Distracted

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?

More Brazilian Boning

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.

Lord of the Rings

Lately I've noticed more and more guys I hook up with have large dicks (easy examples are Sven and Hill). And it's not that I care one way or another, since I'm a total ass-man and 80% of the time I'm with a guy I never even touch their dick (unless you count it rubbing against my abs while I'm fucking missionary). But even the new guys I'm meeting up with these days have 8"+ in their profiles (and believe me, you don't need to get a decoder ring to know that a profile that says 29 y/o, 170lbs with 8" normally means 35 y/o, 185lbs with 6"). But lo' and behold, some guys are coming over with pretty massive meat between the legs, which to be honest sometimes challenges my own security in bed, since most of the time I can count on being the "bigger man". But lately I get the sense that more and more the long-ranger doesn't ride as tall as he should when coming out of the corral. So, since I always put I'm 8" in my profiles, I wanted to keep myself honest and got out the tape-measure and hand-lotion this weekend to confirm it. After about 20 minutes of serious tugging and stroking, I can indeed confirm that the long-ranger stood erect at a massive, beautiful and awesome looking 8 1/2 ". However, I'm also well aware of the energy, time and attention it took to get the blood pumping to that level. So, only a very lucky few will most likely experience that extra 1/2", therefore I'm keeping my profile at 8" (the extra 1/2" will be a bonus).

This leads me to my next story: since I got back from Europe early this summer I'd been hooking up with a 20-something Mexican-Cuban dude who puts 8 1/2" in his profile and who looks like an even "stonier" Wilmer Valderrama, so I'll call him "Will". Will is a pretty no-nonesense fuck, meaning he comes over, few words are exchanged as we head back to my "fuck den", he starts sucking me, I get his hole wet, we fuck, roll credits. This time when he came over, two things were different; my cock was way huge and full since I had been doing my stroke-marathon without actually cumming, and Will was stoned more than an israelite adulteress. True to form, the first thing he did was pull down my pants and start slobbering all over my cock. It was almost like he was in a dreamland and honestly it didn't seem like he would ever stop until I pulled him up from my schlong. I literally had to hold him up with my arms as he was pretty wasted. But that didn't stop his cock from being hard as a rock, so just for kicks and giggles I rubbed mine against his to compare; his points down like Hill's and it is definitely big- but mine was bigger. So, maybe Will is 8 1/2" on a good day, just like I am. I'm feeling generous so I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.

Anyway, because of Will's impared state, I knew I could pretty much do whatever I wanted to him, so I threw him on my bed like a rag doll and opened up his ass with my hands and burried my face inside. Will was moaning like crazy and usually, the next step is to suit-up and put on whatever lube he brought over. This time we skipped the lube and just used my own spit, which I prefer and always works well for me. He bucked and tried to resist but he just wasn't any match for my libido, when I burried my cock in him from behind. Will always makes whiney noises and monosyllabic words like he's in pain while we fuck (like "Ouch! "fuck!" "Damn!") but his stiff dick always let's me know he's enjoying it. After about 5 minutes of pumping him with slow, steady strokes from behind and then on top, I flipped him over missionary and said, "Now open your legs up and relax." He did, and I slid my cock further inside him until "Pop!" I opened up that inner ring. I LOVE when my cock pops that inner cherry, but a lot of guys are either already open irrepairably from being fucked too often or they are just not relaxed enough to open, which means my cock keeps bumping up against it when I get in there deep. But boy does it does it feel good when it gets opened (all the tops with 7" + in da house know what I'm talkin' bout??). I thought it was about time to work my magic so I started pumping Will missionary, and he was groaning and throwing his head back and forth, then grabbing my ass to push me inside him harder. Finally, I just let go and blew a HUGE load (all that "fluffing" I did earlier without cumming made me have an orgasm so intense it hurt the back of my eyes), and Will grabbed his cock and started spewing the second his hand touched it.

Will is a man of few words and always wants to leave immediately after he cums, and this time was no different. But he messaged me after he got home and said how hot it was and that next time maybe we can hang out. So, I guess in the place of having a steady fuck-bud or dare I even say, a boyfriend, my caste of regulars, namely Luberjack, Steel, Trainer, Hill, Squid, and a couple other steadies have been keeping my balls empty. This is good, since I don't think I've been a day without sex in weeks. Also, I finally got an email from Longbone (hadn't heard from him since out hook-up when I first got back to the US) saying he's been really busy but we should meet sometime soon.

Lastly, in lieu of some hot ass pics (coming very soon), a bit o' culture...

the Stones: round 2

Following my gym-day on Monday I went back on Wednesday to "break on through to the other side" on my routine in spite of some mild soreness in my back (comes and goes). It was a great workout and I lifted more weight than I had ever done previously, which was cool. But while I was working out, I noticed the discomfort was getting more and more painful. I knew I didn't pull anything, since it was like that when I walked in, and thought some time with my back on the marble in the steamroom should take care of it. And it seemed to at first. On my way home, I got a call from Lumberjack- he wanted to come over wearing my favorite; butt-out leather chaps. Now, how could I possibly refuse? I said it sounded good, but reminded him that leather chaps are not considered "sensible attire" in my neighborhood, to which he told me not to worry and that he'd take care of it. So, about 10 minutes after I arrived and prepared my "love den" he knocked at the door. When I opened it, he was there in sweats. GOTCHA! Nice. So, I let him in, told him to head back to my room and get ready. Here's what greeted me when I got there:




So, yeah, I fucking WRECKED that hole. Pounded him like his butt was my personal property. This time he didn't cum by himself (it took awhile for him to even find his dick through all the ties and straps) but it was fun.

OK, now to the horror; later on that eve I went to bed and was awoken by horrible and excrutiating pains in my lower back; but isolated to one side. Yes, my dear readers, this is the return of the kidney stone. This time I didn't try to get to the hospital or anything, since I know what to expect and how to handle it. Just gotta ride it out. And I had plenty of medication and have been using it as needed (since the last time, I'm always prepared with emergency vicodin since that scared the hell out of me). So, these last 3 days have pretty much been "lost", as I've been walking around in a stupor, fighting pain and trying to get sleep wherever I can find it. Sucks because I had to miss some social calls; namely a date with "A" and a party at Chef's house which was essentially a belated birthday gift for me. SUCKS!!!

Nuttn' wrong down stairs

So, no sooner had I penned my last post woefully mourning the fate of my sex drive and manhood when my luck had begun to turn around. I have a semi-regular fuck-bud (I'll call him Lumberjack, as he is big, scruffy, built and takes it like a man) hit me up saying he wanted to see me sometime during the week. I agreed, and he came over the next day. Now, usually I have a good time with lumberjack, since he has a very built body, a nice ass and does what he's told (he's a bit taller than me but he makes up for it in agility). But this particular day, I had been fucking him from behind, then I got him into the missionary position and something just took hold of me. Maybe it was my sense of loss at what I "missed out" at the party. Or maybe it was me questioning myself on if I had really "lost my edge". I told him, "I want yo to relax your hole, don't tighten it at all" and he obeyed. Then I started pulling my cock all the way out,but sliding it back in right before his hole clenched. He was seriously enjoying that. I said, "Yeah, you like that. I know your hole wants more cock. I'm gonna pound it for awhile just to get my dick off." Then I jackhammered the boy, grabbing his thighs and pulling them towards me slightly to meet every thrust. He was going wild. Then I let go and leaned in, positioning my face just close to his, then I said, "Now I'm gonna cum dude. You ready to take it?" He just groaned and said, "already?" "Yup, now tell me to fuck your pussy" He kept repeating over and over for me to fuck his pussy (I LOVE that!) until I just let go and started grunting and telling him I was cumming. Then, BULLSEYE, he started cumming to without touching himself. This was a first with Lumberjack, after all the times I've fucked him.


Rather than go into more details, suffice it to say that was a great way to start the week, and I got laid OVER and OVER and got my quota at least once a day. This lead up to today, when my old friend Houston came over for the first time in over a year. He had been labeled a flake, so I lost contact with him for awhile. But when he came over today, he totally redeemed himself. He let me fuck him TWICE (I LOVE fucking guys twice in a row when they are quality fucks). The boy still looks VERY nice and has been getting more and more muscular. And his donkey dick definitely hasn't gotten any smaller.

I guess another follow-up to Bull's party last week would be that "A" and I have been emailing over the week. We finally talked on the phone today and had a quick chat. I know the boy is positive, but I'm still kinda interested in seeing him on a date, and maybe even tapping the ass to see if it's any good. I'm gonna be swamped with social engagements this coming week, so I told him it would have to be towards the end of the month anyway. We'll see how that goes.