I was going to start this post off by saying that I couldn't remember the last time I shagged a guy I hadn't shagged before, but while that was technically true, I also knew that I could figure out when my last new-to-me guy was by going into the archives. And I'd gone back a disturbing distance (all the way to mid-September) when something I'd read made me remember a couple of very fun one-offs that I had back around then. Still, for me, going more than a month without fucking a new guy is, well, unusual.
There are a few guys from a couple of web sites who've been after me to fuck them for a while, but otherwise, there aren't many new prospects, probably because I haven't been looking for any. B&c was home for a few weeks, and before and since, it's been a steady diet of Judd, Logan, and Nike, with the occasional Torless thrown in. (Torless is on the verge of getting on my bad side. He texts me to tell me how much he misses my cock and how much he wants to get together, but then he doesn't follow through. It's hard to be mad at him, though, so I'm sure that I'll fuck him again, assuming that I'm available at some time when he really wants it.)
After fucking Logan on Sunday afternoon, I had Nike over Monday evening. I almost didn't because he was being a little bit coy with his text messages. He was giving me that whole I-don't-know-if-I-can-take-your-cock-because-I'm-a-virgin thing, but when I texted him to say that it was cool and that we could play sometime when he was ready to give up his ass, he came back with a please-let-me-suck-your-cock and with an offer to get in the shower with me and "see where it goes." It went where I wanted and expected it to go, but, for now at least, Nike really isn't as good at anal bottoming as he is at many other things, so I'm not sure that I'm going to continue to push him in that direction. He was, however, very affectionate, and he has great lips, so it was a fun time.
Last night Judd was over, and that was great, of course. He was in bed with me for almost three hours, but a significant portion of that was spent in between-fucks dozing. Still, it was dozing when we were tangled up in each other, so that was nice. It had been a while since I'd seen him, so I did my best to fuck him harder than ever, and it would appear, from the volume of his shouts, that I succeeded. Judd also does other things better than he fucks, but that's just because he's so skilled at the other things. He's a terrific bottom. He's also added even more work to his extremely busy schedule, and I have YFU this coming weekend, so I won't be able to pound him again as soon as he'd like, but I've put him on the calendar for next Tuesday.
I'm really not sure how I feel about this lack of new playmates. I suspect that I have mixed feelings. I could probably determine exactly what those mixed feelings are, but that would require more introspection than I can stomach at the moment, and all I'd end up with would be a more detailed but not substantially different version of, "I'm happy about it, but it'd be cool to fuck somebody new, too."
Anyway, the situation's not likely to change anytime soon unless I take a day off and pound one of the married guys who've been after me. I might take off early tomorrow, but if I do, I'd just be pounding a married guy I've already played with, and while I've played with him much less than with any of my regulars, he'd still be a repeat. Tonight YFU will be over. I suppose that I could have looked for fresh meat after choir practice tomorrow night, but I've already asked Logan if he'd like to spend the night, and, no surprise, he would.
Stability, however, in addition for robbing me of blog copy, is always an illusion. Something always happens to rock the boat and/or tip the boat over. It's only a matter of when, not whether.