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.

The Perfect Storm of Stress

sIt's been a couple weeks since I've posted, since too much has been going on. I've been way stressed out from a) starting a new job b) trying to wrap up the job offer from the job I REALLY want and c) buying a new house (which means dealing with idiot loan agents, slimey realtors and whiney sellers). One of these events alone is stressful enough, but together they have been creating a perfect storm of stress. My new job has been OK...nothing really to write home about. A lot better pay than the last, but still, not much going on that stimulates me. Even still, 1 week after I started, it suddenly got acquired by a very well-known "dynamic" company, and now the mood is very jubilant (I'm feigning jubilation, but my heart is just not in it, since I'm really not vested). One good thing about the job is that since I'm literally surrounded by Indians, I asked one of my co-workers about the song I posted here, and his response was "But of course I know it! It was one of the top Bollywood movies back in 2000" (it's a lot more authentic if you imagine that last sentence in a strong Indian accent like Apu from the Simpsons).

I haven't been boning as much as I'd like (pshhh, when HAVE I ever gotten as much as I'd "like"). But I have been hooking up with this guy at the gym recently. He's a very buffed light-skinned buy from Venezuela (looks like a lighter Matt Leblanc). Unfortunately, he's one of those danger monkeys who only likes to have sex in the gym as kind of a fetish, due to all the sweaty jocks around and the high risk he might actually get caught. Still, I managed to pound his ass twice in the showers (although with everyone coming and going, I can never seem to manage to get a full minute of fucking before I have to pull out and wait for whoever it is to walk past, towel off, leave etc). He does have a great body, nice ass and he's very jockish and masculine, so I'll definitely hit it again if I get the chance, even though it is pretty tedious doing it in the showers at the gym. Not really a quality fuck, but I guess it makes up for it in ambience.

So, hopefully this week I will FINALLY hear back from job option 2, and I can end this long drawn out process. I figure even though I've only been at my present job for 2 weeks, because it is just getting aquired, I have the perfect excuse, so I don't think there will be severely hard feelings. Next week will be hectic as I'll be moving to my new house and trying to get this one fixed up and ready to be sold. Does the fun ever stop????

More Montreal Mounting

I'm just back from Montreal, which was a BLAST. First, it was great to see Kev-bo in his new "native habitat": SWEET job in a very swank building, active social life, great athletic shape (he's been using a trainer) and NICE house...with the sole exception that it currently comes with a geeky born-again Singaporean room-mate who has been causing him a bit o' drama of late. I caught a bit of it when I arrived; he was very nice to me and introduced me to his "auntie" who had also just arrived for a visit. While we chatted for a bit, Kev-bo arrived and almost immediately we were cornered and asked if the two of us were still planning to head to Quebec City the next day, and if so, would we mind if Auntie joined us. She was right there, so how could we say no. While I had a GREAT time in Quebec City the next day (my first time there, and very impressive), I found myself thinking how the last thing I would have expected on this trip was to be sight seeing with a middle-aged Chinese woman. She was definitely nice and sweet though, but her presence put a definite damper on our behavior and conversation topics (middle-aged Chinese women are on par with kittens to me as far as wood-kill is concerned).

When we got back to Montreal, I made up for my good-behavior that night. Kev-bo told me about Park Maisoneuve, which purportedly had a great cruising area. It wasn't all that, but I did finally end up fucking some young Mexican kid there which was pretty nice. The next day while Kev-bo was at work, I met up with a VERY nice Canadian kid; tall, lanky, dark complected and GREAT ass. He let me fuck him on and off for a couple hours until I finally got 2 loads off. The heat was stiffling the entire trip, which kinda affected my performance. But I managed to get up enough energy to meet Kev-bo at the gym he goes to (la Cite) where we both worked out separately (as I said, he has a trainer now). From there, I took him to a restaurant which was good, but very spicey, which as he pointed out repeatedly gave him constant gas, causing him to unintentionally "hot-box" his boss when she paid him a surprise visit in his office the next day.

The heat was increasingly unbearable, and Kev-bo had resolved to buy an air-conditioner after he got home from work. So, I spent the day sight-seeing and hooking up with a 20-something lanky Haitian dude (I also got 2 rounds in him, dispite the heat). Unfortunately I also got into a minor accident with a gay middle-aged taxi driver with dyed blond hair who hit me as he careened into my lane. My rental car suffered only a couple scratches, but his was noticeably damaged. Serves him right for driving like an idiot. When Kev-bo got home, we ended up going to Costco to buy the air-conditioner. But unfortunately, not only did they not have one in stock, but the employees were absolutely unhelpful as far as even ordering one or any other options, so we left empty-handed for dinner. That night was pretty spectacular as there was a fire-works show going on which we were able to watch from the vantage point of a roof-top bar. After that, we went to a boy-stripper bar to watch young Quebecois gyrate and masturbate themselves on stage. This particular club seemed to draw the oldest, fattest most drunken patrons, which these strippers seemed to be drawn to like Paris Hilton to a ho-contest. None of them gave either Kev-bo or me the slightest attention. Oh, well. They're loss, since I was actually prepared to even pay for a fuck with one of them (I've only paid for sex one time in my life...and it was in Montreal).

When Kev-bo and I decided to call it a night, we were greeted by a TORRENTIAL rain storm outside. Kev-bo called a taxi to take us back to where I had parked my rental car. Unfortunately, in my haste to exit the taxi to rev-up my car so we could make a hasty getaway in the rain, the spare set of keys Kev-bo had given me slipped out of my pocket and down a manhole (I distinctively heard the "klink"). Dispite being sure they keys were gone forever, I looked around for a good 10 minutes in the pouring rain just to make sure. And they were gone...just gone. That kinda bummed me out cuz I hate losing or damaging things that aren't mine.

That night the rain had brought an INCREDIBLE relief to the heat..just in time for me to leave the next morning. All in all, dispite the heat, it was a great trip. Got to see my friend, socialize, bone down...good company, good food and good times all around. Now...on to the next chapter of my existence.

Montreal Mounting

...as opposed to the former "Brazilian Boning". Since I'll be leaving my job, I thought I'd take some time off and see my friend, Kev-bo in Montreal. Plus I had been looking into the costs of some elective plastic surgery out there, but thanks to the EXTREMELY weak dollar, it really isn't worth it. But it will definitely be fun to see Kev-bo and catch up. I should be leaving this Sunday (it's a free frequent-flyer ticket). Can't wait!

Saturday Night barely alive

Saturday night, I got another call from Boybitch asking if I was free. I had plans, but told him I'd see what I could do to arrange them, which I did, and later picked him up at the BART station again to take him back to my place. He immediately hopped in the shower this time (which was good, because I didn't want a sloppy bottom in my bed this time). After he came out, we immediately started fucking...HARD. Like I mentioned before, Boybitch likes it rough, including getting spanked hard, which I was very happy to accomodate. But of course, once again, he didn't let me sleep at all that night. Yes, I should have learned my lesson, and I think I finally did. I fucked him 3 different times that night, due to the fact that the boy just would NOT let me freakin' SLEEP.

Later that eve I had to catch up on some work, which included writing a very tactful letter of resignation from my present job. When I spoke to my current boss this morning, she was very calm about it (she's really a nice person deep down, I never had any issues with her). So, I'm now on my way to a new job.

New Job...Old Bones

Today was pretty memorable. I got ONE of the jobs I was applying for. I should be really enthusiastic about it as they are offering me the most money I've ever made at a job. And the reality is I would be had I not been approached by company two mid-way during this process (so, now THIS is the job I'm really interested in). My current crappy job has been keeping me up late and waking me up early as I have daily 6:00am meetings with self-centered East Coasters who think the world revolves around their timezone. So, maybe my lack of enthusiasm also has to do with a bit of sleep deprivation.

As I was iddling the time away today between tedious phone conferences and my ultimate interview with the company I got hired by, I got a hit on an online profile from someone who said he knew me and that I should give him a call. Sure enough, it was a former fuck buddy of mine from 6 years back who I had unintentionally lost touch with when I moved to the UK in 2001. He's a white guy, late 20's, very good looking former Navy (now a nurse, like so many gay Navy guys) so I'm gonna call him Squid. After we talked for awhile, it didn't take long for him to suggest coming over in person to "catch up", which he did. And we had a very long and hard catch-up fuck. He looks pretty much the same as he did 6 years ago, just more mature. And still has the same rock-hard muscular white ass of his. I totally wrecked that today. He was thoroughly impressed too, and he called me 1/2 later from the road to tell me how much he enjoyed it. The fact is, he has been in a "relationship" (yup, one of those) with the same guy ever since he got out of the Navy, and ever since I've known him I've been "the other man". Fine by me, actually. As long as I can tap that ass once or twice a week, i'm fine with picking up where we left off.

Slight of Hand

This last week I've been pretty busy with work. And as some of my friends know, also looking for a new job (I've got two lined up...one I'm really gunnin' for). Add to that, I put an offer on another house, which was a very unpleasant experience due to the fact that I had to deal with a sleazy realtor and a very greedy seller who has his mind set on an unreasonable expectation of what his home is worth. If some rich Arab buys it for that price, then more power to him. I personally know what it's worth and got tired of being dicked around because he thinks he can hold out for more. Over the weekend I hooked up with 4 guys; 2 semi-regulars and 2 "new" guys. One of the two was a nice looking Asian dude; lean-muscular body, masculine looking face and cool personality. He lives in Palo Alto and works at a supermarket as a manager which is SO much better than a hair-dresser from SF. The next day, I hooked up with another guy who was a flight attendant from Mexico City. He was a GREAT fuck. I had so much fun inside him, and he took it like a champ. But somewhere during my day on Sunday, my wallet got picked. Luckily, whoever did it just took the money, and not my credit cards. Could it have been the Mexican flight attendant? Could it have been someone at my gym? Could it have been another quick hook-up early in the day? I dunno. But it was a wake-up call for me to be more vigilant about those things. In 2000 I got my wallet stolen 3 times that year, and in really stupid circumstances. Looking back, I was really in a bad place, and didn't want to be in the US, or at my job, or in that situation. So, the side-effect was risky and negligent behavior, resulting in me just not paying attention to details.Today twink came over again. I don't know what it was, but I had a great time with him this time. I think I just had it in my mind that I was going to use his ass and just not worry about any reciprocation or even if he was enjoying it. And it worked. He loved it.