wading through haters

Yes...I know. My sincere apologies for not blogging. So much to catch up on. The main reason for this (unwanted) hiatus was that the breakup with my ex did not go anywhere as smoothly as I had hoped (it was pure wishful thinking on my part...he was never going to let me off that easy). Once again, I'm not going to use this as a forum to complain about things. I will just add that he is now in his own place, doing very successfully at his new job, clean and sober, and we are hopefully on our way to being close friends (time will tell there).


OK, next topic: jealous little bitches. I know I have always looked good on paper (my physical stats, home, salary etc) but it takes a LOT to get me to even think about committing (my ex was probably a 1-off and I am OK if I never have another boyfriend for the rest of my life). But what I noticed was while I was with him and after I broke up with him, I had all these fuck-buds of mine who were climbing over the walls to try and be my "next boyfriend". It was not at all subtle, and at times just plain awkward and catty. I got comments like, "but I'm so much better looking than him!" "You said you didn't like smokers. But I guess you don't mind crack-smokers." and one I REALLY liked, "you're so fucked-up, you can't see you need to get with ME or the NEXT guy you get with is going to really fuck you up." Out of the 6 guys who have apparently been pining for me and waiting to be my rebound, 5 are black (Trainer was the other, and that came totally unexpected), 3 of them felt so scorned and bitter they cut off communication with me , and of those 3 one just recently and cluelessly sent me a late night "sup?" which is never going to get an answer. Fucking psychos.


And to answer the question; yup, I've definitely been a randy jackrabbit. I've been hitting the gym very hard (yeah...the boy's looking good), but this round almost all my hookups have been "traditional" to date (i.e. reconnecting with my previous harem or meeting new guys online). And by that I mean getting a full range of Latin:

Flip


Asian


Mo' Latin


And white (pictures to come...they've been kinda shy).

Yes, plenty of new boning stories to go around, but I think I'll need to ease back into it. So, if you'll indulge me with a bit of time, I will try very hard to get back to entertaining you.

Friday Fornication

I don't know how many times I've been sick this last year, but it's more than I'd care to remember. And this last week was pretty bad, which finally prompted me to see the doctor (had a minor lung infection and got some antibiotics). So, of course everything, from work, gym, boning, social interaction just seemed a little more strained and difficult this week-- and I still did them all, just at a slower pace. But my demeanor has been recognizably crabby, and I've been taking it out on the more stupid people in my path, including my jinder boss. This was an actual interaction on our last phone call where he typically tries to posture for the higher-ups on the line:


Jinder: (frantically) uh...so, do you have a status of that document you are working on?

Me: well, it's been sitting in your inbox for the last 4 days waiting for your approval. So, I guess the status would be that you didn't think it was that important until just now.

Like I said, although my energy levels were pretty low, I did manage to work-out. The fucked up thing is I still can't put on weight because this bacteria in my lungs is like a tapeworm. Although I'm not getting as big as I'd like, I've still been looking pretty kick-ass and after my last work-out discretely walked into the mirrored part of the locker room to snap a quick phone-pic. The funny thing is, this is a totally ghetto/straight gym, and I happened upon this buffed Latin guy who was also standing in front of the mirror with his shirt off snapping a pic from his phone. When he saw me, he got totally startled and embarassed. I smirked at him and said, "hey, not a bad idea" then struck a cocky pose in front of the mirror and took a couple pics. He snickered and snapped a couple more of himself. I caught him checking me out, but unfortunately this potentially "Bow-chicka-BOW-wow!" moment did not happen, as I was late for an appointment I had already made with...

So, my dear readers, this is an ass you've seen before. Did you guess who it was? Yes, it was indeed our old friend trainer who has surfaced back into my weekly harem. I don't know if I've ever mentioned, but he's half-Peruvian and half-Sicilian (unfortunately for him, his dick comes from the Peruvian side).

The odd thing about Fridays for some reason is throughout the day and up until the late eve there are constant opportunities for boning. I don't know if it's because of people just in a "weekend" mindset, or out-of-towners just arriving or whatever. But while other nights of the week I couldn't find a piece of ass if I had to order it from a menu, Fridays are usually a full buffet. To that end, shortly after boning Trainer I got a call from someone who I'd been talking to earlier in the day that said he wanted to meet up ASAP...and that didn't happen, so I totally forgot about him and moved on. But when he did call that evening apologizing and saying he was "ready" now, I accepted and he came over.

Turns out this guy was a smaller, more buffed, younger version of MarcAnthony. He had a VERY nice ass and after some light foreplay I mounted him from behind. He wanted to do it in front of the mirror in my "boning laire" and watch, and I was fine with that. But when I finally flipped him over to do him missionary, that's when he just turned into a wild-cat. I was pumping his hole for a good 10 minutes and asked him, "are you getting close?" and he just whined and said, "noooo! I want more of that dick." So, I flipped him on his side and gave it to him for another 5 minutes, then said, "Grab your dick, I want to see you cum." Meaning, I don't have all day, and I'm still fluish, so let's do this. Although he was enjoying himself imensely, moaning, groaning and gyrating his ass to meet my thrusts, I could tell he was only giving his cock a very half-hearted tug and didn't have a real intention of cumming. So, I just thought "your loss, dude." and flipped him back missionary so I could get a load off. Shortly after, I hit the spot and started cumming pretty loudly. To his credit, he took the signal and started jacking his dick like a piston engine. I still had to fuck him for a good 2 minutes AFTER I came, but I did eventually get him to shoot his load.

Lastly, I will be heading back to Orlando towards the end of next month. I'm definitely gonna get as many hits off that Puerto Rican kids hole as I can. He says he's really up for it and looking forward to seeing me again. So, let's hope for the best.

So, always remember: "Do not, do not deny me, tonight my right to feel. Do not, do not deny me, my achiles heal. Do not, do not deny my fact I checked in detail. Do not, do not deny me, the clicking of the heals........"

Sleepover

OK kids, grab your sleeping bags, flashlights and tape-measures; it's time for the first sleepover of 2010. Before this weekend, the last time I saw Norseman was the last week of December when I was up in SF. I called him up and he said he was sitting around at his friend's house, but with nothing much to do. Since he's still living there without his own place, I convinced him to let me take him to a porno theater and get him alone in a booth. Like a champ, he let me bend him over the chair and plow his ass (he whined like a child forced to eat spinach for dinner as I was banging his hole). But now that the holidays were over, we made plans for him to stay over my place last night. We ended up having some AWESOME sex (twice), watching movies (Hostel 1 and 2) and then just sleeping together, which was pretty good, although I didn't sleep as much as I would have solo. I really should have caught a couple of shots of his pink hole pouting from his milky white bubble-butt. I know he would have let me, but I was just too wrapped up in the moment everytime I was inside him. Like I said before, he can get kind of fem and pretentious (his favorite movie is "Love, Valour, Compassion" which says a lot). And he's been adamant about not wanting to date anyone who isn't completely "comfortable" with himself (i.e. that would introduce him as his boyfriend to all friends and family...not gonna happen). So, I'm completely satisfied for now with the occasional fuck-fest.

On the gym front, I finally "broke on through, to the other side". BOOM! Suckaz...(that's my new catch-phrase of 2010, replacing "shake it don't break it"). I've been trying a lot to gain a few more pounds of mass, and can honestly say I'm at 165 lbs now; meaning that's the weight I woke up with this morning. I did it without the help of Trainer, who I ended up not working out with, since he subtly hinted that we'd be working out during his prime client 'slot' and that he'd otherwise be getting paid for his services. And although I was very tempted to say a) "since you're the one who obviously enjoys it more when we have sex, I think we should call it even" or b) "Sure. You can bill me after you loose the love-handles" I diplomatically said "Gotcha. Well, let's just find a time when it's convenient for both of us then". I understand the boy may need money, but I don't want to cross that line with him.

And although I was able to hit my mark by myself this time, I fully appreciate the value of good trainers to some people. My good friend Kev-bo is a case in point: I remember when I went to visit him back in 2007 in Montreal, we both went to his gym, La Cite, where he had a scheduled training session (I worked out alone). First, that is the BEST, most KICK-ASS gym I have ever been to; good equipment, good crowd, swank atmosphere and segregated sauna/pool/jacuzzi area. The only problem I had there was when some smarmy dude there trying to talk to me in French (I don't do French unless it's absolutely necessary) so I just shrugged. Then he asked me in English where I was from, and I said I was Latin. He said in a strong gutteral accent, "Latin women are so hot! Zey are so great in bed." I didn't make any comment or reaction. Then, he continued "I am from Syria." At which point I looked up at him bright-eyed, "No, now Muslim Arab women are FUN to fuck--especially the married ones. Most of them have never had an orgasm, so they're so grateful in bed." (Boom! Sucka...) He wasn't amuzed, and I didn't care and just continued my workout. Anyway, back to Kev-bo just a year prior back in San Francisco, he was lamenting how out-of-shape he felt. And under this trainer, the boy was looking GOOD. In fact, at the time I was probably 10 - 15 lbs overweight, and when Kev-bo and I walked naked to the huge jacuzzi together after the workout, I couldn't help but admire his slight swagger of confidence from his physique. So, I do have an open mind about trainers, but I don't think I'm ready to take the plunge yet.

Lastly, there was a tall lanky 19-year-old kid I fucked a few times back in 2007. He was pretty good in bed, but shortly after the 3rd time got into a relationship with some guy who fucked him over in more ways than I can count on 2 hands. This also left physical issues (hemhorroids) which meant he could no longer bottom. So, going back to guys who have "switched", I could count him among them, although in his case while he says he really likes to fuck as a top, he has often lamented that he misses bottoming for me. Well, turns out this year he is going to surgically take care of his little problem, and made a point of telling me how he'd definitely be up for "trying it out again". I said I'd be more than happy to oblige, and that my friend, Sven would be a great guy to join us, since he's an awesome top AND bottom, which would take the pressure off the kid (i.e. Sven is an expert at making anyone feel comfortable enough to relax). So, Sven, are you up for the first three-way of 2010???

WAAH!!!

If you here that monosylabic curt yet profound exclamation from me, it connotes an unpleasant surprise, such as realizing the pair of underwear I just put on came from the freezer just seconds prior. For me to put this into perspective, I'll back up to this last weekend on Saturday morning when I had just finished boning this sweet piece of Filipino boy pussy: To that end, I really wasn't sure if I wanted to attend the underwear party (I had already had Asian that day). So, I decided to play it by ear until the evening. But just when I was psyching myself up to head to the gym, then up to SF, I got a call from Trainer who wanted to "wish me a happy new year". Riiiiight. I opted to go to his place rather than the underwear party and ended up boning him in our usual style: Good, not great. After we were done, we lied on his bed chatting and eventually started talking about the gym and how I was trying to put on some weight, and his work as a trainer. He said he wasn't taking on as many clients to train since he is heavily working on his Bachelors in Physical Therapy. And here's the thing; he has gotten some very noticeable love-handles these days. I personally like a guy with some meat on the bones, but for a gym trainer, it must be detrimental to business. I noticed another trainer at my gym who used to be in incredible shape now has a large gut and love-handles as well. This is why I really don't trust most trainers, since my theory is most go into because they already have a naturally good physique. And when age sets in or their metabolism slows, they don't know what to do about it anymore than the average shmoe.

Which brings me to today; my second day of my incredibly lackluster job. I really don't like it. I know I'm sounding negative, but I can't find much about it that I like at all. I sincerely think the only thing that will get me through each day is remembering how much I just made in salary everytime I head home. I have no one to blame since I knew what I was getting into here. But I decided I needed to workout, since it had been a few days. When I got to my gym today-- WAAH! My first weekday back to the gym after New Years, meaning it was packed with everyone and their mother who had made the New Year's resolution to "get back in shape". Part of me says "good for them", but the other part says, "uh...you know you can talk on your cell-phone just as easily OFF the butterfly machine, right?" Luckily, 90% of these people will be gone by March, so I just need to wait it out. And as if to reasure me everything would be OK, as I was leaving I ran into the Greek kid there. We chatted for a bit and I told him how crowded it was now. He responded, "Yeah, I don't think we'll be able to do anything around here for awhile." I countered, "well, why don't you just come to my house again then?" He hesitated, then said, "my wife is expecting me..." then looked back up and said, "can we make it fast?" In other words, while Persephone was back at home stuffing Dolmades, I got to stuff this:

Yup, nice Greek bubble-butt.

Lastly, I got a couple calls from OL (my ex's ex down in LA). Apparently he tried to kill himself again by alcohol poisoning and was in the hospital for 4 days. He told me this evening and I just listened to him. What the fuck am I supposed to say? I barely know this guy. I feel like all I can say is "there there". I really do hope the best for him, but I'm not very optimistic. It's the 3rd time in as many months.

Anyway, I guess I'll wrap with the parting desire and hope that the work week gets better. Maybe I'm just mopey after having all that free time. Or maybe my job really does suck.

Lord of the Rings

Lately I've noticed more and more guys I hook up with have large dicks (easy examples are Sven and Hill). And it's not that I care one way or another, since I'm a total ass-man and 80% of the time I'm with a guy I never even touch their dick (unless you count it rubbing against my abs while I'm fucking missionary). But even the new guys I'm meeting up with these days have 8"+ in their profiles (and believe me, you don't need to get a decoder ring to know that a profile that says 29 y/o, 170lbs with 8" normally means 35 y/o, 185lbs with 6"). But lo' and behold, some guys are coming over with pretty massive meat between the legs, which to be honest sometimes challenges my own security in bed, since most of the time I can count on being the "bigger man". But lately I get the sense that more and more the long-ranger doesn't ride as tall as he should when coming out of the corral. So, since I always put I'm 8" in my profiles, I wanted to keep myself honest and got out the tape-measure and hand-lotion this weekend to confirm it. After about 20 minutes of serious tugging and stroking, I can indeed confirm that the long-ranger stood erect at a massive, beautiful and awesome looking 8 1/2 ". However, I'm also well aware of the energy, time and attention it took to get the blood pumping to that level. So, only a very lucky few will most likely experience that extra 1/2", therefore I'm keeping my profile at 8" (the extra 1/2" will be a bonus).

This leads me to my next story: since I got back from Europe early this summer I'd been hooking up with a 20-something Mexican-Cuban dude who puts 8 1/2" in his profile and who looks like an even "stonier" Wilmer Valderrama, so I'll call him "Will". Will is a pretty no-nonesense fuck, meaning he comes over, few words are exchanged as we head back to my "fuck den", he starts sucking me, I get his hole wet, we fuck, roll credits. This time when he came over, two things were different; my cock was way huge and full since I had been doing my stroke-marathon without actually cumming, and Will was stoned more than an israelite adulteress. True to form, the first thing he did was pull down my pants and start slobbering all over my cock. It was almost like he was in a dreamland and honestly it didn't seem like he would ever stop until I pulled him up from my schlong. I literally had to hold him up with my arms as he was pretty wasted. But that didn't stop his cock from being hard as a rock, so just for kicks and giggles I rubbed mine against his to compare; his points down like Hill's and it is definitely big- but mine was bigger. So, maybe Will is 8 1/2" on a good day, just like I am. I'm feeling generous so I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.

Anyway, because of Will's impared state, I knew I could pretty much do whatever I wanted to him, so I threw him on my bed like a rag doll and opened up his ass with my hands and burried my face inside. Will was moaning like crazy and usually, the next step is to suit-up and put on whatever lube he brought over. This time we skipped the lube and just used my own spit, which I prefer and always works well for me. He bucked and tried to resist but he just wasn't any match for my libido, when I burried my cock in him from behind. Will always makes whiney noises and monosyllabic words like he's in pain while we fuck (like "Ouch! "fuck!" "Damn!") but his stiff dick always let's me know he's enjoying it. After about 5 minutes of pumping him with slow, steady strokes from behind and then on top, I flipped him over missionary and said, "Now open your legs up and relax." He did, and I slid my cock further inside him until "Pop!" I opened up that inner ring. I LOVE when my cock pops that inner cherry, but a lot of guys are either already open irrepairably from being fucked too often or they are just not relaxed enough to open, which means my cock keeps bumping up against it when I get in there deep. But boy does it does it feel good when it gets opened (all the tops with 7" + in da house know what I'm talkin' bout??). I thought it was about time to work my magic so I started pumping Will missionary, and he was groaning and throwing his head back and forth, then grabbing my ass to push me inside him harder. Finally, I just let go and blew a HUGE load (all that "fluffing" I did earlier without cumming made me have an orgasm so intense it hurt the back of my eyes), and Will grabbed his cock and started spewing the second his hand touched it.

Will is a man of few words and always wants to leave immediately after he cums, and this time was no different. But he messaged me after he got home and said how hot it was and that next time maybe we can hang out. So, I guess in the place of having a steady fuck-bud or dare I even say, a boyfriend, my caste of regulars, namely Luberjack, Steel, Trainer, Hill, Squid, and a couple other steadies have been keeping my balls empty. This is good, since I don't think I've been a day without sex in weeks. Also, I finally got an email from Longbone (hadn't heard from him since out hook-up when I first got back to the US) saying he's been really busy but we should meet sometime soon.

Lastly, in lieu of some hot ass pics (coming very soon), a bit o' culture...

More Tri- Boning

The other day I got hit up by Trainer again. I haven't hooked up with him since my last post on the subject because it was really sub-standard. But I thought I might at least be able to get some pics out of it for my faithful blog viewers, so I thought, "why not" and invited him over. Well, he now ranks from sub-standard to mediocre (a small step in the right direction). But he did take some AWESOME pics (you be the judge): After he let me take the pics, I immediately burried my tongue in his hole to get it wet enough for my cock. Then I stood up and porked his sweet muscular ass from behind until I shot, very loudly. He just turned around and said "dude, you came already?" I said, "Yeah, but don't worry. I'm good for another round." And seriously, I was. So, after about 20 minutes of light banter, I got hard again and we fucked missionary for a good 20 minutes until I came yet again, and Trainer was not even close. Now I was worried; my cock was getting very sensitive and Trainer just had a look like he could take it for another hour. I could have been a dick and just pulled out and said, "OK, dude. You need to wipe up your ass and leave now." But I thought I'd give him a chance, so I asked, "You close, man?" He shook his head as he was jacking off and asked, "Are you?" "Dude, I shot twice. It's your turn now." He took the hint and started jacking faster then demanded, "Fuck me harder now." so I did my duty and gave him the power-driver until he came like a geiser hitting himself in the face. I could have stopped there, but when he left, I got a msg from the dude I fucked a few weeks back (the torso shot, not the asshole in SF). Suffice it to say, he really does have a nice white ass. But this will probably be the last time I fuck him, as he really does give off a shady vibe (most likely married, which I don't care about except he's obviously has issues with it).

Chef came over later that eve to spend the night again. We went to a taqueria where he had a very tastey dinner, but since it was way after 7pm (yes, I've become "that guy") I just had some horchata. We then got back home and watched Beautiful Thing, one of my all-time favorite gay movies (and partial reason for moving to the UK). After that, we spent another few hours online (mostly looking at our mutual friends' pictures on Facebook) then went to bed. This time we slept in my bed, but were both dressed, and ended up talking for another hour before we finally fell asleep. Chef is really turning into a good friend. It was like sleeping with your cousin when you're 10; joking, telling stories, arguing over trivia etc. He even tought me a new term he picked up from his straight brother:

Butt-hurt
–adjective
1. emotionally wounded or extremely disappointed by one's peers. i.e. "Dude, sorry I said your Mom's hot; don't get all butt-hurt about it."
Origin:
1500–10; yiddish < G Tuckus-kaputen

The next day, we got up and went to Starbucks, then Chef went off to work in the exciting yet dangerous world of retail. And me, well, I had a phone interview with a job that I'm perfect for (according to the HR guy). But the economy being the way things are, I'm not going to count on it or hold my breath. The hiring mgr sounded OK, but a bit too cocky, so I think it would definitely be a clash of egos were I on his team. But maybe that's what he's looking for. He said he'd be down to the short-list by next week. So, we'll see.

Abs vs Cock

Around the onset of puberty I knew I had a larger size dick. I remember looking at myself naked from about the age of 14 and wondering how big it was gonna get. I also remember years later during one extremely agressive jack-off session lasting around 4 hours with me measuring myself every 10 minutes or so, and getting very excited when I hit the 9" mark (yes, not centimeters, so you guessed it, it was here in the US : ) But since I started having sex, then having a LOT of sex, I noticed my dick would often get more attention than me. Sometimes guys (no woman I have ever been with became like this) see my dick and all they want to do from that point forward is suck on it and play with it; to the point where I feel like saying, "Um...do you guys want to be alone?" I even had this experience recently with Trainer, where he was so rigorous in sucking me it really was all I could do to take my mind off the pain until I had to casually make him stop and move on to something else. Gradually, I tried to take the emphasis off my dick, and in so doing, prefer to start off with a semi and not get hard until I'm actually inside whoever I'm going to fuck. And I rarely get to 9" anymore (I'm still 8+ in my profiles) since it just takes too much work to get and keep an erection that size.

So, why am I saying all this? As a point of observation, I've noticed that I've been getting different attention these days. I've always tried to keep myself fit; some years better than others. I'd always thought of myself as irregular in that I was either very skinny with no muscles or I got bulky in my pecs and shoulders but as a consequence would get love handles too. It's only been in the last year that I got a 6-pack (yes, that is my picture in this profile) and have noticed that more and more guys spend less time on my dick and do things like kiss and lick my abs. I swear this is a totally new experience for me. And to be honest, it really isn't a turn on.

I personally like looking at myself in the mirror these days. Yes, I like seeing my schlong bouncing from leg to leg when I walk in the locker room. Yes, I DO like the way my abs look. But the best thing another guy can do to show his appreciation is not to slobber all over either of them. Just bend over show me your hole, and tell me I can do whatever I want with it. Then Happy Birthday to me.

Stretching things

Before I left for Europe, I hooked up with a guy who looks like Jason Lee (RIP) although he is actually half Peruvian half Italian (though slighly Asian looking, no Asian in him). He's buffed, darker, and had a rock-hard ass and medium-sized uncut dick and is actually a licensed physical therapist, but does sports therapy and even personal training to pay the bills (so, I'll call him Trainer). I went to his place and to be honest, back then while I was in decent shape, my mind was more on my impending move as opposed to hitting the gym regularly. We talked for awhile, then ended up have pretty good sex, afterwhich we exchanged pleasantries, numbers and he said we should definitely meet up again soon. Well, that didn't happen. And I let it go.

A few months after I was living in Europe, I started to get emails from an address that looked vaguely familiar like, "Hey man, when can we hook up again?" Those kind of emails bother me almost as much as getting texts that say, "hey". After we went back and forth a few more times, he finally sent his pic and I STILL didn't recognize him. But my curiosity was piqued since it was obvious by his details of our encounter that we had been together once (although i really couldn't remember). A week ago I sent him an email letting him know I was back and he immediately wanted to see me, so we wet it up. When he arrived, NOW I remembered Trainer (although he was now beefier so to speak; not as toned, but not at all bad). He was all over me like a horny dog, and I had to push him off me to say "hello" or "do you want something to drink?" Finally, I took his lead and we went back to my bedroom. Since he's a big boy (taller than me) we played a few minutes of "Quien es mas macho", like trying to act tougher than the other guy, chest thumping, pushing each other around to see who would loose ballance and end up falling on the bed, trying to steal kisses from the other guy's lips while the other guy either pulls away or tyies to land the "blow" just away from his lips and acts like, "that's not gonna happen". Finally I "won" and got him on the bed and we made out like mad-dogs in heat, with long wet sloppy kisses (and for guys who know me, this is a definitely EXCEPTION as usually I hate kissing). Then I stopped, stood above him and said, "dude, you were totally checkng out my boner." He pretended to be offended, "naw dude. you're crazy!" "yeah, you know you want to suck my dick." I said and put it close to his lips. "he looked at it and said, dude, I'm not gonna suck your dick!" But I kept insisting and playfullying putting it near his face while he would try and turn away. Then, in it went and he was swallowing the long ranger down to my nutsack. Then He got up, threw ME back ono the bed and jumped on top of me (thought he'd crush me) and flipped his butthole right above my face while he was sucking my dick like crazy (he actually wasn't all that good at it and it started hurting a few times). I tried to occupy my mind from the bad blow-job by shoving my tonuge deep inside his hole and getting it wet enough to fuck. After what seemed like WAY too long, I finally managed to flip him off me (he was WAY too fixated on my dick), suited up, and mounted him doggie-style as I whispered "now it's going inside you. Better relax your hole or I'm going to make it hurt." he whimpered and let my cock slide in nice and smooth. Then I commanded, "Now hold it tight!" Trainer flexted his hole then let go. "I said HOLD IT!" then spanked his butt. This time he flexed his hole and gripped my cock like a glove. "That's what I'm talking about. Now you can relax" Then I just started pounding Trainer's boy-hole with no mercy. He loved it. He was throwing his ass towards me, bucking, then throwing his body chest down on the bed so I would have to follow-him down and fuck him "prison-style", which I did, butt-slamming him hard. We finally ended up missionary and I pounded him till I came, and he did too. After 1/2 more or so of cuddling, he mentioned he had plans later to see that movie "Up". But that we should definitely keep in touch "now that you're back". I thought, OK, but not gonna hold my breath.

Well, to wrap-up, he did call and we did hook up just a few days later. But this time was not as intense since he had just finished at the gym and was wanting a quick booty-call, which turned out to be an unclean/messy, hurried and awkward event, culminating in him straddling me and cumming on my chest while I had no desire to get off at all at that point. As we were done, and he was washing up (and I was debating if I should fumigate the room) I realized he was probably not someone I'd be interested in on a steady basis. I may give him one more try. But I think I've seen enough.