A Cum-Slut Bottom of My Very Own

This weekend was Dore Alley, and there were a lot of factors in my decison to NOT go this year; family visiting, accompanying friends unavailable and basic apathy. Although 9 times out of 10 I can manage to find a nice ass to fuck somewhere there, I'm coming to the conclusion that a) it's just too much trouble for the "return" and b) I'm really just trying to relive the first time I went 6 years ago and got laid there. The fact is, that first time I totally didn't plan to get laid, but ended up standing behind an extremely cute blond kid in his early 20's with his bubble-butt hanging out of his assless chaps. He was already pretty drunk, and although I had never done this before, I casually suggested doing some naughty things with his ass and we ended up fucking in the portables. This was probably one of the top 5 hottest experiences of my life. And like I said, even though I have gotten lucky there many times since, NOTHING has ever come close to this experience. So, I think I've come to the realization that I don't need to go to Dore anymore as I'm really just chasing the dragon there.

The cool thing is that day I ended up meeting a VERY hot Latin dude who looks like Benjamin Bratt with a shaved head (yup, gonna call him Ben). Ben lives walking distance from my place in a very SWANK condo (not his, he has a roomate). Kinda still crushing on this one, so I'm gonna keep the details here simple: when we got our clothes off, Ben was a fucking MASTERPIECE to look at. His body is chiseled like a statue. He's currently a realtor, but is very obviously a former cholo as both his arms and his back are covered in very artistic but simple ink tatoos. I asked him, "did you get those in or out?" and he looked at me puzzled and said "what do you mean?" So, he hasn't been to prison (or at least he's pretending he hasn't). He was very cute while we were having sex, and asked me during and after if we were going to do it again (I said yes).

Friday night, I was extremely close to having blue-balls. I set a time later in the eve with a hook-up who flaked (aaaaaaaand he's out) which meant that around 11pm I had very few options. I ended up putting an ad on craigslist (this shows you how low I had sunk), and even THEN, the "bites" were very few, most likely due to all the activities going on up in SF due to Dore alley weekend. I finally got hit up by someone I had fucked around 3 years ago; blond, ripped white dude in his early 30's. Now, before I go into our exchange, I have to preface this by saying 2007 was a very strange year for me; I went through 4 career changes, bought a "new" house (the one I'm in now), traveled to 9 countries (the most I'd ever done in 1 year), and for some reason was the most overweight I'd ever been in my life (not obese, but definitely about 15lbs overweight, and it was all in my stomach/sides). So, after we exchanged initial emails with my pics, the IM's went as follows:

Him: we hooked up before. Those must be some really old pics

ME: Really? I dont recognize yours. But actually my pics were taken at the gym 2 weeks ago.

Him: huh? U shure? You were definitely a lot heavier back then.

ME: Am I sure the pictures were taken at the gym 2 weeks ago? yes. I was right there when I took them. How long ago did we meet?

Him: a few years ago. You were just moving in or something.

ME: Ah. yup, now I remember. You work for XXXXXXXX

Him: yeah. still there. Well, you can come over if those are really your recent pics. I'm on XXXXXXXXXXX

So, I went over to his place and while his face hadn't changed, his body was definitely nowhere near as toned as it had been (had some pretty pronounced love-handles). Now, I don't CARE about this-- it was just odd that he was such a fanatic body-nazi when he hadn't kept his up. It actually made me more confident knowing I was the hot one out of the two of us now, and I started off by making him pose for a couple of pics:

One part didn't change; he still has a HOT ass! DAYUM! I ended up mounting him from behind, then strattling on top of him while he was butts-up and fucking him up and down (I rarely do this, but like I said, I was feeling cocky). Then I got off him, roughly pulled him on his back, pushed his legs up, and rammed my cock in him (he was already loosened up, so I knew it wouldn't hurt him...too much). I commanded him to hold his legs up with his hands, and then I leaned back and positioned the long-ranger to hit his prostate directly on each stroke, his cock was rock hard. After about 30 seconds of that he let his legs down and held out his hand to stop and said, "wait!" "What's up?" I asked. He paused, then, "I don't know, it just felt weird." I just smirked, "dude, you were gonna cum. You never came without touching yourself before, right?" He looked at me puzzled, "no." I continued, "well, it's probably not gonna happen now. But next time, just go with it." Then I started pumping again, this time missionary until I pounded my load out. He came a few seconds later, and that was that. Would be nice to repeat as he's a nice fuck, but there's also something weird going on with him upstairs. So, not banking on it.

Now, on to my final topic. I don't know if I am the worlds #1 ass connoisseur, but I rank pretty high. Meaning, if there were an ass-judging contest, I'd be perfect for the panel (hint hint). And while some people never forget a face, I'm pretty much the same way with asses. So, the other day I'm online and see a party ad on adam4adam for "cum slut bottom taking loads all afternoon long" with just an ass pic-- which I recognized immediately. But I thought someone might have stolen the pic, so just to be sure, I created a fake account and asked if the "host" of this "party" had a face pic to send, and he did. Sure enough, it matched the ass-pic and was none other than Norseman. In retrospect, this explains SO MUCH.

See, personally, I'm a greedy top. A VERY greedy top. The thought of being surrounded by 6+ HOT bottom boys all bent over in a row vying for their "turn" with my cock, and then begging me to cum inside them while I'm fucking, while the others plead for me not to cum until they get their turn is the stuff that gives me endless nights of jack-off material. But the reverse; a bottom who wants 6+ guys to fuck him and cum inside him-- well, as a top this repulses me. A butt full of cum--MY cum-- is hot. But the thought of one of MY bottoms getting loaded up with someone else's cum just doesn't do it for me. Plus, to me there is something damaged about the idea of someone who just wants to have as much cum inside him as possible, REGARDLESS of who is doing the fucking. I just don't see anything sexy about a young kid getting loaded up by some geriatric furry whale squeeling effeminately.

So, in sum, I could definitely go for a cum-hungry bottom, provided he's hooked on MY cum. I've been seeing Billy pretty regularly (like 2+ nights a week) and if things were to work out with ANY guy on a steady relationship, I'd be loading him up regularly. But I guess there's a fine line between being a cum-hungry and cum-slut bottom. OK, I'm rambling now so gonna stop here.

RSS (bottom) Feeds

I found out from a friend of mine that another blog is using the RSS feed to show MY posts to HIS blog in their entirety. I then emailed the owner of said blog (who repulses me physically, morally and character-wise; he's sincerely damaged) and asked him very politely to remove my posts. He then emailed me with "are you sure?" followed by a 3-paragraph justification of why I should let him continue to do this. I then explained how I found his views, opinions and more importantly, actions morally repugnant to me and did not want to associate myself with him or his blog. He then went into a diatribe of how he's a regular Mother Teresa and essentially providing a service to all young kids who (misguidedly!) want to become HIV +. He followed that saying posting my blog posts through the RSS feed was completely within google's guidelines and legal.

Well, yes, you bottom-feeding whale, legally you can. And since I tried to explain the concept of courtesy to you before and obviously failed, let me attempt to do so through analogy; if there is a race on public property and someone decides to set up a table with a sign that says "free water" and gives them out to the runners as they pass by, legally you can waddle yourself up from the spectator section and carry off as many bottles as you can fit in your many pockets (I'm speaking of the anatomical ones comprised of all your flab and lose skin). It's just common courtesy to ASK that person if it would be OK to take some water, and at an ABSOLUTE MINIMUM, say "hello". Seriously, had this guy at a minimum said hello and asked, OR had he at least after the fact said, "hey, I'm sorry for not asking. I didn't think you'd mind" most likely I would have still asked him to remove my posts. But it would have shown me he has character or some redeaming value-- this was just a confirmation he has neither. But I AM grateful he did what he said and took down my blog-posts and therefore have not named him, but want to reiterate that if you ARE one of those people who came here from that particular blog, I do not support, endorse, agree with it nor do I want to be associated in any way with the author.

OK, now on to another previous topic: the bull's-eye. I got a few comments and emails about this. In fact, my good friend Sven even told me the other day that while his boyfriend strattled Sven's huge 9"+ uncut dick the other night, he too hit a bull's-eye with his boyfriend. Apparently this was not only the first time for his boyfriend, but also the first time for Sven (and this boy has definitely been around the block and back). Both are now in their 40's, so the moral is I guess it just has to do with the right equipment being used under the right circumstances. And who knows, maybe someone will hit one with Sven himself someday.

And now, some of my own boning; I went up to SF over the weekend to a small group of 3 other guys; all in their mid to late 20's, 1 white, 1 latin and one extremely buffed Asian. All the guys were WAY hot but the white guy was the only "bottom" (here he is getting fucked by the Asian guy, then the Latin guy).

I got off my first round in him, but for some reason I wanted a bigger challenge. I started really doubling-down on the buffed Asian guy, but each time I went for his hole he shook his head and said he was a top and didn't get fucked. I moved on to the latin guy-- same thing. And the thing is, BOTH of them had NICE asses (well, so do I, I've been told) and I REALLY wanted in! So, while the latin dude was pounding the white guy and the Asian guy watched wide-eyed, I suited up behind him and started nibbling on his ear saying, "that looks SOOO hot." he nodded. Instead of touching his ass with my hands, I started massaging his neck and shoulders, then doing some neck sucking and massaging it with my tongue. He was really getting into it, and wouldn't you know it, "Pop!" the long-ranger was sliding inside him. I didn't want to draw any attention or do ANYTHING which could cause us to stop, so I just kept fucking him standing up, inching my dick further and further in. Finally, he just bent over the bed and I started grinding and pumping. Unfortunately, the Latin guy looked up from fucking the white guy and said, "Dude, that's HOT! Let's switch!" and quickly pulled his cock (he was as big as me, only his curved downwards) out of the white guy. This freaked the Asian guy out and he pushed me out of him and said, "nah, nah. It hurts too much. I can't do it anymore." Fuck! It didn't hurt when I was inside him or he wouldn't have bent over like that. But that was it. He was NOT having repeats.

But...heh heh heh...when it was the Asian's turn to fuck the white guy with his 3" prick, I quietly did the same thing to the latin dude...and it worked : ) Not only did he take the bait, we ended up on the bed fucking missionary. The whole time, he kept telling me "go real slow. I don't ever get fucked." Well, he was now. Only I couldn't really pump or thrust too hard or fast with him. But I did manage to get off round two inside him. Good times!

After my shenanigans at the hotel, I decided to take what little energy I had left and invest it in a workout at a gym in SF. And I stacked more than I ever have yet, so BOOM! Suckaz (gotta use my catch-phrase for this year a few more times when possible). I was thoroughly pumped and bulgey, and as I was looking for some weights to do some curls I passed by a guy who caught my eye, then I looked away. I sensed a slight awkwardness so I looked over again, and it turned out to be my Psycho-Ex from years back, so I went over to talk to him (he wouldn't have come up to me, even though he desperately wanted to). Not gonna go into the psycho-details here, but suffice it to say when we were going out this guy was always a very BUFFED, Bubble-butt Asian boy (I call them "BBBAB's", and I've dated 3 in my life). But looking at him now, he definitely lost a LOT of mass, and now while definitely toned, was no longer what I would consider buffed at all. Still fuckable, but not "hot", and I was actually a bit sad by it. I made small talk with him for about 2 minutes then awkwardly wrapped it up so I could continue my workout.

So, that's about it for now. To wrap things up here and bring them full circle:

Parties of the Beach, Pool and World-Cup Varieties

I'd have to say this summer is one of the most active ones I've experienced in recent memory. This isn't necessarily a good thing, as I also appreciate my down/relaxation time. But it has been pretty fun so far. Even though last week was a "short" one due to the 4th of July holiday, I was feeling run-down and when Friday rolled around I was not at all looking forward to all the social events happening on the weekend. But thankfully, Saturday morning after a long 10-hour sleep I felt like a new man and said, "Let the games begin!" And what better way to start-off the festivities than with a HOT new fuck-bud; a 30-something buffed black dude with an AWESOME body, face and personality (his face and smooth voice remind me of Billy D Williams circa 1980, so I'm gonna call him "Billy"). Turns out this guy was a real-estate agent who due to the economy and real-estate market's downturn decided to become a flight-attendant...and you'd never know it by looking at him. Damn! Looks more like an air martial (or a bouncer). I don't think any passenger will be hassling him for another drink once he tells them they're "cut off". Anyway, when he came over I answered the door shirtless in sweats, did my usual strut back to the fuck-room, and then flopped my dick out to see how he would react. He immediately knelt and started sucking me, which meant I was fully in control and there would be no give-and-take here.

I noticed he was carryng a little "kit" with him, which is usually a bad sign (usually means it has everything that person "NEEDS" to have sex inside it). But in this case, the only thing he wanted from it was poppers (eh, whaddyagonnado?) and lube (I told him I only had spit to offer). Once I pulled off his clothes, I noticed something else: he is now officially number 3.

Not that I care; just an observation. Plus, a certain friend of mine tends to get quite pissy when I tell him I've just fucked a black guy with a big dick, and usually responds, "You prick! Don't ruin it for us bottoms! Save the big-dicked ones for us!" Aaaaaanyway, another NICE observation (maybe you can see it too in the second pic); for a black guy, he had a BEAUTIFUL pink hole. Usually the darker guys have pretty dark holes; not a bad thing, but there's just something pavlovian with me about seeing a pink one. And his really did if for me. I was pounding that ass like it was my own toy-- and Billy loved it. Nice way to start the weekend.

Later that day I went to a bonfire at a beach up in SF organized by this former party-kid who is now trying to go legit. The crowd was low-key and very "no-attitude" (read between the lines). While I had an OK time there, I didn't meet anyone I was interested in outside of this gathering (sexually or otherwise) and actually had a much better time later at the gym. And an even BETTER time boning the Mario Lopez-looking very gay kid later that evening. Here's the thing: I mentioned how I was thinking about weeding him out of my harem after the "flame out" at the restaurant a couple weeks back. But this kid's ass is a fucking force of nature. He came over in the eve, unfortunately drunk, and just let me use his beautiful bubble-butt however I wanted. And while I know he's very attracted to me sexually, I do feel a bit guilty when he's here drunk; NOT because I'm taking advantage of him (I know he'd do/and has done the same things sober). But it's just that I feel I should be telling him after his DUI he should know better and tell him not to bother driving over if he's had anything to drink. Will that mean he cuts me off and goes on to the next long dick he finds? Who knows? Probably. But it would definitely sooth my conscience. I'm definitely having moral issues here. And as I'm writing this post, I think I've made my decision.

The next day was 2 different world-cup parties; one was a pool-party with friends and colleagues from work. Both parties were AWESOME, but the results were extremely disappointing, in that it will make being around Spanyards just that much more difficult for the near term. And Lastly, I fucked this hot white dude:

He's got a very nice ass, but a so-so hole (the pucker feels snug around my dick, but inside it has a weird shape that hits my cock at odd angles like a maze. Hard to explain). He finally let me snap a couple pics, and my fucking phone camera wouldn't take a decent picture. After the 4th attempt I stopped, as I didn't want to break the mood. He was duly rewarded with a "bulls-eye" when we fucked missionary-- the first in his life. When we were done he was wide eyed and talking a mile a minute, "that was fuckin' too much. How'd you do that? Your dick just kept rubbing my prostate. I could feel it over and over. Man! I've never cum without touching myself. EVER." Well, little camper, now you have.

A Bull, A Spaz, Some Spider Monkeys and Ghosts went to a party...

This last weekend was full, to say the least. Underdawg and his boyfriend came up from San Diego for a visit. Since they are VERY hospitable everytime I go down to San Diego, I really thought the least I could do would be to put them up at my place and show them around. The problem here is both of them are functioning alcoholics, so all activities had to center around them getting drunk. After picking them up from SFO, we went back to my place where they began drinking (Underdawg emailed me to make sure I had bud-light and Vodka at my place), then I took them up to the Castro where we met Sven, his boyfriend and unfortunately, Spaz for an evening of bar-hopping. This was the first time Sven had met Underdawg and his boyfriend, and he made it clear the next day how he was at a loss as to why these guys were my friends. The fact is, Underdawg and I go way back, as they say. And though you'd never know it now, he was once a Falcon Pornstar and a great (sober) "Big Brother" to me at I time when I really needed it. And they are still very real, unpretentious and hospitable "shirt of their backs" kind of people (although I was admitedly glad to put them on a train next morning so they could continue the next phase of their trip).

On to the next day, where Sven, his boyfriend and I had made plans to meet Red (who Sven has also boned...small gay world) at a house he and some friends were renting up at the Russian River. To my chagrin, Sven invited Spaz along...AGAIN. We took 2 cars from our rendezvous point in SF, and since Sven rode with me I explained to him that while I didn't find Spaz as abhorrently loathsome as maggots feasting on an open lesion, I didn't think he'd fit in to all types of social situations (basically anything not involving board games). To drive this point home, I told him how I specifically did NOT invite Underdawg and his boyfriend, since I couldn't vouche for their behavior at the places we were going, nor did I think they would mix well with those particular crowds. Sven is a very good and loyal friend, and I understand he was trying to help out his friend Spaz, who just went through a break-up, by keeping him company and occupied. But while we both agreed Sven is a "mega-mixer", I'm old school and prefer not to mix my vinegar and water friends in closed settings (bars, parks and other places you don't need an invitation are OK since it's up to someone else to throw them out if necessary).

Back to the Russian River party; when Sven and I arrived it was pretty low-key as this was also a very party-hearty crowd, so when we got there at 5pm, they were still slowly waking up and getting their second-wind so to speak. The house they rented was a mansion that they split up among 12 guys for the long weekend. I took off my shirt since this was the dress-code and, I told Red to give me a tour of the place. When we got into a room that was secluded enough, I wasted no time in pulling down his shorts (he was going commando) and massaging his pink hole. He didn't resist (I wouldn't have let him anyway) and just as I was about to bend him over for a fuck, a friend (hot 20-something guy) of his walked in on us. Now, this COULD have been one of those "bow-chicka-BOW-wow" moments, but when Red pulled up his shorts and said, "yeah, I think I'm not going to change out of my shorts just yet" I sensed an awkwardness to the situation, so I decided to play along. But this hot friend of his just kept making small conversation and apparently looked for excuses to stay in the room ("Um...have either of you seen a pair of sandals anywhere?") but FINALLY got the hint and left. I asked Red what that was about, and he said, "Oh, don't worry. He's just into whatever. If you told him directly to leave, he would have left. If you told him to get over here and suck your dick with me, he would have done that too." Fuck! I guess I was just too worried about losing my "bird in the hand" fuck with Red to see the signals. Oh well, I definitely took out my sexual frustration on Red's ass and pounded home a nice orgazm. Later that eve, everyone at the house, including one extremely obnoxiously loud, drunk chick who showed up (I distinctly thought this was going to be a sausage-fest, hold the tuna) decided to go to a local resort for awhile. I took this as my cue to exit for Bull's party. While I had a GREAT time with Sven and wished he would have come along, since he invited Spaz, I'm also grateful they all decided to stay.

Now, onto the next part of the journey; Bull's annual 4th of July party. Here's where things naturally got wild (but that was the point). When I got there, Bull was already creating a heavy haze with his inner-circle (eeesh, that really doesn't sound right). I chilled out in his bedroom with him and about 5 other guys as they smoked weed and injested a number of other alphabetical substances I just couldn't keep track of. "A" was there too; we'd been communicating via facebook, but hadn't seen each other in person since our "date" about a year ago. He told me he was up to 200lbs and lost about 15 of it but still felt overweight. When I saw him in person, I can say he is still probably 15lbs overweight, but as cute as I'd ever seen him. I tried to mask my dissapointment at watching him do drugs, and also tried to mask my persistent crush on him. But I also think I realized it would just never work between us for too many reasons to list. The really sad thing was later a couple walked in who were in their 40's (I'm thinking, don't know for sure), emaciated, shaved bald, hairless and pale bodies with obvious signs of advanced AIDS who after saying their hello's proceded to smoke crack. They sincerely reminded me of walking ghosts, and this is NOT what I want for A. But all I can really do is wish the boy well.

So, I figured that was a good time to leave the room, and after paying my respects to the host and participating in the seriously random and uninspired conversations (A is truly the odd man out in that regard as he is very intelligent, which makes it so much more of a waste) I headed out to the pool-party portion of the evening. When I arrived at the hot-tub, I noticed there were about 4 Spider-monkeys (lanky twinks strung out on whatever the fuck who were flayling and splashing around talking a mile and minute and thinking everything they said or heard was amazingly funny). I decided to hold-off until the human-to-spider-monkey ratio was more in my favor and came back 1/2 hour later after some light snacks (I hadn't eaten anything but ice-cream, coffee and beef jerky that whole day...more on that later). I noticed everyone was wearing trunks and said authoratively, "you guys are obviously unaware, but the house rules are no trunks after sun-down." One hot guy turned to me and before he could say, "Oh yeah? well whatabout-" I pulled down my trunks to let the long-ranger flop out and stepped in. Over the next few minutes, one by one the other hot-tubbers pulled off their trunks like giggly highschool kids.

I gave myself a good hour to pick out the guys I most wanted to fuck during this party, but as (un)luck would have it, the guys who I was most interested were progressively strung-out (I mean in an obnoxious chatty and jerky sense as opposed to being listless...which I can deal with) or in one case, total tops like me. I settled on a buffed black dude with a shaved head and fucked him over the sink in the bathroom (ah, that bathroom has seen quite a bit of action from me over the years). Unfortunately, the same incident that happened last time occured again; after I came and went back to the hot-tub the long-ranger was in total hibernation mode. And the SAME transexual (only I could have sworn it was a she-to-he; turns out it is a he to she, which definitely makes more sense) jumped in the hot-tub too, and started making the most cringe-worthy comments, including an awkward pass at me ("tonite would be extra special if someone would just take me. I'd prefer it were someone who wasn't drunk or on drugs..." meaning me, since I was the only one who fit this particular bill at that moment). So, my extra hard workout from the morning, my lack of food, the audio-wood-kill, coupled with the fact that I just finished boning were all factors in my inability to regain a stiffy. It made me wonder if skipping food for a couple of days and having a ripped body is worth it if you can't get an erection. But as I listened to conversations, pretty much everyone there who was getting any action was saying how they were on viagra/levitra/cialis (heated conversations ensued on which was best). So, although I swear to you, my good readers, that to date I have NEVER taken any such substance, I may consider it for the next party, just to level the playing field so to speak. Just sezzin'...

The rest of the weekend was definitely low-key. The occasional boning (averaging 2 a day from my regular harem) and home-maintenance/errands etc. No pictures to be had this post, but...damn! The ones from my last post should be good enough to last for a bit : )

The Harsh Reality

As a follow-up to last week's "Sometimes it's not so great" post, I have to say...sometimes it's pretty fucking great : ) This last weekend was "Pride" in SF, which meant there were a slew of out-of-towners descending on our corner of the world. And while it is definitely with fond memories that I look back on participating in last years festivities with Sven, this year he has a boyfriend and I just didn't feel like being a third-wheel (although he swears I'm not- more on that later). So, since I have only a handfull of gay friends scattered around the globe, I really didn't feel motivated to take part in anything involving battling traffic, finding a parking place or rubbing against drag-queens this year. I figured the only thing I really identify with in the gay lifestyle is the whole butt-fucking thing. That's really my only tie there. So, why not celebrate my pride that way? That's the ticket!

A former porn-actor friend of mine invited me to a small group in SF the other eve: 2 other porn guys (all from "Treasure Island" or "Bad-Puppy"), 1 other non-porn guy (like me) AND one very buffed former reality TV star (you can take a guess from the pics, and that's all I'm gonna say). Here's me posing him and one of the other porn dudes before I had them begging me to fuck them (which I did, in-and-out style; one then the other).

Everyone there was under 26 (except me) and out of all 5 of us, there was only other guy with a bigger dick (the non-porn guy), and everyone there was way hot (including me). This party was a little more wild than I'm usually into, most likely because 3 of the guys were porn-actors. The reality-TV guy I can confirm is a major cum-dump bottom (well, versatile technically since at the end he finally did fuck my friend and cum in his ass) and is only into "white guys" (eh, what he doesn't know won't hurt him). I fucked EVERYONE at the party (except the guy with the bigger dick since he says he's also 100% top) at least 3 times and came twice. On a "hotness" scale of 1 to 10 this party was probably a 15. The only thing I didn't appreciate was the pill-popping going on between boning (at least they weren't smoking crack). Definitely one for the books.

So, outside of my regular boning from amongst my harem, that was really the only "Pride" shenanigans I got into. And regarding the harem this last week, I fucked sk8er twice, got a hit the big-dicked 19-year-old again, and was going to get off a few rounds from the Mario Lopez looking gay-kid-- but didn't. Here's why: he called me and asked if I wanted to go out to drinks on eve, and I said no. Then he guilted me saying that outside of one lunch-date all we did was have sex and he wanted to go out to a local restaurant walking distance from my house. I did a mental check and figured there would be no harm in this since I most likely would not see anyone I knew there (did I mention; this kid is REALLY GAY) and decided to pick him up at his house. When we got to the restaurant bar, he immediately ordered some strong drinks and became even gayer drunk than sober...and it wasn't at all charming. After about an hour and a half, I told him I'd need to get going and if he wanted a ride back home we'd need to leave soon. He got very bitter and borderline obnoxious saying things like, "why do we always have to do what YOU want?" Bottom line: he's a VERY nice fuck, but NOT worth the trouble of anything more than a booty call. And considering he's currently working out his DUI, not a very smart kid considering. So, if he wants anything more than sex, I'm most likely going to have to weed him out of the harem as well.

Bull's 4th of July party is up next. Definitely looking forward to it.