Jour de Pâques

This was a three-day weekend for me — a company holiday — Good Friday or something. Originally, I had planned to drive out on Thursday night, because of the potential for weeknight traffic, but I stayed home to level my druid, who is now 51, yay! For some reason, I think hitting 50 marks the almost done part, and it's a huge relief, and this is such an unwarranted digression.

Saturday morning, I woke up with "the heat" again — that's what I'm calling it now — and I put a bag together and went for a drive.

I got to Northbound around seven p.m., and it was still just barely daylight, so I sat and watched a rather cute bearish guy walk around with his hands down his pants. Shortly after sunset, the lot was deserted, and it remained that way for most of the night.

My first catch of the evening was a day cab driving for one of the supermarket chains. He pulled in, got out of his cab, and climbed between the cab and the trailer. I got out and walked over to check him out, and what I found was a thick meaty cock waiting to be sucked off, and suck I did. He seemed like a nice guy, he came in my mouth after all, and that's all.

Couple hours later, a hunky guy in a PT Cruiser pulled in. From the distance, this guy was just my type, but I moved too slowly, and my chance to taste him was usurped by another. That's OK; I got to watch it all, at least.

After PT guy left, the usurper and his partner walked around the completely empty lot. (Seriously, I had never seen it so devoid of debauchery, even for a Saturday night.) The usurper approached me and asked me what I liked to do. "I like to suck dick," I told him. His partner liked his dick sucked, so we made our way over to him.

Brief introductions and I'm on my knees swallowing a long, thick cock while the usurper watched. I bounced back and forth between the equally massive and impressive cocks, when the partner moved behind the usurper and fucked his ass, while I continued sucking. They both came, I swallowed one load, and the usurper's ass swallows the other load, and we parted company.

And that's about it. I napped on and off, and the hours fly by when you're asleep, don't they?

About two-thirty a.m., a white van pulled in. Bound and determined to squeeze as much cum out of this place as I could, I set off to meet the driver. Turns out he wanted to suck me off, and oh why the hell not? I came a side-splitting orgasm. Then we lit up and had a nice conversation.

While we were talking, a big rig pulled in and parked. Mr. Van left, and I made an attempt at the trucker. I approached the driver's window, and in the red glow of the cabin light, I could see a burly, bare-chested man looking down at me. Though I had come less than half an hour before, I was rock hard again at the prospect of swallowing this hunk's load. But he rebuffed me. I watched him climb out of his seat — revealing that he was indeed mostly naked — and move to the sleeper. Ignorantly seeing this as an invitation, I did something presumptuous: I tried to open the door...and it was locked. FAIL! He poked his head out of the sleeper with a look on his face that could only have meant "get lost," and I headed back to my car in defeat. Goddammit, goddammit!

And that was it. I slept until just before sunrise. I woke up to lots of car doors. Out on the vista point, some sort of gathering was about to take place, complete with a guitar player. Figuring it had something to do with welcoming the resurrection of our lord and savior, I bid a hasty farewell to the place and moved Southbound.

This husky guy pulls up. I saw him the night before at Northbound, but he left before I could do anything. He gets out of his car and shows me his uncut cock, but there were too many people around to do anything. I told him I'd wait and he said he would too. When I finally got my chance, the minute I closed my lips around his veiny cock, he shot a huge load, tasty, savory even. Seriously, nectar-of-the-gods quality cum. I almost came swallowing the hot load. It was superb.

Sleep a little more, drive around here and there, end up back at Southbound for a couple of hours of watching people come and go, snapping pics of the surrounding hills, walking dogs, conversing with each other, until finally I drive home.

Rationale

I think I may have discovered why cruising has such an appeal for me, I mean other than the obvious love of sucking cock and eating cum. Sex is hard to come by for me in San Francisco. Yes, that's what I said. There are plenty of men whom I find attractive and would fuck in a second, but often I am not what they're looking for. You know, everyone has their ideal, what they'll settle for, and I'm just not it. And the guys that would take me home are part of a community that is so tight knit, so incestuous, that having sex with any of them is a little more than what I'm looking for.

So I venture out to these foreign places where I don't know anybody, and I frolic and have fun. Most of the guys I've met and played with while cruising aren't too picky; they just want to get off and any capable mouth (or ass) will suffice.

There's the added benefit of no names, no info, no questions asked, no strings attached, of course. And if they do talk shit about me, I'll never know. San Francisco's gay community, and especially the bear population, is such a Peyton Place, and fortunately I've never become a card-carrying member.

Not that I need to justify why I do all of this...

President's Day

Initially, I planned this little jaunt to time the drive from the Castro to the school in Modesto. I got a late start, and I didn't make it to the school. And that's OK because chances are I'll go to the school in Santa Clara or Union City instead. They're closer and more practical.

So I ended up at Crows Landing overnight and there was nothing going on except cold winds. So I slept as much as I do up here and nothing happened.

The next morning, I stayed at Crows Landing until around nine. Then I drove to Newman and stayed for awhile. It was a rainy day, and not much was going on there either. But it was a day off, and I had no place else to go.

A day cab pulled in, and as he turned the truck around in the small lot, he smiled and waved at me. Yay! My dick was hard and my pants were down as I watched this woofy bear take a leak next to his truck, angling himself so I could see his cock and stream of piss. When he finished, he walked over to me and was happy to see my hardon. He climbed into the passenger seat of my car, took out his cock and kinda looked at me like, "well, what are you waiting for?" So down I went, and shortly after, he shot a hefty load right on my tongue. He went back to his truck and drove off.

A couple hours later, another truck pulled up, this one a sleeper. I got out and approached him as he was taking a leak. He let me watch, but then he went back to the truck. I walked up to the window and after some chit chat, he convinced me to follow him down the highway to somewhere less conspicuous. We pulled off into a gravel lot, he climbed in my car, and I took his flaccid penis in my mouth. With a little firm coaxing, I managed to get him hard and then to orgasm. It was sweet. And we drove off on our separate ways.

I went in to Santa Nella for a bite to eat and then returned to Northbound. I fell asleep in the warm car but woke up to the day cab from that morning knocking on my window asking to be let in. Wow. Twice in one day? Major score. This time, I sucked on his balls as he fiercely jacked off, warning me seconds before he shoved the full shaft of his erupting cock in my mouth so I could catch the full load. Slurp! Yum. He was on a schedule, so he jumped out and ran to his truck and left.

One of the witnesses to Mr. Woof was a skinny young kid who smoked a lot. He invited me into his four-wheeler truck where he pulled out his soft dick and asked me to suck him off. After several interruptions, I did make him come, and that made number four.

It was late in the afternoon by then, so I packed up and went home.

Where ya been?

I know it's been a year and a half since I posted anything here regularly. I haven't forgotten about it. I've been busy with real life and such like that, and road trips aren't always convenient anymore. I've been hanging out in the parks of San Francisco and meeting up with regular fuck buddies, and while that's all fun, it's not the same. I miss going in to the center of California, meeting up with rugged, wayward truckers in some dusty old rest stop and fucking around. I miss it a lot. Maybe I'll get back into the swing of things again soon. In the meantime...

Saturday morning, I woke up totally on edge. The night before, I couldn't sleep, and I was up very late watching the parade around the park across from my apartment. This park is notoriously cruisy practically any night of the week, and weekends it's especially busy. So, when the roommate is out of town, I sometimes sit on the front steps and watch the guys walk or drive or ride their bikes round and round the park in an endless search for the perfect hookup. This Friday night was no exception, but I wasn't exactly in the mood, so I sat on the sidelines and watched. All the same, I was horned up at the thought of the rocking van across the street, the couple who hid out in the bushes of the school to pull one off, and my neighbor coming and going, bringing back a new trick with each turn.

When I woke up the next morning, I knew that this edge wouldn't go away with a simple handjob. Even the Fleshlight wouldn't help totally take the edge off. So I headed off to the park, Golden Gate that is, looking for more than just a good time. I got there a little early. The sky was still overcast, and the air was cool. The temps in the Castro were already warming up, so the fresh ocean air was refreshing. But there was no one around. On a Saturday morning? Where's my cute latino bike rider who was always eager for me to suck him off? Where's the hunky older guy who liked to take it up the ass, raw, in the bushes? Nowhere to be found.

I wandered the trails for almost half an hour before I spotted my first catch of the day: a hot, stocky, redhead bear. He approached me and instantly grabbed my hard cock. We moved to a more secluded area where we made out a little bit, took our shorts off, and traded blow jobs for a while. He pulled me up from my knees and asked me to fuck him, pulling out condoms and lube from his pocket. "Sure," I said, eager to get into this tight little ass. And within minutes, I was riding him hard, pounding him into the tree he was holding onto. He asked me to come quickly, and I fucked him even harder to accelerate the orgasm. And bam! My cock was pumping and filling up the Trojan attached to it. It was exactly what I needed. I slowly pulled my softening cock out of his ass as he turned around to lock his lips with mine. "I didn't come yet...suck on my nipples..." he moaned. I did exactly what he asked, and shortly he was shooting his considerable wad of semen all over the bushes.

After we cleaned up and went our separate ways, I walked around the trails some more, but there was just no one there, so I headed home. It was short, and I would loved to have had a belly full of cum to tide me over for the afternoon, but it was worth it.

This weekend is the Hairrison Street Fair, so maybe I'll have another chance or two...

Back in Business

It's been a long time since I took a trip to my favorite rest stops, so I packed an overnight bag and after work on Friday, I took off for I-5. Traffic was a bitch, so it took almost two hours to get from the Peninsula to the interstate, but it was a good thing. With summer still around, the nights come late, and I didn't want to sit up at the vista point in broad daylight.

I got to the point shortly after 9 o'clock that night. There were a couple of cars scattered here and there. But nothing was going on. It was quiet and just a little breezy, but it was comfortable.

A couple hours later, a big white van pulled up and parked right in front of me. The driver got out of the van, leaned up against the side, lit a cigarette, and started rubbing his crotch. I got out of my car, did the faux stretch, and slowly made my way over to him. He was younger than me, mid-20s I'd guess, but very cute and hairy. As I got closer, I could see more of his hard cock just starting to poke out of the open fly of his shorts. I didn't really ask if I could pull his cock out, and he didn't mind my doing so. "I've needed this for weeks," he whispered, and I got to my knees and took the rigid member into my mouth. He moaned and thrust his pelvis forward so that my mouth took every last inch of his cock. I sucked him off slowly at first, but sped up just enough to bring him to his orgasm. He shuddered as his cock filled my mouth with his sweet cum, and I swallowed every drop. After I licked him clean, I stood up and thanked him for the load. He thanked me in return and said he would have to stop by more often. He was so cute, so hunky and hairy and his cock was awesome. I wouldn't mind meeting him again and again.

A couple more hours passed, and I thought it would be a lost cause for the rest of the night, but a semi showed up and changed all of that. As he pulled in to the point, his high beams flooded my car with light and momentarily blinded me. I turned my head to avoid the light, and the truck stopped just a few seconds longer than I expected. It seems it was just long enough for the driver to scope out who I was. He pulled his truck in just a few feet away from my car, and my cock hardened at the thought...

The driver got out of his truck, did the requisite walk-around inspection, and when he got to my side of the truck, the driver going commando unzipped his jeans and unloaded a nice stream of piss onto the pavement. He made no effort to hide his healthy cock from me, and seemed to enjoy the extended exposure to the night air. He tucked his semi-hard cock into his jeans, and I noticed that he didn't zip his jeans back up. Bingo! The guy was about six feet tall, nice build, blond hair and a couple days of growth on his face. Attractive and sexy. He opened up the passenger side door to his cab and slowly climbed in. With his jeans unzipped, I could see the top of his crack as he mounted the steps. Tantalizing and inviting. He sat in the passenger seat for just a second, looked around the point from his mirrors, and then looked at me. I have never been so blatantly cruised by a trucker before, and I thought I would shoot my load at the whole idea. But I didn't.

He closed the cab door just enough for it to latch but not close completely and then moved back to the sleeper. I got out of my car, walked up to the cab, opened the door, and helped myself in. He was waiting for me on the bed, pants down around his ankles, hardening cock resting against his bare stomach. "Hi," I said, "need some help with that?" For some reason, I always manage to spill out a cheesy opening line, but it worked. He nodded and stroked his cock just a little. I climbed into the sleeper, got on my knees between his legs, and took his full manhood into my mouth. It was day-old, musky, just a little sweaty, and the pheremones were almost overpowering. I swooned as I gently moved my mouth up and down his shaft. He moaned gently, and put his hand on the back of my head. He didn't push my head down, but the pressure was firm enough to indicate that he appreciated what I was doing to him. His cock was so salty and tasty that I could have sucked him off forever, but unfortunately, forever didn't last too long. He started moaning louder as he neared his climax, and I started sucking just a little harder and faster, absolutely determined to make him come. Without warning, and just how I like it, his cock exploded a warm wet load of spunk onto my tongue. Wave after wave of cum coursed through his solid piece of meat and shot into my mouth. I gulped the cum down my gullet and continued the firm pressure of my lips around his shaft, milking every last drop he could give me. Finally, he quivered a little, and I recognized the common sensitive reaction of a blow job. Slowly, I took my mouth off his rod, savoring every millimeter, licking his piss hole clean. I wrapped my hand around his still firm cock and coaxed the last drops of cum up his shaft and out of his head, licking that up as well. Never waste a drop. Ever. He moaned a thank-you, I got up and thanked him back, and made my way back to my car. His truck was parked there for the rest of the night.

I hung around the point in hopes of the trucker waking up and wanting another job before heading back out onto the road, and in the meantime, I dozed off. I woke up just before sunrise to find a beefy bear of a guy walking around the lot. I got out of my car and stretched for real this time and then slowly made my way over to him. He was nonchalantly smoking a cigarette with one hand and massaging a hard cock through the pocket of his shorts with his other hand. I made small talk about the sun or some shit as I eyed his rod. He continued to stroke his cock as he talked to me, and finally, I said, "Hey, can I suck you off?" Why bother with bullshit small talk when we both know what we're there for. He chuckled and led me back to his delivery van. He drove for a courier service and was heading north before he stopped here. He opened the garage door of the van and climbed inside. This was a new one for me. I climbed in after him and he closed the garage door behind me. I got down on my knees in front of him, unzipped his shorts and let them fall around his ankles. His cock was primed and ready, precum just oozing from his head and around his thick-gauged piercing. I licked it up and as always took his cock all the way into my mouth, enjoying the cold metal of the ring against my tongue. While the description of sucking cock is pretty much the same from guy to guy, in my experience, it never feels the same. Every cock is different and every guy likes it sucked off differently. But I digress...

He grabbed the shelves of the van for leverage and proceeded to face fuck me with his cock. I opened my mouth wide enough so that his Prince Albert wouldn't crack my molars but kept my lips firmly secured around his thick shaft. His cock wasn't long, but what he lacked in length, he made up for in girth. I love thick cocks more than I like long cocks. Girth wins me over every time. This guy warned me before he was going to cum, and I hummed my answer to him, took his cock in my hand to control the direction he was thrusting, and then felt the reward for my efforts. That tasty elixir of manliness filled my mouth again, and I swallowed every drop. I let his cock lie on my tongue as I swallowed. His rod softened slowly, and I enjoyed the sensation of the blood leaving the engorged chambers within. He patted my head softly, and I slowly let go of his now-soft penis, again, licking the hole in his head to scrape every bit of cum I could get.

"That was real nice," he said. "I'm up here every Friday night. I drive up the Five to Sacramento for a delivery on Saturday mornings."
"I'll remember that, and I'll look for you again," I replied.
"I hope so."

He led me to the front of the van and opened the driver's door for me to leave. He started up the van and took off on the highway. I got back to my car and did the same thing.

It had been a long time since I had been up there, but the wait was worth it. Still, I know these spots are even more busy in the middle of the week. Tuesday and Wednesday nights seem to be the most popular nights, but now that I'm working a regular schedule again, it's pretty much impossible for me to get out there and take advantage of it. That sucks, but if I can only suck one cock on a Friday night, the trip is worth it, and this Friday, I had three cocks fill my mouth and stomach with loads of cum, and that's a total score for me.

Steamworks Tonight

I'm off to the Steamworks tonight. I'm horny as a motherfucker and it's the best place for me to go in search of hard cock and hot loads of cum. I had eschewed the Steamworks for a long time because of its staff and the seemingly endless remodeling they were doing. The staff were always bitchy and rude, and the remodeling, well, who wants to step on nails and shit? (At least the shit won't make you bleed.) I'm sure it wasn't that bad. It's more like features were lacking and I didn't want to settle, you know?

So, one night this past January, I was thoroughly disappointed with the Watergarden and I decided to drive home. On the way home, my loins started quivering, and I changed my plans and went in search of cock. I gave Steamworks a try, and OMG, Becky, I can't even tell you how much fun I had. I can't remember the last time I was even there it had been so long.

The whole place looks and feels different. They completely redid the back of the joint; it's a sea of glory holes now, instead of just half a dozen. There is finally room for everyone! That night in January, I got so lucky, I actually got a stomachache from eating so much cum. I can't remember the last time that happened either! I fell in love with Steamworks all over again.

I've been back a few times since that "renaissance" and every time, I strike gold, I swear. Sundays are great in the mid-morning through the evening. Saturday nights are always busy, but it's a more body-conscious crowd, and they're not always willing to let a bear like me suck them off. Even the middle of the week, when I've "called in sick," I've managed to find a bunch of hunky men who would let me eat their loads. I wish I could go there every day. Hmmm, maybe I could get a job there! No, they'd fire me on the first day for fraternizing with the clientele.

So, that's where I'm off to tonight. They only let you stay for six hours with one renewal, and then you have to leave for an hour before you can come back. That's OK. Twelve hours of cocksucking should be enough to sate my thirst. At least I get some when I go there.

One of the reasons I stopped going to the Watergarden is that I never get any sex when I'm there. It's hit and miss, and mostly miss, and I don't go there to sit and stare at guys getting off in the steamroom. I don't go there to crowd around the lovers like they're a scientific exhibit. And I don't go there to sit in my room by myself, either. I guess I got toxed out on the place. It's still nice, the staff is still friendly, and I'm sure I'll be back. But when I want to fuck, suck, and shoot a load, I'll head to the Steamworks instead.

I've been so busy working on back to back projects that I haven't had time to go anywhere else in a long time. I'm planning a short trip to Palm Springs and the Desert Bear at the end of March. After that, I'm busy at work again. I hate to say that I'm overworked because I love it like that, but it does put a damper on my sex life. Still, I like this blog, and I will keep it going for now.

Have fun and play safe.

Happy New Year

Well, Happy New Year. Betcha didn’t think you’d hear from me again, didja?

So, in a horny huff, I ran out on Friday morning and went for a drive. I have been driving all over the state of California over the last few months in search of cock and loads of cum. To be honest, I have not been successful. I even took a trip to Palm Springs, to my favorite resort, a resort which never fails to please me, and all I got was one lousy blow job...and it was truly lousy...full of teeth and not even to completion. The guy was jacking off while he was sucking me off, and as his orgasm approached, his jaw closed around my cock and the pressure became unbearable. There was no coordination between the jacking and the sucking, and I was left with chafe marks...again. Oh well. He came all over my feet and then left. That’s OK. I really did go down to PS to relax and get away. But I digress from Friday.

It rained like hell on Friday in Northern California...perhaps you heard about it. I went out to my little park in the East Bay and though it was hoppin’, I just didn’t feel it. There’s a new guy in town, and he’s looking good. He totally reminds me of a boss I used to have at this shitty little convention management bureau in San Francisco. That was a dive, let me tell you. Anyway, we’ll call him...hmmm...let’s call him the Dust Buster...Mr. Dust Buster was hot. Cute and as it turns out hung very nicely. It took forever and my job for me to get in his pants, and when I did, he gladly took my bareback cock up his ass and rode me until I shot my load. And he told me that he was an inexperienced bottom. Yeah, right. As inexperienced as a glass of water. And after I fucked him, he wouldn’t let me suck his dick! I was gagging for it, I’m telling you. And he put it away like the tease he was. He was a good kisser, too. And then he moved away.

So, when I saw this new guy show up, I instantly thought of Mr. Dust Buster. OMG! Did he move back to the Bay Area? Same hot body, same adorably cute face, same mustache and seeming penchant for Pepsi and cigarettes. It was eerie. And for some reason, he intimidates me to no end. Me, little ol’ BJ Cruiser, afraid of a guy who looks like another guy on whom he had a little crush. Well, that gets right to the bottom of things, doesn’t it? That’s what I love about freeform writing: just write what comes into your head and worry about the details later. Perfect.

So, he was there on Friday, and I was hard for him the minute I saw his Explorer pull into the lot. I could totally eat him up. He went up and down the trails a couple of times, and I just couldn’t bring myself to approach him. Coward! One of these days...

At about sunset that evening, I cleared out and drove south to San Jose. I was going to half-price night at the Watergarden. I got there around 6 p.m. and opted for a locker. The place was packed, and I made a beeline for the steamroom. It wasn’t long before I had my lips wrapped around a long, thin, veiny cock of an adorable little Asian guy. Normally, I go for the big, burly, and hairy man, but Friday night, I was so horned up, all I wanted was a mouthful of cum, and as always, persistance paid off handsomely. He shot his load and moaned his moans, and I swallowed every last drop. It was a little sweet, too.

I continued to cruise the steamroom, offering my services to those who passed by, occasionally being rewarded with firm, wet lips and a hard cock. After a while, though, the heat got to me, and I had to get some fresh air. There’s a small area out back which used to be open and the designated smoking area. It’s still a smoker’s spot, but they’ve reconfigured the space to offer three hiding spots for those who like to suck while they smoke, or perhaps for those who want a little privacy, or even for those who like to do it outside. I really can’t say. All I know is the cement is a little sticky, and it’s a great place to cruise. I love sex outside. It’s so natural.

Anyway, this little area is covered to block us from the elements, and as luck would have it, the cover held up admirably against the ferocious winds that Friday night’s storm delivered. Also as luck would have it, the tropical nature of the storm kept the temperature hovering right at 60°F (15°C), which was fairly comfortable to my naked body. I stayed out there long enough to hear the goings-on of a couple sequestered in the far corner of the space and thus to attract the attention of a wiry, bearish man who was out there smoking. He was a handsome man, and a friendly sort. After he stubbed out his cigarette, he reached down and grabbed himself gently, enough to catch my attention. I didn’t think he was interested in what I had to offer, but I was mistaken. He walked over to me and offered his cock for my attentions. It was very nice indeed. I sucked him off for a while and then he returned the favor. And you know, he sucked me off completely, swallowing every drop and licking my head clean. It was a great blow job, smooth and relaxing and very nice. And then he left.

I went back in and showered the sex off of me. It was only midnight, and I had six hours left on my stay there, but I didn’t feel like sticking around. So I dressed and drove off into the storm.

I drove up to the vista point, 62 miles (100 km) north, and decided to stay there to wait out the storm. It was really bad. The whole way up I-680, there was standing water along the shoulders, and plenty of macho schmucks in their jacked-up SUVs intent on proving to the passing traffic that their testosterone levels were perfectly healthy. In my little GTI, I was panicking just a little. I mean, I am a safe driver, and I like to drive fast. But when it’s raining out, when the roads are covered with standing water, when the visibility is almost nill, I’m not about to go racing down the highway at 80+ mph (120+ kph). I have a little common sense, I guess. Whatever. The trip took about an hour, and I was really tired by the time I got to where I was going.

It rained hard all night long. The winds were fierce. There were times when I imagined my little GTI being picked up by the winds and thrown down the embankment onto the westbound lanes of 680 below. And then it stopped. Morning came by and the sun came out and from my vantage point, it looked like the storm never happened. There was no one up there, either. Well, the old fuck in the camper was there, but he’s always there, ratting out people he finds having sex (oh! no!) in their cars. Apparently, he’s retired, he has an agreement with the local authorities to camp out up there in exchange for information about who’s doing what with whom. Scumbag. Live and let live! Mind your own damn business! No harm in a blow job you dumb fuck! Whatever. There was another guy up there, a total looker, tall, thin, bushy mustache, driving a big Suburban. He was up there all night and through most of the next day. I was hard for him the whole time, and because of the camper, I couldn’t do anything but stroke my cock for him. He didn’t see me or couldn’t see me or wasn’t interested at all or he was interested and just didn’t want to do anything. I drove off wishing I could have sucked his cock because he just had to have a nice one. A guy like that is not small in any regard.

And then there was New Year’s Eve. I stayed home. I was so tired from the day and night before that I had no patience to be out among the rest of San Francisco cheering in 2006. I have one more day off of work on Monday, and I am still really horny. All I want to do is suck cock right now, and all I’ve got is my own, and while it tastes good to me, it’s not enough. Maybe I’ll hit Steamworks on Monday.

Not one of my better posts, I’ll admit, but I thought I’d share nonetheless.