12/3/2008 - Short Gay Story
After Stumbling out of bed and going to the bathroom, I ambled out to the kitchen. Knowing that my parents would be at work, expecting to have the house to myself, I didn't bothered to dress. Still half asleep, I stood naked in a burst of refrigerator light drinking from a carton of o.j. It wasn't until this cute guy suddenly appeared in the doorway that led to the basement that I remembered my parents mentioning something about having the furnace service.
The guy looked me up and down with great interest. "You could stand to put on a little weight," he said with a snicker. "But you've sure got a great looking big cock." Immediately, blood rushed to my face. I just stood there with my mouth full of gay cum juice, staring at him. He was so damn good looking, for a moment I wondered if I was dreaming. He looked to be a few years older than me, twenty-five of so. He was average height, with a lean, somewhat muscular build. And whether he thought I was too skinny or not he was obviously attracted to me. I mean, his eyes were all over me, lingering wantonly when they fell to size up my cock. Embroidered on the pocket of his crisply pressed shirt, just below the company logo for Speedy Furnace Repair, was the name Bill. After finally managing to swallow, I sit the carton of gay cum juice on the counter and made a feeble attempt to obstruct his view of my stiffening big cock with my hands. "I wasn't expecting company," I said rather sharply. "I think I'd better get dressed."
Making himself at home at the kitchen table he glared at me with a crooked smile. "There's certainly no need to go to any trouble on my account," he said. "To be honest, I kind of like the view. Go ahead and finish you gay cum juice." I couldn't believe the nerve of this guy. Did he think just because he was so damn good looking it entitled him to take such brazen liberties?
"You know," he said. "With your boyish good-looks I'll bet you're a real heart-breaker." I was eighteen and aware of the fact that many of my features remained boyish, I certainly didn't need him reminding me. Being quite smug he leaned back in his chair. "I didn't mean to piss you off," he said. "It was a compliment. I'll bet there are a lot of guys who would just love to bend you over and drill that sweet little gay ass of yours."
My eyes wandered onto the cylinder shaped bulge that had begun to swell and stretch down the inside of his thigh. No doubt he was one of those guys. I had consummated my preference for big cock long ago, and while I definitely found the repairman attractive, I couldn't help being a little put off by his arrogance. "Seriously," said Bill. "You really are a knock out. Again I felt the familiar warmth of a blush returning to my cheeks. "Come now," he said. "Don't tell me no one has ever told you how gorgeous you are." I shook my head. No one ever had. He was the first. "I'll bet you're still a virgin too, aren't you?" If by virgin he meant I had neither fucked, nor been fucked, his gay assumption was correct. But virgin, or not, I wasn't so naive that I failed to recognize his desire to seduce me. "I think its time I got dressed," I said, slowly making my way toward the doorway. My heart nearly exploded when Bill reached out and took hold of my hand. "Come on now. What's your hurry? I think we should talk some more. I'd like to get to know you better."
He pulled me closer. His passionate brown eyes were fixed on the distended slab of teenage dick that now sprang up from between my legs. I gasped as he yanked me down across his knees. I realized at once that his strength was far superior to mine. Any attempt to deny him, even if I had wanted too, would have been futile.
One of his thick arms came to rest across my back, holding me firmly in place. "When was the last time you had someone give you a good spanking?" He ran a hand over my gay ass. "Damn, if that ain't a pretty gay ass," he muttered. "You've got the smoothest little bubble butt I've ever seen. I moaned painfully as he brought his hand down hard against my vulnerable buttocks. "You like being spanked, don't you?" God, help me, I did like it. I could hardly wait for him to smack my gay ass a second time, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right. "One word about this to my parents and your job is history," I threatened, eager for him to continue.
"Never bullshit a bullshitter, kid. You're not going to say jack-shit to your parents. You've been beating your dick just aching for something like this to happen.
"You're crazy," I shrieked, my voice trembling with lust. "I was like you once," said Bill. That's how I know what to look for. Ever since you saw me standing in the doorway you've seized every opportunity to check out my big basket. Not that I blame you, I've got a big big cock, as you will soon see. Again his firm hand swept down to sting my gay ass, and again I cried out in ecstasy. Palming the fire that he had ignited in my posterior, he forced a hand between my
thighs to taunt my velvety ball-sac. "It makes you horny being touch like this, doesn't it?" said Bill. "And why not? It feels good."
"I want you to stop," I sighed hotly. Why was I saying no when my heart, body and soul was crying yes? "You don't mean that," said Bill, reaching a bit further between my legs to embrace my erect big cock. "Your dick doesn't lie. It knows exactly what it likes, and it's aching for more." I broke out in a passionate sweat as Bill's fingers stroked my twitching rod. "Really! You've got to stop," I demanded. "Don't worry," Bill sighed endearingly. "It's all right if you cum." "But I don't want to cum!" If liars are destined to burn in hell, I had just doomed myself to becoming a block of cinder. I was dumbfounded when the impassioned repairman leapt to his feet, sending me sprawling across the kitchen floor. Gazing at my exposed, six-inch projectile, Bill dropped to his knees. If I had been serious about escaping his advances this was the ideal opportunity to flee, but I didn't even try. I was too enthralled with the likelihood of being fucked my this handsome stud. Bill came down on top of me, nuzzling my neck, licking the tender buds of my erect nipples. The sting of his hand still burnt keenly on the surface of my buttocks as he thrust my legs into the air and forced my knees back against my chest. My chest heaved frantically as he bent down and with a single gulp consumed my entire big cock. I yielded completely to his will. The slickness of his lips moving up and down the length of my rigid dick was the most exquisite pleasure I had ever experienced. "Oh God, that feels good!" I groaned. "Suck it! Suck my dick into your throat. Ah, yeah. Do it! Eat my fucking big cock!" My legs trembled as he complied with my demands, taking my slender prick so deeply into his hungry mouth that his lower lip engulfed a good portion of my fuzzy ball-sac. I was through with pretending to be coy. I wanted this big handsome repair man , and I wanted him now.
My big cock flopped wetly against my belly as it slid from between his luscious lips. "I love the way you taste and smell," said Bill, inhaling deeply as he run his nose through my dense pubic hair. I shivered as his hot tongue licked my cream filled bangers and embarked on the narrow ridge of responsive flesh that marked the path to my gaping butt crack. "I'm going to devour you, man. I'm going to show you just how good man sex can be."
Shock waves quaked through my loins as Bill's long, wet tongue snaked its way through the sparse butt fur that sprouted from my steamy crevice. A sensation, unlike any I had ever felt, swept over me like a tidal wave. He licked my
tight pucker until my head was swimming with the intoxicating effects of his oral gay assault. Then, without warning, drooling profusely with lustful desire, the tip of his dancing probe stabbed wickedly into my tightly clinched burrow. He had breached the rim of my tender orifice. Wallowing in its own succulent gay cum juices, his burning tongue plunged deeper and deeper into the dank darkness of my virgin fuck hole, elevating me to a new level of awareness.
Bill retracted his splendid tongue, leaving my manhole to throb with beseeching desire. "Damn you taste good," he sighed with a slurp of satisfaction. I watched as he opened up the front of his pants and set free his rigorously throbbing erection. The shear size of his big cock was alarming, especially since I knew he intended to fuck me with this enormous tool. Bill stuck a finger into my gaping crack and stirred the slime that saturated my tense valley. He had huge hands. His fingers were long and thick -- smaller than a big cock, but large enough to cause me a significant amount of distress when he poked one up my gay ass. My anal corridor twitched spastically, its velvety walls clinging feverishly to the dicky finger that gently rotated to stroke my swollen pod of semen. The sensation was odd -- yet pleasing.
Taking my big cock into his fist, he squeezed a torrent of shimmering, gel from my piss-tube. The slickness of my dick gay cum juice lubricated his hand as he slowly started jacking me off. Within seconds he had brought me to the brink of coming. My body was on the verge of reaping the splendor of an orgasm when he unexpectedly released my hammering tool and withdrew his sticky finger from my gay ass. The sudden sense of abandonment left me numb and short of breath. Before I could fully recover he was pushing the head of his big cock up my butt, stretching my youthful pucker with the crest of his intimidating fuck muscle. Trembling with the agony of his penetration, I cried out like a wounded animal. Never before had I ever experienced such pain. Tears welled up in my eyes as my spastic rectum expanded to accommodate the full length of Bill's unsympathetic ramrod.
In a voice I vaguely recognize as being my own, I cried out. "Oh God, it hurts! You've got to take it out!" "I don't think so, kid. Don't fight it. It'll be fine, just relax." Bill withdrew all but the puffy knob of his swollen big cock. The pain was already beginning to subside. A pleasure, every bit as intense as the pain began to quiver up my spine. "Damn, you've got a hot little gay ass," Bill grunted. "I could fuck an gay ass like yours all day long. This is what man on man sex is all about, boy. Nothing I know of is more satisfying. It just doesn't get any better than this." There was a tenderness in his touch as his callused hands pulled and tugged on my bony big cock. He fucked me with slow deep thrusts, each more rewarding, more sensual than the last.
"Oh Christ, I'm almost there," Bill panted. "How about you, I'll bet those big nuts of yours are about to explode." "Oh yeah," I confirmed. "I can't hold back much longer. I'm on fire. Fuck me harder! Oh God, yes! Faster! Deeper!"
Soft whimpers of orgasmic gratification ricocheted off the kitchen walls as Bill withdrew his inflamed organ from my rectum and jacked off, shooting his stringy spunk across my belly. The seemingly endless torrent being expelled by his
soggy pisshole was mesmerizing. The pearl-like phosphorescence pooling on my abdomen oozed through my pubic hair and trickled down my hot, tightly drawn ball-sac. Eager to alleviate the throbbing in my cock, I seized my big cock with every intention of jacking off. "No!" Bill panted. "I want to get you off." Again he shoved a finger up my gay ass, and I hissed and spat with amorous respect for his proficient love making skills. "Bang my fucking butt!" I shrieked, squirming on the kitchen tile like a worm on a fisherman's hook. His free hand made a fist around my rigid big cock and he began to hammer away, slowly at first, then with a more purposeful intent. I could feel the semen within me churning, boiling, lurching through a maze of spastic aqueducts. "I'm gonna CUUUUM," I snarled, trembling with the feverish chills of unbridled ecstasy. Jism erupted the full length of my torso, splattering my neck and shoulders with ribbon-like curls of pent up passion. "Oh yeah," Bill cooed. "Shoot that big wad of sticky boy cream. Drain those big silky nuts all over your chest." Slowly my body returned to normal. Bill stood up, pulled up his pants, and tucked away his dicky joy-stick. Staring down at me he said. "You're really something, kid. I meant what I said about you being a heart-breaker, you really are. And on top of that, you've got one of the hottest little gay gay asses its ever been my pleasure to fuck." "I hope we see each other again sometime," I said, rising up to rest back on my elbows. "You can count on it," said Bill. "I'll be back this fall to service both your furnace and you." For the first time ever, I was looking forward to a short summer.
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Saturday, November 29, 2008 - I Had No Idea
I found out today I was going to a funeral in about one hour. Isnt it nice to know there things ahead of time. Once again I get told something on the need to know time schedule. Not that it really matter, I didnt have anything else to do today anyway.
When we got there everyone had finished eating and people were just lounging around waiting for the procession to get organized and head to the Wat.
Choas papa , older brother and his wife were there.. They insisted that I take a photo of papa, Choa and a few of the young monks.
I really do believe that the funerals that Ive been to are more of a social occasion than a grieving one for the person who has passed away.
Once they got semi organized the band gathered and a small procession started off to the Wat.
When we got to the Wat people were sitting around in group talking and visiting. To me it seemed more like a family picnic than a funeral. Of course this was an excellent opportunity to sell some coffee, Buddha amulets and of course Lottery tickets.
We had been waiting about 30 minutes and it was time for the actual funeral to begin. It didnt. We waited a bit longer only to find out that part of the family had to come from out of town and had not made it yet. 20 more minutes went by and the bus arrived. Then we were told it would be about another hour. Choa, not me believe it or not, decided he didnt want to wait any longer and we left.
Of course it was past lunch time and we had to stop and get some food.
Turns out this was the local gathering place so people just came by and sat on the abandoned bus stop benches.
After we finish and are riding home guess what we pass that practically no Thai can resist. Thats right, a market.
So, about 7 hours after we leave the house, go to a funeral and then a market I finally get back home. Im tired.
john
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Thursday, November 27, 2008 - Going on and on...
It gets harder and harder every day. Not
the going to the gym to sweat. That's one of the few things still
keeping me sane, I think, but the tiredness and the lack of drive to
get more things done. I do get things done but I want to do more...me,
nearly 50 years old and still trying to be an overachiever.
If this were the first time I was working out with weights, I'd
probably be terribly discouraged by the fact that I can't seem to get
more muscle on my chest but experience has taught me that I'm one of
those people who don't gain muscle easily - minimum of three months
continuous training just to see a bit. So I'm not feeling down about it
yet. I do hope that by the time I'm ready to have my naughty grandpa
poster pics taken I'll have put on a bit more muscle already...and
taken off a great deal more around the waist. And that's just for
starters...I haven't even mentioned the amount of writing I want to get
done yet before I try approaching a literary agency again on top of all
the other stuff I need to get out of my hair, like having the
electrical wiring rerouted or checked, spring cleaning for the coming
end-of-year festive season and cooking and baking...I thing I want to
hide under my bed.
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Thursday, November 27, 2008 - Some fights never end...
It hasn't been a good week so far.
Apart from the debilitating effects of medication and I suspect,
incipient anaemia, it's been a real struggle just to go to the gym and
work out. On top of that, I had to go and be a hero at the tennis
court. Nearly two months away and I forgot I was an F-class player. I
strained something in my upper back on the left or lower shoulder.
Tuesday was hell. I could hardly even stand straight or breathe deeply
but I trained with light weights anyway. So if this week's photo looks
old and flabby, mea culpa, I've been fighting my own mind and body like
crazy.
 It's
one of those fights that will never end until I go to sleep for the
last time, I guess. The depression I should be used to by now but it's
still a major mental battle every day just trying to get things done
and when I look around me and see all the other things that still need
to be done, it's just too easy to give up and go hide under my bed.
Worse still when I have to fight what seems to be permanent tiredness.
It's one of the symptoms of depression, I've been told, but I can't
help wondering if it's also because I haven't been taking enough red
meat. Anaemia can do that, too, I read in the papers. Guess it's time
to change my diet a little. I just hope I don't get fat again.
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008 - How would you like
to have this parked in your front yard.
Two guys drove up in this rice harvester last night and wanted to know if they could park it here.. Seems they were going to do some work across the road tomorrow morning and didnt want to leave it on the road or drive it back to their place.. Sure no problem.. Then they ask is they can sleep on the patio since they want to make sure nobody stole it. ??
They made a point to tell Choa that it was wroth 2,000,000 Baht. So there they sleep out on the patio.
The next morning work began. 
Just another day in the countryside
john
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Monday, November 24, 2008 - Working on It
Sorry the updates have been a bit slow but Im working on 3 or 4 more entries of things Ive forgotten to post. Also there is another short trip planned for Phuket on Dec 14th.. Im sure I will get some photos there :)
Thanks again for reading
john
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Monday, November 24, 2008 - STUFF I NEVER GOT AROUND TO POSTING: NONG NOOCH
Stuff I Never Got Around to Posting: Nong Nooch Garden
This is really an amazing place and is well worth a visit. It is located just outside of Pattaya off of Sukhumvit Road. Their website is: http://www.nongnoochtropicalgarden.com
You can either walk around the grounds or you can take one of the mini tour trams.. Guess which one I opted for
There are also enclosed areas containing 1000s of different plants
There is so much more and I could go on and on but this is enough and hope it didnt bore you.
Nong Nooch has shops, elephants and tradional shows all in the same complex.. There is a buffet there but I didnt like it. Food was cold and way way way over priced.. around 300B. There are food stands and stalls with much better food and much better value.
john
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Saturday, November 22, 2008 - Sometimes I wonder...
My cousin got married tonight...that's
another reason why I'm doing
this week's blog on Saturday night instead of Thursday or Friday. But
at least I managed to keep to my schedule of two postings a week!
Here's a third picture of me...I think I might have gone overboard with
the full face shots this week but I think I actually look better here.
New haircut, too!
With five nephews running around this week, I got to wondering if I
might have been a good father if I hadn't been gay. I guess it's
one othose things which I'll never know about now. I feel a bit sad but
I have another good reason for never trying to have kids of my own.
Even adopted ones (the thought did occur to me occasionally.)
I was a manic depressive and a monster as a teacher when I was younger.
I didn't know how to appreciate children and made the poor things'
lives miserable in school. Now I regret and repent all that I did. I
just wish I'd had the sense to quit or try something different back
then.
I wonder if many other people think about stupid things they did when
they were younger and feel genuinely sorry for the people they hurt. I
suspect that many do but few can bring themselves to talk about it.
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Saturday, November 22, 2008 - Been a busy week...
My nephews from Kuala Lumpur and Australia
came to Penang this week, so I've had less time at the gym than I would
have liked, but I managed to squeeze in 3 days of working out so I hope
I don't look too puffy in these pictures. I think they're the first
frontal pictures I am posting.
Funny that someone like me, whom I would have thought had few if any
inhibitions left, should have been too vain to post pictures of me
taken from a face-on view but there you go...even old farts can be
terribly vain. I confess I was just too shy of accidentally showing my
tummy face-on until today.
These might not be the best pictures of me, but the good thing is that
I didn't have to hold my breath. I might still have love handles to
burn off, but at least I don't look pregnant from in front any
more...and if you look carefully, you'll see the shadows of abdominal
muscles strating to show! YAY!
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Friday, November 14, 2008 - You can't go back...
Me from another angle this week. Still not too bad, I hope. I've looked worse, I know.
I couldn't help thinking of all the good looking boys I mooned and
cried over back when I was in school after watching Mamma Mia! last
night. I wonder where most of them are now...five or six are still in
Penang, I know. I've seen them from a distance some times but never
wanted to talk to them. For starters, most of the ones I've seen don't
look much like what I remember any more. They got married, grew flabby
and more than a few are balding with nothing of the sexy maturity I
associate with bald men like Telly Savalas or Yul Brynner or Vin
Diesel. They just looked sad...nothing at all like the young men I
remembered who wanted to change the world.
Of course, me
being me, I couldn't help feeling secretly tickled that Baby Whale
(they all called me that) now looks better at 50 than they did at 30 or
ever will again. HaHaHa! Time is its own avenger, I guess.
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Friday, November 14, 2008 - Too much too soon perhaps
I wonder if I tried to go back to
heavier workouts too soon this week. After nearly being knocked out by
flu, I did two nearly two-hour workouts on Sunday and Monday at the
beginning of this week..and became completely enervated by Tuesday. So
I haven't done much this week though the loss of appetite helped to
keep my weight from shooting up. I don't think I look too bad in spite
of feeling as if my knees just want to fold up...
I was going on and on about my nephews and nieces losing touch with
their roots last week so I won't do that this week. I've learned that
no amount of worrying or complaining or even trying to teach young
people about things like that will do any good. I should know. I did
worse at their age.
I was watching the ABBA movie last night
and the songs brought back so many memories, like crouching under a
huge angsana tree night after night to peek at that gorgeous Sixth Form
guy I had a crush on for example. The last night before he went back to
his home state, it stormed and my umbrella broke. I got soaked to the
skin but that was okay because I didn't want anyone to see me crying
when I went home. His favourite song was 'Take a chance on me' - I knew
he was thinking of his girl friend whenever he played it but that was
okay. I have never been afraid to face reality and at 5' 10" tall while
weighing 250 lbs, there was a huge chunk of it I couldn't avoid every
time I looked in a mirror.
And then there was the time I had
to sing for the leading lady in the school play because my choirboy
soprano had more power and hit higher notes than her schoolgirl one. I
remember singing it hidden under a table on the stage and when I
spotted that that gorgeous guy walking into the school hall with his
girl friend, my voice broke on the high C...and the next day, the
reviewers said how clever of Princess Snowflake to insert that dramatic
break in the song just when Prince Calen was leaving on his adventures.
How little they knew...
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008 - STUFF I NEVER GOT AROUND TO POSTING: TINGTONG PARTY
Stuff I Never Got Around To Posting : TingTong Appreciation Part July 2008
Oogleman (Paul) wanted to host an appreciation part for the members of www.gaytingtong.com and to say Thank You to all the members who contributed to the various fund raisers that were held for Thais4Life. An open bar and a finger food buffet was provided. The night was very enjoyable and loads of fun. It was decided to have it at TwoGuys Guest House on Soi Yensabai just off Soi VC.
Oogleman had scheduled a little show with Montys Cabaret. They took over the thai restaurant across the street and used that for the stage. Needless to say Monty was there directing the entire event J
After the show people sat around socializing, drinking and eating and just having an all around good time.
Oogleman had bought a bunch of prizes for a Lucky Draw event . I dont recall exactly how much was raised that night but I believe it was around 6 or 7000Baht. This money was given to the winner of the last Lucky Draw Ticket.
Here is the winner of the cash prize. The young man in the dark green shirt.
It was a fun night but as I found out the next morning, since I left about 10:30PM, that the party lasted way past midnight and got quite wild. Cant believe they didnt call me.
john
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