Yeeeeaaaahhhhh....no. Not gonna happen. Ever. But no matter how many times I say this, or make it extremely clear in my online profile, craigslist ads or blog that I am a TOTAL POWER TOP 100% I still get messages and emails asking me if I'll "flip". When asked in person, my "no" response is invariably followed by "then how do you know you don't like it if you haven't tried it?" My counter is "Have you ever licked a dog's ass?" I have ZERO desire, interest or stimulation in getting fucked. And while I have met guys who have "flipped" and gone in one direction or another afterwards, it really is extremely rare once you're in your 30's to discover that after all these years as a top, you're really a bottom (or vice versa).
Years ago I mentioned a former friend of mine ("Rug") who was a porn-star/escort/masseuse turned Marine Reservist and right-wing pundit who is currently 5 hours past his 15 minutes of fame. Well, in the early days of our friendship he was a big (and I mean BIG) bottom. I know this first hand as I fucked him once, which was pretty bad; all he wanted to do was sit on my dick and jack-off, but he was so big and muscular that I was essentially pinned to the bed and couldn't move until he finally came (I didn't). Anyway, about a decade later after he had moved to NYC and started to reinvent himself as a butch marine, he would tell me about the guys he was seeing and intentionally emphasize how HE was the one fucking THEM. Since he is a pathological liar (he later claimed to the world that he was really straight all along) I don't know if he really did "flip" or if it was just a ploy to get me interested in having sex with him again. As mentioned before, many bottoms do play that trick of "I'm really a total top, but I'd bottom for you just this once" to make the top feel "special". So, did he flip? I dunno. But I can't confirm it one way or another so it's moot.
I have noticed several guys online who have gone from bottoms to vers/Top. Steel is one example. Of course when he comes over, he knows he's gonna get fucked. But he has told me he likes to fuck as a top too. He just doesn't meet a lot of guys he's into doing it with (he's on the shorter side, and like I mentioned in the last post, it's about leverage). Steel has even pushed me to let him rim me once, which I let him do. I figured no harm/no foul since I do it to him everytime he's over. He was amazed that I had absolutely no reaction to it and didn't get hard at all. For me, it was like washing my hair; didn't feel good or bad, just indifferent to it. Whereas just the sight of Steel's ass, let alone his hole, would get me hard in seconds. Anyway, the bottom line is anyone waiting for me to flip fuck or bottom will most likely be pushing up daisy's before they hear "welllll....alright, just this once" from me. I'm not in an experimental stage of my life, I'm not remotely sexually aroused by the thought, and I'm financially well-off, which means I have no incentive to HAVE to do it under any circumstance. And since I don't do drugs and am not prone to narcolepsy, I really can't think of any situation in which it would/will happen. Is that clear enough?
Lastly, New Years. For those of you who are really wondering, my New Year's resolution is to stop shouting "Shake it, Don't break it!" so often (especially in the presence of nuns and epileptics). I've been hitting the gym pretty hard this week as the Saturday after New Year's is another underwear party and although I always say "this is my last one", I will be going cuz my abs look AWESOME. Unfortunately, no matter how much food, creatine and protein shakes I take these days, I just can't seem to gain any weight (this is the first Christmas I came home weighing LESS). I fear I may have plateau'd and am seriously thinking about seeing a trainer to help me out. I can't stand the thought of this, as I have "known" (in the biblical sense) many trainers in life and they have all been pretty much morons who I wouldn't trust with a vegetable garden, let alone anything important...like my person. We'll see how it goes. So, whatever you decide to do, HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2010 will kick ASS!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Home again, Bone again...
...jiggity jig. OK, enough of that. Although it is REALLY good to be home after 1 week of non-stop travelling. I left on Sunday for NYC, but got there too late to do anything but check-in, grab a slice and hit the bed (solo). So, no shenanigans with the locals this time (but definitely looking forward to the next visit : ) I came back on Monday night, then started my long journy north Tuesday morning, which included driving through San Francisco and a pit-stop at the gym, where I was eyed by a HUGELY buffed 30-something red-head guy with enormous tatood biceps. I was doing the pull-downs as he was doing the machine in front of me and could tell he was eyeing me heavily. After my workout, I hit the showers, and who should walk in after me? NICE! So, after some casual cat and mouse, I led him into the last shower, closed the curtain, and fucked his SWEET white ass. Unfortunately, I pumped him too hard and he hit is head on the wall a few times. Oh well...casualty of hot anonymous sex I guess. And that was the last sex I'd have for the rest of my journey, which averaged about 400 miles a day driving. Needless to say, by the time I got home Saturday eve I was randier than a jack-rabbit on shoreleave (or some other mixed metaphore to that effect). Unfortunately the first part of my return was met with assorted relatives and well-wishers waiting for me at my place who wished they could have been there on Christmas, but were secretly glad they weren't, so they wanted to hear all the stories, gossip and gorey anectdotes to reassure them they were better off not going.
As the hours wore on, I was getting more and more eager for them all to leave so I could get laid FAST. When someone finally suggested heading to a restaurant for a late dinner, I seconded and spurred the crowd on to pick a place far from my house. Then as everyone was leaving to head to the restaurant, I pulled one aunt aside and said, "You know, I probably shouldn't go. I'm feeling a bit jet-lagged." To which she squinted, "British Columbia is in the same time zone." I countered, "yeah, but with all the germs and whatnot circulating on the planes, I don't want to drive myself too hard tonite. You'll all have a better time without me." And with that, the last of the relatives were out of sight (and mind-- at least momentarily). My first instinct was to log onto Adam4adam, which I did. But I knew it would most likely be the regulars there, so I wanted to hedge my bets and do a craigslist ad. I was so desperate to get laid that I figured I'd settle on ANYONE who had a decent ass and was willing to get fucked (meaning some guy I'd rejected 100 times before on craigslist was most likely going to Disneyland tonite). Luckily, fate had MUCH better plans in store for me...
I got hit up by a 22 y/o kid who looks like a younger and light-skinned Cuba Gooding Jr (I'll call him Cuba). He had Cuba's ass, muscles, haircut and smile. The best part is, after my first email back to him (I like most normal people HATE email tag when trying to hook up) I left my number and he called immediately (No "let me see more pics of your dick" or "are you only into fucking?" or any other of a host of lame emails that craigslist users tend to bore me with). His voice was deep and masculine but young and he lives 5 minutes away and said he'd be over right after he showered. So, 1/2 hour later he came to my door and DAYUM! The first thing that hit me was how tall and muscular he was; probably 6'7" or so. This can be a challenge to me as I tend to like my height or smaller for leverage reasons. I led him to my boning-lair and flipped out my schlong, not having any clue as to what he was packing himself. His eyes widened and he knelt down and started sucking my cock. At the same time, he was undoing his shirt, belt and shoes, never letting my cock leave his mouth. I was kinda curious as to what this boy had between the legs so I tried to catch a glimpse--I saw something HUGE hanging down there...was it his dick or his belt? I thought I'd find out soon enough so I pulled him up off my cock and did my own eye-popping double take when I saw his HUGE elephant-trunk of an uncut 8 1/2" dick getting hard.
I don't know if he was reading my mind or what, but he was stroking me saying, "you have such a nice cock." Once again, just like with Green, I went with it and accepted the compliment.
I soon had him bent over, the hole of his firm bubble-butt/ghetto onion lubed up with my spit and the long-ranger suited up and ready for a ride.
I entered him from behind and that began an hour long fuck-fest with him moaning, flexing his butt-hole muscles and taking my cock inside him in several positions. We finally ended up missionary (he prefered it when I did him prison style) and he held his legs up wide for me so I could get in deep. His size and the fact his ass was so muscular were challenges I had to constantly overcome with every stroke, but I finally pounded my way to a VERY intense orgasm. The week of no sex (not even jacking off) had caused me to cum with such a fierce intensity that it hurt the back of my eyeballs. When I was finished, I looked down and...YES! BULLSEYE! A nice load of white cum splattered all over Cuba's abs.
Knowing I had done my job, I pulled out of Cubas hole, washed up, brought him a washcloth and laid next to him to rest up. I was feeling pretty cocky and asked "Do you usually cum without touching yourself?" knowing the answer full well. "Nah. This is probably the second time it's ever happened" he replied, almost embarassed. "Ah..." I tried to mask my cockiness and self-promotion, "Sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn't. I guess it depends on the size of the dick and how the guy uses it to hit the right spot. You also have to know where it is." He smiled, "You were definitely hitting it." My cock was now at full attention AGAIN. "cool." I responded casually. "That's why I like missionary. I know you liked it on your stomach, but we should probably try it from behind a little longer now that your hole is stretched out. It just feels better the second time for the bottom." I was making this up, but really wanted to fuck him from behind and watch my dick slide in and out of him again. Without saying a word, Cuba turned around on the bed butts up for me. 10 minutes later we were both shooting our second load (this time he had to jack himself off while I was pumping him from behind).
When we were done, we made a plan to hook up again on Monday. But the punch line is the next morning (this morning) I couldn't get him out of my head and so I called him and said, "hey, I know you were supposed to come over tomorrow. But can I have some more now?" "yeah" he said. And from 10 to 2pm today we were fucking like 2 dogs in heat again. We both shot two loads each again, and to be honest it was very nice all 4 times, leverage notwithstanding. I'm wondering if he'll take it again tomorrow morning too.
As the hours wore on, I was getting more and more eager for them all to leave so I could get laid FAST. When someone finally suggested heading to a restaurant for a late dinner, I seconded and spurred the crowd on to pick a place far from my house. Then as everyone was leaving to head to the restaurant, I pulled one aunt aside and said, "You know, I probably shouldn't go. I'm feeling a bit jet-lagged." To which she squinted, "British Columbia is in the same time zone." I countered, "yeah, but with all the germs and whatnot circulating on the planes, I don't want to drive myself too hard tonite. You'll all have a better time without me." And with that, the last of the relatives were out of sight (and mind-- at least momentarily). My first instinct was to log onto Adam4adam, which I did. But I knew it would most likely be the regulars there, so I wanted to hedge my bets and do a craigslist ad. I was so desperate to get laid that I figured I'd settle on ANYONE who had a decent ass and was willing to get fucked (meaning some guy I'd rejected 100 times before on craigslist was most likely going to Disneyland tonite). Luckily, fate had MUCH better plans in store for me...
I got hit up by a 22 y/o kid who looks like a younger and light-skinned Cuba Gooding Jr (I'll call him Cuba). He had Cuba's ass, muscles, haircut and smile. The best part is, after my first email back to him (I like most normal people HATE email tag when trying to hook up) I left my number and he called immediately (No "let me see more pics of your dick" or "are you only into fucking?" or any other of a host of lame emails that craigslist users tend to bore me with). His voice was deep and masculine but young and he lives 5 minutes away and said he'd be over right after he showered. So, 1/2 hour later he came to my door and DAYUM! The first thing that hit me was how tall and muscular he was; probably 6'7" or so. This can be a challenge to me as I tend to like my height or smaller for leverage reasons. I led him to my boning-lair and flipped out my schlong, not having any clue as to what he was packing himself. His eyes widened and he knelt down and started sucking my cock. At the same time, he was undoing his shirt, belt and shoes, never letting my cock leave his mouth. I was kinda curious as to what this boy had between the legs so I tried to catch a glimpse--I saw something HUGE hanging down there...was it his dick or his belt? I thought I'd find out soon enough so I pulled him up off my cock and did my own eye-popping double take when I saw his HUGE elephant-trunk of an uncut 8 1/2" dick getting hard.
I don't know if he was reading my mind or what, but he was stroking me saying, "you have such a nice cock." Once again, just like with Green, I went with it and accepted the compliment. I soon had him bent over, the hole of his firm bubble-butt/ghetto onion lubed up with my spit and the long-ranger suited up and ready for a ride.
I entered him from behind and that began an hour long fuck-fest with him moaning, flexing his butt-hole muscles and taking my cock inside him in several positions. We finally ended up missionary (he prefered it when I did him prison style) and he held his legs up wide for me so I could get in deep. His size and the fact his ass was so muscular were challenges I had to constantly overcome with every stroke, but I finally pounded my way to a VERY intense orgasm. The week of no sex (not even jacking off) had caused me to cum with such a fierce intensity that it hurt the back of my eyeballs. When I was finished, I looked down and...YES! BULLSEYE! A nice load of white cum splattered all over Cuba's abs. Knowing I had done my job, I pulled out of Cubas hole, washed up, brought him a washcloth and laid next to him to rest up. I was feeling pretty cocky and asked "Do you usually cum without touching yourself?" knowing the answer full well. "Nah. This is probably the second time it's ever happened" he replied, almost embarassed. "Ah..." I tried to mask my cockiness and self-promotion, "Sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn't. I guess it depends on the size of the dick and how the guy uses it to hit the right spot. You also have to know where it is." He smiled, "You were definitely hitting it." My cock was now at full attention AGAIN. "cool." I responded casually. "That's why I like missionary. I know you liked it on your stomach, but we should probably try it from behind a little longer now that your hole is stretched out. It just feels better the second time for the bottom." I was making this up, but really wanted to fuck him from behind and watch my dick slide in and out of him again. Without saying a word, Cuba turned around on the bed butts up for me. 10 minutes later we were both shooting our second load (this time he had to jack himself off while I was pumping him from behind).
When we were done, we made a plan to hook up again on Monday. But the punch line is the next morning (this morning) I couldn't get him out of my head and so I called him and said, "hey, I know you were supposed to come over tomorrow. But can I have some more now?" "yeah" he said. And from 10 to 2pm today we were fucking like 2 dogs in heat again. We both shot two loads each again, and to be honest it was very nice all 4 times, leverage notwithstanding. I'm wondering if he'll take it again tomorrow morning too.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Bronx Boning?
I mentioned previously that while I finally accepted a job (it took them 2 1/2 months of interviewing to get me an offer) I'm still "entertaining" 2 other possibilities. One is in SF, and I went there yesterday to meet with the "team". They were SO COOL (in a silicon valley nerdy way that is). I really liked them a lot, and the company is quite swank and would look great on my resume. The drawback for me would be driving in SF every day (while they paid for my parking for the interview, it would be out of the question to offer me parking to work there). The second opportunity is with an Israeli company--NO WAIT, LET ME FINISH. I know all about Israeli companies (worked for one, was miserable), but since times have changed, the department in question wants to turn this company into a more "global" and professional environment (i.e. no angry Israelis waving their arms around shouting how stupid something is at the top of their lungs). The would-be-manager is not Israeli and she sounded so cool; we immediately clicked, since to her, I am what she wants the new team to be like. The US HQ is in NYC, and they will be flying me out this weekend to interview on Monday. Soooooo, although I've been to NYC more times than I can count on my hands and feet, if anyone has any suggestions on the best boning there, please help a bruhthah out : )
Now, speaking of "bruhthah's", here's my next boning entry: everyone who knows me (and if you've read my blog) understands I'm an equal opportunity bonemaster. Sure I'm more attracted to certain physical types, but it has no bearing on where in the world that person's geographic ancestral homeland is. It's all about the right attitude for me, which can come in any race. BUT, I have been noticing in the past few weeks that the hook-up site I most regularly use is getting really FOBBY, with over HALF the guys online being Asian. And while the long-ranger constantly reminds me that a bubble-butt is a bubble-butt, sometimes I personally need variety. So, I put an ad on craigslist, which is something I don't normally do. Why? Because no matter how specifically I state what I'm looking for in the ad, I always get the dregs emailing me saying things like, "I know this wasn't what you were looking for, but I'm a 67 y/o expert in prostate massage. I would love to test out my electric anal probe on you while tickling you with my feather boa as we both smoke crack. Can send pics in my next email." And this time was no exception. But I did get a few "nice" emails, culminating in my deciding on one in particular, and him coming over.
As you can see from his pics (cropped to protect the innocent : ) this guy was the epitome of a Mandingo; no other way to put it. He looked like Mean Joe Green circa 1976 (so I'll call him "Green"), was in his mid-30's, built like a brick shit-house, was a personal trainer (although he claims he hasn't actually worked out in about 6 months...BASTARD!! : ) had a ghetto-brand booty, AND of course a 9" cut dick flopping around. Add to this his slow southern drawl since he was originally from South Carolina and you get the picture of why he was so laughibly yet charmingly stereotypical. The sexual chemistry was definitely there for both of us; once I got his pants down, I saw his 9" dick stiffen, but never really stood upright, which happens a lot with guys with huge dicks. Although he was very masculine in demeanor, he let me turn him around, bend him over and dive face-first into his ass. He was face-down on the bed and used his huge hands to spread open his cheeks for me so I could get inside more. He did have that "funk" that a lot of black guys have (can't explain it, you either know what I'm talking about or not) but it was tolerable. I could tell by Green's moaning that he would let me do anything I wanted now, so I quickly suited up the long-ranger and tried to slide inside him. His hole puckered up pretty tight, so I grabbed his shoulder from behind and commanded, "open up or it's gonna hurt more if I have to shove it in". He gave a quick audible sigh of consent and used his hands to spread his cheeks wider and let me slide in. NICE! I wasn't a dick though, and eased my cock inside him until my balls finally rubbed against his. He kept saying, "You so big! Dayum! You deep in there!" I always get puzzled when guys with HUGE dicks comment on mine; yeah, I know I'm big, but this guy was fucking HUGE! But I appreciated it.
We started fucking slowly and rhythmically, but then Green started intentionally bucking and breaking my rhythm. I got the hint: I started getting really agressive. I pushed on top of him, put him in a half-nelson and started butt-slamming him whispering, "This how you like it? You want to get prison raped, bitch?" in his ear. He responded, "yeah, I want you to take it from me." I got all kinds of nasty with him, spanking his ass when he didn't do exactly what I said. I never wanted to cross the line and slap him around tho (I've done that before with other guys, and it doesn't do anything for me). Finally, I got him missionary and stared him right in the eye saying, "You're gonna let my dick use your hole like my own private pussy." His eyes widened and he asked, "you gon' nut?" and with that my cock exploded, shooting wave after wave as I jack-hammered his ass. After I was done, I looked down and unfortunately his dick was still hard with only pre-cum to show for it on his abs. Since my dick was still hard inside him, I asked, "you want to finish up?" He answered, "yeeah. But it take me awhile." So, I pulled out, washed up, we had some post-coital chit-chat (the whole time he wouldn't take his hand off my dick) then quicker than you can say "rinse-lather-repeat" I was back inside him for round 2. This time he finally got off just as I was shooting my second load missionary.
All in all, nice guy. He lives in SF though and can't host. So, we'll see if he comes back down this way (he emailed me after he got home and said how great that was and how he wanted more). Which brings me full circle: back to yesterday, after the interview in SF, I went to ANOTHER guys house who I'd been talking to online for awhile (also black, but while cut/toned like crazy, he was much smaller in all respects, and young: about 22). When I showed up, he had a 30-something so-so looking white guy there and had been messing around with. Long story short, I ended up fucking the black kid while he sucked the white dude. The white dude had a very flabby ass which didn't turn me on at all, so I didn't even bother with him. And that's that.
So, one more reminder: anyone with any NYC suggestions for this weekend, please send them my way.
Now, speaking of "bruhthah's", here's my next boning entry: everyone who knows me (and if you've read my blog) understands I'm an equal opportunity bonemaster. Sure I'm more attracted to certain physical types, but it has no bearing on where in the world that person's geographic ancestral homeland is. It's all about the right attitude for me, which can come in any race. BUT, I have been noticing in the past few weeks that the hook-up site I most regularly use is getting really FOBBY, with over HALF the guys online being Asian. And while the long-ranger constantly reminds me that a bubble-butt is a bubble-butt, sometimes I personally need variety. So, I put an ad on craigslist, which is something I don't normally do. Why? Because no matter how specifically I state what I'm looking for in the ad, I always get the dregs emailing me saying things like, "I know this wasn't what you were looking for, but I'm a 67 y/o expert in prostate massage. I would love to test out my electric anal probe on you while tickling you with my feather boa as we both smoke crack. Can send pics in my next email." And this time was no exception. But I did get a few "nice" emails, culminating in my deciding on one in particular, and him coming over.
As you can see from his pics (cropped to protect the innocent : ) this guy was the epitome of a Mandingo; no other way to put it. He looked like Mean Joe Green circa 1976 (so I'll call him "Green"), was in his mid-30's, built like a brick shit-house, was a personal trainer (although he claims he hasn't actually worked out in about 6 months...BASTARD!! : ) had a ghetto-brand booty, AND of course a 9" cut dick flopping around. Add to this his slow southern drawl since he was originally from South Carolina and you get the picture of why he was so laughibly yet charmingly stereotypical. The sexual chemistry was definitely there for both of us; once I got his pants down, I saw his 9" dick stiffen, but never really stood upright, which happens a lot with guys with huge dicks. Although he was very masculine in demeanor, he let me turn him around, bend him over and dive face-first into his ass. He was face-down on the bed and used his huge hands to spread open his cheeks for me so I could get inside more. He did have that "funk" that a lot of black guys have (can't explain it, you either know what I'm talking about or not) but it was tolerable. I could tell by Green's moaning that he would let me do anything I wanted now, so I quickly suited up the long-ranger and tried to slide inside him. His hole puckered up pretty tight, so I grabbed his shoulder from behind and commanded, "open up or it's gonna hurt more if I have to shove it in". He gave a quick audible sigh of consent and used his hands to spread his cheeks wider and let me slide in. NICE! I wasn't a dick though, and eased my cock inside him until my balls finally rubbed against his. He kept saying, "You so big! Dayum! You deep in there!" I always get puzzled when guys with HUGE dicks comment on mine; yeah, I know I'm big, but this guy was fucking HUGE! But I appreciated it.
We started fucking slowly and rhythmically, but then Green started intentionally bucking and breaking my rhythm. I got the hint: I started getting really agressive. I pushed on top of him, put him in a half-nelson and started butt-slamming him whispering, "This how you like it? You want to get prison raped, bitch?" in his ear. He responded, "yeah, I want you to take it from me." I got all kinds of nasty with him, spanking his ass when he didn't do exactly what I said. I never wanted to cross the line and slap him around tho (I've done that before with other guys, and it doesn't do anything for me). Finally, I got him missionary and stared him right in the eye saying, "You're gonna let my dick use your hole like my own private pussy." His eyes widened and he asked, "you gon' nut?" and with that my cock exploded, shooting wave after wave as I jack-hammered his ass. After I was done, I looked down and unfortunately his dick was still hard with only pre-cum to show for it on his abs. Since my dick was still hard inside him, I asked, "you want to finish up?" He answered, "yeeah. But it take me awhile." So, I pulled out, washed up, we had some post-coital chit-chat (the whole time he wouldn't take his hand off my dick) then quicker than you can say "rinse-lather-repeat" I was back inside him for round 2. This time he finally got off just as I was shooting my second load missionary.
All in all, nice guy. He lives in SF though and can't host. So, we'll see if he comes back down this way (he emailed me after he got home and said how great that was and how he wanted more). Which brings me full circle: back to yesterday, after the interview in SF, I went to ANOTHER guys house who I'd been talking to online for awhile (also black, but while cut/toned like crazy, he was much smaller in all respects, and young: about 22). When I showed up, he had a 30-something so-so looking white guy there and had been messing around with. Long story short, I ended up fucking the black kid while he sucked the white dude. The white dude had a very flabby ass which didn't turn me on at all, so I didn't even bother with him. And that's that.
So, one more reminder: anyone with any NYC suggestions for this weekend, please send them my way.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Joining the ranks of the employed
Since I've been back from Europe, I've been living off of uncle Obama. But I really started looking for work in earnest(i.e. for real-reals) back in August. Well, after 5 months I got a job offer. Like I told my sister before, I'm fully aware at this point in my life that the amount of money you make is inversely proportionate to how much you like your job. And I'll be making a LOT of money; more than what I was making at a job I grew to hate, thus inspiring me to leave the US. But the process of interviewing, reference checking etc stressed me out a lot, to the point that in the span of 2 weeks I lost about 9 lbs, which SUCKS!!!! While I'm happy I will now be able to rest easy financially and do some extravagant things again, like building a second story to my house, I will also mentally and emotionally have to prepare myself for a potentially steady brain-fuck that is the corporate world again. Also, I've really grown attached to my daytime boning (both the variety and the fact that my energy level allows for a few rounds most of the time).
Nowhere is this more clear than hooking up with Norseman. He came over for a 3rd time last night and although we had planned to "chill" and just watch movies or something equivalent to a date, of course we ended up having very hot sex. He's definitely "opening up" to me more and doing and saying things in bed that are pretty much what ever hot-blooded top likes: a lot of fuck-me's, good moaning, telling me what he likes and how good I'm doing, using his butt-hole muscles when necessary etc. So far, everytime he's come over I get off at least two rounds in his ass (the first and second I got 3, but the last time I was a bit tired). AND, this is the part I LOVE: he likes to get fucked AFTER he cums. I love this so much, because I don't have to time anything. He cums when he wants, and I get to cum whenever I want. It's a win-win. I really don't like the feeling of being rushed or having to race to see who can finish first, since the other guy will immediately want to stop. My only complaint is that because he is getting more familiar with me, he's also getting more fem at times. Not flaming necessarily, but definitely that Manhattan gay snobbery I mentioned earlier. No one I'd feel comfortable introducing to my straight friends. So, unfortunately as well, I think we will not advance beyond the "fuck bud" stage of our relationship.
Anyway, back to the job situation. While I accepted this job offer, I am still entertaining 2 more in earnest. One of them will be flying me to NYC this next week for an interview. I also realize this is the exact pattern that happened 2 years ago. I guess history is once more repeating itself again another time.
Nowhere is this more clear than hooking up with Norseman. He came over for a 3rd time last night and although we had planned to "chill" and just watch movies or something equivalent to a date, of course we ended up having very hot sex. He's definitely "opening up" to me more and doing and saying things in bed that are pretty much what ever hot-blooded top likes: a lot of fuck-me's, good moaning, telling me what he likes and how good I'm doing, using his butt-hole muscles when necessary etc. So far, everytime he's come over I get off at least two rounds in his ass (the first and second I got 3, but the last time I was a bit tired). AND, this is the part I LOVE: he likes to get fucked AFTER he cums. I love this so much, because I don't have to time anything. He cums when he wants, and I get to cum whenever I want. It's a win-win. I really don't like the feeling of being rushed or having to race to see who can finish first, since the other guy will immediately want to stop. My only complaint is that because he is getting more familiar with me, he's also getting more fem at times. Not flaming necessarily, but definitely that Manhattan gay snobbery I mentioned earlier. No one I'd feel comfortable introducing to my straight friends. So, unfortunately as well, I think we will not advance beyond the "fuck bud" stage of our relationship.
Anyway, back to the job situation. While I accepted this job offer, I am still entertaining 2 more in earnest. One of them will be flying me to NYC this next week for an interview. I also realize this is the exact pattern that happened 2 years ago. I guess history is once more repeating itself again another time.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
So long, Sailor
If you haven't figured it out, I'm definitely a no-drama, laid-back guy. I try to treat people as best I can, even if that means counting to 10, remembering not everyone has the same IQ, background or realization that the world does not revolve around them. And I have had my harem of steady bottom-boys; some "taken" (i.e. in an "open relationship") some busy, and some simply sporadic. Squid was one of those "taken" bottoms, in that he was living in an "open relationship" whith the same guy since shortly after I met him back in 1999. Yet throughout that time, we'd hook up once every other month or so (except when I was living abroad). I knew he never wanted anything too serious, but we had great sex (he'd usually get off 2 to 3 rounds each hook-up), he has a GREAT ass, and we generally enjoyed each other's company when we were around. And as of a few months ago, he was looking better than he had in years; very buffed and almost glowing (no idea what that boy was on, but my guess is a concoction of steroids, botox and tanning lotion). Anyway, about 2 months ago back in late September, he mentioned he was going to Mexico (Cancun). I told him at the time I was planning a trip back down too, but most likely Puerto Vallarta and that we should definitely compare notes when we got back.
When I did return from PV, I called and left him a msg saying I was around and how I wanted to hear all about his trip. No answer. I emailed him later the week; also no response. Then I remembered we were friends on Facebook--but not anymore when I checked. I thought something was seriously up, so I blocked my number and called him the next day. He answered. I said, "Hey "squid". How's it going? Welcome back from Mexico." He was taken aback, almost annoyed, "hey. Yeah. thanks." I persisted in a normal tone, "well, man. I saw we're not friends on facebook anymore. Just wanted to see if you fell off the face of the earth or what." Squid responded coldly, "Nope. Just getting ready to head out now." Then hung up.
OK, I'm not stupid. I do realize he is in an "Open Relationship" where the rules, however maleable, tend to be that each person can hook up with whomever they want just so as the other isn't involved or finds out. So, I figured it must be some kind of drama like that. But at the same time, I thought maybe I had done something or said something to piss Squid off at some point. I thought since he hadn't at least emailed me or called me just to say, "hey, having issues with my boyfriend now so won't be able to talk for awhile." or whatever then it must have been something personal with me. After all, we had known each other for over 10 years now. I thought we were actually more than just fuck-buds, but friends.
The other night, I finally got a call from him around 9pm, which went like this;
Squid: "hey, sorry I haven't been able to talk lately."
ME: "yeah, I was wondering what was up with you."
Squid: "yeah, I had some drama with my b/f. He started getting really jealous. So, I've had to cool it for awhile. (laughing) I've learned not to mix my sex life with my homelife."
ME: "Glad you learned a valuable lesson."
(Pause)
Squid: "So, my b/f left for Mexico yesterday. Are you at home now?"
ME: Sure am. great place to be. Nice talking to you.
And that was that. Regardless of the drama in his life, it really pissed me off that he couldn't take 2 minutes to send a freakin' email to that effect. I had to wait 2 months to hear his lame excuse, and weak attempt to "make up" by offering me a booty-call now that his boyfriend happens to be out of town and he's lonely. And maybe it's because I now have such an awesome "substitute" bubble-butt white ass (and 10 years younger I might add) in Norseman, I really feel nothing about cutting Squid off completely. His loss. And with that, here is my final pictoral homage to the piece-of-ass that was Squid:
When I did return from PV, I called and left him a msg saying I was around and how I wanted to hear all about his trip. No answer. I emailed him later the week; also no response. Then I remembered we were friends on Facebook--but not anymore when I checked. I thought something was seriously up, so I blocked my number and called him the next day. He answered. I said, "Hey "squid". How's it going? Welcome back from Mexico." He was taken aback, almost annoyed, "hey. Yeah. thanks." I persisted in a normal tone, "well, man. I saw we're not friends on facebook anymore. Just wanted to see if you fell off the face of the earth or what." Squid responded coldly, "Nope. Just getting ready to head out now." Then hung up.
OK, I'm not stupid. I do realize he is in an "Open Relationship" where the rules, however maleable, tend to be that each person can hook up with whomever they want just so as the other isn't involved or finds out. So, I figured it must be some kind of drama like that. But at the same time, I thought maybe I had done something or said something to piss Squid off at some point. I thought since he hadn't at least emailed me or called me just to say, "hey, having issues with my boyfriend now so won't be able to talk for awhile." or whatever then it must have been something personal with me. After all, we had known each other for over 10 years now. I thought we were actually more than just fuck-buds, but friends.
The other night, I finally got a call from him around 9pm, which went like this;
Squid: "hey, sorry I haven't been able to talk lately."
ME: "yeah, I was wondering what was up with you."
Squid: "yeah, I had some drama with my b/f. He started getting really jealous. So, I've had to cool it for awhile. (laughing) I've learned not to mix my sex life with my homelife."
ME: "Glad you learned a valuable lesson."
(Pause)
Squid: "So, my b/f left for Mexico yesterday. Are you at home now?"
ME: Sure am. great place to be. Nice talking to you.
And that was that. Regardless of the drama in his life, it really pissed me off that he couldn't take 2 minutes to send a freakin' email to that effect. I had to wait 2 months to hear his lame excuse, and weak attempt to "make up" by offering me a booty-call now that his boyfriend happens to be out of town and he's lonely. And maybe it's because I now have such an awesome "substitute" bubble-butt white ass (and 10 years younger I might add) in Norseman, I really feel nothing about cutting Squid off completely. His loss. And with that, here is my final pictoral homage to the piece-of-ass that was Squid:
On a final note, I think I have come up with the best troll-repelent: Spanish. The other day after a pretty decent workout I went into the locker room and saw the Greek kid talking to one of the maintenance workers in Spanish. He caught my glance and saw me heading into the sauna, which had 2 regular trolls there. Moments later he came in and sat next to me, at which point I started speaking to him in Spanish, asking innocuous things like "how is it you speak Spanish?" etc (turns out he worked in Ibiza, Spain for awhile and speaks it pretty well). Since the two trolls (one white one Filipino--both old, fat, out-of-shape, repugnant and RELENTLESS) obviously didn't understand us, I played on their xenophobia and started speaking louder, and intentionally gesticulating in their general direction, shaking my head at times (and we really were talking about them, saying how we both hoped they'd leave very soon). And BINGO! One after the other they left, leaving the Greek Boy alone for me to fuck.
Obviously this tactic will not work when there are Spanish-speaking trolls around. But hey, I'll try anything at this point.
Monday, December 7, 2009
So Cal/ So-So
Back at home from my trip to LA and SD. The highlights/lowlights are this: I ended up meeting with the my crackhead ex's ex (let's call him O.L. for short, to make the story clear) in Silverlake, LA where the intervention for my ex was supposed to take place. It turned out that the night before I arrived, my ex had stolen about $200 from O.L., which meant there was no way he would be showing his face back at his appartment anytime soon; ergo, no intervention. It was interesting to actually meet O.L., since I had always known bits and pieces about him; he was a techie who made millions in the dot-com boom, had worked his way through college as an underwear model and was an "A-Gay" in San Francisco. And although I had seen pictures of him from as recently as 3 years ago, we never actually met. So, when I met him on Friday, I honestly couldn't have ever imagined this was the same guy. He was dressed in blue sweats, about 100lbs overweight, and thus reminded me of an Oompa-Loompa from Willy Wonka. NOTE: I'm NOT making fun of people who are overweight and I am NOT a hater. I'm just saying this is what jumped out at me, most likely because he had never given me any notice that he was in this current state, so I assumed he'd look like his "latest" pictures.
O.L. himself was not doing well at all; he was recently released from the hospital for alcohol poisoning. Apparently, through a series of bad mistakes and judgement he lost his fortune, house, social life and most notably, his looks. When he talked, his eyes shifted nervously and he shook constantly (maybe from alcohol withdrawl, or maybe he was also very nervous to meet me in person). I bought him dinner and he told me all about what had happened to my ex and why the intervention had failed etc. Then he went inot his own details that I just mentioned. At first I felt extremely sorry for him, but the more he talked, the more I could sense he was a really shallow and self-centered person. Only now, lacking wealth, prestige and looks, noone really gave a fuck. He kept bemoaning his situation talking about, "how low I've sunk" over and over, specifically about where he lived in Silverlake and what a "shit-hole" it was. Well, the fact is I used to live 2 blocks from his place when I came back to the US in the mid-90's (Lucile Ave). Silverlake/Echo Park hasn't changed at all. And I can thank God that I no longer live there. I'm sorry for O.L., but all I can hope for is that this is some cosmic lesson in humility that he needs to learn and overcome in order to move on to the next stage of his life. As for my ex, it is now evident to me that he is a lost cause, and I also thank God that he never got an opportunity to take me down with him.
Phase 2 of my trip was much better. Back in the mid-90's as a lad just getting my bearings in life, I met a guy who I'll call "Underdawg" at the gym. He was a trainer at 24-hour (before I started going to Golds), and was pretty much the closest to physical perfection I had ever seen in my life. He was half-Italian half Cherokee, 6', very muscular but not extreme or out of proportion, and had an 8 1/2" VERY thick cock. Underdawg took an interest in me and we ended up having sex a lot. But at some point I realized he was much too much of a partier and ne'er-do-well to ever be anything serious, even though he was about 10 years older than me. Underdawg eventually moved down to San Diego where he started doing porn and dancing at clubs and private parties for drunken closetted sailors and marines (yup, better believe it...even been to one). But now he's a home-maker with a boyfriend, a huge dog (German Shepherd), a cockateel and a nice quiet house south of San Diego near the beach. He still looks good in his mid-40's, and while he is "legit" in the sense that he works at a gym again, he still has a very party-like atmosphere and drinks a LOT. The first day I got to his place, we went out sight-seeing, then to a dinner party at another friend's house which lasted for 8 hours (it took over an hour for him to actually LEAVE the party from the point where he first said to the hosts, "OK, we'd better get going then").
I don't know what it is, but other people's animals usually "go for" me, and to Underdawg's amazement, their faithful dog slept downstairs next to my couch the entire night (I notice family cats tend to do that too). And I'm no Dr Doolittle, but that cockateel was WAY cool and would sing everytime it saw me until I took it out of its cage. I had that bird on my shoulder pretty much the whole time I was there, to the point Underdawg and his boyfriend joked that they'd need to check my duffle-bag as I was leaving to make sure I didn't sneak the bird out with me. That same day, I also finally met Underdawg's 20-year-old gay nephew who had just moved out from Florida to look for work in San Diego. This is one of the nicest kids I've met in a long time. He's sincere, interesting and you can tell he doesn't have a malicious bone in his body. Unfortunately, at 6' he's also about 150lbs overweight and I can tell he also has issues with low self-esteem. We hit it off immediately, and by the night time because of everyone talking about the severe cold (weird for San Diego) he started offering to share his bed rather than have me sleep on the downstairs couch again. At first I made excuses like keeping him up all night snoring (but seriously, I never snore) and such. But he'd counter saying things like, "that's OK. I'm used to loud noises. I'll be fine". Finally, Underdawg saw my situation and although extremely drunk, made it clear to his nephew that he didn't want ME sleeping in the upstairs bed with him (thank you, Underdawg).
Here's the thing; Underdawg's nephew is a really great kid. He has a very nice face (he looks like a dark-haired version of Will Wikle from "Another Gay Sequel"). But for his own health AND self-esteem, he needs to get himself in shape. I HATE the thought of this 20-year-old kid missing out on the prime of his youth, or potentially being victimized by someone because of his low self-esteem. I had a long talk with Underdawg about this the following morning and he assured me he was trying to get his nephew on a diet and set up with a colleague of his at the gym to get a program set out. I would consider it a blessing if the next time I went down there, I was met by a buffed, dark-haired younger Will Wikle that made me salivate, so he could tell me confidently, "Hey, Suave, you had your chance".
So, that's pretty much my trip; ups and downs. It's just as cold and rainy now back at home as it was in San Diego, so this will be a gloomy week meteorogically speaking. But it's good to be home.
O.L. himself was not doing well at all; he was recently released from the hospital for alcohol poisoning. Apparently, through a series of bad mistakes and judgement he lost his fortune, house, social life and most notably, his looks. When he talked, his eyes shifted nervously and he shook constantly (maybe from alcohol withdrawl, or maybe he was also very nervous to meet me in person). I bought him dinner and he told me all about what had happened to my ex and why the intervention had failed etc. Then he went inot his own details that I just mentioned. At first I felt extremely sorry for him, but the more he talked, the more I could sense he was a really shallow and self-centered person. Only now, lacking wealth, prestige and looks, noone really gave a fuck. He kept bemoaning his situation talking about, "how low I've sunk" over and over, specifically about where he lived in Silverlake and what a "shit-hole" it was. Well, the fact is I used to live 2 blocks from his place when I came back to the US in the mid-90's (Lucile Ave). Silverlake/Echo Park hasn't changed at all. And I can thank God that I no longer live there. I'm sorry for O.L., but all I can hope for is that this is some cosmic lesson in humility that he needs to learn and overcome in order to move on to the next stage of his life. As for my ex, it is now evident to me that he is a lost cause, and I also thank God that he never got an opportunity to take me down with him.
Phase 2 of my trip was much better. Back in the mid-90's as a lad just getting my bearings in life, I met a guy who I'll call "Underdawg" at the gym. He was a trainer at 24-hour (before I started going to Golds), and was pretty much the closest to physical perfection I had ever seen in my life. He was half-Italian half Cherokee, 6', very muscular but not extreme or out of proportion, and had an 8 1/2" VERY thick cock. Underdawg took an interest in me and we ended up having sex a lot. But at some point I realized he was much too much of a partier and ne'er-do-well to ever be anything serious, even though he was about 10 years older than me. Underdawg eventually moved down to San Diego where he started doing porn and dancing at clubs and private parties for drunken closetted sailors and marines (yup, better believe it...even been to one). But now he's a home-maker with a boyfriend, a huge dog (German Shepherd), a cockateel and a nice quiet house south of San Diego near the beach. He still looks good in his mid-40's, and while he is "legit" in the sense that he works at a gym again, he still has a very party-like atmosphere and drinks a LOT. The first day I got to his place, we went out sight-seeing, then to a dinner party at another friend's house which lasted for 8 hours (it took over an hour for him to actually LEAVE the party from the point where he first said to the hosts, "OK, we'd better get going then").
I don't know what it is, but other people's animals usually "go for" me, and to Underdawg's amazement, their faithful dog slept downstairs next to my couch the entire night (I notice family cats tend to do that too). And I'm no Dr Doolittle, but that cockateel was WAY cool and would sing everytime it saw me until I took it out of its cage. I had that bird on my shoulder pretty much the whole time I was there, to the point Underdawg and his boyfriend joked that they'd need to check my duffle-bag as I was leaving to make sure I didn't sneak the bird out with me. That same day, I also finally met Underdawg's 20-year-old gay nephew who had just moved out from Florida to look for work in San Diego. This is one of the nicest kids I've met in a long time. He's sincere, interesting and you can tell he doesn't have a malicious bone in his body. Unfortunately, at 6' he's also about 150lbs overweight and I can tell he also has issues with low self-esteem. We hit it off immediately, and by the night time because of everyone talking about the severe cold (weird for San Diego) he started offering to share his bed rather than have me sleep on the downstairs couch again. At first I made excuses like keeping him up all night snoring (but seriously, I never snore) and such. But he'd counter saying things like, "that's OK. I'm used to loud noises. I'll be fine". Finally, Underdawg saw my situation and although extremely drunk, made it clear to his nephew that he didn't want ME sleeping in the upstairs bed with him (thank you, Underdawg).
Here's the thing; Underdawg's nephew is a really great kid. He has a very nice face (he looks like a dark-haired version of Will Wikle from "Another Gay Sequel"). But for his own health AND self-esteem, he needs to get himself in shape. I HATE the thought of this 20-year-old kid missing out on the prime of his youth, or potentially being victimized by someone because of his low self-esteem. I had a long talk with Underdawg about this the following morning and he assured me he was trying to get his nephew on a diet and set up with a colleague of his at the gym to get a program set out. I would consider it a blessing if the next time I went down there, I was met by a buffed, dark-haired younger Will Wikle that made me salivate, so he could tell me confidently, "Hey, Suave, you had your chance".
So, that's pretty much my trip; ups and downs. It's just as cold and rainy now back at home as it was in San Diego, so this will be a gloomy week meteorogically speaking. But it's good to be home.
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