Addicted

Totally addicted to glee at the moment. Cant get enough, literally, why does a week seem like so long between episodes. Britney ep was good, not epic like Madonna, but great song, re-listening to the right now.

Could it get worse?

Pool boy agrees to come over, house is vacant, scene is perfect. Light touching turns into light making out. Erections come and things go ahead in full force. Clothes come off, kisses become more intense, I give pool boy head, pool boy goes to give me head ... nothing.

Then a massive elephant enters the room.

Pool boy loses interest immediately and starts texting his friends, I'm laying there trying to figure out what just happened. Clothes come on as does the TV. So far I've managed to stuff up almost every single sexual experience. The only thing that baffles me if is how this can be so when I'm so explicate almost every other night. It seems sex is proving harder with someone I actually like, while sex with strangers is getting wilder and wilder. (have recently been arrested by police, will explain at later date)

In the end it was fine, 15 mins later my little buddy wakes up, gets hard and finishes the job.

Bit of Colour

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Blew It?

Tuesday:
6:45 pm: Caught an early session at the movies with Pool Boy and his bottle of water, watched a B- movie with cool special effects, annoyed by the 3D but enjoyed the novelty movements, and half naked men in the movie
9 pm: Pool Boy & I grab some sushi, correction I get some sushi, Pool Boy drinks more water.
Train ride home conversations remains light and funny with a good getting to know you session.
11 pm: Pool Boy & I 'park' by local river, thing get more intimate staring with huggins eventually leading to kissing. Light groping is made by both parties
1 am: Night finishes up with good bye kiss

Friday:
1045 pm: I run into pool boy, running to meet me for our 11 o clock. I give gifts, cheap thrills
11 pm: I made a bad call, calling his friend a drama queen, doesn't go down well
1130 pm: We hit a mixture of Stonewall & Nevermind. I am a stonewall virgin, charged $5 entry, night is filled with dances, drinks, shots, awkward ex's & awkward meet ups. Cheeky kiss is received on dance floor
3 am: Walk home from gay club, much more making out in a side alley, avoiding strangers, cheesy but nice
5 am: Blast from parents as I walk in the door, where have I been all night, why didn't I call, what am I doing with my life etc, etc


Saturday:
7pm: I meet the Pool Boy's family with a pre-prepared background, light references to a life that is not my own to please the oblivious parents. Talkative mum, sweet. Non talking father, shakes hand twice. Eager brother, cute.
730 pm: The Orphanage, scary movie
1030 pm: Closer, deep movie, a new fav
1230 pm: With family asleep we reside to the bedroom. Clothes come off, spooning begins, making out begins. I initiate some cock tease which turns into a solid jerk off. Pool Boy cums, I do not. Unfortunately I have become desensitised by porn, something to work on.
12 pm (Sunday): Awkward moment of being caught in bed together by Pool Boy's parents, they leave house, as do I. No goodbye kiss, must make up for that in next meet.

Have I blown it, by not blowing?

Symbolon

Japanese illustrator Symbolon works with his signature ‘shadow graphic’ style to create fashion illustrations for clients including BBC, Polaroid, Macy’s and American Airlines.

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The Pool Boy

I have met a new boy. He is younger, from my area, hot as hell with cute cheeks that make you want to pinch them (both face and buttocks). Not usually my type, but its refreshing to be around him. He's a big movie buff, which is incredibly hot because I myself love movies. I refer to him as the pool boy because he reminds me of those movies where the big rich white men would usually have a small Spanish boy cleaning their pool. In speedos of course.

Not much else I can say, the trees have ears and eyes you know.

Mr Familiar

I knew from the moment I started stalking Towel man that he seemed familiar. I then saw one of his aussieBum shots, and need to share his best ones with you. Its not everyday you meet a smoking hot model in real life.

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Unforgettable

Many say your 21st is a night filled with regrets. In my case this isn't true. Sure my 21st weekend was filled with crazy antics but none of which I regret, as they made it memorable.

It was definitely the best birthday I have ever had. Filled with good friends, good music & lots of alcohol.

It started with lengthy team lunch from work. With no intention of heading back we made the most of an afternoon off, ordering wine after wine, then came the cock tales, then came the shots. As 5:30 hit, we headed back to the office with intentions of grabbing the rest of the crew to head to the pub. There I was showered with love and surprises. Everyone gathered for speeches and toasts, I was presented with a very generous gift and a special birthday card filled with birthday messages.
Best of all, my desk had been covered in foil as a surpise. It was just too good to keep to myself so I had to share it with you guys. See below:

The night was then followed by a surprise Ice-Cream cake at the pub, being peer pressed into drinking from a shoe (it's as gross as it sounds), then came the waves of passing out.

To get some quick shut eye I convinced myself that a sleep at work would do wonders (the things you can convince yourself of when drunk).
First I passed out at reception, then I passed out on the upstairs couch, feeling like I needed to puke, I made my way to the bathroom. Surprise, surprise I passed out on the floor of the mens bathroom.
I was then woken up about an hour later by some work colleagues, who made me puke in the sink, then took me back to the pub to finish the night. With all the alcohol out of my system, I was up for round 2.

Definitely a 21st, I will never forget.

Towel Man

Myer Sydney was kind enough to supply a man in tiny speedos, showering in public. He was undeniably hot, buff and of course showering. It was PR stunt for the new range of Sherridon Towels being sold in Myer, but the only thing I got from it was a boner.

I had to control myself from stripping down and joining him!

Goop

Totally random thought inspired by the work of Michael Ostermann: why don’t more people have awesome design and illustration work done on their tombstones?

If you can't go out with a bang, leave an impression on your tomb.

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