On the Mend

This last week was a very heavy work-load as I had to stay at a hotel up in SF and put in 12-hour days at some convention my company was sponsoring. While being in SF drastically increases the probability of getting laid, my energy levels were usually shot at the end of each day. But despite the long hours, I still had a pass from my previous Golds membership and did make 2 trips to the SoMa location since this will be the last opportunity for me to do so unless I buy a new membership (no chance of that). I don't know if it was the crappy weather or just my bad timing, but there were just no shenanigans to be had there (aside from the occasional blowjob or handjob...BORING). But I did manage to acquire 14" biceps for the first time in my life (hells-fuckin'-YEAH, bee-yotch!) so it wasn't a total loss.

Since I was coming off a gym-high I thought my brawniness would be put to waste had I not used it on some guy who wanted his hole to be pounded. So, I did get online and met with a guy who has an uncanny resemblance to Bull (RIP). It was really odd. He has a lot more personality than Bull, but his features, build and facial expression were right on the money. Fucking his beautiful white ass/pink hole was at first weird, but maybe cathartic/therapeutic. I got off two rounds in his hole. Then even saw him the last day I was up in SF for a "quick one".


I also had been talking to a friend of Red for about a month now who lives up in SF (he's a pretty hot, built guy who looks like a young Jeremy Piven with a full head of hair). He says he's straight, lives with a girlfriend and thought I'd be fun to hang with sometime. So, since I've boned Red a few times, I had a mild suspicion here. This was confirmed when we made a plan to go out while I was in SF; he stopped by my hotel room and immediately asked if he could use the shower. "Sure." I said, then about 1o minutes in, he started asking me inaudible things, until I had to go into the bathroom to hear him. He opened the shower and said, "my arms are really sore from my last workout, can you do me a big favor and soap my back for me? I promise I'll make it up to you, dude."


And there it began. I pealed off my clothes, got in, soaped his back and after lightly messing around in the shower, we ended up on the hotel room bed with me fucking him "around the world". He was a hot fuck, and after I pounded my load out, he asked me, "is it OK if I cum now, dude?" I nodded, and he jacked his cock off. Pretty hot there. But immediatly afterwards he started to get dressed, saying how he didn't plan this, how this just happened, how he's straight and has a girlfriend who lives with him etc. Yeah, yeah yeah. Nice try.

Yesterday, I finally got to see Sven, his cat and bird and his weird roommate (really could have done without that one). We went out for Indian food and it was REALLY good to catch up with the boy. Need to do that more often.

Also, I found out that DJ and A are no longer together. The story is that A got swooped-up by some shallow party-dude who models for a trendy online gay site (the "latest thing") devoted to nightlife in SF. DJ was devastated and went on his usual tirade, dragging A's name around the internet and going for the juggular with him (DJ has the ability to pick out the weak-spots in a person and use it against them when necessary to cause maximum damage). So, I CAN say I think it's definitely for the best that A isn't with DJ anymore, but from what it looks like, his new choice in boyfriends is not going to be eliminating drama...just postponing it for awhile. Eh....A. Whaddyagonnado?

This weekend I am hyper-focusing on getting my house in order and packing for my trip back to Europe for the holidays. This will most likely be my last post (at least from the US). So, Merry Christmas, Chappy Channukah and whatever the hell else you wanna throw in there.

Restart

I'm aware people do not visit this blog to hear about my hard-hitting opinions on politics, my satiristic social commentary or lithe, sonnet-like writing style. But I would be remiss in not giving a recap on events these last couple of weeks of air silence. First, as my last post mentioned, Bull died of an apparent drug overdose. This was not surprising given his craquelure lifestlye, but it is still sad. In fact, his memorial service is today, but I will not be going since it is being "hosted" by a bunch of twink/crackhead friends of his who will most likely use this as an opportunity to do drugs together, and that's not the kind of atmosphere or way I want to remember or memorialize him.


This same week, a former room-mate of my pal Kev-bo's died. This guy was also implicated in a very horrible, unsolved murder (not going into details) but still, his death affected Kev-bo and I'm sorry about that. Add to this, my former crack-head ex in Southern California had some perverse co-dependent/enabling relationship with some older guy (they both essentially scored drugs for each other and found places to stay, but I don't think there was any sex involved). Anyway, and I'm sure you're all seeing this coming, this older guy just died of an overdose this last weekend as well. My ex was so shaken up that he's been reaching out to everyone telling them this was his "wake-up" call and he has now "turned a corner". Yup...and if wishes were fishes we'd all cast nets to the sea.


Finally, I had some relatives over, including two 5-year-old's. I've written before how the mere notion (let alone presence) of kids makes my libido drop like an 80-year-old stripper's tits. And this particular trip wasn't for pleasure, so suffice it to say the added drama around the house put any thoughts of boning off my radar. Anyway, I hope this self-indulgent rant didn't bore you too much, but it was kind of necessary to put the air-silence into perspective.


I think the most challenging thing was around Thursday eve my libido came back with a vengeance. But by the time I got home from work and got online, there was just no quality ass to be had. Hell, I really would have settled for bargain-basement at that point. But it just wasn't happening. I half considered jacking-off before bed, but felt too tired and quite honestly disappointed to do it. But the next day, as luck would have it I was able to work from home and promptly set about getting laid. I ended up talking to a very buffed filipino dude and told him to come over. When he showed up, he was buffed, very good looking, but also, VERY FOBish, wearing a jean/jean-jacket combo with a John Travolta haircut circa 1978. I didn't waste any time as I thought I'd enjoy looking at him a lot better naked and from behind. I got him into the boning-lair and pretty roughly stripped off his clothes. I don't think he liked this too much, but after I bent him over and had my tongue in his hole, he at least went alont with it.


Here's the thing; I'm generally a great fuck and very cognizant of when the bottom is having fun. But I think because my balls were so backed-up with cum, I was just in animalistic mode. If this guy was hoping for a slow, sensual encounter, that was just not going to happen. I suited up, pushed my cock inside him, and against his moans and requests for me to slow-down continued pumping. I'd stop for a few seconds to humor him and ask him if he was alright, but then start up again regardless of his response. I know he's not reading this, but all I can say is, I'm sorry. Like a whore who's "jon" is a convicted rapist who just got out of prison, he was at the wrong place at the wrong time and got the brunt of a very hard and rough fuck. This was the culmination of 2 weeks of sexual frustration. When I finally got my load off, I could see he was NOT happy. And I was actually embarassed, so he quickly dressed and left, without even so much as washing or making eye-contact.

I saw him later online, and dispite my apology, he was not into talking to me again. I got back to work, and got a call from the red-head from the gym. He asked if he could come over later...and...yeah! Thing is, when he got here, I had already gotten off my agressiveness with the other guy, so I was very passionate and sensual with him (that's actually how he enjoys it). So much so, that after I fucked him missionary and came, he usually jacks himself off with me still inside him. He tried, then said, "maybe I'll just wait until round 2". Now, this was odd because he NEVER lets me do it twice. But I was more than willing too oblige, and 10 minutes later gave him another stellar fuck. So, 3 loads in as many hours. Definitely felt good to make up for lost time.

Next weekend I'll be back in Orlando. So, any/all suggestions are welcome...

RIP Bull

We'll miss you.

Another Triangle

So, here's another triangle story: it's been over a year and a half now since I've been back from Europe and met "A" at Bull's party. I recounted/blogged about how we went out on one date, fucked (pretty nice) but how it didn't work out for various reasons (I'll explore that later) but how I also still had somewhat of a soft-spot for the boy. OK, through the magic of facebook, we now can bridge that "6 degrees of separation" gap with just a few clicks through someone's "friends list". Well, that's pretty much what happened to me, in that I had "friended" both "A" and "DJ" knowing both of them, but yet not really "friends" anymore in that I didn't expect I'd really ever see either of them again 1-on-1, outside of some possible social gathering. Turns out "A" knew DJ from a few years back, saw him among my friends, friended him and now they've been seeing each other casually every week now.

Do I care? Mmmmmmm......not reeeeally. But it does feel a bit weird, because DJ was always after ME (I really am a good catch), but I never really entertained the thought of anything more than fuck-buddy status for him because a) he's an on-and-off crack-head b) he has very few priorities in life other than getting stoned and making his own music c) he's seen much better days physically (he's not that out of shape, he just gave up) d) other than sexual attraction (which has dissipated on my part) we just don't/never have had much in common. So, while I have to admit, I am intrigued by "A", I won't pursue him because 1. he's also a stoner (known to do much harder drugs for instance at Bull's party) 2. he's very insecure about being HIV+ (I'm negative and he has major guilt about having sex with negative guys) 3. while he is very intelligent and we can have major conversations, he is also immature and doesn't have much ambition. Still, I have to be honest with you, my readers when I say I absolutely felt pangs of jealousy knowing he chose DJ over me.

So, in a very odd and slightly perverse action, I called up DJ the other day when I was in San Francisco and headed to where he was staying temporarily (he still lives in the crack-hotel, but was house-sitting). We chatted for awhile and he told me about how things were with "A", and I could tell he had already had a few beers. So, while we were talking about music, I abruptly changed the subject and said, "so, I know "A"'s a total bottom. How've you been getting your hole taken care of?" He was caught off guard for a second and said, "Well...I haven't been getting any. But that's OK." I wasn't convinced. I started rubbing my crotch, "really? You used to really like cock." He responded, "I still do, Papa. "A" has a great cock." "Yeah, I know," I continued and stood up, "but I know you never get his cock up inside you. He's a great bottom. But you can't tell me your hole doesn't twitch for it sometimes." DJ was just quiet, and I saw him steal a glance at my crotch, which gave me the signal I could take the long ranger out for a possible ride. I unzipped my pants and flipped out my schlong and DJ just stared at it then finally said, "that's hot man. I totally remember that dick, Pa'. But I-" "Don't worry dude. Just treat your hole to some cock. You deserve it." with that I pushed my cock towards his face and mouth. He kissed it, then openeed his mouth and took it in. I let him suck on it for a few minutes to get used to it, then pulled him up and pulled down his sweats to reveal his ass and cock. I started rubbing his hole and he said, "let me go to the bathroom and make sure I'm clean." I remembered DJ's 40-minute bathroom runs, and decided now or never. I took out a profo from my pocked and suited up saying, "Just bend over, dude. Let's just do it real quick. We're old friends, I won't mind whatever happens." As I pushed him over and wet his hole with some spit, he hesitated, "I really should check-" too late, I was already sliding into him. He was clean as a whistle and had nothing to worry about, but I didn't really care too much anyway and just kept pumping his ass. He was loving it and wiggling his butt around as I fucked it. He put his legs together and bent over at just the right angle for me to fuck him like a submissive bitch. He was groaning and commanding to fuck him harder, which I did until I started ramming him hard enough to get my dick off. After I came, he turned around, pulled the condom off and put my cock in his mouth while jacking off until he came like a geiser.

Did I get some weird satisfaction from fucking the guy that the guy I was into was into? Yup. Was that healthy? Probably not. Would I have fucked DJ under any other circumstance? No. Anyway, here's what the ass of a former Falcon porn-star from 2003 looks like now:

Other than that, I've really been doing a lot of boning this week, so I've got a few more pics and one more story: this one Mexican kid I met online came over the other day. In person he was cute, but a little twitchy and chatty (not like he was on drugs, just one of thos spastic type personalities). I wanted to take some pics of his ass, but he said no. And when we finally started fucking, he became even more bossy, like "wait, turn around and do it in front of the mirror so I can watch. Now, fuck me up and down. Wait, stop for a sec. OK now do it from the side. Wait, move so I can see..." REALLY fucking got on my nerves. And everytime I took my dick out (more like him pushing me out) he would check the condom thoroughly to make sure it was on OK etc., and at some point I caught a glimpse of his hole which was HUGE. Now, I know guys like a tight hole, and to be honest, most holes I fuck are tight. But this guy's hole was just gaping and I was in awe just from the sight of it. I finally convinced him to let me take some pics:

And afterwards promptly told him he could leave (I really was not having fun fucking him, but really did like looking at that hole).

Finally, there's this pilot who lives in Miami but comes to town once a month or so. He's white, in his early 40's with a crew-cut and very nice body. Now, THIS guy has a very nice hole to look at AND fuck.

I could get off with him in 30 seconds or less if I wanted, but I made it last for about 10 minutes, since I don't see him that often. After we were done, he said, "I wish I lived out here. You are so HOT. And...well...to be honest...you have the uh...perfect..." I smirked, "say it." He looked up and said, "what? you've heard that before?" I put my clothes on, "dude, if I had a dime..."

Full of Bull...

...or rather, Bull was full of ME. As were two other guys at his party. Lemme 'splain: this year's party for Bull's birthday was more crack-tacular than ever! Meaning I saw more guys smoking crack than I'd ever seen there before. I really felt like Jane Goodall (replace gorilla with spider-monkey). But there were actually fewer tweakers than the 4th of July party. And there were some really hot and interesting guys this time too (AND the annoying transexual didn't come either, which was GREAT). However, it really only takes one tweaker to ruin a party. And as a case in point there was one 25-year-old (?) guy there who even at 25 had seen better days; meaning he was probably a very hot 18-year-old, but still trying to believe he is now. The first thing he when he got in the hot-tub was do a round-robin asking everyone how old they were. One Peter Pan wannabe said he was 39, and shortly left thereafter, to which the Tweaker said just out of ear-shot, "that guy's not fooling anyone. MAYBE 49, and I'm being generous. Tee-hee." When he asked me point-blank how old I was, I said, "let's just say I'm old enough to be your second-cousin" followed by snickers from the rest of the tub-ees. The tweaker followed that with, "you have an accent. Where are you from?" I deadpanned, "your mother's vagina." then paused, "Oh, you mean ORIGINALLY. Got it." And the tubbers went wild with laughter, while the tweaker just moved on to more interested game.

After I was thoroughly soaked, I got out and saw Bull walking though the halls. I literally pulled him into the bathroom and whipped out my cock. He smiled, took the bait and started sucking me. Like a trained hand, he reached under the cabinet in the bathroom for some kit he stashed there and pulled out a condom and some poppers. Within a minute I was pounding his ass and he was moaning uncontrollably. After I came, he turned to me and said "are you done?" I nodded and he stepped away from my dick, pulled up his shorts and smiled, "cool." "Happy Birthday" I responded as he rejoined the party. So, now on to my triangular scenario; I went back to the hot-tub and was joined by a HOT 21-year-old kid and someone who was even hotter in my eyes; a 27-year-old white guy with a nice body but more importantly, he was a computer geek and worked for Apple. But here's the thing, we all started talking and it became more and more apparent that the 21-year-old kid, while aloof, was into me. I was into the other guy, but of course, he was very VERY into the 21-year-old kid, fawning and giggling over him. It turned out the kid was only in town for another week, and while he was hot and very intelligent (just transferring from UC Berkeley) I didn't really have an attraction to him, and thought the other guy would be more his speed. As I stepped out, the kid finally came to life almost in a panic, "Are you leaving now?" I responded, "Nah, just overheated. Gonna get something cold." He returned to his aloof self and said, "OK, well don't go without saying good-by." I nodded and smiled...and that was the last I saw of him intentionally.

As I toweled off and headed to Bull's room to bid my farewell, I passed the first tweaker who had obviously missed his calling as a census taker. Without a word, I grabbed him roughly by the arm, pulled him into the bathroom and closed the door. He was giggling and saying, "what's up, dude?" then I pulled out my dick, and he said, "Oh, so I guess I'm supposed to suck your dick." "You're gonna do more than that, bitch" I thought as I pushed his face down to my crotch. Instinctively he started sucking me. I looked around for Bull's kit and it wasn't there. But there was a condom underneath where it had been, so I suited up, spit on my cock, turned the tweaker around and despite his mild protests of "hey, what are you doing? we can't do that. I'm not ready. we don't have lube" etc I eased my cock into his butthole. It slid in and he just held himself there over the sink whining about how much it hurt and that I needed to wait a moment. Then I grabbed his shoulder with one hand, his hip with another and pounded his ass mercilessly. I knew I wouldn't cum; this was just to teach this fucker a lesson. After about 20 seconds his "wait! wait! WAIT!" got pretty loud so I pulled out. He turned around and said, "this is hot! I just need a second." I responded, "we're done anyway." Then pulled my shorts up over my condom-clad boner and unlocked the bathroom door to step out. The tweaker pulled up his shorts and walked out with me and said, smiling, "see you at the hot-tub. I just looked away.

Then ANOTHER white tweaker with a big ass came up to use the bathroom as we were exiting. I thought, "eh, here goes nothing..." and smiled at him. He smiled back and said, "excuse me." I opened the door for him, but then stepped in with him as well. He started giggling, and before he knew what hit him I bent him over and was pounding his butt-- this time to finish and get a load off. His ass was definitely more accommodating and it took me less than a minute to get my rocks off. When I was done, he looked up at me from the sink he was bent over and said, "wow! I totally didn't expect this! HOT!" I smirked then winked, pulling off the condom and throwing it in the toilet. Then I left the party and drove home.

So, that's my weekend. Other than that, I've been boning my regulars, so no "new" pics other than the ones already posted (wouldn't DARE try and fool you guys with recycled pics). One other call for travel advice; next week I'll be in St Louis and the following week in Little Rock, AR. Any suggestions?

Ho V Hubbie

So, a bit o' irony: Brad (the buffed Latin dude I met last week) was getting really hot and bothered about us "dating", even though we had only hooked up the one time. I actually mulled the idea over in my head and thought, "Hmmm, I have a sex party this coming weekend, then Bull's Birthday Pool-Party the following weekend, then a "mixer" pool-party Sven invited me to the weekend after that. In other words, a LOT of opportunity to meet guys and have hot sex. Although I didn't tell him all this, I think he sensed my hesitation in our last phone call and that was that. Which leads me to my point: I think for the remainder of the summer at least, I will definitely be a Ho, and not a Husband (boyfriend). I'm just in that mode.

During the week, I saw Cuba again (hadn't seen him in months...busy boy!) and we had some really hot sex. Although I'm not a cock man, I just can't get over looking at his 9" uncut dick while I'm fucking him. I even play with it while I'm on top of him (something I rarely do...it's just that awesome). Then I got a couple hits off another Brazilian dude I've been boning which you can see here:

Then Saturday eve I ended up seeing my good pal Kev-bo who is in SF for a few days. The boy is looking good (better than last trip even) and I was very glad to hear his business is going well. I LOVE hearing good news from my friends. I sincerely cannot wrap my head around the concept of schadenfreude (leave it to the Germans to come up with a word to describe something as fucked up as that). I also FINALLY got to introduce Kev-bo to Sven, which is cool because I'd been trying to get those two to meet for about 4 years. They are definitely two guys who I knew would hit it off as they have a lot in common interest AND personality wise. And before we showed up, I told Kev-bo that Spaz would most likely be among the people at the house, but I said I wouldn't tell him WHO he was beforehand. Well, Kev-bo had no problem picking him out immediately.

Later that eve, I went to the sex-party which was nice...not great, but nice. I got a couple loads off so I can't complain. But the hosts just need a little lesson in keeping the nervous conversation to a minimum by creating the right setting. The odd thing was as I was fucking one porn guy there, I looked at the porno playing on the TV and recognized one of the guys I had fucked weeks ago at the other sex-party. It almost made me have to think to myself, "um...have I ever done porn?" And of course, the answer is no. And as I've said many times before, I'm not even remotely interested in porn. Why? Because I have an entire library in my head. Honestly, I wish MORE guys would use their own cerebral-porn more often rather than relying on watching it. And in that spirit, I will now share my top 10 hotest sex (meaning cock in hole) scenes I've ever experienced (in no particular order);

LA City College showers – fucked a sailor and latin twink
DORE Alley portable toilet – boned a young drunk blond kid butt-out chaps
My First "Ex" one hot summer - mad, passionate all-night sex under a moonlit sky
Powerhouse Bar in SF – shared a hot blond bottom in the back alley with a hot Russian guy
Turnham Green – fucked 2 blond English twinks in the bushes
Underdawg and Homie - my first 3-way; so perfect I felt depressed for a week as I feared I'd never have such a hot, awesome experience again
CXR Toilets - double-fucked a guy with the biggest dick I'd ever seen on a man, then sandwiched the 2nd guy while he fucked him
Underdawg at the gym - after he closed up the gym one night, having sex with him on the weights and equipment
Fred Meyers on Broadway in Seattle - met a HOT white muscle dude and ended up fucking him in the basement
Golds Gym Sauna in SF - too many to list

I highly encourage you, my readers to make a list of YOUR hottest moments and play them over in your head instead of playing porn next time you want to get off. See, how that goes. So, I'll wrap with an open call for travel advice; I'm going to Austin, TX and Little Rock, AR this month. Any/all words of wisdom on getting laid in those two locations would be very much appreciated.

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.

Sometimes, it's not so great...

I know I talk about my cock a lot on this blog. And truth be told, I wouldn't trade the long ranger in for any other model and am EXTREMELY grateful for the package I got on my birthday. But here's the downside: I have to say it's not always easy having a larger size dick. Here are two examples that happened just this week. So, always remember: the grass is always greener.

First, a few months back I met up with a VERY hot guy I ended up fucking (and blogging about). Had an awesome time with him and I thought we really hit it off and was expecting a repeat but never heard back from him. I finally caught him online the other day and the exchange went like this:

ME: wassup? U up for another fuck tonite?

sfXXX: For your fucks...I need to mentally prepare...I don't know if there is enough time left for tonight..:)

ME: heh heh. you really don't need to overthink it : )

sfXXX: No just take the pain as it comes...Have you ever shoved a baseball bat up your ass...Over and over again? Try it and then tell me "don''t over think it." BUT THINKING ABOUT IT IS MAKING ME HOT.

ME: heh heh. anytime you want me to hit that spot just let me know

sfXXX: I'm tempted...

And that was it. Didn't happen. Doubtful it will again. If it does, great. Were my dick smaller, this would have been a non-issue. But in this example, having a larger dick effectively prevented me from being a steady fuck-bud of someone I was really attracted to. On to my next example. Almost a year ago I fucked this one guy who was a buffed former marine, very hot, and I have to admit, a very good fuck. Unfortunately, he turned out to be a major flake (and I think an alcoholic) so that was that. After he flaked I had to cut him off. Then, a few weeks ago...

FMRXXXX: Hey Suave Senor. I been thinking about you a lot lately. You been keeping your nose clean? LOL. Seriously, want me to come over? I'm free all evening. Would be hot to see you again.

ME: nah

FMRXXXX: Whatever retard. You think your hot but your really hella ugly. The only thing you got going for you is that dick. That's the only reason I wanted to go over anyway. Loser. Fuck you

OK, seriously, I know I'm hot to a lot of guys so I don't need self-validation. But his comment literally hit below the belt. And to drive the point home, this prick messaged me just today:

FMRXXXX: I miss your dick

The irony here is when I checked his pictures, he changed them (rightfully so) since in the year since we met, he has balooned from being a rock-solid muscle-man to a very chubby alkie with bitch-tits. You be the judge:

Now, here's where things get sadistic: "Haley", the kid I hooked up with a few months back has now come back into the picture now that he has sprouted pubes so to speak. Since I've come back from my trip, we hooked up twice and he's really been hinting to me that he wants to share a bottom with me since I won't bottom for him. Haley's really into this whole big brother thing with me and will do pretty much anything or anyone I tell him. He just wants to WATCH me fuck someone and then fuck them afterwards like a good pupil. I was actually thinking I could invite this drunk loser over to share with Haley and shred every last verneer of dignity he has. How? By just using his ass and mouth like a CPR dummy with no thought to his pleasure or even presence. I'd be talking to Haley the whole time and saying things like, "When the ass is flabby like this, you just have to spread the cheeks apart and move this way" or "see, doggie is best so you don't have to see his face and you can just think of whoever you want" and maybe right when we're finished say to Haley, "sorry for this, li'l bro. He was all I could get on short notice. Next time I promise we'll find someone good enough to do in the daylight." Yeah, I know some guys out there are probably cumming in their pants at the thought of being abused like this. But the guy in question is a former Marine and used to being treated like royalty, so that's the point here. We'll see if I decide to go this route.

So, to recap, the downside of having a large dick is you will hear "I'm totally in love with that cock", "that cock feels awesome", and "I could have that cock in my all night" WAY more than you'll ever hear "I'm totally in love with you", "you are awesome", and "I could be around you all night". Aaaaand, you can't get underwear that fits for under $30 (and you can't wear boxers with dress-pants). And you have to hold your dick when you sit on the toilet so it doesn't get wet (I thought everyone did this until just a few years ago) and you can't wear a jock-strap without getting major blue-balls. And you have to hold yourself when you sit down when nekked so you don't accidentally sit on it (not fun). Eh, whatever.

Lastly, I've been seeing the 19-year-old big-dicked kid as well. He's really cool, but definitely young. Also, he's a great fuck and really enjoys it (stays hard throughout), but addicted to porn and so he never cums while being fucked (he can only cum while sitting in front of the computer jacking off). I was thinking of taking him to Bull's 4th of July party next weekend, but thought better of it since a) I'll be wanting to bone down with any number of unsuspecting prey there and b) it's not very savory, as there are a lot of guys doing drugs and I'd rather not expose this kid to that. With that, it's off to another nightly battle against my jet-lag.

Nuttn' wrong down stairs

So, no sooner had I penned my last post woefully mourning the fate of my sex drive and manhood when my luck had begun to turn around. I have a semi-regular fuck-bud (I'll call him Lumberjack, as he is big, scruffy, built and takes it like a man) hit me up saying he wanted to see me sometime during the week. I agreed, and he came over the next day. Now, usually I have a good time with lumberjack, since he has a very built body, a nice ass and does what he's told (he's a bit taller than me but he makes up for it in agility). But this particular day, I had been fucking him from behind, then I got him into the missionary position and something just took hold of me. Maybe it was my sense of loss at what I "missed out" at the party. Or maybe it was me questioning myself on if I had really "lost my edge". I told him, "I want yo to relax your hole, don't tighten it at all" and he obeyed. Then I started pulling my cock all the way out,but sliding it back in right before his hole clenched. He was seriously enjoying that. I said, "Yeah, you like that. I know your hole wants more cock. I'm gonna pound it for awhile just to get my dick off." Then I jackhammered the boy, grabbing his thighs and pulling them towards me slightly to meet every thrust. He was going wild. Then I let go and leaned in, positioning my face just close to his, then I said, "Now I'm gonna cum dude. You ready to take it?" He just groaned and said, "already?" "Yup, now tell me to fuck your pussy" He kept repeating over and over for me to fuck his pussy (I LOVE that!) until I just let go and started grunting and telling him I was cumming. Then, BULLSEYE, he started cumming to without touching himself. This was a first with Lumberjack, after all the times I've fucked him.


Rather than go into more details, suffice it to say that was a great way to start the week, and I got laid OVER and OVER and got my quota at least once a day. This lead up to today, when my old friend Houston came over for the first time in over a year. He had been labeled a flake, so I lost contact with him for awhile. But when he came over today, he totally redeemed himself. He let me fuck him TWICE (I LOVE fucking guys twice in a row when they are quality fucks). The boy still looks VERY nice and has been getting more and more muscular. And his donkey dick definitely hasn't gotten any smaller.

I guess another follow-up to Bull's party last week would be that "A" and I have been emailing over the week. We finally talked on the phone today and had a quick chat. I know the boy is positive, but I'm still kinda interested in seeing him on a date, and maybe even tapping the ass to see if it's any good. I'm gonna be swamped with social engagements this coming week, so I told him it would have to be towards the end of the month anyway. We'll see how that goes.

Off my game

Friday an old fuck bud of mine who used to hold some WILD sex parties "back in the day" came over for a catch-up fuck (I'll call him "Switch" since he's truly versatile). I remember that as many guys as would come over to his house, like a dog I'd always want to sample every hole that I found attractive...but when it came time to bust my nut I'd always look around for Switch to finish inside him cuz his hole was just that sweet. I told him about my friend Bull's birthday party coming up and how much I'd been looking forward to it. Well...

When Saturday came around I thought I'd hit the gym in the late afternoon to get nice and tight since it was a pool/hot tub party and it didn't start until the eve. I don't know if it was from lack of sleep, bad food or just exhaustion from the workout, but I definitely wasn't feeling like I was on my A-game. Nevertheless, I headed to Bull's house and arrived an hour after the start time-- just in time to help him and his friends set up (yes, they were running late). When the party finally started growing, a few others from the last party arrived, as well as Sven, who had just finished fucking some young kid apparently along the way there. One of the regular tweakers ("Tweaker E") wasted no time in insinuating himself into every conversation with sexual inuendos to not-so-subtly let everyone know how horny he was. I told Sven in the hot-tub "Tweaker E's an easy lay. I have my eye on someone else, but if that doesn't work out I'll definitely fuck him." Sven agreed, and mentioned how he wanted to fuck Bull's boyfriend (preferably when Bull had passed out) but would also settle for Tweaker E. No sooner had we finished our brief when Tweaker E came to join us in the hot tub for more high-brow conversation (i.e. "I'm so horny. how about you guys?"). Sven casually got out of the tub, and Tweaker E eyed him to follow. 5 minutes later all 3 of us were in the bathroom with me and Sven taking turns on Tweaker E's ass. While this might SOUND hot, it wasn't. It was so mediocre. Tweaker E just was a bad fuck; sloppy, loose and out of synch. Still, I wanted to get off, so I did a trick I do sometimes which involves fucking a guy and jacking myself at the same time which finally produced a VERY unsatisfying orgasm. I thought, "well, that's enough then. On to fresher game." and went back to the hot tub.

OK, here's the horror part of the story; we were all nekked in the hot-tub (there were off and on about 8 guys; 7 of them VERY hot) plus one beaudacious black chick who looks and acts like a nicer version of "Tammy" from the real world LA. And one by one the guys like Sven, two black guys and one other nice Italian dude I was interested in got out to just sit on the side of the tub and essentially show off their schlongs. And just when I wanted to join in, it hit me; my dick was as small as a Chinaman's. WHAT THE FUCK! Add to this a Female to Male transexual and her friend joined us which gave me MAJOR wood-kill. I was closing my eyes and thinking of the hottest sex I'd ever had, every porno I had ever seen, every fantasy I'd ever imagined...and NOTHING. A couple guys noticed something was wrong and asked me a few times if everything was OK, and I just nodded and said, "yeah, the steam's just relaxing me is all." But I was getting more and more pissed off at myself, and maybe even a tinge of panic. I felt like the kid who has to watch all the other kids swimming but can't join in because he doesn't have permission. It was sincerely one of the most horrible experiences in my life. The only consolation was that Tammy had GREAT tits and I was really enjoying them rubbing up against me as she was very flirty--BUT STILL, NOTHING! To add insult to injury, she'd be making comments here and there about how nice certain people's dicks looked. I wanted to show her (and just show off in general) but it just was NOT happening. Anyway, this was the first time this has ever happened to me and I'm sincerely hoping it's the last. Really. Not fun. Not fun at all.

On a final note, the Italian guy I mentioned said he wanted my email, so I gave it to him without expecting anything. When I got home, a quick email from him was waiting:

Hey bud, this is A*** from ******'s birthday party. Was good to see you again. Hopefully this e-mail finds you at the appropriate contact address. Keep in touch!

Nice. Pleasant surprise. And the not so pleasant surprise I found out later is that while extremely hot, this guy is HIV positive. When it rains it pours.

Hair Today...

Since I alluded to my minor surgery in my last post and have decided that all my friends who read this blog now know about it (and those who read the blog that I don't know probably can't identify me) I can now affirm that I was referring to a hair transplant. This is actually my second (the first was 9 years ago). My "issues" were that I just really don't want a receding hairline and I was due for a touch up from the last time. I will say with all sincerity that this time was 80% more pleasant and effective than the last one in the procedure AND recovery time (there have been a LOT of advancements made). So, in just over a week I am now doing regular activities (i.e. working out, shopping etc) without a hat. And something I learned from the first time; the only people who can usually tell you've had work done are a) barbers/stylists b) doctors or c) people who have also had them. So, while I can spot them a mile a way (pretty much any male actor on TV past the age of 35 has had one) when they are done well, there's really little way of detecting them unless you know what to look for. And while I made the mistake of telling my aunt (telegraph, telephone, tell an aunt = tell the world) I'm strangely at peace knowing my entire family knows about it now. It doesn't phase me, since a) I look good with it b) it means they know I have money to do something like that. But it does also underscore my vanity, which is why I'm sincerely thinking of doing some volunteer work (starting next week) just to get myself back on ballance.

Wednesday was another Game night at Sven's. We ended up working out together at the gym, then heading over to his house after. The game itself was nearly not as momentous as the incredibly tasting ice-cream drumsticks served (for some reason they just really hit the spot) as well as the conversations Sven and I had afterwards, which involved Bull and my time during the 4th of July party. It actually got pretty gossipy and reminded me of two highschool jocks ripping on the the lesser members of the clique when they weren't around. But our humor is so in synch that we just kept going in spite of being the only two finding the conversation amusing or entertaining.


And lastly, I did get to do the "bone dance" with a kid I used to fuck from time to time before I left for Europe (he's from Acapulco, 23 now and looks like a cliff-diver, so I'll call him "Cliff"). He's always been a consistently good fuck. This time when he came to my place we didn't waste too much time on pleasantries. After getting his NICE hole wet (well, you be the judge) I started fucking him from behind. I would slowly adjust his body little by little, never losing a stroke until finally I was on top of him in the missionary position. This time for some reason, the boy was going crazy; he grabbed his ankles with his hands, spreading them wide open and gave me a look like, "Do it! It's wide open for you." I took some DEEP long strokes inside him and LOVED the fact that I could feel all the rings inside his hole (guys with long dicks out there...you know what I'm talking about). I gave it to him for a good 1/2 hour and then thought I shouldn't be too greedy as I might wear him out. So, we both came with me on top of him humping his boy-pussy (he did have to jack himself off tho).

Tweakers in the Mist

Yesterday I went to a 4th of July party out in the boonies of Vallejo at an acquaintance of mine's house (we'll call him "Bull"). I met Bull 4 years ago through Sven, at the same party. When I got there, it was a small crowd of about 8 guys including the host. They were all in their early 20's to mid 30's and verey masculine, nice looking, laid-back/chill and friendly. In fact, what really struck me was the total lack of any kind of attitude. And I was caught off guard with the speech patterns of this new species, hearing things like, "Wii was sick for like a minute, till people were like, hey X-box is still a mess." And then came the drugs- every kind imaginable. I was feeling kind of like Jane Goodall at this moment and just wanted to stick around and see what took place, and at first there was a lot of pot-smoking, followed by harder drugs as time went on. Just before sunset, I went in the hot-tub and was soon followed by a few others, including a cute 20-year-old shaved-headed Mexican kid who essentially latched on to me like a little brother for the whole party. Bull came in too, and when the sun went down, the trunks came off and there was quite a bit of underwater groping. When guys grabbed my dick, if I was into them, I'd eventually rub their hole to get the message across. One blond 29-year-old tweaker with a GREAT body/ass was really getting into me and I asked him if he'd be up for letting me fuck him. He nodded and said, "well, I usually charge for that. I'm a professional. But I could go for that right now." Since he was high on any number of chemicals, I had no idea if it would actually happen, but 10 minutes later we were in the bathroom with my dick in his NICE pink hole. There was some moron who kept knocking at the door (rude, since there was another bathroom free just a door away) and the tweaker was getting nervous. So, I turned on the shower to drown out any sounds, but he got really turned on and stepped inside the shower and spread his cheeks for me. I took the signal and started pounding him from behind in the shower until I came. He seemed disappointed after I came, but FUCK! We were going at it for about 15 minutes and people most likely DID need to use the bathroom at some point. What I thought was funny was as I was dressing, the "professional" said, "hey, can I get your number?" I scribbled something illegibly and handed it to him with a smile and left.

By now there were about 20 or so people and it turns out the knocking was some German who was tripping on some "G" (no idea) and when I got out they were lying him down on the floor of the living room to recover. I made my way to the kitchen for some food when the Mexican kid came up to me and said "where were you, bro?" I just smiled and said, "having fun?" He said "Yeah. That hot-tub was a trip with everyone grabbing me like that." I said, "if you liked it, we can hook you up." He flashed a HUGE grin, which I took as "yes, please." I went over to bull and said, "hey, man. That 20-year-old kid really needs to get laid. Think you'd be up for it?" With an absolutely no nonsense tone and facial expression, he said, "yeah. You're coming too, right?" I said, "um...sure". 10 minutes later, back in the same bathroom, the kid and I were taking turns on Bull's ass. The kid had a MASSIVE fat uncut dick (which unfortunately curved to the side a bit). But Bull took it like a champ as we pounded him over and over. I came a second time, but the kid seemed to be enjoying it too much and never actually finished.

After we were done, the kid and I went back to the hot tub (for like the 5th time that night) where there was more groping and socializing. I wasn't up for anymore sex, but it really was relaxing to socialize with this group, with the exception of the only doughey queeny guy there who was really out of place and obnoxious. When I got out I saw a bit of drama going on in Bull's bedroom so I went over. Turns out now he was tripping on this "G" and pounding walls, slapping his hands wildly and even head-butted a poster of his. He's a big guy so people were trying to calm him down, I saw his bed was occupied by two other guys passed out (one of them the guy I fucked earlier) so I pushed them over to make room and signaled to one of Bull's friends to try and get him to lie down. Just as I was making space the doughey-queeny guy sits down on the bed. I said in a very low tone, "hey man, can you give us some room, we're trying to get him to lie down and relax." The queen got up without a word and walked away. We got Bull down and he started immediately snoring and making wild noises. I thought I should call it a night. I went out to collect the rest of my clothes when the queen met me there and snarled, "I'm going to say good by to my friends now, I hope that's OK with you!" I said, "cool. you probably want to stay out of Bull's room tho since we just got him to sleep. He was pretty messed up because of some "G" apparently." The queen continued defiantly, "I'm the one who BROUGHT the "G"!" "We've all been doing "G" for 15 years now. I know my friends." I just looked at him and said, "good for you. You must be very proud." The queen said, "Listen! You've been disrespecting me in front of my friends the whole night!" Then I just turned my back and said, "whatever dude. Not interested." and left. Now it was obvious why this guy was invited, and it wasn't for his personality.

I guess what struck me was how boring these people were in an interesting way. They were "hot", but repulsive. Meaning, I didn't mind having sex with any of them, but I couldn't see having any of them as friends. Except for the Mexican kid (who smoked pot, but didn't do any of the harder drugs). He left with me and said, "are you sure you know how to get back home?" I assured him I did. He said, "well, just follow me to the freeway cuz I'm local and know my way around." I really thought his taking on the role of "big bro" now was so cute. He even texted me (yup) twice to be sure I got home OK. I might stay in touch with him, but since he lives so far out there (an hour drive) probably will be more of a virtual contact kind of thing.