June 29, 2005
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The Death of Venus (detail)
I noticed this disturbing detail yesterday on that mural down the street from my apartment. I guess it’s better than some of the alternatives.
Yeah, THAT’S why you were fired
xxXxxX1986: i got fired from my job :(
Wheresmyxxxxxx: OMG I am sorry..what did you do?
xxXxxX1986: lol i dont know :(
xxXxxX1986: they didnt tell me. they left a msg on my anwsering machine.. so i went into human resources..
xxXxxX1986: 4 ppl were uncomfortable working with a gay guy so managment fired me.
xxxmyxxxx: get out of here
Wheresmyxxxxxx: Well sue them
The_Xxxx: LOL...there's a lawsuit
xxxmyxxxx: that is discrimination
xxXxxX1986: see. everyone tells me to do that.. :(
Ed-Xxxxxxx-Pa: it i legal in pa to be fired for being gay\
The_Xxxx: where did you work?
xxXxxX1986: but i just dont have the strength anymore to fight.
Ed-Xxxxxxx-Pa: look at the late night tv add from the gblt gourp
xxXxxX1986: iam sick of fighting with jobs..
xxXxxX1986: lol girl.. its not that serious ill find a better job
Wheresmyxxxxxx: it's not the point josh
Ed-Xxxxxxx-Pa: where it is lefal in pa to fire him for being gay!
xxXxxX1986: ednewton? what the fuck ru trying to say
xxXxxX1986: u cant even type
xxXxxX1986: so whatever ur trying say cant even come out right so just hush
Ed-Xxxxxxx-Pa: but they did not break a law firing you
xxXxxX1986: ur breaking some laws right now by being a hot mess
Ed-Xxxxxxx-Pa: you think i am hot wow
xxXxxX1986: lol no read the words HOT MESS
The_Xxxx: oh good lord in heaven
Ed-Xxxxxxx-Pa: xxXxxX i feel your pain !!
xxXxxX1986: lol girll i dont have pain lol..
xxxmyxxxx: xxXxxX what type of employer are they?
xxXxxX1986: i dont care guys !
xxXxxX1986: with my qualifications and back ground ill land a even better job
xxXxxX1986: rsx_02 is my lover haha we are going to get married xxxmorrow thnx
lonewolfXXX: rsx is DEFINITELY cute
xxXxxX1986: hes mine thnx have a nice day
masculineguyXXX: rsx_02 is a fucking fake loser faggot
xxXxxX1986: no that would be you.
xxXxxX1986: see unlike u, he can hold a convo you are fake
masculineguyXXX: nope i know rsx
onexxx4u: rsx is a nice guy
xxXxxX1986: you are a MESS haha
XxxxxKenaiyochan: masculineguy ok you dude are the one who is FAKE
masculineguyXXX: ur a fag too
XxxxxKenaiyochan: your pic is like 15 years old you live in a house with 2 older people
xxXxxX1986: a fag? why bc i turned you down? haha
XxxxxKenaiyochan: you arent out to anyone
xxXxxX1986: :) thats hot!
XxxxxKenaiyochan: you fucking smell and you are a rude dumbass who prays on young hot people
onexxx4u: oh my
XxxxxKenaiyochan: such as myself
xxXxxX1986: oh girl.. you just served him
xxXxxX1986: thnx haha
XxxxxKenaiyochan: need i mention 2 years ago?
XxxxxKenaiyochan: i didnt think so thank you
XxxxxKenaiyochan: ....and i am done ^_^
masculineguyXXX: what u saying chink
XxxxxKenaiyochan: get it STR8
XxxxxKenaiyochan: ...i am JAP
HighStrungLoner: And these people think they get fired because they're GAY.
I’m breaking one of the rules of Joe. My. God.’s A THIS Blogger’s Manifesto with this post. I’m posting to say I have nothing to say! Well, almost nothing, anyway.
I haven’t been doing very much because I’m kind of broke and it’s been grotesquely hot. Why leave the house? I’ve been to my friend Margetty’s place in West Philly a couple of times to feed her cats while she’s on fucking Martha’s fucking Vineyard and it’s really worn me out. They used to be my cats and I love seeing them so I’m dealing. Also I’m out of one of my meds and can’t afford the refill until Friday, so I’m being extra careful.
Speaking of meds, the Effexor is no longer making me feel like ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag. In fact, I’m doing pretty good. I’m sure sleeping soundly and I got a bunch of work done over the weekend. It wasn’t easy to start but I did and I actually finished. It may not sound like much but my major complaint to my therapist and psychiatrist is that I sometimes find it nearly impossible to start a project. (I’ll pace around the apartment or stare into the computer or try to sleep, anything but actual work.) Maybe these pills are going to do something. I still don’t feel great but certainly not as bad as the first few days. In some ways I feel better than before I started and some worse, so we’ll see.
Oh, As an added bonus I have NO APPETITE!! What a fucking blessing.
June 26, 2005
It still works!!
To my surprise, I found myself with a semi-hard dick on Afternoon 2 of the Effexor Experiment. I was online as usual and saw that my buddy the bear was available. I asked him if he wanted to come over to do some testing. He agreed.
Man, he is GREAT. Now I feel bad that I wrote how good the guy was last Saturday. Rick (the bear) is absolutely one of the best, most long-lasting cocksuckers ever. Actually, he’s got a more varied dick-sucking repertoire than the other guy, too. There, now I feel a little better. He comes over a like once a week and blows me. He’s good-looking, reliable and great sex. What could be better??
Anyway, I usually get pretty excited and end up jerking myself off. Not today. I leaned back and enjoyed it for a long, long time. He made lots of eye-contact which I love. His soft goatee felt great on my balls, too. Normally, deep-throating is uncomfortable for me but not when he does it. It’s heavenly. I stayed rock hard. He had me sooo close a couple of times. But I was just not able to shoot, dammit! He was though. Nice!
Later on, the foot guy came over. I’m still not into feet but he’s very hot and I liked watching him stroke while he sniffed my feet. The incredibly cute and talented Drub wrote to me a while back saying I was a real sport for indulging a foot fetishist but, hell, it was fun and it made me hard. So why not do it again?
It was even better this time (Uh-oh!) He was better-looking than I remembered and I thought he was hot then. He sniffed and licked my feet, complimenting me on their smell. He came up to work on my nipples for a while. Great tongue! The whole time he stroked his meaty dick. (I wish he kissed but he’s all about safety so that ain’t gonna happen, unfortunately.) He moved back down to my feet for a while and rubbed his mustache against them. That felt great while I stroked my cock. He asked if I was ready to shoot but I knew I couldn't. I was ready to watch him shoot, though! And he did. Then he washed his hands and left. Thanks, man!
So. It looks like I can get hard and stay hard but I can’t ejaculate. Or, at least, I lose interest because it takes so long. I can live with that—for now.
By the way, here’s one of Drub’s banners, since it’s so perfect for this posting. He does beautiful work.
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June 25, 2005
Oh, THAT’S when it happened!
More from gay.com.
stripped_down: what's shampoo's theme tonite
Bloodfire984: Bring it Back
stripped_down: what is 'it'
Bloodfire984: music from the 90s and before
skaterboiz_nj: hmm might be good
stripped_down: well the music did start to suck after then
June 24, 2005
Did I mention that I’m depressed? Well, I AM. (I wrote about it here a few months ago.) My therapist sent me to a psychiatrist to investigate medication. I liked her. The interview was interesting and I felt that she really “got” what I was saying and knew what she was talking about. I coveted her Palm Pilot with the directory of drug interactions on it. There was a test to make sure I knew I who and where I was and I had to remember three words: tree, apple, ball. She put the paperwork on the floor and asked me to pick it up and fold it in half. If I were in her place, those folded papers would bother me every time I opened my chart. I didn’t tell her that. I passed! I did tell her that I will be very unhappy if the medication affects my ability to achieve and maintain an erection. I think she understood since I said it three times.
She prescribed Effexor and this is Day One. I HATE it so far. I feel as if I’ve been up all night and drank too much coffee. I’m tired and wired at the same time. And nauseated. Oh, and it’s really expensive but not as pricey as the Seroquel she prescribed for sleep. I haven’t bought that yet but I’ve used it before. (I’ve been using Xanax to sleep for years but it has started robbing me of sleep. Oh well.) Seroquel really knocks me out, which is great, but it gives me terrible Restless Leg Syndrome. It’s so bad that I have to get out of bed and walk around. It’s maddening. So, I end up having to take some Xanax anyway to stop the RLS. But that’s all part of the miracle of modern psycho-pharmacology.
I’m done complaining now.
June 23, 2005
Man of the week
Because I love my readers. I am now out of trom pictures.
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June 22, 2005
I love British mob films and Layer Cake is a great one. It’s beautiful to look at, consistently surprising and sometimes really funny. It’s got style to spare and had me scratching my head a few times, which is always good. Guy Ritchie injected new life into the genre but he seems to have been neutered by Madonna and/or Kablahblah. So it’s great to see talented new directors like Matthew Vaughn making this kind of stuff. I was hooked instantly by the gorgeous, hypnotic opening sequence. Go see it!!
June 21, 2005
The death of Gaydar
The New York Times finally catches on to what I’ve been saying for years: Gay men FOLLOW trends now, they don’t START them anymore. They have become completely uninteresting as a group. By the way, the charticle is wrong; American Idol is SO gay. I swear I’m the only gay man on earth who doesn’t watch it. Young gay guys are all on friendster now, for crying out loud. Can you get more white bread? (Come to think of it, yes, there’s Josh Groban!) And they have no idea who John Waters is. Really, they don’t. What the fuck happened??
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What about Gay Sloth??
Man of the week
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June 20, 2005
The electric company
PECO knows who what I like.
The adorable Morgan Spurlock, of Super Size Me, has a new TV show on FX called 30 Days. It’s kind of like the movie, someone changes their life in some way for 30 days. This week, Morgan and his girlfriend moved to Columbus, Ohio and worked minimum wage jobs for a month. It was pretty depressing. It’s good but not quite as focused or incisive as the movie. (Don’t blame the hospital for a high Emergency Room bill, Morgan! Really!) Still, he’s so cute that I’ll be watching every week! He looks great in a harness serving drinks at a leather bar during the credits.
Man of the week
He’s trom on WorldFist/Worldleathermen. I don’t know nuthin’ else about him but he sure is good-lookin’! Let’s hope he shaved just to get the tattoos. If I find out any different, I’m dumping him!
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The guy who sent me a message on Friday night did indeed come over last night. I completely embarrassed myself by leaving an AA meeting to take his call but it was really worth it. He was much better-looking than his picture which was pretty goddam good to begin with.
He came in and we started kissing right away. He was very good at it. We played with each others nipples through our shirts. More kissing.He took off his shirt to show a beautiful, hairy torso. He pulled up a chair and got to work on my nipples. I was hard as soon as we started kissing but his mouth on my nipples really got me stiff. He rubbed his stubbly goatee on them before he moved on to my dick. I was ready.
I undid my pants and dropped them to the floor. His mouth felt amazing. He kept rubbing my nipples. After a while his hands moved down to my cock, stroking me as he slowly sucked. It was great having such a hot man focus so much attention on my dick. He was a stellar cocksucker. I came close to shooting a couple of times. It was really difficult to hold back but I did. Finally he started stroking and sucking faster and I couldn’t help myself. I shot my load and he kept his mouth on my cock to get every drop. He’s the first guy in ages to make me shoot standing up with no help from at all from me. It was GREAT!
I got dressed, he put his shirt back on and wiped his mouth, smiling. I let him out.
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June 19, 2005
For a change, I went to The Adonis last night. Yes, I know it’s shocking but I’m nothing if not unpredictable.
When I got there it was dead. I’m talking maybe a dozen men total. That number doubled in the hour I was there. Nothing much interested me, though. There was a tall guy with a shaved head who I thought was really hot. From what I saw, he was a bottom but he wanted me to blow him. I did for a couple of minutes, not very enthusiastically.
As I said last week, stand-up fucking isn’t my strong suit. The heat and humidity in the basement wasn’t as bad last night so I had a bit more stamina. Honestly, though, I only really enjoyed one of them. That’s because he bent down over the bench to bring his hole down to where I could really pound him. I grabbed the back of his t-shirt and went at it with all I had. He would reach back and spread his ass nice and wide or play with my balls. A man came up behind me, ground his crotch against my ass, nuzzled my neck and played with my nipples. I could smell other men’s loads in this guy’s hole. I love that! He got mine, too. I took a breather and he came over for more. I obliged but I didn’t last very long. He said, “Thanks again,” anyway. I zipped up and left.
When I got home, I saw that I missed a message from a VERY hot man from Pittsburgh who is in town for the weekend. He said he read The High Strung Loner and wants to get together sometime tonight. We spoke on the phone earlier so it may actually happen. I hope so!
June 17, 2005
I got the itch!
Fuck the critics! They must be neuters. A Dirty Shame is the funniest John Waters movie in years.
June 16, 2005
He came from outer space…
Out on DVD today! A beautiful, entertaining and very moving documentary about Klaus Nomi. He was a bright light of the New York New-Wave-but-not-quite-punk scene. He was someone I would normally have found pretentious and silly, but Nomi’s utter sincerity and stunning talent made him shine through all the crap. He really must be seen to be believed. There is footage of his very first public performance at the otherwise unremarkable “New Wave Vaudeville” produced by Ann Magnusen, who, of course, became really famous later. He stunned the audience which included lucky, lucky ME! He went on to perform famously with David Bowie on Saturday Night Live and had a huge following in Europe. It ends quite sadly after a triumphant return to New York for a great performance at the Mudd Club. His death in the early days of the AIDS epidemic is especially sad for reasons that go beyond the disease. It’s a wonderful film. Please see it, even if only to gawk at the sexy Man Parrish, one of Klaus’s cohorts and the man responsible for the soundtrack to my favorite porn film, Joe Gage’s Heatstroke. He’s still hot and still working. He did a great remix of Klaus’ Total Eclipse, included on the DVD.
It was also really nice to see that people like Kristian Hoffman from The Marbles who wrote most of Klaus’ songs and artist Kenny Scharf are still around and, apparently, working. Look for some old black and white footage of some kind of party with every member of Television and Blondie in attendance. It’s fun!
June 15, 2005
The guy I fucked in the hall in front of everyone at The Adonis last week sent me a message on gay.com tonight and said he wanted more. He was lots of fun so I was up for it. He lives about a ten minute walk from here. He said he’d leave the door unlocked so I could just walk in, go up to the bedroom and fuck him. I’m not usually into “scenes” but this seemed simple enough. I see a lot of guys asking for this particular fantasy and I’d never done it, so I figured I’d give it a go. What the hell?
I got to the house on a small street near 21st and South and the door was, indeed, open. Ooh, central air! All the lights were off except for a dim hall light upstairs. I went up but I had to stop to take a piss before I went into the bedroom. (I know this was not hot but I had to go!) I went into the bedroom and he was bent over, face-down on the bed. I dropped my shorts and massaged his hole while I stroked myself. He must have been in a hurry because he reached back and took over the stroking. That got me hard.
I grabbed the lube, put on the condom he requested (ew!) and got down to business. I was plowed him really hard and he pushed his ass back to meet every stroke. He was really verbal like before and urged me to fuck his hole. I grabbed his hips and pulled him towards me with every thrust. He reached back and stopped me from fucking but held me close so he could flip around onto his back while my dick was still inside. I grabbed his thighs and pulled him closer so I could get in really deep. I was pulling all the way out and pushing all the way back in with every thrust. Be already had some cum on his belly. He said if I kept it up he was gonna shoot and asked if that was OK. I nodded. He grabbed his cock and beat himself off until he shot a huge load all over both of us. Done. Five minutes, maybe. I cleaned up a little, said Hi to his cat and was on my way.
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June 14, 2005
What I’m working on
Banners for cruisingforsex.com. It’s a living!
I saw this in Kissimmee FL after one of the storms last year. Waffle House, my favorite roadside restaurant, transformed into, well, something else entirely.
June 12, 2005
I went to The Adonis on Friday night. (BIG surprise!) It was so unbearably hot and humid downstairs that I lasted less than an hour. It was like torture.
Once again, the place was full of guys who just wanted to get fucked. I got around to three or four of them at least. But there was so little oxygen in the place that I could only last a couple of minutes with any of them. I had to keep stopping to catch my breath. Stand up fucking is fun and all but, y’know, I’m only 5' 4" and sometimes it’s a lot of work. I just couldn’t deal with the effort and the endlessly dripping sweat. I did my best but I eventually just had to give up. I mean, I could pass out or die in that place and no one would even notice until I started to smell. And only then if the odor managed to cut through the ever-present popper haze.
One guy—coincidentally, the one I liked best—was very patient. I’d take a break and come back and take a break and come back. He was receptive every time! He never said no. If he was busy with someone else, he’d stop and grab my dick. I did my damnedest to give him a load but it just wasn’t gonna happen, even with some other men helping me along. And even with his incredible muscle control. I got four fingers in there before I even tried my dick and he still had quite a grip!
On the plus side, I finally got that long, slow blow job I wanted. I’m not sure who gave it to me but we both seemed to be having a good time. I got to relax and lean against the wall for a while. I just entwined my fingers behind my head and enjoyed myself for a good 20 minutes or so. When he stood up, I finished myself off with my nose buried in a very hot man’s musky armpit. (I’m hard again now thinking about it!)
When I got home I was exhausted. I literally felt as if I had been on the go all day. Of course, I didn’t go to sleep. God forbid. I stayed up until dawn chatting online. I really need to start experiencing more than just a couple hours of daylight every day but that’s a topic for another time.
June 11, 2005
Dollar Store Living
Bubble gum note paper with edible ink!
West side of Juniper between Walnut and Chestnut.
Oh my god! Look at the growing number of non-blogging days in a row.
Actually, it’s been so hot I haven’t left the house except when I really need to. Also, no one’s felt the need to come over here and keep me company. Both things are just fine with me. Cranky? Not me!
In any case, I’m heading out to The Adonis tonight and I’m meeting Karen for lunch tomorrow. We’ve been meeting every Saturday after she leaves the gym and we’re liking it. We both know that soon it will become an obligation and we’ll end up completely resenting each other for it. I can’t wait!
June 8, 2005
I usually don’t go to The Adonis twice in one weekend but I had such a good time on Friday that I went back on Saturday. I wasn’t sure at first but then a guy I’ve been wanting to play with contacted me on ManHUNT. He said his ass needed some fisting and he’d like to meet me there and play. Why not? I realized I haven’t fisted since I left New Orleans.
I went right downstairs to the dark room. Again, there weren’t a lot of men there. Still, within seconds there was a hand stroking my dick. In the first ten minutes I had my cock in three asses. Good ones, too. Two kinda slim guys and one beefier one, all with nicely hairy holes. The bigger guy was someone I played with here before and who chatted me up online once or twice. believe it or now, I recognized his nipples by touch! I shot my load in him. I didn’t want to shoot so soon but, what the hell, I like living on the edge. The other two guys, as far as I could tell, pretty much stayed in the same positions, bent over the seating, the entire time I was there. That was over two hours!
I took a break to walk around a little and saw the guy who wanted my fist almost right away. We went right into a booth. My cock was already out and he started stoking it and kissing me. But not for long. He poured some J-Lube in my hand, pulled down his pants, turned around and bent over within a minute. I wanted to start slowly but his hole thought otherwise. My entire hand was inside really quickly. He was really into stretching and not depth. Not right away, anyhow.
He was really vocal which attracted onlookers. The Adonis is pretty much a straight suck and fuck kind of place. Sometimes there’s some role-play, punching, spanking but I’ve never seen anything really kinky there. Fisting just isn’t the kind of thing people do there. Men would stop at the door, try to figure out what was going on and most of them moved along pretty quickly. A couple of them lingered a while, watching. One guy came into the booth, stayed and stroked.
We played for a good half hour. He really wanted to get both of my hands in his hole. I tried, godammit! I almost got there, too, but we just couldn’t quite make it. I got to fuck him with my hand still inside, though, which really gets me hard. I tried but I just couldn’t shoot again. I spent the last five minutes or so punch-fucking his hole and twisting my fist when it was just inside him. He loved that. He got himself off and we got ourselves back together. He wrote me later on ManHUNT and said what a great time he had, that his hole was still humming.
I went into The Adonis’ NEW DOWNSTAIRS BATHROOM(!!),still with no toilet paper, and cleaned up. I had no Daw dishwashing Liquid but the J-Lube washed away pretty well.
The rest of the night was uneventful, in comparison. I fucked a few more guys and the beefy one again. What I’ve really been craving lately is a nice slow blow job and I haven’t been able to find one there. Suddenly everyone wants to fuck. I love fucking but it’s sometimes much more energy than I really want to or can expend. Not that this will stop me from going there or anything!
June 6, 2005
I decided to buy a new TV this month and an air conditioner next month. I figured I’d regret not buying the air conditioner by the end of June. I regret it NOW. The day after I got the TV, the temperature soared to 90°. I am on my way to Best Buy to avoid another night of sweating, sleeplessness and mosquito bites (In Philadelphia! In June!!) I feel like shit now but by this afternoon I’ll be napping in cool comfort!
June 4, 2005
This writing about sex thing is starting to get a little complicated. Documenting tricks and my frequent trips to The Adonis are one thing. Writing about someone I actually like and continue to talk to and play with and who people who read this might know is something else. It hasn’t been an actual problem and no one has said anything yet but I’m still fairly new at this and don’t really know how it affects my interactions with people outside of sex.
In any case, please excuse me if I seem more discreet than usual sometimes. Like now.
I’ve been chatting with Jonathan for a while on gay.com. We’re always expressing shock at the way gay men have become so conservative. We’ve been wanting to meet. He lives in the suburbs and it’s more difficult than your average hook-up. Last Sunday it finally worked out. he was heading out to the Bike Stop and I suggested that he stop by on his way. If we clicked, cool. If not, he could go have fun at the bar. He ended up staying for six hours!
I was a little uncomfortable at first since this wasn’t my regular come-over-for-sex-then-leave meeting. We had agreed to just meet since we enjoyed chatting online. No strings. I loosened up some when we kissed. Then I knew things would be OK.
Without going into grisly detail, it was a really good time. We made out forever. He is a GREAT kisser. His body is nice and muscular, even though he doesn’t think so. He’s got a really nice cock and beautiful balls of which I am kind of jealous. I fucked his sweet, sweet ass twice. I would have fucked him more if we hadn’t spent so much time talking and I had been more aggressive. (This is not a complaint!) There were points at which he was very clear about what he wanted for which I was grateful. Although I’m a top, I often scope out the situation and ask the bottom if he wants something. This was one of those times.
Anyway, He’s a fun fuck and a really nice guy. We’ve talked on the phone since and we seem to like each other so I’m sure we’ll play again. I know I want to!
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I’m think the change of seasons brings a whole new crowd to The Adonis. This is not a complaint. I am grateful. The transition has been pretty goddam dull.
Anyway, I got there around 11:15 last night. The crowd was thin as it has been lately. Better-looking overall than usual, though. There were even guys playing in the 2nd room upstairs. I never see that. And they were hot, too! I hung out and watched them for a little while but someone I didn’t like very much kept bugging me so I moved on to the basement.
In the dark room a guy was taking multiple dicks in his ass.I don't usually go for slim, hairless guys but this ass was spectacular. I could tell even in the darkness. I watched him getting fucked by a bearish guy in sweats and while he was getting plowed, he started sucking my dick. I fucked his throat in rhythm with the ass-pounding. The bear finished up, shooting a load, I think, and he pulled me over to take his place. The hole was nice and tight, kind of dry but nice and wet on the inside. He took hits from a bottle of poppers and ground his ass against me, reaching back and pulling me against him. The bear kissed me and put his hand inside the back of my pants, massaging my ass. That did the trick and I shot my load. I didn’t want to shoot so soon in the night but I just couldn’t help it.
I moved off to the side to watch and a very hot, handsome guy with grey hair and a dark goatee started stroking my dick. Even though I just shot a wad a few minutes before, he got me hard again. He bent over and started blowing me. He moved his lips up and down the bottom of the shaft and I reached inside his shirt to play with his nipples. He stood up, turned around and bent over, pulling down his pants. I fucked him some (another dry one) and, after a couple of minutes, he stood up and walked out of the dark room. I took a walk around the basement and he was out there. He motioned me into a booth. I took my dick out and, after some kissing and nipple play, he squatted to suck it. After I was hard again, he stood up and turned around to brace himself against the wall so I could fuck him again. It felt good but he was kind of tall so I got tired quickly. (It’s difficult to stay hard and keep momentum going when I’m standing on my toes!) I eventually pulled out and patted his ass to let him know I was done. I wasn’t going to shoot again so soon anyway.
I went to the gloryhole and an older guy with a hairy chest sucked me while I caught my breath.
Back out in the hallway there was a handsome, bearded man I had played with there a couple of months ago. He was sucking off another bearish guy and I stood close, watching and stroking. He took my dick in his mouth and sucked me for a while. Then he stood up and we kissed for a bit. He asked if I wanted to fuck him. I said yes and he said, “Take me in the hall, strip me and fuck me in front of everybody.” So I did. I led him in front of me to the area where the booths are. He reached behind and lubed my cock. I pulled his shirt off and threw it on the filthy floor. I shoved his pants down around his ankles and bent him over. He braced himself with his hands on the floor and I put my dick in his warm ass. I held on to his jock strap while I fucked him. He groaned and kept saying, “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” By this time there were about a dozen men standing around watching us and stroking their dicks. After a while I pulled out and he turned around, lying naked on the sticky floor. I pulled his legs up, knelt on his pants and fucked him face-to-face. The men standing around were urging us on. It was hot and humid and the sweat pouring down my face was blinding me. I had to stop. A guy with a really nice dick took my place. I moved aside and watched them while the guy from the gloryhole sucked my dick some more. They put on a great show but I needed a rest.
I went upstairs for a drink of water and stood to watch the movie for a while. The movies usually suck but this one was pretty good. I took another walk around the place but, having been there for two hours without much of a break, I decided it was time to go. As much as I enjoy the atmosphere in The Adonis when it’s hot and humid—the smell of cum and sweat is incredible—the cool drizzle outside felt great.
Some time ago, when I wrote about the Strawbridge’s mens room arrests, I referred to Mel Heifetz as a slum lord. I was out of line. I was—and still am—offended by his comments regarding the incident. My opinion was—and still is—colored by my experience during the short time I worked for him over twenty years ago, as well as the Kesmon Hotel debacle.
As much fun as they are, personal insults are often counter-productive, even when public figures are involved. I also strongly believe that my experience doesn't necessarily reflect everyone’s experience. (My experience watching American Idol, for instance, would suggest that American TV audiences are intensely masochistic.)
I received comments on The High Strung Loner, both from Mel himself as well as a heartfelt—and similarly worded—plea from a local gay politico who, by the way, was once accused of faking a positive HIV test to get a job with a city agency. These did not change my opinion but they did make me feel just a little guilty that I have held a grudge for such a long time. I also have to say that I am suspicious that any business-owner, or multiple business-owner in this case, who claims he has the best interests of the gay community at heart. I am willing to be proven wrong.
Anyway, sincere thanks to Mr. Heifetz for paying off the last ten years of the William Way Center mortgage! I like The Center, as unwelcome as I often feel when I go there. And hey, if Tim Gill, the QuarkXPress guy likes you, who am I to argue?
Oh, thanks for wearing that nice blue shirt that matches my hover color, too!
June 3, 2005
Man of the week
This NYC guy “cammed” with me once when I was living in Provincetown. He was known as B E L L Y F R E A K on ISPQ and he wanted to watch me eat! Luckily I had nothing around that didn’t need to be cooked first. He’s so hot that I considered asking him to wait until I grilled up a steak or something. Finally, I figured that was one scene I was better off keeping myself far, far away from. He’s still around on BMB.
On the el
Adorable muscleman with a fistful of Taco Bell goodness on the el today. I love him.