Deal-Breakers

Yes, I did it again: I went back to the underwear party. AND I learned a valuable lesson: never go to one less than 1 month in between the last one as they only get about 1/3 the amount of people to show up. I ended up fucking this nice 20-something dark-skin latin dude in a stall in the bathroom (both of us came in about 5 mins, then I threw the profo in the toilet and set out to see who else was worth having a look at). About 1 hour later I fucked another leather dude there, but nothing worth writing home about, so I didn't even bother cumming; just pulled out, smiled and peeled the profo off my dick into the toilet and left. Now, here's where it gets hot; as I was exiting that stall, the same dude I fucked earlier was heading into a stall at the end of the row with another younger hotter light-skin latin kid. I casually entered the vacant stall next to them, sat on the toilet and looked at the ground to see what was going on. At first their feet were toe-to-toe, so they were most likely making out. After a few minutes, I saw the dark-skin dude's knees come down (he was giving the other dude a blow-job). This went on for awhile, until the knees came up, then the other dude's knees came down (now HE was blowing the dark-skin dude). This lasted for a couple minutes, till I saw the dark-skin guy's shoes turn around (the light-skin guy was eating the other guy's hole... NOW it was getting interesting). A few more minutes, then the knees went up, and moments later I started hearing some grunts and sligh slapping noises. I let that go on for about a minute, then quietly got up to stand on the toilet and lean over to see: the light-skin dude was fucking the dark-skin dude with full force; this looked like a very rough fuck. I caught the eye of the dark-skin dude and he gave me this look of surprise, then total longing at the realization of what might happen, like a dog that wants to be let in the house. I smirked and signaled for him to unlock the stall. He casually leaned over and unlocked it; and before the other dude knew what happened I was right in there next to him watching him roughly fucking the dark-skin dude.

What I REALLY wanted to do was fuck the light-skin dude while he did the dark-skin dude (I had already been in there). I started massaging the light-skin dude's hole, which he didn't appreciate at all (he was pretty drunk as well, but not drunk enough that I could force myself on him without a struggle). Also, by the way he was fucking the other dude, he gave me the impression that he was probably a "weekend gay", so I didn't want to be a dick and spoil the mood, and instead started massaging his neck and shoulders while he pumped the other dude. After a few minutes, he finally needed to catch his breath and pulled out; he had been barebacking the dark-skin dude and had a fat uncut dick wet and shiney from butt-juice. Without missing a beat, I pulled out a profo from my sock, suited up, and slipped back inside the dark-skin dude's butt-hole. I immediatly noticed his grunts were now more like whimpers and moans; more like really enjoying it rather than just taking it like a good boy. I started getting a good rythm going and turned to the light-skin dude next to me and said, "see? this is how you fuck a butt". He smiled and said, "hot." After a few minutes of him watching intently, I felt my balls start churning. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, I grabbed the dark-skin dudes waist with one arm, and his shoulder with my other and started pounding hard, pumping a load out. As I started slowing down and breathing heavy while my dick drained, the dark-skin dude said, "wait, don't stop! I want to cum" and began jacking his dick. I said, "don't worry..." then abruptly slipped my cock out and positioned the other dude behind him, "...you have your second string right here." The other dude didn't miss a cue, and slipped his bare cock back inside and continued his rough fuck as I exited the stall. I spent the next few minutes cleaning up in the sink and heard all the grunting and fumbling; the light-skin dude probably had a whisky dick and this would last a lot longer than I cared to stick around for.

OK, earlier in the week I got to bone a HOT 32-year-old buffed red-head dude (Yes! Red-heads; the cadilac of pubes!!!) While I'm an equal opportunity bone-master, anyone who knows me (or follows this blog) understands I have a major soft-spot for red-heads, especially because they usually come with light-skin and pink holes. And this guy being ripped and absolutely hot was just too good to be true. Unfortunately, he lives 45 mins away, which in the gay world might as well be transcontinental. So, hopefully I'll see (bone) him again, but it might not happen.


OK, now a topic some of you might not want to stick around for: Deal-breakers (caution: leave NOW if you don't want to read something graphic). A couple-days after I hooked up with the red-head, a 20-year-old Latin kid I'd been talking to for a week or so (and thought we really hit it off) said he wanted to come over. When he arrived, he was so hot (like a younger, darker, goatee'd version of Eric Bana) that I actually felt pangs of insecurity because...well, of anything. I invited him in and didn't really get a hesitant vibe from him other than the typical nervousness so we made it into my boning-laire. We started with some heavy-petting, and little-by little the clothes came off to reveal he had a long 7" uncut dick (more insecurity!!! What if the long-ranger can't make it to 8"??? Deep breaths...calm blue ocean...) Then the kid started kissing my pecs, which really made all my anxiety go away. When my hands rubbed his back, then made their way down to his bubble-butt, the long ranger was at full attention...so, yeah : ) He stroked me for a bit, then I moved behind him and tried to push him over my bed...but he resisted. "Uh-oh...now it starts" I thought. I whispered, "relax dude. I want to make your butt feel good." He responded, "I know you will. I'm down for you to fuck me if you want." I smiled, "Oh, we're definitely gonna fuck dude. I just want to get your hole nice and wet for it so you'll be relaxed." Now he was getting nervous, and replied, "I'm not clean enough for that today. But we can fuck if you're down. If not it's coo." Not wanting to miss the opportunity, like a dumb highschool virgin I fumbled for a profo in the pocket of the sweats on the floor and suited up the long-ranger. The kid grabbed it and standing up, guided it in slowly, but completely while standing upright.

OK...I'm not stupid or naive; I knew something was up. But DAYUM it felt good inside this kid's bubble-butt!! I started slow at first just kind of gyrating my dick around in him (really all I could do with him standing upright in front of me). Then as I started getting an in-and-out rythm going he started loosening up and getting into it (his long hard 7" dick was leaking like a fawcet). At one point, I finally bent him over the bed as I started pumping harder. I grabbed his butt-cheeks to spread them and let every inch of my cock in...and that's when I saw it--anal warts all around his hole. I didn't want to be a dick about it, so I just kept pumping like nothing was wrong and just focused on getting my rocks off. In about a minute, I commanded, "grab your cock dude, I'm gonna blow!" He did as commanded and started jacking off his dick while I pumped my load out. Then quicker than you can say, "wheredjago?" I was out of him and in the bathroom scrubbing my cock off in the sink. About 5 mins later I came back and he was lying on the bed naked. "You need to wash up?" I asked. "Nah, it's coo" he said as he rubbed his crotch and hands with the cum rag I left by the bed. Aaaaand, this is why he has anal warts. We chatted for a few minutes, and it turned out he had taken the bus over, so I offered to give him a ride back home (less than 2 miles away). After I dropped him at his appartment complex, he said, "so...you have my number. Call me, OK?" And, well....that was not going to happen. This kid was hot in every way shape and form; hot body, face, demeanor and huge cock/bubble-butt. And the anal warts were OK finding out during sex, but not OK for a repeat. But I didn't want to be a dick. I figured he was probably caught up in the moment and like most 20-year-old would succumb to ADD in an hour or so and forget all about me, so I replied, "sure thing li'l bro. But you have my number too."

Bottom line; I have few deal-breakers, but they are very solid; no flaking, no flaming, no sparking, no flabby asses...and no anal warts. Other than that...

So...yeah, I'm gonna start with an apology

So...yeah, I'm gonna start with an apology. I'm sorry for saying over and over how much I'm not going to go to anymore underwear parties, but yet end up going. And I'm really hoping I can make this promise; I will NOT attend another "gus presents" underwear party again. It just is NOT worth it. The hey-day of hot boys willing to have sex in the bathroom stalls is over. Did I get laid this last time? Yeah. I ended up fucking some decent 20-something white guy in a stall, but he was drunk and really I felt afterwards like I had raped him. He wasn't into getting fucked; just wanted to mess around. But oh well. And after I pounded a load out I rushed out of that bathroom like a bat out of hell and just left the club (AFTER I got my clothes back of course).

Anyway, I guess one of the main reasons I wanted to go to the underwear party was because I have been popping the FUCK OUT in a good way, and wanted a venue to show off. Even at my job, people have been commenting (one jinder was heard to remark, "oooooh! steroids, isn't it?"). There's a gay guy who works in my area who is actually very cool and does a lot of charity work like AIDS ride and whatnot. He's been coming up to me a lot and asking me where I work out, what I do, etc. But lately it's been turning into comments like, "you are CUT. Your pecs are awesome." I think he is innocent enough about it, but since I'm not "out" at work, I get giggles and stares from my other co-workers (especially the female ones) after he makes the comments as they can tell I'm noticeably uncomfortable. On another job-related note, I've been getting more and more shoulder pats, fist-bumps and general light-body contact from Norton. And a funny conversation ensued the other day; for some reason, he is very anti-Mormon (maybe he comes from a Mormon family) and as he was talking to another colleague of ours he remarked, "Mormon chicks don't do anything until their married. So, it serves them right when they find out on their honeymoon that they married a guy with tiny weiner." he held up his pinky as he said this, and looked over at me, "Right?" There were giggles from everyone in our immediate vicinity, and I just smirked and shook my head.


Later that day in the breakroom Norton and I were joking around, and I mentioned, "by the way man, that was funny what you said earlier, but you should watch those kind of jokes in the office when you don't know who's listening." He nodded and said, "Yeah, but no one in our group is Mormon." I continued, "Yeah, dude. Maybe. But you don't know if anyone has a really 'tiny weiner' as you put it." Then it hit him, "Ohhhhhhh. Dude." I nodded. He continued, "well, I guess that joke was for your ears only." I winked at him, "I got it." So, the bottom line is this: I think the seed has not only been planted, but I think nature is definitely taking its course here, since a) he was thinking specifically about my cock when he made that joke and b) he was making a "private" joke between us about it. I've got a few "straight-boy" scenarios where I think I could manage to get into his pants. But if anyone here has any suggestions or ideas that have worked in the past I'm all ears here. Keep in mind once again; he has a live-in girlfriend, he's a closet-stoner, a surfer, very chill and pretty liberal overall.

On to some boning. There's a kid I used to bone some years back when he was 19. He was just starting to have sex and really liked it with me. Unfortunately, I opened up his wild side, and he ended up doing some pretty edgy things which took it's toll on him to the point where he swore off bottoming for years (plus he had to get his hole surgically "repaired"...not joking). Well, now he's in his mid-20's and for a few months now has been hinting he'd like to try bottoming again after years of not doing it. I always tell him I'm down for easing him back into it, but the conversation always ends with "tempting..." but nothing ever happens. That is, until a few days ago.



Just to put things into perspective, this kid is 6'2" tall, and has a fat 8" dick on him. His hole is, well...you can see. Words cannot express how sweet his hole is. After thoroughly eating him out and getting him sloppy wet, I started off from behind as usual (more of a dominance/control thing so I can let him know what's ahead). He took my cock inside him little by little and I could tell by the way his body was shivering that he was really looking forward to this. When it was all in, I started rocking my hips while grabbing and massaging his butt muscles with my thumbs. I told him to grab my dick really hard with his hole; he did, then released it. After that, he was MINE, I just started pumping and fucking however I felt like it. We ended up missionary and he instinctively jacked his dick off. I took his hands away and placed them on his thighs to keep his legs up. "Just hold your legs up like that with your hands. Don't touch yourself." He obeyed and I started taking aim at his prostate with my cock. In order to do this, I don't get to put my cock all the way in; it just goes in about 5" in order for the head to rub and poke the prostate directly. This definitely had the desired effect as his dick was rock hard and he was moaning like a wildcat. Then I slid all the way back in and just started pumping to get my dick off. As I started letting go and cumming, I was grunting pretty loud and let him know I was shooting. He tried to push me off him and started whimpering as he struggled to grab his dick, now spewing load after load of semen onto both of our chests. I leaned up so he could jack the last load of cum out of his cock, then collapsed on top of him.

I told him cockily, "Don't think I didn't notice I made you cum without touching yourself. That alone is worth a second round. " He smiled and said, "yeah. It does." So, my good readers, enjoy the rest of the weekend.

Something Heavy

I have to start this post with a confession; I've been "seeing" the Mario Lopez kid I'd been blogging about (I had cut him out of the harem because I didn't want him driving here drunk, then added him back because he got a DUI and lost his car and I wouln't have to worry about that anymore...it resolved itself). Because he's such a flaming little boy-bitch sometimes, I really had trouble taking him anywhere in public as I mentioned. But as it turned out, we work and live in the same cities, so I've been car-pooling with him; he doesn't have to take public transportation and I get to use the carpool lane, shaving 10+ minutes off my drive. Aaaaand, of course after work we'd make a pit-stop at my place where I'd fuck him however/as many times as I'd like, then drop him off home. It seemed like a perfect set-up; he got what he wanted, I got what I wanted, we both got to have sex, and I wasn't obligated to take him out for "drinks" or dinner in public afterwards, since he didn't want to spoil a good thing. It all seemed to be symbiotically working out...until Weds eve.


After we did the bone dance, he stated how he needed to go to the hospital because he had made an appointment to get an HIV and STD test done and asked if I could take him, saying "it will only take 20 minutes." OK, I KNOW nothing at the hospital takes 20 minutes, but thought I'd be a cool guy and take him and wait for him for moral support, which I did. While he was doing his thing inside, I stayed in the hospital parking lot and did some work on the computer, when I got a very bad call from "home" (long story short, very bad family news, which admitedly set my mood). 1 hour went by and still now word from this kid, so I started calling him to see if he knew how much longer, but it went to voicemail. So, now I'm starting to get worried. After 1 hour 45 minutes goes by, he calls me back in what sounded like tears saying, "I don't believe this." Long pause. I tried to respond as up-beat as I could, "what's up man? you get some bad news?" Long pause. He responded, "I...just come around I'll show you when you get here." When I swung around to pick him up, I saw he wasn't crying, but had a very odd expriession on his face like he didn't know what to do. He got in the car and I immediately said, "so, what's up man?" He turned to me and said, "I'm in the county system now." "What does that mean?" I asked. He handed me a paper and said, "Look!" It was dark and I didn't have my reading glasses, plus I was a bit flustered and responded, "Dude, I can't read that. Tell me what it says." He paused then smirked, "It says it's all negative. Why? Were you worried?"


Not gonna go into too much detail on the conversation that followed, other than to say I didn't yell or raise my voice, but did tell him he was damaged, and that there was something severely wrong with him. I just couldn't (and still can't) see how he thought it was appropriate to joke like that after keeping me waiting (worrying) for nearly 2 hours. Not that HIV is the end of the world (I'm TOTALLY not that naive). It's just that knowing him, I just didn't thing he'd be able to handle that at 22 years old, which is why I was worrying. But now that I look back at it, this kid is all FUCKING DRAMA. He creates it, brings it and lives it. I told him that evening after I dropped him off that we wouldn't be seeing each other anymore. Maybe I overreacted, but I'm done. DONE. I'm alergic to drama and have enough to deal with without some immature fuck-bud adding to it.


That experience did sour me for a couple of days, but was able to get off a couple times with a visiting big-dicked bubble-butt bottom flight attendant (surprise!) who had a hole sweet enough to make a grown man cry:

I also decided since I'm popping the fuck OUT (in a good way) these days, I'm definitely gonna hit the Underwear party this weekend. Yes, it'll most likely be a trip to SaiHongBomNila as usual, but I need the diversion.

Last thing I'll say here: isn't it cool how those Chilean miners were rescued? In my life time, humanity has come such a long way! 20, 15 or even 10 years ago it would have been a foregone conclusion that they'd be dead after the government and mine owners crunched the numbers and saw thier lives weren't worth the expense. Sure, a rudimentary token attempt would have been made, but their asses would be done for. Just look at what happened only 2 years ago with the Russian submariners. So, I have to believe that more and more societies and countries are realizing the value of human life and dignity. Not everywhere of course, but in more and more places where that was definitely not the case in recent history. That's a good thing.

No Mo' Tro'

I can't remember if I mentioned this before or not, but my gym (Golds) was bought by Crunch, which gave all of us 1 month to decide whether we wanted to stay. Given Crunch is only located on the bay area and not conducive to my travel, I opted to leave. So, after my years of complaining about the troll-infestation, the situation has now resolved itself by my leaving, and I'm now the not-so-proud member of 24-hours-- which is a bit ghetto and not a blonde person to be found in the entire gym. And whoever designed this gym made it absolutely shenanigan-proof, as there is no area in the locker room, showers, steamroom (coed) or anywhere else where any covert action can be had. They really knew what they were doing. So, Good-by to all the trolls and possibilities of sex in the showers and steamroom.


I was debating on whether or not to go to an Underwear party in SF over this weekend. The fact is the same evening I was invited to a photography exposition of a good and long-time friend of mine (the 3rd member of a trio including me and Rug back in the day). Since this was down in East San Jose (can't even remember how long it's been since I was there) and I had invited my friend, Chef to come along I calculated my odds at 50/50 that I would be able to make it all the way back up to SF. And as I was doing housework, I got a phonecall from a guy I'd been talking to online during the week; 30-something athletic white guy with an awesome looking bubble-butt. As it was around lunchtime, I thought I'd go for it. When I showed up at his place (10 mins from me) he was like his pic, so I wasted no time in getting him into his room and fucking his bubble-butt. Wasn't great, but it did the trick, and made up my mind not to go to the Underwear party (wouldn't ever want to go to one of those things when I'm not "fully loaded" as it were...what's the point?)


On my way home, I got a call from the Mario Lopez looking kid I had decided to cut from my harem as I didn't want him driving around drunk to me. Well, that resolved itself as well, since he got caught violating his probation from the DUI and got his car impounded. He called and asked if I could pick him up and we could go back to my place. No harm in that I thought, so I swung by his place, took him home, and rode his bubble-butt boy-pussy for a good 1/2 hour (that boy is a force of nature). "OK, that's that," I thought, "Time to get productive." So, after I dropped him back at his place (he's 1/2 a mile from me) I got some lunch, did some housework and got called by ANOTHER dude I'd been talking to online (30-year-old buffed dude from Quebec). Now, here's the thing; normally 2 rounds would be enough, but I get into some seriously randy spells, and I just thought "why not?" So, he came over, and I took him into my room so he could start off by slobbering on my dick. Since he seemed to be following instructions well, I took the opportunity to snap a couple of pics. A couple of you have asked what I meant by "issues" when I refer to certain holes. Well, here you can see one that I was talking about.

Of course this didn't stop me from pounding his hole (it really felt GREAT, definitely enough to get off a 3rd round for the day). And after he left, I realized I'd REALLY better get ready for the exhibit. Unfortunately, I rushed so much that I ended up leaving my cell-phone at my house, and only realized it 45-mins into my drive. And since I had coordinated with Chef that he would be calling me for directions etc, I had to improvise and swing by his work (he was JUST getting ready to leave, so I'm grateful it worked out) where he then followed me to the exhibit. It was definitely nice to see old friends and socialize. But I really didn't want or plan to make it an all-night thing. But of course that's how those kind of things go; from the exhibit, someone had heard of another party at another location and everyone decided to go. Since I had invited Chef, I didn't want to say no, and ended up taking him to the next party as well. He had a lot more fun there than I did (I wasn't drinking) and ended up staying until 4:30am so he could get in some wet-back's pants (apparently it was worth it), while I had left around 2 (he was cool with that).

The next day I spent mostly catching up on sleep and keeping it low-key. But I did get hit up by yet ANOTHER guy I'd been talking to online previously. I checked my libido, and it wasn't completely exhausted from the day before, so I told him he could come over. Long story short; I am SOOOOO glad he did! He's a 20-something white guy, looks like a much younger Brian Austin Green with a crew-cut. And he is a GREAT fuck! DAYUM! I was just talking with Chef the night before at the party that neither of us seem to be able to bag white guys here in Cali. But DAYUM! Happy Birthday to ME! I got off two rounds in him, and could definitely see possibly even dating this guy. Only problem is he lives in SJ and comes up this way once a week. So, I'd probably get a regular fuck off him, but might want more.

Lastly, my trip to Toronto is canceled, but it all worked out for the best since I WILL be able to go to Ottawa, and then drive to Montreal to see my good pal Kev-bo. Unfortunately, since his condo got damaged during the flash-flood over the summer he's in an executive stay. It won't be a problem, but I was looking forward to a tour of his pimped-out pad.

Underwear Party: 1 for 2

I started off this week with an incredibly horrible case of the stomach flu. Granted, it was going around at work, but the reality is when you use your tongue as a rectal thermometer as much as I do, you're bound to pick up whatever's going around during flu season. It wasn't as bad as other types of flu; just major stomach cramps, loss of apetite and about 10 trips to the toilet a day (pretty much like a steady case of food poisoning). And although I usually don't hook up during the week now that I'm working (due to circumstance, NOT choice) I did get hit up by a guy I used to fuck long ago. He's yet another flight attendant, white, early 30's and has a GREAT smooth ass (I shot these at the hotel). He's sinced moved out of the area to San Diego, but was up here for work and said he'd like to hook up...but now he's a total top and didn't think we'd be able to do anything. Uh-huh. Sure. After about 15 minutes of pawing at him I had my dick in his mouth...10 more and I was inside his smooth butt pounding his hole missionary. I was really giving him the smooth-talk why we were doing it; "dude, your hole is so warm. My cock likes it. You're making me feel so hot on top of you like this." He was really getting into it, too much so in fact as he came as I was fucking him without touching himself (bull's eye, BeeYotch!). But he was a trooper and let me finish up too. I was still not feeling the best so I told him I'd need to get home, but that he should call me again next time he was up.

Back to my stomach, this flu, my annoying jinder boss at work, some family stuff and a couple other things were really stressing me out to the point where I didn't think I'd be rested up enough by the time the weekend came to go to the Underwear party (I already resigned to skip the one on Thursday since there was just no fucking way). Plus, the weight loss was also getting to me and I was worried I wasn't spending an appropriate time at the gym. But by the time Saturday came, I was definitely on the mend and decided I'd put my best foot forward to see how it goes. I met Sven in SF to workout, and as usual he totally kicked my ass and got me all bulgey and very sore (but in a good way). From there, he said before we went to the Underwear party he wanted to walk around the Castro and slip in and out of some bars to show me the variety: a twink one, a Latin one, a frat-boy one, and then one he said was called the "Bombay Bunghole" for Indians and their admirers (he made that one up especially for me).


We made it to the Underwear party about 11pm and it was just getting started. Initially, it was pretty Asian, but then a very mixed crowd came in (more than I have experienced in years). And I'm very familiar with the fact that whenever I'm with Sven, he will invariably run into many people he knows throughout the night, but I was really unprepared when Spaz came up. Like I said, before, Spaz isn't a bad guy, he's just pretty clueless socially. But I was happy he was with a guy that turned out to be his boyfriend (didn't stop him from grabbing my chest several times, but at least I knew that would be as far as it went and I didn't have to worry about any future stalking...I'm hoping anyway). All in all, the party was OK; I ended up fucking two separate twinkish Mexican boys (separately). The guy I told Sven I really wanted to fuck was a short white guy with an enourmous muscle bubble-butt in a black jock-strap who got progressively tweaked out on the dancefloor as the night wore on to the point where I knew it just wasn't going to happen. I ended up getting home by about 3 and just crashed.


Sunday morning I had a lot of errands and catch-up to do, as well as some political action to take in the afternoon that I had committed to. But I had also made plans with a hugely buffed black guy who was visiting from DC (yup, yet another flight attendant). I finally got to his hotel around 8pm and he was HOT. He had a short-cropped haircut, was in his late 30's, huge arms and chest with stalky legs, bubble-butt ass and a little chunky around the front. When I showed up at his room, he opened the door, sized me up with his eyes, then nodded me in. I didn't know whether to take his demeanor as disinterest, coolness or what. He finally asked, "So what you been up to?" I thought I'd just be direct and see where it goes, so I moved behind him and pulled down his sweats and said, "not much. Just waiting to get here so I could see that ass of yours." He didn't stop me but challenged, "Oh, so you think you're goin' get some ass then." I took the bait and pulled out my stiffening cock rubbing it on his ass, "Well, yeah. This cock's going inside you, dude." He turned his head around and saw my dick, then I swear this is the first time this has ever happened: in one forceful move which TOTALLY caught me off guard his massive hands grabbed me by the chest and waist and pushed me on the bed, pinning me down. I was just about to try and kick him off me, cuz I didn't know what was going on, when his mouth wrapped around my cock and he used his one hand to pull on my balls while the other one was still holding me down on the bed.


After the initial shock of it all wore off, I started really enjoying this blow-job. He was good at it, AND I had never been dominated like this before. This guy could have done some serious damage to me if he wanted to, I'm completely up front about this. And when he lifted my legs over his shoulder, I got a little nervous and tried to move them off, but he was really just too strong for me. All the while his mouth was still blowing me, so I was hoping it was just so he could get extra access, but mentally I was also thinking of the best way I could get out of this position in case something went terribly wrong. After a few minutes, he stepped over me and shifted his weight onto my shoulders; I thought he was going to make me suck him, which was not gonna happen. But then almost instantly, my dick had a condom on it, his ass hole was lubed up, and he just sat on it. This guy was in control of everything. He was riding my dick with his hands still pinning my shoulders to the bed. I was rock hard and loving it actually. But I really did want to show him what I could do too. But I also knew he wanted to be in control, so I said, "your ass feels so hot. It's all about your ass man. You just let me know how you want it and I'll do it. Just tell me to do it from behind or on top and I'll do what you say." He perked up, "yeah? you goin get on top of me?" "Anything you want," I replied. He slipped my dick out then got off me and stepped over to the wall and bent over "then get inside this ass" he commanded. I got up and went behind him and started pounding his ass. "How's that? Am I doing a good job?" I pretended like I was vying for his approval. "Just fuck that ass. Do it harder!" I pounded him harder, then tried to drag him back over to the bed, but he gave me a hard stare. Then he sauntered over there at his own pace then got on his back. I waited for him to motion me over, then I came over like a dog at his command and slid my dick back inside him. His hands were all over me and he just hit all the right spots. I asked, "this is too hot. Can I cum now?" "Go ahead and nut" he responded and I obeyed.


After I got up, cleaned up in the restroom and he said, "you wanna chill for a few or you gotta take off?" I was actually really into this so I said I'd stay and lay beside him. Immediately his massive arms grabbed me and he put me in the spoon position. I'm usually the "big brother" when it comes to sex, but it was AWESOME being little bro to this massive incredibly masculine guy. We ended up talking for about 1/2 an hour, then fucking again (hot the second time too). He lives in DC and was leaving the next day, so we'll definitely keep in touch. Lucky for me I have president's day off, and I am SO ready to leave my job already, so it is very needed.

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.

First Fuck of 2010

And here we are: 2010. Weren't we supposed to be colonizing Io by now? I just dunno. So, before I get into some boning, I have to make a few profound-as-you-want-them-to-be type comments. First, 2009 wasn't all that bad. Yes, I know a lot of people lost their jobs (I quit mine), their 401k's, their savings and even their houses. Yes, I realize a lot of celebrities died (RIP Brittany Murphy). But no one in the US was starving on the streets, crushed in an earthquake, blown up by Mohammedans or any number of horrible events which BTW DID happen around the world. So, pleeeze, let's put things into perspective, eh.

As for me, 2009 was pretty cool on a personal level. I spent half of it in Europe, which was definitely a growth experience for too many reasons to go into. But one thing I am very grateful for 2009 is I finally got to hear songs I had not heard in some cases over 25 years. Why? Because although I searched and scowered the internet and music sites, I could never find these particular songs, NAMELY because I didn't know what they were called (or in 2 cases, the artists). But because Europe has different search engines than the US, I was finally able to find them. And here they are:

1. I heard this one when I first arrived in the US as a young lad, but only once and on the radio, which didn't announce the name of it when it ended. Since my English at the time was limited, I could only make out a few words of it here and there; and some of it was WAY off. I was pretty sure it was by the Pet Shop Boys, so I'd try and google it along with some of the phrases (I remembered "get to heaven" was one line) but in the US the same hits would always come up; their song "Heaven" and "Domino dancing". I even listened to samples of what I thought was ALL their songs (no easy feat, since they made a LOT of crap). But lo' and behold, on a European search engine I was finally able to come up with:



Next, the cheesiest of my selections, yet heavy with sentimental value. I heard this at a club in Mazatlan Mexico back in the 80's as I was on my way with some random chick to feel her up in the dark-room (good times). It's a lame song, but it's a tune I could never get out of my head and never knew who it was by. Once again, the European search engines spewed forth their bounty and gave me:


And lastly, and this is possibly the most obscure and thus miraculous, as a tyke living in Ethiopia at the time, I remember one night at a performance of folkloric dance I heard one of the most beautiful songs I had ever heard in my very young life. Once again, I didn't remember barely any of the words (or even understand most of them) as I was more mesmerized by the dancing and spectacle of it all. Yet the sophisticated melody and composition (which rivaled if not surpased Beethoven's "Ode to Joy"...and I'm willing to argue this point) haunted me throughout my life up till this last year. And I finally found it; an obscure tribal dance that probably only a handful of people had ever heard outside Ethiopia. God bless the internet.


OK, now on to some less etherial subjects: the bone dance. After the initial euphoria of the new year wore off, the horniness soon set in. I knew there would be a host of out-of-towners visiting assorted relatives or friends in the area. So, I went on adam4adam and did indeed find a flight attendant staying at a hotel near SFO. I agreed to meet him, and it turns out he was a thuggish Puerto Rican (BOY do I have a thing for Boricuas) with a long uncut dick and SWEET ass (well, you be the judge, since I took both these pics with my cameraphone. The first was before we started, the second as you can see is after I thoroughly wrecked that hole.
Right after I got into his hotel (he was waiting for me butts up on the bed in a jockstrap as per my command) I let him suck me for a little. Then I moved behind him, noticed the lube and profos he had out on the dresser and put one on the long-ranger. As for lube, he'd be getting "natures choice". I slid my cock inside him and pumped him doggie. Although he was very toned and inshape, he was a bit shorter in stature, which allowed me to lift him up, throw him down on the bed, move him around as necessary etc. Finally, I got on top of him missionary and said, "I'm gonna cum. You want it in the face or in the ass?" "In my face!" he said expectantly. I repeated, "What? In the ass?" more of a statement this time. He moaned, "yes, in my ass." And I let lose and banged his boy pussy until I came. I got two rounds off with him, and all in all, a GREAT fuck. Nice guy, too. As I'm writing this, I MAY have another bottom come over, which may influence whether or not I go to the Underwear party tonite as planned (not worth paying the money to go if my balls are empty). More to come.

Pride

This year was the first I have actually done anything associated with Gay pride. On Friday, there was a "special" Underwear party (yes, been to several of those, but this one was part of the weekend festivities). I got there and was looking and feeling pretty suave until I got shoulder tapped by my ex; the last person in the world I was expecting (or really wanting) to see (for reasons apparent to those who know me, I'll call him "July"). July is originally from China, but talks and acts like a mixture between a frat-boy, nerd and boy-bitch; alternating between all three as necessary. He's always had a huge muscular body-builder type physique, but now while still VERY muscular, had slimmed down some and tanned a lot (point is, he was looking very good, but different than how I remembered him 4 years ago). It took me a moment to adjust my eyes and focus, then realize who he was. I said with a very congenial yet casual smile, "hey! I would have never recognized you in a million years." As July is a psychopathic fatal-attraction-style personality, I guess that was the wrong thing he wanted to hear from me, which apparently soured him. His demeanor totally changed and we then exchanged short pleasantries and as he was standing with some oddly shaped white dude, I decided to wrap it up and leave it at "nice to see you again." The thing is, he spent the rest of the night trying to make me jealous by talking to guys in front of me/around me then saunter away whenever he saw me or intentionally walk the opposite direction. Whatever. It didn't bother me other than the fact that I had hoped he would have matured within the last 4 years. Guess not.

Sunday, Sven invited me to a party at the Civic Center in SF. I'd never been in there for any reason and was surprised they allow parties inside. It was fun to hang with Sven, and since the tickets were $150 each, it's not something I would have done myself. After that, we went to a more sleazy bar which Sven assured me would be very sexually charged. Well, it was...if you like chubby, hairy bear-like men. I didn't really like that crowd too much so I left after an hour or so. When I got home, I was hit up on line by a tall skinny 27-year-old guy who I'd been trying to hook up for sometime now. I went to his place, was unimpressed with seeing him in person but decided to go through with the sex, and...bad decision. Not going into details, but it was just bad and I couldn't get off, so I left. When I got home, I saw a message from yet another kid I have been trying to get with, who agreed to come to my place. When he got here, I thought "DAMN! GOING TO DISNEYLAND TONITE!" This kid is 22, dancer's tight body, and a beautiful face (I'll call him Phoenix, cuz he looks like Joaquin). Long story short, I fucked that boy around the world, and it was GREAT watching his HUGE dick (almost as long as mine, but definitelly fatter) hard as a rock while I fucked him missionary until we both came. THAT was one for the books. I really hope to see him again.

Overwhelmingly Asian Again

Yup, I know I've said it before. But coming back from Europe has just underscored how much California has become a satelite of HongBomNila. Are there Asians in Europe? Of course, but nowhere near the extent there are here. The other day, I found out there would be yet another Undwerwear Party, and since I'm looking pretty freakin' hot in my underwear these days, I thought I should probably make an effort to go. It was in the same place in SF that it was the last time I had gone years ago, and the same ratio of 80% Asians. This time, I had a different strategy tho as I was trying to be like a hunter and be LIKE the Asians; i.e. not waiting around for them to come to me, but rather stay far away from anyone until I saw someone I was interested in, then zoom in mercilessly and unrelentingly. While I was walking around, I noticed this shaved-headed buffed Mexican kid cruising other guys. I thought: "this is my first challenge". After stalking him (but never letting him know) for about 10 mins, I saw him go upstairs to where the "dark room" is. I try to stay away from that place, since that's usually where all the trolls/old men/ whales and of course Asians nest, just waiting for their victims. When I went up, it took my eyes a few moments to adjust, and with my hands firmly covering my crotch (which didn't seem to bother everying from trying to unclasp them or move them as I walked past) I tried to locate the Mexican kid; and there he was. He was with a group of 3 older but in-shape white guys taking turns sucking them. Nice. So, I made my way through the throng of guys until I was behind him (he was bent over and sucking some guy). I casually pulled down his underwear and started rubbing his hairless hole (NIIIICE!). He seemed so into sucking that dude that he either didn't notice or didn't care. So, I slipped out a condom from my sock, pulled out the long ranger, and suited up. At this point there was a mad grab for my dick going on from anonymous arms in every direction. I had to move my body and arms to block them all as I was on a mission. I crouched behind the Mexican kid to get close enough to him but not bother or stop what he was dooing, then grabbed his hips and slowly pushed my cock against his hole. No reaction. Then I pressed harder until my cock head popped in. No reaction. Then I slid a couple inches in. Big reaction. The kid took one of the hands he was using to suck the guy off and pushed me out of him. Within seconds he was suckng the otherr guys two at a time now. So, I put on my "Asian hat" and thought "him now distlacted, me go fol lound two now". This time I made sure there was plenty of spit on my cock and did the same thing; popped the head in and slowly slided about 2 inches in...then 3...then 5 then the whole thing! I don't know if he liked it or not, but he was so busy sucking the other two guys that he didn't seem to mind. Then I slowly started rocking my hips and grinding my dick inside his hole. No reaction. So, I then started pumping, then harder, then before I knew I was grabbing this kid, pulled him away from his beloved cocks and pounding his butt doggie-style so I could bust. At this point he realized he had no cock in his mouth and was starting to get upset. I didn't care, and I was flayling his body around to meet the impact of my dick as it nailed his ass over and over, until I finally came. Then I just let go of his hips and without missing a beat he returned back to his crouching position in front of those two guys and began sucking them again.

As hot as that was, I thought I should call it a night. So, I very agressively made my way out of the dark room through the throng of Asian boys who were falling overe themselves trying to grab my dick, headed downstairs to the bathroom, grabbed a few paper-towels and wetted them with some soap and water so I could wash up in a stall. As I was washing my schlong inside the stall. I started noticing the feet in the stall next to me: 4 of them. I would watch as they turned one direction, then another, then finally I saw it was clear there was one set behind the other. Like a curious kid, I very quietly got on top of the toilet and saw a buffed bald white 30-something dude inserting his average-sized penis into a TOTALLY hot buffed white 20-something dude with a "superman" tatoo above his arm. Even though I had just shot my wad less than 5 minutes before, my dick was at full mast as the bald guy began slowly fucking "Superman" whos eyes started rolling in ecstasy. Neither were aware I was watching, but I was like a horny dog in heat. I finally reached over and tapped Superman who looked up at me and I said, "hey man, can I be next?" The bald guy shook his head no, and not knowing if they were boyfriends or what, just kept watching and said, "it's allright dude. Fuck him." The bald dude hesitated and seemed annoyed (as I would be). Then I said in an even lower tone, "Come on dude, fuck his ass. You know he wants it. Let's see what you can do." Supermans eyes got wide and he looked at me with awe. The bald guy started pumping him now from behind. I kept giving him more and more encouragement, like, "come on dude, fuck him harder. You got a load for his butt. He's waiting for it." Right then the bald guy gave a couple of spastic pumps, which was him cumming I guess. He then pulled out and I saw he had shot a pretty big load into the condom he was wearing. Superman looked behind him and smiled, then up at me and I whispered "I'm next". He smiled and shook his head. I didn't know how to take that, like maybe "No, one's enough." or "Not into you dude" whatever. I left my stall and hung around outside the bathroom. Then I saw the bald guy walk past me (didn't even make eye contact). So, just for kicks and giggles I went back to where the stall was where it had all gone down, and sure enough, Superman was standing there peeing...BUT THE STALL WAS OPEN!!! I didn't miss a beat, stepped inside, closed it from beind then pulled down his shorts. He looked behind and saw me pulling out my dick and said, "you have a condom?" "Of course, dude!" I said and pulleed out the remaining one from my sock. I suited up, bent Superman over, and just started riding that hole like crazy. Since this was round 2 for him, his pink hole was already loosened up and I fucked him with no mercy. His muscley white buttocks felt GREAT to hold onto and push together while my dick slid in and out. I was really giving that ass a pounding, but kept looking over at Superman's expression to see if he was OK, and he was in HEAVEN. Just to make sure I finished before I heard any "Ouch, it's starting to hurt" I grabbed Superman's shoulder and rammed his body onto my dick and slammed him over and over until I had an AMAZING orgasm and shot what seemed like an ENORMOUS load up in his boy-pussy. I stayed inside him for awhile longer and asked him if he was OK, and he said, "that was AWESOME" dude, as he smiled and shook his head. "Right on" I said as I slowly pulled my dick out. But then, surprise, the condom had broken and was just a ring at the end of my cock. So, I really had shot a load deep inside Superman. What to do, what to do??? Very cooly, I said, "He man, you're negative, right?" He nodded and asked, "are you?" "Yup, just got tested this last month when I came back to the US. So, no need for either of us to freak. The pro-fo broke sometime during our power-fucking." Superman flashed a look of worry. "Like I said, if what you said is true and your negative, and I definitely am, no need for either of us to worry, right?" He smiled, "yeah, I guess. Just a little scarey tho." I said, "yeah, I gotcha. But you might as well enjoy it. Something tells me you don't usually let anyone cum up your hole. But now you can appreciate a nice load of grade-A clean cum in your ass after a VERY nice fuck." Superman smiled and ghasped, obiously enjoying that though. He started wiping his ass with some toilet paper and I headed out of the stall and said, "Alright dude, gonna wash up now, take it easy." then proceded to go directly to the sink and wash off my dick with soap and water (didn't care how many people were staring at me.

From there I went to get my clothes back and here's something weird, there was a guy waiting in front of me who apparently was having trouble as they couldn't find his clothes yet. The attendant came up to me and I pointed at the other guy and said, "he's here first". The other guy shook his head and said, "it's OK. They're on it"...but thanks. I nodded then gave the attendent my number. While he came back with my clothes, I noticed the other guy checking me out, but as I had just cum twice in the last half-hour, I didn't feel like making new friends, so I didn't make eye contact and just took my clothes, got dressed, then headed out. As I was leaving, I turned to look back at the guy, and that's when I saw the Superman tattoo on his right arm (I hadn't seen it from the other side where I was standing). This was the dude I had just fucked and I was acting like I didn't care while he stoodd right next to me! He must have thought I was an asshole. I felt really weird and was seriously thinking I should go and say hello, or that I didn't recognize him or I'm sorry...whtatever. As I hesitated a few seconds I noticed he wasn't looking back over my way so I thouhgt he probably thought i was a dick now. So, I left.

On the entire drive home, I was thinking "DAMN! I should not have assumed so much there." I mean, not assumedn his shaking his head meant "no". Not assuming him not turning back as I left meant he was annoyed. I dunno. He was DEFINITELY hot. But then again, could be a meth-fiend for all I know. Still, would have been nice to find that out. GREAT time that night.