I wanted to call this a tri-racial threeway but that doesn't quite make sense in today's parlance. It gives the wrong impression: biologists, or at least bureaucrats, stop at 'bi-racial,' any more races makes it 'multi-racial,' eventhough this three-way involved men of three races, and as far as I know, none of us is multi-racial. So I'm settling for an interracial three-way.
I had been chatting with this Filipino guy on barebackrt for around a year but we couldn't make it happen, as he lives out in the 'suburbs.' For those of you who know San Francisco, anything, west of Van Ness Avenue and south of 13th Street, qualifies as the suburbs in my book. This guy was just too hard for me to get to; but he seemed nice and so we kept on trying. Yesterday, Friday, it worked out...he was able to drive to me for a morning rendezvous.
This daddy is into getting his tits handled, pinched and chewed on. I'm always afraid to overdo this stuff but he seemed to want more and more. I'm still feeling my way around this nipple freak but we learn fast, and eventually I figured out I could sit on his throbbing dick while I gnawed at his tits. He's about 5 inches taller than I am so it worked out; if he'd been taller it would have been ever better and I would have learned something new to add to my repertoire of sex.
We'd been going at it for about half an hour when my fuckbud Dr. Hook showed up at the door.
'I've got somebody here. Is that OK?' This should have been a rhetorical question but I had to ask anyway. It may be just sex, but that doesn't mean you forget good manners. Both guys were into it.
Well, what followed was a 'first' for me: getting fucked by an Asian top and a Afro-American-Caribbean top, both taking turns on my ravaged butthole.
My black buddy filled me up with usual generous load. More toxic juice to keep me charged up.
Something new for me: interracial, three ways. Awesome.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Happy New Year: Recharged with 3 Poz Loads
My plans for New Year's Eve are almost always the same: a couple of drinks or more at various bars in the Castro, and taking my buzz with me to an annual fisting party in the Castro. I was a little ambivalent about New Year's Eve 2010 because I had enjoyed a rousing good and unexpected fuck from my Dr. Hook the day before, Friday, leaving me full of toxic semen and a sense of fulfillment. But then, on Saturday, the 31st, I got a call from the very same Dr. Hook who had planted his seed deep in my ass only the day before: was I ready for another load?
Well, hell yeah! I immediately forgot about whatever I had been planning to do and got down serious about making myself ready. Dr. Hook's visits have to be short and sweet because he's on his lunch hour and he's about a 5 minute walk away, so that's 10 minutes right there, and it's a good thing he's a fast and furious dedicated top, because he makes every minute count.
Saturday's fuck was a bit more stylized; I mean he likes to work his dick around at various angles and since it's a crank dick that practically turns with a 90 degree bend, I get an anal massage like none elsewhere. But when he shot his load deep in my butt like he always does, this time he just kept his dick in my hole for a longer time, like 5 minutes or so, moving it around slightly, but still keeping deep within. I'm crouched on my knees with my butt up and he's resting his full body weight on my back...he's a shorty, 5-5 maybe and a lean, very lean, muscular 130 lbs. or so...ideal. And of course, the whole time he's in there, I'm squeezing his dick with all I'm good for...needless to say he likes that a lot.
After he left, it was hard to get up to go out, drinking and even fisting seemed like too much bother. I was one happy dude, and so I just went to bed early thinking about that rich poz load of cum marinating in its well.
But it didn't end with that.
On New Year's Day, I was at the gymn when I got a text message from Hook: how about another go?
Ah...hell yeah. Three poz loads in three successive days, makes for a lot of recharging up...I'm ready for 2012, so let's hope 2012's ready for me.
Well, hell yeah! I immediately forgot about whatever I had been planning to do and got down serious about making myself ready. Dr. Hook's visits have to be short and sweet because he's on his lunch hour and he's about a 5 minute walk away, so that's 10 minutes right there, and it's a good thing he's a fast and furious dedicated top, because he makes every minute count.
Saturday's fuck was a bit more stylized; I mean he likes to work his dick around at various angles and since it's a crank dick that practically turns with a 90 degree bend, I get an anal massage like none elsewhere. But when he shot his load deep in my butt like he always does, this time he just kept his dick in my hole for a longer time, like 5 minutes or so, moving it around slightly, but still keeping deep within. I'm crouched on my knees with my butt up and he's resting his full body weight on my back...he's a shorty, 5-5 maybe and a lean, very lean, muscular 130 lbs. or so...ideal. And of course, the whole time he's in there, I'm squeezing his dick with all I'm good for...needless to say he likes that a lot.
After he left, it was hard to get up to go out, drinking and even fisting seemed like too much bother. I was one happy dude, and so I just went to bed early thinking about that rich poz load of cum marinating in its well.
But it didn't end with that.
On New Year's Day, I was at the gymn when I got a text message from Hook: how about another go?
Ah...hell yeah. Three poz loads in three successive days, makes for a lot of recharging up...I'm ready for 2012, so let's hope 2012's ready for me.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
AIDS Mafia Gets Politicial in L.A.
The AIDS mafia wants voters to ban bareback video production in L.A. They are trying to round up enough signatures to put the measure on the ballot for the election next year, and they probably will get more than enough signatures and they might be successful in the election. It doesn't matter, of course. I don't know if that many gay bareback videos are produced in L.A. anymore; the only entity that comes to mind is Knightbreeders. This measure will effect straight video studios more than gay studios since the heart of straight video production is the San Fernando Valley, most of which lies within L.A.'s city limits. Of course there's nothing to prevent a producer from crossing Clybourn Avenue and shooting in neighboring Burbank. So this measure has to do with two things: first, I admit, it is a matter of conscience for some AIDS activists, and second, and I think, equally influential, is the quest to justify their existence, to communicate to their contributors and donors 'hey, look at us...we're doin' something.'
Put aside any libertarian arguments against this ballot measure, and keep in mind that they money spent on this political campaign would be so much better spent on expanding the public information regarding safe sex, education and prevention, which they do very well. Ah well, as I've said before, these guys are just doing their jobs.
Put aside any libertarian arguments against this ballot measure, and keep in mind that they money spent on this political campaign would be so much better spent on expanding the public information regarding safe sex, education and prevention, which they do very well. Ah well, as I've said before, these guys are just doing their jobs.
Monday, December 5, 2011
A Fuckbud's Return
It had been so long since I heard from my favorite fuckbud, 'Dr. Hook,' that I thought he might be mad at me. Then, last week, we were both online at once and we traded messages and agreed that we each was looking forward to hooking up again, and soon. I didn't realize how soon.
A few days later, I was walking home and saw him across the street walking in the opposite direction. He was dressed for work so I knew he had been on his lunch break; it was about 12:45 on a Saturday afternoon. We greeted each other enthusiastically and though he had only another 15 minutes for a lunch hour, we headed to my place, about a block away.
With time of the essence, we engaged in a most satisfying coupling, me taking his fabulous corkscrew black dick in a fevered frenzy...I had forgotten what a great top this man is...so focused, controlled, and with that cranked dick of his hitting the rarely probed corners of the love canal. Hook always cums deep, but this time was phenomenal...a day later I was still shitting out his cum, and using it to lube my dick for a morning wank.
Later that same Sunday morning, I called him and left a message on his cell. He was over in about 30 minutes, and we played a repeat, although this time we started doing missionary and I felt that pozcrank hit some places I'd forgotten about. His style, like I said, is measured and fierce, with alternating stretches of slower, forceful plumbing and rapid rabbitfucking. It takes him only about 15 minutes, which is just about ideal in my book: another deep planting of his toxic seed...I needed a recharging, but twice in two days from this pozfucker really is a gift. I didn't wait as long as before to push out his load, equally copious as earlier, and with his poz seed I lubed my dick and wanked off, cumming this time. Life is good.
A few days later, I was walking home and saw him across the street walking in the opposite direction. He was dressed for work so I knew he had been on his lunch break; it was about 12:45 on a Saturday afternoon. We greeted each other enthusiastically and though he had only another 15 minutes for a lunch hour, we headed to my place, about a block away.
With time of the essence, we engaged in a most satisfying coupling, me taking his fabulous corkscrew black dick in a fevered frenzy...I had forgotten what a great top this man is...so focused, controlled, and with that cranked dick of his hitting the rarely probed corners of the love canal. Hook always cums deep, but this time was phenomenal...a day later I was still shitting out his cum, and using it to lube my dick for a morning wank.
Later that same Sunday morning, I called him and left a message on his cell. He was over in about 30 minutes, and we played a repeat, although this time we started doing missionary and I felt that pozcrank hit some places I'd forgotten about. His style, like I said, is measured and fierce, with alternating stretches of slower, forceful plumbing and rapid rabbitfucking. It takes him only about 15 minutes, which is just about ideal in my book: another deep planting of his toxic seed...I needed a recharging, but twice in two days from this pozfucker really is a gift. I didn't wait as long as before to push out his load, equally copious as earlier, and with his poz seed I lubed my dick and wanked off, cumming this time. Life is good.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
A Guide to Vacuum Pumps
I bought my first vacuum pump several years ago and at first, didn't use it much. I think I bought it on sale because of its really low price, but at the time, pumping didn't interest me all that much. I don't remember now what it was that inspired me to take it up, although Al Parker probably had something to do with it. Al Parker popularized pumping those many years ago and in fact, developed the product and eventually owned the SF Pump Company (I believe that was the name), which was carried on by Al's family after his death.
Then I really got into it. I loved the pressure created surrounding my dick sucking it deeper into the acrylic tube. But I really loved and still love the way it plumps up my dick. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist and more than a bit of a tease, so vacuum pumping really works for me. I now pump every morning for about a half hour to get a nice fat sausage, then I wrap up that sausage with a sweatband to keep it plump, and then I'm on my way. In the Al Parker bio, 'Clone,' we learn how Al used to pump it up before personal appearances, but I'll bet he did it even to walk to the corner 7-11.
My first pump was made of plastic, and eventually I accidentally dropped it on the floor and of course, it cracked. Then I went out and bought another plastic model, and that one broke just by ordinary use. It developed its own crack, somehow, but let's face it, if you're talking about plastic, what should you expect?
So I decided it had to be made of metal...that would be more durable, and last a long time. Wrong. The metal one I bought at my local porn store somehow broke on its own...it simply lost all its suction power. Of course by now I'm hooked on vacuum pumping, so I went to find a better pump. There are a lot of pumps on the market now...some don't even use the trigger style, but some sort of bulb you keep squeezing. Save your money, if you're looking to get into this type of play.
Stick with the metal, but not just any metal. My new pump I found at Mr. S. Leather, the leather goods emporium in San Francisco. I don't think they bother to sell all those other types of pumps;...they sell a trigger style pump with a red handle and a brass body, costs a little more but I don't think this one will fail me. Also the quality of suction is sure and the meat plumping is very fast, almost instanteous. I can't find a brand name on this model so maybe it's exclusive to Mr. S., I haven't asked Mr. S as to whether it's theirs alone nor have they rewarded me for this testimonial. But the leather-clad saleswoman who helped me definitely knew her shit, and she doesn't even have a dick...at least I don't think so.
Then I really got into it. I loved the pressure created surrounding my dick sucking it deeper into the acrylic tube. But I really loved and still love the way it plumps up my dick. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist and more than a bit of a tease, so vacuum pumping really works for me. I now pump every morning for about a half hour to get a nice fat sausage, then I wrap up that sausage with a sweatband to keep it plump, and then I'm on my way. In the Al Parker bio, 'Clone,' we learn how Al used to pump it up before personal appearances, but I'll bet he did it even to walk to the corner 7-11.
My first pump was made of plastic, and eventually I accidentally dropped it on the floor and of course, it cracked. Then I went out and bought another plastic model, and that one broke just by ordinary use. It developed its own crack, somehow, but let's face it, if you're talking about plastic, what should you expect?
So I decided it had to be made of metal...that would be more durable, and last a long time. Wrong. The metal one I bought at my local porn store somehow broke on its own...it simply lost all its suction power. Of course by now I'm hooked on vacuum pumping, so I went to find a better pump. There are a lot of pumps on the market now...some don't even use the trigger style, but some sort of bulb you keep squeezing. Save your money, if you're looking to get into this type of play.
Stick with the metal, but not just any metal. My new pump I found at Mr. S. Leather, the leather goods emporium in San Francisco. I don't think they bother to sell all those other types of pumps;...they sell a trigger style pump with a red handle and a brass body, costs a little more but I don't think this one will fail me. Also the quality of suction is sure and the meat plumping is very fast, almost instanteous. I can't find a brand name on this model so maybe it's exclusive to Mr. S., I haven't asked Mr. S as to whether it's theirs alone nor have they rewarded me for this testimonial. But the leather-clad saleswoman who helped me definitely knew her shit, and she doesn't even have a dick...at least I don't think so.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Steamworks Misses an Opportunity
Let me say this from the start: I love the Steamworks in Berkeley! I'd be in a dry rut without Steamworks. No less an authority than Mindtrip (see his blog Life in the Raw, if you haven't already, it's the best) says Steamworks Berkeley is the best bath house he's ever been to, and he should know. But...Steamworks, in its dutiful recognition of the United States Armed Forces, has unwittingly (I believe) shorted some of us. Steamworks is commemorating Veterans' Day with an offer too good to pass up: a free locker for active duty military personnel. All that's very well and good, believe me, that's great, stupendous, fabulous. But what about the rest of us ole dawgs who've served our country and are actual veterans right now? It's a matter of semantics, I think, but you are a civilian or active duty or a veteran. Active duty military personnel are veterans-in-the-making, and become veterans upon honorable discharge or separation, as we call it. At least that's the way it used to be. Veterans need sex, too. A free locker or a discount (I'd settle for that!) for actual veterans would be great, Steamworks. So we'll hope the message gets to you and look forward to next year.
For all you vets out there, and everybody else, take a moment to reflect, upon those who made the ultimate sacrifice and those of us who served and are lucky to still be around, on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. After that reflection, I'd rather head straight for the Steamworks, along with all the other vets I can round up in the waiting room of the infectious diseases (the HIV office) at the VA. Any vet who recognizes me from my barebackrt profile, come on up and say hello next time you see me.
11/11/11
For all you vets out there, and everybody else, take a moment to reflect, upon those who made the ultimate sacrifice and those of us who served and are lucky to still be around, on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. After that reflection, I'd rather head straight for the Steamworks, along with all the other vets I can round up in the waiting room of the infectious diseases (the HIV office) at the VA. Any vet who recognizes me from my barebackrt profile, come on up and say hello next time you see me.
11/11/11
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Top Has an Open Door Policy
After going through a bit of a sex drought, I finally got my groove back last weekend, but for a while I thought I was going to be the new poster boy for safe sex. There was a crowd at the Steamworks, as there usually is on Sunday afternoon, so during the wait for a room to become available, I passed the time on the fuckbench where I was fucked in rapid succession by a couple of sheathed anonymous dicks...the second was an especially spirited workout concluding with a loud, earnest orgasm...but a rubbered fuck, or so I thought. I've maintained that I can't feel a wad of cum being shot up my ass, but I definitely can tell when I'm carrying a buttload of semen...there's that filled up feeling and a slight urge to crap.
By the time I got my room, a couple of hours had passed and I had that pregnant feeling the whole time. I stuck a finger up there, swished it around and somebody's load oozed out. One of the tops must have removed the rubber, or it broke, or whatever...cum up the ass!! I got on all fours right away sticking that lubed ass out and front in my favorite piggy position.
It didn't take long.
A lean balding white guy came in, feeling me up, and I turned to work on his dick, which grew with a nice curve upwards almost parallel to his belly, the kind of hard-on you find on teenagers. After my working his dick for a while, he took the next step...by asking me if I had a condom (!). I keep them, the ones the bathhouse provides, under the mattress. If I were into safe sex, I'd keep them out in plain view the way this very hot Irish looking big bootied bottom (he's gotta be about 6-2) always does...he was there already big ass in the air, condoms by his side...but this top was in my room and I'm not one to turn down a fuck, so I gave him the hoodie and he went to town on my ass, but he didn't come.
Within moments of his leaving, a built old/young daddy with a butch flattop came in, not that big a dick but with the most impressive set of nipples I've seen in a while...work my tits, he said, and I did, and this got him really going, so that he fucked me good and hard, bare, though the dick wasn't that impressive at first we got it up to a pretty decent size. But...Nips kept the door open the whole time...and naturally we attracted a crowd.
Another guy comes in, kinda German looking, he wouldn't fuck me but he did a good jackoff on himself...then shot his load on my ass. Nips is still fucking, but he pulled out, then smeared German's cum around my butt and pushed what he could up my ass, then Nips resumed fucking. He didn't cum. By now there was still another guy in the room...Nips leaves, and this guy, with his pencil dick shoves it in, bare. I'm still in doggystyle position, working pencil dick for all it's worth...it gets bigger, decent, shoots a load. Another guy has come in, feelin' me up, leaves.
Still another guy is there, I hadn't noticed him before, he gets in line and then fucks my ass, not all that great but nobody's complaining here. Another guy is there I notice, and he wastes no time plundering my butthole...I don't get a good look at him, but he's got the hardest cock, like a red hot poker stabbing my ass...he also likes to stick a finger up my ass right along his hot rod...it almost hurts, but I guess he doesn't want to cum, because he doesn't but he could have if he wanted.
Finally, a grizzled greying bear is there...there's such a crowd in the hallway spilling into the room, I'm not even bothering trying to keep up with who's who...I can tell only by their dicks. Grizzly Bear has the biggest dick of the day, and my guess, it's pharmaceutically enhanced because he's relentless...Grizzly is 50 if he's a day, and the best topman, though he doesn't make a deposit, he does deliver that great 'I'm so fucked!' sense of satisfaction.
When Grizzly leaves, everybody else leaves, and I decide it's time to rest, and close that door.
'Til next time...
By the time I got my room, a couple of hours had passed and I had that pregnant feeling the whole time. I stuck a finger up there, swished it around and somebody's load oozed out. One of the tops must have removed the rubber, or it broke, or whatever...cum up the ass!! I got on all fours right away sticking that lubed ass out and front in my favorite piggy position.
It didn't take long.
A lean balding white guy came in, feeling me up, and I turned to work on his dick, which grew with a nice curve upwards almost parallel to his belly, the kind of hard-on you find on teenagers. After my working his dick for a while, he took the next step...by asking me if I had a condom (!). I keep them, the ones the bathhouse provides, under the mattress. If I were into safe sex, I'd keep them out in plain view the way this very hot Irish looking big bootied bottom (he's gotta be about 6-2) always does...he was there already big ass in the air, condoms by his side...but this top was in my room and I'm not one to turn down a fuck, so I gave him the hoodie and he went to town on my ass, but he didn't come.
Within moments of his leaving, a built old/young daddy with a butch flattop came in, not that big a dick but with the most impressive set of nipples I've seen in a while...work my tits, he said, and I did, and this got him really going, so that he fucked me good and hard, bare, though the dick wasn't that impressive at first we got it up to a pretty decent size. But...Nips kept the door open the whole time...and naturally we attracted a crowd.
Another guy comes in, kinda German looking, he wouldn't fuck me but he did a good jackoff on himself...then shot his load on my ass. Nips is still fucking, but he pulled out, then smeared German's cum around my butt and pushed what he could up my ass, then Nips resumed fucking. He didn't cum. By now there was still another guy in the room...Nips leaves, and this guy, with his pencil dick shoves it in, bare. I'm still in doggystyle position, working pencil dick for all it's worth...it gets bigger, decent, shoots a load. Another guy has come in, feelin' me up, leaves.
Still another guy is there, I hadn't noticed him before, he gets in line and then fucks my ass, not all that great but nobody's complaining here. Another guy is there I notice, and he wastes no time plundering my butthole...I don't get a good look at him, but he's got the hardest cock, like a red hot poker stabbing my ass...he also likes to stick a finger up my ass right along his hot rod...it almost hurts, but I guess he doesn't want to cum, because he doesn't but he could have if he wanted.
Finally, a grizzled greying bear is there...there's such a crowd in the hallway spilling into the room, I'm not even bothering trying to keep up with who's who...I can tell only by their dicks. Grizzly Bear has the biggest dick of the day, and my guess, it's pharmaceutically enhanced because he's relentless...Grizzly is 50 if he's a day, and the best topman, though he doesn't make a deposit, he does deliver that great 'I'm so fucked!' sense of satisfaction.
When Grizzly leaves, everybody else leaves, and I decide it's time to rest, and close that door.
'Til next time...
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