A Bird in the Hand

Due to my "new" work schedule, I'm lucky if I get laid once during the week (for lack of time, energy, availability of bottoms etc). Because of this, I've been noticing that when an opportunity comes up from a bad-to-mediocre bottom that I normally wouldn't do a repeat with, during the week I'm more likely just to shrug, "eh...?" and let him come over just to get a quick load off. That's what happened last Tuesday; when I got online, I was hit up by what looked like a very hot 20-something Latin dude staying at a hotel near the airport (10 mins from me) who was into everything I wanted. The only sketchy thing was his face pic was blurred and he said he didn't have any others. OK, I've been around the block, and know that the probability here is 70% he's a lot older or uglier than when said pic was taken, 20% he's really hot but doesn't want his face pic visible/recognizable to others on the internet, and 10% that he is genuine and just took a bad/blurry picture. Regardless, at the same time got hit up by a pudgy, 30-something guy who I had fucked before--nothing to look at or write home about, but a firm-round bubble-butt to fuck. So, I went with door number 2 (back-door number 2 to be precise) simply because a) I didn't have to drive anywhere as this dude knew he was going to Disneyland and would drive to ME and b) it eliminated the guess-work and surprise of seeing who the blurry face-pic belonged to.

This trend in settling for the "bird in the hand" as well as my overall work-week means I have found myself counting the minutes until the weekends, knowing that I'll be able to catch-up on all my "quality" boning (or should be able to, at least). This Saturday however I had made a commitment to my aunt to help her move into her new place. I had made tentative plans with about 4 guys who called me throughout the day, telling them I was hoping to finish up around 8--that was absolutely wishful thinking. My aunt is about 15 years older than me and one of the most generous, supportive and genuine people you'll ever meet. She was somewhat of a rebel/hippie growing up so she has no pretense and finally became a very successful psychologist (I'm sure some of you can see where this is going now). Oddly, as she has aged she has become more and more old-world in mentality and demeanor specifically with people in service-oriented jobs. She sees and treats anyone from waiters to movers as "the help", meaning she is very demanding, shrill, and at times just plain unreasonable (see: raving bitch) and wants to ensure herself and everyone else around that she is not going to be taken advantage of in any way. This is exactly what happened during the move, and I essentially had to play mediator between the movers (who showed up late, worked very slowly and were careless in their prep-work) and my aunt (who constantly nagged, hovered, and started off every other question with "why didn't you guys...?" at very inappropriate times) to the point where at two times the movers were ready to dump everything out of the truck and leave. Both times I was able to difuse the situation, but the bickering between parties slowed down the process such that we finally finished around 11pm, and my Aunt kindly thanked the movers and gave them each a very big tip for "putting up with her".

Needless to say, I was not really in the mood for boning by the time I got home. And although I did make a half-hearted attempt to reach out to my bottoms to tell them I had gotten home, none of them were available at this hour either, so I just took some Alieve for my back pain and went to bed. Today (Sunday) I knew I'd need to get to the gym at some point, but the long-ranger was definitely telling me he needed to be taken out for a ride. Soon after I got up, I went online and was contacted by about 3 other guys (all Asian). I settled on one who seemed to be the most willing and accessible (yup, THAT was my criteria which is sounding more and more pathetic). When he came over, I was surprised that he had already been over a few times a couple years back, but I had decided the last time would be it. He's tall (about 6ft) but muscularly defined with a very jockish demeanor (no accent, very American). His issues were that he always liked it rough and blindfolded- no exceptions, which I got tired of. This time he came over with no mention of the blindfold (had he mentitoned it in our emails/msgs I would have immediately remembered it was him). I didn't take these pics, but they are his from his profile.

I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and took him to my boning-lair. I got behind him, pulled down his pants and bent him over to expose his smooth hole and started tongue-fucking it to get it wet. I was pretty rough with him, since I knew he liked it, and just suited up and shoved the long-ranger in his hole faster and harder than I would any "normal" fuck-bud. He bucked and pleaded, but I didn't stop pumping him from behind with a strong grip on his hips to brace my thrusts. He never told me to stop, just whined and took it. I finally flipped him over to fuck him missionary, and jammed my cock back in him, making my dick throb and grow while holding his legs up and applying steady pressure. Finally, I got the "pop" of his inner ring opening and he ghasped and moaned saying, "that last inch! it feels so good!" I savored that place, it's like a special glove for my dick-head and just moved my dick slightly in and out just to feel its tightness. I LOVE THAT! And this dude usually is just into getting abused and humiliated, but this time he was getting into it. I noticed he started jerking his miniscule prick, so I thought it would be a good time for me to pound one out, which I did. When he shot his dick, I thought I was looking at the fountain show at the Bellagio. There was cum everywhere.

I left for some errands, including getting more shirts (what the fuck happened to size small and mediums these days??? Is everyone a fucking XXL???) and some dago-T's for the gym. On my way there, I got a call from Sk8er who said he was drunk and needed me to fuck him. Boink! The long-ranger told me to head to that corral ASAP, and I did. The sex was OK since I got to fuck him however I wanted. I don't like him constantly calling me "daddy" (technically, I suppose that could be possible age-wise if I had forgotten to use a condom in highschool) or begging me not to ever cum but to keep fucking him for an hour (not gonna happen, I had other things to do). So, I'm pretty wiped for the night, considering I still have to go to work tomorrow (lousy bunch of racists!!!)

Life Events...

It's been a couple weeks since I've been able to post here, and mostly because I've had those major life events going on: 1. I left my mediocre job on the same day that 2) I started my new job (which I love 3) I I moved from my old house into my new one (that's a story) and 4) I put my old house on the market, and this is giving me nothing but grief...but manageable grief.

So, my quick moving story is this: 4 friends of mine had offered to help me move, which would have been more than enough. I got all my "ducks in a row" and got the cable guy for the new place, the rug guys for my old place, the rental truck etc all set up for the move. The day before, I got a call from my friend (soon-to-be former friend) "Ox", as in "strong as an). Ox is a very big/buffed guy from Nicaragua, who has a very laid-back and low-key demeanor (he'll fall asleep on you in mid-sentence if you're in a car together). But for the most part a good guy and reliable (he came to visit me in the UK when I was living there a few years back). Ox said, "what time do you need me there tomorrow?" Since Ox lives in SF and doesn't have a car, I told him another friend of mine would be passing thru SF to pick him up and that I'd take him home that eve. He said, "Cool. then we can finish moving stuff from my place to my Mom's house." I was kinda caught off guard and asked, "How big is the stuff and how much?" "Just a couple of big things and a few small boxes. We could do it in one trip" he replied. "That's fine, but they'd need to fit in my car, cuz I only have the truck for the afternoon until 5pm" I said. Ox got very quiet and then said, "Ah. OK. I'll work it out. I'm going to get on the train now so I'll call you later." then he hung up. I started to think that maybe I could try to extend the truck rental, but then I remembered they also charge .99 cents a mile, which would mean an extra $80 for me to take it up to SF and back. Then I remembered there is another truck rental place up there, so I made a reservation for the next day in the eve and thought that would take care of the problem.

Next day comes around and of course my first friend Houston was late out of bed, but said he'd still be coming over and would call me as he was getting near SF to pick up Ox. Meanwhile, the 2 other friends came up with very good excuses on why they couldn't come and help today, but assured me they were very sorry about it. I called Ox to let him know Houston was on his way, and got his Voicemail so I left a message for him to call me. Next call I got was an hour later from Houston telling me he was close to SF but neither of us had heard back from Ox. I called again,a nd got voicemail. The third time I called and got voicemail, I just mentally adjusted all my plans to the fact that Ox had flaked. Which meant I had to cancel the truck in SF I had rented for him (luckly they didn't charge me). Houston arrived and we spent the entire day/eve moving. Houston is a great guy, and a great friend. I wish it were in me to be the boyfriend he wants, but it just can't and won't happen. Around 10 pm that night I finally got a call from Ox, which I was too pissed off to take, so this time he left a voicemail saying, "Hey, I'm so sorry. I thought the move was tomorrow. I was called into work today and left my cell at home. I'm really sorry and hope I can make it up to you." Ox is another guy who wishes I was his boyfriend. I've helped him out on a couple occasions, and haven't always been warm and friendly with him sometimes specifically when he gets too mushy and clingy with me. But I really never expected him to flake like that. I'm kind of still debating on whether this was grounds to end our 6-year friendship. More on that later.

When I got up the next morning I felt like a train had hit me. I was sore ALL OVER MY FREAKIN' BODY. Sex that week was definitely out of the question, which was actually timely since I had relatives over the entire week for a round of "well-wishing" and constant suggestions (nagging) on how to fix up my new place. By the time the next weekend rolled around, I was definitely feeling randy, which was good since Boy-bitch had been bugging me to come over. Although I needed my rest, I also needed to get laid...BAD. So, I picked his drunken ass up from the BART station and we spent the night/morning fucking. Although in fairness, he did let me sleep more than he's ever done this time. And he let me take a couple photos: the first is when he was waiting for it,


the second is after his hole has been thoroughly fucked.


I'm hoping next week things will slow down enough for me to catch my breath, and that my place will sell so I can get that monkey off my back.

Moment of Weakness

Not trying to sound like a whiney little bitch here, but I've definitely had my share of disappointment and been dealt more than enough bad hands in life. Add to this the fact that I was raised under the constant vigilance against the evil eye. For anyone who doesn't know what that means, it essentially creates an atmosphere where no one accepts compliments, celebrates good fortune or shows any pride in accomplishment due to the fact that the "evil eye" (see: someone who is jealous of you) might try and take it all away from you. "The tallest stalk is the first cut." A friend of mine who was also raised in this culture was talking about this to me the other day, and she made the observation that both of us a) have great difficulty accepting when something good happens b) accepting that we actually deserve good things to happen and c) always tend to prepare for and expect the worst, regardless of the slightness of the possibility it will actually happen. I think she's right about most of it. Although I tend to gauge my expectation/preparation for the worst based on probability. Although sometimes I don't have enough information to determine the actual statistical probability, so I tend to bump it up to be "on the safe side".

But the fact is, my loan for the new house went through, I found enough money to cover the closing costs, I'm at a job that I could stay at if I wanted (but I don't) and have something better lined up for the end of the month. The market is good so I shouldn't have too much problems selling my current home to recoup my costs from the new home. So, although my friends, family and associated well-wishers will most likely not evere hear me say this; life is very good right now. And regardless of the probabilities that my new home won't sell, I lose both jobs, I get struck by a meteorite or get AIDS and/or herpes from some random hook-up, I am going to enjoy this "good season" and try and make it last as long as possible.

Jethro called me again yesterday, and maybe because of my current subdued euphoria, I actually enjoyed hearing from him and entertained the thought of seeing him again. Plus, he spent a good 4 minutes actually talking to me on the phone, which is odd because I didn't think his vocabulary would last past the 3 minutes /20 second mark. So, I decided I would see him today. I made the drive up to his place in SF and he opened the door to me in a wifebeater and boxers. Nice. But he got just a little chunky since the last time I saw him (about 6 months ago now that I think of it). He still had a dopey expression, but he was very happy to see me and didn't use any annoying catch-phrases. Within about 5 minutes, we were kind of pushing each other around, which turned into wrestling which then turned into me forcing hm to bend over on his bed so I could take down his boxers and work on his hole with my tongue. His ass was still nice, but he had definitely stopped working out or something. It wasn't "bounce a quarter off it" firm like it was before. Not complaining...just an observation. And soon, he gave it up for me, and I was pounding his boy-pussy like crazy. One thing I definitely liked about Jethro, was the playfullness of when we have sex. I like the macho man-handling at the begining, but during sex while I'm pounding him, a lot of times he will intentionally push me out if I'm on top of him, or step away if I'm doing him from behind, then make me stop to ask (or beg) for more. And he always lets me back in. It's just a control thing he does, which I find really hot. And this time, he was actually making a connection with me. It used to be all about him, but this time he was really trying to accommodate me. And when I we were done, of course he did his patented strut around the appartment, saying how good that felt, and how my dick was perfect for his ass, and how he needed to get fucked so bad and that "did it". I know I said I woulnd't be seeing Jethro again, but I'm glad I did. And this wasn't really one of those moment of weakness fucks either, cuz like I said earlier, I'm feeling VERY good now. So, we'll see. I don't expect anything long-term or deeper than an occasional fuck with Jethro. But this last time was definitely a good experience.

Back to reality, the rest of this weekend will be spent getting my place up to spec (painting, upgrading, replacing stuff etc) so that I can put it on the market next week. Definitely going to be a full agenda these coming weeks. But I'm ready for it. And still got the evil eye in my peripheral vision.

Final Fucking-ly!!!

Today I finally got the job offer (in writing) from Job #2, and I am SO relieved! Since the acquisition of my present company on Monday, the atmosphere around here has really been like that of a 14-year-old girl: major highs and lows with dramatic outbursts thrown in for good measure. The management has been doing its best to keep reassuring everyone how great things are going to be etc, but you can see their new sports-cars in their eyes when they talk, so you just know their thinking about how great it's going to be FOR THEM. As for me, I am officially TAPPED as far as my savings/stocks/piggy-bank is concerned, since I have to come up with a huge sum to close on my house purchase by this coming Wednesday, which means I'm not going to take much time off from when this job ends and my next one begins (I start on the 30th). Most likely I'll announce I'm planning on leaving the week after next, as my boss will most likely want me to leave the same day I announce it. If it's one thing I have learned these past 10 years is that no matter how well you get along with your employees and managers, corporations are just that, and they're always looking out for their own good, and couldn't care less about the individual when it comes down to it.

The trick this coming week will be to be as inconspicuously unproductive as possible; not creating waves, not speaking up, but at the same time not drawing attention by absence or silence. The people around me know I'm in the process of moving, so I kind of have a built-in excuse. I'll also throw in a Dental visit and maybe a couple of other reasons to keep me out of the office.

As far as boning, this week has gone by pretty quickly...too quickly to focus on the long ranger. I'll definitely make up for that over the weekend.