Deep inside my head

Here's a weird story that I need to start out by saying I'm seriously NOT an obsessive type person. About 6 years ago now (DAYUM! time is going by) I worked with a guy that I thought was totally cool to hang around; tall, masculine, dark-hair/goatee, laid-back and sligthly techie-geeky (like a MUCH better looking David Arquette)...I'll call him "Loozer". He'd flirt with me from time to time, but I'm a major flirt with both men and women around the office, so I just took it in stride. Even though I have pretty good gaydar, I thought in his case that was just wishful thinking. One Saturday morning I was online on a site I no longer frequent and got messaged by someone I had been talking to for literally years, but we never hooked up. This time he was very serious about it, and gave me his phone so I could get directions. When I called him, there was something about his voice that was familiar, and just then it dawned on me that it was indeed Loozer. He didn't know it was me, and I panicked and said it's not going to work and hung up.

The next week at work I approached him a few times and asked if he wanted to grab dinner and some beers and we set plans for later that week. Long story short, we had what was to me the perfect evening; dinner, cool hang-out conversation, back to my place for some weird animation videos (we were both into that), then as he was leaving, we had a few long moments by my front door, until finally I grabbed him and planted a LONG kiss on his lips. Then I looked deeply into his eyes and said, "Just think about it, man." His eyes were wide open then he snickered and said, "straaaaaaaaange" and shook his head and walked away. Thus began a 1-year long brain-fuck which actually and admittedly became an obsession on my part. Long story short, I never got anywhere with him and it turned out the reason was because he was only into guys when he was high on drugs and alcohol (which finally got him fired). In other words, whatever I thought might have been with this guy was all in my head.

Why am I mentioning this? This evening I was at the gym doing free-weights/curls and listening to some music during my workout. Unfortunately, my mind was wondering and it suddenly dawned on me that I was begining to do some steps in a very "ethnic" dance because I was so into the music playing in my earbuds. I caught myself and took a quick, casual glance around to see if anyone was paying attention or saw me. And there was the Greek kid with a huge smile on his face. He walked over and greeted me, and I made small talk, telling him I was leaving for Orlando tomorrow morning. Long story short, I ended up walking him to the car-garage and fucking him right in the stairwell on the way down. Neither of us took our clothes off: just his sweats pulled down past his ass and my cock sticking out of my gym-shorts pounding it from behind.

If there is a moral here (and I'm not convinced there is, since this post may just be a random stream of consciousness) I guess it's that I need to recognize when I'm too deep inside my head. Whether that's overthinking situations in life or just disconnecting to people around me. Why? So that I don't miss any opportunities, or obsess over opportunities I perceive I may have missed. Anyway, Hill is coming over in a few to spend the night then take me to the airport tomorrow morning. He'll be good for another fuck, so gotta save up my energy before bed-time.

And now, for no particular reason, here is a video which sums up why I like the state of New Jersey:

Going to Disneyland...part II

As predicted, things have been settling down at my gym now that all those posers' "new year's resolutions" have dissolved into wishful thinking. I actually thought about hanging around for a steam and possible cruising. But as I was working out, Hill callled me and said he'd be passing through on his way back from SFO to Sacramento. Knowing a bird in the hand is better than being left with my dick in my hand, I told him to head over to my place and decided to skip the steamroom. Hill is consistently a hot fuck, and this time did not disappoint. The only drawback was when I finished, I had to keep fucking him another 3 or so minutes afterwards (pretending to enjoy it) until he came. Cuz that's the kind of stud I am (actually, it's all about repeat customers...gotta keep your bottoms happy).

Saturday, I had a lot of domestic catch-up to do, but sk8er was hitting me up all day saying he wanted to come over. I thought that would be good timing; I don't really have to give him my A-game, but could get off a couple rounds in him and could slot him in whenever. But it turned out between my errands and his lack of commitment pinning down an exact time, we never coordinated, which left me getting more and more horny (gotta maximize the fucking during the weekend). So, around the afternoon I got hit up by an 18-year-old white kid who looks VERY much like Haley Joe Osment (I'll call him Haley). He seemed very flighty, and of course wanted to see many more pictures than the 5 that are already in my profile, so I just started ignoring him. He started pleading with me telling me he was "for real", so I finally gave him my number. A couple hours later he finally called, and sounded like a typical Kali-kid; kinda dumb, not a lot of substance, but very chill and non-toxic. There was still a lot of "um....." and hesitation in his voice as we spoke, so I wasn't banking on him coming over. But sure enough...

When he showed up (after getting lost) he looked exactly like his pics, but definitely looked a LOT younger in person (5'11" lanky and way boyish). In person he wasn't as hesitant though and in fact cocky in demeanor, so it didn't take much to get him to my boning-lair. The first thing I did was to take off my shirt to assert my ego over his (he was SO cute, but like I said, lanky and cut/toned; not muscular). He immediately went for my pecs, then kissed my abs. Good : ) Next, I took his hand to cup my cock which was growing in my jeans. He started rubbing it and eased it out of my fly and stroked it. I pulled down his baggy shorts and underwear to reveal a NICE ass; not quite bubble-butt, but close. His body was hairless above the waist, with only some slight pubes and butt hair that rose from his legs. I bent him over and dove in to take a closer look, and spent a good 5 minutes or so tonguing his pink hole. This got the long-ranger to full mast, so I walked around and told him to put it in his mouth, which he did.

After I let him suck me for a bit, I said, "so, remember what we talked about? I want to fuck." He nodded and added, "we can try it. Like I said, I tried it a couple times before but I'm not very good at it." I nodded in understanding, suited up, then mounted him from behind. I slipped my cock in him inch by inch, stopping after the first few to let him adjust, then sliding it in more. When I got the whole thing in, I gently rocked my hips and asked if he was OK. He was. I started getting more and more agressive, but he put out his hand to signal me to stop, and I took his lead and slowed down. I thought we should go to round 2 so I flipped him on his back and started to do him missionary. This got him really hot, and he asked, "do you kiss?" I looked him square in the eye and said flattly, "no". Then I started fucking him rythmically and kissing his neck, ears and jaw, until I made it to his mouth and planted a huge tongue-filled kiss into him. I rarely kiss, but DAYUM, I knew I was going to Disneyland, so the least I could do was say thank you for the ride.

I told him I was getting close and asked how HE wanted to cum. He asked how I wanted him to cum, so I said, "I want you to cum with me inside you. Let me get my dick off, then we'll worry about you." and with that I pounded his boy-pussy until I shot my load (NICE orgasm). His dick wasn't big (about 5" for such a tall guy) but was rock-hard, so I felt generous and started stroking him. About a minute later he was shooting in my hand while I rocked my dick in and out of him. I slowly pulled out of him then went to wash up briefly then lay down next to him again and asked, "So, you ready for round 2?" He smiled and said, "I'm actually driving up to SF to meet some friends so I probably should get going in a few." Well, we started talking and "a few" turned into about 20 minutes. He was asking me if I was "bi" and how I learned to fuck so well, and that he really wanted to learn because he still likes fucking women. He also asked me if I knew any women I could bring over to have a 3-way with sometime.

I was having a good time playing big-bro to him, stroking his ego and giving him some sexual annectdotes. Before long, he was rock hard again and said, "well...if you want to fuck me again I'd let you." That was all it took, and this time I rolled him on his stomach and started doing it to him prison style. He was REALLY enjoying it like this and we each got another round off. When we were done, he said, "OK, now I REALLY need to go" and he went to the bathroom to wash off. Curiosity got the best of me, and I quickly grabbed his wallet out of his shorts to look at his driver's license. And...uh...yeeeeah, let's say he was 18....

As he left, he asked if he could come back sometime during the week. And while I REALLY would like to see him again (it was SO HOT!) I think one trip to Disneyland with him is the best way to go. At least until July-- then we can go as many times as he wants....

Jockstrap

Since I promised assorted friends/relatives/well-wishers that I'd meet them in SF for the King Tut exhibit (don't bother; they only have about half the stuff they used to show) I thought I'd "optimize" my time up there by getting in some weekend boning. And not to be a hater, but since there are probably 1000 times more gay guys up in SF than where I live (no exageration) I was really hoping to score a blond, red-head, or just a plain white guy, since 9 out of 10 hookups are usually with Asians or Latins (once again, NOT hating, just needing some variety here). Unfortunately, in the online gay world of SF, most white guys are also into some very kinky/extreme shit, tweakers, or just plain flakes. Case in point: I was chatting with a guy who's pics definitely fit the bill of what I was looking for, said he was up for what I was into, had a very masculine sounding voice when we talked on the phone (a requisite), and just when I thought we were gonna seal the deal, he says, "just to let you know, I might not be up for getting fucked. But definitely up for some butt-worship, sniffing, dog-licks...that sorta thing." *click*

I ended up narrowing it down to two candidates; a buffed Filipino dude who BEGGED me to come over and fuck him, and a buffed Mexican Military dude. I thought, if I plan it right, I can do them both; one before and one after the exhibit. I ended up going to the Filipino guy's flat first. He was shorter, but had a buffed body (no bubble-butt tho, but it was still nice a nice hole). The thing was, after we got our clothes off, he kept on a blue jockstrap. Now, I've had this chat with a number of bottoms as I was curious as to why some where a jockstrap. I've been told (and tend to agree) that when guys keep the jockstrap on, it's because they don't want you to focus on their dick at all, and it's like letting you know they're all about your cock in their hole. Since I got the "butt signal", I was feeling kinda greedy and ended up fucking him twice, just because I could. While I never saw his halloween-candy-sized dick outside of his jockstrap, it was hard and leaking the entire time. But the second time he was having issues and I could tell he was uncomfortable so I didn't cum.

After the Tut exhibit and subsequent trip to the Gelateria I spoke about before (this time I had jackfruit...YUMMO!) everyone went their separate ways, leaving me free to dial-a-fuck. I started on the Military Mexican dude. The call went to his voicemail, and he had a very thick wet-back accent, which for some reason REALLY turned me off. I guess it was because he said he lived up here all his life and just got out of the marines. So, could be...but doubtful. Either way, wasn't into it. I started dialing the next guy on my list, when Hill calls me, saying he's flying through SFO and has a layover on his way to Ft Lauderdale to watch the Superbowl (FYI, I really have no horse in this year's race). He came over late afternoon and for some reason we were both really tired (him from flying, me from walking all day). We ended up agreeing we could both use an evening nap and got into bed in the cuddle position. After about an hour of dozing in and out, I realized my dick was rock-hard again, and Hill's bubble-butt ass was RIGHT THERE...so what was I waiting for? Even though Hill was asleep, I suited up, got some lube out and just slide inside him. He woke up with a whiney moan of delight and spread his cheeks open with his hands. I just started pounding, then pulled out took some pics (you're welcome) then started in again. Like clockwork, just as I was pounding his boy-pussy on the home stretch, he started jerking his python cock and we both ended up cumming like wildcats. Feeling benevolent, I got the cum-rag out, wiped him up, then pulled the covers back over him so he could sleep some more (and he did).

Tomorrow may be a workout with Sven, which is always great since he's one of the best guys to workout with: masculine ("come on dude, my gramma could lift more than that), challenging ("OK, this time try 12 reps if you think it's so easy") and knowledgeble ("you know, weightlifting was actually invented by the ancient Spartans"). Why am I hyperfixating on weightlifting this week you may ask? Underwear party, BABY! There are actually 2 of them next week, and I'm at least going to one. Stay tuned.

Back from PV

Back from Mexico, and I can say wholeheartedly that it was a freakin' BLAST. My first day heading down to Mexico City started off with a tedious plane-ride surrounded by loud, tasteless trailer trash (I'm talking major obese, tattoo-wearing, biker driving, rat shooting whiskey tango). When I finally arrived, I got to spend some time with old friends I hadn't seen in 5 years. I was really blown away in that Mexico City used to be such an incredibly sexually charged city; you'd see couples kissing, hanging-off each other everywhere. But I guess the whole H1N1 thing really took its toll. There were a few metro stations which had entire platforms full of gay guys cruising. But I only saw a few guys here and there. I did manage to get laid by a guy I had met on the internet by "booking ahead". Nothing too memorable there tho.

While the plane ride from Mexico City to Puerto Vallarta was only 1 hour, I was saddened to see the same trailer trash I had arrived with was going to Puerto Vallarta. But luckily, they would be nowhere in site where I was going. I was picked up at the airport by Ricky and glad to see the boy was doing VERY WELL and almost hadn't aged a bit in 10 years. I stayed in his resort and can't recommend that enough (it's Casa Cupula if anyone wants to know). The hotel was full of gay guys ranging from buffed frat boys to old NYC queens, but they were all rested and happy to be there. My impressions of Puerto Vallarta are this; I never knew there was such a gay corner of Mexico. I'm talking rainbow flags, guys kissing on the beach etc. It was a real shock to me. The down side is there is a prevalent mercenary atmosphere and relationship going on between Americans and Mexicans there. For instance, Ricky constantly had a throng of young Mexican boys around him vying for his attention. In fact, there was a pretty marked caste system going on there; Americans who lived there were at the top (they could offer housing, employment et), Americans who were visiting were next on the rung (they could offer a night out, money, a job abroad), Mexicans who had a job were the next to last (they could offer an introduction to their employer) and the bottom were Mexicans who had no job. Unfortunately, the Americans relished in/perpetuated this system since it's not based on how hot you are but the potential you have to offer which creates a very shallow and superficial environment overall. I got laid once the entire trip at the Golds gym (yup, just as gay there as it is here). But to be perfectly honest I really didn't miss not having sex since I was on sensory overload with good food, good company (Rickie and some other choice contacts), good surroundings and non-stop social activity (dinner parties, bars, gym, beach and occasional volunteer work). All in all, I would HIGHLY recommend Puerto Vallarta, possibly the gayest place south of the US. And Casa Cupula for anyone who wants to experience luxury at Ramada Inn prices.

When I got back to the US, I pretty much made up for all the lack of sex; Steel came over and I got to fuck him like an animal. Then I went to a "night-before-halloween" party dressed as a soccer player and met a guy dressed as a rugby player. He was white, smooth, early 30's, tall and had a high-and-tight haircut. We'd been talking for about 20 minutes when I suddenly popped a very noticeable boner through my shorts. The guy noticed and smiled and said, "I guess you're not wearing a jock-strap." I was feeling just too randy to care so I stepped closer to him and put my hands on his ass and replied, "Nope, I guess you're not either." I looked around and saw none of the other guests were watching us, so I pulled him into the host's bedroom. Within 5 minutes I was inside him and fucking his white bubble-butt doggie-style over the bed. He took it like a champ and let me do whatever I wanted. I finally flipped him missionary style and fucked him until I came. I think he was too drunk to cum, but he definitely enjoyed it.

Then today I met Sven at the gym as he was on his way to a Halloween Haunted House he helps out at. He worked out, but I was just moral support more than anything as I just didn't have the energy. After he left, I hit the shower and although there was one troll in the vicinity, I ended up fucking a 20-something slender Greek guy with a long uncut dick in the sauna. Unfortunately in typical Greek fashion, he was too eager to get his butt fucked and ended up cumming within about a minute, leaving me with a blue balls (it takes me at LEAST 3 minutes to get from soft to spurt). But undaunted, I remembered Hill was coming over as he was on his way to SFO flying out to Bangkok. I waited patiently until I thought he'd be a no-show, which is totally unlike him. But he finally called and said he's running late but wanted to stop by anyway to say good-by. When he got here, I opened the door, and he came in. I just closed it behind him and started undoing his pants, which made him laugh, "what are you doing? We don't have time." I said, "yeah, we do. Just take it like a good boy and you'll have something to remember on the plane." I turned him around, flipped my dick out of my underwear, suited-up and spit on my dick, then eased the long-ranger in his butt-hole as he arched his back to spread open his pucker. It took about a minute to get my whole schlong into his butt, but once we got it in, he let me pump him NICE and HARD against my front door. We both came within 5 minutes (which left me to wipe up the door after he left).

Ahhhhhhhh, there's no place like home.

Lord of the Rings

Lately I've noticed more and more guys I hook up with have large dicks (easy examples are Sven and Hill). And it's not that I care one way or another, since I'm a total ass-man and 80% of the time I'm with a guy I never even touch their dick (unless you count it rubbing against my abs while I'm fucking missionary). But even the new guys I'm meeting up with these days have 8"+ in their profiles (and believe me, you don't need to get a decoder ring to know that a profile that says 29 y/o, 170lbs with 8" normally means 35 y/o, 185lbs with 6"). But lo' and behold, some guys are coming over with pretty massive meat between the legs, which to be honest sometimes challenges my own security in bed, since most of the time I can count on being the "bigger man". But lately I get the sense that more and more the long-ranger doesn't ride as tall as he should when coming out of the corral. So, since I always put I'm 8" in my profiles, I wanted to keep myself honest and got out the tape-measure and hand-lotion this weekend to confirm it. After about 20 minutes of serious tugging and stroking, I can indeed confirm that the long-ranger stood erect at a massive, beautiful and awesome looking 8 1/2 ". However, I'm also well aware of the energy, time and attention it took to get the blood pumping to that level. So, only a very lucky few will most likely experience that extra 1/2", therefore I'm keeping my profile at 8" (the extra 1/2" will be a bonus).

This leads me to my next story: since I got back from Europe early this summer I'd been hooking up with a 20-something Mexican-Cuban dude who puts 8 1/2" in his profile and who looks like an even "stonier" Wilmer Valderrama, so I'll call him "Will". Will is a pretty no-nonesense fuck, meaning he comes over, few words are exchanged as we head back to my "fuck den", he starts sucking me, I get his hole wet, we fuck, roll credits. This time when he came over, two things were different; my cock was way huge and full since I had been doing my stroke-marathon without actually cumming, and Will was stoned more than an israelite adulteress. True to form, the first thing he did was pull down my pants and start slobbering all over my cock. It was almost like he was in a dreamland and honestly it didn't seem like he would ever stop until I pulled him up from my schlong. I literally had to hold him up with my arms as he was pretty wasted. But that didn't stop his cock from being hard as a rock, so just for kicks and giggles I rubbed mine against his to compare; his points down like Hill's and it is definitely big- but mine was bigger. So, maybe Will is 8 1/2" on a good day, just like I am. I'm feeling generous so I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.

Anyway, because of Will's impared state, I knew I could pretty much do whatever I wanted to him, so I threw him on my bed like a rag doll and opened up his ass with my hands and burried my face inside. Will was moaning like crazy and usually, the next step is to suit-up and put on whatever lube he brought over. This time we skipped the lube and just used my own spit, which I prefer and always works well for me. He bucked and tried to resist but he just wasn't any match for my libido, when I burried my cock in him from behind. Will always makes whiney noises and monosyllabic words like he's in pain while we fuck (like "Ouch! "fuck!" "Damn!") but his stiff dick always let's me know he's enjoying it. After about 5 minutes of pumping him with slow, steady strokes from behind and then on top, I flipped him over missionary and said, "Now open your legs up and relax." He did, and I slid my cock further inside him until "Pop!" I opened up that inner ring. I LOVE when my cock pops that inner cherry, but a lot of guys are either already open irrepairably from being fucked too often or they are just not relaxed enough to open, which means my cock keeps bumping up against it when I get in there deep. But boy does it does it feel good when it gets opened (all the tops with 7" + in da house know what I'm talkin' bout??). I thought it was about time to work my magic so I started pumping Will missionary, and he was groaning and throwing his head back and forth, then grabbing my ass to push me inside him harder. Finally, I just let go and blew a HUGE load (all that "fluffing" I did earlier without cumming made me have an orgasm so intense it hurt the back of my eyes), and Will grabbed his cock and started spewing the second his hand touched it.

Will is a man of few words and always wants to leave immediately after he cums, and this time was no different. But he messaged me after he got home and said how hot it was and that next time maybe we can hang out. So, I guess in the place of having a steady fuck-bud or dare I even say, a boyfriend, my caste of regulars, namely Luberjack, Steel, Trainer, Hill, Squid, and a couple other steadies have been keeping my balls empty. This is good, since I don't think I've been a day without sex in weeks. Also, I finally got an email from Longbone (hadn't heard from him since out hook-up when I first got back to the US) saying he's been really busy but we should meet sometime soon.

Lastly, in lieu of some hot ass pics (coming very soon), a bit o' culture...

Emails and some Q&A

Firstly, I fully realize that in the 70's, everyone who was anyone got their own variety show. In the 80's they got their own sit-com, then in the 90's their own talk-show, and in the 00's their own reality show. In between, everyone else who's...well, got a pulse has done their own porn. Since I've been on this site I've gotten a good number of emails; but three separate ones from guys asking me to do porn. I truly believe there is already enough porn out there for ANY taste, even showing out of shape guys with very small dicks who are so ugly they need to wear masks yet somehow convince themselves that this is the way they should be making a living (*cough*). So, to all the well-wishers out there and all the guys who have a nice ass and want to try out the long ranger, keep those emails coming. But the porn thing is not going to happen.

On to some fucking: Hill finally got back from his travels and came back to my place for a repeat. I told the boy from the begining that this time he needed to let me get two loads off in him, and he smiled and nodded. And that's just what I did (he came right after I did the second time). This time, as he was getting ready to leave he said, "This time was just as good as the first time. I thought it might have been a fluke." "Yup, I agree," I responded back, pulling up my sweats. I'd definitely tap that ass on a regular basis, but I know he doesn't have a regular travel schedule, so I'll just have to settle for what I can get.

OK, now back to porn. I think I've said this before, but I'm really not into porn at all. Whenever I need to get aroused, I just think back to a scene from my own boning adventures There's really only one fantasy I haven't fulfilled yet, and maybe that will come some day (it involves about 5 guys bent over on a couch and me fucking their holes down the line, then deciding which one feels best and going back to it to finish up). I can think of about 5 different guys I've fucked who have been "porn stars", meaning they actually made their living at it at one point from some known porn studio. But don't ask me their "porn names" or even what films they've been in, since I've never seen them (I can count on two hands how many porn videos I've seen). But the other day, a friend of mine sent me a link to a video and said I'd recognize one of the guys in it. I watched it for a bit and didn't recognize anyone until the second scene in, where this white, 20-something (then) guy with a decent body and crew cut began to get gang-banged bareback by mostly muscular, older obviously HIV+ guys. They were abusing this boy's anus (and it really showed) like the new meat in prison. They were doing things to this boy that I really can't even imagine, let alone write down. And the thing is, I had fucked him on 3 separate ocasions (doing the math, around 4 years after the video was filmed). My friend knew him as this guy worked with him at one point (the boy was working in SF at some non-profit while studying to be a psychologist). The video was pretty low budget and obviously catered to people wanting to watch bareback porn. It floored me seeing him in it because a) he's OK looking, not great looking and b) didn't at all seem like the type of guy who would let people do anything they wanted like that to him (for money or otherwise). When we met, he said he was HIV- but after seeing him in that video there is just NO FUCKING WAY (lesson to life here; people lie about their HIV status in case you didn't know).

Another question is if I play music when I have sex. The answer is it depends. Usually when it's a first time hook-up, then no. And if it's a date and I'm trying to set the mood to eventually get some, then jazz does the job good (note: jazz should NOT be played DURING sex! Major wood kill hearing Billy Holiday singing about black people being lynched, FYI). But when it comes down to the butt-pounding, animalistic sex-act, maybe I'm just old school, but to me there's nothing better than Freestyle for this:



One last answer, for those who have asked: yes, for the most part I do actually take the pictures on this blog, and they are who I say they are. Sometimes if they send me a headless shot from their profiles and allow me to use it, I'll put that up too. But I'm not just using random pics I've collected from the internet (I would have thought the fluffy blue blanket I roll-out for sex would have been a dead giveaway in the photos). In closing, I did NOT take this pic; but DAMN, I wish I could have been there when it was taken.

Black Jews and other curiosities

No, not talking about Felasha or Lemba. Lemme 'splain: as I was relaxing on Labour Day I started talking online with this one 20-something dude who lives in Sacramento but was in SFO area getting ready to catch a flight to NYC. He sent me this picture: as well as a face pic (not gonna show that one, but he looks like a slender version of Hill Harper, so I'll call him "Hill"). I invited him over, and opened the door just wearing my jockey underwear. He had a smirk on his face as I invited him in. We went to the room and I turned him around with his back to me, put him in a half nelson, and started sucking on his neck, face and ear, nibbling slightly and forcing my tongue to massage its way along his neck. Don't ask why: I'm usually not this passionate with first-time hook-ups, but this dude was HOT!

After a good 5-minutes of lighter foreplay, I thought I should get to see his ass, so I started pulling off his clothes to see he had a belly-button piercing (like the photo; not so much into that tho) and a "star of David" necklace (just like Ron Jeremy). He was down to his bikini style underwear, and I remarked "Damn, I hate wearing those" because in my case they are way restricting and uncomfortable. But when I pulled his down, I saw why he wore them; his big 8 1/2" cock curved down, so it fit snuggly into his banana-hammock (mine would be trying to constantly wrestle itself out of something like that). This guy had 1/2" more than me, but mine looked bigger since I was at full mast. One thing I've noticed about a lot of black guys; their cocks usually "be hangin low", but they don't get much bigger when they get hard. I turned Hill around again and bent him over the bed and dove my tongue into his hole. He clenched his hole, then released it and opened it wide for my tongue to get in deep. He also wiggled his ass around to entice me and show me how much he wanted it. Then he bucked his ass and turned around, grabbed me, and threw me on the bed. Nice...the boy had some balls on him. He then started sucking my dick for a bit, and then turned himself and mounted my face so I could 69 his ass while he sucked my dick. I was having a LOT of fun. While he was sucking me, he put a condom and lubed me up, then spun around and sat on my cock. I usually hate to be "ridden" because most of the time guys fumble and grab at my dick repeatedly trying to get it in themselves, until I get so annoyed that I lose my hard-on. But not Hill; he took it all in on the first try. What a TROOPER! He started riding me slowly, then girating his hips and using his boy-pussy to grasp my cock. After awhile, I thought he gave me a good enough example of what he could do, so guided him to spin on my dick so his back was to me, then I pushed him forward and mounted him. He was now on all fours with his ass in the air while I was straddling him and fucking him up and down like a construction-worker with a jack-hammer. His ass started to meet my thrusts, so I thought, "Damn! this boy can take a pounding. Let's see how far I can go with this." I mounted him from behind doggie style and just started slamming him HARD. I was kind of starteled at how loud the sound of my pelvis slamming into his ass while I rammed my cock into his hole was. I asked him a couple times if he liked it, and if he was OK. He just kept moaning, "yeah, I can take it".

I "broke him down" as we used to say in wrestling, then started fucking him as he lie sideways. That's when I got so deep inside him I hit his "second ring"; his eyes opened wide and he ghasped in shock. I calmed him down, "it's OK dude, just relax. It's open now. You can enjoy it." He swung his leg around me so now his legs were wide open to be fucked missionary. Well, guess what; I just gripped them and spread them even wider so I could pile-drive him. I pounded him hard and deep, and watched his face as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I couldn't believe how much energy I had to keep pile-driving this guy full-force for about 3 minutes, until I felt like I was ready to blow. I told him, "dude, I'm gonna shoot a load deep in your butt. you're gonna take it like a man, right!?" His eyes opened wide like a kid seeing his first "naked lady" and instinctively started jacking his dick off wildly. We both ended up shooting together in a very loud, sweaty and simultaneously intense orgasm. Then I just collapsed on top of him and we both took about 2 minutes just trying to catch our breath.

After a few minutes I looked in his eyes and tried to pull out of him, but his butt-hole still had a tight grip on my cock, which didn't want to get soft either. "Don't be so greedy with my dick, man!" I joked, and we both chuckled as I finally pulled out. I went to the bathroom to wash up and caught myself in the mirror; my abs were TIGHT from all that pile-driving and glistening with sweat. "Damn!" I said, "You gave my abs a workout!" He walked in behind me and started rubbing them, looking at my face in the mirror, "yeah. And you gave my ass a workout." I started to wash my schlong in the sink and asked, "So, what's with the necklace? Are you Jewish, Mormon or Rastafarian?" He nodded, "I'm Jewish". OK, for a second I thought he was joking. This dude looked like an island boy from somewhere in the Caribbean. He must have seen my curiosity and continued, "My mom was adopted. So, we were all raised in Jewish culture." "Ah. Gotcha. To be honest, most Jewish guys I've ever come across aren't into anal. They're very much into oral; blow-jobs and such." He laughed, "Not this one." I turned to face him and grabbed his ass, "Yeah, lucky me." And not to be a hater, but because of this and my previous bad "only oral" expriences, had I known he was Jewish, even by adoption, I probably wouldn't have hooked up with him. Then again, I wouldn't have hooked up with him if he were rastafarian or Mormon either (OK, yes I'm being a major hater on that last one). Hill went into the other room and started to get dressed, then looked at me nodding, "You're pretty hot. I'd definitely like to stick around but I really do need to catch a flight." "Not a problem. Just call me when you get back into town." He walked over and punched me on the chest. "Definitely".