There I was having a beer with my (female) friend last night
when I spotted a nice 189cm well-built guy walking across the street. My
immediate reaction: I lift my hand almost automatically and said hello and
smiled. The guy smiled back but shyly and kept walking past us. Whattafuck! And
then I realized it. He must have thought I was straight! What a predicament! How
could this happen to me!!
I
told my girlfriend to run behind the chair next time I spotted a sexy porn star
candidate walking towards us. She wryly smiled at me and lifted her glass to
her lips – placed it back to our table and turned at me facing directly
observing me with her cheeky smile: “Ah, a night’s first missed fuck that is
then?” “Bitch!” I said between my teeth. “I am sure he is coming back,” she
continued in a more conciliatory fashion. “He was gorgeous and he definitely liked you,”
She continued. “He is coming back I am sure.” I wasn’t convinced but smiled
without responding.
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We
observed the obvious. A gay street full of Thai boys and old farts accompanying
them. Not a pretty sight. I wanted to avoid this experience as long as I could
but decided today that I needed to show my friend around the town. We had spent
peaceful days at beaches and at our resort and we needed some fresh air (read:
stale, hot, humid and sticky town air)
I
thought about my missed opportunity. One missed fuck as my friend put it. Then
a group of three, Australians all of them, 100% sure, walked by with their
flip-flops, beer bellies, and cheap Chang –Beer shirts. All straight, all
boring. Oh well, fuckers are everywhere apparently. Not the right types though!
“Why can’t I just have some a-class meat!” My friend looked at me and nodded. She
sipped her drink and lighted up a cigarette.
Then
it happened. First, I saw a climbs of it. Then came the full figure. The guy who
passed us previously was indeed walking back towards us. “Run, RUN somewhere,
HIDE!” I yelled at my friend. She smiled at me and sipped her drink. The guy
was passing our place. He looked towards us (hold, hold, right timing…), and
right when he looked into my eyes (or so I imagined) I motioned him to join us.
He smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and joined our table. Yippee!
He
was a Norwegian Viking. LOL! We chatted this and that. He had come back to see
a show running at one of the Bars opposite side of the street. He asked me to
join which I did without much further thinking. We left my friend to keep an
eye on our bags. She can sometimes be soooo accommodating!
We
sat in a theatre-like bar facing closed curtains. It was very dark. I felt the
guy’s massive hand on my leg where his fingers were rubbing it. Oh, well I am
not complaining here. I placed my arm almost automatically between his legs and
found what I was looking for. Oh yes!
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His
masculine arms, and chest where leaning towards me and I sensed his big wide
mouth close to my neck. He whispered something like “I want you”, to my ear.
Ok, ok, I was a bit aroused. Then he
asked me: “What are you into?” You know this is not the first time I’ve been
asked this question. I have never honestly really understood how I ought to
respond to it. I just replied with a “Dunno”. He smiled at me broadly - almost
sheepishly. He was about to tell me just about everything he “were into”…The
whole list of things he liked. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to hear it all.
He could have started with something more general like favorite food for
example…
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Then,
there it was - bondage and bottom! Oh for crying out loud! Now did I really see myself tying 190cm tall
guy into some straps and fucking him while he enjoyed himself being all tied
up? OH NO! He also liked to buy go-go boys for entertainment. Why do I always
meet these bottom guys with a weird taste for fun! Like it wasn’t hard enough
already to meet good looking gay guys with beautiful bodies – couldn’t they all
be just versatile (meaning: they like being both on top and bottom = Fucking
and getting fucked). I don’t like
bottom-only guys. Why? Because it brings to my mind an image of a lazy bream –
and an image of a corpse-like woman lying in bed and waiting to get fucked. So
no, I do not prefer bottom-only guys.
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After
the show we went back to the bar to meet my friend. I told my friend that it’s
time to go. She looked at me in awe. “I’ll tell you later,” I said and ordered
the check.
Now,
this was the first day without sex for 5.5 months – up’s no, not quite. I did
have this nice boy earlier this morning at a poolside – kind of just happened
whilst we were walking towards our rooms…couldn’t help myself lol! So no, no
break in my lucky streak yet!
Cheerio!
J
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