Split

So, first of all, thanks so much for the emails; I definitely feel humbled from all the kind comments (who knew? 😆 ). So, as promised, I'll now proceed to continue moving forward and go on with the current story...ready? Here goes:

So...what exactly is the back-story here you may ask?As I mentioned, I relocated with the BF to Southern California. Even though I've lived on 4 continents already, this move was actually as unique as it was special for a few reasons. When I first joined the work-force way back when, I'd be sent down to San Diego for various reasons and at the end of the workday would find myself talking with colleagues saying, "some day...I really would like to live here..." But it always seemed very untouchable, since there really wasn't much industry there (unless you were in the military, in which case you got your board taken care of) and it kind of seemed like a rich people's playground. Well, in the span of the last decade, the Californian economy has turned upside-down; San Francisco has become the most expensive real estate per square foot in the country. In other words, given how much I was making in Northern California, real estate in Southern California suddenly didn't seem so unreasonable. So, for less than I could buy a 2 bedroom/1 bathroom "fixer" in SF I ended up buying a palatial mansion walking distance from downtown San Diego. Granted, these days you'd be walking over/through a hoard of homeless and tents...so I'd definitely recommend driving. But the point is, I did it. And my BF convinced his job that he could do just as well working remotely/from home...so, that's where he lives. ME on the other hand...well, not so lucky. My job was GREAT for the first year I was there; they let me work from home in SD but I'd still come back up to Nor Cal to be in the office when I had to. But around summer of last year, they fired my manager and replaced him with one of the most hideously defective jinders (actually, he's pretty standard as far as Indians go) to the point that I knew this wouldn't end well...and it didn't. I ended up having to leave that job in November and have been kind of relaxing/recovering over that experience ever since.

So, these days since I'm not working I spend MOST of my time in San Diego, but as I'm typing this, I'm in Nor Cal. Reason being, the jobs that are most "my speed" (i.e. salary, background etc) are still in Nor Cal...haven't been able to escape that yet. I REALLY want to find something that will let me work from home in SD, but not sure that will happen. I hope it does. As you can see from the video, my BF and I have some pretty wild and amazing times together (sexually and otherwise). For those of you who know me this far, I'm 100% a top, but unfortunately, so is my BF (well, let's say he's 80% top). But he's definitely aggressive, to the point of borderline sadistic (who am I kidding? he's definitely a light sadist). By that I mean he LOVES shoving his dick in someone hard the moment it goes in...he seriously gets off on that. Plus the whole humiliation/making someone smell his armpit kind of stuff. So, when he met the muscle bottom in this video at a club and said his BF (me) was also a top, well...it's pretty much like shooting fish in a barrel. The funny thing was, in this video, I had JUST finished pounding this poor dude's butt pretty hard and was wanting a rest. So, my BF was getting ready to take HIS turn...but he was taking too long...so while we were all waiting, I just took another look at this guy's spectacular muscle butt and NICE pink hole, and had to take a few more hits from him.

So, sorry if this seems a bit rambling/disjointed. I guess that's kind of my mood at the moment. So, keep those emails and comments coming. Always good to hear from you all and reconnect.

The way home

Yup...it's me. I know it's been literally years since I've posted. And I'm VERY sorry to everyone who was asking me to continue this blog. As I've answered many of you in private, I'm seriously both floored and grateful for your kind words and admiration. Thank you, thank you, thank you once again. If there is anyone out there still interested, I'll go into what's been going on these past years. But to start off, I'll give you a quick snap-shot of my current life:

I'm still with the same guy I was with in my teens/got back together with 8 years ago now (FUCK!!! Can't believe it's been THAT LONG!!!). The difference between then and now is he is now a very successful career-man, we have a few properties (one in Northern CA and one is Southern CA; both of which I spend about 1/3rd of my time at) and I guess most importantly for the purposes of this blog, we have an "agreement", in that anyone we've already boned prior to getting together are "grand-fathered", meaning I can still get with my old "harem", but anyone new, we have to "break-in" together. One thing I never said before is that both my BF and I are 100% tops. Not saying we don't do/haven't done what couples expectedly do together; just that we're both "wired" to be tops. Not going into TOO much detail here (yet) but suffice it to say, my BF is not only a very "aggressive" top, but also very picky about what types of guys he's into (meanwhile, I'm definitely more open about body types, ethnicity etc). We do 3 ways now because a) I LOVE watching him fuck other guys and b) it allows him to get out his sexual energy as a top...which I just can't handle. As an example, here's a quick video to show you the type of stuff we've been up to:

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Got it? Satisfied? Well...we sure were 😁😃 . OK, enough of that (for now). So, another reason for me writing again is because I left my last job in November (and not under "fun" circumstances). Might go into that sometime as well, but for now I don't want to make this too heavy. But I've been taking the "down time" to travel and go back and forth between our houses (just an hour flight, so not a big deal). My last trip was two days ago, which kind of "shook" me; I got a last-minute ticket and was seated WAAAAAY back in the ass-end of the plane, and shortly after I was seated I noticed the attendants brought on a young boy (maybe 7 or 8 years old) and sat him in a row by himself. As the plane started taxiing for take-off, he started crying softly, then looked out the window and started waving. OK...I seriously can't tell you how much this moved me, because it took me back to MY childhood when I was put on a plane by myself where no one spoke my language and I had no idea what was ahead of me; it was in fact what turned out to be the tail-end of a VERY rough childhood. So, after the plane took-off, I walked over to the aisle seat of the row the kid was at and said enthusiastically, "hey, li'l bro! I seriously get really bored on planes. But you seem cool. Mind if I sit here for a minute just to stretch my legs?" The kid stopped crying for a second and nodded. "Thanks...hey, just curious; have you ever played a game called 'hi-lo' before?" He shook his head no. "Ah, well, it can be fun; think of a number...like, the exact number of times you've flown on a plane before, but don't tell me. You got it?" He nodded. "OK, I'm going to try and guess the number, and if the number I guess is too high, you have to put out your thumb and say "lower", and if I'm too low, say "higher", OK?" He nodded. Turns out this kid had flown 37 times before, which told me he wasn't crying because he was afraid of flying. After several bad "guesses" on my part, I told him that he "won" because he stumped me, and remembered I had some UK coins from my last trip and gave him one as a "prize". Turns out he was very visibly missing someone (turned out to be his Dad) that he was leaving in So Cal. I told him "You know, it's OK  to miss someone, since that means that person made life good...and it's always good to remember good times. Just don't forget to have fun and remember the life going on around you right now...because whoever you are missing wouldn't want you to be sad...he'd definitely want you to be happy and having fun...right?" He nodded. "See? That's what makes the person you are missing so awesome. So, you have to respect what they want for you, and be happy too, right?" He nodded and smiled. I told him I had to go back to my seat and "work" for awhile (really, just didn't want people starting to get the wrong idea about me sitting by a young, unaccompanied kid) but told him to let the flight attendants or me know if he needed anything...even just to play games. After I sat down, a female flight attendant came over to me and said, "I was listening to what you said from the galley; can I bring you a complimentary drink?" "Nah, all good," I responded, "I know he'll be in good hands with you guys".

So, now I'm back "home", away from the BF for another week. What will I be doing? Well, if there's anyone out there still interested, I'll let you know. Meanwhile, for all my readers, I offer this apology and promise; once again, I'm sorry for not being on these years, but if you are still out there, let me know and I will absolutely keep writing for at least the next few months. Got a lot planned...

Sex Parties: what NOT to do

I ended up going to a sex party on Friday that I had actually been looking forward to for a few weeks. It was at a private house in SF and the hosts were very selective on their invites; masc, in-shape, under 35 only...but there were definitely a few people older than 35...even one of the hosts. When I showed up, it was a nice, but smallish SF bottom flat unit. They did it up pretty well with black-lights and matresses in various parts of the 2-room+ kitchen space and there were already many guys there standing around chatting in their underwear. The issue here is...this went on WAY too long, meaning they wanted it to be more like a social party where people ended up having sex as opposed to a sex-party where people ended up socializing. Plus, they had alcohol so a few of the guys were getting louder, queenier and more obnoxious as the time wore on. But I have to say, aside from those individuals, the hosts did a very good job of selecting the guests; I would have gladly fucked 80% of them. I had my eyes on two hot guys in jockstraps, who it turns out were boyfriends (or bottom-buds apparently). As the crowds started (FINALLY) getting more handsy, the jockstrap dude I was REALLY wanting started making out with some smaller, twinkish dude. Rather than go to "plan B" which was to get with his boyfriend, I decided to let this play out since a) I'm not into kissing, but would let the twink do all the lip-work and b) this would most likely get the other dude horned up eventually, and from the looks of things the twink had nowhere near the equipment I had, so no competition. Sure enough, the two soon started pulling out and rubbing each other's dicks while rolling around/making out on the matress. As for me, the long-ranger let me know he was up for a ride, so I casually moved toward the pair and pulled my cock out. The jockstrap dude looked up and didn't miss a beat- he practically lept from the arms of the twink and onto my cock and started sucking. I let him do it for a few minutes, then leaned in and said, "you have an awesome ass, dude! Want me to slide my cock in so you can see how it feels?" He nodded, putting a condom on and bending over doggie. Good boy! I put some spit on it, slided it in, and started a very slow fuck. He was loving it, and so was I. I don't know how many people were watching us, but two more couples joined us on the matress in their own make-out session as we fucked.

I flipped the dude over missionary, and we were face-to-face; he was a hot, 20-something white guy with dark hair, light skin and blue eyes (kinda looked like a younger version of Scott Wolfe back in the day). I was giving him a good fucking, but dodging his kisses (he had garlic breath too). Then suddenly, he pushed me out and smiled, saying, "I need to rest up for a minute." I tried my best to smile back and not let on how fucking annoying that was. So, I started stroking his neck, massaging his hole, licking his nipples-- just trying to get the dude's motor running again. I don't know what I did, or if anything, but he lifted his legs and just guided my cock back in (I took the cue and started fucking again). This time, I was like, "pshhh, fuck HIM!" and decided I was just going to get my rocks off before he changed his mind again. So, I started pushing in him harder and more agressively, till I just let loose and shot off a nice load (I tried to keep my voice down tho, as there were still conversations going on around the party and I didn't want to draw attention). I thought I was going to be all cocky and just pull out and casually say "later, dude" but I looked down at his abs and he had shot a conspicuously huge load all over himself (bulls-eye, BEE-YOTCH!) So, I guess I did the trick without even caring. Hitting a bulls-eye did put me in a better mood, so I smiled and slapped his butt lightly as I pulled out and walked over to the bathroom. When I walked in and turned on the light to wash up, I noticed the condom I was wearing was in a ring around the upper part of my dick; at some point it had broken, so I was essentially barebacking that dude and that huge load I shot was somewhere deep inside him. I quickly started washing up (wasn't in a panic, but still, better safe than sorry). When I exited the bathroom, I looked around for the dude to let him know what had happend, but he had already changed and left with his boyfriend.

My attention quickly turned to a tall 30-something Viking-looking blond dude. He was thin and lanky, but had a very solid bubble-butt and ALSO came with a boyfriend (skinny skater-looking dark-haired dude). They were both hanging out in the kitchen, when almost spontaneously the Viking started fucking his boyfriend, standing up. I watched for a bit as my cock started getting nice and big then from the show in front of me. Then, just as suddenly, the skater dude stepped away and left, leaving the Viking with his curved 6" dick in the air. I walked over to him and said, "damn, that was hot, dude. You know how to fuck." He smiled and replied "thanks." I said, "maybe you should rest up for awhile and let someone help YOUR butt out now." he smirked and said, "it's possible..." Not knowing what that meant, I just smiled back and waited around to see where this went. His boyfriend soon came back and dropped to his knees and started blowing his Viking. I saw my opportunity and parted that incredible bubble-butt to massage his hole; no reaction or defense...so yeah : ) I suited up and slid inside him from behind as his boyfriend blew him. As I started pumping, I felt the skater-dude's hand from below lightly stroking and pulling on my balls. This was a first...and it felt AWESOME. I took advange of this and just pumped out orgasm #2. After that, I was pretty much done from the night and went home. Why? I didn't really feel like socializing, and clearly the hosts did not seem to understand the difference between a sex-party. So, a note to all you sex-party organizers; do NOT create an environment where guys can just hang around in their underwear all night...cuz many of them will. Do NOT have the social areas in ear-shot of the sex areas, because it puts a lot of guys off (especially when they hear cackling queens while trying to do some boning). And do NOT serve alcohol unless you have someone who can manage drunks... because they will show up.

Lastly, I hit another bulls-eye 2 days after the party with a regular fuck-bud from my harem. Never happened with him before, so it was hot (for both of us). Not going to go into the whole ego-stroking conversation that followed, but yeah... : ) Anyway, off to Puerto Rico next week.

ABCD part 4

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 saying 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

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

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

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...