Last Bottom Standing

Standing was about the only position in which I did not get fucked last night in Palm Springs. A Friday night party usually consists of locals, as opposed to a Saturday party which needs tourists, and visitors to make it really interesting. The crowd last night was definitely local, and included a couple of my fuckbuds who were slow in getting into the groove. That would be easy to understand...they came from work or after daily, unsexy errands. One, especially a top, needs to get his mind on and get warmed up. Bottoms mostly need to be concerned only about getting cleaned out. I saw my buds jacking off, trying to get worked up, and I did my best, sticking my ass out in all kinds of slutty poses. It worked for a dozen new fucks,however, all doggy style. One bud did get it up and fucked my ass nicely. The other finally got into my ass, as the crowd was thinning out. He's always good, energetic fuck, with a rabbit-fuck style...if you're not in shape, he'll wear you out, such a horrible dilemma for bottoms. Too bad, huh? Then out of nowhere, a short type with glasses and an impressive hard on showed up: obviously from out of town, as he had no way of knowing that the local desert crowd is an early crowd...the parties start early, 8 or 830, and break up around 11. This guy showed up around 10, when there were more guys leaving rather than arriving. I stoked his dick and it didn't need any help as we got right down to it...on a mattress, doggy style, bent over, missionary and finally a squat fuck riding that rockhard cock, it never moved off its straight up twelve o'clock high position. But we became aware that the hosts maybe wanted to call it a night. So we promised to resume on Saturday. This was a good party: 12 dicks, 1 or 2 loads undiscovered until I got home and feeling pregnant, I did a squat, cupped my palm around my hole and dumped a nice, big wad of cum.

Scouts' Badge for Bottoming

It's been a while since I was a Boy Scout but I recall deep from the recesses of my memory, something about 'Be Prepared.' A good scout was always prepared, and in those days it meant something about keeping a jack knife and a compass on you at all times. For aging boy scout bottoms it could also mean keeping yourself cleaned out at all times. I can only reason that the bottom half of a long term relationship cleans himself out before going to bed and first thing upon getting up in the morning. I mean, I've never had a relationship where I slept with somebody, the same somebody, night after night...so I'm only trying to make sense of it. If your mate starts putting the moves on you in the middle of the night, the least you can do is oblige and you'd better be ready for anything.

Back in the '80's when I was an exclusive top and didn't give an itty bitty thought about what bottoms have to do, I had a colleague at work who was decades ahead of me, as far as awareness was concerned. I guess Barry was versatile, and I'm not sure why I think that, because he never left the house without a cleaned and lubed hole. I discovered this when we had occasion to travel together on business, when we shared a room at the Disneyland Hotel in Anaheim, this was years ago. After dinner, he announced that he was going to take a cab to hit the gay bars in Garden Grove, the town next door to Anaheim where all the gay bars were at the time, and could I leave for a while so he could get ready? Getting ready meant cleaning out and lubing his hole with vaseline which is what he liked to use, I found out.
Then he told me that this is what he did every night. Just in case. Be prepared.

Now that I have 3 fuck buddies, I've altered my lifestyle to accommodate their tastes. They're all daybirds...one is an early morning bird, another is a nooner and the other hits me up on his way home from work. Now I'm not about to turn down a chance to get laid. Since my conversion, the only certain thing is that I'm going to take my HIV with me to the grave, so there's no good reason to pass up a chance or put off an opportunity, much less to be noble. This means I have to be prepared just about all the time, and this requires a scout's dedication.
Scout's honor.
Listen up, all you bottoms working on your scout's badges.
Be prepared.
I think I've earned my badge.