fasten your seat belts, it’s going to be a bumpy ride

Hope everyone had a great St. Patrick’s day. Read last year’s blog about St Patrick’s day, “Kiss me, I’m Irish.” 

So, I just got back in town from a trip (not from Ireland). I have been traveling a lot for the past several months. Honestly, what is it about flight attendants? Is it the uniform? Is it the excellent customer service of wanting to please you? I always find the flight attendants very pleasant to look at.

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I hooked up with one about 2 years ago.

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Should have been saved by the bell.

Occasionally, I like to have some quickie fun but it usually turns into more disappointment than fun. Few years ago, I met Ed on Grindr. He is in his late 40’s, a white guy, who is a lawyer. He lives super close by so I went over to his place. I rang the door bell few times but he did not answer. I thought, “that jerk gave me the wrong address.’

It was unusually hot that night, so I was sweaty waiting outside, and was bit frustrated feeling rejected, so I went home. When I got home, Ed messaged me on Grindr asking if I was still coming over. I explained I was there and rang the door bell few times at his place. After confirming his address, he is just realizing that his door bell stopped working. He invited me over again that night, but I refused. However, about a week later, I went to his place again.

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He shoots. He scores!

About 4 years ago, I met Malcolm on Grindr. He is a police officer who is in his early 40’s. He belongs to a gay basketball social group and they usually practices at a court near me. He came over to my place after his basketball practice one afternoon.

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He is tall with a great physique (being a police officer and a basketball player). His photo was probably about 5 years ago or he aged very quickly since. Regardless, he was an attractive guy. He wore a basketball shorts, which is always so sexually appealing to me. Maybe it’s the peek-a-boo’sh bulge. He was also slightly dampy-sweaty and it was gross-sexy.

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3 to 4?

I met up with my friend, Cole, for Sunday Funday today. We went to a gay bar for some afternoon drinks and I am still tipsy. While we were at the bar, I ran into Rob and Bill, a married couple I had a 3-way with several years ago. Read 3 for 3 about that story. 

It was awkward because they didn’t recognize me at first, but when I told them my name, they remembered. Or at least Rob did. To be honest, I am more attracted to Bill than Rob. Regardless, I actually had a good time talking to them in more personal level instead of talking to their penises. They were with a friend of theirs, Mark, and I also talked to him for a bit. By this point, I was pretty drunk. I was on my way to the bathroom and Mark grabbed me into the women’s room. Next thing I know, he was giving me a BJ in the stall. He did it for few seconds. I wasn’t sure why he stopped, but I was glad he did, because I was so afraid that I was going to get caught.

I went back to the bar and was talking to Rob and Bill again. They invited me over to their place for a four with them and Mark. I declined their offer. I only wanted Mark one way, but in a bedroom instead of a bathroom.

I didn’t even get a chance to exchange contact information with Mark. Would it be weird for me to ask Rob and Bill for Mark’s phone number?

como te gusta mi pinga

Last winter, I went to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico with several friends. It was my very first time there and I was nervous about not knowing much Spanish other than hola, gracias, and como te gusta mi pinga?

Not only I was surprised many people spoke English, I was also pleasantly surprised to discover Puerto Vallarta is a major gaycation spot. There were many gays from all over US and Canada. There was essentially a gay mecca at the beach with muchos bars that serviced right on the sandy beach. I was drinking my margarita and eating my pico de gallo and guacamole, thinking it was an amazing place to just be.

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I also noticed I was the only gaysian at the beach, probably in the entire city of Puerto Vallarta. As I walked the shoreline of a sandy beach, I saw a groupie circled around a cabana near me. One girl gave me a stare then yelled out, “there is an Asian!” then she finger gestured to ‘come over here.’

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I looked over both of my shoulders as if there was another gaysian around me then walked up to them. Next to the girl was a somewhat bear’ish guy with dark hair with little pieces of gray hair and fabulously glamorized with a pair of sunglasses that looked like what Elton John would wear. She introduced me to him. “Brad likes Asians.”  Only few minutes into the conversation, Brad upfrontly suggested that we hang out at his condo. Without hesitation (because normally I try to come up with excuses to refuse), I agreed to this suggestion.

On my way to my hotel, I stopped by the convenient store to get some snack. Between the convenient store and a farmacia, there were several posters on the wall, mostly advertisements for drag shows. One of them was a poster of a singer performing for the week. Brad’s face was on that poster.

As we planned, I went to Brad’s place that evening. I was impressed with his oral talents, being a singer he is, and enjoyed his BJ all the way to soprano. With a brief session of cuddling, he said to me: “I like Asian guys” and I replied, “then you’re lucky, because I am Asian.” Then I mentioned about the poster of him on a wall next to the farmacia, which explained that he was in a reality talent show and doing a tour in Puerto Vallarta for the week. I am not much of a TV watcher so I felt guilty that I didn’t know who he was. He then asked if I was going to tell people about him? I told him I wouldn’t do that, but I am going to write a blog about it. 

I left Brad’s place feeling proud like I just conquered a major quest. Brad is something I wouldn’t find normally attracted to yet I enjoyed the brief session of sexcape. Maybe it was all the speedos at the beach or the fact that he’s a celebrity.

Ho Ho Ho!

Hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas! Honestly, Christmas is not as much exciting for me as it was when I was young. Somewhere in between halloween candies and black Friday shopping, people lost the essence of holiday spirit.

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This year, I did something completely opposite and spent the entire Christmas day alone. Honestly, it was not as depressing as you might think so don’t pity me. It was the best way to catch up on reading and rest in my pajamas all day long. How often do you get to do that these days.

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I spent Christmas alone only once before about 2 year ago. Santa didn’t visit me because I decided to be naughty. While sitting in my place alone, getting lonely on Christmas eve, I logged on Grindr to find myself a present. Jeff, who is in his 40’s, frosty hair, blue eyes, and a charming smile messaged me to offer a massage.  He lived close by so I went over to his place, which is a gigantic 3 story house. It was overwhelming to be in it. He also had a gigantic Christmas tree that fit nicely in his gigantic house.

We had a glass of wine in his beautiful marble countertop gigantic kitchen while listening to some Christmas music. There were some candle lights and a fireplace lit too. He took me upstairs to his gigantic bedroom which had gigantic floor to ceiling windows overlooking a gigantic backyard that seemed like an image from Architecture Digest. 

It was beginning to feel like a cheesy romance novel. Also, read American Dream, story about Mark, another guy I hooked up with that had a gigantic house.

Jeff’s penis was not so gigantic. (I don’t really like it big anyways – read these two blogs about that: size queen and size queen 2) and sex was going great for a while until I heard him snore when I was doing my job.

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I shook him and asked him if he just fall asleep?   He denied and covered up by going down on me. We just continued and I was able to finish.

As I was leaving his beautiful gigantic place, I felt even lonelier than before. It was nice to be in such a beautiful gigantic house on Christmas, but falling asleep during sex?!

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Perhaps the wine made him extra tired. Maybe he hasn’t had much sleep all week. Maybe he has narcolepsy. 

I am glad I had a quality time by myself during Christmas this year. Hope everyone did same, wether it was with family, friends, or alone. Now for New Years, that’s special for me. I celebrate great moments I had in the past year (such as this blog) and what I hope for next (maybe twitter page). New Years kiss would be nice too. I have never done that.

Happy new year!

Strings Attracted

As a single gay man, similar to pretty much anyone who has hit puberty, I have sexual appetite and I get hungry sometimes. To fulfill my appetite, I go on Grindr to browse where you will find a variety of menu options to choose from, weather I go the place for a sit-down meal or order home delivery. It is very efficient to reach satisfaction, but you never know what you will get. I had some really good ones and I had some really terrible ones.

When it comes to one night stands, I think out-of-town visitors are perfect for NSA activities. NSA, which stands of no strings attached, is purely a simple sexual encounter with no further interactions required.

About 3 years ago, I was very hungry one night so I logged on Grindr. I chatted with a guy who was visiting from UK. He is white, 5 years older than me, and the photo of his profile (torso only) displayed his nice chest and abs. After a brief explanation of our tastes, he sent me his face photo and he was definitely cute. He is little bit taller than me with brown hair and brown eyes. He had cute dimples and I always found dimples sexy.

We agreed to meet and I went over to his hotel. Likely from fear of unknown, my anxiety level elevated as I was going up the hotel elevator.

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When he opened the door, he said my name (in British accent) and I was shocked how he knew my name since I didn’t tell him. With a brief clarification, I learned that we have same names. After getting over the awkward introduction, we quickly took off each other’s clothes. Comparison to feeling so anxious in the elevator, I was all relaxed in his bed. To be honest, I can’t remember much about sex with him. Don’t get me wrong, it was good and I had a great time. But what I remembered the most is getting to know him personally.

He is from a coastal town just south of London, UK and was in town for a work conference. He works in cancer research. He seemed sweet and kind. When I meet guys I like, I can’t help to go into all the “what if’s” scene in my head. On my way home, I had envisions of me living in London, being a lover of a famous doctor. He returned to UK few days later.

Can NSA really be completely detached? For me, I need some level of connection to feel sexual pleasure with someone. Yes, anonymous encounters provide complete privacy, but complete blind-fold does not excite me at all. Sexual chemistry should have some strings that may at least be attracted, if not attached.

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Even though my intent was NSA with the British doctor, we ended up becoming Facebook friends. We have been messaging each other once a while since, usually on holidays and birthdays.

Also read more about NSA on Aries gay man’s blog: On String and Attachment: No Strings Attached