Home :-(

Sorry, no updates to be had really. Just staying with the fam for a week before I head back to school. It isn't all a loss though. After all, married suburban men need their cocks sucked too. :-)

Barcelona part 1!

Spain in general, and Barcelona in specific was my favorite place in the whole trip! We ended up going to Barcelona, Valencia, and then back to Barcelona. So these pics were from the first visit!


AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I ate a shit-ton of paella in Spain.

Oh the possibilities.
WHOA!
More paella.

Interlaken!

Interlaken was MAGNIFICENT! We actually went there before Marseilles but I accidentally skipped it. Anyway, we were actually reminiscing on the plane ride home and both agreed that while Barcelona was our favorite city, we had the best time in Interlaken. The people in our dorm were incredibly fun, our roomates were great, we loved our hostel, the city was adorable, the mountains were breathtaking, the weather was beautiful...it was all just perfect.

One of the first things we did was go to this pool before we could check in to our hotel and thats TOTALLY ME ABOUT TO JUMP!
Gratuitous ass shot
ABOUT TO PARAGLIDE! I had such a huge crush on my instructor...
Our first meal in Switzerland was Hooters Interlaken
I hiked ALL THE WAY UP to where I am from that town.
And I was ready to die.

AIDS Walk DC

On Saturday, October 3rd, I will join thousands of other people in the 23rd annual AIDS Walk Washington. This event is a 5K fundraising walk and timed run, benefiting and produced by Whitman-Walker Clinic. I am doing the walk, with a large group of my friends and fellow students, and would really appreciate your support.

My fundraising goal is $500, and I kicked things off with a $15 donation. For me, this is all about giving what you can. The lowest amount you can donate is $5, but even that would be greatly appreciated. I'm giving what I can: my time, my ruggedly sexy legs (hehe), and a small donation. All I am asking is for you to give whatever you can.

Click here to visit my page and support me.

If you donate, not only will you be supporting me, but your money will be going to Washington DC's Whitman Walker Clinic. Whitman-Walker Clinic is a nonprofit, community-based organization founded in 1973 that provides affordable, accessible and high-quality health services to the Washington metropolitan area. With the advent of the AIDS epidemic, the Clinic became a leader in the fight against HIV/AIDS. In addition to medical care, the Clinic’s services include HIV testing and counseling, addiction services, a day treatment center, mental health programs, legal services and an at-cost pharmacy providing HIV medication. You can find out more about the Clinic at www.wwc.org.

Your contribution will help Whitman-Walker Clinic provide critical services to those living with HIV/AIDS. Every dollar brings hope and provides needed care. Please visit my personal fundraising website to make a secure online donation. You can also print a donation form at my website if you prefer to mail your donation. Checks should be made payable to AIDS Walk Washington and mailed to PO Box 73768, Washington DC 20056-3768. All contributions are 100 percent tax deductible.

Again, I want to thank all of you for taking the time to read this. And a special thanks to those of you who take the time to visit my page. Thank you all for your support and generosity.

Ben

Be careful what you wish for

Ok, this is going to be a quick one.

One of my greatest pet peeves on this Earth has happened to me three times in the past twenty four hours, and frankly I just need to rant a bit.

There is nothing I hate more than when you politely decline someone's sexual advance and they demand to know why. Last night at the New York Bondage Club I received an offer and told him "Oh that's very kind of you, but no thanks". And as soon as I said it, he immediately asked me why not. This is such a perplexing question to me. Honestly, why do people want to be told in great detail why their offer of sex isn't desired. After asking me why once I continued to joke with him and be light hearted without saying anything. He then asked what my type was and I told him. He was like, "well that's me, except I'm not dark featured. Oh, so just because I don't have pigment, we aren't going to play?". NO. That isn't why. And if you keep asking me, I am going to give you the answer you are so desperately searching for.

I just got another one of these on recon. A man invited me to fly across the country to stay with him for a few days and get roped up. His pictures (of ropework) were impressive, but he had no posted pictures of himself, nor did he offer any up. As usual with recon requests, I replied "Thank you very much. Your ropework is very impressive, but I'm going to have to decline. Best of luck to you". His response, "May I ask why?". Mine, "Because I'm not interested". Him: "Age? Obviously you like what I like".

This is when it became clear he wanted to know why I wasn't interested. So I told him, in no shortage of words. And no, it had nothing to do with his age. Suffice to say he did not care for my answer.

So that is sort of my position on the matter. There is no reason I would ever be rude to someone who polity offered to tie me, or get tied, or host me. And if they press their luck, I'll still be perfectly respectful. But if they keep pressing me I am going to just give them exactly what they want.

Marseilles and Montpellier

So: Marseilles is a dump. Period. We left two days early because it was just a dump. The one redeeming quality was the rock beaches. And even they, beautiful as they were, roughed me up pretty badly.






Montpellier on the other hand was quite beautiful! We were forced to stop there on our way to Barcelona, and I was quite happy we were.




MOST DELICIOUS CIDER EVER!

Obeying

About twenty minutes ago I messaged a Sir who may soon be training me full time to ask him how his day was, what his plans were, if there was anything I could do for him, etc...

His reply was simple, "Yeah, take off your underwear and shove them in your mouth". He then said he was signing off and that I may take them out in an hour.

And now I am sitting here, with my dirty briefs stuffed in my mouth, held in with duct tape. And I'm doing this for no other reason than I was told to, and that it pleases Him.

ROMA!!!

Rome was incredibly beautiful. Out of all the places we went to, Rome's history was so present everywhere you turned. Also, the food was incredible. I was eating gelatto twice a day, every day.

Why boys need Daddies

Here is more proof (if any was needed) that boys need men to take care of them. Because sometimes... they don't put on sun screen even when they know they should.

Ow. :-(

Munich!

Unfortunately it rained for most of our stay in Munich. Still, we had a great time and what we did get to see was quite beautiful.

Beautiful views from the top of this church.

There will be more of these to come ^ _ ^.

A typical Bavarian meal consists of a LOT OF MEAT! But lets face it, I am no stranger to large amounts of meat.

About to eat.

So as I said, it rained a lot. We had packed one dinky umbrella. When we got to Munich we found an abandoned umbrella at the train station and took it with us. When we left, we put it back where we found it.


I could have sworn that said "raunchen". And raunchen, as you can see, is strictly verboten.

Brussels and Amsterdam!

More pics! Brussels was one of the least interesting places I have ever been hahaha. But hey, fries and waffle were delicious. Not to mention we went to a beer brewery where I had my first beer EVER! Damn was Brussels tiny though.

AMSTERDAM WAS AMAZING! The city was beautiful, charming, and so liberal. Not to mention, I ended up sucking four thick cocks at the Eagle on one of my nights.

Swooooon

This will be a quick one, gents. And not very kinky. More just an example of how amazing flirting can be.

Last night I had dinner at a very small and unpopulated restaurant right around the corner from my hostel in Rome. We were heading towards the train station, so we just needed to grab a deal meal on the way. What I got was a whole lot of hunky Egyptian.

His name was Hamad, and he was unspeakably charming. He was out waiter, a fact I was instantly excited about. Now everyone loves eye candy, and I was perfectly content to leave it at that. But maybe he wasn't. He relaxed against a wall (there were no other customers) and chatted with us as we waited for our food. A wait I did not mind in the least.

Eventually he started to teach us some Italian, coming to the word for "fine/good": ben. As many of you have probably already realized, that is my name. I told him this, chuckling and he just smiled at me. He looked up, as if contemplating for a second, and then looked back at me. He winked, and said "Ben.... fine". SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON. Now this guy had charm (the way all sleazy Italian men do (despite his being Egyptian)).

Soon after he ran to get our food and left in peace as we ate our dinner. Clearly I had fallen, and my travel mate was becoming increasingly frustrated at my dewey-eyed behavior. She said it was just cheap, sleazy, charm; and that it didn't mean anything. Fair enough. I focussed my attention back onto dinner.

That is, until my travel mate ran to the bathroom. Within minutes, Hamad came over to clear her plate. He bent down...inches from my face...winked, blew me a tiny kiss, and said "Ben... fine". SWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He took her plate away, leaving me breathless and with SERIOUS butterflies in my stomach! She eventually returned and I took my turn to go to the bathroom. On my way, guess who I ran into. Ugh... he looked at me intensely and asked if I had liked everything. To which I replied in the extreme affirmative heh.

As we left, my friend reminded me (near-constantly) that he was just a cheap, sleazy, charmer. But what the fuck did I care? Would I ever see him again? No. Was he even gay or interested in me? Probably not. Was he just working me for a tip? Almost definitely. And what's wrong with that? I had a great time reliving all those swooning moments that I probably haven't felt since high school. I paid, thanked him, let our eyes linger into eachothers' for just another moment, and finally left (leaving him, of course, a VERY generous tip). Fuck, he earned it!

Btw, you should all know I am writing this while on another overnight train. This time from Rome to Interlaken. There was a muscular stocky italian guy (though not particularly good looking) whose sneakers I was eyeballing the second he walked in. Tragically though, they remain up on his bunk.

You can't win them all.