August has had its fair share of lovely lads to celebrate.
Well done, Max. The 2020 Tokyo Olympics are underway even though everyone is still very concerned (quite rightly) about Covid. Max Whitlock did us proud by picking up a gold medal for his routine on the pommel horse.
Elsewhere in the Olympic Village Tom Daley and Noah Williams celebrated the very late arrival of the team's supply of condoms which makes you wonder how they've been managing so far. Tom also went on to demonstrate his knitting prowess though its unclear if he was working to a pattern that was influenced by the previous dearth of condoms. Well away from Olympic action, Jack Grielish raised pulses with this revealing bit of strip tease.
In the world of music, Jacob Collier celebrated a birthday and scrubbed up well with the aid of some all too obvious airbrushing and Olly Alexander allowed his inner tart to come to the fore.
Leo meanwhile is looking very contented working outdoors in gardens.
I've also been contacted by a couple of lads from yore. Nick worked at Connect when I was there. He was among those made redundant after I left. His life has had its ups and downs since then and I'm taking an educated guess that he's been struggling with addiction to some level of narcotic for some time. He's also made it very clear that he always has been fairly fluid with the direction of his passions and currently has a lad he is seeing who may or may not also be called Nick.
Part of the reason for Nick's greeting from the blue was that he had recently fallen down stairs and chipped a bone in his ankle. The circumstances of this are all very obscure and details keep changing from one conversation to another. Seems like a lot of synaptic connections are fried.
And then, out of the blue, I was followed on Twitter by a guy who was known as Chad when he was a teenage porn actor, was known as Brad when I met him as an escort and who I've since found out is Adam in his everyday life. Anyhow, he didn't respond when I messaged him so I blocked him. I think the last time we met was in a threesome with Finn at the end of 2016 and I'm sure that I really don't want to make further contact.
I've also been contacted by Kai who was a great chum golly nearly five years' ago now. I think the last time we met was to visit the sauna in Northwich one cold January day in 2017.
I hope we can meet up sometime soon. It would be good to catch up despite both of us being reticent about any sort of public appearance these days. And, after Paul, that now makes four lads getting back in contact with me this year.
In the world of Comic Book Heroes, Batman's Robin has decided that there is a bit of bi about him. These days Robin is incarnated by one Tim Drake and the Dick Grayson that I knew of old has long since graduated into an adult superhero and was pensioned off into other service some time back. Recently, Tim/Robin had to set off on a rescue mission when an old friend Bernard Dowd was kidnapped. During the rescue, Bernard told Robin that his friend Tim helped him come out and understand himself. Robin/Tim then had a realization.
Anyway, later on, Bernard asked Tim, now out of costume, on a date: Tim accepted. So, that's nice. You have to wonder why Bernard can't smell the same aftershave on both but that's fiction for you.
In the world of sport, the football season has also begun. This is always good for photographs of good looking scantily clad young men as well as goalmouth excitement.
However, what was going on at Carrow Road during Liverpool's first game of the new football season!! I accept that Norwich City's Todd Cantwell is a good looking lad with a big future ahead of him...
...but was it really necessary to try to rip the shorts off him (much as I can understand the temptation). And what's with the red undies while we can all see them.
Not just once mind but at least twice. Is there a new competition entitled Wedgie of the Week?
And, before the end of the month, I met up with Luke once more and a new lad, Jake. Jake is very good looking both in and out of his clothes and has an ass to die for.
He and Luke hit it off and so I let them get on with it and was both entertained and aroused by their coupling.
And Luke seemed particularly pleased to bottom for a very vigorous top.
Elsewhere, I've not been so lucky. About 4/5 years' ago, I met up with Joe at a place near Stoneycroft in Liverpool. I don't think it was the most exciting meeting I've ever had and we stayed downstairs when I really do prefer a bed.
I didn't pursue further meets until this autumn when I contacted Joe again on a whim.
We arranged a meet. I was expecting to see him in Liverpool but was given a postcode in Ellesmere Port. Everything went fine. He put the meet back by an hour but I drove out with every expectation of meeting up. I texted on arrival but got no answer. In fact, I never received an answer.
As far as I know, I've not done anything to upset him so mistaken identity might be the cause. But I'm otherwise at a loss. Anyhow, it saved me some money and gave me a reason to have a drive over to the Wirral.
I also tried to meet up with Daniel who having made the meeting arrangement then started asking for money for things I didn't want (like vids) and changing his mind about what he did or didn't want to do.
After the fourth or fifth occasion of him simply not listening to me saying that I didn't want another 10 second clip delivered to my WhatsApp, I told him very clearly that I was bailing because I wasn't happy with how the communication had broken down.
Five days later, I got a message complaining that I had stood him up. Go figure.