Caution: open man-holes ahead!

[Rant]

The other day I got a comment from a rather trolly individual asking if posing my bottoms for pics "is really necessary". The answer is: no, phucktard. Obviously, it really isn't necessary. So, why do I do it? 1) It's an ego trip to be able to pose hot guys with their butts up and make them let me take pics before they beg me to fuck them 2) posterity (or posteriority...whatever) 3) I could take random porn pics from the internet and post them here, but then I would invariably have yet another phucktardian (or phucktardesque) comment accusing me of making my stories up. So, if you don't like the sight of guys with their holes open before (and after) my dick fills them up, then please do us both a favor and find some bridge to crawl under and haunt. [/rant]

I mentioned last week that I was on my way to Miami (and Boca Raton). I have to start off on Saturday eve as I was scrambling to get all my errands done, pack etc. I got a call from a semi-regular fuck bud of mine; white guy with dark hair, bubble-butt and NICE pink hole. I really wanted to workout and it was getting late (my gym closes at 9 on Saturdays) but also really needed to get laid. So, I told him I could swing by for a quick fuck, and I got to do just that. Got some pics off him, so here they are:

Next, I went to the gym. I was too preocupied for a very good workout so I ended up just doing a half-assed one and heading to the steamroom. There was one old fat troll there (a semi-regular) and a tall 20-something half-mexican half-Irish guy (I know this from friends) who I see around from time to time playing basketball. I'd never seen him in the steamroom, and here he was naked and doing calesthetics there (to the delight of the troll who was disgustingly salivating over him...have some fucking self-respect, dayum!) I know this guy's friend's aren't gay, so I just assumed he wasn't either. But I caught him eyeing me a couple times while he was jogging in place. I decided to test my gaydar and walked to the last stall of the showers to towel off. Sure enough, he came out and started showing in front of me with the curtain open. He had a pretty long uncut dick (I'd say 8" like mine). I finally coaxed him over to me and he started fondling the long ranger, then sucking me. I reached around and felt his butthole, which he had soaped up just for me apparently. NICE! I got to my kit, suited up, got behind him and eased my dick in. He bucked at first and I reassured him it was OK. He turned around again and I slipped the whole thing in. After a about a minute he bent all the way over and was jacking himself off. Unfortunately, he beat me and came before I got a chance to. I probably could have if I didn't just get laid an hour before, but oh well.

Now, on to Miami: the trip was great. I got to stay at some pretty swank hotels due to the job I was doing there. I had some really good food too (if anyone can tell me why all Thai restaurants serve Sushi there I'd like to know). I noticed that unlike Orlando, where I got my share of Whisky-Tango, Miami is definitely more tropical in flavor when it comes to available guys. The first night I ended up meeting, fucking and crushing on a 20-something Puerto Rican dude (MY FAVORITE); tanned, toned, bubble-butt, 8" uncut dick and very cute all around.

We ended up fucking the first night, fucking, hanging out and getting dinner the second night. The third day I had to leave, but in the morning I got online and ended up "ordering in": the first guy came over at 10:30am and was OK, but nothing to write home (or on this blog) about. The second guy was a white bubble-butt bottom who apparently also did porn (which begs the question: who DOESN'T do porn these days). He was a decent fuck, but as I was on top of him fucking him missionary, I told him I was gonna cum and he said, "Oh no you don't! You're not gonna cum yet!" and WHILE I was cumming I said, "dude, relax I'll get you off." But he kind of killed what could have been a good orgasm. But I was a gentleman and kept fucking him after I came, and he even pushed me over and stratled me to ride my dick while he finally jacked off (on me...which I totally could have done without).

Since I've been back, I really haven't had much luck hooking up either. The Greek kid called me and asked if I was home as he wanted to stop by, but I was unfortunately at work. Another guy at the gym tried sucking me, but didn't let me fuck him, so I just put my towel on and left with blueballs. I'm sure I'll make up for it during the weekend.

Distracted

My good pal Kev-bo from Montreal came over to visit me this week while he did some work-related things here in CA. It was SO good to see him and have him around. He made the entire work week bareable. And since we pretty much know everything about each other, he knows I'm pretty much a randy jack-rabbit and didn't mind if I brought guys over that I wanted to fuck. In fact, lumberjack had mentioned during the week that he wanted to come over, and I told him OK. When I mentioned this to Kev-bo, I even offered to let him watch me fuck him discretely/covertly, but he smirked and then declined. But after I was done pounding luberjack's ass and he left the house, Kev-bo said, "yeah, I heard you two in there. Definitely knew what you were up to."

Kev-bo left yesterday for the next leg of his US tour, so I had a full day of friends and family, culminating in a workout at the gym. The Greek kid saw me and came up to me there telling me he had just got there too, hinting he'd be free later on. When he came over, I got to fuck him TWICE; not surprising for me, but definitely for him, and he came like a geiser this time. Afterwards, during the pillow-talk he hinted that things weren't going well with Persephone back at home and said, "sometimes I wonder what it would be like not to be married to a woman but married to a man." Yup. I give the boy 2 years before he's wearing rainbow-beads and dancing from a float at gay-pride parade in the Castro.

If my ramblings, musings and bonings seem curt today, it's mostly because I'm distracted with driving to Folsom, CA today as I have a job interview tomorrow morning for a job I REALLY want (had to tell my micromanaging jinder boss that I had a doctor's appointment to get the morning off). If I get the job, it will take me to Mexico City and Brazil very often, so I'm really pulling for this (I know I have a love-hate relationship with Brazil, but trips down there rack up your mileage for OTHER trips). Also, for my CURRENT job, I have to go to Miami next weekend, as I mentioned in my previous post. And thank you guys for the comments and emails on what to do while I'm there...and please keep them coming. While there, of course I definitely want to get in some boning, but I'm REALLY hoping to see an old fuck-bud of mine. I'll tell y'all how that works out.

Lastly, here's a guy I did on Friday and took these for you ungrateful bastards : )

You won't recognize the hole, but you will recognize the story, as I fucked him about a year back in SF. (As a sidenote: FUCK! It's been a YEAR now since I've been back to the US). The irony is he now lives within walking distance of my house and SHOULD be a regular fuck bud now. But he's still pretty squirly, so who knows?