Couldn't care, Lez

Caution: socio/political/sexual rant ahead: I come from a pretty liberal family (what many would call the "liberal elite", including some aging Communists who still haven't "got the memo" as my good friend Chef would say). As for me, I'm too all over the map to be put in one box--conservative on abortion and spending, liberal on healthcare and education, libertarian on drug consumption and foreign affairs. What really steams my clams is the fact that nearly all lesbians I come across (note: not bi or part time lesbians) seem to be so predictable in their politics its almost tedious. In San Francisco, Gay or Straight, pretty much everyone agrees on most issues facing the country. They all came in/creamed their pants when Obama was elected, they all blame everything from the economy to static cling on Republicans, and they tend to believe that they are on a higher plane intellectually and spiritually (even the atheists). OK, now here's the story...

I'd been talking to this guy online for about 3 months, let's call him Norseman. Norseman is originally from back east but was moving out to SF and we'd been planning to meet once he got out here and became settled. His pics were hot, and his ass was extraordinary (I mean that). Even though he sounded a bit smug and gay on the phone (much like someone you'd come across in a soiree in Mid-town Manhattan) I had a hunch his ass would compensate. He finally got the opportunity to drive to my place from SF (a rarity, since SF guys don't travel...so I guess he hasn't "converted" yet). When he showed up, he was like an early 30-something Scot Wolf. Very nice face, about 15lbs heavier than in his pics, but still nice looking. We had a few minutes of touring my house, followed by small talk, which finally led to my bedroom (not the rumpus room). I'm not going to get into too much detail here, but we ended up fucking 3 times. His ass was THAT good. I was really impressed. So impressed, that after the 3rd round I asked if he wanted to join me in the jacuzzi for some post-coital relaxation, and he said yes.

The jacuzzi is part of my private community but it is rarely ever used. But this was Sunday afternoon, so lo' and behold there was a thin, 40-something woman with a crew-cut and bright green 1-piece bathingsuit ready to get in as we showed up. The jacuzzi is big enough for about 10 people, but her look was one of extreme annoyance and inconvenience as we showed up. She pretended not to see us and just got in, and we did too. Norseman and I began talking about light themed subjects, and I soon became aware that his "Manhattan gay tone" does not have an off-switch; it's who he is. So, no matter where he goes, yeah, you know. But this weird woman was the only other person around, so I really didn't worry about it and we just kept talking. Finally, the topic of drugs came up, and happily, he started saying how he never does drugs (not even poppers, gratefully, and I did notice this in bed) but how he has seen how bad the effects are. I said the same thing, and we then started talking about how different people we knew were addicted to specific drugs. Then either he or I started talking about Marijuana, at which point the buoyant woman pretending not to notice us sharply turned around and asserted, "you can't POSSIBLY put pot in the same category as addictive drugs." I was totally taken aback, since I didn't know this chick, nor did I care to. But Norseman held his ground and stated how he knew several people in his family (so do I) who were in fact addicted to marijuana. Then a heated discussion ensued, and this woman managed to expound on all her views ranging from abortion, to gay marriage (surprise) to legalizing drugs etc. To say it was obvious she was a lesbian would be to say it is obvious Ted Koppel wears a rug. I could have told her what she thought on any subject. She was that predictable.

And not surprisingly, Norseman and she agreed on a LOT. And I found out that I really have very little in common with Norseman politically speaking. But what I liked was that he was able to stand his ground and discuss things, backing what he said up with facts (real ones) and took the other side's point into consideration. That's the difference between being a brain-dead liberal/conservative which I find more and more irksome these days.

This will be my last post for awhile, since I will be heading down to LA to visit my crack-head ex and possibly participate in an intervention this coming weekend. So, wish me success. Stay happy. And TELL ME THIS ASS WASN'T WORTH IT:

Word of Mouth

Tonite was definitely one for the books, and there's a moral to this story too. I'd been talking to a 21-year-old kid online for awhile and he'd been telling me how much he wanted to hook up, but he didn't have a car or a place. So, that really made things difficult. But yesterday, he and I had this conversation:
Kid21: Hey, I didn't know you knew "Ozzie"
Me: Ozzie? yeah. For about 3 years now.
Kid21: kewl. He's a frnd of mine. Known him for a few months now.
Me: cool. yeah, nice guy.
Kid21: He told me U R a great fuck : P
Me: He's correct.

Long story short, the Kid wanted to do a 3-way with Ozzie and me, which was convenient since Ozzie lived near him and could pick him up and bring him here. GREAT! So, tonite they came over; they each had a Mohawk and were stepping on cigarettes as I answered the door. I led them back to the "play-room" and we started talking about what was going to happen. I asked the Kid if he was into being a bottom, like Ozzie. He said he didn't have much experience with it, but was interested in trying. At that point, I knew I was going to have a GREAT time with twice the hole. I took off my sweats, and the Kid started sucking my cock. Then I got Ozzie to join in (hey, there was enough cock for both of them). After they both got my dick sloppy wet, I took their clothes off and posed them on the bed, butts up. Then I went back and forth between their holes, getting them both wet and hot.


Just the sight of their asses in the air was getting to be too much for me. My cock was at a full erection and I didn't know where to start. I thought since Ozzie was an "expert" bottom I'd start off inside him so the Kid could see what would be coming. I slid inside Ozzie's hole and gave him some slow, long strokes. He was clenching his hole around my dick and started rocking his butt to meet my strokes. We all knew he was enjoying it, and the kid's eyes were wide open watching us. "that's HOT!" was all he could say. "Yeah, it is." I responded, then slid outside of Ozzie's butt and stepped over to the kid, still bent over. "Now it's your turn" I said as I popped my cock into the kids hole. He was definitely tighter and more nervous. He was shaking a lot and I even thought he might have been tweaking, but it turns out he was really just a novice. After I got a good rythm going, the kid was really enjoying it. Then I started slipping in and out between Ozzie's and the Kid's hole; it was GREAT to feel the difference between them.

I ended up finishing up the first round inside the kid. Then I coaxed him into getting his 6" dick inside Ozzie. I told him how to fuck Ozzie; first on top of him while Ozzie was on his stomache, then from behind. The kid was going to town on Ozzie's ass, and I was feeling like my dick needed more attention, so I slid it back inside the kid. Now the kid was in heaven; pumping his dick and backing his ass into me-- getting it at both ends. It was hard to know what he enjoyed more; my cock in him or Ozzie's hole surrounding his dick (but..heh heh, I had my suspicions : )

Since I had already used the kid's hole to get my dick off the first time, I didn't want to make Ozzie jealous, so when the Kid looked like he was out of breath from pumping Ozzie from behind, I casually let him know I wanted a turn and slid my dick out of the kid. He obeyed and I flipped Ozzie on his back and did him missionary. It took me about 2 minutes of fucking to shoot my second load. NICE! Just as I was cumming, the kid started spurting all over Ozzie's face...good for him.

So, the moral of the story is treat your bottoms well. Because they do and will talk to each other. My rep is pretty high, which got me to bone two HOT guys tonite at the same time. Life is very good.

The generational divide

I came to the conclusion that I'm going to stop seeing Rob. There are two major factors here: 1) he's a busy guy (4 kids, mother, ex-wife, business etc) and I'm not demanding priority position in his life, especially since we've only just started to see each other. But at the same time I don't like being "squeezed in" on a booty-call basis for someone I'm supposedly "dating". 2) he really is bad in bed. Were he an amazing fuck, I'd totally be happy with a weekly/bi-weekly booty-call (that's what booty-calls are for). He called tonite to apologyze for how busy he's been and how he wants to make it up to me soon, but I told him in very vague terms that it's OK and he needs to do what he he needs to do. I think he got the message from the indifferent tone.

For the last couple of days, I'd been boning this 21-year-old "sk8er" kid (that's how his internet profile reads). He's 6' tall, dyed black hair with a "faux-hawk" and nose ring. Despite his best efforts, he really is a physically cute kid. The first time we had sex was pretty cool: I did him from behind to start and he took it like a champ. When I got him on his back, he drew me into his butthole with his legs and begged for me to do it harder. Now, I like this, but the next time he came over he got more and more bossy about it, telling me to do it harder, not to stop, not to pull out, not to move, not to do this or that. It really did get annoying...but not nearly as annoying as his "Tru dat" and "mmm-hmmmmmmmmm" responses for everything I said. Equally annoying was his texting, which he did at any moment of free time. So, this will pretty much be the last time I see him.

Thinking about things; roughly 50% of the guys I hook up with are under 25 these days. Not because I want to, but those are just the guys that seem to be attracted to me. And while Rob presented the first supposed option for dating that I've entertained in a long time, as mentioned, that is not gonna happen. But it has forced me to compile a mental list (now not so mental, since it's being typed on the internet) of qualifications that I would like in a potential dating situation:
- 31 to 39 y/o
- former jock or nerd (NOT a fem, queen, circuit boy etc)
- picks up the check at least 25% of the time
- speaks English very well (first language a plus)
- speaks a second language well
- likes travel, the outdoors and roadtrips (extra points for singing 80's/90's tunes)
- values loyalty, personal honor, and confidence
- doesn't do drugs (drinks alcohol once a week MAX)
- keeps himself physically fit, either at the gym or thru sports
- last but not least; likes to get fucked and can take it at least twice a day

The last part is the most important, in that if all the other qualifications are met, then hey, I might as well have a very good friend. The sex part is what makes dating material. And since I've been around the block, I also know this is a tall order that is next to impossible to fill...but not necessarily impossible.

A.B.C.D.

Abbreviation for "A Big Cock Debate". When I was just a newly post-pubescent teen I remember hearing over and over how 15cm (6") was the length of the "average" penis. I don't exactlyknow where this came from; possibly some 1960's Kensey survey or whatever. But it was fairly ingrained. Then when I moved to the US, I remember having discussions later that the "average penis" was in fact 5" in length. I wasn't going to argue, but it did puzzle me. Then one day as I was showering after wrestling practice, I guess for the obvious reason of naked guys of all sizes and nationalities showering around me, the thought occured to me that maybe 6" WAS actually the "average penis" size, and that since the US was all about marketing, they deliberately moved the number from 6 to 5 so more men could feel superior for being "above average". At the same time, noticing how many Asians were in my class, I thought that maybe at one point, the "average penis" USED TO BE 6", but with the influx of Asians the average was brought down to 5". Then a final observation came to me that all of us guys in the locker room with big dicks seemed to take the longest to shower and get dressed...but I digress.

So, if I'm to believe these "new" figures that 5" is the average penis size, then MY schlong at 8" (I'm being conservative, remember) is bigger than 98% of male humanity. Sven, who is at 9 1/2" is bigger than 99.2% of male humanity. This sparked a debate between us: we both agreed that generally speaking really good guys (very buffed muscle studs) are generally bad in bed. Then he added, "guys with big dicks, too!" This caught me off guard, and I questioned, "really? Why do you say that?" He said, "because they rely so much on their dicks when they have sex. They think that's what impresses the other person." I do remember this weird big-dicked guy I fucked (once in a bathroom when I was in University, then years later when I met him online). He was probably 11" cut, a thin guy in his late-20's/early 30's at the time. For some reason, the second time I fucked him at my place, he got really offended from some of the artwork I have in my house and decided he'd never speak to me again. Whatever. I did see him years later still at a Halloween party; he came as Tarzan in a loincloth which was just short of covering his dick, which hung below it. At any given mention of this he would whip it out and show anyone who asked and just talk about how big he was. He even showed people how he could suck himself (some people were enjoying the show, but others found his behavior extremely unnerving).

OK, MY personal experience is the opposite from Sven's assesment, in that at 8", I have to be EXTRA careful and cautious when I fuck (at least when I start out) to make sure the other person can handle it. And granted, when I'm not really into the other guy much, I do just want to get my dick off. But if I'm really into the other guy, they get the full treatment and will definitely enjoy it. So, maybe Sven is right: maybe some guys I've fucked think I'm bad in bed because I rely too much on my dick. But for me, if they think that I don't care, because it means I wasn't that into them to begin with.

Nowhere is this more evident than when I am fucking Rob; I can't really do anything but straight "in-n-out" or he gets nervous something is going to hurt (he's been consistently hard everytime we fuck tho, so I believe he is enjoying it). I spoke on the phone with him yesterday and he mentioned this December he is going to one of his favorite places:

Yes: Brazil. We had a discussion here and I told him it is far from my favorite place; not even my favorite place in South America (that goes to Argentina, then Venezuela being a close second). And I know he also has some romanticized image of Brazilian guys being "so hot!" So, I know he will probably find some shenanigans while he is down there. Not like we're even remotely monogamous at the moment anyway. Just food for thought I guess.

FROM MD to DDS

Rob came over the other night for our appointed booty-call. When he called to tellme he was on his way I told him I was still feeling a bit fluish. But he persisted, saying things like, "hey, if you're not into it..." and "come on, that doesn't sound like the stud I know." So, I said if he didn't mind getting exposed to what could be anything from swine-flu to dissentary then he could just come on over. And he did. This time he was pretty agressive; when he got in and we ended up in the bedroom and started cuddling, he immediately went for my "G-spots": my chest and dick. I really wasn't into it (it was late, I had low energy and the flu) but I was a trooper. I suited up, got on top of him missionary, and commenced to fucking the muscle-stud's ass. He was going crazy, jacking himself wildly. I just wanted to finish, but I knew I wouldn't be able to cum. So, I did what I RARELY do: I faked it, pumping wildly and telling him I was going to blow, then faked a nice orgasm. He was begging me to "stay inside" as he jacked off (no problem, my dick was hard as a rock still) and he finally blew his jizz all over his chest. I like being with Rob; he's so masculine, and his muscular arms make me so comfortable. But sex is very much not his strong suit. Also, I found out that he is actually a DENTIST. I've been told that is technically still a "doctor", but still.

This morning, I felt like I was definitely "on the mend", and had a fierce case of morning wood. It's so strange that while in physically ill health I can still get my rocks off 3 times a day, yes when in psychologically ill health (remember my "funk") there were times I couldn't even "raise a smile" (RIP Jack Tripper) let alone a stiffy. Luckily, I met a 23-year-old guy online today who was half Hawaiian half white and looked like the Hawaiian twat who got kicked out of O-Town in the series "Making the Band". I didn't take these pics, but they are from his profile (and they don't do him justice at all).


When he got to my place, he was pretty nervous, but I did manage to get him back to my den of inequity. He took off his sweater and I got behind him and undid his belt and pants and he nearly freaked; spinning towards me and said, "Wow. You just want to get right to it." I could see the apprehension in his eyes and could almost see the next words from his mouth would be "I'm sorry, I don't think this is going to work." So, to pre-empt this, I flipped out my semi-erect dick from my sweats and said, "You like to suck?" Bingo. He fell to his knees and started sloshing my cock around his mouth and sucked me for a good 5 minutes until I figured he was relaxed enough. Then I pulled him up, took off his pants, bent him over the bed, spread his cheeks and ate out his BEAUTIFUL hole. I told him to flex it tight, then relax it open, and repeat a few times so he got used to using his sphyncter muscles. Then, I suited up, slipped my cock inside him and he took the whole thing in with one smooth stroke. At that point, after I flexed my cock inside him to see how much he could take, I figured he was ready for it, so I began to give him a good fucking. I grabbed his hipps and just fucked his ass like a rag doll. He was moaning like crazy. Then I got on top of him missionary and just went to town; no kissing, no touching, just me using his hole. After about a good 10 minutes I bent in towards him and whispered, "you like getting your hole fucked?" He responded, "yeah. it feels good." I quickened my pace and said, "I'm gonna keep fucking you for a little longer. You're gonna feel my dick get bigger as I'm pumping." He started moaning more. "Now I'm gonna cum in your butt" I said as I pounded his ass hard to bust a HUGE nut. When I was done, I looked down and saw the pool of cum on his abs. Bulls eye! Go SUAVE! It's yo' BERF-DAY!

As if my body was reminding me that I was getting back to normal, right as the kid was leaving my house I was getting even hornier than when he got here. I went back online and was doing some major trolling for skank. And gratefully Steel was online and said he'd come over. Usually I fuck him twice. And while he lets me (he only cums once/the second time) I get the feeling he doesn't appreciate it that much. So, this time I just got one round from his ass and thought I should be grateful and not greedy. Back to Rob, I really don't think we'd ever be in a place where I could get seconds from his ass either. He makes such a big deal about having sex and how much effort it is for him to get fucked. I guess it's like a catch-22; you either get a guy who isn't that good at sex or you get a guy who always wants sex and ends up cheating on you any chance he gets. Any middle-ground here?

Fleeing the flu

I guess between 4 plane rides, a week in Mexico, a rampant flu virus in my area at home and the amount of ass my tongue has touched there would be no possibility of me escaping this flu season. The weird thing is I'd felt it coming on mildly for days and just thought, "eh, whaddyagonnado? But I can deal." I was functioning normally; gym, sex, gym-sex and social calls without much difference from my normal activities. The yesterday, Sven had invited me to a Sunday afternoon gathering of gay guys on the East Bay that I told him I'd meet him at. The event itself was OK; there were about 3 really hot guys, 2 other mildly good-looking ones and the rest were random guys (mostly over 50) that I wouldn't look twice at. Not being shallow here, but being with Rob has kinda jaded me at least for the moment. Anyway, around 4pm it pretty much hit me like a ton of bricks, and I just felt like I couldn't even keep my head up. I did go to Sven's afterwards, thinking I might just need a cozy, warm environment. But it really didn't help, so I left shortly afterwards to make it an early night (I ended up sleeping 12 hours).

The next day wasn't much better, but luckily I did get to relax and just keep it very low key. The highlight was my call from Rob in the eve;

Rob: how's it going stud?
Me: wassup, Doc?
Rob: You said before to give you some advance notice, so are we still on for tomorrow eve?
Me: yeah. what time?
Rob: I should be out of here by 10:30 or so. So, 11:30?
Me: that should be OK. I have 2 interviews the next day, so just as long as we don't make it too late it sounds like a plan.
Rob: (laughs) you're the one who takes so long to cum, remember?
Me: Ohhhhhh, gotcha. You just want to stop by for a booty-call on your way home. I get it.
Rob: (hesitant) Oh, um...not really. I was -
Me: Dude, it's cool. I'm joking.
Rob: Uh...but we are going to have sex, right?
Me: if you're lucky.
Rob: (laughs) Me? You mean if YOU'RE lucky. Little punk.
Me: this time if you want I'll just try and cum as quick as possible, OK? It's something I never do, so it'll be a change for me.
Rob: yeah. we already had this talk, but I like variety.
Me: yup. And any incentive you can give me this time would make me cum a lot faster.
Rob: what kind of incentive?
Me: like, say something like, "yeah, dude. Just use my hole. Fuck me!"
Rob: hey, I don't like the sound of that. I'm not a bottom. I don't like the thought of my ass being used or anything. I'm usually the one fucking, remember?
Me: Duuuude! It's not about top or bottom. You gotta get that out of your mind. Think of it like you're my coach trying to get me to cross a finish line. Just give me encouragement.
Rob: (pause) I think I can definitely manage "fuck me". You just got me hard, and I'm driving.
Me: Yeah, well, you're just a horn-dog.
Rob: OK. well, let's plan on it for tomorrow. Don't cum tonite so you'll do it fast tomorrow. Then next time we can hang out for awhile. Watch a movie at my place or something.
Me: yup. you got it.
Rob: you're so cool. It's good talking to you again.

Which leads me to my last point: I think I'm kinda crushing on this guy. Everytime we talk, he lavishes me with compliments and makes me really feel good. Meanwhile, a) I don't take compliments very well b) I don't give them as much as I should and c) I'm thinking the evil eye is watching me now and always. My fear is that if I start complimenting Rob on things he'll lose interest. Plus, I'm sure he gets complimented 100 times a day, and I don't want to just say something totally obvious like "nice pecs" and sound stupid. Anyway, maybe I'm rambling now, but I DID just finish saying I have the flu, so blame it on that.

Doctor's Appointment

Continuing on from my last post, Rob (the Doctor) and I made a "part 2" of our date for the next eve when he was to stop by my place on his way home from UCSF. He called me around 10:00pm saying he'd be on schedule at my place in 1/2 hour, which gave me time to clean up a little (didn't want him to think I was a slob). When he showed up at the door, he was noticeably less confident and almost tense. I mentioned this to him and told him he could just relax around me and that this wasn't an interview. He joked that being in his mercedes while we talked had given him confidence and now that we were on my home turf he was nervous. I gave him a quick tour of my place ending up on my balcony overlooking the water where we stopped to chat for a few. When I felt he was relaxed enough, I led him into my "fun times" room where we began to kiss. Normally, I don't like to kiss other guys and I've mentioned this several times before. When I do kiss, I prefer the top lip (surprise) and am usually the more active kisser. But with Rob, this wasn't working as he had a very bushy goatee and HUGE lips which I just couldn't get around. After about 5 minutes of fumbling through this (at the same time removing our clothes down to our underwear) I thought all was lost and that I'd just forego kissing and take it to the next level. Then I pulled down his underwear and mine so he could get a good look at my schlong. His cock was nice, not big, but nice and well proportioned. He REALLy liked mine and started tugging it and then knelt to start sucking me. I remembered his warning about being a quick ejaculator, so I was casually (but vigilantly) monitoring his hands to make sure he didn't jack himself off too much.

Even though he probably could have spent 1/2 hour on my cock, I finally pulled him up and bent him over my bed, spread his cheeks and started teasing his ass with my tongue. His BEAUTIFUL pink hole was staring right at me, but since he'd never been with me before I had fun with him; licking his ass cheeks, then all around his hole- getting as close as possible but never touching it. I wanted him to think I wasn't into it, but when the moment was right, a jammed my tongue straight in his hole and he tensed up and moaned. His hole was tight enough to crush walnuts, but I was unrelenting, pushing my tongue further and further in. I even had to tell him to relax a couple times, and finally got my tongue to losen him up.

OK, now onto the fucking: I started on him missionary and was very gentle. Surprisingly he took my whole cock in the first attempt, but was so tight that I really couldn't do much but straight in and out (once again reasuring him it was gonna be OK and telling him to relax etc). I felt underneath to rub his balls and stroke him a couple times, more to see if his dick was hard than anything else (and yes, it sure was). So, I started pumping harder and he loosened up even more. When I finally got him missionary (we both agreed this was our shared favorite position) we were getting into a serious rhythm. I gave kissing him one more try, and wow! This time his mouth totally enveloped mine, so it was like I was kissing the inside of his lips, if this makes sense. It was HOT. I couldn't get enough!!! I enjoyed his kisses in this new "position" for my lips even more than the sex itself. After a few minutes, I felt I should probably wrap up so as to not risk him cumming before me so I started pumping and finally came. I looked down at his dick to see it was still hard (DAMN! Was hoping I'd hit a bull's eye). I told him I wanted to see him cum now, and he started jacking wildly while I kept pumping my cock inside him. He finally came very loudly and emotionally and then thanked me. I asked what for and he responded, "for staying hard after you came to fuck me some more". I told him that's what good tops do. All in all, he was a very hot guy. But physically he is too muscular for me; I like his big arms wrapped around me, but don't like his ass being so tight and legs that don't open up wide enough. I'd give him a B, and wouldn't mind a repeat to see where it goes.

The next day, I got to fuck Steel (TWICE!!) during the day. Then in the eve a guy I'd done before came back over; he looks like Vigo Mortensen with a shaved head so I'll call him "Vigo"). Vigo has one of the best asses out of all my bottoms (yes, I finally got some pics to show you and here they are)

. This all got me thinking; Vigo has the best ass and is hands down the best fuck; Steel is the best looking (muscular, but compact- 5'5"); and Rob has the best personality and potential. Damn, I wish they'd consent to joining my harem.

the Idiot and the Odyssey

A couple eves ago I had a good workout at the gym (slowly getting into my normal routine now that I'm back from vacation). When I hit the sauna, the same Greek kid who let me fuck him for a good 20 seconds a few nights earlier was there. But unfortunately, so where two regular trolls; an old, fat, bald white guy and a late 30's Asian-mixed short guy. Now, the latter might not be considered a troll in that he is not necessarily repugnant to everyone. But he IS the kind of guy who goes to the gym for a 10-minute workout (usually on the treadmill) then straight to the sauna for the rest of the night. I'm not exagerating when I say he usually arrives around 5:30pm and is in the sauna and showers until about 8...EVERY FUCKING DAY. He is without a doubt the worst offender there. So, when the Greek kid and eye locked eyes, I knew we'd need to step out to do anything, since the trolls were guarding the bridge. We stepped out and went to the far/secluded part of the showers. And seconds later offensive troll walks out and steps into the next shower stall. At first I didn't care, but then the clueless moron started peeking his ugly head into our stall just as I was trying to fuck the Greek kid again. I stopped what I was doing and just tried to stare the troll down, but he just kept staring at us stroking his tiny dwarf-like penis. After a minute, I just got angry and snarled, "why do you gotta be such a fucking troll, dude?!" He pretended not to hear. "This guy is fucking clueless" I said to the kid, in full ear-shot of the troll, to which the troll responded, "I just want to watch". And just then, the old troll from the sauna stepped out, so I motioned to the kid to follow me in. We were both wearing towels, so when we got into the sauna, I just pulled my cock from the opening of my wrapped towel, and pulled his towel up over his ass to expose his hole (HOT!) Once again, seconds later, in comes the offensive troll comes in too. This time I stepped right up to him and said, "dude, are fucking stupid?!" To which he whined, "whaaaaAAT??" like a spoiled 5-year-old kid. Sickening. Just when I thought that idiot was gonna prevent my cock from going on a Greek Odyssey, the kid turned to me and said, "want to go to a hotel? I can pay for it." Puzzled and intrigued I responded, "not necessary. We can just go back to my place." He consented, and minutes later we both changed up got into our respective cars (he drove a mercedes) and made our way back to my place.

I should have taken some pics, and I'm sorry that I didn't. But next time. Suffice it to say, this kid has an AWESOME ass, and for those cock-lovers among my readers, he had a 7" long uncut cock too. He was a VERY good fuck and this time let me get off before he did (the change of scenery from the sauna agreed with his sexual performance).

OK, next story; over the last weekend a guy started talking to me on manhunt. First of all, I don't like manhunt and am not a paying member, nor am I hardly ever on it (I prefer adam4adam). So, I wasn't able to see the guys pictures, since you have to pay to be able to see larger sizes of them etc. But he seemed like a nice enough guy as we talked back and forth, until suddenly, surprise! I couldn't get any more messages without subscribing. "Fuck that!" thought I, and logged off. A couple days later, I logged back on to see if I could get the messages, and I could (I guess there's a daily limmit) and the guy was like, "hey man, I thought we were hitting it off. Call me sometime." and left his number. I ended up calling him that night, and it turned out he was a doctor, a few years older than me in his early 40's, a former model, a multi-millionare, and when he sent me his normal-sized pics to my email, I found out he looked (and sounded) like a younger version of Tony Robbins (so I'm gonna call him "Rob" for short). In short, he seemed too good to be true, so I wanted to confirm this and arranged for us to meet the next eve in a neutral place between my house and his mansion. We met in a shopping center parking lot (he showed up in a mercedes) and we both got out and greeted each other in the cold. He said we should get in his car and chat for a few minutes, and I obliged. This guy was exactly like his pics; HUGE! He did have a little bit of a pretty boy image going on (tanned skin, highlights in his hair, waxed brows) but he was VERY masculine in voice and demeanor.

After having a very cool and stimulating round of conversation, the talk turned to how hard I was getting him. "Great!" I thought, "This guy is probably hung like a donkey, too!" Then we started talking about sex; I told him I'm very good at it, and he replied that he wasn't. "Huh?" Turns out he had only just started getting with guys since his divorce. He said that as a bottom, he usually lasts 40 seconds before having to cum. I told him we should try it, but not that eve, but tomorrow. He was very disappointed and said he was gonna explode. I told him to wait, and that it would be good for him to jack-off in the morning too so he could last longer when we met at my place for a good round of sex.

I'll save the next part of the story until tomorrow, as this is running long. Suffice it to say, it was very interesting. And unique. At least to me...