb5YT9pfDsLCJzC1GFrNscfAkfeuaJ6OktZi33S4R9c4ZMEN-ZXd94Xn9o1y_H_QnZv_EVYsoEB1GTg1iAZ_5mPTw/s200/castud+003.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxhHpAXxHNoDanGsxCQtYphgdwsl7f4HtOcd0xHlKPTBYQzs5zLzk113tOBZdMLvisOQ_5WsQVKN5FdrgkW8DXCJnnyIfRWfT1HLp_ACRvUSPMSN6ZYy7kIz6n2w4rbirfoALEKEX5iA/s1600/castud+002.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695415472638332002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxhHpAXxHNoDanGsxCQtYphgdwsl7f4HtOcd0xHlKPTBYQzs5zLzk113tOBZdMLvisOQ_5WsQVKN5FdrgkW8DXCJnnyIfRWfT1HLp_ACRvUSPMSN6ZYy7kIz6n2w4rbirfoALEKEX5iA/s200/castud+002.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrIRysIB7Uw14COA-UwZO77dHIHyZmYZrShzXrxll3vtkzPshIsqwgbgqduCWHipulz1MkuFCP6hCyUE-zii09f6wyC7DKpGQPY8FUri2u0nfLpw7h2xsVyppPtV0AcsaDipfX1tvrlPA/s1600/002.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695415469334379570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrIRysIB7Uw14COA-UwZO77dHIHyZmYZrShzXrxll3vtkzPshIsqwgbgqduCWHipulz1MkuFCP6hCyUE-zii09f6wyC7DKpGQPY8FUri2u0nfLpw7h2xsVyppPtV0AcsaDipfX1tvrlPA/s200/002.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfzYvacO08mbu3H0vunlVnoFebMO6OqyHDDjCl4bnnG3T-aRhmCHK9JxKwV4I2II52e_DeGOaYtyGRMX6UGg3ljk-8fQCBvp1HsVCkdfxYJTcsbrIFWamKYA2r9K1GQp6sK63jwzb3jw/s1600/001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695415463903707378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfzYvacO08mbu3H0vunlVnoFebMO6OqyHDDjCl4bnnG3T-aRhmCHK9JxKwV4I2II52e_DeGOaYtyGRMX6UGg3ljk-8fQCBvp1HsVCkdfxYJTcsbrIFWamKYA2r9K1GQp6sK63jwzb3jw/s200/001.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV0oiqKjSc3dV_CFJzyrA7YFipewJH_lhAY9IaWydlvaymyiPLHysvQYCvvf8_GdjBL9iU-tzpMQjteAmxdsQdGkStZHn-oRAlrbLkayJsK0CHh0RMtTD6QhTxuq3NVfeaYiQBJ7xwW2o/s1600/castud+005.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695415734592733250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV0oiqKjSc3dV_CFJzyrA7YFipewJH_lhAY9IaWydlvaymyiPLHysvQYCvvf8_GdjBL9iU-tzpMQjteAmxdsQdGkStZHn-oRAlrbLkayJsK0CHh0RMtTD6QhTxuq3NVfeaYiQBJ7xwW2o/s200/castud+005.jpg" /></a><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695415734541746178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXCkc6BrGAUFCUlKsyo7SIb2O3y4JNTuQUZkj3dpNsBWkqPFOFiG_4v0aaqHHZxEQ9hjcfkXxHg8Oka3gm-k9R_A6Ls8vLxdNaO2jsnya5QicrE_1gBt9DDKB431v11PmDfKh5546Ks5U/s200/castud+004.jpg" /><br />This last dude was a 20-something kid I met on facebook and had fucked once last year (he was in a "committed relationship", yet I was lucky enough to bag him). He finally let me fuck him again this week, and did NOT disappoint. You can't really tell, but he has an incredible bubble-butt. His hole fits my cock like a glove in every respect. He also likes it rough, so I gave him a very long spanking before mounting him from behind and prison-raping him. I told him I wanted to cum while fucking him missionary, and he just looked at me with huge cute brown puppy-dog eyes and said, "you don't have to tell me, just take it". And...I did. As you can tell, he has a very big dick on him (fatter than mine, but I still have an inch over him). So, enjoy this first post of the year. This coming weekend I'll be back in Orlando. Not planning on hooking up with the Puertorican kid tho as I'll most likely be hosting a small group/orgy of my own and get some more fresh meat. Will be catching up soon... </div></div></div>Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-55678527064998328682011-12-11T18:25:00.000-08:002011-12-11T18:25:00.333-08:00Another year gone byI can't say HOW incredible this year has been. Not to be cliche', but it has been the most dynamic I've had in years; my dream came true of getting to meet my ex again, turned out to be much more than I had bargained for, radical shift at my work due to the acquisition from last year, split my foot open (didn't mention that part before), made some very interesting new friends and had to dismiss old ones. Too much else to go into, but rest assured, this was one for my personal "books" and one I will look back on with mixed emotions, but will always remember. And from what I gathered, it's not just me; a lot of my friends have experienced 2011 as a life-changing year as well. My good friend Muff-diver is making a major life-change right now, AS WELL AS getting some decent boning in (the kind that actually makes ME jealous). Kev-bo is restarting/retooling his career up in Montreal (will have to visit him next year...promise). And as for me, I'm heading back to Europe this coming week to spend the remainder of the holidays. And while I will be constantly surrounded by good food and good company, I will be lacking:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiK1Ov6wWKyu5cTGJd1h1tsjs4Jd7x3p-tNLK939v8qEYRF9Zj-F3KKfMBXWKNVvXFEks8L90pii266ar95L4wJ0owdhffqfahbUYu4O0otriyy8mYkYNZMdv1rvgr2ES3jrHGcMRSVU/s1600/v-nick+002.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684367125004534818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiK1Ov6wWKyu5cTGJd1h1tsjs4Jd7x3p-tNLK939v8qEYRF9Zj-F3KKfMBXWKNVvXFEks8L90pii266ar95L4wJ0owdhffqfahbUYu4O0otriyy8mYkYNZMdv1rvgr2ES3jrHGcMRSVU/s200/v-nick+002.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMuVutd1wCveOlWhNH4WINJWus_YQDbCYT7_DGfvm91cYr6uGtP_yRMGjXn4SAjkhOif4F4vdfRzsAHJEiuAMvCZwOh4WYBIwcLSWZvFV8RHPGO1HojmhyPj__G9pPmPTh1UiJIAWftDY/s1600/v-nick+001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684367120011487378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMuVutd1wCveOlWhNH4WINJWus_YQDbCYT7_DGfvm91cYr6uGtP_yRMGjXn4SAjkhOif4F4vdfRzsAHJEiuAMvCZwOh4WYBIwcLSWZvFV8RHPGO1HojmhyPj__G9pPmPTh1UiJIAWftDY/s200/v-nick+001.jpg" /></a><br />Yes...I will be pretty much celibate my entire stay there as usual. But I did get to bone the above ass this week; HOT lanky 23-year-old white kid with possibly the best hole I've had the privelege to fuck in recent memory. We'd been talking online for a few weeks, and I HATE drawn-out exchanges. But on Monday he finally committed to coming over, and started off the exchange with "so...when are we going to fuck?" When he got to my place, I was seriously taken back by how cute he was. But I knew from our previous exchanges that he was definitely a power-bottom, so I didn't want to waste any time by killing the moment making goo-goo eyes at him. Instead I led him into my "fuck-den" and pulled out the long-ranger and started stroking. I expected him to dive on it, but he just looked at it for a second, then turned away. I was like, "REALLY????" But it turned out he was just looking for a place to set his "kit" he had brought with him, and ended up setting it on the floor, THEN turning to me, kneeling and after a couple of tugs put my cock in his mouth and gave me a nice hot blowjob.<br /><br /><div>After a few minutes, I pulled him up, undid his pants and pulled them down; DAMN! The boy had an awesome ass AND a rock-hard dick at least 7 1/2" (I was almost feeling insecure until I realized his looked bigger because he was taller than me). After suiting up, I bent him over and slid my dick into him; it took about a minute as I started pretty slow, but after I was inside, his hole fit my cock like a fucking GLOVE. BEST fit I can remember. After I got a rythm going, I started pounding him for awhile, then broke him down so he was resting on the bed so I could rape him prison style. He was moaning like a little kid which just made me fuck him harder, literally butt-slamming him. I was getting pretty agressive, and finally flipped him over to power-drive him. I only lasted a minute or so pounding him from on top of him and shouted, "Open your hole up, I'm gonna cum!" and just unloaded. He gave his long cock two slow strokes then shot a huge load from his abs to his face.</div><br /><div><br />This kid was probably one of the best fucks I've had this year. After he left, I had to message him and tell him this. But didn't hear back. We'll see if I get a round 2 inside him.</div><br /><br /><p>So, I also got a new piece of ass from a 20-something Asian dude who works near my place during the week:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHqGJ2Jjf8s0V01hm-A1dFez1DN5PkhXV3vWOkRdTd7jy5UOfL693YI_aHS6vNsVrWD19-Ikfy1ECC1pSM7sN85AyWychW2ca1FK8hhWLHEyhmESVcKpFzF_1rvx3qFoO4CndxmrZSBg4/s1600/v-nick+004.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684367136017789506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHqGJ2Jjf8s0V01hm-A1dFez1DN5PkhXV3vWOkRdTd7jy5UOfL693YI_aHS6vNsVrWD19-Ikfy1ECC1pSM7sN85AyWychW2ca1FK8hhWLHEyhmESVcKpFzF_1rvx3qFoO4CndxmrZSBg4/s200/v-nick+004.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIb9AZeZ4PBWELSw_wKkg9KAVkwNAQ1yjbYHql-9lN-Z62Kn7qGXSXDqYLkfq0Ps4Fua3ziXk2aqPDG3UmHNp0P-10WHVIHut0DXgZtlPNgYoWoiwAftOYzwQnlDKmLpzZATj1tTuigK8/s1600/v-nick+003.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684367138871046578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIb9AZeZ4PBWELSw_wKkg9KAVkwNAQ1yjbYHql-9lN-Z62Kn7qGXSXDqYLkfq0Ps4Fua3ziXk2aqPDG3UmHNp0P-10WHVIHut0DXgZtlPNgYoWoiwAftOYzwQnlDKmLpzZATj1tTuigK8/s200/v-nick+003.jpg" /></a> And not to be outdone by my friend Kev-bo who has recently hooked up with a minor music celebrity up in Montreal, I recently got with a buffed (see: roid-induced) singer/guitar-player and local celebrity of my own (back-tattoo *cough*). When I had my tongue inside him, he was moaning so loudly I don't think he even noticed I came up for air a couple seconds long enough to get some pics. Decent fuck, but his dick definitely got the brunt of his steroid use (you need a roadmap to find it).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge7VKLInsrrM8pGyBZY-qhDqG4kORS5U9C-NmYfzT0rpN7V4w97hr3amU8lrr95LQ4k8I_94N2fEd57B7aAv2nialVhPQryrYTkySoMrgUT3fo9QCm7wBVxAmb9sUvHWHWhVGMx__ooyk/s1600/tattoo+001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684367361090448754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge7VKLInsrrM8pGyBZY-qhDqG4kORS5U9C-NmYfzT0rpN7V4w97hr3amU8lrr95LQ4k8I_94N2fEd57B7aAv2nialVhPQryrYTkySoMrgUT3fo9QCm7wBVxAmb9sUvHWHWhVGMx__ooyk/s200/tattoo+001.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcClTcwkOxnFxqWdnakfbrppeFkPFqUTRz9t0tNdtadSLBjFD-1ma0bDHWU6zv3iy_dctHzkhyphenhyphengX-BQ9oUrWw3tqbAi45u-SqIzmDR0KgQWtOtkvGCCv9l-9-bTSABdNcfFYJ4csDAqcs/s1600/tattoo+002.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684367360189130066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcClTcwkOxnFxqWdnakfbrppeFkPFqUTRz9t0tNdtadSLBjFD-1ma0bDHWU6zv3iy_dctHzkhyphenhyphengX-BQ9oUrWw3tqbAi45u-SqIzmDR0KgQWtOtkvGCCv9l-9-bTSABdNcfFYJ4csDAqcs/s200/tattoo+002.jpg" /></a><br />Lastly, my New Years resolution ON the blog will be to try and get some more fruit-basket shots so the stem-gazers among you will have some eye-candy as well. Off the blog, I will try to keep pushing-ahead at the gym, despite all the very weird and obviously mentally deranged members very much like this guy:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGU2dEoh5F4xDjjslaMcZL8g3NSqgv9o6yZsbzAwrq-_xUxHVZ7hf-Uq7_BCgJTevsbX9rR2C_3q9bCdgCcQz6_3KWduGTmvxOKmg5qfy3syEkUCDXuvm_ruCHxDP52JTpfoX36XwOTo/s1600/IMG00268.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684773714898805970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGU2dEoh5F4xDjjslaMcZL8g3NSqgv9o6yZsbzAwrq-_xUxHVZ7hf-Uq7_BCgJTevsbX9rR2C_3q9bCdgCcQz6_3KWduGTmvxOKmg5qfy3syEkUCDXuvm_ruCHxDP52JTpfoX36XwOTo/s200/IMG00268.jpg" /></a>who like to walk around naked and oil themselves up (in his case I'm pretty sure it's cocoa-butter) in the locker-room. And yeah, this guy's dick really is that long, but it doesn't make him any less creepy (not to me anyway). So, enjoy the Christmas and New Years' season, my good readers. Like I said, I'll be traveling for the next few weeks, but I'll definitely be back at the start of the year, rest assured.</p>Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-45512774674523438612011-12-04T20:54:00.000-08:002011-12-04T20:54:00.691-08:00Slowing the RollAs 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 <a href="http://suaveknight.blogspot.com/2011/11/wading-through-haters.html">being in a relationship that didn't involve THEM</a>) 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:<br /><br /><div>I met this latin, toned kid who looks like a darker Johny Depp (circa 1988) back around 8 years ago:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFOsbYtU_axtM7qxLddX18LHBhitYP6zZssjOM7ZSpGgfHN2VxiYorA0pYGI3YSqvmtLsBprC_xQTA_7RxXS4Q0wVOj-LVS96AXEIr-FLZNAJvCf5NWGD0NKWo9dqlyFCGfX-sg2xlJYw/s1600/short2+001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681770884919161922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFOsbYtU_axtM7qxLddX18LHBhitYP6zZssjOM7ZSpGgfHN2VxiYorA0pYGI3YSqvmtLsBprC_xQTA_7RxXS4Q0wVOj-LVS96AXEIr-FLZNAJvCf5NWGD0NKWo9dqlyFCGfX-sg2xlJYw/s200/short2+001.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsiHBDMlETIszld6B0NtTvvzbgELh5VhrufK1SR_a2JrOmsicGfDoJbqpyDuE4s2ChsRkK_jZeMG7IQniKndwdH-Jm-kIP1cLdUqFzm6oAxifjUAV62nHatp97eCQPRWRtwhHA9daPMrE/s1600/short2+002.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681770887568243442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsiHBDMlETIszld6B0NtTvvzbgELh5VhrufK1SR_a2JrOmsicGfDoJbqpyDuE4s2ChsRkK_jZeMG7IQniKndwdH-Jm-kIP1cLdUqFzm6oAxifjUAV62nHatp97eCQPRWRtwhHA9daPMrE/s200/short2+002.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>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. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>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:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpDZSd-PbMPzPcAPf2vH6WxMZkqxvmTLn9gvTM3YaL62B8vhg0TUPApAwWjv3ANpuIoqZ9aLgptp44mooT7PBPVby3MJ7pBJrLyrTbkXmRQb3eIP6pwFmDdt0BN1CBPthI04lJ632kCqY/s1600/short2+003.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681770890654708578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpDZSd-PbMPzPcAPf2vH6WxMZkqxvmTLn9gvTM3YaL62B8vhg0TUPApAwWjv3ANpuIoqZ9aLgptp44mooT7PBPVby3MJ7pBJrLyrTbkXmRQb3eIP6pwFmDdt0BN1CBPthI04lJ632kCqY/s200/short2+003.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixjdIHZpBo5vCGEtbdQbckDD9vM58GUw7ZtsSynP4FFKDwkAB-cHZpXiLTlbEiZr_lXjgKa1qsPMqiZS8xuw5NIpSBqLXVNjoN9c_j-UIsX9ItRZRucP7son4wlBhaK1FeSLPS4hn5afo/s1600/short2+004.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681770900962280418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixjdIHZpBo5vCGEtbdQbckDD9vM58GUw7ZtsSynP4FFKDwkAB-cHZpXiLTlbEiZr_lXjgKa1qsPMqiZS8xuw5NIpSBqLXVNjoN9c_j-UIsX9ItRZRucP7son4wlBhaK1FeSLPS4hn5afo/s200/short2+004.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>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. </div><br /><br /><br />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.Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-69759707860993684932011-11-28T16:52:00.000-08:002011-11-28T18:02:40.514-08:00wading through hatersYes...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).<br /><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br />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:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrrjEB2DDjCnIDATTd6iCIx4nAU1WqqkC5LO8M81Bg1-ans4dOOX_PwteaGogMaeq1UnwtHa5qn8wJz4Il8qHRsNaUCY_2r1UNOVIWx6WEKvM7TYPItCOHJYhSePhDYrxaY_hkqNxV8xY/s1600/Vegas+005.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680228725365067282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrrjEB2DDjCnIDATTd6iCIx4nAU1WqqkC5LO8M81Bg1-ans4dOOX_PwteaGogMaeq1UnwtHa5qn8wJz4Il8qHRsNaUCY_2r1UNOVIWx6WEKvM7TYPItCOHJYhSePhDYrxaY_hkqNxV8xY/s200/Vegas+005.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ1m2_fd9jF8FqLaWXmhBOJYvKS6tYov2haZYb1C-d7VjpiJ8qxlo6aGIF3U2NRmDehx5blCQiR_c4emiFh_kJrvzljHFF5poCapGL9ODYtDOIeaNyay88-QIknFvwte28Dt0rCFzkJgU/s1600/Vegas+004.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680228722821395394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ1m2_fd9jF8FqLaWXmhBOJYvKS6tYov2haZYb1C-d7VjpiJ8qxlo6aGIF3U2NRmDehx5blCQiR_c4emiFh_kJrvzljHFF5poCapGL9ODYtDOIeaNyay88-QIknFvwte28Dt0rCFzkJgU/s200/Vegas+004.jpg" /></a><br />Flip<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnLkHyUE_QEyjkb744oXmxdmUAVfqxgjh7T6obcUDL_v9JBdWxfrxBntY2Bt06NQKp4KpkGqCIJUsR5OMOhTE6SL1p-AZv3WhCwgG9ac3-YE3cLwuJefoz4LLDCs-riYjAvntts-RGtk/s1600/flid+026.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680229053570148610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnLkHyUE_QEyjkb744oXmxdmUAVfqxgjh7T6obcUDL_v9JBdWxfrxBntY2Bt06NQKp4KpkGqCIJUsR5OMOhTE6SL1p-AZv3WhCwgG9ac3-YE3cLwuJefoz4LLDCs-riYjAvntts-RGtk/s200/flid+026.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiby9iff9RStNGADpmGAciINJblOmUWgB02olX2O-H1f4e-NEEqb8PQF4UxyKOxzmYXt4PosaFcWIEB7LXEQahUsj0Ed-FaeEJQ_gDJH-JNTNnQMQLxgdhSbs-6b57p6ObgZb88HcDJg8Y/s1600/flid+025.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680229049732877586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiby9iff9RStNGADpmGAciINJblOmUWgB02olX2O-H1f4e-NEEqb8PQF4UxyKOxzmYXt4PosaFcWIEB7LXEQahUsj0Ed-FaeEJQ_gDJH-JNTNnQMQLxgdhSbs-6b57p6ObgZb88HcDJg8Y/s200/flid+025.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Asian<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Tjy0Yquef3-uynKWiBpZ2fxXwBIsvfuUEbrbPAlbwtRUpRjPRAeyv5S8RdUTbLS38llFB_NMFtHujgWgpbFDVE7U2wsk5pBLdQ1xcjga5MkzVTuHt3mu9rCmIxyn97AMT3zXIUmV0go/s1600/pookey+002.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680229254812343330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Tjy0Yquef3-uynKWiBpZ2fxXwBIsvfuUEbrbPAlbwtRUpRjPRAeyv5S8RdUTbLS38llFB_NMFtHujgWgpbFDVE7U2wsk5pBLdQ1xcjga5MkzVTuHt3mu9rCmIxyn97AMT3zXIUmV0go/s200/pookey+002.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOL199tKjVs2oZWxtww_yJ7ZHLIWfrspOB2QeLteGxAoaRDvzwD82AJavI0ddf1lkCgflc9ZyDUvml3U_G1gVOETOLTl0A4PaNMlG6SL7RP2aeqFHKF7TRzInqrIa-qR4GGvd8_7xCvM/s1600/pookey+001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680229249882924530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOL199tKjVs2oZWxtww_yJ7ZHLIWfrspOB2QeLteGxAoaRDvzwD82AJavI0ddf1lkCgflc9ZyDUvml3U_G1gVOETOLTl0A4PaNMlG6SL7RP2aeqFHKF7TRzInqrIa-qR4GGvd8_7xCvM/s200/pookey+001.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Mo' Latin<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6u07I3u-ioa2XARWcI1QkyEIXvFpkJR8EnQnRN9EQZTHJxq0yNE98KyYHJWqfLoKc8Y0vng2MQQ3sJLrdb8bOdS-iTOCg3V22gV6wh6wPFkU7-Ncfzf-bV4t2H_VABymtA4XIjUlzJHE/s1600/biac.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680231311430188178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6u07I3u-ioa2XARWcI1QkyEIXvFpkJR8EnQnRN9EQZTHJxq0yNE98KyYHJWqfLoKc8Y0vng2MQQ3sJLrdb8bOdS-iTOCg3V22gV6wh6wPFkU7-Ncfzf-bV4t2H_VABymtA4XIjUlzJHE/s200/biac.jpg" /></a><br /><br />And white (pictures to come...they've been kinda shy).<br /><br />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.Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-31674524482385510592011-07-03T17:52:00.000-07:002019-11-30T15:27:21.400-08:00aaaaaaaand.....he' backAs 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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:<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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The same day, I hooked up with a BAB (buffed asian boy) I fucked last year. Not sure if he made my blog tho:<br />
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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).<br />
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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.<br />
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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).<br />
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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.Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-20725381297872717932011-05-20T16:18:00.000-07:002011-05-20T16:35:58.990-07:00Too young to settle downA 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.<br /><br />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 BaƱos 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.Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-28060417359940391452011-04-13T22:28:00.000-07:002011-04-13T22:30:29.943-07:00checking 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...Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-45371758809456621212011-02-16T18:00:00.000-08:002011-02-16T18:00:00.828-08:00Medium......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...<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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:<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HuTKp3x11a8" frameborder="0" width="480"></iframe><br /><br />Suave Knight out.Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-76912766571929767692011-01-29T10:03:00.000-08:002011-01-29T10:03:01.021-08:00Friday FornicationI 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:<br /><br /><br />Jinder: (frantically) uh...so, do you have a status of that document you are working on?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJKbpoIZv3Ss8SYfMmuvhkLakMVS_78L9ZF7bNX-CbGWC0ZXCX5uPfbPeDe0uwiMmQP9d6QGPrHY8j_L5i2QUdQY5eOPHqRnd15eMsdFDTGbRxgynpj2L_ItlkzzHgvgTsfF36ZXXrMyk/s1600/IMG_1042.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567493738593692738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJKbpoIZv3Ss8SYfMmuvhkLakMVS_78L9ZF7bNX-CbGWC0ZXCX5uPfbPeDe0uwiMmQP9d6QGPrHY8j_L5i2QUdQY5eOPHqRnd15eMsdFDTGbRxgynpj2L_ItlkzzHgvgTsfF36ZXXrMyk/s200/IMG_1042.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyOnzoHgvvSMcA7-9MfbRe0EXmbduIl9W_p9UgmbXdsmdDAjCgn97nS7ktCEPoWJlqOeCJZ9wWQR_xN4zEuj1hdde88qbJFZmrISEsPLKT8q-_8-Cls_7ofR-Hv_ems_ZOJSFOxP3dAzM/s1600/IMG_1041.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567493733969442658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyOnzoHgvvSMcA7-9MfbRe0EXmbduIl9W_p9UgmbXdsmdDAjCgn97nS7ktCEPoWJlqOeCJZ9wWQR_xN4zEuj1hdde88qbJFZmrISEsPLKT8q-_8-Cls_7ofR-Hv_ems_ZOJSFOxP3dAzM/s200/IMG_1041.jpg" /></a><br />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).<br /><div><br /><div>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.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv30QlpQ-whcZyfZlYMwQpbIvDN-kKs3OBzteXBIaPvdFR9W6JOlwfx_3yxJT673glT6IWULlicQuRJ1xjklhE5w1WoFUy11R5WzAluqEPKYVof6OjuDek2qNznnpLHzBT7HfVMuCvcwA/s1600/IMG_1044.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567493745041712050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv30QlpQ-whcZyfZlYMwQpbIvDN-kKs3OBzteXBIaPvdFR9W6JOlwfx_3yxJT673glT6IWULlicQuRJ1xjklhE5w1WoFUy11R5WzAluqEPKYVof6OjuDek2qNznnpLHzBT7HfVMuCvcwA/s200/IMG_1044.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz7UNsB2k9kt-ksExG4_PMs5l4a0weZ3P0XX-zIIKCKZIiLyGQQEorZnzX2wyj_FqbtQS6f0FWrVrhkS3GX5ELvqnoChEMt46LmkvFVY_qoaJOUX3LdZwp3dtQ5ar44zkBPH12Ao-3jLE/s1600/IMG_1043.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567493742677349762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz7UNsB2k9kt-ksExG4_PMs5l4a0weZ3P0XX-zIIKCKZIiLyGQQEorZnzX2wyj_FqbtQS6f0FWrVrhkS3GX5ELvqnoChEMt46LmkvFVY_qoaJOUX3LdZwp3dtQ5ar44zkBPH12Ao-3jLE/s200/IMG_1043.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div>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.<br /><br /><div>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.</div><div></div><br /><div>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........"</div></div></div>Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-47397575483594852652011-01-23T11:30:00.000-08:002011-01-23T11:30:00.201-08:00The Power of Music<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">First, a shout-out to a certain local "well-wisher". Thanks for the encouragement.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">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....</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">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.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">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.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mt_nOo7L0db5b8_fQUcHowA6wW9gU1e-38WNmubNg2sQ5G_ajlLSsEe-c8gfrNMCF1_Aflc4PQdSODIDhug0sRnoyT0zn6kRtO9HuPOFBral2ar4acbC2NKHA53BWjw32dnRa3KKHS0/s1600/IMG001621.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564901504902807842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mt_nOo7L0db5b8_fQUcHowA6wW9gU1e-38WNmubNg2sQ5G_ajlLSsEe-c8gfrNMCF1_Aflc4PQdSODIDhug0sRnoyT0zn6kRtO9HuPOFBral2ar4acbC2NKHA53BWjw32dnRa3KKHS0/s200/IMG001621.jpg" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdcbcpNo-lMgbSPETF7Ouzje9wW-GAl75OGScRmGXR6MAt6Kg4AE3_Zj8_0LZga0kh8vQK163chFDWKjdRkAzZeCwybPc7Fu_sGhuL7V9imHnhQ55TF9KyvvmguApEb4M5zBB6PW8rA8Y/s1600/IMG00161.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564901505013426946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdcbcpNo-lMgbSPETF7Ouzje9wW-GAl75OGScRmGXR6MAt6Kg4AE3_Zj8_0LZga0kh8vQK163chFDWKjdRkAzZeCwybPc7Fu_sGhuL7V9imHnhQ55TF9KyvvmguApEb4M5zBB6PW8rA8Y/s200/IMG00161.jpg" /></a><br />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.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Got to fuck <a href="http://suaveknight.blogspot.com/2010/07/cum-slut-bottom-of-my-very-own.html">one of the many flight attendants who live in the area</a> (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).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvE4hi7U4DQJ_b923wYUGz84WnRW5AXA7-ygq7gznBR3jri08FGr0ZMrObuPQRSvnqer2xFPDHiUD8Gnt7bMgzaFXfKvpzWppa2gWnmdYpAnUgUmqTqfvwapkDoJGsKJanVmfqHguSpMg/s1600/shorty2+001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564899406197542098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvE4hi7U4DQJ_b923wYUGz84WnRW5AXA7-ygq7gznBR3jri08FGr0ZMrObuPQRSvnqer2xFPDHiUD8Gnt7bMgzaFXfKvpzWppa2gWnmdYpAnUgUmqTqfvwapkDoJGsKJanVmfqHguSpMg/s200/shorty2+001.jpg" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieZyJXC6b75eV5lv_uMlBRJ16j64tSS75xR8EYsIsWHAufr2TC6tqQuZnq1g4D89MakPmN53LFY3huUBqE7ukB9LveAMImRBN71x4rMgv5940xQ242o1TM2UFz76nD4gmpB80bUk1_JbM/s1600/shorty2+002.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564899402388635282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieZyJXC6b75eV5lv_uMlBRJ16j64tSS75xR8EYsIsWHAufr2TC6tqQuZnq1g4D89MakPmN53LFY3huUBqE7ukB9LveAMImRBN71x4rMgv5940xQ242o1TM2UFz76nD4gmpB80bUk1_JbM/s200/shorty2+002.jpg" /></a><br />Lastly, to mix it up a little, I fucked another buffed Asian boy (BAB) who could have been Shorty's older brother.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQM8GoaimLb8PbZwVhFcdZSLExbnZnsHoRDdXeR32Z_Yt538PKNgKnIeuPFKJsxiU7CdMmUhcg4UNpf3lF-kyl0b2To2BG6J0m9m6lHwF_vlPXCVpDWBTSXKp8KHML_lZ6PFEYyHOlo3A/s1600/IMG_1039.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564899784292878434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQM8GoaimLb8PbZwVhFcdZSLExbnZnsHoRDdXeR32Z_Yt538PKNgKnIeuPFKJsxiU7CdMmUhcg4UNpf3lF-kyl0b2To2BG6J0m9m6lHwF_vlPXCVpDWBTSXKp8KHML_lZ6PFEYyHOlo3A/s200/IMG_1039.jpg" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgaAR72ljD4mjbqqUOTj2aVLioeCoSDWDEWSs49pSlxhiy8r1X8h_URNKIxipMkOeN9IPI3zc6n0B8WjgM80ju8XTNREwPsWTYZYZXTYIs5gl_r-3_UQFB-0m2NPZDorKlY_LniEHiCn8/s1600/IMG_2+003.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564899778884865026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgaAR72ljD4mjbqqUOTj2aVLioeCoSDWDEWSs49pSlxhiy8r1X8h_URNKIxipMkOeN9IPI3zc6n0B8WjgM80ju8XTNREwPsWTYZYZXTYIs5gl_r-3_UQFB-0m2NPZDorKlY_LniEHiCn8/s200/IMG_2+003.jpg" /></a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">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.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><center><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/To6XYa7Ck1w" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen="" type="text/html"></iframe><br /><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span></p></center>Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-4825745861837752242011-01-16T11:16:00.000-08:002011-01-16T11:16:00.319-08:00MalleabilityLet'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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br />After I got home, I got hit up by the <a href="http://suaveknight.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-in-orlando-be-sure-to-go-to.html">same fuck bud I was in Orlando with</a> 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:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNaynlXbCLEFSo0XuwptKdXRzbY6-nFUzaNe8xvd9rOe2r-t1pZROrxDa2Xsza9TUhaUj2lf-RmB-RDcEAoS5g5msLRvNr6QH1peLCTOYm1vsHMIoNBojyxIXqkf4gQ5u1lIhka2_7_HE/s1600/IMG_1036.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562683523500222354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNaynlXbCLEFSo0XuwptKdXRzbY6-nFUzaNe8xvd9rOe2r-t1pZROrxDa2Xsza9TUhaUj2lf-RmB-RDcEAoS5g5msLRvNr6QH1peLCTOYm1vsHMIoNBojyxIXqkf4gQ5u1lIhka2_7_HE/s200/IMG_1036.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9XqToPX0tgY_0jtVWt8_vku9PtXRWNzRFG0dbCQuoKSlRlS5YgwrB956VAPdvvP6aDHHhxmNc4sQDqXeiiiEhS27MtKzHMkY9tG4GscRt9b6VQkrzETojmx_exOg-94xUIjUm2ifbIo/s1600/IMG_1035.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562683519600475554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9XqToPX0tgY_0jtVWt8_vku9PtXRWNzRFG0dbCQuoKSlRlS5YgwrB956VAPdvvP6aDHHhxmNc4sQDqXeiiiEhS27MtKzHMkY9tG4GscRt9b6VQkrzETojmx_exOg-94xUIjUm2ifbIo/s200/IMG_1035.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ8iAh3yFmMWxPhCLEfzsHH_nCdv2yTYn5JaI1mcLymfsA5VlTkBpCc_kpGBUtxmVZT1ripJH4vyO3OtlwlZDuCO6VC0rU7mzGTlFEKhqVckwAr2Qefod6jDml0_4B3Vwobx2GSUEdbH4/s1600/IMG_1034.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562683521481002690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ8iAh3yFmMWxPhCLEfzsHH_nCdv2yTYn5JaI1mcLymfsA5VlTkBpCc_kpGBUtxmVZT1ripJH4vyO3OtlwlZDuCO6VC0rU7mzGTlFEKhqVckwAr2Qefod6jDml0_4B3Vwobx2GSUEdbH4/s200/IMG_1034.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2le5ACqRbMmX6EiRToMT6rAPZcEDAFuNLRBngUHsY3Da1QSTP01xchcPJFLsuXRFeQDyrEp3Bbql-ujKfbs1Ti5iCPEIVxcXgqlirqit1Rsahi6pzzTNRfkisLpqjATsbY2P24SByXlk/s1600/IMG_1033.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562683516885745138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2le5ACqRbMmX6EiRToMT6rAPZcEDAFuNLRBngUHsY3Da1QSTP01xchcPJFLsuXRFeQDyrEp3Bbql-ujKfbs1Ti5iCPEIVxcXgqlirqit1Rsahi6pzzTNRfkisLpqjATsbY2P24SByXlk/s200/IMG_1033.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div>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!)</div><div></div><div>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, <a href="http://suaveknight.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-cal-so-so.html">OL</a> 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. </div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br />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?<br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>K-A-R-M-A. </div></div></div>Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-51255521694339546152011-01-09T19:04:00.000-08:002011-01-10T14:32:26.068-08:00Back?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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-67676652632768146392010-12-10T19:39:00.000-08:002010-12-10T20:50:36.765-08:00On the MendThis last week was a very heavy work-load as I had to stay at a hotel up in SF and put in 12-hour days at some convention my company was sponsoring. While being in SF drastically increases the probability of getting laid, my energy levels were usually shot at the end of each day. But despite the long hours, I still had a pass from my previous Golds membership and did make 2 trips to the SoMa location since this will be the last opportunity for me to do so unless I buy a new membership (no chance of that). I don't know if it was the crappy weather or just my bad timing, but there were just no shenanigans to be had there (aside from the occasional blowjob or handjob...BORING). But I did manage to acquire 14" biceps for the first time in my life (hells-fuckin'-YEAH, bee-yotch!) so it wasn't a total loss.<br /><br />Since I was coming off a gym-high I thought my brawniness would be put to waste had I not used it on some guy who wanted his hole to be pounded. So, I did get online and met with a guy who has an uncanny resemblance to Bull (RIP). It was really odd. He has a lot more personality than Bull, but his features, build and facial expression were right on the money. Fucking his beautiful white ass/pink hole was at first weird, but maybe cathartic/therapeutic. I got off two rounds in his hole. Then even saw him the last day I was up in SF for a "quick one".<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbC-oRE_8G52c5ILFnHYLVE5GxVkzGodx-fm01HMCVn2MAJlOJuc_dKgvUqOGPQUd_Ud-OeyWxbs6PTF06Be98B-6Axd-skNr7-GGB2ay2kvLZCwGTelsCudheQDWjr5bvZS1oLE10YA8/s1600/IMG00160.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549280163165291506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbC-oRE_8G52c5ILFnHYLVE5GxVkzGodx-fm01HMCVn2MAJlOJuc_dKgvUqOGPQUd_Ud-OeyWxbs6PTF06Be98B-6Axd-skNr7-GGB2ay2kvLZCwGTelsCudheQDWjr5bvZS1oLE10YA8/s200/IMG00160.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgH66PoXO_u5IzzO4jnpgnBlQbSbYfFoknZG2GGlSkmHYX3ySRa8256IvkgS6OfnX6JaL-aIG4aBtlsncFokJjZnKXrMMknI80eSzS87RhlbQTwQ-NwRwri_g4wkuZ_9pTZHl77NX7wng/s1600/IMG00159.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549280155985545394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgH66PoXO_u5IzzO4jnpgnBlQbSbYfFoknZG2GGlSkmHYX3ySRa8256IvkgS6OfnX6JaL-aIG4aBtlsncFokJjZnKXrMMknI80eSzS87RhlbQTwQ-NwRwri_g4wkuZ_9pTZHl77NX7wng/s200/IMG00159.jpg" /></a><br /><br />I also had been talking to a friend of Red for about a month now who lives up in SF (he's a pretty hot, built guy who looks like a young Jeremy Piven with a full head of hair). He says he's straight, lives with a girlfriend and thought I'd be fun to hang with sometime. So, since I've boned Red a few times, I had a mild suspicion here. This was confirmed when we made a plan to go out while I was in SF; he stopped by my hotel room and immediately asked if he could use the shower. "Sure." I said, then about 1o minutes in, he started asking me inaudible things, until I had to go into the bathroom to hear him. He opened the shower and said, "my arms are really sore from my last workout, can you do me a big favor and soap my back for me? I promise I'll make it up to you, dude."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhayOYGWVUfI5ihGb9C6e1WSX75jbMg0UtksPR-OkX7h5768sSHM73sEpwmRQQXrD75zNeXa29tnlehMxedLaJWF8q4JTtZurJeFU3z7li-rk_yCWMAu6zT0BoMP_smohX4Z3ibJ-URtmo/s1600/IMG00157.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549280139067174514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhayOYGWVUfI5ihGb9C6e1WSX75jbMg0UtksPR-OkX7h5768sSHM73sEpwmRQQXrD75zNeXa29tnlehMxedLaJWF8q4JTtZurJeFU3z7li-rk_yCWMAu6zT0BoMP_smohX4Z3ibJ-URtmo/s200/IMG00157.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXu-BQuKCoQox0UMRmckjUP0FshJdCV94HO9Jci4oWlYI2z5aQMEDjeS0Ls6r4O-O8eoG1q0vlYJ6zUWSJqEatxG1pygcJEYCuwokRcAzFYrqkGOLE0meLPdJ-gyyx84ZD8CHhOeIHQQ8/s1600/IMG00158.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549280145840631746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXu-BQuKCoQox0UMRmckjUP0FshJdCV94HO9Jci4oWlYI2z5aQMEDjeS0Ls6r4O-O8eoG1q0vlYJ6zUWSJqEatxG1pygcJEYCuwokRcAzFYrqkGOLE0meLPdJ-gyyx84ZD8CHhOeIHQQ8/s200/IMG00158.jpg" /></a><br />And there it began. I pealed off my clothes, got in, soaped his back and after lightly messing around in the shower, we ended up on the hotel room bed with me fucking him "around the world". He was a hot fuck, and after I pounded my load out, he asked me, "is it OK if I cum now, dude?" I nodded, and he jacked his cock off. Pretty hot there. But immediatly afterwards he started to get dressed, saying how he didn't plan this, how this just happened, how he's straight and has a girlfriend who lives with him etc. Yeah, yeah yeah. Nice try.<br /><br />Yesterday, I finally got to see Sven, his cat and bird and his weird roommate (really could have done without that one). We went out for Indian food and it was REALLY good to catch up with the boy. Need to do that more often.<br /><br />Also, I found out that DJ and A are no longer together. The story is that A got swooped-up by some shallow party-dude who models for a trendy online gay site (the "latest thing") devoted to nightlife in SF. DJ was devastated and went on his usual tirade, dragging A's name around the internet and going for the juggular with him (DJ has the ability to pick out the weak-spots in a person and use it against them when necessary to cause maximum damage). So, I CAN say I think it's definitely for the best that A isn't with DJ anymore, but from what it looks like, his new choice in boyfriends is not going to be eliminating drama...just postponing it for awhile. Eh....A. Whaddyagonnado?<br /><br />This weekend I am hyper-focusing on getting my house in order and packing for my trip back to Europe for the holidays. This will most likely be my last post (at least from the US). So, Merry Christmas, Chappy Channukah and whatever the hell else you wanna throw in there.Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-74624365632022997942010-12-05T11:30:00.000-08:002010-12-05T12:12:25.432-08:00Hotel HumpingI've mentioned a few times how I live in a geography which is hardly a Mecca for the gay lifestyle. But one of the cool things is it is 10 minutes the hub of SFO airport and its many hotels. Which means there is a steady influx of out-of-towners and flight-attendants here for work eager to test out the local cock selection. And they are easy prey, especially since most of them are "captive" in their hotels which have absolutely no night-life or attractions of any sort around them. I've actually made some good additions to my extended harem; namely flight-attendants who live in other states but who are here a few times a year and make sure I am around for a visit. This last week I was under sincere jet-lag due to my own return from Argentina (that 5 hour difference knocked me the fuck out) and not feeling 100%. But I did take advantage of the hotel situation twice:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9TiH_6yei2ehs_7l8BSn3ZpHL1V_pLrgSQlYYhYA04_6lxO2Omi1k0oQVIsdBhh6Z3IGPmC4JYgNShg21un0TVR4tnzfn43i9yS4MQe6mJUzwpmf0zgMGgBY98A0jFOJuF2_GeZDH0W4/s1600/IMG00154.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547285545324703570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9TiH_6yei2ehs_7l8BSn3ZpHL1V_pLrgSQlYYhYA04_6lxO2Omi1k0oQVIsdBhh6Z3IGPmC4JYgNShg21un0TVR4tnzfn43i9yS4MQe6mJUzwpmf0zgMGgBY98A0jFOJuF2_GeZDH0W4/s200/IMG00154.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5D-0gxxxOAfWP4NIocqB6Qiy9867N8coa0sQPaG9mzWX7uV1eaNflfE0ZH3gBt7Y6FSPiRlskTiDI43pPupdie0eTA6Gep2WUq-uV7gwhOwIPOo8HGMnkLWhhOKBeUUGKPFaGUT9LAlw/s1600/IMG00153.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547285537353955170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5D-0gxxxOAfWP4NIocqB6Qiy9867N8coa0sQPaG9mzWX7uV1eaNflfE0ZH3gBt7Y6FSPiRlskTiDI43pPupdie0eTA6Gep2WUq-uV7gwhOwIPOo8HGMnkLWhhOKBeUUGKPFaGUT9LAlw/s200/IMG00153.jpg" /></a><br />aaaand.....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq_KVCx_c_1yCpsR7KwNrXln6xefxo2aONaHhKekLsjshuUGuAEwP0_1RLP4BHJu3yFIWdmPL0HbBUoAas2lsvEo7KHrI3oTxT7SWEXvTw0lr6zNBhv3Sh0L9n0xZf8r7hvvFRDGikWvc/s1600/IMG00156.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547285569964273682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq_KVCx_c_1yCpsR7KwNrXln6xefxo2aONaHhKekLsjshuUGuAEwP0_1RLP4BHJu3yFIWdmPL0HbBUoAas2lsvEo7KHrI3oTxT7SWEXvTw0lr6zNBhv3Sh0L9n0xZf8r7hvvFRDGikWvc/s200/IMG00156.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK_U98TpNM_667N4TuY26DuIKMKMyoAfGX23CndG43GU1QYqCPTnMHEISbEBP0OuFocXoLA-yNxoa5uNAvW0yafYnYJl3Z0gJYT4U_rVc6140rXSpf8lWYRg0_IN5qnwQ87JR9LnepljI/s1600/IMG00155.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547285558856953218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK_U98TpNM_667N4TuY26DuIKMKMyoAfGX23CndG43GU1QYqCPTnMHEISbEBP0OuFocXoLA-yNxoa5uNAvW0yafYnYJl3Z0gJYT4U_rVc6140rXSpf8lWYRg0_IN5qnwQ87JR9LnepljI/s200/IMG00155.jpg" /></a><br />The first guy was what I cannot describe in any other way than a "dumb hick" from Texas. So dumb that I was almost in love. He had a very nice body, cute face, fat 8" dick and as you can see, a tight pink hole. He had a very pronounced slow southern drawl ("iyus sayun francisco anywhere near sayun deeyaygo? Ahm supposed tuh visit sum frayunds there if ah cayun") which made his "fuck me"s so HOT. This boy really took it like a champ. He's in town for another week, but very closeted and I'm hoping to hit it at least one more time before he leaves. White trash is always at the top of my list when it comes to sex. Keep your Brazilians.<br /><br />The second guy was actually someone I've fucked before about 3 years ago. He was back in town and asked if I wanted to come over for a quick fuck, and of course I obliged. This guy is actually odd because he is actually severely handicapped. If you saw him walking, you'd notice this immediately (he has to use a brace). But lying in bed (which is how he always wants to start) you would never know. His body is perfectly proportioned, and he has a long dick and bubble-butt ass. It's only if you look closely at his feet that you see he's hobbled as it were. But honestly, he is one hot fuck, so that never is an issue with me.<br /><br />So, I just finished reading a book called "Outliers" (for those of you who have read it already, yes, I know I'm very behind. And for those of you who haven't, I can't recommend it enough). The premise is that there is a formula or equation to success, and some of the factors are in your control (like talent, dedication, practice etc) while others are not (i.e. when you were born, cultural factors, parental nurturing etc). While it is easy to read it and say, "oh, well this explains why I'm not a billionaire. I never stood a chance." I don't believe that's the purpose. I think it should inspire everyone to look at any situation critically and statistically to see what side of the equation needs augmenting or lessening. Here's how I'm gonna apply this; say I want to get laid (which is unfortunately pretty much a constant). I have a few options; 1) find a steady boyfriend who will thusly be semi-obligated to have sex with me 2) proactively seek a (willing) sex partner 3) passively wait for someone to reach out to me for sex 4) pay for sex (I'll label this "unwilling" because you need some coercive factor here; i.e. money). Assuming I am attached to the outcome of getting laid, I then have to determine which of these options will bring me the highest probability of success as well as the other factors which are needed in order to increase that probability. Anyway, I hate to say it, but statistics really does play very heavily into anyone's sex-life, as un-sexy as that sounds.<br /><br />Lastly, I know it's been over a year since my crack-head ex was supposed to receive the intervention. And since then, as I mentioned, his enabler has kicked-the-bucket, leaving him to ponder his place in the universe. He may actually be at the point where he can and will accept help. His other ex, OL (Oompa-Loompa) has been feeding me info and hinting he wants to get him into a program run by someone he knows. The weird thing is, I have been helping OL (my ex's ex) relocate up to northern California most likely because a) I'm a very cool guy but also b) I think deep down I have a need to be the "savior" at times, and by helping OL I think I've been vicariously helping my crack-head ex. I dunno. Anyway, I'll be traveling back to Europe for the holidays in a week, so when I get back, I may take this on as a project. Haven't decided. So, this will be my penultimate post before my trip. I hope everyone as a great week ahead.Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-57957725692681711322010-11-28T09:57:00.000-08:002010-11-28T09:59:34.011-08:00Buenos Aires Boning in BriefI thought I'd start things out differently this post and let you all know up front that yes, I did get some (i.e. LOTS of) ass this trip:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZeD5UJQAA1NUs6yWobPH5NJh1T6JZ8iGg0-H67_835CDCFUuTCsxT3WIvsUrMwdPwNrYwakAjRE10aYD8DSrBY5v84Pqh8tIXUdqtxJej3M_HCnHv6bKkx_vj_qQoxUTq6Il0ec-96Cg/s1600/Nip-mex+001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544657590052365042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZeD5UJQAA1NUs6yWobPH5NJh1T6JZ8iGg0-H67_835CDCFUuTCsxT3WIvsUrMwdPwNrYwakAjRE10aYD8DSrBY5v84Pqh8tIXUdqtxJej3M_HCnHv6bKkx_vj_qQoxUTq6Il0ec-96Cg/s200/Nip-mex+001.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirtcekTwHKL5p5lOm7LqaY2tFcMZR3o96eex5cGMt-0xjGplir5O1uugPUMi0BOiEsR_hDt9HRNzVzgEdONSMRCDxkDUMSgD2ficV85NnH4VUiWkkN5ETyimoZQUTyF-DEgNwqOoBIR68/s1600/Nip-mex+002.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544657603373770786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirtcekTwHKL5p5lOm7LqaY2tFcMZR3o96eex5cGMt-0xjGplir5O1uugPUMi0BOiEsR_hDt9HRNzVzgEdONSMRCDxkDUMSgD2ficV85NnH4VUiWkkN5ETyimoZQUTyF-DEgNwqOoBIR68/s200/Nip-mex+002.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_tO9yFBx8tlC2JKJZnFY1TJZ7DUJfzEbxuLNBmlz3RZR25oDUdYCH9Gdcy2yZ_l2Rt1wjJ7AgYBk6f9U8fUw7frU-Fv_fH4GSKum7Xte43fwvw6b6lOy5Ur7YyyrP5ab05m0_fcjdlLY/s1600/Nip-mex+017.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544657966896871650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_tO9yFBx8tlC2JKJZnFY1TJZ7DUJfzEbxuLNBmlz3RZR25oDUdYCH9Gdcy2yZ_l2Rt1wjJ7AgYBk6f9U8fUw7frU-Fv_fH4GSKum7Xte43fwvw6b6lOy5Ur7YyyrP5ab05m0_fcjdlLY/s200/Nip-mex+017.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEyY6iw2NdtTTQXUu-MFi6wqzI-TuAXxjMXpNVUpE3GxxNhW4vO9uj7UlrtqTE1aYYxg-6tW6J8nImp8nBSrrWRDqqbMaoYcvY2qb7NZDklK1GtfYPoh3BSBmzQ5OSu69gb0CoJ6ck3oY/s1600/Nip-mex+014.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544657795384016642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEyY6iw2NdtTTQXUu-MFi6wqzI-TuAXxjMXpNVUpE3GxxNhW4vO9uj7UlrtqTE1aYYxg-6tW6J8nImp8nBSrrWRDqqbMaoYcvY2qb7NZDklK1GtfYPoh3BSBmzQ5OSu69gb0CoJ6ck3oY/s200/Nip-mex+014.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiimlZogWNsYOQle_ASEHwkYeDJYe0J209VAbMU0V7Ozr1aZC9UvN2gAhP8AGSnazABskcyQoad6cu7Yv0zNK-1O28H8IcWcBMJvMnSuuvI656ZEDnv0E9MmkkVTDS2W3UXvS1Xt3B9HA4/s1600/Nip-mex+013.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544657781912504370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiimlZogWNsYOQle_ASEHwkYeDJYe0J209VAbMU0V7Ozr1aZC9UvN2gAhP8AGSnazABskcyQoad6cu7Yv0zNK-1O28H8IcWcBMJvMnSuuvI656ZEDnv0E9MmkkVTDS2W3UXvS1Xt3B9HA4/s200/Nip-mex+013.jpg" /></a><br />and my favorite.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUKUzgAJAUi27ycJ5vfMDO6pAZqjZsI9Dg3MsmHlYjKWK6pQ1xdKxVgrd8eJGUa39BHOtpsXk-FrC3hrxu6edYhlEfCJuqUncbxyNCyiruVkSeSicTOaz_JFzNFgWRaGEikBjSv6ktlk/s1600/Nip-mex+016.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544657958674089266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUKUzgAJAUi27ycJ5vfMDO6pAZqjZsI9Dg3MsmHlYjKWK6pQ1xdKxVgrd8eJGUa39BHOtpsXk-FrC3hrxu6edYhlEfCJuqUncbxyNCyiruVkSeSicTOaz_JFzNFgWRaGEikBjSv6ktlk/s200/Nip-mex+016.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLk3B2aCJwkK4FuJxMCkBo4EkKvdrixDnsx2NFa7nMeXItUGJhTVVBBNi5VwNxE_bhqRh0MiOvELUVLC4OYJhpMoLqwc-0c8qZxvYsYJJJtbAwcoACybCfmnpPEz7LpMG2lJuZXjv3wWQ/s1600/Nip-mex+015.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544657814726017794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLk3B2aCJwkK4FuJxMCkBo4EkKvdrixDnsx2NFa7nMeXItUGJhTVVBBNi5VwNxE_bhqRh0MiOvELUVLC4OYJhpMoLqwc-0c8qZxvYsYJJJtbAwcoACybCfmnpPEz7LpMG2lJuZXjv3wWQ/s200/Nip-mex+015.jpg" /></a><br />And these are only the guys who allowed me to take pics. For anyone who has NOT been to Buenos Aires or Argentina, let me describe it this way; the age of consent is 16 (*cough*) and most of the guys you see walking around look like World Cup soccer players. There is a strong gym and athletic culture which produces some of the most beautiful people on the planet here. Since the devaluation of the peso 10 years ago, it's a very affordable city, and the bad economy has definitely given the Argentines a dose of humility (as opposed to Europeans, who are beautiful AND euro-rich, with no signs of slowing down especially against the dollar). And Buenos Aires is a VERY European city; there's pretty much nothing South American about it. So, you can always find things to do, eat, see etc regardless of your budget (that being said, I did O.D. at the antique shops in San Telmo-- that definitely hurt my wallet).<br /><br />I have a lot of friends (fuck-buds) down there so I had no shortage of ass to fuck. I was also able to get inside 5 other guys (3 at a porno theater close to the place where I was staying and 2 I met online). I will say this; Argentina is NOT a very anal country. Meaning most guys you will come across just want to make out and jack-off. You really have to force the issue if you want to go further. And if it DOES turn into something more, there is an EXTREME safe-sex consciousness here, so your cock will be given an almost rigorous health inspection before anything happens. And if you DO get to fuck, the condom will be checked regularly throughout the boning process as well as a thorough examination afterwards. There was one 20-year-old kid I fucked who spent 10 minutes afterwards asking, "are you sure you didn't cum inside me? It feels weird, like there's cum up there. I know you were wearing a condom, but it feels like cum. Are you sure?" Over and over, on and on.<br /><br />Anyway, it really is an "open" environment. I saw two very obvious she-males on separate ocasions and no one else seemed to bat an eye. There's a big club scene which I wasn't into (namely because they start around midnight and go on until about 5am). But as I mentioned, there are quite a few small and clean porno theaters (you have to know where they are because you'd never know what they were fron the outside). Usually one half is straight porn (for "appearances") and the other sicde is gay porn. There are a lot of VERY young kids who hang out here and you can't count how many times you see a hot young kid being jacked-off by some guy sitting next to him. And both times I went I got some top quality ass, so no complaints from me anyway. All in all, I really can't recommend Argentina enough to anyone who has a desire to travel. But FYI, you won't get needy boys running after you for money as in other Latin American countries, so if that's what you're after, stick with Mexico.<br /><br />One last comment; business class is so sketchy these days. Obviously it's better than coach, but is it worth the price? Debateable.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBRFb8YYt_iBJWtPk6SGhG1IIQNhKs4m2STva-YVXUM-Qdw657X8e4FxNqFgQaV9b629_Iu2VjHdNA1zLFbo-QRpTKjASGlFJsqqIL27sjf1MLVYppzTHGNF2RB_FIkOvpoiXnu-OIh8I/s1600/Nip-mex+018.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544657983912028082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBRFb8YYt_iBJWtPk6SGhG1IIQNhKs4m2STva-YVXUM-Qdw657X8e4FxNqFgQaV9b629_Iu2VjHdNA1zLFbo-QRpTKjASGlFJsqqIL27sjf1MLVYppzTHGNF2RB_FIkOvpoiXnu-OIh8I/s200/Nip-mex+018.jpg" /></a><br />And yeah, I know there was a problem with this post showing up earlier (I think it's because I tried uploading the pics a few days ago) but here it is now, so no...no one hacked my account. And now it's back to the grind. I'm here in the US for another few weeks, then it's off to Europe again for the holidays. I've noticed that several members of my harem have been feeling very neglected. I'll definitely be playing "catch-up" this next couple of weeks.Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-25127569924842177552010-11-16T17:47:00.000-08:002010-11-16T18:25:20.605-08:00Best pool-party ever!Here I am in Orlando again. I have to say, the weather here is incredible for November. Which must be why a certain twink that I fucked last time I was here was holding a pool-party at his "luxury condo". I got to the party in the eve, as I was really just flying in that day. When I got there, I saw that most of the guests were extremely hot with two notable exceptions (I'll go into that later). There had apparently been a lot of drinking going on for the few hours prior, but no one seemed to be too obnoxiously intoxicated. I mingled for a bit, paid my respects to the host, then went on a serious "search and destroy" mission; scoping all the guys in attendance as well as the potential rooms and locations for any possible shenanigans. I walked into one of the bedrooms of the condo and very shortly afterward, a 40-something buffed guy in swim trunks came in after me and tried to make conversation. He wasn't bad looking, but I really wasn't up for his banter so I thought I'd see if I could get things going in the right direction by making him suck me. When I flipped my cock out, he started making even more tedious comments. I finally looked at him and said squarely, "you gonna talk? or are you gonna suck?" He finally got the hint, and courage to start sucking me.<br /><br />Just then another hot 20-something kid walked in on us...and liked what he saw. I motioned him over to join us, which he did, taking turns sucking my cock with the older guy. Lucky for me, the old guy took the bait and started fondling and undressing the other guy to suck him. Luckier still, a hot blue-eyed puertorican kid came in next and sat on the bed watching us. I just looked over at him and smirked while i was getting the blowjob, not wanting to rush him into it. But finally, I saw my chance and casually walked over to him and he smiled, stroked me for a little, then started sucking me. This kid looked so cute with my balls dangling off his chin. After a few minutes of that, I aggressively pulled him up, flipped him over, pulled down his swim trunks and buried my face in his hairless pink hole. He was really enjoying this, so I took advantage of the moment and suited up the long ranger with the profo from my pocket then intermittently put some spit on it while eating out this excellent boy-hole. Then, before he could protest, I mounted him and slipped my cock in (about a quarter way). He protested, saying "wait, I wasn't expecting this." I didn't care, and he didn't buck; it was just a verbal, half-hearted protest, so I continued. I started slow at first, adding to the spit on my schlong as needed. And once I stopped completely, the puertorican kid reached around to pull my hips into his ass. Yeah, he wanted it now. So, I definitely gave it to him, grabbing his hips and pumping my cock into his butthole. I flipped him on his back missionary and he held his legs open wide for me to insert the long ranger back in. As I started fucking him harder and harder, I noticed that old guy behind my rubbing my back and chest. I tried to forget about it but then he leaned in like he was trying to kiss me. I stopped, turned to him squarely and said, "Crowding." He backed off, but didn't leave. I really needed to get off my rocks, so I started pumping out a nice load, while the kid was still holding his legs open commanding, "don't stop, I'm gonna cum too!" and started shooting load after load of cum on his 6-pack abs. Bulls-eye, suckaz!!!<br /><br />OK, now that I had just finished fucking the hottest bottom at the party, I noticed a larger crowd of about 8 other guys lurking, rubbing and pawing each other in the same room the hallway. And even though I had just cum, another VERY hot white kid walked up and started fondling my cock. I thought it would only be a matter of a minute or two until I got soft, but I guess I was so sex-starved that it just never happened. I leaned into this kid (soon to be bottom #2) and said, "go ahead dude. put it in your mouth." He smiled back, coyly and then knelt and obeyed. I sat on the edge of the bed and just let him blow me...he was pretty good. There were two beds in that room, and I could see the first bottom boy now getting fucked by another guy, which got me rock-hard. Then, someone who I would categorize as the HOTTEST guy at the party; tall, muscle-dude in his later 30's came and sat behind the bottom boy blowing me. He pulled off the bottom's trunks, and started massaging his ass. Then I saw him take out some lube and start lubing his hole. Finally, I saw him take out a condom and put one on his dick, and I thought, "fuck that, dude!" and promptly pulled up the bottom-boy, sat him on my lap, put a condom on MY dick and popped it in his butt-hole (I wasn't gonna let the other dude take the fruits of my labor). He rode it like a champ and took it for a long time. Must have been 10 minutes, and the buffed dude just stood there watching like a kid waiting for his turn on a playstation. But guess what; he could just keep waiting. My balls started churning and I stood up, bent the bottom boy over and rammed my second load into his bubble-butt from behind. After I was sure the last drop was out of my balls, I pulled out, looked at the buffed dude, and said, "all yours." Then went to wash up. Ah, yes...sadism at it's finest.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I don't have any pics to post of the event this week. Also, in a few days I'll be making my way down to Buenos Aires, but I DO have a few pics to upload and will try to do it during my trip (will give me something to do on the long planeride down there).<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">***************</span><br />Update: I got to fuck the puertorican kid one more time today. I almost missed a very important meeting, but it was TOTALLY WORTH IT! DAYUM!!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfkP14KWbrMWpOIobVHfJ9xqZm5d6aE5F3-YU4HTvu2lO6CZEnrQZrF_w6si4cG_iYswJgpfoJTvsxwkBh1ihIRyc_Xrhmdvf712TPY76OVZQ0D4atvc_4jN8x6fZl_H0Px-UsosFOUg/s1600/IMG00152.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfkP14KWbrMWpOIobVHfJ9xqZm5d6aE5F3-YU4HTvu2lO6CZEnrQZrF_w6si4cG_iYswJgpfoJTvsxwkBh1ihIRyc_Xrhmdvf712TPY76OVZQ0D4atvc_4jN8x6fZl_H0Px-UsosFOUg/s200/IMG00152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540339006272978418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2lOQj5bz7WbKaHZ3xhGNnIbhmIaphc53HXOACp4_9x4sx7JUN9Cd9B41V_4bCZpyxZgSMSlF5VdexdYV8rOXxwfd3QfSuxRFn0VazRuGPXSv-BA7qKKYtTs2ItlVYOOrLxpez9RhW-_g/s1600/IMG00151.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2lOQj5bz7WbKaHZ3xhGNnIbhmIaphc53HXOACp4_9x4sx7JUN9Cd9B41V_4bCZpyxZgSMSlF5VdexdYV8rOXxwfd3QfSuxRFn0VazRuGPXSv-BA7qKKYtTs2ItlVYOOrLxpez9RhW-_g/s200/IMG00151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540338992736161250" border="0" /></a>Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-42886941812616910552010-11-06T16:29:00.000-07:002010-11-06T18:04:41.268-07:00RestartI'm aware people do not visit this blog to hear about my hard-hitting opinions on politics, my satiristic social commentary or lithe, sonnet-like writing style. But I would be remiss in not giving a recap on events these last couple of weeks of air silence. First, as my last post mentioned, Bull died of an apparent drug overdose. This was not surprising given his craquelure lifestlye, but it is still sad. In fact, his memorial service is today, but I will not be going since it is being "hosted" by a bunch of twink/crackhead friends of his who will most likely use this as an opportunity to do drugs together, and that's not the kind of atmosphere or way I want to remember or memorialize him.<br /><br /><br />This same week, a former room-mate of my pal Kev-bo's died. This guy was also implicated in a very horrible, unsolved murder (not going into details) but still, his death affected Kev-bo and I'm sorry about that. Add to this, my former crack-head ex in Southern California had some perverse co-dependent/enabling relationship with some older guy (they both essentially scored drugs for each other and found places to stay, but I don't think there was any sex involved). Anyway, and I'm sure you're all seeing this coming, this older guy just died of an overdose this last weekend as well. My ex was so shaken up that he's been reaching out to everyone telling them this was his "wake-up" call and he has now "turned a corner". Yup...and if wishes were fishes we'd all cast nets to the sea.<br /><br /><br />Finally, I had some relatives over, including two 5-year-old's. I've written before how the mere notion (let alone presence) of kids makes my libido drop like an 80-year-old stripper's tits. And this particular trip wasn't for pleasure, so suffice it to say the added drama around the house put any thoughts of boning off my radar. Anyway, I hope this self-indulgent rant didn't bore you too much, but it was kind of necessary to put the air-silence into perspective.<br /><br /><br />I think the most challenging thing was around Thursday eve my libido came back with a vengeance. But by the time I got home from work and got online, there was just no quality ass to be had. Hell, I really would have settled for bargain-basement at that point. But it just wasn't happening. I half considered jacking-off before bed, but felt too tired and quite honestly disappointed to do it. But the next day, as luck would have it I was able to work from home and promptly set about getting laid. I ended up talking to a very buffed filipino dude and told him to come over. When he showed up, he was buffed, very good looking, but also, VERY FOBish, wearing a jean/jean-jacket combo with a John Travolta haircut circa 1978. I didn't waste any time as I thought I'd enjoy looking at him a lot better naked and from behind. I got him into the boning-lair and pretty roughly stripped off his clothes. I don't think he liked this too much, but after I bent him over and had my tongue in his hole, he at least went alont with it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg284SRmX9jtGqdZfD1-6sbzDtJUcYlIszh4ZcsA3CVP21GtBfvve4ii92gvnZ9Wm-t6lL9LrGeeS2hHD6goz39ZwrfrDKTJcqtn2dSl0e6ZIjVdn0XaOBLvYJxpyEdChpxbhwMTCT8izE/s1600/talljohnny+003.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536607033011697362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg284SRmX9jtGqdZfD1-6sbzDtJUcYlIszh4ZcsA3CVP21GtBfvve4ii92gvnZ9Wm-t6lL9LrGeeS2hHD6goz39ZwrfrDKTJcqtn2dSl0e6ZIjVdn0XaOBLvYJxpyEdChpxbhwMTCT8izE/s200/talljohnny+003.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKCKdueZdqDhUlfJ1jNfdzld1qK6bwyPSuq9wd7HhXmzVIl2pM7jl10fdxaWpYGhZlZGISLCv9FjS6nuqQISy6c0Hxj0u6gGkrIQgzUZenY73MJhyphenhyphenO-WyM7Y6IC76lLr9M14Kx-F84uE/s1600/talljohnny+002.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536607032303322946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKCKdueZdqDhUlfJ1jNfdzld1qK6bwyPSuq9wd7HhXmzVIl2pM7jl10fdxaWpYGhZlZGISLCv9FjS6nuqQISy6c0Hxj0u6gGkrIQgzUZenY73MJhyphenhyphenO-WyM7Y6IC76lLr9M14Kx-F84uE/s200/talljohnny+002.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikzAR8eYGLKWShkcpKKSvCBGlA_nSCLGslHl9bxPHznDWxnxnUqSWGznqjDhDVvd8bptBZCbERapfrVZU0OSj_2xkJTDWyjChW_GgyoTEFlumhKGrf4H8ziNjaQztEgEOkVRWB8tW-Jag/s1600/talljohnny+001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536607027650478978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikzAR8eYGLKWShkcpKKSvCBGlA_nSCLGslHl9bxPHznDWxnxnUqSWGznqjDhDVvd8bptBZCbERapfrVZU0OSj_2xkJTDWyjChW_GgyoTEFlumhKGrf4H8ziNjaQztEgEOkVRWB8tW-Jag/s200/talljohnny+001.jpg" /></a><br />Here's the thing; I'm generally a great fuck and very cognizant of when the bottom is having fun. But I think because my balls were so backed-up with cum, I was just in animalistic mode. If this guy was hoping for a slow, sensual encounter, that was just not going to happen. I suited up, pushed my cock inside him, and against his moans and requests for me to slow-down continued pumping. I'd stop for a few seconds to humor him and ask him if he was alright, but then start up again regardless of his response. I know he's not reading this, but all I can say is, I'm sorry. Like a whore who's "jon" is a convicted rapist who just got out of prison, he was at the wrong place at the wrong time and got the brunt of a very hard and rough fuck. This was the culmination of 2 weeks of sexual frustration. When I finally got my load off, I could see he was NOT happy. And I was actually embarassed, so he quickly dressed and left, without even so much as washing or making eye-contact.<br /><br /><div><div>I saw him later online, and dispite my apology, he was not into talking to me again. I got back to work, and got a call from the red-head from the gym. He asked if he could come over later...and...yeah! Thing is, when he got here, I had already gotten off my agressiveness with the other guy, so I was very passionate and sensual with him (that's actually how he enjoys it). So much so, that after I fucked him missionary and came, he usually jacks himself off with me still inside him. He tried, then said, "maybe I'll just wait until round 2". Now, this was odd because he NEVER lets me do it twice. But I was more than willing too oblige, and 10 minutes later gave him another stellar fuck. So, 3 loads in as many hours. Definitely felt good to make up for lost time.</div><div> </div><div>Next weekend I'll be back in Orlando. So, any/all suggestions are welcome...<br /></div></div>Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-88682667508303803722010-11-01T14:54:00.000-07:002010-11-01T14:57:38.129-07:00RIP BullWe'll miss you.Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245372729769288616.post-50461195933514836622010-10-23T14:35:00.000-07:002010-10-26T14:38:35.791-07:00So...yeah, I'm gonna start with an apologySo...yeah, I'm gonna start with an apology. I'm sorry for saying over and over how much I'm not going to go to anymore underwear parties, but yet end up going. And I'm really hoping I can make this promise; I will NOT attend another "gus presents" underwear party again. It just is NOT worth it. The hey-day of hot boys willing to have sex in the bathroom stalls is over. Did I get laid this last time? Yeah. I ended up fucking some decent 20-something white guy in a stall, but he was drunk and really I felt afterwards like I had raped him. He wasn't into getting fucked; just wanted to mess around. But oh well. And after I pounded a load out I rushed out of that bathroom like a bat out of hell and just left the club (AFTER I got my clothes back of course).<br /><br />Anyway, I guess one of the main reasons I wanted to go to the underwear party was because I have been popping the FUCK OUT in a good way, and wanted a venue to show off. Even at my job, people have been commenting (one jinder was heard to remark, "oooooh! steroids, isn't it?"). There's a gay guy who works in my area who is actually very cool and does a lot of charity work like AIDS ride and whatnot. He's been coming up to me a lot and asking me where I work out, what I do, etc. But lately it's been turning into comments like, "you are CUT. Your pecs are awesome." I think he is innocent enough about it, but since I'm not "out" at work, I get giggles and stares from my other co-workers (especially the female ones) after he makes the comments as they can tell I'm noticeably uncomfortable. On another job-related note, I've been getting more and more shoulder pats, fist-bumps and general light-body contact from Norton. And a funny conversation ensued the other day; for some reason, he is very anti-Mormon (maybe he comes from a Mormon family) and as he was talking to another colleague of ours he remarked, "Mormon chicks don't do anything until their married. So, it serves them right when they find out on their honeymoon that they married a guy with tiny weiner." he held up his pinky as he said this, and looked over at me, "Right?" There were giggles from everyone in our immediate vicinity, and I just smirked and shook my head.<br /><br /><br />Later that day in the breakroom Norton and I were joking around, and I mentioned, "by the way man, that was funny what you said earlier, but you should watch those kind of jokes in the office when you don't know who's listening." He nodded and said, "Yeah, but no one in our group is Mormon." I continued, "Yeah, dude. Maybe. But you don't know if anyone has a really 'tiny weiner' as you put it." Then it hit him, "Ohhhhhhh. Dude." I nodded. He continued, "well, I guess that joke was for your ears only." I winked at him, "I got it." So, the bottom line is this: I think the seed has not only been planted, but I think nature is definitely taking its course here, since a) he was thinking specifically about my cock when he made that joke and b) he was making a "private" joke between us about it. I've got a few "straight-boy" scenarios where I think I could manage to get into his pants. But if anyone here has any suggestions or ideas that have worked in the past I'm all ears here. Keep in mind once again; he has a live-in girlfriend, he's a closet-stoner, a surfer, very chill and pretty liberal overall.<br /><br />On to some boning. There's a kid I used to bone some years back when he was 19. He was just starting to have sex and really liked it with me. Unfortunately, I opened up his wild side, and he ended up doing some pretty edgy things which took it's toll on him to the point where he swore off bottoming for years (plus he had to get his hole surgically "repaired"...not joking). Well, now he's in his mid-20's and for a few months now has been hinting he'd like to try bottoming again after years of not doing it. I always tell him I'm down for easing him back into it, but the conversation always ends with "tempting..." but nothing ever happens. That is, until a few days ago.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUopQNddHPDcCExK7mxu8CimCrbOD_cenAvl9c7JX_423GGQoSy1KD3yUR-oRoww6p68kESFMTgbI6g1F80bG20iQZjCv1RIFx6prsSUxx44NgC8f5wm6bINBj54AXNcS5M_Nrm_-5860/s1600/talljohnny+005.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531376651549859554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUopQNddHPDcCExK7mxu8CimCrbOD_cenAvl9c7JX_423GGQoSy1KD3yUR-oRoww6p68kESFMTgbI6g1F80bG20iQZjCv1RIFx6prsSUxx44NgC8f5wm6bINBj54AXNcS5M_Nrm_-5860/s200/talljohnny+005.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ9P1IgLMCITp-nUOqiQGW-wSp1WqAGwfrhEpBJGQLLJculIYHT_8FDtT6TkGThd1Zsb_0fuRp6JOV-FEAwJ7p0IRPzaLWu1RN-O61Wgr2UScBK1jJCVPRsiapGJgguxtJe9BCatZO9Gs/s1600/talljohnny+004.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531376647396522642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ9P1IgLMCITp-nUOqiQGW-wSp1WqAGwfrhEpBJGQLLJculIYHT_8FDtT6TkGThd1Zsb_0fuRp6JOV-FEAwJ7p0IRPzaLWu1RN-O61Wgr2UScBK1jJCVPRsiapGJgguxtJe9BCatZO9Gs/s200/talljohnny+004.jpg" /></a><br />Just to put things into perspective, this kid is 6'2" tall, and has a fat 8" dick on him. His hole is, well...you can see. Words cannot express how sweet his hole is. After thoroughly eating him out and getting him sloppy wet, I started off from behind as usual (more of a dominance/control thing so I can let him know what's ahead). He took my cock inside him little by little and I could tell by the way his body was shivering that he was really looking forward to this. When it was all in, I started rocking my hips while grabbing and massaging his butt muscles with my thumbs. I told him to grab my dick really hard with his hole; he did, then released it. After that, he was MINE, I just started pumping and fucking however I felt like it. We ended up missionary and he instinctively jacked his dick off. I took his hands away and placed them on his thighs to keep his legs up. "Just hold your legs up like that with your hands. Don't touch yourself." He obeyed and I started taking aim at his prostate with my cock. In order to do this, I don't get to put my cock all the way in; it just goes in about 5" in order for the head to rub and poke the prostate directly. This definitely had the desired effect as his dick was rock hard and he was moaning like a wildcat. Then I slid all the way back in and just started pumping to get my dick off. As I started letting go and cumming, I was grunting pretty loud and let him know I was shooting. He tried to push me off him and started whimpering as he struggled to grab his dick, now spewing load after load of semen onto both of our chests. I leaned up so he could jack the last load of cum out of his cock, then collapsed on top of him.<br /><br /><div>I told him cockily, "Don't think I didn't notice I made you cum without touching yourself. That alone is worth a second round. " He smiled and said, "yeah. It does." So, my good readers, enjoy the rest of the weekend.</div>Suave Knighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02559498795802345145noreply@blogger.com3