Sunday, 18 September 2016

Quiet, too quiet. But then...

As mentioned, almost every one of my regular & semi-regular fuck-buddies is out of town.  The Indian guy had a hiccup with his ticket and was delayed a few days, so we had a good get together but really just vanilla other than he informed me on arrival that he'd be sleeping over.  I didn't really care, and it was kinda nice to wake up with his smooth muscular form in my arms, quickly followed by a quick flip fuck.  I also had a long-anticipated encounter with a burly young Egyptian guy who was simply desperate for me to fuck him, so I duly obliged, but not until after he'd given me a fantastic blow job and an amazing tongue fuck.  But his puppy-like devotion afterwards has been a little off-putting...

I then had to spend a few days in Sin City, but, more-or-less confirming that Grindr doesn't work there (or at least pics won't download), so didn't really bother.  Relocating piece by piece from our villa to an apartment in light of my family's departure has also kept me occupied.

The apartment is located in the city, and opens up a whole set of fresh thumbnails on my screen.  I am quickly hit on by a young guy who sends through some remarkable pics, and a promise of "a very good time", but I politely defer.  I've always thought "half your age + 5 years" a reasonable rule of thumb for hook-ups, but this guy is more like 1/2 - 3.  Usually they're flakes or drama queens (or both), and I've learnt over time not to bother.  Like this time...  I reach out to the handsome guy mentioned in my last post, but dammit, he too is out of town and I am seemingly out of options.

Anyway, I spend a pleasurable afternoon alternating between porn and Narcos (fantastic btw), and I get a few hits on the apps, but really, they're all just timewasters of one sort or another, so I retire to bed alone and with increasingly blue balls.  But the young guy is persistent...

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