This perverted old fuck came on to me like an chickenhawk and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I was shoving him away and he kept grabbing at me like a kid trying to get a piece of candy. I didn’t know who he was until a friend of mine told me but goddamn it he has no right to grab my junk the way he did.
Archive for June, 2010
My fucking faggot neighbors woke me up with screaming and assfucking sounds at FIVE FUCKING AM!
What the hell is wrong with these people. I could care less if you are a faggot who needs to get some assfucking in before work but DON’T FUCKING SCREAM LIKE A LITTLE GIRL WHILE YOU ARE GETTING YOUR ASSHOLE REAMED OUT BY YOUR BOYFRIEND. These inconsiderate fucking people are still going at it as I post this which tells me that the little bitch taking it in the ass must be stretched out like a San Francisco city supervisor. Who the fuck can go at it for a fucking HOUR! The last bitch I tagged in the ass had me sucked dry in less than 30 seconds.
Since I am up so early I am going to try something special today. I am not going to jerk off until noon and when I do jerk off at noon, I am going to do it at the windmill in GG park. The windmill is a cool place to meet up with other guys who like to jerk off in public. I think a lot of them are homeless because they smell like decaying fecal matter and stale urine but I kind of like that smell. I like the smell of skunks too because it reminds me of good Humboldt green.
On a side note, I was out last night and saw this chick in a bar in Noe Valley and she was running around in just her bra and a short skirt!. I was getting pretty fucked up and was going to try and hit it but another dude beat me to it. It’s just as well because I would have had to buy her breakfast and drive her home and I hate that shit. I just want to blow my load and go to sleep and have them gone in the morning, hopefully without my wallet.
Thank god this bitter old cunt has been fired. If there was ever anyone who deserved it more it was Helen Thomas. They ought to strip her of any award she has ever won and if she has a pension, she ought to lose that too. This fucking old hag deserves to burn in hell for eternity.
Something that I haven’t heard anyone mention yet is her similarity to Herbert on Family Guy. Just wanted to say that I am the first to bring this up.
And yes, I did jerk off today. Five times. Three times onto the sidewalk below my front room window. Twice onto Bob Bechels face on the TV.
It’s been a long weekend and I was busy blowing loads all over town.
Friday morning I started my annual weekend festivities by heading over to Cafe Flore on Market and 16th and had brunch. I love the copper top tables they have because I have an erotic copper fetish. I think it started when I used to jerk off with penny rolls but that’s another story for another time.
I finished my brunch and left the cafe with a raging hardon that I knew had to be taken care of immediately. I jumped on the first Muni bus to come by and took a seat in the rear and immediately whipped out my cock and started to beat it into submission. Only after I really started getting into it did I notice a fugly gook woman watching me like she had never seen anyone jerking off on a bus before. I moved to the other side of the bus and she got the hint and turned around.
It wasn’t more than a minute or so and I blew my load all over the back of the seat in front of me, slapped my cock on the seat back to knock of the residual cum and put it back in my pants. I got off at the next exit.
This is where the photo above coming into play. I was adjusting my cock in my pants and this guy comes up to me and asks me if I want to smoke a joint so I say yeah I want to smoke a fucking joint and I follow him to an open door and up a flight of stairs to his flat. I go in and sit down on this disgusting plaid couch and he comes walking back into the room dressed in black underwear with a fat fucking joint in his hand. We light up and he tells me his name is Fred and he wants to show me something.
I think that I know where this is going and he tells me to follow him into the other room and I come through the door and he’s laying on the bed with all of these toy guns and a couple real ones. I tell him that I have to take his picture and he goes OK so I took a few. He started rubbing his dick but the guns and the smell of the bedroom were too much for me and I had to leave. I thanked him for the joint and left.
Once I was back on the street I headed down to a corner store and bought a 40. It was friday and my whole weekend was ahead of me and I sipped that tasty malt liquor and pondered my next session. Should I blow a load in the bay or should I blow a load here in the Castro?
I’ll tell you more later.