Sunday, January 31, 2010


MAL Weekend 2010 in NY

7Pm The Hanger:
Affectionately referred to as the Banger in my circle. 2-4-1 till 9 and as you bang them back the more likely you'll be bangn' some else's back later. i only ended up there because I had some time to kill before I met my "florist" and went home to await a hot boy I've been grooming for a minute. At least that was the plan until I went off course. Way off course. My plan went off course when I did some thing I never do. Talk to guys in bars. From my experience never ends well. I had some time to kill and this guy was attractive, charismatic and seemingly harmless.
Phone rings, it's the florist. I give him my card on my way out.
No sooner than I do what I came to do, I get a text.
"meet me on 7th & Christopher I'm leaving the Hanger"
I get there can call him back.
"Where are you?"
"I'm in front of the waffle truck."
"OK that's across the St., stay there."
I get there don't see him
I call back.
No answer.
I'm starting to get irritated and this is not in the plan. I should be heading to HQ.
FUCK this I'm out.
He grabs my shoulder from behind.
"Sorry I went into the store"
"What the fu..."
"... to get you these."
Flowers. Sweet. i fucking hate flowers. Well as a gift from a guy. That's so hetero & I aint no chick!
"So you coming back to my place?"
I think about the boy.... I rationalize. I was supposed to punish him for a no show no call.

12:45Am The Crack Head:
3 things I don't like to hear from a guy
3. " i have a flat mate"
2. " I have a dog"
1. " I like to smoke crack"
None of these things came up until we arrived at his place. All of witch he hit me with between the first floor of his building, his door and his bedroom. Go figure! Needless to say that was a scene from which I had to make a hasty exit. Still, now I'd lost time and gone well off course. And now I'm gonna have to deal with my beautiful boys bruised emotions. Ain't karma a bitch!

1:10Am FUCK!
I'm in Harlem this is an outdoor station and it's fucking 10 degrees out!
Train's in the station. This is the last stop.
Doors open... Now we just have to wait to head back down town.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck the MTA

2:45Am The Eagle:
It's MAL weekend, and likely the major players are out of town at least the ones I know. I fuck up and don't make plans which lands me at an bewildered Eagle. I have a look around and find a post by the pool table opposite the toilets.
I'm starting to get heavily cruised by a few guys.
My mind wanders to other shit.
I'm not in the mood
I move to the back end
The music is good and I try to loose myself in it but it's difficult watching the two blk queens obviously turistas, getting down. Still they can dance and are somewhat entertaining despite their contrast to the scene.
This fucking troll is invading my space, it aint like the place is crowded.
I'm not in the mood
He moves closer. I ignore him and continue to watch the only 2 people in the joint enjoying themselves.
He moves in closer still, so that his thigh is touching my knee.
I'm not in the mood.
Here's the thing about trolls, if you ignore them they don't just go away. I make an exit these queens are killing the scene for me anyway. I head back to the pool table and park in the empty corner. Just as a scene gets started.
Overzealous staff, "break it up boys"
Im not in the mood
I head to the roof where I get some cock to snack on for a second before it gets broken up
The bath room same thing. I find myself back in the corner getting blown by that same fucker who was invading my space. Turns out he's got a nice cock too.
I put it in my mouth.
"Break it up boys"
I"m not in the mood.
It's late let me take this somewhere I can get comfortable.

3:45Am Paddles:
Even more morosely sparse than the Eagle. i park my shit and make my way into the maze. I find a narrow hall and loose my self in the group or guys. I'm not exactly feelin' it but the scene is hot and my leather gloves feel great on my cock.
Idiot grabs for my cock
I'm not in the mood
I continue to stroke my cock and pushing his away
I"m not in the mood
He continues grabbing for my cock attempting to wrestle it from my hand.
"Dude I'm not interested"

Idiot grabs for my cock
I'm not in the mood
I continue to stroke my cock I take his hand and push back to him holding it there.
I"m not in the mood
He continues grabbing for my cock attempting to wrestle it from my hand.
I move to the back section

Same Idiot grabs for my cock
I'm not in the mood
I grab his hand and twist it back holding it there.
I"m not in the mood
Still, he continues grabbing for my cock attempting to wrestle it from my hand.
I'm so not in the freakn' mood
I threaten bodily harm
"... Touch me again and next time I'll break it!"
He actually proceeds to curse me out
The crowd begins to disperse.
I take the advice of voices in the crow and walk away.
I move to another section and begin to work my cock. Enjoying a hot scene stroking my cock and havin' a snog.
Same Idiot grabs for my cock
I'm not in the mood
I grab his hand and twist it back holding it there.
I"m not in the mood
Still, he continues grabbing for my cock attempting to wrestle it from my hand.
God damit I'm not in the fuck-king mood 4 this shit!
I pull away from the guy I'm making out with.
He reaches for my cock again/
I reach for his throat
The crowd begins to disperse.
I take the advice of voices in the crow and walk away.
I need a spliff but, i'll settle for a cigarette.

5am Pick Pocket Madness
I venture round the back then head upstairs

Silhouettes of groups of guys getting it on in the shadows work tirelessly upon one another without notice. i walk into the darkness. My eyes begin to adjust and specters begin to solidify. A black guy, not really my type sits on a bench in front of me reaching into the entangled bodies. I walk around the bench. A member withdraws revealing the fronts of the two guys in front of me. I move in and fall to my knees. It appears the greedy fucker in front of me was munchn on 3 cocks! Dude who pulled out and these two fine studs. Don't know if they were a couple He had a nice cock on him too! I swallowed his cock before I rose to assist with the two studs. Don't know if they were a couple but they were obviously together at least for the night. Both of them were just my type ,HOT! Hot bodies and cocks! One just under 9' uncut and thick, the other about 7 also thick with a huge head. I start with the cock closest to me. I'm gorging on these gorgeous cocks of these gorgeous men when I notice a hand reaching around. I track the movement with one eye. I move to another cock to get a better view of what's happening. Then hand seems to be going no where of particular interest in regard to sex. The hand moves down the leg guy next to me, through his legs, over his jeans. Front left pocket, front right, between the legs back pocket.
"you gotta be fucking kidding me"
I back up. The hand moves to then next set of jeans. I check my pockets standing up. Nothing to loose or even get to easily i learned my lesson in London. Fucking Asshole! I make my way out of the cluster and head to the stairwell. Halfway down was a security staff.
"There's an asshole picking pockets upstairs."
I walk the guy right up to him.
He escorts him out.
Minutes later, two more security guards arrive and fish another black dude out.
Isn't looking like a good night for the Brotha's this evening. Fucking assholes! Fucking it up for everybody. Gr8 now I get to get the fucking awkward eye.
7:30Am The booths
I should have gone home.
Is this what my nights been reduced to?
I'm just about ready to walk out when I meet this kid.
Hawaiian, lives in Qns. offers me a ride home, maybe more. We just need to go back into the booths to find his buddy."
"wait right here"
This fat unattractive slob enters. He reminds me of a serial killer complete with 1970's glasses and comb over. He stops in front of me. i can see his cock pressing against his pants. I reach over and grab his cock. His elation is written all over his face. Nice cock on him. I move to a booth, take my dick out and start stroking. He shows at the door. I know he fucking needs it more than I want it.
The sun is up, I'm tired, I wanna get off. I need to get some sleep before this casting today. I don't know where this Hawaiian kid is or if he's coming back.
Fuck it!
I pull the fat fucker into the booth.
" I wanna be your slave.", he whimpers.
You have no fucking idea. I think.
"get on knees and shut the fuck up", I bark.
" i'll do any thing you.... mmmmff"
I shove my cock in his mouth.
His greedy throat accepts the gift with fervor . Although my sore cock and his halitosis prevented me from enjoying it much, he sucked my cock just how it should be. I let the flood gates open he drains every drop and asks if i want tim to swallow. I tell him he doesn't deserve it.
"Spit it out, if you want it you can lick it off the (booth) floor"
Another thing about trolls, they suck a mean cock!
The Hawaiian is gone! Damn I could have let that fucker suck on my cock a while longer.
I feel dirty and not the good kind of dirty.

8:30Am Starbucks
i sit down and take in the morning sun as I begin to write this I'm killing time for the Pharmacy to open. I have a prescription I have to fill.
Stick to the fucking plan!
All that work and all I got was a pissed off boy a rash and a possible emergency date with penicillin & a long needle. I think I'll stay in quarantine the rest of the weekend.
My Phone rings...
My blog program closes and deletes this entire text.
It's the crackhead.
I'm so no in the fucking mood.

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