To all those people who used to call me
Baby Whale, Fattyblubbertum, HippyHippo
and other things like that 35 years ago,
What do YOU look like today?
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!!
Happy New Year!
Only ten more days before I hit the BIG 5-Oh!
Luckily I don't look too out of shape in spite of all the Christmas feasting,
the food poisoning three days after that and another bout of flu two days ago.
I might not be quite ready to have my naughty grandpa poster pictures taken,
but I'm getting there. And anyway, I still haven't done anything about making
my tattoos more spectacular. Did I mention that my ambition is to have selected
parts of my body look like a Sung Dynasty whorehouse's carpet?
There is a party at my house tonight to celebrate the regional Volleyball championship.. Actually its just an excuse for Choa to throw a party ( at my expense) :) You should hear the "Ghetto Blasters" he has on the patio.
If I get to bed at a decent hour it will be a miracle. Wish me luck
I'm not going to complain or diss any idiots on such an auspicious weekend.
After all, if I can be kind to animals all the time (even those I eat),
the least I can do is refrain from talking about even dumber humans one
day or two a year.
Here are my pictures taken today, right
after coming back from the gym. I still can't tell if my muscles are
growing any bigger yet. I guess it's too soon to tell since I started
my new programme just two weeks ago.
I put three pictures of me this week as a sort of little bonus for all those guys who lust after horny old farts like me.
These last two days have been area and regional days for the football and volleyball games. I thought I would go with Choa to watch and take some photos. I tried to get close to the playing field, but that was just a dream. They would have no part of it. Here are a few photos of the events. I couldn't get any closer.. BTW, these are all male teams so the girls you see on the court ..........................
A few in the crowd
Maybe I will have better luck tomorrow in getting closer to the playing field. ( For better pictures of course)
This 3rd section should finish up all the random photos im going to get around to doing.It is a hodgepodge of stuff that I have scattered here and there.
Ahh, Boat Bakery on Second Road..Price has gone all the way up to 48Baht.Outrageous !!
Digging through the trash
Hard way to make a living.
Construction workers on the way home
Need some colorful plastic flowers
Or a bus maybe
There were a couple of major closings this year. It is a shame actually.
I just hate Baht Buses.The double park, cut in front of you and will stop on a dime right in front of you Did you know there are over 700 of them in Pattaya.About 500 too many Id say
Not really a wise thing to do.
And now for a smile or two
Finally the last two photos:The Mighty Warriors
Hope you have enjoyed this set of3 postsand that it wasnt too long.
Choa and myself had a great year and are looking forward to 2009
Everybody has limitations but I wonder why
so few people realize that most of the things which hold them back are,
more often than not, self-inflicted. Somebody told me I'd never build
big muscles no matter what I tried or did. Well, my answer to that was,
"I can still build my muscles as big as they can grow." Not that I've
grown any more muscles this week, it seems. Not even with the new
programme, but then, I've only switched over less than 9 days so I'll
have to wait another 3 months before I can see whether maximum training
of one body part at a time once week is going to give me bigger
shoulders, chest and arms.
Fair enough that I might never look like a real bodybuilder but that
isn't important to me. What does matter is that I end up with such a
nice, muscular body that I wouldn't be ashamed to take off my shirt at
the beach. For someone like me who's spent so many years being ashamed
of my fat, slug-like torso, that's better than winning a car at the
lottery.
I do wonder, though, why so many people insist on limiting themselves
so badly, and then complain that people aren't giving them any chances
to show what they can do. Like someone I know who insisted that he
couldn't learn to use a computer, wouldn't try at all and then wondered
why he couldn't get a better or more well-paid job at management level.
Somebody told me that I should be happy
with what I look like now and not train to get bigger muscles or better
definition any more or my body won't look nice and natural. Hah! If
ever I heard a lamer excuse for being lazy, I certainly can't think of
it.
What do people mean when they say they want a 'natural body'? No
muscles at all? Lots of fat? All skin and bones? I am not sure which
fits into their definition of 'natural' but I do know one thing. All
the people I know who say that either -
a. don't have the discipline to do anything about their flabby breasts (the men, too), flapping arms and sagging bellies
and/or
b. want a magic pill that will make them look like one of those models in fashion magazines overnight
These sad cases seem to think that if they stuff enough pills or weird
substances or best of all 'detoxify' theselves, their bodies will
somehow become better looking like magic. Never mind if whatever they
stuff between their lips has any kind of medically substantiable
effect. They might as well gulp down a few sugar pills for all the
placebo effect they get.
As for those 'detoxers' I always laugh my head off when they start
spouting their nonsense. Some have even dared to claim that their herbs
are based on ancient Chinese medicine, as if they are experts or the
so-called experts they see on TV can even speak a single word of
Chinese much less know a thing about Chinese medicine...ha ha ha!
The best joke is that these 'experts' don't even know what a Chinese
means when he talks about cleansing the blood. Note : NOT detoxifying.
That's a word the PR people came up with for the mumbo-jumbo companies
to con gullible idiots into opening their wallets.
But the sad thing is that word has now gone into popular vocabulary and
even Chinese doctors use it to refer to a completely different thing -
the traditional process - which makes it all even more confusing for
the ordinary person, and helps make the great con even more believable.
*Sigh*...I guess I shouldn't go on and on...that's the way of this
world. Poor attention spans, quick fixes and low brains. And they say
mankind is evolving into a smarter species.
To pickup where I left off Id like post some random Jomtien Beach , Beach Road ,Walking Street and what other misc stuff I run across.
Just a few from around Beach Road in Pattaya.
This is the start of Beach Road at the Arch at the Dusit Hotel.What you dont see are all the business on the left side of the road. Restaurants, hotels, bars, stores and sidewalk stalls..
The Dolphin Statue
Then further along
Beach Road ends at the Walking Street Sign and the notorious street begins. BTW, I just hate the new LCD sign.
I seldom go to Walking Street so I dont have a lot of photos from there. I spend my time in other places :)
That takes care of this section.I will do one more of random photos a bit later.
I was wanting to find a way to get some random photos posted and this seems to be the best way to do. These are some shots ive taken throughout the year. All of them are in Pattaya. Some are scenic shots while other are street scenes of people and activities around town. Hope you enjoy.
Think he is looking for a ride :)
Street vendors are everywhere. You can buy anything from them. Food, knives, brooms, towels, etc.. I mean just anything.
Some people on the move, playing, etc
Some of the landscape around Pattaya is really nice. All these shots were taken around the Buddha Hill and Pattaya Park area.
Thats it for now, when I get a chance, like I have got lots to do, I will finish up this set.
This pic of me is actually my very first one in the altogether (I think the French say sans culottes)
and I was thinking of posting it without the *ahem* discrete cropping
but at the last minute, my courage failed me. One of the few times when
I haven't quite dared to do something...still, I hope it isn't too much
of a disappointment!
I must say that the day when I am actually going to go full monty and
post a picture (or two or three) of me on the internet isn't too far
off. I might still not reveal quite all, but as my body gets
buffer, I am getting more confident about baring more and more. And
when I do, I shall probably also have posters printed out and deposited
with my lawyer so that when I shuffle off this mortal coil, all my
relatives will get a full-size picture of me in all my glory!!! I think
that would be a truly memorable kind of inheritance, don't you?
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 pichai 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 asian 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 asian cock. Embroidered on the pocket of his crisply pressed shirt, just below the company logo for Speedy Furnace Repair, was the name Mos. 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 asian 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 asian 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 Mos. "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 Mos 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 asian 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 asian butt I've ever seen. I moaned painfully as he brought his hand down hard against my vulnerable asian 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 asian 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 Mos. 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 asian 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 Mos. "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 Mos, reaching a bit further between my legs to embrace my erect big asian cock. "Your asian dick doesn't lie. It knows exactly what it likes, and it's aching for more." I broke out in a passionate sweat as Mos's fingers stroked my twitching rod. "Really! You've got to stop," I demanded. "Don't worry," Mos 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, Mos 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. Mos 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 asian 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 asian cock. I yielded completely to his will. The slickness of his lips moving up and down the length of my rigid asian dick was the most exquisite pleasure I had ever experienced. "Oh God, that feels good!" I groaned. "Suck it! Suck my asian dick into your throat. Ah, yeah. Do it! Eat my fucking big asian 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 asian cock flopped wetly against my belly as it slid from between his luscious lips. "I love the way you taste and smell," said Mos, 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 asian 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 Mos's long, wet tongue snaked its way through the sparse asian 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.
Mos retracted his splendid tongue, leaving my gay 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 asian cock was alarming, especially since I knew he intended to fuck me with this enormous tool. Mos 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 asian 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 asian dicky finger that gently rotated to stroke my swollen pod of semen. The sensation was odd -- yet pleasing.
Taking my big asian cock into his fist, he squeezed a torrent of shimmering, gel from my piss-tube. The slickness of my asian 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 asian cock up my asian 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 Mos'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." Mos withdrew all but the puffy knob of his swollen big asian 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," Mos 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 asian cock. He fucked me with slow deep thrusts, each more rewarding, more sensual than the last.
"Oh Christ, I'm almost there," Mos 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 Mos 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 asian cock, I seized my big asian cock with every intention of jacking off. "No!" Mos 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 asian 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 asian 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," Mos cooed. "Shoot that big wad of sticky boy cream. Drain those big silky nuts all over your chest." Slowly my body returned to normal. Mos stood up, pulled up his pants, and tucked away his asian 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 Mos. "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.
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.
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.
Choaspapa , older brother and his wife were there..They insisted that I take a photo of papa, Choa and a few of the youngmonks.
I really do believe that the funerals that Ive been to are more ofa 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.
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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