Suave Knight

ABCD part 4

2012-02-06T21:14:00.000-08:00

My 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.

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 white kid I wrote about back in December (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!!!!!!!

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).

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 sayingg I think there was indeed some pre-historic natural selection at work back in the day.

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.

Deal-Breakers

2012-01-30T21:27:00.001-08:00

Yes, 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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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...

Orlando...for the last time

2012-01-19T20:54:00.000-08:00

Just getting back from Orlando, and I am completely underwhelmed. The party I had planned didn’t 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 him—which 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 I’d 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 “sorry, had a bad day yesterday. U still in town?” Fuck that; my “no flake” 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 I’m noticing is a) Orlando guys are 9’s 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 kid I met years back is no exception, and I didn’t 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: I’ll be happy if I don’t ever make it back to Florida, especially Orlando. Been there, tapped that.

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 : )

Im still hella jet-lagged, so this is gonna be a short post. So, to wrap, here’s 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 he’s VERY versatile and has the right equipment for top and bottom sex.

A Good Start

2012-01-08T15:59:00.001-08:00

Back 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).

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).

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):

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...

Another year gone by

2011-12-11T18:25:00.000-08:00

I 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:

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.

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.

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.

So, I also got a new piece of ass from a 20-something Asian dude who works near my place during the week:
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).

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: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.

Slowing the Roll

2011-12-04T20:54:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

wading through haters

2011-11-28T16:52:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

Flip

Asian

Mo' Latin

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

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

aaaaaaaand.....he' back

2011-07-03T17:52:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And finally, on Sunday I kinda went to Disneyland as well; 23 year-old blond buffed (body-builder) former-military (well...Canadian military if that counts) from Vancouver. I met him online (recently updated my pics) and I knew since he was so buffed that he could probably get anyone he wanted, so he most likely chose me because of the lenght 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 agressive; forcing his mouth open wide and using my cock like a prod into his mouth, then slapping his face with it (he couldn't get enough). I looked down and saw his jeans had been unbuttoned at some point and he wasn't wearing underwear. As I eased him up off my dick his jeans fell down and showed he was sporting about 3" from his blond pubes. After finally getting him to bend over (he needed to suck me a few more times, so it actually started to get frustrating) I mounted him and started the bone-dance.

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

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

Too young to settle down

2011-05-20T16:18:00.000-07:00

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

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

checking in...

2011-04-13T22:28:00.000-07:00

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

Medium...

2011-02-16T18:00:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

Suave Knight out.

Friday Fornication

2011-01-29T10:03:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Power of Music

2011-01-23T11:30:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Malleability

2011-01-16T11:16:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

K-A-R-M-A.

Back?

2011-01-09T19:04:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

On the Mend

2010-12-10T19:39:00.000-08:00

This 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.

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".

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."

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.

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.

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?

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.

Hotel Humping

2010-12-05T11:30:00.000-08:00

I'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:

aaaand.....

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.

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.

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.

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.

Buenos Aires Boning in Brief

2010-11-28T09:57:00.000-08:00

I 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:

and my favorite.

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).

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.

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.

One last comment; business class is so sketchy these days. Obviously it's better than coach, but is it worth the price? Debateable.

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.

Best pool-party ever!

2010-11-16T17:47:00.000-08:00

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.

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!!!

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.

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).

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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!!!!!

Restart

2010-11-06T16:29:00.000-07:00

I'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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Next weekend I'll be back in Orlando. So, any/all suggestions are welcome...

RIP Bull

2010-11-01T14:54:00.000-07:00

We'll miss you.

So...yeah, I'm gonna start with an apology

2010-10-23T14:35:00.000-07:00

So...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).

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Something Heavy

2010-10-15T22:28:00.000-07:00

I have to start this post with a confession; I've been "seeing" the Mario Lopez kid I'd been blogging about (I had cut him out of the harem because I didn't want him driving here drunk, then added him back because he got a DUI and lost his car and I wouln't have to worry about that anymore...it resolved itself). Because he's such a flaming little boy-bitch sometimes, I really had trouble taking him anywhere in public as I mentioned. But as it turned out, we work and live in the same cities, so I've been car-pooling with him; he doesn't have to take public transportation and I get to use the carpool lane, shaving 10+ minutes off my drive. Aaaaand, of course after work we'd make a pit-stop at my place where I'd fuck him however/as many times as I'd like, then drop him off home. It seemed like a perfect set-up; he got what he wanted, I got what I wanted, we both got to have sex, and I wasn't obligated to take him out for "drinks" or dinner in public afterwards, since he didn't want to spoil a good thing. It all seemed to be symbiotically working out...until Weds eve.

After we did the bone dance, he stated how he needed to go to the hospital because he had made an appointment to get an HIV and STD test done and asked if I could take him, saying "it will only take 20 minutes." OK, I KNOW nothing at the hospital takes 20 minutes, but thought I'd be a cool guy and take him and wait for him for moral support, which I did. While he was doing his thing inside, I stayed in the hospital parking lot and did some work on the computer, when I got a very bad call from "home" (long story short, very bad family news, which admitedly set my mood). 1 hour went by and still now word from this kid, so I started calling him to see if he knew how much longer, but it went to voicemail. So, now I'm starting to get worried. After 1 hour 45 minutes goes by, he calls me back in what sounded like tears saying, "I don't believe this." Long pause. I tried to respond as up-beat as I could, "what's up man? you get some bad news?" Long pause. He responded, "I...just come around I'll show you when you get here." When I swung around to pick him up, I saw he wasn't crying, but had a very odd expriession on his face like he didn't know what to do. He got in the car and I immediately said, "so, what's up man?" He turned to me and said, "I'm in the county system now." "What does that mean?" I asked. He handed me a paper and said, "Look!" It was dark and I didn't have my reading glasses, plus I was a bit flustered and responded, "Dude, I can't read that. Tell me what it says." He paused then smirked, "It says it's all negative. Why? Were you worried?"

Not gonna go into too much detail on the conversation that followed, other than to say I didn't yell or raise my voice, but did tell him he was damaged, and that there was something severely wrong with him. I just couldn't (and still can't) see how he thought it was appropriate to joke like that after keeping me waiting (worrying) for nearly 2 hours. Not that HIV is the end of the world (I'm TOTALLY not that naive). It's just that knowing him, I just didn't thing he'd be able to handle that at 22 years old, which is why I was worrying. But now that I look back at it, this kid is all FUCKING DRAMA. He creates it, brings it and lives it. I told him that evening after I dropped him off that we wouldn't be seeing each other anymore. Maybe I overreacted, but I'm done. DONE. I'm alergic to drama and have enough to deal with without some immature fuck-bud adding to it.

That experience did sour me for a couple of days, but was able to get off a couple times with a visiting big-dicked bubble-butt bottom flight attendant (surprise!) who had a hole sweet enough to make a grown man cry:

I also decided since I'm popping the fuck OUT (in a good way) these days, I'm definitely gonna hit the Underwear party this weekend. Yes, it'll most likely be a trip to SaiHongBomNila as usual, but I need the diversion.

Last thing I'll say here: isn't it cool how those Chilean miners were rescued? In my life time, humanity has come such a long way! 20, 15 or even 10 years ago it would have been a foregone conclusion that they'd be dead after the government and mine owners crunched the numbers and saw thier lives weren't worth the expense. Sure, a rudimentary token attempt would have been made, but their asses would be done for. Just look at what happened only 2 years ago with the Russian submariners. So, I have to believe that more and more societies and countries are realizing the value of human life and dignity. Not everywhere of course, but in more and more places where that was definitely not the case in recent history. That's a good thing.

Another Triangle

2010-10-09T19:08:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Work-related shenanigans

2010-10-03T17:24:00.001-07:00

I'm probably sounding like a broken record talking about being busy at work in so many of my posts. But saddly, that is the reality. The upside is come the begining of the year my current office will most likely be shut down, meaning I will be working from home. I LOVE working from home, as I can usually get some boning done here and there during the day from the part of my harem that works different non-traditional hours (if at all). Meanwhile, as I've been spending long hours in the office, I'm finding myself more and more attracted to one of my colleagues; a 29-year-old boyish looking surfer type (lives in Santa Cruz) who reminds me a lot of Ed Norton (I'll call him Norton). Just like his namesake, he doesn't have what anyone would consider traditional "good looks". But his attitude, masculinity and overall demeanor just do it for me. He's also perpetually engaged to some lawyer chick he lives with. Anyway, we joke around a lot as his desk is right in back off mine, and I've caught him a few times just staring at me. And when I catch him, he doesn't flinch, he just keeps looking like I'm supposed to say something or entertain him.

One morning when I went into the restroom stall, a few seconds later, he came in and used the one next to me (there's a barrier so it's very discrete). I was having a "can't keep it down" morning (been having those lately...nice : ) and having him take a leak next to me got the blood flowing enough to have the long ranger nice and swingin'. Just as he zipped up and turned to walk over to the sink and wash, I said to him, "Hey, Norton, I didn't get much sleep at all last night. I'm really running a couple gallons low of a full tank today. So, if I get really behind, or forget to do something, you gotta help me out and let me know, OK?" He nodded as he rinsed off, "sure". Not skipping a beat I turned around from the urinal with my schlong hanging prominently out of my dress slacks and headed over to the opposite end of the sink, "Thanks, man. I owe you." So, I don't know if it was the joke, or just the sight of my long dick hanging out and flopping around as I walked over to the sink, but he started laughing uncontrollably and said, "DUuuuude!" I gave him a quizzical look to keep playing along, then looked at my cock hanging out and acted embarassed, "now, see? This is what I'm talking about. Good thing I didn't walk out like last time." So, yes, I know I probably could have been sent to human resources for that. But he found it funny, and I think a seed has been planted (though not literally...yet).

Since the weather has been good (actually, last weekend was unbearably hot) and maybe because of the reminiscing that began with last week's post, I wanted to make a trip to the gay/nude beach in San Gregorio. I tried to get some friends together, but the ones that most likely WOULD have gone were backpacking this weekend, so I ended up going alone. Well, that trip turned out to be a bust as there was some flooding, so that beach was closed. I WAS able to hook up with my usual harem, including the Brian Austin Green looking kid I wrote about 2 posts back. I've been hooking up with him 3 Sundays in a row since it's convenient for both of us. However, this weekend I got a first taste of what could definitely be an obsessive personality. Not going into details, but I'll be on the lookout if I decide to hook up with him again. But just so you know WHY I'd be willing to tolerate him:

Yup, the things we do for a good piece of boy-pussy.

New Old Boning

2010-09-24T20:31:00.000-07:00

I think this week I've been as tired and overworked as I can remember in recent memory. But it's not really a bad feeling either, since I get a lot of adulation and "glory" at work--which I've found is a novelty in the workforce, especially these days. It's an open secret in Silicon Valley that when times are bad in the job market, few people do a "good" job, meaning they don't get a good employee review and are thus ineligible for a raise, promotion, bonus etc. It was standard practice at my last company. This year has been the opposite, and I've been getting very well compensated monetarily (officially the most I've ever earned in my career) as well as a heavy dose of respect. It makes the long hours and work feel worth it. However, it does cut into the social life and gym time, which I wasn't too happy about this week, since I only got in 2 workouts (mediocre at best).

The first part of my week was spent up in SF. I still have 1 month remaining at Golds, so I thought I'd take advantage and see if I could get laid after the workout. No dice. But after work, I did hit a Starbucks and do some online cruising where I found this guy:

I think I mentioned before I have an eye for ass, and even from the ass pics in his profile he looked very familiar. I went to his place, and he greeted me butts up on the bed (I LOVE THAT!!!) which meant no foreplay necessary. However, with some guys this also means they are cum-sluts or that their hole is wide enough to suck in the light from the galaxy. But not this guy. When I got the long ranger in him it was as smooth and tight as a velvet glove. I was able to ride him doggy style and just pound it until I came, knowing there was no reciprocation necessary (or probably even desired). When I pulled out and took the condom off, something was strangely familiar, since I hadn't really seen his face up till this point (not what I was after). Then it hit me; I had fucked this guy 10 years earlier.

I know I talk about my glory days of 1999 and the spectacular sex parties going on. But sex was everywhere back then. I think all that talk about what it was like in the 70's must be very similar actually. Anyway, one day I was walking down a nude beach in the "gay area" (there are makeshift driftwood "dwellings" to shield people from view there) and heard some slight moaning coming from behind one of them. I quietly and casually walked behind to see this same guy bent over with that NICE beefy ass getting slowly fucked by some old "muscle daddy" (why people dress in leather on the beach I have no fucking clue) while his equally old friend sat there smiling and watching. There's something about watching a guy get fucked that triggers the dog in me; sometimes it doesn't even matter if the guy getting fucked is butt ugly. It's like my dick automatically feels jealous and wants a turn. The leather duo saw me there and the "daddy" really looked like he was just humoring this bottom by fucking him. He didn't really seem that into it. I took the cue and put a profo on my cock and the moment the daddy pulled out, I shoved it in. The bottom boy loved it and was moaning with pleasure telling me to fuck him harder under his breath. One of my all time hot experiences.

So, now here we were 10 years later (well, 11 actually) fucking again. This time I got his number/info so we could stay in touch. It's always nice to have a quality fuck to look up in a pinch when in SF. Which leads me to my last subject: Folsom St Fair. It's this week, and a few of my friends have been badgering me to go with them. But just like Dore Alley, I think those days are over. No real desire to relive the "glory days", since I really think I won't ever see the levels of debauchery I once experienced there. Instead, I'll be spending the day with Chef, who has now stated he's in an "it's complicated" type relationship. Meaning he wants me to bone him, and he wants it bad.

Montreal Mourning

2010-09-17T23:05:00.000-07:00

I spoke before about the slow yet eminent death of off-line cruising, specifically in the UK. Well, to my utter anguish and gnashing of teeth, the same is coming to pass (as the Mormons say) in Montreal. Two of my all-time favorite spots; the restrooms at La Cite and the park of Maissoneuve have now been spoiled. During my visit to Montreal for work, I took the weekend to stay with my friend Kev-bo. The first night we both decided to do some cruising at Maissoneuve. While the selection was definitely not "fresh", I did manage to hook-up with a cyclist, get a condom on, and start out pumping his ass. Less than a minute into my fucking, the lights from a police terrain vehicle started about 50 metres from us and we were set-upon by other police who no doubt were watching us with night-vision. I was able to zip up, tear off like a bat out of hell and lose them through the trees, then circled the park for about 1/2 hour (and it's a big park) looking for Kev-bo until we finally met up at our rendezvous point, where he relayed to me he had been stopped by police as well (but he hadn't been doing anything other than sauntering). NOT a good experience.

While it was great to see Kev-bo, and I did finally get to see his house (albeit heavily under construction) he was very distracted with his own business obligations, so I wanted to ensure he got enough time to do what he needed. I started online and just could NOT understand the rythm of the Montrealers; they all seemed flakey, or wanted to bring a friend, or would only do it if "X", or whatever. After about 1 1/2 online, I finally started saying, "dude, here's the address. Come over or don't." then stopped responding. Here's the punchline; starting about 1 hour later, a steady stream of ugly (not their real pics obviously), twinky, clueless and even hot guys started knocking at the door (5 in total). Yet because some were hoping for a 3-way, while others were not, and others still just wanted to fuck with my head apparently, I only FINALLY ended up actually fucking ONE Montrealer...and it was NOTHING to write home about. And here's something which has NEVER happened before; one of the guys was apparently so pissed off at me that he called an ESCORT service and sent some dude over. When the guy came up, I was like, "Hmmm, don't remember talking to this guy, but whatever." and we started pawing at each other. He then said, "so, I usually ask for the money up front." I was totally caught off guard and it took about a minute of VERY awkward conversation to figure out I had been the brunt of a prank. Not fun at all. For me or him.

The next night I went out in order to avoid any SEMBLANCE of a repeat and ended up fucking a nice Asian guy with a very hot ass. But...yeah...made it up to Montreal for some fish-bone. Wasn't how I envisioned the vacation. And the overall feel has definitely become more of a stressful big-city, and less of the laissez-faire, bohemian enclave that it used to be. So, bottom line is this; if you are into oggling straight guys who will feign interest in you so you will pay them to dance naked on your lap, then Montreal is definitely the place for you. But it is definitely not the same city I fell in love with last decade. No desire to return anytime soon, especially because Kev-bo seems to be traveling here so often.

Since I've been back, I have been extremely busy at work. I have gotten in some boning, but just my regulars, and no new pics (really haven't been concentrating on that). I'll ensure my next post has a couple pics and some more uplifting stories. But for my readers out there, just consider this a traveling tale of caution.

No Mo' Tro'

2010-09-05T18:45:00.000-07:00

I can't remember if I mentioned this before or not, but my gym (Golds) was bought by Crunch, which gave all of us 1 month to decide whether we wanted to stay. Given Crunch is only located on the bay area and not conducive to my travel, I opted to leave. So, after my years of complaining about the troll-infestation, the situation has now resolved itself by my leaving, and I'm now the not-so-proud member of 24-hours-- which is a bit ghetto and not a blonde person to be found in the entire gym. And whoever designed this gym made it absolutely shenanigan-proof, as there is no area in the locker room, showers, steamroom (coed) or anywhere else where any covert action can be had. They really knew what they were doing. So, Good-by to all the trolls and possibilities of sex in the showers and steamroom.

I was debating on whether or not to go to an Underwear party in SF over this weekend. The fact is the same evening I was invited to a photography exposition of a good and long-time friend of mine (the 3rd member of a trio including me and Rug back in the day). Since this was down in East San Jose (can't even remember how long it's been since I was there) and I had invited my friend, Chef to come along I calculated my odds at 50/50 that I would be able to make it all the way back up to SF. And as I was doing housework, I got a phonecall from a guy I'd been talking to online during the week; 30-something athletic white guy with an awesome looking bubble-butt. As it was around lunchtime, I thought I'd go for it. When I showed up at his place (10 mins from me) he was like his pic, so I wasted no time in getting him into his room and fucking his bubble-butt. Wasn't great, but it did the trick, and made up my mind not to go to the Underwear party (wouldn't ever want to go to one of those things when I'm not "fully loaded" as it were...what's the point?)

On my way home, I got a call from the Mario Lopez looking kid I had decided to cut from my harem as I didn't want him driving around drunk to me. Well, that resolved itself as well, since he got caught violating his probation from the DUI and got his car impounded. He called and asked if I could pick him up and we could go back to my place. No harm in that I thought, so I swung by his place, took him home, and rode his bubble-butt boy-pussy for a good 1/2 hour (that boy is a force of nature). "OK, that's that," I thought, "Time to get productive." So, after I dropped him back at his place (he's 1/2 a mile from me) I got some lunch, did some housework and got called by ANOTHER dude I'd been talking to online (30-year-old buffed dude from Quebec). Now, here's the thing; normally 2 rounds would be enough, but I get into some seriously randy spells, and I just thought "why not?" So, he came over, and I took him into my room so he could start off by slobbering on my dick. Since he seemed to be following instructions well, I took the opportunity to snap a couple of pics. A couple of you have asked what I meant by "issues" when I refer to certain holes. Well, here you can see one that I was talking about.

Of course this didn't stop me from pounding his hole (it really felt GREAT, definitely enough to get off a 3rd round for the day). And after he left, I realized I'd REALLY better get ready for the exhibit. Unfortunately, I rushed so much that I ended up leaving my cell-phone at my house, and only realized it 45-mins into my drive. And since I had coordinated with Chef that he would be calling me for directions etc, I had to improvise and swing by his work (he was JUST getting ready to leave, so I'm grateful it worked out) where he then followed me to the exhibit. It was definitely nice to see old friends and socialize. But I really didn't want or plan to make it an all-night thing. But of course that's how those kind of things go; from the exhibit, someone had heard of another party at another location and everyone decided to go. Since I had invited Chef, I didn't want to say no, and ended up taking him to the next party as well. He had a lot more fun there than I did (I wasn't drinking) and ended up staying until 4:30am so he could get in some wet-back's pants (apparently it was worth it), while I had left around 2 (he was cool with that).

The next day I spent mostly catching up on sleep and keeping it low-key. But I did get hit up by yet ANOTHER guy I'd been talking to online previously. I checked my libido, and it wasn't completely exhausted from the day before, so I told him he could come over. Long story short; I am SOOOOO glad he did! He's a 20-something white guy, looks like a much younger Brian Austin Green with a crew-cut. And he is a GREAT fuck! DAYUM! I was just talking with Chef the night before at the party that neither of us seem to be able to bag white guys here in Cali. But DAYUM! Happy Birthday to ME! I got off two rounds in him, and could definitely see possibly even dating this guy. Only problem is he lives in SJ and comes up this way once a week. So, I'd probably get a regular fuck off him, but might want more.

Lastly, my trip to Toronto is canceled, but it all worked out for the best since I WILL be able to go to Ottawa, and then drive to Montreal to see my good pal Kev-bo. Unfortunately, since his condo got damaged during the flash-flood over the summer he's in an executive stay. It won't be a problem, but I was looking forward to a tour of his pimped-out pad.

Anal in Arkansas

2010-08-28T17:22:00.000-07:00

My apologies for the air-silence. SO much has been going on these last couple of weeks; pool-parties, birthday parties (including mine), family visiting, and traveling for work. In fact, so much has been going on, that I kind of don't know where to start. I've definitely been doing my share of boning with my usual harem, including a "new" addition; a shaved red-head dude I boned at the gym last year and saw again a couple weeks back. This time instead of fucking him in the shower, I invited him to my place and...well... if you remember, I have a definite thing for red-heads, since they yield such nice pink holes. Mmmmm-MMMMM, BITCH! And I seriously can't get enough of that hole. I have gotten off some serious orgasms (some of the longest ones I've ever experienced) inside him. So, he'll definitely be a welcome addition to my harem.

What else? OK, I guess I should talk about my travels. First off, out of the 5 segments to my trip, not one was on time. Not one. Flying sucks these days. And there were a LOT of military guys flying around these days; moreso than I've ever really noticed before. And, here's the thing; I'm totally NOT intrigued by the whole military mystique. If you remember my posts regarding Squid (who I cut off), I can say I have found both sailors and marines to be arrogant, self-absorbed and flakey. Let's be honest; most gay guys are like that in general, but military/former military guys are the worst offenders in my experience (and I briefly dated a sailor and a marine as well). Why am I saying all this? Because I had the odd experience of sitting next to an army dude in his late 20's on the way home the other night. He was friendly enough to begin with (too chatty for me, as I wanted to just rest as it was a late flight). But then he started asking me a lot of personal questions, going into how he was looking forward to seeing his wife back at home (that's where he said he was heading). And as the conversation progressed, it turned out he was actually divorced, and was seeing his "girlfriend" who he really really missed. Then, after about 2 in-flight beers, he finally said the "H" word, commenting how horny he was. I just blew it off and didn't comment back. He persisted saying since we were landing late, that he probably would just head straight to a bar and hang out until morning and asked if I wanted to join him. I said no. Then he started getting really persistent, saying how he really needed someone to "hang" with tonite since all his buddies were back at the base. I just played it cool. He asked me one more time as we were heading off the plane, and I said I really needed to get back home, then he shrugged and said, "well, nice talking with you then." So, either this guy wanted to get a blow-job or some more free beer. Either way, he wasn't gonna get it from me.

On to Texas; I had a free day so I got online and hooked up with a very nice 24-year-old black college dude with bubble-butt SO nice... that I had to get two rounds off him (he took it like a champ). He was such a cool guy that afterwards we "facebooked" each other. Really cool guy. The next day, I flew to Little Rock, Arkansas, and good in early enough that I thought I'd also like to get in some boning before the next day's work assignment. I went on craigslist to see what the "tone" was out there (it's a good meter actually). I answered about 3 ads and ended up chatting with all three guys; two very hot black guys and one DL white dude who never showed me his pic. Since I was in the heartland, I really wanted to try out some of the local cuisine; meaning some down-home Whiskey Tango.

So, sight-unseen, I opted for the white guy. And when he showed up at my hotel, I was NOT disappointed; early 20's, farm-boy build, dopishly cute face and definitely not very experienced. When I answered the door shirtless, I just motioned him inside, and he came in without even making eye-contact. I could tell he was not only shy, but probably ashamed of the fact that he wanted to get fucked. So, I made a conscious effort to make as little talk as possible, which I think he respected. I pulled down his pants, bent him over, tongued his hole, suited up then just mounted him doggie-style. He did moan a lot, and I rubbed his dick to make sure it was hard and he was enjoying it (he was). I didn't do any verbal, just kept pumping his ass with my hands gripping his hips. I was getting close, and he sensed it and said the only words I heard from him; "don't cum in me. I want you to cum on my chest." Yeah...that wasn't gonna happen. I did pound out an orgasm, but after I was completely done I pulled out and pretended I was still cumming, tossing the condom on the ground and jacking my dick off. He flipped over and started jacking off too and came. There was a towel by the bed that I threw at him; he wiped up, and left.

Today has been an absolute catch-up day for rest. Tomorrow is another party (not a weekend has gone by in the last 2 months where I have not been to at least one) so I'm keeping it low-key until then. BTW, next stop for me is Ottawa and Toronto. Even though I've been to both places more times than I can count, if anyone has any suggestions I'm all ears.

Full of Bull...

2010-08-11T21:21:00.000-07:00

...or rather, Bull was full of ME. As were two other guys at his party. Lemme 'splain: this year's party for Bull's birthday was more crack-tacular than ever! Meaning I saw more guys smoking crack than I'd ever seen there before. I really felt like Jane Goodall (replace gorilla with spider-monkey). But there were actually fewer tweakers than the 4th of July party. And there were some really hot and interesting guys this time too (AND the annoying transexual didn't come either, which was GREAT). However, it really only takes one tweaker to ruin a party. And as a case in point there was one 25-year-old (?) guy there who even at 25 had seen better days; meaning he was probably a very hot 18-year-old, but still trying to believe he is now. The first thing he when he got in the hot-tub was do a round-robin asking everyone how old they were. One Peter Pan wannabe said he was 39, and shortly left thereafter, to which the Tweaker said just out of ear-shot, "that guy's not fooling anyone. MAYBE 49, and I'm being generous. Tee-hee." When he asked me point-blank how old I was, I said, "let's just say I'm old enough to be your second-cousin" followed by snickers from the rest of the tub-ees. The tweaker followed that with, "you have an accent. Where are you from?" I deadpanned, "your mother's vagina." then paused, "Oh, you mean ORIGINALLY. Got it." And the tubbers went wild with laughter, while the tweaker just moved on to more interested game.

After I was thoroughly soaked, I got out and saw Bull walking though the halls. I literally pulled him into the bathroom and whipped out my cock. He smiled, took the bait and started sucking me. Like a trained hand, he reached under the cabinet in the bathroom for some kit he stashed there and pulled out a condom and some poppers. Within a minute I was pounding his ass and he was moaning uncontrollably. After I came, he turned to me and said "are you done?" I nodded and he stepped away from my dick, pulled up his shorts and smiled, "cool." "Happy Birthday" I responded as he rejoined the party. So, now on to my triangular scenario; I went back to the hot-tub and was joined by a HOT 21-year-old kid and someone who was even hotter in my eyes; a 27-year-old white guy with a nice body but more importantly, he was a computer geek and worked for Apple. But here's the thing, we all started talking and it became more and more apparent that the 21-year-old kid, while aloof, was into me. I was into the other guy, but of course, he was very VERY into the 21-year-old kid, fawning and giggling over him. It turned out the kid was only in town for another week, and while he was hot and very intelligent (just transferring from UC Berkeley) I didn't really have an attraction to him, and thought the other guy would be more his speed. As I stepped out, the kid finally came to life almost in a panic, "Are you leaving now?" I responded, "Nah, just overheated. Gonna get something cold." He returned to his aloof self and said, "OK, well don't go without saying good-by." I nodded and smiled...and that was the last I saw of him intentionally.

As I toweled off and headed to Bull's room to bid my farewell, I passed the first tweaker who had obviously missed his calling as a census taker. Without a word, I grabbed him roughly by the arm, pulled him into the bathroom and closed the door. He was giggling and saying, "what's up, dude?" then I pulled out my dick, and he said, "Oh, so I guess I'm supposed to suck your dick." "You're gonna do more than that, bitch" I thought as I pushed his face down to my crotch. Instinctively he started sucking me. I looked around for Bull's kit and it wasn't there. But there was a condom underneath where it had been, so I suited up, spit on my cock, turned the tweaker around and despite his mild protests of "hey, what are you doing? we can't do that. I'm not ready. we don't have lube" etc I eased my cock into his butthole. It slid in and he just held himself there over the sink whining about how much it hurt and that I needed to wait a moment. Then I grabbed his shoulder with one hand, his hip with another and pounded his ass mercilessly. I knew I wouldn't cum; this was just to teach this fucker a lesson. After about 20 seconds his "wait! wait! WAIT!" got pretty loud so I pulled out. He turned around and said, "this is hot! I just need a second." I responded, "we're done anyway." Then pulled my shorts up over my condom-clad boner and unlocked the bathroom door to step out. The tweaker pulled up his shorts and walked out with me and said, smiling, "see you at the hot-tub. I just looked away.

Then ANOTHER white tweaker with a big ass came up to use the bathroom as we were exiting. I thought, "eh, here goes nothing..." and smiled at him. He smiled back and said, "excuse me." I opened the door for him, but then stepped in with him as well. He started giggling, and before he knew what hit him I bent him over and was pounding his butt-- this time to finish and get a load off. His ass was definitely more accommodating and it took me less than a minute to get my rocks off. When I was done, he looked up at me from the sink he was bent over and said, "wow! I totally didn't expect this! HOT!" I smirked then winked, pulling off the condom and throwing it in the toilet. Then I left the party and drove home.

So, that's my weekend. Other than that, I've been boning my regulars, so no "new" pics other than the ones already posted (wouldn't DARE try and fool you guys with recycled pics). One other call for travel advice; next week I'll be in St Louis and the following week in Little Rock, AR. Any suggestions?

Ho V Hubbie

2010-08-03T09:48:00.000-07:00

So, a bit o' irony: Brad (the buffed Latin dude I met last week) was getting really hot and bothered about us "dating", even though we had only hooked up the one time. I actually mulled the idea over in my head and thought, "Hmmm, I have a sex party this coming weekend, then Bull's Birthday Pool-Party the following weekend, then a "mixer" pool-party Sven invited me to the weekend after that. In other words, a LOT of opportunity to meet guys and have hot sex. Although I didn't tell him all this, I think he sensed my hesitation in our last phone call and that was that. Which leads me to my point: I think for the remainder of the summer at least, I will definitely be a Ho, and not a Husband (boyfriend). I'm just in that mode.

During the week, I saw Cuba again (hadn't seen him in months...busy boy!) and we had some really hot sex. Although I'm not a cock man, I just can't get over looking at his 9" uncut dick while I'm fucking him. I even play with it while I'm on top of him (something I rarely do...it's just that awesome). Then I got a couple hits off another Brazilian dude I've been boning which you can see here:

Then Saturday eve I ended up seeing my good pal Kev-bo who is in SF for a few days. The boy is looking good (better than last trip even) and I was very glad to hear his business is going well. I LOVE hearing good news from my friends. I sincerely cannot wrap my head around the concept of schadenfreude (leave it to the Germans to come up with a word to describe something as fucked up as that). I also FINALLY got to introduce Kev-bo to Sven, which is cool because I'd been trying to get those two to meet for about 4 years. They are definitely two guys who I knew would hit it off as they have a lot in common interest AND personality wise. And before we showed up, I told Kev-bo that Spaz would most likely be among the people at the house, but I said I wouldn't tell him WHO he was beforehand. Well, Kev-bo had no problem picking him out immediately.

Later that eve, I went to the sex-party which was nice...not great, but nice. I got a couple loads off so I can't complain. But the hosts just need a little lesson in keeping the nervous conversation to a minimum by creating the right setting. The odd thing was as I was fucking one porn guy there, I looked at the porno playing on the TV and recognized one of the guys I had fucked weeks ago at the other sex-party. It almost made me have to think to myself, "um...have I ever done porn?" And of course, the answer is no. And as I've said many times before, I'm not even remotely interested in porn. Why? Because I have an entire library in my head. Honestly, I wish MORE guys would use their own cerebral-porn more often rather than relying on watching it. And in that spirit, I will now share my top 10 hotest sex (meaning cock in hole) scenes I've ever experienced (in no particular order);

LA City College showers – fucked a sailor and latin twink
DORE Alley portable toilet – boned a young drunk blond kid butt-out chaps
My First "Ex" one hot summer - mad, passionate all-night sex under a moonlit sky
Powerhouse Bar in SF – shared a hot blond bottom in the back alley with a hot Russian guy
Turnham Green – fucked 2 blond English twinks in the bushes
Underdawg and Homie - my first 3-way; so perfect I felt depressed for a week as I feared I'd never have such a hot, awesome experience again
CXR Toilets - double-fucked a guy with the biggest dick I'd ever seen on a man, then sandwiched the 2nd guy while he fucked him
Underdawg at the gym - after he closed up the gym one night, having sex with him on the weights and equipment
Fred Meyers on Broadway in Seattle - met a HOT white muscle dude and ended up fucking him in the basement
Golds Gym Sauna in SF - too many to list

I highly encourage you, my readers to make a list of YOUR hottest moments and play them over in your head instead of playing porn next time you want to get off. See, how that goes. So, I'll wrap with an open call for travel advice; I'm going to Austin, TX and Little Rock, AR this month. Any/all words of wisdom on getting laid in those two locations would be very much appreciated.

A Cum-Slut Bottom of My Very Own

2010-07-26T11:02:00.000-07:00

This weekend was Dore Alley, and there were a lot of factors in my decison to NOT go this year; family visiting, accompanying friends unavailable and basic apathy. Although 9 times out of 10 I can manage to find a nice ass to fuck somewhere there, I'm coming to the conclusion that a) it's just too much trouble for the "return" and b) I'm really just trying to relive the first time I went 6 years ago and got laid there. The fact is, that first time I totally didn't plan to get laid, but ended up standing behind an extremely cute blond kid in his early 20's with his bubble-butt hanging out of his assless chaps. He was already pretty drunk, and although I had never done this before, I casually suggested doing some naughty things with his ass and we ended up fucking in the portables. This was probably one of the top 5 hottest experiences of my life. And like I said, even though I have gotten lucky there many times since, NOTHING has ever come close to this experience. So, I think I've come to the realization that I don't need to go to Dore anymore as I'm really just chasing the dragon there.

The cool thing is that day I ended up meeting a VERY hot Latin dude who looks like Benjamin Bratt with a shaved head (yup, gonna call him Ben). Ben lives walking distance from my place in a very SWANK condo (not his, he has a roomate). Kinda still crushing on this one, so I'm gonna keep the details here simple: when we got our clothes off, Ben was a fucking MASTERPIECE to look at. His body is chiseled like a statue. He's currently a realtor, but is very obviously a former cholo as both his arms and his back are covered in very artistic but simple ink tatoos. I asked him, "did you get those in or out?" and he looked at me puzzled and said "what do you mean?" So, he hasn't been to prison (or at least he's pretending he hasn't). He was very cute while we were having sex, and asked me during and after if we were going to do it again (I said yes).

Friday night, I was extremely close to having blue-balls. I set a time later in the eve with a hook-up who flaked (aaaaaaaand he's out) which meant that around 11pm I had very few options. I ended up putting an ad on craigslist (this shows you how low I had sunk), and even THEN, the "bites" were very few, most likely due to all the activities going on up in SF due to Dore alley weekend. I finally got hit up by someone I had fucked around 3 years ago; blond, ripped white dude in his early 30's. Now, before I go into our exchange, I have to preface this by saying 2007 was a very strange year for me; I went through 4 career changes, bought a "new" house (the one I'm in now), traveled to 9 countries (the most I'd ever done in 1 year), and for some reason was the most overweight I'd ever been in my life (not obese, but definitely about 15lbs overweight, and it was all in my stomach/sides). So, after we exchanged initial emails with my pics, the IM's went as follows:

Him: we hooked up before. Those must be some really old pics

ME: Really? I dont recognize yours. But actually my pics were taken at the gym 2 weeks ago.

Him: huh? U shure? You were definitely a lot heavier back then.

ME: Am I sure the pictures were taken at the gym 2 weeks ago? yes. I was right there when I took them. How long ago did we meet?

Him: a few years ago. You were just moving in or something.

ME: Ah. yup, now I remember. You work for XXXXXXXX

Him: yeah. still there. Well, you can come over if those are really your recent pics. I'm on XXXXXXXXXXX

So, I went over to his place and while his face hadn't changed, his body was definitely nowhere near as toned as it had been (had some pretty pronounced love-handles). Now, I don't CARE about this-- it was just odd that he was such a fanatic body-nazi when he hadn't kept his up. It actually made me more confident knowing I was the hot one out of the two of us now, and I started off by making him pose for a couple of pics:

One part didn't change; he still has a HOT ass! DAYUM! I ended up mounting him from behind, then strattling on top of him while he was butts-up and fucking him up and down (I rarely do this, but like I said, I was feeling cocky). Then I got off him, roughly pulled him on his back, pushed his legs up, and rammed my cock in him (he was already loosened up, so I knew it wouldn't hurt him...too much). I commanded him to hold his legs up with his hands, and then I leaned back and positioned the long-ranger to hit his prostate directly on each stroke, his cock was rock hard. After about 30 seconds of that he let his legs down and held out his hand to stop and said, "wait!" "What's up?" I asked. He paused, then, "I don't know, it just felt weird." I just smirked, "dude, you were gonna cum. You never came without touching yourself before, right?" He looked at me puzzled, "no." I continued, "well, it's probably not gonna happen now. But next time, just go with it." Then I started pumping again, this time missionary until I pounded my load out. He came a few seconds later, and that was that. Would be nice to repeat as he's a nice fuck, but there's also something weird going on with him upstairs. So, not banking on it.

Now, on to my final topic. I don't know if I am the worlds #1 ass connoisseur, but I rank pretty high. Meaning, if there were an ass-judging contest, I'd be perfect for the panel (hint hint). And while some people never forget a face, I'm pretty much the same way with asses. So, the other day I'm online and see a party ad on adam4adam for "cum slut bottom taking loads all afternoon long" with just an ass pic-- which I recognized immediately. But I thought someone might have stolen the pic, so just to be sure, I created a fake account and asked if the "host" of this "party" had a face pic to send, and he did. Sure enough, it matched the ass-pic and was none other than Norseman. In retrospect, this explains SO MUCH.

See, personally, I'm a greedy top. A VERY greedy top. The thought of being surrounded by 6+ HOT bottom boys all bent over in a row vying for their "turn" with my cock, and then begging me to cum inside them while I'm fucking, while the others plead for me not to cum until they get their turn is the stuff that gives me endless nights of jack-off material. But the reverse; a bottom who wants 6+ guys to fuck him and cum inside him-- well, as a top this repulses me. A butt full of cum--MY cum-- is hot. But the thought of one of MY bottoms getting loaded up with someone else's cum just doesn't do it for me. Plus, to me there is something damaged about the idea of someone who just wants to have as much cum inside him as possible, REGARDLESS of who is doing the fucking. I just don't see anything sexy about a young kid getting loaded up by some geriatric furry whale squeeling effeminately.

So, in sum, I could definitely go for a cum-hungry bottom, provided he's hooked on MY cum. I've been seeing Billy pretty regularly (like 2+ nights a week) and if things were to work out with ANY guy on a steady relationship, I'd be loading him up regularly. But I guess there's a fine line between being a cum-hungry and cum-slut bottom. OK, I'm rambling now so gonna stop here.

RSS (bottom) Feeds

2010-07-20T10:09:00.000-07:00

I found out from a friend of mine that another blog is using the RSS feed to show MY posts to HIS blog in their entirety. I then emailed the owner of said blog (who repulses me physically, morally and character-wise; he's sincerely damaged) and asked him very politely to remove my posts. He then emailed me with "are you sure?" followed by a 3-paragraph justification of why I should let him continue to do this. I then explained how I found his views, opinions and more importantly, actions morally repugnant to me and did not want to associate myself with him or his blog. He then went into a diatribe of how he's a regular Mother Teresa and essentially providing a service to all young kids who (misguidedly!) want to become HIV +. He followed that saying posting my blog posts through the RSS feed was completely within google's guidelines and legal.

Well, yes, you bottom-feeding whale, legally you can. And since I tried to explain the concept of courtesy to you before and obviously failed, let me attempt to do so through analogy; if there is a race on public property and someone decides to set up a table with a sign that says "free water" and gives them out to the runners as they pass by, legally you can waddle yourself up from the spectator section and carry off as many bottles as you can fit in your many pockets (I'm speaking of the anatomical ones comprised of all your flab and lose skin). It's just common courtesy to ASK that person if it would be OK to take some water, and at an ABSOLUTE MINIMUM, say "hello". Seriously, had this guy at a minimum said hello and asked, OR had he at least after the fact said, "hey, I'm sorry for not asking. I didn't think you'd mind" most likely I would have still asked him to remove my posts. But it would have shown me he has character or some redeaming value-- this was just a confirmation he has neither. But I AM grateful he did what he said and took down my blog-posts and therefore have not named him, but want to reiterate that if you ARE one of those people who came here from that particular blog, I do not support, endorse, agree with it nor do I want to be associated in any way with the author.

OK, now on to another previous topic: the bull's-eye. I got a few comments and emails about this. In fact, my good friend Sven even told me the other day that while his boyfriend strattled Sven's huge 9"+ uncut dick the other night, he too hit a bull's-eye with his boyfriend. Apparently this was not only the first time for his boyfriend, but also the first time for Sven (and this boy has definitely been around the block and back). Both are now in their 40's, so the moral is I guess it just has to do with the right equipment being used under the right circumstances. And who knows, maybe someone will hit one with Sven himself someday.

And now, some of my own boning; I went up to SF over the weekend to a small group of 3 other guys; all in their mid to late 20's, 1 white, 1 latin and one extremely buffed Asian. All the guys were WAY hot but the white guy was the only "bottom" (here he is getting fucked by the Asian guy, then the Latin guy).

I got off my first round in him, but for some reason I wanted a bigger challenge. I started really doubling-down on the buffed Asian guy, but each time I went for his hole he shook his head and said he was a top and didn't get fucked. I moved on to the latin guy-- same thing. And the thing is, BOTH of them had NICE asses (well, so do I, I've been told) and I REALLY wanted in! So, while the latin dude was pounding the white guy and the Asian guy watched wide-eyed, I suited up behind him and started nibbling on his ear saying, "that looks SOOO hot." he nodded. Instead of touching his ass with my hands, I started massaging his neck and shoulders, then doing some neck sucking and massaging it with my tongue. He was really getting into it, and wouldn't you know it, "Pop!" the long-ranger was sliding inside him. I didn't want to draw any attention or do ANYTHING which could cause us to stop, so I just kept fucking him standing up, inching my dick further and further in. Finally, he just bent over the bed and I started grinding and pumping. Unfortunately, the Latin guy looked up from fucking the white guy and said, "Dude, that's HOT! Let's switch!" and quickly pulled his cock (he was as big as me, only his curved downwards) out of the white guy. This freaked the Asian guy out and he pushed me out of him and said, "nah, nah. It hurts too much. I can't do it anymore." Fuck! It didn't hurt when I was inside him or he wouldn't have bent over like that. But that was it. He was NOT having repeats.

But...heh heh heh...when it was the Asian's turn to fuck the white guy with his 3" prick, I quietly did the same thing to the latin dude...and it worked : ) Not only did he take the bait, we ended up on the bed fucking missionary. The whole time, he kept telling me "go real slow. I don't ever get fucked." Well, he was now. Only I couldn't really pump or thrust too hard or fast with him. But I did manage to get off round two inside him. Good times!

After my shenanigans at the hotel, I decided to take what little energy I had left and invest it in a workout at a gym in SF. And I stacked more than I ever have yet, so BOOM! Suckaz (gotta use my catch-phrase for this year a few more times when possible). I was thoroughly pumped and bulgey, and as I was looking for some weights to do some curls I passed by a guy who caught my eye, then I looked away. I sensed a slight awkwardness so I looked over again, and it turned out to be my Psycho-Ex from years back, so I went over to talk to him (he wouldn't have come up to me, even though he desperately wanted to). Not gonna go into the psycho-details here, but suffice it to say when we were going out this guy was always a very BUFFED, Bubble-butt Asian boy (I call them "BBBAB's", and I've dated 3 in my life). But looking at him now, he definitely lost a LOT of mass, and now while definitely toned, was no longer what I would consider buffed at all. Still fuckable, but not "hot", and I was actually a bit sad by it. I made small talk with him for about 2 minutes then awkwardly wrapped it up so I could continue my workout.

So, that's about it for now. To wrap things up here and bring them full circle:

Parties of the Beach, Pool and World-Cup Varieties

2010-07-13T15:05:00.000-07:00

I'd have to say this summer is one of the most active ones I've experienced in recent memory. This isn't necessarily a good thing, as I also appreciate my down/relaxation time. But it has been pretty fun so far. Even though last week was a "short" one due to the 4th of July holiday, I was feeling run-down and when Friday rolled around I was not at all looking forward to all the social events happening on the weekend. But thankfully, Saturday morning after a long 10-hour sleep I felt like a new man and said, "Let the games begin!" And what better way to start-off the festivities than with a HOT new fuck-bud; a 30-something buffed black dude with an AWESOME body, face and personality (his face and smooth voice remind me of Billy D Williams circa 1980, so I'm gonna call him "Billy"). Turns out this guy was a real-estate agent who due to the economy and real-estate market's downturn decided to become a flight-attendant...and you'd never know it by looking at him. Damn! Looks more like an air martial (or a bouncer). I don't think any passenger will be hassling him for another drink once he tells them they're "cut off". Anyway, when he came over I answered the door shirtless in sweats, did my usual strut back to the fuck-room, and then flopped my dick out to see how he would react. He immediately knelt and started sucking me, which meant I was fully in control and there would be no give-and-take here.

I noticed he was carryng a little "kit" with him, which is usually a bad sign (usually means it has everything that person "NEEDS" to have sex inside it). But in this case, the only thing he wanted from it was poppers (eh, whaddyagonnado?) and lube (I told him I only had spit to offer). Once I pulled off his clothes, I noticed something else: he is now officially number 3.

Not that I care; just an observation. Plus, a certain friend of mine tends to get quite pissy when I tell him I've just fucked a black guy with a big dick, and usually responds, "You prick! Don't ruin it for us bottoms! Save the big-dicked ones for us!" Aaaaaanyway, another NICE observation (maybe you can see it too in the second pic); for a black guy, he had a BEAUTIFUL pink hole. Usually the darker guys have pretty dark holes; not a bad thing, but there's just something pavlovian with me about seeing a pink one. And his really did if for me. I was pounding that ass like it was my own toy-- and Billy loved it. Nice way to start the weekend.

Later that day I went to a bonfire at a beach up in SF organized by this former party-kid who is now trying to go legit. The crowd was low-key and very "no-attitude" (read between the lines). While I had an OK time there, I didn't meet anyone I was interested in outside of this gathering (sexually or otherwise) and actually had a much better time later at the gym. And an even BETTER time boning the Mario Lopez-looking very gay kid later that evening. Here's the thing: I mentioned how I was thinking about weeding him out of my harem after the "flame out" at the restaurant a couple weeks back. But this kid's ass is a fucking force of nature. He came over in the eve, unfortunately drunk, and just let me use his beautiful bubble-butt however I wanted. And while I know he's very attracted to me sexually, I do feel a bit guilty when he's here drunk; NOT because I'm taking advantage of him (I know he'd do/and has done the same things sober). But it's just that I feel I should be telling him after his DUI he should know better and tell him not to bother driving over if he's had anything to drink. Will that mean he cuts me off and goes on to the next long dick he finds? Who knows? Probably. But it would definitely sooth my conscience. I'm definitely having moral issues here. And as I'm writing this post, I think I've made my decision.

The next day was 2 different world-cup parties; one was a pool-party with friends and colleagues from work. Both parties were AWESOME, but the results were extremely disappointing, in that it will make being around Spanyards just that much more difficult for the near term. And Lastly, I fucked this hot white dude:

He's got a very nice ass, but a so-so hole (the pucker feels snug around my dick, but inside it has a weird shape that hits my cock at odd angles like a maze. Hard to explain). He finally let me snap a couple pics, and my fucking phone camera wouldn't take a decent picture. After the 4th attempt I stopped, as I didn't want to break the mood. He was duly rewarded with a "bulls-eye" when we fucked missionary-- the first in his life. When we were done he was wide eyed and talking a mile a minute, "that was fuckin' too much. How'd you do that? Your dick just kept rubbing my prostate. I could feel it over and over. Man! I've never cum without touching myself. EVER." Well, little camper, now you have.

A Bull, A Spaz, Some Spider Monkeys and Ghosts went to a party...

2010-07-07T16:41:00.000-07:00

This last weekend was full, to say the least. Underdawg and his boyfriend came up from San Diego for a visit. Since they are VERY hospitable everytime I go down to San Diego, I really thought the least I could do would be to put them up at my place and show them around. The problem here is both of them are functioning alcoholics, so all activities had to center around them getting drunk. After picking them up from SFO, we went back to my place where they began drinking (Underdawg emailed me to make sure I had bud-light and Vodka at my place), then I took them up to the Castro where we met Sven, his boyfriend and unfortunately, Spaz for an evening of bar-hopping. This was the first time Sven had met Underdawg and his boyfriend, and he made it clear the next day how he was at a loss as to why these guys were my friends. The fact is, Underdawg and I go way back, as they say. And though you'd never know it now, he was once a Falcon Pornstar and a great (sober) "Big Brother" to me at I time when I really needed it. And they are still very real, unpretentious and hospitable "shirt of their backs" kind of people (although I was admitedly glad to put them on a train next morning so they could continue the next phase of their trip).

On to the next day, where Sven, his boyfriend and I had made plans to meet Red (who Sven has also boned...small gay world) at a house he and some friends were renting up at the Russian River. To my chagrin, Sven invited Spaz along...AGAIN. We took 2 cars from our rendezvous point in SF, and since Sven rode with me I explained to him that while I didn't find Spaz as abhorrently loathsome as maggots feasting on an open lesion, I didn't think he'd fit in to all types of social situations (basically anything not involving board games). To drive this point home, I told him how I specifically did NOT invite Underdawg and his boyfriend, since I couldn't vouche for their behavior at the places we were going, nor did I think they would mix well with those particular crowds. Sven is a very good and loyal friend, and I understand he was trying to help out his friend Spaz, who just went through a break-up, by keeping him company and occupied. But while we both agreed Sven is a "mega-mixer", I'm old school and prefer not to mix my vinegar and water friends in closed settings (bars, parks and other places you don't need an invitation are OK since it's up to someone else to throw them out if necessary).

Back to the Russian River party; when Sven and I arrived it was pretty low-key as this was also a very party-hearty crowd, so when we got there at 5pm, they were still slowly waking up and getting their second-wind so to speak. The house they rented was a mansion that they split up among 12 guys for the long weekend. I took off my shirt since this was the dress-code and, I told Red to give me a tour of the place. When we got into a room that was secluded enough, I wasted no time in pulling down his shorts (he was going commando) and massaging his pink hole. He didn't resist (I wouldn't have let him anyway) and just as I was about to bend him over for a fuck, a friend (hot 20-something guy) of his walked in on us. Now, this COULD have been one of those "bow-chicka-BOW-wow" moments, but when Red pulled up his shorts and said, "yeah, I think I'm not going to change out of my shorts just yet" I sensed an awkwardness to the situation, so I decided to play along. But this hot friend of his just kept making small conversation and apparently looked for excuses to stay in the room ("Um...have either of you seen a pair of sandals anywhere?") but FINALLY got the hint and left. I asked Red what that was about, and he said, "Oh, don't worry. He's just into whatever. If you told him directly to leave, he would have left. If you told him to get over here and suck your dick with me, he would have done that too." Fuck! I guess I was just too worried about losing my "bird in the hand" fuck with Red to see the signals. Oh well, I definitely took out my sexual frustration on Red's ass and pounded home a nice orgazm. Later that eve, everyone at the house, including one extremely obnoxiously loud, drunk chick who showed up (I distinctly thought this was going to be a sausage-fest, hold the tuna) decided to go to a local resort for awhile. I took this as my cue to exit for Bull's party. While I had a GREAT time with Sven and wished he would have come along, since he invited Spaz, I'm also grateful they all decided to stay.

Now, onto the next part of the journey; Bull's annual 4th of July party. Here's where things naturally got wild (but that was the point). When I got there, Bull was already creating a heavy haze with his inner-circle (eeesh, that really doesn't sound right). I chilled out in his bedroom with him and about 5 other guys as they smoked weed and injested a number of other alphabetical substances I just couldn't keep track of. "A" was there too; we'd been communicating via facebook, but hadn't seen each other in person since our "date" about a year ago. He told me he was up to 200lbs and lost about 15 of it but still felt overweight. When I saw him in person, I can say he is still probably 15lbs overweight, but as cute as I'd ever seen him. I tried to mask my dissapointment at watching him do drugs, and also tried to mask my persistent crush on him. But I also think I realized it would just never work between us for too many reasons to list. The really sad thing was later a couple walked in who were in their 40's (I'm thinking, don't know for sure), emaciated, shaved bald, hairless and pale bodies with obvious signs of advanced AIDS who after saying their hello's proceded to smoke crack. They sincerely reminded me of walking ghosts, and this is NOT what I want for A. But all I can really do is wish the boy well.

So, I figured that was a good time to leave the room, and after paying my respects to the host and participating in the seriously random and uninspired conversations (A is truly the odd man out in that regard as he is very intelligent, which makes it so much more of a waste) I headed out to the pool-party portion of the evening. When I arrived at the hot-tub, I noticed there were about 4 Spider-monkeys (lanky twinks strung out on whatever the fuck who were flayling and splashing around talking a mile and minute and thinking everything they said or heard was amazingly funny). I decided to hold-off until the human-to-spider-monkey ratio was more in my favor and came back 1/2 hour later after some light snacks (I hadn't eaten anything but ice-cream, coffee and beef jerky that whole day...more on that later). I noticed everyone was wearing trunks and said authoratively, "you guys are obviously unaware, but the house rules are no trunks after sun-down." One hot guy turned to me and before he could say, "Oh yeah? well whatabout-" I pulled down my trunks to let the long-ranger flop out and stepped in. Over the next few minutes, one by one the other hot-tubbers pulled off their trunks like giggly highschool kids.

I gave myself a good hour to pick out the guys I most wanted to fuck during this party, but as (un)luck would have it, the guys who I was most interested were progressively strung-out (I mean in an obnoxious chatty and jerky sense as opposed to being listless...which I can deal with) or in one case, total tops like me. I settled on a buffed black dude with a shaved head and fucked him over the sink in the bathroom (ah, that bathroom has seen quite a bit of action from me over the years). Unfortunately, the same incident that happened last time occured again; after I came and went back to the hot-tub the long-ranger was in total hibernation mode. And the SAME transexual (only I could have sworn it was a she-to-he; turns out it is a he to she, which definitely makes more sense) jumped in the hot-tub too, and started making the most cringe-worthy comments, including an awkward pass at me ("tonite would be extra special if someone would just take me. I'd prefer it were someone who wasn't drunk or on drugs..." meaning me, since I was the only one who fit this particular bill at that moment). So, my extra hard workout from the morning, my lack of food, the audio-wood-kill, coupled with the fact that I just finished boning were all factors in my inability to regain a stiffy. It made me wonder if skipping food for a couple of days and having a ripped body is worth it if you can't get an erection. But as I listened to conversations, pretty much everyone there who was getting any action was saying how they were on viagra/levitra/cialis (heated conversations ensued on which was best). So, although I swear to you, my good readers, that to date I have NEVER taken any such substance, I may consider it for the next party, just to level the playing field so to speak. Just sezzin'...

The rest of the weekend was definitely low-key. The occasional boning (averaging 2 a day from my regular harem) and home-maintenance/errands etc. No pictures to be had this post, but...damn! The ones from my last post should be good enough to last for a bit : )

The Harsh Reality

2010-07-02T11:13:00.000-07:00

As a follow-up to last week's "Sometimes it's not so great" post, I have to say...sometimes it's pretty fucking great : ) This last weekend was "Pride" in SF, which meant there were a slew of out-of-towners descending on our corner of the world. And while it is definitely with fond memories that I look back on participating in last years festivities with Sven, this year he has a boyfriend and I just didn't feel like being a third-wheel (although he swears I'm not- more on that later). So, since I have only a handfull of gay friends scattered around the globe, I really didn't feel motivated to take part in anything involving battling traffic, finding a parking place or rubbing against drag-queens this year. I figured the only thing I really identify with in the gay lifestyle is the whole butt-fucking thing. That's really my only tie there. So, why not celebrate my pride that way? That's the ticket!

A former porn-actor friend of mine invited me to a small group in SF the other eve: 2 other porn guys (all from "Treasure Island" or "Bad-Puppy"), 1 other non-porn guy (like me) AND one very buffed former reality TV star (you can take a guess from the pics, and that's all I'm gonna say). Here's me posing him and one of the other porn dudes before I had them begging me to fuck them (which I did, in-and-out style; one then the other).

Everyone there was under 26 (except me) and out of all 5 of us, there was only other guy with a bigger dick (the non-porn guy), and everyone there was way hot (including me). This party was a little more wild than I'm usually into, most likely because 3 of the guys were porn-actors. The reality-TV guy I can confirm is a major cum-dump bottom (well, versatile technically since at the end he finally did fuck my friend and cum in his ass) and is only into "white guys" (eh, what he doesn't know won't hurt him). I fucked EVERYONE at the party (except the guy with the bigger dick since he says he's also 100% top) at least 3 times and came twice. On a "hotness" scale of 1 to 10 this party was probably a 15. The only thing I didn't appreciate was the pill-popping going on between boning (at least they weren't smoking crack). Definitely one for the books.

So, outside of my regular boning from amongst my harem, that was really the only "Pride" shenanigans I got into. And regarding the harem this last week, I fucked sk8er twice, got a hit the big-dicked 19-year-old again, and was going to get off a few rounds from the Mario Lopez looking gay-kid-- but didn't. Here's why: he called me and asked if I wanted to go out to drinks on eve, and I said no. Then he guilted me saying that outside of one lunch-date all we did was have sex and he wanted to go out to a local restaurant walking distance from my house. I did a mental check and figured there would be no harm in this since I most likely would not see anyone I knew there (did I mention; this kid is REALLY GAY) and decided to pick him up at his house. When we got to the restaurant bar, he immediately ordered some strong drinks and became even gayer drunk than sober...and it wasn't at all charming. After about an hour and a half, I told him I'd need to get going and if he wanted a ride back home we'd need to leave soon. He got very bitter and borderline obnoxious saying things like, "why do we always have to do what YOU want?" Bottom line: he's a VERY nice fuck, but NOT worth the trouble of anything more than a booty call. And considering he's currently working out his DUI, not a very smart kid considering. So, if he wants anything more than sex, I'm most likely going to have to weed him out of the harem as well.

Bull's 4th of July party is up next. Definitely looking forward to it.

Sometimes, it's not so great...

2010-06-25T22:59:00.000-07:00

I know I talk about my cock a lot on this blog. And truth be told, I wouldn't trade the long ranger in for any other model and am EXTREMELY grateful for the package I got on my birthday. But here's the downside: I have to say it's not always easy having a larger size dick. Here are two examples that happened just this week. So, always remember: the grass is always greener.

First, a few months back I met up with a VERY hot guy I ended up fucking (and blogging about). Had an awesome time with him and I thought we really hit it off and was expecting a repeat but never heard back from him. I finally caught him online the other day and the exchange went like this:

ME: wassup? U up for another fuck tonite?

sfXXX: For your fucks...I need to mentally prepare...I don't know if there is enough time left for tonight..:)

ME: heh heh. you really don't need to overthink it : )

sfXXX: No just take the pain as it comes...Have you ever shoved a baseball bat up your ass...Over and over again? Try it and then tell me "don''t over think it." BUT THINKING ABOUT IT IS MAKING ME HOT.

ME: heh heh. anytime you want me to hit that spot just let me know

sfXXX: I'm tempted...

And that was it. Didn't happen. Doubtful it will again. If it does, great. Were my dick smaller, this would have been a non-issue. But in this example, having a larger dick effectively prevented me from being a steady fuck-bud of someone I was really attracted to. On to my next example. Almost a year ago I fucked this one guy who was a buffed former marine, very hot, and I have to admit, a very good fuck. Unfortunately, he turned out to be a major flake (and I think an alcoholic) so that was that. After he flaked I had to cut him off. Then, a few weeks ago...

FMRXXXX: Hey Suave Senor. I been thinking about you a lot lately. You been keeping your nose clean? LOL. Seriously, want me to come over? I'm free all evening. Would be hot to see you again.

ME: nah

FMRXXXX: Whatever retard. You think your hot but your really hella ugly. The only thing you got going for you is that dick. That's the only reason I wanted to go over anyway. Loser. Fuck you

OK, seriously, I know I'm hot to a lot of guys so I don't need self-validation. But his comment literally hit below the belt. And to drive the point home, this prick messaged me just today:

FMRXXXX: I miss your dick

The irony here is when I checked his pictures, he changed them (rightfully so) since in the year since we met, he has balooned from being a rock-solid muscle-man to a very chubby alkie with bitch-tits. You be the judge:

Now, here's where things get sadistic: "Haley", the kid I hooked up with a few months back has now come back into the picture now that he has sprouted pubes so to speak. Since I've come back from my trip, we hooked up twice and he's really been hinting to me that he wants to share a bottom with me since I won't bottom for him. Haley's really into this whole big brother thing with me and will do pretty much anything or anyone I tell him. He just wants to WATCH me fuck someone and then fuck them afterwards like a good pupil. I was actually thinking I could invite this drunk loser over to share with Haley and shred every last verneer of dignity he has. How? By just using his ass and mouth like a CPR dummy with no thought to his pleasure or even presence. I'd be talking to Haley the whole time and saying things like, "When the ass is flabby like this, you just have to spread the cheeks apart and move this way" or "see, doggie is best so you don't have to see his face and you can just think of whoever you want" and maybe right when we're finished say to Haley, "sorry for this, li'l bro. He was all I could get on short notice. Next time I promise we'll find someone good enough to do in the daylight." Yeah, I know some guys out there are probably cumming in their pants at the thought of being abused like this. But the guy in question is a former Marine and used to being treated like royalty, so that's the point here. We'll see if I decide to go this route.

So, to recap, the downside of having a large dick is you will hear "I'm totally in love with that cock", "that cock feels awesome", and "I could have that cock in my all night" WAY more than you'll ever hear "I'm totally in love with you", "you are awesome", and "I could be around you all night". Aaaaand, you can't get underwear that fits for under $30 (and you can't wear boxers with dress-pants). And you have to hold your dick when you sit on the toilet so it doesn't get wet (I thought everyone did this until just a few years ago) and you can't wear a jock-strap without getting major blue-balls. And you have to hold yourself when you sit down when nekked so you don't accidentally sit on it (not fun). Eh, whatever.

Lastly, I've been seeing the 19-year-old big-dicked kid as well. He's really cool, but definitely young. Also, he's a great fuck and really enjoys it (stays hard throughout), but addicted to porn and so he never cums while being fucked (he can only cum while sitting in front of the computer jacking off). I was thinking of taking him to Bull's 4th of July party next weekend, but thought better of it since a) I'll be wanting to bone down with any number of unsuspecting prey there and b) it's not very savory, as there are a lot of guys doing drugs and I'd rather not expose this kid to that. With that, it's off to another nightly battle against my jet-lag.

The Politics of Cruising

2010-06-20T21:57:00.000-07:00

London used to be for me the sexiest city on earth. Not to say the people are sexy; just that it is probably easier to find sex there than anywhere else I've been (and I've been around the block AND back). I think it is the product of 200+ years of sexual repression. There are two main areas for sex: 1) the public restroom. They are everywhere, and before the internet were the main source for guys hooking up. This is true in many countries, but the Brits took this to an artform. A case in point is the Marble Arch tube, which for some 60 years was the premier/most traficked spot for gay toilet sex. When I moved to London in 2001 I shortly discovered this spot, and was hooked. The people who designed this place must have been all gay; it has around 20 urinals with no spaces between them lining 3 walls (some actually facing each other). On the other side there are 20 closet-style stalls with full-length doors where you can take the guy you've been cruising at the urinals to finish up in private. Couldn't be gayer if it had taffeta toilet-paper. I can't tell you (or remember) how many guys I fucked there. But sometime around 2003 the London City council finally said "enough!" and de-gayed it by closing off all but 6 or so urinals and 3 stalls; cutting the doors in half so you can see 3 feet above and below them, which means there are no shenanigans to be had. And to add insult to injury, the same thing has been happening even in private toilets, such as at my formerly favorite London bar: CX Station. Their bathrooms were legendary (only to be outdone by Briefs, also gone). Truly the end of a golden shower/age.

But the good part is, 2) the outdoor cruising. London is still #1 when it comes to being able to hook-up pretty much anywhere there is a wooded park or forrest. Sometimes the city gets wise and starts cutting down all the shrubbery that pile up in condoms (this happened near where I lived; I actually had a major cruising area walking distance from my house....*sigh*). But you can't fight nature, and as soon as the bushes are back, so is the action. The two major areas are North and South; Hampsted Heath and Clapham Common. The first night I got in, I went to Clapham Common and ended up fucking 4 guys in this order; a hot French Twink (came in him), a buffed 30-something Irish guy, a 20-something sporty Brazilian guy, and 1 tall scruffy 20-something English guy with an enormous dick (had to be 9", came in him too). The first and last experience were 3-ways and WAY hot. 90% of the guys there were fuckable with very few trolls. I was very impressed.

For me there are only 2 problems with outdoor sex: 1) you can really only fuck one way (from behind) and 2) there is a potential for issues during clean-up, so you have to come VERY prepared. Because of this, I wanted to mix it up, so to speak, and the second night right after the England v US game, I ended up hooking up with a Portuguese guy who lived at Earl's Court (used to be the gay area, now it's pretty mixed). He was buffed, late-20's, a GREAT fuck and for a Portagee had a nice smooth ass to fuck. The only problem was he assured me he could go two rounds, and of course couldn't. Eh, I left him a little surprise anyway, so not a total loss.

On my way back home, I went through London again so I thought I'd hit Hampstead Heath. Let me say this: on a good night (hot, summer) it's what I imagine a circuit party to be. Guys are all around there in regular clothes, shirtless or even wearing lycra shorts with their asses cut out. This time there were still a few hot guys there, but it was spotty. I ended up fucking a 30-something Dutch guy (took a couple pictures this time).

Right after I was done fucking the Dutch guy, I barely pulled the condom off when this English Luke Perry looking guy (not a fan) comes walking up and kneels down to suck my dick. Usually I don't really respond well to such agressive cocksuckers, but this time I thought, "Eh...it'll save me the effort of wiping up my dick" so I let him go for it. While "Luke" was sucking me, I thought if I got hard again I'd probably fuck him too. So, after the Long Ranger got soft, then hard again in Luke's mouth, I thought this could happen. I pulled Luke up off my dick, turned him around and pulled his pants down. His ass was not that muscular, and when I reached for his hole, I felt a very, shall we say "abused" anus, which I knew would make for a very bad fuck. So, I gave his ass a pat and said, "another time" then buttoned up and left for the night. So, my recommendation for anyone interested is definitely hit up Clapham Common; less known, more variety and quality.

So, lastly, a quick story on another part of my trip. I was in Italy at a villa for a week staying with 3 other families. It was huge, so every night we entertained friends and family. The first night there were a lot of kids, especially an 11-year-old friend of the family who I love to death. He's pudgy but has a face like a very young Peter Deluise (rememer him?) with piercing blue eyes. I always try and give him compliments and pump up his ego to let him know he is capable of anything and increase his confidence. Anyway, as it was EXTREMELY hot this year, most of the kids and me ended up playing soccer once it got dark, and all of us guys had our shirts off. At some point, the game turned into a massive dog-pile with everyone trying to "attack" me, and I would thwart all the advances by picking up any assailant and bodyslamming them in slow motion to the ground. At one point, this totally AWESOME looking 13-year-old kid (think Scott Baio circa 1982) charged at me, and I picked him up in a fireman's carry over my shoulder. At that point, he popped a boner so strong I thought it would bore a hole in my back. But I just finished the "flip" and he landed on his feet, then flipped on his hands and took a few steps to show off. And the thing is he basically followed me around the rest of the trip, inventing excuses to come back over and hang out. It was totally obvious he had a boy-crush on me, which I found very cute. Before I left, he made me promise to "friend" him on "fessy-bookeh".

So, why am I telling this? Just that I found it very cute. It's not the first time I've been the subject of a boy-crush. But I have never, nor would I ever act on it. There's just something about that age that makes my non-sexual and dare I say Paternal instinct kick in. But I can definitely say he's gonna break a lot of hearts.

Changing the Harem

2010-06-08T19:37:00.000-07:00

Over the weekend I ended up meeting a very cool 19-year-old kid; black, 6' tall, basketballer's build. He didn't put his dick size in his profile online, which meant he was most likely hung like a horse, since he's a bottom (big-dicked bottoms seldom put their dicksize there cuz they want tops, not size queens hitting them up). And yeah, he was swinging about 9". It wasn't long until we were fucking like dogs; took the boy around the world. Turns out this is one really nice kid. He was really into me and wants to start dating. I don't know how much we have in common, but I'm definitely into seeing him more often, especially since he lives just up the road from me.

I've also been seeing the kid I met last week (the gay boy who looks like a much younger Mario Lopez). He's been averaging 2 fucks a week and REALLY getting good at it. I especially like how he keeps complimenting me over and over after we're done, saying things like, "you really know what you're doing" and "you are totally a grade-A top." I actually took him out to lunch earlier this week as we both coincidentally work and live in the same cities. But he is a TOTAL gay boy and it's not that I feel uncomfortable around him in public, but...I just feel uncomfortable around him in public is all.

On the minus side, I had to weed-out a couple bottoms from my "harem" as well. I thought about it, and decided not to bore everyone with the details. Suffice it to say, my "no-flake" rule is still in strict force. Since I'm heading to Europe this week, I'm gonna have to keep this post pretty short. I'll wrap giving a quick shout-out to "Breeding Jock". Keep your head up, dude. Also to Sven; I hope you get everything you need on your trip accomplished. Lastly to Kev-Bo; I'm pulling for you. You are totally worth it, so go for it!

Memorial Day Mounting and ABCD part 3

2010-06-01T23:01:00.000-07:00

Memorial Day weekend left my balls empty and dry. The Hot Gay Nerd came over just before the start of the weekend and we did the bone dance 3 times (yes, I got greedy again, but everytime I caught a look at his hole, I just couldn't help myself). The bad part here is it turns out he is bi-polar (I knew something was up as he was on Paxil the first time we met, but he admitted it to me this time). Without going into too much detail, I decided not to go to the Russian River with him, and this will be the last time I see him. Nice ass, but my drama allergy won't allow further contact.

On to ABCD (another big cock debate); I mentioned before that I have NEVER seen a hung Asian, if we are going to assume average is 6" give or take. Yes, I've seen many average sized Asians, but never-- repeat NEVER a hung Asian. Now, the popular myth is that "black guys are HUNG!" Well, as a guy whose been inside more black dudes than cycle-cell, I can give this observation; I would say HALF the black guys I have been with are hung (8" +), and the other half are average. Only a very small percentage I have ever been with (two to be exact) were what I would consider small/below average. Now, I have definitely SEEN some black guys with small dicks at the gym, and they are usually very fat. In fact, my theory is that ANYONE who is obese is going to have a small dick (I think it has something to do with blood circulation or some other physical reality, but I have NEVER seen anyone obese with a large dick). So, what's this got to do with anything? Well, nothing. Except...

The day after my shenanigans with the Hot Gay Nerd, I went to the gym for a good workout, then hit the steam room where a very buffed really good looking black guy was sitting there with a towel. I'm pretty much the Zen-master of cruising and can read/put out all the signs without overstepping the line. One of the "lines" is you don't jack off outright unless the other guy is at least touching his own package. For the longest time this guy was fondling himself under his towel, but I didn't know if it was just to rub the sweat from his balls or if he wanted to have a tug. FINALLY, I took a chance and slung my schlong outside my towel and started stroking. He watched and finally started doing the same--under his towel. We were sitting next to each other, so I motioned for him to suck me, and after a moment of hesitation, he leaned over to suck me. Once his mouth was on the Long Ranger, I pulled at his towel and found out what he was hiding: he had about 3 inches (he's the 2nd guy out of the 2 small black guys I mentioned). Not like I cared, cuz I'm all about the hole. But when I went to play with his ass and maybe get a finger in his hole, he moved my hand away...and that was that. No reason for me to stick around, so I left.

You might think I'm making this up or playing on a theme, but this is just my reality: the next day I had a BBQ to attend as well as a commitment to meet up with a half-black/half-filipino guy I had been talking to online for a week. The BBQ was awesome and I saw friends there I hadn't seen in a year. But like a gentleman, I left at the agreed upon time and made it to my house to meet the guy like I said I would; he was buffed, my height and looked like Tiger Woods (could have been his brother). His demeanor was slightly thuggish, but definitely shy. We didn't have much conversation, so I was really pushing to get him into the bedroom, and finally did. There, he got giggly almost everytime I put my hands on him and kept telling me to "slow down". After about 5 minutes of heavy-petting I was getting anxious, so I took my dick out and he grabbed it and said, "Man, that's BIG." I had to push his head into my crotch twice to get him to finally put it in his mouth; which he did between giggles. Now I was getting pretty annoyed and almost forcefully took his clothes off. Once again, nice body, incredible ass, and average 6" dick. Then I tried to turn him around and he fought back giggling and asked, "Hey, what are you doing?" I said, "just relax dude." And he responded, "Hey, I don't think I can do this man. You're hot, but you're dick is way too big. I could never handle that. Not with someone I just met." Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand we're done. I just backed away, put my clothes on and walked out of the room. He followed (dressed) shortly afterwards and asked if I would want to go out and "maybe date before we got into it". Not gonna happen.

Luckily, I got a call later that evening from one of my regulars. So, I was able to get my rocks off a couple more times. And the next day, that was the best fuck of the long weekend: 21-year-old Latin kid with a face like a young Mario Lopez. The only things was, he was a total gay boy, AND he showed up buzzed from wine-coolers. But his body and ass were SO FUCKABLE. I got off three rounds in him too, which was just awesome.

He lives walking distance from my house so chances are I'll make him a regular. Even though he started asking a lot of personal questions etc (hinting he wanted to date) he's way too much of a gay boy; not the kind of guy you'd take to a hockey game. But the odd thing was even though I came three times with him, I felt fine the next day (morning wood and everything). So, maybe that "rule of three" has nothing to do with sex drive, and is just a consequence of it. I'd REALLY like to understand the magic formula. Until then, I guess I'll just keep working at it. Meanwhile, I'm planning my trip back to Europe (leaving the 2nd week of June). I'll be in London for a couple days coming and going, and it will be fun to hook-up with one of my favorite fuck buds who lives over there. So, enjoy the shortened week!

Perfect Pucker and ABCD part 2

2010-05-25T16:28:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

Lacrosse: So now what?

ME: what do you mean?

Lacrosse: You want me to leave?

ME: nah. you're cool.

Lacrosse: Cuz you wanna have sex with me again?

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

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

(silence)

Lacrosse: So now what?

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

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

Minnesota Meaver

2010-05-20T18:41:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Perfect Ass

2010-05-14T21:42:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

Thuggish Fuckin and the Hot Gay Nerd

2010-05-07T21:59:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stealth Barebacked

2010-04-30T21:45:00.000-07:00

Here's a cautionary tale that I feel I must share with you, my good readers. In the spirit of the ever-popular ABC Afterschool Specials, I've decided to entitle this story, "Mommy, I think Johnny just put his raw cock in my butt-hole". Before I get into specifics, I'll have to mention what led to this turn of events:

Work-wise this week has been very tedious. The upside is that I just found out today that my piss-ant suck-bucket of a company is going to acquired by an enormously larger international company we'll call "the Borg". I'm interested in the possibilities this acquisition may bring, as well as the stock options I will be able to exercise immediately should I weather the coming storm. Meanwhile, my good friend Muff-Diver from Sacramento came out to stay with me as he is currently relocating back to the bay area. It was great having him out here and I always enjoy visiting him. But having guests means I have to tone down my more "temporary" guests; namely my hook-ups. So, by the time Friday rolled around, I was randy as a jack-rabbit. So, when I got home from work I went online and got hit up by a visiting flight-attendent (often happens around weekends). His online pics were nice (posting them here; reason for this will be apparent shortly)

He made it clear he was up for meeting and gave me his number so we could meet at his hotel. I called as I was ready to leave and immediately recognized his strong accent as Brazilian. I let him know I was up for fucking him, and he asked if I had any condoms. I said yes, I'd bring some, and headed over. When I showed up at his hotel, he looked exactly like his pics (only wearing a towel) and immediately started pawing at me and going for the kiss. I didn't recoil, but I did start moving my lips out of direct line of fire, opting to nuzzle his neck to feign interest. The reality was I just wasn't into sensuality at that moment-- I was feeling far more animalistic. He was very agressive tho and seemed to be one step ahead of me and went for the long ranger which was already rock hard (BTW I swear there is just no rhyme, reason or logic to this, but for the last 3 or so weeks I've been having the most awesome fly-popping erections and high sex-drive. I REALLY wish I knew what caused it; diet? chemical imballance? seasonal change? barometric pressure?) He went down to suck it, and I recoiled, grabbing him by the face and forcing his mouth open. He complied; his mouth wide open and tongue hanging out like he was drinking from a water fountain. I looked at my massive cock and slapped him in the face with it twice. Fuck yeah, bitch! Then I eased it into his mouth and began skull-fucking him, which he loved.

He pulled my pants all the way down and then started getting more agressive again, pushing me on my back onto the bed. Then he strattled me, rubbing his butthole on top of my cock, and in one motion leaned into kiss me again and popped my cock about an inch inside him. I remembered he'd asked for a condom and said, "Hold on, I brought the condoms you asked for" while reaching for it in my pants. And with that he eased me out of himself, grabbed the condom from me, unwrapped it and suited up my cock. I really HATE when guys put the condom on for me, as I'm really creeped out by the thought of their finger-nails scratching my cock or the "snap" that often happens when they let go of the condom. Anyway, he put it on, then started rubbing it really roughly as if to jack me off and keep my dick hard I thought. Then he put some spit on his hand, stroked my dick again, and sat back on it and started riding it. He kept one hand firmly holding the base of my cock while he really worked the shaft and head with some expert boy-pussy muscles. I usually don't like getting ridden, but he was doing a very good job at it-- so good that after about 3 minutes of him wrapping that fuck-hole around my dick, I grabbed his hand away, pulled him towards me, rolled over on him missionary and pounded his hole until I shot a HUGE load, while he jacked off his 6" cock (umm....yeah...sorry to burst your bubble, but not all Brazilians are hung) and came on his abs.

I was ready to pull out and he immediately grabbed at my cock again and said, "let me take care of that for you" and roughly tried to pull off the condom as my dick slid out from his anus. I was really getting tired and annoyed of him grabbing at my dick so I pushed his hand away and said, "that's alright, man. Let me do it." When the long ranger came out of him, I noticed the head of my cock was glistening and bare, and a load of cum was leaking from the Brazilian's hole. Not like I panicked or anything, but I thought I should say something. Then I noticed a small piece of the condom (it was pink) on the rug near the bed. This little fucker had stealthed me! He pretended to want to fuck with a condom over the phone and got me to fuck him raw and blow a load up his ass. That's the reason I'm posting his pics; so if anyone hooks up with him you know what you're getting into (literally). I feel so abused-- so taken advantage of and dirty!!!

Eh....I'm over it.

Caution: open man-holes ahead!

2010-04-23T20:18:00.000-07:00

[Rant]

The other day I got a comment from a rather trolly individual asking if posing my bottoms for pics "is really necessary". The answer is: no, phucktard. Obviously, it really isn't necessary. So, why do I do it? 1) It's an ego trip to be able to pose hot guys with their butts up and make them let me take pics before they beg me to fuck them 2) posterity (or posteriority...whatever) 3) I could take random porn pics from the internet and post them here, but then I would invariably have yet another phucktardian (or phucktardesque) comment accusing me of making my stories up. So, if you don't like the sight of guys with their holes open before (and after) my dick fills them up, then please do us both a favor and find some bridge to crawl under and haunt. [/rant]

I mentioned last week that I was on my way to Miami (and Boca Raton). I have to start off on Saturday eve as I was scrambling to get all my errands done, pack etc. I got a call from a semi-regular fuck bud of mine; white guy with dark hair, bubble-butt and NICE pink hole. I really wanted to workout and it was getting late (my gym closes at 9 on Saturdays) but also really needed to get laid. So, I told him I could swing by for a quick fuck, and I got to do just that. Got some pics off him, so here they are:

Next, I went to the gym. I was too preocupied for a very good workout so I ended up just doing a half-assed one and heading to the steamroom. There was one old fat troll there (a semi-regular) and a tall 20-something half-mexican half-Irish guy (I know this from friends) who I see around from time to time playing basketball. I'd never seen him in the steamroom, and here he was naked and doing calesthetics there (to the delight of the troll who was disgustingly salivating over him...have some fucking self-respect, dayum!) I know this guy's friend's aren't gay, so I just assumed he wasn't either. But I caught him eyeing me a couple times while he was jogging in place. I decided to test my gaydar and walked to the last stall of the showers to towel off. Sure enough, he came out and started showing in front of me with the curtain open. He had a pretty long uncut dick (I'd say 8" like mine). I finally coaxed him over to me and he started fondling the long ranger, then sucking me. I reached around and felt his butthole, which he had soaped up just for me apparently. NICE! I got to my kit, suited up, got behind him and eased my dick in. He bucked at first and I reassured him it was OK. He turned around again and I slipped the whole thing in. After a about a minute he bent all the way over and was jacking himself off. Unfortunately, he beat me and came before I got a chance to. I probably could have if I didn't just get laid an hour before, but oh well.

Now, on to Miami: the trip was great. I got to stay at some pretty swank hotels due to the job I was doing there. I had some really good food too (if anyone can tell me why all Thai restaurants serve Sushi there I'd like to know). I noticed that unlike Orlando, where I got my share of Whisky-Tango, Miami is definitely more tropical in flavor when it comes to available guys. The first night I ended up meeting, fucking and crushing on a 20-something Puerto Rican dude (MY FAVORITE); tanned, toned, bubble-butt, 8" uncut dick and very cute all around.

We ended up fucking the first night, fucking, hanging out and getting dinner the second night. The third day I had to leave, but in the morning I got online and ended up "ordering in": the first guy came over at 10:30am and was OK, but nothing to write home (or on this blog) about. The second guy was a white bubble-butt bottom who apparently also did porn (which begs the question: who DOESN'T do porn these days). He was a decent fuck, but as I was on top of him fucking him missionary, I told him I was gonna cum and he said, "Oh no you don't! You're not gonna cum yet!" and WHILE I was cumming I said, "dude, relax I'll get you off." But he kind of killed what could have been a good orgasm. But I was a gentleman and kept fucking him after I came, and he even pushed me over and stratled me to ride my dick while he finally jacked off (on me...which I totally could have done without).

Since I've been back, I really haven't had much luck hooking up either. The Greek kid called me and asked if I was home as he wanted to stop by, but I was unfortunately at work. Another guy at the gym tried sucking me, but didn't let me fuck him, so I just put my towel on and left with blueballs. I'm sure I'll make up for it during the weekend.

Cock Built For Two

2010-04-16T21:15:00.000-07:00

These past couple of months I've been pretty fortunate to get in some good double-boning. This last weekend, I was off to visit my ol' pal Muff-diver in Sacramento, since I needed to spend the night and head to my interview there the next morning. I'd been talking to this early 20-something couple for awhile online; one guy looked a younger looking Jason Lee (Filipino), the other guy looked like a VERY young Justin Timberlake. They both lived in SF so I thought I'd pass thru there on my way to Sac. When I got to their apartment complex, it was torrentially pouring rain, which was a bad sign. "Justin" came out in a T-shirt and jeans to let me in. I was floored at how hot he was in person (BETTER looking than Justin Timberlake, if you can believe this). I followed him up to their apartment and noticed as I walked behind him that he was wearing no underwear, almost as if his ass was beckoning me. When we got inside, I saw his boyfriend "Jason", EQUALLY stunning in that he was very muscular, youthful, and masculine (the sole exception being his immaculate and lightened hair).

We didn't waste any time and I started pulling at their clothes to see their butts, and was impressed that BOTH of them had nice sized dicks too; Justin had about 7 and Jason had about 6, but really fat. I was really tempted to say, "Damn! You're really big for an Asian dude!" but held my tongue. I was really feeling lucky to be among these guys. They started kissing each other then Justin knelt down and unbuttoned my jeans to let my cock out. The Long Ranger was one step ahead of them and I had a MASSIVE boner popping out. Justin started sucking me-- Jason started kissing me (I went with it, since I really was feeling lucky to be there) then I pushed Jason down on my dick. Normally I don't like cock worship, but I DO think it's hot to see two guys working on my schlong at the same time. Unfortunately, my cameraphone didn't get the best pics, but...

As you can see, what happened next was I put them both on the bed to get a couple pics of their BEAUTIFUL asses. After I got my dick suited up, I slipped it inside Justin first. He took it well in one try, and I could tell he wanted it as rough as I wanted to give it to him. I stood him upright with my cock still inside him and fucked him standing up while I bit his earlobe (symbolically, not too hard). He was moaning like crazy and his cock sticking at full mast told me he was having fun. Jason stood in front of him and they kissed passionately. He then started rubbing my chest and pulling at my ass to give it additional thrust into Justin. It was SO HOT that I was getting way too close for comfort and decided to pull out, bend Jason over, then fuck his ass over the bed. Jason took it like a champ, but Justin looked sad to have me out of him. He started rubbing my balls from underneath to feel me thrusting inside Jason. I LOVED being inside Jason's bubble-butt, however I also knew it wasn't every day I got to fuck hot young white guys (remember, I live in the SF Bay Area) so I pulled out, pushed Justin on his back and mounted him missionary. I started pounding his pink boy-pussy, and with one clench of his sphyncter I was over the edge and cumming like crazy. After I shot the last of my load, Jason all but pushed me out of him and mounted him next, pumping him wildly for about half a minute until he was shooting his jizz inside Justin's hole.

Justin got up casually and smiled saying how hot that was. I nearly collapsed on the bed next to Jason and we ended up chatting casually for about 1/2 hour. Turns out they are both nurses (but DAYUM, SO masculine). After dropping some hints in that direction, Jason confirmed he would be up for another round, and that's all it took for the Long Ranger to get back in the saddle. I got on top of Jason missionary and fucked him for a good 15 minutes, asking him ever so often if he was OK (I didn't want to wear out my welcome). At one point I looked over and Justin was standing right next to him with his big stiffie (oh yeah, he didn't cum yet). Jason saw him too and started stroking Justin's dick as I fucked him. I lifted Jason's legs with my arms, grabbed his waist and started jackhammering him hard to see if he could take it. Jason's eyes opened wide and he said, "Dude, you're pumping it out of me!" And with that, his fat dick started shooting all over his rock-hard abs. BULLS-EYE! I looked over at Justin, who gave me a horny dog that needed a bone look, so I pulled out of Jason, and Justin immediately got inside him and started pumping wildly until he finally got to shoot his load inside his boyfriend. I watched him do it from behind and it was SO HOT watching all that cum leak out of his own ass while he was pounding Jason.

Unfortunately, even though I fucked Jason for a good 15 minutes or so, I just couldn't cum a second time. Maybe because I was too preocupied with my impending drive to Sac, or the interview. I dunno. I left shortly after and drove to Muff-diver's house. The boy is looking GOOD. He doesn't seem to age, even though it had been over a year since I saw him. We went to get some dinner, then ice-cream (if anyone is ever in Sac, you HAVE to have ice-cream at "Gunther's"). He mentioned he is trying to move back out here to the Bay Area, and I don't doubt he will make this happen if it's what he wants. He's very good at what he does, so I don't think it will be hard for him to get a good job (much better than what he's doing in Sac anyway).

My interview went well, and at the end they asked for references, which I gave them. No news up till now, but I did get confirmation that the salary is FAR less than what I'm making now. At this point, I am willing to take a pay cut to do something I'll enjoy. Life's too short. But I also need to make sure I can pay my bills and continue to put a good sum away. Yup, I'm cautious like that. Sunday I'm off to Miami and still no word back from my former fuck-bud. I'm hoping to hook up with him. Finger's crossed.

Distracted

2010-04-11T09:54:00.000-07:00

My good pal Kev-bo from Montreal came over to visit me this week while he did some work-related things here in CA. It was SO good to see him and have him around. He made the entire work week bareable. And since we pretty much know everything about each other, he knows I'm pretty much a randy jack-rabbit and didn't mind if I brought guys over that I wanted to fuck. In fact, lumberjack had mentioned during the week that he wanted to come over, and I told him OK. When I mentioned this to Kev-bo, I even offered to let him watch me fuck him discretely/covertly, but he smirked and then declined. But after I was done pounding luberjack's ass and he left the house, Kev-bo said, "yeah, I heard you two in there. Definitely knew what you were up to."

Kev-bo left yesterday for the next leg of his US tour, so I had a full day of friends and family, culminating in a workout at the gym. The Greek kid saw me and came up to me there telling me he had just got there too, hinting he'd be free later on. When he came over, I got to fuck him TWICE; not surprising for me, but definitely for him, and he came like a geiser this time. Afterwards, during the pillow-talk he hinted that things weren't going well with Persephone back at home and said, "sometimes I wonder what it would be like not to be married to a woman but married to a man." Yup. I give the boy 2 years before he's wearing rainbow-beads and dancing from a float at gay-pride parade in the Castro.

If my ramblings, musings and bonings seem curt today, it's mostly because I'm distracted with driving to Folsom, CA today as I have a job interview tomorrow morning for a job I REALLY want (had to tell my micromanaging jinder boss that I had a doctor's appointment to get the morning off). If I get the job, it will take me to Mexico City and Brazil very often, so I'm really pulling for this (I know I have a love-hate relationship with Brazil, but trips down there rack up your mileage for OTHER trips). Also, for my CURRENT job, I have to go to Miami next weekend, as I mentioned in my previous post. And thank you guys for the comments and emails on what to do while I'm there...and please keep them coming. While there, of course I definitely want to get in some boning, but I'm REALLY hoping to see an old fuck-bud of mine. I'll tell y'all how that works out.

Lastly, here's a guy I did on Friday and took these for you ungrateful bastards : )

You won't recognize the hole, but you will recognize the story, as I fucked him about a year back in SF. (As a sidenote: FUCK! It's been a YEAR now since I've been back to the US). The irony is he now lives within walking distance of my house and SHOULD be a regular fuck bud now. But he's still pretty squirly, so who knows?

Check the Swag

2010-04-05T20:03:00.000-07:00

Here's a bit o' trivia; the pic in my profile is now very outdated since I've been hitting the gym very hard, to the extent that I now have a 14" biceps, 42" chest and 31" waist (for you other gym-rats out there, you can do the math and see what's coming next). Since my lats and arms have gotten big, theypush out from each other, which means when I walk with my back straight I have two choices; let my arms flail around, or hold them tight which means they move with my torso. I chose the latter, and absolutely unintentionally have developed a distinct muscle-boy swagger which I never noticed...but others have. At my work, the first person to point it out was the Vietnamese woman who works in accounting. We flirt from time to time, and once I was walking down the hallway as she came at me from the opposite direction and immediately puffed out her chest and started walking like Popeye. I thought she was just trying to be cute. Then a couple of other GUYS started doing the same thing as I walked towards them, and so on. I finally got it, but I don't give a fuck. I just smile back (and wink).

Aaaanyway, why am I telling you this? Cuz I am pretty confident these days, which is really giving me a sense of euphoria at times, and this really spills over into my interaction with people. Unfortunately, this last week I hit a definite dry-spell in that there was just no boning to be had for "perfect storm" kinda reasons. One night I was online and finally did get hit up by this guy who was visiting from out of town. We exchanged pics, I gave him my number and he called:

Him: hey, I'm about 1/2 hour from you and can head over in a few, but...I'm not as toned as you are or anything.

Me: no prob. I'm into all body types. Those are your pics right?

Him: yeah. I'm just letting you know. Oh, and I've been out all day so I'll need to clean up when I get to your place.

Me: uh, sure.

Him: Ok. I'll head over then.

An hour later and 15lbs heavier than his pics, he showed up. I totally didn't care and was glad to see him (he looked like he had a very nice ass under his jeans). When we got to my fuck-room, I started taking my clothes off, and at first he started caressing my chest and abs, now...here's where it starts to get annoying...then he looked at me and said, "are you clean?" I smiled and responded, "yup, absolutely" (*the truth*). Then he said, "really? are you sure?" I replied, "yeah, I'm sure. I give blood every other month and they test before and even give you all your results online if you want to see (*also the truth*). Then I undid his pants and slid his underwear down. He was chubby and obvously had body issues so I left his shirt on so as not to embarass him. I turned him around and started eating out his nice pink hole--this got him going. Then I stood up and put my dick by his face. He started stroking it then said again, "are you sure your negative? You're kinda pale and have no body fat." "Yup, I'm sure." (*I've been fasting for over a month, you pudgy dumpling. It wouldn't hurt you to lay off the malomars and in-and-out burger for a week or so*). With that he turned on his back, grabbed a condom from the pocket of his pants lying on the floor and put it on the long ranger (not too happy at the moment).

I said, "wanna start on all fours?" He replied, "no, it feels best like this." Missionary IS my favorite position, but I was hoping to work into it. But whatever. I lifted his legs, slid my dick in, and he just went wild, jerking his little prick like he was going to cum. I grabbed his hand from his dick and smiled, saying, "Whoa, there little camper. Slow down for a sec." He put his hand back and started jerking saying, "why, I'm getting close." Now I had to muster all my energy to be nice to this guy, holding his hand away from his cock again and saying, "dude, give me ONE minute of fucking before you cum. I promise you'll enjoy it." Then while holding his hand I started pumping, but honestly, it was just to get my dick off. I was ready to cum, and I knew he was going to spoil it so I kept it to myself and just kept pumping and cumming without changing my rythm or breath. After I pumped the last drop out, I said, "I'm ready to cum" and he said, "wait! no! I want you to cum on my chest!" and tried to push me out. I grabbed his waist and said, "No, that's not gonna happen. You're ass is dirty and I don't want shit all over my hand. Just cum right now." And he started jerking his dick until he came, and I just pulled out and went to wash up in the bathroom.

Horrible. But I got what I wanted, at least. And just so no one else has to go through the same thing, here's his online pics (but like I said, he's about 15 lbs heavier:

I'll be in Miami the week of the 17th, so if anyone has any suggestions on some places to have sex, either at a bar, a porn-shop or anything other than a bathhouse I'd be very grateful for the suggestion. Enjoy the week!

Risky Bi'niss

2010-03-27T08:56:00.000-07:00

I know I said I would hold off on seeing the Haley Joel Osment-looking kid until July (yes, I marked the calendar) but he's called me a few times saying how much he wants to come back over. It's not a "needy" kind of call either; he's very confident and it's usually like, "I'm getting hot and hard thinking about getting with you again. Can I come over?" Last night he called around 8pm and I told him if he could come over soon, then alright. He said he was with friends and he'd try to break away as soon as possible. Of course, that meant 10:30 by the time he actually got here. This time he was pretty agressive and immediately started kissing me and taking my shirt off. OK, here's the thing-- I haven't had sex in over a week for various reasons, but I HAVE been doubleing down at the gym to make up for it. So, when he got my shirt off he literally ghasped and said, "You're HUGE." and started rubbing my shoulders and chest.

We made it into my boning-lair and he asked, "are you wearing a jockstrap?" I responded, "No. let's save that for round 2." He replied, "Well, I don't have that much time this time. I need to get back to my friends at the movies. I'm technically just getting popcorn." I nodded "Well, we'd better get down to it then." I pulled off his clothes and forgot how lanky this kid was/is. Then I put him in the butts-up position and thought, "Fuck it!" and grabbed my camera to take a couple of pics. He noticed the flash and asked what I was doing and I replied, "I want to show you some before and after pics." then showed him his ass from the LCD in my camera and he liked it. Then I set the camera down and started eating his hole out. "You like that?" he asked. I didn't reply verbally, but started tongueing him deeper and faster to let him know. I stood up to suit up and he caught a glance at the long ranger and said "Come over here". I walked over and put it to his face and he grabbed it and stroked it, eyes wide. "That is massive. It's bigger than I remember." I saw a little apprehension in his eyes, "I haven't had sex in awhile so I have a lot of cum in my balls. Don't worry, you'll do fine."

I got behind him and eased my cock into his ass. We did have a little trouble this time. Usually I can control my cock and get it softer when necessary in order to slide it in. But this time my boner would not get soft. So, we just had to keep trying inch by inch. After a few tries and about 5 minutes it was all the way in and we were fucking. We did it for awhile, then I flipped him on his back. But after only about a minute he said, "you're too big this time. It's really starting to hurt." at that point I said, "hold on, I'm gonna cum!" Now the pain in his face turned to excitement, "you are?" Then I pumped lightly until I came. This was pretty easy, since I could have cum at any time (I was that horny). This left the kid with his little boy dick as hard as a board (he never got soft from the moment he stepped in my front door). I asked him, "how doo you want to cum?" He replied, "I want to fuck YOU now." Yeah...that wasn't gonna happen. I started rocking my dick in and out of him (I was still hard too) and stroking his 4 inch dick. He whined, "I want to fuck YOU." but now I was stroking harder and pumping deeper. He kept whining over and over "I want to fuck YOU now" like a spoiled kid and then suddenly his dick started squirting all over both of us like a geiser. When he left, I said to myself, "OK. You had your fun. No more until July! No matter how often he calls!"

On another front, I've been looking very heavily for other employment. I have 2 opportunities: both which will take me back to Latin America often. My clueless jinder boss has been getting more and more paranoid (well, rightfully so, in my case) and really been micromanaging the entire team. The other jobs I've been looking for pay a bit less, but I'd be willing to take the cut just to be in a more autonomous and fulfilling environment. We'll see how it all works out.

When in Orlando, be sure to go to Disneyworld.

2010-03-17T20:59:00.000-07:00

Cuz I sure did, in the metaphorical sense that is. You see, it all started Saturday eve
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I got to Orlando where coincidentally a fuck-bud of mine was also visiting on business. I told him he should give up his hotel room since he was paying for it out of pocket for an extra night and just bunk with me at my hotel. He was grateful, which of course meant the Long Ranger was booked for the first night. The only problem was the next morning my fuck-bud needed to be at the airport for an early flight. And being a gentleman I said I'd take him, which made me groggy and sleep-deprived for most of the day Sunday.

By the afternoon, I realized by the high quantities of pasty-white teenage girls in halter-tops (and equally annoying amount of inbred looking scrawny teenage boys in baggy shorts and oversized T-shirts) that this was actually Spring Break going on. Lucky me. So, I decided to get online and find some sexual escapades to get me out of the hotel. Pretty quickly, a blond-twink hit me up asking if I was into 3-ways. "Uh...YEAH!" He mentioned he was there with a "friend" who was inexperienced at bottoming, but he wanted to try it out with someone with a large dick. OK, my first thought was this was a classic bait-and-switch, and this "friend" was going to be a 50-year-old bear named "Bubba" with a comb-over. But blond-twink assured me his friend was 20 years old and good looking, so I thought I'd take a chance and head over to what blond-twink described as his "luxury appartment" (which in Orlando apparently means it comes indoor plumbing).

When I got there, blond-twink answered the door and looked exactly like his pic; blond, lanky/toned, cute kid. He let me in and I followed him to the bedroom where an even younger-looking brunette-twink was lying there on the bed in a T-Shirt and baggy shorts (the national dress) watching TV. He didn't even look up or even make eye contact with me, which gave me a suspicion that something might not be right. So, strategically I decided to get blond-twink started, and began to rub my crotch in front of him, then flipped my dick out of my sweats. He went for it and began sucking me. Slowly I moved us over towards the bed until my cock was right in front of brunette-twink. Blond-twink looked over at him and took my dick out of his mouth to say, "you want some of this?" Brunette-twink smiled and burried his head in the pillow like a shy kid. OK, NOW I got it; this was for real. While blond-twink sucked me, I started I started giving brunette-twink a back-rub which he seemed to really enjoy. Eventually I pulled off his shirt (blond-twink's shirt too, as I didn't want to show favorites). I pulled blond-twink on the bed, pulled down his pants (he had a BEAUTIFUL ass) and putt him butts-up doggie style so I could tongue his hole. He was moaning a lot, and I was hoping brunette-twink would take the bait. I pulled down his shorts too, with no struggle, put him in the same position and burried my face in his cheeks. Yup, he liked it. Then for posterity, I took these pics:

Ain't they cuter then a June-bug in May? And yes, I realize my phone's camera sucks from being dropped one too many times.

What I REALLY wanted to do was fuck them both, so I suited up and started with blond-twink; just got behind him and popped my boner into his hole. I was able to slide the whole thing in and he took it like a champ; beore long I was riding, pumping, and thrusting inside him at will. I started to massage brunette-twink's hole and getting my thumb about half-way in, then in one move pulled out of blond-twink and pushed my cock inside brunette-twink. He didn't resist, but started to whine. Just then Blond-twink grabbed his face and planted a huge long kiss on him. I slowly inched the long-ranger in, then started rocking my hips. After a few minutes I was able to get some long deep strokes off.

Just as I was getting used to brunette-twinks really tight hole, blond-twink reached around to hold his ass cheeks open. Now how could I refuse?? I slipped out of brunette-twink and into blond-twink. After I was back inside him, I realized I liked his ass better; his hole fit my cock like a glove and had more glutes to bounce off. I took the opportunity to start butt-slamming him, which prompted him to start jacking his 4" dick off. Soon we were both cumming pretty loudly and I looked over to see brunette-twink was jacking his dick off and came on blond-twink's legs.

Afterwards, it turns out blond-twink was a former (?) porn-dude from "bad-puppy" (whatever that is...I'm not into porn) and was giving brunette-twink some pointers as he was curious about possibly doing it too. All in all, good times. Very hot. But definitely good to be back home. Tomorrow I head to San Diego for a job interview I'm not even remotely considering (but hey, free trip to San Diego). While there I'll take an extra day and stay with Underdawg. Should be fun.

Deep inside my head

2010-03-12T23:50:00.000-08:00

Here's a weird story that I need to start out by saying I'm seriously NOT an obsessive type person. About 6 years ago now (DAYUM! time is going by) I worked with a guy that I thought was totally cool to hang around; tall, masculine, dark-hair/goatee, laid-back and sligthly techie-geeky (like a MUCH better looking David Arquette)...I'll call him "Loozer". He'd flirt with me from time to time, but I'm a major flirt with both men and women around the office, so I just took it in stride. Even though I have pretty good gaydar, I thought in his case that was just wishful thinking. One Saturday morning I was online on a site I no longer frequent and got messaged by someone I had been talking to for literally years, but we never hooked up. This time he was very serious about it, and gave me his phone so I could get directions. When I called him, there was something about his voice that was familiar, and just then it dawned on me that it was indeed Loozer. He didn't know it was me, and I panicked and said it's not going to work and hung up.

The next week at work I approached him a few times and asked if he wanted to grab dinner and some beers and we set plans for later that week. Long story short, we had what was to me the perfect evening; dinner, cool hang-out conversation, back to my place for some weird animation videos (we were both into that), then as he was leaving, we had a few long moments by my front door, until finally I grabbed him and planted a LONG kiss on his lips. Then I looked deeply into his eyes and said, "Just think about it, man." His eyes were wide open then he snickered and said, "straaaaaaaaange" and shook his head and walked away. Thus began a 1-year long brain-fuck which actually and admittedly became an obsession on my part. Long story short, I never got anywhere with him and it turned out the reason was because he was only into guys when he was high on drugs and alcohol (which finally got him fired). In other words, whatever I thought might have been with this guy was all in my head.

Why am I mentioning this? This evening I was at the gym doing free-weights/curls and listening to some music during my workout. Unfortunately, my mind was wondering and it suddenly dawned on me that I was begining to do some steps in a very "ethnic" dance because I was so into the music playing in my earbuds. I caught myself and took a quick, casual glance around to see if anyone was paying attention or saw me. And there was the Greek kid with a huge smile on his face. He walked over and greeted me, and I made small talk, telling him I was leaving for Orlando tomorrow morning. Long story short, I ended up walking him to the car-garage and fucking him right in the stairwell on the way down. Neither of us took our clothes off: just his sweats pulled down past his ass and my cock sticking out of my gym-shorts pounding it from behind.

If there is a moral here (and I'm not convinced there is, since this post may just be a random stream of consciousness) I guess it's that I need to recognize when I'm too deep inside my head. Whether that's overthinking situations in life or just disconnecting to people around me. Why? So that I don't miss any opportunities, or obsess over opportunities I perceive I may have missed. Anyway, Hill is coming over in a few to spend the night then take me to the airport tomorrow morning. He'll be good for another fuck, so gotta save up my energy before bed-time.

And now, for no particular reason, here is a video which sums up why I like the state of New Jersey:

Brighter Days

2010-03-06T23:55:00.000-08:00

Not gonna spend too much time on this, but to answer the comments/emails I've been getting, I hooked up with a chick I work with. VERY hot, but very BAD decision on both our parts for more reasons I can (or will) go into here. Luckily, this last week (and most likely this coming week) was/will be extremely busy for everyone; I'm talking 12 hour days. So, thus far there has been no fall-out because there just has been no free time to talk/dwell on it. Anyway, there it is.

OK, on to more homo-erotic fair, Saturday eve I went to a party down in Santa Cruz. I got the invite from a guy I don't know, but we've been chatting online for awhile and I decided to take him up on the invitation since he said most of the guys coming were "cool, laid back and around our age" (I was one of the few he didn't actually know). Santa Cruz is about 1 hour 15 mins from my place, so not near but not the end of the earth either. When I got there, his description was not far off as far as the guys that were there. The host himself was very cool and extremely outgoing (he was incredibly buffed and was used to having guys hang off him and enjoyed being the center of attention with the added bonus of it happening at his own party).

I had never met anyone there in person, and only knew the host from online, until I saw a guy I had fucked a few times about 7 or so years ago. Back then, he was a hot mid-20's white guy; buffed, blond and former military. Now, he was noticeably "blobby" and was still trying to pull off the impression of a military crew-cut even tho his receding hairline forced him to have "bangs" as camouflage. He had blown me off the last time I tried to hook up with him (yes, I still remember it--but just because I have an excellent memory, and NOT because he was particularly memorable). He saw me, and I think didn't recognize me at first, but then when he realized we had already had sex several times, he acted even more standofish and casual. It was almost as if he gave the impression of, "yeah, you may be hotter than me now, but you'll never be able to take back the fact that I rejected YOU." Maybe it's just my twisted sense of reality or I was just reading too much into it. Either way, the way this boy (hmmmm, since he's mostly bald now I think he doesn't qualify as a boy anymore) was drinking and shoving down food, his brightest days are behind him. And I'm not bitter, but just grateful I know this is not the case with my life.

What I noticed about an hour into the party was that there was NO sex or sexual overtones at all here: there was no hot-tub, no pretense to get naked or show off your body, no dark corner or backroom to "get it on" covertly. This was just a plain old "mixer", which was just fine. But there was a tall white guy with dark hair, goatee who I'd met and started talking to on a few occasions. He was drinking a lot and not really too bright, but I could tell he was interested. Also, it turned out he lived even futher away in Soquel with a room-mate (see: boyfriend), and I wasn't really that invested to add another 1/2 hour to my drive home anyway. And since I gathered there would be no opportunity for even quick bathroom sex (there was a very loud, obnoxious chick who was chatting in front of the only bathroom with another guy the whole time and would make inappropriate comments as anyone entered) I had just written the possibility of fucking this guy off. But then I started doing some math; there was a couple (2 Mexican guys; one HOT but effeminate and one kind of stubby but masculine) who had been cruising me the whole night. I wasn't really into them but thought I might be able to use their place if they lived close by. Sure enough, they started dropping hints to me, asking if I wanted to stop by their place on my way back up the peninsula. Well....

I convinced the tall guy to take a drive with me to the other couple's place. The tall guy said we could do that, but he didn't have a ride and was going to call a friend of his to pick him up at the host of the party's house, so I'd need to take him back there. Whatever. We ended up at the couple's house and after they all had a few more drinks, into their bedroom. The couple started messing around at first and I just went to work on the tall guy; taking off his clothes, then flopping my dick out and have him suck it. The couple continued to play with each other, but I could tell them were doing it just for show--they were really interested in watching US. I pulled the tall guy off my dick and then undid his clothes. He had a nice body, and a pretty nice dick (with a prince-Albert). I suited up, laid him on the bed and just mounted him missionary; sliding my cock inside his ass. He whined and lifted his legs to accommodate me. I took this as a signal and started going to town. He was LOVING it and telling me how good it felt. Just then the stubby Mexican guy came up to us with a rubber hanging off his fat dick and said, "can I have a turn?" I looked down at the tall guy who flashed a look of worry. Now, I don't know WHAT came over me, but I felt like a total pimp and just pulled out and said, "sure, go for it dude." And without a whimper, the tall guy let the stubby guy mount him and continue fucking where I left off. I went over to the hot looking but effeminate guy and started rubbing my cock on his hole to pop it in. He wiggled his butt around and said, "not right now. Maybe later." I was like, "pssshh, fuck that. You're not worth waiting for" in my head and just walked back over to his boyfriend, still giving it to the tall guy and said, "OK, my turn."

The tall guy was glad to have me back and pushed the Mexican guy out and swung his ass over towards me, and I put the long ranger back in the saddle. I said to him, "you like that, don't you. You like getting fucked." He responded, "yeah, it feels good like this". I said, "you should probably give our host another turn." He whined, "But I like it when you do it." I was feeling VERY sadistic and said, "yeah, well you better do a good job or I'm gonna let him back on top of you." right in ear shot of the couple. I was getting off on the power of being able to pimp the tall guy's ass out at any moment, and rubbing everyone's face in the fact that I was the stud in the sack, and he wanted MY dick in him. And for some reason, knowing I was so far from home and I'd most likely NEVER see any of these guys again, I just pounded the tall dude until I let loose and started cumming like an animal, shouting at him, "you're gonna take my cock, BITCH! I'm gonna fucking cum in your ass and use it as my own private pussy!" Then when I was done, I just pulled out and casually grabbed my clothes, turned to the couple and asked "where's the bathroom?" The stubby guy said, "Oh, down the hall, let me show you where the light is" As he showed me down the hall and turned on the light to the bathroom, I whispered, "hey, do you think you could take that dude back to the other place for me? I really need to head back home now." He nodded and smiled and said, "sure, no problem."

In the coming week, I'll be in Orlando, Florida for work. I'm actually toying with the idea of putting an ad for a sex party up. Not sure about it, but since I'll be in bigger size hotel room, I'm thinking I just might. Details to come. And now we come full circle, with....

I did a bad, bad thing

2010-03-04T19:50:00.001-08:00

Beach Boning

2010-02-27T21:28:00.000-08:00

Huntington Beach, that is. My first work-trip was this last Wednesday to So Cal in Orange County; a place I'm VERY familiar with. From SFO airport I "booked ahead" online (vigilantly looking around me to make sure no one got too close to see the multitude of dick and ass pics on my computer screen from this particular site) and settled on a 20-something white guy who was mid-way between John Wayne airport and Huntington Beach (my destination). I finally made it to his apartment (very swank) and he let me in. He was a tall, lean and lanky white guy wearing shorts, t-shirt and a baseball cap. He let me in and immediately started asking if he was my type, if I liked submissive bottoms, if I had a bottom-boy back home etc. Anyone who knows me understands how much I hate the "20 questions" game before sex. So, since he mentioned "submissive bottoms" I just grabbed his shorts, pulled them down (he was wearing a jockstrap), then pushed him down on my dick to shut him up by sucking my cock. He started sucking me and jacking me; his eyes wide as he said, "you're huge! I love your cock." Believe it or not, this is usually a BAD sign.

After a few minutes, I was definitely done with his blow-job and wanted to put my cock in his butthole. But every time I tried to pull him off, he would moan like a spoiled kid. Finally, I had enough and told him it was time for him to get fucked and pulled him up then bent him over his couch (the widescreen TV showing porn let me know we weren't gonna leave the living room for whatever reason). He looked at me and said, "I'll be your bottom. But I don't get fucked bare. You need to put on a condom. There's one on the table there." Without a word, I walked to the table, put my cock in front of his face but just out of his reach and put the condom on so he could get a good view of what was going inside him. Then I walked behind him and just as I was about to pop it in, he asked, "do you mind if I put some lube on?" OK, NOW the questions and his voice in general were getting really annoying. Why didn't he just get some fucking lube out? So, I snapped, "Dude, do whatever the fuck you need to do. I'm ready to fuck now." He got off the couch and got out some lube and smeared it on his hole, thinking he was enticing me. And of course he asked, "you like that?" I answered by grabbing him and putting him back in the butts-up position and sliding my dick in. I started pumping him slowly, but he was turning his waist around to one side to prevent me from getting all the way in. He also kept reaching behind every 30 seconds or so presumably to check to see the rubber was still on. I grabbed his waist and started pumping roughly, and he started moaning in delight, but still tried to gyrate and swivel at weird and awkward angles so I could never get a rythm going.

I was getting pissed off so I knocked the hat off his head (he had a military crewcut) and said, "Just bend down! Don't move around so much!" Then I started butt-slamming him from behind, but he still arched his back UPWARDS to thwart my full penetration. This was getting obnoxiously bad. I finally tried to get him on his stomach on the couch so I could just bang him prison style and hopefully get my rocks off. Even then he squirmed and tried to "dodge" my dick from hitting its target. Then he commanded, "don't cum in me. Pull out before you cum." At which point I just ignored him and tried my best to get my dick off and finally did. Then I pulled out and walked to the bathroom. He looked up at me, his glance following me to the bathroom and asked, "did you cum?" I didn't answer and just washed up. In his bathroom I saw a USMC duffle-bag, so this "submissive bottom" was either a current or former marine. He was hardly submissive, and definitely a bossy and irritating bottom. Anyway, I couldn't get dressed and out of there soon enough.

Friday eve I went to the gym and have to confirm that the trolls have gone on early Spring Break or something. I am REALLY liking this. Not that I got lucky (actually, I think there has been a crack-down of sorts, since few people are using the steam room these days).

Saturday I got laid 3 times; the first two were guys I'd been talking to for months online (each came over separately) and were both VERY disappointing in person. But hey, just like trying a restaurant for the first time and having a bad meal, I can now cross them off my list and warn others. The third guy is a regular fuck-bud of mine. He's a BAB (Buffed Asian Boy) and like Steel (who is AWOL) swears he is now a consumate top...except with me (and both their online profiles confirm this). In fact, this particular BAB was one of the first "tops" I ever used one of my most successful techniques; when he first came over, he swore up and down that he wasn't going to get fucked and just wanted to "mess around" and have body contact. Because he was so buffed and awesome looking, I consented...but that didn't mean I wasn't going to try. After some heavy petting culminating in us getting naked, I suggested he needed a massage and gave him an incredibly relaxing one, focusing very hard on the buttocks. And since the long ranger was rock hard, I'd poke his hole now and again while working his shoulders and upper back, until it was finally slipping casually in and out of his hole. By that time, he was ready.

Now, he is so groomed and well-trained that everytime he comes over, he immediately demands his "massage". And if it goes on too long without me starting to fuck him, he even spreads his cheeks open with his hands (no better signal than that). Ah, yes. It's good to be home.

Going to Disneyland...part II

2010-02-20T23:48:00.000-08:00

As predicted, things have been settling down at my gym now that all those posers' "new year's resolutions" have dissolved into wishful thinking. I actually thought about hanging around for a steam and possible cruising. But as I was working out, Hill callled me and said he'd be passing through on his way back from SFO to Sacramento. Knowing a bird in the hand is better than being left with my dick in my hand, I told him to head over to my place and decided to skip the steamroom. Hill is consistently a hot fuck, and this time did not disappoint. The only drawback was when I finished, I had to keep fucking him another 3 or so minutes afterwards (pretending to enjoy it) until he came. Cuz that's the kind of stud I am (actually, it's all about repeat customers...gotta keep your bottoms happy).

Saturday, I had a lot of domestic catch-up to do, but sk8er was hitting me up all day saying he wanted to come over. I thought that would be good timing; I don't really have to give him my A-game, but could get off a couple rounds in him and could slot him in whenever. But it turned out between my errands and his lack of commitment pinning down an exact time, we never coordinated, which left me getting more and more horny (gotta maximize the fucking during the weekend). So, around the afternoon I got hit up by an 18-year-old white kid who looks VERY much like Haley Joe Osment (I'll call him Haley). He seemed very flighty, and of course wanted to see many more pictures than the 5 that are already in my profile, so I just started ignoring him. He started pleading with me telling me he was "for real", so I finally gave him my number. A couple hours later he finally called, and sounded like a typical Kali-kid; kinda dumb, not a lot of substance, but very chill and non-toxic. There was still a lot of "um....." and hesitation in his voice as we spoke, so I wasn't banking on him coming over. But sure enough...

When he showed up (after getting lost) he looked exactly like his pics, but definitely looked a LOT younger in person (5'11" lanky and way boyish). In person he wasn't as hesitant though and in fact cocky in demeanor, so it didn't take much to get him to my boning-lair. The first thing I did was to take off my shirt to assert my ego over his (he was SO cute, but like I said, lanky and cut/toned; not muscular). He immediately went for my pecs, then kissed my abs. Good : ) Next, I took his hand to cup my cock which was growing in my jeans. He started rubbing it and eased it out of my fly and stroked it. I pulled down his baggy shorts and underwear to reveal a NICE ass; not quite bubble-butt, but close. His body was hairless above the waist, with only some slight pubes and butt hair that rose from his legs. I bent him over and dove in to take a closer look, and spent a good 5 minutes or so tonguing his pink hole. This got the long-ranger to full mast, so I walked around and told him to put it in his mouth, which he did.

After I let him suck me for a bit, I said, "so, remember what we talked about? I want to fuck." He nodded and added, "we can try it. Like I said, I tried it a couple times before but I'm not very good at it." I nodded in understanding, suited up, then mounted him from behind. I slipped my cock in him inch by inch, stopping after the first few to let him adjust, then sliding it in more. When I got the whole thing in, I gently rocked my hips and asked if he was OK. He was. I started getting more and more agressive, but he put out his hand to signal me to stop, and I took his lead and slowed down. I thought we should go to round 2 so I flipped him on his back and started to do him missionary. This got him really hot, and he asked, "do you kiss?" I looked him square in the eye and said flattly, "no". Then I started fucking him rythmically and kissing his neck, ears and jaw, until I made it to his mouth and planted a huge tongue-filled kiss into him. I rarely kiss, but DAYUM, I knew I was going to Disneyland, so the least I could do was say thank you for the ride.

I told him I was getting close and asked how HE wanted to cum. He asked how I wanted him to cum, so I said, "I want you to cum with me inside you. Let me get my dick off, then we'll worry about you." and with that I pounded his boy-pussy until I shot my load (NICE orgasm). His dick wasn't big (about 5" for such a tall guy) but was rock-hard, so I felt generous and started stroking him. About a minute later he was shooting in my hand while I rocked my dick in and out of him. I slowly pulled out of him then went to wash up briefly then lay down next to him again and asked, "So, you ready for round 2?" He smiled and said, "I'm actually driving up to SF to meet some friends so I probably should get going in a few." Well, we started talking and "a few" turned into about 20 minutes. He was asking me if I was "bi" and how I learned to fuck so well, and that he really wanted to learn because he still likes fucking women. He also asked me if I knew any women I could bring over to have a 3-way with sometime.

I was having a good time playing big-bro to him, stroking his ego and giving him some sexual annectdotes. Before long, he was rock hard again and said, "well...if you want to fuck me again I'd let you." That was all it took, and this time I rolled him on his stomach and started doing it to him prison style. He was REALLY enjoying it like this and we each got another round off. When we were done, he said, "OK, now I REALLY need to go" and he went to the bathroom to wash off. Curiosity got the best of me, and I quickly grabbed his wallet out of his shorts to look at his driver's license. And...uh...yeeeeah, let's say he was 18....

As he left, he asked if he could come back sometime during the week. And while I REALLY would like to see him again (it was SO HOT!) I think one trip to Disneyland with him is the best way to go. At least until July-- then we can go as many times as he wants....

Underwear Party: 1 for 2

2010-02-14T22:28:00.000-08:00

I started off this week with an incredibly horrible case of the stomach flu. Granted, it was going around at work, but the reality is when you use your tongue as a rectal thermometer as much as I do, you're bound to pick up whatever's going around during flu season. It wasn't as bad as other types of flu; just major stomach cramps, loss of apetite and about 10 trips to the toilet a day (pretty much like a steady case of food poisoning). And although I usually don't hook up during the week now that I'm working (due to circumstance, NOT choice) I did get hit up by a guy I used to fuck long ago. He's yet another flight attendant, white, early 30's and has a GREAT smooth ass (I shot these at the hotel). He's sinced moved out of the area to San Diego, but was up here for work and said he'd like to hook up...but now he's a total top and didn't think we'd be able to do anything. Uh-huh. Sure. After about 15 minutes of pawing at him I had my dick in his mouth...10 more and I was inside his smooth butt pounding his hole missionary. I was really giving him the smooth-talk why we were doing it; "dude, your hole is so warm. My cock likes it. You're making me feel so hot on top of you like this." He was really getting into it, too much so in fact as he came as I was fucking him without touching himself (bull's eye, BeeYotch!). But he was a trooper and let me finish up too. I was still not feeling the best so I told him I'd need to get home, but that he should call me again next time he was up.

Back to my stomach, this flu, my annoying jinder boss at work, some family stuff and a couple other things were really stressing me out to the point where I didn't think I'd be rested up enough by the time the weekend came to go to the Underwear party (I already resigned to skip the one on Thursday since there was just no fucking way). Plus, the weight loss was also getting to me and I was worried I wasn't spending an appropriate time at the gym. But by the time Saturday came, I was definitely on the mend and decided I'd put my best foot forward to see how it goes. I met Sven in SF to workout, and as usual he totally kicked my ass and got me all bulgey and very sore (but in a good way). From there, he said before we went to the Underwear party he wanted to walk around the Castro and slip in and out of some bars to show me the variety: a twink one, a Latin one, a frat-boy one, and then one he said was called the "Bombay Bunghole" for Indians and their admirers (he made that one up especially for me).

We made it to the Underwear party about 11pm and it was just getting started. Initially, it was pretty Asian, but then a very mixed crowd came in (more than I have experienced in years). And I'm very familiar with the fact that whenever I'm with Sven, he will invariably run into many people he knows throughout the night, but I was really unprepared when Spaz came up. Like I said, before, Spaz isn't a bad guy, he's just pretty clueless socially. But I was happy he was with a guy that turned out to be his boyfriend (didn't stop him from grabbing my chest several times, but at least I knew that would be as far as it went and I didn't have to worry about any future stalking...I'm hoping anyway). All in all, the party was OK; I ended up fucking two separate twinkish Mexican boys (separately). The guy I told Sven I really wanted to fuck was a short white guy with an enourmous muscle bubble-butt in a black jock-strap who got progressively tweaked out on the dancefloor as the night wore on to the point where I knew it just wasn't going to happen. I ended up getting home by about 3 and just crashed.

Sunday morning I had a lot of errands and catch-up to do, as well as some political action to take in the afternoon that I had committed to. But I had also made plans with a hugely buffed black guy who was visiting from DC (yup, yet another flight attendant). I finally got to his hotel around 8pm and he was HOT. He had a short-cropped haircut, was in his late 30's, huge arms and chest with stalky legs, bubble-butt ass and a little chunky around the front. When I showed up at his room, he opened the door, sized me up with his eyes, then nodded me in. I didn't know whether to take his demeanor as disinterest, coolness or what. He finally asked, "So what you been up to?" I thought I'd just be direct and see where it goes, so I moved behind him and pulled down his sweats and said, "not much. Just waiting to get here so I could see that ass of yours." He didn't stop me but challenged, "Oh, so you think you're goin' get some ass then." I took the bait and pulled out my stiffening cock rubbing it on his ass, "Well, yeah. This cock's going inside you, dude." He turned his head around and saw my dick, then I swear this is the first time this has ever happened: in one forceful move which TOTALLY caught me off guard his massive hands grabbed me by the chest and waist and pushed me on the bed, pinning me down. I was just about to try and kick him off me, cuz I didn't know what was going on, when his mouth wrapped around my cock and he used his one hand to pull on my balls while the other one was still holding me down on the bed.

After the initial shock of it all wore off, I started really enjoying this blow-job. He was good at it, AND I had never been dominated like this before. This guy could have done some serious damage to me if he wanted to, I'm completely up front about this. And when he lifted my legs over his shoulder, I got a little nervous and tried to move them off, but he was really just too strong for me. All the while his mouth was still blowing me, so I was hoping it was just so he could get extra access, but mentally I was also thinking of the best way I could get out of this position in case something went terribly wrong. After a few minutes, he stepped over me and shifted his weight onto my shoulders; I thought he was going to make me suck him, which was not gonna happen. But then almost instantly, my dick had a condom on it, his ass hole was lubed up, and he just sat on it. This guy was in control of everything. He was riding my dick with his hands still pinning my shoulders to the bed. I was rock hard and loving it actually. But I really did want to show him what I could do too. But I also knew he wanted to be in control, so I said, "your ass feels so hot. It's all about your ass man. You just let me know how you want it and I'll do it. Just tell me to do it from behind or on top and I'll do what you say." He perked up, "yeah? you goin get on top of me?" "Anything you want," I replied. He slipped my dick out then got off me and stepped over to the wall and bent over "then get inside this ass" he commanded. I got up and went behind him and started pounding his ass. "How's that? Am I doing a good job?" I pretended like I was vying for his approval. "Just fuck that ass. Do it harder!" I pounded him harder, then tried to drag him back over to the bed, but he gave me a hard stare. Then he sauntered over there at his own pace then got on his back. I waited for him to motion me over, then I came over like a dog at his command and slid my dick back inside him. His hands were all over me and he just hit all the right spots. I asked, "this is too hot. Can I cum now?" "Go ahead and nut" he responded and I obeyed.

After I got up, cleaned up in the restroom and he said, "you wanna chill for a few or you gotta take off?" I was actually really into this so I said I'd stay and lay beside him. Immediately his massive arms grabbed me and he put me in the spoon position. I'm usually the "big brother" when it comes to sex, but it was AWESOME being little bro to this massive incredibly masculine guy. We ended up talking for about 1/2 an hour, then fucking again (hot the second time too). He lives in DC and was leaving the next day, so we'll definitely keep in touch. Lucky for me I have president's day off, and I am SO ready to leave my job already, so it is very needed.

Jockstrap

2010-02-06T20:16:00.000-08:00

Since I promised assorted friends/relatives/well-wishers that I'd meet them in SF for the King Tut exhibit (don't bother; they only have about half the stuff they used to show) I thought I'd "optimize" my time up there by getting in some weekend boning. And not to be a hater, but since there are probably 1000 times more gay guys up in SF than where I live (no exageration) I was really hoping to score a blond, red-head, or just a plain white guy, since 9 out of 10 hookups are usually with Asians or Latins (once again, NOT hating, just needing some variety here). Unfortunately, in the online gay world of SF, most white guys are also into some very kinky/extreme shit, tweakers, or just plain flakes. Case in point: I was chatting with a guy who's pics definitely fit the bill of what I was looking for, said he was up for what I was into, had a very masculine sounding voice when we talked on the phone (a requisite), and just when I thought we were gonna seal the deal, he says, "just to let you know, I might not be up for getting fucked. But definitely up for some butt-worship, sniffing, dog-licks...that sorta thing." *click*

I ended up narrowing it down to two candidates; a buffed Filipino dude who BEGGED me to come over and fuck him, and a buffed Mexican Military dude. I thought, if I plan it right, I can do them both; one before and one after the exhibit. I ended up going to the Filipino guy's flat first. He was shorter, but had a buffed body (no bubble-butt tho, but it was still nice a nice hole). The thing was, after we got our clothes off, he kept on a blue jockstrap. Now, I've had this chat with a number of bottoms as I was curious as to why some where a jockstrap. I've been told (and tend to agree) that when guys keep the jockstrap on, it's because they don't want you to focus on their dick at all, and it's like letting you know they're all about your cock in their hole. Since I got the "butt signal", I was feeling kinda greedy and ended up fucking him twice, just because I could. While I never saw his halloween-candy-sized dick outside of his jockstrap, it was hard and leaking the entire time. But the second time he was having issues and I could tell he was uncomfortable so I didn't cum.

After the Tut exhibit and subsequent trip to the Gelateria I spoke about before (this time I had jackfruit...YUMMO!) everyone went their separate ways, leaving me free to dial-a-fuck. I started on the Military Mexican dude. The call went to his voicemail, and he had a very thick wet-back accent, which for some reason REALLY turned me off. I guess it was because he said he lived up here all his life and just got out of the marines. So, could be...but doubtful. Either way, wasn't into it. I started dialing the next guy on my list, when Hill calls me, saying he's flying through SFO and has a layover on his way to Ft Lauderdale to watch the Superbowl (FYI, I really have no horse in this year's race). He came over late afternoon and for some reason we were both really tired (him from flying, me from walking all day). We ended up agreeing we could both use an evening nap and got into bed in the cuddle position. After about an hour of dozing in and out, I realized my dick was rock-hard again, and Hill's bubble-butt ass was RIGHT THERE...so what was I waiting for? Even though Hill was asleep, I suited up, got some lube out and just slide inside him. He woke up with a whiney moan of delight and spread his cheeks open with his hands. I just started pounding, then pulled out took some pics (you're welcome) then started in again. Like clockwork, just as I was pounding his boy-pussy on the home stretch, he started jerking his python cock and we both ended up cumming like wildcats. Feeling benevolent, I got the cum-rag out, wiped him up, then pulled the covers back over him so he could sleep some more (and he did).

Tomorrow may be a workout with Sven, which is always great since he's one of the best guys to workout with: masculine ("come on dude, my gramma could lift more than that), challenging ("OK, this time try 12 reps if you think it's so easy") and knowledgeble ("you know, weightlifting was actually invented by the ancient Spartans"). Why am I hyperfixating on weightlifting this week you may ask? Underwear party, BABY! There are actually 2 of them next week, and I'm at least going to one. Stay tuned.

More Brazilian Boning

2010-01-30T11:32:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I decided to work from home. I live in a very residential/planned community; kinda like Naples, Long Beach or Lago Maggiore, Coral Gables. So, while it's a kick-ass place to wake up to in the morning, and quiet place to get work done, there's not a lot in the way of crowds or travelers. The one exception is a small hotel catering to an office park walking distance from my house. I got a call in the morning from Lumberjack (who I haven't seen in months) and he offered to come by my place during lunch. I conveniently got to fuck his sweet ass (hasn't changed) before returning to my work (he had to leave soon after as well so it worked out). By the time I had finished my projects, it was already 9:30pm, and the long-ranger was getting restless again. I knew my chances of hooking up that evening weren't that good--but I went online anyway. As fate would have it, I started chatting with a dark-skinned guy visiting from NYC. His pic was pretty random and he didn't have a face pic with it. But the cool and rare thing about it was that he was staying at that hotel I mentioned (never hooked up with anyone staying there since it's very business-oriented). So, I thought since I could walk there, I'd take the chance that this guy was butt-ugly.

I got there and the guy looked like a poor-man's Alfonso Ribeira, but definitely in his mid-20's. He was wearing a towel, which I quickly took off to see the goods. Not surprisingly the pic he sent out was NOT him--this guy was about 10 lbs heavier, different body-type altogether, and this guy was only about 7" cut whereas the guy in the pic was shall we way, much lengthier. This guy also had a weird accent I couldn't place, so I asked him where he was from, and of course he said "New York". "yeah, but where were you born?" I asked, and he said, "Brazil". Without hesitation, I continued in Portuguese, "OK. Get on the bed. Put you're knees here and your ass up". He complied and the good part was he had a HUGE round, firm ass. He had a little of the negro-funk in the trunk, but it was tolerable, so I burried my face in his ass like a dog in a supperdish till his hole was nice and ready. At that point I had suited up and started to slide my cock in his tight but pliant hole. It took a couple tries to get my hole cock in, and once it was in I just started pounding him (no thought to it, and no mercy). I eventually flipped him over and was doing him missionary. I was going at it pretty hard and happened to catch a glance at his face; he stared at me with his brow furrowed in what look like annoyance. I didn't care, and thought this would be a good time to finish up, which I did and pounded a load out. As I pulled out, I noticed by his wet-spot on his belly I had hit a bull's eye. But just from the vibe I was getting I didn't really care, so I just went to wash up.

When I got out, he was still lying on the bed and hadn't moved. Against my better judgement, I asked, "are you OK?" He responded almost in monotone, "that's not the way I like to have sex." "What do you mean?" I was morbidly interested. He continued, "You have a big dick (*he used the word "pimboca" which I HATE*) but all you did was fuck me with it and didn't do anything else." I was in a serious state of "pshhhh, whatever" and said, "well, you came without even touching yourself, so I guess my dick did what it was supposed to." He didn't respond, and I had my clothes on by now so I said, "You sent me someone else's pic who is in much better shape. Believe me, if I were with THAT guy, I'd have done a LOT more." Then I left the hotel and walked home. This was yet another experience which confirms my opinion about Brazilians; They are NOT all good looking, they do not all have big dicks, but they are ALL full of drama.

The next morning I had a lot of errands and family stuff to do, culminating in me impulse-buying a large and expensive piece of furniture (but seriously, it looks GREAT, no regrets). The day went by too fast, which tends to happen when corraled by relatives unfortunately (especially now that I'm working). But this evening, I finally got to hook up with a guy I'd been talking to online for months. He's a very good looking white guy with a black-guy's ass (his words, and I agree).

He's originally from the mid-west and had a very reserved demeanor in bed, but definitely took my fucking like a champ. He said, "that's probably the most agressive I've ever had it in bed." I smirked and asked, "was that a good thing?" He smiled back, "it was great. you know what you're doing." Just as I was getting my hopes up, he started to dress and said, "well, I'm kinda sorta getting into a relationship with someone right now. I don't know where it's going exactly. I guess that's why I came over tonite." Another "pshhh, whatever" moment. But I didn't let it show and said, "well, then you'll have to call me, cuz I won't call you." He responded, "fair enough. but don't stop talking to me online or anything." I smiled as I walked him out. Yup, too good to be true there. But at least the balls are dry.

Melrose Gym

2010-01-26T19:09:00.001-08:00

I am undeniably and completely PISSED-OFF as I write this. In fact, I am so incredibly mad that the only way I can properly express myself is through lymrick...ahem:
There once was a sickening troll,
Whose antics were quite far from droll.
Though he lurked in the shower,
His dick had no power
But, BOY, what an asshole!

I realize to some of you I may have a disproportionate amount of posts about trolls in general and at the gym in particular. But today was one for the books. After a NICE workout (stacked more weights than ever before) I felt cocky and preened in front of the mirror in the locker-room for a few. In walks a late 20-something Mexican dude I'd fucked twice before (he usually works out days so I haven't seen him in a long time). He liked what he saw and smiled at me, then went into the showers. Following him was the #1 troll I had talked about before, but I was undaunted. I got into a towel, met the guy in the last shower and fucked him short and sweet, though I knew the troll was just in the stall across from us. OK, luckily I finished up before he steppped out, so I showered up and went to change. I got back into my gym clothes since I didn't feel like putting my work clothes back on and suddenly the Greek kid I've been fucking comes over to me in a towel with a smile. Even though I generally don't like to make eye-contact, let alone have a conversation in the locker room, I humored him, since we spoke Spanish and at least I knew not everyone would be listening.

Greek - "Hey"
Me - "Hey"
Greek - "Were you just in the shower?"
Me - "Yeah. Worked out earlier. Now I'm going home."
Greek - "Oh...I just spoke to that guy who's always here. He said he just saw you having sex with another guy in the shower just now."
Me - "Dude, you shouldn't talk to that loser."
Greek - "Well, he came up to me. He asked if we were together and I said no. Then he said, 'oh, because I saw you two last time and I just saw him with another guy in the shower'."
Me - (scoffing) "Anyway. That dude makes me sick. You shouldn't talk to him. Good to see you though. Enjoy your workout."

And with that I went back to my locker to change. OK, normally, I'm a pretty cool guy with my clothes on. But when I'm in cruising mode, yes, I can be a major dick, especially to trolls who mess things up for the rest of us. So, yeah, I acknowledge I have been a dick to this guy, and I am also completely aware that he deserved every bit of it. And this was his way of getting back at me; by letting the Greek kid know he's not the only hole I've been inside at that gym, which thanks to the troll is now being turned into Melrose Place (fucking asshole!). THIS is why I don't talk to people there-- life is just to full of fucking gossipy queens. And fuck the Greek kid for even listening and talking to that troll. If I don't have sex with the Greek kid again, then so be it. I'm just majorly pissed right now (if you couldn't tell). A bit angrier and I'd have written this whole post in iambic pentameter.

Wearing out a bottom

2010-01-24T19:45:00.000-08:00

There's a dude I've fucked a few times over the years; Guatemalan, buffed, early 30's, kinda thuggish face. But nothing to write home about as far as sex because he's one of those "race to the finish" kinda guys; meaning as soon as my dick is inside him he's jerking his dick to cum as soon as he can. The last time we had sex was about 5 months ago, and I told him I was unimpressed because like a dog, I want to take my time. He's been hitting me up like crazy, so this last Friday I consented, saying the condition was that he gave me 1 hour to use his ass any way I wanted--no questions asked (and this included getting some pics of it for my loyal viewers : ). When I got to his room, there was porn on his wide screen and on his laptop...whatever. I was more into what his mouth and hole had in store. I bent him over his chair, took some pics, mounted him and gave it to him from behind for a good 10 minutes. I did it like this so he'd have to hold the chair to stay upright and not be able to touch his dick. After awhile, he pushed me out of him and said his stomach was feeling weird and that he needed to use the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and said, "Sure. go for it," and with that he was gone for about 10 minutes while I was left with my stiff dick surrounded by porn. He finally came back out and said, "I don't think this is gonna happen." I got behind him and said, this will take less than a minute," and I plunged my stiff cock into his butt-hole, humped him for about 20 seconds and shot my load. After that I went to clean up and dress; he was very apologetic and said "next time, I promise we'll have more time and I'll prepare." I was like, "yeah, yeah." Heard it.

The next day I made plans with some friends to go to the Exploratorium in SF. An odd thing to do for adults, but still, it was fun in a second-childhood kind of way. After we had finished the tour and gotten a thorough refresher on how sound-waves work (moreso from the screaming kids than the actual exhibits) most of the crowd wanted to go to a pub in the Marina district. Since I don't drink much (and I can only handle so much of that particular crowd for so long) my friend and I decided to leave them and head to get some ice-cream at a place that we'd both heard of but never been. The ice-cream there was EXCELLENT (it was actually gelato) and came in very exotic flavors--including Durian. Since my friend had never tasted Durian (I had and since everyone has their own description, I'll add mine: a mix of garlic and sweaty socks) I convinced her to try a spoonfull of it with me. She didn't enjoy it at all (neither did I), but we had fun and it's now something she can say she's done.

After I drove her back to her car, she took off, leaving me to wonder if I should stick around in SF to get some boning done. I thought I'd give it the college try and started calling from my "black book", but with no luck. I also made tentative plans to see my former friend, DJ as we were now talking again on facebook, so I decided to follow through and meet him at his place. To my disappointment, life had not treated this boy well, dispite all the posts and news to the contrary he'd been telling the world. He was essentially living in section 8 housing in a flea-bag hotel; all the occupants were ho's, recovering crack-addicts, or crack-addicts...and unfortunately DJ embodied all 3. When I got to the hotel (I had to sign in and show ID to go to see him) we said casual hello's, but I could tell he was in a mood. After 3 minutes of really insignificant small-talk, he mentioned he had a friend coming over with some crack to smoke. I didn't want to be around or have anything to do with it, and I think he saw it in my eyes and said, "want to go for a walk? I have to take the dog out." So, we ventured out of Crack-central down to the corner of Crack and Ho, where DJ got some cheap food at a convenience store. We exchanged some words along the way, but he was essentially dead inside. Nothing could or will bring him back. When we got back to his place, I told him I'd need to take off, and we shook hands. DJ, you were dealt a bad hand in life, but you had so many chances to walk away a winner. And Sven, regarding what I told you earlier: ABORT! ABORT! STAND DOWN!!!

After my encounter with DJ, I thought I definitely needed to get the adrenaline pumping, so I went to the gym. After a NICE workout, I hit the showers and steamroom, where it took less than five minutes to get hit on by a lanky-toned black guy with a shaved head (after I sat down, he sat down right on the bench under me and then turned his head to face my cock). I let him suck me for awhile, then lifted him off and said, "I want to fuck. Is your ass up for it?" His eyes widened and he responded, "yeah. where?" I motioned him to follow me to the end of the showers (I should have a prison tally-system somewhere in there by now). He was a bit cautious at first, but finally let me get inside him and just pump his butt as hard, fast, rythmic and finally animalistic as I wanted. His hole really gripped my dick, especially when he knew I was ready to cum to give me that extra suction. Nice guy.

This leads me to today, Sunday, where I spent the day with assorted family members from out-of-town (luckily not staying with me this time). This evening I did get a guy in his early 40's with a TOTALLY kick-ass buffed body and white muscular bubble-butt ass to come over. His face was nice for his age, but he totally spoiled the mood after he came in and said, "I just found some "G" in my car that I thought I'd lost a few months ago. Are you into "G"?" I shook my head flattly and said, "nah man. I don't think this is gonna work out" and then as if to appease me, he dropped to his knees and started sucking my cock through my sweatpants saying, "No problem. Not a problem." I was thinking, he was a loser, but hey, I REALLY wanted to fuck that ass, so I let him go ahead and proceed. Long story short, he was a great fuck, but he didn't cum (like I care) because it turns out he was already stoned (loser). And just as a point of irony, this "G"-guzzling stoner is a professor of ethics, comparative religion and history at a local University here. So, Mom's and Dad's; if you were ever wondering where your children's tuition money is going, now you know. Anyway, I got what I wanted, so the long ranger was happy and I could now look forward to another lucrative yet tedious workweek to come.

A Bird in the Hand

2010-01-17T11:48:00.001-08:00

Due to my "new" work schedule, I'm lucky if I get laid once during the week (for lack of time, energy, availability of bottoms etc). Because of this, I've been noticing that when an opportunity comes up from a bad-to-mediocre bottom that I normally wouldn't do a repeat with, during the week I'm more likely just to shrug, "eh...?" and let him come over just to get a quick load off. That's what happened last Tuesday; when I got online, I was hit up by what looked like a very hot 20-something Latin dude staying at a hotel near the airport (10 mins from me) who was into everything I wanted. The only sketchy thing was his face pic was blurred and he said he didn't have any others. OK, I've been around the block, and know that the probability here is 70% he's a lot older or uglier than when said pic was taken, 20% he's really hot but doesn't want his face pic visible/recognizable to others on the internet, and 10% that he is genuine and just took a bad/blurry picture. Regardless, at the same time got hit up by a pudgy, 30-something guy who I had fucked before--nothing to look at or write home about, but a firm-round bubble-butt to fuck. So, I went with door number 2 (back-door number 2 to be precise) simply because a) I didn't have to drive anywhere as this dude knew he was going to Disneyland and would drive to ME and b) it eliminated the guess-work and surprise of seeing who the blurry face-pic belonged to.

This trend in settling for the "bird in the hand" as well as my overall work-week means I have found myself counting the minutes until the weekends, knowing that I'll be able to catch-up on all my "quality" boning (or should be able to, at least). This Saturday however I had made a commitment to my aunt to help her move into her new place. I had made tentative plans with about 4 guys who called me throughout the day, telling them I was hoping to finish up around 8--that was absolutely wishful thinking. My aunt is about 15 years older than me and one of the most generous, supportive and genuine people you'll ever meet. She was somewhat of a rebel/hippie growing up so she has no pretense and finally became a very successful psychologist (I'm sure some of you can see where this is going now). Oddly, as she has aged she has become more and more old-world in mentality and demeanor specifically with people in service-oriented jobs. She sees and treats anyone from waiters to movers as "the help", meaning she is very demanding, shrill, and at times just plain unreasonable (see: raving bitch) and wants to ensure herself and everyone else around that she is not going to be taken advantage of in any way. This is exactly what happened during the move, and I essentially had to play mediator between the movers (who showed up late, worked very slowly and were careless in their prep-work) and my aunt (who constantly nagged, hovered, and started off every other question with "why didn't you guys...?" at very inappropriate times) to the point where at two times the movers were ready to dump everything out of the truck and leave. Both times I was able to difuse the situation, but the bickering between parties slowed down the process such that we finally finished around 11pm, and my Aunt kindly thanked the movers and gave them each a very big tip for "putting up with her".

Needless to say, I was not really in the mood for boning by the time I got home. And although I did make a half-hearted attempt to reach out to my bottoms to tell them I had gotten home, none of them were available at this hour either, so I just took some Alieve for my back pain and went to bed. Today (Sunday) I knew I'd need to get to the gym at some point, but the long-ranger was definitely telling me he needed to be taken out for a ride. Soon after I got up, I went online and was contacted by about 3 other guys (all Asian). I settled on one who seemed to be the most willing and accessible (yup, THAT was my criteria which is sounding more and more pathetic). When he came over, I was surprised that he had already been over a few times a couple years back, but I had decided the last time would be it. He's tall (about 6ft) but muscularly defined with a very jockish demeanor (no accent, very American). His issues were that he always liked it rough and blindfolded- no exceptions, which I got tired of. This time he came over with no mention of the blindfold (had he mentitoned it in our emails/msgs I would have immediately remembered it was him). I didn't take these pics, but they are his from his profile.

I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and took him to my boning-lair. I got behind him, pulled down his pants and bent him over to expose his smooth hole and started tongue-fucking it to get it wet. I was pretty rough with him, since I knew he liked it, and just suited up and shoved the long-ranger in his hole faster and harder than I would any "normal" fuck-bud. He bucked and pleaded, but I didn't stop pumping him from behind with a strong grip on his hips to brace my thrusts. He never told me to stop, just whined and took it. I finally flipped him over to fuck him missionary, and jammed my cock back in him, making my dick throb and grow while holding his legs up and applying steady pressure. Finally, I got the "pop" of his inner ring opening and he ghasped and moaned saying, "that last inch! it feels so good!" I savored that place, it's like a special glove for my dick-head and just moved my dick slightly in and out just to feel its tightness. I LOVE THAT! And this dude usually is just into getting abused and humiliated, but this time he was getting into it. I noticed he started jerking his miniscule prick, so I thought it would be a good time for me to pound one out, which I did. When he shot his dick, I thought I was looking at the fountain show at the Bellagio. There was cum everywhere.

I left for some errands, including getting more shirts (what the fuck happened to size small and mediums these days??? Is everyone a fucking XXL???) and some dago-T's for the gym. On my way there, I got a call from Sk8er who said he was drunk and needed me to fuck him. Boink! The long-ranger told me to head to that corral ASAP, and I did. The sex was OK since I got to fuck him however I wanted. I don't like him constantly calling me "daddy" (technically, I suppose that could be possible age-wise if I had forgotten to use a condom in highschool) or begging me not to ever cum but to keep fucking him for an hour (not gonna happen, I had other things to do). So, I'm pretty wiped for the night, considering I still have to go to work tomorrow (lousy bunch of racists!!!)

Sleepover

2010-01-10T19:00:00.000-08:00

OK kids, grab your sleeping bags, flashlights and tape-measures; it's time for the first sleepover of 2010. Before this weekend, the last time I saw Norseman was the last week of December when I was up in SF. I called him up and he said he was sitting around at his friend's house, but with nothing much to do. Since he's still living there without his own place, I convinced him to let me take him to a porno theater and get him alone in a booth. Like a champ, he let me bend him over the chair and plow his ass (he whined like a child forced to eat spinach for dinner as I was banging his hole). But now that the holidays were over, we made plans for him to stay over my place last night. We ended up having some AWESOME sex (twice), watching movies (Hostel 1 and 2) and then just sleeping together, which was pretty good, although I didn't sleep as much as I would have solo. I really should have caught a couple of shots of his pink hole pouting from his milky white bubble-butt. I know he would have let me, but I was just too wrapped up in the moment everytime I was inside him. Like I said before, he can get kind of fem and pretentious (his favorite movie is "Love, Valour, Compassion" which says a lot). And he's been adamant about not wanting to date anyone who isn't completely "comfortable" with himself (i.e. that would introduce him as his boyfriend to all friends and family...not gonna happen). So, I'm completely satisfied for now with the occasional fuck-fest.

On the gym front, I finally "broke on through, to the other side". BOOM! Suckaz...(that's my new catch-phrase of 2010, replacing "shake it don't break it"). I've been trying a lot to gain a few more pounds of mass, and can honestly say I'm at 165 lbs now; meaning that's the weight I woke up with this morning. I did it without the help of Trainer, who I ended up not working out with, since he subtly hinted that we'd be working out during his prime client 'slot' and that he'd otherwise be getting paid for his services. And although I was very tempted to say a) "since you're the one who obviously enjoys it more when we have sex, I think we should call it even" or b) "Sure. You can bill me after you loose the love-handles" I diplomatically said "Gotcha. Well, let's just find a time when it's convenient for both of us then". I understand the boy may need money, but I don't want to cross that line with him.

And although I was able to hit my mark by myself this time, I fully appreciate the value of good trainers to some people. My good friend Kev-bo is a case in point: I remember when I went to visit him back in 2007 in Montreal, we both went to his gym, La Cite, where he had a scheduled training session (I worked out alone). First, that is the BEST, most KICK-ASS gym I have ever been to; good equipment, good crowd, swank atmosphere and segregated sauna/pool/jacuzzi area. The only problem I had there was when some smarmy dude there trying to talk to me in French (I don't do French unless it's absolutely necessary) so I just shrugged. Then he asked me in English where I was from, and I said I was Latin. He said in a strong gutteral accent, "Latin women are so hot! Zey are so great in bed." I didn't make any comment or reaction. Then, he continued "I am from Syria." At which point I looked up at him bright-eyed, "No, now Muslim Arab women are FUN to fuck--especially the married ones. Most of them have never had an orgasm, so they're so grateful in bed." (Boom! Sucka...) He wasn't amuzed, and I didn't care and just continued my workout. Anyway, back to Kev-bo just a year prior back in San Francisco, he was lamenting how out-of-shape he felt. And under this trainer, the boy was looking GOOD. In fact, at the time I was probably 10 - 15 lbs overweight, and when Kev-bo and I walked naked to the huge jacuzzi together after the workout, I couldn't help but admire his slight swagger of confidence from his physique. So, I do have an open mind about trainers, but I don't think I'm ready to take the plunge yet.

Lastly, there was a tall lanky 19-year-old kid I fucked a few times back in 2007. He was pretty good in bed, but shortly after the 3rd time got into a relationship with some guy who fucked him over in more ways than I can count on 2 hands. This also left physical issues (hemhorroids) which meant he could no longer bottom. So, going back to guys who have "switched", I could count him among them, although in his case while he says he really likes to fuck as a top, he has often lamented that he misses bottoming for me. Well, turns out this year he is going to surgically take care of his little problem, and made a point of telling me how he'd definitely be up for "trying it out again". I said I'd be more than happy to oblige, and that my friend, Sven would be a great guy to join us, since he's an awesome top AND bottom, which would take the pressure off the kid (i.e. Sven is an expert at making anyone feel comfortable enough to relax). So, Sven, are you up for the first three-way of 2010???

WAAH!!!

2010-01-05T22:10:00.000-08:00

If you here that monosylabic curt yet profound exclamation from me, it connotes an unpleasant surprise, such as realizing the pair of underwear I just put on came from the freezer just seconds prior. For me to put this into perspective, I'll back up to this last weekend on Saturday morning when I had just finished boning this sweet piece of Filipino boy pussy: To that end, I really wasn't sure if I wanted to attend the underwear party (I had already had Asian that day). So, I decided to play it by ear until the evening. But just when I was psyching myself up to head to the gym, then up to SF, I got a call from Trainer who wanted to "wish me a happy new year". Riiiiight. I opted to go to his place rather than the underwear party and ended up boning him in our usual style: Good, not great. After we were done, we lied on his bed chatting and eventually started talking about the gym and how I was trying to put on some weight, and his work as a trainer. He said he wasn't taking on as many clients to train since he is heavily working on his Bachelors in Physical Therapy. And here's the thing; he has gotten some very noticeable love-handles these days. I personally like a guy with some meat on the bones, but for a gym trainer, it must be detrimental to business. I noticed another trainer at my gym who used to be in incredible shape now has a large gut and love-handles as well. This is why I really don't trust most trainers, since my theory is most go into because they already have a naturally good physique. And when age sets in or their metabolism slows, they don't know what to do about it anymore than the average shmoe.

Which brings me to today; my second day of my incredibly lackluster job. I really don't like it. I know I'm sounding negative, but I can't find much about it that I like at all. I sincerely think the only thing that will get me through each day is remembering how much I just made in salary everytime I head home. I have no one to blame since I knew what I was getting into here. But I decided I needed to workout, since it had been a few days. When I got to my gym today-- WAAH! My first weekday back to the gym after New Years, meaning it was packed with everyone and their mother who had made the New Year's resolution to "get back in shape". Part of me says "good for them", but the other part says, "uh...you know you can talk on your cell-phone just as easily OFF the butterfly machine, right?" Luckily, 90% of these people will be gone by March, so I just need to wait it out. And as if to reasure me everything would be OK, as I was leaving I ran into the Greek kid there. We chatted for a bit and I told him how crowded it was now. He responded, "Yeah, I don't think we'll be able to do anything around here for awhile." I countered, "well, why don't you just come to my house again then?" He hesitated, then said, "my wife is expecting me..." then looked back up and said, "can we make it fast?" In other words, while Persephone was back at home stuffing Dolmades, I got to stuff this:

Yup, nice Greek bubble-butt.

Lastly, I got a couple calls from OL (my ex's ex down in LA). Apparently he tried to kill himself again by alcohol poisoning and was in the hospital for 4 days. He told me this evening and I just listened to him. What the fuck am I supposed to say? I barely know this guy. I feel like all I can say is "there there". I really do hope the best for him, but I'm not very optimistic. It's the 3rd time in as many months.

Anyway, I guess I'll wrap with the parting desire and hope that the work week gets better. Maybe I'm just mopey after having all that free time. Or maybe my job really does suck.

First Fuck of 2010

2010-01-02T20:27:00.000-08:00

And here we are: 2010. Weren't we supposed to be colonizing Io by now? I just dunno. So, before I get into some boning, I have to make a few profound-as-you-want-them-to-be type comments. First, 2009 wasn't all that bad. Yes, I know a lot of people lost their jobs (I quit mine), their 401k's, their savings and even their houses. Yes, I realize a lot of celebrities died (RIP Brittany Murphy). But no one in the US was starving on the streets, crushed in an earthquake, blown up by Mohammedans or any number of horrible events which BTW DID happen around the world. So, pleeeze, let's put things into perspective, eh.

As for me, 2009 was pretty cool on a personal level. I spent half of it in Europe, which was definitely a growth experience for too many reasons to go into. But one thing I am very grateful for 2009 is I finally got to hear songs I had not heard in some cases over 25 years. Why? Because although I searched and scowered the internet and music sites, I could never find these particular songs, NAMELY because I didn't know what they were called (or in 2 cases, the artists). But because Europe has different search engines than the US, I was finally able to find them. And here they are:

1. I heard this one when I first arrived in the US as a young lad, but only once and on the radio, which didn't announce the name of it when it ended. Since my English at the time was limited, I could only make out a few words of it here and there; and some of it was WAY off. I was pretty sure it was by the Pet Shop Boys, so I'd try and google it along with some of the phrases (I remembered "get to heaven" was one line) but in the US the same hits would always come up; their song "Heaven" and "Domino dancing". I even listened to samples of what I thought was ALL their songs (no easy feat, since they made a LOT of crap). But lo' and behold, on a European search engine I was finally able to come up with:

Next, the cheesiest of my selections, yet heavy with sentimental value. I heard this at a club in Mazatlan Mexico back in the 80's as I was on my way with some random chick to feel her up in the dark-room (good times). It's a lame song, but it's a tune I could never get out of my head and never knew who it was by. Once again, the European search engines spewed forth their bounty and gave me:

And lastly, and this is possibly the most obscure and thus miraculous, as a tyke living in Ethiopia at the time, I remember one night at a performance of folkloric dance I heard one of the most beautiful songs I had ever heard in my very young life. Once again, I didn't remember barely any of the words (or even understand most of them) as I was more mesmerized by the dancing and spectacle of it all. Yet the sophisticated melody and composition (which rivaled if not surpased Beethoven's "Ode to Joy"...and I'm willing to argue this point) haunted me throughout my life up till this last year. And I finally found it; an obscure tribal dance that probably only a handful of people had ever heard outside Ethiopia. God bless the internet.

OK, now on to some less etherial subjects: the bone dance. After the initial euphoria of the new year wore off, the horniness soon set in. I knew there would be a host of out-of-towners visiting assorted relatives or friends in the area. So, I went on adam4adam and did indeed find a flight attendant staying at a hotel near SFO. I agreed to meet him, and it turns out he was a thuggish Puerto Rican (BOY do I have a thing for Boricuas) with a long uncut dick and SWEET ass (well, you be the judge, since I took both these pics with my cameraphone. The first was before we started, the second as you can see is after I thoroughly wrecked that hole.
Right after I got into his hotel (he was waiting for me butts up on the bed in a jockstrap as per my command) I let him suck me for a little. Then I moved behind him, noticed the lube and profos he had out on the dresser and put one on the long-ranger. As for lube, he'd be getting "natures choice". I slid my cock inside him and pumped him doggie. Although he was very toned and inshape, he was a bit shorter in stature, which allowed me to lift him up, throw him down on the bed, move him around as necessary etc. Finally, I got on top of him missionary and said, "I'm gonna cum. You want it in the face or in the ass?" "In my face!" he said expectantly. I repeated, "What? In the ass?" more of a statement this time. He moaned, "yes, in my ass." And I let lose and banged his boy pussy until I came. I got two rounds off with him, and all in all, a GREAT fuck. Nice guy, too. As I'm writing this, I MAY have another bottom come over, which may influence whether or not I go to the Underwear party tonite as planned (not worth paying the money to go if my balls are empty). More to come.