Too young to settle down

A very heart-filled "sup??" to everyone out there. And my apologies for not blogging sooner as I said I would. First, I have to say thank you to everyone who has been emailing me...yes, I'm doing great. But one thing that has been coming up in emails over and over is "you are too young to settle down". Considering I'm technically old enough to be a grandfather in any 3rd world country, that doesn't really make sense to me. I think the hidden message there was "you can still get sex when you want it...so why do you WANT to settle down?" And the answer is, the guy I am with is totally worth it. In the 3 months we've been together he's kicked a 15-year drug habit, become "self-aware" (i.e. that he's not the only person on the planet), "washed up" (he'd gone a decade without giving too much thought in hygiene) and rejoined the work-force in a very high-paying job. He always had it in him...he just didn't have anyone to do it for. And while there was a week after the first month he moved up here when it could have gone either way (we had a huge blow-out fight), we are now extremely close and I am the happiest I've ever been in my life. And that says a lot.

I do want to say this: my job has currently taken me to Mexico City, and while I am not partaking in any shennanigans, they are EVERYWHERE to be had. I didn't get to visit my friend at Casa Cupula in Puerto Vallarta, since I'm here on business. But since my hotel is near Metro Hidalgo, pretty much every time I walk down the street I get "the look" from 5 - 10 guys. I was almost tempted to go to Baños Minas, one of the most sleazy, dank and CRUISY baths in Mexico just for old time's sake. But angel on my shoulder reminded me of what was waiting for me back home. But hey...if anyone else wants to go, I would HIGHLY recommend it. And Mexico is not at all as dangerous or unhealthy as the papers make it out to be. Anyway, since I'm not going to write about the INCREDIBLE sex I get to have now with my bestest bud, I'll wrap up here. I hope the best for everyone and will try to drop in from time to time.

Back from PV

Back from Mexico, and I can say wholeheartedly that it was a freakin' BLAST. My first day heading down to Mexico City started off with a tedious plane-ride surrounded by loud, tasteless trailer trash (I'm talking major obese, tattoo-wearing, biker driving, rat shooting whiskey tango). When I finally arrived, I got to spend some time with old friends I hadn't seen in 5 years. I was really blown away in that Mexico City used to be such an incredibly sexually charged city; you'd see couples kissing, hanging-off each other everywhere. But I guess the whole H1N1 thing really took its toll. There were a few metro stations which had entire platforms full of gay guys cruising. But I only saw a few guys here and there. I did manage to get laid by a guy I had met on the internet by "booking ahead". Nothing too memorable there tho.

While the plane ride from Mexico City to Puerto Vallarta was only 1 hour, I was saddened to see the same trailer trash I had arrived with was going to Puerto Vallarta. But luckily, they would be nowhere in site where I was going. I was picked up at the airport by Ricky and glad to see the boy was doing VERY WELL and almost hadn't aged a bit in 10 years. I stayed in his resort and can't recommend that enough (it's Casa Cupula if anyone wants to know). The hotel was full of gay guys ranging from buffed frat boys to old NYC queens, but they were all rested and happy to be there. My impressions of Puerto Vallarta are this; I never knew there was such a gay corner of Mexico. I'm talking rainbow flags, guys kissing on the beach etc. It was a real shock to me. The down side is there is a prevalent mercenary atmosphere and relationship going on between Americans and Mexicans there. For instance, Ricky constantly had a throng of young Mexican boys around him vying for his attention. In fact, there was a pretty marked caste system going on there; Americans who lived there were at the top (they could offer housing, employment et), Americans who were visiting were next on the rung (they could offer a night out, money, a job abroad), Mexicans who had a job were the next to last (they could offer an introduction to their employer) and the bottom were Mexicans who had no job. Unfortunately, the Americans relished in/perpetuated this system since it's not based on how hot you are but the potential you have to offer which creates a very shallow and superficial environment overall. I got laid once the entire trip at the Golds gym (yup, just as gay there as it is here). But to be perfectly honest I really didn't miss not having sex since I was on sensory overload with good food, good company (Rickie and some other choice contacts), good surroundings and non-stop social activity (dinner parties, bars, gym, beach and occasional volunteer work). All in all, I would HIGHLY recommend Puerto Vallarta, possibly the gayest place south of the US. And Casa Cupula for anyone who wants to experience luxury at Ramada Inn prices.

When I got back to the US, I pretty much made up for all the lack of sex; Steel came over and I got to fuck him like an animal. Then I went to a "night-before-halloween" party dressed as a soccer player and met a guy dressed as a rugby player. He was white, smooth, early 30's, tall and had a high-and-tight haircut. We'd been talking for about 20 minutes when I suddenly popped a very noticeable boner through my shorts. The guy noticed and smiled and said, "I guess you're not wearing a jock-strap." I was feeling just too randy to care so I stepped closer to him and put my hands on his ass and replied, "Nope, I guess you're not either." I looked around and saw none of the other guests were watching us, so I pulled him into the host's bedroom. Within 5 minutes I was inside him and fucking his white bubble-butt doggie-style over the bed. He took it like a champ and let me do whatever I wanted. I finally flipped him missionary style and fucked him until I came. I think he was too drunk to cum, but he definitely enjoyed it.

Then today I met Sven at the gym as he was on his way to a Halloween Haunted House he helps out at. He worked out, but I was just moral support more than anything as I just didn't have the energy. After he left, I hit the shower and although there was one troll in the vicinity, I ended up fucking a 20-something slender Greek guy with a long uncut dick in the sauna. Unfortunately in typical Greek fashion, he was too eager to get his butt fucked and ended up cumming within about a minute, leaving me with a blue balls (it takes me at LEAST 3 minutes to get from soft to spurt). But undaunted, I remembered Hill was coming over as he was on his way to SFO flying out to Bangkok. I waited patiently until I thought he'd be a no-show, which is totally unlike him. But he finally called and said he's running late but wanted to stop by anyway to say good-by. When he got here, I opened the door, and he came in. I just closed it behind him and started undoing his pants, which made him laugh, "what are you doing? We don't have time." I said, "yeah, we do. Just take it like a good boy and you'll have something to remember on the plane." I turned him around, flipped my dick out of my underwear, suited-up and spit on my dick, then eased the long-ranger in his butt-hole as he arched his back to spread open his pucker. It took about a minute to get my whole schlong into his butt, but once we got it in, he let me pump him NICE and HARD against my front door. We both came within 5 minutes (which left me to wipe up the door after he left).

Ahhhhhhhh, there's no place like home.

No news is...

...in my case, usually bad news. Since I don't like to bitch and moan and spread misery, I usually just keep bad news to myself. But in this case, the good news is I'm going to Mexico tomorrow to visit Ricky and have some post-hurricane fun. So, the air silence should not be taken as anything but a long-awaited retreat. Some more good news is Kev-bo has been staying with me and it ended up he was able to spend a lot more time at my place than previously planned with his packed schedule, so I'm happy about that as it's always good to see him.

This week I haven't had much sex (partially due to Kev-bo's visit, but also I think I'm still coming out of the funk). But yesterday, I did FINALLY get some action at the gym. I did my cardio, then went into the steam-room; to my pleasant surprise there were NO TROLLS!!! There were 4 "regulars" who are also into steamroom sex, but they are NORMAL in that they come and go, follow each other out/stay when interested etc. And they respect the fact that if two guys want some privacy they give them a few minutes alone. One guy, a shortish Mexican guy in his 30's was blowing another guy when I walked in on them. I then stepped out to give them some space to finish up and went into the back open stall. The Mexican guy came out and went into the stall directly across from me, so I guess he was more interested in me than the guy he was blowing. I started stroking and so did he. I motioned him to come over to me and he did, and knelt down and started sucking my dick. I let him at it for a minute or so (didn't want to waste precious privacy time before someone walked out of the steamroom or in from the locker room) then pulled him up, suited up my dick with a condom from my kit, bent him over in front of me, got some spit on his hole and my cock and fucked him fast and furious for a couple of minutes until I blew my wad.

I was very satisfied with myself and happy the stars aligned that night to allow for a shower-room fuck at the gym sans trolls. I went home and remembered Kev-bo was off to see "Heart" in concert (he's not only a fan but gets to see them back-stage in person whenever they tour) which meant I had the night alone. I still had some packing and preparation to do for my trip so I thought I'd take advantage of the down-time. But during a break I got hit up by a 21-year-old light-skinned/freckled Latin kid who'd been trying to hook up with me for a month. He was close by so I decided I should take a break from my break and go and bone him. When I got to his place, he was a cute kid, but he had some other dude I'd seen online (never interested enough to talk with tho). He said it would be cool, so I just brushed it off. We went back to his room where there was porn on the TV as well as on a computer the other guy was watching. The kid started pulling my clothes off, then sucking me- badly. This was a harkener of things to come, as he just was not good at sex at all. Why? because he was fumbling, fretting, stepping on me, kneeing me as he frantically changed positions. It was almost like he was tweaking, but I think he was really just bad. Finally I had had enough and told him we were going to fuck (his friend was pretending like none of this was going on and kept staring at the porn in front of him). The kid pulled out a condom and put it on me (I felt his fingernails twice) then proceded to sit on it. To his credit, he did manage to get it inside him, but then began to bounce, grind and moan like crazy; no rhythm, no consistency. It was just bad. I tried fucking him on his back, but the same thing would happen: he'd move around, jerk his body, flail his legs, etc. I was getting very frustrated and told him several times to just relax and not move at all. Didn't work. I tried one last thing, which was to get him on his stomach. Even then, he'd jerk his hips and try to thrust his ass to meet my dick which just caused me lose my traction. He was just plain bad. Definitely the worst fuck I've had in recent memory. I did manage to get off finally, and then just washed up to leave.

I later heard from him online:
"That was HOT. I'd definitely be up for it again"
I responded, "you're a nice looking dude. But I think I'm gonna leave it as a one-time thing".

No need to hurt his feelings there. I guess you either have it or you don't. I hope this guy meets someone equally as cute and cluelessly bad in bed so that they both can't tell the difference. And with that, I will bid y'all "hasta luego" until I get back from Mexico.

Going south

When I think back to the best years of my life, I'd have to say 1989, 1999 and 2003 in that order. There was something VERY interesting about 1999 in that since there was a simmering fear and anticipation among the general population that the turn of the millenium would bring about the total collapse of human civilization, it seemed as though there was an electricity in the air that provoked people to have fun and let loose. In other words, there were some MAJOR sex parties going on. And unlike the sex parties of today where you either need to be into drugs, bareback gangbangs, fisting, water sports, leather etc, the parties back then were just hot guys having incredible sex. I swear, since 1999 I have not been to a sex party that I thought was half as hot.

Why am I bringing this up? Well, back in 1999 I met a "partner in crime" so to speak who I'll call Ricky, since he looked like a much better looking Ricky Schroeder. Ricky made a ton of money when Microsoft bought his company in the mid-90's and bought 2 houses in Ashbury Heights in SF; one of which he made into a major party-pad for the A-gays of SF. Since he'd invite me to these types of parties, I'd reciprocate and invite him to the many sex parties going on, which were strictly by invitation only (they were THAT good). Ricky was a hot fuck himself, and a pretty insatiable bottom. As I said, after 2000 things changed; the guy who threw most of the sex parties moved to Palm Springs, Ricky started traveling to Mexico more and more (he's a total bean queen) and eventually got a boyfriend, and I moved to the UK, so we all kind of lost touch. But since I've been back to the US this last time, I reconnected with Ricky to find out he had sold his houses at the height of the market, built a gay resort in Mexico and moved there. When he first invited me, I kind of blew it off as the sort of thing you just have to say to old friends. But since he became more and more insistent, I decided to take him up on it and booked a flight for later this month. I haven't been back to Mexico (if you don't count Tijuana...which I don't) for 5 years, so I'm both nervous and excited about it. As it turns out, this is going to be a pretty busy month as my friend Kev-bo will also be visiting the week I leave. Plus another friend of mine may be visiting from Venezuela next week.

I guess since I'm still not working I should start enjoying myself more. And now, for no apparent reason, Ladies and Gentlemen...the Pet Shop Boys: