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.

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..."

Wearing out a bottom

There's a dude I've fucked a few times over the years; Guatemalan, buffed, early 30's, kinda thuggish face. But nothing to write home about as far as sex because he's one of those "race to the finish" kinda guys; meaning as soon as my dick is inside him he's jerking his dick to cum as soon as he can. The last time we had sex was about 5 months ago, and I told him I was unimpressed because like a dog, I want to take my time. He's been hitting me up like crazy, so this last Friday I consented, saying the condition was that he gave me 1 hour to use his ass any way I wanted--no questions asked (and this included getting some pics of it for my loyal viewers : ). When I got to his room, there was porn on his wide screen and on his laptop...whatever. I was more into what his mouth and hole had in store. I bent him over his chair, took some pics, mounted him and gave it to him from behind for a good 10 minutes. I did it like this so he'd have to hold the chair to stay upright and not be able to touch his dick. After awhile, he pushed me out of him and said his stomach was feeling weird and that he needed to use the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and said, "Sure. go for it," and with that he was gone for about 10 minutes while I was left with my stiff dick surrounded by porn. He finally came back out and said, "I don't think this is gonna happen." I got behind him and said, this will take less than a minute," and I plunged my stiff cock into his butt-hole, humped him for about 20 seconds and shot my load. After that I went to clean up and dress; he was very apologetic and said "next time, I promise we'll have more time and I'll prepare." I was like, "yeah, yeah." Heard it.


The next day I made plans with some friends to go to the Exploratorium in SF. An odd thing to do for adults, but still, it was fun in a second-childhood kind of way. After we had finished the tour and gotten a thorough refresher on how sound-waves work (moreso from the screaming kids than the actual exhibits) most of the crowd wanted to go to a pub in the Marina district. Since I don't drink much (and I can only handle so much of that particular crowd for so long) my friend and I decided to leave them and head to get some ice-cream at a place that we'd both heard of but never been. The ice-cream there was EXCELLENT (it was actually gelato) and came in very exotic flavors--including Durian. Since my friend had never tasted Durian (I had and since everyone has their own description, I'll add mine: a mix of garlic and sweaty socks) I convinced her to try a spoonfull of it with me. She didn't enjoy it at all (neither did I), but we had fun and it's now something she can say she's done.



After I drove her back to her car, she took off, leaving me to wonder if I should stick around in SF to get some boning done. I thought I'd give it the college try and started calling from my "black book", but with no luck. I also made tentative plans to see my former friend, DJ as we were now talking again on facebook, so I decided to follow through and meet him at his place. To my disappointment, life had not treated this boy well, dispite all the posts and news to the contrary he'd been telling the world. He was essentially living in section 8 housing in a flea-bag hotel; all the occupants were ho's, recovering crack-addicts, or crack-addicts...and unfortunately DJ embodied all 3. When I got to the hotel (I had to sign in and show ID to go to see him) we said casual hello's, but I could tell he was in a mood. After 3 minutes of really insignificant small-talk, he mentioned he had a friend coming over with some crack to smoke. I didn't want to be around or have anything to do with it, and I think he saw it in my eyes and said, "want to go for a walk? I have to take the dog out." So, we ventured out of Crack-central down to the corner of Crack and Ho, where DJ got some cheap food at a convenience store. We exchanged some words along the way, but he was essentially dead inside. Nothing could or will bring him back. When we got back to his place, I told him I'd need to take off, and we shook hands. DJ, you were dealt a bad hand in life, but you had so many chances to walk away a winner. And Sven, regarding what I told you earlier: ABORT! ABORT! STAND DOWN!!!



After my encounter with DJ, I thought I definitely needed to get the adrenaline pumping, so I went to the gym. After a NICE workout, I hit the showers and steamroom, where it took less than five minutes to get hit on by a lanky-toned black guy with a shaved head (after I sat down, he sat down right on the bench under me and then turned his head to face my cock). I let him suck me for awhile, then lifted him off and said, "I want to fuck. Is your ass up for it?" His eyes widened and he responded, "yeah. where?" I motioned him to follow me to the end of the showers (I should have a prison tally-system somewhere in there by now). He was a bit cautious at first, but finally let me get inside him and just pump his butt as hard, fast, rythmic and finally animalistic as I wanted. His hole really gripped my dick, especially when he knew I was ready to cum to give me that extra suction. Nice guy.



This leads me to today, Sunday, where I spent the day with assorted family members from out-of-town (luckily not staying with me this time). This evening I did get a guy in his early 40's with a TOTALLY kick-ass buffed body and white muscular bubble-butt ass to come over. His face was nice for his age, but he totally spoiled the mood after he came in and said, "I just found some "G" in my car that I thought I'd lost a few months ago. Are you into "G"?" I shook my head flattly and said, "nah man. I don't think this is gonna work out" and then as if to appease me, he dropped to his knees and started sucking my cock through my sweatpants saying, "No problem. Not a problem." I was thinking, he was a loser, but hey, I REALLY wanted to fuck that ass, so I let him go ahead and proceed. Long story short, he was a great fuck, but he didn't cum (like I care) because it turns out he was already stoned (loser). And just as a point of irony, this "G"-guzzling stoner is a professor of ethics, comparative religion and history at a local University here. So, Mom's and Dad's; if you were ever wondering where your children's tuition money is going, now you know. Anyway, I got what I wanted, so the long ranger was happy and I could now look forward to another lucrative yet tedious workweek to come.

Got any friends?

I'm a pretty easy-going guy. But it really pisses me off when I've hooked up with a guy once/a couple/a few times and when I invite him online to come over again he responds with something like "Got any top friends who could come over too?" Whenever I get asked that, what I'm hearing is "I'm a spoiled bitchy bottom and you aren't good enough for me anymore, so the only way I'll have sex with you again is if you provide me with another guy to make it more interesting." As far as phrases I hate to hear, "Got any friends" ranks right up there with "I'm afraid I have some bad news" and "starring Ben Aflek".

To be honest, I've done PLENTY of 3-ways, and yes, it can be HOT to "share" a bottom with another dude. Usually this occurs where there is a couple involved who invite another guy (top or bottom) into their bed. And if a bottom had another top at his place waiting, I'd be more than happy if he came to me and asked "Hey, I have a friend here who you'd really be into. Want to come over and hang with us?" Not a problem. But when bottoms put it on ME to find another guy for THEM, that's just rude and distasteful. Not only that, in my case, it's really unfeasible. Most guys who I've had sex with SAY they are versatile or "dude, I'm usually a top, but I feel like trying it out to see what it's like" to make the top feel special and like he's "going to Disneyland" that day (Kev-bo let me in on this little secret). But when approached to be a top, they will usually come up with some excuse and I know would never perform. I can count the guys I know who are truly "versatile" on one hand; Sven and DJ (and I haven't spoken to the latter in over 2 years since our falling-out and don't intend to).

We all have our fantasies. Most of mine have been filled at this point (which is why I'm totally not into porn, since nothing beats what's going on in my head). But one I have remaining is to have a line-up of bottoms with GREAT asses and nice shiney pink holes all bent over in a row on a couch, letting me fuck them one by one. But do I say to my bottoms, "Hey, got any friends you could bring over for when I get tired of fucking you?" It's one thing to drop subtle hints DURING or AFTER you've had sex, saying something like, "I think it would be really hot if..." or "I've always had a fantasy that..." As opposed to "I'll come over if you got any friends you can bring too." So, for all you bitchy bottoms out there, show some fucking class. And for all you classy bottoms, much love, respect and appreciation.

As you may have guessed, this wound is still fresh as a today online I hit up a bottom dude I hooked up with once just 2 weeks ago and he responded, "maybe. Today I'm up for getting gang-banged. GOT ANY FRIENDS?" I was thinking I should write back, "Uh, sure. Let me just lean out my bedroom window and whistle for my posse of tops who have just been sitting around waiting for my bottom-signal." Moron. Luckily, his type is a dime a dozen, and shortly afterwards I got called by a 3rd-time bottom who gladly came over for a 2-round fuck (he's one of the many SFO affiliates, so I'll call him "Flyer"). Plus I made Flyer cum TWICE without him touching himself (yup, hit TWO bulls-eyes). And all I had to do was take pictures of my cock going inside his butt-hole (yes, most of these pictures I take and post are at requests of the bottoms, not me).