Black Jews and other curiosities

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

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

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

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

Low drama, high sperm count

I spent most of last weekend and the earlier part of this week fixing up my old place at the behest and incessant nagging of my new realtor. Yes, I have decided that I just don't have the free time or energy to sell my old place myself. And the market isn't very good right now, so chances are it may unfortunately be on the market for awhile (it's already been 3 weeks). And with the exception of the occasional annoying Chinese woman who come to view the appartment then spend the entire time bitching and complaining about how this or that isn't done (there have been about 3 now), there really hasn't been much interest. But aside from being utterly "Po" at the moment, life is very nice. I haven't been doing much boning, mostly because I've been spending time fixing up my old place for sale. But I did fuck that Venezuelan guy at my gym a few times over the past few weeks. Only the last two times I tried (Monday and Weds this week), the environment wasn't very accomodating. Meaning, there were always a couple of relentless old-fat Asian onlookers who refused to leave the steamroom. And the Venezuelan guy didn't help things as he would start stroking his dick for anyone at the drop of a hat. I was right in that he really just got off on the whole "sex at the gym" thing. So, even though he would fondle me and make gestures like he wanted to get fucked, because of the timing, we couldn't do it there. And when I told him we should go somewhere else, both times he gave the same excuse, "Eets getting to late."The second time this happend, not only did I have major blue-balls, but I got really pissed at the realization that more and more old fags (especially of the Asian pursuasion) have been inundating my gym. Add to this, the intelligence level and professionalism of the staff seems to be on a downward spiral. So, on my way out I asked for a "travel pass" as I'm gonna be traveling soon and wanted gym access there. The scrawny 19-year-old Asian kid looked at me like a deer looks at an oncoming jeep. I asked again politely since he was obviously new, by then an older very buffed and NICE looking thuggish Filipino guy who works there came over to help him out. While they were doing that, I remembered I might need to change my credit card info, so asked the older Flip how I should do that. I know this guy understands me, but he is always very brusk and almost evasive everytime I talk to him for anything. So, I had to of course ask twice. He asked me about 3 times what my membership number was, and each time I told him the same thing. Finally he started filling out some form, then said distantly, "what's your new address?" At this point I was getting really pissed off, because he obviously wasn't even paying attention. So, when I told him a third time that I needed to change my credit card info, NOT my address, something snapped. I just thought, "Why the fuck am I even bothering with this place anymore." So, I told the muscle-flip, "Actually, just get me the cancelation papers, I want to cancel my membership." He looked at me like, "whatever. not my problem." He reached under the counter for some more papers, then just set them on the counter and said, "you'll need to fill these out." So, I started to fill outt the documents...until I realized I was filling out an "enroll a friend!" document. I was so incredibly pissed off at this point (blue-balls and incompetence is a bad combination), so I asked, him, "This form says 'enroll a friend'. Is this the form I'm supposed to use for cancelation?" He just looked around briefly under the desk and said, "let me go see if we have some in the back." But before he could break eye-contact I said, "Listen dude, I know how mentally challenging this job must be for you, and I'm sure it was either work behind the desk of a gym or finish your PHD at Stanford, but I've been standing here for 10 minutes now trying to do just two VERY simple things, and NEITHER of them are done. So, to make things easier on both of us, I'll do the cancelation over the phone. And hopefully you'll be to busy figuring out how the lightswitch works to be the one to answer the phone."Then I just turned and left. I coulda been nicer, but just really wasn't in the mood for indifference and incompetence. The whole experience put me in a really bad mood. By the next day tho, I shrugged it off, canceled my membership over the phone and that's that. I'm not "quitting" the gym, as there is one at my work which is free...and NICE. So, it's really just an expense I can do without (and the occasional possibility of fucking the Venezuelan dude wasn't worth $40 a month). And today, after my gym routine at the "new" gym, I hit the restrooms at the park on my way home. There, I got to fuck a NICE 30-something skinny blond dude. He's obviously a computer geek as he has long hippie-like hair in a pony-tail in the back. His ass was NICE and I pounded it with no mercy in the stall until some old guy came in. I could tell it was an old guy and not a cop or anything since he went over to the urinals to do his business (very loudly), plus he was wearing white socks and sandals. After about a minute he finally left, and started pounding the geek again mercilessly, but he was loving it. Finally I came and as I was taking the condom off he knelt down and started sucking my dick again. I let him for a few seconds (easy way to clean up actually) then just zipped up and left. Hey, what you see is what you get when you meet at a bathroom. No pleasantries necessary.And finally, speaking of pleasantries, or rather UNpleasantries, a friend of mine sent this video. It's truly gross, but in a Roseanne Bar singing kinda way.