December 25, 2005

Happy __________, Comrade!

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December 24, 2005

And they love getting shot, too!

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December 23, 2005

Spam of the day

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December 22, 2005

The Adonis

Just in case anyone was wondering what kind of places I hang out at …

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December 20, 2005

Why the LOGO Channel sucks

More from The Provincetown Banner:

LOGO founder Matt Farber (left) and his husband Ed Connolly, with their Chihuahuas Tamale (left) and Fajita.

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What’s that on your head?

From The Provincetown Banner, 9/1/2005:

… mysterious package brings in bomb squad but turns out to be a wig…

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December 18, 2005

Anonymous sex

Another hook-up from ManHUNT, a youngish muscle clone from Princeton NJ, the kind of guy who is normally not interested in someone like me. He messaged me a couple of weeks ago in the middle of the night and wanted me to meet him at the Club Body Center. I said I was tired but to give me a call when he got into town. He called but it was four hours later! I was asleep.

He called again last Tuesday, asking if I partied which explains the 4 hour trip to Philly. I said rarely and in moderation. He said he could be at my place in 30 minutes. Sure he could. He claimed to be HIV negative but said gets fucked and takes loads from poz guys all the time. He asked me to tell him as I was shooting my dirty load into him. That’s a fantasy I can play without much trouble. Again, I told him to call me when he got into town figuring he wouldn’t, especially if he was doing tina. Damned if he didn’t call 90 minutes later. He was about five blocks away and wanted me to join him at another guy’s place. Fuck no! It was 18° outside, for god’s sake! He said he’d come by in a while and asked me if I was into “anonymous.” I had to ask him to clarify. He told me he’d like to be blindfolded for the whole encounter! Why the hell not?

The doorbell rang about an hour later. I grabbed a scarf, went downstairs and opened the door a crack. “Turn around and face the street.” Then I opened the door all the way and tied the scarf securely around his head. He turned back around and started feeling his way inside. I took his hand and lead him upstairs, speaking only to tell him where the steps were and which way to turn. He was very obedient.

I closed the door behind us and told him to take off his clothes. He did, dropping everything at his feet. Damn! What a beautiful body. His chest was clipped but there was still some nice fur on his incredible pecs. His biceps flexed when he move his hands up to play with his nipples. I had gotten myself hard before he arrived and did my best to maintain it while I waited for him. I was beginning to lose it, though, and told him to suck my dick to get it ready to fuck him. He needed help getting on his knees but he sure found my dick right away. He asked for poppers but I had no idea where they were and didn’t feel like looking for them. He was such a good cocksucker that I can’t imagine poppers would have helped him be any better at it. I got hard again pretty goddam fast. I didn’t want to shoot in his mouth so I told him I was ready to fuck his hole.

”How do you want me, SIR?” I helped him stand up and turned him around. “There is a sofa in front of you. Bend over and brace yourself on it.” After he got his bearings he reached back and spread his hole wide. Nice! He didn’t shave it, either. I grabbed the lube and got my dick nice and slippery. I handed the container to Blindfold Boy. “Thank you, SIR.” “How many loads are already in your hole, pig?” “Only one, SIR.” “Good boy.” “Thank you, SIR.” I could smell the stale jism along with his body odor. It was intoxicating.

He was taller than me and he couldn’t see me but he managed to position his ass at the perfect height. He’s obviously had some experience at this. (If only the men at The Adonis were so considerate!) Even with my PA there was no resistance at all when I pierced his hole. Once I was inside it was warm and more than tight enough and I got even more erect.

I started slowly. I like to feel the hair around a boy’s hole on the head of my dick, so I linger there for a while and plunge in deep every couple of strokes. It’s always a surprise to them. He groaned every time. He squirted some lube on his hand and started stroking. “SIR, you can come as fast or slow as you want.” I was enjoying this and didn’t want it to end too soon. I plowed his ass while holding onto his hips and pulling them towards me, pulling out all the way with every stroke. I put my hands behind my head and only moved my hips. I bent over, almost lying on top of him, feeling his butt hair rubbing against my shaft. He reached around several times to pull me as far inside him as he could, grinding into me. While he was doing that I shot my load. My voice was raspy. “I’m dumping a fucking week’s worth of infected juice in your scum hole, you filthy fucking pig.” “Yes, SIR. Thank you, SIR.” I stayed erect inside him, stirring up my load, making sure not to waste any. Then I pulled out.

I helped him stand up and he began playing with his nipples again. I stood next to him, stroking his cock, fingering his hole and burying my nose in his ripe pits. I gave him a fingerful of the loads in has ass to taste which he savored. Blindfold Boy talked about going to the Tom Cat Bookstore and the Club Body Center and taking more loads. He asked me to come with him but I was way too tired to even think about it.

I turned him away from me and took off his blindfold. He got dressed without looking at me. I let him leave by himself and went down to lock the door after he was gone.

He’s called me twice and IMed me several times in the five days since then to tell me how hot he thought it was and to make sure I’m serious about doing it again. He said he jerks off to it every day. Next time I’ll surprise him and have a couple more men here to seed him. That’ll be fun.

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December 16, 2005

Spam of the day

Subject: With our Soft Cialis Tabs you will be able to chop the wood with your dick.(Warning: don’t try it)

Don’t worry, I won’t!

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December 13, 2005

Man of the week

One last time for this hot boy. I have lots more pictures of him so maybe he’ll get another week sometime.

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December 12, 2005

Slave

I went to the Club Body Center about two weeks before Thanksgiving on a Sunday. It was a cold night and there wasn’t much going on. I considered leaving but decided to do one last cruise through the place. I saw a guy leaving his room two doors down from mine who I thought was kind of interesting and I followed him into the TV lounge. I sat in an empty space on the bench and he didn’t see me there at first. He tried to get another guy interested but he was rebuffed. Then he turned around and I caught his eye. He stood in front of me and I began to play with his nipples. He leaned down and stroked my cock while we kissed. I asked him if he wanted to go to my room and he followed me downstairs.

We sucked each other and did the usual stuff. He said he didn’t get fucked. When I felt the prolapsed condition of his hole I realized that couldn’t have been true. Then he said he was usually a top but he'd bottom for me anytime—except tonight, of course. Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard that before. We played and talked and played and talked and things got even more interesting. He asked me if I knew what “seeding a hole” meant. Well, doh! For those of you who don’t know, he is HIV negative and is looking to be pozzed (converted) by “the right man.” That wasn’t very surprising to me either. (I get asked for that all the time online. I always say I'll do it. In the five years or so that I’ve indulged their fantasies not a single one of them has shown up for the actual act so I figure it’s harmless.)

He finally got to the point: he’s been a top all his life and he’s recently felt an uncontrollable urge to not only bottom but to be owned 24/7 as a slave by a sadistic master. He meant me. (Stop laughing! NOW!!) And he was obviously offering his ass as the reward for my accepting the position.

I never seriously considered the idea but I told him it wasn’t something I could decide on that night. Besides, I live in a studio apartment that’s barely big enough for me. Having another person there, slave or not, just wouldn’t work for me. Sorry, dude. On the other hand, he said he’d cook, clean and hand over his pay check. Not a bad deal except that he wanted me to respect him as well. Not a fucking chance.

I didn’t ask for it but he was quite a talker so I got an earful of his recent exploits. And what a tale it was! It seems the slave formerly lived in the Philly burbs, somewhere near Norristown. Some time ago he met a man from Vegas at The Lark, a typical VFW Hall-like gay bar in nearby Bridgeport PA. Apparently this fellow sparked something in the slave and his formerly latent need to serve started to bloom. After a lengthy period of online correspondence he quit his job, left his apartment and moved to Lost Wages to be with his shiny new Master. Two weeks later he was told to leave. He said the whole scene was really ugly with law enforcement getting involved and his boss at a leather store having to mediate and still storing his crap. The Master even bought him a plane ticket home! For some reason I forget he had no ID to get on the plane and ended up taking a bus. He insisted he was dumbfounded when his Master shoved him out onto the street so suddenly. Uh-huh.

When he got back to Philly none of his friends would take him in. He managed to snag a job with a gay housecleaning service in West Philly. I asked him where he was staying and he said, “Here for now.” I thought he meant in Philly but I realized he was actually being much more specific: he was living two cubicles away at the baths! He said he’d worked out some kind of deal with them and gave them a load of cash up front but he wasn’t sure how long it would last. I bet he didn’t.

Anyone who’s been around for any length of time has heard stories like this one. The internets only make it easier for lonely people to make these huge mistakes. It’s even more pathetic when the guy is 57 years old like this loser. Yes, that’s right, he’s 57!

We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses before he left my room. (He was going to therapy on Fridays at the William Way Center and using their computers to check his email.) And that was that—for a few days.

The sex we had was really fun and I wanted to do it again so I sent him an email later that week. He called on Sunday afternoon before Thanksgiving and came over. He left the same message three times, saying he wasn’t sure if I got the previous ones or not. This would happen nearly every time he called me. Multiple messages.

I got to fuck him that day but I didn’t unload inside him since he was saving that until I would commit to be his Master—or at least give him a place to live. I wasn’t about to do either of those things. I did tie his hands behind his back and beat his ass with a belt at his request. It made me rock hard. Hell, I could really get into this.

Before he left he said that his residency at the baths was hanging by a thread and he wasn’t sure if he’d even have a room when he returned. He didn’t say why and I didn’t ask. I don’t think he’s a liar but I’m sure he skillfully edits the truth to his advantage. He was very good at playing the victim. Too bad for him that I’m not a very sympathetic audience. I told him he could call me only as a last resort and, even then, I wouldn’t promise anything, not even one night. There was no call from him that night.

He called on Thursday and said they were finally kicking him out of the baths because he’d run up quite a bill. I was running late for a train to the boy’s place for Thanksgiving dinner so I said I’d call back later. I didn’t. I felt a little guilty but the boy said I shouldn’t. (I think I have a clue where he’s coming from these days, though.) The slave called again and I didn’t answer. I realize I had no obligation to answer the phone or do anything at all for this ridiculous sucker but I still felt like a coward. I was really expecting him to be waiting on my steps with his belongings when I got back home that night, Thankfully, he wasn’t.

He called every day after that. I never answered. Every time my doorbell rang I thought it was him. When I went to The William Way Center to volunteer in the archives as I do every Wednesday, Cathleen handed me a note from our mail slot that had been addressed to me. “SIR: boy is still very much interested in being yours. Tom. We met at Clubs Baths Wed nite 11/15” It was just a piece of paper folded in half, not even sealed or in an envelope. Luckily, I had already told the story to the people I work with there. Imagine if it had been my real job or something. I know he was desperate but please. After two weeks I finally picked up the phone. “Tom. Don’t. Call. Me. Again.” And that was the end of it.

I would wonder why I attract freaks like this but I already know.

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Spam of the day

Subject: You are not really sociable and have troubles with making out with women.

So true.

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December 9, 2005

Man of the week

My future ex loves the outdoors, too!

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December 8, 2005

Detritus

This review of the Manhattan A&F store from today’s New York Times is pretty funny despite the Erasure snarkiness:

On my first visit I couldn't stay in the store longer than 10 minutes because the thumping club-mix version of Erasure’s Oh L'Amour - an annoying piece of postdisco detritus - was so loud. On my way out I approached a sales clerk.

“How can you stand this noise all day long?” I asked.

Her mouth moved as if to say, “What?”

“HOW CAN YOU STAND THIS NOISE ALL DAY LONG?”

She nodded. “I EAT TYLENOL LIKE IT'S CANDY,” she shouted, holding her hands up to her head. Oh, great, I thought. By this time next year she'll be deaf and need a liver transplant.

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December 7, 2005

Man of the week

This guy is an escort working out of Boston. He’s a bottom and he sent me a few messages on ManHUNT when I lived in Provincetown, wanting to get together with me for FREE. I was totally intimidated and didn’t pursue it. I was a fucking idiot. I would not do that today. He’s still around. Surely he’s worth a trip back to Boston.

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December 5, 2005

Cyber-sex

From gay.com chat:

Stark_Naked: hi there, sir -- why not smile??
HighStrungLoner: I smile all the time
Stark_Naked: glad to hear that
Stark_Naked: BTW - Have you ever stripped or shown off in public or semi-public [at least to your underwear]?? Maybe at party or bar or frat hazing or initiation??? Or playing Truth or DARE?? Or maybe answered the door in just underwear [or LESS]??
HighStrungLoner: God no!
Stark_Naked: so emphatic!!!!
HighStrungLoner: Yep.
Stark_Naked: what are some of the kinkiest or most humiliating/embarrassing things you ever did or had done to you?
HighStrungLoner: I gotta go!
Stark_Naked: ok - bye

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December 4, 2005

Hello Young Lovers

The new Sparks album will be released in the UK on February 6, 2006. There is no US distributor yet which is a fucking sin. Ron and Russell Mael have been making brilliant, diamond-sharp pop records for 35 years and they deserve better. Their 2003 masterpiece Lil’ Beethoven is as good as any they’ve recorded and they promise this one is an even more dramatic leap forward. Lights out, Ibiza!

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December 3, 2005

One man’s trash

Someone anonymously donated this lovely portrait by Monica “Tattoo Mickey” Affleck to the archives at the William Way Center. There were two others, of Harvey Fierstein and a rather Catherine Deneauve-ish RuPaul. But this stunning, glassy-eyed portrait of The Indigo Girls really spoke to me. I managed to snatch it before it was consigned to the dumpster.

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December 1, 2005

Accessible

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Threesome 2: The Aftermath

I was angry after they left but mostly I was relieved. Every day that passed, though, I felt more and more pissed off.

Was I just jealous? Well, I was a little jealous but not just jealous and not really very much. (When I first met and played with the boy I had quite a crush on him but that passed as time went on and I realized the feelings weren’t mutual. I don't hold on to stuff like that.) Mostly, I think, I was angry because I was ignored in my own apartment. I really believe this is the one of the rudest things anyone has ever done to me.

If we had been somewhere else or I had a larger apartment, I could have discreetly left the building or feigned some kind of bowel disorder or even just gone to another room. My apartment is only one room, though, and there was literally nowhere for me to go besides out and that sure wasn’t gonna happen.

Anyone who could climb out of their own head for a second would have noticed their host was not having a good time and either made an effort to include me or asked me what was wrong or just simply offered to leave, no? Is that expecting too much from a friend? I guess so since I said I was tired at 11:15 and they stayed for two more fucking hours.

At the beginning of the night I let it go because the boy was obviously enjoying himself. Maybe that was a mistake—or just the first of many. By the time I realized how angry I was, I knew I had to keep my mouth shut or I would have started screaming like a demented queen.

I chatted online with the boy about it the next day. He just didn’t seem to get it, though. He blew it off with a laugh and said “I was in love!” I could picture little cartoon hearts and birds flying around his head. I guess this wasn’t really the time to talk to him. I stayed angry another day. And the more I thought about it the more things seemed wrong.

On Wednesday we spoke on the phone. I was more specific about what was bothering me but still wasn’t understanding a thing I was talking about. The boy seemed to think it was OK that I was in physical contact with BLT for maybe ten minutes out of five hours. I was getting really frustrated.

I realized at that point that the boy probably always has/had an agenda. That, in itself, doesn’t really bother me but I sure resent being tossed aside so completely when he sees boyfriend material walk into the room—especially if it’s my room. He’s been pretty honest about using me to snag hot bottoms he’d like to play with but this was really too much.

I told him that, no matter how much he wanted me to be aggressive and verbal, it still doesn’t feel right to me. Consequently, in threesomes he's probably always going to take the lead and get more of what he wants than I will. I suggested that we shouldn’t do them, knowing that this probably meant that we wouldn’t be having sex at all anymore. He agreed without appearing to feel anything. At this point his friendship is more important to me and seems, at least, to be more reliable.

He also said that BLT was “aware” that he was a “sore point” between us. Not really true. BLT is fine and so is the boy. It was their behavior on that one night that bothered me. I knew then that the boy had discussed this whole thing with him. I wasn’t very happy about that either and said so.

We went on to talk about other things but I wasn’t convinced he knew how much he had hurt my feelings and that still bothered me. Another frustrating day.

Thursday morning we had appointments at the same doctor at the same time. We had coffee afterwards and talked again. Talking to him in person seemed to do the trick. I think I got across how rude and selfish both of them had been on Monday. He said he understood. I finally said, “Try to remember that there are three people in a threesome!” I think he got that. But then again, he may just have been saying what I wanted to hear to shut me the fuck up. Who the hell knows?

Anyway, I felt better almost immediately. It still comes up in conversation but we can both joke about it now. I hate this kind of shit. At least with a boyfriend these kind of feelings seem more “legitimate.” With a fuck buddy or friend they can just look like silliness or sour grapes. I thought about it long enough to know that my anger was justified. My friend Margetty, who is certainly no fan of my sexual exploits, even said she thought I showed “remarkable patience.” That helped a lot. Fuck but I hate being an adult sometimes.

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