Well, men, I have joined a growing statistical group, that is, I was at the VA last week for a routine check-up and was told that I had tested positive for syphilis. Ah, uhm, uhm...my embarrassment and surprise were telegraphed to my very nice and non-judgmental doctor. Embarrassed, yes...for I am a man of a certain age, my twink years are decades behind me. Surprised, well yes, but I shouldn't have been...what would one expect after being gangbanged on the pad at sex parties, fucked in a sling by dozens of guys I didn't even know, knocked up on numerous one night stands? Now I have had the clap a half dozen times during my sexual career, chlamydia once, urethritis several times, have been exposed to hepatitis B (while serving in the military overseas, non-sexual), have lived on with two hernias (so I've been told by Kaiser), and of course am HIV-positive. But syphilis? No, that was for undisciplined, irresponsible, total sluts!
'What the hell do you think you are, you idiot?' I asked myself. Truth is, it could happen to anyone who's been sexually active with multiple partners, anonymous partners. Hot sex sometimes comes with a price.
I had no idea how involved the curing process is...a spinal tap might be required for us poz brothers, I now understand. After undergoing a series of neurological tests to determine my reflexes, body strength and endurance, the VA decided to forgo the spinal tap, after consulting with the SF VD clinic. I'm glad the spinal tap was deemed unnecessary...I don't know how painful it is, but it's gotta be expensive and I don't want to burden the taxpayer anymore than is required to kill this nasty bug.
A series of six shots were prescribed, one in each buttcheek spread out over three weeks. I don't know how many cc's but let's just say the injection was long in duration (not a quick prick!) and deep into muscle tissue. What followed was a severe soreness that lasted for about 24 hours, requiring a lie-down in mid-afternoon, as it became tiring to walk or stand...it must be what a very old person feels like...puny in every way.
I'm feeling fine now, watching porn, pumping, jacking off...but I'll be out of commission for another two weeks. I fear the reaction to the next shots will be the same as the first, so I have to plan accordingly. Thank God for my vast porn library.
So men, when they say 'get tested' for VD, they are deadly serious. Just do it, go with the plan...hit the bathhouse on the night of free testing, keep in touch with your buddies...man, that was the worst part, having to inform my buds that I had syph. I guess we'll all recover. Thank God I'm living in this city, in this state, in this country, at this time. I shudder to think what the guys in the 1880's, 1920's, 1940's had to go through.
Keep moving, going forward, we'll all be OK with a bit more care and attention.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Fuckholes 2 in Fantasy and Life
Last Friday, I hit RockHard on Castro and bought my copy, planning to spend a weekend of dull wintry weather, indoors, whacking off to Paul Morris' latest. The video did not disappoint, actually this one is by Max Sohl, who I figure is a sort of Treasure Island East, based in New York and all...bringing the hot men of the Eastern Seaboard into the world of self-obsessed, insular California. Thanks, Max...and Paul...for another great vid. There are some familiar characters here, notably Javier known as a top, who bottoms in a sling and to memorable effect...and the resilient Christian, acting silly and getting fucked silly...Eric Wolfe, Jay Ross, Kurt Kaiser...and some new ones like Taylor Means who has a sort of hillbilly sexiness about him...a bottom who reminds me of all the country boys fresh off the Greyhound bus and picking up a few bucks working the street. Tell me I'm wrong...that he's really from Long Island. I was delighted to learn from his profile on barebackrt that top Kurt Wood is poz, so when he was drilling Taylor's neat little hole, he was drivinghome some poisonous devil seed. Hrmmm!!!
I was agitated by all of this action, that I posted on barebackrt quick connect and hosted a train of decent tops for most of the day.
They were all interesting this time out: a crossdressing black dude who flipped up his miniskirt to reveal a good respectable dick that plowed my ass and shot a load deep into my gut. I asked that he keep his cha cha heels on while he fucked me standing up, because I have a thing for heels, and he did so...and it must have worked for him, too...he came in about 3 minutes. Then I edited my post as a call for guys into sloppy seconds, and had numerous responses. One hook up brought up a lean mean daddy...pushing 60 maybe...ripped without an ounce of fat on this bod, and blessed with a massive sausage of poz dick meat. His style was long and slow, and though his dick felt like a big loofah pushed into my ass, it stiffened nicely with time and thrust, and filled me up nicely. Uncut bear had a beercan dick which wasn't much to look at when soft, but with some play, developed into a pine cone of a prick, with a pointed head and a shank that flared out with the thickness of a...well, a pine cone. What a great poz buttfuck! What a great day of online hook-ups! Hope for more today, Sunday, as it's really ugly outside, cloudy, grey with rain predicted. I'm a Fuck Hole 2! Hey Paul! Hey Max! Thanks!!!
I was agitated by all of this action, that I posted on barebackrt quick connect and hosted a train of decent tops for most of the day.
They were all interesting this time out: a crossdressing black dude who flipped up his miniskirt to reveal a good respectable dick that plowed my ass and shot a load deep into my gut. I asked that he keep his cha cha heels on while he fucked me standing up, because I have a thing for heels, and he did so...and it must have worked for him, too...he came in about 3 minutes. Then I edited my post as a call for guys into sloppy seconds, and had numerous responses. One hook up brought up a lean mean daddy...pushing 60 maybe...ripped without an ounce of fat on this bod, and blessed with a massive sausage of poz dick meat. His style was long and slow, and though his dick felt like a big loofah pushed into my ass, it stiffened nicely with time and thrust, and filled me up nicely. Uncut bear had a beercan dick which wasn't much to look at when soft, but with some play, developed into a pine cone of a prick, with a pointed head and a shank that flared out with the thickness of a...well, a pine cone. What a great poz buttfuck! What a great day of online hook-ups! Hope for more today, Sunday, as it's really ugly outside, cloudy, grey with rain predicted. I'm a Fuck Hole 2! Hey Paul! Hey Max! Thanks!!!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Hosting Men of Color
If you want to get laid on a regular basis, and you're single, you will have to host. It's that simple. I speak from experience. Since I finally overcame my fear of hosting, I have enjoyed a stream of hot fucks by men of color. It wasn't planned that way...I'm not sure you can plan it at all, but that's how it turned out and I'm not complaining. The first of these tops is a lawyer who needed relief while working on a Saturday morning. After cleaning out thoroughly, I went online to barebackrt and connected with this hot black guy, mid-30's to maybe early 40's, in good shape, casually dressed. I greeted him at the front gate and took him upstairs. There was no chit chat here; I dropped my sweat pants and got on the bed...he unzipped, dropped his jeans and plowed my ass good for about ten minutes, shot a load up my ass and left. His was a nice full-bodied load which I shat out into the shot glass and poured into the cum cube tray in the icebox.
The next day, I went online and finally hooked up with a black dude I'd chatted with before. Usually it was too late, and he's from across town, so we had never connected...until this time. This time, it worked, he came over and he turned out to be a bit chubbier than his pictures showed, but with a nice enough dick, and a good personality. We actually socialized, had some vodka chatted about his being from Indiana and his plans to return, out of necessity, he's being evicted and his mother back home could use his support, besides, he's unemployed like a lot of us...this is all going on about eleven on a Sunday morning. I get fucked up the ass, then we cuddled a bit...he's a cuddler and being somewhat shorter than I, he fit snugly next to my body. He said he came, but I don't believe it. I tried my best to squeeze the cum out but nothing came out, then or later.
The following weekend, I hosted a tall lanky black guy who couldn't keep it hard...he used up all the lube I had, laying on the bed jacking off vigorously. He finally pulled me down on his dick and shot his load. So says he. I doubt it, but no matter. This is an interesting a guy, a former drag queen hooker who worked my neighborhood when it was noted for such things. More about this guy later...he's interesting enough to merit a bit more writing. Let it be known that we hooked up again in the days...he still spent more time jacking off than in my ass, so it was a somewhat disjointed fucking experience. Nice guy, though.
My fourth man of color hosted at his place...a nice flat in the Castro...it took me about 30 minutes to get there on the bus, then the metro, and then by walking the last couple of blocks. His is a nicely appointed place...nicely furnished with art, good furniture and attractively lighted with sconces casting a seductive dim glow...it all seemed engineered by a man of experience. This 40ish black gent greeted me in a burgundy colored satin robe, put me on the bed and fucked the hell out of me. Now this was a memorable coupling because he was consistent throughout...the scene lasted about maybe 10 minutes...and my butt felt like a swinging door as his big dick went in and out, it was as if my buttwalls were flapping. Kinda crazy, this was out of the ordinary for me...a slippery massage of my love canal. We didn't talk, besides the usual greeting and goodbye. And I let myself out...down the carpeted hall softly lighted, down the carpeted stairs, out the front door, down the steps to the street...an anonymous scene, the way it should be, like porn.
The drawback to hosting of course is that some times the guys can't get to you...I'm still working on all those guys from Oakland, one especially whose pictures look really hot...as for now, we're still chatting, making dates, and not following through. Give me enough time, though, and we'll take care of everybody.
The next day, I went online and finally hooked up with a black dude I'd chatted with before. Usually it was too late, and he's from across town, so we had never connected...until this time. This time, it worked, he came over and he turned out to be a bit chubbier than his pictures showed, but with a nice enough dick, and a good personality. We actually socialized, had some vodka chatted about his being from Indiana and his plans to return, out of necessity, he's being evicted and his mother back home could use his support, besides, he's unemployed like a lot of us...this is all going on about eleven on a Sunday morning. I get fucked up the ass, then we cuddled a bit...he's a cuddler and being somewhat shorter than I, he fit snugly next to my body. He said he came, but I don't believe it. I tried my best to squeeze the cum out but nothing came out, then or later.
The following weekend, I hosted a tall lanky black guy who couldn't keep it hard...he used up all the lube I had, laying on the bed jacking off vigorously. He finally pulled me down on his dick and shot his load. So says he. I doubt it, but no matter. This is an interesting a guy, a former drag queen hooker who worked my neighborhood when it was noted for such things. More about this guy later...he's interesting enough to merit a bit more writing. Let it be known that we hooked up again in the days...he still spent more time jacking off than in my ass, so it was a somewhat disjointed fucking experience. Nice guy, though.
My fourth man of color hosted at his place...a nice flat in the Castro...it took me about 30 minutes to get there on the bus, then the metro, and then by walking the last couple of blocks. His is a nicely appointed place...nicely furnished with art, good furniture and attractively lighted with sconces casting a seductive dim glow...it all seemed engineered by a man of experience. This 40ish black gent greeted me in a burgundy colored satin robe, put me on the bed and fucked the hell out of me. Now this was a memorable coupling because he was consistent throughout...the scene lasted about maybe 10 minutes...and my butt felt like a swinging door as his big dick went in and out, it was as if my buttwalls were flapping. Kinda crazy, this was out of the ordinary for me...a slippery massage of my love canal. We didn't talk, besides the usual greeting and goodbye. And I let myself out...down the carpeted hall softly lighted, down the carpeted stairs, out the front door, down the steps to the street...an anonymous scene, the way it should be, like porn.
The drawback to hosting of course is that some times the guys can't get to you...I'm still working on all those guys from Oakland, one especially whose pictures look really hot...as for now, we're still chatting, making dates, and not following through. Give me enough time, though, and we'll take care of everybody.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Squeezing Out the Cum
Thirty minutes after I concluded the previous posting, I had the urge to crap, but I knew it was all that cum the black lawyer had injected into my ass. I was not disappointed. My bowels discharged a copious amount into the shot glass, which I added to the jar of cum I keep in my icebox. But then...more...after about 15 minutes, a second load, this time smaller but still enough to fill the shot glass halfway full. I still felt something up there...either that or my ass was sore which seemed unlikely...I didn't feel sore, just different. But then a third load of cum, smaller but still more than I shoot when I do shoot. This was a huge load or else three loads, judging from the cum discharged! I never felt it go in, which leads me to doubt those queens who swear they can feel cum being shot up their asses. Having taken all that cum, and being able to save all of it (an uncharged load, according to the top's profile he's negative...no reason to doubt that, he seemed pretty upfront about everything, he also said he was a multiple cummer, which I can now vouch for), makes me a happy man today.
Saturday Morning Interracial
I'm sitting here writing this with a hot cumload up my butt. I have not mastered the art of squeezing it out...it has to stay in there and work itself out...but I can feel it there, so I'm sitting here at the computer waiting for it to want out, so I can collect it and get on with my morning chores...it's a beautful day in SF, uncommonly warm for so early in the day and I want to get out, hop the streetcar, get a coffee and a paper at the Cafe Flore and enjoy life. The load's still up there, and in a minute I'll try to squeeze it out...maybe I'll learn how to do it right. When it comes out, I'll be squatting over a shot glass into which it'll go, and then into the freezer to lube a future fuck.
This morning's load comes courtesy of a black lawyer taking a break from his busy professional life. Lawyers work long hours sometimes, and since it's early Saturday morning and he's working towards a Tuesday deadline, maybe he'll come back for seconds later this weekend. I'm starting to host now, since it's a lot easier than hopping the bus for an assignation...nothing cools the sex drive faster than a bus full of ugly, unhappy people, and there are always some, unwittingly ruining my day. Clogged traffic on your way to a date is bad enough, a bus ride can be really ugly. So the nice looking black lawyer and I hooked up on Barebackrt...the best website for barebackers...and being a lawyer, there was no bullshit about him, he showed up, and we got down to it...he fucked me on all fours with his scimitar shaped dick, a nice nine incher which seemed to dwarf my seven inches which got only semi-hard.
I feel that load in there wanting to come out.
The black lawyer top came almost immediately. He pulled out, and some cum dropped onto the carpet. I scooped it up and put it back on his cock. Then he put me where he wanted me on the bed and then gave me a good fuck...as good as the bottoms got that he posted on the profile. He was an efficient fucker, and came a second time after a few minutes. I was totally sober, and took only two snorts of Amsterdam.
I feel it wanting to come out. Gotta go.
This morning's load comes courtesy of a black lawyer taking a break from his busy professional life. Lawyers work long hours sometimes, and since it's early Saturday morning and he's working towards a Tuesday deadline, maybe he'll come back for seconds later this weekend. I'm starting to host now, since it's a lot easier than hopping the bus for an assignation...nothing cools the sex drive faster than a bus full of ugly, unhappy people, and there are always some, unwittingly ruining my day. Clogged traffic on your way to a date is bad enough, a bus ride can be really ugly. So the nice looking black lawyer and I hooked up on Barebackrt...the best website for barebackers...and being a lawyer, there was no bullshit about him, he showed up, and we got down to it...he fucked me on all fours with his scimitar shaped dick, a nice nine incher which seemed to dwarf my seven inches which got only semi-hard.
I feel that load in there wanting to come out.
The black lawyer top came almost immediately. He pulled out, and some cum dropped onto the carpet. I scooped it up and put it back on his cock. Then he put me where he wanted me on the bed and then gave me a good fuck...as good as the bottoms got that he posted on the profile. He was an efficient fucker, and came a second time after a few minutes. I was totally sober, and took only two snorts of Amsterdam.
I feel it wanting to come out. Gotta go.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
TIM's Fearless
Guys, this is a great video...buy it, or at least rent it. One of the best 3-ways ever with an unusually memorable cumshot is the one with Aaron Shadow, Jerry Stearns and everybody's favorite all-american gay frat boy, Alan Gregory. I don't know about Jerry's status but he's fucked a lot poz azz on video, as has Austin, and Alan's upfront about his status on his barebackrt profile, so seeing what I hope is genuine all-american poz cum getting plowed up some primo yankee pozazz will take care of me for a long while. Yowza!
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