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Nightmare

After being up all night from insomnia, I got to Philly at 11:15 this morning only to discover that USAirways has lost one of my bags, the one with MY COMPUTER IN IT!! My desktop computer, my backup and about 30 videotapes I have to work on in the next couple of weeks. Great.

I was kind of afraid that the TSA had confiscated it because there was also a bag with a rank jockstrap and a bottle of poppers, in it, so I wasn't very hopeful about getting them back.

I'm staying at my friend Karen's studio and I was supposed to meet her at 5:15 to see Bad Education. I took a much-needed nap.

A delivery company woke me up at 4:30 saying they found my bag and would deliver it between 6 and 10 tonight. I said I wouldn't be home and asked if they could they deliver it somewhere else, I'd get right back to them with the other address. There was NO PEN in an ARTIST'S STUDIO to write their number down. Of course, I forgot it and spent 15 minutes on the phone with a USAirways voice-activated system that couldn't understand a word I said! I called Karen at work to say I probably wouldn't make the movie and she had already left work and her cell phone was not on. AARRGGGHHH!!!

Then I was on hold for 20 minutes with USAirways to find out what I could do. The agent refused to give me the number of the delivery people but assured me it was on it's way. But to where??

Well, here I sit waiting for my bag. I cant leave and I'm fucking starving to death. Dammit!

Posted by HighStrungLoner on January 31, 2005 in Philly, Travel

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The Phoenix

The PhoenixFinally, after almost three weeks of bronchitis and lingering congestion—yes, even through my trip to OKC—I feel normal again! Time to go to The Phoenix!!

The Phoenix is the good “back room” bar in New Orleans. Actually, the whole second floor is the back room. The upstairs is also the New Orleans Eagle. So, if you’re ever trying to find The Eagle and can’t find a sign for it, that’s because the sign is inside The Phoenix, at the bottom of the stairs. Why? I don’t know.

In a refreshing change from the rest of the back room bars in the country, sex here has become more open with the passage of time. Men even fuck at the bar while they’re drinking. It’s funny.

I got there around 11:30 and there wasn’t much of a crowd yet but the bathroom was packed. I let my eyes get used to the dark and drank my bottle of water. There were a couple of leather/muscle guys in half-harnesses and nothing much else doing what they do best which is fuck in front of people and not let anyone touch them. Tourists. I helped a hot man look for his, probably stolen, wallet but thought it would be kind of tasteless to ask for sex after that. (He was still there an hour and a half later trying to put my hand on his cock but by that time I was kind of over it.)
There was a skinny hairless guy sitting on the bench sucking whoever waved their dick in his face. He wasn’t very appealing to me but he was sucking a handsome, hairy, kinda tweaked, shaved-headed, goateed guy, so I horned in. I started playing with the hairy guy’s nipples and he directed things from there.

The skinny guy sucked me some. For a while I though all the hairy one could say was “Bust one up his ass, man. Bust one up his ass, man." So I plowed the guy’s hole while he sucked the tweaker’s soft dick. I could smell other loads in his ass. I fucked and fucked but no dice. I finally shot on his face while he was still sucking cutie-pie who, by the way, had a couple of my fingers up his ass. Turns out I shot too soon ’cause a minute later he was getting fucked, dammit. I wish it had been me but, on the other hand, I really needed to shoot one. The skinny guy wanted me to come over his place and fuck him some more but I wasn’t into it.

I got a another bottle of water and leaned against the wall next to the electric chair. I started playing with a guy I've played with before here and who I talk with online sometimes. He was an insanely good kisser and I remembered his furry butt. He got me hard again in no time but I knew I couldn't give him the load he wanted. He sucked me anyway and was really into my rank jock. I could taste it on his moustache when we kissed. I had to go but we are going to the same play party tomorrow and I promised to fuck him there.

I got lost on the way home and got an impromptu tour of Metarie. I'm tired now. Goodnight.

Posted by HighStrungLoner on November 20, 2004 in Gay, New Orleans, Sex, Travel

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John

Well, no nap for me! Finishing shaving my head at the mirror, I noticed someone staring in the window. Wow, handsome!! I dried off my skull and went to the door.

John was friendly, good-looking, naturally masculine, hairy and looking to play. And what a great kisser! We got so into that, it took us a while to get out of our clothes and into the bed. Lots of pit-licking, nipple and ass play while we tried to figure out who was topping—not that I had any doubt about it! He was sucking the two fingers I just had up his ass when I told him what a hot hole he had. Then he asked me what I wanted to put up there. Well, my dick and then my hand, of course. And I did.

Damn, what a talented hole this man had. What incredible muscle control. He was nice and tight for fucking and then he opened right up for my forearm. I love feeling the head of my cock as it pierces a hairy hole and he liked squeezing it when I entered him. I was in fucking heaven. He liked getting fucked deep and he ground his ass into me, not letting me pull out for another plunge. I had to stop, though, or I would shoot and have to recover before I could do anything else, and I had to get my hand in there. Really. I had to.

I managed to pull out. I grabbed the lube and poured some on my hand. He understood instantly. More kissing and pit-licking (we were both nice and ripe now) as I worked more fingers into his ass. Finally, he got on his hands and knees and let me know he was ready. There was some effort but he swallowed my hand pretty easily. Then he pushed and pushed until I was up to the elbow. Damn.

He asked me to pull out and then push back in again. Then he did something I’ve never seen or felt before: Using only his muscles, he pushed my arm out and then sucked it back in over and over again! It was amazing and got me rock hard again. He did the same thing upright on his knees, too!

Back on his hands and knees, he begged me to stretch his hole using both hands. I got both in past the wrists and couldn’t go any farther. I clasped my hands inside him and pushed my arms away from each other but no dice.

I was ready to pop and said so. He asked me to hold on a little while longer. He got on his back with a couple of pillows under his ass and I punch fucked him with my fist, sometimes just twisting my hand in his hole.

Finally, I put my hand and my dick in at the same time and I jacked myself inside him until I shot. I kept them both in there until he got himself off, too.

Whew!

We cleaned up, made out a little more and he left. I sure wouldn’t mind playing with this one again.

I’m starving!

Posted by HighStrungLoner on November 13, 2004 in Gay, Sex, Travel with tags , , , ,

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Danny

Danny woke me up with a call at 10 AM! Christ, I’ve known the guy for, like, 15 years or something, you’d think he’d know better than to call me that early. Having not seen him in over four years, I pretended to already be awake. We decided to not decide what to do but that he and John would pick me up at 11.

It was great to see him again after so long and I’m really glad we’re still friends after all this time. He looked great despite a touch of the lipodystrophy. I think he’s kind of self-conscious about it but, as I said to him, the alternative is even less pretty. I love him and I’m especially happy that he’s sharing his life with someone he loves. That’s not what I’m looking for and any potential partners of mine should be relieved about that, trust me.

Delicious breakfast at Jimmy’s Egg, a local chainette of breakfast/lunch joints. Then a quick trip to Old Navy to buy my favorite Mechanic’s Jacket in this year’s dark grey ($10 off!!), and a visit to Danny and John’s house to meet the dogs and the cat, who nearly coughed up a hairball on my hand. I didn’t take it personally.

We went to see The Incredibles. It was really fun! After a deadly dull first half hour it finally became an exciting, satisfying action movie. I don’t buy the criticism that it’s a conservative, family-values screed, by the way. That’s a preposterous idea. These characters are obviously unhappy being domesticated. Please.

Anyway, a short nap and then, hopefully, some more play.

Posted by HighStrungLoner on November 13, 2004 in Film, Sex, Travel with tags , ,

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A Tiger and a Pig

Nice nap. Met Keith for dinner. Damned if he didn't have a stunning COLT model with him who he hired to dance at the Copa. This guy, Tyger, was fucking beautiful. I thought my ribcage was gonna bust when he hugged me. He has an incredible body and it’s from working as a stonemason where he lives in Portland OR. He doesn't workout at all! Seductive as he is, he’s not enough to make me wish I'd gotten a real job and didn't sit on my ass all day.

Back at my room, it was a slow night, cold and wet, without much cruising going on for a Friday night. At one point I went to the Copa and talked to Tyger after he'd been go-go-ing for a while. I was enjoying his odor; it was nice and arousing to me but not really strong or anything. Then Keith suddenly whisked him away. I found out later that the Copa’s owners thought Tiger stank to high heaven and Keith was taking him back to the hotel so he could shower!!! Now, the owners are these guys in cowboy hats and boots who wouldn’t seem out of place in a Toby Keith video, Here they are complaining that a guy who’s spending all night dancing under hot lights on a platform above a crowd of drunks has an offensive odor!! Amazing. They must sell a lot of deodorant in red states. In retrospect, I guess I should have offered him my room to shower! Dammit!

Back in my room again I saw a couple of prospects walk by but nothing got me going except this one handsome bear who was walking back and forth in his stocking feet. I finally invited him in and he said his partner was a real cum-pig and wanted more loads. Hell yeah! He was only two rooms away, too!

The partner was lean, dark and clean-cut but handsome and scruffy enough to suit me with a nicely muscled, hairy body. He immediately got off the bed, sat on the floor and motioned me over to him. He yanked my jeans down, pulled my dick out of my jock and started sucking. I was hard in seconds! He would stop sometimes to sniff the filthy jock, too, when he wasn't looking directly into my eyes. The bear reclined on the bed, naked and grinning, stroking his fat dick. I told the boy if he really wanted a big load fast, I should lie down on the bed. We got ourselves re-situated and he started sucking again, this time paying more attention to my balls. The bear put his arm around me, played with my nipples and kissed me. I called the boy a pig and a filthy cocksucker, which he definitely was, and both of them got more into it. I finally shot my second big load of the day. He swallowed every drop and kept sucking. Then hugs, kisses and thank-you's all around. I walked back to my room without putting my pants back on and my dick still hanging out of my jock.

Sweet dreams.

Posted by HighStrungLoner on November 13, 2004 in Gay, Sex, Travel with tags , , ,

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Jeffrey

Well, it didn’t take long!

JeffLess than an hour after I checked in, I looked up from “Under the Banner of Heaven” to see this guy looking into my room, asking if he could come in. I wish this crappy camera-phone pic did him justice; he’s really sexy. After he made himself comfortable he said “I bet you think I'm a hustler.” I didn’t but he was, of course. After I told him that I wasn't going to pay him for sex, he said, “But I‘ll do anything for $20!’” Oh, what the hell? Who am I to deny a crackhead his fix? Besides, we all pay for sex somehow.

He undressed and we got down to it. Unfortunately he was a lousy kisser and, much as I wanted to fuck his beautiful furry hole, I just could’t get past my having only gotten two hours sleep. So I “settled” for a stellar blow job. It was great even though I had to remove my PA because it was “limiting his technique.” He did just what I loved and looked into my eyes while he sucked my dick. At one point he said “Tips are appreciated!” It was hilarious. Then he buried the head deep in his throat as I shot a week’s worth of cum inside him. What a fucking relief!! Just what I needed.

Nap time!

Posted by HighStrungLoner on November 12, 2004 in Gay, Sex, Travel with tags , ,

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Viva Habana!

Habana InnI just checked into the Habana Inn, Oklahoma City, OK. In case you haven’t been paying attention, the Habana is a gay “resort,” in other words, a sex club masquerading as a motel. I’m here to visit friends, maybe work and, mostly, plow some Great Plains ass.

I love the Habana. It’s everything the Parliament House in Orlando used to be and should still be; and what the Parliament Resort in Augusta GA still is. The staff, rude as they might sometimes be, actually encourage cruising the rooms after the on-site bars close. There is almost always a refreshing variety of men here looking for actual sex, not just a bunch of giggling queens gawking at the guests like they’re visiting a zoo. (Not that there are none of those.)

When I first left Philadelphia in 2000, escaping a stalking ex-lover, I stayed here for six weeks. Not only did I have a lot of sex but I was impressed with the masculinity of the men as well as the fact that this place even existed in such an unlikely place as OKC. I hope things haven’t changed much after four years of our recently re-elected “faith-based” administration.

I’ll be here until Monday, sitting in my shorts in my room window and cruising the internet using the Habana’s ancient and unreliable phone lines. (C’mon, guys! It’s 2004!! Let’s get some broadband going on in this place, fer Chrissake!)

Back soon!

Posted by HighStrungLoner on November 12, 2004 in Sex, Travel with tags , , , ,

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