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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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.

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.

Work-related shenanigans

I'm probably sounding like a broken record talking about being busy at work in so many of my posts. But saddly, that is the reality. The upside is come the begining of the year my current office will most likely be shut down, meaning I will be working from home. I LOVE working from home, as I can usually get some boning done here and there during the day from the part of my harem that works different non-traditional hours (if at all). Meanwhile, as I've been spending long hours in the office, I'm finding myself more and more attracted to one of my colleagues; a 29-year-old boyish looking surfer type (lives in Santa Cruz) who reminds me a lot of Ed Norton (I'll call him Norton). Just like his namesake, he doesn't have what anyone would consider traditional "good looks". But his attitude, masculinity and overall demeanor just do it for me. He's also perpetually engaged to some lawyer chick he lives with. Anyway, we joke around a lot as his desk is right in back off mine, and I've caught him a few times just staring at me. And when I catch him, he doesn't flinch, he just keeps looking like I'm supposed to say something or entertain him.


One morning when I went into the restroom stall, a few seconds later, he came in and used the one next to me (there's a barrier so it's very discrete). I was having a "can't keep it down" morning (been having those lately...nice : ) and having him take a leak next to me got the blood flowing enough to have the long ranger nice and swingin'. Just as he zipped up and turned to walk over to the sink and wash, I said to him, "Hey, Norton, I didn't get much sleep at all last night. I'm really running a couple gallons low of a full tank today. So, if I get really behind, or forget to do something, you gotta help me out and let me know, OK?" He nodded as he rinsed off, "sure". Not skipping a beat I turned around from the urinal with my schlong hanging prominently out of my dress slacks and headed over to the opposite end of the sink, "Thanks, man. I owe you." So, I don't know if it was the joke, or just the sight of my long dick hanging out and flopping around as I walked over to the sink, but he started laughing uncontrollably and said, "DUuuuude!" I gave him a quizzical look to keep playing along, then looked at my cock hanging out and acted embarassed, "now, see? This is what I'm talking about. Good thing I didn't walk out like last time." So, yes, I know I probably could have been sent to human resources for that. But he found it funny, and I think a seed has been planted (though not literally...yet).

Since the weather has been good (actually, last weekend was unbearably hot) and maybe because of the reminiscing that began with last week's post, I wanted to make a trip to the gay/nude beach in San Gregorio. I tried to get some friends together, but the ones that most likely WOULD have gone were backpacking this weekend, so I ended up going alone. Well, that trip turned out to be a bust as there was some flooding, so that beach was closed. I WAS able to hook up with my usual harem, including the Brian Austin Green looking kid I wrote about 2 posts back. I've been hooking up with him 3 Sundays in a row since it's convenient for both of us. However, this weekend I got a first taste of what could definitely be an obsessive personality. Not going into details, but I'll be on the lookout if I decide to hook up with him again. But just so you know WHY I'd be willing to tolerate him:


Yup, the things we do for a good piece of boy-pussy.

Minnesota Meaver

Yes, I said "meaver"; as in "mangina". And boy did I get my share! Mmmmm-MMMMM, Bitch! When I go to Minnesota, unfortunately the first night I didn't get to stay in Minneapolis and was stuck out in Eden Prairie (definitely prairie, but not Eden by a long-shot...unless your vision of paradise is a strip-mall with a "Fridays"). And although I had made attempts to "book ahead" (which rarely pan out I have found) I ended up online that eve to see if there was any eager "meaver" on the prairie. It turned out there was...but only just passable for my taste. Nice enough ass (you be the judge) but nothing really to write home about.

In short, his hole did the trick and I was able to sleep soundly in the discomfort of my hotel room. As I was in Eden, the next day my work took me to a conference held theologically enough in a megachurch up the road, which they apparently rent out when not "megachurching". Now, I'm not one of those brain-dead morons who goes around bashing all organized religion (I have one of my own) but I have to say this place was a mixture of consumerism (they sold food, religious objects and souvenirs everywhere and had cash registers along every wall about 5 feet apart) and feel-good psychology. In other words, "Jeezus wuvs you. But he'd REALLY love you if you bought a mega-cup of coffee and croissant from our caffe along with a souvenir "I heart Isaiah 3:15" T-shirt." Just weird. And this is coming from a guy who devotes an entire blog to porking other guys up the ass. Ah, the irony.

I had decided that once the conference was over I would high-tail it out of Eden to a more Sodom and Gamorrah type area, and got a hotel across from the "Mall of America" where I thought I'd find plenty of shenanigans at a restroom area there. But before I got out of my hotel to go cruise the mall, I got messaged by a self-styled "frat boy" (so he said) in his late 20's, blond and white, so...yeah...

When he got in he was possibly in his early 30's (wore a baseball cap to cover his thinning hair) but definitely nice body. I played it cool like I might not be into it, then said, "hmmm...let's see your ass, man." He indulged me and dropped his pants to show me. I put him on the bed, snapped a couple pics, then started eating his hole out. Then before he knew what hit him, I was inside him pumping my cock in and out. He took it like a champ, and I don't know why, but even though I was SO HAPPY to be fucking a night white ass with a pink hole (remember: this is my favorite kind) I was really feeling like a sadistic dick. Sometimes it happens. So, I just kept fucking him doggie style with my hands on his hips, ramming my cock inside hard, banging my pelvis against his sweet ass until I finally let loose and came. He was clean, perfect, and for all intents and purposes seemed like a cool guy. But for some reason, I just felt like pulling out and said, "Nice dude. gotta get going now" and went to the sink and started washing up. He just looked at my with sad puppy eyes holding his 4" dick and said, "can I at least get off?" "Sure. but not here." And I threw his clothes at him on the bed. Why was I such a dick? Maybe there was something in him that wanted to be treated like that and I picked up on it on a subconscious level. Or maybe I can just be a dick. Aaaaaanyway, he left without another word and closed the door behind him. Then number 2 messaged me: 30-something white blond guy with an even MORE muscular ass than the first one. The only thing was, his hole had an "issue" (remember what I talked about in my last post "The Perfect Ass"?)

1/2 hour later he was at the hotel. Same thing; let him come in, told him to take his pants off to see his ass, but this time he wouldn't let me take pics (most likely because of his "issue"). So, I we just started fucking doggie-style. He was moaning and writhing like he was enjoying every inch of the long-ranger. At that moment I said, "OK, I think you've had enough." and pulled out. He whined and said, "why? what's wrong?" I said, "nothing. You want some more cock?" "yes." he replied hungrily. So, I slipped back inside him and he whimpered. "If you want some more dick, you're gonna let me take a picture of it while it's inside you." He didn't say a word as I reached over for my phone and snapped some pics.

Damn I have a hot cock : ) And once again, I just fucked him to get my rocks off. No reciprocation of any kind. But this guy was really a bottom and I didn't think he would even mind, and he didn't seem to. So, I guess the larger question is WHY THE HELL DON'T THEY MAKE THEM LIKE THAT IN CALIFORNIA? Fuck! I haven't got a steady supply of grade-A ass like that since my days in Dayton, Ohio. Midwest boys ROCK! Almost makes me want to spend more time out there. Almost.

Finally, the next day on my flight back, I had a layover in the Denver airport where I sat next to an obnoxious dyke with the hairiest legs I'd ever seen on a woman. But the interesting thing was on my flight back home were two gay cowboys; both blond, one scruffy- the other clean-shaven, both slim, but very toned, both in their late 20's/early 30's and wearing jeans, a blue T-shirt and cowboy hat. Not only were they on my flight, but they also shared the shuttle from the airport to the car garage. They weren't from here, as they had a very twangy accent (with only the slightest hint they were gay). I thought, "damn. This is Brokeback Mountain if it were set 30 years later." Whether they were a happy couple on vacation or were crystal fiends who got fisted for money on the internet I do not know. But they sure looked happy and wholesome enough together, so I'm gonna keep that image in my head for now.

The Perfect Ass

Over the course of this blog, I have received a few emails asking what I consider to be a "good ass". I've had this conversation with friends of mine many times, so I'll repeat it here. As a total top and avid admirer of the ass, there are actually 3 components that make up the perfect ass:
1. The buttocks. The rounder thee better, obviously, but they don't necessarily need to be "bubble-butt"either in order to be perfect. I just need some firmness so my groin doesn't get worn out when my dick is slamming into them.
2. The anus. AKA, the starfish or boy-pussy. This is mostly cosmetic/visual. Meaning, if you don't get up-close and personal, you might never see it. But as I am a total ass-man, I really like a nice pink-hole, so I tend to get up in there. And without getting graphic, there are a million things that can go wrong down there. So, when it's smooth, tight and in good shape it is very appreciated.
3. The rectum. This is just as important as the buttocks. The hole needs to be elastic, yet firm. Extra points when the bottom can control it.

So, for any of you who have been wondering what goes on in the mind of a total top, let me offer these few pointers;
a) REGARDLESS of how nice of an ass God gave you, do some lunges, squats and long walks. There is nothing worse than a flabby ass, and it's really sad when guys who used to have very nice asses let them sag and pretend like they are still in shape. It's COMPLETELY avoidable, so avoid it!
b) DON'T BE SHY or afraid to "present". Guys are visual, so if you have a nice hole, show it off! If a guy has a nice ass and pulls down his pants to show me his hole, chances are my dick will soon be inside. Very difficult to resist that.
c) Don't spare the "fuck me's".

Which leads me to my boning annecdote of the day: I saw the Greek kid at the gym the other day with a very buffed and gay-looking Latin guy. He could have been his trainer I guess. At first he was caught off guard and looked a little flustered, then finally came up and said hello. It's been a few weeks since we hooked up and he said, "so when are we gonna hang out again?" To avoid an awkward situation, I said, "howabout tomorrow night?" He agreed and came over in the evening. The thing is, he's been getting more and more "mushy" with me, wanting to kiss and make-out for a long time as foreplay. With some guys it works, but I have to be into it, and to be honest....with him I'm not. So, after a few minutes I was mounting him. When I was finally on top of him missionary, I realized the whole time he didn't say anything--only his hard dick gave away the fact he was enjoying himself. So, trying to elicit SOME type of response, I started power-driving his butthole HARD. He gave me a look which was a cross between of "what the fuck are you doing?" and "How rude!" and I just blasted a huge orgasm by using his hole. Usually, I'm a gentleman and keep going, but this time I just kept my hard dick inside him, pulsating, but not moving. He started jacking off wildly and whispered, "fuck me hard again." I didn't move and said, "What was that?" He responded slightly louder, "fuck me really hard like you did." I grabbed his legs, readied my pelvis for another power-drive and said, "What? what do you want?" He said loudly, "fuck me harder!" and with that I pounded his ass again so hard I thought my pelvis or his hole would crack from all the impact. Then he shot a load so big it hit him in the face. The lesson here is don't be shy. Say what you want. It works out better for both people.

Lastly, my job will be taking me to the lovely city of Minneapolis this weekend. I haven't been there for 12 years and am wondering since the weather is nice if there will be any time for shenanigans. If anyone has any ideas, suggestions or a nice hole waiting let me know.

Thuggish Fuckin and the Hot Gay Nerd

The acquisition of my piss-ant company went off without a hitch. I am now a cog in a much larger machine. The good news is there will be better benefits and hopefully far more opportunity. I'm glad I never told my jinder boss to go and fuck himself. I really came close a couple of times. The closest was during our "victory celebration" when he made 2 very racist comments to me (totally clueless, since everyone at the table heard them). After he was done, 3 people asked me if I was going to go to HR about it. I shrugged and let it go. But if I had said back to him, "How many daughters did you drown before you decided to keep the one you have? How many wives have you burnt to get to this one? Did you get into software because you flunked out of snake-charming school? Hey, next time you head to the breakroom be sure to fetch me a bucket of water, Gunga-den" then I'D be the one sent to HR. Where's the justice in that? I tell ya.

I got a call the other day from one of my fuck-buds, which kind of caught me off guard as I had totally forgotten about him. Not that we had a set date to meet up or anything, just that I forgot he existed. I think this is either a sign that I am getting old and my memory is fading, or I've just been very preocupied with work and life in general (either way, I'm gonna start spiking my drinks with gingko-biloba). He explained he hadn't called in awhile as he was in the process of moving up to SF. He came over and we had a good fuck (just one round) and then he left. This event made me take an assessment of my current "harem" of steady bottom-boys; currently at about 7.

Later that day, I got a call from a kid I'd been talking to early on in the week (I had given him my number, but if a day goes by and I don't get a call, I just write it off). He's 24, buffed, light-skinned Mexican and a hopefully soon-to-be former thug (most of the real-estate on his back, arms and neck are filled with tatoos). Aside from having a kick-ass body, he's DAMN cute-- a cross between Justin Bieber and Freddie Prinz Jr (circa 1998) so I'll call him Freddie. We made plans for me to pick him up...which leads to the cons; he doesn't have a car, lives at home, works 3 days a week as a care-giver watching a crippled guy and smokes weed habitually. But THIS...


well, it definitely begs consideration. From the moment I picked him up (he lives 2 miles from me) he couldn't stop smiling at me with his big Justin Bieber lips. He didn't say much, and when we got back to my place he was all over me with those lips. He was just too hot to NOT kiss. We ended up doing some "round-the-world" fucking. In fact, I was so "smitten" that I took him to lunch 2 days later to go on a real date. Turns out at 25 years old he's a dead-beat dad with a 10-year-old son and has hepatitis C. Not really a catch, so gonna cut this one loose.

On the absolute opposite spectrum is a guy I met later in the week; the Hot Gay Nerd (as they said on Will and Grace). This guy had a 6-pack, swimmers arms and abs, totally cute face (looked like a younger version of Skeet Ulrich, so I'll call him Skeet) and is the epitome of a nerd in personality and demeanor (high tech geeky guy). Add to this he used to be overweight, so he really doesn't know just how awesome-looking he is. I took these pics not because I asked, but because while we were fucking for the 3rd time, he moaned, "I always get so jealous of tops. You guys get the best view when you're fucking..."


So, being the nice guy I am, I took some pics just for him : P He enjoyed them, but not nearly as much as I did taking them. The unfortunate situation with him is he lives in Bakersfield (about 4.5 hours away driving). I saw him one more time before he had to head home and he seemed adamant about wanting to come back up next chance he got, and I definitely wouldn't mind.

The only bad part here is, I think I finally found out the "formula" for my sex drive: don't overdo it. Meaning, the first time Skeet and I hooked-up, his ass was SO HOT I got off 3 rounds in him. The next day I was wiped, sexually. I had NO drive at all. Couldn't get an erection to save my life. So, I think twice is the limit, regardless of whether I CAN or not. I think that's the equilibrium.

Stealth Barebacked

Here's a cautionary tale that I feel I must share with you, my good readers. In the spirit of the ever-popular ABC Afterschool Specials, I've decided to entitle this story, "Mommy, I think Johnny just put his raw cock in my butt-hole". Before I get into specifics, I'll have to mention what led to this turn of events:

Work-wise this week has been very tedious. The upside is that I just found out today that my piss-ant suck-bucket of a company is going to acquired by an enormously larger international company we'll call "the Borg". I'm interested in the possibilities this acquisition may bring, as well as the stock options I will be able to exercise immediately should I weather the coming storm. Meanwhile, my good friend Muff-Diver from Sacramento came out to stay with me as he is currently relocating back to the bay area. It was great having him out here and I always enjoy visiting him. But having guests means I have to tone down my more "temporary" guests; namely my hook-ups. So, by the time Friday rolled around, I was randy as a jack-rabbit. So, when I got home from work I went online and got hit up by a visiting flight-attendent (often happens around weekends). His online pics were nice (posting them here; reason for this will be apparent shortly)

He made it clear he was up for meeting and gave me his number so we could meet at his hotel. I called as I was ready to leave and immediately recognized his strong accent as Brazilian. I let him know I was up for fucking him, and he asked if I had any condoms. I said yes, I'd bring some, and headed over. When I showed up at his hotel, he looked exactly like his pics (only wearing a towel) and immediately started pawing at me and going for the kiss. I didn't recoil, but I did start moving my lips out of direct line of fire, opting to nuzzle his neck to feign interest. The reality was I just wasn't into sensuality at that moment-- I was feeling far more animalistic. He was very agressive tho and seemed to be one step ahead of me and went for the long ranger which was already rock hard (BTW I swear there is just no rhyme, reason or logic to this, but for the last 3 or so weeks I've been having the most awesome fly-popping erections and high sex-drive. I REALLY wish I knew what caused it; diet? chemical imballance? seasonal change? barometric pressure?) He went down to suck it, and I recoiled, grabbing him by the face and forcing his mouth open. He complied; his mouth wide open and tongue hanging out like he was drinking from a water fountain. I looked at my massive cock and slapped him in the face with it twice. Fuck yeah, bitch! Then I eased it into his mouth and began skull-fucking him, which he loved.

He pulled my pants all the way down and then started getting more agressive again, pushing me on my back onto the bed. Then he strattled me, rubbing his butthole on top of my cock, and in one motion leaned into kiss me again and popped my cock about an inch inside him. I remembered he'd asked for a condom and said, "Hold on, I brought the condoms you asked for" while reaching for it in my pants. And with that he eased me out of himself, grabbed the condom from me, unwrapped it and suited up my cock. I really HATE when guys put the condom on for me, as I'm really creeped out by the thought of their finger-nails scratching my cock or the "snap" that often happens when they let go of the condom. Anyway, he put it on, then started rubbing it really roughly as if to jack me off and keep my dick hard I thought. Then he put some spit on his hand, stroked my dick again, and sat back on it and started riding it. He kept one hand firmly holding the base of my cock while he really worked the shaft and head with some expert boy-pussy muscles. I usually don't like getting ridden, but he was doing a very good job at it-- so good that after about 3 minutes of him wrapping that fuck-hole around my dick, I grabbed his hand away, pulled him towards me, rolled over on him missionary and pounded his hole until I shot a HUGE load, while he jacked off his 6" cock (umm....yeah...sorry to burst your bubble, but not all Brazilians are hung) and came on his abs.

I was ready to pull out and he immediately grabbed at my cock again and said, "let me take care of that for you" and roughly tried to pull off the condom as my dick slid out from his anus. I was really getting tired and annoyed of him grabbing at my dick so I pushed his hand away and said, "that's alright, man. Let me do it." When the long ranger came out of him, I noticed the head of my cock was glistening and bare, and a load of cum was leaking from the Brazilian's hole. Not like I panicked or anything, but I thought I should say something. Then I noticed a small piece of the condom (it was pink) on the rug near the bed. This little fucker had stealthed me! He pretended to want to fuck with a condom over the phone and got me to fuck him raw and blow a load up his ass. That's the reason I'm posting his pics; so if anyone hooks up with him you know what you're getting into (literally). I feel so abused-- so taken advantage of and dirty!!!

Eh....I'm over it.

Check the Swag

Here's a bit o' trivia; the pic in my profile is now very outdated since I've been hitting the gym very hard, to the extent that I now have a 14" biceps, 42" chest and 31" waist (for you other gym-rats out there, you can do the math and see what's coming next). Since my lats and arms have gotten big, theypush out from each other, which means when I walk with my back straight I have two choices; let my arms flail around, or hold them tight which means they move with my torso. I chose the latter, and absolutely unintentionally have developed a distinct muscle-boy swagger which I never noticed...but others have. At my work, the first person to point it out was the Vietnamese woman who works in accounting. We flirt from time to time, and once I was walking down the hallway as she came at me from the opposite direction and immediately puffed out her chest and started walking like Popeye. I thought she was just trying to be cute. Then a couple of other GUYS started doing the same thing as I walked towards them, and so on. I finally got it, but I don't give a fuck. I just smile back (and wink).

Aaaanyway, why am I telling you this? Cuz I am pretty confident these days, which is really giving me a sense of euphoria at times, and this really spills over into my interaction with people. Unfortunately, this last week I hit a definite dry-spell in that there was just no boning to be had for "perfect storm" kinda reasons. One night I was online and finally did get hit up by this guy who was visiting from out of town. We exchanged pics, I gave him my number and he called:

Him: hey, I'm about 1/2 hour from you and can head over in a few, but...I'm not as toned as you are or anything.

Me: no prob. I'm into all body types. Those are your pics right?

Him: yeah. I'm just letting you know. Oh, and I've been out all day so I'll need to clean up when I get to your place.

Me: uh, sure.

Him: Ok. I'll head over then.

An hour later and 15lbs heavier than his pics, he showed up. I totally didn't care and was glad to see him (he looked like he had a very nice ass under his jeans). When we got to my fuck-room, I started taking my clothes off, and at first he started caressing my chest and abs, now...here's where it starts to get annoying...then he looked at me and said, "are you clean?" I smiled and responded, "yup, absolutely" (*the truth*). Then he said, "really? are you sure?" I replied, "yeah, I'm sure. I give blood every other month and they test before and even give you all your results online if you want to see (*also the truth*). Then I undid his pants and slid his underwear down. He was chubby and obvously had body issues so I left his shirt on so as not to embarass him. I turned him around and started eating out his nice pink hole--this got him going. Then I stood up and put my dick by his face. He started stroking it then said again, "are you sure your negative? You're kinda pale and have no body fat." "Yup, I'm sure." (*I've been fasting for over a month, you pudgy dumpling. It wouldn't hurt you to lay off the malomars and in-and-out burger for a week or so*). With that he turned on his back, grabbed a condom from the pocket of his pants lying on the floor and put it on the long ranger (not too happy at the moment).

I said, "wanna start on all fours?" He replied, "no, it feels best like this." Missionary IS my favorite position, but I was hoping to work into it. But whatever. I lifted his legs, slid my dick in, and he just went wild, jerking his little prick like he was going to cum. I grabbed his hand from his dick and smiled, saying, "Whoa, there little camper. Slow down for a sec." He put his hand back and started jerking saying, "why, I'm getting close." Now I had to muster all my energy to be nice to this guy, holding his hand away from his cock again and saying, "dude, give me ONE minute of fucking before you cum. I promise you'll enjoy it." Then while holding his hand I started pumping, but honestly, it was just to get my dick off. I was ready to cum, and I knew he was going to spoil it so I kept it to myself and just kept pumping and cumming without changing my rythm or breath. After I pumped the last drop out, I said, "I'm ready to cum" and he said, "wait! no! I want you to cum on my chest!" and tried to push me out. I grabbed his waist and said, "No, that's not gonna happen. You're ass is dirty and I don't want shit all over my hand. Just cum right now." And he started jerking his dick until he came, and I just pulled out and went to wash up in the bathroom.

Horrible. But I got what I wanted, at least. And just so no one else has to go through the same thing, here's his online pics (but like I said, he's about 15 lbs heavier:

I'll be in Miami the week of the 17th, so if anyone has any suggestions on some places to have sex, either at a bar, a porn-shop or anything other than a bathhouse I'd be very grateful for the suggestion. Enjoy the week!

Risky Bi'niss

I know I said I would hold off on seeing the Haley Joel Osment-looking kid until July (yes, I marked the calendar) but he's called me a few times saying how much he wants to come back over. It's not a "needy" kind of call either; he's very confident and it's usually like, "I'm getting hot and hard thinking about getting with you again. Can I come over?" Last night he called around 8pm and I told him if he could come over soon, then alright. He said he was with friends and he'd try to break away as soon as possible. Of course, that meant 10:30 by the time he actually got here. This time he was pretty agressive and immediately started kissing me and taking my shirt off. OK, here's the thing-- I haven't had sex in over a week for various reasons, but I HAVE been doubleing down at the gym to make up for it. So, when he got my shirt off he literally ghasped and said, "You're HUGE." and started rubbing my shoulders and chest.

We made it into my boning-lair and he asked, "are you wearing a jockstrap?" I responded, "No. let's save that for round 2." He replied, "Well, I don't have that much time this time. I need to get back to my friends at the movies. I'm technically just getting popcorn." I nodded "Well, we'd better get down to it then." I pulled off his clothes and forgot how lanky this kid was/is. Then I put him in the butts-up position and thought, "Fuck it!" and grabbed my camera to take a couple of pics. He noticed the flash and asked what I was doing and I replied, "I want to show you some before and after pics." then showed him his ass from the LCD in my camera and he liked it. Then I set the camera down and started eating his hole out. "You like that?" he asked. I didn't reply verbally, but started tongueing him deeper and faster to let him know. I stood up to suit up and he caught a glance at the long ranger and said "Come over here". I walked over and put it to his face and he grabbed it and stroked it, eyes wide. "That is massive. It's bigger than I remember." I saw a little apprehension in his eyes, "I haven't had sex in awhile so I have a lot of cum in my balls. Don't worry, you'll do fine."

I got behind him and eased my cock into his ass. We did have a little trouble this time. Usually I can control my cock and get it softer when necessary in order to slide it in. But this time my boner would not get soft. So, we just had to keep trying inch by inch. After a few tries and about 5 minutes it was all the way in and we were fucking. We did it for awhile, then I flipped him on his back. But after only about a minute he said, "you're too big this time. It's really starting to hurt." at that point I said, "hold on, I'm gonna cum!" Now the pain in his face turned to excitement, "you are?" Then I pumped lightly until I came. This was pretty easy, since I could have cum at any time (I was that horny). This left the kid with his little boy dick as hard as a board (he never got soft from the moment he stepped in my front door). I asked him, "how doo you want to cum?" He replied, "I want to fuck YOU now." Yeah...that wasn't gonna happen. I started rocking my dick in and out of him (I was still hard too) and stroking his 4 inch dick. He whined, "I want to fuck YOU." but now I was stroking harder and pumping deeper. He kept whining over and over "I want to fuck YOU now" like a spoiled kid and then suddenly his dick started squirting all over both of us like a geiser. When he left, I said to myself, "OK. You had your fun. No more until July! No matter how often he calls!"

On another front, I've been looking very heavily for other employment. I have 2 opportunities: both which will take me back to Latin America often. My clueless jinder boss has been getting more and more paranoid (well, rightfully so, in my case) and really been micromanaging the entire team. The other jobs I've been looking for pay a bit less, but I'd be willing to take the cut just to be in a more autonomous and fulfilling environment. We'll see how it all works out.

Brighter Days

Not gonna spend too much time on this, but to answer the comments/emails I've been getting, I hooked up with a chick I work with. VERY hot, but very BAD decision on both our parts for more reasons I can (or will) go into here. Luckily, this last week (and most likely this coming week) was/will be extremely busy for everyone; I'm talking 12 hour days. So, thus far there has been no fall-out because there just has been no free time to talk/dwell on it. Anyway, there it is.

OK, on to more homo-erotic fair, Saturday eve I went to a party down in Santa Cruz. I got the invite from a guy I don't know, but we've been chatting online for awhile and I decided to take him up on the invitation since he said most of the guys coming were "cool, laid back and around our age" (I was one of the few he didn't actually know). Santa Cruz is about 1 hour 15 mins from my place, so not near but not the end of the earth either. When I got there, his description was not far off as far as the guys that were there. The host himself was very cool and extremely outgoing (he was incredibly buffed and was used to having guys hang off him and enjoyed being the center of attention with the added bonus of it happening at his own party).

I had never met anyone there in person, and only knew the host from online, until I saw a guy I had fucked a few times about 7 or so years ago. Back then, he was a hot mid-20's white guy; buffed, blond and former military. Now, he was noticeably "blobby" and was still trying to pull off the impression of a military crew-cut even tho his receding hairline forced him to have "bangs" as camouflage. He had blown me off the last time I tried to hook up with him (yes, I still remember it--but just because I have an excellent memory, and NOT because he was particularly memorable). He saw me, and I think didn't recognize me at first, but then when he realized we had already had sex several times, he acted even more standofish and casual. It was almost as if he gave the impression of, "yeah, you may be hotter than me now, but you'll never be able to take back the fact that I rejected YOU." Maybe it's just my twisted sense of reality or I was just reading too much into it. Either way, the way this boy (hmmmm, since he's mostly bald now I think he doesn't qualify as a boy anymore) was drinking and shoving down food, his brightest days are behind him. And I'm not bitter, but just grateful I know this is not the case with my life.

What I noticed about an hour into the party was that there was NO sex or sexual overtones at all here: there was no hot-tub, no pretense to get naked or show off your body, no dark corner or backroom to "get it on" covertly. This was just a plain old "mixer", which was just fine. But there was a tall white guy with dark hair, goatee who I'd met and started talking to on a few occasions. He was drinking a lot and not really too bright, but I could tell he was interested. Also, it turned out he lived even futher away in Soquel with a room-mate (see: boyfriend), and I wasn't really that invested to add another 1/2 hour to my drive home anyway. And since I gathered there would be no opportunity for even quick bathroom sex (there was a very loud, obnoxious chick who was chatting in front of the only bathroom with another guy the whole time and would make inappropriate comments as anyone entered) I had just written the possibility of fucking this guy off. But then I started doing some math; there was a couple (2 Mexican guys; one HOT but effeminate and one kind of stubby but masculine) who had been cruising me the whole night. I wasn't really into them but thought I might be able to use their place if they lived close by. Sure enough, they started dropping hints to me, asking if I wanted to stop by their place on my way back up the peninsula. Well....

I convinced the tall guy to take a drive with me to the other couple's place. The tall guy said we could do that, but he didn't have a ride and was going to call a friend of his to pick him up at the host of the party's house, so I'd need to take him back there. Whatever. We ended up at the couple's house and after they all had a few more drinks, into their bedroom. The couple started messing around at first and I just went to work on the tall guy; taking off his clothes, then flopping my dick out and have him suck it. The couple continued to play with each other, but I could tell them were doing it just for show--they were really interested in watching US. I pulled the tall guy off my dick and then undid his clothes. He had a nice body, and a pretty nice dick (with a prince-Albert). I suited up, laid him on the bed and just mounted him missionary; sliding my cock inside his ass. He whined and lifted his legs to accommodate me. I took this as a signal and started going to town. He was LOVING it and telling me how good it felt. Just then the stubby Mexican guy came up to us with a rubber hanging off his fat dick and said, "can I have a turn?" I looked down at the tall guy who flashed a look of worry. Now, I don't know WHAT came over me, but I felt like a total pimp and just pulled out and said, "sure, go for it dude." And without a whimper, the tall guy let the stubby guy mount him and continue fucking where I left off. I went over to the hot looking but effeminate guy and started rubbing my cock on his hole to pop it in. He wiggled his butt around and said, "not right now. Maybe later." I was like, "pssshh, fuck that. You're not worth waiting for" in my head and just walked back over to his boyfriend, still giving it to the tall guy and said, "OK, my turn."

The tall guy was glad to have me back and pushed the Mexican guy out and swung his ass over towards me, and I put the long ranger back in the saddle. I said to him, "you like that, don't you. You like getting fucked." He responded, "yeah, it feels good like this". I said, "you should probably give our host another turn." He whined, "But I like it when you do it." I was feeling VERY sadistic and said, "yeah, well you better do a good job or I'm gonna let him back on top of you." right in ear shot of the couple. I was getting off on the power of being able to pimp the tall guy's ass out at any moment, and rubbing everyone's face in the fact that I was the stud in the sack, and he wanted MY dick in him. And for some reason, knowing I was so far from home and I'd most likely NEVER see any of these guys again, I just pounded the tall dude until I let loose and started cumming like an animal, shouting at him, "you're gonna take my cock, BITCH! I'm gonna fucking cum in your ass and use it as my own private pussy!" Then when I was done, I just pulled out and casually grabbed my clothes, turned to the couple and asked "where's the bathroom?" The stubby guy said, "Oh, down the hall, let me show you where the light is" As he showed me down the hall and turned on the light to the bathroom, I whispered, "hey, do you think you could take that dude back to the other place for me? I really need to head back home now." He nodded and smiled and said, "sure, no problem."

In the coming week, I'll be in Orlando, Florida for work. I'm actually toying with the idea of putting an ad for a sex party up. Not sure about it, but since I'll be in bigger size hotel room, I'm thinking I just might. Details to come. And now we come full circle, with....

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.

More Brazilian Boning

Yesterday I decided to work from home. I live in a very residential/planned community; kinda like Naples, Long Beach or Lago Maggiore, Coral Gables. So, while it's a kick-ass place to wake up to in the morning, and quiet place to get work done, there's not a lot in the way of crowds or travelers. The one exception is a small hotel catering to an office park walking distance from my house. I got a call in the morning from Lumberjack (who I haven't seen in months) and he offered to come by my place during lunch. I conveniently got to fuck his sweet ass (hasn't changed) before returning to my work (he had to leave soon after as well so it worked out). By the time I had finished my projects, it was already 9:30pm, and the long-ranger was getting restless again. I knew my chances of hooking up that evening weren't that good--but I went online anyway. As fate would have it, I started chatting with a dark-skinned guy visiting from NYC. His pic was pretty random and he didn't have a face pic with it. But the cool and rare thing about it was that he was staying at that hotel I mentioned (never hooked up with anyone staying there since it's very business-oriented). So, I thought since I could walk there, I'd take the chance that this guy was butt-ugly.

I got there and the guy looked like a poor-man's Alfonso Ribeira, but definitely in his mid-20's. He was wearing a towel, which I quickly took off to see the goods. Not surprisingly the pic he sent out was NOT him--this guy was about 10 lbs heavier, different body-type altogether, and this guy was only about 7" cut whereas the guy in the pic was shall we way, much lengthier. This guy also had a weird accent I couldn't place, so I asked him where he was from, and of course he said "New York". "yeah, but where were you born?" I asked, and he said, "Brazil". Without hesitation, I continued in Portuguese, "OK. Get on the bed. Put you're knees here and your ass up". He complied and the good part was he had a HUGE round, firm ass. He had a little of the negro-funk in the trunk, but it was tolerable, so I burried my face in his ass like a dog in a supperdish till his hole was nice and ready. At that point I had suited up and started to slide my cock in his tight but pliant hole. It took a couple tries to get my hole cock in, and once it was in I just started pounding him (no thought to it, and no mercy). I eventually flipped him over and was doing him missionary. I was going at it pretty hard and happened to catch a glance at his face; he stared at me with his brow furrowed in what look like annoyance. I didn't care, and thought this would be a good time to finish up, which I did and pounded a load out. As I pulled out, I noticed by his wet-spot on his belly I had hit a bull's eye. But just from the vibe I was getting I didn't really care, so I just went to wash up.

When I got out, he was still lying on the bed and hadn't moved. Against my better judgement, I asked, "are you OK?" He responded almost in monotone, "that's not the way I like to have sex." "What do you mean?" I was morbidly interested. He continued, "You have a big dick (*he used the word "pimboca" which I HATE*) but all you did was fuck me with it and didn't do anything else." I was in a serious state of "pshhhh, whatever" and said, "well, you came without even touching yourself, so I guess my dick did what it was supposed to." He didn't respond, and I had my clothes on by now so I said, "You sent me someone else's pic who is in much better shape. Believe me, if I were with THAT guy, I'd have done a LOT more." Then I left the hotel and walked home. This was yet another experience which confirms my opinion about Brazilians; They are NOT all good looking, they do not all have big dicks, but they are ALL full of drama.

The next morning I had a lot of errands and family stuff to do, culminating in me impulse-buying a large and expensive piece of furniture (but seriously, it looks GREAT, no regrets). The day went by too fast, which tends to happen when corraled by relatives unfortunately (especially now that I'm working). But this evening, I finally got to hook up with a guy I'd been talking to online for months. He's a very good looking white guy with a black-guy's ass (his words, and I agree).


He's originally from the mid-west and had a very reserved demeanor in bed, but definitely took my fucking like a champ. He said, "that's probably the most agressive I've ever had it in bed." I smirked and asked, "was that a good thing?" He smiled back, "it was great. you know what you're doing." Just as I was getting my hopes up, he started to dress and said, "well, I'm kinda sorta getting into a relationship with someone right now. I don't know where it's going exactly. I guess that's why I came over tonite." Another "pshhh, whatever" moment. But I didn't let it show and said, "well, then you'll have to call me, cuz I won't call you." He responded, "fair enough. but don't stop talking to me online or anything." I smiled as I walked him out. Yup, too good to be true there. But at least the balls are dry.