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.

Abs vs Cock

Around the onset of puberty I knew I had a larger size dick. I remember looking at myself naked from about the age of 14 and wondering how big it was gonna get. I also remember years later during one extremely agressive jack-off session lasting around 4 hours with me measuring myself every 10 minutes or so, and getting very excited when I hit the 9" mark (yes, not centimeters, so you guessed it, it was here in the US : ) But since I started having sex, then having a LOT of sex, I noticed my dick would often get more attention than me. Sometimes guys (no woman I have ever been with became like this) see my dick and all they want to do from that point forward is suck on it and play with it; to the point where I feel like saying, "Um...do you guys want to be alone?" I even had this experience recently with Trainer, where he was so rigorous in sucking me it really was all I could do to take my mind off the pain until I had to casually make him stop and move on to something else. Gradually, I tried to take the emphasis off my dick, and in so doing, prefer to start off with a semi and not get hard until I'm actually inside whoever I'm going to fuck. And I rarely get to 9" anymore (I'm still 8+ in my profiles) since it just takes too much work to get and keep an erection that size.

So, why am I saying all this? As a point of observation, I've noticed that I've been getting different attention these days. I've always tried to keep myself fit; some years better than others. I'd always thought of myself as irregular in that I was either very skinny with no muscles or I got bulky in my pecs and shoulders but as a consequence would get love handles too. It's only been in the last year that I got a 6-pack (yes, that is my picture in this profile) and have noticed that more and more guys spend less time on my dick and do things like kiss and lick my abs. I swear this is a totally new experience for me. And to be honest, it really isn't a turn on.

I personally like looking at myself in the mirror these days. Yes, I like seeing my schlong bouncing from leg to leg when I walk in the locker room. Yes, I DO like the way my abs look. But the best thing another guy can do to show his appreciation is not to slobber all over either of them. Just bend over show me your hole, and tell me I can do whatever I want with it. Then Happy Birthday to me.

Stretching things

Before I left for Europe, I hooked up with a guy who looks like Jason Lee (RIP) although he is actually half Peruvian half Italian (though slighly Asian looking, no Asian in him). He's buffed, darker, and had a rock-hard ass and medium-sized uncut dick and is actually a licensed physical therapist, but does sports therapy and even personal training to pay the bills (so, I'll call him Trainer). I went to his place and to be honest, back then while I was in decent shape, my mind was more on my impending move as opposed to hitting the gym regularly. We talked for awhile, then ended up have pretty good sex, afterwhich we exchanged pleasantries, numbers and he said we should definitely meet up again soon. Well, that didn't happen. And I let it go.

A few months after I was living in Europe, I started to get emails from an address that looked vaguely familiar like, "Hey man, when can we hook up again?" Those kind of emails bother me almost as much as getting texts that say, "hey". After we went back and forth a few more times, he finally sent his pic and I STILL didn't recognize him. But my curiosity was piqued since it was obvious by his details of our encounter that we had been together once (although i really couldn't remember). A week ago I sent him an email letting him know I was back and he immediately wanted to see me, so we wet it up. When he arrived, NOW I remembered Trainer (although he was now beefier so to speak; not as toned, but not at all bad). He was all over me like a horny dog, and I had to push him off me to say "hello" or "do you want something to drink?" Finally, I took his lead and we went back to my bedroom. Since he's a big boy (taller than me) we played a few minutes of "Quien es mas macho", like trying to act tougher than the other guy, chest thumping, pushing each other around to see who would loose ballance and end up falling on the bed, trying to steal kisses from the other guy's lips while the other guy either pulls away or tyies to land the "blow" just away from his lips and acts like, "that's not gonna happen". Finally I "won" and got him on the bed and we made out like mad-dogs in heat, with long wet sloppy kisses (and for guys who know me, this is a definitely EXCEPTION as usually I hate kissing). Then I stopped, stood above him and said, "dude, you were totally checkng out my boner." He pretended to be offended, "naw dude. you're crazy!" "yeah, you know you want to suck my dick." I said and put it close to his lips. "he looked at it and said, dude, I'm not gonna suck your dick!" But I kept insisting and playfullying putting it near his face while he would try and turn away. Then, in it went and he was swallowing the long ranger down to my nutsack. Then He got up, threw ME back ono the bed and jumped on top of me (thought he'd crush me) and flipped his butthole right above my face while he was sucking my dick like crazy (he actually wasn't all that good at it and it started hurting a few times). I tried to occupy my mind from the bad blow-job by shoving my tonuge deep inside his hole and getting it wet enough to fuck. After what seemed like WAY too long, I finally managed to flip him off me (he was WAY too fixated on my dick), suited up, and mounted him doggie-style as I whispered "now it's going inside you. Better relax your hole or I'm going to make it hurt." he whimpered and let my cock slide in nice and smooth. Then I commanded, "Now hold it tight!" Trainer flexted his hole then let go. "I said HOLD IT!" then spanked his butt. This time he flexed his hole and gripped my cock like a glove. "That's what I'm talking about. Now you can relax" Then I just started pounding Trainer's boy-hole with no mercy. He loved it. He was throwing his ass towards me, bucking, then throwing his body chest down on the bed so I would have to follow-him down and fuck him "prison-style", which I did, butt-slamming him hard. We finally ended up missionary and I pounded him till I came, and he did too. After 1/2 more or so of cuddling, he mentioned he had plans later to see that movie "Up". But that we should definitely keep in touch "now that you're back". I thought, OK, but not gonna hold my breath.

Well, to wrap-up, he did call and we did hook up just a few days later. But this time was not as intense since he had just finished at the gym and was wanting a quick booty-call, which turned out to be an unclean/messy, hurried and awkward event, culminating in him straddling me and cumming on my chest while I had no desire to get off at all at that point. As we were done, and he was washing up (and I was debating if I should fumigate the room) I realized he was probably not someone I'd be interested in on a steady basis. I may give him one more try. But I think I've seen enough.

Back to the USSA

Although my friends now know I'm back, I am fully aware I do owe an explanation for my long hiatus to the larger blogosphere (and change of carrier). Short story is last year I moved to the EU for many reasons (including work). Also, I really was getting pissed off and tired of all the political bullshit going on at the time. I DO follow politics, but it irks me to have to see or deal with psychophants who unquestioningly put all of their hopes and dreams in the one candidate their party puts forth to them. Life was good ini Europe, but for various reasons (i.e. my house) I needed to come back and may be around the whole summer if not longer. So, as a quick catch-up, here are some updates on my friends, bones, and assorted well-wishers:

1. Kev-bo - the economic turn-down would have distroyed or disheartened a lesser man. But not my Kev-bo, who has proven more resilient, resourceful and tallented than an Israeli car-stereo salesman who's fleamarket has just been turned into a strip-mall (maybe a bit esoteric, but if you live in California you'd get it). Kev-bo's been out here since I've been back, but because he's such a buzy boy we didn't get to meet up. I'm hoping to do so on his next trip, OR if I can manage another trip up there to Montreal.
2. Boybitch - although I have gotten constant emails/IM's and phone texts, I haven't reached out to grab that particular brass-ring yet, mostly because he requires too much of my energy and I am still in relaxation mode. But I'll keep that one in my pocket for a rainy day.
3. Houston - turned out to be a bit flakey himself. I will always be grateful for his help during my last move. But I don't like flakiness. If he shows he has improved, I may meet up with him while I'm back. Undecided still.
4. OX - Although he emails me like a lost puppy looking for his master, I finally responded to him telling him I was in Europe with no plans of returning. This kept him quiet. I may have pitty on him at some point in the future.
5. Squid - Looking good, but physically not doing so well (big-boy problems). He's promised he'll take the long-ranger for a ride once evrerything settles, and I will absolutely hold him to that.
6 Twink - AWOL
7. Chef - for a few reasons we have become pretty close. He got really close to me as I was about to leave (as did many friends and "bones") and I thought it was just so they would have someone to visit "over there" (I grew to hate that phrase, "I'll have to come out and visit you" and I'd be like, "Um...or you can get your lazy ass out of bed and visit me while I'm here..."). Anyway, he's doing very well in his job and life. Finally going back to the gym and getting a VERY nice ass in the process.
8. Longbone - We have been in email contact and as a result I was able to schedule my first bone back in the USSA (yes, I added the extra S fo socialism) with him and it was GREAT. Don't believe me?



Well, that's it for now. Much more to come when the jet-lag settles.

Left Behind...

Left Behind
I got back from my trip last night. To summarize: I got a job offer doing something that has the remote possibility of being interesting and fulfilling, but probably isn't. The money was decent, but not great. I accepted the offer, but I gave a start date at the end of this month. So, in the meantime I am pursuing other opportunities here in the US as well as in Europe. Interesting days ahead.

After Chicago, I made the side trip to Seattle to visit my relatives. That was fun as it is always good to see them. My aunt is Filipina so she's really plugged into the Asian community of Seattle, and we made a whole night out of eating at various Vietnamese (BBQ), Chinese (Dim Sum) and Japanese (Mochi and ice-cream) places in downtown Seattle. I was SO stuffed by the time the night was over. The next day, I did get laid by one guy I met online that I hooked up with on my way to the airport. Nothing to write home about, but it did make me nice and relaxed for my airplane ride home, and last night I got a good night's sleep. This morning I got what may be my last call from Toby, saying he was leaving tomorrow for Indiana but wanted my dick one last time. I know I go on and on about how much I love his white boy-butt, so I decided to take a couple phone-cam pictures so I could post them. The first one is before I fucked him:


The second one you can see he's taken a pounding from the long-ranger and his hole is much wider now.


Anyway, I hope he has a safe drive back and a good life. In other news,
I may be forced to safeguard a cat for a friend (Houston) is moving temporarily (?) into an appartment that doesn't allow pets. I like the cat, so we'll see how that transpires. That's about it for now.