while I was gone...

I've had a LOT of hot encounters since I've been back. And a few while I was silent. It's going to take some time to catalog everything so your patience is appreciated. I won't be able to post pix or specifics of the boys I used overseas due to the fact that their home country censors everything and could possibly identify them through pics. But I'll still do my best to be as graphic as I can *wink*.

Unfortunately, I've also had some hookups that were as boring, dull, and dry as a salad bar. It never ceases to amaze me how incredibly stupid a lot of guys are. Anyone who reads this blog has a faint appreciation for what I like--and don't. Even if you have to read between the lines I think it's fair to say that a half-witted individual could make a reasonable attempt to make our time together exciting and note-worthy. I tend to be more Treasure Island Media than Falcon Studios. More one-shot take than numerous auditions. I dig the power dynamics of older/younger, dominant/submissive, bigger/smaller, extroverted/introverted. If anyone walks away from this blog thinking that I am a vanilla romantic with a hankering for "let's take it slow and see where it goes" then he is blind/stupid/moronic/etc.

However...

I hooked up with him a few nights ago:

Yes, that's Jesse Santana (or whatever the fuck name he uses now). We'd been chatting a few times on one of the rare occasions I was on A4A. He claimed to be totally into what I wrote about, saying, despite his appearance in non-bareback films, he was a total bareback pig who loved hot older guys and loved bitching out to them for hours. He wanted my number and said we'd get together and spend an evening filling him with my seed. A few weeks go by (typical) and I suddenly hear from him three days ago. He wants me to come over that night and fill him with my seed. He promises a wild night.

I have drinks with some friends and then head over around 10pm. His house is a nice one (porn still pays) in a decent neighborhood over in an up-and-coming part of town. When I walk in I am immediately presented with the sight of 3 cracked-out teenagers lounging lazily on the couch. They smack their mouths excited and sit naked while they play video games and text excitedly with whatever moron they happen to catch online.

"He's in the back," one of them says casually as he tries to stroke his cock that has the consistency of jell-o. I roll my yes and walk towards the back. The house smells of chemicals (meth) and cigarette smoke. When I reach the back bedroom Jesse is on all fours, blindfolded, blowing some other meth head who looks as if he hasn't slept (or showered) in 2 days. Another older guy is eating Jesse's ass and making commands very loudly and aggressive. He's seen too many films. Jesse sucks the meth head quickly but it's a losing battle. Despite the hellish scene I'm still moderately hard just because the kid has a bubble ass. The older guy motions me over to the bed. He pulls Jesse by the legs and slides him so his hole is right near my zipper. I pull my pants down and stick my fat manmeat inside. It's warm and very wet. Jesse moans loudly and excitedly but doesn't move. I plow him deep but honestly the whole scene has me crazy. WTF? How did I get into this low-rent opium den? I pull out and guide his mouth around to my cock. He puts it in his mouth and half-heartedly sucks it. After a few seconds I pull out and bend down where our mouths are close.

He giggles a bit :"Hey man I'm not really into kissing." Strike two.

I thought we were going to be alone all night, I say evenly.

He reaches up and pulls one side of the blindfold away from his eye. He squints until he recognizes me. And then whispers with no excitement whatsoever: "Oh, my friends stopped by unexpectedly. They often crash here. No biggie. Besides, I forgot we made plans. It's cool, right?" He pushes the blindfold back down and turns around so his hole is towards the edge of the bed. At this point 2 of the tweekers from the living room stumble into the bedroom. One jumps on the bed and pushes his cock into Jesse's mouth. The other attempts to push me out of the way (I had about 100 pounds of muscle over this kid) but when he fails he just moves in front of me so he can start eating Jesse's ass. I reach down and push the kid out of the way. It was very easy to do. Strike three.

"Dude! Problem?" he says through dry lips.

If you ever touch me again I'll snap your neck, I say evenly.

The others just look at the scene and giggle. Jesse doesn't even notice. He's probably as high as the tweekers. Just more functional. I zip my pants and walk away from the scene. The tweeker still on the sofa is talking excitedly to someone on the phone, asking him to bring more favors. When I open the front door there's a guy on the porch. He's a frat kid too nervous to come inside.

"Is this where the hot ass is?" he says drunkenly.

No, but there's a mediocre hole in the back.

I walk down the porch and to the car. I turn the music up loud and drive away.

If you ever have the displeasure of having contact with this disappointment I'd advise you to run. Away. Quickly.

Additionally, if you are ever in Pittsburgh and stumble across this kid, forget it. He can't follow direction, is as quiet as a church mouse, dull, and tires after 10 minutes. He talks a good game but I'd rather slam my nuts in a door then hook up with him again.