Deal-Breakers

Yes, I did it again: I went back to the underwear party. AND I learned a valuable lesson: never go to one less than 1 month in between the last one as they only get about 1/3 the amount of people to show up. I ended up fucking this nice 20-something dark-skin latin dude in a stall in the bathroom (both of us came in about 5 mins, then I threw the profo in the toilet and set out to see who else was worth having a look at). About 1 hour later I fucked another leather dude there, but nothing worth writing home about, so I didn't even bother cumming; just pulled out, smiled and peeled the profo off my dick into the toilet and left. Now, here's where it gets hot; as I was exiting that stall, the same dude I fucked earlier was heading into a stall at the end of the row with another younger hotter light-skin latin kid. I casually entered the vacant stall next to them, sat on the toilet and looked at the ground to see what was going on. At first their feet were toe-to-toe, so they were most likely making out. After a few minutes, I saw the dark-skin dude's knees come down (he was giving the other dude a blow-job). This went on for awhile, until the knees came up, then the other dude's knees came down (now HE was blowing the dark-skin dude). This lasted for a couple minutes, till I saw the dark-skin guy's shoes turn around (the light-skin guy was eating the other guy's hole... NOW it was getting interesting). A few more minutes, then the knees went up, and moments later I started hearing some grunts and sligh slapping noises. I let that go on for about a minute, then quietly got up to stand on the toilet and lean over to see: the light-skin dude was fucking the dark-skin dude with full force; this looked like a very rough fuck. I caught the eye of the dark-skin dude and he gave me this look of surprise, then total longing at the realization of what might happen, like a dog that wants to be let in the house. I smirked and signaled for him to unlock the stall. He casually leaned over and unlocked it; and before the other dude knew what happened I was right in there next to him watching him roughly fucking the dark-skin dude.

What I REALLY wanted to do was fuck the light-skin dude while he did the dark-skin dude (I had already been in there). I started massaging the light-skin dude's hole, which he didn't appreciate at all (he was pretty drunk as well, but not drunk enough that I could force myself on him without a struggle). Also, by the way he was fucking the other dude, he gave me the impression that he was probably a "weekend gay", so I didn't want to be a dick and spoil the mood, and instead started massaging his neck and shoulders while he pumped the other dude. After a few minutes, he finally needed to catch his breath and pulled out; he had been barebacking the dark-skin dude and had a fat uncut dick wet and shiney from butt-juice. Without missing a beat, I pulled out a profo from my sock, suited up, and slipped back inside the dark-skin dude's butt-hole. I immediatly noticed his grunts were now more like whimpers and moans; more like really enjoying it rather than just taking it like a good boy. I started getting a good rythm going and turned to the light-skin dude next to me and said, "see? this is how you fuck a butt". He smiled and said, "hot." After a few minutes of him watching intently, I felt my balls start churning. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, I grabbed the dark-skin dudes waist with one arm, and his shoulder with my other and started pounding hard, pumping a load out. As I started slowing down and breathing heavy while my dick drained, the dark-skin dude said, "wait, don't stop! I want to cum" and began jacking his dick. I said, "don't worry..." then abruptly slipped my cock out and positioned the other dude behind him, "...you have your second string right here." The other dude didn't miss a cue, and slipped his bare cock back inside and continued his rough fuck as I exited the stall. I spent the next few minutes cleaning up in the sink and heard all the grunting and fumbling; the light-skin dude probably had a whisky dick and this would last a lot longer than I cared to stick around for.

OK, earlier in the week I got to bone a HOT 32-year-old buffed red-head dude (Yes! Red-heads; the cadilac of pubes!!!) While I'm an equal opportunity bone-master, anyone who knows me (or follows this blog) understands I have a major soft-spot for red-heads, especially because they usually come with light-skin and pink holes. And this guy being ripped and absolutely hot was just too good to be true. Unfortunately, he lives 45 mins away, which in the gay world might as well be transcontinental. So, hopefully I'll see (bone) him again, but it might not happen.


OK, now a topic some of you might not want to stick around for: Deal-breakers (caution: leave NOW if you don't want to read something graphic). A couple-days after I hooked up with the red-head, a 20-year-old Latin kid I'd been talking to for a week or so (and thought we really hit it off) said he wanted to come over. When he arrived, he was so hot (like a younger, darker, goatee'd version of Eric Bana) that I actually felt pangs of insecurity because...well, of anything. I invited him in and didn't really get a hesitant vibe from him other than the typical nervousness so we made it into my boning-laire. We started with some heavy-petting, and little-by little the clothes came off to reveal he had a long 7" uncut dick (more insecurity!!! What if the long-ranger can't make it to 8"??? Deep breaths...calm blue ocean...) Then the kid started kissing my pecs, which really made all my anxiety go away. When my hands rubbed his back, then made their way down to his bubble-butt, the long ranger was at full attention...so, yeah : ) He stroked me for a bit, then I moved behind him and tried to push him over my bed...but he resisted. "Uh-oh...now it starts" I thought. I whispered, "relax dude. I want to make your butt feel good." He responded, "I know you will. I'm down for you to fuck me if you want." I smiled, "Oh, we're definitely gonna fuck dude. I just want to get your hole nice and wet for it so you'll be relaxed." Now he was getting nervous, and replied, "I'm not clean enough for that today. But we can fuck if you're down. If not it's coo." Not wanting to miss the opportunity, like a dumb highschool virgin I fumbled for a profo in the pocket of the sweats on the floor and suited up the long-ranger. The kid grabbed it and standing up, guided it in slowly, but completely while standing upright.

OK...I'm not stupid or naive; I knew something was up. But DAYUM it felt good inside this kid's bubble-butt!! I started slow at first just kind of gyrating my dick around in him (really all I could do with him standing upright in front of me). Then as I started getting an in-and-out rythm going he started loosening up and getting into it (his long hard 7" dick was leaking like a fawcet). At one point, I finally bent him over the bed as I started pumping harder. I grabbed his butt-cheeks to spread them and let every inch of my cock in...and that's when I saw it--anal warts all around his hole. I didn't want to be a dick about it, so I just kept pumping like nothing was wrong and just focused on getting my rocks off. In about a minute, I commanded, "grab your cock dude, I'm gonna blow!" He did as commanded and started jacking off his dick while I pumped my load out. Then quicker than you can say, "wheredjago?" I was out of him and in the bathroom scrubbing my cock off in the sink. About 5 mins later I came back and he was lying on the bed naked. "You need to wash up?" I asked. "Nah, it's coo" he said as he rubbed his crotch and hands with the cum rag I left by the bed. Aaaaand, this is why he has anal warts. We chatted for a few minutes, and it turned out he had taken the bus over, so I offered to give him a ride back home (less than 2 miles away). After I dropped him at his appartment complex, he said, "so...you have my number. Call me, OK?" And, well....that was not going to happen. This kid was hot in every way shape and form; hot body, face, demeanor and huge cock/bubble-butt. And the anal warts were OK finding out during sex, but not OK for a repeat. But I didn't want to be a dick. I figured he was probably caught up in the moment and like most 20-year-old would succumb to ADD in an hour or so and forget all about me, so I replied, "sure thing li'l bro. But you have my number too."

Bottom line; I have few deal-breakers, but they are very solid; no flaking, no flaming, no sparking, no flabby asses...and no anal warts. Other than that...

Orlando...for the last time

Just getting back from Orlando, and I am completely underwhelmed. The party I had planned didn’t happen, mostly because my flight was delayed, so by the time I got into town/into my hotel to send the email with the room #, it was just 1 hour prior and everyone made other plans. One guy did show up; a hot (but a little too hairy for my usual taste) lanky Guido. He was kinda disappointed there was no party, but was still very eager for me to fuck him—which I did, twice. We spent a couple hours total together and seemed to hit it off; when I told him I was in town for a few more days he suggested we should hang again and maybe do dinner. I said I’d be up for it and we made plans for the next eve. I called the next day and left 2 messages (one in the morning and one in the eve) but never heard back. The next day I got an email saying “sorry, had a bad day yesterday. U still in town?” Fuck that; my “no flake” rule is strictly in place, especially when there are so many other opportunities to be had. And I did partake a couple more times, but really nothing to write home about. From talking to other people in Orlando (as well as my own experience to date) what I’m noticing is a) Orlando guys are 9’s on the flakey spectrum b) a disproportionate amount of them tend to be on prozak/Zoloft/depression medication c) they tend to complain about how bad things are in Orlando. The kid I met years back is no exception, and I didn’t even bother looking him up/letting him know I was heading out there this time. Plus, for some reason EVERY time I head to Florida (Mexico too) I get extremely bloated and it takes me 3 days to shake it. In short: I’ll be happy if I don’t ever make it back to Florida, especially Orlando. Been there, tapped that.

Speaking of which, before I left for Orlando, I did get to pump a very nice bubble-butt bottom; he's 40, body-builder but white-collar professional type who's also "partnered" (yeah...whatever). He was an awesome fuck; liked it slightly rough so I got to do whatever I wanted with him. And hey...you guys gotta give me mad props for all the "meat basked" shots I've been putting up these days : )

Im still hella jet-lagged, so this is gonna be a short post. So, to wrap, here’s a photo-shoot (meaning I took photos, then the long-ranger got to shoot) of my long-time friend (and fuck-bud) Muff-diver. He has one of the nicest asses on the planet (former dancer), but you be the judge. If anyone is in the Northern California area and wants to tap that, let me know as he’s VERY versatile and has the right equipment for top and bottom sex.

A Good Start

Back in the US now after a not-so-fun trip over the holidays (family drama, as many of you probably experience yourselves, so not going to bore you with someone else's). On my way back to the US, I did get a stop-over in London, and stayed at a shitty hotel near Clapham Common just so I could walk over for some boning whenever I wanted throughout the night...and I got 3 pieces of ass (2 mediocre, but one TOP Quality).

The week I got back, I decided to go to the Underwear party in SF since I hadn't been in over a year. So...here's the thing: I fucked 3 guys there, ALL hot...but it took me all night. The first dude was some 30-something "twink", meaning he said he was 21, which he obviously was not, so he was either drugged-out beyond his ability to distinguish reality or just living on another planet or both. Still, he was hot and told me by chance he'd be at the party and I should look for him and just guide him by the hand someplace dark and fuck him. I did find him, and tried to take him somewhere, but he started giggling and said, "It's too early. I'm not ready yet. Maybe later." Now, it's not that this guy was overwhelmingly hot or anything; tall, lanky, nice ass in a jockstrap, but I felt like I was owed his ass for some reason. And as much of tweaker as he was, I knew someone else would get to him eventually and I was determined not to be the beneficiary of sloppy seconds. So, I casually followed him at a distance like a stealthy predator until about 1/2 hour later he was locking lips with some equally twinky looking guy in the corner (who I could guarantee was not packing the 8" gift I had in my speedos). I watched as their heavy-petting got gropey, and at that moment the long-ranger took over-- I wrapped-up got right behind the tall twink, and just positioned my cock at his hole. He didn't struggle or push me away, so I pushed harder, then it just popped in. He was standing straight up lip-wrestling with the other dude, so I couldn't even bend him over. But I was so horned up I didn't care and just fucked him right there only to get my dick off...which I did in probably less than a minute. After that I just pulled out, threw the condom in the corner and walked away to wash in the bathroom. The punch-line is he passed-by me a couple more times and with a huge grin asked, "when are you gonna fuck me again?" I just smiled the first time, and scowled and rolled my eyes the second (there were much better opportunities afoot now). I ended up fucking a VERY cute blond kid with a 7"+ uncut dick in the bathroom, and a bubble-butt black bottom with some butt-out underwear (a few guys were wearing those at the party; they look kind of like wrestling singlets with the ass cut out. kinda odd-looking).

I arrived at the party at 11 and fucked the blond kid at 3:00am, so I had spent 4 hours there. It made me wonder; is this really the best investment of my time if the real reason I'm there is to get laid? Anyway, I was half-tempted to bring my phone to the event just to snap some pics, but thought better of it. So, here are my first attempts at the "fruit-basket" shots of the dudes I've fucked since I been back home (I know I'm not very good at it, but hopefully I'll get better):

This last dude was a 20-something kid I met on facebook and had fucked once last year (he was in a "committed relationship", yet I was lucky enough to bag him). He finally let me fuck him again this week, and did NOT disappoint. You can't really tell, but he has an incredible bubble-butt. His hole fits my cock like a glove in every respect. He also likes it rough, so I gave him a very long spanking before mounting him from behind and prison-raping him. I told him I wanted to cum while fucking him missionary, and he just looked at me with huge cute brown puppy-dog eyes and said, "you don't have to tell me, just take it". And...I did. As you can tell, he has a very big dick on him (fatter than mine, but I still have an inch over him). So, enjoy this first post of the year. This coming weekend I'll be back in Orlando. Not planning on hooking up with the Puertorican kid tho as I'll most likely be hosting a small group/orgy of my own and get some more fresh meat. Will be catching up soon...

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.