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. :-(
Sunday, July 12, 2009
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. :-(
Friday, July 10, 2009
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.
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.
Friday, July 3, 2009
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Midnight Sneak Train
So this is going to be a short one. Last night I was on a midnight sleeper train from Munich to Rome. My travel mate and I were sharing a car with four others. The two on the top bunks were an older german couple. On the bottom bunk was friend and I. On the middle bunks were these two straight guys. Early twenties. College roomates. Not particularly hot. But I really get off on the "average straight guy" thing. Don't ask. hahah
So the first thing I noticed was that both of them were wearing fairly large shoes. Hot. As it got later, everyone went to bed and of course kicked their shoes off and stuffed their socks in them (onto the floor). Since my bunk was very close to the floor, it was not difficult for me to swipe.
As everyone else drifted off, I stayed up. Laying on my stomach, I realized that I could curl the shoe up close to my face without anyone noticing (there were no lights so visibility was limited anyway). Furthermore, if I just humped the bed ever so subtly, no one would notice even if they woke up. With my plan ready, I sprung into action.
I grabbed a sock from my bag and wrapped it over my cock head very casually (people would think I was just adjusting my package), so when I shot it wouldn't make a huge mess in my briefs. I laid back down on my stomach and waited till my friend fell asleep. Once she did, I quickly and silently reached over and grabbed one of Daniel's sneakers from off the floor. I took the sock out and stuffed it in my mouth before lying his sneak on the bed next to my face. I laid down and pressed my nose into it.
His sock tasted of acrid sweat, and I was in pure ecstasy. Not to mention, it was clear he had done a lot of walking in his sneaks. They smelled PERFECT! Exactly what a young, dumb straight guy's sweaty sneaks are supposed to smell like. In this state, I humped my bed for only a minute or two before shooting a huge load. When I thought the coast was clear, I stuffed the sock back in his shoe and set it down gingerly next to it's match.
Feeling quite content, I laid down and fell asleep. Not bad, huh?
So the first thing I noticed was that both of them were wearing fairly large shoes. Hot. As it got later, everyone went to bed and of course kicked their shoes off and stuffed their socks in them (onto the floor). Since my bunk was very close to the floor, it was not difficult for me to swipe.
As everyone else drifted off, I stayed up. Laying on my stomach, I realized that I could curl the shoe up close to my face without anyone noticing (there were no lights so visibility was limited anyway). Furthermore, if I just humped the bed ever so subtly, no one would notice even if they woke up. With my plan ready, I sprung into action.
I grabbed a sock from my bag and wrapped it over my cock head very casually (people would think I was just adjusting my package), so when I shot it wouldn't make a huge mess in my briefs. I laid back down on my stomach and waited till my friend fell asleep. Once she did, I quickly and silently reached over and grabbed one of Daniel's sneakers from off the floor. I took the sock out and stuffed it in my mouth before lying his sneak on the bed next to my face. I laid down and pressed my nose into it.
His sock tasted of acrid sweat, and I was in pure ecstasy. Not to mention, it was clear he had done a lot of walking in his sneaks. They smelled PERFECT! Exactly what a young, dumb straight guy's sweaty sneaks are supposed to smell like. In this state, I humped my bed for only a minute or two before shooting a huge load. When I thought the coast was clear, I stuffed the sock back in his shoe and set it down gingerly next to it's match.
Feeling quite content, I laid down and fell asleep. Not bad, huh?
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