First time with J

“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”

 F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

The first time I met J was still at college. I even forgot how and where we got to know each other online, then we decided to book a hotel to meet each other.

I still remembered how nervous and awkward right before we were about to meet each other in the hotel. I checked in the room that booked, and we agreed that we would share the room fee, and I was sitting in bed, TV open, chewing my excitement, thrills, curiosity, anxiety altogether. Then his texted came through, just parked his car in the hotel, so I sent the direction to the room to spare him from guilty conversation with the receptionist, then waiting.

Steps were closer and closer, it was time to get out of bed to walk to the door. Then, hard, rapid knock on the door, like a 30 year old male's knock: has the confidence to make a solid sound but still not maturity enough to fully appreciate composure.  I vaguely recalled that my first impression was ' damn, the guy has power, physically'.

So I opened the door, J rushed straight in without me even had the time to extend my hand to greet him, he just wanted to in and avoiding to be seen by others, although it was an empty hallway.

J carried a big gym bag, and in his trainers and sports coats, looked like a typical English chap worked in construction work just finished work, with a cap on head, but the difference was: He did not have the normal paint or work stains on this bags or clothes that like many other construction workers had.

While he walked in, he started mumbling about the trouble about car parking and how difficult to find the room, without even gave me any chance to say hi. It did not take a 5 years old to know that he was nervous, but to me, the way he behaved from the way he walked in until he dropped bag and we finally reached the 'Hi' stage, was cute.  This was proved furthur that by 3 minutes in the room, before he even seated, he got some cash out from his bag and told me that it was his share of money for the room fee, later when I checked out the room, I found out that was the exact amount of his share, no more, no less.

So, J, cannot remember too much detailed now about our first meeting, but J was in his mid 20s, strong physical, muscular, great beard, dark just shaved stubble covered decent share of his face, big beautiful light grey eyes, friendly, caring, the most importantly and probably most attractively, throughout the night, he demonstrated well that he is just a naughty curious boy in a big man's macho bone and appearance, or in a word: laddish.

We felt into the bed fairly late that night, before that, it was more chats, talks, watching TV together in bed, while my head was on his shoulder, so we only fell into intimacy only late that night, as our conversations were, if I am right, very intriguing between us, we were eager to find out more about each other rather than feeling it out. We fell into intimacy as the darkness and quietness of midnight came in, we felt each other, we explored, back then I was new to guys so I was, can't believe I am saying this, still an innocent virgin, so our intimacy just stayed at hands, and to be honest, I did not even remember that whether we kissed that night, but the intimacy that two body and souls happily exploring each other, I found it quite amazing.

So the next day, we peacefully parted our way, and had been in touch since, for nearly 3/4 years now.

Next time I would post about our 2nd encounter, even we moved hundred miles away from each other.

Trying to find a song to represent our first intimacy time:

Cute, Relaxed, Intimate, Sexy, Slow, sweet, Deep, just like French Kiss.

It is a song called ' French Kiss' by Sex Chill, some links you might find will be:

http://zaycev.net/online/19096/1909650.shtml

or
http://www.last.fm/music/Sex+Chill/_/French+Kiss


Enjoy.....

Best 6 Ever

Is sex dirty? Only when it's being done right.

-- Woody Allen

It finally happened. Couple of weeks ago I thought my best 6 was with another guy S which I will write another blog on it. But the best, finally had arrived, as I least expected.

It was a pleasant night out with mates and friends, big dinner, good laughs, plus a pretty girl clearly into me and sent hints throughout the evening,  some body contacts and touchings, not initiated by me, had started to move me into the mood, however the night ended silently with us hugging goodbyes for the night. The night together with the girl moved me into a certain good mood but the quiet ending was, not disappointing, but made me feel a bit bored so I went home, soaked in the couch and turned on the gay dating app and to see what kind of funky message I was getting that night, it was nearly 2:30am.

This is when N started to message me.

N: ' Hey man, straight looking as well, got a pic'.

BB & N pics exchanged.

N looked young, apparently around early 20s, fit, have a cute but not camp smile on his profile picture, a beautiful one before sunset. Assuming my recent work out showed its effects, as his sent an invitation straight after picture exchange which indicated that I passed the 'visual' test.

N: 'fancy coming up to my apartment?'.

Emmm, interesting, such a late and hot night. So I found an excuse 

BB: 'I'd like to but don't think I can hail a taxi'.

N was clearly in the mood for it, as for the following conversation, I separately found three different kinda of excuses and he managed to find solutions to them all, and plus, during our exchange of messages he sent below similar messages three times: 

N:' Guarantee it will be worth your travel'.

BB pointed out travel/arrangement problems as excuses and N threw it back with solutions.

N: 'Promise you won't be disappointed'. 

BB pointed out travel/arrangement problems as excuses and N threw it back with solutions.

N: 'Guarantee no regents'.

I guess this trick worked, I never had a beautiful man guarantee me three times that no regrets for the meet up, now as hindsight, it was his confidence, and clearly built on solid grounds.

So in the midnight 3am, I hopped on a taxi and around 20 mins I arrived on N's street.  Had a little problem finding the house, so decided to ring him. Phone rang, picked up, I started basic greeting and asking for directions, on the other end of the phone, it was just breathing, no answer. 

I was not in shock, but started blaming myself for being irrational and jumping on the cab for nothing but a stranger's promise. So I hang up the phone, decided to try the last time to find the flat by myself, and after walking for 5 mins, I decided to give it a ring again as the last try before calling a cab to return to my house, to my surprise, this time a man with clearly voice picked up, polite and decent, at least by the sound of it, and N apologised as he failed asleep that was why the first time it rang, I could hear nothing but his breath. So he directed me to his flat, which he was standing at the balcony, in the darkness of the midnight, I could only see vaguely a man with good physique was waving to me.

After I went in to the building, the door opened, as soon as I see N, who was only in his boxer, with a cute smile and great body, I gave him a firm handshake, and he took it really well, and instinct told me immediately that we would get along generally, if not in bed. The first feeling came to my mind was that we were like two brothers, not like two strangers.  He greeted me into the door, and 5 seconds later, he turned off the lights of the living room and now the only option was going to his bedroom which is the only place had lights. A bit quick than I thought, I would expect more small talks normally, but whatever, two drunk men who clearly both were under influence of alcohol and most likely the bored feeling were mutual and we were clearly both fully charged in 6 drive. 

So as soon as we came in the room, I sit in bed and N went to close the bedroom door, which I was not sure why since nobody was in the flat, later I found out that it was a clever things to do, as we went quite vocal very soon.

Door closed, two men in the room, before I wanted to even start chatting to make us slightly more acquainted with each other, N did not give me any chance. His s6xy lips came to filled my mouth straight away. It was not those intensive one that make you felt uncomfortable straight away, but it is definitely more than gentle that you can still feel the intensity and knew that it gonna get serious. Our mouths and tongues were very soon tangled together, and he soon turned off my vest, which his pupil diluted once he saw the chest I had been training for so long, and he put me down onto the soft bed of his, and he pushed away all the bedding to the floor, leaving a massive queen size bed just two men who were getting to the edge of the cliff and waiting for a thrust to get off it and fall into the deep darkness of pleasure.

N was such a good player, he knew exactly the points and spots to hit to make it tick, from head to feet, I will leave you to imagine the mid part. ;)  He was also very clearly how to use his teeth to spice things up, ask my ears, necks and n@pples, they would strongly agree, or even my little buddy down there.   That was a proper foreplay I had to say, we were sometimes hugging so hard, sometimes rolled each other over to pin the other down, and then he went down on me, and it was, so good, and especially with his hands. Soon we had to reach the decision, normally I would not be under a guy, but the foreplay did the trick, I decided to b@ttom for this guy, the guy who completed had me in his hand.  

He was gentle and considerate to start with, so I was lying on the bed and tried to get used to his big big tool, but suddenly the tone changed and it started to get, how should we put this, proper and speed up. It was getting faster, stronger, and better. But I decided to spice things up, so I stood up and ask both of us to go to the wall, but we didn't even managed to go that far since probably the wall 1 meter away seems 1 km to us when we were both so eager to continue, so we just went to the wardrobe 5 inches away, only had that little patience then already. Then, how should I put it, he was so hard, rough, fast, and focus that me and the wardrobe were both so loud, for at least 5 minutes. Yes the wardrobe was loud, am sure you can understand why.  

It was so good, as I had been waiting for a man who can do it as a man as I expected for so long, rough, hard, like a man, that is what I do, that is what I expected, and finally, it was there, and right at that moment. 

After my intimacy with the wardrobe, we fell to the bed again, this time, same story as usual, expect that this time the bed was very very loud, naughty bed, until finally everything quiet down in just 1 second. 

I can't remember when I read book that there was a description of the 6 between a detective and his lover that it reads ' it was so good that even the neighbour will sit down have a cigarette after it.' I remembered so clearly when I was reading it and imagine when could that happen to me, then now I can't wait to put my head out and check the smoke coming out from neighbour's window. Yes, it was that good, even the afterwards cuddling, spooning and a lot of kissing, even better.

Then, sadly I can't stay for long so we had to say goodbye, of course with our mouth together. 

Happily, the end. Whoever comes from now then will have a mountain to climb. :)

Yesterday once more - D

Delusion detests focus and romance provides the veil

                                                                        -  Suzanne Finnamore

If you read my blog before, you would know D, a guy I met quite a long time ago that we did not engage in any 6 but I absolutely fell for him. The night I spent with him sleeping in his arms had never made me any more secure, safe and relaxed.  

Well, however, unfortunately D did not feel the same way. D has a thing, he has a special taste when comes to guys, he fell for muscly guys with big chest, arms and ab packs. So when we first met, that was when my work completed messed up my body from all the late night drinks and pizzas that I had at work, hence, sadly, D was not that into me. When I left D's house, since I felt so strongly about him, I decided to start training again to get my old body again with 6 packs and build big arms and chest, just for D.

Naive, I know.

So I started training, a bit on and off, but daydreaming that sometime I will be back in to the body that D desired, then he will see me again, then we will have great 6, and I dreamed it must be so good, that kind of 6 that even the neighbour will have a cigarette after we had it. Well think about it, we just cuddled and slept together with some intimacy, I felt strongly already, so no wonder I will expect so much from our 6.

So very occasionally, we would exchange a few text messages and he would query whether I get my packs and pecks ready. To be honest, exchange of text message is a bit exaggerating, more like I text quite a few times and occasionally I get a short response and asking for my training situation with request to ask for some photos then it is the cool off period again. 

For one time or two, I could have met D again, as he asked me whether I was ready to meet again, I could ignore whether my body was ready or not and just said I am then we would meet up again, however I was so into D that I did not want to disappoint him, so I thought I had to get into the body that would make at least half of the people at my gym be jealous and another half would be too shameful to come to gym, then I think that would be the time to meet D again, so time has gone by, life has moving on, but D and myself had not met for over a year.

For over a year, D had been at the little corner of my heart that I never told anyone, so just wrapped up my strong crush on him and put into a tiny little corner in my heart, back of my mind, and quieting counting my 6 packs and counting on the day meeting D will come soon.

Strangely, or probably meant to be (I doubt it), one night I went out with a mate, and while chatting with my friend, there was a guy contacted me from an app to ask me to join him in a bar nearby. I spoke with my friend quickly and we decided to drop by the g@ay bar, and while i was trying to get through the door, I suddenly saw a familiar face at the front of the queue. I looked again, and it was D, with an unknown guy next to him! I tried to look again, and it was him, chatting, laughing, and seemed happy but also a bit mind drifting. I quickly gathered that it must be a date he was on, so I decided not to say Hi, plus I am not so sure that whether he would still recognise me or not, so I think the best way is to stay put and text him later to double check with him. I remembered that when I actually checked and do believe that was D, I suddenly burst into loud laugh at my friend's 'jokes', which made him feel that he finally started to pick up a sense of humour. I laughed out so loud because I felt life is so funny in a way that the guy had been haunted me back and forward on my mind for so long, I had met him in such an unexpected way, time, location, and occasion. On my mind, it was a proper dinner date, in a fancy restaurant, and he emerged himself in a suit, not at the front queue outside of a gay bar with a guy next to him and people throwing up at the corner. 

So I texted him on site and left quietly with my friend so he could enjoy his date properly. Plus, I seriously doubt that he would remember me, based on a wild guess that how many guys he had been meeting with when we last seen each other, and that would be quite awkward if I said Hi in that kind of situation. 

Then, I was right. As D messaged me back and tried to establish this 'stranger' who messaged him. Well after a few reminders he at least recalled that I was the guy 'laugh loudly in the crowd', not the guy who cuddled him over a year ago, of course. I told him that bigger arms and chest had been accomplished, then we quickly set up a meet up briefly. I was excited, excited enough I ironed my t-shirt and pants before I went out to see him. I do not even iron my shirt for work. 

So I ended in a bar probably an hour before he arrived, then I was waiting, peacefully, anxiously. Then an hour later, after I secured a seat at the bar with nice views, D came into sight.

He came with a grey shirt and jeans, the first thing I noticed, interestingly, was that D did give out his 'gay vibe' straight away, when he's walking to the table and how he behave, or put it in another way, I found that D was a bit camp, which clearly I did not recall or remember from last time we met in his house. So while we were chatting with each other, my mind was filled with this question that 'did I idolised this guy that much that I did not even notice or remember that he was a bit camp?'. 

Then he ordered some food, and we had been chatting, catching up with each other about what we had been up to during these YEARS, and talking about his 'boring and disappointing' date the night before. I felt that we were talking about everything, but also nothing at all.

Then he decided to left for home, without me, then I walked with him for a bit, he asked me:

'S, do you really think there is anything here between us'.

Heartbroken.

Well, clearly, he was making clear that there is no chance between us, and he was really not into me. 

Well, that hardly made it a surprise, given that for over a year he was the one who moved on probably the second I left his house and I was the one have him on my mind all the time.

But I, spontaneously, replied that 

'Well, I do think so, anyway, let's meet again sometime soon, as a friend'.

What was at the tip of my tongue was that 'you only know tiny bit of me, if you give it a chance to get to know me a bit more, you will love me.'

But it didn't make it out of my mouth.

Then D just disappeared in the crowd.

I walked to central London to meet my mates, and while I was on the way, I felt surprisingly calm, and disappointed, and sad, and normal, a mixture of feelings really. I discovered that I truly idolised D, as after this meeting, I found that D was a bit camp, and a bit less than the perfect prince I thought he was for the past year, but he still had his charm there to me, and my gut feeling was that he would not meet me again, as he knew clearly now that I had a crush on him, and he did not want to give me any false hop.

So here it is, this is my dreamed meeting with D again, not so much as I expected. 

Probably, most likely, the End........

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Back in Blogging - Past a few months

Hola everyone, welcome to this blog and I am making a presence after a few months' absence.

It has been busy for past a few months, and I can't wait to share a few interesting stories with you.

Will starting a new post in this week to keep this blog alive.

Good luck to everyone's life and hope you can find someone special soon!

BB