January 31

[belamo]

Nineteen years since I lost my virginity...

Well, for those familiar with the tale of my old sex adventures, it was rather the day I STARTED losing my virginity... the afternoon the Liceu opera house was burning, I first made out with a guy, a man (a man-ho, of course) but he was so against my standards that I couldn't go any further, which pissed him immensely.
It was during the next few days that I started giving and taking, particularly giving, of course, (I'm so generous!), at this place, during what was its first, or maybe second era?

Today it was a grrrrrrreat day
In the morning I finally received the complete works of Gogol (Slovo edition... yeah, I know, crappy, what would you expect!). Then it was fiiiiiiiiiiiine at work, and then it was such a sunny warm day

Congratulations to me!!!

[G-Lexington]

Gonna get a man whore to celebrate the anniversary?

Lex

[JP.]

I didn't know you had such a rough youth day

[pat grimshaw]

…Today it was a grrrrrrreat day
In the morning I finally received the complete works of Gogol ... …Congratulations to me!!!

Bravo to you! The last few days here have been stunning also. Hot day and balmy nights and cicadas singing.

How will you appreciate Gogol amongst all your anniversarial excitement?

[belamo]

Gonna get a man whore to celebrate the anniversary?

Lex

Meh! There are thoughts, though ......................

[belamo]

Bravo to you! The last few days here have been stunning also. Hot day and balmy nights and cicadas singing.

How will you appreciate Gogol amongst all your anniversarial excitement?

It's winter over here, no matter how typically mildly... how can you compare it with Austral summer... even the stormy one?

I just happened to remember that crappy thing about 19 years ago while brushing my teeth about half an hour ago... I had been thinking about that funny ephemerides for so long that I felt I had, at least, to mention it... especially after having told that same ol' worn out story so many times before...

Gogol is still my main source, or one of the couple sources, of excitement this days.

[PreTTy PeTe]

dear god someone fucked you?

poor soul which sanctuary did he go to after.

[belamo]

dear god someone fucked you?

poor soul which sanctuary did he go to after.

The first one was a pretty dark-haired Mediterranean young macho hairy model man, about 25, with a tiny weenie that made me feel NOTHING... if that is not damnation enough! His name was Oscar.
Then Luis, a couple of days later, two years older than me (21) had one big John Holmes luffa of a sneaky dick that I felt from behind towards my button belly... you can figure that it didn't last long... he was gentle enough to stop under the excuse that we were falling off from the bed (he was pounding me from behind while at the feet of the bed, and the bed clothes were slipping under us, and us over them)... I did not actually feel pain, but I was so filled up that I couldn't help moaning through my gentle 19 yo throat and nasal cavity at every expert, careful and gentle thrust.

Then, many years later, Carlos came...

But I am still waiting for the ultimate tall, dark-haired handsome type with the right proportions, the only type that really opens me up, mind and ass, like a flower... that's why I wonder whether it is worth to KEEP waiting until next August to see if one of the megawhores attending the Circuit Festival turns out to be a really good treat...

[belamo]

Oh, a real redhead, no ginger or anything, with hte right clean, milky smooth skin and, most importantly, lean muscular body could do the trick too. Nope, blonds do not do it the same way, nor gingers or chestnut... funny, isn't it? I guess it's all about a certain brightness and intensity of colour that the rest lack.

[LatimerRd]

You write primarily of whores. I'm inspired to ask if you covet only whores? Would a man who had all of the attributes and talents you desire in a whore but was not actually a whore be as sexually stimulating? Is the act of whoring essential to the excitement?

During my own whoring years a man I knew socially in my "legitimate" life, but who knew of my work in the sex trade, and whom I would have happily fucked for free, only wanted me if I took his money, saying that sex was always more exciting that way.

Would you spend an evening discussing Gogol with a whore, or would that ruin the sex, or even preclude sex? I had some clients who wanted to fuck only bright young men--but wanted as little conversation as possible. Others, I believe, found the conversation as important as the sex.
And others wanted beautiful but dumb.

[belamo]

You write primarily of whores. I'm inspired to ask if you covet only whores? Would a man who had all of the attributes and talents you desire in a whore but was not actually a whore be as sexually stimulating? Is the act of whoring essential to the excitement?

During my own whoring years a man I knew socially in my "legitimate" life, but who knew of my work in the sex trade, and whom I would have happily fucked for free, only wanted me if I took his money, saying that sex was always more exciting that way.

No. I hardly find it among whores, so I am not waiting until some terribly kjwte guy randomly walks along from the opposite sidewalk to stare at me, or just grabs his critch with a mixture of stern and shy look on his face.
I am precisely the sort of guy who hates the hunting of shopping, no matter how exciting I may appreciate it to be. I just want the item, and I have desperate long ago to find a satisfactory sexual partner in a random encounter.
So, you see, I am not like your friend.

Would you spend an evening discussing Gogol with a whore, or would that ruin the sex, or even preclude sex? I had some clients who wanted to fuck only bright young men--but wanted as little conversation as possible. Others, I believe, found the conversation as important as the sex.
And others wanted beautiful but dumb.

One thing I do confess though: in my early years, I found exciting the mere act of going to a hohouse, but not out of some kink, but as the sort of excitement I felt when going to a friend's house at school: to me, back then, going to be received in someone else's home was entering a new different world, but a world of affection, of connection, and that I felt to be even more related to protection and caring than excitement. I was totally aware that the whole thing was DEFINITELY a substitute for the affection and social relationship that I could not get otherwise.
I spent the whole day surrounded by chicks at the faculty, and now, when I am well past looking for a friendly young manly face, whenever I go to the different university libraries in BCN, or simply walk in the street (I used to have such a restricted world back then that I hardly even ventured out of my way from and to college, except for bookshops and, obviously, hohouses) I get to see and appreciate more of that young manly material I longed for in those years.
Over ten years ago I was so desperate to meet just someone and be with them that I once happened to pay a guy just to talk to him, but that was during my distressed years between my first and second degree, while I was in the military or,maybe (can't remember it well) in the impass year after my first university degree, before working in that stupid catering services company and, afterwards, going through the military service (last year of Spanish compulsory draft).

I remember having happened to discuss once early Baroque and classical music (you know, XVIIIth century music) with a cute English ho from Monchista or something... it was a tall blond guy with a meaty tight ass whom I was fucking to orgasm (his) in the shower without getting any pleasure out of it myself.

[looseliam]

And you've been a silly little slut ever since.

You know that next year you'll have to find a Chinese rentboy.

[JP.]

Im so jealous...


































not
(Do your thing gurl )

[belamo]

And you've been a silly little slut ever since.

You know that next year you'll have to find a Chinese rentboy.

If I passed on that while in China... why would it ever come to pass?

Besides, I have been terribly irregular during that period... I've been months and even years without touching a ho (if you exculde myself), and the year I spent in China I only lived on ogling, fancying and watching a Bel Ami video that someone lent me... I bet the Chinese surveillance system had their share of fun.

[looseliam]

Now, now - everyone knows on the 20th anniversary the customary gift is china

[belamo]

Now, now - everyone knows on the 20th anniversary the customary gift is china

Nope... that would be the theme of the anniversary party. So what would be the gift in six years? And what do you reckon I had as gift in past anniversaries?

[looseliam]

AFAIK, 26 isn't a special year. I mean, if could be a special year for you, but generally speaking it isn't a milestone year.

As for anniversaries past, I can't imagine. I mean I could, but mum doesn't like me using that language :P

[Vannie]

Are they having a party for you at Shady Pines?

[belamo]

AFAIK, 26 isn't a special year. I mean, if could be a special year for you, but generally speaking it isn't a milestone year.

As for anniversaries past, I can't imagine. I mean I could, but mum doesn't like me using that language :P

In six years from now, my 19th anniversary, that is, in the 25th... see why I so hate coming here to have to write response posts to stupid mindless ones?
do you really ever respect your mummy that much?

[belamo]

Are they having a party for you at Shady Pines?

Parties? I'm throwing...

http://cdn.20minutos.es/img/2006/10/...20070126132514

[looseliam]

In six years from now, my 19th anniversary, that is, in the 25th... see why I so hate coming here to have to write response posts to stupid mindless ones?
do you really ever respect your mummy that much?

[belamo]

Oh, it was you, the cookie monster... I'm sorry