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Ascent: Chapter 5 Lone Pine
/ January 24, 2016

My ears popped. As I drove from Lee Vining south, I realized the elevation was changing, a bit of a relief. My throat was still raw from a combination of Joshua’s cock, probably snoring, the dryness, and I had been drinking water like crazy and sucking on lemon candy to keep my mouth and throat wet, and it felt much better. I heading south with a tiny bit of dread, and some anticipation. Along the 395 was Manzanar, which has some connections to my family which doesn’t need to be elaborated here, but seeing an interment camp for US citizens who happened to be of Japanese ancestry, well it’s enough give me a sick feeling, but needs to be seen. Not everything in California is fluffy, golden, beautiful and magic. I was on my way to Lone Pine, and planned on a visit with an old friend from Los Angeles, Daddy Ray. Ray had retired from film decades before, and bought an old hotel in Lone Pine where he could be surrounded by all the settings from all the old Western movies, TV shows, and even current movies – he had a big cowboy thing going. I got to the…

Descent: Chapter 4 Fresno
/ January 24, 2016

I got up the next morning, and still couldn’t quite believe the spectacle from that night at the Adult Theatre. Cleaning up, I got hard again thinking of the furry Granddad-Dad-Son event, and wondered how James’s ass felt – though if he could take his Dad’s thick long cock, the rest would be easy. I jacked off a little bit, hard thinking about it, but wanted to get on with driving up to Fresno, I was hoping I’d meet my old buddy Aram. I was out of clean black clothes unfortunately, and put on a grey skintight teeshirt, which left nothing of my physique to the imagination. As I exited the hotel, there were John, and James – James working in the office part of the hotel on something, and John, squeezing his crotch looking at me. He barreled out of the check-in area and gave me a big hug, wishing me the best, and John zoomed out, looking somewhat shocked. I leaned over to him, “Like the muscle Dad, buddy?” He coughed, and squeezed my arm, then my crotch, squeezing his grandfather also. Grandpa James leaned over and backed up, “Not this early!” he laughed, and I chatted for…

Cascade: Chapter 1 Redding
/ January 24, 2016

I left with him instead of waiting at the house, and followed him back in the city and had a nice breakfast, again near the Capitol. Felix called me at breakfast, and we talked some more about my plans up North. I went on to the car rental place at the airport, and got a new car – a Mini cooper Convertible, which jumped when I touched the accelerator – I love my own Mini Roadster at home, but I wasn’t going to be able to rent one. Felix called me again, and thanked me for the evening, it wasn’t what he expected, and something he really wanted to try, that he never imagined that sex with a man could be like that. We talked for a bit as I drove up towards Redding, and I had the sense that he was nervous about what sex would be like when his girlfriend came back after a week. Eventually I told him I’d send some pictures of my friend’s California landscapes when I got down to Santa Rosa, and he sounded calmer. I didn’t want to leave him in the lurch with some new feelings, and we spoke on and off…

Coast: Chapter 4 San Simeon
/ January 24, 2016

Today was San Simeon Day. Ahead of me I had a few hour drive south along the spectacular Pacific Coast Highway through Big Sur, then some sort of tour through Hearst Castle. This morning however, I had some work to do. I sent a message to Aziz (from Muscle Ranch – see the stories) down in LA, hoping he would be in, to talk for a bit today. I also sent a note to an old friend of mine in San Luis Obispo saying I would be driving through in a few days, and could I take him out to dinner. I called Felix, who I knew would call me anyway, and found I had woken him up! I told him I wouldn’t bother him, but he told me he had woken up hard – he’s evil. There was a  good wireless network in the hotel, so I put him on faceTime, and to the sounds of his grunting, I took a shower for him, then carefully dried off and put on body lotion while slowly jacking off. I flexed my muscles carefully on camera, showing Felix all parts of my deltoids, then from the side, I flexed my traps,…

Road Trip Texas 2: Chapter 10 Lubbock
/ January 22, 2016

The thing about getting to bed early is that you get up early. I lay in bed at 5am thinking “I’m turning into an early riser!” like a lot of the guys I met in Texas, so I got up and started to get organized to drive down to Lubbock. For some crazy reason, I thought it was going to be a 3-hour drive down through the prairie, and I’d arrive around noon, but it was half the time, and I got in to the city in the morning because I started out so early. Lubbock is a peaceful small town in the middle of a million acres of cotton, and as I drove around I wondered what to do. I didn’t feel like farming cotton that day. In Lubbock, I came across a farmer’s market, and decided I’d be able to get stuff for lunch, and could find out about a park to eat it in. I wandered around the market, usual collection of cheeses (Austin), honey, backyard flowers, breads, cured meats, and then a tomato stand. Not the usual tomatoes, but big juicy ripe tomatoes, red, orange, yellow, that looked like they were absolutely going to explode. A…

Image: Chapter 4 Milked
/ January 22, 2016

Sami was sleepy after lunch at Muscle Ranch – to be expected. He gathered what the daily routine could be like, and he pointed out that it was like a big “On-land cruise ship!” and I had to agree, and then wonder – what would it be like to actually have the next Muscle Ranch on a cruise ship. Hmm. We headed out to the pool, and settling in the shade, I kept turning over the idea of 2000 guys on a Muscle Ranch cruise in the ocean. And stormy seas, and a huge weight room full of loose equipment being thrown around. Where would you get 2000 bodybuilders, much less 200… But as I fell asleep, I had strange dreams of bodybuilders in navy uniforms deploying life rafts, and put it all out of my mind. I woke up to hot feet. Specifically, the sun had moved, and my feet were in the sun but nothing else. I quickly checked, and no burn, and I woke Sami up. I took him to the media center, with its huge TV and snack bar, and we watched Bodybuilding Inspiration videos while we had coffee to rev up our system. It occurred…

Beach: Chapter 2 – Ventura
/ January 21, 2016

I began the hour drive from Santa Barbara to Ventura, enjoying the beautiful California coastline along the way, and trying to talk with Felix, his normal morning call, in a convertible. I stopped in Carpinteria, and chatted, Felix wanted to know what my cultural insight of the day was. “Well,” I began “You know the phrase ‘All art constantly aspires towards the condition of music’?” “Sure, from Pater, the art critic,” Felix answered. “You know you look a little like him,” I said, seeing what response I’d get. “I’ll have to get back to you on that one!” Felix laughed. “Well, if art is the expression of all human thought…” I continued, pausing. Felix said, “Ok, I’m where this is going…”. I continued: “And music is the food of love…” Felix responded instantly, “You’ve proven that all we think about is sex.” I laughed, and said “I love talking to a quick study.” And at that, Felix said, “I’m nervous about asking how the day went.” “So,” I began, “I ended up picking up a musician, then some bikers at a reggae concert, and smoking pot later and having free love at a hundred-acre estate in Montecito before playing Prokofiev…