Another year gone by

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Slowing the Roll

As you kinda gathered from my last post (and pictures), I've been hitting the boning pretty hard now that I'm back on the market. Not only have I been getting easy access to my former harem (the ones that weren't bitter about me being in a relationship that didn't involve THEM) but I found another site with a complely NEW source of ass to tap into (literally). So, I've been averaging getting laid 2 -3 times a day. And the long-ranger seems to be a force of nature; every time I take my cock out of my pants, sweats or shorts with the intention of using it, it just seems to stand at full attention without so much as touching it. No doubt about size going on these days. Maybe it's just the confidence level. Anyway, here's an example:

I met this latin, toned kid who looks like a darker Johny Depp (circa 1988) back around 8 years ago:

A fuck-bud of mine (total DL cholo/shaved head, tatoos with a python-long dick, let's call him "Duke") who used to come over my place told me about him and how much of a good fuck he was. I suggested he call him up to see if he was available and would like a 3-way. My fuck-bud obliged and within a couple hours me and the cholo were taking turns on this kid's ass (he was 18 at the time, but apparently my fuck-bud had been boning him even from 2 years earlier...lucky fuck). Anyway, he saw me online and said he was staying at a hotel near me and asked if I wanted to come over. I did, and while he got a little hairier at 26 years old, he was still very fun to fuck. When I showed up, he was very casual; asking me how I've been while pulling my dick out, putting on the profo and lubing me up. I bent him over, snapped some pics, ate out his hole for a minute or so (nice!) then asked him, "so, U heard from "Duke"?" The kid said, "who?" I responded, "you remember how we met? You came over to my place..." Just then I pushed my dick inside him and started fucking wildly; no mercy "...we both took turns fucking your hole like I'm doing now." He started bucking a little and whined, "you're so big! be careful!" I continued, almost mechanically and continued the conversation as if I were casually washing dishes or something, "you used to like it when we fucked you. You even sat on his dick and I slid mine inside you from behind. Between both of us your hole got pretty stretched out." His response, "I'm gonna cum!" I just kept fucking him doggie-style while he grabbed his dick and came. I asked, "want me to do it on top of you for a little?" He said, "no, it's starting to hurt now." Fuck that shit! I pushed my weight onto him so he fell chest-down on the bed then just pumped him until I could get my dick off. And hells yeah, I did. The punch-line is this kid didn't even remember "Duke" at all. Sad fact is, I would have really liked to hear from him, but since about 5 years ago he seems to have fallen off the face of the earth.

Later in the week on the "new" site I was talking about, I hooked-up with a VERY hot 20-year old kid, dark-hair, VERY smooth...and yeah, that includes his hole:

After I got his hole wet (he loved it, so did I) I ended up taking him "around the world". His favorite (and mine) was missionary. I spent a good 10 minutes pounding his hole like that, asking "are you getting close" about every couple of minutes (his answer: "No, keep fucking me!"). Finally, I just needed to cum (he was my 3rd that day and my balls were actually getting tired). After I pounded a load out, he commanded, "let me suck it!" I obliged him for a couple minutes as he jacked-off wildly, thinking he'd come soon enough. But minutes went by and my dick was starting to feel pretty sensitive. I stepped away as my cock flopped out of his mouth and said, "OK, dude. Clean-up time" then went to wash up in the bathroom. Did I lose my chance for a round 2 in his ass later? Maybe.

But this brings me to my point: I was getting to a place where a fuck was a fuck. This kid was VERY hot; a 9 out of 10. But at that time, he was just "Fuck #3" that day, so I probably didn't give him the attention he deserved. And I was thinking, what if I've only got a set amount of testosterone left? What if after I use it up, it's gone? Anyway, I'm going to cut back to a few days a week, and see what the effect of keeping the long-ranger hungry has. Definitely not stopping the boning, just gonna space it out a bit. I'll let you know how it works out.

wading through haters

Yes...I know. My sincere apologies for not blogging. So much to catch up on. The main reason for this (unwanted) hiatus was that the breakup with my ex did not go anywhere as smoothly as I had hoped (it was pure wishful thinking on my part...he was never going to let me off that easy). Once again, I'm not going to use this as a forum to complain about things. I will just add that he is now in his own place, doing very successfully at his new job, clean and sober, and we are hopefully on our way to being close friends (time will tell there).


OK, next topic: jealous little bitches. I know I have always looked good on paper (my physical stats, home, salary etc) but it takes a LOT to get me to even think about committing (my ex was probably a 1-off and I am OK if I never have another boyfriend for the rest of my life). But what I noticed was while I was with him and after I broke up with him, I had all these fuck-buds of mine who were climbing over the walls to try and be my "next boyfriend". It was not at all subtle, and at times just plain awkward and catty. I got comments like, "but I'm so much better looking than him!" "You said you didn't like smokers. But I guess you don't mind crack-smokers." and one I REALLY liked, "you're so fucked-up, you can't see you need to get with ME or the NEXT guy you get with is going to really fuck you up." Out of the 6 guys who have apparently been pining for me and waiting to be my rebound, 5 are black (Trainer was the other, and that came totally unexpected), 3 of them felt so scorned and bitter they cut off communication with me , and of those 3 one just recently and cluelessly sent me a late night "sup?" which is never going to get an answer. Fucking psychos.


And to answer the question; yup, I've definitely been a randy jackrabbit. I've been hitting the gym very hard (yeah...the boy's looking good), but this round almost all my hookups have been "traditional" to date (i.e. reconnecting with my previous harem or meeting new guys online). And by that I mean getting a full range of Latin:

Flip


Asian


Mo' Latin


And white (pictures to come...they've been kinda shy).

Yes, plenty of new boning stories to go around, but I think I'll need to ease back into it. So, if you'll indulge me with a bit of time, I will try very hard to get back to entertaining you.

aaaaaaaand.....he' back

As you have guessed, from me being back, it means things did not work out with my (now) ex. I'm absolutely not going to use this as a forum to be a whiney bitch and go into all the details, since a) it would be one-sided and that isn't cool b) several of my friends read this blog and I'd prefer things to be as amicable as possible, since my ex is really going to need all the support he can get. The long story short is it didn't work out, he's now back in Southern California on what he thinks is a temporary stay until I come to my senses/ what I HOPE is a permanent stay and that he comes to HIS senses and realizes it's over. I've earned my "mother teresa" award, and now I'm done. There are definitely some loose ends we'll need to take care of and I'm hoping this will be as easy as possible...but I know it most likely won't be.

One thing I can and will say is that my ex is the best workout bud I have ever been with (10x better than any professional trainer I've ever known) and got me bigger than I've ever been (14 1/2" biceps at present). So, the boy's looking good (I definitely didn't let being in a relationship give me an excuse to slack off). And since I'd gone all this time with sex with just one person (absolutely NOT a sacrifice, but definitely different...what it lacked in creativity it made up in comfort). In fact, when I finally did come to the realization that I am free to bone who I want/when I want now, it took me a little while to get the long-ranger back in the saddle. Meaning, before I even did anything, I spent the better part of the afternoon stroking and ultimately measuring myself to see if I was "up" for it (yup, clocked in at 8 1/2" suckaz!!). Reason being, when you're only with one guy, you don't have to impress him with how big you are (it's nice, but not required), but when you're hooking up with someone new mostly on the promise that you can deliver 8"...well...I'd personally find it more than embarassing if I didn't live up to that. Thankfully, I still can.

Once I had the courage (and the schlong) up, it didn't take long to get rythm going with previous and new holes. The first was a lanky 30-something white guy with an awesome bubble-butt. When he came over to my place, he had some impish smirk on his cute blond face. I just thought "we'll see who's smirking 10 minutes from now" and led him into my boning-lair. After flopping my cock out (BOY was I ready for this!) he knelt and put it into his mouth, giving me a decent blow-job. But of course, what I was after was located in the rear, so I brought him up, slid down his jeans saw that his pics did not do him justice; this ass was one prime-A slab of bubble-butt boy-beef. You be the judge:

I suited up the long-ranger and mounted him from behind. I had gotten so used to one hole for so long that my cock immediately noticed the difference and I got even harder, expanding and stretching his hole just by being inside it. Without me even moving my body he started whimpering and moaning in pleasure. When guys whimper or whine in bed, to me it's like a signal saying I can do anything I want to them, so I pulled my dick all the way out and watched his pucker close up tight, then I poked it open again and slid the whole cock in. I did this several times until his hole couldn't take anymore and he just gave up and left it open for me (no more pucker). Now that I had his hole trained to the size of my dick, I grabbed his hips and just started ramming him, taking out all my frustration and rage from the last moth on his ass. After about 5 minutes of pounding his poor defenseless hole, I flipped him over on his back. His unimpressive dick was standing at full attention which let me know he was really enjoying this, so I lifted his legs up and pushed them close together so all I saw was his hole (whatever he did with his dick and balls on the other side was his problem, not mine) and just fucked him like a bitch. After a few minutes of that, I just let loose and started cumming, ramming my cock inside him over and over to the point I thought I was going to break my balls from slapping against hiss ass so hard. I then released my grip on his legs and saw that I either hit a bulls-eye or that he had jacked himself off (didn't really care one way or another) as there was a pool of cum on his abs.

Before I could say "who's smirking now, bitch?" he looked at me, smiling and said, "you don't remember me, do you?" I held back my instinct to be a total dick at that moment by saying something rude, instead slightly shaking my head quizically. "We fucked a couple times about 10 years ago." Then it hit me; I did remember this guy. Decent fuck back then, about the same now. I smiled and nodded in recognition (hence the smirk when he walked in). He works about 10-minutes from me, so I might keep him in the harem.

The same day, I hooked up with a BAB (buffed asian boy) I fucked last year. Not sure if he made my blog tho:

The next day was a Polish guy from SF who had been wasting my time/annoying me for months last year asking me a bunch of stupid questions to the point where I just wrote him off as one of those idiots who gets off on c-sex. But he actually called saying he had a car and was dropping a friend off at SFO and this would be a perfect time to meet up finally. I let him come over, and TOTALLY was not disappointed (well, my expectations were low to begin with I suppose). He was also blond, white, nice ass (but didn't let me take a picture). I got off 2 good rounds in him but he didn't cum once, since he said he had already jacked off before coming over (uh....whatever dude. your loss).

And finally, on Sunday I kinda went to Disneyland as well; 23 year-old blond buffed (body-builder) former-military (well...Canadian military if that counts) from Vancouver. I met him online (recently updated my pics) and I knew since he was so buffed that he could probably get anyone he wanted, so he most likely chose me because of the length of the long-ranger. The fact was he was my second fuck of the day (the first one wasn't really worth writing about...so I won't) and I really wanted to make a good impression and was worried my own insecurity would set in. It turned out my worries were unfounded. The minute he stepped in (and I figured if I could just get him into my house I'd be home free) he practically fell to his knees to nuzzle my crotch. That totally took the pressure off (well, so to speak). When I finally got him into my den-o'-dick he couldn't get my shorts off fast enough to start sucking me. I indulged him since like I said, that was my ticket into Disneyland. I noticed he REALLY liked sucking me, so I started getting more aggressive; forcing his mouth open wide and using my cock like a prod into his mouth, then slapping his face with it (he couldn't get enough). I looked down and saw his jeans had been unbuttoned at some point and he wasn't wearing underwear. As I eased him up off my dick his jeans fell down and showed he was sporting about 3" from his blond pubes. After finally getting him to bend over (he needed to suck me a few more times, so it actually started to get frustrating) I mounted him and started the bone-dance.

He was really getting into it, and I got more and more verbal, in a commanding voice asking, "who's my little cock whore?" and he'd respond softly "I am", then I'd pop my cock out of his hole and slap his ass and command, "louder, bitch!" he said, "I AM!" then I rammed my cock back in his muscle-butt. As hot as he was, I really didn't even want to look at him in the face out of fear I'd feel inferior, so I just pumped him doggie-style until I was ready to cum. I just said, "I'm getting ready to cum, dude." and banged a load out (he did too).

Afterwards, it was "clean-up" time and he was of course a very typical and polite Canadian boy, making small-talk and friendly chit-chat. So, to all of you who have written over the months, thanks for the loyalty. It's good to be back.

Too young to settle down

A very heart-filled "sup??" to everyone out there. And my apologies for not blogging sooner as I said I would. First, I have to say thank you to everyone who has been emailing me...yes, I'm doing great. But one thing that has been coming up in emails over and over is "you are too young to settle down". Considering I'm technically old enough to be a grandfather in any 3rd world country, that doesn't really make sense to me. I think the hidden message there was "you can still get sex when you want it...so why do you WANT to settle down?" And the answer is, the guy I am with is totally worth it. In the 3 months we've been together he's kicked a 15-year drug habit, become "self-aware" (i.e. that he's not the only person on the planet), "washed up" (he'd gone a decade without giving too much thought in hygiene) and rejoined the work-force in a very high-paying job. He always had it in him...he just didn't have anyone to do it for. And while there was a week after the first month he moved up here when it could have gone either way (we had a huge blow-out fight), we are now extremely close and I am the happiest I've ever been in my life. And that says a lot.

I do want to say this: my job has currently taken me to Mexico City, and while I am not partaking in any shennanigans, they are EVERYWHERE to be had. I didn't get to visit my friend at Casa Cupula in Puerto Vallarta, since I'm here on business. But since my hotel is near Metro Hidalgo, pretty much every time I walk down the street I get "the look" from 5 - 10 guys. I was almost tempted to go to Baños Minas, one of the most sleazy, dank and CRUISY baths in Mexico just for old time's sake. But angel on my shoulder reminded me of what was waiting for me back home. But hey...if anyone else wants to go, I would HIGHLY recommend it. And Mexico is not at all as dangerous or unhealthy as the papers make it out to be. Anyway, since I'm not going to write about the INCREDIBLE sex I get to have now with my bestest bud, I'll wrap up here. I hope the best for everyone and will try to drop in from time to time.

checking in...

Just a quick thanks to all of your for your emails and support. I'll be post again in more detail probably early May. Till then, hang tight and be well...

Medium...

...was one of my favorite shows on TV. I'm not a die-hard or anything (to any show) but I enjoyed it for some reason. A few weeks back, as I was watching the episode, I saw one of the main characters killed-off, and I thought "here we go, one of their many weekly plot-twists". But as the episode went on, the character was still dead and to my surprise, it was due to the fact that this was the "Medium" series finale. While caught off guard, in the end I was at the same time happy the writers and producers respected their viewers enough to give us a nice wrap-up and finish. Well...

A couple weekends ago I went back down to LA to see my ex again. I rented a hotel room in the Embassy suites, which had significance for us since that was where he took me at age 19...and the first time we had sex (and I had sex with a guy). Unlike the time he spent up here at the begining of last month, this visit was much more grounded (no emotional roller-coaster) but also extremely intense and for lack of a better word, awesome. We both realized 15+ years ago that we made an extremely painful decision based on misplaced pride, insecurities and misunderstandings which as adults, seemed less than meaningless. We also both took responsibility for what we have done, what we failed to do, and for at times taking our misery out on each other, and others around us for the fact that we were not together. We both have since lived incredibly full lives, complete with ups and downs (his has arguably taken the farthest turn down) and yet still find more of a connection based on who we are now than when we knew each other in more innocent times. And I guess most importantly, despite all the barriers and obstacles, the biggest being his drug problem (he's currently in therapy for it, finally) the attraction, passion and balls-out love we feel for each other is just overwhelming.

I brought him back up here for Valentine's weekend (yes...cheesy) and rather than bore you the 72-hours of intense passion, romanticism and overall good-times, I'll just leave it at we are what I would say is officially a couple. We still have to talk through some things and there is a very uneasy road ahead, but some things in life are absolutely worth the struggle. So, my good and dear readers, with a heavy heart, but an optimistic eye to the future, this will be my last post on this blog for the foreseeable future. I never thought twice about posting about my sexual exploits with random fucks or my harem, but this relationship is so incredibly intimate and obscenely romantic and hot that I just can't shake the feeling it would be a betrayal to post about it (plus, there are many other "relationship" blogs; the web doesn't need one more). I thank you all for reading my rants over the years (FIVE FREAKIN' YEARS!) and sincerely wish all of you the best life has to offer, in and out of bed (or bathroom, forrest, rest-stop, porn-theater etc). And don't be affraid to reach out if you ever need to.

Since I won't be doing any random boning for awhile (and you may find surprising, I'm very addicted to monogomy when the chemistry is right...and you'll just have to take my work on this one) I won't be able to end this with some fresh new hole pics. And I thought one of those sappy montage endings was way beneath you. So, I'll just end with a very appropriate song:



Suave Knight out.