Crazy Busy.

Work is crazy at the moment! I don’t even know where to start, I’m flavour of the month apparently.

I’m taking 10 minutes to myself.

So what is news?

Nothing out of the ordinary. I went shopping on the weekend for some general bits and pieces for the new place (when it happens) this included some pots and pans, cutlery and vacuum cleaner. Then to Brunswick Street with Brenden, we had lunch at an awful Dutch cafe, I shouldn’t say it was that bad the coffee was brilliant, the food—not so much. We wandered into some Spanish festival which was packed with gay boys. Lord knows the homo’s love a good festival. The point was it was crammed packed and almost uncomfortable.
I’m our made dash to get out we took a side street to avoid the people and stumbled across a gay book store. I had no idea there was one so close. I ended up spending more money on some random books, including a recommendation,
SM 101.
The New Bottoming Book.
The New Topping Book.
Age Play Diaper Fetish Handbook.

I’m reading The New Bottoming Book at the moment. It’s seems interesting enough so far.

Ummmm. Then we stopped at ClearIt and I spent another $200 on clothes and a long overdue pair of work shoes. They are nice and shiny and I like them, very comfy!

Sunday night I met up with a guy, I didn’t get his name. It was more of a one off so he’s in my phone as ‘Bro’. He’s a classic wog and is 20 something and still living at home… drop.dead.gorgous, and hung (10”) to boot. He had to sneak out (being 11pm he couldn’t just leave the house and say he was going out—go figure, you’re old enough dude, do whatever the hell you like!).
Beside the point. I meet him at a park around the corner from where he lives as he had to walk. We engaged in some watersports. I told him he was to remain fully dressed the whole time. Then bent him over and ploughed him while he was soaking wet. Fucking hot!
Turns out he’s a prostitute. Not that it matters, but it explains a lot—provocatively dressed, he gave amazing head, and was silky smooth from the neck down. Hell if I was that hung I’d be selling my goodies too.

I met up with a guy on Monday night. Let’s call him Tony. He is 26 and a nice enough guy. He was full of shit and I had a lot of trouble listening to him talking himself up all the time. I knew within 20 seconds of him opening his mouth that I’d never have anything to do with other than sex, so I took him back home and we fooled around. Once we were done I sent him on his merry way. I did have the decency to offer him a lift home, but he declined saying he’d be happy to take a tram. I wasn’t going to push the issue cause I really didn’t care, so I saw him to the gate, said good bye and turned around, leaving him there a little taken aback that I wasn’t going push the offer or walk with him to the tram stop.
Meh.

Tuesday I met up with a twinky boy who lives just down the road. I picked him up on my way home from work and we went to the bottle shop, picked up my newest addiction; Southern Comfort and Cola.
We had a drink and a smoke and watched a couple of episodes of Family Guy, then retired to my room.
I hate god sometimes.
Why does he go and give there boys such massive dicks? And leave me with a ridiculously average one? HUH! WHY!
It was pretty disappointing in the end so I didn’t feel so bad, he got dressed and I pat him on the bum as I sent him out the door. Deleting him number as I got back inside. NEXT!

Tonight I have a date with a guy named Hayden.
Thursday a date with a guy named Matthew.

I’m being more realistic with age when it comes to dates. 31 and 33 respectively. If I’m going to go for something serious then I need people my own age who are in my head space. Twinks are ok for fucks but I can’t date one.

It’s been almost 2 years. I’m ready for something serious again me thinks.

Jackson wants me to visit him. If I get the time i’ll try and see him on the weekend.

I’m going back to work now.

LPH