Smoke Gets in Your Ass

My own ass, actually, and on a school night to boot...things happen when you're unemployed. Feelin' hornier than usual, I walked around the corner to the porn arcade on Geary & Polk Sts. Nothin' goin' on...oh well, actually, a workin' boy was lodged in there but we don't do that sort of thing...and horny as I was, I just wasn't in the mood to stand around and model for an unknown period of time. Back home, I got pinged by a guy on barebackrt...an honest to God total top, and it wasn't gettin' any earlier...get on over here, I wrote back. Said top turned out to be a recent transplant from LA and into partying...he pulled out a pipe and politely offered...partying hadn't been discussed earlier, but as I said, I was really horny...and it wasn't gettin' any earlier...it's now around midnight. What transpired was an inspired, crystal meth-fueled session that lasted six raunchy hours. LA top fucked me on all fours...it was an average-sized dick that stayed hard the whole time he was into his spirited, aggressive fucking...he kept it up the whole goddamned time, kinda unbelievable, but he sure did. After a couple of hours, he shot his pozjuice deep into my butthole. And this despite the crystal. As for me, it ain't my thing, but I did take a couple of hits...and most of what I got was blown into my mouth...a smoky kiss that sent all that shit straight into my brain. It turned out that he was also into farts, and got what he wanted by blowing crystal smoke right up my ass, and then resumed fucking my poz hole getting it juicy, sloppy to the point where it emitted loud, raunchy sounding farts...a steady machine gun rapid firing off of little nasties, and then eventually that loud gassy blaster he was aimin' for. Whenever the farting subsided, he'd load up on the pipe, and then get down to blow more smoke up my ass. I don't think I've felt sluttier in my life. LA top turned me on my back and then fucked my ass for another long session, and while he came close to blowing a second load up that smoky ass, this time he came up a little short. Nevertheless, this was one hot fuck...one of the best among a slutty lifetime of great fucks. Fartmen, get a hold of me...I want more!

Steamworks All-Nighter

The good thing, about having friends in from out of town, is that you often get around to doing things you've been meaning to do, but for whatever reason, haven't. I mean, who ever heard of a San Franciscan who hasn't taken the tour of Alcatraz? Well, I haven't and I know of many other locals who haven't either. I need a friend who wants to go to Alcatraz and then I'll finally do it. Friends from SoCal came up for the Cockpit Party last Thursday night, and we all agreed to hit the Steamworks in Berkeley on Friday night, which we did. I've been to Steamworks many times and have blogged about my encounters there, but I'd never stayed later than 9 p.m. We checked in around 5 p.m., and it seemed slow for a Friday (the Steamworks has been pretty good for me, as far as daytime action is concerned), but while there was a drag for a while, overall it was busy enough, so we renewed our rooms...they had planned to do so anyway, and I eventually did so myself...I know, it was out of character...but that's the point: do something new or different and you'll surprise yourself. We checked out at 8 a.m., Saturday, and I drove us back into The City. The biggest surprise is that I wasn't the least bit tired...it didn't catch up with me until early Sat. evening. But here's how it went for my first All-Nighter ever.
Check in: 5 p.m.
#1 Over the Hill Surfer, 5:30 p.m., tall, slender, pretty much hairless on his body but he made up for it with a full head of blonde hair...nice man-face, good kisser, kinda affectionate...couldn't get it up...left at his discretion, and I told him I hoped he'd come back..more about him later.
#2 Samoan Top, 6:15 p.m., I don't know if this guy is Samoan or not...what the govt. probably says is that he's Pacific Islander. I know better: there are Polynesians, Melanesians, Micronesians and some subgroups which the white man bureaucrats simply lump in together as 'Pacific Islanders,'...I'd be annoyed, just as white man's nomenclature of 'Asian' pretty much lumps in 3/4 of humanity into one big group...Chinese, Japanese, Koreans, Vietnamese, Thais, etc. are all distinctive, too different to be dissed as 'Asian,' but by the same token, white man also uses the term 'Caucasian' for biological types native to Europe, North Africa and the Near East, as well as parts of the Eurasian land mass...how sillyass is that? But I digress: this top certainly looked Samoan to me: big, barrel chest, big arms, thick neck, small ass to push it in with, it was average-sized but torpedo-shaped...ST slammed my ass for a good 15 minutes, alas, wearing a condom. The last Samoan top I had buggered me butthole in Palm Springs and dumped a goodsized load. This guy didn't come; I checked his condom when he left. Nice guy, though.
From 7 p.m. to about 10 p.m., nothing happened!! I trolled the halls myself...not much goin' on anywheres.
#3 Politico, 10 p.m. I don't know if this guy is a politician or not, but he sure sounded like one: smooth talker, generous with the nice comments, flattering me with words about how handsome I am, what a nice ass I've got, etc. Politico (and God I really do wish he were a closeted office holder/high ranking bureaucrat...that would be so hot, and a first for me) fucked me good with a thick, fat dick...yowza...this was the best fuck of the night. Don't know if he came or not...handsome devil in sort of an Irish way, mature face, full head of hair, nice smile. I wonder if bottoms in Wash DC are getting fucked by closeted politicians, oh hot! Yowza!
#4 African Guy, 11:30 p.m. He wanted to cuddle, after he couldn't get it up. Breaking the stereotype, he was average sized. Completely hairless body, very sexy, nicely-shaped cock...I wish I could have had it.
#5 The return of the Surfer, 12:30 a.m.; they say they'll come back, but they rarely do. He did! I worked on his dick and it stayed spongy and floppy, then low and behold, he came on my belly. I wiped it up with hand and lubed my hole with it. It was the best I could do. This was a nice bod, nice to hold on to.
#6 Older White Guy 1:45 a.m....fucked me good with condom.
#7 At the fuck bench in the play area, got fucked by a top anonymously in the dark, never saw his face...reached down to feel his cock working my ass: condom! Shit, man! No load, withdrew after a few minutes.
#8 Stocky Latino, 3:00 a.m. On the surface, he's one of my types: stocky, muscular build, short dark hair, thick thighs. But then...a dick the size of a peanut with balls resembling a couple of very tiny walnuts. Ah shit! However, after working on his dick for a while, it got rock hard and Stocky Latino gave me a good hard fuck, he fucked with vigor and total domination...he was mostly on his knees as he fucked me on my back. Raw! Don't know for sure if he came or not, but by now my asshole's making those squishy sounds. After he left, I tried to push it out, whatever was up there...nothing came out so I guess it was just my buttjuices.
#9 Anonymous Top, 6:00 a.m. Back on the fuckbench, somebody fucked my ass bareback for a few minutes then withdrew. We had attracted a bit of a crowd, so I sucked everybody else, four or five guys, hoping one of them would finish the job. Not only did I fail in that, everybody left after I sucked him off. I cleared out the play area all by myself at 6:00 a.m.! How fucked is that?
#10 Inept Chinese Fucker, 7:30 a.m. Still on the fuckbench. This guy tried for 30 minutes to plug my hole with a droopy noodle. He seemed to think the problem was lube, he kept lubing himself up...that's why I call him inept...anybody could go soft, that's part of being male...but this guy wouldn't take the hint: I stopped cooperating after sucking him for 15 minutes or so (this whole exercise lasted about 45 minutes)...and then I kept moving up on the bench so that he couldn't reach my hole...then he'd try to pull me back. I'm not rude...and I'd never 'diss' anyone, but here, I had to pull myself off the bench and leave. It was almost 8 a.m., maybe he was just tired, played out, it happens.
On the balance, a very nice night...my pals also had a great time, and I think they'll be back. Thanks Steamworks for the spotless rooms, nice staff, great house music. I renewed my membership and hope to be back soon.

Discreet Businessman Becomes Nasty Poz Fucker in Late Night Hotel Hook-UP

When blogging, I do my best to respect the wishes of the guys I have sex with. If it's a famous person, like a pornstar, I'll go ahead and be upstanding, but if a guy has a lot of 'Ask Me's' in his profile, then I won't mention his screen name. He's got his reasons which are none of my business. I'm not being coy or playing games, it's just the way I see it. Last Monday night, a visitor to SF found me online at barebackrt...he was the only total top 'looking' and I was going to ping him myself but he beat me to it...the Hilton's about a 15 minute walk from my place...we exchanged a few messages, I gave him my cell phone number, we connected...and it turns out he was esconced in a rather large suite on the top floor of the Hilton Tower. He looks like one of the guys on 'Mad Men,' super-straight, conservative haircut, old school black framed glasses. He's built like a linebacker with an average-sized dick which was easy to get rock hard at 90 degrees. And he's HIV-positive, which is a matter I always clear up from the start, but it's not mentioned in his profile...it was one of his 'Ask Me's...which is why I asked.
I went down on him directly after shedding all my clothes (I look rather preppy myself, not my usual dressed down appearance) while he stripped his sport shirt and trousers, leaving his white tee. He keeps his glasses on, while he stands at the bed, and pulls my ass over to the edge. I get a nicely-paced, deliberate, measured fucking, and he knows how to use his dick, giving my throbbing buttlips a nice massage. He talks a little bit...not too much...just some phrases in a low voice, about a 'tight hole.' Well, my hole ain't tight...it's deep, hot and big. So I keep my mouth shut, he ain't complainin'. But he gets it...he doesn't plunge or plow, he really strokes. It's a hot fuck.
I've been pretty quiet...but he asks me about the load in my ass (I had slipped a cum cube up there before I left home), 'whose is it?' 'A hot Mexican's,' I said back (at least party true)...'oh yeah?' Then I let loose with some trash talk about wanting his poz cum up there, to mix it up with the poz cum of hot latinos who've been fuckin' me lately, and then, pop! pop! pop! He shoots his load into my ass. It was the poz references that got him off (join the club!) Despite his Chamber of Commerce front, this top turned out to be just another twisted type into cum-mixing, spreading and sharing the toxic seed, getting off on the whole idea. When I got home, I took a squat on the kitchen floor, pushed out his cum into my reservoir tank of seed...and it was a pretty good load, nice and clear, nasty and deadly. Thanks, man, nasty mr. businessman.

Bath House Roughfuckin'

It's Friday afternoon and I'm back at Steamworks thinkin' to hook up with guys on the down low. You never know how it's gonna go at a bathhouse, and today was no exception. And it didn't look very promising...not that busy, and...a lot of bottoms already there...a wide range of bottoms hungry for dick, for every taste. In the room next to mine there's a cute little Abercrombie & Fitch type slut (and later I'd see him in an A&F cobalt blue tee) putting up and out his best feature: a perfect bubble butt. There was a hot Jake Wetmore type, and a slightly round femmy type in a green bandana, and a guy I think I recognized from barebackrt, in one of the highly desirable 'SuperSlut' rooms on the main corridor leading back to the gymn and the gloryholes. There was enough to please any top and most versatiles.
But, hell, nobody was getting fucked! The best I could do was an okay fuck on the saddletramp in the gloryhole area, delivered by a short Asian guy wearing a rubber.
After a few hours...a lot of time was spent in my room vacuum pumping behind a closed door...I decided to call it a night. As I got to the checkout, there was a crowd of 4 or 5 black guys, don't know if they came together or just happened to come in at the same time. All were overweight; 2 were downright obese. Seeing all this for what it was: promising, with great potential...I went back to my room.
None of these black guys bothered to give me a look, as best as I could tell, but out of nowhere this white daddy comes him, sticks his long and slender dick in my face and gets the best blowjob I could muster...within seconds, this long rod is deep in my ass and this guy gives me a hard and rough plowing...maybe a good 15 minutes, a good loud fuck...he was just as noisy as I am, and I'm noisy with trash talk and my head thumping against the bathhouse wall. White Dad doesn't come, but quits and departs with a grunt. I just chilled, stretched out, savoring the fuck, my butt up in the air. Within minutes, another white dad is in, plugging my ass. This dick kept slipping out and was brutally stuffed back in, a man in control. Loud sex noises all along, just as before...then after a frenzied fuck of 15 minutes or so, he's outa there. He didn't come either. Moments later, as I left my room, I saw a line of 3 or 4 guys up against the wall, as if waiting to see who the trashy slut in Room 210 was. 30 minutes of hot bare fucking, 2 hot daddy tops...worth it! Never saw any of the black guys, finally left feelin' good.

Masterful Poz Latino Fucker Despite Mishaps

I had a window of free time, so I hit up on barebackrt with a younger latino poz top, who turned out to have an amazing cock, a gift from God, a crooked dick curving downward like a scimitar...not just bent, but an honest to goodness crook, a crank, a masterpiece of mother nature and I could hardly wait to get it up my ass and savor the sensation of it digging into me, doggystyle. Fuck yeah!! Then I'm on my back, he's inside me, and we're kissing like a couple of gone to hell apes. There are certain moves that are done best with a big dick in a big hole...such as...this dick swiped the insides of my fuckchute with a rippling sensation that I couldn't recall ever feeling before, touching places I didn't know I had, then enhanced by his gentle massaging of my asslips, shit, it was one hot fuck and I knew it and I did my best bottoming style to match his masterful fucking...that means pushing back a little meeting his thrusts with my buttmuscles pressing around that crankshaft of his. Then it started getting juicy with some minor farting sounds, like a ladle dipping into some thick soup...but he hadn't cum yet...his profile read that he liked long sessions, this being one dude who takes his time. But I was so caught up in his slow and steady drilling, that I just let the farts go, until...goddammit, I let go with eine grosse fahrt, I mean, a really big one that shot a blot of lube onto his tank top. Somewhat embarrassing to me, shit, but thank God he didn't care, laughed it off.
This buttlove continued and got pretty intense...meeting his thrusts with everything I had in me...he said pushing back with my asshole would take him longer to cum, and I thought OK, but I was getting really worked up and finally, asked for a break to take an aspirin. Yeah, dudes, I really thought I could have a heart attack...besides, I'd taken a Levitra. So, eventhough I feared that I was killing the moment, I ran to the john, swallowed an aspirin and got back to it. The dude never lost the beat...we just changed positions...first spooning, which he handled supremely well, slipping out occasionally but that just made it hotter when he guided that torpedo back in, running over my asslips with that crookdick then hitting me at different angles. Shit, how much of this can I take? Then he put me on all fours and gave it to me doggystyle, and then I thought I really would die..he really knew how to work the sides of that butt canal, I don't think he ever hit the deep bottom like a lot of other fuckers have..it wasn't a punchfuck, but a slow, steady cranking massage, really fantastic...and then I inadvertently did my best to fuck it up again...first with the fart, then the aspirin, and now with a bottle of spilled poppers. Neither of us noticed this until the stench in my small apartment became overwhelming. The poor guy had to stop...he was getting a headache...we had to break it up and open the windows. He never did cum, and I never got what would have been a special toxic recharging. Shit, but it was one memorable fuck, and M., I hope we can do it again...and again.
One word about the poppers mentioned: this was a new one to me, called Amyl Night and it was a fresh bottle I bought at Rockhard on Castro St. I build a resistance over time to most poppers, but this was new to me, as I said, and I must attest, it is some potent stuff, with a different kind of high, though, sadly, the whole bottle was lost, so I'm back to Rockhard to get me another. If only it were as easy to find a fuckbuddy with everything I like...poz, latino, shit, life can be good.

Steamworks Cumdump

Since I found myself in Berkeley last Sunday, I just had to drop into the Steamworks for a relaxing couple of hours before heading out to the Central Valley for a family Sunday supper. Arriving around 2, fairly early, I thought it would get me a good choice of rooms, but all they had was the extra large 'super slut' room with the oversized metal frame four poster bed and optional sling...mirrors on two walls...located on the main aisle...at a whopping $55. Well, I was already there...and though I had expected to fork over a Jackson and get a standard room, it was time for plastic...that really messes up my budget, so I won't be buying Dick Wadd's 'Niggas' Revenge 2' or Sean Storm's 'Cum Greedy Fuckholes.' Well, it's all about priorities, you know.
I adjusted the lighting and got a pretty good effect...I came pretty close to looking like Dawson at his peak, which to my mind, was when he made 'UK Butt Bangers.' I gave myself 2 hours, that means $27.50 per hour...well, that's still better than a cheap hotel.
#1 Chubby Daddy
I'm not a discriminating bottom when it comes to putting it all out in a bathhouse. #1 was horribly out of shape with a big belly that folded over...well, and I'll be nice...the smallest dick I've seen in a while, and it looked even smaller due to the rolls of fat folding forward. But you never know, so I sucked on that mini-dick but wasn't able to get much of a rise. I'm a nice guy: I told chubby dad that he should come back later, maybe...but he never did...never saw him again.
#2 Crix Belly
This was a middle-aged dad with a crix belly that I hung on to while he fucked my ass...I was on my back taking his average-sized dick after sucking on it for a while until it about doubled in size. But dad's dick kept slipping out, so I thought it was me and maybe I shouldn't move so much...but it turned out to be dad's fuckstyle...withdrawing and then thrusting with quick, short jabs...Crix Belly finally shot a load up my ass and with great gusto. For those who don't know: a Crix (from Crixivan, an HIV med)belly is hard, not flabby, as if there were a basketball in there. I say this, eventhough I don't know anybody who takes Crixivan anymore.
#3 Mohawk Art Punk
This was a slender, short arty type with a blonde mohawk to contrast his darker hair everywhere else. Another average-sized dick that plumbed my innards nicely until he filled his condom. Neat freak: he slipped the condom off and tucked it into the small plastic bag the Steamworks provides. I would later take this trash bag home, snip off the condom's head and add that cum to my frozen cum collection.
#4 Latino Daddy
One of the reasons I like Steamworks is that there are always a lot of Latinos there. Latino dad didn't bother with a condom (among Latinos I've had, I'd say it was 50-50 regarding condom use...kinda scary since most Latinos are married even if they get all their sex in bathhouses) and fucked me well with another average-sized dick. A noisy load blast, by the way.
#5 Salt and Pepper Dad
This dad was truly grateful for the chance to fuck my ass and dump his cum deep into my guts. By the this time, I'm hearing sloppy sounds coming with each thrust of his dick, also average-sized. I should have shoved that condom up my ass...that would have been hot. S&P dad was really enthusiastic and dare I say, grateful, like he hadn't cum in weeks. He gave me an appreciative hug.
#6 Athlete
Here was a well-built lean type who fucked me bareback for a good 15 minutes and in just about every position. This was a neat, efficient, energized fucking with a big dick. More squishy sounds, and now my ass is beginning to feel 'full.' Hell yeah.
#7 Tom Shannon look-a-like
This was not the superb Mr. Shannon, but when we looked at each other face to face, I saw Tom Shannon. And he fucked like Tom Shannon, forcefully, with vigor and control and eager to try every position, including a reverse fuck. Not to mention his well-sized appendage. TS came loud and strong. Finally, I got up off the bed and stood by door.
'You want me to leave? Are we finished?'
'Well...do you?'
'Hell, I'm Italian. I can give it up forever.
'Well, I'm Italian, too (a lie), and whatever you can give, I can take!'
Round 2 followed with some more esoteric positions, like with me hanging on to the bedframe. A lot of stand-up fucking. TS didn't come a second time, as far as I could tell. A memorable fuck from a nice guy.
I would have liked to test myself longer...I still had about 6 hours left, but I had to get on the road. Not bad for a couple of hours, as close to a cum dump as I would get for a Sunday afternoon.

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.