Stealth Barebacked

Here's a cautionary tale that I feel I must share with you, my good readers. In the spirit of the ever-popular ABC Afterschool Specials, I've decided to entitle this story, "Mommy, I think Johnny just put his raw cock in my butt-hole". Before I get into specifics, I'll have to mention what led to this turn of events:

Work-wise this week has been very tedious. The upside is that I just found out today that my piss-ant suck-bucket of a company is going to acquired by an enormously larger international company we'll call "the Borg". I'm interested in the possibilities this acquisition may bring, as well as the stock options I will be able to exercise immediately should I weather the coming storm. Meanwhile, my good friend Muff-Diver from Sacramento came out to stay with me as he is currently relocating back to the bay area. It was great having him out here and I always enjoy visiting him. But having guests means I have to tone down my more "temporary" guests; namely my hook-ups. So, by the time Friday rolled around, I was randy as a jack-rabbit. So, when I got home from work I went online and got hit up by a visiting flight-attendent (often happens around weekends). His online pics were nice (posting them here; reason for this will be apparent shortly)

He made it clear he was up for meeting and gave me his number so we could meet at his hotel. I called as I was ready to leave and immediately recognized his strong accent as Brazilian. I let him know I was up for fucking him, and he asked if I had any condoms. I said yes, I'd bring some, and headed over. When I showed up at his hotel, he looked exactly like his pics (only wearing a towel) and immediately started pawing at me and going for the kiss. I didn't recoil, but I did start moving my lips out of direct line of fire, opting to nuzzle his neck to feign interest. The reality was I just wasn't into sensuality at that moment-- I was feeling far more animalistic. He was very agressive tho and seemed to be one step ahead of me and went for the long ranger which was already rock hard (BTW I swear there is just no rhyme, reason or logic to this, but for the last 3 or so weeks I've been having the most awesome fly-popping erections and high sex-drive. I REALLY wish I knew what caused it; diet? chemical imballance? seasonal change? barometric pressure?) He went down to suck it, and I recoiled, grabbing him by the face and forcing his mouth open. He complied; his mouth wide open and tongue hanging out like he was drinking from a water fountain. I looked at my massive cock and slapped him in the face with it twice. Fuck yeah, bitch! Then I eased it into his mouth and began skull-fucking him, which he loved.

He pulled my pants all the way down and then started getting more agressive again, pushing me on my back onto the bed. Then he strattled me, rubbing his butthole on top of my cock, and in one motion leaned into kiss me again and popped my cock about an inch inside him. I remembered he'd asked for a condom and said, "Hold on, I brought the condoms you asked for" while reaching for it in my pants. And with that he eased me out of himself, grabbed the condom from me, unwrapped it and suited up my cock. I really HATE when guys put the condom on for me, as I'm really creeped out by the thought of their finger-nails scratching my cock or the "snap" that often happens when they let go of the condom. Anyway, he put it on, then started rubbing it really roughly as if to jack me off and keep my dick hard I thought. Then he put some spit on his hand, stroked my dick again, and sat back on it and started riding it. He kept one hand firmly holding the base of my cock while he really worked the shaft and head with some expert boy-pussy muscles. I usually don't like getting ridden, but he was doing a very good job at it-- so good that after about 3 minutes of him wrapping that fuck-hole around my dick, I grabbed his hand away, pulled him towards me, rolled over on him missionary and pounded his hole until I shot a HUGE load, while he jacked off his 6" cock (umm....yeah...sorry to burst your bubble, but not all Brazilians are hung) and came on his abs.

I was ready to pull out and he immediately grabbed at my cock again and said, "let me take care of that for you" and roughly tried to pull off the condom as my dick slid out from his anus. I was really getting tired and annoyed of him grabbing at my dick so I pushed his hand away and said, "that's alright, man. Let me do it." When the long ranger came out of him, I noticed the head of my cock was glistening and bare, and a load of cum was leaking from the Brazilian's hole. Not like I panicked or anything, but I thought I should say something. Then I noticed a small piece of the condom (it was pink) on the rug near the bed. This little fucker had stealthed me! He pretended to want to fuck with a condom over the phone and got me to fuck him raw and blow a load up his ass. That's the reason I'm posting his pics; so if anyone hooks up with him you know what you're getting into (literally). I feel so abused-- so taken advantage of and dirty!!!

Eh....I'm over it.

More Brazilian Boning

Yesterday I decided to work from home. I live in a very residential/planned community; kinda like Naples, Long Beach or Lago Maggiore, Coral Gables. So, while it's a kick-ass place to wake up to in the morning, and quiet place to get work done, there's not a lot in the way of crowds or travelers. The one exception is a small hotel catering to an office park walking distance from my house. I got a call in the morning from Lumberjack (who I haven't seen in months) and he offered to come by my place during lunch. I conveniently got to fuck his sweet ass (hasn't changed) before returning to my work (he had to leave soon after as well so it worked out). By the time I had finished my projects, it was already 9:30pm, and the long-ranger was getting restless again. I knew my chances of hooking up that evening weren't that good--but I went online anyway. As fate would have it, I started chatting with a dark-skinned guy visiting from NYC. His pic was pretty random and he didn't have a face pic with it. But the cool and rare thing about it was that he was staying at that hotel I mentioned (never hooked up with anyone staying there since it's very business-oriented). So, I thought since I could walk there, I'd take the chance that this guy was butt-ugly.

I got there and the guy looked like a poor-man's Alfonso Ribeira, but definitely in his mid-20's. He was wearing a towel, which I quickly took off to see the goods. Not surprisingly the pic he sent out was NOT him--this guy was about 10 lbs heavier, different body-type altogether, and this guy was only about 7" cut whereas the guy in the pic was shall we way, much lengthier. This guy also had a weird accent I couldn't place, so I asked him where he was from, and of course he said "New York". "yeah, but where were you born?" I asked, and he said, "Brazil". Without hesitation, I continued in Portuguese, "OK. Get on the bed. Put you're knees here and your ass up". He complied and the good part was he had a HUGE round, firm ass. He had a little of the negro-funk in the trunk, but it was tolerable, so I burried my face in his ass like a dog in a supperdish till his hole was nice and ready. At that point I had suited up and started to slide my cock in his tight but pliant hole. It took a couple tries to get my hole cock in, and once it was in I just started pounding him (no thought to it, and no mercy). I eventually flipped him over and was doing him missionary. I was going at it pretty hard and happened to catch a glance at his face; he stared at me with his brow furrowed in what look like annoyance. I didn't care, and thought this would be a good time to finish up, which I did and pounded a load out. As I pulled out, I noticed by his wet-spot on his belly I had hit a bull's eye. But just from the vibe I was getting I didn't really care, so I just went to wash up.

When I got out, he was still lying on the bed and hadn't moved. Against my better judgement, I asked, "are you OK?" He responded almost in monotone, "that's not the way I like to have sex." "What do you mean?" I was morbidly interested. He continued, "You have a big dick (*he used the word "pimboca" which I HATE*) but all you did was fuck me with it and didn't do anything else." I was in a serious state of "pshhhh, whatever" and said, "well, you came without even touching yourself, so I guess my dick did what it was supposed to." He didn't respond, and I had my clothes on by now so I said, "You sent me someone else's pic who is in much better shape. Believe me, if I were with THAT guy, I'd have done a LOT more." Then I left the hotel and walked home. This was yet another experience which confirms my opinion about Brazilians; They are NOT all good looking, they do not all have big dicks, but they are ALL full of drama.

The next morning I had a lot of errands and family stuff to do, culminating in me impulse-buying a large and expensive piece of furniture (but seriously, it looks GREAT, no regrets). The day went by too fast, which tends to happen when corraled by relatives unfortunately (especially now that I'm working). But this evening, I finally got to hook up with a guy I'd been talking to online for months. He's a very good looking white guy with a black-guy's ass (his words, and I agree).


He's originally from the mid-west and had a very reserved demeanor in bed, but definitely took my fucking like a champ. He said, "that's probably the most agressive I've ever had it in bed." I smirked and asked, "was that a good thing?" He smiled back, "it was great. you know what you're doing." Just as I was getting my hopes up, he started to dress and said, "well, I'm kinda sorta getting into a relationship with someone right now. I don't know where it's going exactly. I guess that's why I came over tonite." Another "pshhh, whatever" moment. But I didn't let it show and said, "well, then you'll have to call me, cuz I won't call you." He responded, "fair enough. but don't stop talking to me online or anything." I smiled as I walked him out. Yup, too good to be true there. But at least the balls are dry.

Phoning Phrenzy

You've all probably heard the old joke kids; crank calling someone and asking "Is Jeremy there?" then when the victim says no, hanging up and calling back, repeating "Is Jeremy there?" Then when the victim says no, calling back a 3rd time and saying, "hello, this is Jeremy. Do I have any messages?" Welllll...when I left for Europe last year I gave up my cell phone and made sure I could still communicate with my friends via email or internet phone. But since I've been back, I've heard repeatedly from friends who have tried to get in touch with me, so they call my old number and end up speaking to a (by now) very annoyed "Dr Long" who relays in a very irritated tone that this phone no longer blongs to a person named "Suave". Almost makes me wonder how many lost booty calls are sitting in Dr Long's voicemail. Oh well. She's a doctor and I'm sure she's heard it all.

Leading to today's rant; Brazilians are so mediocre. Great music. Good soccer team. But just plain mediocre in bed. I was talking to this guy online about a month ago and I noticed his writing was not native English, so I asked him where he was from. Seriously, there are certain people I will just NOT stick my dick inside...and I can usually smell them a mile away. He kept evading the answer until he finally said "Italian". I knew he wasn't but said, "listen, if you aren't proud or honest with who you are or where you come from then you're not worth my time." And I blocked him soon after that conversation. But lo' and behold, today he messaged me under a DIFFERENT name and although something was slightly familiar about the conversation, I didn't know we had spoken earlier until he called to ask directions. At that point, from his pretty Brazilian accent I said in Portuguese, "Hey, are you from Brazil?" He said IN ENGLISH, "no. I'm Italian", to which I said in ITALIAN, "Oh, hey, your accent sounds very Brazilian. You totally could have fooled me there." Then a few seconds of quiet on the phone. Finally, he responds, IN ENGLISH, "actually I AM from Brazil." Now I knew who he was, and asked, "Why did you lie then?" "I just don't like talking about where I'm from" he responded. I was just not feeling it at this point so I said, "great, well, when I'm getting ready to head out now, so let's talk later." then hung up. Usually, Brazilians are like ultra-proud and borderline arrogant that God made them Brazilian. So, whatever this guy's issues were, I didn't know or care. I just didn't trust him at this point. So, plan "B"; another guy had been messaging me to say he was interested. He is black, toned, tall and had a ghetto-style brand® Booty. He said his name is "Nando", which is pretty common in any Latin-language country, but his voice was just like a pretty random American gay-boy. When he came over, he started channeling Barbara Walters as if on a celebrity interview. But I since I wasn't in the mood to talk about what tree I'd really rather be, I stopped answering his questions and abruptly started undressing him. He didn't appreciate it at first and told me to slow down, but I ignored him and soon had him bent over my bed with me fucking his ass doggie style. He started moaning in enjoyment and then asked for some lube so he could jack off. I ignored him again as I just got more annoyed since I HATE when guys get lube all over everything, especially ME. I flipped him over missionary and banged his hole harder and harder till I shot my load. Then, being the benevolent fuck that I am, with my dick still inside him I reached over and grabbed the lube and poured some on his cock. "I want you to keep fucking me and jack me at the same time" was his response. He had a nice 7-inch dick and I thought it couldn't hurt. But after about 3 minutes I was done with this, so I said, "I want you to finish now." He took the command and started jacking himself, then commanded me to fuck him harder. I obliged to give him a big finished and pounded him like a jackhammer with my semi-hard dick still in him. After we were done, he started in with the interrogation again, asking (among other things) "Are you portuguese?" "Nope. You're the first person to ever accuse me of that" I replied. Turns out he was in fact from Brazil, but moved here when he was 2 years old, blah blah blah. I don't know if it was him personally, the Brazilian dude that soured me before he came over, or just my mood today in general, but this guy couldn't shut up and leave soon enough. Even after putting on my clothes, he still laid in my bed asking questions until I finally said, "Hey, I have to do some errands before the places close." He took the hint and asked to was off "real quick", which of course turned out to be 10 minutes. While in the bathroom, I could hear him doing yet one last that annoys me: when guys use half a fucking role of toilet paper to clean up!!! You DON'T need to make a paper mitten every time you wipe yourself!!! Anyway, this just proves my working theory of Brazilians as mediocre fucks. So, when white guys go on about "Man! Brazilians are SO HOT!" I just subtly look away and roll my eyes.