Travel Diary: The Boston Buddha

Boston happened last but I'm giving it to you first.

I do try to let folks know when and where I'm going, especially through here and my profile on the web, as I did when I notified everyone of a Northeast tour including a stop in Boston.

As per usual, I get a lot of interest — some from the usual crowd of people who have no idea about this blog and others who do. Two men served to provide me with bountiful interest upon my travel to the city with one promising a great deal. And, as usual, I found the dates postponed.

A small rant: Why is it after all the bullshit is out of the way and you're about to hook does the guy ask, "So how long are you in town?" When you answer, your first night in town is never good for them and, well, they inevitably put it off until just before you're off to the airport. Fuck that.

Anyway, the older muscle guy bailed and the younger twink never seriously committed so I kept cruising for a real bottom.

I lucked out on the web with an Asian.

Now anyone who's read me knows of my affinity for Asians — fuck, I'm an equal opportunity fucker. But he was a little older, a little rounder but very willing. I was getting pretty pissed off at Beantown as most of the men there just didn't really seem willing or acted really sketchy. Not at all what I expected when he showed up, a very cute man showed up at my door. Short and, as much as it's very stereotypical of me, quite Buddha-ish. We got down to business.

He sucked well enough but it proved to be his skill of sitting on my cock. His stubby legs would lower himself on my cock and ride it for all it's worth.

I put him on his back — his favorite position — with his feet on my chest. I could watch my hard white cock slide in and out of his smooth hole. With leverage from his feet and his compact body, it was easy to fuck and bring me closer to the edge. I snorted some poppers and asked him if he wanted my load.

He begged for it.

And as always, it pushed me over the edge.

I pushed my cock inside him deep and unloaded, staring at his deep brown eyes.

After a moment, I rolled off.

In the after fuck glow, as I regained my breath, he admitted he really liked my blog. I'd thought, up to that moment, it was just another hookup. But the little fucker knew my affinity for Asians and had stalked me online hoping to get my load.

He'd succeeded.

For all the muscle men and twinks, for all the cum-hungry bottoms and bareback virgins who fantasize for their first, for all the flakes and flirts, it was my Boston Buddha who got my load. And man did he deserve it.