Yesterday morning I received an e-mail from a mother who's worried about her daughter:
Dear GB,
I don't know if you will help me out with this. I hope that you will. I am very innocent to all this. My daughter has a boyfriend and they have a 2 month old child. She works full time and he plays with a job here and there. She pays for the apartment and he's not even on the lease. But this is not so much my concern. My concern is that lately I have been coming over to pick up my granddaughter, and her boyfriend is hanging out with two friends that are gay. He spends all his free time with them, and even brings them on dates with her.
This weekend he and my daughter went to a movie and her boyfriend brought these two friends along. (Incidentally, she owns the car. He doesn't even have a driver's license).
She and I and the baby went out today and when we arrived he was there with these two gay friends and I got very upset. I told her that I thought her boyfriend must either be gay or bi-sexual. She said that they are just his friends and her boyfriend is absolutely not gay. We had a big argument over this.
Please advise. Do straight men generally hang out with gay men on a daily basis? I have nothing against gays as I have many friends and a few relatives who are and I love them. I just don't want this jerk using my daughter financially and also lying about his sexuality.
I would appreciate your opinion on this.
Thanks, Anne
Having thought about this a bit now, I reckon the issue of the boyfriend's sexuality isn't the main question. Surely the question is simply "Why is the boyfriend spending so much time with his friends when he only became a father two months ago"? None of the possible answers to this question are likely to be good for Anne's daughter.
All fathers that I know spend a lot of time helping their partner looking after their newly born babies, all the more so if it's their first child as seems likely in this case. But if he spends all his free time with his friends, it sounds like Anne's daughter has both the financial burden of supporting the family, as well as most of the daily burden of caring for a newly born child.
I can only really imagine this happening if he doesn't really care about his girlfriend or his baby. However just because he has gay friends, and even if he sees a lot of them, that's no indication that he himself is gay in my opinion. In that situation, if a guy who had recently become a father thought that he might be gay or bisexual, I think the most likely behaviour would be to investigate his sexuality secretly rather than in public. On the other hand guys who are very comfortable with their heterosexuality often have no issue with other guys being gay, so given that Anne's daughter's boyfriend recently became a father it seems most likely to me that he falls into this category.
From Anne's description, the boyfriend sounds like a complete waste of space though. On the basis that he drifts from job to job he doesn't seem to have much interest in his own future. And by spending time with his friends rather than his partner and their new baby, it sounds like he doesn't have much interest in his family's future either. It also sounds like he's even been too lazy to learn to drive.
One can only wonder what Anne's daughter sees in this guy? Perhaps I've been watching too many soaps on TV, but it could be a case where the daughter purposefully chose a boyfriend that her parents would disapprove of, just to prove that she was in charge of her own life. Having put herself in this situation, she could well be in denial about the reality of it all, and is still hoping that everything will work out in the end somehow. Given the attitude of the boyfriend though, that seems unlikely to me at the moment. On the other hand, even if Anne's daughter does realise that she's made a mistake having a child with this guy, she probably won't want to admit the mistake to her parents.
Whether Anne's daughter realises the problem yet or not, I think she's likely to need the support of her parents to help with her child at some point. Hopefully they'll be there for her when she does need them. My guess is that they will be. Anne's daughter may not realise it yet, but it's clear to me that Anne really cares about her daughter. Otherwise, she wouldn't have bothered to send me an e-mail in the first place.
Do any readers have any other thoughts?
Monday, January 29, 2007
Saturday, January 27, 2007
The pure thoughts of an uncluttered male mind
There's a famous scene in the 1998 film There's Something About Mary. A guy is wanking off in the bathroom, getting ready for a date with his dream girlfriend, when the potential girlfriend arrives early. The surprise of the doorbell ringing causes the guy to shoot his load. Pulling up his pants, he answers the door a few seconds later, only to realise that he had in fact shot his load into his hair. The real climax to this episode though is when the potential girlfriend grabs the spunk dangling from the guy's hair, assuming that it's hair gel, and uses it to put a quiff into her own hair at the front!'Why on earth was the guy wanking off before his date?' I hear some of you ask. Well, it was because of some good advice that he'd received from a mate of his. The mate pointed out that before a guy has shot his load, he's usually wondering when the next opportunity will be to shoot his load! Especially if he's with someone he fancies. So a smart guy should unload himself before an important date, because the resulting uncluttered mind gives him the best chance to impress her, and hence perhaps sleep with her on many subsequent occasions.
When I saw the film, I thought that the advice offered by the mate was a stroke of genius. It certainly applies to me. If I'm honest with myself, I know that I'm often wondering then my next opportunity will be.
In my experience, once a guy has shot his load when it's either self-induced or with the help of another guy, there are two possible reactions. Some guys feel guilty about what they've just done, and want to exit the entire situation as quickly as possible. I reckon this reaction is more common with younger guys, and with guys who aren't yet comfortable having gay sex. But other guys relax, and for a short while, before either of us start wondering when our next opportunity will be, it's possible to have some marvellous conversations.
There's also no doubt that I enjoy meeting strangers for a bit of fun, and I won't pretend for one minute that I only do it for the chance of a good conversation afterwards. But I do enjoy a good chat, so a good conversation after a bit of fun is always welcome!
Friday, January 26, 2007
I found something Kim has been looking at
Earlier this afternoon I came across this massage whcih Kim has obviously been looking at. I guess she wants to suprise me once I'm fully recovered from the operation.
The Sanskrit word for the male sexual organ is Lingam and is loosely translated as Wand of Light." In Tantra or Sacred Sexuality, the Lingam is respectfully viewed and honored, as a "Wand of Light" that channels creative energy and pleasure.
Orgasm is not the goal of the Lingam massage although it can be a pleasant and welcome side effect. The goal is to massage the Lingam, also including testicles, perineum and Sacred Spot (prostate) externally, allowing the man to surrender to a form of pleasure he may not be accustomed to. From this perspective both receiver and giver relax into the massage. Men need to learn to relax and receive. Traditional sexual conditioning has the man in a doing and goal oriented mode. The Lingam Massage allows the man to experience his softer, more receptive side and experience pleasure from a non-traditional perspective.
Beginning the Massage
Have the receiver lie on his back with pillows under his head so he can look up at his partner (giver). Place a pillow, covered with a towel, under his hips. His legs are to be spread apart with the knees slightly bent (pillows or cushions under the knees will also help) and his genitals clearly exposed for the massage. Before contacting the body, begin with deep, relaxed breathing. Gently massage the legs, abdomen, thighs, chest, nipples, etc., to get the receiver to relax. Remind the receiver to breathe deeply and to sink deeper into relaxation.
Pour a small quantity of oil on the shaft of the Lingam and testicles. Begin gently massaging the testicles, taking care to not cause pain in this sensitive area. Massage the scrotum gently, causing it to relax. Massage the area above the Lingam, on the pubic bone. Massage the Perineum, the area between the testicles and anus. Take time when massaging the shaft of the Lingam. Vary the speed and pressure. Gently squeeze the Lingam at the base with your right hand, pull up and slide off, then alternate with your left hand. Take your time doing this, right, left, right, left, etc. Then, change the direction by starting the squeeze at the head of the Lingam and then sliding down and off. Again, alternate with right and left hands.
Massage the head of the Lingam as if you are using an orange juicer. Massage all around the head and shaft. In Tantra there are many nerve endings on the Lingam that correspond to other parts of the body. It is believed that many ailments may be cured by a good Lingam massage. The Lingam may or may not go soft as you perform this technique. Do not worry if it doesn't get hard again. You will probably find that it will get hard, then go soft, get hard again, etc., which is a highly desirable Tantric experience, like riding a wave, bobbing up and down. Hardness and softness are two ends of the pleasure spectrum.
If it appears that the receiver is going to ejaculate, back off, allowing the Lingam to soften a little before resuming the massage. Do this several times, coming close to ejaculation, and then backing off. It is important to remember that the goal is not orgasm in and of itself. Men can learn the art of ejaculatory mastery and control by coming close to ejaculation and then backing off on the stimulation. Deep breathing is key here and will soften the urge to ejaculate. Eventually ejaculatory mastery will allow you to make love as long as you want and you can become multi-orgasmic without losing a drop of semen. Orgasm and ejaculation are two different responses that you can learn to separate. The result is a very expanded sex life.
The Sacred Spot
Find and massage the male Sacred Spot. There is a small indentation about the size of a pea or maybe larger midway between the testicles and anus. Be gentle and push inward. He will feel the pressure deep inside and it may be uncomfortable at first. Eventually, as this area is worked on and softened, he will be able to expand his orgasms and master ejaculatory control. You can massage his Lingam with your right hand and massage his Sacred Spot with your left hand.
Try pushing in on this spot when he nears ejaculation. The man may have strong emotions come up during access to the Sacred Spot. Be the best friend and healer he could have in that moment. You, the giver, are creating a place of trust and intimacy.
Ending the Massage
When he feels complete (with the massage), gently remove your hands cover him and keep him warm. Most importantly, allow him to rest quietly for at least five to ten minutes.
The Sanskrit word for the male sexual organ is Lingam and is loosely translated as Wand of Light." In Tantra or Sacred Sexuality, the Lingam is respectfully viewed and honored, as a "Wand of Light" that channels creative energy and pleasure.
Orgasm is not the goal of the Lingam massage although it can be a pleasant and welcome side effect. The goal is to massage the Lingam, also including testicles, perineum and Sacred Spot (prostate) externally, allowing the man to surrender to a form of pleasure he may not be accustomed to. From this perspective both receiver and giver relax into the massage. Men need to learn to relax and receive. Traditional sexual conditioning has the man in a doing and goal oriented mode. The Lingam Massage allows the man to experience his softer, more receptive side and experience pleasure from a non-traditional perspective.Beginning the Massage
Have the receiver lie on his back with pillows under his head so he can look up at his partner (giver). Place a pillow, covered with a towel, under his hips. His legs are to be spread apart with the knees slightly bent (pillows or cushions under the knees will also help) and his genitals clearly exposed for the massage. Before contacting the body, begin with deep, relaxed breathing. Gently massage the legs, abdomen, thighs, chest, nipples, etc., to get the receiver to relax. Remind the receiver to breathe deeply and to sink deeper into relaxation.
Pour a small quantity of oil on the shaft of the Lingam and testicles. Begin gently massaging the testicles, taking care to not cause pain in this sensitive area. Massage the scrotum gently, causing it to relax. Massage the area above the Lingam, on the pubic bone. Massage the Perineum, the area between the testicles and anus. Take time when massaging the shaft of the Lingam. Vary the speed and pressure. Gently squeeze the Lingam at the base with your right hand, pull up and slide off, then alternate with your left hand. Take your time doing this, right, left, right, left, etc. Then, change the direction by starting the squeeze at the head of the Lingam and then sliding down and off. Again, alternate with right and left hands.
Massage the head of the Lingam as if you are using an orange juicer. Massage all around the head and shaft. In Tantra there are many nerve endings on the Lingam that correspond to other parts of the body. It is believed that many ailments may be cured by a good Lingam massage. The Lingam may or may not go soft as you perform this technique. Do not worry if it doesn't get hard again. You will probably find that it will get hard, then go soft, get hard again, etc., which is a highly desirable Tantric experience, like riding a wave, bobbing up and down. Hardness and softness are two ends of the pleasure spectrum.
If it appears that the receiver is going to ejaculate, back off, allowing the Lingam to soften a little before resuming the massage. Do this several times, coming close to ejaculation, and then backing off. It is important to remember that the goal is not orgasm in and of itself. Men can learn the art of ejaculatory mastery and control by coming close to ejaculation and then backing off on the stimulation. Deep breathing is key here and will soften the urge to ejaculate. Eventually ejaculatory mastery will allow you to make love as long as you want and you can become multi-orgasmic without losing a drop of semen. Orgasm and ejaculation are two different responses that you can learn to separate. The result is a very expanded sex life.
The Sacred Spot
Find and massage the male Sacred Spot. There is a small indentation about the size of a pea or maybe larger midway between the testicles and anus. Be gentle and push inward. He will feel the pressure deep inside and it may be uncomfortable at first. Eventually, as this area is worked on and softened, he will be able to expand his orgasms and master ejaculatory control. You can massage his Lingam with your right hand and massage his Sacred Spot with your left hand.
Try pushing in on this spot when he nears ejaculation. The man may have strong emotions come up during access to the Sacred Spot. Be the best friend and healer he could have in that moment. You, the giver, are creating a place of trust and intimacy.
Ending the Massage
When he feels complete (with the massage), gently remove your hands cover him and keep him warm. Most importantly, allow him to rest quietly for at least five to ten minutes.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
More of Jason
Jason has e-mailed me a couple more photos. I think he's got one of the most perfect cocks I've ever seen. Thanks for sharing Jason.
Gym Meeting
After frequenting the same gym for more than two years, I had become acquainted with most of the regulars who worked out there. I was never one to use my workout time as a way of meeting women. I was serious about the time I spent there and wanted to work on my body as much as possible. I was proud of the work that I had done the past two years and my dedication was evident in the stares of others when they would catch a glimpse of me.
Last week while I was going through my routine I noticed a beautiful woman staring at me. I never like to workout with headphones on because my concentration inevitably goes to the music rather than my muscles, so I have to admit that I was immediately distracted by the glances of this beautiful lady. She was dripping with perspiration as she did her time on the treadmill. The black spandex that she wore was pulled tightly over what appeared to be a flawless body, and the sweat was beginning to show up as wet patches in places. I tried to concentrate on my lifting but could not ignore the tingling that I felt in my crotch. When I looked again though, she was gone.
After I showered and was dressed in my suit to go back to the office for the afternoon, I walked out of the locker room and bumped into this beauty. She was magnificent! Standing about 5' 5", with shoulder length blonde, straight, hair, I once again felt that tingle in my crotch. It didn't take us long to begin a conversation and soon we found ourselves at the juice bar getting to know one another better. She told me that her name was Christina and it wasn't long until we were deep in conversation. In the next two days, we saw each other at the gym and for dinner each evening. At the end of our second evening, when I walked her to her front door, I bent down and kissed her good night. I hesitantly let my tongue find its way into her mouth and she returned my passion with a gusto that shocked me. When I asked her if I could come in, she looked at me very seriously for a moment and then nodded her head. I had no way of knowing that my life would change that night the way it did, for I was not prepared for the passion, and ecstasy that I would experience.
She asked me if she could speak to me frankly for a moment as we sat down on the sofa. I was not expecting to hear what she would say so very innocently, I said, "sure". She explained to me that she was very attracted to me and that she had been since the first time she had noticed me at the gym some time before I noticed her. She also told me that she was in a relationship with a very good looking, kind, and gentle, man. At this point, I figured that I was getting the brush off in one of the nicest ways possible. Then the bomb dropped! She told me that she loved her boyfriend, Tim, and that one of her biggest fantasies was to have a three-way with another man. Was I interested?
I was speechless. I had never even considered doing anything like that but her sincerity was difficult to turn down. She told me that Tim would soon be home from work and I would have an opportunity to meet him. She also warned me that he did know I would probably be there but that he wasn't too keen on the idea either. One of the stipulations of the arrangement was that we had to pleasure each other too, not just spend time with her. She wanted to see us touching each other and watch as we brought our bodies to the ultimate of orgasms. My mind told me that I was nuts to even consider this but my body was definitely telling me other things. In the end, my body won out!
In just a few moments, the door opened and a very handsome, masculine, man, walked through the door. I extended my hand to him and was pleased when he took it firmly to shake it. At least he wasn't some limp wristed, effeminate male, but a strong, rugged looking man. I was so confused. Tim sat down and put his arm around Christine and we got to know each other a little better. Both Tim and I admitted that we had never had any experience with another man and had honestly never thought about it but that, as long as boundaries were set, we guessed there was no harm in experimentation. Christine was thrilled! She jumped up and said she was heading for the shower leaving us alone in the living room. In all honesty, there wasn't even an uncomfortable moment between Tim and I. As soon as Christine left, we started talking as if we were old friends. I relaxed then; convincing myself that this was really no big deal.
Without any warning, Tim stood up and took my hand. His hand was big and rough, and he had dark hair on the back of his knuckles. For some reason, as I looked at his hand I got really turned on by that. I had no idea what was going on inside of my body but this was feeling pretty good. Tim was about 6' 4" and dark complected, I am only 5' 10' and lighter skinned, but standing there within inches of him seemed heavenly. I inhaled his scent as he stood near me, an odor that was as intoxicating as an aphrodisiac. He bent down and let his lips lightly touch mine and pulled back, checking to make sure that what he had done was all right. I put my hands on the back of his head in the thick, dark, curls, and pulled him back toward me. I opened my mouth while it was still inches away from his and stuck my tongue out so he would know exactly what I wanted. He became more aggressive and gave me his tongue then. I feasted on his meaty tongue, sucking it, and playing inside his open mouth. His arms roamed around my body, massaging my shoulders and back and I played with his curly hair until we were both completely out of breath. I would have never thought that kissing another man would be so hot, but Tim was taking me places that I had never been to before.
As our bodies rubbed erotically together, I discovered that I wanted to see him aked. I could never remember, ever wanting to see another man naked before, but right now that was all I had on my mind. While our tongues played tag inside our mouths, I reached up and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. Slowly, I went down until I had loosened the one closest to his belt. I took my hands and spread the two sides of his shirt open to reveal a forest of dark, curly, chest hair. He pulled back slowly while I massaged his pectorals and pinched his nipples. He looked at me with those dark, sexy eyes and said two words, "suck them". I was on his nipples so fast, sucking and chewing on them until they were red and standing up away from his beautiful coat of fur. His nipples were large, about the size of half-dollars. They were much larger than some women's were I had been with, so I was enjoying my feast. I let my tongue leave a trail of wet hair as I slowly lowered myself to my knees in front of him. I reached up to unbuckle his belt and I saw a sweet look of atisfaction in his eyes. Even though I had never done this before, I knew that I could please him in a way no woman ever could. His body was hot to my touch as I unzipped his jeans and slid them over his perfect hips. His plain, white boxers were tented in the front by an unbelievably large tool, and the wet spot proved to me that I must have been doing something right.
For the first time, I was a little hesitant about this. I was experienced at oral sex, but at receiving it, not giving it. Could I really handle this huge cock? I put my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off. His penis was probably nine inches long, thick, and dripping precum all over. I looked up at him, knowing that I would disappoint him, and said, "I don't think I can take all of this". He smiled tenderly and said, "Everyone has a little trouble at first, but I
promise we will go slow. Just try a little at a time until you get used to it." With that bit of encouragement, I took my tongue and licked a big glob of precum from the head of his cock. This was so unusual, not really sweet, but not really salty either. I had experimented a little and had licked up some of my own cum, but it didn't taste as good as this did. I let my tongue lick the shaft from the base to the head, letting it get slick with my spit. Then, I opened my mouth and put the head in. How could anyone ever take more than that? My mouth was filled and I just had his head inside! He started a slow, fucking motion, moving just an inch in and out of my mouth. He was very patient with me and never complained when I would scratch him with my teeth. As I got better, I realized that he was pushing in more and more of that meat. At one point, I began to gag and I tried to pull away, but he grabbed the back of my head and said, "just relax". I don't know what it was about this stranger that I had only known for an hour, but I trusted him, so I listened to what he told me to do. All of a sudden, my nose was in his pubic hair and his monster cock was all the way down my throat! A couple of times he had to slow down to keep from cumming too soon, but I felt like I had accomplished something that night. I was sure that not just everyone could deep throat his piece of meat.
We heard Christine's voice say, "so, you couldn't wait, huh, boys?" She chuckled as she took my hand and led me into the bedroom. Tim followed us, completely naked. She untied the satin belt on her robe and let the belt and the robe fall to the floor. My estimation of her at the gym a couple of days before had definitely been correct, she was perfect. Not only was she perfect but her boyfriend was too. She walked provocatively toward me and said in a sultry, low growl, "let's get these clothes off of you". Tim just stood and watched as she slowly pulled my T-shirt over my head and licked my smooth, tight chest. She pulled me to her by grabbing my ass and giving it a tight squeeze. I saw Tim take his rock hard cock in his hand and begin to stroke on it nice and slow. She unbuckled my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles before she knelt to remove my boots and socks. I stood there in their bedroom in a pair of white, Calvin Klein boxer briefs, with an erection that I was sure was bigger and harder than anything I had experienced since my eighth grade health class. Tim came forward then and began to massage my cock through my underwear. Christine pushed me down on the bed on my back and straddled my face; she looked at me longingly and said, "hungry?"
I took my hands and spread the lips of her cunt apart, she was already dripping her nectar. My tongue went in between the folds of her pink flesh to taste the hot, wet, honey. I stuck my tongue as far up inside of her as I possibly could, beginning a "fucking" motion. She began to squirm around on my face and soon her juices were all over me. I let my hands roam all over her tight body until they found her tight breasts. I gently played with the flesh as I sucked on her, pinching her nipples playfully. While I played with Christine, I felt Tim taking out my cock. I was hard and dripping precum and I knew if he played with it too much I would shoot all over him but having another man's hands on my dick was just too good to tell him to stop. Soon though, he moved up behind Christine, straddling my chest. She bent forward over my face and I soon felt an intruder beside my tongue up inside her cunt. It was that long, thick fucktool of his! He was fucking her as I lay underneath them. I licked his cock, then I would try to squeeze my tongue up her cunt beside his dick-this was fabulous.
Tim looked over her shoulder at me and asked me to scoot a little bit higher on the bed. I complied, not really knowing what he had in mind. When my cock was positioned just below her cunt, he said, "ok, now stick it in beside of mine". Had I heard him correctly? This was un-fuckin'-believable. I slid my cock in front of his greasy tool and listened to the moans coming from Christine. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she was filled up more than she had ever been filled before. Tim and I started a slow rhythm so we wouldn't run the risk of falling out of Christine or of hurting her. As she opened up we moved faster and faster. My cock was touching Tim's inside of his girlfriend and our legs were touching on the bed, my smooth ones next to his hairy ones. Every nerve ending in my body was electrified. Christine began to yell, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh", and then the moment came, "Ooooohhh gggoooooodddddd!"
We were all out of breath and panting like dogs in heat. It had been no small miracle that Tim or I neither one had cum yet and I didn't know about him, but I figured it wouldn't take much for me. Christine fell off of us, leaving our dripping, red cocks standing together with her fuck juice all over them. Tim slowly looked at me and I knew immediately what he wanted. Would I give it to him? I knew that I could leave at this point and that would be fine, but there was something yet unfulfilled inside of me that drove me to stay. Without a word, I turned around on the bed and placed my ass up close to his hot red cock. Before he put it inside of me he bent down and said, "I hope you know that I won't hurt you". I looked at him over my should and said, "for some reason, I trust you."
He slowly pushed his middle finger up inside of my ass and the feeling wasn't all that bad, in fact, after a moment, it felt good. I was getting more and more confused all the time by my reactions to this stud of a man, but I would have to think about that later because his cock head had just penetrated my hole. God, the pain was horrible. Tim stopped completely and asked if I wanted him to stop. I considered my options but hell, now I had to go one. I had to find out what this would feel like. I told him to go on but to just go slow. Christine was fingering her clit as she watched us, smiling distantly. He inched his monster piece of meat inside of me until I could feel his pubic hair against my ass. His cock head was
rubbing something inside of me that sent shivers running up along my naked back. He bent down and asked, "you ok?" I replied by pulling my ass out a few inches and ramming it back to the hilt. He began to fuck me, harder and faster, and I felt absolutely filled to the brim. He was slicing me in half and I never felt better! I turned my head back toward him and hoarsely said, "fuck me!" Time was getting so close but he gave me all of the strength he could muster in his last few thrusts. His hairy balls had drawn up tight in his sack and I could feel the pounding against my cheeks. He looked up toward the ceiling as he gave one long, final thrust into me.
"OH FUCKIN' SHIT", he cried out! I could feel the spasms of his orgasm as he shot his semen deep within my ass.
He collapsed on top of me and we both fell to the bed. His body was covered in perspiration and his cock softened while still up inside of my ass. His masculine scent was good and I breathed in deeply as his breathing became normal again. Suddenly, his soft prick was squeezed out of my hole. I felt empty, abandoned. My ass was swollen and red and I knew that I would be sore but I couldn't help wanting even more of him. Christine was enjoying our little voyeuristic show and was getting hot all over again. She spread her legs and asked me to fuck her again. I was willing to oblige. My hard cock slid into her already opened cunt with a slick suction type of sound. I knew that I couldn't last long but I began to pump her hole hard and fast. After only a couple of thrusts into her sloppy pussy, I threw my head back and screamed, "OH GAWD!"
The smell of sex was in the air as the three of us rested from our adventure. I knew that this dramatic scene would never be recreated, at least with these three players, but I had certainly been educated to the joys of bi-sexual sex. Christine asked if it would be ok if she took another shower. I told her that I would be gone when she was finished. There was a bittersweet air in the room because we had helped each other, I had helped her realize her fantasy, and she and Tim had been both teachers
and lovers to me. I would always be grateful for that. I relaxed on the bed until I heard the shower running. I suppose that I wanted to make the moment last as long as I possible could and besides, I wanted to see Tim in all of his naked glory for as long as I could. I stared at his beautiful hairy body so that the image would be permanently engrained in my mind. As I got up to leave, he handed me a small slip of paper. On it were two words and seven numbers. "Call me" plus his mobile number. He smiled without saying a word and bent down to kiss me. I opened my mouth to him and tasted his tongue. Yeah, I would call. Definitely.
Last week while I was going through my routine I noticed a beautiful woman staring at me. I never like to workout with headphones on because my concentration inevitably goes to the music rather than my muscles, so I have to admit that I was immediately distracted by the glances of this beautiful lady. She was dripping with perspiration as she did her time on the treadmill. The black spandex that she wore was pulled tightly over what appeared to be a flawless body, and the sweat was beginning to show up as wet patches in places. I tried to concentrate on my lifting but could not ignore the tingling that I felt in my crotch. When I looked again though, she was gone.
After I showered and was dressed in my suit to go back to the office for the afternoon, I walked out of the locker room and bumped into this beauty. She was magnificent! Standing about 5' 5", with shoulder length blonde, straight, hair, I once again felt that tingle in my crotch. It didn't take us long to begin a conversation and soon we found ourselves at the juice bar getting to know one another better. She told me that her name was Christina and it wasn't long until we were deep in conversation. In the next two days, we saw each other at the gym and for dinner each evening. At the end of our second evening, when I walked her to her front door, I bent down and kissed her good night. I hesitantly let my tongue find its way into her mouth and she returned my passion with a gusto that shocked me. When I asked her if I could come in, she looked at me very seriously for a moment and then nodded her head. I had no way of knowing that my life would change that night the way it did, for I was not prepared for the passion, and ecstasy that I would experience.
She asked me if she could speak to me frankly for a moment as we sat down on the sofa. I was not expecting to hear what she would say so very innocently, I said, "sure". She explained to me that she was very attracted to me and that she had been since the first time she had noticed me at the gym some time before I noticed her. She also told me that she was in a relationship with a very good looking, kind, and gentle, man. At this point, I figured that I was getting the brush off in one of the nicest ways possible. Then the bomb dropped! She told me that she loved her boyfriend, Tim, and that one of her biggest fantasies was to have a three-way with another man. Was I interested?
I was speechless. I had never even considered doing anything like that but her sincerity was difficult to turn down. She told me that Tim would soon be home from work and I would have an opportunity to meet him. She also warned me that he did know I would probably be there but that he wasn't too keen on the idea either. One of the stipulations of the arrangement was that we had to pleasure each other too, not just spend time with her. She wanted to see us touching each other and watch as we brought our bodies to the ultimate of orgasms. My mind told me that I was nuts to even consider this but my body was definitely telling me other things. In the end, my body won out!
In just a few moments, the door opened and a very handsome, masculine, man, walked through the door. I extended my hand to him and was pleased when he took it firmly to shake it. At least he wasn't some limp wristed, effeminate male, but a strong, rugged looking man. I was so confused. Tim sat down and put his arm around Christine and we got to know each other a little better. Both Tim and I admitted that we had never had any experience with another man and had honestly never thought about it but that, as long as boundaries were set, we guessed there was no harm in experimentation. Christine was thrilled! She jumped up and said she was heading for the shower leaving us alone in the living room. In all honesty, there wasn't even an uncomfortable moment between Tim and I. As soon as Christine left, we started talking as if we were old friends. I relaxed then; convincing myself that this was really no big deal.
Without any warning, Tim stood up and took my hand. His hand was big and rough, and he had dark hair on the back of his knuckles. For some reason, as I looked at his hand I got really turned on by that. I had no idea what was going on inside of my body but this was feeling pretty good. Tim was about 6' 4" and dark complected, I am only 5' 10' and lighter skinned, but standing there within inches of him seemed heavenly. I inhaled his scent as he stood near me, an odor that was as intoxicating as an aphrodisiac. He bent down and let his lips lightly touch mine and pulled back, checking to make sure that what he had done was all right. I put my hands on the back of his head in the thick, dark, curls, and pulled him back toward me. I opened my mouth while it was still inches away from his and stuck my tongue out so he would know exactly what I wanted. He became more aggressive and gave me his tongue then. I feasted on his meaty tongue, sucking it, and playing inside his open mouth. His arms roamed around my body, massaging my shoulders and back and I played with his curly hair until we were both completely out of breath. I would have never thought that kissing another man would be so hot, but Tim was taking me places that I had never been to before.
As our bodies rubbed erotically together, I discovered that I wanted to see him aked. I could never remember, ever wanting to see another man naked before, but right now that was all I had on my mind. While our tongues played tag inside our mouths, I reached up and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. Slowly, I went down until I had loosened the one closest to his belt. I took my hands and spread the two sides of his shirt open to reveal a forest of dark, curly, chest hair. He pulled back slowly while I massaged his pectorals and pinched his nipples. He looked at me with those dark, sexy eyes and said two words, "suck them". I was on his nipples so fast, sucking and chewing on them until they were red and standing up away from his beautiful coat of fur. His nipples were large, about the size of half-dollars. They were much larger than some women's were I had been with, so I was enjoying my feast. I let my tongue leave a trail of wet hair as I slowly lowered myself to my knees in front of him. I reached up to unbuckle his belt and I saw a sweet look of atisfaction in his eyes. Even though I had never done this before, I knew that I could please him in a way no woman ever could. His body was hot to my touch as I unzipped his jeans and slid them over his perfect hips. His plain, white boxers were tented in the front by an unbelievably large tool, and the wet spot proved to me that I must have been doing something right.
For the first time, I was a little hesitant about this. I was experienced at oral sex, but at receiving it, not giving it. Could I really handle this huge cock? I put my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off. His penis was probably nine inches long, thick, and dripping precum all over. I looked up at him, knowing that I would disappoint him, and said, "I don't think I can take all of this". He smiled tenderly and said, "Everyone has a little trouble at first, but I
promise we will go slow. Just try a little at a time until you get used to it." With that bit of encouragement, I took my tongue and licked a big glob of precum from the head of his cock. This was so unusual, not really sweet, but not really salty either. I had experimented a little and had licked up some of my own cum, but it didn't taste as good as this did. I let my tongue lick the shaft from the base to the head, letting it get slick with my spit. Then, I opened my mouth and put the head in. How could anyone ever take more than that? My mouth was filled and I just had his head inside! He started a slow, fucking motion, moving just an inch in and out of my mouth. He was very patient with me and never complained when I would scratch him with my teeth. As I got better, I realized that he was pushing in more and more of that meat. At one point, I began to gag and I tried to pull away, but he grabbed the back of my head and said, "just relax". I don't know what it was about this stranger that I had only known for an hour, but I trusted him, so I listened to what he told me to do. All of a sudden, my nose was in his pubic hair and his monster cock was all the way down my throat! A couple of times he had to slow down to keep from cumming too soon, but I felt like I had accomplished something that night. I was sure that not just everyone could deep throat his piece of meat.
We heard Christine's voice say, "so, you couldn't wait, huh, boys?" She chuckled as she took my hand and led me into the bedroom. Tim followed us, completely naked. She untied the satin belt on her robe and let the belt and the robe fall to the floor. My estimation of her at the gym a couple of days before had definitely been correct, she was perfect. Not only was she perfect but her boyfriend was too. She walked provocatively toward me and said in a sultry, low growl, "let's get these clothes off of you". Tim just stood and watched as she slowly pulled my T-shirt over my head and licked my smooth, tight chest. She pulled me to her by grabbing my ass and giving it a tight squeeze. I saw Tim take his rock hard cock in his hand and begin to stroke on it nice and slow. She unbuckled my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles before she knelt to remove my boots and socks. I stood there in their bedroom in a pair of white, Calvin Klein boxer briefs, with an erection that I was sure was bigger and harder than anything I had experienced since my eighth grade health class. Tim came forward then and began to massage my cock through my underwear. Christine pushed me down on the bed on my back and straddled my face; she looked at me longingly and said, "hungry?"
I took my hands and spread the lips of her cunt apart, she was already dripping her nectar. My tongue went in between the folds of her pink flesh to taste the hot, wet, honey. I stuck my tongue as far up inside of her as I possibly could, beginning a "fucking" motion. She began to squirm around on my face and soon her juices were all over me. I let my hands roam all over her tight body until they found her tight breasts. I gently played with the flesh as I sucked on her, pinching her nipples playfully. While I played with Christine, I felt Tim taking out my cock. I was hard and dripping precum and I knew if he played with it too much I would shoot all over him but having another man's hands on my dick was just too good to tell him to stop. Soon though, he moved up behind Christine, straddling my chest. She bent forward over my face and I soon felt an intruder beside my tongue up inside her cunt. It was that long, thick fucktool of his! He was fucking her as I lay underneath them. I licked his cock, then I would try to squeeze my tongue up her cunt beside his dick-this was fabulous.
Tim looked over her shoulder at me and asked me to scoot a little bit higher on the bed. I complied, not really knowing what he had in mind. When my cock was positioned just below her cunt, he said, "ok, now stick it in beside of mine". Had I heard him correctly? This was un-fuckin'-believable. I slid my cock in front of his greasy tool and listened to the moans coming from Christine. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she was filled up more than she had ever been filled before. Tim and I started a slow rhythm so we wouldn't run the risk of falling out of Christine or of hurting her. As she opened up we moved faster and faster. My cock was touching Tim's inside of his girlfriend and our legs were touching on the bed, my smooth ones next to his hairy ones. Every nerve ending in my body was electrified. Christine began to yell, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh", and then the moment came, "Ooooohhh gggoooooodddddd!"
We were all out of breath and panting like dogs in heat. It had been no small miracle that Tim or I neither one had cum yet and I didn't know about him, but I figured it wouldn't take much for me. Christine fell off of us, leaving our dripping, red cocks standing together with her fuck juice all over them. Tim slowly looked at me and I knew immediately what he wanted. Would I give it to him? I knew that I could leave at this point and that would be fine, but there was something yet unfulfilled inside of me that drove me to stay. Without a word, I turned around on the bed and placed my ass up close to his hot red cock. Before he put it inside of me he bent down and said, "I hope you know that I won't hurt you". I looked at him over my should and said, "for some reason, I trust you."
He slowly pushed his middle finger up inside of my ass and the feeling wasn't all that bad, in fact, after a moment, it felt good. I was getting more and more confused all the time by my reactions to this stud of a man, but I would have to think about that later because his cock head had just penetrated my hole. God, the pain was horrible. Tim stopped completely and asked if I wanted him to stop. I considered my options but hell, now I had to go one. I had to find out what this would feel like. I told him to go on but to just go slow. Christine was fingering her clit as she watched us, smiling distantly. He inched his monster piece of meat inside of me until I could feel his pubic hair against my ass. His cock head was
rubbing something inside of me that sent shivers running up along my naked back. He bent down and asked, "you ok?" I replied by pulling my ass out a few inches and ramming it back to the hilt. He began to fuck me, harder and faster, and I felt absolutely filled to the brim. He was slicing me in half and I never felt better! I turned my head back toward him and hoarsely said, "fuck me!" Time was getting so close but he gave me all of the strength he could muster in his last few thrusts. His hairy balls had drawn up tight in his sack and I could feel the pounding against my cheeks. He looked up toward the ceiling as he gave one long, final thrust into me.
"OH FUCKIN' SHIT", he cried out! I could feel the spasms of his orgasm as he shot his semen deep within my ass.
He collapsed on top of me and we both fell to the bed. His body was covered in perspiration and his cock softened while still up inside of my ass. His masculine scent was good and I breathed in deeply as his breathing became normal again. Suddenly, his soft prick was squeezed out of my hole. I felt empty, abandoned. My ass was swollen and red and I knew that I would be sore but I couldn't help wanting even more of him. Christine was enjoying our little voyeuristic show and was getting hot all over again. She spread her legs and asked me to fuck her again. I was willing to oblige. My hard cock slid into her already opened cunt with a slick suction type of sound. I knew that I couldn't last long but I began to pump her hole hard and fast. After only a couple of thrusts into her sloppy pussy, I threw my head back and screamed, "OH GAWD!"
The smell of sex was in the air as the three of us rested from our adventure. I knew that this dramatic scene would never be recreated, at least with these three players, but I had certainly been educated to the joys of bi-sexual sex. Christine asked if it would be ok if she took another shower. I told her that I would be gone when she was finished. There was a bittersweet air in the room because we had helped each other, I had helped her realize her fantasy, and she and Tim had been both teachers
and lovers to me. I would always be grateful for that. I relaxed on the bed until I heard the shower running. I suppose that I wanted to make the moment last as long as I possible could and besides, I wanted to see Tim in all of his naked glory for as long as I could. I stared at his beautiful hairy body so that the image would be permanently engrained in my mind. As I got up to leave, he handed me a small slip of paper. On it were two words and seven numbers. "Call me" plus his mobile number. He smiled without saying a word and bent down to kiss me. I opened my mouth to him and tasted his tongue. Yeah, I would call. Definitely.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Not everyone has good organisational skills
Last Friday, I got an email from a gay male reader. This reader told me that during a recent encounter with another guy, he had remembered my claim to be an organised person:
reader: This evening, I was on an "encounter" and I mentioned you to him. This guy was complaining that he didn't have enough time in his day for b/f, encounters, work, rest and hobbies. "Get yourself organised," I told him, "it works for a gay banker I know!!"
Presumably the conversation that the reader is referring to was after activities, and not during! Anyway, after I'd exchanged a few more emails with this reader, he told me the full story about the encounter:
Wednesday evening, after supper with some mates, I get home late with the b/f. After a while, b/f goes upstairs to bed as is customary, because he likes to have a cool bed to get into! I log on to gaydar and within a few minutes, I'm accosted by a handsome South American guy I have spoken to once or twice already. His manner is a little abrupt, but I am used to this now and he seems friendly, as opposed to just a boorish "pics m8, watcha into" kind of guy. But who can tell?
Anyhow, he tells me about a 3 way that he and his mate, who I'll call X, have just had. I search for X and he looks like a very sexy bloke, something in his eyes and expression. My thoughts are that I would like very much at some point to have an encounter with X, and send a cheeky message to him saying 'hello' and 'how lovely it'd be to meet if he would like some other night'. After all, I know that he has already had his oats this evening! X's response is positive and I go to bed feeling content.
The following evening X sends me a message while I am cooking supper for myself, as my b/f is out on an encounter of his own. His message goes something like "Are you online, and would you like to come round this evening, in about an hour as I am presently cooking dinner". I was, I would and I did! I greedily eat up the chicken soup that I'd cooked myself, and manage to arrive at his home at around 10.00.
He was indeed a lovely looking guy, and was most hospitable and welcoming. His home was DREADFUL however, packed with boxes and nick knacks, dusty bottles of firewater from around the globe, china figurines, piles of JUNK everywhere and nowhere to sit. He had a leather covered sofa too, which seemed slightly fetishistic, for some reason, something to do with its context as opposed to just the leather. It was all a little strange, to me at least, and I wondered how he lived like that. I even asked. His answer was "come and see the bedroom".
We moved into the bedroom and NASTY is the only word. It was cold in there, like a storeroom with a bed in the middle. I shivered and made do, as he was hugely physically attractive to me, and I figured that once we began to fool around I'd forget the decor and warm up too! We did have a fun old time, and I did warm up and forget the assault to my visual senses that was his home, but once we finished and were lying there [NOT cuddling :-( ] I came back to it all.
So I asked him outright, "Why is your home such a complete mess?"
Abrupt old me, straight to the point, not always a diplomat, foot in mouth etc. I did think he might be offended, but I was smiling as I said it, and I wanted to know. His answer?
"I don't have time, what with my b/f and meeting guys on the net, running marathons, work, fun travel, my home just gets left out."
You know what my answer was ...
reader: This evening, I was on an "encounter" and I mentioned you to him. This guy was complaining that he didn't have enough time in his day for b/f, encounters, work, rest and hobbies. "Get yourself organised," I told him, "it works for a gay banker I know!!"
Presumably the conversation that the reader is referring to was after activities, and not during! Anyway, after I'd exchanged a few more emails with this reader, he told me the full story about the encounter:
Wednesday evening, after supper with some mates, I get home late with the b/f. After a while, b/f goes upstairs to bed as is customary, because he likes to have a cool bed to get into! I log on to gaydar and within a few minutes, I'm accosted by a handsome South American guy I have spoken to once or twice already. His manner is a little abrupt, but I am used to this now and he seems friendly, as opposed to just a boorish "pics m8, watcha into" kind of guy. But who can tell?
Anyhow, he tells me about a 3 way that he and his mate, who I'll call X, have just had. I search for X and he looks like a very sexy bloke, something in his eyes and expression. My thoughts are that I would like very much at some point to have an encounter with X, and send a cheeky message to him saying 'hello' and 'how lovely it'd be to meet if he would like some other night'. After all, I know that he has already had his oats this evening! X's response is positive and I go to bed feeling content.
The following evening X sends me a message while I am cooking supper for myself, as my b/f is out on an encounter of his own. His message goes something like "Are you online, and would you like to come round this evening, in about an hour as I am presently cooking dinner". I was, I would and I did! I greedily eat up the chicken soup that I'd cooked myself, and manage to arrive at his home at around 10.00.
He was indeed a lovely looking guy, and was most hospitable and welcoming. His home was DREADFUL however, packed with boxes and nick knacks, dusty bottles of firewater from around the globe, china figurines, piles of JUNK everywhere and nowhere to sit. He had a leather covered sofa too, which seemed slightly fetishistic, for some reason, something to do with its context as opposed to just the leather. It was all a little strange, to me at least, and I wondered how he lived like that. I even asked. His answer was "come and see the bedroom".
We moved into the bedroom and NASTY is the only word. It was cold in there, like a storeroom with a bed in the middle. I shivered and made do, as he was hugely physically attractive to me, and I figured that once we began to fool around I'd forget the decor and warm up too! We did have a fun old time, and I did warm up and forget the assault to my visual senses that was his home, but once we finished and were lying there [NOT cuddling :-( ] I came back to it all.
So I asked him outright, "Why is your home such a complete mess?"
Abrupt old me, straight to the point, not always a diplomat, foot in mouth etc. I did think he might be offended, but I was smiling as I said it, and I wanted to know. His answer?
"I don't have time, what with my b/f and meeting guys on the net, running marathons, work, fun travel, my home just gets left out."
You know what my answer was ...
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Used underwear
I just came across this on-line:
It got me thinking as I need to tidy out my underwear drawer - would anyone buy my used udnerwear??
HOT STUD's underwear for sale! Clean / Worn / Cum / Piss / Sweaty / Unwashed / etc. I’m a fitness buff that workout in gym 3 times a week. Hot swimmers’ bod!!! For men with a fetish for used underwear! All items are clean unless you request otherwise.
It got me thinking as I need to tidy out my underwear drawer - would anyone buy my used udnerwear??
Some dude going wild on his plastic doll!
I've used toys before but I'm not sure I'd want to go this far. The thought of fucking a plastic doll doesn't really turn me on.
Fundoshi and naked Japanese males
I got an e-mail from my mate, Ashley, this morning asking if I'd heard of 'Fundoshi'. I had to admit that I hadn't but a quick Google told me all I needed to know. According to Wikipedia:
It went on to say:
Needless to say the reference to underwear and jockstrap got me interested.
I found a guide as to how to tie a fundoshi here. It looks pretty complicated so i think I'll stick to my jockstraps and thongs for the time being.
But the best thing I came across was naked toyko whcih describes itself as:
Check it out - it has some great photos of naked Japanese guys. I didn't realise Japan was so open and fun. Here are some photos from the site:
The fundoshi is a traditional Japanese male loincloth, made from a strip of cotton cloth, one "shaku" (traditional Japanese foot, 35 cm = 14 inches) wide and about 2.4 m (92 to 96 inches, = "six-foot", hence roku-shaku) long, which is twisted to create a thong effect at the back.
It went on to say:
Fundoshi are still used as traditional swimsuits. In some high schools, boys do the long-distance sea swim wearing the fundoshi. The present Crown Prince of Japan also swam in fundoshi in his childhood. In the pools and beaches of Japan, fundoshi swimmers can still be seen.
Fundoshi are still used as traditional sports underwear; like a Jock strap the rokushaku fundoshi is tight on the scrotum and lifts the penis to the side upwards positions.
Needless to say the reference to underwear and jockstrap got me interested.
I found a guide as to how to tie a fundoshi here. It looks pretty complicated so i think I'll stick to my jockstraps and thongs for the time being.
But the best thing I came across was naked toyko whcih describes itself as:
Naked Japanese male celebrities revealed, onsen photos and pics from Japanese naked festivals. This blog is intended for adults who appreciate Japanese male beauty.
Check it out - it has some great photos of naked Japanese guys. I didn't realise Japan was so open and fun. Here are some photos from the site:
Monday, January 22, 2007
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Obituary: Gay boy comes to London
I was looking at GBD's blog at the weekend, when I saw the following comment from GBL on GBD's most recent posting:
GBL: "... Just a quick one, wanted to let you know that GBL is out the door. Over an incident at the hols. ..."
I immediately tried to bring up GBL's blog (formerly at gayboyinlondon.blogspot.com), and as expected, it doesn't exist any more. How upsetting :-(.
GBL was a happy-go-lucky kind of guy from Trinidad and Tobago. The last posting of his that I can remember reading said that he was returning to Trinidad and Tobago for Christmas. Presumably something terrible happened while he was there. I guess we'll never know what that was :-((.
His blog was titled "Gay boy comes to London", with the sub-title "The happenings of a small countryside gay boy from the tropical twin republic, caribbean island of Trinidad & Tobago, caught in the middle of Central London traffic". One the most memorable things about GBL's blog was the beautiful pictures that he sometimes posted of guys kissing each other. For me, it was his trademark. I don't know how he managed to find so many good pictures, always high quality, never pornographic, but always somewhat erotic! It was very well done.
Is there life after blogging? Somehow GBL was able to communicate with us from the after-blog-life via that brief comment on GBD's blog. Who knows if GBL will ever read this, or whether he'll have the ability for further communication? But if you can communicate with us GBL, please let us know how you are. The same fate possibly awaits us all one day.
GBL: "... Just a quick one, wanted to let you know that GBL is out the door. Over an incident at the hols. ..."
I immediately tried to bring up GBL's blog (formerly at gayboyinlondon.blogspot.com), and as expected, it doesn't exist any more. How upsetting :-(.
GBL was a happy-go-lucky kind of guy from Trinidad and Tobago. The last posting of his that I can remember reading said that he was returning to Trinidad and Tobago for Christmas. Presumably something terrible happened while he was there. I guess we'll never know what that was :-((.
His blog was titled "Gay boy comes to London", with the sub-title "The happenings of a small countryside gay boy from the tropical twin republic, caribbean island of Trinidad & Tobago, caught in the middle of Central London traffic". One the most memorable things about GBL's blog was the beautiful pictures that he sometimes posted of guys kissing each other. For me, it was his trademark. I don't know how he managed to find so many good pictures, always high quality, never pornographic, but always somewhat erotic! It was very well done.
Is there life after blogging? Somehow GBL was able to communicate with us from the after-blog-life via that brief comment on GBD's blog. Who knows if GBL will ever read this, or whether he'll have the ability for further communication? But if you can communicate with us GBL, please let us know how you are. The same fate possibly awaits us all one day.
A bit of fun with a Geordie
It's early afternoon on the first Saturday of 2007, I'm at home in London, and it's pouring with rain outside :-(. Boyfriend number 1 has just popped into town to buy some stuff from John Lewis, so I'm home alone. As a result of my holiday with boyfriend number 2 last month, followed closely by Christmas with boyfriend number 1, I haven't met any new guys for ages, so I decide to log onto gaydar and see if I can still remember how to cruise online.
Luckily I can :-). Going into the chat rooms, I spot several guys who look attractive and who are not too far away from me either. But before I can start chatting to any of them, another guy starts chatting to me:
guy: hi, busy?
GB: errr no m8, just logged in :-)
guy: so got any plans for this pm?
We chat for a while, and it seems that this guy does have a plan for the afternoon. His plan is to first have a bit of fun with another guy while his flatmate is out, and then go to the gym.
GB: good plan m8!
guy: perhaps u cud help me with my plan, got any face pix?
GB: LOL, sure, hang on, u got any :-)
We exchange pics and soon it's all arranged. Unfortunately it's still raining outside, so I grab my umbrella and head off. It turns out to be my lucky day, because in spite of the rain, I manage to hail a taxi. I send the guy a txt msg to let him know that I'm on my way, and soon we're driving up the road where he lives.
The house where he lives turns out to be a block of flats on a council estate, so once the cabbie has dropped me off, I phone the guy to find out what his flat number is.
"Hi this is GB," I start, "I'm outside getting wet! What number are you?"
"Great, let me come out and see if I can see you," he replies with a Geordie accent, "I'm on the third floor."
I look round and sure enough there's a guy waving at me from the third floor, so I make my way up. He's smiling at me from his door as I approach.
"Come in," he says, "nasty weather eh! Here, let me take yer coat."
"Thanks, that's great :-)," I reply, "so where do you want me?"
Face to face he looks exactly like the pics on his profile. He's in his late 20's, with pale skin and slightly ginger hair, so as usual I wonder what colour he is downstairs. Noticing a pile of shoes by the door, together with the fact that the guy is barefoot, I decide that the polite thing to do would be to leave my shoes at the door too.
"Just come into the main room when you're ready," he says smiling.
Having taken my shoes and socks off, I decide to take my shirt and trousers off too. As I join him in the main room, he switches off the sport that he'd been watching on television, and turns to me and smiles.
"You don't waste any time do you mate?" he says approvingly, looking me up and down.
Sitting down on the sofa next to him, I kiss him gently on the lips, before helping him off with the t-shirt that he's wearing. Gradually we get more involved with each other, and soon we're taking our trousers off too. Reaching down, I feel him through his undershorts. He's a big lad!
"Mmmmmm, that feels good mate :-)," he moans, "OK, let me get me kecks off!"
[ kecks (or kegs, or perhaps even kex): now there's an interesting word! I've only ever heard it used by guys from northern England and Scotland. Given the context that I've heard it used in, I reckon it's always meant a guy's undershorts. But kecks is defined as trousers on urbandictionary.com, although their definition of kegs is a bit closer to the mark. So I actually tried to update urbandictionary.com. These days new entries need the approval of an editor, although anyone can be an editor! But the annoying this is that my new definition of kecks keeps getting 'cancelled' for some reason before an editor gets a chance to review it! If anyone can explain to me what's going on I'd be very grateful. ]
And as expected, he's ginger downstairs, and we have a lovely time together.
"Does your flatmate know you're gay?" I ask afterwards.
"Errr yes mate, just a bit, actually he's my ex-boyfriend!"
"Oh really? Isn't that a bit difficult?"
"It works out OK actually," he replies, "we were always good mates :-)."
Following through with his plan, we chat a bit more while he gradually gets ready to go to the gym.
"So what line of work are you in," I ask, as I'm putting my undershorts back on.
"I'm a dancer, working in a show in the West End at the moment actually."
"That's interesting," I reply, "so are most most male dancers gay?"
"Well yeah," he says grinning, "there's no two ways about it. Yeah!"
Outside it's still raining. We leave his flat together, and for a short distance I shelter him under my umbrella because he hasn't bothered to bring one of his own. Soon we reach the road, and he points me in the direction of the best bus stop to get me back home. Sometimes when there aren't any taxis around I'll use buses, although I do prefer taxis.
"Thanks for coming over," he says as he heads off in the other direction, "see you online :-)."
As I wander off in search of a taxi, I think about the male dancers that I've known. I met one young dancer for a bit of fun before work back in 2005, and then there's also Frozen Flame, although I never met him of course. There must be some straight male dancers out there, but I guess I just haven't met any of them!
Luckily I can :-). Going into the chat rooms, I spot several guys who look attractive and who are not too far away from me either. But before I can start chatting to any of them, another guy starts chatting to me:
guy: hi, busy?
GB: errr no m8, just logged in :-)
guy: so got any plans for this pm?
We chat for a while, and it seems that this guy does have a plan for the afternoon. His plan is to first have a bit of fun with another guy while his flatmate is out, and then go to the gym.
GB: good plan m8!
guy: perhaps u cud help me with my plan, got any face pix?
GB: LOL, sure, hang on, u got any :-)
We exchange pics and soon it's all arranged. Unfortunately it's still raining outside, so I grab my umbrella and head off. It turns out to be my lucky day, because in spite of the rain, I manage to hail a taxi. I send the guy a txt msg to let him know that I'm on my way, and soon we're driving up the road where he lives.
The house where he lives turns out to be a block of flats on a council estate, so once the cabbie has dropped me off, I phone the guy to find out what his flat number is.
"Hi this is GB," I start, "I'm outside getting wet! What number are you?"
"Great, let me come out and see if I can see you," he replies with a Geordie accent, "I'm on the third floor."I look round and sure enough there's a guy waving at me from the third floor, so I make my way up. He's smiling at me from his door as I approach.
"Come in," he says, "nasty weather eh! Here, let me take yer coat."
"Thanks, that's great :-)," I reply, "so where do you want me?"
Face to face he looks exactly like the pics on his profile. He's in his late 20's, with pale skin and slightly ginger hair, so as usual I wonder what colour he is downstairs. Noticing a pile of shoes by the door, together with the fact that the guy is barefoot, I decide that the polite thing to do would be to leave my shoes at the door too.
"Just come into the main room when you're ready," he says smiling.
Having taken my shoes and socks off, I decide to take my shirt and trousers off too. As I join him in the main room, he switches off the sport that he'd been watching on television, and turns to me and smiles.
"You don't waste any time do you mate?" he says approvingly, looking me up and down.
Sitting down on the sofa next to him, I kiss him gently on the lips, before helping him off with the t-shirt that he's wearing. Gradually we get more involved with each other, and soon we're taking our trousers off too. Reaching down, I feel him through his undershorts. He's a big lad!
"Mmmmmm, that feels good mate :-)," he moans, "OK, let me get me kecks off!"[ kecks (or kegs, or perhaps even kex): now there's an interesting word! I've only ever heard it used by guys from northern England and Scotland. Given the context that I've heard it used in, I reckon it's always meant a guy's undershorts. But kecks is defined as trousers on urbandictionary.com, although their definition of kegs is a bit closer to the mark. So I actually tried to update urbandictionary.com. These days new entries need the approval of an editor, although anyone can be an editor! But the annoying this is that my new definition of kecks keeps getting 'cancelled' for some reason before an editor gets a chance to review it! If anyone can explain to me what's going on I'd be very grateful. ]
And as expected, he's ginger downstairs, and we have a lovely time together.
"Does your flatmate know you're gay?" I ask afterwards.
"Errr yes mate, just a bit, actually he's my ex-boyfriend!"
"Oh really? Isn't that a bit difficult?"
"It works out OK actually," he replies, "we were always good mates :-)."
Following through with his plan, we chat a bit more while he gradually gets ready to go to the gym.
"So what line of work are you in," I ask, as I'm putting my undershorts back on.
"I'm a dancer, working in a show in the West End at the moment actually."
"That's interesting," I reply, "so are most most male dancers gay?"
"Well yeah," he says grinning, "there's no two ways about it. Yeah!"
Outside it's still raining. We leave his flat together, and for a short distance I shelter him under my umbrella because he hasn't bothered to bring one of his own. Soon we reach the road, and he points me in the direction of the best bus stop to get me back home. Sometimes when there aren't any taxis around I'll use buses, although I do prefer taxis.
"Thanks for coming over," he says as he heads off in the other direction, "see you online :-)."
As I wander off in search of a taxi, I think about the male dancers that I've known. I met one young dancer for a bit of fun before work back in 2005, and then there's also Frozen Flame, although I never met him of course. There must be some straight male dancers out there, but I guess I just haven't met any of them!
Saturday, January 20, 2007
First wank since the op!
I had my first wank this morning since my operation. Well actually it was Kim wanking me - I just laid back and relaxed. We'd just woken up and I was in that sleepy chilled out phase. She was really gentle and took it slowly. Not having cum for a week I came quite a bit and provided us both with a lovely start to breakfast!
Friday, January 19, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Capitalism. Good or bad? Discuss ...
The story so far ...
It all started when mr. F left a comment on a recent posting of mine. Anyone who links through to the recent posting of his that he refers to in his comment will see that he has started to boycott a few multinational corporations.
Long time readers of this blog will know that I'm a reader of The Economist magazine, and some of my views do match the editorials that I read there. So I felt that I had to leave a comment on mr. F's recent posting saying
GB: "I must say, it seems like a pretty arbitrary list [of corporations], because there are so many multinational companies these days. Monopoly is capitalism's big problem. I would argue that over the last 200 years or so, capitalism has been very successful in raising the living standard of Western society. However the system does seem to tend towards monopolies, and as you suggest, monopolies are bad news!"
In response to that, a few hours ago mr. F left a comment on another recent posting of mine saying
mr. F: "Capitalism has improved the standards of living in western societies but destroyed so many others to achieve that. Look at Africa and Asia. Who made that mess? Themselves?"
The implication of the comment is that both Asia and Africa are 'a mess'. I agree that there are problems in Africa, but I cannot agree that the same is true about Asia, far from it. Asia is currently billed as the economic powerhouse of the future, especially China. I also think that since the colonial era passed away about 40 years ago, at this point third world countries are mainly responsible for any problems that they may face.
Anyway, having cobbled together the story so far, does anyone else have anything to say on the subject?
It all started when mr. F left a comment on a recent posting of mine. Anyone who links through to the recent posting of his that he refers to in his comment will see that he has started to boycott a few multinational corporations.
Long time readers of this blog will know that I'm a reader of The Economist magazine, and some of my views do match the editorials that I read there. So I felt that I had to leave a comment on mr. F's recent posting saying
GB: "I must say, it seems like a pretty arbitrary list [of corporations], because there are so many multinational companies these days. Monopoly is capitalism's big problem. I would argue that over the last 200 years or so, capitalism has been very successful in raising the living standard of Western society. However the system does seem to tend towards monopolies, and as you suggest, monopolies are bad news!"
In response to that, a few hours ago mr. F left a comment on another recent posting of mine saying
mr. F: "Capitalism has improved the standards of living in western societies but destroyed so many others to achieve that. Look at Africa and Asia. Who made that mess? Themselves?"
The implication of the comment is that both Asia and Africa are 'a mess'. I agree that there are problems in Africa, but I cannot agree that the same is true about Asia, far from it. Asia is currently billed as the economic powerhouse of the future, especially China. I also think that since the colonial era passed away about 40 years ago, at this point third world countries are mainly responsible for any problems that they may face.
Anyway, having cobbled together the story so far, does anyone else have anything to say on the subject?
This week
Well guys I haven't posted for a week or so as I've been in hospital
for surgery. It'd been planned for a while but it was my first time
under general anaesthetic and I didn't realise how tired I'd be. Plus I'm pretty sore where I had the surgery too. Whilst I was lying in bed I made Sugasm #62 which I've posted below. Enjoy and hopefully I'll be posting again soon.
Jamie
xx
for surgery. It'd been planned for a while but it was my first time
under general anaesthetic and I didn't realise how tired I'd be. Plus I'm pretty sore where I had the surgery too. Whilst I was lying in bed I made Sugasm #62 which I've posted below. Enjoy and hopefully I'll be posting again soon.
Jamie
xx
Sugasm #62
The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #63? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Slut (http://lafillemariee.blogspot.com)
“I fucked one man at the request of another, in exactly the way asked for. Then I reported what happened to the one who requested it.”
When Clients Look Like Relatives (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)
“I walked out the door, saw a man standing there and almost puked.”
Low Class Stripper? Classism and society’s view of adult entertainment (http://fullfrontalpolitics.com)
“For a lot of women sex work is a last-ditch option, something we all consider in the back of our minds when we’re growing up; we ask ourselves once or twice, if we needed the money, would we strip?”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Playboy Soldiers (http://sugarbank.com)
Editors’ Choice
Where the Wild Things Are (http://kinkyfarmwife.blogspot.com)
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Call It Arm-Twisting (http://www.betweensheets.net)
Discovering Their Sexy Secrets (http://dirtydetails.blogspot.com)
Erotica in 2007 (http://sabrinainstockings.com)
I LIKE being a slut! (http://kyliecallme.com/diary)
Making Choices About Time & Energy….. (http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)
Sex Work
One of the other things I do is teach (http://thismuse.blogspot.com)
BDSM and Fetish
A date with the (new) Dom (http://plum001.blogspot.com)
Homecoming (http://pandorablake.blogspot.com)
Kiss Goddess Soles and worship (http://www.princessfetishmoneyslave.com)
My first D/S experience with a couple (http://brooklynrake.blogspot.com)
An Orgasm Denial Essay by Ms Ava of www.cockcontrol.com (http://www.orgasmdenialblog.com)
T is for ternion (http://redvelvetropeburn.com)
Sex News, Reviews
iPlug Vibrating Anal Plug Review (http://stilettodiaries.blogspot.com)
My New Toy (http://ellabeecoquette.blogspot.com)
Not About Love - it’s about beauty (http://sexdriver.blogspot.com)
Up and coming babes for 2007 (http://pornhater.com)
You’re All Invited to My Most Erotic Birthday Yet! (http://www.taratainton.com)
Sex Advice
How To Shave My Pussy (http://www.model-chat.com)
Reader Q&A: The Man Who Couldn’t Blow His Load (http://smutandsteff.com)
Sex and Politics
Why are baby girls in India Dying (http://deliciously-naughty.typepad.com)
NSFW Pics (& videos)
Every good student should have a world map… (http://mapgirls.blogspot.com)
Happy HNT - Boxing bondage (http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)
I Like My Cock (http://edinerotica.blogspot.com)
New Year (http://hothardcock.blogspot.com)
Erotic Writing and Experiences
Bisexual by Proxy 2 (http://perverselypoly.blogspot.com)
Confluence of Hedonists #4 (http://www.easilyaroused.co.uk)
Displayed (http://pick-up-pieces.blogspot.com)
I Want You Horny-The Conclusion (http://watchingmywife.blogspot.com)
Lead Me Not Into Temptation (http://sexandtheivy.com)
Love Thy Neighbor (http://eroticjournals.blogspot.com)
Me, Her, and Him 4 (http://erotischism.blogspot.com)
Melanie And I (http://mandyseroticlife.blogspot.com)
More Dirty Little Girl (http://cumslutandsupercock.blogspot.com)
New Year’s Eve (http://sugarbutch.blogspot.com)
No Sex in the Champagne Room? (http://sexdemon.blogspot.com)
Our First Foursome (http://hommeandfemme.blogspot.com)
Red (http://ellesnovellas.blogspot.com)
Sex Cam Adventures (http://dirtylittlecockslut.blogspot.com)
Take Me (http://nocloudnine.blogspot.com)
That Look (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)
Sexy lace panties courtesy of How About Now?
Updated 3:22am, Jan 18 - bad links fixed.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
A long long time ago ...
A long long time ago, in a land far far away, I didn't always take taxis when travelling around London. Somehow, I had managed to cobble together enough resources to get myself a tiny little car, and I would actually risk driving myself around town on a regular basis. Life was pretty scary in those days.
Late one night, back in those distant times, on an almost deserted road, I can remember one particularly frightening incident (okay okay, it was Gracechurch Street in about 1991). I was happily driving my little car, minding my own business, when suddenly I see a police car behind me with flashing lights. I had no choice but to pull over and take what was coming to me :-(.
"Would you step out of the car please sir?"
"Errr OK officer."
"Step this way please."
I follow the copper round to the back of my car where his partner is waiting for me.
"Open the boot please, sir."
I duly comply. After a thorough search, they're not at all satisfied.
"OK, can I see your driving licence please, sir?"
I fish my driving licence out of my wallet, and hand it over. They look me up and down. Why, oh why, did I have to dress so gay that night? Luckily though, my driving licence divulges to them one of my qualifications.
"So you're a doctor eh? Sir!!"
"Ummmm, errrr, yes actually, I've got a PhD."
After a couple more questions, somehow he can tell that I'm not making it up. And from that moment on, the mood lightens considerably :-).
Soon I'm re-joining my friends in the car. We'd spent a happy evening at The Amateur Strip Contest in the White Swan (yes, it really has been going for that long), and I was in the process of giving them a lift home.
"How strange," I remark as I drive away, leaving the police car behind me. "That's never happened to me before, I wondered why they pulled me over?"
Everyone is quiet. It's boyfriend number 1, who's sitting on the back seat behind me, who breaks the silence. "You can be very naïve sometimes GB!"
"Uh huh," I reply confused, "what's up then?"
"Well," replies my friend who's sitting in the front passenger seat, "it's because of me!"
And suddenly it dawns on me. This friend looks almost exactly like Mr T. If that wasn't enough, it's clear that he doesn't belong in the car because he's too big for the seat he's sitting in. With a big black guy in a car where he looks uncomfortable, I guess we were sitting ducks!
The only reason for posting this story today is because of cuteCTguy's story yesterday. Although CuteCTGuy doesn't look like a terrorist to me, surely successful terrorists are exactly the ones who blend in? Anyway, after what happened to me back in 1991, I'm not going to try and pretend that the police aren't ever prejudiced!
Late one night, back in those distant times, on an almost deserted road, I can remember one particularly frightening incident (okay okay, it was Gracechurch Street in about 1991). I was happily driving my little car, minding my own business, when suddenly I see a police car behind me with flashing lights. I had no choice but to pull over and take what was coming to me :-(.
"Would you step out of the car please sir?""Errr OK officer."
"Step this way please."
I follow the copper round to the back of my car where his partner is waiting for me.
"Open the boot please, sir."
I duly comply. After a thorough search, they're not at all satisfied.
"OK, can I see your driving licence please, sir?"
I fish my driving licence out of my wallet, and hand it over. They look me up and down. Why, oh why, did I have to dress so gay that night? Luckily though, my driving licence divulges to them one of my qualifications.
"So you're a doctor eh? Sir!!"
"Ummmm, errrr, yes actually, I've got a PhD."
After a couple more questions, somehow he can tell that I'm not making it up. And from that moment on, the mood lightens considerably :-).
Soon I'm re-joining my friends in the car. We'd spent a happy evening at The Amateur Strip Contest in the White Swan (yes, it really has been going for that long), and I was in the process of giving them a lift home.
"How strange," I remark as I drive away, leaving the police car behind me. "That's never happened to me before, I wondered why they pulled me over?"
Everyone is quiet. It's boyfriend number 1, who's sitting on the back seat behind me, who breaks the silence. "You can be very naïve sometimes GB!"
"Uh huh," I reply confused, "what's up then?"
"Well," replies my friend who's sitting in the front passenger seat, "it's because of me!"And suddenly it dawns on me. This friend looks almost exactly like Mr T. If that wasn't enough, it's clear that he doesn't belong in the car because he's too big for the seat he's sitting in. With a big black guy in a car where he looks uncomfortable, I guess we were sitting ducks!
The only reason for posting this story today is because of cuteCTguy's story yesterday. Although CuteCTGuy doesn't look like a terrorist to me, surely successful terrorists are exactly the ones who blend in? Anyway, after what happened to me back in 1991, I'm not going to try and pretend that the police aren't ever prejudiced!
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Should a man trim his pubic hair?
"Why don't you trim your pubes?" asks boyfriend number 3 on a recent visit.
I'm standing completely naked in his bedroom, having just taken all my kit off, and I'm being criticised for having untidy pubic hair downstairs! But I know that he's got my best interests at heart, bless him :-).
"You look pretty good," he says, noticing my defensive body language, "but you'd look even better if you just got your pubic hair trimmed a bit :-)."
In fact, this subject came up last year in comments to one of my postings. In my experience, quite a few gay guys do keep themselves tidy down there, especially Asian gay guys for some reason. In any case, having thought about it relatively recently, I know what to say.
"Don't you think it's more masculine not to worry about it, and just let nature take it's course?" I reply. "Surely real men don't worry about such things!"
"Ooooh," says boyfriend number 3, "I love it when you come over all butch like that!"
"If you want, I could do it for your?" he continues. "I've got a hair trimmer next door."
Actually, I quite like getting my boyfriends to look after me like this. Everyone has different areas of expertise, and getting advice from close friends who know more about something than you do is always sensible.
"But I can't help worrying about what boyfriend number 1 will say," I reply. "Is it really that important?"
"Just tell him that I'd tied you up for a bit of bondage fun and so you didn't have any choice!" he replies grinning.
I'm still standing naked in front of him and I'm starting to get cold, so a decision is needed. And I decide to let boyfriend number 3 have his wicked way with my pubic hair! We head into his bathroom and he fits his trimmer with a relatively coarse attachment so that it won't shave too close, and soon he's kneeling down in front of me.
Buzz - Buzz - Buzz ...
"Can't you keep that thing down?" he laughs, "it's getting in the way!"
But five minutes later and it's all over.
"There," he says with a satisfied tone in his voice, running his hand through what's left of my pubes to get out any stray cut hairs. "That's much better isn't it?"
"Actually it feels a bit itchy."
And it carried on feeling itchy for about two weeks or more :-(.
Anyway, if any guys who know me spot me in the gym showers, do take a peek at my new haircut. And if you think it looks too neat and feminine, blame boyfriend number 3!
I'm standing completely naked in his bedroom, having just taken all my kit off, and I'm being criticised for having untidy pubic hair downstairs! But I know that he's got my best interests at heart, bless him :-).
"You look pretty good," he says, noticing my defensive body language, "but you'd look even better if you just got your pubic hair trimmed a bit :-)."
In fact, this subject came up last year in comments to one of my postings. In my experience, quite a few gay guys do keep themselves tidy down there, especially Asian gay guys for some reason. In any case, having thought about it relatively recently, I know what to say.
"Don't you think it's more masculine not to worry about it, and just let nature take it's course?" I reply. "Surely real men don't worry about such things!"
"Ooooh," says boyfriend number 3, "I love it when you come over all butch like that!"
"If you want, I could do it for your?" he continues. "I've got a hair trimmer next door."Actually, I quite like getting my boyfriends to look after me like this. Everyone has different areas of expertise, and getting advice from close friends who know more about something than you do is always sensible.
"But I can't help worrying about what boyfriend number 1 will say," I reply. "Is it really that important?"
"Just tell him that I'd tied you up for a bit of bondage fun and so you didn't have any choice!" he replies grinning.
I'm still standing naked in front of him and I'm starting to get cold, so a decision is needed. And I decide to let boyfriend number 3 have his wicked way with my pubic hair! We head into his bathroom and he fits his trimmer with a relatively coarse attachment so that it won't shave too close, and soon he's kneeling down in front of me.
Buzz - Buzz - Buzz ...
"Can't you keep that thing down?" he laughs, "it's getting in the way!"
But five minutes later and it's all over.
"There," he says with a satisfied tone in his voice, running his hand through what's left of my pubes to get out any stray cut hairs. "That's much better isn't it?"
"Actually it feels a bit itchy."
And it carried on feeling itchy for about two weeks or more :-(.
Anyway, if any guys who know me spot me in the gym showers, do take a peek at my new haircut. And if you think it looks too neat and feminine, blame boyfriend number 3!
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Lunch with my friend P
"So how did you meet your new boyfriend?" I ask my friend P over lunch last week.
"Definitely not how you think," P replies, "because he doesn't have any online profiles!"
My first instinct is indeed wrong so I guess the smug tone in P's voice is justified! But if they didn't meet on gaydar, knowing P's habits like I do there's one obvious alternative.
"OK, well I bet you met him in 'Shoreditch' then didn't you," I laugh. "Come on mate, own up!"
"Yeah well maybe," P grins. "But he's gorgeous, and he's got an enormous ...". P glances down to my waist and nods knowingly to complete the sentence, now with an even bigger grin on his face.
"Well then, how does he measure up against your perfect boyfriend's characteristics?" I ask. I bring up the spreadsheet on my PDA that we used last time and hand it to P.
"Here you go," says P a minute or so later, "what do you think?"
I review the entries. Wedge=20%, Trouser dept=25%, Personality=25%, Appearance=30%.
"Wow, pretty balanced between the attributes," I say, nodding approvingly. "So when do I get to meet the lucky guy?"
"Soon. How about next weekend, are you busy?"
But our diaries don't match, so P promises to sort something out for another occasion before too long.
Listening to P talking about this new guy, it sounds really serious, which will be good news for P if everything works out. Sometimes gay guys can keep hunting for the perfect boyfriend, who doesn't exist of course. Guys who do that miss out on all the happiness that can come from getting serious with any of the reasonable potential boyfriends that they meet.
Also, although I occasionally meet guys casually for fun, it must be healthier to have regular partners because there are some nasty diseases out there. Without any boyfriends or even fuckbuddies, I have the impression that the traffic through P's bedroom is enormous!
"Definitely not how you think," P replies, "because he doesn't have any online profiles!"
My first instinct is indeed wrong so I guess the smug tone in P's voice is justified! But if they didn't meet on gaydar, knowing P's habits like I do there's one obvious alternative.
"OK, well I bet you met him in 'Shoreditch' then didn't you," I laugh. "Come on mate, own up!""Yeah well maybe," P grins. "But he's gorgeous, and he's got an enormous ...". P glances down to my waist and nods knowingly to complete the sentence, now with an even bigger grin on his face.
"Well then, how does he measure up against your perfect boyfriend's characteristics?" I ask. I bring up the spreadsheet on my PDA that we used last time and hand it to P.
"Here you go," says P a minute or so later, "what do you think?"
I review the entries. Wedge=20%, Trouser dept=25%, Personality=25%, Appearance=30%.
"Wow, pretty balanced between the attributes," I say, nodding approvingly. "So when do I get to meet the lucky guy?"
"Soon. How about next weekend, are you busy?"
But our diaries don't match, so P promises to sort something out for another occasion before too long.
Listening to P talking about this new guy, it sounds really serious, which will be good news for P if everything works out. Sometimes gay guys can keep hunting for the perfect boyfriend, who doesn't exist of course. Guys who do that miss out on all the happiness that can come from getting serious with any of the reasonable potential boyfriends that they meet.
Also, although I occasionally meet guys casually for fun, it must be healthier to have regular partners because there are some nasty diseases out there. Without any boyfriends or even fuckbuddies, I have the impression that the traffic through P's bedroom is enormous!
Sunday, January 7, 2007
My Argentina 2006 photo gallery
Last year I went on holiday with boyfriend number 2 to Laos, Vietnam and Cambodia. When I got back, I posted the best photos to my Asia holiday 2005 blog, which is a single purpose blog that I set up to display the photos.
I decided to do the same thing again this year after my holiday to Argentina. I've spent a few happy days loading the best photos to my Argentina 2006 blog. It was a great holiday so I'd thoroughly recommend Argentina as a holiday destination. And if any readers go to Argentina, do try and dance some tango!
I decided to do the same thing again this year after my holiday to Argentina. I've spent a few happy days loading the best photos to my Argentina 2006 blog. It was a great holiday so I'd thoroughly recommend Argentina as a holiday destination. And if any readers go to Argentina, do try and dance some tango!
www.pkblogs.com :-)
Last Saturday I discovered www.pkblogs.com, which is a web page that allows you to access blogspot blogs indirectly. I'm guessing that it would solve the problem I had when I was in the BA business lounge at heathrow last month. For example, to access this blog, one visits http://www.pkblogs.com/gaybanker.
So if there are any readers out there, desperate to access their favourite gay banker's blog while in their office, if the blog is blocked by current office policy then www.pkblogs.com may help.
If any readers know of any other similar websites, please leave a comment to let us all know.
So if there are any readers out there, desperate to access their favourite gay banker's blog while in their office, if the blog is blocked by current office policy then www.pkblogs.com may help.
If any readers know of any other similar websites, please leave a comment to let us all know.
Can someone help me translate some Finnish?
Last June I needed some help understanding some Chinese. And then, a couple of days later, some American. Now there's a link to my blog written in a language which I think is Finnish. Can anyone translate for me? Babelfish doesn't do Finnish, google didn't offer a translation, and I couldn't get any sense out of any other sites either!
Fone chat this morning
Chat leading up to a great fone wank:
Matt says:
hey
Matt says:
how ya Jamie
jamie says:
hey there
jamie says:
great thanx
jamie says:
u?
Matt says:
great
Matt says:
hows life been treatin u?
jamie says:
good
jamie says:
u?
Matt says:
yup just fine
Matt says:
kinda lack of sex over the holidays but apart from that fine
jamie says:
y the no sex?
Matt says:
too many family things on
jamie says:
k
Matt says:
main fuck buddy was away on hliday
Matt says:
he is back tonight
Matt says:
u been gettin plenty?
jamie says:
cool
jamie says:
yep
Matt says:
regular or sharin urself about?
jamie says:
regular
Matt says:
nice
Matt says:
so what u up to this morning?
jamie says:
just chillin
jamie says:
u?
Matt says:
getin changed to go play five a side footy
jamie says:
mmmmm
jamie says:
am imagining that
jamie says:
wot u wearin?
Matt says:
just briefs n footy sox just now
jamie says:
fuck
jamie says:
wot sort of briefs?
Matt says:
hom sport
Matt says:
white
Matt says:
what u wearin?
jamie says:
mmmm sexy
jamie says:
just a thong
Matt says:
aw fuck man
Matt says:
hot
Matt says:
u hard?
jamie says:
yeah
Matt says:
when u last cum?
jamie says:
yesterday afternoon
Matt says:
fuck or wank?
jamie says:
both
Matt says:
cool
Matt says:
needin to knock one out now?
jamie says:
u?
jamie says:
yeah
Matt says:
last night
Matt says:
wank
jamie says:
k
Matt says:
wet as fuck here
jamie says:
mmmm
Matt says:
u needin to cum soon?
jamie says:
yeah
Matt says:
wanna cum together?
jamie says:
yeah but wot about ur footie
Matt says:
i need to wank now
Matt says:
before footy
Matt says:
bein picked up in about 20 mins
jamie says:
k
Matt says:
u gotg precum?
jamie says:
yeah
Matt says:
loads here
Matt says:
cock nice n slippery
jamie says:
mmmm
Matt says:
wish u cud taste it
jamie says:
me 2
Matt says:
wanna slap ur face with my cock
Matt says:
tease u
jamie says:
lol
Matt says:
lol
jamie says:
so ...... ?
Matt says:
wanna go for it on fone?
Matt says:
i am ready if u are?
Matt says:
hey
Matt says:
how ya Jamie
jamie says:
hey there
jamie says:
great thanx
jamie says:
u?
Matt says:
great
Matt says:
hows life been treatin u?
jamie says:
good
jamie says:
u?
Matt says:
yup just fine
Matt says:
kinda lack of sex over the holidays but apart from that fine
jamie says:
y the no sex?
Matt says:
too many family things on
jamie says:
k
Matt says:
main fuck buddy was away on hliday
Matt says:
he is back tonight
Matt says:
u been gettin plenty?
jamie says:
cool
jamie says:
yep
Matt says:
regular or sharin urself about?
jamie says:
regular
Matt says:
nice
Matt says:
so what u up to this morning?
jamie says:
just chillin
jamie says:
u?
Matt says:
getin changed to go play five a side footy
jamie says:
mmmmm
jamie says:
am imagining that
jamie says:
wot u wearin?
Matt says:
just briefs n footy sox just now
jamie says:
fuck
jamie says:
wot sort of briefs?
Matt says:
hom sport
Matt says:
white
Matt says:
what u wearin?
jamie says:
mmmm sexy
jamie says:
just a thong
Matt says:
aw fuck man
Matt says:
hot
Matt says:
u hard?
jamie says:
yeah
Matt says:
when u last cum?
jamie says:
yesterday afternoon
Matt says:
fuck or wank?
jamie says:
both
Matt says:
cool
Matt says:
needin to knock one out now?
jamie says:
u?
jamie says:
yeah
Matt says:
last night
Matt says:
wank
jamie says:
k
Matt says:
wet as fuck here
jamie says:
mmmm
Matt says:
u needin to cum soon?
jamie says:
yeah
Matt says:
wanna cum together?
jamie says:
yeah but wot about ur footie
Matt says:
i need to wank now
Matt says:
before footy
Matt says:
bein picked up in about 20 mins
jamie says:
k
Matt says:
u gotg precum?
jamie says:
yeah
Matt says:
loads here
Matt says:
cock nice n slippery
jamie says:
mmmm
Matt says:
wish u cud taste it
jamie says:
me 2
Matt says:
wanna slap ur face with my cock
Matt says:
tease u
jamie says:
lol
Matt says:
lol
jamie says:
so ...... ?
Matt says:
wanna go for it on fone?
Matt says:
i am ready if u are?
Saturday, January 6, 2007
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Why can't I get to sleep at night without a guy to share my bed?
It's really true! Some people I know, such as one of my old university friends, always reckon that they sleep better when they're on their own. But with me, unless I've got a nice guy to cuddle at night, I sleep very badly.I alluded to this in one of my earliest postings. Although I met a couple of guys for fun on that business trip, none of them stayed overnight, and every night I slept badly.
Most recently, I had to sleep alone on the first night of my holiday in Argentina with boyfriend number 2. Boyfriend number 2 had a problem with his flight to Buenos Aires and ended up arriving one day late, and without him I slept badly on the first night. Once he arrived of course, getting a good night's sleep wasn't a problem :-).
It was almost a problem though in the second hotel we stayed in. We got put into a room with two beds, and although the beds were bigger than single beds, they were quite small as double beds. I simply assumed that we'd make do and enjoy the extra intimacy of a small double bed. Boyfriend number 2 assumed that we'd sleep separately!
"You're in my bed," laughs boyfriend number 2 coming out of the bathroom. He looks at the other bed, and sighs. The other bed is covered with various stuff that we've unpacked from our suitcases.
"I don't take up much room," I plead, smiling at him. "And you know that I sleep very badly when I'm on my own."
"Actually, I'm really not used to cuddling up with a guy every night!" he says, climbing into bed with me.
"Am I stopping you from sleeping?" I ask, slightly concerned.
"No, it's fine. It's very nice actually, but I'm just not used to it. You've had boyfriend number 1 to cuddle since 1989, but apart from you I haven't had a long term boyfriend for a while now. And with my last long term boyfriend, we lived apart so I wasn't sleeping with a guy every night like we're doing at the moment!"
"Well just push me firmly back onto my side if I stray too far onto your side during the night!"
It's natural for guys to feel tired after activities of course, but that's not what I'm referring to. I'll naturally want to cuddle as I'm falling asleep, and then again in the morning when I wake up. During the night, if the other guy has a restless night, then that will affect me and I'll end up sleeping badly as well. But usually, if I've got another guy in bed with me, the result is a good night's sleep. With or without activities!
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