Club One Seven

My favourite place to chill and hang out in Singapore is Club One Seven. Unfortunately it was recently raided by the police which led to its owner being prosecuted:



Hopefully they'll not be bothered again.

Is Rome the sleaziest city in Europe?

A couple of days ago, I wasn't particularly surprised when a taxi driver in Rome offered to take me to a special night club. I was surprised, though, when I examined my taxi receipts from this business trip in detail. A different taxi driver gave me the receipt below. I promise you, it IS a taxi receipt, and indeed you can see the word Taxi in the upper right hand corner. However, I bet that it was the large advert stretching from the upper left hand corner and into the middle of the receipt that caught your eye! Somehow, I don't think I can submit it as part of my expenses for the trip, so I guess I'll have to pay for it myself. I certainly don't want to suffer the humiliation of having the receipt refused, perhaps accompanied by an accusation that I'm trying to claim wholly inapprpriate business expenses!

Two hot guys!

I look too straight!

So I've come away on a short business trip. In the evening although I'm not in the mood for cruising, I'm not going to sit alone in my hotel room all evening either, so I decide to take a taxi into the city centre. It turns out that the taxi driver can speak some English, and after a bit of polite conversation, he asks the inevitable question:

"I take you special night club, you have good time there?"

I suppose I could have asked him for a gay night club instead, but I decide against it. No doubt all the special night clubs will tip taxi drivers who bring them clients, so there wouldn't be any benefit to him in taking me to a gay place!

Anyway, after a pleasant supper in the touristic centre of the city, I decide to take a few nighttime pics and post them here. Can anyone guess where I am, or for extra points identify the buildings or statues in the pictures?

aussieBum - Catch of the Day

This is the new brief from aussieBum which leaves nothing to the imagination! According to their advertising in a world first for aussieBum, this innovative fish net inspired underwear range for men reflects a man who has attitude & confidence. Looks good to me. Plus there's a jock as well.

Email from an Asian guy with a relationship dilemma

A couple of weeks ago, a reader sent me the following email:

Dear GB,

I have been viewing your blog off and on over the last couple of years. This has been quite therapeutic in times of boredom and I often find it useful to read your advice to other blog-users. Anyway, I needed a sounding board today of course, and thought that instead of being a silent recipient of your invaluable resource, I'd write to you for a change.

Here's my dilemma:

I am an academic, originally from S E Asia, and have been living in the UK for the past 12 years. To be honest, I have dedicated most of my time to work and progressing in my career (though not necessarily by personal choice I must admit). Anyway, I've never really worn my gay label on my sleeve, and being from a country where homosexuality is apparently illegal and given my staunch Roman Catholic (and assertive mother's) upbringing, I never really actively pursued a proper gay relationship. At the same time, I have a high sex drive and have often desired physical contact. Consequently, there were many times I had confused my sexual encounters with a 'proper' loving relationship (a figment of my imagination at times). Needless to say, most of my relationships never go past the one-year mark.

I was reading your advice to the Swiss 'Jewish' guy regarding trying out in numbers. And I consider myself to be fairly open-minded in terms of the shape, size and age of my potential partners. I hasten to add though that my ideal partner should really be around my age... of course, there is a legacy that my first encounter in the UK was with someone who claimed to be much younger than he was, and I found out years later he became a convicted paedophile (I was of legal age at that time of course). Anyway, all this is relevant as it will transpire.

So, during last Summer, as I ended a relationship with an American study abroad student, I went back to my home country and aimlessly cruised on gaydar. To my surprise, I received a message from this rather dishy guy from London (in his 30s). We chatted for a bit, and he knew I was abroad then and that I lived in the North of England. Anyway, my work takes me to the capital city quite frequently and we suggested that meeting for a drink would be a good idea. We didn't do so until the Autumn when I returned to the UK and we ended up having a meal, a few drinks, and bed! I had actually vocalised the invite to my hotel bed for a change (being the passive one, I am surprised... though my heart was pounding heavily yet again with the notion that this could lead to something more). Anyway, we got on fine, and it was soon after this that he confessed his real age (mid 40s), though he (and a lot of my friends) say he doesn't look it hahaha.

Anyway, we've carried on having a relationship. He is by far the best person I've dated so far: mature, thoughtful, loving, gently, understanding of my circumstance, supportive and not to mention a hard top lol! Though we only meet on-and-off, we do communicate virtually (emails, msn and to a lesser extent on the phone) almost everyday. The worrying thing now is that we haven't physically met for 2 months, due to a number of work-related reasons on my part (busy time of the year for academics). At the moment, I am having a mixed bag of feelings. In January, I inadvertently noticed that he was also chatting with other guys. Despite making promises that he will not do so again (though he assured me that this was just harmless chatting and no exchange of body fluids involved), I can't help but feel he is still doing so. At the same time, I am also guilty of the occasional chat with other blokes. Anyway, it is a mixed bag of feeling sexually frustrated, insecure and the fear of losing him. I know this is just silly, as we have now planned for a few trips away together.

Anyway, I thought that the sage in you might be able to advise. Nonetheless, this articulation has made me feel a little better. Hope to hear from you if you reply...

Many thanks.

An unsure gay guy undergoing mid-life (30s) crisis

In spite of the way this reader signed the email, it strikes me that this is more of a dilemma than a crisis. He's looking for a boyfriend and has found a good candidate, but the catch is that they live in different cities. It reminds me very much of the situation that I was in with ex-boyfriend P, because we went on lots of trips together, and we didn't live in the same city either. At least in this reader's case they live in the same country, because ex-boyfriend P was a long-haul air flight away!

This reader's situation also reminds me of an email that I got almost 2 years ago about handling hope in a long distance relationship. Looking back now at my response to that email, I'm not sure that I gave a very good reply. One of the key questions there was how can a couple survive in a long distance relationship without a clear plan for living together one day. I think a better answer to that question would be to say that long distance relationships like that are better described as long distance friendships (with benefits), and for that friendship to evolve into a relationship there does need to be a plan to live together at some point. However I still think I was right to say that there's no point killing off such friendships, as long as both people in the friendship continue to derive some benefit from it.

In terms of the reader who sent me the email a couple of weeks ago, I'm wondering whether they've thought about any plan for living together one day. Presumably not, otherwise the reader would have mentioned it, so I'd suggest that the situation would be better categorised at the moment as a close friendship rather than a boy-friendship. Certainly without even a vague intention of living together at some point, I think it's inappropriate to expect any kind of monogamy commitment.

But even if they plan to live apart so that it's not a fully-fledged relationship at the moment, there's every possibility that eventually the friendship could evolve in that direction. To achieve that, effective communication between the two guys involved will be vitally important. If they're already talking about monogamous relationships then I think it should be fine to talk about what kind of future they have together. If discussions about their future together seem premature, then so are any expectations of monogamy. But whatever stage they're at, they need to keep communicating and to be wary of making assumptions about what each other is thinking.

Nowhere is that more important than when it comes to the question of monogamy. Long time readers of this blog will know that monogamous versus open relationships is a favourite topic of mine. I think that too often guys just assume that if they go into a relationship with another guy then it has to be monogamous, because that's the relationship model that most people are most familiar with. My advice, however, is not to assume that a new relationship needs to be a monogamous one, and instead to discuss the issue and go on discussing the issue as the relationship matures. So if their friendship is evolving towards a boy-friendship and they haven't already had a good discussion on this subject, then it's getting a bit overdue!

Lastly, the reader needs to relax and chill out a bit. If he's worrying about losing this guy then it sounds like he's a bit desperate, and desperation is never attractive in a potential boyfriend.

Do any other readers have any thoughts on these matters?

This guy has a huge cock!

Nice package

Jailbait seduction techniques

Recently, I was chatting about online cruising with a gay friend who grew up outside the UK, when all of a sudden he asks me a different question.

"But when was your first time, GB?"

"What, from meeting a guy online, or do you mean real first time, however I met him?"

"Yeah, real first time :-)."

"Well, I was in my 20's before I did anything interesting with another guy. What about you?"

"Me?" he replies coyly, "I was only 13!"

"Really? So did you hook up with a class mate or something??"

"No, not at all," he says with a quite a serious look on his face now, "Actually, the guy who touched me was 34."

"My god! I had no idea," I reply, genuinely shocked, "But why on earth did you let that happen? Was it a member of your family? Do you think it had any effect on why you turned out to be gay??"

"Let me tell you the full story," he replies calmly. "When I was 13 the building that I used to live in with my parents had a gym with a swimming pool in the basement, but there was also a sauna in the male changing rooms. So at weekends I'd go swimming and afterwards I'd go into the sauna for a few minutes. I often used to see this guy in there who never wore anything, and I guess because I was gay I loved looking at his naked male body. Eventually we started talking, which is how I found out how old he was. Then for a few weekends he wasn't around, so the next time I saw him I asked him where he'd been. He told me that he'd been on holiday in Mauritius. I said 'wow' and asked if he had any photos. He said he'd bring them down to the pool the next day, but out of curiosity, I asked to go up to his apartment to see them instead."

"Well then," I interrupt, "you were asking for trouble weren't you!"

"Yes but you do those kind of things when you're 13! Anyway he took me up to his apartment, and once inside he showed me around before showing me his holiday pics. I studied the pics closely. He was on holiday with a friend but it was a male friend, and there were no women in any of the photos. And then I spotted a painting of two naked guys on the wall. Eventually he wanted me to leave so I thanked him and he showed me out. But once he'd closed the door behind me, I stood there thinking 'this guy is definitely gay'! So I knocked on his door again, and when he opened it I looked him in the eyes and in my sweetest young voice I said 'I always get hard when I see you in the sauna' ..."

"YOU SAID WHAT?" I ask, almost unable to believe what I'm hearing.

"Well GB," replies my friend with a huge grin on his face now, "I knew I was gay! I knew what I wanted!! This is just the story about how I started getting it :-)."

"So in fact it was YOU who seduced HIM!" I reply, bursting out into howls of laughter.

"Yes of course! He didn't want to do anything with me of course, after all I was jailbait back then. 'Are you hard now?' he whispered to me, and when I replied 'yes, can I come in again?' he told me that I was too young. So I started talking a bit louder and pleading with him 'PLEASE :-) :-)' and perhaps to avoid attracting the neighbour's attention he let me back inside! It was the first time that I'd been touched by another guy and I came almost immediately. I felt so embarrassed that I collected my stuff and left as quickly as I could."

"But did you ever see him again?"

"Yes I did. Actually, after that I couldn't resist going back as often as I could!"

She's hot!

I just came acrosss these on the web

Hot foursome

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Email from Virgin Driver

A couple of days ago, I got a lovely email from a reader who called himself "Virgin Driver". In the email he told me that my blog had helped transform his life, had helped him to come out as a confident gay man, and had also inspired him to blog about it too. Getting emails like that always makes me very happy, and makes me think that blogging is a highly worthwhile activity. Although at the moment his blog is invitation only, he sent me his first posting with permission to use it here in my "Reader's story" category. This is what his first post says:

Introductions

So, I'm a 24 year old virgin who can't drive, but not for much longer. The thing is I'm gay, but up until a few weeks ago I couldn't really admit that to myself. Of course I've known for years, even started to accept it internally, but three weeks ago something just clicked. I changed from "slowing coming to terms with my sexuality" to being "gay and proud of it" and ready to do something about it and tell people in the very near future.

So why am I blogging about this? Well it's cheaper than therapy for all those years of repressed sexuality, but mainly because the thing that made "something click" three weeks ago was a blog. If this can help another gay person come out and fell happy and confident about their sexuality then it will be worth every word. The last few weeks have been some of the most exciting and revelational in my life and I want to be able to look back and remember how it all felt.

Coming out to myself - properly - was the hardest part (I hope). Unlike some guys who worry that their parents will freak out or their friends will abandon them, I genuinely can't see that happening to me. I also live in one of the best cities in the world to be gay in: London, and I work in an industry where it definitely won't affect my career: Creative.

I have a really caring, open-minded and liberal bunch of friends. There are already lots of gay guys in my extended circle, so apart from an initial shock they should get used to it pretty quickly. Although if I'm honest I don't think there will that much shock, they probably put the pieces of the puzzle together themselves a long time ago.

As for my parents, they're pretty liberal, they like to think of themselves as good, modern, middle-class, open minded people. They've never put any pressure on me or my brother (who I'll get to later) to be or do anything, they just want us to be happy. Even if they initially have trouble accepting it they'll try to happy for me. There's another reason I'm optimistic about it, which I'll get to below. I don't plan to tell them for a while yet, I want to build up my own confidence and have the ability to support them if they need help when I do come out. It took me about six years to accept my sexuality so I can't expect them to be 100% fine over-night, but they'll get used to it.

As for my brother, well that's a different story, but not the one you might expect. The thing is he's gay too. Apparently it's not as unusual as you might think. I've been about 99% sure he was gay for the last few years, but didn't really think about it too much. He was also the first friend or family member I came out to, just last weekend. I wasn't planning to tell him first. But I knew he was gay and I wanted us to be able to talk about it. We're not really that close, but I think part of the reason for that is because up until last weekend there was a great big elephant in the room that is our relationship. I'm not entirely sure how he took it, I thought we would have a really good talk about a lot of things but we only talked for about 15 minutes and then didn't mention it for the rest of the weekend. Maybe he was shocked, he said it had crossed his mind, but I'm very quiet and reserved so wasn't giving any of the obvious signals. I'll have to try talk about it with him some more but we don't live in the same city. He's going to be visiting London in June when he's going to introduce me to his boyfriend of one year.

Well there is so much more I need to punch out on this keyboard, but I think I've written enough for now, coming up in future posts:

Gay support groups (or Gay.A. meetings as I call them)
My early memories and thinking for the first time that I might be gay.
Living in the closet in San Francisco.
Using gay social networking sites.
Making gay friends.
Meeting my brother's boyfriend.
Coming out to my close friends.
Telling my parents.
Going to my first gay bar.
My first date. (happening this Tuesday)
My first "experience" (Although I'm not sure how explicit I want this blog to be, so don't get your hopes up)
Being out at work. ( haven't got a clue how that is going to work yet or if it even needs to happen)
My thoughts on relationships and casual sex (constantly evolving)
Gay culture reviews and maybe some gay rights history too.
And last but not least: learning to drive.

It's all ahead of me and I'll try to share (almost) every detail here too.

Lastly a shout out to the two blogs that have helped me massively so far, London Preppy, who like me was a 24 year old virgin and whose coming out post kick started this whole process and gaybanker whose wisdom, experience and honest blogging helped me take the next steps.

Email from a Londoner curious about gay sex

About three weeks ago, a reader sent me the following email:

Dear GB,

I have been following your blog on and off for about a year. I have always found it entertaining and enlightening.

I am a 23 year old Londoner, born and bred. I'd like to describe myself as relatively normal and down to earth. I don't lead my life by excesses but rather indulge in them from time to time. I keep fit and active and have varied interests including women. I have in recent times become more aware of certain urges that I have felt towards other men which previously I wasn't in touch with. I am intelligent and open minded enough to view these as opportunities for further exploration rather than worrying pathologies but I am faced with a dilemma and wondered whether you might be able to help?

I want to explore sexual activity with other men but I am not prepared to do so in an open and obvious way. Society's obsession with sexuality means that I fear having to commit myself to other people's assumptions about who I am or what I do before I have even had the chance to try anything. From my own investigation I am aware that anonymous or rather impersonal sexual encounters are quite normalised within gay society and this is something that I think I would like to take part in or experience. I don't know quite what to do or where to do it. The idea of a sauna (Chariots etc) seems a bit daunting and Hampstead Heath strikes me as too open and potentially dangerous. The more I read about your experiences in your gym the more I think that the informality and more subtle nature of that environment would suit me... I really don't know.

Can you shed any light? Provide any advice? Even some hints and tips and how and what to do.

Any help is very much welcomed.

Best wishes,

When I received this email I sent the reader an immediate reply, warning him that it would be a few weeks before I'd get round to replying, and asking him if he'd seen the old posting that I did about how gay men cruise gym saunas and steam rooms. Within a day or so I received his reply:

I checked that blog post out and I think that's the kind of thing I am looking for, perhaps it was the inspiration in the first place, in fact it may have come up on a google search and that's how I found your blog ... aah memories. I guess I just have to find the right gym with the right sauna.

Looking forward to the reply. Keep up the good work and thanks again for your help.

Reading this reader's first email in detail, he makes some good points. Even in modern liberal societies like we have in London guys don't grow up wanting to be gay, so it's understandable that this reader doesn't want to be perceived as gay yet, given that he's not sure. But he should bear in mind that straight guys who're confident of their heterosexuality will sometimes adopt things that have become fashionable in the gay community, so there's no need to put a lot of distance between himself and gay culture. Admittedly though, whatever bits of gay culture that move across to the straight world, having sex with other guys won't be one of them!

I've never been a fan of outdoor cruising in places like Hampstead Heath. However if a guy who's looking for anonymous gay sex knows how to identify other gay guys in that kind of situation then it's probably not too dangerous. But as a novice cruiser it would be much harder for him, so since there are other options I'd agree that he should look elsewhere.

It's a pity that he finds the idea of visiting Chariots too daunting, because in many ways places like that are the epitome of anonymous encounters. Walking up to the door and paying the admission fee is probably the hardest bit, but once inside, in the first few rooms it just feels as though one had walked directly into a men's changing room at a gym. They give you a couple of towels as part of the admission fee, so if I ever go I'll keep one of those towels in my locker so that I've got a clean towel to dry myself with when I take a shower just before leaving. When one goes in, one basically strips off and puts all one's clothes and shoes in the locker, and then wanders around with a towel around one's waist. Since the locker rooms are quite open, shy guys will wrap the towel around themselves before removing their undershorts. My recollection is that the locker keys in Chariots are on tough elastic bands, so what a lot of guys will do is wear them around their ankles to avoid losing them. If they wore them around their wrists of course, the keys might end up making a noise if they manage to find interesting things for their hands to do!

One good thing about places like Chariots is that one doesn't need to work out who's gay and who's straight, because it's safe to assume that everyone is gay. The problem with gym saunas and steam rooms is again that novices will find it hard to tell who's interested in a bit of fun. Also, a novice probably won't give off the right signals to any gay guys that are in the sauna, so the novice may be interpreted as a straight guy with the result that activities won't start while he's around. In fact horny gay guys can end up resenting guys that they think are straight if they hang around the sauna, because it prevents them from hooking up with other guys that they have identified as gay!

However, long time readers of this blog can probably guess what my favourite solution to this reader's curiosity is, namely gaydar. Anyone can get a free account (called a guest account) on gaydar, although one needs to give an email address. If the reader doesn't want to use any of his existing email addresses when signing up then he can simply create a new one using a site like gmail or yahoo. I'd recommend having a picture or two to load onto the system, although to preserve anonymity it's quite acceptable to leave one's face out of the pics on one's profile. Again one advantage of this is that one doesn't need to work out who's gay. It's also more comfortable than places like Chariots or gym saunas, because one can meet in the privacy of your home of the other guy's home.

Yet another idea would be to pay an escort. Escorts are available on gaydar, and can also be found in magazines like Gay Times, which is readily available. However I think paying for fun takes a lot of the pleasure out of it. None the less if a guy decides to pursue this option it could all happen very quickly, because the other options all require mutual attraction and finding that can take time.

In summary, my recommendation for guys curious about gay fun would be to use online cruising web sites like gaydar, or visit somewhere like Chariots. However if they want to try activities in a gym sauna, they need to try especially hard to identify the other gay guys, and then not to be seen as a barrier to fun.

Do any other readers have any useful thoughts?

Fun after gardening last weekend

Last Saturday was probably the first good day of the year so I decided to get out into the garden and do some general tidying up and weeding whilst Kim was out shopping. I worked up a sweat and eventually stripped down to my underwear. When I’d finished I went inside tossing my underwear off and opened a cold beer.

Sitting there naked on the couch, I suddenly felt horny. I stroked my cock a little and felt it begin to rise. I reached for some lube, spread my legs and let my imagination run wild while stroking my hot cock.

I leaned back and continued enjoying the pleasure for a few minutes until I heard a slight sound coming from outside. I jerked up to see Pete my neighbour’s 19 year old son watching me. I’d forgotten he was home from university for the weekend. I was frozen and just stared. But he seemed to be in better control and just smiled, reaching inside his sweats to pull his hard cock out. He smiled again and pointed to the sliding glass doors. I finally regained my composure and nodded. He came inside.

I really didn't know what was going to happen and thought I'd just explain so we could save any embarrassment. "Wow, you've got a big cock," he said, standing about six feet away. "Hey, Pete, this sometimes happens to us guys as I'm sure you know. I didn't think anyone would be around," I said, sitting up now and forcing my rock-hard cock against my flat stomach. "Yeah, I know," he said, still playing with his own cock. There was a little silence, and then he said, "Can I sit down, too?"

My own good sense should have said no, but when your cock is in control, good sense often doesn't prevail. "Yeah, sure, if you want to," I said, watching him come over to the couch and sit down. By now, my cock was raging with precum drooling out the end. He kicked off his trainers and pushed down his sweats, making him as bare as I was. He began to stroke his cock while staring at mine. I put my hand back on my cock and slid it up a couple of times.

"That's the biggest cock I've ever seen," Pete said softly. "Can I touch it?" I didn't say anything but removed my hand and leaned back. Pete quickly reached over and started jacking me off. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as the wonderful attention of his hand on my sensitive cock and balls was ecstasy.

Through half opened eyes, I saw him slid down on the carpet in front of me, continuing to explore my superheated cock. I closed my eyes again, feeling his gentle caress down the shaft, across my balls, back up to the head. He would pull it back and let it flop nosily against my belly. I automatically opened my legs a little wider to give him full access.

Suddenly, I felt a new sensation. My eyes flew open as I watched - and felt - Pete drive my cock half way down his throat. Before I could react, he was sucking furiously. All I could do was moan at this point and let him keep up the good work. And that he did. He licked and sucked and massaged like I've never had before. As he gained confidence that I wasn't going to slug him or send him home, he went at my cock like a pro. When I would feel myself getting close, I would gently push his head away and he would rest for a few seconds before returning to that saliva-covered shaft.

He had me almost in delirium with the antics of his tongue and throat. It was obvious this wasn't his first time taking cock. At first, I reacted involuntarily and thrust my cock down his throat, causing him to gag. Finally he relaxed and got control of his gag reflex. He would start at the head and push that throbbing shaft all the way down his throat, driving his nose into my trimmed pubic hair. I could feel his throat muscles tighten around my rock-hard cock. During "rest time" he would lick and suck my balls until he felt he could attack that throbbing piece of meat again.

I heard a noise and looked to see him grabbing at the nearby lube and condoms. He was pounding his cock, too. Suddenly he stood up, his own six-inch cock stick straight out. He turned and, before I could react, was lowering his tight hole over my slick cock. If he had poured molten lava over my cock I don't think it would have felt as hot.

I instinctively reached up to hold his hips as he continued his slow decent to paradise. When it seemed a little too much for him, he would rise up, slide up and down a few times and then ease a little further down that huge pole. There was an unbelievable sight before my eyes of a tight ass gradually consuming a throbbing, glistening shaft. I could see the hole stretch wide to accommodate almost more than it could handle.

Finally, I felt him rise up, straighten his back and crash down hard, driving the last inch or so all the way up his hole. I thought I would pass out from the feeling of complete ecstasy. I could feel his pelvic bones on either side of my crotch as my cock disappeared deep in the super-heated recesses of his gut. I heard him gasp.

He held it deep for a few seconds and then began to slide up and down my shaft. I held his hips and watched my cock appear and disappear in that glistening hole. As he became more relaxed, he began to rotate his hips, drive back and forth and literally fuck my cock.

He pulled off my cock and swung around so he was seated in my lap. He repositioned my cock and it slid into his hole effortlessly. I started fucking his hot ass now, thrusting up to meet his descending ass.

I pushed some of Kim’s magazines to the floor and swung him around on the couch. Then I began to fuck his ass like I've never fucked before. He was moaning loudly as he wrapped his legs around my waist to give me better access to his hungry hole. I leveraged my feet against the arm of the couch and drove every millimeter of my cock deep inside his sweet ass.

I'm sure the whole time wasn't more than 30 minutes from when he sat down to when I felt that first rumble deep inside that signals an impending climax. And he could sense it too as he held on to my shoulders and locked his legs around my waist, ensuring my cock would not be able to withdraw until it was completely drained.

"Oh, man, I'm cumming," I moaned, as I repeated raped his well-fucked hole. I would pull back as far as his legs would let me and then slam back into his guts, the force of my drive met by the thrust of his ass and the grip of his legs.

My climax seemed to last forever. Gradually, I began to slow down, still stroking my cock deep in his stretched hole but with less hunger. Even having just emptied my balls completely, it felt so good to just slide my softening cock back and forth, feeling him tighten his ass muscles to let me know he too was satisfied.

Finally I slid my cock out of his well-fucked ass. I couldn't move and closed my eyes. I suddenly felt the condom being removed and something warm on my cock and barely opened my eyes to see Pete wiping off my softening cock with a warm, damp washcloth.

"Where did you learn all that?" I said softly. "There's a lot more than courses at uni," he laughed. "But I think this was one of the best...if not the best." "Unbelievable and incredible," I replied. "Yeah, and just think we're right next door. Just let me know when you want Round Two. I'm always horny," he smiled as he picked up his sweats and headed for the patio door.

Hot Aussie!

One of my favourite blogs is Shannons Official Blogspot. He looks really hot in speedos and seems a real fun guy. He's just passed his lifesaver test - congratulations Shannon.

Weird or art?

I need a hug please!

My first anal orgasm

My first anal orgasm was about the most earth-shattering thing I'd ever experienced. I'd played about a little with rubbing my ass and inserting a finger or two as part of masturbation but I usually stopped and came by jacking off normally. One day I decided to use my then gf's dildo in my ass - I just had an inexplicble urge - so I lubed up and squatted down on the dildo and felt it slide inside me until suddenly I felt a surge of pleasure go right through my cock. I started to slide up and down on the dildo, slowly fucking myself before turning the it on to vibrate - the pleasure flowing from my prostate was fantastic. Instead of sliding up and down the dildo, I just grabbed it with one hand and started fucking my own ass with it and the most intense pleasure built up and built up until I looked down and saw my cock twitch as it shot out a load of thick milky cum! I felt weak and shaken from the intensity of my orgasm and I was so stunned that I'd just come without touching my dick once.

Lap Dance

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guys with iPhones

So I just found this site . As I've just got myself an iPhone maybe we could start the same thing here?

Sexy Rugby Players

Can I help cure your hay fever?

One morning a few days ago, I wake up in bed next to a new friend. Outside I can hear the familiar happy sound of the dawn chorus :-). Inside, however, every now and then I can hear my new friend sniffle slightly :-(.

"Are you awake," I ask quietly, moving over to put my arm around his mostly naked body.

"Uh huh," he replies lazily, "but trying to get back to sleep again!"

"Good idea :-), but are you OK?" I ask sounding concerned, "it sounds like you've got a cold or something."

"Actually I think it's just hay fever. I guess I need to ejaculate again."

"What did you say?" I reply startled, "Did you say 'ejaculate'??"

"Yeah, apparently it's a cure for hay fever."

The warmth of his body feels so good next to mine. Slowly, I move the hand that's just started cuddling his chest down towards his legs.

"Well then," I say mischievously, "perhaps I can help cure your hay fever :-)".

But as soon as I start fondling him downstairs, his hand grabs my hand firmly and moves it back up to his chest again! I guess he's not in the mood for a hay fever cure :-(.

Later, I decide to do a bit of research online to see whether there's any truth in his theory that ejaculation cures hay fever. There seem to be several articles on this subject, most recently one in New Scientist with the title Masturbation could bring hay fever relief for men. Apparently, a neurologist called Sina Zarrintan from the Tabriz Medical University in Iran thinks that ejaculation should help hay fever because it causes constriction of blood vessels all over a man's body, including both genitals and nose. That should soothe the swollen nasal blood vessels that become irritated with hay fever, hence freeing the airway for normal breathing.

I don't know if it actually works, but one thing's for sure. I've got an interesting new chat-up line :-).

Puppetry of the Penis

Kim went to see this a while ago with a bunch of her mates. Looks hilarious.

Cock rings at the gym

What do you guys think if you see a guy in the shower or wet area sporting a cockring? Is it really rude or do you chalk it up to his choice? I've just seen a guy do this and thought it looked great because it was outside the usual setting where you see cockrings (gay sauna, beach, etc). What's your thoughts?

Marilyn Chambers, RIP

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N/2+7

I'm in a meeting at work this morning when suddenly my boss makes a comment about a well respected guy who works for another bank, and who we all know.

"Actually, that guy hasn't been very productive since he got married to that young woman a few years ago!"

We all laugh, because my boss is clearly implying that instead of making money for the bank that he works for, he's got better things to do!

"But he broke the rule," my boss continues, "because she was only 25 years old when he must have been about 52."

"What rule are you talking about?" I ask.

"N/2+7," replies my boss cryptically, "where N is the age of the man. No man should marry a woman who's younger than N/2+7. So this guy's limit should have been a woman aged 33!"

"But who says?" asks another colleague, "I've never heard that before!"

"It's just a reliable rule of thumb," says my boss confidently, "something's just bound to go wrong if you break the rule. Hasn't anyone else heard of that before?"

We all shake our heads and soon the meeting moves on to work related matters. But for the last few minutes of the meeting I'm thinking about the rule that my boss mentioned.

It even seems sensible for young guys. If a guy is 18, the rule would say that his female partner shouldn't be younger than 16, which works in the UK at least because that's the age of consent. The rule was stated for heterosexual guys and marriage of course, but even so, I can't help wondering. Perhaps it's also a sensible rule for gay guys?

GUYS, WHEN WEARING SPEEDOS HOW DO YOU PREFER YOUR COCK?

The latest poll has now closed and the results are:

Pointing upwards 46 (42%)

Pointing downwards 32 (29%)

I always wear shorts 23 (21%)

I don't wear anything to swim or on the beach 8 (7%)

So most of you guys point upwards. I've never got away with that. I wear my cock either down or pointing to the side. Down creates quite a profile but up looks like an erection.

Anyway here are some guys in their speedos:

Email from a guy with a crush on a guy with a boyfriend

About four weeks ago, I got the following email from another blogger:

Dear GB,

I am a fellow blogger and an avid reader of your blog. I have read many times your advice that you have dished out to fellow gayers. I thought maybe you could offer me some of that wisdom.

I have just got out of an 18 month train wreck of a relationship. The details I won't go into right now. A few weeks ago I met a guy at a party and there was an instant spark. He was smart, funny and attractive. He made it clear to me from the get go that he would like us to hook up. I liked him so I didn't shoot him down. It was only when he introduced me to another guest at the party that I realised they were a couple. Him and his boyfriend had seen me before and had discussed inviting me to a threesome.

I vetoed the idea because I was not sexually attracted to his boyfriend. However through out the party we kept sneaking off to chat and to kiss. The more I got to know him the more I realised I liked him. Not just sexually. He even called me after I left to tell me he enjoyed my company and that we should meet again soon. But he also made it clear that nothing would ever happen with us without his boyfriend's involvement. I was disappointed to say the least. He knows that I have this crush on him.

They guy is in his thirties and is a philosophy teacher. I am in my twenties. Ever since that night we have kept in contact via text message. The content is always ambiguous and only once or twice has he even mentioned his attraction to me. I can't get this guy of my mind. It's crazy because I don't even know him. I don't understand why he keeps up the contact but yet still makes it clear that nothing will ever happen with us. Well he says this but then will subtly mention us hooking up! He knows how I feel about him. Why does he want to prolong it? If nothing is ever going to happen then would it not be best to cut all contact. I cannot help but reply to his messages when he sends them. I get a little flutter when his name pops up on my phone!

I cannot continue this because it's driving me crazy.

Any advice?

Indeed, all the txt msgs must be very distracting so the reader clearly needs some kind of resolution!

In any situation like this, it's useful to try and work out where the other guy is coming from. From the information supplied, my guess is that the other guy is firmly committed to his boyfriend, with a relationship where they're allowed to have sex with other guys although only in each other's company. Actually, judging from the tenacity with which the other guy's been pursuing the reader, my guess is that they really enjoy having threesomes with other guys! I'd also guess that the other guy has picked up on the reader's strong attraction for him, and is trying to leverage off that to get the threesome he wants. He can smell the fact that the reader is very interested in him, so like any good hunter, he's after the kill! He probably is attracted to the reader, although probably no more than any of the other guys that he's talked into threesomes, and certainly nowhere near as much as the reader is attracted to him.

One course of action would be to try and break the connection. Just by failing to respond to his txt msgs and phone calls the other guy would lose interest eventually. A better way would probably be to ask him not to get in touch unless he's interested in a hook-up without his boyfriend. If the reader can be firm and clear enough about why he needs to break the connection, the guy should respect the reader's wishes. The only problem with this course of action is that the reader's attachment to the guy is likely to take a long time to fade. Which is why, if it were me, I'd follow the other course of action.

Even though I prefer 1-2-1's, I'd do the threesome just to see how it all turns out. Indeed, in a recent comment, LWW pointed out that I'm a bit like Oscar Wilde because I can resist anything except temptation! But for this reader, there are probably more good possible outcomes from that scenario that bad ones:

• If it goes badly, that'll probably cure the reader of his crush.
• Once the guy has had some activities with the reader, he may just add him to his list of conquests and then lose interest in him, leaving him in peace.
• In spite of the reader's indifference to the guy's boyfriend, during the activities he may discover that the boyfriend has hidden talents that make him a vital component of the experience.
• He won't have to live the rest of his life wondering "what if ...".
• It may turn out that the boyfriend just likes watching, and even if the reader thinks he doesn't like being an exhibitionist for another guy like that, he may discover that he actually really enjoys it.
• ...

Although it's true that one possible outcome is that it'll just deepen the reader's desire for the guy who's already made it clear that he's only available in conjunction with his boyfriend, I reckon there are many more scenarios where the result will be some kind of resolution and closure. In any case, if he really has got a very strong crush on the guy it probably couldn't get much worse anyway, so accepting the invitation and succumbing to carnal temptation won't do much harm!

Do anyone else have any useful thoughts for this reader?

Fun in a hotel

We were in London for the weekend and were staying in a hotel, and that we were standing just outside the door of room 318. By "we", I mean Kim and me.

The room was like pretty much every big hotel room - cream-coloured walls, floor to ceiling windows, and a big double bed. It even had one of those generic prints of coloured squares hanging on the wall.

I suppose it's somewhat childish, but my first action was to jump onto the bed. Of course, it was only moments before I had Kim straddling me, her lips descending towards mine. My hands found her arse, clad as it was in "audible trousers" - corduroy that rubbed at the thighs when she walked. She played her tongue over my lips before biting and pulling. I loved it when she was like this - I just love being dominated. I'm not entirely sure whether it's the not having to decide what to do, or getting to be lazy.

Kissing, I should note, can take a while. We weren't exactly in an hurry, and we must have spent at least thirty minutes kissing, groping and fondling before she even had her top off, and I was able to lift her breasts out of her bra and take a nipple in my mouth. I know I love cock, but boobs are gooooood. So, for that matter, is pussy. Especially Kim's. I love stroking it, I love licking it, and I especially love fucking it. The first push in always feels so good, so tight and wet around my cock. It's hard to describe how it feels really, so I guess you'll just have to imagine it. More about fucking Kim later.

By now the flies of my jeans were undone and her hand was groping my cock, making me gasp in her cold grip. At the same time, I was squeezing her breasts and looking up into her eyes. She has the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.

She rolled off me, and made for her bag. I made for her arse and gave it a nice smack.

"Cheeky," she said, turning round and grinning. She opened her bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Well, not quite handcuffs – hand restraints, made out of leather. Softer, but had a downside of being less jangly. I like the jangly. "Do you want it?"

"Fuck yes babe," was all I could think to say. When your topless girlfriend offers you incredible sex, you can't really think of much else. She crawled back on to the bed, dragging her tongue up my chest, ending with her boobs dangling over my face while she attached my wrists to the headboard behind me. Just out of reach. Of course. She moved back down my body, running her hands over my chest, and finally pulling on my jeans. I lifted my arse off the bed, letting her get my jeans all the way off, and then splayed my legs for her.

"Soon babe," she cooed, pulling out a blindfold. "I just think you should be a little bit more helpless first." It was something I was never going to refuse - I love having her dominate me, and a blindfold just makes it even sexier because you can't tell what she'll do next. Within a few seconds, all I was able to see were a few spots of light down near my nose. It wasn't exactly a good blindfold - Kim told me she picked it up free from an aircraft - but it did its job well enough. I felt the bed move as she stood up, and then again as she sat on the end of the bed between my legs.

"So, what shall I do with you?" She asked, trailing her fingers up my thigh and flicking the bottom of my boxers. "I could do this..." she licked my inside leg from my knee up to my boxers, "this..." giving my leg a smack with the back of her hand, "or even this..." she said, her hand squeezing my cock through my boxers. I moaned.

"Please..."

"Please? Please what?"

"Please suck me," I whispered, opening my legs wider.

"You want me to suck you?" she asked, as if shocked. Her fingers found my inside leg again, and started tracing slow circles up under my boxers. "OK then." I waited, and then a hot mouth found my big toe, sucking as promised. I groaned in frustration.

"What, wasn't that what you wanted?"

"No... Please... suck my cock."

She didn't reply, but I felt her get up off the bed. A minute later, I heard the snip of scissors. She dragged the cold steel up my inner thigh, and I flinched.

"Can't have you moving. I don't want to cut off something important. I think I'll have to restrain you further." Some noises of rummaging, and then I felt her tying my ankles to the bed with some sort of fabric. Probably some of my ties - I'd been wondering where some of those had disappeared to. "Right, that's better. Just to test though..." Her fingers went for the soles of my feet, and had me in horrible laughter in seconds. I squirmed, trying to get my feet away from her, but the bonds held me tight. "Excellent" she declared. Again, the dragging of cold steel up my leg. "Now, hold still..." A few snips and I felt my boxers fall away from me, or rather be pulled out as she cut between the leg holes and then up the front. Naked, blind, and all my limbs tied up... The scissors were dragged over my cock briefly, before, by the sound of it, being put away somewhere. Then, silence. I knew she must still be there, but I couldn't hear anything, at least not over the gentle hum of the room's air conditioning. I'd never felt so alone.

"Kim?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Yes babe?" came the response from almost right next to my ear.

I started to say please, but before I'd got the first syllable out, her hand had wrapped itself around my cock, and started slowly pumping up and down. The rest of the word just became a long, drawn-out moan. She giggled.

"You're enjoying that too much." Her hand left my cock, and trailed up my chest, just as her mouth found my nipple.

"I think you're enjoying this too much," I replied. All I got for that was a quick slap to my cheek.

"I'm allowed to." Then she withdrew again, and my ears strained to hear what she was up to. I was answered a few seconds later when I felt her mouth again enclose my big toe. Having your toes sucked really has no right to feel as good as it does. Her mouth worked over my left foot, licking between my toes and sucking, and then moved onto my right. Then, she kissed, ever so agonisingly slowly, a trail along the top of my foot and to my ankle. Then, a long lick up to my knee, and then moving to the outside of my leg, a series of kisses up to my hip. Then she withdrew. I moaned in frustration, and she laughed lightly. My left leg this time, kisses from my ankle up my inside leg, so so close... and then her hair brushing over my cock. Torturess.

She retreated again, and a few seconds later her mouth was kissing my
ear, and her hand went over my mouth. Whispering, she said,

"I don't think you should be able to talk." If my eyes hadn't been covered by the blindfold, they'd have been wide. Gagging was something we'd never done before. But a thick strip of fabric was laid over my mouth, and tied behind my head. It smelt of detergent, which meant that of my normal five senses (the ones they teach in school, not the 42 you really have), I was down to only sound and touch. It was incredibly thrilling, yet a bit scary too. I was utterly helpless now.

She got off the bed, and again I heard some rummaging. Presently, something cool was laid on my stomach.

"Do you know what this is?" She cooed in my ear. I shook my head. "It's the sextula. It's about time we got around to using it..." She picked it up, and stroked the tip up my chest and over my cheeks, before giving them a playful smack. I felt her change position so she was straddling my face, facing down towards my feet. I could feel her bare legs against me - she'd apparently stripped off her trousers sometime. She slowly lowered herself, dragging her bare breasts over my stomach and pushing her pantie-... no, make that thong-covered... no, thongs can't cover really... pushing her almost-bare arse into my face, letting my nose rub over her pussy, feeling the wetness of the fabric.

Then came a smack to my side with the sextula, and I flinched. Then a smack to my other side, before it stroked slowly up my cock. I braced myself for the smack, but it never came. Instead, I felt her warm breath on the tip of my cock, making it jump in excitement. But no. She stood up, and jumped off the bed. The next smack went just above my knee on my inside leg, the one after that on the opposite leg. I heard a snap of elastic, then felt her move to have one leg on each side of my left leg, then I felt her pussy against my toe. She felt incredibly wet and slippery, and well... my big toe found its way into her pussy. I wiggled my toes, feeling her juices between them. She, however, seemed shocked.

"I didn't say you could do that," she said, though not making any effort to actually move. "I'll have to punish you for that."

"Sorry Mistress," I mumbled, though it was probably unintelligible to anyone else. Then came smack right on my left inside leg, just inches away from my balls. I swore in pain, and my cock jumped. She started moving up and down slightly, fucking herself with my toe, then smacked my other leg. It hurt, but fuck it felt good.

She got up again, and started licking at my toes, cleaning up her juices.

"So, as I was trying to say before you started being naughty... what would you like? Would you like me to lick your balls?" I moaned my approval through the gag. "To suck them, to bite them?" She continued. Again, I moaned my acceptance. "And then, would you like me to take your big hard cock into my mouth and suck you off?" I moaned again, and nodded vigorously. I could tell she was smiling, even without seeing her. "Little slut."

The bed moved slightly, and I felt warm breath on my balls, and then a tongue, just touching the very back of my sack. I groaned in ecstasy as she touched possibly the most sensitive place on my body. She licked all along the ridge of my ball sack, making me moan again, and then she bit down, pulling at me. I loved the sharp pain it caused, and my cock jumped in appreciation. She spent a few minutes on my balls, making me moan with each touch, until I wasn't sure I could take it any longer. Then her hand went to my face and pulled the gag off.

"Thank you Mistress," I said. She laughed, and then dragged her tongue all the way from the back of my balls, right up my cock and kissed my tip. Fucking tease. She sensed my anticipation, and engulfed my tip with her hot mouth, biting on my foreskin. Then, she went straight down, taking most of my cock into her hot mouth at once, and licking vigorously. He started bobbing up and down, using her teeth to scratch my shaft just the way I like it.

"Fuck babe, that's so good," I whispered.

"Mmm, it looks so good too," Kim whispered into my ear, clamping her hand over my mouth. "Shh, let Jenny suck you off. Give her lots of nice cum to taste. I want to see her mouth filled with it."

Fuck. Someone called Jenny was sucking me off, and my girlfriend was actively encouraging me to enjoy it and then come into her mouth. I truly felt like the luckiest guy in the universe.

"I love you," I whispered when she removed her hand from my mouth.

"I know," she replied, giving me a brief kiss. "I love you too." I lay back, concentrating on the sensations this Jenny was giving my cock. I hoped she was hot. She was certainly good at it - I'm not sure I've ever felt a better blowjob, though I suppose that might have been partly because my cock had been achingly hard, and her mouth was very... soothing. And smooth, and warm and wet, and oh so lovely. One hand was wrapped around the base of my cock, giving me a bit of manual stimulation, and her other hand was playing with my balls, pulling and stretching them. Kim straddled my head, and lowered her pussy onto my mouth, leaning forward to rub herself on my nose while letting me lick her clit. She moaned as I did so. She knows I love her pussy, especially licking it, and I love to know that she's enjoying it.

Jenny's mouth came off my cock, and she started licking its underside. Then I felt a shock of electricity running down my spine as Kim's tongue joined in licking the top, making her way up to my tip and briefly taking me into her mouth. I doubled my efforts on her pussy, loving the feel of her smooth, shaved lips on my face, Jenny started licking up, and I felt her meet Kim's tongue on the tip of my cock. I heard the first groan from Jenny, higher pitched than Kim's, and I knew they had to be kissing. My girlfriend kissing another woman, while she has her pussy in my face. That is almost the perfect fantasy for every man. Jenny's mouth returned to my cock, and I heard Kim alternately crying out in pleasure whispering her encouragement, I was almost there myself, and stopped licking just long enough to say so.

"Come on babe, come in her mouth. Let me see your cum dripping out from between those slutty lips. You haven't even seen her face and she's about to make you cum. Fucking do it babe, do it. Come in her..."

I could feel my orgasm welling up, about to burst. I tried to hold it back as long as I could, concentrating on something - anything - else, but with one last suck on my cock, I could hold it no longer, and I came inside the slutty mouth of some girl I'd never even seen. I moaned as I came, and Kim ground her pussy hard into my face. I couldn't count how many ropes of cum I sent into Jenny's mouth, but it felt like a lot. Kim was moaning "fuck yes" as I did, and I collapsed back on the bed, as Jenny pulled her mouth off my cock. There was a sound of kissing and slurping above.

A few minutes passed as I just lay on the bed, recovering from one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

"You're such a good slut, Jamie." Kim said. "Lots of nice cum for someone you don't even know. There was a click as she released my hands from the headboard. I closed my eyes as I moved my stiff arms to remove the blindfold. It was a lot brighter, and I slowly opened my eyes, looking up into Kim's smiling face.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too."

My kind of party!

The London Lesbian and Gay Film Festival

Yesterday was the last day of this year's London Lesbian and Gay Film Festival. In previous years I hadn't paid much attention to it, however this year Close Encounters asked me to go along and see three films with him. I was happy to accept his invitation :-).

The first film we saw was called Investigating Desire, a collection of seven short films ranging from 4 minutes in length to 20 minutes. It was a very eclectic mix but about half way through, during the short changeover period between two of the films, I feel I need to make an observation:

"Um," I whisper to Close Encounters, with a slight giggle in my voice, "this is basically pornography isn't it, dressed up as a set of arty films!"

"There's no grunting or groaning," replies Close Encounters quietly, ever the serious film buff, "so it can't be porn!"

Not that I'm complaining of course, I see nothing wrong with enjoying a bit of porn every now and then :-).

To my mind, the penultimate short film of the collection was the most unusual, and also in fact the shortest. It was called Dan's big hands and after the films before it, I thought I had a pretty good idea what Dan's big hands would be good at! It turned out to be a kind of video which accompanied a song. The song started out

I want to get lost in Dan's big hands,
Lose myself in Dan's big hands,
...

So far so good, but with lines like

Round my neck, tighter yet,

I ended up feeling very confused! Is that meant to be reference to Erotic asphyxiation??

The next film we went to see was called Fariytale of Kathmandu, which was a documentary about gay Irish poet Cathal Ó'Searcaigh on one of his visits to Kathmandu. It was a very disturbing film, because it turned out that Cathal Ó'Searcaigh spends his time there befriending boys who're only just over the legal age of consent. For sure he helps them by buying them things, that's the charitable work he does there, but then they seem to end up back in his hotel room for activities. Although many of the boys don't seem to mind too much, none the less it feels very much as though they're being taken advantage of. Indeed, the premise of the film is that although his behaviour is legal, nevertheless the relationship with the boys is an exploitative one, akin to or equal to sex tourism. Perhaps the most disturbing fact is that Cathal Ó'Searcaigh doesn't see anything wrong with his behaviour, otherwise he wouldn't have invited the filmmaker to Nepal with him!

Lastly, we went to the closing gala of the festival, where the film Baby Love was being shown. To my surprise, as we're sitting down a familiar voice suddenly says to me:

"Hey, GB, how you?"

To my surprise it's my colleague M, seated right behind us next to his new boyfriend! It's really good to see him, although so many scenarios suddenly start rushing through my mind. Close Encounters knows all about how I really met M, however M's new boyfriend just thinks that we know each other from work! And neither M or his boyfriend know about this blog of course!! What had we been discussing before M noticed me? Luckily, before the opportunity to give away any more secrets presents itself, the proceedings begin. There are a few speeches about how well the festival has gone, an interview with Vincent Garenq who directed the film we were about to see, and then finally the film itself.

Although the film addresses some serious issues, it's also a comedy. The plot is a bit contrived, engineered to make the happy ending possible, but none the less it's very enjoyable. In a nutshell, the gay pediatrician wants to be a father in spite of his boyfriend's strong veto, but eventually it all happens and all broken relationships get mended :-). It very much reminded me of my own paternal aspirations, although since I don't have a boyfriend now, I seem to be further away from that than ever :-(.

Luckily no opportunity for socialising arises after the film, and we bid farewell to my colleague M and his boyfriend almost as soon as we've stood up. Close Encounters needs to rush off, so I go out onto the street to find a taxi. Soon I'm travelling back home, but on the way when I turn my phone back on, I receive a txt msg from a nice guy that I met recently called V. He can go out on a date with me the following night after all, so I start feeling a bit happier. And in spite of the fact that I'm right back at the start with V with numerous hurdles to overcome, I feel even happier when I recall one particular fact about him. V has a lesbian sister, who therefore might one day might need a father for a child, and a friend or boyfriend of her gay brother might be an obvious choice! Even though I'm not getting any younger, there's still hope :-).

Cute pair

Twink and his toy!

NEW JOE SNYDER CAMOUFLAGE GEAR

When Jockstrap Central saw the new camouflage fabric, they loved it so much they decided to not just bring in the jockstrap, but also the cheek boxer, jock-string, and thong. They had just met their new model Stefano (a handsome fitness trainer) and just knew he was just the guy for this new gear. They were right!

All the new gear is constructed with Joe Snyder's signature s-t-r-e-t-c-h Plyamide/Lycra fabric that molds and forms to all your assets. Each of these four styles have unique design elements that Stefano shows off to perfection.

The Stretch Jockstrap has a peek-a-boo pouch design with a slit between the waistband and pouch, convenient when you get so excited from wearing this sexy gear.

The Cheek Boxer has a contoured front pouch and the back side is cut high and has a rear center seam that clearly defines each cheek.

The Jock String marries the styling of a jock with it's wider front pouch and dual back string straps, but with an adjustable loop that joins the leg straps keeping the straps centered between your cheeks.

And finally, the Thong has a classic thong back but has a very narrow front pouch perfect for those who like to point to the sky.

Be sure to check out the new gear and all the delicious new photos of Stefano over at Jockstrap Central.

The World's Most Dangerous Sex Toy

A couple from Lexington Park Maryland surely win the prize for the most dangerous and downright stupid homemade sex toy. They decided to attach a dildo to an electric Sabre saw. If that wasn't foolhardy enough in itself, they then went one stage further. Instead of carefully crafting a custom attachment to fix the dildo to the mechanism of the saw the less than intelligent couple just stuck the dildo on the end of the saw blade. The result was a visit to the hospital, some very awkward questions and I reckon no bedroom antics for quite some time

Email from a guy who wants a boyfriend

A few weeks ago, I received the following email from a guy that seems to be a relatively new reader:

Dear GB,

Let me begin with how I found your blog in the first place: by searching under "monogamous gay relationships" on google in hopes of finding a dating site where gay men are not just looking for sex! Your blog came up. I loved the posting on the Paris trip!

Now, some background: I am a 29-year old guy living in Geneva, Switzerland. I 'm Canadian and moved here for my current job, which has me in a banking environment – all be it in a very small office with little contact to the outside world. I've been out since my mid-twenties – to family, friends, and all who care to know.

I am desperately (big word) yearning to meet someone with whom I can share every day life. Sex too. But I find that lately, I am more and more turned off from the gay scene, from casual sex, and from gay dating sites which merely provide a home to those looking mostly for sex. I guess I'm just really low key, and I'd love to find someone similar. I want everything that the quiet good straight girl dreams about – including the guy ;)

Before I come off as a sob case, I should preface the preceding paragraph with a few facts: I am searching for a cute, handsome, intelligent, professional guy that can flirt with me mentally AND physically. I just can't seem to find one. And also – if he's Jewish and English speaking, that'd be even better! Finding one that I like, and that likes me – a needle in a haystack!

I don't have many gay friends, and my social circle in Geneva is quite small – like the city itself. I am open to meeting guys in other cities – Zurich, Paris, London – wherever – but they seem less open to meeting anyone outside their own. And why should they? There's plenty around them!

Tell me: where can this picky-come-desperate mama's boy find his man?

On the face of it, this email seems a lot like the email that I posted last week. However, the situations of the readers who sent the emails are completely different. Last week, the reader's problem was more that he wasn't yet comfortable being gay. However the reader here has a different problem.

Many years ago before I met ex-boyfriend S, I had a very fixed idea of the kind of guy that I wanted for a boyfriend, much like the reader here. However, when I fell in love with ex-boyfriend S he had few of the characteristics that I originally thought I wanted. Even though he was smart, he hadn't been to university, so he didn't have a profession like I did. Like the reader here, I'd been looking for someone with a similar background to me, but the guy I ended up with was completely different!

I'm not suggesting that the reader should lower his standards at all. But I am suggesting that he should be open to many more types of boyfriend that he's probably open to at the moment. No doubt this reader is Jewish, so as an example, a nice Muslim boyfriend would be a much better idea :-). I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before but my ex-boyfriend P was raised as a Muslim, and although I'm not Jewish, I was raised as a Christian. Similarly, my ex-boyfriend R is Hindu.

I think there's often some truth in the idea that opposites attract. For gay relationships where the gender of the people involved is the same that means that it's good if the two guys come from different backgrounds, or grew up in different countries for example. Of course they need to have things in common too, but I don't think it's good to have too strong idea of what kind of boyfriend one wants, or to go looking for someone who's very too similar to oneself.

I'm a big fan of playing the numbers game, and meeting as many guys as possible in as many different ways as possible, and seeing what happens. I also think it's important to be relaxed and cool. Indeed, the last sentence of the reader's email summarises his problem. "Picky" and "Desperate" are both very unattractive in a potential boyfriend. On top of that, "Picky" narrows the field unnecessarily. So if he is desperate he needs to chill out.

Bigger cities like London, San Francisco and Sydney may have more gay guys living in them, but that doesn't necessarily help. Ex-boyfriend P used to think that in cities where there are lots of gay guys, the abundance of choice means that most guys can never commit to relationships, because however good a potential boyfriend is it's always possible that one might meet an even better candidate the following day! So as a capital city which isn't too big, I'd have thought that Geneva would be a great place to meet a boyfriend.

I guess I'm just saying relax, open up, and try and meet as many guys and types of guys as possible, especially guys from different cultures and backgrounds. But do any other readers have any thoughts on this subject?