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Archives for: August 2008

08/31/08

Permalink 11:13:42 am, by Cruisemaster Email
Categories: Road Trip Summer/Fall 2008, Minnesota, Minneapolis-Saint Paul

Minneapolis: Two Hours With Johanes

Day 81 of my road trip
Man watch: Your typical big city full of lots of hot guys, all with nice smiles.

Fresh from my time in Fargo, looking at all those hot blond boys roaming the streets of that city and horny as a result, I needed some relief. Faced with spending three days in Minneapolis and not wanting to spend endless hours looking for someone online to play with, I called Johanes whom I found, of course, online at Men4RentNow. His ad stood out from all the others because (a) he seemed the quintessential blond experience and (b) he mentioned that he was trained and certified in massage.

When we spoke by phone Johanes told me he was attending school, was originally from Prague, and yes, he was trained to give a real massage. This last point was met with some skepticism on my part. I've hired a few escorts who claimed they were certified and could give a genuine massage. In every case, that proved to be a dishonest assessment of their skill set. Sure they might be hot, sure they might fuck like crazy, but their idea of massage was a rub-down. A rub-down was not what I wanted so when Johanes told me he was trained in Shiatsu, Swedish and deep tissue I arranged a 2 hour appointment.

He arrived exactly at the appointed hour and immediately engaged me in conversation, insisting on sitting very close to me and placing his hand on my leg. I've hired so many guys who seemed to wait on me to break that awkward ice which always exists between strangers, made all the more awkward since this stranger is moments away from full-on sex. Johanes took charge right away and I appreciated this. We spoke a few minutes and then moved over to the bed. Fifteen minutes into my massage, it was clear that Johanes was, in fact, the real thing. He really was a gifted masseur, a hunk with a beautiful body and nice endowment, and friendly, too.

The massage was exactly as I've requested. He had listened to my needs and spent 90 minutes working specific parts of my body, all the while dangling his cock just inches from my face. Mostly I got into the massage, but sometimes I'd look at this tight, chiseled chest hovering over me or his perfect, firm ass well within reach and before I knew it, my cock was responding to this hot man. As the massage came to a close, he whispered that we could now do whatever I wanted. Amazingly, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that, I believe for the first time during our session, his cock was rock hard. A good 8 inches and it never went soft again. I took his cock down my throat as he straddled my face. I started choking a little, but it was pleasure taking him down to the base of his manhood.

I pushed myself back a bit so I could lick his ball-sack and then headed straight for his firm, tight ass. When he settled down on my face and began moaning, it was clear this was his hot spot. I spent at least 15 minutes tonguing his hole and eventually released my big load all over my chest. At some point Johanes whispered, "Keith, I love sex so much." He continued stroking his cock and eventually asked if I wanted his load. Of course I said yes and with that bit of permission, his cock went back down my throat and seconds later his load was filling my mouth. It was as if this stud could deliver sex on command.

The essential sign of success for a man for hire is whether you'd see him again. And trust me: I'm going to return to Johanes more than once if oppoortunity presents itself. As we lay on the bed in our last minutes together I asked him if he had a busy week coming up with the Republicans coming to town. "Oh yeah. In fact it makes me exhausted almost thinking of all the appointments I've got lined up. But then, you know I love sex."

Note to Dennnis Hastert, Glenn Murphy, Lindsey Graham, Larry Craig, Mark Foley, Ted Haggard, Bob Allen and countless others not yet outed: if you're in Minneapolis this week and looking for some sure fun, Johanes is very talented. I bet he probably knows how to keep a secret, too!

08/28/08

Permalink 01:51:26 pm, by Cruisemaster Email
Categories: Road Trip Summer/Fall 2008, Minnesota, Minneapolis-Saint Paul

Minneapolis: The Anti-Sex City

Day 79 of my road trip
$3.69 for gas in Eden Prairie, Minnesota
Man watch: Out of the land of the blond and back into the land of diversity.

Quick! Name the most heavily populated metro area in the USA that has no sexclub or bathhouse, and no hopping adult bookstore/arcade scene? Need another clue? Think Republicans.

The winning city is Minneapolis-Saint Paul, the "Twin Cities," the sixteenth-largest metropolitan area in the country, with about 3.2 million residents. How appropriate that the Republican Party (not known for having a particularly pro-sex platform) convenes here next week because you'd be hard pressed to find a more sexually repressed sex scene in the USA. Cincinnati and Charlotte also have equally repressed sex scenes, but fall short when comparing metro population to our winner. Boston somewhat redeems itself with some suburban bookstore fun. Even Salt Lake City has a bathhouse for horny Mormon men to unwind.

Even with this peculiar notoriaty, or perhaps because of it, Minneapolis-Saint Paul can easily top any city in the USA when it comes to having the most widely known public sex play spot in the nation. One that even my Mother knows about. It was for this reason, dear fellow Cruisers, that I made a point of stopping in this hell-hole of anti-sex, to see what is happening with the Larry Craig public toilet. I can report the toilet is still open and still hopping with men, just days before every high-falutin Republican without a private jet will pass by these hallowed halls. We still get reports of guys connecting here and the police seem to have disappeared. The place remains a perfect setup for cruising and thus I'm delighted the locals didn't decide to close it down before next week's festivities. I suspect the RNC was hoping they might, but I guess larger public concerns won out.

The contrast between the Democratic host city, Denver, and the Republican location are really and truly stark in the sex department. I'm sure the baths, bookstores, and cruisy trails around Denver have seen some hot fun this week. I'm sure somehow the Republicans will figure out a way to get off, too, but they'd better be hoping the call-boy they hire doesn't come wired!

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Larry Craig Toilet

08/26/08

Permalink 02:57:17 pm, by Cruisemaster Email
Categories: Road Trip Summer/Fall 2008, South Dakota, North Dakota

More Land of In Between, Part 2

Rapid City, South Dakota: A great downtown and the lovely Black Hills are just out of town, this is my second visit to Rapid City and I enjoyed it as much the second time around. I suspect the sex scene is decent here, but I didn't even try to find it. Instead, I was visiting Mount Rushmore and roaming among the bison in Custer Park. This is a wonderful part of the country for sightseeing and Rapid City is a neat town.

Fargo, North Dakota: I loved this town. It is like many of the mid-sized towns I visited in this drive across the land of in between. Dynamic if small downtowns that are thriving with traffic, shops and lots to see and do. It will surprise many of us city folks who are only now beginning to "revitalize" our own downtowns to find small cities far ahead of us. Fargo is in the middle of a big downtown redevelopment. Walk the streets these days and you'll count at least 5 local coffee houses and not a single Starbucks. Home to 3 colleges and the only real city in the state of North Dakota, it is the place to be if you want to be up here.

I wish I could weave some hot, sexy story about sex, but my only sexual adventure was into the downtown bookstore, Adult Book and Cinema, located across from the Greyhound. I had high hopes because, generally speaking, when it comes to publicly available spaces for sex in these parts, the adult bookstore is it. I should have been clued in by the fact that Fargo-based North Dakota State University had loads of toilet action listed at CRUISING for SEX. The problem at this bookstore: every booth in the arcade has a glass window that fully exposes anyone in the booth. Zero privacy. About the only way to hope for privacy is to breath so heavily the window fogs up. In a small town like this what are the odds the hot dudes you see on the street want to be seen in a booth having sex with themselves, much less another guy? Try just about non-existent.

Among the pictures, a little explanation for a couple of them. The flag shot is the location, literally in a cow field, of the center of the United States. Located about 20 miles north of Belle Fourche, South Dakota which has a big monument in the town claiming to be the center, the truth is they just put the monument in town because they figured no one would want to travel 20 miles out into some fields to mark the real spot. The center, by the way, is based not on the lower 48, but includes Hawaii and Alaska in the calculations.

The metal artwork of the birds in flight and those browsing along the prairie are found along the Enchanted Highway in western North Dakota near the tiny town of Regent, a place with virtually no business but it does have an espresso bar and free wi-fi! The Enchanted Highway is the brainchild and actual sweat work of one man, Gary Greff, who is a self-proclaimed bachelor for life according to some of the signage posted along the route. Greff did this to give people a reason to visit his mostly empty part of this otherwise desolate state. It worked -- at least for me.

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08/24/08

Permalink 01:48:38 pm, by Cruisemaster Email
Categories: Road Trip Summer/Fall 2008, Idaho, Montana, Missoula, Billings, Great Falls, Washington

More Land of In Between, Part 1

There are 2,802 miles between San Francisco and Minneapolis, driving the route I took these last few weeks. This was the scenic route, taking in that great land of in between, the richly beautiful mountains, hills, wheat fields, and arid fields stretching from northern California to Minnesota. No town had more people that 90,000 until I reached Minneapolis. Most had far, far fewer people. What I found were lands that define the myth of American vastness and people way too proud to consider leaving even if they're somewhat off the grid.

Cruising for sex in these parts isn't easy, but given the sexy locals, it can be very rewarding. Finding sex online is hendered somewhat because these regions are among the least wired in the nation. Baths and sexclubs don't exist, though some natural hot springs can get very active if you're lucky. Parks are an option in warmer months, but this is a region that is frigidly cold much of the year. I found bookstores in most of the towns and the scene, during my brief visit, varied from lame to incredibly hot. Finding sex, though, was not my focus. This was mostly about being in this part of the USA and seeing the sites. Some observations along the route of the land of in between:

Bend, Oregon: An unexpected pleasure in finding this town. It was a little jarring to read later on that Bend is the center of the housing bubble, with housing more over-valued here than any other city in America. I visited the one adult bookstore called Imagine That which was located behind a cabaret hosting something called the Redneck Bawl! The bookstore was busy, but I didn't like the crowd so I left. I checked it enough to see fun could happen here. The backroom arcade is dark and appears to have had gloryholes, but didn't during my visit. I did find a 25 year-old online who wanted to learn more about adult bookstores, but I was leaving town before we could arrange a meeting.

Walla Walla, Washington: Home of the sweet onion, the Walla Walla -- a name so lovely they named it twice. It is a cute college town in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere, but I still managed to have an excellent meal at a French restaurant downtown. Downtown, like so many of the communities along my route, was definitely a happening place.

Pullman, Washington; Lewiston and Moscow, Idaho: I did a somewhat circular drive for very brief tours of Pullman, home of Washington State University, and then Moscow, Idaho, home of the University of Idaho where I got to spend some time watching the football team practice on their first day back from vacation. Lewiston is a very slow little town, but it is also a college town and I'm sure can be fun. There was the almost naked boy walking around late that night, but I didn't manage to get his attention to persuade him to stop by my motel room.

Missoula, Montana: I've already written lots about Missoula. Trust me on this: just go!

Great Falls, Montana: Very working class and not especially pretty. I visited the two adult bookstores one night around 9pm and both were dead as could be. Not a soul other than the clerk was cruising the store or arcade.

Billings, Montana: When you arrive in a town, check-in to your motel and spot a man so hot as to be porn worthy walking across the parking lot to the nearby adult bookstore, you don't hesitate to follow. It was Broadway Video on Midland and while I failed to capture the load of the stud who got me into the store, I'd hooked up within 30 minutes of arriving in town, perhaps a record for me! The arcade is too well lighted, the clerk is an evil bitch, and the signs all over the place are threatening (something about being thrown out if you're caught using poppers which, by the way, you can purchase at this store), but it served a purpose for me.

To Be Continued

Stopping to look at Mount Shasta and other nice things:

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08/19/08

Permalink 10:16:37 pm, by Cruisemaster Email
Categories: Road Trip Summer/Fall 2008, Montana, Billings

Billings: Rodeo Sexiness

Day 68 of my road trip
Man watch: Cowboys in tight jeans! Yes sir.

Sometimes I get so obsessed with dick and ass I forget what I really love about men. Simply put I just adore everything about them. They are so cute, so sweet, so vulnerable, so over-sexed, and often so easy. Even men who don't turn me on sexually can be so hot in their own ways just because they're guys. Just the other night I went to a total man event, the Championship Bull Riding of the Montana Fair in Billings at Rimrock Arena. It was so much fun and mostly because of the men. My god, is there anything hotter than a guy in skin-tight Wranglers, a somewhat wrinkled solid or plaid shirt, pointy boots and of course the cowboy hat? If you believe, like I do, that the cowboy is easily the sexiest man-type alive, then that night at the Rimrock was an over the top occasion for this man lover.

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08/18/08

Permalink 11:20:32 pm, by Cruisemaster Email
Categories: Road Trip Summer/Fall 2008, Montana

Montana: Glacier Marvels

Day 66 of my road trip
$3.93 for gas in Kalispel, Montana.

When I was a kid an aunt and uncle of mine traveled all over the world and whenever they'd come home, my family would get invited to spend an evening looking at a projector slideshow of pictures from wherever they'd been. I always dreaded them (or so I recall it now), but those slideshows probably played a role in planting in me the desire to see the world for myself. Well, gather round everyone because I have a slidehow of what could easily rank as the most amazing natural spectacle I've seen. I just spent a day driving around Glacier National Park in northwestern Montana and words just don't do the place justice. Heck, even these pictures don't do that.

They don't call Montana the Last Best Place without reason.

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08/17/08

Permalink 12:09:46 pm, by Cruisemaster Email
Categories: Road Trip Summer/Fall 2008, Idaho, Montana

Idaho and Montana: What are your stats?

Montana ranks 44th in population so you'd expect not a lot of CRUISING for SEX members. It turns out we have 113 members with a decided slant towards younger men. The youngest is 18 and the oldest is 64. Montana members have among themselves 8 bottoms and 14 tops, suggesting hungry bottoms could do well here. Idaho has a larger population, but not by much, but Idaho is also one of the fastest growing states in the nation. We've got 143 members in Idaho. 20 Idaho members rank their sexual experience as pigs including 9inchifidabicur33 who is clearly well above average in the dick department. A substantial number, 51, of Idaho guys are bisexual.

How about some pics the men of Idaho and Montana have posted at CRUISING for SEX?

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08/15/08

Permalink 03:55:17 pm, by Cruisemaster Email
Categories: Road Trip Summer/Fall 2008, Montana, Missoula

Missoula: Fantasies Do Cum True

Day 63 of my road trip
Man watch: This town is chock-a-block full of hot men and boys.

Remember the good old days when adult bookstores were a guaranteed place to get off? Remember when men of all ages and all body types made it a regular habit to visit the local video arcade for a quickie? Before the Internet changed the sexual patterns of younger gay men and the stores themselves opted to discourage cruisers, the most reliable place for quick sex in just about any town or city was the local adult bookstore and video arcade. If you can't remember those days and wish you had been around for them or if, like me, you miss them because the cruisy bookstore was once a staple in your sex life, then head to Fantasy For Adults in downtown Missoula, Montana. I've been 4 times over the years and this place never lets me down. In fact, I'll go so far as to say it could be the hottest adult bookstore and arcade in the USA today.

There is a front and back entrance. Avoid the clerks at the front by using the back entrance, but in my visits those behind the counter have always been totally professional. You'll need bills to view the videos. Stock up because it gets very hot in the arcade! I probably spent $20 to $25 in my 2 hour visit on a recent Saturday afternoon. I'm definitely a believer that you should spend money in the arcade. Those who own these establishments expect you to pay as you go and, frankly, you should. Spending 20 minutes in a booth and never watching a video is really bad form and in those instances, the owners have every right to eject you from their business.

The arcade during my visit was well-lit, though I believe they lower the lighting depending on time of day. There are two hallways for booths and just about every booth has at least one gloryhole. A couple of center booths have holes on either side. Every booth has a comfortable chair, a box of tissue and plays first-rate straight and gay porn. By the way, reflecting the fact the locals are on the tall side, the holes are placed higher than you might see them in most places. In some of the booths when you insert a bill into the bill acceptor the booth dims, but this was not a universal and I soon realized that booths which do dim were favored by the locals. This is a small town, after all, and some of these guys don't want their neighbors to know it is them on the other side.

During my visit I had sex with 4 guys. All four deposited a load down my throat. The best part wasn't just the fact that 4 guys came along that afternoon. It was also how they behaved once they entered a booth. None of this coy playing around, these guys came in, unzipped and watched enough porn to inspire themselves and then didn't hesitate to take advantage of the nearby gloryhole. It was this gloryhole lovers fantasy cum true! I've never been to Missoula when the university was in session, but I can't imagine what goes on here then. Someday I intend to find out.

By the way, that second picture, below, is taken of the view as you leave the front of Fantasy For Adults. What a view, especially with a throat full of cum to digest. Other pictures are taken in downtown Missoula, too.

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08/13/08

Permalink 07:14:52 pm, by Cruisemaster Email
Categories: Editorial

Gross Exaggeration

You know you're going to get a load of crap when an article makes a wild claim that one business could be the single source for the destruction of gay culture! Such is the case in the Michael Gross piece about Manhunt, the very popular online hookup site, in a hit piece in Out magazine called Has Manhunt Destroyed Gay Culture? Oh please! Gross makes this a very personal assault on a website that has brought no small amount of pleasure to nearly 1 million Manhunt members, a figure he provides. For those of you who, like me, don't consider yourself flawed or weird for using the Internet to meet guys, it is time to get some things off our chest! After all, we've tolerated this sex-negative crap for years, long before anyone ever created a profile on Manhunt.

What motivates a seemingly well-versed writer who has been published in Atlantic Monthly and The New York Times to write a piece that is very heavy on big claims, but mostly devoid of actual data backing up those claims? The premise of the Gross hit piece is that gay men, always victims in the eyes of some, can't cope with the ease in which sex is made possible thanks to Manhunt. Gross seems to believe Manhunt reaches out from your monitor, grabs your soul and makes you a sexual addict. Manhunt is the keeper of the "big secret" for each and every one of us: "if we were truly known, we would never be loved." Duh, Manhunt ain't no eHarmony. It avoids a personality test, presuming most of us don't log-in to find another guy's inner being. But sites like Manhunt do reveal in graphic detail, our sexual wishes and body descriptions and this is supposed to be a problem? It ain't called Matehunt for a reason.

Gross calls Manhunt "a heat-seeking missile for the weaknesses that have plagued us for decades." I suspect the truth behind this story is that Gross himself has some needs and desires that he views as weaknesses plaguing him for a long time and he has found an easy source to blame rather than taking personal responsibility. I don't think I've ever met the man, but the mere fact he went to a school for theological training and then became the chief speech writer for a Republican politician could help explain the search Gross has been on for years to wrestle with his inner desires. It would seem he has been looking for explanations and answers in various places, and now with this hit piece, he is simply projecting HIS issues onto a respectable business and the nearly 1 million men who enjoy their product. He certainly isn't the first to do this. The gay ranks have some notable members who find a need to tell the rest of us that we're fucked up because they feel personally fucked up. Larry Kramer and Andrew Sullivan come to mind.

Well guess what Mr. Gross? Most of us know how to manage Manhunt in our lives and don't feel a need to make it the big bad boogie man. In another time and place you'd have said the same things about gay bars and baths. I'm old enough to remember when those social gathering options were the bad guys in the eyes of some. Now it seems, judging from this hit piece, you long for the days when we'd spend hours and hours every week consuming booze, tolerating second hand smoke (or worse, consuming it directly), and always going home with yet another stranger.

Since we're getting some things off our chest, I want to turn briefly to Out which published this garbage. Let me just say they've got some balls! I'll be first to acknowledge that some developments in recent years are definitely testing the healthiness of gay culture, and given the key role Out played in promoting many of those things, this really is made all the more amazing for who is publishing these charges. If I could point to one thing that is hurting gay men more than anything, it would be an obsession with looks and related to this, the acquiring of endless assortment of products to maybe make ourselves OK in the eyes of others. This is hardly unique to gay men, but Out is the prime culprit in our culture for pushing this unhealthy agenda. To make the charge that another business is guilty of destroying gay culture is nothing less than amazing.

I own hookup sites and I've taken ad dollars from Manhunt and its competitors like Men4SexNow and OUT Personals, but that didn't influence one word here, though it sure helped me in spending years trying to figure out what gay men want and how to give it to them. Mr. Gross may not be able to handle all the sexual possibilities one can get in one evening online, but does he have to tell the rest of us that we're fucked up just because he can't handle Manhunt?

08/12/08

Permalink 06:08:48 pm, by Cruisemaster Email
Categories: Road Trip Summer/Fall 2008, Montana, Missoula

Montana: A Wet Dream

Day 59 of my road trip
$3.95 for gas in Missoula, Montana
Man watch: Like guys who don't seem to realize how hot they are? Tired of metrosexuals and overly buffed men? Then head to Missoula.

"I would like to have seen Montana." The dying words of a soldier in the Cold War movie The Search for Red October, and thankfully not a problem for me as I'm in Montana right now.

This is my fourth trip to Missoula, Montana and now I can state, without doubt, this place is a fucking wet dream. My first visit was a total surprise. What was to have been a one-night stopover to get some much needed sleep quickly became an all-too-brief visit to this city of about 70,000, the second largest in Montana and the home to the University of Montana. Every opportunity to return is a treat so I'm glad to be back.

Like your man tall, fit but not buffed, blond-haired, and friendly? Then you'll appreciate the natural beauty of Missoula. From the hot college boys to their fathers, this town is easily one of the more amazing finds on any Cruisemaster road trip. More on Missoula later, but for now let me share with you these pictures from a day at the Western Montana State Fair. It will help introduce you to the hot men and some of the local culture.

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08/10/08

Permalink 01:56:27 pm, by Cruisemaster Email
Categories: Road Trip Summer/Fall 2008, Idaho

Idaho: Jerry Johnson Hot Springs

Day 55 of my road trip
$3.99 for gas in Lewiston, ID

When in Idaho, you have to look for sex in some interesting places. I've been to Idaho perhaps 4 times, most recently while driving to Montana this past week. Twice I've stopped at Jerry Johnson Hot Springs, though I only drove by this time. I understand it has gotten increasingly popular, so much that now they declare it closed at nightfall (not sure how this is enforced). On the weekday afternoon I drove by, there were about 10 cars parked along Highway 12 near the entrance to the springs. Both times I've visited, it was far from busy and every visit has been a perfect stop to soak weary bones, maybe enjoy some hot man flesh, and of course take in the beauties of Idaho wilderness.

I believe there are 3 areas for soaking and a small stream running right through it all. The furthest spring down the trail is the one open year round as the first two can be submerged until mid-summer. The hike from the highway is an easy one. If you're lucky, you'll see wild life (hopefully not a bear).

For my first visit, I was with a very possessive man who occupied all my time. My second visit was early on a Sunday morning and I came alone. There were a few friends at the middle spring, and when I reached the third spring I found a hunky backpacking hiker who had been walking these parts for 2 weeks. He'd stopped at Jerry Johnson to bath that morning and was relaxing naked in the very warm springs (maybe 105 degrees?). Most people who would visit the springs are not cruising for sex so you must be very respectful of everyone. I've heard from other men that sex happens here, but still don't come here expecting a bathhouse setting.

My backpacker acknowledged me with a nod. I said "howdy" and slipped out of my clothes to sit on the far side of the spring. I lay my head back and took in the view of the beautiful tall trees, listening to the sounds of nature and appreciating the fresh air. Even though it was late summer, it was chilly that morning. Eventually my buddy started a conversation, telling me how he'd been hiking, sleeping under the stars, and enjoying his break from college life. It turned out he was a student of the University of Montana. At some point I noticed his cock was bobbing up out of the water, hard. I made a point of smiling at the site and he just laughed nervously before apologizing. "Sorry about that. Been too long."

Of course I assured him it was OK and to help ease his discomfort I started jerking my own cock under the water. When I was fully erect, the backpacker suggested a jack-off might be a great thing to do. Little did he know how much I wanted to jump his bones!

The two of us lay in the water, across from one another, not touching each other, but both of us stroking ourselves. It took not long at all for Mr. Backpacker to spew his load into the bubbling waters. I followed soon after and then the two of us sat in the water, totally silent for several minutes before he stood up and announced he needed to resume walking. And that was it. His naked body disappeared behind some bushes and next thing I knew he was dressed, with a big pack on his back. He waved at me and headed off to his next destination.

A stop here is always worthwhile. Jerry Johnson Hot Springs is near mile marker 152 at the Warm Springs Bridge. You'll see a nearby turn-off for your car. Cross the bridge and keep walking.

08/07/08

Permalink 06:26:39 pm, by Cruisemaster Email
Categories: Road Trip Summer/Fall 2008, California, San Francisco

San Francisco: Pics From a Walk

Day 50 of my road trip
$4.37 for gas in San Francisco
Man watch: Fucking awesome.

Heading out of town shortly and I wanted to post these pictures from a few walks I took around town. Some of them are from a Coast Guard ship that was docked in the Bay and allowing the public to come aboard. Most, though, are just some sights of the city that seemed worthy of documenting.

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08/05/08

Permalink 12:29:08 pm, by Cruisemaster Email
Categories: Road Trip Summer/Fall 2008, California, San Francisco

San Francisco: What Are Your Stats?

A couple of observations about San Francisco. It has become an increasingly young city. At first I thought this was just because I got older, but I asked friends and they agreed the demographics have changed in recent years. It was easy to go into a place like a coffee house or restaurant and end up being the oldest person in the place. The only place in town where I was mostly surrounded by my own age was the Castro, traditionally the gay neighborhood.

Another interesting development is how San Francisco has become a bedroom community for workers in the Silicon Valley. Apparently there are so many Google employees living in the city, Google actually has a private bus service to bring them down to their offices in the 'burbs. Could this be a first? A major American city becoming a bedroom town for the 'burbs? How ironic that it would happen first in that hippest of cities, San Francisco! What tipped me off were all the parking spaces around the city neighborhoods in the daytime hours. They seemed to fill up at night, but getting a parking space in San Francisco in the day is a breeze in many neighborhoods. When I lived here, parking got so bad you had to build in an extra hour of travel time just to find a parking space in many parts of town.

Overall, this former San Franciscan has to agree with my friends who live here now: San Francisco is back to its good self. The bad old days of the dot.com boom are over and a happier day has come back. Back to the days when people chose to live here for something other than getting ahead or making more money than god. I have to say it was really nice to see this development in the place I call home.

Now how about some of our local Cruisers! When I searched CRUISING for SEX for 415 area code, I got 587 records. 76 guys are tops. 144 San Francisco guys are pigs in the sex experience department. 3 have 10 inches or more hanging between their legs. When I searched for 510 (the east side of the SF Bay), I got 297 Cruisers. 2 of those guys have a cock 10 inches or longer. 59 men in the 510 area code say their sexual experience ranks them a 'pig'. 36 guys in 510 are tops so the Oakland side of the Bay may not be the best place if you're looking to bottom! Our most prolific poster is kewlDude66.

Enough with stats! How about some San Francisco Cruiser pics?

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08/01/08

Permalink 07:12:51 pm, by Cruisemaster Email
Categories: Road Trip Summer/Fall 2008, California, San Francisco

San Francisco: The View From Above

Day 45 of my road trip
Man watch: That scruffy look is everywhere here. It is near about impossible to detect the gay guys in the younger crowds, though often the older guys look almost like a parody of a version of gay from years long gone.

I am in love. OK, I guess I'm just in deep lust. I shall remember this man for some time to come. Puma shoes, orange and red strip socks, black 501's, boxers, black t-shirt under a pull-over, scruffy beard. We met on a hill overlooking San Francisco, Buena Vista Park. It was dusk and around that time it seems the woods are calling out to horny men surrounding this part of the city. This is the oldest park in San Francisco and for as long as anyone can recall, it has been cruisy. In fact, it is so "infamous" that more than one porn movie has done their setup shots in these bushes, and along these trails and steps. If you want to visit this large park, the best landmark I know for finding the action is that big pink apartment building on the edge of Buena Vista. Those folks must really get an eyeful at times!

The place was very active when I arrived. To say the men are a bit "out" about their sexual activities is an understatement. In fact, it seems more active now than back in the days when I lived a few blocks down the street. One could spend a day in this park. Bring your laptop and wireless to get some work done, take along a picnic, bring a book, and when the sun begins to set, head for the hills to get some dick.

My man-toy in Puma shoes was out prowling around, too. As soon as I saw him I remember thinking he was fucking irresistible and simply too hot to notice me. Who know? Maybe he was thinking along similar lines, but judging from his aggressive tactics, I'd say he must have been thinking, "Oh another daddy who doesn't think he is worthy. Got to set him straight." I smiled and he smiled. I kept walking up the hill he was descending and then I realized he was following me. I slowed down, Puma walked around me, and then headed off into a path off the trail, making sure to stare directly at me should I misunderstand. Of course I followed. Did I mention Puma was something like 6'3"? We ended up in a patch a few feet off the main trail when I said, "Hello." (God, I hate this part!)

"I'd ask if you come here often, but then you might ask me," and with that he laughed and I instantly felt at ease. At east enough to walk directly up to him and begin feeling his crotch. He did the same and we started kissing. It was really cool and a breeze was in the air, probably because that night's blanket of fog was heading over from Twin Peaks. We stood there and kissed and grabbed at each other for what seemed like forever and then I realized his package was really and truly growing.

Puma used his spare hand to unleash his manhood with a rip of his 501 buttons. His cock extended rock hard through the slit in his boxers. I made a motion of going down on it, but he stopped me. "I'm so ready to explode we need to take this slow -- unless you're in a rush of course." (How about we just move in together and never leave?) "Besides, I'd kind of like to fuck you? Would you be cool with that?"

Not wanting to turn this moment into a joke, I just smiled and started kissing that hairy face again. Pretty soon I felt his hands grabbing my ass. I also noticed pre-cum dripping from his cock. Next came my zipper and he managed to work his hands into my pants.

I began to turn around so he'd have easier access because it was very clear where this was headed. Puma pulled a small tube of some lube out of his pull-over pocket and used it to get me ready.

"You OK with no rubber? I got one if you want me to wear it."

I whispered to him to go ahead and next thing I knew I was bent over in the woods of Buena Vista Park while this god was busy plowing me. And he wasn't kidding about being close to shooting. I don't think we fucked more than 2 or 3 minutes before I felt him pull out and felt a little trail of liquid running down my backside.

Puma, being the perfect man-toy, immediately got down on his knees in front of me and buried his face in my cock, sucking me, licking my balls, and sometimes looking up to smile. When it came time, he went all the way down on me and took my load. He remained in that position for several seconds, I guess making sure to not miss a drop. Then Puma stood up and we smiled again, kissed some more, and then he motioned in the direction behind us, "Hope you don't mind showing off." It was only then that I turned around and found 3 other men in a half circle, jerking themselves. It was also about this time that the first moisture from the fog began hitting our skins. The view from up there was the one I'll remember more than anything about my time in San Francisco.

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