Quantity not Quality

Men, it's been a while since I posted and it hasn't been so because I wasn't getting out and around...in fact, since my last posting, I have been fucked by about 30 guys and while it's been a nice experience, there hasn't been a really spectacular fuck worth blogging about. Who wants to read about routine sex? What kind of a blog would that be? Nevertheless, there are some stories to relate; namely some fucks that were extraordinary in their ordinariness. Does that make sense?
I had the experience of getting fucked by a top who never really got hard...at least I couldn't really tell if he couldn't get it hard or if he had a really small dick. What I felt was a squidgy mess of wet, sloppy flesh that kept trying to get in and then delivered what I took to be more of a shadowfuck...but the top was really diggin' it and passionate in his own spastic way, and made a big noisy moan that I took to be a faked orgasm. No matter; it was better than staying home. When I did get home (this all happened at my local bathhouse), I did have that 'full' feeling but since I didn't think there was a load up there, I pretty much didn't give it any more thought. The next morning I had that familiar 'filled up' sensation that usually comes with a buttload of cum. But I thought it was just plain ole crap so I made for the john, but what I shat was a massive load of cum that floated in the toilet water. It was so enormous that I was able to scoop it all up with a spoon and add it to my cum collection receptacle which I store in my freezer. Who would have thought that Squidgy unloaded one of my biggest gifts of the year? Thanks, Squidge, whoever and wherever you are.
Another surprising fuck came from a top I call Pink Pearl...that's an eraser familiar to all of us from gradeschool days...because that's about how big his dick was. Now I'm not about to diss any guy's equipment...any dick is fine with me. A small dick can deliver a decent fuck if the bottom is smart enough to handle it. Small dicks should top missionary style; they get better purchase when on top and get as deep as they need to plug a hole. I got on my back, legs up and pulled my buttcheeks wide apart so that Pearl was able to get in and shoot a decent wad up my big hole. In all fairness, Pink Pearl did grow into a Large Pink Pearl...and I was happy to have him.
During my last visit to Steamworks, it was so crowded I had to bide time with the waitlist. So I headed straight for the gloryhole area and staked my position on the fuckbench where I took a succession of dicks, maybe 12 or so, in fairly rapid succession...none was truly huge, one was good sized, most were average and one was definitely in the Princess Tiny Meat category...and Princess was the one who shot a load up my butt. No complaints. But you know what? I'm ready for a really big piece of meat. I'm not counting my fuckbuds, all of whom are well-endowned and great tops, but the whole point of gay sex is the 'thrill of new meat.' And we are ready.
Now as we approach the end of the year, it is time for STD testing. There's a plan to all of this; I can let myself be a bitch in head for the next week, and then it's abstinence prior to the tests, and then we'll see. Maybe the last fuck of this year will be THE fuck of the year. Happy Thanksgiving, guys.

The Art of Bottoming

Some latin queen hogged the fuckbench for the whole time that I was at the Steamworks last week...an unusually long time, 10 hrs., since there was a promotional 10 hr. rental on that day, 10/10/10. Actually, he did me a favor, for I spent the whole stay in my large room, hosting a dozen butt-hungry sex hounds...here are the standouts:

Black Daddy...this slender muscular mature top had a snow white goatee, and a longish dick that he used like a swirl stick whipping up a bucket of paint.

Branch Bank Manager...I don't know if he works in a bank but he sure looks like it, with a serious demeanor, average build, hair that's just combed not styled and...he wears his glasses when having sex...but with a big dick. Banker had also knocked back a couple, judging from his stale bourbon scented kiss, and a fuckstyle that can be described as haphazard. His fucking was unsteady, and unrhythmic with that big dick sideswiping the walls of my asschute like the dick had a mind of its own...but this is not a bad thing, actually. That long rod kept slipping out and I had to put it back in, much like putting the gas pump hose into the gas tank, and that made me feel really slutty.
Then I said something one never hears in a bathhouse, 'Just fuck me 'til you cum.' Banker said, 'I think I have to share the wealth,' which was a way of saying, 'shut up, bitch, I'll cum when I cum.' No matter. He never got the chance...drunken banker tried to climb on to the mattress, slipped and fell to the floor...pretty much killing the moment...though it was great to hear him mutter, 'Hot Ass!' as he left the room.

Stealth Cat...this man-boy/boy-man stood at the foot of the mattress and pondered my ass for a few moments (I was looking at him by way of the wall-sized mirror) and then pounced on the mattress and shoved his dick up my ass. This was the smallest dick of the night and the best fuck of the night. He got on his haunches and clutched my ass close...and by grasping him by the arches of his feet, we turned into an in-synch fuckmachine. His grinding fuckstyle resulted in a load planted deep in my ass...I shat out the load the next morning, hours later...it took hours
to work itself out.

Nur...this Middle Eastern looking guy fucked me rabbit style and I was sure he would come, but he didn't...but it was a good workout.

PozMan...I don't know if he's poz, but I think so...I looked like the way I like my poz tops to look: ravaged face, salt and pepper buzzcut, well-toned bod, tribal tattoos, and of a certain age. This coupling led to a missionary style pounding with intense eye to eye concentration, and he chose to pull out before cumming, denying me that poz load. This was some hot sex nonetheless.

4 White Men...these guys all looked similar: similar meaty builds, similar degree of baldness, all sure of themselves grabbing me and putting me where they wanted, all good fucks. I don't bother to discuss condoms anymore; I keep them under the mattress and if a top asks, I let him use one. But I just smear some lube on their dicks (I hate stuff that squirts or has to be squeezed) and let the tops go for it. All these four went for it...and they all knew what to do when I pushed back...they retracted their dicks, teased my hole and then plunged right back in. There is an art to bottoming, you know...you just can't lay there, you've got to work for it, and that means working that hole. So I should thank that latin queen for keeping me off the fuckbench...and for giving me hours to perfect my art. Thanks,dude.

Captain Hook, Butt Pirate of the Caribbean

First thing, he IS from the Caribbean and he IS a butt pirate as he's savaged my asshole a few times now, to the point where he's becoming a regular fuckbuddy. He's also a chef who's worked in New York and San Francisco, but what makes him Captain Hook is his phenomenal cock: it's got a crook that's almost a 90 degree angle...I'm exaggerating a little to make a point, but I've seen and taken a lot of dick in my time, and this one is unique and for real. I've discovered that my best position for him is my fuckbench, actually a sofa with a low back where I can hang my arms or snort poppers while he fucks me. We've fucked on the bed and on the floor and standing up, but not missionary style...not yet. I'm really curious to feel how that dick fits in and what places deep in my ass it's going to prod and stroke. When you get a top who's average to small, you get on your back, spread those cheeks and stretch your hole to make it easy for him to stuff it in. With bigger guys, it's problematic. You'll notice that most bottoms take mega-hung Lito Cruz doggy style although I understand Tim Skyler takes it in a sling, that's rare: big guys can hurt. I'm wondering if this crank is going to hurt. The only way to find out is to do it, which I'm hoping will be next week, and with another bottom in a tag team scene. I'm not a territorial bottom; I love having other bottoms around, it makes it all that much nastier.
I'm not at my best right now, recovering from an ailment encountered in the desert, and Captain Hook just called...he comes over during his lunch break...and I had to tell him not today...damn! Next week...missionary style...2 hot poz bottoms...one hot poz Captain Hook...worth waitin' for.

HDK's Bill Gardner Remembered

It's been over a week now since HDK founder, and Grandaddy of Bareback Porn, Bill Gardner, died of lung cancer in Delaware. Bill had returned Back East after his cancer diagnosis, about a year ago, but for years, he was a mainstay of the gay community and culture of Palm Springs, which is where I met him.
Bill was maybe the kindest, most unaffected guy I ever met, and his passing is a real loss for everybody, not just the gay community.
If you want to see and listen to this guy, check out "Sex/Life in LA Part 2," where Bill talks about bareback porn/ His good-natured self just comes across effortlessly and naturally. A reviewer of this video called him a 'happy chappie' and that about sums it up.
I did a little porn for HDK around the turn of the century, and was a loyal and frequent participant at the bareback parties hosted by Bill and partner John Singleton. These were truly the nastiest sex parties ever, thanks to the design and lighting of the expansive play space and all the pervs that seemed to come out of the woodwork to fuck like adrenalin-fueled fiends. I actually used to close the parties...at 4 a.m. as I recall...pig that I am and hoping for one last plug...I was NEVER disappointed. I never left sayin' 'well, that wasn't very hot.' Once I left a dildo behind...the play spaces were divided by hanging fabric (black, of course) creating piles of fabric on the floor, and my Doc Johnson get lost in there. I called Bill about the dildo...yeah, the guys had found it, and he sent it back to me by FedEx overnight...what a guy.
Bill never played during these orgies...he used to man the 'registration desk' and at times pulled security outside...this was in the north end of Palm Springs, an estate closed off by tall walls of trees, if you know the city, then you know how windy it gets up there.
He didn't play at the last party I saw him, either...at a subsequent house John & Bill had moved into on the more suburban south end. These parties were also fisting parties and I topfisted a hungry older bottom on the fuckbench, really working him over. I was too involved and didn't notice that Bill had been watching me. "I hope you'll fist me like that some day,' he said. He said this in a very affectionate way, almost fatherly, as ludicrous as that may sound. "Sure, Bill,' I said, meaning it too. Alas, it was never to happen.
Take care, Bill. I'll make it up to you when we meet again in that Big Playroom-in-the-Sky.

Some musings on Treasure Island Media...Island...What I Can't See 3

I was going to blog about Knightbreeders but got distracted by Treasure Island Media's latest, 'Breeding Season 2,' which I finally viewed last night. You may recall my blogging about seeing it on the lousy video screens at the Chaps II bar in SF and still being impressed...by old stalwart Brad McGuire and a crop of new bottoms, including John Sullivan whom I described as a 'keeper.' He's more than that...it looks like he's going to be TIM's next big star bottom. Breeding Season 2 is a 2-disc set and you really get your money's worth...disc 2 has some shorter chapters incl. a couple of gangbangs, some re-edited chapters and a preview of Ryan Sullivan's upcoming video, called 'Island,' a sort of homage to What I Can't See (more about that in a minute)which in shorthand will be referred to as WICS3 starring Ryan's brother...that same John Sullivan the keeper, the looker, who will play the role first played by cuteslut, the bottom who started it all.
Back around the turn of the century, barebacking was still something that raised eyebrows. It all got on tape around '99, with Michael McKey including a bareback fuck in Depth Charge 2, complete with a droplet of cum on a fucked hole. I wrote to Michael at the time about how the hell did it get in and he wrote back saying that the director was so tweaked at the time he didn't notice. MMcKey was the videographer, not yet to direct his own bareback classics. I think his reply was a joke, but we were definitely going in a new direction. Then around the same time, Paul Morris did Raunch Lunch (I believe) which I read about in one of those cheap, amateurish 'zines held together with staples. You wrote to a PO box on Market St. and Paul got back to you with a self-addressed stamped envelope...that was only about 10 years ago! McKey came out with Bareback:The Movie and Bareback 2:Once in a Blue Moon, but then Paul blew it wide open with 'Breed Me' and the opening sequence, some J. Arthur Rank gongs and a bottom milking 15 or 16 loads of cum out of his ass with a dildo. I think we were all shocked at this but there was no turning back...barebacking was taboo, verboten, sexy, hot and we wanted more of it.
What I Can't See had an interesting premise: a blindfolded bottom getting fucked by a wide variety of guys in a motel room that looks like Beck's on Market St. Cuteslut was a skinny little redhead who didn't drive, lived in Modesto or thereabouts and was posting in the early days of the internet...I think for a while he was splitting his time between CA & NYC. There was very little cum in this video, and I wrote to Paul about it and he wrote back saying that cuteslut's ass just soaked up all that jizz. There'll be a lot more cum in Island/WICS3, to be sure.
Scott O'Hara wrote that Cory Monroe (a cute skinny little blonde bottom from the pre-condom '80's) mused that he hoped one day there would be a porno that would be 'ALL SUCKING! ALL FUCKING! ALL POZ!' What made me think of Cory Monroe is that John Sullivan is interviewed in the preview (on disc 2 of BS2) and for the first time there is a discussion of HIV status...John is poz which of course is going to make him all that more desirable. The world turns..
In Breeding Season 2, the openly poz top Lito Cruz drills an in-shape daddy called Seth, and of course we all want to be like Seth sucking in Lito's poz load...disclosure is sexy...as Sean Storm communicated to me, 'we all love those poz loads, don't we?' Breeding Season 2 is a terrific video, buy it(!) and can't wait for Island/Whaat I Can't See 3...I got a feeling it's going to be important.

Night of the Long Dongs

The best sex is the kind you want never to end...and that's what happened at my latest trip to the Berkeley Steamworks. I was there for only a few hours and I got fucked by only four tops, but it was extraordinary in that every one was massively hung, and I ended my stay there because I didn't want an average-sized dick to 'mess up' the beauty of the consistency...so though I didn't want it to end, I knew that it would and I ended it because I wanted to remember it as a really special experience. The first top that fucked me was a 20-something Black dude with his hair wrapped in a bandana, and he delivered a rough fuck that plumbed the depths of my fuckchute. He didn't cum but the workout was so invigorating I didn't give a shit. The next top was a preppy type who was into piss...first I got rammed good and hard, followed by a piss enema...it is a great feeling getting your ass filled by a man's hot piss, and more about this encounter in a separate posting...just think, fuck, piss, wet, messy. The third, also supremely endowed was a Latin type who gave me a good even drilling and got me to thinking...ah, three big ones in a row...this can't go on. The fourth fuck of the night was delivered by a White top in his twenties with a scimitar-curved dick that was almost touched his navel...the firmness, the curve, the beauty of this dick was something to savor, but he was a rough fucker also, and by now my ass had taken a lot of deep drilling...this guy hit my prostate with every trust and I have to admit, it was gettin' to me, hurtin'...I moved forward on the bed (I was in one of the really nice x-tra large rooms) hoping he would follow and fuck me on my belly, but he wanted to give it doggy style and kept pulling me back to the edge of the bed. Wham, wham, wham, and god it was hurtin' but I wasn't goin' to ruin it for him, I held on for as long as I could.
Four big-dicked tops, one right after the other, is more than any bottom could hope for. I didn't want just an OK-guy to finish it off for me, so I called it a night while I was still riding the rush.
More about the piss enema in the next post...if you never heard of a piss enema delivered in a private room in a bathhouse, neither had I. This should be handled with extreme care.

Sexy Nightmare: Getting Fucked at Army Recruiters'

Greetings, men...I'm in Palm Springs right now, just having awakened at 0745hrs. from a vivid nightmare and I want to get it down and share it with you because we tend to forget these bad dreams, as you all know.
I'm riding in an SUV driven by an elderly demented friend (dead since '05)when he stops and disappears. I go into this building and it's the US armed forces recruiting station and enlistment center (I've been there, know what it looks like), and there some guys there, including a parapalegic who's on the floor, naked with a hard on. Pig that I am, I asked him if he wanted to fuck me, and he says yes and I drop my pants to my ankles, and get down on the floor and can feel the head of his dick entering my asshole but he never gets it in all the way and deep...he doesn't have any legs, just stumps, but it seems that he's learned how to fuck despite the no legs. Finally, there's some nice fucking, but I look up and there's an Asian sergeant telling us to break it up, and not to say anything but the first thing we do after taking the oath is to go to the dispensary...as if the most important thing to him is his enlistment quota, which on reflection, absolutely rings true. Then I notice that the guy fucking me isn't the parapalegic at all, but some other guy...and then I notice my pants are missing...along with my wallet, ID, credit cards, money. Then I get afraid and angry and start cussing out my elderly friend who drove me here...and then I woke up! Ugh. This nightmare was 'so real' that I lay in bed for a few minutes worrying what to do about that lost wallet. Anybody want to translate any of this for me, by all means, don't hold back.