10-7 - MID-DAY POST - Other “significant others”

Listen, I have more baggage than Samsonite...here are a few of my significant others and some not worth remembering.

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By Richard de Orizaba

I had my share of one night stands. I have also entered into numerous relationships that I knew were doomed from the outset. Man it is said is the only animal that trips over a rock on his way to a place and on his return journey trips over the same rock again. And so it is with me, I seem to go from one night stand to a relationship that is destined to fail with consistency. I never knew what it was I was doing wrong. I then thought about it and it became clear that I was letting my dick make the choices for me, not my brain. My judgment was clouded when I met some pretty twink or some handsome more mature man.

Some of my relationships come readily to mind, some more relegated to a distant memory according to the degree of failure or the unpleasantness of the parting of ways.

Dan Eichman

Cruising on the street, we set up house together, went back to college with him in the Midwest, transferred to another University, went away for summer, came back to find him married to a girl.

Dan had a crooked cock from a botched circumcision which left it looking mutilated. He had a very pretty face, blond and thin, with a swimmer’s body, farm boy from Illinois, came from an honest country family of German extraction. That was the only thing honest about Dan. He had the most warped sense of morals, as I will explain. This guy would fuck anything that walked. He considered himself bisexual. But Dan would not hesitate to go to “The Top of the Mark” bar in San Francisco and pick up a well to do gentleman and hustle him out of a few hundred dollars. Yes, he was a pretty boy; he would suck off anyone who showed him

a woody. He would prefer to pick up underage boys and give them

blow jobs. He called them “chicken” or twinkies. Dan had been a theater major at Southern Illinois University and his life was just that: theater. Everything with Dan was a drama. He was what you think of when you think of the term “drama queen”. Dan often brought a third party into our relationship, much to my chagrin and my objections, because most of the times I had absolutely no attraction to the person he brought to our bed. I have no idea why I put up with all this shit but at one point he started to bring in girls for three ways. That is when I actually got to fuck a woman. I must admit that I was better at it than he was, it probably had to do with the fact that I had a 10” cock, but also because Dan would get them ready for me, guided my dick to their pussies and then would position himself underneath so he could watch my dick going in and out of their cunts.

Dan would periodically go down on them while I screwed them and his one and only demand was that I pull my dick out just about the time I was ready to come so he could drink my jizz. He was a pedophile, he once told me he took a part time job driving an ice cream truck and he lured 14 and 15 year old boys and sometimes girls and he would perform oral sex on them. He said that in his regular route he had

at least three or four regulars per day. He was also a drunk and eventually met the sister of one of my professor colleagues and married her. They had 2 daughters and I understand that the wife eventually threw him out because he started to bring in youngsters for sex. He ended up a total alcoholic, when I knew him he drank heavily, but not on an everyday basis and never during the morning or during the day. I heard that when his daughter got married,

He came down to give her away but got so plastered at the rehearsal dinner that slept right through the wedding and no one knew where he was staying so they could not come and wake him or sober him up. He emerged two days later to realize what he had done.

Frank Parise

This middle age lawyer was not my type but a hell of a nice guy. He was very hairy and sometimes he would either have a beard or a goatee. However, on top of his head he was thinning and you could say that he was follicle challenged.

Frank just wanted a fuck buddy and someone who would take care of his poodle when he had to go on a business trip. I did not like the fucking dog and the dog sensed it. I think there are better breeds that I can get along with better. Also his house stank from the dog.

Bob Andersen

The con artist, lived life constantly looking for ways to get other people to part with their money, ruined my credit, expected me to be faithful but he was not, he visited video stores and there he gave guys blow jobs; I found out later that he sucked any dick that was put through the glory hole, not caring who was on the other side. He was not even attractive; his cock was circumcised and looked mutilated. However, Bob Andersen was by far the kinkiest of all the lovers I have had. To begin with, he was fascinated by the size of my cock. Bob owned a number of dildoes and quite a bit of sexual paraphernalia including a swing which he had hanging from the ceiling in an orgy room at his house. Bob was the first guy I fist-fucked.

Bob was very possessive and extremely jealous. He demanded total loyalty while not willing to reciprocate. Our relationship ended when he brought in a hustler to live with us, dried up a bank account we had opened together and I wrote a few checks without funds, not knowing he had emptied out the account. It took me a while to pay off these after I closed the account and moved out. He also gave me the clap.

Gabriel Hernandez

This was the most promiscuous person I had ever met. Gabriel would ask me to use my apartment at times since I lived behind this gay bar and it was not unusual for him to bring in over 30 guys, one at a time in the course of the evening. I often fucked him when I did not feel like going out and he had just brought a trick, did him, or got fucked then I followed. Slut is the only word that describes Gabriel, as I found out when I invited him to go camping with me over at Lake Travis, as I remembered a few years earlier my having camped out under the ledge with Jimmy the cowboy. I wanted to recreate that wonderful adventure so I asked Gabriel to come along. I left him at the camp and drove into town to get supplies. The place was so remote and isolated that we would not see another human being for a couple of days, and when we did, they would be out on a boat or on the other side of the lake. Having said that, upon my return from my trip to the grocery store, I came back and found the place filled with cars. There were actually 10 parked alongside the gravel road and 3 close to our campsite. As I got closer, I could see that they were all guys and they were in various stages of undress. It turned out that Gabriel had been talking to his best friend on the cell phone, invited him and he in turn invited a couple of others until it all snowballed. That was the biggest orgy I have ever participated in.

Kent Plummer

Here was the biggest fake I had ever met. The guy was born in Houston but took on a British persona together with an English accent. Granted he was smart and was getting his PHD, but his whole background was just fabricated. I found out one day when I was in his apartment and he was in class when his mother called. I answered the phone and she started to talk to me, she had not a trace of an English accent, was telling me all about Kent without me asking, all was volunteered by her. I then realized the guy had some serious problems. He often drank and took pills at the same time, but often became violent when drunk and under the effects of the pills. This one guy loved to get my cock up his ass. His was by far the most lose anus I had ever fucked. When he shot his wad, he was the one person who could hit the wall with his jizz from ten feet away. But I liked his hairy body a lot. His hairy ass was a trip to fuck

Armand Hagravel

A professor at the university, this guy was really cute. His demeanor was confident, his smile was intoxicating and most of all he was smart. Held a History chair at the University and was an expert in Asian affairs. Armand often got called to go to Washington to advise the President of the US on a given crisis, as he was an expert in India and Indian affairs. The problem with Armand was that he was emotionally immature. Armand was not capable of loving anyone and did not allow himself to get intimate with anyone. He had a nice size dick and the first time I did him was in his office in front of the computer. He pulled his pants down but kept his shirt and tie on. Eventually we started to date and of course he got carried away when he had my dick up his ass. He actually developed an addiction to my dick and getting fucked by it

Big Mother Fucking Jimmy

This one was for real. The guy was honest; he had a genuine smile, came from East Texas and was extremely open and approachable. He did have a certain naiveté and was not “out” when he got to college but very curious. Jimmy was a big boy, one might say that Jimmy was a bear but he was built like a shit brick house, the biggest arms, the muscular chest, and not much fat around his 18 yr old body. Yet he towered over 6’6”. Jimmy worked at the oil fields during the summers and also at a steel foundry. You talk about butch! Now, the reason that they called him Big Mother Fucking Jimmy was because of the large size of his dick. This thing was easily 11” long and we once put it next to a beer can and his dick was thicker around. Needless to say it was not physically possible for anyone to suck him off and very few people were able to take him in the ass. As a consequence, when Jimmy came out, he went from lover to lover and never really settled down with anyone long enough to call it a relationship. We kept in touch through the years and he is now living in the Castro district of San Francisco with a Honduran lover, they own this house that was a wreck when they got it and is now a showplace worth almost 2 million dollars. I understand his lover can take him up the ass and then insert a dildo as well.

Anthony (Tony) Gomez

Once graduated from college, I met this kid at a bar. He was there with fake ID and I assumed he was over 21. It turns out after I bedded him that he was only 18 years old and about to graduate from high school. He brought me a lot of trouble and I did like fucking him because of his bubble butt yet I was fearful he would blackmail me or accuse me of molesting him. I kind of went along hoping he would get tired of me and not raise a stink. But he told a high school girl friend, one of these fag hags about our dating and the little bitch called my house and told my mother everything, she took it upon herself to be his defender, assuming that I was the seducer who took advantage of her best friend’s innocence

Bertrand Foret

The quintessential educated Frenchman. He had the most charming French accent. The guy was far from good looking but had the most magnetic personality. He could charm the pants off anyone. The relationship lasted almost two years, we often went back to France together but it came to an end when he was sent to Indonesia to manage a hotel.

Jordan Wells

Here is one for the record books. I met Jordan under very unconventional circumstances and it was these circumstances that made it the most unlikely setting for any type of romance or lasting relationship to emerge. I mentioned earlier that I frequented the baths during the periods of my life when I did not have a “permanent” relationship and was looking for sexual satisfaction. One afternoon, I checked in to the baths in Fort Lauderdale and settled into the small room, one of those that has a television where porn is constantly played.

As I also said before, I would walk down the hallways and the cute ones, those twinkies everyone wanted to get into their beds, would not even give me the time of day. Then I would open the door, primed my cock and got an erection going. It would not be long before there were all sorts of guys taking a peek through the half opened door. Some were trolls, old and unattractive men who should have stayed home and jerked off to some porn instead of being there and face inevitable rejection. The world of the baths is one of vanity, showing off pretty bodies and for sure a place for size queens to find the ultimate biggest dick to shove up their nelly asses. It seems that there are more bottoms here than anywhere else, that is why they call it Fort Bottomdale.

I was very choosy, so I did not invite into my room just anybody. When one troll would start to look in and I sensed they were about to come in, I would cover my goods with the towel. Some more daring would actually come and tried to get their hands on it. I would very politely say: “Hey, thanks, but I was just cruising this guy and I am waiting for him to come back”, or the other one was: “No, thanks, I just came a few minutes ago and I am resting”. I never rejected anyone in an unpleasant way. At least I tried not to hurt anyone’s feelings or bruise their egos

I had been in the room for almost an hour and it seemed to be a very slow Saturday, so I was not hoping for anything spectacular to be there at the baths and if there was someone, I certainly did not expect him to be a prospective sex partner. Then past my door went the most handsome black guy I had ever seen. So handsome was he that I actually got up from the bed and stuck my head out the door as he walked down the hallway. I wrapped the towel around my waist and locked the door, running after him hoping to catch a glimpse and confirm that what my eyes had seen was not a mirage.

Then there he was. Jordan was sitting in the television area watching some porn and appeared bored with the whole movie. I sat on the other side, pretended not to see him and directed my eyes on to the screen, all the while capturing his image in my peripheral vision. I know he was looking at me, and why wouldn’t he, I was still attractive. I also pretended to be bored with the movie and walked out. He followed me. I went to my room and closed the door. I know he was following me but I did not want to appear too eager. Not a couple of minutes later, there was a light knock on the door. My blood froze in my veins. I knew it was him, but what chutzpah he had to actually knock. I opened the door and there he was, flashing a beautiful smile, you know the kind, that contagious, perfect teeth smile that so many black people have. He said: “sorry to bother you but you left your poppers in the television room” What a fortuitous mishap I thought. I thanked him and took the bottle and closed the door again. By now I was determined to play hard to get.

I waited a few minutes, went into the shower area and there he was taking a shower in the opposite side. I went in the stall and turned on the water all the while only showing my ass and my beautiful tattooed backside. I could feel his eyes pouring over my body. The thought of this started to get me totally hard. I was one of those people who got an erection just thinking about something. When I turned around, Jordan was just standing there under the water, just letting it fall on his head and run down his body builder perfect body. He was looking my way.

I got out and headed towards the hot tub. It was almost unbearably hot but I still got in. Jordan followed in and sat next to me, he was only a couple of feet away even though the spa was empty and he could just as well have seated in front. He started a conversation with me. “Hi, my name is Jordan”. The conversation was nothing substantial, just chit chat, but it gave me permission to look at him in the face and to travel downward to his chest. This was perfect, the pectoral muscles, the gigantic biceps, and then there was the color of his skin. It was the most incredible chocolate color I have yet to see. This dark hue accentuated his ripped body even more. I mean the guy was gorgeous! He extended his leg and let it rub against mine, with deliberate pressure. Then he got up and stepped out of the hot tub and he was standing right over me letting me see his oversized penis. What a sight this was! I got out as well and went into the shower to rinse off the overly chlorinated water from the hot tub. I dried off and headed for my room. Jordan followed and when we reached the door to my room he asked if I wanted some company. I sat on the bed and so did he. I left the door open on purpose, I did not want him to think that my agreeing to let him in the room was an invitation; an open door implies that something could happen but then again nothing has to happen either. But there he was in all his glory, what a handsome, well built stud was he. He made the first move again, placed his hand on my thigh and traveled slowly up and then in the direction of my crotch. I was already semi erect and there it went, my cock responded and tented my towel. He did not waste any time and grabbed it. I stopped him and said: “close the door”. That was my signal to indicate I consented to his advances. He closed the door with his foot and leaned over my goods pushed the towel aside and then taking my cock in his mouth, actually barely taking it since mine is not an easy cock to suck. Now Jordan is kneeling in front of my servicing me and I put my hands on his strong shoulders, ran them down over his pecs, and was able to appreciate what great shape this guy was in. Now, I say this, a guy like this, young, well built, with a huge dick like that, he has no reason to bottom for anyone. But Jordan then asked me if I wanted to fuck him. Wow, what a prospect! I just nodded and he turned around, sort of accommodated himself over me and I sat halfway with my dick about his asshole. I was not going to let it happen that way. I had other ideas. I lifted him with my hands and now he was bent over leaning against the wall and I slid down the bed where I sat and positioned myself behind him and went for it. I started to kiss his bubble butt rump, smelling as I went to drink in his musk, and I finally reached the Promised Land. His asshole was there in front of me, going into contractions and puckering. My tongue was doing pirouettes around the rim; I suppose that is why they call it a rim job. Jordan was responding with grunts of pleasures and even got to say: “daddy, fuck me with your tongue”. That was exactly what I was doing. Then he said to fuck him, bareback, he added. I hesitated. Jordan assured me it was safe. I believed him. So I went for it. I started with the head and it went in without difficulty as he was relaxed and receptive, then I pushed some more and his asshole engulfed my cock with one suction like motion and in it went, all the way to my pubes. He yelled out loud then grunted, but said: “that is it, fuck that ass”. “Fuck it hard”. First I started to fuck him with a deliberate slow thrust, in and out, all the way out to invade his hole again and again. He seemed to enjoy this immensely, I got on going building up the pace and now he was wailing, grunting and vocalizing his absolute pleasure. I said I was close to cumming, and he said,” yes, yes, cum inside my ass, I want to have your man seed inside of me”. I reached the point of no return and rammed it inside with one gigantic, forceful thrust and my dick exploded inside Jordan, squirt after squirt of my precious passion liquid.

We went at it a couple of more times, the second time we fucked that day I had him on his back with his legs in the air and I was standing by the bed and also sucking him. He rewarded me with the cum load of a lifetime. So much he came that it ran out of my mouth, unable to contain so much liquid at one time, and swallowing as much as I could, I wanted to swirl it around to get the full taste of it.

Jordan often was there during my Saturday visits to the baths. He would always ask me if I was going to be there the following Saturday after we finished fucking. So that he would make sure to be there also. I later found out that Jordan had a long term relationship that was not working out in the romance department but due to their financial commitments they acquired together it was not expedient for them to part ways.

I am now with my partner for quite a few years, I have settled down and my partner belongs to a bowling league where Jordan is also a member, only now Jordan is unattached and I am in a monogamous relationship. We are on very friendly terms and see each other when he comes in to bowl