No Mo' Tro'

I can't remember if I mentioned this before or not, but my gym (Golds) was bought by Crunch, which gave all of us 1 month to decide whether we wanted to stay. Given Crunch is only located on the bay area and not conducive to my travel, I opted to leave. So, after my years of complaining about the troll-infestation, the situation has now resolved itself by my leaving, and I'm now the not-so-proud member of 24-hours-- which is a bit ghetto and not a blonde person to be found in the entire gym. And whoever designed this gym made it absolutely shenanigan-proof, as there is no area in the locker room, showers, steamroom (coed) or anywhere else where any covert action can be had. They really knew what they were doing. So, Good-by to all the trolls and possibilities of sex in the showers and steamroom.


I was debating on whether or not to go to an Underwear party in SF over this weekend. The fact is the same evening I was invited to a photography exposition of a good and long-time friend of mine (the 3rd member of a trio including me and Rug back in the day). Since this was down in East San Jose (can't even remember how long it's been since I was there) and I had invited my friend, Chef to come along I calculated my odds at 50/50 that I would be able to make it all the way back up to SF. And as I was doing housework, I got a phonecall from a guy I'd been talking to online during the week; 30-something athletic white guy with an awesome looking bubble-butt. As it was around lunchtime, I thought I'd go for it. When I showed up at his place (10 mins from me) he was like his pic, so I wasted no time in getting him into his room and fucking his bubble-butt. Wasn't great, but it did the trick, and made up my mind not to go to the Underwear party (wouldn't ever want to go to one of those things when I'm not "fully loaded" as it were...what's the point?)


On my way home, I got a call from the Mario Lopez looking kid I had decided to cut from my harem as I didn't want him driving around drunk to me. Well, that resolved itself as well, since he got caught violating his probation from the DUI and got his car impounded. He called and asked if I could pick him up and we could go back to my place. No harm in that I thought, so I swung by his place, took him home, and rode his bubble-butt boy-pussy for a good 1/2 hour (that boy is a force of nature). "OK, that's that," I thought, "Time to get productive." So, after I dropped him back at his place (he's 1/2 a mile from me) I got some lunch, did some housework and got called by ANOTHER dude I'd been talking to online (30-year-old buffed dude from Quebec). Now, here's the thing; normally 2 rounds would be enough, but I get into some seriously randy spells, and I just thought "why not?" So, he came over, and I took him into my room so he could start off by slobbering on my dick. Since he seemed to be following instructions well, I took the opportunity to snap a couple of pics. A couple of you have asked what I meant by "issues" when I refer to certain holes. Well, here you can see one that I was talking about.

Of course this didn't stop me from pounding his hole (it really felt GREAT, definitely enough to get off a 3rd round for the day). And after he left, I realized I'd REALLY better get ready for the exhibit. Unfortunately, I rushed so much that I ended up leaving my cell-phone at my house, and only realized it 45-mins into my drive. And since I had coordinated with Chef that he would be calling me for directions etc, I had to improvise and swing by his work (he was JUST getting ready to leave, so I'm grateful it worked out) where he then followed me to the exhibit. It was definitely nice to see old friends and socialize. But I really didn't want or plan to make it an all-night thing. But of course that's how those kind of things go; from the exhibit, someone had heard of another party at another location and everyone decided to go. Since I had invited Chef, I didn't want to say no, and ended up taking him to the next party as well. He had a lot more fun there than I did (I wasn't drinking) and ended up staying until 4:30am so he could get in some wet-back's pants (apparently it was worth it), while I had left around 2 (he was cool with that).

The next day I spent mostly catching up on sleep and keeping it low-key. But I did get hit up by yet ANOTHER guy I'd been talking to online previously. I checked my libido, and it wasn't completely exhausted from the day before, so I told him he could come over. Long story short; I am SOOOOO glad he did! He's a 20-something white guy, looks like a much younger Brian Austin Green with a crew-cut. And he is a GREAT fuck! DAYUM! I was just talking with Chef the night before at the party that neither of us seem to be able to bag white guys here in Cali. But DAYUM! Happy Birthday to ME! I got off two rounds in him, and could definitely see possibly even dating this guy. Only problem is he lives in SJ and comes up this way once a week. So, I'd probably get a regular fuck off him, but might want more.

Lastly, my trip to Toronto is canceled, but it all worked out for the best since I WILL be able to go to Ottawa, and then drive to Montreal to see my good pal Kev-bo. Unfortunately, since his condo got damaged during the flash-flood over the summer he's in an executive stay. It won't be a problem, but I was looking forward to a tour of his pimped-out pad.

Flip Fucking

Yeeeeaaaahhhhh....no. Not gonna happen. Ever. But no matter how many times I say this, or make it extremely clear in my online profile, craigslist ads or blog that I am a TOTAL POWER TOP 100% I still get messages and emails asking me if I'll "flip". When asked in person, my "no" response is invariably followed by "then how do you know you don't like it if you haven't tried it?" My counter is "Have you ever licked a dog's ass?" I have ZERO desire, interest or stimulation in getting fucked. And while I have met guys who have "flipped" and gone in one direction or another afterwards, it really is extremely rare once you're in your 30's to discover that after all these years as a top, you're really a bottom (or vice versa).

Years ago I mentioned a former friend of mine ("Rug") who was a porn-star/escort/masseuse turned Marine Reservist and right-wing pundit who is currently 5 hours past his 15 minutes of fame. Well, in the early days of our friendship he was a big (and I mean BIG) bottom. I know this first hand as I fucked him once, which was pretty bad; all he wanted to do was sit on my dick and jack-off, but he was so big and muscular that I was essentially pinned to the bed and couldn't move until he finally came (I didn't). Anyway, about a decade later after he had moved to NYC and started to reinvent himself as a butch marine, he would tell me about the guys he was seeing and intentionally emphasize how HE was the one fucking THEM. Since he is a pathological liar (he later claimed to the world that he was really straight all along) I don't know if he really did "flip" or if it was just a ploy to get me interested in having sex with him again. As mentioned before, many bottoms do play that trick of "I'm really a total top, but I'd bottom for you just this once" to make the top feel "special". So, did he flip? I dunno. But I can't confirm it one way or another so it's moot.

I have noticed several guys online who have gone from bottoms to vers/Top. Steel is one example. Of course when he comes over, he knows he's gonna get fucked. But he has told me he likes to fuck as a top too. He just doesn't meet a lot of guys he's into doing it with (he's on the shorter side, and like I mentioned in the last post, it's about leverage). Steel has even pushed me to let him rim me once, which I let him do. I figured no harm/no foul since I do it to him everytime he's over. He was amazed that I had absolutely no reaction to it and didn't get hard at all. For me, it was like washing my hair; didn't feel good or bad, just indifferent to it. Whereas just the sight of Steel's ass, let alone his hole, would get me hard in seconds. Anyway, the bottom line is anyone waiting for me to flip fuck or bottom will most likely be pushing up daisy's before they hear "welllll....alright, just this once" from me. I'm not in an experimental stage of my life, I'm not remotely sexually aroused by the thought, and I'm financially well-off, which means I have no incentive to HAVE to do it under any circumstance. And since I don't do drugs and am not prone to narcolepsy, I really can't think of any situation in which it would/will happen. Is that clear enough?

Lastly, New Years. For those of you who are really wondering, my New Year's resolution is to stop shouting "Shake it, Don't break it!" so often (especially in the presence of nuns and epileptics). I've been hitting the gym pretty hard this week as the Saturday after New Year's is another underwear party and although I always say "this is my last one", I will be going cuz my abs look AWESOME. Unfortunately, no matter how much food, creatine and protein shakes I take these days, I just can't seem to gain any weight (this is the first Christmas I came home weighing LESS). I fear I may have plateau'd and am seriously thinking about seeing a trainer to help me out. I can't stand the thought of this, as I have "known" (in the biblical sense) many trainers in life and they have all been pretty much morons who I wouldn't trust with a vegetable garden, let alone anything important...like my person. We'll see how it goes. So, whatever you decide to do, HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2010 will kick ASS!