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!!!

"Can't keep it down" day

I've been occupied these last few days with relatives and their accompanying drama. It was my birthday over the weekend, but because of said drama, I really haven't had much of a celebration. So, here and there people have been taking me out to dinner/lunch/coffee etc for light well-wishing. Today's schedule was to take me out to lunch at a Chinese restaurant in San Francisco (their choice, definitely not mine) and then to some appartment hunting for my aunt who is apparently too wrapped up in her own world to bother. Since SF has a cornucopia of guys, far greater quantity (but not necessarily quality) I decided to make sure it wasn't just a wasted trip up there. I spoke to a guy online who is VERY much my type; white, blond/reddish hair, good shape and likes to get fucked. We talked on the phone and he sounded very masculine and no-nonsense. We seemed to hit it off and I told him I'd definitely be up for meeting when I could break away from the relatives. That moment finally came in the afternoon, so I headed over to his house. First thing was I rang his doorbell and he buzzed me into the gate. Then I walked up a few steps to where his door was, but it was locked. He kept buzzing the same front gate and then finally I heard his annoyed voice, "Hey are you in or what?!" I said, "Yeah, but your front doors locked." He gave a very gruff, "uhhhh. Wait!" Then after about a minute he walked down his stairs and unlocked his front door to let me in and said, "This shouldn't be locked." like it was MY fault. I wasn't going to take his being an asshole personally because he did look like his pic and I really wanted to get laid. But his expression was one of "hmm...do I really want to do this?" which was turning me off. Guys in SF (like any big city) have so many hangups and issues, so I just flipped my stiffening cock out so he could see it and said, "where to, dude?" That seemed to do the trick, and within about 5 minutes I was riding his boy pussy with a vengeance. I fucked him doggie, then prison-style, then missionary. He was really enjoying it- too much in fact, because I could tell he was getting ready to cum without touching himself. He finally did grab his dick and say, "you gotta cum dude, I'm gonna blow" just like that, without warning he started cumming. I wasn't going to get left out so I started pounding him hard and luckily started to get my load off before he finished his, but positioned myself so he couldn't easily push me out of him so I could finish my orgasm. After I pulled out, he didn't even say a word and just left to wash up. I took the hint and did the same. So, although I never do this, here is his pic. Consider this an asshole alert. I would highly NOT recommend having sex with Patrick, who lives in the Haight in SF.

I don't know if it was because I was forced to have such a quick and early orgasm, but after that I felt very randy, like my mission had not been completed. I planned to go to the gym anyway and that usually cures any randiness as I more often than not can barely make it back to my care these days after my workout. But for some reason, after today's workout, I went back to the locker room and honestly for some reason couldn't keep my dick soft. I felt almost like I was in highschool again or something. I had to cover myself with my towel bunched up everywhere I walked. And since this is a "gay" gym in SF, I was getting a lot of attention. I finally thought, fuck it, so what if I walk around with a semi. But it did underscore the fact that I needed to get laid AGAIN. After about 20 minutes in the sauna and showers, I realized it wasn't going to happen there, so I went home.

I went back online and talked to another 30-something white guy and invited him over. When he got here, same weird vibe; like he was hesitating. I finally coaxed him in out from the door and we went back to my room where he stopped cold. Too late-I already pulled his pants down and started massaging his butt (which was NICE). He reached around back and felt my dick and groaned, then turned to look at it. He looked fascinated like he'd never seen one before (he wasn't very big, so I guess I understand). He didn't want to suck on my dick and in fact said, "Um...is there anything I should worry about here?" This was a turn off, but I just brushed it off and said, "Nope. Negative and clean man. Verified last month." I finally started fucking him and pretty much got exactly what I wanted from him. The only exception was that he never said "fuck me" or "that's nice" or anything. He just kept saying "fuck" over and over, using it as an exclamation like, "Damn!" or "Golly!" throughout the act. After we were done, he said, "You don't remember me, do you?" Now I was REALLY annoyed, since I HATE petty games. "Nope, sorry. I've been gone for awhile so don't take it personal" I replied hoping that would be the end to this line. But he continued, "You used to live at another place. A condo." "Yup, you got me" I said putting my clothes on hoping he'd get the hint. "I came over a few years back. We made it to your room. But then I saw all the religious icons and just left." I nodded in recognition and said, "ahhhh." but in reality, I didn't remember or care at all. I just wanted him to leave at this point. I motioned him out of the room and said, "well, glad we finally got to do it then." And he finally followed me out to the door so I could let him out. When I got back online later, I got this message:

fuckin hot man. practically perfect. short setup. all business. great sex. know what the fuck yer doin. short drive. home. done. thanks.

The reality is, I don't give a fuck what made it "practically perfect" for him. Maybe I'm being a dick because I was treated badly earlier. but I'm just tired of dealing with these head cases.

More Bathroom Boning

As a way to further occupy myself in my vacation-like summer, about once a month I do these taste-test surveys. They pay about $70 for an hour and most of the time you end up sampling ice-cream that tastes like ham. Yesterday I had a good workout and tried to time it so that I'd be done with plenty of time to spare before my appointment. But I had about an hour to kill, so I went to the restrooms near my old place (also conveniently near the taste-test center). I waited in my car in the parking lot for a few minutes sizing up who was there; a scrawny 70-something man, a girly/ugly latin dude and a dumpy, middle-aged Asian man who pretended he wasn't cruising by carrying out imaginary conversations on his cellphone. Since I wouldn't put my dick anywhere near any of these guys on the worst of days, I thought I'd call it a bust and just leave. No sooner had the thought come to me than a black lexus puls into the lot, and a nicely built early 40-something blond guy gets out in dress slacks and shirt. He casually got out of his car, and confidently strode with his huge pecs jutting out towards the restrooms (setting his car alarm remotely along the way). I let him enter the bathroom for a minute or so to see if any of the other scrags in the parking lot would take his bait. When they didn't, I decided to make the move and dive in. I made it to the bathroom and he was already in the stall, so I went strait to the door to open it, knowing he was inside. If he wanted to hook up, he'd most likely leave it unlocked- it was. When I saw him up close, I was equally impressed and noticed he had a gold rolex and wedding ring. Just then, the latin queen walked in as well. Figures. I just said, "sorry" to the white stud and closed the door as if I had walked in on accident, then just stood outside to wait for the Latin guy to leave. Well, miss el salvador 1978 wasn't going anywhere and pretty much camped out right there waiting to either watch or participate. I never made eye contact with him, but my facial expression and shaking my head must have conveyed my utter disgust at him and his cluelessness. But he didn't care. Finally, the white guy just opened the stall door and walked out of the restroom. I followed.

He went to his car and started to drive away. Well, I thought since I still have 1/2 hour, I'd see if he wanted to relocate or if he was just gonna hit the freeway and head home. When he exited the lot and turned left, I knew he wanted to hit the other restrooms down the road (much less trafic). I followed him there, let him get out and head in again, then joined him shortly after. This time when he left the door open I just let myself in and locked it behind me. I flopped my cock out of my shorts with a nice semi-hardon going which he started stroking. Up close, this guy looked like he was some kind of high-powered executive who still managed to keep himself in great shape. He also exuded confidence, like he expects people to follow his orders. But guess what...he was gonna follow MY orders now. Without talking, I put my hand on the back of his head to motion him down to my dick, and he went for it. As I have said many times before, I normally HATE oral sex. But in this situation, it shows the other guy who's boss. If they don't go down at my command, I know they won't do whatever else I want, so I just leave. But this guy was sucking my cock like a pro. I reached around to feel his ass, NICE and rock hard. I couldn't wait to at least see it, so I spun him around and undid his belt so I could push down his pants. His ass was GREAT to look at; white, not too hairy and definitely in shape. I pulled out my profo and started unwrapping it with as much motion as possible. In bathroom sex, this is the last chance station for the other guy to refuse or put up a protest saying, "I'm not into that" or whatever. But etiquette is that once the condom is out and on the dick, there is no turning back. He watched me put it on, which was the "All aboard!" signal. I bent him over, got some spit on my rod, then slid it in. He was SO tight that I could only get about a quarter of it in at first. I had to take it out, reassure him and tell him to relax, put more salive and repeat for 3 more times until I could get the whole dick in down to my balls. But it was worth it. This dude could take it. We fucked for a good 10 minutes against my better judgement (I was just REALLY enjoying it) then I remembered my appointment so I grabbed his shoulder and just started ramming him till I came. I pulled out of him and flung the profo into the toilet, and he asked, "Did you cum?" "YEAH I did" I smirked. Then I saw he was holding his smaller sized cock, but it was still rock hard. I felt like being Mr Nice Guy today so I got behind him and said, "And now it's your turn" and started massaging his chest from behind. He was really liking that and within a minute he was shooting his load all over the toilet. Knowing I was most likely late, I slapped him on the ass and said, "that was great dude" then exited quickly to my car. When I turned on the ignition, I saw my clock say I had 4 minutes to go (if you're late, you don't get in and they don't pay you). I made it there since it was so close, tasted my frozen energy bars and commented how they tasted like frozen Sprite mixed with Guarana and that was it for the evening.

The more I think about it, I really should have set up a future fuck with that guy. I know he's married, but I think he would have gone for it. He seemed to enjoy it.

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.

Off my game

Friday an old fuck bud of mine who used to hold some WILD sex parties "back in the day" came over for a catch-up fuck (I'll call him "Switch" since he's truly versatile). I remember that as many guys as would come over to his house, like a dog I'd always want to sample every hole that I found attractive...but when it came time to bust my nut I'd always look around for Switch to finish inside him cuz his hole was just that sweet. I told him about my friend Bull's birthday party coming up and how much I'd been looking forward to it. Well...

When Saturday came around I thought I'd hit the gym in the late afternoon to get nice and tight since it was a pool/hot tub party and it didn't start until the eve. I don't know if it was from lack of sleep, bad food or just exhaustion from the workout, but I definitely wasn't feeling like I was on my A-game. Nevertheless, I headed to Bull's house and arrived an hour after the start time-- just in time to help him and his friends set up (yes, they were running late). When the party finally started growing, a few others from the last party arrived, as well as Sven, who had just finished fucking some young kid apparently along the way there. One of the regular tweakers ("Tweaker E") wasted no time in insinuating himself into every conversation with sexual inuendos to not-so-subtly let everyone know how horny he was. I told Sven in the hot-tub "Tweaker E's an easy lay. I have my eye on someone else, but if that doesn't work out I'll definitely fuck him." Sven agreed, and mentioned how he wanted to fuck Bull's boyfriend (preferably when Bull had passed out) but would also settle for Tweaker E. No sooner had we finished our brief when Tweaker E came to join us in the hot tub for more high-brow conversation (i.e. "I'm so horny. how about you guys?"). Sven casually got out of the tub, and Tweaker E eyed him to follow. 5 minutes later all 3 of us were in the bathroom with me and Sven taking turns on Tweaker E's ass. While this might SOUND hot, it wasn't. It was so mediocre. Tweaker E just was a bad fuck; sloppy, loose and out of synch. Still, I wanted to get off, so I did a trick I do sometimes which involves fucking a guy and jacking myself at the same time which finally produced a VERY unsatisfying orgasm. I thought, "well, that's enough then. On to fresher game." and went back to the hot tub.

OK, here's the horror part of the story; we were all nekked in the hot-tub (there were off and on about 8 guys; 7 of them VERY hot) plus one beaudacious black chick who looks and acts like a nicer version of "Tammy" from the real world LA. And one by one the guys like Sven, two black guys and one other nice Italian dude I was interested in got out to just sit on the side of the tub and essentially show off their schlongs. And just when I wanted to join in, it hit me; my dick was as small as a Chinaman's. WHAT THE FUCK! Add to this a Female to Male transexual and her friend joined us which gave me MAJOR wood-kill. I was closing my eyes and thinking of the hottest sex I'd ever had, every porno I had ever seen, every fantasy I'd ever imagined...and NOTHING. A couple guys noticed something was wrong and asked me a few times if everything was OK, and I just nodded and said, "yeah, the steam's just relaxing me is all." But I was getting more and more pissed off at myself, and maybe even a tinge of panic. I felt like the kid who has to watch all the other kids swimming but can't join in because he doesn't have permission. It was sincerely one of the most horrible experiences in my life. The only consolation was that Tammy had GREAT tits and I was really enjoying them rubbing up against me as she was very flirty--BUT STILL, NOTHING! To add insult to injury, she'd be making comments here and there about how nice certain people's dicks looked. I wanted to show her (and just show off in general) but it just was NOT happening. Anyway, this was the first time this has ever happened to me and I'm sincerely hoping it's the last. Really. Not fun. Not fun at all.

On a final note, the Italian guy I mentioned said he wanted my email, so I gave it to him without expecting anything. When I got home, a quick email from him was waiting:

Hey bud, this is A*** from ******'s birthday party. Was good to see you again. Hopefully this e-mail finds you at the appropriate contact address. Keep in touch!

Nice. Pleasant surprise. And the not so pleasant surprise I found out later is that while extremely hot, this guy is HIV positive. When it rains it pours.