The Truth About Dawson

I worked out so hard on Saturday that I was too goddamned tired to get laid. I checked out barebackrt to see what was going on...not much, so I called it a night and retired early. Awaking energized and fresh on Sunday morning, I went online early and hooked up with a gent I'd played cat and mouse with for over a year...trying to hook up, but it seems something always came up and we still hadn't connected. Sometimes it was him, sometimes it was me, so that made it especially hot when we finally agreed to meet early on Sunday morning. The host has a nice set up, in a vaguely art deco house in SF's highly desirable Cole Valley, a woodsy neighborhood where the mists of the afternoon fog keeps everything green and squeaky clean. There's a playroom of sorts just off the garage, with a nicely upholstered daybed and a big screen TV playing porn with Dawson, the textbook hot bottom fucking trashbottom college slut Ian Jay. My host delivered an earnest fuck and after he blew his load kept his dick impaled deep in my toxic asshole, grinding, digging in deeper and deeper. When he pulled out, his dick was bigger than it had been going on. We chatted a bit, seems he's well-connected, knows some of the guys at Treasure Island Media, even knows Dawson himself and informed me that the superstar has been relocated to San Francisco for about a year now. So, Mr. Dawson is NOT an out-of-towner, as I had blogged in my last posting. Just to clear the record, Dawson is now a San Franciscan...I hope to see more of him...it's a cheap thrill and a bonus to living here in Sodom-by-the-Bay.
Cheap thrills: catching porn vet Max Holden bouncing out of the Metro station on Market St. and hurrying down Montgomery St., wearing a USAF flight jacket...the pukey green kind, with orange lining, made me wonder if MH had been a fellow flyboy...Keer shopping in Cliff's Variety on Castro, wearing sweatpants, a tank top and running shoes...little Billy Boyd on the Muni Metro looking a little worse for wear (after a hot night, maybe), and a Mick (Plowed, Like Honey, Knocked Up, all by TIM) look-a-like, having coffee with a pal at the outdoor cafe in Citicorp Plaza just off Market St.
Looking forward to my next Dawson sighting, take care, all.