The Harsh Reality

As a follow-up to last week's "Sometimes it's not so great" post, I have to say...sometimes it's pretty fucking great : ) This last weekend was "Pride" in SF, which meant there were a slew of out-of-towners descending on our corner of the world. And while it is definitely with fond memories that I look back on participating in last years festivities with Sven, this year he has a boyfriend and I just didn't feel like being a third-wheel (although he swears I'm not- more on that later). So, since I have only a handfull of gay friends scattered around the globe, I really didn't feel motivated to take part in anything involving battling traffic, finding a parking place or rubbing against drag-queens this year. I figured the only thing I really identify with in the gay lifestyle is the whole butt-fucking thing. That's really my only tie there. So, why not celebrate my pride that way? That's the ticket!

A former porn-actor friend of mine invited me to a small group in SF the other eve: 2 other porn guys (all from "Treasure Island" or "Bad-Puppy"), 1 other non-porn guy (like me) AND one very buffed former reality TV star (you can take a guess from the pics, and that's all I'm gonna say). Here's me posing him and one of the other porn dudes before I had them begging me to fuck them (which I did, in-and-out style; one then the other).

Everyone there was under 26 (except me) and out of all 5 of us, there was only other guy with a bigger dick (the non-porn guy), and everyone there was way hot (including me). This party was a little more wild than I'm usually into, most likely because 3 of the guys were porn-actors. The reality-TV guy I can confirm is a major cum-dump bottom (well, versatile technically since at the end he finally did fuck my friend and cum in his ass) and is only into "white guys" (eh, what he doesn't know won't hurt him). I fucked EVERYONE at the party (except the guy with the bigger dick since he says he's also 100% top) at least 3 times and came twice. On a "hotness" scale of 1 to 10 this party was probably a 15. The only thing I didn't appreciate was the pill-popping going on between boning (at least they weren't smoking crack). Definitely one for the books.

So, outside of my regular boning from amongst my harem, that was really the only "Pride" shenanigans I got into. And regarding the harem this last week, I fucked sk8er twice, got a hit the big-dicked 19-year-old again, and was going to get off a few rounds from the Mario Lopez looking gay-kid-- but didn't. Here's why: he called me and asked if I wanted to go out to drinks on eve, and I said no. Then he guilted me saying that outside of one lunch-date all we did was have sex and he wanted to go out to a local restaurant walking distance from my house. I did a mental check and figured there would be no harm in this since I most likely would not see anyone I knew there (did I mention; this kid is REALLY GAY) and decided to pick him up at his house. When we got to the restaurant bar, he immediately ordered some strong drinks and became even gayer drunk than sober...and it wasn't at all charming. After about an hour and a half, I told him I'd need to get going and if he wanted a ride back home we'd need to leave soon. He got very bitter and borderline obnoxious saying things like, "why do we always have to do what YOU want?" Bottom line: he's a VERY nice fuck, but NOT worth the trouble of anything more than a booty call. And considering he's currently working out his DUI, not a very smart kid considering. So, if he wants anything more than sex, I'm most likely going to have to weed him out of the harem as well.

Bull's 4th of July party is up next. Definitely looking forward to it.

Going to Disneyland...part II

As predicted, things have been settling down at my gym now that all those posers' "new year's resolutions" have dissolved into wishful thinking. I actually thought about hanging around for a steam and possible cruising. But as I was working out, Hill callled me and said he'd be passing through on his way back from SFO to Sacramento. Knowing a bird in the hand is better than being left with my dick in my hand, I told him to head over to my place and decided to skip the steamroom. Hill is consistently a hot fuck, and this time did not disappoint. The only drawback was when I finished, I had to keep fucking him another 3 or so minutes afterwards (pretending to enjoy it) until he came. Cuz that's the kind of stud I am (actually, it's all about repeat customers...gotta keep your bottoms happy).

Saturday, I had a lot of domestic catch-up to do, but sk8er was hitting me up all day saying he wanted to come over. I thought that would be good timing; I don't really have to give him my A-game, but could get off a couple rounds in him and could slot him in whenever. But it turned out between my errands and his lack of commitment pinning down an exact time, we never coordinated, which left me getting more and more horny (gotta maximize the fucking during the weekend). So, around the afternoon I got hit up by an 18-year-old white kid who looks VERY much like Haley Joe Osment (I'll call him Haley). He seemed very flighty, and of course wanted to see many more pictures than the 5 that are already in my profile, so I just started ignoring him. He started pleading with me telling me he was "for real", so I finally gave him my number. A couple hours later he finally called, and sounded like a typical Kali-kid; kinda dumb, not a lot of substance, but very chill and non-toxic. There was still a lot of "um....." and hesitation in his voice as we spoke, so I wasn't banking on him coming over. But sure enough...

When he showed up (after getting lost) he looked exactly like his pics, but definitely looked a LOT younger in person (5'11" lanky and way boyish). In person he wasn't as hesitant though and in fact cocky in demeanor, so it didn't take much to get him to my boning-lair. The first thing I did was to take off my shirt to assert my ego over his (he was SO cute, but like I said, lanky and cut/toned; not muscular). He immediately went for my pecs, then kissed my abs. Good : ) Next, I took his hand to cup my cock which was growing in my jeans. He started rubbing it and eased it out of my fly and stroked it. I pulled down his baggy shorts and underwear to reveal a NICE ass; not quite bubble-butt, but close. His body was hairless above the waist, with only some slight pubes and butt hair that rose from his legs. I bent him over and dove in to take a closer look, and spent a good 5 minutes or so tonguing his pink hole. This got the long-ranger to full mast, so I walked around and told him to put it in his mouth, which he did.

After I let him suck me for a bit, I said, "so, remember what we talked about? I want to fuck." He nodded and added, "we can try it. Like I said, I tried it a couple times before but I'm not very good at it." I nodded in understanding, suited up, then mounted him from behind. I slipped my cock in him inch by inch, stopping after the first few to let him adjust, then sliding it in more. When I got the whole thing in, I gently rocked my hips and asked if he was OK. He was. I started getting more and more agressive, but he put out his hand to signal me to stop, and I took his lead and slowed down. I thought we should go to round 2 so I flipped him on his back and started to do him missionary. This got him really hot, and he asked, "do you kiss?" I looked him square in the eye and said flattly, "no". Then I started fucking him rythmically and kissing his neck, ears and jaw, until I made it to his mouth and planted a huge tongue-filled kiss into him. I rarely kiss, but DAYUM, I knew I was going to Disneyland, so the least I could do was say thank you for the ride.

I told him I was getting close and asked how HE wanted to cum. He asked how I wanted him to cum, so I said, "I want you to cum with me inside you. Let me get my dick off, then we'll worry about you." and with that I pounded his boy-pussy until I shot my load (NICE orgasm). His dick wasn't big (about 5" for such a tall guy) but was rock-hard, so I felt generous and started stroking him. About a minute later he was shooting in my hand while I rocked my dick in and out of him. I slowly pulled out of him then went to wash up briefly then lay down next to him again and asked, "So, you ready for round 2?" He smiled and said, "I'm actually driving up to SF to meet some friends so I probably should get going in a few." Well, we started talking and "a few" turned into about 20 minutes. He was asking me if I was "bi" and how I learned to fuck so well, and that he really wanted to learn because he still likes fucking women. He also asked me if I knew any women I could bring over to have a 3-way with sometime.

I was having a good time playing big-bro to him, stroking his ego and giving him some sexual annectdotes. Before long, he was rock hard again and said, "well...if you want to fuck me again I'd let you." That was all it took, and this time I rolled him on his stomach and started doing it to him prison style. He was REALLY enjoying it like this and we each got another round off. When we were done, he said, "OK, now I REALLY need to go" and he went to the bathroom to wash off. Curiosity got the best of me, and I quickly grabbed his wallet out of his shorts to look at his driver's license. And...uh...yeeeeah, let's say he was 18....

As he left, he asked if he could come back sometime during the week. And while I REALLY would like to see him again (it was SO HOT!) I think one trip to Disneyland with him is the best way to go. At least until July-- then we can go as many times as he wants....

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!!!)

The generational divide

I came to the conclusion that I'm going to stop seeing Rob. There are two major factors here: 1) he's a busy guy (4 kids, mother, ex-wife, business etc) and I'm not demanding priority position in his life, especially since we've only just started to see each other. But at the same time I don't like being "squeezed in" on a booty-call basis for someone I'm supposedly "dating". 2) he really is bad in bed. Were he an amazing fuck, I'd totally be happy with a weekly/bi-weekly booty-call (that's what booty-calls are for). He called tonite to apologyze for how busy he's been and how he wants to make it up to me soon, but I told him in very vague terms that it's OK and he needs to do what he he needs to do. I think he got the message from the indifferent tone.

For the last couple of days, I'd been boning this 21-year-old "sk8er" kid (that's how his internet profile reads). He's 6' tall, dyed black hair with a "faux-hawk" and nose ring. Despite his best efforts, he really is a physically cute kid. The first time we had sex was pretty cool: I did him from behind to start and he took it like a champ. When I got him on his back, he drew me into his butthole with his legs and begged for me to do it harder. Now, I like this, but the next time he came over he got more and more bossy about it, telling me to do it harder, not to stop, not to pull out, not to move, not to do this or that. It really did get annoying...but not nearly as annoying as his "Tru dat" and "mmm-hmmmmmmmmm" responses for everything I said. Equally annoying was his texting, which he did at any moment of free time. So, this will pretty much be the last time I see him.

Thinking about things; roughly 50% of the guys I hook up with are under 25 these days. Not because I want to, but those are just the guys that seem to be attracted to me. And while Rob presented the first supposed option for dating that I've entertained in a long time, as mentioned, that is not gonna happen. But it has forced me to compile a mental list (now not so mental, since it's being typed on the internet) of qualifications that I would like in a potential dating situation:
- 31 to 39 y/o
- former jock or nerd (NOT a fem, queen, circuit boy etc)
- picks up the check at least 25% of the time
- speaks English very well (first language a plus)
- speaks a second language well
- likes travel, the outdoors and roadtrips (extra points for singing 80's/90's tunes)
- values loyalty, personal honor, and confidence
- doesn't do drugs (drinks alcohol once a week MAX)
- keeps himself physically fit, either at the gym or thru sports
- last but not least; likes to get fucked and can take it at least twice a day

The last part is the most important, in that if all the other qualifications are met, then hey, I might as well have a very good friend. The sex part is what makes dating material. And since I've been around the block, I also know this is a tall order that is next to impossible to fill...but not necessarily impossible.