going coastal
August 25

East Bay

Last week I returned to LA, originally for a party and a dental appointment, but the latter was postponed due to my lack of acquiescence to novacaine. The stuff just doesn't hold with me and wears off sooner than it's supposed to, so more appointments.

Whatever, the party was still on, for one of my gardening clients, the first party she'd ever had at her house, and I worked on it two days prior, plus worked on another LA client's garden, plus I had a couple real jobs- as in real paying what I'm worth- so it was not a bad weekend down there. I stayed at a friend's in Hollywood, he was out of town.

Up in the East Bay I'm sharing and apartment, temporarily occupying in an alcove where's there's no privacy and I'm not allowed to bring in guests since technically I am a guest, though I am just now thinking of a way around that...

Anyway, I took advantage of having a place in Hollywood to myself and had a guy over Thursday night, actually Friday morning. It was after a rugby meeting I attended with my beloved Rebels, and after a client, but I knew where the guys were going to meet up afterwards so I stopped by and conveniently, as was pointed out to me in the loudest gesture, I was staying only a couple blocks away.

I saw a guy I had helped hook up with the team and he was rather drunk but also rather into me and since I was no longer a team official, and he hadn't officially become a player yet, I felt only a tinge of self-consciousness as we gradually got more and more entwined in front of my buddies as the night wore on. Soon it was last call and he offered to walk me to my truck.

Saturday was super busy, I worked on a garden, went to the party, then left early to see a regular client of mine who was visiting from out of town. He was staying at the Park Hyatt on Avenue of the Stars. I was driving a filthy truck and this meant I was going to park nearly a mile away and walk so I would avoid attracting the hotel security's attention. This may sound ridiculous but in my mind I'm thinking I want to be as invisible as possible and frankly my truck and my shaved head screamed 'perpetrator'.

I had just been to the hotel down the road two weeks ago and while journeying back to my truck I was struck with the same urge to remove my shirt, I guess to somehow broadcast my reach for renegade status. I kept my shirt on both times.

Sunday I played touch on the beach with the Rebellion and got a huge tear in my pants from my hip to my calf, exposing to my mates that I wasn't wearing underwear. Ever the ingenious one, I turned the pockets inside out and tied them together, effectively relegating the hole to a pleat. The ersatz tailoring showed off my glutes as well. After the game we hung out at The Friendship for happy hour and then I left for my brother's near San Diego.

As one of my hobbies is exploring al fresco encounters, on the way down I needed to stop at spot that peaked my curiosity. Sure enough, I had found another cruising spot, though I did not like this one, it was too out in the open and the area had a reputation for undercover entrapment. I did confirm my hunch and continued on to my brother's.

After two days I made my way back north. First stop- the nude beach at San Onofre, a place my friend Dylan had been trying to get me to all summer. When I finally got there after I don't know how many miles of walking, I stripped and realized I hadn't been naked outdoors for years, not counting the time I hosted a barbecue naked for All Worlds Resort. I loved the feeling.

Also loved the bulge in the shorts of the guy wandering behind me when I stopped to lay down in one of the driftwood shelters built for barely concealed sex. Touch on the beach indeed! But I had been so wound up from not coming for nearly a week that I popped after a few strokes and he got up and wandered off. A while later so did I, and I took a much more direct route to my truck and came across the same pole bearer heading back to his vehicle.

It was time to continue my way home but it was also the beginning of rush hour and I was ready to breathe fire- I just couldn't take the traffic. I decided to wait it out in Venice and then take the Pacific Coast Highway and avoid the commuters.

At Roosterfish I ran into someone I had met my last night in LA at the Gauntlet. He had asked me to keep his reason for being there at the Gauntlet that night a secret, but I did get to find out his project's progress. He looked even better in the seven pm sun coming in from the open doors. But it was time to go crawl up the coast.

I was not about to make the whole trip in one take, plus I wanted to check out another cruise spot where I had a memorable night a couple years ago, so I planned on staying in a motel somewhere along the way. It was now very dark and my truck very uncooperative when it approached inclines.

I passed one spot I thought might be active but there were no cars, passed another, also devoid of life, and then I was instructed to get off the PCH by a detour sign. Just like the time this happened in Phoenix, the detour signs disappeared and I got lost, this time in Oxnard. I pulled over to a gas station and got a vague handwave toward the 101, and sure enough, about half an hour later, I was back on track and headed for my last cruise spot for the night.

Because this spot was on the opposite side of the highway, I needed to overshoot and change directions. Again, to be as invisible as possible, I drove a few miles farther than I needed, then exited and got back on going southbound. When I saw the sign for the spot, I got all tingly with excitement.

There were a few cars and one big rig, and I pulled over and turned off my lights. Unlike the last time I had been there, there was a nearly full moon and clear skies, so plenty of ambient light. In the bushes two guys were already going at it but I just walked past and to an overlook, nobody there.

In a few minutes someone came over, then another guy who spooked off the first, an attractive man with white jeans, a goatee and a fine worked out body. I followed him back to his truck. He just leaned against it and pulled out his cock.

what I'm reading right now: kick ass Adbusters no.43 and hoity toity Fine Gardening no.87.
what songs I can't get out of my head: 'The Middle', JimmyEatWorld

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