New Old Boning

I think this week I've been as tired and overworked as I can remember in recent memory. But it's not really a bad feeling either, since I get a lot of adulation and "glory" at work--which I've found is a novelty in the workforce, especially these days. It's an open secret in Silicon Valley that when times are bad in the job market, few people do a "good" job, meaning they don't get a good employee review and are thus ineligible for a raise, promotion, bonus etc. It was standard practice at my last company. This year has been the opposite, and I've been getting very well compensated monetarily (officially the most I've ever earned in my career) as well as a heavy dose of respect. It makes the long hours and work feel worth it. However, it does cut into the social life and gym time, which I wasn't too happy about this week, since I only got in 2 workouts (mediocre at best).

The first part of my week was spent up in SF. I still have 1 month remaining at Golds, so I thought I'd take advantage and see if I could get laid after the workout. No dice. But after work, I did hit a Starbucks and do some online cruising where I found this guy:

I think I mentioned before I have an eye for ass, and even from the ass pics in his profile he looked very familiar. I went to his place, and he greeted me butts up on the bed (I LOVE THAT!!!) which meant no foreplay necessary. However, with some guys this also means they are cum-sluts or that their hole is wide enough to suck in the light from the galaxy. But not this guy. When I got the long ranger in him it was as smooth and tight as a velvet glove. I was able to ride him doggy style and just pound it until I came, knowing there was no reciprocation necessary (or probably even desired). When I pulled out and took the condom off, something was strangely familiar, since I hadn't really seen his face up till this point (not what I was after). Then it hit me; I had fucked this guy 10 years earlier.

I know I talk about my glory days of 1999 and the spectacular sex parties going on. But sex was everywhere back then. I think all that talk about what it was like in the 70's must be very similar actually. Anyway, one day I was walking down a nude beach in the "gay area" (there are makeshift driftwood "dwellings" to shield people from view there) and heard some slight moaning coming from behind one of them. I quietly and casually walked behind to see this same guy bent over with that NICE beefy ass getting slowly fucked by some old "muscle daddy" (why people dress in leather on the beach I have no fucking clue) while his equally old friend sat there smiling and watching. There's something about watching a guy get fucked that triggers the dog in me; sometimes it doesn't even matter if the guy getting fucked is butt ugly. It's like my dick automatically feels jealous and wants a turn. The leather duo saw me there and the "daddy" really looked like he was just humoring this bottom by fucking him. He didn't really seem that into it. I took the cue and put a profo on my cock and the moment the daddy pulled out, I shoved it in. The bottom boy loved it and was moaning with pleasure telling me to fuck him harder under his breath. One of my all time hot experiences.

So, now here we were 10 years later (well, 11 actually) fucking again. This time I got his number/info so we could stay in touch. It's always nice to have a quality fuck to look up in a pinch when in SF. Which leads me to my last subject: Folsom St Fair. It's this week, and a few of my friends have been badgering me to go with them. But just like Dore Alley, I think those days are over. No real desire to relive the "glory days", since I really think I won't ever see the levels of debauchery I once experienced there. Instead, I'll be spending the day with Chef, who has now stated he's in an "it's complicated" type relationship. Meaning he wants me to bone him, and he wants it bad.

RSS (bottom) Feeds

I found out from a friend of mine that another blog is using the RSS feed to show MY posts to HIS blog in their entirety. I then emailed the owner of said blog (who repulses me physically, morally and character-wise; he's sincerely damaged) and asked him very politely to remove my posts. He then emailed me with "are you sure?" followed by a 3-paragraph justification of why I should let him continue to do this. I then explained how I found his views, opinions and more importantly, actions morally repugnant to me and did not want to associate myself with him or his blog. He then went into a diatribe of how he's a regular Mother Teresa and essentially providing a service to all young kids who (misguidedly!) want to become HIV +. He followed that saying posting my blog posts through the RSS feed was completely within google's guidelines and legal.

Well, yes, you bottom-feeding whale, legally you can. And since I tried to explain the concept of courtesy to you before and obviously failed, let me attempt to do so through analogy; if there is a race on public property and someone decides to set up a table with a sign that says "free water" and gives them out to the runners as they pass by, legally you can waddle yourself up from the spectator section and carry off as many bottles as you can fit in your many pockets (I'm speaking of the anatomical ones comprised of all your flab and lose skin). It's just common courtesy to ASK that person if it would be OK to take some water, and at an ABSOLUTE MINIMUM, say "hello". Seriously, had this guy at a minimum said hello and asked, OR had he at least after the fact said, "hey, I'm sorry for not asking. I didn't think you'd mind" most likely I would have still asked him to remove my posts. But it would have shown me he has character or some redeaming value-- this was just a confirmation he has neither. But I AM grateful he did what he said and took down my blog-posts and therefore have not named him, but want to reiterate that if you ARE one of those people who came here from that particular blog, I do not support, endorse, agree with it nor do I want to be associated in any way with the author.

OK, now on to another previous topic: the bull's-eye. I got a few comments and emails about this. In fact, my good friend Sven even told me the other day that while his boyfriend strattled Sven's huge 9"+ uncut dick the other night, he too hit a bull's-eye with his boyfriend. Apparently this was not only the first time for his boyfriend, but also the first time for Sven (and this boy has definitely been around the block and back). Both are now in their 40's, so the moral is I guess it just has to do with the right equipment being used under the right circumstances. And who knows, maybe someone will hit one with Sven himself someday.

And now, some of my own boning; I went up to SF over the weekend to a small group of 3 other guys; all in their mid to late 20's, 1 white, 1 latin and one extremely buffed Asian. All the guys were WAY hot but the white guy was the only "bottom" (here he is getting fucked by the Asian guy, then the Latin guy).

I got off my first round in him, but for some reason I wanted a bigger challenge. I started really doubling-down on the buffed Asian guy, but each time I went for his hole he shook his head and said he was a top and didn't get fucked. I moved on to the latin guy-- same thing. And the thing is, BOTH of them had NICE asses (well, so do I, I've been told) and I REALLY wanted in! So, while the latin dude was pounding the white guy and the Asian guy watched wide-eyed, I suited up behind him and started nibbling on his ear saying, "that looks SOOO hot." he nodded. Instead of touching his ass with my hands, I started massaging his neck and shoulders, then doing some neck sucking and massaging it with my tongue. He was really getting into it, and wouldn't you know it, "Pop!" the long-ranger was sliding inside him. I didn't want to draw any attention or do ANYTHING which could cause us to stop, so I just kept fucking him standing up, inching my dick further and further in. Finally, he just bent over the bed and I started grinding and pumping. Unfortunately, the Latin guy looked up from fucking the white guy and said, "Dude, that's HOT! Let's switch!" and quickly pulled his cock (he was as big as me, only his curved downwards) out of the white guy. This freaked the Asian guy out and he pushed me out of him and said, "nah, nah. It hurts too much. I can't do it anymore." Fuck! It didn't hurt when I was inside him or he wouldn't have bent over like that. But that was it. He was NOT having repeats.

But...heh heh heh...when it was the Asian's turn to fuck the white guy with his 3" prick, I quietly did the same thing to the latin dude...and it worked : ) Not only did he take the bait, we ended up on the bed fucking missionary. The whole time, he kept telling me "go real slow. I don't ever get fucked." Well, he was now. Only I couldn't really pump or thrust too hard or fast with him. But I did manage to get off round two inside him. Good times!

After my shenanigans at the hotel, I decided to take what little energy I had left and invest it in a workout at a gym in SF. And I stacked more than I ever have yet, so BOOM! Suckaz (gotta use my catch-phrase for this year a few more times when possible). I was thoroughly pumped and bulgey, and as I was looking for some weights to do some curls I passed by a guy who caught my eye, then I looked away. I sensed a slight awkwardness so I looked over again, and it turned out to be my Psycho-Ex from years back, so I went over to talk to him (he wouldn't have come up to me, even though he desperately wanted to). Not gonna go into the psycho-details here, but suffice it to say when we were going out this guy was always a very BUFFED, Bubble-butt Asian boy (I call them "BBBAB's", and I've dated 3 in my life). But looking at him now, he definitely lost a LOT of mass, and now while definitely toned, was no longer what I would consider buffed at all. Still fuckable, but not "hot", and I was actually a bit sad by it. I made small talk with him for about 2 minutes then awkwardly wrapped it up so I could continue my workout.

So, that's about it for now. To wrap things up here and bring them full circle:

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.

Wearing out a bottom

There's a dude I've fucked a few times over the years; Guatemalan, buffed, early 30's, kinda thuggish face. But nothing to write home about as far as sex because he's one of those "race to the finish" kinda guys; meaning as soon as my dick is inside him he's jerking his dick to cum as soon as he can. The last time we had sex was about 5 months ago, and I told him I was unimpressed because like a dog, I want to take my time. He's been hitting me up like crazy, so this last Friday I consented, saying the condition was that he gave me 1 hour to use his ass any way I wanted--no questions asked (and this included getting some pics of it for my loyal viewers : ). When I got to his room, there was porn on his wide screen and on his laptop...whatever. I was more into what his mouth and hole had in store. I bent him over his chair, took some pics, mounted him and gave it to him from behind for a good 10 minutes. I did it like this so he'd have to hold the chair to stay upright and not be able to touch his dick. After awhile, he pushed me out of him and said his stomach was feeling weird and that he needed to use the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and said, "Sure. go for it," and with that he was gone for about 10 minutes while I was left with my stiff dick surrounded by porn. He finally came back out and said, "I don't think this is gonna happen." I got behind him and said, this will take less than a minute," and I plunged my stiff cock into his butt-hole, humped him for about 20 seconds and shot my load. After that I went to clean up and dress; he was very apologetic and said "next time, I promise we'll have more time and I'll prepare." I was like, "yeah, yeah." Heard it.


The next day I made plans with some friends to go to the Exploratorium in SF. An odd thing to do for adults, but still, it was fun in a second-childhood kind of way. After we had finished the tour and gotten a thorough refresher on how sound-waves work (moreso from the screaming kids than the actual exhibits) most of the crowd wanted to go to a pub in the Marina district. Since I don't drink much (and I can only handle so much of that particular crowd for so long) my friend and I decided to leave them and head to get some ice-cream at a place that we'd both heard of but never been. The ice-cream there was EXCELLENT (it was actually gelato) and came in very exotic flavors--including Durian. Since my friend had never tasted Durian (I had and since everyone has their own description, I'll add mine: a mix of garlic and sweaty socks) I convinced her to try a spoonfull of it with me. She didn't enjoy it at all (neither did I), but we had fun and it's now something she can say she's done.



After I drove her back to her car, she took off, leaving me to wonder if I should stick around in SF to get some boning done. I thought I'd give it the college try and started calling from my "black book", but with no luck. I also made tentative plans to see my former friend, DJ as we were now talking again on facebook, so I decided to follow through and meet him at his place. To my disappointment, life had not treated this boy well, dispite all the posts and news to the contrary he'd been telling the world. He was essentially living in section 8 housing in a flea-bag hotel; all the occupants were ho's, recovering crack-addicts, or crack-addicts...and unfortunately DJ embodied all 3. When I got to the hotel (I had to sign in and show ID to go to see him) we said casual hello's, but I could tell he was in a mood. After 3 minutes of really insignificant small-talk, he mentioned he had a friend coming over with some crack to smoke. I didn't want to be around or have anything to do with it, and I think he saw it in my eyes and said, "want to go for a walk? I have to take the dog out." So, we ventured out of Crack-central down to the corner of Crack and Ho, where DJ got some cheap food at a convenience store. We exchanged some words along the way, but he was essentially dead inside. Nothing could or will bring him back. When we got back to his place, I told him I'd need to take off, and we shook hands. DJ, you were dealt a bad hand in life, but you had so many chances to walk away a winner. And Sven, regarding what I told you earlier: ABORT! ABORT! STAND DOWN!!!



After my encounter with DJ, I thought I definitely needed to get the adrenaline pumping, so I went to the gym. After a NICE workout, I hit the showers and steamroom, where it took less than five minutes to get hit on by a lanky-toned black guy with a shaved head (after I sat down, he sat down right on the bench under me and then turned his head to face my cock). I let him suck me for awhile, then lifted him off and said, "I want to fuck. Is your ass up for it?" His eyes widened and he responded, "yeah. where?" I motioned him to follow me to the end of the showers (I should have a prison tally-system somewhere in there by now). He was a bit cautious at first, but finally let me get inside him and just pump his butt as hard, fast, rythmic and finally animalistic as I wanted. His hole really gripped my dick, especially when he knew I was ready to cum to give me that extra suction. Nice guy.



This leads me to today, Sunday, where I spent the day with assorted family members from out-of-town (luckily not staying with me this time). This evening I did get a guy in his early 40's with a TOTALLY kick-ass buffed body and white muscular bubble-butt ass to come over. His face was nice for his age, but he totally spoiled the mood after he came in and said, "I just found some "G" in my car that I thought I'd lost a few months ago. Are you into "G"?" I shook my head flattly and said, "nah man. I don't think this is gonna work out" and then as if to appease me, he dropped to his knees and started sucking my cock through my sweatpants saying, "No problem. Not a problem." I was thinking, he was a loser, but hey, I REALLY wanted to fuck that ass, so I let him go ahead and proceed. Long story short, he was a great fuck, but he didn't cum (like I care) because it turns out he was already stoned (loser). And just as a point of irony, this "G"-guzzling stoner is a professor of ethics, comparative religion and history at a local University here. So, Mom's and Dad's; if you were ever wondering where your children's tuition money is going, now you know. Anyway, I got what I wanted, so the long ranger was happy and I could now look forward to another lucrative yet tedious workweek to come.

Bronx Boning?

I mentioned previously that while I finally accepted a job (it took them 2 1/2 months of interviewing to get me an offer) I'm still "entertaining" 2 other possibilities. One is in SF, and I went there yesterday to meet with the "team". They were SO COOL (in a silicon valley nerdy way that is). I really liked them a lot, and the company is quite swank and would look great on my resume. The drawback for me would be driving in SF every day (while they paid for my parking for the interview, it would be out of the question to offer me parking to work there). The second opportunity is with an Israeli company--NO WAIT, LET ME FINISH. I know all about Israeli companies (worked for one, was miserable), but since times have changed, the department in question wants to turn this company into a more "global" and professional environment (i.e. no angry Israelis waving their arms around shouting how stupid something is at the top of their lungs). The would-be-manager is not Israeli and she sounded so cool; we immediately clicked, since to her, I am what she wants the new team to be like. The US HQ is in NYC, and they will be flying me out this weekend to interview on Monday. Soooooo, although I've been to NYC more times than I can count on my hands and feet, if anyone has any suggestions on the best boning there, please help a bruhthah out : )

Now, speaking of "bruhthah's", here's my next boning entry: everyone who knows me (and if you've read my blog) understands I'm an equal opportunity bonemaster. Sure I'm more attracted to certain physical types, but it has no bearing on where in the world that person's geographic ancestral homeland is. It's all about the right attitude for me, which can come in any race. BUT, I have been noticing in the past few weeks that the hook-up site I most regularly use is getting really FOBBY, with over HALF the guys online being Asian. And while the long-ranger constantly reminds me that a bubble-butt is a bubble-butt, sometimes I personally need variety. So, I put an ad on craigslist, which is something I don't normally do. Why? Because no matter how specifically I state what I'm looking for in the ad, I always get the dregs emailing me saying things like, "I know this wasn't what you were looking for, but I'm a 67 y/o expert in prostate massage. I would love to test out my electric anal probe on you while tickling you with my feather boa as we both smoke crack. Can send pics in my next email." And this time was no exception. But I did get a few "nice" emails, culminating in my deciding on one in particular, and him coming over.


As you can see from his pics (cropped to protect the innocent : ) this guy was the epitome of a Mandingo; no other way to put it. He looked like Mean Joe Green circa 1976 (so I'll call him "Green"), was in his mid-30's, built like a brick shit-house, was a personal trainer (although he claims he hasn't actually worked out in about 6 months...BASTARD!! : ) had a ghetto-brand booty, AND of course a 9" cut dick flopping around. Add to this his slow southern drawl since he was originally from South Carolina and you get the picture of why he was so laughibly yet charmingly stereotypical. The sexual chemistry was definitely there for both of us; once I got his pants down, I saw his 9" dick stiffen, but never really stood upright, which happens a lot with guys with huge dicks. Although he was very masculine in demeanor, he let me turn him around, bend him over and dive face-first into his ass. He was face-down on the bed and used his huge hands to spread open his cheeks for me so I could get inside more. He did have that "funk" that a lot of black guys have (can't explain it, you either know what I'm talking about or not) but it was tolerable. I could tell by Green's moaning that he would let me do anything I wanted now, so I quickly suited up the long-ranger and tried to slide inside him. His hole puckered up pretty tight, so I grabbed his shoulder from behind and commanded, "open up or it's gonna hurt more if I have to shove it in". He gave a quick audible sigh of consent and used his hands to spread his cheeks wider and let me slide in. NICE! I wasn't a dick though, and eased my cock inside him until my balls finally rubbed against his. He kept saying, "You so big! Dayum! You deep in there!" I always get puzzled when guys with HUGE dicks comment on mine; yeah, I know I'm big, but this guy was fucking HUGE! But I appreciated it.

We started fucking slowly and rhythmically, but then Green started intentionally bucking and breaking my rhythm. I got the hint: I started getting really agressive. I pushed on top of him, put him in a half-nelson and started butt-slamming him whispering, "This how you like it? You want to get prison raped, bitch?" in his ear. He responded, "yeah, I want you to take it from me." I got all kinds of nasty with him, spanking his ass when he didn't do exactly what I said. I never wanted to cross the line and slap him around tho (I've done that before with other guys, and it doesn't do anything for me). Finally, I got him missionary and stared him right in the eye saying, "You're gonna let my dick use your hole like my own private pussy." His eyes widened and he asked, "you gon' nut?" and with that my cock exploded, shooting wave after wave as I jack-hammered his ass. After I was done, I looked down and unfortunately his dick was still hard with only pre-cum to show for it on his abs. Since my dick was still hard inside him, I asked, "you want to finish up?" He answered, "yeeah. But it take me awhile." So, I pulled out, washed up, we had some post-coital chit-chat (the whole time he wouldn't take his hand off my dick) then quicker than you can say "rinse-lather-repeat" I was back inside him for round 2. This time he finally got off just as I was shooting my second load missionary.

All in all, nice guy. He lives in SF though and can't host. So, we'll see if he comes back down this way (he emailed me after he got home and said how great that was and how he wanted more). Which brings me full circle: back to yesterday, after the interview in SF, I went to ANOTHER guys house who I'd been talking to online for awhile (also black, but while cut/toned like crazy, he was much smaller in all respects, and young: about 22). When I showed up, he had a 30-something so-so looking white guy there and had been messing around with. Long story short, I ended up fucking the black kid while he sucked the white dude. The white dude had a very flabby ass which didn't turn me on at all, so I didn't even bother with him. And that's that.

So, one more reminder: anyone with any NYC suggestions for this weekend, please send them my way.

Red Pubes...the Rolls Royce of boning

I think I've mentioned before how AWESOME I think boning guys with red pubes is (they always come with light skin and very pink holes to fuck). Last week I met a late 20's, lanky, toned red-head dude that I'll call "Red" (yup, original, I know). Red and I had been talking online for about 3 months now, but since he lives in SF with no car and was unwilling to come down and visit ME at anytime, I made it clear I would "see him around", meaning when in SF if we were both available. But I wasn't going to make a special trip up just to see him. Well, last week the stars converged and I was in SF anyway, so we made it a point to meet. I went to the gym first and ended up boning a very scruffy but hot tatoo'd dude in the shower first. Then went over to Red's house, and we ended up talking for about an hour and really hit it off. Then, we made it to his bedroom and did some grade-A boning. Red is definitely a power-bottom and he just let me take exactly what I wanted, HOW I wanted. His pink hole was so INCREDIBLE, I ended up getting off two rounds in it before I thought it best to head back home.

Well, I was getting so addicted to his hole that I did something I don't normally do; planned a "sleepover" with the boy. I got there last night again, and we just went at it like dogs. While he was sucking my dick, I said I wanted some "before and after" pics of his hole this time, which really turned him on. He got out a camera, I bent him over his bed and here we are: Just starting out... His hole has been tongued thoroughly... Just been fucked and stretched (for the first time) After I pounded his hole for the 3rd time and wore his ass OUT!

All in all it was a good night of watching the Simpsons on DVD and fucking like crazy. The only drawbacks are a) His house was in the Haight and it was a VERY noisy evening and I didn't sleep much at all b) there was no parking around his area so it took awhile to find a place and walk home. I don't know if I'll make this a regular thing, but it was very nice. When we woke up the next morning (way too early for my taste) Red made it clear that his ass was "worn" so we wouldn't be fucking, but he offered to blow me. Thanks but no thanks, said I, and I made my way back to my car. Since I meet so many guys online from SF, I have a printout of all their profiles and numbers. So, I when I got to my car I began to call from my "boning sheet". I got a few hits from guys I'd been meaning to hook up with but never had, and decided to settle on a guy who looks like a younger and (slightly) less effeminate Mario Cantone. I got to his place and he was short and had a VERY hot body. I could tell he was interested but shy, so I made the first overtures by saying, "Let's see if your ass is the same one from the pic you sent me." He complied, stepped over to me, turned around and dropped his pants. DAMN that was one nice bubble-butt!

I didn't take this pic of him, but it's from his profile so you get the idea of why I immediately ate him out to get him nice and wet, then bent him over a chair nearby and just fucked the hell out of him. He had a very small dick (who cares?) and didn't seem to play with it much, so I just assumed he was more into getting fucked than getting off. So, I just pounded his hole until I came. He thanked me and said that was exactly what he needed. I smiled and told him I'd give him a call next time I was in SF. We'll see how soon he responds next time I call down my list (the lucky caller gets the cock).

Some irritating news is that the job I was applying for a few weeks back has been giving me the runaround to the point where I am just writing it off now. Companies these days, especially here in or around Silicon Valley are really dicking with people just because they can (they know how bad the market is, so to them it's like "hey, you want the job, you'll do what we say and it will take however long it takes). I'm seriously considering heading to Mexico for a week to see a long-lost friend/fuck bud I haven't seen for 9 years. He made a ton of money and moved down to Puerto Vallarta and opened a gay resort there. I'll make my mind up about that this week.

Lastly, I got a few emails and request regarding that dude I fucked who ended up being in porn. So, here's the video in question. I'm NOT recommending anyone watch it. It's just easier than sending the link out in too many emails:

A LONG night (the saga continues)...

Meanwhile, back at the "Cave o' Kev-bo", he wanted to let me know it was OK for me to post the pic of the Trust Fund baby (aka, N.O. "finger-boy") sans face. So here it is: If anyone's heading to New Orleans and wants to coax a hot spoiled-brat "Top" into some anal, let me know and I'll set you up with my good ol' pal to "screen" you.

OK, now on to the rest of Saturday Eve, after boning my second piece of ass at the porn shop, I sped to meet Sven at the BART station (turns out he was early). He had no problem waiting as he was busy "hitch-hooking" on the corner. When I finally got to meet him, the boy was looking FINE. We first went to stroll down Castro, stopping in a couple bars, but just to see the crowd, not really to enter, then to coffee. I had a major Jones for ice-cream but there was only one pretentious "gelato" place on the street and I really didn't feel like getting disappointed from some sort of close proximation to real gelato, and opted to get some drum-sticks from the corner Wallgreens. "You'd think there would be more places selling ice-cream here in the Castro" remarked Sven, which for those of you who don't know is a clear reference to all the heroin fiends located in the vicinity and their propensity to eat ice-cream in lieu of solid foods. Sven and I usually have some very cerebral conversations, but one dead-ended on whether or not Will Wheaton had committed suicide on an "Uh-huh!" "Uh-uh!" note. Finally Sven bet me dinner he had, so since we were in a Starbucks, I hit up some rather geeky looking guys on their computer to go to IMDB and prove to Sven that Will Wheaton was actually very much alive (unfortunately). Turns out Sven was actually thinking of Jonathan Brandis (RIP). From Starbucks, we headed to a couple more clubs, then finally settled into one where Sven recognized a good friend of his that he knew (good guy). I noticed a couple guys checking me out and told Sven and his friend, who then volunteered to "chat them up". OK, here's the weird thing; I was getting a lot of attention (mostly unwanted) that night with guys coming up to punch me in the chest or grab my ass (this is why I don't go out to gay bars). And while both these guys were staring me into bed, once our two groups merged, neither would so much as make eye contact with me. Sven was getting a lot of attention and was reciprocating with one guy (the two were nearly tearing each others' clothes off). Sven's new friend (I'll call him Roadie, since he lives in Rhode Island) was buying everyone drinks...except me (didn't even bother to ask). I thought this was extremely rude, even though I DON'T drink and would have politely said no. But still, that was pretty blatant. I ended up casually walking away from that group to talk to some younger Twinkish guys, who were very interested in Sven and I coming back home with them (but they lived in a land far far away, known as the Richmond, so I opted to stay put). By that time it was closing so I went back to Sven and the new entourage where we were soon directed outside since the bartenders didn't want any laggards. OK, outside Sven's friend had now made his good-byes (he had a boyfriend anyway, so was just playing "touchey-feely" with his new friend in typical San Francisco fag-fashion) so now Roadie's friend (Let's call him Can-fag, as he is a very Canadian gay guy who is obviously bitter that his circuit boy looks have since begun to whither) was left alone. I started to make small conversation with him, to which he perked up and then started gushing all over me. "you're so hot! why don't you have a boyfriend? You could have got any boy in there tonite? why did you seem so disinterested? I thought you were stuck up and didn't want to talk to us..." etc. The fact is I was disinterested as they both seemed extremely shallow, but I would have still been social for Sven's sake.

Since I was the only one with a car and I was getting VERY cold out there in my muscle shirt on the street, I interrupted Sven and Roadie's lip-wrestling contest to coax them all to drive somewhere (at least I could put the heater on). Sven directed us to a part of SF with a great view, but also a strategic place for him and Roadie to "get it on". Meanwhile, I was stuck with Can-fag's bitter rants about how horrible it is to live in SF and how I should go out more since he's never seen me in a club. When Sven and Roadie finally got back to the car after their moonlit adventure, Can-fag finally consented to allowing us all to go back to his place, even though his boyfriend (yup, surprise, surprise) was recuperating from getting some cancerous growth removed from his nose (or "missing part of his face" as Sven privately remarked to me out of ear-shot). Although by this time I was getting pretty annoyed at the drunken back-and-forth "are you sure?" "yeah, I'm sure" between Roadie and Can-fag, we ended up back at their place. I was intrigued to see if this would indeed turn into a four-way with me getting to fuck 3 holes. But what it turned out to be was a big mind-fuck on the part of Can-fag, who had some weird "lord and master" relationship with his best-friend, Roadie. There was a bit of show-and-tell here and there (and neither Roadie nor Can-fag really had anything to tell about), culminating in Can-fag wanting (nay, demanding) Roadie to suck me in the open air of his front porch (this was really borderline "slave" kinda stuff). By this time, Sven was tuckered, and was resting in the guest room, so I told Roadie I'd let him suck me, as long as immediately afterwards he let me fuck him with Sven. Can-fag (note: NOT Roadie) said "OK" as if consenting his slave to be used. I let Roadie taste my dick to get his apetite going. It was a pretty sloppy, drunken suck-job, but I was a trooper for a minute or so, then said, "OK, time to head to bed". After a couple more minutes of drunken banter, Roadie finally made it back to bed, where Sven was pretending to sleep. I pulled Roadie's clothes off (eeesh! This boy definitely looked better with clothes on) and tried to fuck him. And of course, after less than an inch of my cock he bucked and said, "I don't think I can do this. I think 'Can-fag' gave you too much expectation. I don't usually get fucked" etc etc etc. OK, I know what he really wanted: to be kissed, assured, caressed, told he was so "hot" and how good it was going to feel, and that I really was into him- but none off that was gonnna happen. At this point it was 4AM and I just didn't have it in me. So, I just nodded and said, "hey, man. I understand." and got dressed to leave.

I knew Sven was really only pretending to sleep and would have joined in had anything gotten started. But I also knew he was a big-boy and could take it from there. Apparently after I left, Roadie just started taking Sven's clothes off and raping the boy (well, can't rape the willing). And the next morning Sven, Roadie, Can-fag and his recuperating ("hideously deformed" as Sven was fond of saying) boyfriend had a nice post-coital breakfast together. Meanwhile, I was wiped the whole next day from lack of sleep. Sven is great to hang around and I enjoyed the night on the town. I don't really think I could take too many of those tho.

A LONG night...part 1

OK, kids. Sit y'alls black asses down. It's story time. After my weird experience Thursday, I was lucky to talk to my old pal Kev-bo, who was gracious enough to send me some pictures of our wayward adventures and some fun times "way back when". He also told me about his sexploits on his last trip to New Orleans, where he met up with a VERY nice (I saw the pic) blond 20-something trust-fund brat. This guy told Kev-bo he was a Top, but Kev-bo ended up finger-fucking him (with 4, count 'em FOUR fingers) while Kev-bo craddled him in bed, eventually making this blond dude's dick cum all over himself without him jacking off. Well, that's what happens when you hit the spot for 'em. Kev-bo went on and on about how nice and perfect this guy's white ass and pink hole were while he was stretching it. Made me very jealous...but good for Kev-bo : )

Friday, I finally got together with this short but completely buffed Filipino kid in his early 20's (I'll call him Steel, because he definitely had a body and ass made of it). Steel came over, and at first, there was little talking as he had a tough-boy demeanor; I just let him into the bedroom. Then, to test the waters I roughly bent him over the bed, yanked down his pants and started eating out his hairless, TIGHT hole.
His tough-boy personality gave way to a little boy-slut as he spread his cheeks for me to get my tongue in more. Since he wasn't protesting, I got more and more rough with him, putting him into a half-nelson while biting on his ear and rubbing my cock up and down his wet crack. He just let me do anything, so I asked, "You want to get yor butt fucked now, right?" "Yes..." he moaned. "Ok, but you're gonna let me take a few pics of it. Before and afters. Just so you can see how stretched out my dick got you." "OK" he whispered back. So, after some pics of his incredible ass (you be the judge) I went to town and fucked him around the world; doggie, prison, on his side, then flipping him missionary. All without missing a stroke or taking my dick out. One of my favorite things to do is pull my cock all the way out, then slike it back in, but you can only do this when the guy is losened up. Well, Steel never got there, because everytime I'd pull it out, I had to pop it back in and torture his little sphincter. Finally, I just wanted to get my dick off and pounded his hole hard and fast until I shot my wad. I noticed his dick was soft now (it was hard when we started). Some bottoms just like to get fucked and don't need to get off, so I thought it was either this or he was in pain. I gave him a playful slap on the ass then went to the bathroom to wash up. When I came back he was dressing and I spanked him again and said, "hey, where are you going? Round two is coming up." He stifled a laugh and said, "Uh...OK". SCORE! So, I pulled off his pants again, took some "after" pictures of his hole, then rode his boy-pussy a second time. After that, he left and we messaged each other online a couple times. I'm hoping he will be a steady, because I REALLY enjoyed being inside him.
Next day, Sven and I made plans to meet in SF for a night on the prowl. Since the bridge was closed and Sven came in from the East bay, I said I'd pick him up from the BART station. Well, before this, I headed up to SF early and had a good workout. Afterwards, around 8PM, I hit the showers and sauna, which was almost completely infested with trolls of all ages, weights and races; the worst of the worst. But there was one young 20-something slim, white guy with dark hair just sitting by himself with a huge erection. He wasn't jacking, just sitting there with an erection while all the trolls salivated and gawked around him. Being the predator that I am, I managed to make major eye contact with him, but never stroked or did anything lascivous (I was still wearing a towel). Eventually, he got out of the sauna and I followed behind him. As he entered a shower stall, I gave him a slap on the ass. He turned to me in surprise and I just gave him a cocky grin then nodded towards the last shower stall down; one that has maximum privacy. I stepped in, looked back to make sure he was watching me, then closed the curtain. Sure enough, 20 seconds later he came right in. He sat down on the handicap bench and began sucking my schlong. Nice, but what I wanted was a piece of his boyish ass, so I grabbed him by the shoulders to motion him up, then bent him over and started poking his hole with my cock to get the point across (pun intended). He looked back at me and said in a heavy accent, "wait here one minute", then exited. I didn't have a choice but to let him leave, thinking most likely I scared him off and that was that. But a minute later he DID come back (nice!) and quickly opened up a condom he brought with him and suited me up. Now we were rockin! I bent him over again, put some saliva on my dick and his hole, then popped my cock inside him. Dude...NICE! He was slightly taller than me, so I had to keep bending him over and pushing him down lower to get my cock inside him at the right angle. But I found it, and blew my load inside him after about a minute (he came too, just as an FYI). Load #1; mission accomplished. When I was done, I showered (for "reals" this time), got dressed and headed out to coordinate with Sven on what time he would be arriving. Turned out, it was now about 9PM and I still had about 1/2 hour to spare. So, being the horn-dawg I am, I hit the porn shop/arcade on Bush St, where I ended up fucking a lesser quality, but equally satisfying ass. So, load #2 was out of the way. Since this post is long enough, I'll continue the rest of the night in my next entry. Suffice it to say, with two loads out of my balls, and a smile on my face, the night was off to a very nice start.

"Can't keep it down" day

I've been occupied these last few days with relatives and their accompanying drama. It was my birthday over the weekend, but because of said drama, I really haven't had much of a celebration. So, here and there people have been taking me out to dinner/lunch/coffee etc for light well-wishing. Today's schedule was to take me out to lunch at a Chinese restaurant in San Francisco (their choice, definitely not mine) and then to some appartment hunting for my aunt who is apparently too wrapped up in her own world to bother. Since SF has a cornucopia of guys, far greater quantity (but not necessarily quality) I decided to make sure it wasn't just a wasted trip up there. I spoke to a guy online who is VERY much my type; white, blond/reddish hair, good shape and likes to get fucked. We talked on the phone and he sounded very masculine and no-nonsense. We seemed to hit it off and I told him I'd definitely be up for meeting when I could break away from the relatives. That moment finally came in the afternoon, so I headed over to his house. First thing was I rang his doorbell and he buzzed me into the gate. Then I walked up a few steps to where his door was, but it was locked. He kept buzzing the same front gate and then finally I heard his annoyed voice, "Hey are you in or what?!" I said, "Yeah, but your front doors locked." He gave a very gruff, "uhhhh. Wait!" Then after about a minute he walked down his stairs and unlocked his front door to let me in and said, "This shouldn't be locked." like it was MY fault. I wasn't going to take his being an asshole personally because he did look like his pic and I really wanted to get laid. But his expression was one of "hmm...do I really want to do this?" which was turning me off. Guys in SF (like any big city) have so many hangups and issues, so I just flipped my stiffening cock out so he could see it and said, "where to, dude?" That seemed to do the trick, and within about 5 minutes I was riding his boy pussy with a vengeance. I fucked him doggie, then prison-style, then missionary. He was really enjoying it- too much in fact, because I could tell he was getting ready to cum without touching himself. He finally did grab his dick and say, "you gotta cum dude, I'm gonna blow" just like that, without warning he started cumming. I wasn't going to get left out so I started pounding him hard and luckily started to get my load off before he finished his, but positioned myself so he couldn't easily push me out of him so I could finish my orgasm. After I pulled out, he didn't even say a word and just left to wash up. I took the hint and did the same. So, although I never do this, here is his pic. Consider this an asshole alert. I would highly NOT recommend having sex with Patrick, who lives in the Haight in SF.

I don't know if it was because I was forced to have such a quick and early orgasm, but after that I felt very randy, like my mission had not been completed. I planned to go to the gym anyway and that usually cures any randiness as I more often than not can barely make it back to my care these days after my workout. But for some reason, after today's workout, I went back to the locker room and honestly for some reason couldn't keep my dick soft. I felt almost like I was in highschool again or something. I had to cover myself with my towel bunched up everywhere I walked. And since this is a "gay" gym in SF, I was getting a lot of attention. I finally thought, fuck it, so what if I walk around with a semi. But it did underscore the fact that I needed to get laid AGAIN. After about 20 minutes in the sauna and showers, I realized it wasn't going to happen there, so I went home.

I went back online and talked to another 30-something white guy and invited him over. When he got here, same weird vibe; like he was hesitating. I finally coaxed him in out from the door and we went back to my room where he stopped cold. Too late-I already pulled his pants down and started massaging his butt (which was NICE). He reached around back and felt my dick and groaned, then turned to look at it. He looked fascinated like he'd never seen one before (he wasn't very big, so I guess I understand). He didn't want to suck on my dick and in fact said, "Um...is there anything I should worry about here?" This was a turn off, but I just brushed it off and said, "Nope. Negative and clean man. Verified last month." I finally started fucking him and pretty much got exactly what I wanted from him. The only exception was that he never said "fuck me" or "that's nice" or anything. He just kept saying "fuck" over and over, using it as an exclamation like, "Damn!" or "Golly!" throughout the act. After we were done, he said, "You don't remember me, do you?" Now I was REALLY annoyed, since I HATE petty games. "Nope, sorry. I've been gone for awhile so don't take it personal" I replied hoping that would be the end to this line. But he continued, "You used to live at another place. A condo." "Yup, you got me" I said putting my clothes on hoping he'd get the hint. "I came over a few years back. We made it to your room. But then I saw all the religious icons and just left." I nodded in recognition and said, "ahhhh." but in reality, I didn't remember or care at all. I just wanted him to leave at this point. I motioned him out of the room and said, "well, glad we finally got to do it then." And he finally followed me out to the door so I could let him out. When I got back online later, I got this message:

fuckin hot man. practically perfect. short setup. all business. great sex. know what the fuck yer doin. short drive. home. done. thanks.

The reality is, I don't give a fuck what made it "practically perfect" for him. Maybe I'm being a dick because I was treated badly earlier. but I'm just tired of dealing with these head cases.