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.

Something Heavy

I have to start this post with a confession; I've been "seeing" the Mario Lopez kid I'd been blogging about (I had cut him out of the harem because I didn't want him driving here drunk, then added him back because he got a DUI and lost his car and I wouln't have to worry about that anymore...it resolved itself). Because he's such a flaming little boy-bitch sometimes, I really had trouble taking him anywhere in public as I mentioned. But as it turned out, we work and live in the same cities, so I've been car-pooling with him; he doesn't have to take public transportation and I get to use the carpool lane, shaving 10+ minutes off my drive. Aaaaand, of course after work we'd make a pit-stop at my place where I'd fuck him however/as many times as I'd like, then drop him off home. It seemed like a perfect set-up; he got what he wanted, I got what I wanted, we both got to have sex, and I wasn't obligated to take him out for "drinks" or dinner in public afterwards, since he didn't want to spoil a good thing. It all seemed to be symbiotically working out...until Weds eve.


After we did the bone dance, he stated how he needed to go to the hospital because he had made an appointment to get an HIV and STD test done and asked if I could take him, saying "it will only take 20 minutes." OK, I KNOW nothing at the hospital takes 20 minutes, but thought I'd be a cool guy and take him and wait for him for moral support, which I did. While he was doing his thing inside, I stayed in the hospital parking lot and did some work on the computer, when I got a very bad call from "home" (long story short, very bad family news, which admitedly set my mood). 1 hour went by and still now word from this kid, so I started calling him to see if he knew how much longer, but it went to voicemail. So, now I'm starting to get worried. After 1 hour 45 minutes goes by, he calls me back in what sounded like tears saying, "I don't believe this." Long pause. I tried to respond as up-beat as I could, "what's up man? you get some bad news?" Long pause. He responded, "I...just come around I'll show you when you get here." When I swung around to pick him up, I saw he wasn't crying, but had a very odd expriession on his face like he didn't know what to do. He got in the car and I immediately said, "so, what's up man?" He turned to me and said, "I'm in the county system now." "What does that mean?" I asked. He handed me a paper and said, "Look!" It was dark and I didn't have my reading glasses, plus I was a bit flustered and responded, "Dude, I can't read that. Tell me what it says." He paused then smirked, "It says it's all negative. Why? Were you worried?"


Not gonna go into too much detail on the conversation that followed, other than to say I didn't yell or raise my voice, but did tell him he was damaged, and that there was something severely wrong with him. I just couldn't (and still can't) see how he thought it was appropriate to joke like that after keeping me waiting (worrying) for nearly 2 hours. Not that HIV is the end of the world (I'm TOTALLY not that naive). It's just that knowing him, I just didn't thing he'd be able to handle that at 22 years old, which is why I was worrying. But now that I look back at it, this kid is all FUCKING DRAMA. He creates it, brings it and lives it. I told him that evening after I dropped him off that we wouldn't be seeing each other anymore. Maybe I overreacted, but I'm done. DONE. I'm alergic to drama and have enough to deal with without some immature fuck-bud adding to it.


That experience did sour me for a couple of days, but was able to get off a couple times with a visiting big-dicked bubble-butt bottom flight attendant (surprise!) who had a hole sweet enough to make a grown man cry:

I also decided since I'm popping the fuck OUT (in a good way) these days, I'm definitely gonna hit the Underwear party this weekend. Yes, it'll most likely be a trip to SaiHongBomNila as usual, but I need the diversion.

Last thing I'll say here: isn't it cool how those Chilean miners were rescued? In my life time, humanity has come such a long way! 20, 15 or even 10 years ago it would have been a foregone conclusion that they'd be dead after the government and mine owners crunched the numbers and saw thier lives weren't worth the expense. Sure, a rudimentary token attempt would have been made, but their asses would be done for. Just look at what happened only 2 years ago with the Russian submariners. So, I have to believe that more and more societies and countries are realizing the value of human life and dignity. Not everywhere of course, but in more and more places where that was definitely not the case in recent history. That's a good thing.

Another Triangle

So, here's another triangle story: it's been over a year and a half now since I've been back from Europe and met "A" at Bull's party. I recounted/blogged about how we went out on one date, fucked (pretty nice) but how it didn't work out for various reasons (I'll explore that later) but how I also still had somewhat of a soft-spot for the boy. OK, through the magic of facebook, we now can bridge that "6 degrees of separation" gap with just a few clicks through someone's "friends list". Well, that's pretty much what happened to me, in that I had "friended" both "A" and "DJ" knowing both of them, but yet not really "friends" anymore in that I didn't expect I'd really ever see either of them again 1-on-1, outside of some possible social gathering. Turns out "A" knew DJ from a few years back, saw him among my friends, friended him and now they've been seeing each other casually every week now.

Do I care? Mmmmmmm......not reeeeally. But it does feel a bit weird, because DJ was always after ME (I really am a good catch), but I never really entertained the thought of anything more than fuck-buddy status for him because a) he's an on-and-off crack-head b) he has very few priorities in life other than getting stoned and making his own music c) he's seen much better days physically (he's not that out of shape, he just gave up) d) other than sexual attraction (which has dissipated on my part) we just don't/never have had much in common. So, while I have to admit, I am intrigued by "A", I won't pursue him because 1. he's also a stoner (known to do much harder drugs for instance at Bull's party) 2. he's very insecure about being HIV+ (I'm negative and he has major guilt about having sex with negative guys) 3. while he is very intelligent and we can have major conversations, he is also immature and doesn't have much ambition. Still, I have to be honest with you, my readers when I say I absolutely felt pangs of jealousy knowing he chose DJ over me.

So, in a very odd and slightly perverse action, I called up DJ the other day when I was in San Francisco and headed to where he was staying temporarily (he still lives in the crack-hotel, but was house-sitting). We chatted for awhile and he told me about how things were with "A", and I could tell he had already had a few beers. So, while we were talking about music, I abruptly changed the subject and said, "so, I know "A"'s a total bottom. How've you been getting your hole taken care of?" He was caught off guard for a second and said, "Well...I haven't been getting any. But that's OK." I wasn't convinced. I started rubbing my crotch, "really? You used to really like cock." He responded, "I still do, Papa. "A" has a great cock." "Yeah, I know," I continued and stood up, "but I know you never get his cock up inside you. He's a great bottom. But you can't tell me your hole doesn't twitch for it sometimes." DJ was just quiet, and I saw him steal a glance at my crotch, which gave me the signal I could take the long ranger out for a possible ride. I unzipped my pants and flipped out my schlong and DJ just stared at it then finally said, "that's hot man. I totally remember that dick, Pa'. But I-" "Don't worry dude. Just treat your hole to some cock. You deserve it." with that I pushed my cock towards his face and mouth. He kissed it, then openeed his mouth and took it in. I let him suck on it for a few minutes to get used to it, then pulled him up and pulled down his sweats to reveal his ass and cock. I started rubbing his hole and he said, "let me go to the bathroom and make sure I'm clean." I remembered DJ's 40-minute bathroom runs, and decided now or never. I took out a profo from my pocked and suited up saying, "Just bend over, dude. Let's just do it real quick. We're old friends, I won't mind whatever happens." As I pushed him over and wet his hole with some spit, he hesitated, "I really should check-" too late, I was already sliding into him. He was clean as a whistle and had nothing to worry about, but I didn't really care too much anyway and just kept pumping his ass. He was loving it and wiggling his butt around as I fucked it. He put his legs together and bent over at just the right angle for me to fuck him like a submissive bitch. He was groaning and commanding to fuck him harder, which I did until I started ramming him hard enough to get my dick off. After I came, he turned around, pulled the condom off and put my cock in his mouth while jacking off until he came like a geiser.

Did I get some weird satisfaction from fucking the guy that the guy I was into was into? Yup. Was that healthy? Probably not. Would I have fucked DJ under any other circumstance? No. Anyway, here's what the ass of a former Falcon porn-star from 2003 looks like now:

Other than that, I've really been doing a lot of boning this week, so I've got a few more pics and one more story: this one Mexican kid I met online came over the other day. In person he was cute, but a little twitchy and chatty (not like he was on drugs, just one of thos spastic type personalities). I wanted to take some pics of his ass, but he said no. And when we finally started fucking, he became even more bossy, like "wait, turn around and do it in front of the mirror so I can watch. Now, fuck me up and down. Wait, stop for a sec. OK now do it from the side. Wait, move so I can see..." REALLY fucking got on my nerves. And everytime I took my dick out (more like him pushing me out) he would check the condom thoroughly to make sure it was on OK etc., and at some point I caught a glimpse of his hole which was HUGE. Now, I know guys like a tight hole, and to be honest, most holes I fuck are tight. But this guy's hole was just gaping and I was in awe just from the sight of it. I finally convinced him to let me take some pics:

And afterwards promptly told him he could leave (I really was not having fun fucking him, but really did like looking at that hole).

Finally, there's this pilot who lives in Miami but comes to town once a month or so. He's white, in his early 40's with a crew-cut and very nice body. Now, THIS guy has a very nice hole to look at AND fuck.

I could get off with him in 30 seconds or less if I wanted, but I made it last for about 10 minutes, since I don't see him that often. After we were done, he said, "I wish I lived out here. You are so HOT. And...well...to be honest...you have the uh...perfect..." I smirked, "say it." He looked up and said, "what? you've heard that before?" I put my clothes on, "dude, if I had a dime..."

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.