Beach Boning

Huntington Beach, that is. My first work-trip was this last Wednesday to So Cal in Orange County; a place I'm VERY familiar with. From SFO airport I "booked ahead" online (vigilantly looking around me to make sure no one got too close to see the multitude of dick and ass pics on my computer screen from this particular site) and settled on a 20-something white guy who was mid-way between John Wayne airport and Huntington Beach (my destination). I finally made it to his apartment (very swank) and he let me in. He was a tall, lean and lanky white guy wearing shorts, t-shirt and a baseball cap. He let me in and immediately started asking if he was my type, if I liked submissive bottoms, if I had a bottom-boy back home etc. Anyone who knows me understands how much I hate the "20 questions" game before sex. So, since he mentioned "submissive bottoms" I just grabbed his shorts, pulled them down (he was wearing a jockstrap), then pushed him down on my dick to shut him up by sucking my cock. He started sucking me and jacking me; his eyes wide as he said, "you're huge! I love your cock." Believe it or not, this is usually a BAD sign.

After a few minutes, I was definitely done with his blow-job and wanted to put my cock in his butthole. But every time I tried to pull him off, he would moan like a spoiled kid. Finally, I had enough and told him it was time for him to get fucked and pulled him up then bent him over his couch (the widescreen TV showing porn let me know we weren't gonna leave the living room for whatever reason). He looked at me and said, "I'll be your bottom. But I don't get fucked bare. You need to put on a condom. There's one on the table there." Without a word, I walked to the table, put my cock in front of his face but just out of his reach and put the condom on so he could get a good view of what was going inside him. Then I walked behind him and just as I was about to pop it in, he asked, "do you mind if I put some lube on?" OK, NOW the questions and his voice in general were getting really annoying. Why didn't he just get some fucking lube out? So, I snapped, "Dude, do whatever the fuck you need to do. I'm ready to fuck now." He got off the couch and got out some lube and smeared it on his hole, thinking he was enticing me. And of course he asked, "you like that?" I answered by grabbing him and putting him back in the butts-up position and sliding my dick in. I started pumping him slowly, but he was turning his waist around to one side to prevent me from getting all the way in. He also kept reaching behind every 30 seconds or so presumably to check to see the rubber was still on. I grabbed his waist and started pumping roughly, and he started moaning in delight, but still tried to gyrate and swivel at weird and awkward angles so I could never get a rythm going.

I was getting pissed off so I knocked the hat off his head (he had a military crewcut) and said, "Just bend down! Don't move around so much!" Then I started butt-slamming him from behind, but he still arched his back UPWARDS to thwart my full penetration. This was getting obnoxiously bad. I finally tried to get him on his stomach on the couch so I could just bang him prison style and hopefully get my rocks off. Even then he squirmed and tried to "dodge" my dick from hitting its target. Then he commanded, "don't cum in me. Pull out before you cum." At which point I just ignored him and tried my best to get my dick off and finally did. Then I pulled out and walked to the bathroom. He looked up at me, his glance following me to the bathroom and asked, "did you cum?" I didn't answer and just washed up. In his bathroom I saw a USMC duffle-bag, so this "submissive bottom" was either a current or former marine. He was hardly submissive, and definitely a bossy and irritating bottom. Anyway, I couldn't get dressed and out of there soon enough.

Friday eve I went to the gym and have to confirm that the trolls have gone on early Spring Break or something. I am REALLY liking this. Not that I got lucky (actually, I think there has been a crack-down of sorts, since few people are using the steam room these days).

Saturday I got laid 3 times; the first two were guys I'd been talking to for months online (each came over separately) and were both VERY disappointing in person. But hey, just like trying a restaurant for the first time and having a bad meal, I can now cross them off my list and warn others. The third guy is a regular fuck-bud of mine. He's a BAB (Buffed Asian Boy) and like Steel (who is AWOL) swears he is now a consumate top...except with me (and both their online profiles confirm this). In fact, this particular BAB was one of the first "tops" I ever used one of my most successful techniques; when he first came over, he swore up and down that he wasn't going to get fucked and just wanted to "mess around" and have body contact. Because he was so buffed and awesome looking, I consented...but that didn't mean I wasn't going to try. After some heavy petting culminating in us getting naked, I suggested he needed a massage and gave him an incredibly relaxing one, focusing very hard on the buttocks. And since the long ranger was rock hard, I'd poke his hole now and again while working his shoulders and upper back, until it was finally slipping casually in and out of his hole. By that time, he was ready.

Now, he is so groomed and well-trained that everytime he comes over, he immediately demands his "massage". And if it goes on too long without me starting to fuck him, he even spreads his cheeks open with his hands (no better signal than that). Ah, yes. It's good to be home.

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!

FROM MD to DDS

Rob came over the other night for our appointed booty-call. When he called to tellme he was on his way I told him I was still feeling a bit fluish. But he persisted, saying things like, "hey, if you're not into it..." and "come on, that doesn't sound like the stud I know." So, I said if he didn't mind getting exposed to what could be anything from swine-flu to dissentary then he could just come on over. And he did. This time he was pretty agressive; when he got in and we ended up in the bedroom and started cuddling, he immediately went for my "G-spots": my chest and dick. I really wasn't into it (it was late, I had low energy and the flu) but I was a trooper. I suited up, got on top of him missionary, and commenced to fucking the muscle-stud's ass. He was going crazy, jacking himself wildly. I just wanted to finish, but I knew I wouldn't be able to cum. So, I did what I RARELY do: I faked it, pumping wildly and telling him I was going to blow, then faked a nice orgasm. He was begging me to "stay inside" as he jacked off (no problem, my dick was hard as a rock still) and he finally blew his jizz all over his chest. I like being with Rob; he's so masculine, and his muscular arms make me so comfortable. But sex is very much not his strong suit. Also, I found out that he is actually a DENTIST. I've been told that is technically still a "doctor", but still.

This morning, I felt like I was definitely "on the mend", and had a fierce case of morning wood. It's so strange that while in physically ill health I can still get my rocks off 3 times a day, yes when in psychologically ill health (remember my "funk") there were times I couldn't even "raise a smile" (RIP Jack Tripper) let alone a stiffy. Luckily, I met a 23-year-old guy online today who was half Hawaiian half white and looked like the Hawaiian twat who got kicked out of O-Town in the series "Making the Band". I didn't take these pics, but they are from his profile (and they don't do him justice at all).


When he got to my place, he was pretty nervous, but I did manage to get him back to my den of inequity. He took off his sweater and I got behind him and undid his belt and pants and he nearly freaked; spinning towards me and said, "Wow. You just want to get right to it." I could see the apprehension in his eyes and could almost see the next words from his mouth would be "I'm sorry, I don't think this is going to work." So, to pre-empt this, I flipped out my semi-erect dick from my sweats and said, "You like to suck?" Bingo. He fell to his knees and started sloshing my cock around his mouth and sucked me for a good 5 minutes until I figured he was relaxed enough. Then I pulled him up, took off his pants, bent him over the bed, spread his cheeks and ate out his BEAUTIFUL hole. I told him to flex it tight, then relax it open, and repeat a few times so he got used to using his sphyncter muscles. Then, I suited up, slipped my cock inside him and he took the whole thing in with one smooth stroke. At that point, after I flexed my cock inside him to see how much he could take, I figured he was ready for it, so I began to give him a good fucking. I grabbed his hipps and just fucked his ass like a rag doll. He was moaning like crazy. Then I got on top of him missionary and just went to town; no kissing, no touching, just me using his hole. After about a good 10 minutes I bent in towards him and whispered, "you like getting your hole fucked?" He responded, "yeah. it feels good." I quickened my pace and said, "I'm gonna keep fucking you for a little longer. You're gonna feel my dick get bigger as I'm pumping." He started moaning more. "Now I'm gonna cum in your butt" I said as I pounded his ass hard to bust a HUGE nut. When I was done, I looked down and saw the pool of cum on his abs. Bulls eye! Go SUAVE! It's yo' BERF-DAY!

As if my body was reminding me that I was getting back to normal, right as the kid was leaving my house I was getting even hornier than when he got here. I went back online and was doing some major trolling for skank. And gratefully Steel was online and said he'd come over. Usually I fuck him twice. And while he lets me (he only cums once/the second time) I get the feeling he doesn't appreciate it that much. So, this time I just got one round from his ass and thought I should be grateful and not greedy. Back to Rob, I really don't think we'd ever be in a place where I could get seconds from his ass either. He makes such a big deal about having sex and how much effort it is for him to get fucked. I guess it's like a catch-22; you either get a guy who isn't that good at sex or you get a guy who always wants sex and ends up cheating on you any chance he gets. Any middle-ground here?

Doctor's Appointment

Continuing on from my last post, Rob (the Doctor) and I made a "part 2" of our date for the next eve when he was to stop by my place on his way home from UCSF. He called me around 10:00pm saying he'd be on schedule at my place in 1/2 hour, which gave me time to clean up a little (didn't want him to think I was a slob). When he showed up at the door, he was noticeably less confident and almost tense. I mentioned this to him and told him he could just relax around me and that this wasn't an interview. He joked that being in his mercedes while we talked had given him confidence and now that we were on my home turf he was nervous. I gave him a quick tour of my place ending up on my balcony overlooking the water where we stopped to chat for a few. When I felt he was relaxed enough, I led him into my "fun times" room where we began to kiss. Normally, I don't like to kiss other guys and I've mentioned this several times before. When I do kiss, I prefer the top lip (surprise) and am usually the more active kisser. But with Rob, this wasn't working as he had a very bushy goatee and HUGE lips which I just couldn't get around. After about 5 minutes of fumbling through this (at the same time removing our clothes down to our underwear) I thought all was lost and that I'd just forego kissing and take it to the next level. Then I pulled down his underwear and mine so he could get a good look at my schlong. His cock was nice, not big, but nice and well proportioned. He REALLy liked mine and started tugging it and then knelt to start sucking me. I remembered his warning about being a quick ejaculator, so I was casually (but vigilantly) monitoring his hands to make sure he didn't jack himself off too much.

Even though he probably could have spent 1/2 hour on my cock, I finally pulled him up and bent him over my bed, spread his cheeks and started teasing his ass with my tongue. His BEAUTIFUL pink hole was staring right at me, but since he'd never been with me before I had fun with him; licking his ass cheeks, then all around his hole- getting as close as possible but never touching it. I wanted him to think I wasn't into it, but when the moment was right, a jammed my tongue straight in his hole and he tensed up and moaned. His hole was tight enough to crush walnuts, but I was unrelenting, pushing my tongue further and further in. I even had to tell him to relax a couple times, and finally got my tongue to losen him up.

OK, now onto the fucking: I started on him missionary and was very gentle. Surprisingly he took my whole cock in the first attempt, but was so tight that I really couldn't do much but straight in and out (once again reasuring him it was gonna be OK and telling him to relax etc). I felt underneath to rub his balls and stroke him a couple times, more to see if his dick was hard than anything else (and yes, it sure was). So, I started pumping harder and he loosened up even more. When I finally got him missionary (we both agreed this was our shared favorite position) we were getting into a serious rhythm. I gave kissing him one more try, and wow! This time his mouth totally enveloped mine, so it was like I was kissing the inside of his lips, if this makes sense. It was HOT. I couldn't get enough!!! I enjoyed his kisses in this new "position" for my lips even more than the sex itself. After a few minutes, I felt I should probably wrap up so as to not risk him cumming before me so I started pumping and finally came. I looked down at his dick to see it was still hard (DAMN! Was hoping I'd hit a bull's eye). I told him I wanted to see him cum now, and he started jacking wildly while I kept pumping my cock inside him. He finally came very loudly and emotionally and then thanked me. I asked what for and he responded, "for staying hard after you came to fuck me some more". I told him that's what good tops do. All in all, he was a very hot guy. But physically he is too muscular for me; I like his big arms wrapped around me, but don't like his ass being so tight and legs that don't open up wide enough. I'd give him a B, and wouldn't mind a repeat to see where it goes.

The next day, I got to fuck Steel (TWICE!!) during the day. Then in the eve a guy I'd done before came back over; he looks like Vigo Mortensen with a shaved head so I'll call him "Vigo"). Vigo has one of the best asses out of all my bottoms (yes, I finally got some pics to show you and here they are)

. This all got me thinking; Vigo has the best ass and is hands down the best fuck; Steel is the best looking (muscular, but compact- 5'5"); and Rob has the best personality and potential. Damn, I wish they'd consent to joining my harem.

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...

Randier than a jackrabbit

I don't know if there was something in the water or someone slipped me a viagra in my jamba-juice (I've never had viagra or anything like it in my life, so I'm just hypothesizing here) but Friday, I just could not keep the long ranger corraled. Steel has been coming over about twice a week now, and I knew it was one of "his" days. So, from the moment I woke up I had a raging case of wood. He came over mid-day and said he only had an hour or so since he had to go back to work. I didn't want to waste any time and with little foreplay we just started fucking (we started with him butts up on my bed and me standing from behind). I remembered the last couple times he came over, he was content to just get fucked and not make any effort to jack-off or even cum. This time I asked him, "Hey, do you feel like cumming or is this cool?" He shrugged his shoulders, so I took it as a challenge. I leaned over his back and got close to his ear, my cock stationary but flexing and pulsing inside him, and said, "what's the best way you like to get fucked?" He shrugged again and said, "I like it all." I said in a lower tone, "Come on, man. You have to have a favorite position." He shrugged yet again, so I continued, "Well, this time I want you just to focus on your asshole. Don't worry about my dick, just think about how your ass feels when I'm doing it to you and we can compare positions." I gave him a couple more minutes ramming him from behind. Then I pushed him forward, making sure to follow so my dick stayed inside him. Then straddled him and fucked him prison style; slow strokes first, then really nailing him. "Which one is better, the last one or this one?" "This one, definitely" he moaned. Hmmm...not my favorite position, but I could get off like this if I needed to. I continued in my quest and rolled him over on his side. Bingo. "This one! I like this one!" he offered, with no solicitation this time. I reached around to feel his dick, and sure enough it was hard as a rock. Even though I prefer missionary, I felt benevolent, and fucked him on his side until I shot my load, then he jacked himself off and came shortly thereafter.
OK, now I usually get 2 loads from Steel, and this time was no exception. Within 20 minutes of round 1, I was fucking him missionary and this time not caring if he got off (or even enjoyed it). He took it like a champ and it didn't take me long to shoot my second wad with his legs spread wide like a bitch in heat. Almost right after I came he said he needed to get going back to work or he'd be late. I told him I understood and thanked him for the two great fucks and he left.
Normally, that would be that for the day. But for some reason about 5 minutes after Steel left, I was feeling it again, and BAD. I thought, "FUCK! I just can't empty my balls today!" But as Steel was gone, I wondered if I should just forget it and focus on something else (I had to go to the gym later, and thought that would take my mind off of things). Then I thought I'd try a VERY mediocre fuck that I had a couple weeks earlier who had been messaging me for seconds, but I really wasn't interested. Hey...desperate times, eh? Sure enough, he was grateful for the attention, and said he could be over in 10 minutes. When he got here, I wasted no time and just started fucking him with no foreplay and no mercy; it was all about me getting my dick off again. 3 minutes later while fucking him missionary, I started pumping my load out, and felt the warm jizz from his dick hitting my groin as he was cumming without touching himself. I know he really enjoyed it, but honestly, for my purposes he could have been anyone; I just needed more hole. So, my scorecard: 2 hours, 2 guys, 3 loads.
"OK, NOW I can get on with my day!" I thought. I went to grab a late lunch, then went to the gym and had a GREAT workout. And wouldn't you know it? Just like some siren luring my canoe to the rocks, there was some buffed thuggish Flip cruising me the whole time in the locker room. Interested, I followed him into the showers, then the steam room with my towel on to hide my stiffy. When I got into the steam room, I saw an old creepy man sitting there playing with himself, blatantly (this was not the "gay" gym in SF, this was my regular "straight" one). Although I had never seen him there before, I knew his type and realized he probably brought a tent and canteen with him in that sauna, so there would be absolutely NO way I was gonna have any time alone with the flip. So, I acknowledged defeat and left, now strangely drained for the first time of the day.
Later that night Chef came over since he was having some family issues at his family's place and needed to crash. I was really glad I was drained so I wouldn't have any impulse to try and mess with Chef, since I had made a conscious effort to keep him as a friend and not cross the line anymore. I still find him attractive, but something in our relationship changed to where I look at him now as a relative/close friend as opposed to anything sexual. It was great to see him and visit. Now if I can only figure out what it was that I ate the day before...

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.