Mexican Cum Goes Ass Schmear

Well, it took him a while, but he finally fucked me. I was in the sling in the playroom at Camp Palm Springs on a Sunday evening and where all (well, most of them, as we'll see) the guys there were into jacking off. But...there was a skinny Mexican guy hanging out, giving me looks but not really cruising. He'd come closer, then back off, and eventually retreated to a cot and jacked off a bit to porn. Then he'd come closer again and the pattern was repeated. Finally...after a couple of hours...he grabbed the sling and fucked my ass...not the biggest dick but he knew what to do with it. With this top, I worked my buttmuscles massaging his dick as he fucked me, and he seemed to like that...I know I did...I puckered my hole and pushed out a little bit and he kept right on fuckin'. Finally, he pulled off...and I saw him rip off the condom (!!!) and he finished by whacking off and squirting all over my stomach. The best I could do was to wipe up the cum with my fingers and smear it all over my butthole, doing what I could to finger a bit of it into my ass...hoping that the next guy would work it deeper into my manhole. Sadly, there was no next guy. Sundays are problematic...sometimes they can be hot, but this wasn't one of those times. However, if I can't get cum shot into my ass, then I'll do what I can to get it up there...smearing it all over my asslips or shoving a condom full of cum up my ass. Cumlovers must be resourceful. Hey, happy fuckin', get laid tonight!

Human Butt Plug

The Human Butt Plug is the best way to describe this Palm Springs top, with whom I've communicated several times before, whom I finally hooked up with last Sunday night. It was already around 10 p.m. when I logged into barebackrt to check out what was happening late on a Sunday night, in Palm Springs not necessarily the best time. I wasn't online for more than 5 minutes, when I got 'pinged' by Human Butt Plug, and within minutes I was on my way to his place in the gay ghetto of Warm Sands. He doesn't call himself the Human Butt Plug...I do. This guy's endowment is so big and fat that he can bring pleasure even when only semi-hard. As I sat down on his plumped up manmeat I felt my buttlips stretch and fit over that knob of his, and he didn't need to do much more...I had that fulfilling sensation one gets with his favorite butt plug...the one where the slightest movement causes subtle gentle ripples along the walls of your fuckchute. I maximized my good fortune by squeezing his shaft with my buttmuscles and massaging it, sending little jolts of pleasure up, down, everywhere. Butt Plug didn't let me do all the work: he told me when to move forward, when to back up, when to twist, and finally he was flipping me outwards like a tailgate, and that fat dick never once slipped out...I just kept the clamp on as best as I could and his cock is big enough to stay in. There was a third to our little party that night, a latino guy who I'd buddylisted a while ago...and I assume he got his ass worked over after I left, which I did around 2 a.m., but not before probing Butt Plug's butt with my talented little hands. His canal was not the deepest but it was certainly wide enough to provide for lots of fun...this closing was just a 'getting to know you' kind of fisting session...we both agreed to take it to the next step and soon. We also agreed that the 'tight hole' was vastly over-rated, surmising that the guys with tight holes just aren't getting around enough.

What is a Pornstar? Some Comments on the Death of Chad Noel/Donny Price

'I think it's always funny when we call call them pornstars' muses pornstar Damian Ford in Jochen Hick's documentary 'Sex/Life in LA 2:Cycles of Porn' (highly recommended, by the way, if you can find it). 'I mean, what is a star? How many movies do you have to do to be a star? One, in porn.' Right you are, Damian. I haven't seen every bareback porn video (I have an aversion to twink porn, crap like Eurocreme) but I've seen all the good ones (the Knightbreeders have escaped me because I won't do Paypal, the only reason) and I know most of the pornstars. So when there was internet buzz about the 'AIDS-related death of 'pornstar' Chad Noel, I was taken aback. Who? Chad Noel. AKA Donny Price. Who? It turns out Chad was in the Brent Corrigan video that was pulled off the shelves when it was learned that Brent was underage. If you have this video...something about a pool boy and under my radar because it qualified as twink porn, in my book...better throw it away because if it ends up in the wrong hands, you could be in a lot of trouble. But back to Chad Noel/Donny Price...and his 'AIDS-related' death: it didn't take long for the sermonizing do-gooders to get online with their tittering about the evils of barebacking, etc., you know the drill by now. They're out there in droves...these professional humanitarians clogging the circuits with their rhetoric. It turns out that Chad/Donny was indeed HIV-positive, but his death was not AIDS-related...some guys, who've claimed to be his friend, attest that the demise was probably drug-related, which certainly rings true. Drug abuse is the real problem, not calculated risky sex. It's been a while since we've lost a pornstar to AIDS...lately, the deaths have been related to drugs, abusive relationships and alas, that scourge of a younger generation...suicide. All of these causes can be avoided with appropriately-directed sermons. There are some good aspects to the bareback culture which I've discussed in earlier blogs.
Google 'Dead Porn Stars' and you'll find the website that lists all of the departed greats and near greats, and those of you of a certain age, will be taken down a path called 'memory lane.' It's a long list, including the best top in porn history, a guy named Chad Douglas. And the best bottom, well OK, it's a toss up between Chris (Danny) Burns and Jon (Gaines) King. What Bill Gardner or Paul Morris could have done with these guys. As of right now, I have known still more dead pornstars than living pornstars, but I'm constantly working to change that. Nothing brightens up your day more than a pornstar's dick up your mancunt. Yeah. I'd better work.

Treasure Island Media DVD Sale

Men, there is a sale on ALL T.I.M. dvd's going on at Superstar Video on Castro St. I've checked around the neighborhood and the sale seems to be exclusive to Superstar, and there's no mention of it on the TIM website, although I made only a casual, perfunctory check. I was astonished that the new videos are included, so I bagged 'Raw Underground: Paris' featuring French pornographer Eric (see his website ericvideos.com, he not only directs but performs in his own videos, and he is hot), and more about that some other time. I just wanted to get the word out: if you've been meaning to update your T.I.M. video collection, and I know I'm not alone, this is the time to act. Better get to SF this weekend before the sale ends...as far as I know, Superstar doesn't take online or telephone orders.

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.