Back?

Thank you for the emails of concern, and yes, I'm finally back. And I'm begining this post with the intention of keeping it brief, since I'm pretty drained (only partially in a good way). I am physically back from Europe, but the travel itself was excrutiatingly tedious (4 days of snow delays at Heathrow and Gatwick with long hours of waiting in between). My first fuck of the New Year occurred on my way back through London; since I had to spend the night, I made a side-trip to Clapham Common. As I was walking around, I stumbled upon a couple of guys stroking each other. I kept my distance, but was motioned to come over and join, so I did. Although it was dark, I could see up close guys were hot and flipped out my dick, which was rock hard from weeks of no sex of ANY sort. One guy knelt and started sucking me and the other dude back and forth. This was OK until some obese, ugly Indian/Paki walked up and kept crowding us. No matter how much we all motioned and told him to "shove off", he was undaunted and kept trying to press against us until pretty much everyone simultaneously zipped up and left in disgust. As I walked away, a tall, hot 20-something guy with blond curly hair sprinted past me. He looked back and I gave my crotch a rub, which made him stop in his path. I walked towards him and and he looked around and said, "I'm really rushed." I reached around and shoved my hand down his pants to feel his butt-hole and said, "Then we'll have to make this quick." He moaned, and I took this as a signal and undid his jeans and pulled them down to reveal his bubble-butt.

I pulled my dick out again, suited up with the profo in my pocket and put some spit on my dick and positioned it at his hole; he bent over in compliance. As he did so, I smelled the ever familiar smell of cum; so I rubbed his hole again and put my finger to my face to smell it-- yup, he'd just been fucked raw. I didn't mind the sloppy seconds since I was wearing the profo and I REALLY just needed to get off. I shoved the long ranger inside him (not difficult, since someone else had loosened him up) and started pumping, basically just using his hole. I did ask him, "you like it mate? You feeling my cock up your bum? Ready for me to pound my load out?" and in probably less than 30 seconds I was done, spewing an eye-popping orgasm.

When I got back to the US last week, I had received yet another email from my ex stating how he really was sorry for anything he had put me through last year when I tried to come down to see him for the intervention. He stated the death (overdose) of his boyfriend put him in a mindset that this year he had to change. I told him, if he was serious, I'd put him on a bus so we could spend a weekend assessing the situation in "neutral" territory (i.e. away from enablers or any other bad influences...save yours truly). To my surprise, he agreed and Friday eve at the San Jose train station, after 15 years, I met the first guy I'd ever had sex with, fell in love with, planned a life with, become infuriated with, and ultimately broken up with.

In the 48 hours we spent together, it went from awkward, to desperate, to familiar, to sad, to nostalgic and a host of other peak/valley emotions in between. The first night, he was still coming off of crystal meth, which gave him a very mellow and almost disturbing demeanor. We slept in the same bed and even ended up doing some mild, heavy-petting and making out, although he was extremely awkward and self-conscious of his physique (which I personally liked) as he used to be a very buffed version of Keanu Reeves and now in his mid-40's had put on some extra pounds. He still looked very good, with the exception of his ass, which had turned extremely saggy (and he had a very obvious meth-dick and balls which had shriveled due to steroid use). He eventually fell asleep, and I spent the entire night lying next to him, awake, listening to him breathe, snore, sleep-talk etc. He must have slept for over 12 hours, and the next day his old personality finally started appearing slowly but surely.

I think this post has gotten a bit self-indulgent, so I'll wrap it up saying, by the time he left, we had shared some very emotional moments (good and bad) but both hopefully came to some foregiveness/acceptance over the damage caused between us. I'm still in awe at the whole event; it was like getting a visit from your favorite movie star, comic book hero and best childhood friend, and at the same time fearing this person couldn't have cared less about you. I have absolutely no idea if this was a turning point for him, or if I will ever see him/hear from him again. I AM hoping the best for him, while at the same time hoping lady catharsis will pay me a visit sometime very soon.

On the Mend

This last week was a very heavy work-load as I had to stay at a hotel up in SF and put in 12-hour days at some convention my company was sponsoring. While being in SF drastically increases the probability of getting laid, my energy levels were usually shot at the end of each day. But despite the long hours, I still had a pass from my previous Golds membership and did make 2 trips to the SoMa location since this will be the last opportunity for me to do so unless I buy a new membership (no chance of that). I don't know if it was the crappy weather or just my bad timing, but there were just no shenanigans to be had there (aside from the occasional blowjob or handjob...BORING). But I did manage to acquire 14" biceps for the first time in my life (hells-fuckin'-YEAH, bee-yotch!) so it wasn't a total loss.

Since I was coming off a gym-high I thought my brawniness would be put to waste had I not used it on some guy who wanted his hole to be pounded. So, I did get online and met with a guy who has an uncanny resemblance to Bull (RIP). It was really odd. He has a lot more personality than Bull, but his features, build and facial expression were right on the money. Fucking his beautiful white ass/pink hole was at first weird, but maybe cathartic/therapeutic. I got off two rounds in his hole. Then even saw him the last day I was up in SF for a "quick one".


I also had been talking to a friend of Red for about a month now who lives up in SF (he's a pretty hot, built guy who looks like a young Jeremy Piven with a full head of hair). He says he's straight, lives with a girlfriend and thought I'd be fun to hang with sometime. So, since I've boned Red a few times, I had a mild suspicion here. This was confirmed when we made a plan to go out while I was in SF; he stopped by my hotel room and immediately asked if he could use the shower. "Sure." I said, then about 1o minutes in, he started asking me inaudible things, until I had to go into the bathroom to hear him. He opened the shower and said, "my arms are really sore from my last workout, can you do me a big favor and soap my back for me? I promise I'll make it up to you, dude."


And there it began. I pealed off my clothes, got in, soaped his back and after lightly messing around in the shower, we ended up on the hotel room bed with me fucking him "around the world". He was a hot fuck, and after I pounded my load out, he asked me, "is it OK if I cum now, dude?" I nodded, and he jacked his cock off. Pretty hot there. But immediatly afterwards he started to get dressed, saying how he didn't plan this, how this just happened, how he's straight and has a girlfriend who lives with him etc. Yeah, yeah yeah. Nice try.

Yesterday, I finally got to see Sven, his cat and bird and his weird roommate (really could have done without that one). We went out for Indian food and it was REALLY good to catch up with the boy. Need to do that more often.

Also, I found out that DJ and A are no longer together. The story is that A got swooped-up by some shallow party-dude who models for a trendy online gay site (the "latest thing") devoted to nightlife in SF. DJ was devastated and went on his usual tirade, dragging A's name around the internet and going for the juggular with him (DJ has the ability to pick out the weak-spots in a person and use it against them when necessary to cause maximum damage). So, I CAN say I think it's definitely for the best that A isn't with DJ anymore, but from what it looks like, his new choice in boyfriends is not going to be eliminating drama...just postponing it for awhile. Eh....A. Whaddyagonnado?

This weekend I am hyper-focusing on getting my house in order and packing for my trip back to Europe for the holidays. This will most likely be my last post (at least from the US). So, Merry Christmas, Chappy Channukah and whatever the hell else you wanna throw in there.

Hotel Humping

I've mentioned a few times how I live in a geography which is hardly a Mecca for the gay lifestyle. But one of the cool things is it is 10 minutes the hub of SFO airport and its many hotels. Which means there is a steady influx of out-of-towners and flight-attendants here for work eager to test out the local cock selection. And they are easy prey, especially since most of them are "captive" in their hotels which have absolutely no night-life or attractions of any sort around them. I've actually made some good additions to my extended harem; namely flight-attendants who live in other states but who are here a few times a year and make sure I am around for a visit. This last week I was under sincere jet-lag due to my own return from Argentina (that 5 hour difference knocked me the fuck out) and not feeling 100%. But I did take advantage of the hotel situation twice:

aaaand.....

The first guy was what I cannot describe in any other way than a "dumb hick" from Texas. So dumb that I was almost in love. He had a very nice body, cute face, fat 8" dick and as you can see, a tight pink hole. He had a very pronounced slow southern drawl ("iyus sayun francisco anywhere near sayun deeyaygo? Ahm supposed tuh visit sum frayunds there if ah cayun") which made his "fuck me"s so HOT. This boy really took it like a champ. He's in town for another week, but very closeted and I'm hoping to hit it at least one more time before he leaves. White trash is always at the top of my list when it comes to sex. Keep your Brazilians.

The second guy was actually someone I've fucked before about 3 years ago. He was back in town and asked if I wanted to come over for a quick fuck, and of course I obliged. This guy is actually odd because he is actually severely handicapped. If you saw him walking, you'd notice this immediately (he has to use a brace). But lying in bed (which is how he always wants to start) you would never know. His body is perfectly proportioned, and he has a long dick and bubble-butt ass. It's only if you look closely at his feet that you see he's hobbled as it were. But honestly, he is one hot fuck, so that never is an issue with me.

So, I just finished reading a book called "Outliers" (for those of you who have read it already, yes, I know I'm very behind. And for those of you who haven't, I can't recommend it enough). The premise is that there is a formula or equation to success, and some of the factors are in your control (like talent, dedication, practice etc) while others are not (i.e. when you were born, cultural factors, parental nurturing etc). While it is easy to read it and say, "oh, well this explains why I'm not a billionaire. I never stood a chance." I don't believe that's the purpose. I think it should inspire everyone to look at any situation critically and statistically to see what side of the equation needs augmenting or lessening. Here's how I'm gonna apply this; say I want to get laid (which is unfortunately pretty much a constant). I have a few options; 1) find a steady boyfriend who will thusly be semi-obligated to have sex with me 2) proactively seek a (willing) sex partner 3) passively wait for someone to reach out to me for sex 4) pay for sex (I'll label this "unwilling" because you need some coercive factor here; i.e. money). Assuming I am attached to the outcome of getting laid, I then have to determine which of these options will bring me the highest probability of success as well as the other factors which are needed in order to increase that probability. Anyway, I hate to say it, but statistics really does play very heavily into anyone's sex-life, as un-sexy as that sounds.

Lastly, I know it's been over a year since my crack-head ex was supposed to receive the intervention. And since then, as I mentioned, his enabler has kicked-the-bucket, leaving him to ponder his place in the universe. He may actually be at the point where he can and will accept help. His other ex, OL (Oompa-Loompa) has been feeding me info and hinting he wants to get him into a program run by someone he knows. The weird thing is, I have been helping OL (my ex's ex) relocate up to northern California most likely because a) I'm a very cool guy but also b) I think deep down I have a need to be the "savior" at times, and by helping OL I think I've been vicariously helping my crack-head ex. I dunno. Anyway, I'll be traveling back to Europe for the holidays in a week, so when I get back, I may take this on as a project. Haven't decided. So, this will be my penultimate post before my trip. I hope everyone as a great week ahead.

Buenos Aires Boning in Brief

I thought I'd start things out differently this post and let you all know up front that yes, I did get some (i.e. LOTS of) ass this trip:



and my favorite.

And these are only the guys who allowed me to take pics. For anyone who has NOT been to Buenos Aires or Argentina, let me describe it this way; the age of consent is 16 (*cough*) and most of the guys you see walking around look like World Cup soccer players. There is a strong gym and athletic culture which produces some of the most beautiful people on the planet here. Since the devaluation of the peso 10 years ago, it's a very affordable city, and the bad economy has definitely given the Argentines a dose of humility (as opposed to Europeans, who are beautiful AND euro-rich, with no signs of slowing down especially against the dollar). And Buenos Aires is a VERY European city; there's pretty much nothing South American about it. So, you can always find things to do, eat, see etc regardless of your budget (that being said, I did O.D. at the antique shops in San Telmo-- that definitely hurt my wallet).

I have a lot of friends (fuck-buds) down there so I had no shortage of ass to fuck. I was also able to get inside 5 other guys (3 at a porno theater close to the place where I was staying and 2 I met online). I will say this; Argentina is NOT a very anal country. Meaning most guys you will come across just want to make out and jack-off. You really have to force the issue if you want to go further. And if it DOES turn into something more, there is an EXTREME safe-sex consciousness here, so your cock will be given an almost rigorous health inspection before anything happens. And if you DO get to fuck, the condom will be checked regularly throughout the boning process as well as a thorough examination afterwards. There was one 20-year-old kid I fucked who spent 10 minutes afterwards asking, "are you sure you didn't cum inside me? It feels weird, like there's cum up there. I know you were wearing a condom, but it feels like cum. Are you sure?" Over and over, on and on.

Anyway, it really is an "open" environment. I saw two very obvious she-males on separate ocasions and no one else seemed to bat an eye. There's a big club scene which I wasn't into (namely because they start around midnight and go on until about 5am). But as I mentioned, there are quite a few small and clean porno theaters (you have to know where they are because you'd never know what they were fron the outside). Usually one half is straight porn (for "appearances") and the other sicde is gay porn. There are a lot of VERY young kids who hang out here and you can't count how many times you see a hot young kid being jacked-off by some guy sitting next to him. And both times I went I got some top quality ass, so no complaints from me anyway. All in all, I really can't recommend Argentina enough to anyone who has a desire to travel. But FYI, you won't get needy boys running after you for money as in other Latin American countries, so if that's what you're after, stick with Mexico.

One last comment; business class is so sketchy these days. Obviously it's better than coach, but is it worth the price? Debateable.

And yeah, I know there was a problem with this post showing up earlier (I think it's because I tried uploading the pics a few days ago) but here it is now, so no...no one hacked my account. And now it's back to the grind. I'm here in the US for another few weeks, then it's off to Europe again for the holidays. I've noticed that several members of my harem have been feeling very neglected. I'll definitely be playing "catch-up" this next couple of weeks.

Best pool-party ever!

Here I am in Orlando again. I have to say, the weather here is incredible for November. Which must be why a certain twink that I fucked last time I was here was holding a pool-party at his "luxury condo". I got to the party in the eve, as I was really just flying in that day. When I got there, I saw that most of the guests were extremely hot with two notable exceptions (I'll go into that later). There had apparently been a lot of drinking going on for the few hours prior, but no one seemed to be too obnoxiously intoxicated. I mingled for a bit, paid my respects to the host, then went on a serious "search and destroy" mission; scoping all the guys in attendance as well as the potential rooms and locations for any possible shenanigans. I walked into one of the bedrooms of the condo and very shortly afterward, a 40-something buffed guy in swim trunks came in after me and tried to make conversation. He wasn't bad looking, but I really wasn't up for his banter so I thought I'd see if I could get things going in the right direction by making him suck me. When I flipped my cock out, he started making even more tedious comments. I finally looked at him and said squarely, "you gonna talk? or are you gonna suck?" He finally got the hint, and courage to start sucking me.

Just then another hot 20-something kid walked in on us...and liked what he saw. I motioned him over to join us, which he did, taking turns sucking my cock with the older guy. Lucky for me, the old guy took the bait and started fondling and undressing the other guy to suck him. Luckier still, a hot blue-eyed puertorican kid came in next and sat on the bed watching us. I just looked over at him and smirked while i was getting the blowjob, not wanting to rush him into it. But finally, I saw my chance and casually walked over to him and he smiled, stroked me for a little, then started sucking me. This kid looked so cute with my balls dangling off his chin. After a few minutes of that, I aggressively pulled him up, flipped him over, pulled down his swim trunks and buried my face in his hairless pink hole. He was really enjoying this, so I took advantage of the moment and suited up the long ranger with the profo from my pocket then intermittently put some spit on it while eating out this excellent boy-hole. Then, before he could protest, I mounted him and slipped my cock in (about a quarter way). He protested, saying "wait, I wasn't expecting this." I didn't care, and he didn't buck; it was just a verbal, half-hearted protest, so I continued. I started slow at first, adding to the spit on my schlong as needed. And once I stopped completely, the puertorican kid reached around to pull my hips into his ass. Yeah, he wanted it now. So, I definitely gave it to him, grabbing his hips and pumping my cock into his butthole. I flipped him on his back missionary and he held his legs open wide for me to insert the long ranger back in. As I started fucking him harder and harder, I noticed that old guy behind my rubbing my back and chest. I tried to forget about it but then he leaned in like he was trying to kiss me. I stopped, turned to him squarely and said, "Crowding." He backed off, but didn't leave. I really needed to get off my rocks, so I started pumping out a nice load, while the kid was still holding his legs open commanding, "don't stop, I'm gonna cum too!" and started shooting load after load of cum on his 6-pack abs. Bulls-eye, suckaz!!!

OK, now that I had just finished fucking the hottest bottom at the party, I noticed a larger crowd of about 8 other guys lurking, rubbing and pawing each other in the same room the hallway. And even though I had just cum, another VERY hot white kid walked up and started fondling my cock. I thought it would only be a matter of a minute or two until I got soft, but I guess I was so sex-starved that it just never happened. I leaned into this kid (soon to be bottom #2) and said, "go ahead dude. put it in your mouth." He smiled back, coyly and then knelt and obeyed. I sat on the edge of the bed and just let him blow me...he was pretty good. There were two beds in that room, and I could see the first bottom boy now getting fucked by another guy, which got me rock-hard. Then, someone who I would categorize as the HOTTEST guy at the party; tall, muscle-dude in his later 30's came and sat behind the bottom boy blowing me. He pulled off the bottom's trunks, and started massaging his ass. Then I saw him take out some lube and start lubing his hole. Finally, I saw him take out a condom and put one on his dick, and I thought, "fuck that, dude!" and promptly pulled up the bottom-boy, sat him on my lap, put a condom on MY dick and popped it in his butt-hole (I wasn't gonna let the other dude take the fruits of my labor). He rode it like a champ and took it for a long time. Must have been 10 minutes, and the buffed dude just stood there watching like a kid waiting for his turn on a playstation. But guess what; he could just keep waiting. My balls started churning and I stood up, bent the bottom boy over and rammed my second load into his bubble-butt from behind. After I was sure the last drop was out of my balls, I pulled out, looked at the buffed dude, and said, "all yours." Then went to wash up. Ah, yes...sadism at it's finest.

Unfortunately, I don't have any pics to post of the event this week. Also, in a few days I'll be making my way down to Buenos Aires, but I DO have a few pics to upload and will try to do it during my trip (will give me something to do on the long planeride down there).

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Update: I got to fuck the puertorican kid one more time today. I almost missed a very important meeting, but it was TOTALLY WORTH IT! DAYUM!!!!!

Restart

I'm aware people do not visit this blog to hear about my hard-hitting opinions on politics, my satiristic social commentary or lithe, sonnet-like writing style. But I would be remiss in not giving a recap on events these last couple of weeks of air silence. First, as my last post mentioned, Bull died of an apparent drug overdose. This was not surprising given his craquelure lifestlye, but it is still sad. In fact, his memorial service is today, but I will not be going since it is being "hosted" by a bunch of twink/crackhead friends of his who will most likely use this as an opportunity to do drugs together, and that's not the kind of atmosphere or way I want to remember or memorialize him.


This same week, a former room-mate of my pal Kev-bo's died. This guy was also implicated in a very horrible, unsolved murder (not going into details) but still, his death affected Kev-bo and I'm sorry about that. Add to this, my former crack-head ex in Southern California had some perverse co-dependent/enabling relationship with some older guy (they both essentially scored drugs for each other and found places to stay, but I don't think there was any sex involved). Anyway, and I'm sure you're all seeing this coming, this older guy just died of an overdose this last weekend as well. My ex was so shaken up that he's been reaching out to everyone telling them this was his "wake-up" call and he has now "turned a corner". Yup...and if wishes were fishes we'd all cast nets to the sea.


Finally, I had some relatives over, including two 5-year-old's. I've written before how the mere notion (let alone presence) of kids makes my libido drop like an 80-year-old stripper's tits. And this particular trip wasn't for pleasure, so suffice it to say the added drama around the house put any thoughts of boning off my radar. Anyway, I hope this self-indulgent rant didn't bore you too much, but it was kind of necessary to put the air-silence into perspective.


I think the most challenging thing was around Thursday eve my libido came back with a vengeance. But by the time I got home from work and got online, there was just no quality ass to be had. Hell, I really would have settled for bargain-basement at that point. But it just wasn't happening. I half considered jacking-off before bed, but felt too tired and quite honestly disappointed to do it. But the next day, as luck would have it I was able to work from home and promptly set about getting laid. I ended up talking to a very buffed filipino dude and told him to come over. When he showed up, he was buffed, very good looking, but also, VERY FOBish, wearing a jean/jean-jacket combo with a John Travolta haircut circa 1978. I didn't waste any time as I thought I'd enjoy looking at him a lot better naked and from behind. I got him into the boning-lair and pretty roughly stripped off his clothes. I don't think he liked this too much, but after I bent him over and had my tongue in his hole, he at least went alont with it.


Here's the thing; I'm generally a great fuck and very cognizant of when the bottom is having fun. But I think because my balls were so backed-up with cum, I was just in animalistic mode. If this guy was hoping for a slow, sensual encounter, that was just not going to happen. I suited up, pushed my cock inside him, and against his moans and requests for me to slow-down continued pumping. I'd stop for a few seconds to humor him and ask him if he was alright, but then start up again regardless of his response. I know he's not reading this, but all I can say is, I'm sorry. Like a whore who's "jon" is a convicted rapist who just got out of prison, he was at the wrong place at the wrong time and got the brunt of a very hard and rough fuck. This was the culmination of 2 weeks of sexual frustration. When I finally got my load off, I could see he was NOT happy. And I was actually embarassed, so he quickly dressed and left, without even so much as washing or making eye-contact.

I saw him later online, and dispite my apology, he was not into talking to me again. I got back to work, and got a call from the red-head from the gym. He asked if he could come over later...and...yeah! Thing is, when he got here, I had already gotten off my agressiveness with the other guy, so I was very passionate and sensual with him (that's actually how he enjoys it). So much so, that after I fucked him missionary and came, he usually jacks himself off with me still inside him. He tried, then said, "maybe I'll just wait until round 2". Now, this was odd because he NEVER lets me do it twice. But I was more than willing too oblige, and 10 minutes later gave him another stellar fuck. So, 3 loads in as many hours. Definitely felt good to make up for lost time.

Next weekend I'll be back in Orlando. So, any/all suggestions are welcome...

RIP Bull

We'll miss you.