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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z


Rafael, Chris, & William


Review #1 - 04/24/2015
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  •   I have been trying to see Rafael Carreras again for ten years now. I first met him in December of 2004 (2003? One forgets), two weeks after I had Alencar here. It was a very Latino Christmas for me that year. Loved him the first time. So handsome in the face, swarthy, with beautiful white teeth and this chiseled little swimmer's build and of course, that famous, long, fat dick. But my favorite part was his butt, so tight and muscled

    Since then, I have made several attempts to get him back here. He has always been very nice in our exchanges but we could never quite make it happen. I did buy him a ticket in 2009 with Justice but we got our wires crossed and it fell through. Then in 2012, I bought him another one for a visit with David, Justice, AJ Irons, Chris Daniels and Arpad, but that time, I got an email from him two weeks before the trip. He was in the Emergency Room in SF. Sent pics to prove it, marked "Urgente" which I am pretty sure means Urgent.

    He had hurt his dick on a porn shoot and could not have sex for 2 weeks and as my luck would have it, that overlapped with the time he was supposed to be here. But I am not one to be deterred when it comes to an ass like his, so I have kept after it. And this time, it all worked out. Effortlessly, as you will see.

    Also, for awhile now, I have been trying to get Chris Daniels and William Erickson together. This would be my attempt to duplicate the absolutely explosive sex that Chris had with Arpad during their times here.... something about the hot blonde bottom being completely dominated by the hairy muscle top daddy that appeals to me and these boys fit that bill to a T. Only this time, with spanking. So, everyone says yes. I book the tickets. All set.

    RC is flying from NYC through Chicago and at that point will be joined by WE for the flight into OKC, arriving around 4:10. Chris is flying out of LA thru Phoenix and arriving around 3:30. So, I am thinking that I will pick them all up together. One trip. Easy. Back to the hotel room by, let's say, 4:30 at the latest. Carreras on my face shortly thereafter, because it is that ass that I am there after, after all.

    I email them all the day before, just to make sure things are still all good.They all reply that they are set to go. I ask them to please text me to let me know that the flights are all on time so that I can obsess accordingly. I go to bed early, drink way less than usual and pointedly, don't jack off so that I will be cocked and loaded for Carreras's hot, little butt. I

    n the morning, I don't get any texts. Not that concerned about it because WE doesn't leave until around 2, RC around noon but Daniels had to leave by like 9:30. But he has been here so many times and we kind of keep in touch so I am certain that he would let me know if there was a problem. He has never been anything but completely professional with me.

    Honest and truly one of the nicest guys that I have met since undertaking this very expensive hobby. So, no worries, back to sleep. RC texts to let me know the "fly" is on time. Love him. He is not all that chatty in emails, very to the point, but that is a language thing. In person, he is hugely gregarious, always smiling, very funny and that accent. Wow. So sexy, the way that he talks.

    Just has that very sweet Cuban laid back. I text back, thanks and start to get ready to make the trip. Charge the camera, pack and this time I even remember to bring my phone charger. Luca had to buy me one on one of his visits because I never remember to bring one and my piece of shit phone always dies late afternoon.

    I check my email one last time before I head out the door. There is an exchange between WE and Chris, basically saying how much they are looking forward to meeting. Then Chris writes, "Oh, is that today? Fuck. " Now, that worries me a little. Did he really miss his plane? No way. He would have called me....He is just in the air and can't get in touch...

    So, I kiss the pup goodbye, promise that I will be right back, that she is Daddy's angel etc, etc, but she's heard all that before (daily) and pretty much isn't buying it. But I leave anyway. Guiltily. Enroute, I do hear from WE and again from RC who has landed in Chicago. Still no word from Chris.

    Why is the non English speaking guest the one that is corresponding the most? Hmm. I keep driving. I text WE and ask him about Chris and the last oh fuck email. he texts back, "I thought he was kidding..." Here's hoping. I then text WE and ask him if he sees RC. He texts back, "Who? Did you hire a third guy?" That makes me very nervous because I am fairly certain that I told all the parties involved who was coming. And this could be a problem because some guys don't like surprises. I text back, "Yes." He texts back, "Cool. He's cute."

    So, problem avoided and they are together on the plane. A while later, WE texts, "Flight delayed. Thirty minutes." Super. But not the worst. Keep driving. A little nervous, because if Daniels doesn't make it, not exactly sure how truly versatile the other guys are. I mean, huge difference between being able to do it and being able to "do it" and these are not little dicks we are dealing with here. Nope, they are the stuff of legend, that only a true and dedicated power bottom can handle.

    You know, like bart and TexasGuy. So, my mind is all over the place. I decide to stop by my sister's house on the way into the city. She has picked up a couple of Christmas gifts for me. She meets me in her driveway (don't ask) and gives me the gifts. She then tells me to be careful and to keep an eye on the weather. In my mind, I roll my eyes and think, calm down, Grandma, it's 60 degrees in December, what can happen? But I look appropriately concerned and say, sure will, gotta go. She says something like, have fun and gives me a smirk because she knows exactly why I am in the city on a Sunday afternoon. She knows why, but not how many.

    While driving onto the hotel, I get another text from WE saying that they have boarded but still haven't left yet. Damn. I get to the hotel. Both rooms are ready, so I check in and head to the suite. I consider a beer, because I have about 45 minutes until I need to leave for the airport, but talk myself out of it. I want to be fully...um.. cognizant when RC gets here. Sit out on the balcony and I start thinking about how I am going to get RC back to my room the minute that they all get here by suggesting that he clean up in my room. That way, I have him alone and clean and can finally get up in that ass. Get a little stiff plotting this. Stoke it some, but not too much.

    Time to head to the airport if I am going to meet Chris's plane. I am giving him the benefit of the doubt, even though I haven't heard from him. But there is a nervousness in the pit of my stomach. What if he does? How is this going to play out with WE and RC? A dvd without anal? No fucking? No fucking way.

    I am about 5 minutes from the airport when I get a text from Chris. "I am here." Deep sigh. Big relief. I tell him I will pick him up outside, that I am almost there. I get there and make the circle through in the arrival lane. Don't see him. Circle around again. Still not there. Drive by again and nothing. Decide to wait in the text lot and give him time to get outside. I text him, "Where are you?" He texts back. "On my way. Dog sitting problem."

    A little while passes and he texts me, "Where are you?" I start to text back and my phone goes completely fucking dead. Dead. So, I drive through again. Not there. I circle around again and again and again. I think maybe he is upstairs. So I drive through there. Nothing.

    Back downstairs, a couple more times. Finally, I park and go in. Walk all over the airport and cannot find him. And can't call him, either. While I am in there, I check the arrival board and the Chicago flight now says 5:15. Fuck me. So, I go back to the car and decide to go back to the hotel and charge my fucking phone. I know that Chris has got to be thinking, WTF? but don't know what else to do at this point.

    I am about 5 minutes from the airport when it starts to rain. I mean, pour. Cats and friggin' dogs. And then hail. Big hail, like loud, jar the car hail. Nowhere to pull over. Windshield is fogging up. Finally get to an underpass and cars are just stopped in the road. It hails for 10 solid minutes and the street is a damn river. Drive on slowly and drive out of it in about a block. How lucky.

    Get back to the hotel and get the phone on the charger. Takes forever to boot back up. When it finally does, 7 messages from Chris. I am calling him when the tornado sirens go off. What next? Locust? I look out the balcony window the sun is shining. What the Hell?

    Chris answers and he is understandably a little upset/confused and a little incredulous that I don't have charger that works in the car. Sorry. I explain and apologize and ask him to just wait now and ride with the other guys. He says ok. Then a few minutes later, he calls me back and says that their flight is now not getting into until 7 so he is taking a taxi to the hotel. I say, ok. I no more than hang up the phone than WE texts and says, "We're here." Huh?

    I text Chris and tell him this and to find them. I text WE back and tell him that Chris is there and to take a taxi with him. I ask if Carreras is with him. Then RC texts and says, "I am here." Groovy. We are all here. Gosh, that was easy. I am ready for that beer now. Grab one and sit out on the balcony. Sirens have stopped (so stupid) and it is really nice out.

    Thinking that it takes about 20 minutes for them to get to the hotel on the interstate. Starting to think about that sweet, round ass on Carreras, still a little damp, just out of the shower. Stroke my dick to get it hard. No fancy positions this time, just some kissing, a little oral on that legendary dick and then straight to knees to ears and getting smothered by that hot, muscle butt.

    Any time now.It's been 25 minutes. It's 5:45. At 6:00 and no sign of them, I am thinking that they have gone to the wrong hotel. Taxi drivers have done that before, on purpose, just to drive the fare up. But then again, they have all been here before. Chris, many times and WE, only a month ago. They know the way to the hotel.

    Thirty minutes later, I am still sitting there, not hard now. I text WE. He replies, "Stuck in traffic." What? Where? This is Oklahoma City on a Sunday night. There's no traffic. I text back, "Where?" He replies, "A mile from the exit." Well, mother fucker. I get another beer. I call him and he says that they are just sitting there and he can't see why. Says that the "gal driving them is really nice, though." I am so relieved to hear that. I hang up. Nobody's fault, right? Except maybe my sister's. Fucking jinxed me. 6:45. Nothing. 7:00. Nothing.

    At 7:25, WE texts and says that they are exiting off the interstate, that a semi had jack knifed and they can see the hotel. At 7:40, they are knocking on the door. Well, fucking finally. They all come in and they all hug me and kiss hello, apologize for the problems and we bitch about all the really crappy circumstances, all way out of anyone's control. Just bad luck. But now, it's time to get down to business.

    As I had previously plotted, I ask RC to come with me to my room to take a shower. He says, Ok and grabs his stuff. We head down the hallway, him padding in front, me behind, appreciating his behind, all full and round and getting full use of his tight jeans. Once inside, we kiss again. I tell him how good that he looks and boys, does he. Gone is that slight, swimmer's build and in it's place, a rockin' muscle boy with hard pecs and flat brown abs, tight waist, big arms and shoulders.

    Same handsome face, same perfect teeth, same movie star smile and same funny and sweet way about him. And that ass. Well, that's bigger, too. Meaty and perfectly proportioned and so damned pretty. He takes a shower and comes out, just like I pictured, in just a towel, still damp. I drop to my knees in front of him and he drops the towel. And there it is, inches from my face, that infamous Carreras cock. And it is just as I remember it. Long, thick, and at this moment, hardening. One of the biggest dicks that I have ever seen.

    He slides off and gets me a towel, "Wow, man," he says, in that sexy accent, all smiles, as he cleans me up, "You really like ass." No arguing with that.

    After a bit, we dress and head back down the hall to the other guys. They are ready now and the three of them do not disappoint. 5 dvds worth and I notice through it all, RC makes a special effort to show me that hot butt in every shot, clenching it when he fucks, getting on his stomach and raising it up for Erickson to eat, teasing me with his perfect, hard muscle ass, getting me raring to go for the next time that he smothers me with it. Which is right before bed and again, the next morning. Such an epic ass. And dick and all around beautiful man. Worth the wait. It will definitely not be another ten years before I get it again. In fact, by the time that you boys read this, I hopefully will already have had another taste... with Justice and Alec Andrews.
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