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Sunday
RentBUSTED (formerly Rentboy.com)
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The Rentboy website & co. done been rentbusted. Flake clients in America are at a loss where next to troll. Hello!
The Rentboy website & co. done been rentbusted. Flake clients in America are at a loss where next to troll. Hello!
Seized.com : a domain name you only get ONE way -- and that ain't good.
Wednesday
Rambling briefs
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A fellow dancer who is good with the thread-and-needle graciously fixed my broken jockstrap -- make that jockstraps. Plural. See the UNDERGARMENTS actually break when one actually uses them for their intended purpose: active sports. He did a good job, too...the straps snug round my ass better than they did before. You can keep your Facebook friends; I'd rather have real ones with practical skills.
And make that two black Frenchmen this month -- in Berlin. Some weeks ago I had a hot hook-up with a prince of a frog and last week - voila! - the sex gods shone down on me again with a repeat of round, brown, young and horny booty. Brotherman's ass was such that you can't justifiably describe it sans onomatopoeia; I mean, it was BLA-DAHH, BAMM, and RUMPY RUMP! I could barely believe how plump and firm was this ass...and for two consecutive nights, mine. The sex was hardcore amazing. Black men know how to do it. "Why don't you go to Paris or London?" he asked. "Because," I said, "they're both way expensive to get around and the French are rude assholes and --" "Umm you know I'm French, right?"
Well shut my mouth wide open!
Shit, if I keep eating delicious French encounters like these I will happily reconsider learning to parlez francais.
Have gained two kilos since the start of the month thanks to my heavy lifting regiments, constant eating and weight-gainer shakes (have a high metabolism so, yeah, 2kgs is progress); But with all the near-daily dancing, aerobics classes, and saunasI need not worry about becoming bulky blocky or musclebound. Proportion, symmetry, strength!
Venus Fair, the second largest XXX-exhibition in the world, was in Berlin last weekend (as was HustlaBall). Went to neither. What did I miss?
Bought a bottle of Rude Rider Glide (silicone based). Now time to test it out! Any volunteers??
Hooked-up online in a matter of minutes with a Chezch boy I recognized from porn (but didn't say anything about it). I couldn't host and his roommate refused to leave so...we made out on the bathroom floor. SHAGGY! Never let good sex go to waste, lovelies. After blowing our loads and wiping off the cum he grinned knowingly, "Troy. Hey aren't you 'Troy' from MachoFucker...?" I grinned back, "Aren't you the cutie from TimTales?" Yep, it's sooo much less complicated doing it with a porn actor. Wham, bam, thanks, we'll stay in touch...cyber drama not included.
A fellow dancer who is good with the thread-and-needle graciously fixed my broken jockstrap -- make that jockstraps. Plural. See the UNDERGARMENTS actually break when one actually uses them for their intended purpose: active sports. He did a good job, too...the straps snug round my ass better than they did before. You can keep your Facebook friends; I'd rather have real ones with practical skills.And make that two black Frenchmen this month -- in Berlin. Some weeks ago I had a hot hook-up with a prince of a frog and last week - voila! - the sex gods shone down on me again with a repeat of round, brown, young and horny booty. Brotherman's ass was such that you can't justifiably describe it sans onomatopoeia; I mean, it was BLA-DAHH, BAMM, and RUMPY RUMP! I could barely believe how plump and firm was this ass...and for two consecutive nights, mine. The sex was hardcore amazing. Black men know how to do it. "Why don't you go to Paris or London?" he asked. "Because," I said, "they're both way expensive to get around and the French are rude assholes and --" "Umm you know I'm French, right?"
Well shut my mouth wide open!
Shit, if I keep eating delicious French encounters like these I will happily reconsider learning to parlez francais.
Have gained two kilos since the start of the month thanks to my heavy lifting regiments, constant eating and weight-gainer shakes (have a high metabolism so, yeah, 2kgs is progress); But with all the near-daily dancing, aerobics classes, and saunasI need not worry about becoming bulky blocky or musclebound. Proportion, symmetry, strength!
Venus Fair, the second largest XXX-exhibition in the world, was in Berlin last weekend (as was HustlaBall). Went to neither. What did I miss?
Bought a bottle of Rude Rider Glide (silicone based). Now time to test it out! Any volunteers??
Hooked-up online in a matter of minutes with a Chezch boy I recognized from porn (but didn't say anything about it). I couldn't host and his roommate refused to leave so...we made out on the bathroom floor. SHAGGY! Never let good sex go to waste, lovelies. After blowing our loads and wiping off the cum he grinned knowingly, "Troy. Hey aren't you 'Troy' from MachoFucker...?" I grinned back, "Aren't you the cutie from TimTales?" Yep, it's sooo much less complicated doing it with a porn actor. Wham, bam, thanks, we'll stay in touch...cyber drama not included.
Rambling briefs
- fired, sacked, canned, thrown out (Use one or two of these words to complete the following story:
Two weeks ago the head manager threatened to have me ______ and pulled from the schedule for arguing with his friend, the bartender, for calling me "just a dancer." One week ago the head manager went on vacation. This week I am still scheduled to work and it is the head manager who has now been ______. Go figure.
This is a true story in the wonderful journey I like to call my life. Booyah!
- A few times a week I manage to train twice daily or, at minimum, for two hours (weight training) plus aerobic, dancing, or stretching classes. I'm in big need of a sports massage! Twice I stopped by a holistic place offering heat therapy but no one answered the door. Yesterday I popped into a chiropractic-looking parlor but they were totally booked. So...I bought aromatic bath crystals and had a nice, long soak in the bath. Then took a nap.
Sunday
Rambling briefs
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- Bought two cockrings this weekend. I have a thing for them -- a "big thing", to be immodest. Hehehe.
- Just realized a lot of homosexuals workout in my new gym. I recognized two or three off the bat - von Aschenbachs with mid-life crises tattoos, too tight 'muscle' shirts, overly preened facial hair, little boy Tadzio haircuts...y'know the type - and then I gradually realized I was receiving more than the typical number of casual hello's. Hmmm. Oh yeah: And some old dude was touching my foot in the steam room. I looked up to see him stroking his hard-on -- then split. Jesus faggot! Really! There is a time and place for everything. Like I would fuck someone in a legitimate gym! That shit happens only in porn and with porn stars. As the beautifully crude saying bluntly goes, Never shit where you eat.
- There's a lot of casual cocaine use among Berlin queers. Very likely it's the same among heterosexuals but I work in a gay club and don't waste my money going out so I don't see the straight party people partying. How snow crosses all the way over here from Mexico, beats me. Maybe it's the stuff from Cambodia.... Either way it is STUPID. Drugs have a one-way street to doom and always win. Unless you're a genius like Hunter S. Thompson or Aldous Huxley or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle or Sigmund Freud, wherever is the appeal nowadays?? Genius functions on a scintilla of madness but, save for Thompson, the other three luminaries got wise and quit the junk because they realized it was fucking with their great minds. Thompson, on the other hand, loved to fuck with his mind.
- I'm starting to eat more fatty yogurts and cook more all-beef hamburgers after training in order to gain weight. I'm getting thin....
- Few nights back someone took me on what turned out to be a tour of schwule Schoeneberg. Just one drink, he said. Yeah...one drink in four fetish bars. Ha! Now I know what the inside of those dives look like. Easily got my dick blown a few times. Oh and from the bar-hopping I got to spend the night - technically morning - with a young black Parisian. A writer. We had each other for nightcap -- literally. And breakfast. It would have made for a delectable porn shoot. Think we slept for three hours. I do hope he didn't miss his 10am flight home. Anyway I gave the boy quite the bon voyage.... Booyah! (pssst sorry, you won't find this tale in my upcoming travel book.)
- XXX-star Kid Chocolate has indeed passed away. Thank you Kezster for sharing the following link Rawleatherdaddy.blogspot.com/2012/09/in-memoriam-javier-bravo-aka-kid.html
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