Lucky

The other day I mentioned that I had seen two supremely hot and sexy guys at the local Food4Less. This is a store with a large Hispanic patronage, but unfortunately the patrons come from a long line of farmers working hard at making a living in the hard sun. They don't win beauty contests, and they don't pass beauty genes on to their children. Except for the occassional mutation, such as those two hot guys. I had to get in another line that day so sexy was the one that I didn't trust myself. So today I saw yet another hottie. This guy was a teen, I wasn't sure how old, and he wore gym shorts that were full of meat in the rear. The front wasn't so obvious. I thought to myself: "I hope this guy is gay as girls will never appreciate that ass like guys will." And I sure appreciated that ass. I sw him several times in the store, and he noticed, even gving me a slight nod, probably for lack of information on what else he should do when an older white guy seems to notice him. We met up again in the parking lot, and this time I decided not to be shy. I don't live far from the store, and I don't know many young men who couldn't use some extra cash. So I smiled at him and apologized if I took too much notice of him. He smiled back and sort or waited for me to say more. I told him my thought about his hot ass- that gay guys would love it most. He smiled and said "sorry," he would then lose out since he was straight, and he even had a girl friend. Since he had yet to punch me, I asked him if she appreciated his ass like I did. He said he didn't know that I did, but he was quite sure that she liked his ass. "A bit," he said. He would ask her tomorrow night when they had their date. That's when I got bold. I said I could make sure he had some extra cash for that date, and he wouldn't have to do much to earn it. I invited him over, said he could shower privately, and then if he gave me 20 minutes with his ass, I'd give him $75. "No way you're fucking me for any amount of money," he said. "No, no, no," I said. All you have to do is lie on your belly and let me play with that naked butt. I can use my hands, my fingers, and my mouth, but you won't get fucked. You never even turn over." "Okay," he said after some awkward minutes. "I sure can use the money. But any funny business and I'll make you regret it." I replied, "You have no worries." On the five minute ride to my house, I ascertained his age (19), and learned that he had never touched a naked guy and didn't plan on touching me. But I did tell him that if he got turned on and wanted to cum, I'd pay another $25 for him to let me see him shoot. "Nah, that's too private," he said. So we got to the house, made the introductions to the dog, and I gave him a clean towel and showed him where the shower was. When he was done, just go lay on the bed, tummy down. If at any point you want to back out, okay, but no pay if we've started. When I entered the room, there it was- that glorious rump that makes a boy a man. He was brown all over, no tan line, and no hair in the hole. So I used my hands to check it out, felt the nice meaty texture, and yes, I peaked at his balls too. They were kind of hairy for a guy with no ass hair. I was really enjoying the tactile pleasure, but I had seen the moist pinky flesh in his hole and wanted to taste it. I felt the heat as I took a quick nibble or two to see if his definition of clean met mine- it did- and I proceeded to eat his ass in such a way that had him moaning and squirming. My tongue was in heaven and he was saying some words in Spanish that I did not know, but during one of his squirms I saw his hard cock glistening against the sheets. He turned and gave me a huge smile. "God, this feels good!" That's when I started penetrating his hot hole, ever so slightly at first, but he didn't complained, moaned even more, and I was soon entering him all the way. Okay, I was kind for the virgin- just one finger went in all the way! So, I asked him if he wanted that extra $25. I was sure he would say yes. But he didn't. On the way back to the store he told me that it would have been too gay. But he confessed that he came in the shower afterward, and I confessed that I did too. They were just not the same showers! Did you want to meet again, I asked? He said he would leave that to fate. He had never had such fun with his cock and ass, he told me, and he needed to process all that out. One thing I knew, I was sworn to silence. His friends were not to ever hear about this. (Not that I knew any of them!) But, I'll be looking for him everytime I want Food 4 Less. Rump roast is now my favorite.

Someone who is a perfect stranger to you, no doubt has no idea that you even exist, can sing so well she wins awards and prizes and is cast in top shows, is not likely to care what you think of her use of Botox. I know, it's a shame. She should.

So, in a way, the attractiveness of the boy was his usefulness to you; his ability to save you from a troublesome situation. Prettiness is not the only thing to look for as attractiveness encompasses a wide variety of attributes. The hottest guy in the room may not be the handsomest, but he is the most desirable. So why do we still define hotness by beauty alone?

One of the unspoken detriments to living in the desert in the summer is that everyone who can leaves. Those of us who stay are left with little intelligent company. The heat drives us nuts, and we act nuts. So my joke went off the rails, despite you guys trying to come up with funny ways to keep it going. I apologize for not responding in the right spirit. I am simply looking for some intelligent company, and that's not always so easy to do. I think I will go to LA for the weekend. Maybe when I come back i will have restored some of my sanity. If not, well, summer is just a few short weeks from its annual demise.

It's hard to believe that these "Hoo" responses are coming from grown men. Perhps my joke just failed. Participating in a message board usually indicates a desire to be among like-minded men. I left the site for awhile, then made an attempt to return, but it's become clear that I am in the wrong place. I don't understand your humor and I guess you don't understand mine, so why bother? I have had some fun meeting some of the guys here. Totally Oz is a great guy and I truly enjoy his company. Lurkerspeaks and tomcal deserve far better than they get. But we have a group of a dozen men or so trying to make a web site, but no common purpose. Some want light-hearted silliness, some want cock and the barely legal look, but so few want to discuss issues in depth. Why don't you guys figure out what you want from the site and try to make it happen?

The Maxie Hamilton post got me thinking. Oz was wishing he was in LA so he could partake of Maxie's beauty, despite the fact that he is is in Thailand surrounded by the cutest of the cute Thai boys. Now, I am not picking on Oz, I understand just what he was saying. Not only is Maxie cute, but he seems to have a knack for enticing you to think he can get down and really dirty. I want him too. We see posts all of the time about today's beauties, tomorrow's lustbuttons, and past stars. All of these are predicated on how beautiful we perceive the individual to be. And attraction is certainly what drives sex. But most of us aren't heartthrob material and won't make these lists of beauties to be desired. So why do we continue to define attraction by beauty? Once you fuck, the attraction almost always deteriorates anyway. But if we defined attraction by a person's goodheartedness, that wouldn't happen. And face it: Wouldn't you rather be in a relationship with a person who has a good heart? Too often we find that pretty boys are not worth the time we give them, not to mention the money. They can be vain, immature, narcissistic, and, once you have him, you have to keep worrying whether he will take the better offers that are bound to keep pouring in,. It can be such an insecure existence! Instead, picture yourself with someone who's smart, talented, kind, thoughtful, and can be counted on on a rainy day. He won't take a hike when the going gets tough. He's yours! Okay, so he may not be Maxie Hamilton, but he's a keeper. That's the guy at the top of my attractiveness list. No matter how he looks.

Oz, if you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed that it was moved. Where did I place it originally?

I guess I should have clued you guys in first, but Hoo is a very sensitive individual. She never signed up for this, and it's my fault. Now she is hurt and despondent at being mocked here, particularly for her name, which has been carried in her family for generations. I know that she is strong and will ultimately survive this, but I should have kept her behind the scenes. My new writer wrote this post, and he swears if I ever reveal his name, I am in big trouble!

I used to live there, and summer was always hot. But, I understand that is not the case anymore. That's too bad because the lakes can be so much fun. Get here by Thursday (Palm Springs) to enjoy temps of 108.

Interesting choice of names, huh? We'll never know quite who she is. You have probaly noticed the decline in the quality of my posts sicne she left, but I am working on a new guy, also Thai, and his friend. So it will probably be wat or wy, we'll see whoever produces the best bang for the buck,. Remember, it's all about the quality.

You can't turn back the clock. Let him try to walk back from this and his credibility is shot. As for me, I don't think he will. He'd better watch out for assassins though. Think John-Paul I.

I have never seen two bathrooms have sex.

After so many wonderful nights on Campus Street, there are now no threads to be found in the Montreal section. Guys, send me the $$$ and I will be right there to remedy the problem. Hell, if Firecat would simply open his wallet... But the nights with "Big Thigh" Rickie are one for good. I have so many fond memories of beautiful boys. In a way though Montreal was its own worst enemy. You'd go up there and get so horny, but follow through was not allowed, so Rio came along.beautiful boys, big dicks, and...you could touch them! And they would touch you, spurting hot jism up your ass and down your throat. Sure, there was great camaramaderie between the US customers, but down in Rio, who can talk with their mouth stuffed with sausage? So, there's a place for everything, for every time a season. I sure could use a quick Montreal visit now and then...but, what's this with Colombia. All Americas right? Of course, it being the Americas, money talks. But mine speaks so much better at Portuguese than French.

My newest bud- St. Francis of the Sissies! Welcome! It's about time.

Outsourcing of manual labor has become increasingly a way for busy men such as myself to create the sense of importance and involvement which we seek, but, alas, all good things come to an end. So, surprisingly, I today announe that my ghostwriter, Hoo, has resigneed effective immediately. I cannor promise the contiuity of either my postings, nor can i promise that i will be on top of the subjects that you have come to know me for as being one of the first to know. Hoo was surprsingly well-connected, and she was a top notch writer. I often watched with admiration as she bandied ideas about, and often admired her skill at diffusing topics that seemed to be tending to explose. I will miss her. In the meatime, if you are aware of a copy writer, male or emale, who will work for ten cents a page, please have them forward their resume to me via this page. There is room for advancement, although I have a strict policy of avoiding sexual entanglement with those on this particular payroll. English speaking skills, are, of course, necessary. Hoo, you will be missed, and I wish you every bit of luck as you move forward.

Bishop Desmond Tutu, today, in Cape Town, on gay rights: I would not worship a God who is homophobic and that is how deeply I feel about this. I would refuse to go to a homophobic heaven. No, I would say sorry, I mean I would much rather go to the other place. I am as passionate about this campaign as I ever was about apartheid. For me, it is at the same level.

We all know that life can turn on a dime, but this seems to be a really rotten thing to happen. Can't a young couple just have a nice visit to the Grand Canyon? From Reuters: A married couple killed by a lightning bolt near the Grand Canyon this week was identified on Friday as tourists visiting from Thailand. Aram Kawewong and wife Ratchaya Tantranon, both 20, were among a group of people struck by lightning on Tuesday at the LeFevre Overlook, about 30 miles north of the Grand Canyon National Park, the Coconino County Sheriff's Office said. The two tourists, from Chiang Mai in northern Thailand, were pronounced dead at the scene.

I re-read this myself as I am once again trying to lose the 30 pounds I gained. I finally made it to ten, again, for like the third time. But boy do I want a chocolate bar*. I used to be able to knock off 20 pounds so easily, but now I work for every one. *not a cheap one though.

I thought those guys were gathering for a Weight Watchers Meeting!

The nice thing about books is that we can all have a different opinion on how good it is, and no one gets hurt feelings. After all, it's the clearest case of "just my opinion."

"Interesting how our discussion on here about the word faggot now comes in and makes me feel uncomfortable when Max uses it." Yes, it is interesting!

I can admire a man who loses this kind of weight and keeps it off more than I can admire just about anyone else who sets a goal. Society keeps throing junk food at us, and our peers are all buying it, so it is hard to resist. Congratulations!

I was bored to tears and did not finish it.