Hair Today...

Since I alluded to my minor surgery in my last post and have decided that all my friends who read this blog now know about it (and those who read the blog that I don't know probably can't identify me) I can now affirm that I was referring to a hair transplant. This is actually my second (the first was 9 years ago). My "issues" were that I just really don't want a receding hairline and I was due for a touch up from the last time. I will say with all sincerity that this time was 80% more pleasant and effective than the last one in the procedure AND recovery time (there have been a LOT of advancements made). So, in just over a week I am now doing regular activities (i.e. working out, shopping etc) without a hat. And something I learned from the first time; the only people who can usually tell you've had work done are a) barbers/stylists b) doctors or c) people who have also had them. So, while I can spot them a mile a way (pretty much any male actor on TV past the age of 35 has had one) when they are done well, there's really little way of detecting them unless you know what to look for. And while I made the mistake of telling my aunt (telegraph, telephone, tell an aunt = tell the world) I'm strangely at peace knowing my entire family knows about it now. It doesn't phase me, since a) I look good with it b) it means they know I have money to do something like that. But it does also underscore my vanity, which is why I'm sincerely thinking of doing some volunteer work (starting next week) just to get myself back on ballance.

Wednesday was another Game night at Sven's. We ended up working out together at the gym, then heading over to his house after. The game itself was nearly not as momentous as the incredibly tasting ice-cream drumsticks served (for some reason they just really hit the spot) as well as the conversations Sven and I had afterwards, which involved Bull and my time during the 4th of July party. It actually got pretty gossipy and reminded me of two highschool jocks ripping on the the lesser members of the clique when they weren't around. But our humor is so in synch that we just kept going in spite of being the only two finding the conversation amusing or entertaining.


And lastly, I did get to do the "bone dance" with a kid I used to fuck from time to time before I left for Europe (he's from Acapulco, 23 now and looks like a cliff-diver, so I'll call him "Cliff"). He's always been a consistently good fuck. This time when he came to my place we didn't waste too much time on pleasantries. After getting his NICE hole wet (well, you be the judge) I started fucking him from behind. I would slowly adjust his body little by little, never losing a stroke until finally I was on top of him in the missionary position. This time for some reason, the boy was going crazy; he grabbed his ankles with his hands, spreading them wide open and gave me a look like, "Do it! It's wide open for you." I took some DEEP long strokes inside him and LOVED the fact that I could feel all the rings inside his hole (guys with long dicks out there...you know what I'm talking about). I gave it to him for a good 1/2 hour and then thought I shouldn't be too greedy as I might wear him out. So, we both came with me on top of him humping his boy-pussy (he did have to jack himself off tho).

On the Mend

I've been on the mend since a) I got the flu from who I suspect is either my aunt or little cousin b) had a minor medical/elective surgery last week. So, I've been heads down for about a week and doing a pretty good groundhog impression by only poking my head out of my door to collect mail and make quick trips to get food. Although I haven't hit the gym for over a week, I'm SO happy to say that all the creatine and protein shakes has been keeping me pretty stable as far as my physique, whereas before I started this routine I'd loose all my muscle tone within 4 days of not working out. I HIGHLY recommend the creatine and protein combination for anyone interested. I was a skeptic for too long.

Last night I finally got an uncontrolable urge to jack off right before bed, which I did. Then this morning, I had a raging case of morning wood. "NICE!" thought I, but then I had to make take a quick reality check in the mirror to make sure my self-confidence was at a satisfactory level, since I won't be winning any beauty contests for the next week or so. For this reason, I thought if I'm gonna hook up, it shouldd probably be with someone who knows how I normally look, so they would hopefully take today's shabby/scruffy/unkempt appearance as either a novelty or just a bad day but not think to much about it, as opposed to giving a first-impression to a first-time fuck. I went online and was hit-up by a guy I'd been talking to for about a month, who lives 1/2 hour away down south. Since it would have been our first time, when he asked if he could come over I said, "That would be great. But today's kind of out. Definitely up for it and available later this week if you are." To which he responded, "Sure. And hey, if you have any other tops you want to invite too that wouldd be awesome." OK....if you remembered my previous post on the subject, you know how irritated this made me. So, I just waited a minute or so, then responded back, "Sure thing. And hey, if you have any other hotter bottoms you can bring with you that I can fuck when I get tired of your ass, that would be cool too." Loooooong silence. Then a simple message: "hot". Since you can't detect facial expressions or body language over the internet, I was wondering if I made my point or not.

The good thing was almost immediately afterwards I got hit up by Ozzie (the guy who looks like Ozzie from Survivor"). Since I'd boned him a few times now and we'd both seen each other on the 'scruffy' days, I thought he'd be PERFECT. I went to the house he was at, which wasn't his, so we couldn't use any of the bedrooms. I told him we could do it on the floor, and he smiled, then pulled off a few pillows from the couch and threw them on the ground. Then he knelt down in front of me and pulled out my dick and started sucking. Normally, I don't like oral on my dick, but today was different since it had been so long for me having sex of any kind. It was probably the sheer excitement of knowing I was gonna get some ass, so the long ranger was rock hard. While Ozzie was nobbing my cock, I said, "hey, man. Remember last time you wanted me to get some pics of us fucking? Well, this time I brought a camera." He moaned and you could tell he was getting really turned on by this. At that point, I pulled him up off my dick, spun him around, roughly pulled down his shorts and underwear and pushed him over and "posed" him in the position I wanted him in. Then I got out the camera and took some nice shots (well, you be the judge). After I got what I wanted, I suited/lubed up, lifted Ozzie's legs, inserted my cock into his EXCELLENT hole and just started pumping him missionary like a wild-man. Last time I think I "overfucked" Ozzie as I did it to him twice and spent about 2 hours inside him to the point that he was really sore the next day. This time, I was really not even thinking, but just overwhelmed by the sensation and pleasure of pounding his ass, that I didn't even time it, control it, or even check to see if he was enjoying it. And to be honest, sometimes it just works out when this happens...and this was one of those times. After probably only 5 minutes of slamming that poor kid's ass, I felt the orgasm coming. I didn't hold back, hold out or even care. I just let go and started shooting and grunting pretty loud (probably one of my most intense orgasms in a LONG time). Let me just say, some guys (and women) are noisy when they cum, almost to the point of being obnoxious. I'm usually vocal, but also very respectful of my surroundings; but not today. I was pretty overcome and carried away, and I admit that. So, when I was done forcing every last drop of cum out of my cock, I looked down at Ozzie (oh yeah....that's who I was fucking) and saw he had a HUGE grin on his face. The little fucker was getting off on watching me. Right when I realized that, a thought occurred to me, so I took a quick glance down at his dick...yup, Bull's-eye! He had a pool of white cum across his abdomen. "Cool, my job here is done" I thought. But just as I was getting ready to pull out of him, he grabbed my ass and said, "Can you stay in me for a little bit more? I want to cum again."




My first thought was that was wishful thinking on Ozzie's part, since I'M usually the one who cums twice. But I thought since he's usually such a good sport, I'd give it a couple of minutes, since my dick really was still very hard and it really did feel good inside him (not overly sensitive yet). So, I just grinned at him, leaned my body back so my weight was now on my thighs and started thrusting inside him again. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he grabbed his boy-dick and started jacking like crazy. He used his own cum as lube and I was getting turned on because his dick really was hard and he looked like he really might have a chance at getting his rocks off (as opposed to guys who have whiskey/chrystal/weed dicks where you know there is no chance in hell they're gonna get hard, let alone get off). Ozzie started jacking even faster, and I was getting into it and started encouraging him as I pumped my cock inside him, "come on dude! You can do it! show me your load." And then, there it went: his dick started shooting like a geiser- this time hitting him in the face.

As hot as that was, I knew I wouldn't be able to cum again, so we just left it at that and I left the boy to reat up. But a couple hours later, I got hit up by yet another old fuck-bud who I decided to invite over. Not as good or exciting as Ozzie's adventure, but he did get my second nut of the day, so all is well again.

Signs of Depression

Yeah...we've all been there. But this post isn't about me. I mentioned awhile back how Guido has been constantly asking when I'm going to make it back to Chicago to visit him. The fact is, I don't like Chicago and if I went it would only be a) for work/business or b) solely because of him, which is a very risky reason to plan a vacation of that magnitude, so I've been holding off. Over the last 2 months since I've been back in the US, Guido has also been asking me for pictures (naughty ones) and I have obliged him on 2 occasions even though I HATE taking them. When I ask for some in return, he would invariably send me ones that were from last year (the ones you're seeing here). I'd bring this up saying, "dude, I want to see what you look like NOW" and he'd say, "well, I haven't changed much." Well...

I noticed our conversations were getting more and more dour. Meaning Guido was constantly saying how bad his life sucks, since his job pays so little, he doesn't like where he lives, he doesn't have any social life etc. Anytime I try to make a suggestion like going back to school, looking for jobs, joining some type of social activity, it's always shot down with "you just don't understand. I'm stuck." Classic depression. And then, last night after reminding how I had painstakingly sent him some new pics of me, he finally broke down and sent some on the spot:




Before anyone thinks I'm being shallow, keep in mind I like a WIDE range of body types. I'm just showing the before and after to stress a point; this boy is in severe throws of depression. He let himself go in so many ways (not showing his face pics so you'll have to take my word here). You can tell he's drinking a LOT. This was in a sense good for me to see so I don't obsess about making a trip to see him anymore. Not because I'm not interested, but just because I know it would not be a good time. I've been depressed before, and I've helped many of my friends through it as well. But it's not fun for any of the parties involved. And in Guido's case, there's only so much I could do if I were there for a few days (he's told me repeatedly he wouldn't be able to take off work) and even less I can do for him long distance. All I can do is continue to be a friend to him and give him my moral support. Depression sucks.

Phoning Phrenzy

You've all probably heard the old joke kids; crank calling someone and asking "Is Jeremy there?" then when the victim says no, hanging up and calling back, repeating "Is Jeremy there?" Then when the victim says no, calling back a 3rd time and saying, "hello, this is Jeremy. Do I have any messages?" Welllll...when I left for Europe last year I gave up my cell phone and made sure I could still communicate with my friends via email or internet phone. But since I've been back, I've heard repeatedly from friends who have tried to get in touch with me, so they call my old number and end up speaking to a (by now) very annoyed "Dr Long" who relays in a very irritated tone that this phone no longer blongs to a person named "Suave". Almost makes me wonder how many lost booty calls are sitting in Dr Long's voicemail. Oh well. She's a doctor and I'm sure she's heard it all.

Leading to today's rant; Brazilians are so mediocre. Great music. Good soccer team. But just plain mediocre in bed. I was talking to this guy online about a month ago and I noticed his writing was not native English, so I asked him where he was from. Seriously, there are certain people I will just NOT stick my dick inside...and I can usually smell them a mile away. He kept evading the answer until he finally said "Italian". I knew he wasn't but said, "listen, if you aren't proud or honest with who you are or where you come from then you're not worth my time." And I blocked him soon after that conversation. But lo' and behold, today he messaged me under a DIFFERENT name and although something was slightly familiar about the conversation, I didn't know we had spoken earlier until he called to ask directions. At that point, from his pretty Brazilian accent I said in Portuguese, "Hey, are you from Brazil?" He said IN ENGLISH, "no. I'm Italian", to which I said in ITALIAN, "Oh, hey, your accent sounds very Brazilian. You totally could have fooled me there." Then a few seconds of quiet on the phone. Finally, he responds, IN ENGLISH, "actually I AM from Brazil." Now I knew who he was, and asked, "Why did you lie then?" "I just don't like talking about where I'm from" he responded. I was just not feeling it at this point so I said, "great, well, when I'm getting ready to head out now, so let's talk later." then hung up. Usually, Brazilians are like ultra-proud and borderline arrogant that God made them Brazilian. So, whatever this guy's issues were, I didn't know or care. I just didn't trust him at this point. So, plan "B"; another guy had been messaging me to say he was interested. He is black, toned, tall and had a ghetto-style brand® Booty. He said his name is "Nando", which is pretty common in any Latin-language country, but his voice was just like a pretty random American gay-boy. When he came over, he started channeling Barbara Walters as if on a celebrity interview. But I since I wasn't in the mood to talk about what tree I'd really rather be, I stopped answering his questions and abruptly started undressing him. He didn't appreciate it at first and told me to slow down, but I ignored him and soon had him bent over my bed with me fucking his ass doggie style. He started moaning in enjoyment and then asked for some lube so he could jack off. I ignored him again as I just got more annoyed since I HATE when guys get lube all over everything, especially ME. I flipped him over missionary and banged his hole harder and harder till I shot my load. Then, being the benevolent fuck that I am, with my dick still inside him I reached over and grabbed the lube and poured some on his cock. "I want you to keep fucking me and jack me at the same time" was his response. He had a nice 7-inch dick and I thought it couldn't hurt. But after about 3 minutes I was done with this, so I said, "I want you to finish now." He took the command and started jacking himself, then commanded me to fuck him harder. I obliged to give him a big finished and pounded him like a jackhammer with my semi-hard dick still in him. After we were done, he started in with the interrogation again, asking (among other things) "Are you portuguese?" "Nope. You're the first person to ever accuse me of that" I replied. Turns out he was in fact from Brazil, but moved here when he was 2 years old, blah blah blah. I don't know if it was him personally, the Brazilian dude that soured me before he came over, or just my mood today in general, but this guy couldn't shut up and leave soon enough. Even after putting on my clothes, he still laid in my bed asking questions until I finally said, "Hey, I have to do some errands before the places close." He took the hint and asked to was off "real quick", which of course turned out to be 10 minutes. While in the bathroom, I could hear him doing yet one last that annoys me: when guys use half a fucking role of toilet paper to clean up!!! You DON'T need to make a paper mitten every time you wipe yourself!!! Anyway, this just proves my working theory of Brazilians as mediocre fucks. So, when white guys go on about "Man! Brazilians are SO HOT!" I just subtly look away and roll my eyes.

Tweakers in the Mist

Yesterday I went to a 4th of July party out in the boonies of Vallejo at an acquaintance of mine's house (we'll call him "Bull"). I met Bull 4 years ago through Sven, at the same party. When I got there, it was a small crowd of about 8 guys including the host. They were all in their early 20's to mid 30's and verey masculine, nice looking, laid-back/chill and friendly. In fact, what really struck me was the total lack of any kind of attitude. And I was caught off guard with the speech patterns of this new species, hearing things like, "Wii was sick for like a minute, till people were like, hey X-box is still a mess." And then came the drugs- every kind imaginable. I was feeling kind of like Jane Goodall at this moment and just wanted to stick around and see what took place, and at first there was a lot of pot-smoking, followed by harder drugs as time went on. Just before sunset, I went in the hot-tub and was soon followed by a few others, including a cute 20-year-old shaved-headed Mexican kid who essentially latched on to me like a little brother for the whole party. Bull came in too, and when the sun went down, the trunks came off and there was quite a bit of underwater groping. When guys grabbed my dick, if I was into them, I'd eventually rub their hole to get the message across. One blond 29-year-old tweaker with a GREAT body/ass was really getting into me and I asked him if he'd be up for letting me fuck him. He nodded and said, "well, I usually charge for that. I'm a professional. But I could go for that right now." Since he was high on any number of chemicals, I had no idea if it would actually happen, but 10 minutes later we were in the bathroom with my dick in his NICE pink hole. There was some moron who kept knocking at the door (rude, since there was another bathroom free just a door away) and the tweaker was getting nervous. So, I turned on the shower to drown out any sounds, but he got really turned on and stepped inside the shower and spread his cheeks for me. I took the signal and started pounding him from behind in the shower until I came. He seemed disappointed after I came, but FUCK! We were going at it for about 15 minutes and people most likely DID need to use the bathroom at some point. What I thought was funny was as I was dressing, the "professional" said, "hey, can I get your number?" I scribbled something illegibly and handed it to him with a smile and left.

By now there were about 20 or so people and it turns out the knocking was some German who was tripping on some "G" (no idea) and when I got out they were lying him down on the floor of the living room to recover. I made my way to the kitchen for some food when the Mexican kid came up to me and said "where were you, bro?" I just smiled and said, "having fun?" He said "Yeah. That hot-tub was a trip with everyone grabbing me like that." I said, "if you liked it, we can hook you up." He flashed a HUGE grin, which I took as "yes, please." I went over to bull and said, "hey, man. That 20-year-old kid really needs to get laid. Think you'd be up for it?" With an absolutely no nonsense tone and facial expression, he said, "yeah. You're coming too, right?" I said, "um...sure". 10 minutes later, back in the same bathroom, the kid and I were taking turns on Bull's ass. The kid had a MASSIVE fat uncut dick (which unfortunately curved to the side a bit). But Bull took it like a champ as we pounded him over and over. I came a second time, but the kid seemed to be enjoying it too much and never actually finished.

After we were done, the kid and I went back to the hot tub (for like the 5th time that night) where there was more groping and socializing. I wasn't up for anymore sex, but it really was relaxing to socialize with this group, with the exception of the only doughey queeny guy there who was really out of place and obnoxious. When I got out I saw a bit of drama going on in Bull's bedroom so I went over. Turns out now he was tripping on this "G" and pounding walls, slapping his hands wildly and even head-butted a poster of his. He's a big guy so people were trying to calm him down, I saw his bed was occupied by two other guys passed out (one of them the guy I fucked earlier) so I pushed them over to make room and signaled to one of Bull's friends to try and get him to lie down. Just as I was making space the doughey-queeny guy sits down on the bed. I said in a very low tone, "hey man, can you give us some room, we're trying to get him to lie down and relax." The queen got up without a word and walked away. We got Bull down and he started immediately snoring and making wild noises. I thought I should call it a night. I went out to collect the rest of my clothes when the queen met me there and snarled, "I'm going to say good by to my friends now, I hope that's OK with you!" I said, "cool. you probably want to stay out of Bull's room tho since we just got him to sleep. He was pretty messed up because of some "G" apparently." The queen continued defiantly, "I'm the one who BROUGHT the "G"!" "We've all been doing "G" for 15 years now. I know my friends." I just looked at him and said, "good for you. You must be very proud." The queen said, "Listen! You've been disrespecting me in front of my friends the whole night!" Then I just turned my back and said, "whatever dude. Not interested." and left. Now it was obvious why this guy was invited, and it wasn't for his personality.

I guess what struck me was how boring these people were in an interesting way. They were "hot", but repulsive. Meaning, I didn't mind having sex with any of them, but I couldn't see having any of them as friends. Except for the Mexican kid (who smoked pot, but didn't do any of the harder drugs). He left with me and said, "are you sure you know how to get back home?" I assured him I did. He said, "well, just follow me to the freeway cuz I'm local and know my way around." I really thought his taking on the role of "big bro" now was so cute. He even texted me (yup) twice to be sure I got home OK. I might stay in touch with him, but since he lives so far out there (an hour drive) probably will be more of a virtual contact kind of thing.