ABCD part 4

My job has been VERY stressful this last week. The cliche' "a lot on my plate" is pretty accurate, to the point that just as I'm about to grab a few minutes for lunch somone seems to always have an "urgent" request that requires me to be on the phone immediately. And just like that, my days go by without me so much as having a bag o' chips to eat. I know...boo-fuckin'-hoo, but I'm just sezzin, it's getting pretty stressful. On the brighter side, my work is sending me to Puerto Rico in 2 weeks, which is kinda cool since I haven't been there since my early 20's. From what my boricua friends tell me, it's changed a lot. When I was there I stayed at a place called the "Atlantic Beach hotel" which was gay, but now apparently it has switched owners and downgraded to just "gay friendly". Back in the day, the owners and staff were gay, and if the bell-boys thought you had any money, would not hesitate to get in the shower to show you how it worked. Looking back I can't remember how many guys I fucked when I was there. I do remember I had to fend of a few very agressive and sleazy old American pilots who apparently infest San Juan. I also remember getting hit on by a hugely buffed light-skinned Puerto Rican dude and his friend, a more typical-looking Puerto Rican guy; both in their 20's as well. I opted for the light-skinned guy, took him back to my hotel room and ended up fucking him...AND discovering that not all Puerto Ricans are hung (that was a surprise). The next day, his friend came over and I ended up fucking him too, so...I had a pretty full plate. I'm under no pretenses that this trip will be as...er...adventurous as my last time there, but I'm also hoping my work-load will not stress me out of having ANY fun while I'm there.

So, as far as boning this last week, I've pretty much been sticking to my regular newly-formed harem; more out of expediency and reliability than loyalty. The exception was Saturday night: I had just had a full day involving, car-shopping, a HARSH workout (hells yeah!), an extensive Korean BBQ dinner and a photo exhibition from a friend of mine down in the south bay. By the time I got home around 11pm I was totally wiped. But, I did get a call from the white kid I wrote about back in December (haven't heard from him since). He said, "hey, just wanted to say hello. And that I miss your amazing dick." I said, "alright li'l bro. Good to hear from you. How you been?" "Fine....um...is it too late to come over?" For anyone else, I probably would have said it was...but I can't put in to words how awesome his hole is. I'm sincerely in awe...and I've not only been around the block, but I'm a registered tour-guide there at this point. I responded, "well, how soon can you be over? I have an early morning tomorrow, so I don't want to make it too late." He quickly added, "I can be over in 20 minutes. And I don't even need to cum. I already jacked off twice today. I just want to feel that cock of yours inside me again." At this point, the swelling in my underwear made the decision for me, so I told him to come over as soon as he could and he agreed, saying, "I'll just wear a jock, so my ass is all yours. Is that cool?" ummm.....psssshyeah!!!!!!!

The long and longer of it is he came over, dropped his pants, and that white butt of his in that jock-strap should be classified a world herritage site, as it is truly something to behold. I got the impression he just wanted to be used, so I resisted the impression to eat him out or do any kissing/heavy-petting with him. Instead, I just suited-up the long-ranger and mounted him from behind. Although he seemed to need to go slow at first, I soon got him to take a pounding doggie-style. When I flipped him on his back so I could do him missionary, he looked up at me and asked, "are you going to get your dick off in me?" I didn't answer with words; I just held his legs wide open, slide my cock back in his incredible pink hole and started power-driving him until I started cumming. After my thrusts started slowing down, I noticed my cock was still rock-hard, so I just went with it and kept fucking him, and was still really enjoying it. I let his legs down slightly and I guess he thought I was ready to pull out, so he grabbed my hips and said, "wait..." I smirked, lifted his ass up a little so his ass was arched over my lap then aimed my cock directly at his boy-button and started poking his g-spot with some quick thrusts. His eyes opened wildly, and he let out a huge wimper as he suddenly grabbed his dick out from his jock and asked, "what are you doing???" "I'm hitting your spot, dude" I responded casually, and without a second more, he started unloading a huge volume of cum all over his chest and abs. So, will he come back again? Probably. But not counting on it anytime soon. I've met guys like that before who are all about the control of coming over for sex when THEY want it, knowing guys like me can't say no to our dicks (or their ass).

Finally, ABCD (another big cock debate). I have a hypothesis on why certain racial groups are known for big dicks, and it begins in pre-history. Think back to Africa, for example, when humans were essentially hunter-gatherers and pretty much fucked whenever they want AND would usually only do it from behind (missionary position is a relatively new phenomenon anthropologically speaking). So, it's no secret that black folk be havin' some ghetto onions (aka big butts). So, logically, if you were trying to get some pussy back in the day, you may have even had to force yourself on a woman from behind while she was gathering berries or whatever. Point is, if you had a small penis, you might manage to penetrate through that big booty, but just barely, and the semen would probably be easily expelled once the deed was done. Therefore, it would only be guys with big dicks who could really get in there from behind and manage to penetrate deep enough to leave some seed (and thus big-dicked offspring via natural selection). So, my theory is that in societies where the woman have traditionally had big buts (note: not wide, but big) you will also generally find guys with big dicks. I can absolutely say this is the case where I am from too. Not saying it's ALWAYS like that, or that other societies where women DON'T have big butts don't have their instances of big-dicked dudes. Just saying I think there was indeed some pre-historic natural selection at work back in the day.

On a separate note: a friend of mine told me casually that "big dicks are a recessive gene". I have never heard this, nor do I know of any way to confirm or deny this. So, I'm definitely open to hear any facts or ideas on the subject.

Another year gone by

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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.

aaaaaaaand.....he' back

As you have guessed, from me being back, it means things did not work out with my (now) ex. I'm absolutely not going to use this as a forum to be a whiney bitch and go into all the details, since a) it would be one-sided and that isn't cool b) several of my friends read this blog and I'd prefer things to be as amicable as possible, since my ex is really going to need all the support he can get. The long story short is it didn't work out, he's now back in Southern California on what he thinks is a temporary stay until I come to my senses/ what I HOPE is a permanent stay and that he comes to HIS senses and realizes it's over. I've earned my "mother teresa" award, and now I'm done. There are definitely some loose ends we'll need to take care of and I'm hoping this will be as easy as possible...but I know it most likely won't be.

One thing I can and will say is that my ex is the best workout bud I have ever been with (10x better than any professional trainer I've ever known) and got me bigger than I've ever been (14 1/2" biceps at present). So, the boy's looking good (I definitely didn't let being in a relationship give me an excuse to slack off). And since I'd gone all this time with sex with just one person (absolutely NOT a sacrifice, but definitely different...what it lacked in creativity it made up in comfort). In fact, when I finally did come to the realization that I am free to bone who I want/when I want now, it took me a little while to get the long-ranger back in the saddle. Meaning, before I even did anything, I spent the better part of the afternoon stroking and ultimately measuring myself to see if I was "up" for it (yup, clocked in at 8 1/2" suckaz!!). Reason being, when you're only with one guy, you don't have to impress him with how big you are (it's nice, but not required), but when you're hooking up with someone new mostly on the promise that you can deliver 8"...well...I'd personally find it more than embarassing if I didn't live up to that. Thankfully, I still can.

Once I had the courage (and the schlong) up, it didn't take long to get rythm going with previous and new holes. The first was a lanky 30-something white guy with an awesome bubble-butt. When he came over to my place, he had some impish smirk on his cute blond face. I just thought "we'll see who's smirking 10 minutes from now" and led him into my boning-lair. After flopping my cock out (BOY was I ready for this!) he knelt and put it into his mouth, giving me a decent blow-job. But of course, what I was after was located in the rear, so I brought him up, slid down his jeans saw that his pics did not do him justice; this ass was one prime-A slab of bubble-butt boy-beef. You be the judge:

I suited up the long-ranger and mounted him from behind. I had gotten so used to one hole for so long that my cock immediately noticed the difference and I got even harder, expanding and stretching his hole just by being inside it. Without me even moving my body he started whimpering and moaning in pleasure. When guys whimper or whine in bed, to me it's like a signal saying I can do anything I want to them, so I pulled my dick all the way out and watched his pucker close up tight, then I poked it open again and slid the whole cock in. I did this several times until his hole couldn't take anymore and he just gave up and left it open for me (no more pucker). Now that I had his hole trained to the size of my dick, I grabbed his hips and just started ramming him, taking out all my frustration and rage from the last moth on his ass. After about 5 minutes of pounding his poor defenseless hole, I flipped him over on his back. His unimpressive dick was standing at full attention which let me know he was really enjoying this, so I lifted his legs up and pushed them close together so all I saw was his hole (whatever he did with his dick and balls on the other side was his problem, not mine) and just fucked him like a bitch. After a few minutes of that, I just let loose and started cumming, ramming my cock inside him over and over to the point I thought I was going to break my balls from slapping against hiss ass so hard. I then released my grip on his legs and saw that I either hit a bulls-eye or that he had jacked himself off (didn't really care one way or another) as there was a pool of cum on his abs.

Before I could say "who's smirking now, bitch?" he looked at me, smiling and said, "you don't remember me, do you?" I held back my instinct to be a total dick at that moment by saying something rude, instead slightly shaking my head quizically. "We fucked a couple times about 10 years ago." Then it hit me; I did remember this guy. Decent fuck back then, about the same now. I smiled and nodded in recognition (hence the smirk when he walked in). He works about 10-minutes from me, so I might keep him in the harem.

The same day, I hooked up with a BAB (buffed asian boy) I fucked last year. Not sure if he made my blog tho:

The next day was a Polish guy from SF who had been wasting my time/annoying me for months last year asking me a bunch of stupid questions to the point where I just wrote him off as one of those idiots who gets off on c-sex. But he actually called saying he had a car and was dropping a friend off at SFO and this would be a perfect time to meet up finally. I let him come over, and TOTALLY was not disappointed (well, my expectations were low to begin with I suppose). He was also blond, white, nice ass (but didn't let me take a picture). I got off 2 good rounds in him but he didn't cum once, since he said he had already jacked off before coming over (uh....whatever dude. your loss).

And finally, on Sunday I kinda went to Disneyland as well; 23 year-old blond buffed (body-builder) former-military (well...Canadian military if that counts) from Vancouver. I met him online (recently updated my pics) and I knew since he was so buffed that he could probably get anyone he wanted, so he most likely chose me because of the length of the long-ranger. The fact was he was my second fuck of the day (the first one wasn't really worth writing about...so I won't) and I really wanted to make a good impression and was worried my own insecurity would set in. It turned out my worries were unfounded. The minute he stepped in (and I figured if I could just get him into my house I'd be home free) he practically fell to his knees to nuzzle my crotch. That totally took the pressure off (well, so to speak). When I finally got him into my den-o'-dick he couldn't get my shorts off fast enough to start sucking me. I indulged him since like I said, that was my ticket into Disneyland. I noticed he REALLY liked sucking me, so I started getting more aggressive; forcing his mouth open wide and using my cock like a prod into his mouth, then slapping his face with it (he couldn't get enough). I looked down and saw his jeans had been unbuttoned at some point and he wasn't wearing underwear. As I eased him up off my dick his jeans fell down and showed he was sporting about 3" from his blond pubes. After finally getting him to bend over (he needed to suck me a few more times, so it actually started to get frustrating) I mounted him and started the bone-dance.

He was really getting into it, and I got more and more verbal, in a commanding voice asking, "who's my little cock whore?" and he'd respond softly "I am", then I'd pop my cock out of his hole and slap his ass and command, "louder, bitch!" he said, "I AM!" then I rammed my cock back in his muscle-butt. As hot as he was, I really didn't even want to look at him in the face out of fear I'd feel inferior, so I just pumped him doggie-style until I was ready to cum. I just said, "I'm getting ready to cum, dude." and banged a load out (he did too).

Afterwards, it was "clean-up" time and he was of course a very typical and polite Canadian boy, making small-talk and friendly chit-chat. So, to all of you who have written over the months, thanks for the loyalty. It's good to be back.

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........"

Malleability

Let's start of with some...hmm....I dunno....boning? Sure, why not. This week was VERY full at work. And because of the shared stress, our powers-that-be have deemed it possible for us to now work from home 3 days a week. This is GREAT since my 20-mile commute now averages 1 hour and 15 minutes (yes, kids, the economy is picking up as evidenced by the traffic and number of Camry-driving jinders on the road). Unfortunately, my days working from home are also packed with phone-conferences and other tasks which has thus-far prevented me from doing some mid-day fucking. As a matter of fact, this whole week my crotch has been dryer than a stone in the Sahara. It wasn't until Friday evening that I had my first potential for some good-ol' fashioned in-and-out...but the fish were not biting. I spent a good hour or so trolling my website of choice, and finally broke down and put an ad up on craigslist (as you know, this usually means scaping the bottom of the barrel). I did finally get a bite from a 20-something Mexican dude from Oaxaca with a beautiful bubble-butt. He liked it from behind and kept looking back at me while I was plowing him. I don't know why, but I LOVED that.

I didn't mention this before, but I'm about 10 lbs underweight (well, under what I WANT to weigh) since I've been back from Europe. This ALWAYS happens when I'm there for longer than a week, since a) I don't get to go to the gym there (just do 100+ push-ups a day) and b) the food there just does not stick to you (plus the portions are a lot smaller than in the US). Anyone wanting to lose weight should definitely try living there for a month. Anyway, as I'm feeling mighty scrawny, I've been hitting the gym regularly, and tonite was no exception. I'm still not lifting the same amount as before I left, but hopefully by next week I'll at least be on my regular routine, and maybe a week after that back to the weight/tone I want to be.


After I got home, I got hit up by the same fuck bud I was in Orlando with last year. I had not seen him since a month after that trip, which often happens with him. He's Filipino-American (aka a Flam), buffed, 34, a ju-jitsu contender and very masculine. As such, his crowd is mostly straight and he has a tendency of falling off the end of the world for long periods of time. I have grown to accept this and don't take it personal. So, when he hit me up again this eve, I let him come over for SEVERAL deep fucks. He lets me do anything I want to him, and I absolutely do. The only thing I don't like is if I fuck him missionary, when I'm about to cum he always commands me to smile (not my natural facial expression in climax mode). So, anyway, here's an exercise for you, my loyal viewers:

These are actually two separates asses -- one is the Mexican guy I fucked Friday, and the other one is the Flam. Can you tell which one is which? I can...cuz I was inside both of them (mmmm-MMMMMM, Beeyotch!)

So, this year's catch-phrase is "Livin' like a lizard--fast and smooth." Oddly, a phrase I use often at work "just among us chickens" (since I don't like when men use "just between us girls") has caught on and is being used at the highest levels of my company now. And speaking of words, here's one for your brainy dictionaries (assuming it's not there already): malleability. This word has several connotations, but the one I'm referring to is the propensity to be shaped, plied or controlled by something else. Why am I bringing this up? Because ever since my ex visited me, HIS ex, OL caught wind of it and has been calling me and leaving message after message. I finally picked up and essentially he just wanted to stir the pot and find out any/all info on my ex.

I was very tight-lipped, which only made him try harder by recounting story after story, annecdote after annecdote about my ex in every gory detail. This only confirmed what I had long suspected; this guy is a sleaze. He loves being the victim and the hero of every story, but unbeknownst to him, my ex told the same stories from the opposite side. Somewhere in the middle of course is the truth, but no hero or victim to be found. What I was able to learn/triangulate from these stories, is OL is not only an enabler, but my take is that despite his moaning and toll of woe for my ex being a drug-user, OL actually prefered him like this. Why? Malleability. My ex is definitely a smart guy, incredibly smart. And strong willed. My guess is he was much more malleable while on drugs to OL, who guided him into that world to begin with over a decade ago. Anyway, when he realized he wasn't going to get any new fodder about my/our ex, he ended his tirade telling me he will be going into colon surgery this weekend. Do I need to say how appropriate this is?

K-A-R-M-A.

On the Mend

This last week was a very heavy work-load as I had to stay at a hotel up in SF and put in 12-hour days at some convention my company was sponsoring. While being in SF drastically increases the probability of getting laid, my energy levels were usually shot at the end of each day. But despite the long hours, I still had a pass from my previous Golds membership and did make 2 trips to the SoMa location since this will be the last opportunity for me to do so unless I buy a new membership (no chance of that). I don't know if it was the crappy weather or just my bad timing, but there were just no shenanigans to be had there (aside from the occasional blowjob or handjob...BORING). But I did manage to acquire 14" biceps for the first time in my life (hells-fuckin'-YEAH, bee-yotch!) so it wasn't a total loss.

Since I was coming off a gym-high I thought my brawniness would be put to waste had I not used it on some guy who wanted his hole to be pounded. So, I did get online and met with a guy who has an uncanny resemblance to Bull (RIP). It was really odd. He has a lot more personality than Bull, but his features, build and facial expression were right on the money. Fucking his beautiful white ass/pink hole was at first weird, but maybe cathartic/therapeutic. I got off two rounds in his hole. Then even saw him the last day I was up in SF for a "quick one".


I also had been talking to a friend of Red for about a month now who lives up in SF (he's a pretty hot, built guy who looks like a young Jeremy Piven with a full head of hair). He says he's straight, lives with a girlfriend and thought I'd be fun to hang with sometime. So, since I've boned Red a few times, I had a mild suspicion here. This was confirmed when we made a plan to go out while I was in SF; he stopped by my hotel room and immediately asked if he could use the shower. "Sure." I said, then about 1o minutes in, he started asking me inaudible things, until I had to go into the bathroom to hear him. He opened the shower and said, "my arms are really sore from my last workout, can you do me a big favor and soap my back for me? I promise I'll make it up to you, dude."


And there it began. I pealed off my clothes, got in, soaped his back and after lightly messing around in the shower, we ended up on the hotel room bed with me fucking him "around the world". He was a hot fuck, and after I pounded my load out, he asked me, "is it OK if I cum now, dude?" I nodded, and he jacked his cock off. Pretty hot there. But immediatly afterwards he started to get dressed, saying how he didn't plan this, how this just happened, how he's straight and has a girlfriend who lives with him etc. Yeah, yeah yeah. Nice try.

Yesterday, I finally got to see Sven, his cat and bird and his weird roommate (really could have done without that one). We went out for Indian food and it was REALLY good to catch up with the boy. Need to do that more often.

Also, I found out that DJ and A are no longer together. The story is that A got swooped-up by some shallow party-dude who models for a trendy online gay site (the "latest thing") devoted to nightlife in SF. DJ was devastated and went on his usual tirade, dragging A's name around the internet and going for the juggular with him (DJ has the ability to pick out the weak-spots in a person and use it against them when necessary to cause maximum damage). So, I CAN say I think it's definitely for the best that A isn't with DJ anymore, but from what it looks like, his new choice in boyfriends is not going to be eliminating drama...just postponing it for awhile. Eh....A. Whaddyagonnado?

This weekend I am hyper-focusing on getting my house in order and packing for my trip back to Europe for the holidays. This will most likely be my last post (at least from the US). So, Merry Christmas, Chappy Channukah and whatever the hell else you wanna throw in there.

New Old Boning

I think this week I've been as tired and overworked as I can remember in recent memory. But it's not really a bad feeling either, since I get a lot of adulation and "glory" at work--which I've found is a novelty in the workforce, especially these days. It's an open secret in Silicon Valley that when times are bad in the job market, few people do a "good" job, meaning they don't get a good employee review and are thus ineligible for a raise, promotion, bonus etc. It was standard practice at my last company. This year has been the opposite, and I've been getting very well compensated monetarily (officially the most I've ever earned in my career) as well as a heavy dose of respect. It makes the long hours and work feel worth it. However, it does cut into the social life and gym time, which I wasn't too happy about this week, since I only got in 2 workouts (mediocre at best).

The first part of my week was spent up in SF. I still have 1 month remaining at Golds, so I thought I'd take advantage and see if I could get laid after the workout. No dice. But after work, I did hit a Starbucks and do some online cruising where I found this guy:

I think I mentioned before I have an eye for ass, and even from the ass pics in his profile he looked very familiar. I went to his place, and he greeted me butts up on the bed (I LOVE THAT!!!) which meant no foreplay necessary. However, with some guys this also means they are cum-sluts or that their hole is wide enough to suck in the light from the galaxy. But not this guy. When I got the long ranger in him it was as smooth and tight as a velvet glove. I was able to ride him doggy style and just pound it until I came, knowing there was no reciprocation necessary (or probably even desired). When I pulled out and took the condom off, something was strangely familiar, since I hadn't really seen his face up till this point (not what I was after). Then it hit me; I had fucked this guy 10 years earlier.

I know I talk about my glory days of 1999 and the spectacular sex parties going on. But sex was everywhere back then. I think all that talk about what it was like in the 70's must be very similar actually. Anyway, one day I was walking down a nude beach in the "gay area" (there are makeshift driftwood "dwellings" to shield people from view there) and heard some slight moaning coming from behind one of them. I quietly and casually walked behind to see this same guy bent over with that NICE beefy ass getting slowly fucked by some old "muscle daddy" (why people dress in leather on the beach I have no fucking clue) while his equally old friend sat there smiling and watching. There's something about watching a guy get fucked that triggers the dog in me; sometimes it doesn't even matter if the guy getting fucked is butt ugly. It's like my dick automatically feels jealous and wants a turn. The leather duo saw me there and the "daddy" really looked like he was just humoring this bottom by fucking him. He didn't really seem that into it. I took the cue and put a profo on my cock and the moment the daddy pulled out, I shoved it in. The bottom boy loved it and was moaning with pleasure telling me to fuck him harder under his breath. One of my all time hot experiences.

So, now here we were 10 years later (well, 11 actually) fucking again. This time I got his number/info so we could stay in touch. It's always nice to have a quality fuck to look up in a pinch when in SF. Which leads me to my last subject: Folsom St Fair. It's this week, and a few of my friends have been badgering me to go with them. But just like Dore Alley, I think those days are over. No real desire to relive the "glory days", since I really think I won't ever see the levels of debauchery I once experienced there. Instead, I'll be spending the day with Chef, who has now stated he's in an "it's complicated" type relationship. Meaning he wants me to bone him, and he wants it bad.

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.

Anal in Arkansas

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Full of Bull...

...or rather, Bull was full of ME. As were two other guys at his party. Lemme 'splain: this year's party for Bull's birthday was more crack-tacular than ever! Meaning I saw more guys smoking crack than I'd ever seen there before. I really felt like Jane Goodall (replace gorilla with spider-monkey). But there were actually fewer tweakers than the 4th of July party. And there were some really hot and interesting guys this time too (AND the annoying transexual didn't come either, which was GREAT). However, it really only takes one tweaker to ruin a party. And as a case in point there was one 25-year-old (?) guy there who even at 25 had seen better days; meaning he was probably a very hot 18-year-old, but still trying to believe he is now. The first thing he when he got in the hot-tub was do a round-robin asking everyone how old they were. One Peter Pan wannabe said he was 39, and shortly left thereafter, to which the Tweaker said just out of ear-shot, "that guy's not fooling anyone. MAYBE 49, and I'm being generous. Tee-hee." When he asked me point-blank how old I was, I said, "let's just say I'm old enough to be your second-cousin" followed by snickers from the rest of the tub-ees. The tweaker followed that with, "you have an accent. Where are you from?" I deadpanned, "your mother's vagina." then paused, "Oh, you mean ORIGINALLY. Got it." And the tubbers went wild with laughter, while the tweaker just moved on to more interested game.

After I was thoroughly soaked, I got out and saw Bull walking though the halls. I literally pulled him into the bathroom and whipped out my cock. He smiled, took the bait and started sucking me. Like a trained hand, he reached under the cabinet in the bathroom for some kit he stashed there and pulled out a condom and some poppers. Within a minute I was pounding his ass and he was moaning uncontrollably. After I came, he turned to me and said "are you done?" I nodded and he stepped away from my dick, pulled up his shorts and smiled, "cool." "Happy Birthday" I responded as he rejoined the party. So, now on to my triangular scenario; I went back to the hot-tub and was joined by a HOT 21-year-old kid and someone who was even hotter in my eyes; a 27-year-old white guy with a nice body but more importantly, he was a computer geek and worked for Apple. But here's the thing, we all started talking and it became more and more apparent that the 21-year-old kid, while aloof, was into me. I was into the other guy, but of course, he was very VERY into the 21-year-old kid, fawning and giggling over him. It turned out the kid was only in town for another week, and while he was hot and very intelligent (just transferring from UC Berkeley) I didn't really have an attraction to him, and thought the other guy would be more his speed. As I stepped out, the kid finally came to life almost in a panic, "Are you leaving now?" I responded, "Nah, just overheated. Gonna get something cold." He returned to his aloof self and said, "OK, well don't go without saying good-by." I nodded and smiled...and that was the last I saw of him intentionally.

As I toweled off and headed to Bull's room to bid my farewell, I passed the first tweaker who had obviously missed his calling as a census taker. Without a word, I grabbed him roughly by the arm, pulled him into the bathroom and closed the door. He was giggling and saying, "what's up, dude?" then I pulled out my dick, and he said, "Oh, so I guess I'm supposed to suck your dick." "You're gonna do more than that, bitch" I thought as I pushed his face down to my crotch. Instinctively he started sucking me. I looked around for Bull's kit and it wasn't there. But there was a condom underneath where it had been, so I suited up, spit on my cock, turned the tweaker around and despite his mild protests of "hey, what are you doing? we can't do that. I'm not ready. we don't have lube" etc I eased my cock into his butthole. It slid in and he just held himself there over the sink whining about how much it hurt and that I needed to wait a moment. Then I grabbed his shoulder with one hand, his hip with another and pounded his ass mercilessly. I knew I wouldn't cum; this was just to teach this fucker a lesson. After about 20 seconds his "wait! wait! WAIT!" got pretty loud so I pulled out. He turned around and said, "this is hot! I just need a second." I responded, "we're done anyway." Then pulled my shorts up over my condom-clad boner and unlocked the bathroom door to step out. The tweaker pulled up his shorts and walked out with me and said, smiling, "see you at the hot-tub. I just looked away.

Then ANOTHER white tweaker with a big ass came up to use the bathroom as we were exiting. I thought, "eh, here goes nothing..." and smiled at him. He smiled back and said, "excuse me." I opened the door for him, but then stepped in with him as well. He started giggling, and before he knew what hit him I bent him over and was pounding his butt-- this time to finish and get a load off. His ass was definitely more accommodating and it took me less than a minute to get my rocks off. When I was done, he looked up at me from the sink he was bent over and said, "wow! I totally didn't expect this! HOT!" I smirked then winked, pulling off the condom and throwing it in the toilet. Then I left the party and drove home.

So, that's my weekend. Other than that, I've been boning my regulars, so no "new" pics other than the ones already posted (wouldn't DARE try and fool you guys with recycled pics). One other call for travel advice; next week I'll be in St Louis and the following week in Little Rock, AR. Any suggestions?

RSS (bottom) Feeds

I found out from a friend of mine that another blog is using the RSS feed to show MY posts to HIS blog in their entirety. I then emailed the owner of said blog (who repulses me physically, morally and character-wise; he's sincerely damaged) and asked him very politely to remove my posts. He then emailed me with "are you sure?" followed by a 3-paragraph justification of why I should let him continue to do this. I then explained how I found his views, opinions and more importantly, actions morally repugnant to me and did not want to associate myself with him or his blog. He then went into a diatribe of how he's a regular Mother Teresa and essentially providing a service to all young kids who (misguidedly!) want to become HIV +. He followed that saying posting my blog posts through the RSS feed was completely within google's guidelines and legal.

Well, yes, you bottom-feeding whale, legally you can. And since I tried to explain the concept of courtesy to you before and obviously failed, let me attempt to do so through analogy; if there is a race on public property and someone decides to set up a table with a sign that says "free water" and gives them out to the runners as they pass by, legally you can waddle yourself up from the spectator section and carry off as many bottles as you can fit in your many pockets (I'm speaking of the anatomical ones comprised of all your flab and lose skin). It's just common courtesy to ASK that person if it would be OK to take some water, and at an ABSOLUTE MINIMUM, say "hello". Seriously, had this guy at a minimum said hello and asked, OR had he at least after the fact said, "hey, I'm sorry for not asking. I didn't think you'd mind" most likely I would have still asked him to remove my posts. But it would have shown me he has character or some redeaming value-- this was just a confirmation he has neither. But I AM grateful he did what he said and took down my blog-posts and therefore have not named him, but want to reiterate that if you ARE one of those people who came here from that particular blog, I do not support, endorse, agree with it nor do I want to be associated in any way with the author.

OK, now on to another previous topic: the bull's-eye. I got a few comments and emails about this. In fact, my good friend Sven even told me the other day that while his boyfriend strattled Sven's huge 9"+ uncut dick the other night, he too hit a bull's-eye with his boyfriend. Apparently this was not only the first time for his boyfriend, but also the first time for Sven (and this boy has definitely been around the block and back). Both are now in their 40's, so the moral is I guess it just has to do with the right equipment being used under the right circumstances. And who knows, maybe someone will hit one with Sven himself someday.

And now, some of my own boning; I went up to SF over the weekend to a small group of 3 other guys; all in their mid to late 20's, 1 white, 1 latin and one extremely buffed Asian. All the guys were WAY hot but the white guy was the only "bottom" (here he is getting fucked by the Asian guy, then the Latin guy).

I got off my first round in him, but for some reason I wanted a bigger challenge. I started really doubling-down on the buffed Asian guy, but each time I went for his hole he shook his head and said he was a top and didn't get fucked. I moved on to the latin guy-- same thing. And the thing is, BOTH of them had NICE asses (well, so do I, I've been told) and I REALLY wanted in! So, while the latin dude was pounding the white guy and the Asian guy watched wide-eyed, I suited up behind him and started nibbling on his ear saying, "that looks SOOO hot." he nodded. Instead of touching his ass with my hands, I started massaging his neck and shoulders, then doing some neck sucking and massaging it with my tongue. He was really getting into it, and wouldn't you know it, "Pop!" the long-ranger was sliding inside him. I didn't want to draw any attention or do ANYTHING which could cause us to stop, so I just kept fucking him standing up, inching my dick further and further in. Finally, he just bent over the bed and I started grinding and pumping. Unfortunately, the Latin guy looked up from fucking the white guy and said, "Dude, that's HOT! Let's switch!" and quickly pulled his cock (he was as big as me, only his curved downwards) out of the white guy. This freaked the Asian guy out and he pushed me out of him and said, "nah, nah. It hurts too much. I can't do it anymore." Fuck! It didn't hurt when I was inside him or he wouldn't have bent over like that. But that was it. He was NOT having repeats.

But...heh heh heh...when it was the Asian's turn to fuck the white guy with his 3" prick, I quietly did the same thing to the latin dude...and it worked : ) Not only did he take the bait, we ended up on the bed fucking missionary. The whole time, he kept telling me "go real slow. I don't ever get fucked." Well, he was now. Only I couldn't really pump or thrust too hard or fast with him. But I did manage to get off round two inside him. Good times!

After my shenanigans at the hotel, I decided to take what little energy I had left and invest it in a workout at a gym in SF. And I stacked more than I ever have yet, so BOOM! Suckaz (gotta use my catch-phrase for this year a few more times when possible). I was thoroughly pumped and bulgey, and as I was looking for some weights to do some curls I passed by a guy who caught my eye, then I looked away. I sensed a slight awkwardness so I looked over again, and it turned out to be my Psycho-Ex from years back, so I went over to talk to him (he wouldn't have come up to me, even though he desperately wanted to). Not gonna go into the psycho-details here, but suffice it to say when we were going out this guy was always a very BUFFED, Bubble-butt Asian boy (I call them "BBBAB's", and I've dated 3 in my life). But looking at him now, he definitely lost a LOT of mass, and now while definitely toned, was no longer what I would consider buffed at all. Still fuckable, but not "hot", and I was actually a bit sad by it. I made small talk with him for about 2 minutes then awkwardly wrapped it up so I could continue my workout.

So, that's about it for now. To wrap things up here and bring them full circle:

Parties of the Beach, Pool and World-Cup Varieties

I'd have to say this summer is one of the most active ones I've experienced in recent memory. This isn't necessarily a good thing, as I also appreciate my down/relaxation time. But it has been pretty fun so far. Even though last week was a "short" one due to the 4th of July holiday, I was feeling run-down and when Friday rolled around I was not at all looking forward to all the social events happening on the weekend. But thankfully, Saturday morning after a long 10-hour sleep I felt like a new man and said, "Let the games begin!" And what better way to start-off the festivities than with a HOT new fuck-bud; a 30-something buffed black dude with an AWESOME body, face and personality (his face and smooth voice remind me of Billy D Williams circa 1980, so I'm gonna call him "Billy"). Turns out this guy was a real-estate agent who due to the economy and real-estate market's downturn decided to become a flight-attendant...and you'd never know it by looking at him. Damn! Looks more like an air martial (or a bouncer). I don't think any passenger will be hassling him for another drink once he tells them they're "cut off". Anyway, when he came over I answered the door shirtless in sweats, did my usual strut back to the fuck-room, and then flopped my dick out to see how he would react. He immediately knelt and started sucking me, which meant I was fully in control and there would be no give-and-take here.

I noticed he was carryng a little "kit" with him, which is usually a bad sign (usually means it has everything that person "NEEDS" to have sex inside it). But in this case, the only thing he wanted from it was poppers (eh, whaddyagonnado?) and lube (I told him I only had spit to offer). Once I pulled off his clothes, I noticed something else: he is now officially number 3.

Not that I care; just an observation. Plus, a certain friend of mine tends to get quite pissy when I tell him I've just fucked a black guy with a big dick, and usually responds, "You prick! Don't ruin it for us bottoms! Save the big-dicked ones for us!" Aaaaaanyway, another NICE observation (maybe you can see it too in the second pic); for a black guy, he had a BEAUTIFUL pink hole. Usually the darker guys have pretty dark holes; not a bad thing, but there's just something pavlovian with me about seeing a pink one. And his really did if for me. I was pounding that ass like it was my own toy-- and Billy loved it. Nice way to start the weekend.

Later that day I went to a bonfire at a beach up in SF organized by this former party-kid who is now trying to go legit. The crowd was low-key and very "no-attitude" (read between the lines). While I had an OK time there, I didn't meet anyone I was interested in outside of this gathering (sexually or otherwise) and actually had a much better time later at the gym. And an even BETTER time boning the Mario Lopez-looking very gay kid later that evening. Here's the thing: I mentioned how I was thinking about weeding him out of my harem after the "flame out" at the restaurant a couple weeks back. But this kid's ass is a fucking force of nature. He came over in the eve, unfortunately drunk, and just let me use his beautiful bubble-butt however I wanted. And while I know he's very attracted to me sexually, I do feel a bit guilty when he's here drunk; NOT because I'm taking advantage of him (I know he'd do/and has done the same things sober). But it's just that I feel I should be telling him after his DUI he should know better and tell him not to bother driving over if he's had anything to drink. Will that mean he cuts me off and goes on to the next long dick he finds? Who knows? Probably. But it would definitely sooth my conscience. I'm definitely having moral issues here. And as I'm writing this post, I think I've made my decision.

The next day was 2 different world-cup parties; one was a pool-party with friends and colleagues from work. Both parties were AWESOME, but the results were extremely disappointing, in that it will make being around Spanyards just that much more difficult for the near term. And Lastly, I fucked this hot white dude:

He's got a very nice ass, but a so-so hole (the pucker feels snug around my dick, but inside it has a weird shape that hits my cock at odd angles like a maze. Hard to explain). He finally let me snap a couple pics, and my fucking phone camera wouldn't take a decent picture. After the 4th attempt I stopped, as I didn't want to break the mood. He was duly rewarded with a "bulls-eye" when we fucked missionary-- the first in his life. When we were done he was wide eyed and talking a mile a minute, "that was fuckin' too much. How'd you do that? Your dick just kept rubbing my prostate. I could feel it over and over. Man! I've never cum without touching myself. EVER." Well, little camper, now you have.

Memorial Day Mounting and ABCD part 3

Memorial Day weekend left my balls empty and dry. The Hot Gay Nerd came over just before the start of the weekend and we did the bone dance 3 times (yes, I got greedy again, but everytime I caught a look at his hole, I just couldn't help myself). The bad part here is it turns out he is bi-polar (I knew something was up as he was on Paxil the first time we met, but he admitted it to me this time). Without going into too much detail, I decided not to go to the Russian River with him, and this will be the last time I see him. Nice ass, but my drama allergy won't allow further contact.

On to ABCD (another big cock debate); I mentioned before that I have NEVER seen a hung Asian, if we are going to assume average is 6" give or take. Yes, I've seen many average sized Asians, but never-- repeat NEVER a hung Asian. Now, the popular myth is that "black guys are HUNG!" Well, as a guy whose been inside more black dudes than cycle-cell, I can give this observation; I would say HALF the black guys I have been with are hung (8" +), and the other half are average. Only a very small percentage I have ever been with (two to be exact) were what I would consider small/below average. Now, I have definitely SEEN some black guys with small dicks at the gym, and they are usually very fat. In fact, my theory is that ANYONE who is obese is going to have a small dick (I think it has something to do with blood circulation or some other physical reality, but I have NEVER seen anyone obese with a large dick). So, what's this got to do with anything? Well, nothing. Except...

The day after my shenanigans with the Hot Gay Nerd, I went to the gym for a good workout, then hit the steam room where a very buffed really good looking black guy was sitting there with a towel. I'm pretty much the Zen-master of cruising and can read/put out all the signs without overstepping the line. One of the "lines" is you don't jack off outright unless the other guy is at least touching his own package. For the longest time this guy was fondling himself under his towel, but I didn't know if it was just to rub the sweat from his balls or if he wanted to have a tug. FINALLY, I took a chance and slung my schlong outside my towel and started stroking. He watched and finally started doing the same--under his towel. We were sitting next to each other, so I motioned for him to suck me, and after a moment of hesitation, he leaned over to suck me. Once his mouth was on the Long Ranger, I pulled at his towel and found out what he was hiding: he had about 3 inches (he's the 2nd guy out of the 2 small black guys I mentioned). Not like I cared, cuz I'm all about the hole. But when I went to play with his ass and maybe get a finger in his hole, he moved my hand away...and that was that. No reason for me to stick around, so I left.

You might think I'm making this up or playing on a theme, but this is just my reality: the next day I had a BBQ to attend as well as a commitment to meet up with a half-black/half-filipino guy I had been talking to online for a week. The BBQ was awesome and I saw friends there I hadn't seen in a year. But like a gentleman, I left at the agreed upon time and made it to my house to meet the guy like I said I would; he was buffed, my height and looked like Tiger Woods (could have been his brother). His demeanor was slightly thuggish, but definitely shy. We didn't have much conversation, so I was really pushing to get him into the bedroom, and finally did. There, he got giggly almost everytime I put my hands on him and kept telling me to "slow down". After about 5 minutes of heavy-petting I was getting anxious, so I took my dick out and he grabbed it and said, "Man, that's BIG." I had to push his head into my crotch twice to get him to finally put it in his mouth; which he did between giggles. Now I was getting pretty annoyed and almost forcefully took his clothes off. Once again, nice body, incredible ass, and average 6" dick. Then I tried to turn him around and he fought back giggling and asked, "Hey, what are you doing?" I said, "just relax dude." And he responded, "Hey, I don't think I can do this man. You're hot, but you're dick is way too big. I could never handle that. Not with someone I just met." Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand we're done. I just backed away, put my clothes on and walked out of the room. He followed (dressed) shortly afterwards and asked if I would want to go out and "maybe date before we got into it". Not gonna happen.

Luckily, I got a call later that evening from one of my regulars. So, I was able to get my rocks off a couple more times. And the next day, that was the best fuck of the long weekend: 21-year-old Latin kid with a face like a young Mario Lopez. The only things was, he was a total gay boy, AND he showed up buzzed from wine-coolers. But his body and ass were SO FUCKABLE. I got off three rounds in him too, which was just awesome.



He lives walking distance from my house so chances are I'll make him a regular. Even though he started asking a lot of personal questions etc (hinting he wanted to date) he's way too much of a gay boy; not the kind of guy you'd take to a hockey game. But the odd thing was even though I came three times with him, I felt fine the next day (morning wood and everything). So, maybe that "rule of three" has nothing to do with sex drive, and is just a consequence of it. I'd REALLY like to understand the magic formula. Until then, I guess I'll just keep working at it. Meanwhile, I'm planning my trip back to Europe (leaving the 2nd week of June). I'll be in London for a couple days coming and going, and it will be fun to hook-up with one of my favorite fuck buds who lives over there. So, enjoy the shortened week!