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.

New Old Boning

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

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

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

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

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

Montreal Mourning

I spoke before about the slow yet eminent death of off-line cruising, specifically in the UK. Well, to my utter anguish and gnashing of teeth, the same is coming to pass (as the Mormons say) in Montreal. Two of my all-time favorite spots; the restrooms at La Cite and the park of Maissoneuve have now been spoiled. During my visit to Montreal for work, I took the weekend to stay with my friend Kev-bo. The first night we both decided to do some cruising at Maissoneuve. While the selection was definitely not "fresh", I did manage to hook-up with a cyclist, get a condom on, and start out pumping his ass. Less than a minute into my fucking, the lights from a police terrain vehicle started about 50 metres from us and we were set-upon by other police who no doubt were watching us with night-vision. I was able to zip up, tear off like a bat out of hell and lose them through the trees, then circled the park for about 1/2 hour (and it's a big park) looking for Kev-bo until we finally met up at our rendezvous point, where he relayed to me he had been stopped by police as well (but he hadn't been doing anything other than sauntering). NOT a good experience.

While it was great to see Kev-bo, and I did finally get to see his house (albeit heavily under construction) he was very distracted with his own business obligations, so I wanted to ensure he got enough time to do what he needed. I started online and just could NOT understand the rythm of the Montrealers; they all seemed flakey, or wanted to bring a friend, or would only do it if "X", or whatever. After about 1 1/2 online, I finally started saying, "dude, here's the address. Come over or don't." then stopped responding. Here's the punchline; starting about 1 hour later, a steady stream of ugly (not their real pics obviously), twinky, clueless and even hot guys started knocking at the door (5 in total). Yet because some were hoping for a 3-way, while others were not, and others still just wanted to fuck with my head apparently, I only FINALLY ended up actually fucking ONE Montrealer...and it was NOTHING to write home about. And here's something which has NEVER happened before; one of the guys was apparently so pissed off at me that he called an ESCORT service and sent some dude over. When the guy came up, I was like, "Hmmm, don't remember talking to this guy, but whatever." and we started pawing at each other. He then said, "so, I usually ask for the money up front." I was totally caught off guard and it took about a minute of VERY awkward conversation to figure out I had been the brunt of a prank. Not fun at all. For me or him.

The next night I went out in order to avoid any SEMBLANCE of a repeat and ended up fucking a nice Asian guy with a very hot ass. But...yeah...made it up to Montreal for some fish-bone. Wasn't how I envisioned the vacation. And the overall feel has definitely become more of a stressful big-city, and less of the laissez-faire, bohemian enclave that it used to be. So, bottom line is this; if you are into oggling straight guys who will feign interest in you so you will pay them to dance naked on your lap, then Montreal is definitely the place for you. But it is definitely not the same city I fell in love with last decade. No desire to return anytime soon, especially because Kev-bo seems to be traveling here so often.

Since I've been back, I have been extremely busy at work. I have gotten in some boning, but just my regulars, and no new pics (really haven't been concentrating on that). I'll ensure my next post has a couple pics and some more uplifting stories. But for my readers out there, just consider this a traveling tale of caution.

No Mo' Tro'

I can't remember if I mentioned this before or not, but my gym (Golds) was bought by Crunch, which gave all of us 1 month to decide whether we wanted to stay. Given Crunch is only located on the bay area and not conducive to my travel, I opted to leave. So, after my years of complaining about the troll-infestation, the situation has now resolved itself by my leaving, and I'm now the not-so-proud member of 24-hours-- which is a bit ghetto and not a blonde person to be found in the entire gym. And whoever designed this gym made it absolutely shenanigan-proof, as there is no area in the locker room, showers, steamroom (coed) or anywhere else where any covert action can be had. They really knew what they were doing. So, Good-by to all the trolls and possibilities of sex in the showers and steamroom.


I was debating on whether or not to go to an Underwear party in SF over this weekend. The fact is the same evening I was invited to a photography exposition of a good and long-time friend of mine (the 3rd member of a trio including me and Rug back in the day). Since this was down in East San Jose (can't even remember how long it's been since I was there) and I had invited my friend, Chef to come along I calculated my odds at 50/50 that I would be able to make it all the way back up to SF. And as I was doing housework, I got a phonecall from a guy I'd been talking to online during the week; 30-something athletic white guy with an awesome looking bubble-butt. As it was around lunchtime, I thought I'd go for it. When I showed up at his place (10 mins from me) he was like his pic, so I wasted no time in getting him into his room and fucking his bubble-butt. Wasn't great, but it did the trick, and made up my mind not to go to the Underwear party (wouldn't ever want to go to one of those things when I'm not "fully loaded" as it were...what's the point?)


On my way home, I got a call from the Mario Lopez looking kid I had decided to cut from my harem as I didn't want him driving around drunk to me. Well, that resolved itself as well, since he got caught violating his probation from the DUI and got his car impounded. He called and asked if I could pick him up and we could go back to my place. No harm in that I thought, so I swung by his place, took him home, and rode his bubble-butt boy-pussy for a good 1/2 hour (that boy is a force of nature). "OK, that's that," I thought, "Time to get productive." So, after I dropped him back at his place (he's 1/2 a mile from me) I got some lunch, did some housework and got called by ANOTHER dude I'd been talking to online (30-year-old buffed dude from Quebec). Now, here's the thing; normally 2 rounds would be enough, but I get into some seriously randy spells, and I just thought "why not?" So, he came over, and I took him into my room so he could start off by slobbering on my dick. Since he seemed to be following instructions well, I took the opportunity to snap a couple of pics. A couple of you have asked what I meant by "issues" when I refer to certain holes. Well, here you can see one that I was talking about.

Of course this didn't stop me from pounding his hole (it really felt GREAT, definitely enough to get off a 3rd round for the day). And after he left, I realized I'd REALLY better get ready for the exhibit. Unfortunately, I rushed so much that I ended up leaving my cell-phone at my house, and only realized it 45-mins into my drive. And since I had coordinated with Chef that he would be calling me for directions etc, I had to improvise and swing by his work (he was JUST getting ready to leave, so I'm grateful it worked out) where he then followed me to the exhibit. It was definitely nice to see old friends and socialize. But I really didn't want or plan to make it an all-night thing. But of course that's how those kind of things go; from the exhibit, someone had heard of another party at another location and everyone decided to go. Since I had invited Chef, I didn't want to say no, and ended up taking him to the next party as well. He had a lot more fun there than I did (I wasn't drinking) and ended up staying until 4:30am so he could get in some wet-back's pants (apparently it was worth it), while I had left around 2 (he was cool with that).

The next day I spent mostly catching up on sleep and keeping it low-key. But I did get hit up by yet ANOTHER guy I'd been talking to online previously. I checked my libido, and it wasn't completely exhausted from the day before, so I told him he could come over. Long story short; I am SOOOOO glad he did! He's a 20-something white guy, looks like a much younger Brian Austin Green with a crew-cut. And he is a GREAT fuck! DAYUM! I was just talking with Chef the night before at the party that neither of us seem to be able to bag white guys here in Cali. But DAYUM! Happy Birthday to ME! I got off two rounds in him, and could definitely see possibly even dating this guy. Only problem is he lives in SJ and comes up this way once a week. So, I'd probably get a regular fuck off him, but might want more.

Lastly, my trip to Toronto is canceled, but it all worked out for the best since I WILL be able to go to Ottawa, and then drive to Montreal to see my good pal Kev-bo. Unfortunately, since his condo got damaged during the flash-flood over the summer he's in an executive stay. It won't be a problem, but I was looking forward to a tour of his pimped-out pad.

Anal in Arkansas

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Full of Bull...

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

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

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

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

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

Ho V Hubbie

So, a bit o' irony: Brad (the buffed Latin dude I met last week) was getting really hot and bothered about us "dating", even though we had only hooked up the one time. I actually mulled the idea over in my head and thought, "Hmmm, I have a sex party this coming weekend, then Bull's Birthday Pool-Party the following weekend, then a "mixer" pool-party Sven invited me to the weekend after that. In other words, a LOT of opportunity to meet guys and have hot sex. Although I didn't tell him all this, I think he sensed my hesitation in our last phone call and that was that. Which leads me to my point: I think for the remainder of the summer at least, I will definitely be a Ho, and not a Husband (boyfriend). I'm just in that mode.

During the week, I saw Cuba again (hadn't seen him in months...busy boy!) and we had some really hot sex. Although I'm not a cock man, I just can't get over looking at his 9" uncut dick while I'm fucking him. I even play with it while I'm on top of him (something I rarely do...it's just that awesome). Then I got a couple hits off another Brazilian dude I've been boning which you can see here:

Then Saturday eve I ended up seeing my good pal Kev-bo who is in SF for a few days. The boy is looking good (better than last trip even) and I was very glad to hear his business is going well. I LOVE hearing good news from my friends. I sincerely cannot wrap my head around the concept of schadenfreude (leave it to the Germans to come up with a word to describe something as fucked up as that). I also FINALLY got to introduce Kev-bo to Sven, which is cool because I'd been trying to get those two to meet for about 4 years. They are definitely two guys who I knew would hit it off as they have a lot in common interest AND personality wise. And before we showed up, I told Kev-bo that Spaz would most likely be among the people at the house, but I said I wouldn't tell him WHO he was beforehand. Well, Kev-bo had no problem picking him out immediately.

Later that eve, I went to the sex-party which was nice...not great, but nice. I got a couple loads off so I can't complain. But the hosts just need a little lesson in keeping the nervous conversation to a minimum by creating the right setting. The odd thing was as I was fucking one porn guy there, I looked at the porno playing on the TV and recognized one of the guys I had fucked weeks ago at the other sex-party. It almost made me have to think to myself, "um...have I ever done porn?" And of course, the answer is no. And as I've said many times before, I'm not even remotely interested in porn. Why? Because I have an entire library in my head. Honestly, I wish MORE guys would use their own cerebral-porn more often rather than relying on watching it. And in that spirit, I will now share my top 10 hotest sex (meaning cock in hole) scenes I've ever experienced (in no particular order);

LA City College showers – fucked a sailor and latin twink
DORE Alley portable toilet – boned a young drunk blond kid butt-out chaps
My First "Ex" one hot summer - mad, passionate all-night sex under a moonlit sky
Powerhouse Bar in SF – shared a hot blond bottom in the back alley with a hot Russian guy
Turnham Green – fucked 2 blond English twinks in the bushes
Underdawg and Homie - my first 3-way; so perfect I felt depressed for a week as I feared I'd never have such a hot, awesome experience again
CXR Toilets - double-fucked a guy with the biggest dick I'd ever seen on a man, then sandwiched the 2nd guy while he fucked him
Underdawg at the gym - after he closed up the gym one night, having sex with him on the weights and equipment
Fred Meyers on Broadway in Seattle - met a HOT white muscle dude and ended up fucking him in the basement
Golds Gym Sauna in SF - too many to list

I highly encourage you, my readers to make a list of YOUR hottest moments and play them over in your head instead of playing porn next time you want to get off. See, how that goes. So, I'll wrap with an open call for travel advice; I'm going to Austin, TX and Little Rock, AR this month. Any/all words of wisdom on getting laid in those two locations would be very much appreciated.