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Archive for November 28th, 2009

Going on vacation is fun and although crawling the coffee shops might not seem like fun to you, it works for me. It is an awful lot more cultured and more safe than gay bars. In any case I am not much of a drinker and coffee is my poison of choice. You would surprised at how many gay boys feel the same.

I think coffee shops are a lot safer than gay bars, I am not into rent boys, who use drugs and could be infected. Not that I have anything against them, I just err on the safe of caution, you can never be too safe you know.

Finding the perfect Gay Sex partner, may not happen if you are looking in the wrong places. This can be dangerous in more ways than one, so make sure you always stay safe.

I had been thinking about going to Maine on vacation for a few years, and boy am I happy I chose it this year. It is beautifully picturesque and I have to admit that I was looking for just as beautifully picturesque boy. Watching the autumn leaves fall and enjoying the local flavor, seemed like the ideal relaxing break. Who knew I would make it with the hottest guy in Maine?

The moment I sat down at the trendiest looking coffee ship in the little coastal village, I knew I had chosen right. Mr. Right in fact, the coffee shop owner, and he couldn’t be more perfect, his name was Dick (how apt). We hit it off from the get-go and arranged for him to collect me at my guest house that night, after he closed for business.

Dick was his name and it doesn’t get more appropriate than that. It actually sounds twee, it was such an appropriate name. He collected me at 10pm, skipped any niceties and suggested we go and “fuck” at his house. “perfect” I thought

Dick was gorgeous, his home was gorgeous and his coffee was fantastic. He also had a very tasty cock, and I could tell it respected me, because it was standing to attention, the moment we entered his home.

I thought “ooh, he likes it rough does he?” and he did, turning me around and squeezing my package to arouse me. His hands were everywhere, in, my crotch, at my throat, in my ass crack, he was like an insatiable octopus. Probing, prying and poking me in every crease he could find.

I don’t really want to go into every minute detail of the sexual encounters we enjoyed that week, but suffice it to say, I didn’t get to see many autumn leaves falling, and even though it was a relaxing time, I got a good deal of exercise.

Dick made really good coffee too, and from one coffee connoisseur to another, if you ever get out Maine, ask for “Dick” place. Enjoy some great hospitality in a really great state, it is beautiful in the fall.

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