Sunday, September 30, 2007
Gym encounters
A couple of days ago, I was thrown from my usual routine of going to the pool at the gym before work and ended up going later in the morning. The visit started off innocently enough. I took a shower, and then put on my speedos and went out to find a lane. The only free spot was between an older woman "water walking" and a guy who was plowing through the water like a warm knife through butter. After a short stretch, I jumped in the water and started swimming. I managed to synchronize my laps with the man to my left so that I was slightly behind him at all times. This did two things. One, it let me look all I wanted to, and two, gave me a reason to not slow down and keep swimming. I was able to tell he was in his twenties and he looked hot. I kept up to him for about 25 minutes. Since he was swimming at a pace faster than my normal lap swimming-long distance pace, this was quite an achievement. However, I finally had to admit I had met my match and climbed from the pool quite out of breath and with a pleasant ache in my shoulders. As I walked back to the locker room to wash the chlorine off, I was unaware of a pair of eyes that were following me. I grabbed a drink before showering.
As I walked into the shower area, there was only one other person there. A guy about 28 years old. He looked quite stunning. But perhaps the biggest reason I found him attractive was his erection. I'm sure he had been playing with himself seconds before I walked into the shower. He wasn't shy about it either. Unlike most men, caught in the shower with an erection, he didn't turn to face the wall. I guess he sensed my interest because he faced outward and started soaping his crotch. He didn't actually stroke himself, but he came as close to it as you can imagine. My shower partner finished up and with a backwards glance at me, headed off to the lockers. "Oh well, at least I got to enjoy the show" I thought to myself. I finished my shower and headed off to hang up my speedos.
After hanging my speedos up to dry on the outside of my locker, I grabbed a towel, and headed off for the whirlpool. I settled in and let the bubbles and heat start to work their magic and drain the chill left from the pool. I heard someone enter the area and opened my eyes to see who it was. I was my friend from the shower! He stepped in the bubbly water and settled closer than "proper" whirlpool etiquette dictated for two "straight" men in the bath, namely he should have taken a seat on the opposite end of the tub from me. However, he chose to sit about half way. Still far enough so as not to be obvious, but close enough to let me know that he was available.
After a few minutes, I felt his foot nudge mine. It could have been an accidental touching of feet, but I didn't think so. I moved my foot slightly in his direction and after only an inch or so, made contact with his. Neither of us moved our feet away, and shortly, his hand found mine underwater on the bench. We were too far apart to do anything, but now we both knew, we were definitely interested. However, thanks to a couple of men returning from a squash game, we were unable to continue in the whirlpool. My friend quickly got out and headed back to the showers. I decided to wait, and enjoy the parade of flesh before my eyes. A few minutes later, my friend, freshly washed and also cooled down a bit, winked at me on his way to the steam room. After a decent interval I followed him.
After allowing my eyes and breathing to adjust to the steamy conditions, I saw my friend sitting at the very back of the steam room. We were the only two there and this time, I broke protocol and sat close to him (steam room etiquette is much like whirlpool etiquette, unless necessary, sit far away from the other men). When he was sure it was me, my friend moved aside his towel and spread his legs. He was giving himself a casual ball scratch/dick pull when someone waked in. My friend draped his towel back over his returning erection and we waited. After about 5 minutes, the new comer couldn't take the heat anymore and left. As soon as the door closed, the towel was off and the hand was stroking.
I moved closer and gently replaced his hand with my own. He sighed and smiled at me. I started to slide my hand up and down his rigid piece of meat and he surprise me by leaning over and taking a nipple into his mouth and gently sucking it to hardness. After a few moments, he leaned back and I returned the favour, only it wasn't his nipple I was sucking. He groaned as his cock slipped into my mouth.
Having had a few blow jobs in the steam room, I know the unique sensation. The mouth is wet, but due to the surrounding heat, it actually feels cool, and wonderful. My friend thought so too as his hands came to my head and guided me up and down. After he got a rhythm started, one hand detached itself from my head and started playing with my nipples again. Once they were both hard, the hand travelled down to my crotch and started stroking my cock and playing with my balls. He told me to scoot forward a little bit and as soon as I did, his middle finger found my butt hole and started teasing me.
When I didn't pull away, or tell him to stop, he started pushing his finger inside me. Thanks to the steam, and the sweat, he didn't need any lubricant and his finger slid deep inside me. I groaned and almost shot my load right then. I kept working on his cock, and he kept working my ass with first one, and shortly two fingers. After he had two fingers deep in my ass, he pushed me off his cock and told me to stand up and turn around. I was a little hesitant, a blow job in the steam room is one thing. Getting fucked is something totally different. However, his fingers and another gentle suckling of my nipples removed any objections I had.
Almost before I knew what was happening, I was bent over the back bench, and my new friend was poking his cock inside me. After a short delay while he got everything lined up, I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my ass. I relaxed and his cock slowly pushed inside me. I could tell he had done this before because he never went too fast. Even though we were in danger of being caught, he still thought of me and only went in as fast as I could take it. When he only had about 2 inches inside me, he started fucking. In and out, slow at first but building faster, deeper strokes. Before long, I felt his balls mash against mine and I knew I had him all the way.
We were both trying to be quiet, but moans and groans were escaping us both. After a few minutes though, the heat was getting to both of us, and to make matters worse, we heard someone approaching the steam room door. Luckily, someone else stopped whoever it was and they started talking. This gave us enough time to get separated and "presentable".
No sooner had we both covered ourselves, than the door opened, and in walked my man from the pool. He surprise me by immediately starting up a conversation with me. He asked about my swimming and how long I had been at it, and all that. Out of the water he was really quite striking. However, my mind was unable to focus on the conversation as it was still fixated on my interrupted encounter. Anyway, he was still wearing his suit, and even though I could tell he was fairly well endowed, men who wear bathing suits to the steam room are generally not interested. After a few minutes had passed, and my earlier friend had subsided enough to be seen in public he exited the steam room and with a quick eye glance, asked me to join him. I made some excuse about the heat, and excused myself from my swimming conversation about 30 seconds later.
Since I really was hot (I guess I had been in the steam room for about 20 minutes, 5 longer than my usual stay), I walked into the showers and guess who I saw, my friend from the steam room. He was busy lathering himself up and washing the sweat from his body. I took a shower near him and started doing the same. I was tempted to do the "drop the soap" routine, but decided against it. After a quick, yet cold shower, we both returned to our lockers. Surprisingly enough, we were on the same row. My friend started digging in his locker and pulled out a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt. He made sure I saw him put them on and then pretended to do something in his locker while I did the same. 2 minutes later, we were exiting the locker room and I asked him where we were going. He mentioned an out of the way bathroom on the upper level.
Once there, we wasted little time getting back down to business. Within seconds, my mouth was again attached to his cock, and he was using both hands to guide me up and down. Every so often, he'd plunge deep and hold it there until I almost gagged. After a few minutes, he pulled up my T-shirt and started playing with my nipples again. I groaned when he pushed me off his dick and pressed me against the wall. I was shocked when he bent over and engulfed my cock with his mouth. He didn't suck very long before he took my balls into his mouth for a gentle tongue bath. Then, he stood up and asked me to turn around.
I bent over the toilet and spread my legs. I was expecting him to take up where he left off in the steam room. However, he surprised me with gentle licks and nibbles at my ass hole. He worked my tail over for about 5 minutes, licking, sucking and probing with his tongue. Once he had me practically climbing the walls in pleasure, he stood up and once more lined up his cock with my waiting butt hole. This time he didn't stop with just two inches, he slowly pressed his entire length, about 7" into me. After pausing a few seconds to allow me to adjust, he started rocking back and forth, see-sawing in and out. As he picked up speed, he started talking to me. He said things like "great ass," "hot hole", and "I love ass." The one that surprised me the most was "My girlfriend never lets me fuck her ass."
He really got into it, and had me almost screaming from pleasure. After about 5 minutes, he really started pounding hard and fast. Suddenly he jammed it all the way in and with a groan started cumming up my butt. He laid himself over my back and rested there while his orgasm washed through him and his cock pulsed out it's seed deep in my guts. After a few minutes, I heard his breathing return to normal, and I felt his cock start to shrink. It slithered out with a small "pop" and he stood up. As I straightened up, he again surprised me by reaching over and grabbing my still hard cock. He started pumping. Before long, I was on the ride to orgasm myself! As I was fighting to hold back the feelings, he reached over with his other hand and lightly pinched one nipple while leaning down to suck the other. That was all I could take and exploded all over the wall of the restroom. He didn't stop pumping until I reached down and gently, yet firmly removed his hand.
My friend pulled up his pants and walked over to the sink. I sat on the toilet and started cleaning up the mess I had made on the wall. As he cleaned himself up, he started talking to me. He said how much he enjoyed it, and how he loved to fuck ass, but his girlfriend never let him. Of course he said he wasn't gay, that it just "felt good" and he was just doing what he had to do to get what he wanted. I sat there and listened to him rationalize his actions and then as he was leaving he said over his shoulder "Thanks for the good time, I hope to see you around again." Then he was out of the restroom. I stayed there a few minutes more, finishing my "cleaning" job and letting loose with several "fuck farts" before pulling up my shorts and heading back to the locker room.
Back in the locker room, I undressed and took another shower. Since I didn't have anything else planed that day, I decided to take another soak in the whirlpool. The water felt great as I eased my slightly sore butt into it. Again I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to the flow of bubbles and jets of water. I was almost asleep when someone entering the water drew my attention. As I looked up, I saw it was my swimming friend from earlier, Only this time, he wasn't wearing his suit!
He sat down across from me and a little to the left, not exactly breaking etiquette, but definitely bending it a little. We started taking again and before I knew it, I felt his foot touching mine. I didn't react and felt his foot start working it's way up my leg. "What is this," I thought, "queer day in the whirlpool?" Before long, his foot was squirming around on my crotch. Despite my activities a few moments before, my cock started getting hard and believe it or not, he actually started jacking me off with his toes!
As I sat there, enjoying the feeling, I felt his other foot start to poke around my butt. He quickly found what he was searching for and seconds later, his second toe was deep in butt. I was being toe fucked and getting toe jacked in public! All the time he was doing this, people were walking around, and some even stopped to talk to him. I learned his name was Joe, and he was some kind of doctor. However, I was finding it hard to concentrate on his conversations as wave after wave of pleasure built up in me. Lucky for us, the bubbles and water jets made it impossible to see what was going on beneath the surface. I tried using my feet in a similar manner, but found that without my feet firmly on the floor, I quickly lost control and started floating off.
After about 10 minutes of this intense 'toe" action, I managed to whisper to Joe, that if he didn't stop, I was going to explode. Well, this only seemed to encourage him as he started pumping faster. He withdrew his toe from my ass and I thought he was finished. However, he soon returned and I felt his toe pressing against my butt again. Only this time, it wasn't his second toe, it was his big toe! It pressed up against my hole slowly and with increasing pressure until I felt it pop into my ass. This, combined with the toe-jerk I was getting, served to send me over the edge and I exploded. Shot after shot of cum poured from my dick only to be washed away by the swirling waters.
Lucky for me, there wasn't anyone else in the area at that time, or I'm sure they would have known what was going on. Either that, or they would have thought I'd been in the hot water too long and was having an attack of some kind.
Al kept up the action, with both feet until I managed to let him know I was finished. Then his toe popped out of my rectum and his foot vanished from my crotch. Before I could start to repay him for his actions, he mumbled a "thanks" and a "see you around" and stood up. I looked around and since there wasn't anyone in the area, I casually reached out and grabbed his hard cock as he walked past me on his way out of the tub. He stopped and I heard a deep groan. I leaned forward and took his cock as deep into my mouth as I could. He let me "nurse" on him for about 30 seconds before withdrawing his cock from my mouth. He looked at me and said "That's nice, but I don't have time right now. Maybe next time." He left the hot tub and quickly wrapped his towel around him to help try and hide his condition.
I rested in the tub until the timer cycled off and then got out and walked to the shower. On my way, I passed Joe at his locker, he was mostly dressed, however, his pants weren't buttoned. I reached over and put my hand over his crotch and gave his cock a nice friendly shake. He closed his eyes, laid back his head and groaned. I was surprised when I felt his cock start to jump and seconds later, I could feel his load wetting the front of his underwear. As he finished, he looked over at me and said "Thanks, I needed that." He then proceeded to finish getting dressed and I went on to the shower.
I washed myself, dressed and was leaving the gym when I saw an old friend drive up. He asked me how my workout was. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you"
"Well, was it good?"
"Better than I could have possibility hoped for" I answered him.
I'm sure he is still wondering about my smile and cheerful disposition as I left him at the door.
As I walked into the shower area, there was only one other person there. A guy about 28 years old. He looked quite stunning. But perhaps the biggest reason I found him attractive was his erection. I'm sure he had been playing with himself seconds before I walked into the shower. He wasn't shy about it either. Unlike most men, caught in the shower with an erection, he didn't turn to face the wall. I guess he sensed my interest because he faced outward and started soaping his crotch. He didn't actually stroke himself, but he came as close to it as you can imagine. My shower partner finished up and with a backwards glance at me, headed off to the lockers. "Oh well, at least I got to enjoy the show" I thought to myself. I finished my shower and headed off to hang up my speedos.
After hanging my speedos up to dry on the outside of my locker, I grabbed a towel, and headed off for the whirlpool. I settled in and let the bubbles and heat start to work their magic and drain the chill left from the pool. I heard someone enter the area and opened my eyes to see who it was. I was my friend from the shower! He stepped in the bubbly water and settled closer than "proper" whirlpool etiquette dictated for two "straight" men in the bath, namely he should have taken a seat on the opposite end of the tub from me. However, he chose to sit about half way. Still far enough so as not to be obvious, but close enough to let me know that he was available.
After a few minutes, I felt his foot nudge mine. It could have been an accidental touching of feet, but I didn't think so. I moved my foot slightly in his direction and after only an inch or so, made contact with his. Neither of us moved our feet away, and shortly, his hand found mine underwater on the bench. We were too far apart to do anything, but now we both knew, we were definitely interested. However, thanks to a couple of men returning from a squash game, we were unable to continue in the whirlpool. My friend quickly got out and headed back to the showers. I decided to wait, and enjoy the parade of flesh before my eyes. A few minutes later, my friend, freshly washed and also cooled down a bit, winked at me on his way to the steam room. After a decent interval I followed him.
After allowing my eyes and breathing to adjust to the steamy conditions, I saw my friend sitting at the very back of the steam room. We were the only two there and this time, I broke protocol and sat close to him (steam room etiquette is much like whirlpool etiquette, unless necessary, sit far away from the other men). When he was sure it was me, my friend moved aside his towel and spread his legs. He was giving himself a casual ball scratch/dick pull when someone waked in. My friend draped his towel back over his returning erection and we waited. After about 5 minutes, the new comer couldn't take the heat anymore and left. As soon as the door closed, the towel was off and the hand was stroking.
I moved closer and gently replaced his hand with my own. He sighed and smiled at me. I started to slide my hand up and down his rigid piece of meat and he surprise me by leaning over and taking a nipple into his mouth and gently sucking it to hardness. After a few moments, he leaned back and I returned the favour, only it wasn't his nipple I was sucking. He groaned as his cock slipped into my mouth.
Having had a few blow jobs in the steam room, I know the unique sensation. The mouth is wet, but due to the surrounding heat, it actually feels cool, and wonderful. My friend thought so too as his hands came to my head and guided me up and down. After he got a rhythm started, one hand detached itself from my head and started playing with my nipples again. Once they were both hard, the hand travelled down to my crotch and started stroking my cock and playing with my balls. He told me to scoot forward a little bit and as soon as I did, his middle finger found my butt hole and started teasing me.
When I didn't pull away, or tell him to stop, he started pushing his finger inside me. Thanks to the steam, and the sweat, he didn't need any lubricant and his finger slid deep inside me. I groaned and almost shot my load right then. I kept working on his cock, and he kept working my ass with first one, and shortly two fingers. After he had two fingers deep in my ass, he pushed me off his cock and told me to stand up and turn around. I was a little hesitant, a blow job in the steam room is one thing. Getting fucked is something totally different. However, his fingers and another gentle suckling of my nipples removed any objections I had.
Almost before I knew what was happening, I was bent over the back bench, and my new friend was poking his cock inside me. After a short delay while he got everything lined up, I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my ass. I relaxed and his cock slowly pushed inside me. I could tell he had done this before because he never went too fast. Even though we were in danger of being caught, he still thought of me and only went in as fast as I could take it. When he only had about 2 inches inside me, he started fucking. In and out, slow at first but building faster, deeper strokes. Before long, I felt his balls mash against mine and I knew I had him all the way.
We were both trying to be quiet, but moans and groans were escaping us both. After a few minutes though, the heat was getting to both of us, and to make matters worse, we heard someone approaching the steam room door. Luckily, someone else stopped whoever it was and they started talking. This gave us enough time to get separated and "presentable".
No sooner had we both covered ourselves, than the door opened, and in walked my man from the pool. He surprise me by immediately starting up a conversation with me. He asked about my swimming and how long I had been at it, and all that. Out of the water he was really quite striking. However, my mind was unable to focus on the conversation as it was still fixated on my interrupted encounter. Anyway, he was still wearing his suit, and even though I could tell he was fairly well endowed, men who wear bathing suits to the steam room are generally not interested. After a few minutes had passed, and my earlier friend had subsided enough to be seen in public he exited the steam room and with a quick eye glance, asked me to join him. I made some excuse about the heat, and excused myself from my swimming conversation about 30 seconds later.
Since I really was hot (I guess I had been in the steam room for about 20 minutes, 5 longer than my usual stay), I walked into the showers and guess who I saw, my friend from the steam room. He was busy lathering himself up and washing the sweat from his body. I took a shower near him and started doing the same. I was tempted to do the "drop the soap" routine, but decided against it. After a quick, yet cold shower, we both returned to our lockers. Surprisingly enough, we were on the same row. My friend started digging in his locker and pulled out a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt. He made sure I saw him put them on and then pretended to do something in his locker while I did the same. 2 minutes later, we were exiting the locker room and I asked him where we were going. He mentioned an out of the way bathroom on the upper level.
Once there, we wasted little time getting back down to business. Within seconds, my mouth was again attached to his cock, and he was using both hands to guide me up and down. Every so often, he'd plunge deep and hold it there until I almost gagged. After a few minutes, he pulled up my T-shirt and started playing with my nipples again. I groaned when he pushed me off his dick and pressed me against the wall. I was shocked when he bent over and engulfed my cock with his mouth. He didn't suck very long before he took my balls into his mouth for a gentle tongue bath. Then, he stood up and asked me to turn around.
I bent over the toilet and spread my legs. I was expecting him to take up where he left off in the steam room. However, he surprised me with gentle licks and nibbles at my ass hole. He worked my tail over for about 5 minutes, licking, sucking and probing with his tongue. Once he had me practically climbing the walls in pleasure, he stood up and once more lined up his cock with my waiting butt hole. This time he didn't stop with just two inches, he slowly pressed his entire length, about 7" into me. After pausing a few seconds to allow me to adjust, he started rocking back and forth, see-sawing in and out. As he picked up speed, he started talking to me. He said things like "great ass," "hot hole", and "I love ass." The one that surprised me the most was "My girlfriend never lets me fuck her ass."
He really got into it, and had me almost screaming from pleasure. After about 5 minutes, he really started pounding hard and fast. Suddenly he jammed it all the way in and with a groan started cumming up my butt. He laid himself over my back and rested there while his orgasm washed through him and his cock pulsed out it's seed deep in my guts. After a few minutes, I heard his breathing return to normal, and I felt his cock start to shrink. It slithered out with a small "pop" and he stood up. As I straightened up, he again surprised me by reaching over and grabbing my still hard cock. He started pumping. Before long, I was on the ride to orgasm myself! As I was fighting to hold back the feelings, he reached over with his other hand and lightly pinched one nipple while leaning down to suck the other. That was all I could take and exploded all over the wall of the restroom. He didn't stop pumping until I reached down and gently, yet firmly removed his hand.
My friend pulled up his pants and walked over to the sink. I sat on the toilet and started cleaning up the mess I had made on the wall. As he cleaned himself up, he started talking to me. He said how much he enjoyed it, and how he loved to fuck ass, but his girlfriend never let him. Of course he said he wasn't gay, that it just "felt good" and he was just doing what he had to do to get what he wanted. I sat there and listened to him rationalize his actions and then as he was leaving he said over his shoulder "Thanks for the good time, I hope to see you around again." Then he was out of the restroom. I stayed there a few minutes more, finishing my "cleaning" job and letting loose with several "fuck farts" before pulling up my shorts and heading back to the locker room.
Back in the locker room, I undressed and took another shower. Since I didn't have anything else planed that day, I decided to take another soak in the whirlpool. The water felt great as I eased my slightly sore butt into it. Again I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to the flow of bubbles and jets of water. I was almost asleep when someone entering the water drew my attention. As I looked up, I saw it was my swimming friend from earlier, Only this time, he wasn't wearing his suit!
He sat down across from me and a little to the left, not exactly breaking etiquette, but definitely bending it a little. We started taking again and before I knew it, I felt his foot touching mine. I didn't react and felt his foot start working it's way up my leg. "What is this," I thought, "queer day in the whirlpool?" Before long, his foot was squirming around on my crotch. Despite my activities a few moments before, my cock started getting hard and believe it or not, he actually started jacking me off with his toes!
As I sat there, enjoying the feeling, I felt his other foot start to poke around my butt. He quickly found what he was searching for and seconds later, his second toe was deep in butt. I was being toe fucked and getting toe jacked in public! All the time he was doing this, people were walking around, and some even stopped to talk to him. I learned his name was Joe, and he was some kind of doctor. However, I was finding it hard to concentrate on his conversations as wave after wave of pleasure built up in me. Lucky for us, the bubbles and water jets made it impossible to see what was going on beneath the surface. I tried using my feet in a similar manner, but found that without my feet firmly on the floor, I quickly lost control and started floating off.
After about 10 minutes of this intense 'toe" action, I managed to whisper to Joe, that if he didn't stop, I was going to explode. Well, this only seemed to encourage him as he started pumping faster. He withdrew his toe from my ass and I thought he was finished. However, he soon returned and I felt his toe pressing against my butt again. Only this time, it wasn't his second toe, it was his big toe! It pressed up against my hole slowly and with increasing pressure until I felt it pop into my ass. This, combined with the toe-jerk I was getting, served to send me over the edge and I exploded. Shot after shot of cum poured from my dick only to be washed away by the swirling waters.
Lucky for me, there wasn't anyone else in the area at that time, or I'm sure they would have known what was going on. Either that, or they would have thought I'd been in the hot water too long and was having an attack of some kind.
Al kept up the action, with both feet until I managed to let him know I was finished. Then his toe popped out of my rectum and his foot vanished from my crotch. Before I could start to repay him for his actions, he mumbled a "thanks" and a "see you around" and stood up. I looked around and since there wasn't anyone in the area, I casually reached out and grabbed his hard cock as he walked past me on his way out of the tub. He stopped and I heard a deep groan. I leaned forward and took his cock as deep into my mouth as I could. He let me "nurse" on him for about 30 seconds before withdrawing his cock from my mouth. He looked at me and said "That's nice, but I don't have time right now. Maybe next time." He left the hot tub and quickly wrapped his towel around him to help try and hide his condition.
I rested in the tub until the timer cycled off and then got out and walked to the shower. On my way, I passed Joe at his locker, he was mostly dressed, however, his pants weren't buttoned. I reached over and put my hand over his crotch and gave his cock a nice friendly shake. He closed his eyes, laid back his head and groaned. I was surprised when I felt his cock start to jump and seconds later, I could feel his load wetting the front of his underwear. As he finished, he looked over at me and said "Thanks, I needed that." He then proceeded to finish getting dressed and I went on to the shower.
I washed myself, dressed and was leaving the gym when I saw an old friend drive up. He asked me how my workout was. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you"
"Well, was it good?"
"Better than I could have possibility hoped for" I answered him.
I'm sure he is still wondering about my smile and cheerful disposition as I left him at the door.
Commandos Video
Kim & I watched this documentary last week. Couldn't believe the guy getting naked to show the others how to shower and clean their cocks
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Apple.com is evil
This morning I posted a joke. Although it's not an original joke, I came across it earlier today in a long forgotten folder in my email system, and I simply couldn't resist posting it. Ninety minutes later, and Enda posts a comment telling me that "Bea Arthur (she of Golden Girls) does a great telling of this on iTunes". In fact, long ago I think I've probably heard Bea Arthur telling this joke, but I click on the iTunes link anyway only to get
and suddenly I realise that I hate Apple. Why are they forcing me to buy something from the UK iTunes web site if it's not available there, but presumably is available from the US iTunes web site? If something isn't available at Amazon.co.uk but is available at Amazon.com then I can purchase from Amazon.com without any problems.
The current story about unlocked iPhones becoming useless is the worst type of corporate behaviour. I find it hard to understand why a major corporation in "the land of the free" insists on trying to force people to behave in the way that it wants them to. Fundamentally, Apple has got the same attitude as the Burmese dictators who're currently repressing their citizens so brutally. In the evolution of human civilisation, time and time again it's been proved that co-operation and openness are better than segregation and secrecy, democracy is better than dictatorship.
So I think one that one can characterise Apple's behaviour as Evil. There may be reasons to be wary of Google these days, but as far as I can see, Google's corporate philosophy puts them way ahead of Apple.
and suddenly I realise that I hate Apple. Why are they forcing me to buy something from the UK iTunes web site if it's not available there, but presumably is available from the US iTunes web site? If something isn't available at Amazon.co.uk but is available at Amazon.com then I can purchase from Amazon.com without any problems.The current story about unlocked iPhones becoming useless is the worst type of corporate behaviour. I find it hard to understand why a major corporation in "the land of the free" insists on trying to force people to behave in the way that it wants them to. Fundamentally, Apple has got the same attitude as the Burmese dictators who're currently repressing their citizens so brutally. In the evolution of human civilisation, time and time again it's been proved that co-operation and openness are better than segregation and secrecy, democracy is better than dictatorship.
So I think one that one can characterise Apple's behaviour as Evil. There may be reasons to be wary of Google these days, but as far as I can see, Google's corporate philosophy puts them way ahead of Apple.
A joke
A woman goes up from London to Oxford for the day to visit her son Gary who is a student at the university there. Gary meets his mother at the railway station, and during the course of the day he shows her around the university and all the sights of the town. To round off the day, Gary invites his mother back to dinner at his lodgings in Summertown, just north of the city centre."By the way mum," he explains as they make their way up to the lodgings, "I'm sharing this flat with a guy named Simon. For students like us, it's so much more economical than living alone. He'll probably be there now, I'm sure you'll like him :-)."
On arrival, the woman gets introduced to Simon, who is already cooking the dinner. Before too long, the three of them are sitting down to a elegant but frugal three course dinner comprising a carrot and orange soup starter, brazil nut roast for main course, with tiramisu for desert. The woman notices that the two young men seem to get on very well together, and the happy glances that the two of them exchange over the dinner table begin to arouse her suspicions.
After the meal, Gary notices his mother's growing uneasiness, and suddenly realises what she may be thinking.
"Don't worry mum," he says laughing, "I guess you're thinking that we could be a gay couple, but I can assure you that we're just good friends and we both have our own bedrooms".
Although not entirely convinced, she decides to let the matter drop, and offers to do the washing up to thank the two of them for such a lovely meal.
Two weeks later Simon is expecting his parents round for dinner, and is busy preparing the meal when he realises that the soup ladle is missing. Thinking back, he realises that they haven't used it since the night Gary's mother did the washing up.
"Gary," he calls out, "any idea what your mother did with the soup ladle when she cleared up, I can't find it anywhere?".Gary can't find it either so he phones up his mother to ask her. "Well," she says indignantly, "if the two of you were sleeping in separate beds you'd have found the soup ladle by now!"
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Alex
Last Monday, I got an email from cuteCTguy pointing out the Alex cartoon of the day to me. For readers who're not familiar with "Alex", it's a humorous comic strip by Charles Peattie and Russell Taylor about a guy called Alex Masterley and his sidekick Clive Reed who work at Megabank, an investment bank in the City of London. This comic strip is an old favourite for people like me who work at investment banks in London. It's been around since 1987, and these days there's even a wikipedia entry about Alex.The image of an Alex cartoon wouldn't fit neatly onto this blog and still be readable, so click here to see last Monday's cartoon. However, the text from last Monday was as follows:
Alex: This new insider's column about the financial world is rather good. I wonder who writes it ... ?
Clive: Ahem ... actually Alex ... it's me ... Alex: You, Clive?! You are "CityChap"?
Clive: Yes, but don't tell anyone ... It's great ... I get to write about my high-flying life as a top investment banker...
Clive: And of course, coming across as a rich, successful, powerful man has a predictable effect on the ladies ... My inbox at citychap.com is full of e-mails from them ... like this one ...
Alex: Let's have a look ... Ah Yes ...
Alex: ... asking you to get her son a summer internship at the bank
Clive: I wouldn't mind if the occasional one wanted to sleep with me
Needless to say, I found this very amusing, because there are some parallels between this blog and the imaginary column of Clive as CityChap! But there are a few important differences too:
- I suppose I should confess that I'm more of an Alex Masterly than a Clive (although my boyfriends are a lot more important me than Alex's family seems to be to him).
- I think Clive was quite unwise to confide in his colleague Alex about his anonymous CityChap column. I would certainly never tell any of my colleagues that I'm 'GB'!
- And lastly, unlike poor Clive, I do get propositions in my inbox :-).
Sunday, September 23, 2007
A visit to my gorgeous Japanese masseur
The day after I gave boyfriend number 3 his birthday present, I get home around 7pm to an empty house. Boyfriend number 1 usually cooks a meal for me in the evening, but tonight he's out with one of his friends, so I have to fend for myself.
While wondering what to do, my natural urges get the better of me and I decide to log on to gaydar to see who's around :-). I spot B, my gorgeous Japanese masseur, who I haven't visited for a couple of weeks or more, so I send him a message in the chat system so see if he's free this evening
GB: hi mate, u there?
But I get no response :-(. So I start checking emails, and looking at the profiles of guys that I don't know, but after about ten minutes I do get a reply
B: hi gb, sorry was with client
We chat for a short while, but soon I'm wondering whether he's busy tonight or not.
GB: would be nice to see you again sometime
B: yes u been naughty boy skipping massage
GB: perhaps I could come round tonight
B: not sure, I got another client soon
GB: well perhaps we should go running together along the river sometime
B: ok but jogging better, you run too fast lol
We chat a bit more but after another five minutes or so, another natural urge starts to get the better of me. What on earth am I going to eat for supper!
GB: I'm going to have to go soon
B: ok
GB: boyfriend number 1 is out tonight, so I don't have anyone to cook for me this evening
B: he always cook for you
GB: yes usually, but tonight I'm going to have to go to the shops and buy some supper myself :-(
B: maybe I cook for you then
GB: wow that would be great B
B: sure, why not
GB: but don't you have a massage client tonight
B: perhaps, but he not confirmed yet
I often find B like this these days! He can be a bit devious and hard to pin down. Similarly, I always enjoy activities with him, but sometimes we have a bit of fun when we meet and sometimes we don't. I'm at a complete loss in terms of what I should do or say to make activities with him more likely when we get together. Perhaps the explanation is simply that he's juggling his commitments to all his different boyfriends!
GB: well if you can cook something for me this evening that would be wonderful B, I'll be round in about 30 mins is that OK
B: yes sure
GB: do you want me to bring any food?
B: I have enough here, dont worry
GB: ok gr8, and just send me a txt msg if you need to change plans because of your client
B: tks
Luckily, as I'm getting ready to leave the house, I remember that it would be rude to arrive empty handed. A quick visit to my wine cellar sorts that out and soon I'm wondering towards B's apartment with a decent bottle of 1999 premier cru red Burgundy in hand.
"Hi B," I say as I arrive, "I brought you this," and I hand him the bottle of wine.
"Thanks you," replies B giving me a quick kiss on the lips, "come in."
He's got me well trained because I know the drill! I take off my shoes in the entrance hall, before following him into the main room. I quickly discover that his business partner is out, which puts me in a good mood. Although I get on well his B's business partner, activities are always much more likely when he's not there!
We stand around talking while he shows me a few changes that they've made to the apartment since my last visit. At every opportunity, I get close to him, putting my hand on his shoulder and smiling at him. He smiles back, and rubs me on my shoulder a couple of times too, but after a couple of minutes he's got a question for me.
"You like drink of this wine then?" he asks.
"Yes sure, if you're going to have some too," I reply, "I can't manage it all on my own!"
He smiles at me nodding, and then gives me the job of opening the wine while he starts rummaging around in the cupboards in the adjoining kitchen.
"So, what you want me to cook?" he asks.
"Whatever's easy, I'm not fussy!"
Twenty minutes later and I'm tucking into a hot bowl of spicy noodles :-). But he's sat me in a chair at a small table. I'd much rather be sitting on the floor with him, so that I can snuggle up to him, and put my arm round him to thank him for cooking for me :-).
When I've finished the noodles, however, I manage to find an excuse to join him among the cushions on the floor.
"Perhaps we go next door," says B a few minutes later smiling at me, "more comfortable :-)".
My life usually doesn't work out as neatly as this, being able to visit one boyfriend for supper and fun when it turns out that another boyfriend is unavailable. When things do work out in such a convenient way though, I feel that I'm a very lucky guy!
While wondering what to do, my natural urges get the better of me and I decide to log on to gaydar to see who's around :-). I spot B, my gorgeous Japanese masseur, who I haven't visited for a couple of weeks or more, so I send him a message in the chat system so see if he's free this eveningGB: hi mate, u there?
But I get no response :-(. So I start checking emails, and looking at the profiles of guys that I don't know, but after about ten minutes I do get a reply
B: hi gb, sorry was with client
We chat for a short while, but soon I'm wondering whether he's busy tonight or not.
GB: would be nice to see you again sometime
B: yes u been naughty boy skipping massage
GB: perhaps I could come round tonight
B: not sure, I got another client soon
GB: well perhaps we should go running together along the river sometime
B: ok but jogging better, you run too fast lol
We chat a bit more but after another five minutes or so, another natural urge starts to get the better of me. What on earth am I going to eat for supper!
GB: I'm going to have to go soon
B: ok
GB: boyfriend number 1 is out tonight, so I don't have anyone to cook for me this evening
B: he always cook for you
GB: yes usually, but tonight I'm going to have to go to the shops and buy some supper myself :-(
B: maybe I cook for you then
GB: wow that would be great B
B: sure, why not
GB: but don't you have a massage client tonight
B: perhaps, but he not confirmed yet
I often find B like this these days! He can be a bit devious and hard to pin down. Similarly, I always enjoy activities with him, but sometimes we have a bit of fun when we meet and sometimes we don't. I'm at a complete loss in terms of what I should do or say to make activities with him more likely when we get together. Perhaps the explanation is simply that he's juggling his commitments to all his different boyfriends!
GB: well if you can cook something for me this evening that would be wonderful B, I'll be round in about 30 mins is that OK
B: yes sure
GB: do you want me to bring any food?
B: I have enough here, dont worry
GB: ok gr8, and just send me a txt msg if you need to change plans because of your client
B: tks
Luckily, as I'm getting ready to leave the house, I remember that it would be rude to arrive empty handed. A quick visit to my wine cellar sorts that out and soon I'm wondering towards B's apartment with a decent bottle of 1999 premier cru red Burgundy in hand.
"Hi B," I say as I arrive, "I brought you this," and I hand him the bottle of wine.
"Thanks you," replies B giving me a quick kiss on the lips, "come in."
He's got me well trained because I know the drill! I take off my shoes in the entrance hall, before following him into the main room. I quickly discover that his business partner is out, which puts me in a good mood. Although I get on well his B's business partner, activities are always much more likely when he's not there!
We stand around talking while he shows me a few changes that they've made to the apartment since my last visit. At every opportunity, I get close to him, putting my hand on his shoulder and smiling at him. He smiles back, and rubs me on my shoulder a couple of times too, but after a couple of minutes he's got a question for me.
"You like drink of this wine then?" he asks.
"Yes sure, if you're going to have some too," I reply, "I can't manage it all on my own!"
He smiles at me nodding, and then gives me the job of opening the wine while he starts rummaging around in the cupboards in the adjoining kitchen.
"So, what you want me to cook?" he asks."Whatever's easy, I'm not fussy!"
Twenty minutes later and I'm tucking into a hot bowl of spicy noodles :-). But he's sat me in a chair at a small table. I'd much rather be sitting on the floor with him, so that I can snuggle up to him, and put my arm round him to thank him for cooking for me :-).
When I've finished the noodles, however, I manage to find an excuse to join him among the cushions on the floor.
"Perhaps we go next door," says B a few minutes later smiling at me, "more comfortable :-)".
My life usually doesn't work out as neatly as this, being able to visit one boyfriend for supper and fun when it turns out that another boyfriend is unavailable. When things do work out in such a convenient way though, I feel that I'm a very lucky guy!
More of Jason
A while ago I posted these photos I'd been sent from Jason. I've now had an e-mail from him with more photos which he took while he was reading my blog. His cock is fantastic and maybe he'll send me some from later on in a wank session.
Red Light Center
Has anyone checked out the Red Light Center. Its a virtual reality universe for adults - like Second Life but 18+. I visited yesterday. It took a bit of getting used to particularly as I appeared as a female until I worked out how to change my avatar. I'd be interested to hear from anyone who has been there or who visits regularly.
anyone had a trigasm?
Girls, have you experienced one of these and guys have you given one of these?
Saturday, September 22, 2007
This reminds me of my University days!
When I came across this vid I couldn't help but be reminded of some of the parties we had when we were at Uni - they were wild!
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Gay lifestyle confidence (1st installment)
Back in May, I wrote a post titled the gay lifestyle black belt. The idea that a person goes through various stages when they come out as gay is certainly not new, but perhaps no one had suggested before that parallels can be drawn with martial arts grading hierarchies. I didn't intend to take the idea any further, but since then several guys have asked what the grading criteria are, most recently close encounters in a comment to my original post.
This is a serious subject, because most people find the coming out process quite hard. There's also a lot of academic work on the subject, for example the Cass Identity Model which defines six stages in coming out. If I have any academic point to make, I reckon it's that these models don't go far enough.
The final stage in the Cass Identity Model is Identity Synthesis, which I reckon corresponds to what I was calling the gay lifestyle black belt. At that stage, the person is 100% comfortable being gay, although the gay label is usually an important part of their identity. I reckon that one can go further than that. In the words of my previous posting, I reckon that "At the highest gay lifestyle competence level one has forgotten that one is gay because it's identical to being alive!"
Like most of what I write here, the comparison to martial arts grading was meant to be a light-hearted idea, and given that this is a serious subject it might not be appropriate to think about grading criteria. Having said that, as long as no one takes it too seriously, it reckon it might be fun to think about this topic :-). But I don't have a monopoly on wisdom so rather than asserting the grades and grading criteria, for now I'm only going to make a few suggestions and pose a few questions. If people can leave comments and suggest answers to some of the questions, I'll do a follow up post in a second installment next month when it should be possible to be a bit more definitive.
First, what should the grades be? Close Encounters made a suggestion in his second comment to my original posting, which was as follows:
In terms of establishing the grading criteria, I reckon that it's just a matter of identifying all the important milestones in the coming out process, ordering them in terms of difficulty, and then grouping them to form the criteria for each belt. In a martial arts context, I believe that the 'white belt' does have to be earned, so as I said in the original posting I reckon the 'white belt' corresponds to 'Coming out to oneself'. In between 'white belt' and 'black belt', I can think of the following milestones, but can anyone think of any others? Or perhaps some of my suggestions below aren't important enough to be on the list? I've listed these milestones in the approximate order that they happened to me, but everyone is different so maybe this isn't the best order?
This is a serious subject, because most people find the coming out process quite hard. There's also a lot of academic work on the subject, for example the Cass Identity Model which defines six stages in coming out. If I have any academic point to make, I reckon it's that these models don't go far enough.
The final stage in the Cass Identity Model is Identity Synthesis, which I reckon corresponds to what I was calling the gay lifestyle black belt. At that stage, the person is 100% comfortable being gay, although the gay label is usually an important part of their identity. I reckon that one can go further than that. In the words of my previous posting, I reckon that "At the highest gay lifestyle competence level one has forgotten that one is gay because it's identical to being alive!"
Like most of what I write here, the comparison to martial arts grading was meant to be a light-hearted idea, and given that this is a serious subject it might not be appropriate to think about grading criteria. Having said that, as long as no one takes it too seriously, it reckon it might be fun to think about this topic :-). But I don't have a monopoly on wisdom so rather than asserting the grades and grading criteria, for now I'm only going to make a few suggestions and pose a few questions. If people can leave comments and suggest answers to some of the questions, I'll do a follow up post in a second installment next month when it should be possible to be a bit more definitive.
First, what should the grades be? Close Encounters made a suggestion in his second comment to my original posting, which was as follows:
- White Belt
- Yellow Belt
- Orange Belt
- Green Belt
- Brown Belt
- Black Belt
- Blue Eagle
- Silver Tiger
- Golden Dragon
- Grand Master
In terms of establishing the grading criteria, I reckon that it's just a matter of identifying all the important milestones in the coming out process, ordering them in terms of difficulty, and then grouping them to form the criteria for each belt. In a martial arts context, I believe that the 'white belt' does have to be earned, so as I said in the original posting I reckon the 'white belt' corresponds to 'Coming out to oneself'. In between 'white belt' and 'black belt', I can think of the following milestones, but can anyone think of any others? Or perhaps some of my suggestions below aren't important enough to be on the list? I've listed these milestones in the approximate order that they happened to me, but everyone is different so maybe this isn't the best order?
- Tolerance of being gay. Initially one may well hate oneself, so I think this does comes after white belt
- First attempt to meet other gay people (non-sexual)
- First gay sexual contact
- Comfortable in a gay social environment
- Acceptance of being gay
- Coming out to old friends who don't know you're gay
- Coming out to family
- Large circle of gay friends
- Coming out at work
- Comfortable in a gay sexual environment (e.g. Gay sauna, gay orgy)
- Looking for long-term gay relationships
- Proud to be gay
- Maintained a long term gay relationship for 5 years
- Maintained a long term gay relationship for 10 years
- Immune to homophobic insults, whereas a guy at the black belt level might be eager to trade insults
- Maintained a long term gay relationship for 20+ years
- So comfortable with being gay that one actually forgets that it was ever an issue
Monday, September 17, 2007
Doublethink
I recently read a post titled "I'm not gay I just sleep with men", written by a guy who lives in Nairobi. I explain why I disagree with the main idea behind the posting in a comment, however reflecting on the subject matter reminded me of how I used to think.
When I was a teenager, I read the classic novel Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell. The book describes a sinister one-party state where the senior party members seek absolute control over their citizens, even to the extent of controlling their thoughts. One of the concepts in the book was Doublethink, which is best defined as the act of simultaneously holding two contradictory beliefs while fervently believing both! At the time when I read the book, I can recall thinking that this concept was ludicrous. My best subjects at school were mathematics and the sciences, and compared to the flawless logic of mathematics in particular, illogical concepts like Doublethink made absolutely no sense to me.
Skipping forward a few years and when I thought about my personal life, there were two things that I fervently believed. I wasn't gay, how could I be, that was forbidden so I just had to be straight for sure. The other thing I knew was that I enjoyed the company of other guys, and could imagine living with some of my best male friends forever, and playing with them in intimate ways too! It was only when I eventually came out as gay that I looked back and realised the truth. Not only was Doublethink possible, I had managed it for several years. It was a big shock.
These days, partly as a result of that experience, I always try to be open to unusual concepts. However weird they might seem at first!
When I was a teenager, I read the classic novel Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell. The book describes a sinister one-party state where the senior party members seek absolute control over their citizens, even to the extent of controlling their thoughts. One of the concepts in the book was Doublethink, which is best defined as the act of simultaneously holding two contradictory beliefs while fervently believing both! At the time when I read the book, I can recall thinking that this concept was ludicrous. My best subjects at school were mathematics and the sciences, and compared to the flawless logic of mathematics in particular, illogical concepts like Doublethink made absolutely no sense to me.Skipping forward a few years and when I thought about my personal life, there were two things that I fervently believed. I wasn't gay, how could I be, that was forbidden so I just had to be straight for sure. The other thing I knew was that I enjoyed the company of other guys, and could imagine living with some of my best male friends forever, and playing with them in intimate ways too! It was only when I eventually came out as gay that I looked back and realised the truth. Not only was Doublethink possible, I had managed it for several years. It was a big shock.
These days, partly as a result of that experience, I always try to be open to unusual concepts. However weird they might seem at first!
GB's policy on links to other bloggers
For ages, I've had a list of links to other bloggers who link to me at the bottom of the side bar on the right hand side of this blog. I maintain the list manually. I reckon that if another blogger is kind enough to link to me, then I'm happy to repay the compliment :-).
However, as I've learned more about blogging, links and the internet, I've discovered that some links aren't as good as others. The best links are (1) from the main page of a blog, and also (2) embedded directly in the page using html and not via a link manager like blogrolling.com which actually only puts a bit of javascript on the main page. It's also important that (3) the link is to one's main page, which is http://gaybanker.blogspot.com/ in my case.
Anyone who links to me gets a good link in return. The side bar is part of the main blog page, and the links are embedded directly into the side bar with html. So in future, I'm only going to reciprocate a link if it's a good link which follows this policy. As and when I get time, I'll be trawling through my existing links to weed out the links which don't follow the policy.
If any other bloggers visit me regularly and don't yet have a link to me, now would be a good time to put one in. I'll repay the compliment for a good link :-). For people who use blogger.com, the "link list" Page Element on the layout screen does create what I'm calling a good link.
Lastly, one can always create a good link manually using html. And for people who have trouble with html, the html to link to me is:
<a href="http://gaybanker.blogspot.com/" title="A blog about all aspects of being a gay guy in 21st Century London">Gay Banker</a><br/>
or
<a href="http://gaybanker.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="A blog about all aspects of being a gay guy in 21st Century London">Gay Banker</a><br/>
if you want the link to open in a new window :-).
Update 5-Sep-08: I've had a couple of comments by email complaining that some of the blogs that I link to don't get updated any more. So please be aware, I'll delete links to blogs which haven't been updated for more than three months. Lastly, I'll also exclude links to blogs which are only open to invited readers.
However, as I've learned more about blogging, links and the internet, I've discovered that some links aren't as good as others. The best links are (1) from the main page of a blog, and also (2) embedded directly in the page using html and not via a link manager like blogrolling.com which actually only puts a bit of javascript on the main page. It's also important that (3) the link is to one's main page, which is http://gaybanker.blogspot.com/ in my case.
Anyone who links to me gets a good link in return. The side bar is part of the main blog page, and the links are embedded directly into the side bar with html. So in future, I'm only going to reciprocate a link if it's a good link which follows this policy. As and when I get time, I'll be trawling through my existing links to weed out the links which don't follow the policy.
If any other bloggers visit me regularly and don't yet have a link to me, now would be a good time to put one in. I'll repay the compliment for a good link :-). For people who use blogger.com, the "link list" Page Element on the layout screen does create what I'm calling a good link.
Lastly, one can always create a good link manually using html. And for people who have trouble with html, the html to link to me is:
<a href="http://gaybanker.blogspot.com/" title="A blog about all aspects of being a gay guy in 21st Century London">Gay Banker</a><br/>
or
<a href="http://gaybanker.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="A blog about all aspects of being a gay guy in 21st Century London">Gay Banker</a><br/>
if you want the link to open in a new window :-).
Update 5-Sep-08: I've had a couple of comments by email complaining that some of the blogs that I link to don't get updated any more. So please be aware, I'll delete links to blogs which haven't been updated for more than three months. Lastly, I'll also exclude links to blogs which are only open to invited readers.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Amateurhunk
Its great to see Amateurhunk back. He's got some new photos and he looks really sexy. Welome back!
Hot Vids
A few people have commented that they have had problems with viewing the vids I've posted from Dailymotion and that some of the vids seem to have been removed. Not sure why that should be the case. I've checked the vids I've posted recently and they all work for me.
The first video below is an incredibly sexy massage. I found it a real turn on.
The first video below is an incredibly sexy massage. I found it a real turn on.
Last night
So there I was last night lying naked on the settee watching the X Factor on TV when I thought I heard a muted sound coming from the bedroom. I got up and went to investigate. There was Kim lying in bed with the sheets pulled up to her neck. I crawled in bed beside her and found she was naked beneath the sheets.
"Umm, were you hot?" I turned to face her, and rested my hand on her sensuously rounded hip. "Well, I guess that's one way you could put it." She had a playful smile on her face, one I’ve grown to love. She leaned her face close to mine to kiss me softly on the lips, taking my face in her hands, softly exploring its contours.
Returning her kiss, I tentatively slipped my tongue in her mouth until it met hers, searching the inner recesses of her mouth. I reached my arm around her waist and pulled her toward me, reasonably sure that she was aware of my growing erection resting against her soft flat stomach. I ran my hand over her firm bottom, tenderly caressing the soft skin I found there. She slowly turned onto her back, and I reclined beside her, propped on one elbow.
Moving to kiss her, I lowered the sheet to her shapely hips, gazing at her firm pert breasts. I traced a trail of kisses down her lithe neck, and as I reached to take a firm nipple between my thumb and forefinger, heard her softly moan in response. I kissed my way to her firm breasts, and while taking her sensitive nipple into my mouth, I moved my hand between her legs. Lazily trailing my finger along her shaved pussy lips, her wetness increased as I did.
I gently bathed her nipple with my tongue, and softly sucking it into my mouth, gently fondling her responsive clit with my finger. I kissed my way across her flat tummy, and she slowly spread her slender legs wider for me. Perching between her widespread legs, I continued kissing and licking down her flat stomach until I arrived at her navel. I traced a line with my tongue to her lovely clean-shaven wetness, inhaling her exotic essence, flicking the end of my tongue at her sensitive clit, and her loud moaning served to incite my desire.
Trailing my tongue along along the length of her glistening cunt, savoring the taste of her ample juices, I gently sucked her distended lips into my mouth. As her hands urged me onward, I darted my tongue deeply into her, and as she exhaled her breath, she seductively moved her hips in time with my tongue. I moved to wrap my lips around her erect nub, and penetrated her tight pussy with two fingers, initiating a slow rhythm as I tenderly bathed her clitoris with a flattened tongue.
Removing my fingers from her glistening wetness, I positioned my middle finger at the entrance to her tight ass, slowly introducing it into her as I softly sucked on her proud button. She moaned loudly as I thrust my finger deeply into her tight ass, and as I withdrew it, I rose to my knees. I took her firm breasts into my hands as I kissed her lovingly, and while she was tasting her own juices on my lips, I felt her hand position my hard prick at the entrance to her tight slit. I moved into her, feeling her vaginal walls stretching to accommodate me, sensing her hand between us fondling her erect clit, and she raised her hips toward mine as I finished my thrust. My tongue danced lewdly with hers, and as I pounded into her harder and faster, I brought a finger to her ass.
"Oh yes! Fuck me, Jamie. Fuck me hard!" she whispered into my ear. She dragged her fingernails slowly across my back.
I insinuated my finger into her taut ass, and I felt the thrusting of my throbbing cock through the thin membrane separating the two channels. I felt her tight hole relaxing, and brought the bulging head of my shaft to her puckered rosebud, slowly applying pressure until the swollen head of my prick rested inside her ass. Kim’s eyes widened in ecstatic pleasure as I gradually eased my stiff cock into her ass, and after my swollen balls slapped her cheeks, I developed an easy rhythm within her. Her hands took hold of my hips, and she pulled me into her constricting ass as her head moved violently back and forth, my hard shaft pressing forth into her. I felt a familiar sensation in my swollen balls, and as I thrust deeply into her vicelike ring, released shot after shot of warm pearly cum into her.
Needless to say we spent the rest of evening in bed!
"Umm, were you hot?" I turned to face her, and rested my hand on her sensuously rounded hip. "Well, I guess that's one way you could put it." She had a playful smile on her face, one I’ve grown to love. She leaned her face close to mine to kiss me softly on the lips, taking my face in her hands, softly exploring its contours.
Returning her kiss, I tentatively slipped my tongue in her mouth until it met hers, searching the inner recesses of her mouth. I reached my arm around her waist and pulled her toward me, reasonably sure that she was aware of my growing erection resting against her soft flat stomach. I ran my hand over her firm bottom, tenderly caressing the soft skin I found there. She slowly turned onto her back, and I reclined beside her, propped on one elbow.
Moving to kiss her, I lowered the sheet to her shapely hips, gazing at her firm pert breasts. I traced a trail of kisses down her lithe neck, and as I reached to take a firm nipple between my thumb and forefinger, heard her softly moan in response. I kissed my way to her firm breasts, and while taking her sensitive nipple into my mouth, I moved my hand between her legs. Lazily trailing my finger along her shaved pussy lips, her wetness increased as I did.
I gently bathed her nipple with my tongue, and softly sucking it into my mouth, gently fondling her responsive clit with my finger. I kissed my way across her flat tummy, and she slowly spread her slender legs wider for me. Perching between her widespread legs, I continued kissing and licking down her flat stomach until I arrived at her navel. I traced a line with my tongue to her lovely clean-shaven wetness, inhaling her exotic essence, flicking the end of my tongue at her sensitive clit, and her loud moaning served to incite my desire.
Trailing my tongue along along the length of her glistening cunt, savoring the taste of her ample juices, I gently sucked her distended lips into my mouth. As her hands urged me onward, I darted my tongue deeply into her, and as she exhaled her breath, she seductively moved her hips in time with my tongue. I moved to wrap my lips around her erect nub, and penetrated her tight pussy with two fingers, initiating a slow rhythm as I tenderly bathed her clitoris with a flattened tongue.
Removing my fingers from her glistening wetness, I positioned my middle finger at the entrance to her tight ass, slowly introducing it into her as I softly sucked on her proud button. She moaned loudly as I thrust my finger deeply into her tight ass, and as I withdrew it, I rose to my knees. I took her firm breasts into my hands as I kissed her lovingly, and while she was tasting her own juices on my lips, I felt her hand position my hard prick at the entrance to her tight slit. I moved into her, feeling her vaginal walls stretching to accommodate me, sensing her hand between us fondling her erect clit, and she raised her hips toward mine as I finished my thrust. My tongue danced lewdly with hers, and as I pounded into her harder and faster, I brought a finger to her ass.
"Oh yes! Fuck me, Jamie. Fuck me hard!" she whispered into my ear. She dragged her fingernails slowly across my back.
I insinuated my finger into her taut ass, and I felt the thrusting of my throbbing cock through the thin membrane separating the two channels. I felt her tight hole relaxing, and brought the bulging head of my shaft to her puckered rosebud, slowly applying pressure until the swollen head of my prick rested inside her ass. Kim’s eyes widened in ecstatic pleasure as I gradually eased my stiff cock into her ass, and after my swollen balls slapped her cheeks, I developed an easy rhythm within her. Her hands took hold of my hips, and she pulled me into her constricting ass as her head moved violently back and forth, my hard shaft pressing forth into her. I felt a familiar sensation in my swollen balls, and as I thrust deeply into her vicelike ring, released shot after shot of warm pearly cum into her.
Needless to say we spent the rest of evening in bed!
Saturday, September 15, 2007
An outstanding success
The week after I visited the guy who used poppers, I got a txt msg from boyfriend number 3 on my way into work on Monday morning:
Hello GB..hope you're keeping well. .just got to my flat last night-are you free to visit today? x
That's the boyfriend number 3 I know and love, giving me ample notice of a possible rendezvous! But in fact I can visit him at lunchtime today, so I'll finally be able to give him his birthday present :-). I send him a positive reply
Good to hear from u m8, actually I woz getting worried about u 'cos I noticed recently that u hadn't logged on to g'dar for over a week! I'll come today around noon if that's OK? GB xxx
and within a few minutes it's all confirmed
Yes 12 is good for me as the gas man is to visit some time this avo..have been with my man recently, see you later x
The morning is quite busy at the bank, but somehow I manage to slip away for an early lunch. I send boyfriend number 3 a quick txt msg to let him know that I'm on my way:
In a cab now :-). So, what do you think your pressie is going to be? GB x
I guess he's not sure what to say because the taxi arrives at his flat before he sends me a reply. Soon he's letting me into his apartment.
"Mwwwah", I say, giving him a big kiss on his lips, "so how have you been?"
"Oh bearing up as usual," he says grinning at me.
As usual, I start to strip off once he's closed the door, and soon I'm sitting on his sofa wearing just my undershorts. But I'm also holding a small box, which has been wrapped with a big bow which is holding the black wrapping paper onto it.
"So, you never replied to my txt msg, what do you think it is then?"
"Hmmmm," he says talking hold of it now, "well it's quite light!"
"I also hope you remember our conversation about this," he says anxiously, "if it's inappropriate I won't be able to accept it!"
But I'm not worried. I put my arm around him and squeeze his shoulder affectionately.
"So what is this then ...," he continues, "is it a ...," but when he finally realises what it is he's lost for words.
It's not anything expensive, in fact it's just a wallet, but I know that it's what he wants because it's in exactly the same style as my own. On several occasions since I've known boyfriend number 3 he's noticed my wallet, and he even took a photo of it on one occasion. So I was pretty confident that he'd like the present :-).
"Thanks GB," he says quietly. He bends round to give me a kiss. "You knew that I'd love this present didn’t you."
"Uh huh," I say confidently.
"It's one of the BEST presents that anyone has ever given me," he sighs, "so thoughtful!"
I feel enormously pleased, but shocked at the same time. I can't help thinking that this says more about other gifts that he's received in the past.
"So what did your guy give you this year?" I ask.
"When he realised it was my birthday he offered to take me out for supper. There was no effort, and he hadn't got a card for me. But I know what he's like, I didn't expect one!"
I feel enormously upset to hear this, so I turn his face towards me and give him another kiss.
"Well, I'm glad you like my present anyway!"
Unfortunately boyfriend number 3 has been quite busy recently, and what with my holiday as well, we haven't been able to meet up since then. But in the emails that I've received from him since we met he thanked me again for the present, so I think I really scored a winner. The only problem though is that I've got no idea as to what on earth I can get him for Christmas!
Hello GB..hope you're keeping well. .just got to my flat last night-are you free to visit today? x
That's the boyfriend number 3 I know and love, giving me ample notice of a possible rendezvous! But in fact I can visit him at lunchtime today, so I'll finally be able to give him his birthday present :-). I send him a positive reply
Good to hear from u m8, actually I woz getting worried about u 'cos I noticed recently that u hadn't logged on to g'dar for over a week! I'll come today around noon if that's OK? GB xxx
and within a few minutes it's all confirmed
Yes 12 is good for me as the gas man is to visit some time this avo..have been with my man recently, see you later x
The morning is quite busy at the bank, but somehow I manage to slip away for an early lunch. I send boyfriend number 3 a quick txt msg to let him know that I'm on my way:
In a cab now :-). So, what do you think your pressie is going to be? GB x
I guess he's not sure what to say because the taxi arrives at his flat before he sends me a reply. Soon he's letting me into his apartment.
"Mwwwah", I say, giving him a big kiss on his lips, "so how have you been?"
"Oh bearing up as usual," he says grinning at me.
As usual, I start to strip off once he's closed the door, and soon I'm sitting on his sofa wearing just my undershorts. But I'm also holding a small box, which has been wrapped with a big bow which is holding the black wrapping paper onto it.
"So, you never replied to my txt msg, what do you think it is then?"
"Hmmmm," he says talking hold of it now, "well it's quite light!"
"I also hope you remember our conversation about this," he says anxiously, "if it's inappropriate I won't be able to accept it!"
But I'm not worried. I put my arm around him and squeeze his shoulder affectionately.
"So what is this then ...," he continues, "is it a ...," but when he finally realises what it is he's lost for words.
It's not anything expensive, in fact it's just a wallet, but I know that it's what he wants because it's in exactly the same style as my own. On several occasions since I've known boyfriend number 3 he's noticed my wallet, and he even took a photo of it on one occasion. So I was pretty confident that he'd like the present :-).
"Thanks GB," he says quietly. He bends round to give me a kiss. "You knew that I'd love this present didn’t you."
"Uh huh," I say confidently.
"It's one of the BEST presents that anyone has ever given me," he sighs, "so thoughtful!"
I feel enormously pleased, but shocked at the same time. I can't help thinking that this says more about other gifts that he's received in the past.
"So what did your guy give you this year?" I ask.
"When he realised it was my birthday he offered to take me out for supper. There was no effort, and he hadn't got a card for me. But I know what he's like, I didn't expect one!"
I feel enormously upset to hear this, so I turn his face towards me and give him another kiss.
"Well, I'm glad you like my present anyway!"
Unfortunately boyfriend number 3 has been quite busy recently, and what with my holiday as well, we haven't been able to meet up since then. But in the emails that I've received from him since we met he thanked me again for the present, so I think I really scored a winner. The only problem though is that I've got no idea as to what on earth I can get him for Christmas!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Sunglasses
Now here's a curious thing about me. I really don't like wearing sunglasses. Although I'll wear them when I'm in a car driving towards the sun because then it's a question of safety.
And the reason for my dislike? I always feel that if you can't look someone in the eye then they've got something to hide, and as a kind of corollary to that, I reckon that sunglasses look a bit pretentious. Why wouldn't you want someone to be able to look you in the eye? It's definitely not cool to feel the need to hide anything.
Looking people in the eye is a natural part of human interaction too. I recall being told that only 25% of communication is verbal, and that 75% is body language. And eye contact is a very important part of body language. Why would one want to inhibit one's ability to communicate? Just tell someone to go away if you don't want to talk to them.
Anyway, for all these reasons, I avoid wearing sunglasses. Especially shiny sunglasses which look like mirrors!
Am I alone in feeling like this?
And the reason for my dislike? I always feel that if you can't look someone in the eye then they've got something to hide, and as a kind of corollary to that, I reckon that sunglasses look a bit pretentious. Why wouldn't you want someone to be able to look you in the eye? It's definitely not cool to feel the need to hide anything.
Looking people in the eye is a natural part of human interaction too. I recall being told that only 25% of communication is verbal, and that 75% is body language. And eye contact is a very important part of body language. Why would one want to inhibit one's ability to communicate? Just tell someone to go away if you don't want to talk to them.
Anyway, for all these reasons, I avoid wearing sunglasses. Especially shiny sunglasses which look like mirrors!Am I alone in feeling like this?
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
An e-mail I've just received!
hey there,
thought you'd be interested in reading someone else's jacking off survey.
i'm a 23 year old bi guy from holland
Jackin Off Survey:
How many times a day do you jack off? At least once a day, sometimes two or three times
Do you use your right or left hand? I alternate between the two during a session
Ever do it with any friends? Yeah
Ever jack another dude off? Yes, it feels good to hold another cock
Ever tasted your cum? No
Do you have wet dreams ever? I don't remember if I ever had any
How big is your cock? I think about 8 inches
Are you cut or uncut? uncut
Does your cum shoot our or ooze? When I have a really long session or I'm really excited I shoot pretty far, but normally it just spurts out in a normal way i guess
Wheres the weirdest place you ever jacked at? Probably on a bycicle
Ever jacked off outdoors? Where at? Plenty, on bridges, parkinglots, park benches, etc
Ever jacked at school? Sure
How old were u the first time u cummed? As a little kid, playing with another friend - the first one I remember anyway
How did you learn how to jack off? I used to mimick the motion of me rubbing against my friend in an elaborate way against the matrass, but then found out I could just use my hand and come more comfortable
Do you get lots of precum when u are jackin off? Only when I am really excited
Ever use anything for lube to jack with? Spit
If you use lube what do you use? I've never used commercial lube before
Are you bi , gay , or str8? Bi
Ever been caught jackin off? If yes by who? Probably, but I don't remember
Ever made a video of you jackin off? Yeah
Ever jacked off on a webcam for someone? Yeah, it's a lot of fun
Do you like a friend jack off an cum? Yeah, that's also a lot of fun
What do you usualy jack off to? Pornography
Ever think about any of your friends when u jack off? When I don't use pornography, I do
Is your cum thick or thin? In between I'd say
Do you shoot your cum on ur stomach or into something? Usually on my stomach, unless I am outside then I just shoot away
Ever tried to suck your own cock? Can you? Yes I have, and yes I can but it's pretty uncomfortable
Where do you jack off at most? My bedroom
Who would you want to see jack off the most? Anyone, it's all good to me
If anyone else wants to send me their survey, I'll post them too.
thought you'd be interested in reading someone else's jacking off survey.
i'm a 23 year old bi guy from holland
Jackin Off Survey:
How many times a day do you jack off? At least once a day, sometimes two or three times
Do you use your right or left hand? I alternate between the two during a session
Ever do it with any friends? Yeah
Ever jack another dude off? Yes, it feels good to hold another cock
Ever tasted your cum? No
Do you have wet dreams ever? I don't remember if I ever had any
How big is your cock? I think about 8 inches
Are you cut or uncut? uncut
Does your cum shoot our or ooze? When I have a really long session or I'm really excited I shoot pretty far, but normally it just spurts out in a normal way i guess
Wheres the weirdest place you ever jacked at? Probably on a bycicle
Ever jacked off outdoors? Where at? Plenty, on bridges, parkinglots, park benches, etc
Ever jacked at school? Sure
How old were u the first time u cummed? As a little kid, playing with another friend - the first one I remember anyway
How did you learn how to jack off? I used to mimick the motion of me rubbing against my friend in an elaborate way against the matrass, but then found out I could just use my hand and come more comfortable
Do you get lots of precum when u are jackin off? Only when I am really excited
Ever use anything for lube to jack with? Spit
If you use lube what do you use? I've never used commercial lube before
Are you bi , gay , or str8? Bi
Ever been caught jackin off? If yes by who? Probably, but I don't remember
Ever made a video of you jackin off? Yeah
Ever jacked off on a webcam for someone? Yeah, it's a lot of fun
Do you like a friend jack off an cum? Yeah, that's also a lot of fun
What do you usualy jack off to? Pornography
Ever think about any of your friends when u jack off? When I don't use pornography, I do
Is your cum thick or thin? In between I'd say
Do you shoot your cum on ur stomach or into something? Usually on my stomach, unless I am outside then I just shoot away
Ever tried to suck your own cock? Can you? Yes I have, and yes I can but it's pretty uncomfortable
Where do you jack off at most? My bedroom
Who would you want to see jack off the most? Anyone, it's all good to me
If anyone else wants to send me their survey, I'll post them too.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
An email from a female reader with boyfriend problems
It's been a while since I had a 'Dear GB' email from a straight female reader, so I was happy when I realised that it was a woman who'd sent me the following email:
Dear GB,
Last year my boyfriend and I decided to embark on a "trial separation". We originally planned to do this for only 2 months, however the months kept going by, and it now has become a year. I think neither of us had the courage to make a final decision.
We have remained friends all this time, however we do not live together anymore, and I know I am no longer aware of everything that goes on in his life. I believed we had an unspoken rule about not dating anyone else. And I've kept that promise; recently I've come to suspect he is seeing someone. While I know I don't own him anymore, I do feel hurt as if this new relationship of his is cheating on me. I really want to get married and have children, and I feel that he would be the perfect father. I am not sure how to approach him and let him know that I still am madly in love with him. I want to confront his new girlfriend and explain to her what she is trying to wreck, but I'm afraid it will drive him away from me forever when he finds out. I'm really at a loss on what to do!
Having thought a bit about this now, I wonder why they embarked on the trial separation in the first place. Who was the main mover behind that? If it was him, perhaps he was just trying to her down gently. Presumably there were some problems in their relationship, so getting back together might not be a good idea if they haven't been fixed. To me, "an unspoken rule" about not dating anyone else sounds more like that's what she was hoping for than reality.
In terms of trying to get back together, if she's sure he's already seeing someone else then I'm afraid it may already be too late. I'd have thought that it would have been a joint responsibility to discuss getting back together after the initial two months if either of them wanted it. Since neither of them raised it at the time, it seems reasonable to me that he's moved on now that it's 1 year later.
But perhaps he's not seeing anyone else yet. So does she have any mutual friends that she can trust to "test the water" about a reconciliation on her behalf? Alternatively, perhaps she knows where he hangs out, in which case maybe she could just bump into him when he's on his own, tell him that she misses him, and see what the reaction is?
Does anyone else have any thoughts on this?
Dear GB,
Last year my boyfriend and I decided to embark on a "trial separation". We originally planned to do this for only 2 months, however the months kept going by, and it now has become a year. I think neither of us had the courage to make a final decision.
We have remained friends all this time, however we do not live together anymore, and I know I am no longer aware of everything that goes on in his life. I believed we had an unspoken rule about not dating anyone else. And I've kept that promise; recently I've come to suspect he is seeing someone. While I know I don't own him anymore, I do feel hurt as if this new relationship of his is cheating on me. I really want to get married and have children, and I feel that he would be the perfect father. I am not sure how to approach him and let him know that I still am madly in love with him. I want to confront his new girlfriend and explain to her what she is trying to wreck, but I'm afraid it will drive him away from me forever when he finds out. I'm really at a loss on what to do!
Having thought a bit about this now, I wonder why they embarked on the trial separation in the first place. Who was the main mover behind that? If it was him, perhaps he was just trying to her down gently. Presumably there were some problems in their relationship, so getting back together might not be a good idea if they haven't been fixed. To me, "an unspoken rule" about not dating anyone else sounds more like that's what she was hoping for than reality.
In terms of trying to get back together, if she's sure he's already seeing someone else then I'm afraid it may already be too late. I'd have thought that it would have been a joint responsibility to discuss getting back together after the initial two months if either of them wanted it. Since neither of them raised it at the time, it seems reasonable to me that he's moved on now that it's 1 year later.
But perhaps he's not seeing anyone else yet. So does she have any mutual friends that she can trust to "test the water" about a reconciliation on her behalf? Alternatively, perhaps she knows where he hangs out, in which case maybe she could just bump into him when he's on his own, tell him that she misses him, and see what the reaction is?
Does anyone else have any thoughts on this?
Saturday, September 8, 2007
The Gay Entrepreneur's Toolkit
I got an email from a reader recently telling me that he'd been involved in publishing The Gay Entrepreneur's Toolkit: 100 Networking Resources, Guides, and Links. Since a lot of my readers are gay, I thought I'd draw people's attention to it :-)!
Dieux du Stade 2008 calendar
The Dieux du Stade 2008 calendar is now out. It looks as hot as ever! Here's a short video of its making:
You read more about the calendar here.
You read more about the calendar here.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
My penis and everyone else's
It was an interesting TV programme. Last Monday at 9pm on BBC 3, myself and boyfriend number 1 watched a programme called "My penis and everyone else's", presented by a guy called Lawrence Barraclough. One of the interesting things about Lawrence is that his erect penis length is just 3½ inches, which he admits is a bit on the small side.The programme turned out to be a follow up to a programme he did a couple of years ago, called "My penis and I", where he explored why he was bothered about having a small penis. At the end of that programme, having decided against surgery, he ended up coming to terms with his small willy by getting a plaster cast made of his little chap which these days he seems happy to show to anyone who's interested!
Perhaps it was covered in the original programme, but I couldn't help wondering whether one reason for the small length of Lawrence's penis was the fact that he's a bit overweight. My experience is that chubby guys have smaller penises than average, which makes sense because some of their length is buried within themselves due to their excess fat.
One of the interesting things about the new programme was the way he ended up managing to get a few straight guys to talk about penises. He tried the direct approach in quite a few ways, all ending in abject failure. It was funny though, watching him wander through the streets of London wearing boards with the slogan "I want to talk about penises". On another occasion, the reaction of one market stallholder was funny too, he said something like:
"Talk about penises, what's that about eh? Talk about birds maybe, but if I go and talk about penises I'm going to look like a right prick!"
In the end he managed to get a few straight guys talking about penises as a result of his "Snap your Chap" exhibition, which was put on one afternoon at a bar in Hoxton called The Foundry. He'd managed to get several dozen anonymous guys to send him pictures of their flaccid penises via his "Snap your Chap" web site, and the exhibition was to show these pictures. After a while he was able to persuade some of the guys, who were originally just drinking in the bar and had just wandered into the exhibition room to see what was going on, to talk about the exhibition and hence about penises. He even managed to get a few of them to step in to a tent and photograph their own chaps on a Polaroid camera, which were then added to the exhibition. I think the alcohol the guys were drinking though probably helped Lawrence achieve his objective.
Is it true that straight guys rarely see anyone's penis but their own? Lawrence seemed to think so but I'm not convinced, in terms of younger guys in London anyway. These days fitness is much more popular than it was 20 years ago, and sports facilities have changing rooms and showers. My experience is that in changing rooms, and public urinals too, straight guys can often be found taking a crafty peek and sizing themselves up against each other.
For me, the one big thing missing from the programme was a gay viewpoint. Gay guys have LOTS to say about penises, and are obviously very well placed to comment on the subject too. I've said it before but in general, I’d rather have a hard penis to play with than a big one! Guys with really big cocks can have problems getting and maintaining erections. No doubt Lawrence made a deliberate decision to avoid getting any gay input for his programme, perhaps fearing straight guys would be put off? Maybe, but just ignoring us gay guys doesn't make our views less relevant, so perhaps he needs to improve his attitude towards homosexuality so that any follow up programme can be more balanced.
None the less I did enjoy the programme. In fact, I'm sure it had an effect on my sleep that night. When I woke up the following morning, I realised at once that I'd been having quite an enjoyable dream. I won't go into details, but on the sidelines throughout the dream, there had been various different types of snakes. Very Freudian!
Monday, September 3, 2007
Sunday, September 2, 2007
A stag party
Arriving back in the UK from the holiday in Italy last Saturday, I head for a country house hotel just outside London. I've been invited to the stag party of one of my friends from university who's finally decided to marry the mother of his children, and not having seen the guy for more than a couple of years, I'm looking forward to it.
Stag events aren't usually held in such plush surroundings of course. However all the guys who've been invited have done enough stag nights involving pub crawls and strippers, so a dinner in a private room in a top hotel with good food and wine is a fabulous idea :-). And because it's a stag event, there'll certainly be a lot of wine, and probably lots of other alcoholic beverages too!
"You must know some good stories about the bridegroom GB," says the best man, "I need material for my best man's speech so what can you tell me?"
"Well, we both shared a single bed in my room one night when we were at university, is that any good?" I try.
"But did anything happen?"
"No, we were both a bit drunk, but nothing really happened. Actually, I always thought he was interested in experimenting with his sexuality, but I don't think he ever did :-(."
"Pity," says the best man, looking slightly disappointed.
Racking my brain, I tell him a few more things, but suddenly I remember something that's bound to be of use if I dare share the information.
"About ten years ago, he confided in me when his girlfriend had just left him. He needed a shoulder to cry on, and while I was consoling him he told me about all the women he'd ever slept with! It's quite a short list too :-). Somehow, I doubt he'd have told me if I wasn't gay."
An evil smile crosses the best man's lips and he manages to coax some of the information out of me. I feel a bit guilty afterwards, after all, I'm sure I was meant to keep everything I was told on that occasion confidential forever. But having the best man expose the bridegroom's inner secrets during his speech at the wedding reception is a well established English tradition these days, so how could I refuse!
It's interesting how memory works. When I arrived at the stag event late Saturday afternoon, I could hardly remember any stories about the bridegroom, but as the evening wore on and the alcohol flowed more and more things came to mind.
We all had a great time on the Saturday evening, although the hangover on Sunday was less enjoyable. I, in particular, was thankful that no one had hired any female strippers. The waitresses who served us all in the private room had a tough time though, not because we made trouble for them, but they were definitely blushing listening to the all the bawdy stories that we were telling!
Stag events aren't usually held in such plush surroundings of course. However all the guys who've been invited have done enough stag nights involving pub crawls and strippers, so a dinner in a private room in a top hotel with good food and wine is a fabulous idea :-). And because it's a stag event, there'll certainly be a lot of wine, and probably lots of other alcoholic beverages too!"You must know some good stories about the bridegroom GB," says the best man, "I need material for my best man's speech so what can you tell me?"
"Well, we both shared a single bed in my room one night when we were at university, is that any good?" I try.
"But did anything happen?"
"No, we were both a bit drunk, but nothing really happened. Actually, I always thought he was interested in experimenting with his sexuality, but I don't think he ever did :-(."
"Pity," says the best man, looking slightly disappointed.
Racking my brain, I tell him a few more things, but suddenly I remember something that's bound to be of use if I dare share the information.
"About ten years ago, he confided in me when his girlfriend had just left him. He needed a shoulder to cry on, and while I was consoling him he told me about all the women he'd ever slept with! It's quite a short list too :-). Somehow, I doubt he'd have told me if I wasn't gay."
An evil smile crosses the best man's lips and he manages to coax some of the information out of me. I feel a bit guilty afterwards, after all, I'm sure I was meant to keep everything I was told on that occasion confidential forever. But having the best man expose the bridegroom's inner secrets during his speech at the wedding reception is a well established English tradition these days, so how could I refuse!
It's interesting how memory works. When I arrived at the stag event late Saturday afternoon, I could hardly remember any stories about the bridegroom, but as the evening wore on and the alcohol flowed more and more things came to mind.
We all had a great time on the Saturday evening, although the hangover on Sunday was less enjoyable. I, in particular, was thankful that no one had hired any female strippers. The waitresses who served us all in the private room had a tough time though, not because we made trouble for them, but they were definitely blushing listening to the all the bawdy stories that we were telling!
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