Ho V Hubbie

So, a bit o' irony: Brad (the buffed Latin dude I met last week) was getting really hot and bothered about us "dating", even though we had only hooked up the one time. I actually mulled the idea over in my head and thought, "Hmmm, I have a sex party this coming weekend, then Bull's Birthday Pool-Party the following weekend, then a "mixer" pool-party Sven invited me to the weekend after that. In other words, a LOT of opportunity to meet guys and have hot sex. Although I didn't tell him all this, I think he sensed my hesitation in our last phone call and that was that. Which leads me to my point: I think for the remainder of the summer at least, I will definitely be a Ho, and not a Husband (boyfriend). I'm just in that mode.

During the week, I saw Cuba again (hadn't seen him in months...busy boy!) and we had some really hot sex. Although I'm not a cock man, I just can't get over looking at his 9" uncut dick while I'm fucking him. I even play with it while I'm on top of him (something I rarely do...it's just that awesome). Then I got a couple hits off another Brazilian dude I've been boning which you can see here:

Then Saturday eve I ended up seeing my good pal Kev-bo who is in SF for a few days. The boy is looking good (better than last trip even) and I was very glad to hear his business is going well. I LOVE hearing good news from my friends. I sincerely cannot wrap my head around the concept of schadenfreude (leave it to the Germans to come up with a word to describe something as fucked up as that). I also FINALLY got to introduce Kev-bo to Sven, which is cool because I'd been trying to get those two to meet for about 4 years. They are definitely two guys who I knew would hit it off as they have a lot in common interest AND personality wise. And before we showed up, I told Kev-bo that Spaz would most likely be among the people at the house, but I said I wouldn't tell him WHO he was beforehand. Well, Kev-bo had no problem picking him out immediately.

Later that eve, I went to the sex-party which was nice...not great, but nice. I got a couple loads off so I can't complain. But the hosts just need a little lesson in keeping the nervous conversation to a minimum by creating the right setting. The odd thing was as I was fucking one porn guy there, I looked at the porno playing on the TV and recognized one of the guys I had fucked weeks ago at the other sex-party. It almost made me have to think to myself, "um...have I ever done porn?" And of course, the answer is no. And as I've said many times before, I'm not even remotely interested in porn. Why? Because I have an entire library in my head. Honestly, I wish MORE guys would use their own cerebral-porn more often rather than relying on watching it. And in that spirit, I will now share my top 10 hotest sex (meaning cock in hole) scenes I've ever experienced (in no particular order);

LA City College showers – fucked a sailor and latin twink
DORE Alley portable toilet – boned a young drunk blond kid butt-out chaps
My First "Ex" one hot summer - mad, passionate all-night sex under a moonlit sky
Powerhouse Bar in SF – shared a hot blond bottom in the back alley with a hot Russian guy
Turnham Green – fucked 2 blond English twinks in the bushes
Underdawg and Homie - my first 3-way; so perfect I felt depressed for a week as I feared I'd never have such a hot, awesome experience again
CXR Toilets - double-fucked a guy with the biggest dick I'd ever seen on a man, then sandwiched the 2nd guy while he fucked him
Underdawg at the gym - after he closed up the gym one night, having sex with him on the weights and equipment
Fred Meyers on Broadway in Seattle - met a HOT white muscle dude and ended up fucking him in the basement
Golds Gym Sauna in SF - too many to list

I highly encourage you, my readers to make a list of YOUR hottest moments and play them over in your head instead of playing porn next time you want to get off. See, how that goes. So, I'll wrap with an open call for travel advice; I'm going to Austin, TX and Little Rock, AR this month. Any/all words of wisdom on getting laid in those two locations would be very much appreciated.

A Bull, A Spaz, Some Spider Monkeys and Ghosts went to a party...

This last weekend was full, to say the least. Underdawg and his boyfriend came up from San Diego for a visit. Since they are VERY hospitable everytime I go down to San Diego, I really thought the least I could do would be to put them up at my place and show them around. The problem here is both of them are functioning alcoholics, so all activities had to center around them getting drunk. After picking them up from SFO, we went back to my place where they began drinking (Underdawg emailed me to make sure I had bud-light and Vodka at my place), then I took them up to the Castro where we met Sven, his boyfriend and unfortunately, Spaz for an evening of bar-hopping. This was the first time Sven had met Underdawg and his boyfriend, and he made it clear the next day how he was at a loss as to why these guys were my friends. The fact is, Underdawg and I go way back, as they say. And though you'd never know it now, he was once a Falcon Pornstar and a great (sober) "Big Brother" to me at I time when I really needed it. And they are still very real, unpretentious and hospitable "shirt of their backs" kind of people (although I was admitedly glad to put them on a train next morning so they could continue the next phase of their trip).

On to the next day, where Sven, his boyfriend and I had made plans to meet Red (who Sven has also boned...small gay world) at a house he and some friends were renting up at the Russian River. To my chagrin, Sven invited Spaz along...AGAIN. We took 2 cars from our rendezvous point in SF, and since Sven rode with me I explained to him that while I didn't find Spaz as abhorrently loathsome as maggots feasting on an open lesion, I didn't think he'd fit in to all types of social situations (basically anything not involving board games). To drive this point home, I told him how I specifically did NOT invite Underdawg and his boyfriend, since I couldn't vouche for their behavior at the places we were going, nor did I think they would mix well with those particular crowds. Sven is a very good and loyal friend, and I understand he was trying to help out his friend Spaz, who just went through a break-up, by keeping him company and occupied. But while we both agreed Sven is a "mega-mixer", I'm old school and prefer not to mix my vinegar and water friends in closed settings (bars, parks and other places you don't need an invitation are OK since it's up to someone else to throw them out if necessary).

Back to the Russian River party; when Sven and I arrived it was pretty low-key as this was also a very party-hearty crowd, so when we got there at 5pm, they were still slowly waking up and getting their second-wind so to speak. The house they rented was a mansion that they split up among 12 guys for the long weekend. I took off my shirt since this was the dress-code and, I told Red to give me a tour of the place. When we got into a room that was secluded enough, I wasted no time in pulling down his shorts (he was going commando) and massaging his pink hole. He didn't resist (I wouldn't have let him anyway) and just as I was about to bend him over for a fuck, a friend (hot 20-something guy) of his walked in on us. Now, this COULD have been one of those "bow-chicka-BOW-wow" moments, but when Red pulled up his shorts and said, "yeah, I think I'm not going to change out of my shorts just yet" I sensed an awkwardness to the situation, so I decided to play along. But this hot friend of his just kept making small conversation and apparently looked for excuses to stay in the room ("Um...have either of you seen a pair of sandals anywhere?") but FINALLY got the hint and left. I asked Red what that was about, and he said, "Oh, don't worry. He's just into whatever. If you told him directly to leave, he would have left. If you told him to get over here and suck your dick with me, he would have done that too." Fuck! I guess I was just too worried about losing my "bird in the hand" fuck with Red to see the signals. Oh well, I definitely took out my sexual frustration on Red's ass and pounded home a nice orgazm. Later that eve, everyone at the house, including one extremely obnoxiously loud, drunk chick who showed up (I distinctly thought this was going to be a sausage-fest, hold the tuna) decided to go to a local resort for awhile. I took this as my cue to exit for Bull's party. While I had a GREAT time with Sven and wished he would have come along, since he invited Spaz, I'm also grateful they all decided to stay.

Now, onto the next part of the journey; Bull's annual 4th of July party. Here's where things naturally got wild (but that was the point). When I got there, Bull was already creating a heavy haze with his inner-circle (eeesh, that really doesn't sound right). I chilled out in his bedroom with him and about 5 other guys as they smoked weed and injested a number of other alphabetical substances I just couldn't keep track of. "A" was there too; we'd been communicating via facebook, but hadn't seen each other in person since our "date" about a year ago. He told me he was up to 200lbs and lost about 15 of it but still felt overweight. When I saw him in person, I can say he is still probably 15lbs overweight, but as cute as I'd ever seen him. I tried to mask my dissapointment at watching him do drugs, and also tried to mask my persistent crush on him. But I also think I realized it would just never work between us for too many reasons to list. The really sad thing was later a couple walked in who were in their 40's (I'm thinking, don't know for sure), emaciated, shaved bald, hairless and pale bodies with obvious signs of advanced AIDS who after saying their hello's proceded to smoke crack. They sincerely reminded me of walking ghosts, and this is NOT what I want for A. But all I can really do is wish the boy well.

So, I figured that was a good time to leave the room, and after paying my respects to the host and participating in the seriously random and uninspired conversations (A is truly the odd man out in that regard as he is very intelligent, which makes it so much more of a waste) I headed out to the pool-party portion of the evening. When I arrived at the hot-tub, I noticed there were about 4 Spider-monkeys (lanky twinks strung out on whatever the fuck who were flayling and splashing around talking a mile and minute and thinking everything they said or heard was amazingly funny). I decided to hold-off until the human-to-spider-monkey ratio was more in my favor and came back 1/2 hour later after some light snacks (I hadn't eaten anything but ice-cream, coffee and beef jerky that whole day...more on that later). I noticed everyone was wearing trunks and said authoratively, "you guys are obviously unaware, but the house rules are no trunks after sun-down." One hot guy turned to me and before he could say, "Oh yeah? well whatabout-" I pulled down my trunks to let the long-ranger flop out and stepped in. Over the next few minutes, one by one the other hot-tubbers pulled off their trunks like giggly highschool kids.

I gave myself a good hour to pick out the guys I most wanted to fuck during this party, but as (un)luck would have it, the guys who I was most interested were progressively strung-out (I mean in an obnoxious chatty and jerky sense as opposed to being listless...which I can deal with) or in one case, total tops like me. I settled on a buffed black dude with a shaved head and fucked him over the sink in the bathroom (ah, that bathroom has seen quite a bit of action from me over the years). Unfortunately, the same incident that happened last time occured again; after I came and went back to the hot-tub the long-ranger was in total hibernation mode. And the SAME transexual (only I could have sworn it was a she-to-he; turns out it is a he to she, which definitely makes more sense) jumped in the hot-tub too, and started making the most cringe-worthy comments, including an awkward pass at me ("tonite would be extra special if someone would just take me. I'd prefer it were someone who wasn't drunk or on drugs..." meaning me, since I was the only one who fit this particular bill at that moment). So, my extra hard workout from the morning, my lack of food, the audio-wood-kill, coupled with the fact that I just finished boning were all factors in my inability to regain a stiffy. It made me wonder if skipping food for a couple of days and having a ripped body is worth it if you can't get an erection. But as I listened to conversations, pretty much everyone there who was getting any action was saying how they were on viagra/levitra/cialis (heated conversations ensued on which was best). So, although I swear to you, my good readers, that to date I have NEVER taken any such substance, I may consider it for the next party, just to level the playing field so to speak. Just sezzin'...

The rest of the weekend was definitely low-key. The occasional boning (averaging 2 a day from my regular harem) and home-maintenance/errands etc. No pictures to be had this post, but...damn! The ones from my last post should be good enough to last for a bit : )

Underwear Party: 1 for 2

I started off this week with an incredibly horrible case of the stomach flu. Granted, it was going around at work, but the reality is when you use your tongue as a rectal thermometer as much as I do, you're bound to pick up whatever's going around during flu season. It wasn't as bad as other types of flu; just major stomach cramps, loss of apetite and about 10 trips to the toilet a day (pretty much like a steady case of food poisoning). And although I usually don't hook up during the week now that I'm working (due to circumstance, NOT choice) I did get hit up by a guy I used to fuck long ago. He's yet another flight attendant, white, early 30's and has a GREAT smooth ass (I shot these at the hotel). He's sinced moved out of the area to San Diego, but was up here for work and said he'd like to hook up...but now he's a total top and didn't think we'd be able to do anything. Uh-huh. Sure. After about 15 minutes of pawing at him I had my dick in his mouth...10 more and I was inside his smooth butt pounding his hole missionary. I was really giving him the smooth-talk why we were doing it; "dude, your hole is so warm. My cock likes it. You're making me feel so hot on top of you like this." He was really getting into it, too much so in fact as he came as I was fucking him without touching himself (bull's eye, BeeYotch!). But he was a trooper and let me finish up too. I was still not feeling the best so I told him I'd need to get home, but that he should call me again next time he was up.

Back to my stomach, this flu, my annoying jinder boss at work, some family stuff and a couple other things were really stressing me out to the point where I didn't think I'd be rested up enough by the time the weekend came to go to the Underwear party (I already resigned to skip the one on Thursday since there was just no fucking way). Plus, the weight loss was also getting to me and I was worried I wasn't spending an appropriate time at the gym. But by the time Saturday came, I was definitely on the mend and decided I'd put my best foot forward to see how it goes. I met Sven in SF to workout, and as usual he totally kicked my ass and got me all bulgey and very sore (but in a good way). From there, he said before we went to the Underwear party he wanted to walk around the Castro and slip in and out of some bars to show me the variety: a twink one, a Latin one, a frat-boy one, and then one he said was called the "Bombay Bunghole" for Indians and their admirers (he made that one up especially for me).


We made it to the Underwear party about 11pm and it was just getting started. Initially, it was pretty Asian, but then a very mixed crowd came in (more than I have experienced in years). And I'm very familiar with the fact that whenever I'm with Sven, he will invariably run into many people he knows throughout the night, but I was really unprepared when Spaz came up. Like I said, before, Spaz isn't a bad guy, he's just pretty clueless socially. But I was happy he was with a guy that turned out to be his boyfriend (didn't stop him from grabbing my chest several times, but at least I knew that would be as far as it went and I didn't have to worry about any future stalking...I'm hoping anyway). All in all, the party was OK; I ended up fucking two separate twinkish Mexican boys (separately). The guy I told Sven I really wanted to fuck was a short white guy with an enourmous muscle bubble-butt in a black jock-strap who got progressively tweaked out on the dancefloor as the night wore on to the point where I knew it just wasn't going to happen. I ended up getting home by about 3 and just crashed.


Sunday morning I had a lot of errands and catch-up to do, as well as some political action to take in the afternoon that I had committed to. But I had also made plans with a hugely buffed black guy who was visiting from DC (yup, yet another flight attendant). I finally got to his hotel around 8pm and he was HOT. He had a short-cropped haircut, was in his late 30's, huge arms and chest with stalky legs, bubble-butt ass and a little chunky around the front. When I showed up at his room, he opened the door, sized me up with his eyes, then nodded me in. I didn't know whether to take his demeanor as disinterest, coolness or what. He finally asked, "So what you been up to?" I thought I'd just be direct and see where it goes, so I moved behind him and pulled down his sweats and said, "not much. Just waiting to get here so I could see that ass of yours." He didn't stop me but challenged, "Oh, so you think you're goin' get some ass then." I took the bait and pulled out my stiffening cock rubbing it on his ass, "Well, yeah. This cock's going inside you, dude." He turned his head around and saw my dick, then I swear this is the first time this has ever happened: in one forceful move which TOTALLY caught me off guard his massive hands grabbed me by the chest and waist and pushed me on the bed, pinning me down. I was just about to try and kick him off me, cuz I didn't know what was going on, when his mouth wrapped around my cock and he used his one hand to pull on my balls while the other one was still holding me down on the bed.


After the initial shock of it all wore off, I started really enjoying this blow-job. He was good at it, AND I had never been dominated like this before. This guy could have done some serious damage to me if he wanted to, I'm completely up front about this. And when he lifted my legs over his shoulder, I got a little nervous and tried to move them off, but he was really just too strong for me. All the while his mouth was still blowing me, so I was hoping it was just so he could get extra access, but mentally I was also thinking of the best way I could get out of this position in case something went terribly wrong. After a few minutes, he stepped over me and shifted his weight onto my shoulders; I thought he was going to make me suck him, which was not gonna happen. But then almost instantly, my dick had a condom on it, his ass hole was lubed up, and he just sat on it. This guy was in control of everything. He was riding my dick with his hands still pinning my shoulders to the bed. I was rock hard and loving it actually. But I really did want to show him what I could do too. But I also knew he wanted to be in control, so I said, "your ass feels so hot. It's all about your ass man. You just let me know how you want it and I'll do it. Just tell me to do it from behind or on top and I'll do what you say." He perked up, "yeah? you goin get on top of me?" "Anything you want," I replied. He slipped my dick out then got off me and stepped over to the wall and bent over "then get inside this ass" he commanded. I got up and went behind him and started pounding his ass. "How's that? Am I doing a good job?" I pretended like I was vying for his approval. "Just fuck that ass. Do it harder!" I pounded him harder, then tried to drag him back over to the bed, but he gave me a hard stare. Then he sauntered over there at his own pace then got on his back. I waited for him to motion me over, then I came over like a dog at his command and slid my dick back inside him. His hands were all over me and he just hit all the right spots. I asked, "this is too hot. Can I cum now?" "Go ahead and nut" he responded and I obeyed.


After I got up, cleaned up in the restroom and he said, "you wanna chill for a few or you gotta take off?" I was actually really into this so I said I'd stay and lay beside him. Immediately his massive arms grabbed me and he put me in the spoon position. I'm usually the "big brother" when it comes to sex, but it was AWESOME being little bro to this massive incredibly masculine guy. We ended up talking for about 1/2 an hour, then fucking again (hot the second time too). He lives in DC and was leaving the next day, so we'll definitely keep in touch. Lucky for me I have president's day off, and I am SO ready to leave my job already, so it is very needed.

Game Night

Ever since I met Sven back in 1996 (after that wild double-fucking experience where some random friend of his and me took turns on him...but I won : ), he had immediately invited me to his place in SF for "game night". But then we lost contact, and although re-gained contact years later, to date I had never taken him up on his offer (usually we just end up rolling around in bed instead as he is consistently a GREAT fuck. Since I got back, he insisted I come over for game-night which starts at 7pm and goes on till about 10. I finally said OK, since Sven is also leaving for Sweden the next week and I wanted to make sure I see him this summer. I arrived at his place exactly at 7, as did he. He mentioned people should be arriving any minute as we both walked to his front door. Once inside, I said, "well, I wish we had more than a minute, but I guess that will have to do." then agressively pulled down his pants and pushed him over to his bedroom in one movement. He was half-protesting saying if people start showing we'd have to stop. I said I didn't mind, and within less than a minute later I was on top of him; his legs in the air taking the long-ranger like the pro he is. We fucked quickly like two guys just trying to get off; no foreplay necessary. And within about a minute I shot my wad while humping him missionary. His eyes widened and said, "did you hear something?" Honestly, I didn't. He threw his shorts back on while I walked over to his bathroom to wash. Sure enough, the "gang" had arrived and noisily made their entrance.

I didn't know what kind of guys to expect (Sven is VERY masculine, but his friends, like mine, are all over the spectrum). I'll label them thusly; "Euro-tan" nice guy, "Spaz" - self-explanatory, and "bald Perez" as in Perez Hilton. Not the most masculine group, but I played the game with them OK. Spaz was the "leader" in that he brought the games, understood them the most, and even worked for the company that created them. So, he lost no opportunity to squeel or shreik or cheer whenever a) he got a good card, b) someone else got a bad card or c) whenever I made a bad decision. As the hours wore on, it was clear who had slept with whom already as the big-dick jokes and inuendos directed towards Sven and myself would surface over and over (I had only been with Sven, but apparently I had a rep). But I was geting tired of all the squeeling and cackling and made insinuations that I would probably be heading out soon. Shortly after, the "party' broke and everyone started leaving. I hung back, made my way to Sven's bedroom again and waited for him there. He finally showed up and sayd, "Hey, I thought you had left and didn't say good-by. Everyone was asking about you." I replied, "Naw, was just waiting for round-two." He smiled and got into bed, where we were able to fuck "around the world" in style this time.

The next day, I got a couple texts (WHICH I STILL HATE) from Spaz saying things like, "Hey sexy guy, let me know when you're available." I was not in the least bit interested, but called Sven to see what was up. Sven said Spaz had asked him for my number so he could invite me to the next game night while Sven was in Sweden. That's not going to happen, and I'm not really interested in playing "naked leapfrog" or "hide the salami" type games Spaz may have in mind with me. And unfortunately to date I have gotten several more texts and voicemails from him, even though during one live conversation I tried to make it VERY clear I wasn't interested, while not being a dick to him so as not to make Sven look bad. Anyway, I think game night is over for me. I'll just look forward to Sven's return so he can have a good laugh here.