Ah, to be missing out...'tis not a great feeling. There are three momentous bareback events taking place in California this week. One is a gangbang featuring Damien Silver, the hottest ass in bareback porn, in an LA hotel, Saturday night. I can only wonder if parts of it will be recorded for a new video to be released in the near future...one can only hope. The other is the monthly bareback party at the Camp Palm Springs, an event that has had its ups and downs over the years, but of late, re-inventing itself by featuring porn stars as an attraction. Jayson Park was the host's featured bottom last month and on Saturday, the party will star the talents of Sean Hunter and little Trey Maddox. We'll be coming back to these guys later.
Another bareback event on the California sex calendar is the Cockpit Party in San Francisco, which seems to be back in the good graces of barebackrts, since it's posted among the party listings, after being 86'd for a couple of months. I guess Gehno of the Cockpit and the Pornmaster at barebackrt have come to an understanding, for they were in competition for tops and bottoms until just recently. The bbrts party, Cummunion and the Cockpit party no longer take place on the same night, so I guess all's right between them.
Going back to Sean Hunter: you know him. He was a Hot Desert Knights discovery, a dedicated top distinguished by the biohazard tat on his groin. We saw him fuck Trey Maddox in an HDK video, and then Treasure Island Media picked up on him, and he got to fuck Christian (in 'Built to Fuck' maybe, I'm too lazy to check, but it's on the TIM website) and then he re-appeared to fuck Go-Go Eddie (Hibbs) in TIM's 'Bone Deep.' He's a reliable fuck and I'm sorry I won't be down in the desert to test him out. As for Trey, he was famously fucked by megatop Steve Wiley for Hot Desert Knights, on a massage table...'is there an extra charge for a prostate massage?' 'No, it's complimentary.' 'Cool.'...in a sequence remembered for the drops of cum that dripped on the camera lens. Trey was the featured bottom one night at the infamous HDK warehouse sex parties down in Palm Springs. The deal was the featured bottom got one of the big raised platforms all to himself and anybody could fuck him. Little (he's maybe, what? 5-2) Trey got a lot of attention that night. Anyway, the California boys have a lot going on this weekend, too bad for the rest of us. Way too bad.
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Friday, December 10, 2010
STD's and the Fuckbuddy System
I'm sitting here writing this with a load of hot pozcum percolating in my butthole. In a while, I'll be able to shit it out and add it to my collection stored in the fridge. This load comes courtesy of a fuckbud whom I call Capt. Hook the Butt Pirate of the Caribbean because of the angularity of his equipment and his place of national origin, although he's also a sophisticated New Yorker and now a San Franciscan. He's a professional and we fuck during his lunch hour, as his place of work is just a short walk away. I really love this guy, as a person and as a sex partner, and he's very important. All fuckbuds are. I'll explain.
Tomorrow there's the Cockpit Party at the Mack sexclub on Folsom St. and Gehno and the guys arranged with the County health dept. for STD testing. This is a wonderful and greatly appreciated function...although not unique...the Berkeley Men's Health organization conducts similar services the the Steamworks.
But you know, your fuckbuddies are also good sources regarding your STD status. If something comes up, they'll tell you right away...and not only will you go and get tested, but you'll (assuming you are a mensch and of course you are) stop having sex until the issue is resolved. Relying entirely on your fuckbuds could lead to a false sense of security, but I don't think so...we're all adults. It's as good a buddy system as any.
I hate getting tested because of my embarrassing, Christian guilt issues. The people at the SF VD Clinic and the people at the VA couldn't be nicer, but it's still awkward for me...I still feel guilty for getting the clap or worse. I can't stomach the condom lectures which health care professionals are obligated to give. So that's why I'm grateful to the Cockpit and most of all to my fuckbuds...for all the hot anonymous sex in our lives, we always come back to family.
Tomorrow there's the Cockpit Party at the Mack sexclub on Folsom St. and Gehno and the guys arranged with the County health dept. for STD testing. This is a wonderful and greatly appreciated function...although not unique...the Berkeley Men's Health organization conducts similar services the the Steamworks.
But you know, your fuckbuddies are also good sources regarding your STD status. If something comes up, they'll tell you right away...and not only will you go and get tested, but you'll (assuming you are a mensch and of course you are) stop having sex until the issue is resolved. Relying entirely on your fuckbuds could lead to a false sense of security, but I don't think so...we're all adults. It's as good a buddy system as any.
I hate getting tested because of my embarrassing, Christian guilt issues. The people at the SF VD Clinic and the people at the VA couldn't be nicer, but it's still awkward for me...I still feel guilty for getting the clap or worse. I can't stomach the condom lectures which health care professionals are obligated to give. So that's why I'm grateful to the Cockpit and most of all to my fuckbuds...for all the hot anonymous sex in our lives, we always come back to family.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
SF Pride starts at Truck
Treasure Island Media and Naked Sword sponsored an event they called Raw Underground at the Mission District bar, Truck, last Thurs. and for me, the SF Gay Pride celebration officially got underway. Not to repeat my mistake of a few Folsoms ago, when I showed up at the Rawhide bar for what I thought was going to be a TIM 'meet and greet' with special guest Dawson. I didn't bother to get myself together for sex because it didn't occur to me that the event would evolve into a sex party...I had even made a dinner engagement in Fisherman's Wharf, a world away from Folsom St. So this time meticulously cleaned out and horned up (after all, it's called 'Raw'), I made it down to Truck, which being south of Market is beyond my sphere of influence...I'm a north of Market guy...but no matter, there was a hip crowd of hot guys. I kept thinking WeHo vs. SOMA and decided, maybe the WeHo guys are a bit more self-conscious, but basically there's not much difference...I used to think the WeHo guys were more into lipo, botox & steroids, but this crowd looked pretty well-maintained, by what means, though, I couldn't tell you.
All drafts were $3.50, so it was an agreeable set-up from the moment you walked in. Star sightings: Damon Dogg in low hung jeans showing a bit of a crack, Jessy Karlson and Sage Daniels (I think...I'd have to play back some of his videos to be sure) or someone who surely looked like him, and some guys wearing TIM black tees with LOADED printed in red...maybe some of the performers on TIMFUCK or guys who haven't broken out yet. A nice party...but it wasn't a sex party, at least not by the time I left, around 10. I was anxious to get to the Cockpit for the Pride sex party. It was a smaller crowd than I expected, and not much for us bottoms, generally speaking. One bottom was getting most of the action and kept drawing a crowd to his sling cage for more than an hour, getting fucked by maybe a dozen guys. The rest of us had to be satisfied with 2 or 3 dicks, including 'Samurai,' the hot built little Asian bottom who's always there taking on all cummers. I've got to stop calling him 'Samurai' because now I think he looks Korean and that's not cool, Koreans were done dirt by the Japanese before & during WW2, and in their culture they never forget. We shared a bunk for a short while and a couple of cocks...I wiped some of the sweat off his back and rubbed it into my hole. Very hot. But it WAS a Thursday, so I bagged it around midnight...and ended up walking all the way home in the early morning mist. Lots of people still out in the SOMA bars, gay and straight, suggesting a good weekend where there'll be performances by Andy Bell (of Erasure), Martha Davis (of the Motels) and as I understand, the Backstreet Boys. I hope to see all these types at the Parade tomorrow.
All drafts were $3.50, so it was an agreeable set-up from the moment you walked in. Star sightings: Damon Dogg in low hung jeans showing a bit of a crack, Jessy Karlson and Sage Daniels (I think...I'd have to play back some of his videos to be sure) or someone who surely looked like him, and some guys wearing TIM black tees with LOADED printed in red...maybe some of the performers on TIMFUCK or guys who haven't broken out yet. A nice party...but it wasn't a sex party, at least not by the time I left, around 10. I was anxious to get to the Cockpit for the Pride sex party. It was a smaller crowd than I expected, and not much for us bottoms, generally speaking. One bottom was getting most of the action and kept drawing a crowd to his sling cage for more than an hour, getting fucked by maybe a dozen guys. The rest of us had to be satisfied with 2 or 3 dicks, including 'Samurai,' the hot built little Asian bottom who's always there taking on all cummers. I've got to stop calling him 'Samurai' because now I think he looks Korean and that's not cool, Koreans were done dirt by the Japanese before & during WW2, and in their culture they never forget. We shared a bunk for a short while and a couple of cocks...I wiped some of the sweat off his back and rubbed it into my hole. Very hot. But it WAS a Thursday, so I bagged it around midnight...and ended up walking all the way home in the early morning mist. Lots of people still out in the SOMA bars, gay and straight, suggesting a good weekend where there'll be performances by Andy Bell (of Erasure), Martha Davis (of the Motels) and as I understand, the Backstreet Boys. I hope to see all these types at the Parade tomorrow.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Tag Team Bottoming at the Cockpit Party at Mack
Men, readers of this blog already know that Mack doesn't really work for me...it should, but alas, it doesn't. For readers who don't know what Mack is: it's a sex club on Folsom St. and probably the only game in town for skin on skin mansex. Officially, bareback sex doesn't happen here, and the management provides condom dispensers in all the play areas for those who want them. Last night, though, Mack was closed for a private party hosted by the guys at Cockpit, which is related to Treasure Island Media, whose 'corporate offices' (yeah this is a multi-million dollar industry) are located just around the corner.
Mack doesn't work well for me because it's mostly about having sex standing up and with your shoes on. There are 3 or 4 sling rooms, a couple of bunks, a bath tub for piss aficionados, and encounter areas on platforms which must be reached by ladders.
Having been here not that long ago (read the January blog post), I went straight to the bunk looking to stake myself some cum dump real estate...but shit, a hot daddy was already there...and he was a big daddy, maybe 6-4 and these guys take up a lot of space. Dad was butt up on all fours, and he did have a gorgeous flawless ass (I guess Dad is about 50) with a little pink (tight?) hole. And he was built(!) but with big shoulders, the tell tale pockmarks of steroid use on his back, a 'Crix' belly and a Viagra-fueled rock hard dick. And dare I say, hopefully...poz. I wedged myself into what space was left, hoping to entice tops into a tag team situation...the comingling of cum, buttjuices, spit and lube between a couple of poz bottoms is a great way to spread the seed and its strains. And that is exactly what happened! Some tops started on my ass and then went to work on his, others fucked Dad and then switched over to my ass, giving me a bit of pre-cum, Dad's buttcanal water, cum and whatever else, I'll take it. I got those good, swishy, sloppy sounds after the first couple of injectors...which is great, because the Cockpit crowd is an older, more sophisticated, more experienced crowd...there's plenty of expert fucking but not necessarily a lot of loads. Who wants to cum early and leave early, unless he's got another date? I did feel one top's load, though...not the cum being shot into my ass but his change of pace when he slowed up, thrust his dick only part of the way into my cumbucket and then jolted a two pulse movement, slow and focused. By that time, my big hole which has the internal contours of hills and valleys, gripped that dick and it seemed to rest, momentarily between two ridges of ass magic, as that seed was spewed forth, more of a trickle than a blast...but I felt every swell of his dick. Then my butt muscles milked that boner best I could, before it popped out and the top disappeared into the crowd that had gathered. Neither the top nor I made so much as a grunt, but as he was leaving, I let go with a whisper, 'yeah.'
That was the only load of the night, as far as I could tell...I lost track of how many dicks ventured into my asshole...I always want more. Part of being a pig is that of being insatiable.
Cheap Thrills Dept: The Cockpit Parties are usually Thursday night affairs so it's mostly a hometown crowd, although my friends Kevin and Mike came up from SoCal...and the most notable out-of-towner was Dawson, who had arrived as I was getting ready to leave, around midnight. San Franciscans that we are, we all pretended not to notice, and the super megastar blended into the mass as just another guy lookin' to get laid. Little Trey from TIM's Bone Deep and several HDK videos, was also seen.
An aside: the Power Exchange is slated to move to its new venue at 220 Jones St. which is where the old Campus Theater, home to Scott O'Hara, Jim Bentley, Chris Burns and other greats from the pre-condom era, was located, but now there are problems because the neighbors are complaining. Although this is in the Tenderloin neighborhood, which San Francisco has zoned for this sort of business (to keep the rest of the city free from such dark-sided enterprises), evidently there is a day care center for Vietnamese immigrant children close by, which of course, won't do. So we'll see where this goes. I bring it up because the old Power Exchange on Otis St., where some Cockpit parties were held, works way better for me and other bottom sluts. Having said that, I'm anxious to see what they've done with 220 Jones. I don't think many kiddies are going to be around at midnight and bumping into bareback sluts in heat.
Mack doesn't work well for me because it's mostly about having sex standing up and with your shoes on. There are 3 or 4 sling rooms, a couple of bunks, a bath tub for piss aficionados, and encounter areas on platforms which must be reached by ladders.
Having been here not that long ago (read the January blog post), I went straight to the bunk looking to stake myself some cum dump real estate...but shit, a hot daddy was already there...and he was a big daddy, maybe 6-4 and these guys take up a lot of space. Dad was butt up on all fours, and he did have a gorgeous flawless ass (I guess Dad is about 50) with a little pink (tight?) hole. And he was built(!) but with big shoulders, the tell tale pockmarks of steroid use on his back, a 'Crix' belly and a Viagra-fueled rock hard dick. And dare I say, hopefully...poz. I wedged myself into what space was left, hoping to entice tops into a tag team situation...the comingling of cum, buttjuices, spit and lube between a couple of poz bottoms is a great way to spread the seed and its strains. And that is exactly what happened! Some tops started on my ass and then went to work on his, others fucked Dad and then switched over to my ass, giving me a bit of pre-cum, Dad's buttcanal water, cum and whatever else, I'll take it. I got those good, swishy, sloppy sounds after the first couple of injectors...which is great, because the Cockpit crowd is an older, more sophisticated, more experienced crowd...there's plenty of expert fucking but not necessarily a lot of loads. Who wants to cum early and leave early, unless he's got another date? I did feel one top's load, though...not the cum being shot into my ass but his change of pace when he slowed up, thrust his dick only part of the way into my cumbucket and then jolted a two pulse movement, slow and focused. By that time, my big hole which has the internal contours of hills and valleys, gripped that dick and it seemed to rest, momentarily between two ridges of ass magic, as that seed was spewed forth, more of a trickle than a blast...but I felt every swell of his dick. Then my butt muscles milked that boner best I could, before it popped out and the top disappeared into the crowd that had gathered. Neither the top nor I made so much as a grunt, but as he was leaving, I let go with a whisper, 'yeah.'
That was the only load of the night, as far as I could tell...I lost track of how many dicks ventured into my asshole...I always want more. Part of being a pig is that of being insatiable.
Cheap Thrills Dept: The Cockpit Parties are usually Thursday night affairs so it's mostly a hometown crowd, although my friends Kevin and Mike came up from SoCal...and the most notable out-of-towner was Dawson, who had arrived as I was getting ready to leave, around midnight. San Franciscans that we are, we all pretended not to notice, and the super megastar blended into the mass as just another guy lookin' to get laid. Little Trey from TIM's Bone Deep and several HDK videos, was also seen.
An aside: the Power Exchange is slated to move to its new venue at 220 Jones St. which is where the old Campus Theater, home to Scott O'Hara, Jim Bentley, Chris Burns and other greats from the pre-condom era, was located, but now there are problems because the neighbors are complaining. Although this is in the Tenderloin neighborhood, which San Francisco has zoned for this sort of business (to keep the rest of the city free from such dark-sided enterprises), evidently there is a day care center for Vietnamese immigrant children close by, which of course, won't do. So we'll see where this goes. I bring it up because the old Power Exchange on Otis St., where some Cockpit parties were held, works way better for me and other bottom sluts. Having said that, I'm anxious to see what they've done with 220 Jones. I don't think many kiddies are going to be around at midnight and bumping into bareback sluts in heat.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Cockpit Sex at the Dungeon
When I found out that the Cockpit Party (to coincide with Dore Alley this weekend) was to take place in the Dungeon of the Power Exchange, there was no way that I was going to miss it. Although my libido might have been at low ebb, I shot three syringes of cum into my ass and went earlier than usual, since previous parties seemed to peak at around 9 p.m. The Dungeon is a rather large space, maybe 3,000 s.f., with a large play area that includes slings, fuck benches and some partitioned areas with dividers low enough for voyeurs to observe the action from a distance. There's a video lounge that also functioned as a play area with people fucking on the sofas and chairs and an section that can be described as a gloryhole galley, a corridor with a series of connecting cubicles. Near the entrance to the Dungeon there are two separate rooms, one with a four poster bed and the second with a large platform, both convered with wipeable vinyl play sheets. Since I prefer to be on my back or all fours, I staked out these rooms, and the four poster turned out to be better for me. I first thing I did was turn off the lights.
On my belly facing the entrance to the room, my preferences were made clear. These men were ready for action and I got responses almost immediately. I sucked a smallish dick, got him hard, turned around and felt his cock slip up my ass. It certainly didn't feel small and he gave me a good fuck when I placed my feet on the bed board and directed my ass downwards a bit to give him better access. A nice fuck, like hand in glove, but no load. Then a long skinny dick went straight into my mouth and after some time he was only semi-hard so I abandoned this one and went for another dick, there were many to choose from, all sticking in my face. Mistake! A Latino bottom, wearing a black tee with a 7 printed on it (his dick was among those in my face) turned around and took long skinny up his ass and got a good fucking, but no load. A new top turned me around, and fucked me so-so, no load. Another...then a few more, maybe twelve dicks up my ass within...oh I don't know, 45 minutes...finally a very dominant top grabbed my ass cheeks, spread them and shoved a nice big dick in there. I was then the object of a fierce fuck, complete with athletic thrusting, grunts and dirty talk. I myself am pretty loud when I get into it...what comes out is usually 'Fuck that ass! Shit! Fuck! Yeah!' a lot of 'yeahs, yeah, fuck me' but I stayed in control and didn't shout 'fuck that hot white poz ass!' which I've done before and maybe is not cool to all tops. This top shot a noisy load up my butt and kept on fucking...it must have been really big because I detected that sound of cum (his load plus the cum I came with) being swished around my cumhole. I was so into this, I put my hand on my butthole and felt his spooge all over my my hole and my buttcheeks. When he pulled out, there was the sound of a sloppy fart. Somebody started fingering all the cum and putting into my mouth. I gladly slurped it up. Holy shit, what a hot fuck! I raised myself to stretch and get some cramps out after being in the doggy position for such a long time, and said out loud, 'who wants to fuck this hot cum-filled ass?' No takers, I guess I scared them all off, so I retired my place on the four poster letting another bottom take advantage of it. There's room for 2 bottoms on the bed and I'm always hopeful for another bottom at my side to share the tops, encouraging the tops to do some switch fucking, like has happened in Palm Springs and at the now defunct Marshall's Parties, but not this time.
I drifted into the neighboring room where I recognized (from his tattoos) a Latino bottom known to me through barebackrt. He was wearing flip flops which really gives me a crank, and he had beautiful feet, a nice chest, and a nice smile. In a moment he was on the medical examination table getting plowed in rapid succession by two tops. I was jacking my dick to a reasonable degree of firmness but the goddamned table was too high for me...you needed to be six-two at least to make it work. I didn't fuck this hot Latin this time.
I found out it was after 11 p.m. on a school night, and after getting fucked by a dozen dicks, taking a fierce, hopefully poz load, I bagged it and went straight home, showered and was in bed by midnight.
On my belly facing the entrance to the room, my preferences were made clear. These men were ready for action and I got responses almost immediately. I sucked a smallish dick, got him hard, turned around and felt his cock slip up my ass. It certainly didn't feel small and he gave me a good fuck when I placed my feet on the bed board and directed my ass downwards a bit to give him better access. A nice fuck, like hand in glove, but no load. Then a long skinny dick went straight into my mouth and after some time he was only semi-hard so I abandoned this one and went for another dick, there were many to choose from, all sticking in my face. Mistake! A Latino bottom, wearing a black tee with a 7 printed on it (his dick was among those in my face) turned around and took long skinny up his ass and got a good fucking, but no load. A new top turned me around, and fucked me so-so, no load. Another...then a few more, maybe twelve dicks up my ass within...oh I don't know, 45 minutes...finally a very dominant top grabbed my ass cheeks, spread them and shoved a nice big dick in there. I was then the object of a fierce fuck, complete with athletic thrusting, grunts and dirty talk. I myself am pretty loud when I get into it...what comes out is usually 'Fuck that ass! Shit! Fuck! Yeah!' a lot of 'yeahs, yeah, fuck me' but I stayed in control and didn't shout 'fuck that hot white poz ass!' which I've done before and maybe is not cool to all tops. This top shot a noisy load up my butt and kept on fucking...it must have been really big because I detected that sound of cum (his load plus the cum I came with) being swished around my cumhole. I was so into this, I put my hand on my butthole and felt his spooge all over my my hole and my buttcheeks. When he pulled out, there was the sound of a sloppy fart. Somebody started fingering all the cum and putting into my mouth. I gladly slurped it up. Holy shit, what a hot fuck! I raised myself to stretch and get some cramps out after being in the doggy position for such a long time, and said out loud, 'who wants to fuck this hot cum-filled ass?' No takers, I guess I scared them all off, so I retired my place on the four poster letting another bottom take advantage of it. There's room for 2 bottoms on the bed and I'm always hopeful for another bottom at my side to share the tops, encouraging the tops to do some switch fucking, like has happened in Palm Springs and at the now defunct Marshall's Parties, but not this time.
I drifted into the neighboring room where I recognized (from his tattoos) a Latino bottom known to me through barebackrt. He was wearing flip flops which really gives me a crank, and he had beautiful feet, a nice chest, and a nice smile. In a moment he was on the medical examination table getting plowed in rapid succession by two tops. I was jacking my dick to a reasonable degree of firmness but the goddamned table was too high for me...you needed to be six-two at least to make it work. I didn't fuck this hot Latin this time.
I found out it was after 11 p.m. on a school night, and after getting fucked by a dozen dicks, taking a fierce, hopefully poz load, I bagged it and went straight home, showered and was in bed by midnight.
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