So while I was stationed at Fort Sam Houston, I would go into San Antonio and have fun. I went to this str8 bar in town near the Alamo. It was owned by Dan Blocker of Bonanza fame. Or owned by his family. I dont recall exactly which. And there I met this cute little Mexican named Johnny Pitts, I have or had a pic of he and I at a club in the patio. I was wearing a yellow shirt with a black Chinese character on the shirt pocket.
We had a lot of fun together. We took a weekend trip to Austin Tx to see his old bf. Who was attending UT University of Texas at Austin. We stayed at their place which was roach infested. Now I've seen roaches b4, but not the size roaches they have in Texas. The roaches in Texas are about an inch wide and 1.5 to 2 inches long. Just HUMONGOUS! hahaha
We went to some lake there in Austin and we were up on the rocks above the water sunning ourselves and then some guys next to us starting having sex in the rocks and we joined in. LOL Oh those were the days of complete freedom! LOL
So we go back to San Antonio and then shortly after that, I went home. My training was done. I didn't want to leave. I was having way too much fun. hahahahaha
So shortly after I get back, I move back in with my mother. But I dont stay there for long. She was still being quite bossy and domineering. So I embark on finding a job with all of my new training. Unfortunately, Combat Medic doesn't transfer over. If I had wanted to be a paramedic, I still would have had to attend Paramedic training somewhere. So I ended up in Security. I worked for Burns Security, ABM, Burns again, Wells Security, and finally back to ABM. I started working at ABM when it first started doing security in Oakland at the Del Monte Plant. All of those HOT truckers dropping off fruit. yum yum Unfortunately, I never got any of them. But not for lack of trying. LOL I think I was just too subtle about it. hahahahahaha
So I have lived in Oakland, Berkeley, Hayward, San Francisco and back to Oakland. One of the places I lived in San Francisco was with my old high school friend Anthony King, in a house in the Excellsior District. Along with 2 Filipinos Merit and Mandy. They were best friends for 25+ years. Anthony and I had beed friends for around 16yrs. So it was 2 pairs of best friends living together. And we got along really well for the most part. Except Mandy was really nosey. He used to open the corners of our in coming mail. He would always ask personal questions, but he refused to answer himself. So I stopped aswering his. hahahahahaha I remember one Christmas season, and I was dating this guy named Bob. I had just gotten home and heading to my room, Mandy was coming up from downstairs, and he askes me, "were you out spreading holiday cheer with Bob?" I said, yes I was but you can ask him, he's right behind me. Bob said, "yes he was and now we're going into his room to fuck, do you wanna watch?" Mandy's face went crunch crunch!!! hahahahahaha You would have thought that he would have learned his lesson but that only lasted for a few days. hahahahahahaha Some people are just too nosey for their own good. hahahahaha
OH! before I move on, one day, we were all home and watching Tv and just chilling and there were some other Filipino guys over. And Merit goes into the kitchen to make us all a beverage. So he comes in and starts handing out the beverages. I take the glass and I"m looking at the concoction and I'm thinking, What the fuck is this? There was corn whole kernels on the bottom, shaved ice and some kind of froth on top. I tasted it, but it was bland and lifeless. LOL I thought I was gonna barf! So I got up and got myself a soda. hahahahahaha I dont recall what it was called, but it was a glass full of crap. hahahahahaha
So I lived there with Merit, Mandy and Anthony for about 8yrs. Anthony moved out first. He was working at the Post Office and had met another mail handler named "Jr". A really hot Mexican. Jr bought a townhouse up in the hills above Daly City and he and Anthony moved into it. They were together when Anthony finally succumbed to HIV. Anthony had been positive for years prior to meeting Jr and he lied to him when they first got together. I dont know how he got his health or life insurance because he was positive b4 he even got hired at the Post Office. Anthony died in Oct 1993, at the tender age of 31. We were on the outs at the time. I had been over to the townhouse and we were going to have a sleep over and just hang out. I was there also checking up on Anthony and making sure he was eating and stuff while Jr was at work. Anthony, had salmonella at the time. We had been out running around a few weeks b4 and had gone back to the townhouse. We were hungry and instead of going out, Anthony offered me some chicken that Jr had cooked the night b4. We nuked it and stood at the counter picking off of it and talking. You know, "girl talk". hahahahahaha What we didn't know, that the chicken was infected with salmonella. My immune system wasn't compromised. So, the germs just passed right through me, but Anthony developed a fever and fell in within a week. So he was in the hospital for about 2weeks. And when he got out he went back home and like I said, I was helping to take care of him. But one evening, Anthony, got a bug in his wig and started being rude to me. So I got mad and told him to go fuck himself. I packed my bag and walked out the house. Told Jr, that I felt sorry for him to have to deal with such an ASSHOLE! Now they lived up in a remote section of town, no buses up that way and I didn't have a car at the time. So I was hoofing it down the hill towards Mission Street, so that I could catch a bus down to Geneva or somewhere. But a few mins later Jr pulled up and apologized for Anthony and asked me if I wanted a ride home, I refused at first. But he was being so nice, that I finally gave in and he took me home. I never saw Anthony alive again. We had had a very tumultuous relationship anyway. He always thought he was just so fine that he could say or do whatever he wanted. And keeping me around, the ugly fat friend, always made him look even better. In his eyes. It took me a long time to realize that. And there were times when he could be so nice and a true friend, and others when he was a real ASSHOLE. I wont go into too much detail on this matter, because it's not nice to speak ill of the dead.
So then I moved out of Mandy's house into a studio down at Taylor and Ellis Streets, right across the street from Glide Memorial Church. When they used to have the Turkey giveaways, I could walk out my door and cross the street. I only lived there for about 1.5yr. Luckily for me, I got a better job, I had been an answering service operator. But I went back to working Security and got a job again with ABM Security. And I ended up moving up the street to a nice 3 room studio on the 2nd floor at 455 Hyde Street, yeap, the same building that my longtime friend Matthew Holtz lived in. He was on the 9th floor and I was on the 2nd floor. I really liked living there. The 38 Geary bus stopped up on O'Farrell Street, just up to t he corner and across the street. I lived on the 2nd floor for just over 1yr and then moved downstairs to the first floor to a larger 3 room studio. In that building there were 2 sizes of apts. Same exact layout, but if you had the larger apt, you had french doors that led from the main room to the dinnette. So basically there were 4 rooms to those apts. If you had the smaller one, you had a tiny entry hall, 1 small closet, and 1 large walkin closet, a large main room, that led into the dinnette and then the kitchen. If you had the larger apts, you would have a large entry hall, 2 small closets and 1 large walkin closet then a door leading into the kitchen and then between the large main room and the dinnette were french doors and an archway between the dinnette and the kitchen. Cool!
So the building got sold to some slum lords and they were trying to buy up as many apt buildings in SF that they could and then jacking up all of the rents.
So I ended up moving in with Larry for the short term, I thought. I had been chatting on line with lots of guys, one of them being MT. He was living 3hrs outside of Tokyo. But the company he worked for was forming a partnership with one in Arizona and he was going to be the Liasion between the 2. So he was going to be transferred to Chandler Az. For how long, we're not sure....6mos to 1yr maybe longer. So I went to go visit him Aug 28th 2000. I cant say it was love at first sight. He looked a lot slimmer in person than he did on line. And the jeans he was wearing , it looked like he didn't have much of an ass. LOL So we get back to his apt. And we were chilling and hanging out. Then we went to dinner, we came back and he leans over to me on the couch and askes me if I wanted to fuck him. I said, hell yes! So that was the start of it. We had been friends for 4yrs at least prior to meeting face to face that day. I ended up staying only 3 or 4 days. And then I went back to Oakland. We continued to chat on line and talk on the phone. When I was there I helped him study English and I used to quiz him. And of course I taught him lost of slang sayings. hahahahahaha Making him seem very hip to his coworkers. So I went back in 3 weeks. Back then it was pre 911/2001 and so it was easy to fly and Southwest kept running specials, I could fly to Phoenix for like 100.00 r/t sometimes. I started going back and forth quite a bit and staying longer and longer. This was good because Larry had run off and married some skank he met online. And she was a very controlling and rude ass bitch! Her name was Janey or something like that. I didn't like that bitch one bit! She was a lazy nasty ass gold digging slut. Larry used to be a fuckup, but somehow he snagged a good job at PGE paying $40,000.00/year plus benefits. Anyway, it was nice to get out of there and go see MT. We were having such an awesome time exploring the Phoenix metro area. We would take weekend trips to Tucson, or Yuma, or Mexico. We went to Las Cruses NM for the weekend. Then another time we drove to Fort Worth TX(?) to go to Mexico that way.
Another time, we drove from Chandler Az, to NM, TX, LA, MI, TN and then to Ark. Our goal was to drive to FL, but we spent too much time in New Orleans. We had such an awesome time there. The food was awesome and we found a really nice hotel that included a full breakfast. We would go down and you could have eggs to order, make your own waffles, hashbrowns, lots of fresh fruit, pastries, muffins, cereal, etc. All you can eat!!! That's my kind of place. hahahahahaha So when we finally left Ark and headed back, we went to OK then back to NM and finally AZ. We stopped off at a lot of nice historical sites, Graceland in TN, the Oklahoma Memorial, French Quarter in LA, that was a LOT of driving but we had such an amazing time.
So I went back to live with Larry in Jan 2005. But it was too cold there and after all of that Janey drama, I decided that I wasn't going to keep putting up with his crazy ass gfs and all of his pot smoking. So, I asked Matt and Jacob, my long time friends who had suddenly become land mogals up in Sacramento if they had any apts for rent. Jacob came over and got me on a Sunday and we drove up here to Sac and he took me on a tour of all of their properties. He had a 4plex over on kenwood that he was having trouble keeping renters in. But I liked it. It was a 2bdrm/1 bath huge front yard and a large backyard. So I picked the one with the biggest patio, #4. I signed the lease and then I started packing. I rented a truck from Uhaul and drove up here with my 1993 Ford Explorer on a trailer. I moved in there 2 Mar 2005
So like I said earlier, MT was only going to stay here for maybe a year, but a year turned into 5. He didn't return to Japan for good until Jan 2005. I thought that we could keep up the long distance romance. And he came back in Jul 2005. I showed him around Sac and we had a nice visit, but he was only here for 4 days. He didn't come back at Christmas time like he promised.
But I went to Japan in April 2006 for Golden Week. We stayed in a nice little hotel in Tokyo near Ueno Station. That first night we went to a bar near the train station and had THE most delicious salad and noodle soup. I was so full!! I couldnt even finish the soup. hahahahahaha
Unfortunately I was at my heaviest then, at least 410 lbs. And it's not true that the Japanese people are so nice and dont like hurting people's feelings. Saving face. That's all reserved for people they know and respect. Or people that are above them in life. I was made fun of a LOT in Japan. More so that here in the USA. People would laugh in my face and call me fatso. Like I didn't know that already? HELLO!!! But inspite of that, I still managed to have a really good time there. We went on a bus tour that included a boat ride and lucheon on the boat. The food was really good on the boat.
I'm skipping over a lot of stuff, but I'm just sticking to some of the highlights. hahahahahaha
MT and I take the train to Iwate to visit his house and so that I can meet his parents who live with him. I was really nervous, and unfortunately I fell ill on the train going to Iwate. I got a fever and just felt terrible for the whole 2 days that I was at Mt's house in Iwate. Too bad, I really wanted to see Hanamaki City and go to the spa he was always taking his mom to. When we went back to Tokyo, one night after some hell of good Korean BBQ we went to a bathouse. Mt went up to one floor and watched tv. I went to the orgy room and had sex with a 59yr man. We just traded bjs, no fucking. But he was HOT! Nice uncut cock. Good kisser. hahahahaha
We went all over Tokyo, sumo district, electronics district, Ueno area, etc.
And then my week was up and I returned home to Sac.
My father passed away in 7 Jun 2004 and upon his death, after doing some research, I discovered that he and my mother NEVER divorced. That his "marriage" to Helen Smith was not valid and that they had lied to us all of those years. So I found an attorney and I evicted them out of my daddy's house. My half sister Kim...that fat bitch! And all of Helen's other relatives. Kim fought me tooth and nail but I won out. I sold the house and took most of the money. Payback is a bitch!!! Shortly after my father died, Kim and I were screaming at each other on the phone because she is not woman enough to jump in my face and talk all that shit. She knows I'd lay that bitch out with one punch. But she was trying to tell me that the wife gets everything, and I said, yes bitch, THE WIFE gets everything!!! Because I suspected at that time that my mother was still the wife. It took Social Security 9 months to investigate and discover that NO DIVORCE ever happened, and deemed my mother the lawful widow. But Helen had filed a probate petition naming her the wife. Well I filed papers advising the court that she was NOT the widow and that my mother was. At the next hearing after that, Helen withdrew her petition and the judge laughed her withdrawal out of court. Literally!!!! She said, "I think that's a good idea, since you are not the wife." through a round of laughter. OOOOHHHH SNAP!!! hahahahahahahaha Anyway, suffice it say, I won, they lost. I dont want to go into too many details because it was all a very stressful time in my life and I prefer not to dwell on bad things.
Back to me....I had been living on Kenwood for 3.5 yrs when I received a notice of default on Kenwood Street. Well I was panicing and thinking that I would end up homeless. But MT stepped up and gave me some money to help me move and luckily for me, that I didn't sit on my hands and I went out and started looking at apts. Sac has a HUGE inventory of Apts. I was looking at 3 and 4 places a day. All in all I think I looked at around 30 apts total. Some were dives and some were ok, but I really liked this one here on Castle Hill Court. It is almost dead center between Walmart and the closest 99 cents store to my old place. But now I am living above the freeway and hopefully on higher ground should the levees break again and there is widespread flooding up here again. hahahahahaha I moved in here almost 4yrs to the day that I moved into Kenwood. The only thing that I miss about the old place is the inside laundry, and the secluded one story apt. Here I have someone living above me and sometimes that fat cow is noisey!
Well that's it for now. I'll go back and fill in some of the missing stuff later. Like bfs and sex partys and etc. hahahahahaha Ciao!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Intro times 2
Ok, where were we? I was 21 and in the Army on Active Duty in Fort Sam Houston. I was at my skinniest! I was young, hung and full of cum. On the weekends, I would go into to San Antonio and I would go to the bars or go to the Executive Bath House(EBB). Yum Yum. On one such visit, I met this pretty blonde Sgt from the base. We traded bjs in his room at the EBB. And I fell asleep. I think he wanted me to fuck him, but he never came right and said it. He would just say, "I really want to make you happy tonite" or "Are you having a good time with me?". He was about 15 or 20yrs older than I was, but he had a really nice body. And a 6 or 6.5" cock. so I was happy. He had a nice moustache, a hairy chest, eventhough, he was a blonde. His chest hair was dark brown. Very sexy!!! in my opinion. Anyway, some time goes by and we were nearing the ending of training. I think it had been about 3 weeks to a month later. And I was in the laundry room with some other trainees and we were polishing our boots and doing laundry. And this blonde Sgt walks in and says, "hey, how....pause......is everything going in here?" He barely finishes his sentence and then hightails it right back out of the room. I believe he paused when he saw me sitting there. What a dumbass. He could have blown both our covers. hahahahahaha So, I said, what the fuck is his problem? And we all laughed about it. So the next morning, during our morning formation, our Captain tells us how the Sgt who had CQ duty last night was now under arrest and he was getting an Article 15 for propositioning 2 recruits last night. I got really scared there for a minute, because I thought that dumbass blonde Sgt was going to rat me out too, now that he had been caught. But luckily for me, he didnt. Thank God! I certainly didn't want to end up in prison in Leavenworth KS with him. Although, we could have had some HOT nights together. The days would have been HELL I'm sure. hahahahahaha I mean, WHAT the hell was he thinking?? If he, got horny that night, why didn't he send for me? We could have had some fun and noone would have been the wiser!!!! DUH!!!! (shrugs) Oh well, C'est la vie!
Monday, October 5, 2009
my Intro!
Hello,
And Welcome to my new blog. This is my first blogging experience so please be gentle with me. Since I am busting my blogging cherry tonite. I might be a little tender. hahahahaha
So here's a little aboout me. I'm a 47yr AfroAmerican Male and I reside alone in North Sacramento, Calif. I am very intelligent, college educated, jack of many trades but master of none. hahahahaha I relocated to Sacramento from Chandler Arizona via Oakland, Ca. I moved up here because after living off and on in Chandler for 4+years. I had become accustomed to the desert heat. And when I moved back to Oakland full time, I found it waaayyyyyyyy too cold. So, here I am; 4.5+years and going strong. I love it up here, mostly.
I am single now, since my lover and I broke up in Jan 2005. When he had to return home to Japan. Yeap, I guess you could call me a Rice Queen. Guilty and LOVING it! My Japanese lover was GORGEOUS! And HUNG. hahahahahaha He's a really nice guy most of the time. hahahahahaha Aren't we all?
Hey MT! "How you doin'?" hahahahahahaha That's my Wendy Williams shout out to him. LOL I just love her, dont you? For those of you who dont know her, she is the New Oprah. Remember when Oprah was all fun and fabulous? Not like now, where she is all preachy and pushy! If it wasn't for Whitney and the Concert show of this season, I still wouldn't be watching her show. hahahahaha
I just want to tell her to get over herself!!! All she has is a BA degree in communications, that doesn't make her some guru or BIG BRAINIAC! But like most celebrities. Once they get a little money, ok ok...in her case it's a LOT OF MONEY! They they everyone should sit and listen to every word they say, like it's a new book from the bible!!! HELLLOOOOO!!! Ok...back to me. hahahahaha
I grew up in Oakland to a single parent household. We were very poor and we struggled a lot. My mother threw my father out of the house when she got tired of him cheating on her and going out for cigarettes and not coming back for 4 and 5 days at a time. Come on now, the corner store is on the corner, you dont have to go and pick the tobacco and dry it out and then chop it up and roll your cigarettes. You walk to the corner, go in slap down a dollar or less (I'm talking back in 1965...how much were cigarettes then?). You're gone 15mins tops! Right?? Oh well, it was his loss. Anyway....I had 2 brothers. One older, Levy(pronounced Levi, not leavey) and my younger brother Larry. Yeap I'm a middle child. LOVE IT! hahahahaha
I attended Stonehurst Elementary in East Oakland Calif. We then moved over to 85th Ave in East Oakland and I went to Highland Elementary School just across the street from where we lived. We moved way out to 106th Ave close to San Leandro before my 6th grade graduation. I must have returned to Stonehurst Elementary, around the corner. Because for Levy's 7th grade he attended, that ghetto school up on 98th Ave and he got knocked down the stairs one day. Mother wrote an awesome letter to the School Board and Levy was moved up to King Estates Jr High. Mother's letter was so awesome, someone in the school board offered her a job in his office. But she turned it down. So when I graduated from 6th Grade, I went up to King Estates with Levy. It was ok, the kids were assholes up there too. But not as ghetto as the ones down on 98th Ave, for the most part. hahahahahaha Unfortunately, when I graduated from King Estates, I was forced to attend Castlemont Senior High school on Brancroft Ave with all of those ghetto ass kids from that Jr High on 98th Ave. hahahahahaha
I was a really nerdy kind of kid. I loved to read and go to the library and hang out. I became very friendly with the Librarians and soon, I was a library volunteer. I loved doing that, because the Librarians were all very nice. They taught us how to repair the damaged books, how the Duey Decimal System worked and etc. Plus we got to look at books that were not available to all of the students. There were some reference books that you could only look at in the Library. You couldn't check these out....reference books. I remember looking at one book about human anatomy and this is the first time I saw a picture of a hermaphrodite. I'd heard about these types of people but had never met one face to face. At least not to my knowledge. LOL Anyway, I liked working in the library. It was fun.
Not much happened during those young years. My maternal grandfather died when I was 10 years old. I loved him very much. He was a really nice man. I cant ever recall him raising his voice at us or being mean to us. Unlike my maternal grandmother. She was a mean old lady. She had her moments when she was nice, but she loved to start trouble with my mother. My mother was their eldest daughter and so she was my grandfather's favorite daughter. Its only natural. Your eldest child is always your favorite. But since they had 8 children in total, my mother was my grandfather's favorite child. But sometimes, my grandmother would call and ask my mother if her "boyfriend" had left yet? Talking about my grandfather. Can you believe that? What a BITCH!!! We didn't have a car and my grandfather used to take my mother grocery shopping.
My grandfather never cheated on my grandfather. My grandmother was the one who had loose panties. I had 2 aunts, fraternal twins, Anita and Bonita. One was dark skinned, tall and skinny, Anita. The other one, is short kind of dumpy with a big forehead and giant nostrils like all of the other members of our family., Bonita. My grandmother admittedly had an affair with a man in their church and she bore the twins. I believe that Anita was the product of that affair, but my grandmother being the big old slut that she is, had sex with my grandfather and the other guy on the same day and she got pregnant by both men. Anita didn't look like anyone else in the family. Bonita looked a lot like all of the rest of her siblings. Large forehead, big nose with large nostrils, light complexion. Anyway....sorry I got off topic again. ME!!!!
So, I am gay. I have known that I was gay since I was 5yrs old. Hold up! I know I've lost some of you. But keep reading, please. Thanks. I will explain. At age 5, you dont really know you are gay. You think, I am different. But you know that you like who you like. And I knew that I liked being with boys, more than I liked being with girls and I knew that I wanted to be with a man. Maybe it was because my father wasn't there most of my life. It wasn't until I was 11 that we started spending some real time with our father (and his new family). (More about that later.) However at age 10, I KNEW for a fact that I wanted to be with men sexually. One day, and I can remember this so clearly. We had a substitute teacher, a male. He was tall over 6ft, white, bearded, nice body. We were out on recess and I was playing with some friends. And like kids do, one was teasing me and I think he hit me and ran off. So I chased after him. We ended up running by the substitute teacher and he grabs me up in his arms and I just MELTED!!! MELTED!!!!!! I remember he smelled really good and I could feel his beard brush against my cheek as he held me in his arms.....aaahhhhhh!!!!!! I dont know what kind of cologne it was, but I will never forget the scent and the feelings I felt at that moment. So of course I chased another kid by him, hoping he would pick me up again, but...sigh! He didn't. (Damn it!) But I spent the remainder of the day staring at him and lusting after him. (Spoken like a true slut! hahahahahaha) ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HAPPENED!!!!!!!!! SO DONT WRITE ME ANYTHING NEGATIVE. THANKS!!! I had several HOT teachers over the years, but I was a good kid and I never messed around with any of them, unlike some of the little whores that are around theses days. There's not a week that goes by lately, that I dont hear about another teacher having sex with a student. It's just terrible!
So back to me! hahahahahaha Growing up gay was very difficult. Especially for me, because I come from a very religious family. My maternal grandfather was the Sunday School Superintendent and Deacon in the church we attended. And later on, my older brother became a Minister and Bishop in the church that we attended. I have NEVER had sex with any of my brothers. This is pretty common in the Afro American culture....NOT having sex with siblings. Unlike the Caucasian and Muslim communities. Males in those communities typically have intercourse with brothers , uncles, nephews and cousins. I have dated 2 Caucasin males who have openly admitted to having had sex with their brothers. And I currently have a friend up here in Sac who told me that when he was 10yrs old, his 20yr old cousin, used to molest him on a weekly basis. And then he started having sex with a black man who worked near by his family farm. I was a virgin until I was 18!!! Talk about being a late bloomer! hahahahahaha
The summer after I graduated from High School, one of my friends, Anthony King came out of the closet. This revelation shot through our cirlce of friends. And so, it was easier for me to come out, too. So, Anthony one day took me and his fake gf Claire Pitts over to SF to this XXX Adult (Knob Hill ) theater up on Bush Street. And I went into the back room there and went into one of those little booths that they had in the back and stuck my cock through the glory hole and some man gave me a blow job. To this day, I do not know who he was. LOL Nor do I care. He was an excellent cocksucker. hahahahahaha Shortly after that I became a regular at those types of establishments. The Knob Hill Theater was my favorite of all of the tripleX theaters, but soon they priced themselves right out of my wallet. Last I heard, it was 20.00 to get into there. I soon started going to the Tea Room Theater down on Eddy Street. Lots of HOT guys go there and it used to be just 5.00 to get in, but last I heard now, it's 10.00 to get in. I took MT there one time, but we didn't do anything. He was such a prude there. Watched me like a hawk! DAMNIT! hahahahahaha
The first time I ever fucked a guy was at the Knob Hill Theater. I was 18 or 19. I was sitting on the raised platform in one of those little booths in the back area of the theater. I had the door open and I was laying back on the platform and I was masturbating. I had the door ajar, but not wide open. There wasn't any light in the room, the only light came from the hallway. Anyway, I was laying there and then the door opened and I looked up and saw this litle Asian man. He eyes got really big when he saw my cock. So he comes in and closes the door. I think, oh hell yes, I'm gonna get some head. hahahahahaha Well surprise surprise to me, he licks my cock for about a minute then jumps up and sits down on my cock and starts bouncing. hahahahahahaha DAMN!!! that was HOT!!! This was like 1981 or 82. Pre-Aids....so barebacking was ok then. His ass felt like pure silk sliding up and down on me!!! Absolutely the BEST that I've ever had. BAR NONE!!! I've since had probably every nationality there is, Russian, German, French, Italian, Thai, Japanese, American Indian, East Indian, Mexican, Spainish, etc etc.
So, after High School, I had a couple of nothing jobs, one was at the Defense Logistics Agency in Alameda. And I worked in the Mail Room there. So I delivered mail to the different departments and we had to stamp all of the government contracts that went out to the different departments. It was fun for the most part, until the senior mail clerk got sick and left. Then the other 2 clerks got sick or quit but soon I was left there all by myself. Which was fine, because I knew what I was doing, but I was just the summer help. I wasn't a full time employee. Then I got this 40+yr old man come in as my trainee. He was kind of cute and I remember seeing him in downtown Oakland at an Adult Sex Shop. I probably could have had him he kept looking at me lustfully! hahahahaha But I wasn't into older men at that time. Well not guys that were 20+yrs older and worked for me. hahahahahaha Anyway, that where I met the really cute Sgt at the Army Recruiting office. And foolish me, I signed up for California Army National Guard. I wanted to be a medic like I had seen in the movies. hahahahahaha It was nothing like I saw in the movies, but that's how the realities of life usually are. hahahahahaha It was fun some of the time. But a LOT of hard work, most of the time. More on that later. I remember after I had taken the placement exam for the Army. I told the recruiter, I wasn't sure how I had done because it seemed so easy. And I thought maybe I was missing something. Because that is just the OPPOSITE of what I had heard about this exam. It was so diffcult! People fail it all of the time!!! BULLSHIT! I think if you are a high school graduate, you should pass this test with flying colors. Like I did. When my recruiter got my test results back, he was blown away! He told me that I qualified to apply for any job that I wanted in the Army and that I had received very high scores in everything. It was just simple math, reading and comprehension...all normal boring stuff. hahahahahahaha So YEAH! I passed it the first time! Nothing new for me. When I was in my first year of high school, my math teacher, Mrs Ulney, used my math test as her answer sheet because she forgot her answer sheet at school. I got a perfect score on it! A+ I was always good with numbers and passed her class with an A that year. Then in my senior year in High School, Mrs Yamata ( I think that's how she spelled it) told me that on my American History Final, that I had received the HIGEST score in the entire school. She was very impressed with me. (ata boy!!!!) hahahahahaha
OH the good ole days!!!
Well for Basic Training, I went to Fort Jackson South Carolina. My first airplane ride. We flew into Atlanat GA around 9 or 10pm we waited at the airport for a bus to come and get us from the airport and drive us to South Carolina. We arrived at the Reception Station around 2 or 3am in the pitch of night. So the next morning, some of the guys there came looking for the guys from California. They wanted to ask us about California. I can still remember some of the stupid questions they asked. "Do girls really wear bikinis on the beach?" "Is it always sunny out in CA?" "Do oranges grow on trees?" I kid you not!!! hahahahahaha Oh those poor young and dumb morons. hahahahaha I hated Basic Training! I think most guys who survive it do. The DIs (Drill Sargents) are CRAZY, RUDE, MEAN! Jackholes!!! hahahahahaha One night after evening chow, a DI would be out on the sidewalk outside of chow and if you didn't greet him properly and stop running he would make you get into the dirt and do pushups. This was a nightly occurance. Hey, I just stuffed my face and I've had a LONG hard day at the office, I dont want to greet you and walk by, I want to run back to my bunk and read the mail I received from home that day. BUT NOOOO! You have NO LIFE and you want to MESS around with some recruits! YOU POWER TRIPPING JACK HOLE!!!! hahahahahaha That was like the little white E2 cook who made me walk 3 steps behind and one to the left of him, because he outranked me, eventhough I was PFC. You get PFC (Private First Class), if you had JR ROTC or ROTC credits. I had 2yrs Jr ROTC in High School. However, your rank doesn't count until you graduate from Basic and AIT (Advanced Individual Training). But I could wear while I was a recruit. So for AIT, I was shipped off to Fort Sam Houston, in San Antonis Texas. Oh my gawd! It was like night and day difference from Basic. We didn't have to do KP kitchen police duty. It was an open base, so we could come and go as we pleased between 5pm and 10pm bedcheck. And weekends were free unless we had CQ Duty (charge of quarters). CQ duty was mandatory and only lasted 2 or 4hrs and it was done on a rotating shift, all evening and over night.
And Welcome to my new blog. This is my first blogging experience so please be gentle with me. Since I am busting my blogging cherry tonite. I might be a little tender. hahahahaha
So here's a little aboout me. I'm a 47yr AfroAmerican Male and I reside alone in North Sacramento, Calif. I am very intelligent, college educated, jack of many trades but master of none. hahahahaha I relocated to Sacramento from Chandler Arizona via Oakland, Ca. I moved up here because after living off and on in Chandler for 4+years. I had become accustomed to the desert heat. And when I moved back to Oakland full time, I found it waaayyyyyyyy too cold. So, here I am; 4.5+years and going strong. I love it up here, mostly.
I am single now, since my lover and I broke up in Jan 2005. When he had to return home to Japan. Yeap, I guess you could call me a Rice Queen. Guilty and LOVING it! My Japanese lover was GORGEOUS! And HUNG. hahahahahaha He's a really nice guy most of the time. hahahahahaha Aren't we all?
Hey MT! "How you doin'?" hahahahahahaha That's my Wendy Williams shout out to him. LOL I just love her, dont you? For those of you who dont know her, she is the New Oprah. Remember when Oprah was all fun and fabulous? Not like now, where she is all preachy and pushy! If it wasn't for Whitney and the Concert show of this season, I still wouldn't be watching her show. hahahahaha
I just want to tell her to get over herself!!! All she has is a BA degree in communications, that doesn't make her some guru or BIG BRAINIAC! But like most celebrities. Once they get a little money, ok ok...in her case it's a LOT OF MONEY! They they everyone should sit and listen to every word they say, like it's a new book from the bible!!! HELLLOOOOO!!! Ok...back to me. hahahahaha
I grew up in Oakland to a single parent household. We were very poor and we struggled a lot. My mother threw my father out of the house when she got tired of him cheating on her and going out for cigarettes and not coming back for 4 and 5 days at a time. Come on now, the corner store is on the corner, you dont have to go and pick the tobacco and dry it out and then chop it up and roll your cigarettes.
I attended Stonehurst Elementary in East Oakland Calif. We then moved over to 85th Ave in East Oakland and I went to Highland Elementary School just across the street from where we lived. We moved way out to 106th Ave close to San Leandro before my 6th grade graduation. I must have returned to Stonehurst Elementary, around the corner. Because for Levy's 7th grade he attended, that ghetto school up on 98th Ave and he got knocked down the stairs one day. Mother wrote an awesome letter to the School Board and Levy was moved up to King Estates Jr High. Mother's letter was so awesome, someone in the school board offered her a job in his office. But she turned it down. So when I graduated from 6th Grade, I went up to King Estates with Levy. It was ok, the kids were assholes up there too. But not as ghetto as the ones down on 98th Ave, for the most part. hahahahahaha Unfortunately, when I graduated from King Estates, I was forced to attend Castlemont Senior High school on Brancroft Ave with all of those ghetto ass kids from that Jr High on 98th Ave. hahahahahaha
I was a really nerdy kind of kid. I loved to read and go to the library and hang out. I became very friendly with the Librarians and soon, I was a library volunteer. I loved doing that, because the Librarians were all very nice. They taught us how to repair the damaged books, how the Duey Decimal System worked and etc. Plus we got to look at books that were not available to all of the students. There were some reference books that you could only look at in the Library. You couldn't check these out....reference books. I remember looking at one book about human anatomy and this is the first time I saw a picture of a hermaphrodite. I'd heard about these types of people but had never met one face to face. At least not to my knowledge. LOL Anyway, I liked working in the library. It was fun.
Not much happened during those young years. My maternal grandfather died when I was 10 years old. I loved him very much. He was a really nice man. I cant ever recall him raising his voice at us or being mean to us. Unlike my maternal grandmother. She was a mean old lady. She had her moments when she was nice, but she loved to start trouble with my mother. My mother was their eldest daughter and so she was my grandfather's favorite daughter. Its only natural. Your eldest child is always your favorite. But since they had 8 children in total, my mother was my grandfather's favorite child. But sometimes, my grandmother would call and ask my mother if her "boyfriend" had left yet? Talking about my grandfather. Can you believe that? What a BITCH!!! We didn't have a car and my grandfather used to take my mother grocery shopping.
My grandfather never cheated on my grandfather. My grandmother was the one who had loose panties. I had 2 aunts, fraternal twins, Anita and Bonita. One was dark skinned, tall and skinny, Anita. The other one, is short kind of dumpy with a big forehead and giant nostrils like all of the other members of our family., Bonita. My grandmother admittedly had an affair with a man in their church and she bore the twins. I believe that Anita was the product of that affair, but my grandmother being the big old slut that she is, had sex with my grandfather and the other guy on the same day and she got pregnant by both men. Anita didn't look like anyone else in the family. Bonita looked a lot like all of the rest of her siblings. Large forehead, big nose with large nostrils, light complexion. Anyway....sorry I got off topic again. ME!!!!
So, I am gay. I have known that I was gay since I was 5yrs old. Hold up! I know I've lost some of you. But keep reading, please. Thanks. I will explain. At age 5, you dont really know you are gay. You think, I am different. But you know that you like who you like. And I knew that I liked being with boys, more than I liked being with girls and I knew that I wanted to be with a man. Maybe it was because my father wasn't there most of my life. It wasn't until I was 11 that we started spending some real time with our father (and his new family). (More about that later.) However at age 10, I KNEW for a fact that I wanted to be with men sexually. One day, and I can remember this so clearly. We had a substitute teacher, a male. He was tall over 6ft, white, bearded, nice body. We were out on recess and I was playing with some friends. And like kids do, one was teasing me and I think he hit me and ran off. So I chased after him. We ended up running by the substitute teacher and he grabs me up in his arms and I just MELTED!!! MELTED!!!!!! I remember he smelled really good and I could feel his beard brush against my cheek as he held me in his arms.....aaahhhhhh!!!!!! I dont know what kind of cologne it was, but I will never forget the scent and the feelings I felt at that moment. So of course I chased another kid by him, hoping he would pick me up again, but...sigh! He didn't. (Damn it!) But I spent the remainder of the day staring at him and lusting after him. (Spoken like a true slut! hahahahahaha) ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HAPPENED!!!!!!!!! SO DONT WRITE ME ANYTHING NEGATIVE. THANKS!!! I had several HOT teachers over the years, but I was a good kid and I never messed around with any of them, unlike some of the little whores that are around theses days. There's not a week that goes by lately, that I dont hear about another teacher having sex with a student. It's just terrible!
So back to me! hahahahahaha Growing up gay was very difficult. Especially for me, because I come from a very religious family. My maternal grandfather was the Sunday School Superintendent and Deacon in the church we attended. And later on, my older brother became a Minister and Bishop in the church that we attended. I have NEVER had sex with any of my brothers. This is pretty common in the Afro American culture....NOT having sex with siblings. Unlike the Caucasian and Muslim communities. Males in those communities typically have intercourse with brothers , uncles, nephews and cousins. I have dated 2 Caucasin males who have openly admitted to having had sex with their brothers. And I currently have a friend up here in Sac who told me that when he was 10yrs old, his 20yr old cousin, used to molest him on a weekly basis. And then he started having sex with a black man who worked near by his family farm. I was a virgin until I was 18!!! Talk about being a late bloomer! hahahahahaha
The summer after I graduated from High School, one of my friends, Anthony King came out of the closet. This revelation shot through our cirlce of friends. And so, it was easier for me to come out, too. So, Anthony one day took me and his fake gf Claire Pitts over to SF to this XXX Adult (Knob Hill ) theater up on Bush Street. And I went into the back room there and went into one of those little booths that they had in the back and stuck my cock through the glory hole and some man gave me a blow job. To this day, I do not know who he was. LOL Nor do I care. He was an excellent cocksucker. hahahahahaha Shortly after that I became a regular at those types of establishments. The Knob Hill Theater was my favorite of all of the tripleX theaters, but soon they priced themselves right out of my wallet. Last I heard, it was 20.00 to get into there. I soon started going to the Tea Room Theater down on Eddy Street. Lots of HOT guys go there and it used to be just 5.00 to get in, but last I heard now, it's 10.00 to get in. I took MT there one time, but we didn't do anything. He was such a prude there. Watched me like a hawk! DAMNIT! hahahahahaha
The first time I ever fucked a guy was at the Knob Hill Theater. I was 18 or 19. I was sitting on the raised platform in one of those little booths in the back area of the theater. I had the door open and I was laying back on the platform and I was masturbating. I had the door ajar, but not wide open. There wasn't any light in the room, the only light came from the hallway. Anyway, I was laying there and then the door opened and I looked up and saw this litle Asian man. He eyes got really big when he saw my cock. So he comes in and closes the door. I think, oh hell yes, I'm gonna get some head. hahahahahaha Well surprise surprise to me, he licks my cock for about a minute then jumps up and sits down on my cock and starts bouncing. hahahahahahaha DAMN!!! that was HOT!!! This was like 1981 or 82. Pre-Aids....so barebacking was ok then. His ass felt like pure silk sliding up and down on me!!! Absolutely the BEST that I've ever had. BAR NONE!!! I've since had probably every nationality there is, Russian, German, French, Italian, Thai, Japanese, American Indian, East Indian, Mexican, Spainish, etc etc.
So, after High School, I had a couple of nothing jobs, one was at the Defense Logistics Agency in Alameda. And I worked in the Mail Room there. So I delivered mail to the different departments and we had to stamp all of the government contracts that went out to the different departments. It was fun for the most part, until the senior mail clerk got sick and left. Then the other 2 clerks got sick or quit but soon I was left there all by myself. Which was fine, because I knew what I was doing, but I was just the summer help. I wasn't a full time employee. Then I got this 40+yr old man come in as my trainee. He was kind of cute and I remember seeing him in downtown Oakland at an Adult Sex Shop. I probably could have had him he kept looking at me lustfully! hahahahaha But I wasn't into older men at that time. Well not guys that were 20+yrs older and worked for me. hahahahahaha Anyway, that where I met the really cute Sgt at the Army Recruiting office. And foolish me, I signed up for California Army National Guard. I wanted to be a medic like I had seen in the movies. hahahahahaha It was nothing like I saw in the movies, but that's how the realities of life usually are. hahahahahaha It was fun some of the time. But a LOT of hard work, most of the time. More on that later. I remember after I had taken the placement exam for the Army. I told the recruiter, I wasn't sure how I had done because it seemed so easy. And I thought maybe I was missing something. Because that is just the OPPOSITE of what I had heard about this exam. It was so diffcult! People fail it all of the time!!! BULLSHIT! I think if you are a high school graduate, you should pass this test with flying colors. Like I did. When my recruiter got my test results back, he was blown away! He told me that I qualified to apply for any job that I wanted in the Army and that I had received very high scores in everything. It was just simple math, reading and comprehension...all normal boring stuff. hahahahahahaha So YEAH! I passed it the first time! Nothing new for me. When I was in my first year of high school, my math teacher, Mrs Ulney, used my math test as her answer sheet because she forgot her answer sheet at school. I got a perfect score on it! A+ I was always good with numbers and passed her class with an A that year. Then in my senior year in High School, Mrs Yamata ( I think that's how she spelled it) told me that on my American History Final, that I had received the HIGEST score in the entire school. She was very impressed with me. (ata boy!!!!) hahahahahaha
OH the good ole days!!!
Well for Basic Training, I went to Fort Jackson South Carolina. My first airplane ride. We flew into Atlanat GA around 9 or 10pm we waited at the airport for a bus to come and get us from the airport and drive us to South Carolina. We arrived at the Reception Station around 2 or 3am in the pitch of night. So the next morning, some of the guys there came looking for the guys from California. They wanted to ask us about California. I can still remember some of the stupid questions they asked. "Do girls really wear bikinis on the beach?" "Is it always sunny out in CA?" "Do oranges grow on trees?" I kid you not!!! hahahahahaha Oh those poor young and dumb morons. hahahahaha I hated Basic Training! I think most guys who survive it do. The DIs (Drill Sargents) are CRAZY, RUDE, MEAN! Jackholes!!! hahahahahaha One night after evening chow, a DI would be out on the sidewalk outside of chow and if you didn't greet him properly and stop running he would make you get into the dirt and do pushups. This was a nightly occurance. Hey, I just stuffed my face and I've had a LONG hard day at the office, I dont want to greet you and walk by, I want to run back to my bunk and read the mail I received from home that day. BUT NOOOO! You have NO LIFE and you want to MESS around with some recruits! YOU POWER TRIPPING JACK HOLE!!!! hahahahahaha That was like the little white E2 cook who made me walk 3 steps behind and one to the left of him, because he outranked me, eventhough I was PFC. You get PFC (Private First Class), if you had JR ROTC or ROTC credits. I had 2yrs Jr ROTC in High School. However, your rank doesn't count until you graduate from Basic and AIT (Advanced Individual Training). But I could wear while I was a recruit. So for AIT, I was shipped off to Fort Sam Houston, in San Antonis Texas. Oh my gawd! It was like night and day difference from Basic. We didn't have to do KP kitchen police duty. It was an open base, so we could come and go as we pleased between 5pm and 10pm bedcheck. And weekends were free unless we had CQ Duty (charge of quarters). CQ duty was mandatory and only lasted 2 or 4hrs and it was done on a rotating shift, all evening and over night.
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