Garcon, Garcon

enjoy the 14in…

Thu, 04 Nov 2010 12:17:52 -0400

enjoy the 14in…

come to papa.

Thu, 04 Nov 2010 11:51:23 -0400

come to papa.

Mon, 11 Oct 2010 20:44:53 -0400

come to papa.

Mon, 30 Aug 2010 21:06:11 -0400

come to papa.

A hookup ruined...

Mon, 30 Aug 2010 20:55:44 -0400

I’m typing out of frustration, as the anger within me is blowing steam out of my refined pores..

Possibly, one of the most European semi-wealthy transplants came over to my house for a little relaxation. 5 minutes into our meeting, he left; because of my roommates dog.

You see, my roommate is out of the country for a while, leaving a dog - the size of a horse - left behind. The dog is still a baby and needs attention - I guess - and since I am not a dog person at the least, a close friend of my roommates cares for the pet while he is away..

Well, things were beginning to heat up between my new boytoy and I, until the dogwalker came home, and took the longest to take the dog out for a walk. It was annoying, and we waited and waited. Finally, my boy toy, packed up his cock and decided to leave.

And, that was the end of it.

No goodbyes. No calls. No nothing.

Perhaps, he was even more frustrated I logged onto adam4adam in front of him. I have to keep the flow going somehow, right?

Excuse me while I find a muzzle and a chain to accidentally hang the dog from.

come to papa.

Sun, 22 Aug 2010 03:25:07 -0400

come to papa.

The sunkissed boy...or man!

Sun, 22 Aug 2010 03:24:04 -0400

Well, the dry spell is up..

And I mean that literally. I met up with a sunkissed 40 year old latino who had a youthful spirit to him. Blah blah blah. He had a tan that would make the cast of Jersey Shore jealous, looked no older than 25 and dressed more from California than I ever could imagine I could. Or, actually would.

He was very awkward. In fact very. I couldn’t define his sexuality to clear. Was he masculine, as he was during our escapade, or was he feminine, as he was on the phone and throughout conversation?

He defined himself as a top, but by the time he arrived, finished his childhood stories of living next door to my building and try to get me to come to meet his spiritual healer, I just didn’t want to have sex anymore. Plus, when we began, it hurt so badly.

We ended up doing foreplay. I think our passionate kissing is what did it for us.

Everything seemed to be perfect with him. Perfect as in, I wouldn’t mind spending more time or just fucking him more with him.

But, his body, as in chest region, was to my liking.

He lives a block away, but should possibly circle the block a few times before he revisits me. You know, just for the exercise.

I cut the chatting real short, although I did gather a few facts: he grew up next door to me, his mother paid 300 to my 1000 dollars in rent, he owned sharks as a child, he works in an industry that requires clientele, he’s lived in Miami, he visits and sells off his spiritual healer and the scent of his cologne will make you melt.

I don’t have too much to say about this story. Perhaps, I am still in debate with this guy. We shared a long kiss right before he left, which threw me for a loop. I typically like them to almost have their clothes back on and keys ready in hand, right before they come.

So, the kissing situation has me confused. What am I supposed to do about this one?

I know one thing for sure - it’s a definite no to the spiritual healer.

"Let the little fairy in you fly!"

Tue, 10 Aug 2010 13:40:36 -0400

““Let the little fairy in you fly!””

- Rufus Wainwright

my next sexual encounter shall involve food.

Tue, 10 Aug 2010 13:38:15 -0400

my next sexual encounter shall involve food.

There’s something really intriguing about my New York...

Sun, 01 Aug 2010 05:15:00 -0400

There’s something really intriguing about my New York apartment. My private entrance to my room; not to be bothered, or notice upon entering/exiting, by my roommate.

I was up for a little play, but the walls in my room are like paper; thus, the next best thing was to host in the laundry room, since my exit leads me through it, whilst my roommate snored away at 5am.

A 5’5 latino boy with a 7.5” cock came over and we snuck into the laundry room, turning the lights off so the camera wouldn’t catch us.

We kept everything very quick, but in retrospect it probably one of the best quickies I’ve had in a very long time.

He came on the wall, while I chose the nearest garbage can. How raunchy, eh? I hope no one goes fishing in their for their trash.

He slipped out and I lit a cig as we pretended to just finish loading a load for washing for my neighbors.

Well, we did unload a load. ;-)

come to papa.

Sun, 01 Aug 2010 01:02:18 -0400

come to papa.

Men and their annoying small details..

Sun, 01 Aug 2010 00:53:00 -0400

I recently had two ~~clients~~ rendezvous’ with pretty decent men; nothing special, although they both struck me as very odd;

The first; a 40 year old mixed man, with an amazing body - and a bald head (not by style or choice). he had a 7 inch cut cock with a large mushroom head - which was pretty satisfying. When we made our arrangements on meeting, he asked if he could bring his bicycle and park it at my apartment. I thought, hmph, that’s rather weird. Why ask? When he took off his shirt, I was rather impressed until I noticed his belly button ring. Clearly, men are entitled to express themselves in anyway possible, although, a very nice, masculine man with a belly ring can be somewhat confusing and unattractive. After we were finished doing the do he says, “I should have known you were going to be able to kiss, considering you give great head.” It’s one thing to learn - after a substantial amount of practice - how to give great oral, but it’s insulting to continually be complimented on such. Why not compliment my apartment decor, my hairstyle or even the cushion on my mattress? He wore very thin nylon shorts that evening, which reached above his mid-thigh; without any underwear. I made him leave out of the back, considering you could vividly see his erection going down and there were people outside of my door.

A few days later, a guy who lives on the same street as me came by. He was slim with a 6” cock. Although his cock was small, he was very passionate and affectionate. He didn’t want to come, since we were in a rush, but he wouldn’t leave until I did. Which was fine, of course. I find it intensely hard to concentrate on sexual acts when you can still smell the wet soap on your partners body from showering. Basically, his skin rubbing against mine, bathed me. It’s not a bad to be clean, of course, but it’s an annoying one to be distracted my a strong distinct soap smell. He wanted to come over later again that evening, but I think holding out for two-weeks to let the smell dissolve is a better idea, eh?

I have one fling who I keep in contact on a regular. I keep in contact with him because we have a weird relationship. We can either turn into a serious monogamous couple, or we can still chat to each other on adam4adam, while we plan or next hook-ups. He’s very weird in his approach, as he goes through various stages in conversation. You can tell when he’s had a fun-filled week with men, since his tone and attitude changes. He talks with a rush. When it’s downtime for him, he always wants to plan an outing, and the typical that follows. Usually, I keep him waiting and have yet to meet up with him. Last night, he wanted to spend the evening together, but curiously became “sleepy” during cruising peak hours. I put him to the test and told him I was free for this afternoon. I haven’t waited for his call, but I find it humorous to see him online chatting right now, as I search for my next best amazing moment.

come to papa.

Thu, 29 Jul 2010 03:59:35 -0400

come to papa.

The men who can't cum!

Sat, 24 Jul 2010 20:54:00 -0400

I’ve been very disappointed as of late; one by personal interaction the other by cam.

The problem: Fooling around with men who can’t come.

What I don’t want to believe: That I am the problem.

I’m debating if the 42 year old construction guy; who walked with a slight limp from due to falling from a scaffold has made me bitter towards anyone almost double my age. Generally, he was quite decent in appearance, excellent body and, again, he walked with a slight limp. In fact, it was quite amusing to see he walk with a limp and had a 9” cock; I’ve already made my personal jokes.

About his real estate where we met? Well, it was 8 minutes in walking distance from and was very young and modern; although the buzzer didn’t work. We fooled around - until I was ready to go. I physically became tired of asking, “Are you close?” So we ended all shenanigans upon his joke; maybe I’ll come after you leave. Yes maybe; he reiterated his joke by asking did I want to come again soon, considering he’s been dying to fuck a slim boy like me. No thanks, sir. You’re time is well beyond due.

The other guy, who’s photo is above, is a guy I’ve been chatting with for a few months. He always wants to cam, so I’m not quite certain whether he’s lying about his location in New York. He’s went from visiting, to moving in August to he’s always had a place in Queens. I don’t know, although I wouldn’t travel to Queens for a hookup anyhow.

During our cam session, he played the most beautiful Indian culture music I’ve ever heard - which, most likely made me come. I sat there - impatiently waiting - for at least another hour, while he complimented my body and tried his hardest to come. What happened to our initial conversation when he ensured to me that he could blow a load at anytime?

After so long, my roommate came home, and what could have been an almost embarrassing moment turned into the last time I’d probably ever speak to him.

"If you don’t like homosexuals, remember we’re not the ones who keep having gay babies."

Wed, 21 Jul 2010 04:38:34 -0400

“If you don’t like homosexuals, remember we’re not the ones who keep having gay babies.”

- Stolen from Twitter :) (via thebeautythatisman) (via andrewsrivanlop)

come to papa.

Mon, 19 Jul 2010 17:40:51 -0400

come to papa.

tapthatguy: ConEd worker - West Village, New York City

Sat, 17 Jul 2010 18:13:21 -0400

tapthatguy:

ConEd worker - West Village, New York City

come to papa. now!

Fri, 16 Jul 2010 20:39:49 -0400

come to papa. now!

What did I tell you about those uncut boys?

Thu, 15 Jul 2010 19:15:34 -0400

What did I tell you about those uncut boys?

In NYC there's windows..

Wed, 14 Jul 2010 15:35:00 -0400

My first fling whilst being back in NYC was a bit of a bore; a 42 year old muscular built Middle Eastern man, who had an 8 inch uncut cock. It’s not worth going into detail; however, as in California - where one could judge one upon the car he drives - NYC is the place to judge one upon his real estate. And boy, was his real estate fabulous. It was in the West Village, an inexpensive cab ride away from me. Though it was designed to be a studio, an entire wall was made of windows - which was centerstage for the two of us - alongside, hidden doors that were made to look like culturally designed walls; an impressive bathroom and glass shower, with a cute doorman in tow. As much as I wanted to go into round 2 with the doorman, I opted not to. He foolishly mispronounced my name upon checking in.