Completely out of the blue, I received a WhatsApp containing a video of Leo showing off his bum.
I thanked him for the treat as it is always good to look up an old friend and wondered if he had actually meant to send it to me. When I received no answer, I took it as a yes and told him that I thought he had a lovely ass and that its cheerful wink had brought gladness into a senior gentleman's heart. It had also reminded me that we've not actually met up in a long while. I was also prompted into considering a visit to London sometime even though there are a lot of considerations not least of which is my attachment to my safety zone.
A little later, Leo responded to my original message: he had been testing some reactions. The clip had been sent to four people.
- An older gent - me
- A pervert
- An old fuck buddy and
- A hard to categorise Croatian nerd
Which does rather sound like the beginning to a complicated joke.
The results of the experiment were that:-
- I was charming and humorous - as expected
- The pervert was stimulated but his response rather below the expected intensity
- The fuck buddy, who should have known he might receive something like that out of the blue, sent Leo a jerk off video in response
- The Croatian historical researcher's response had not yet arrived but was anticipated with some dread
Fascinating.
We also agreed that it was about time we hopped on a bed together sometime. Leo suggested that I might hire a boy of negotiable chastity for us to jointly pleasure. This sounded like a very good idea, in fact exactly the idea that I had been going to propose, to the extent of having some candidates in mind.
Leo was not impressed by Grant saying "If the Romans had had access to mid-20th Century plastics modelling manufacturing, Grant would be like their Centurion Action Man. Not a fan." I took that as a No.
Leo thought Francisco was stunning and not pricey for incalls. I took that as a Yes.
As for Will, Leo couldn't tell and wanted to see his face more clearly. I took that as a Maybe.
So, possibly a threeway with Francisco. We'll have to see. There's a big twitter thing at the moment about the Channel 4 programme My First Threesome. A long time ago, when I was going out with Richard, he asked me if I would like to have a threesome and, if so, which of our friends would I choose. It caused a major row. Apparently, I wasn't supposed to name two.
I also spotted that the RSC is performing Comedy of Errors at the BarbieQueen in November which would make for an interesting peg on which to hang a visit. Possibly, if Leo hasn't got any plans, I can convince him to sit next to me.
Early in the month, I met up with Danny after a long break and we had some good sex together. His sweet and tender rump has an aphrodisiac quality for me: we conjoined and I banged him. Lovely.
We also talked a lot about ourselves to each other. I explained that I was good but down at present - even though that does sound completely messed up. I've had an uneasy time week with Ross and we are both miscommunicating with each other. Danny encouraged me to make things as simple as possible so I bought Ross a bunch of flowers which seemed to go down well.
A few days ago, I had a shagathon with Jake and Luke. Jake has been keen to show off his new harness and new sling. I have been keen to take advantage of them. I seemed only fair to give Luke a go as well.
Anyhow, fresh from porking Danny, I got to pork both of them as well, which was an unexpected delight - Jake for the first time (and he does have a splendid ass to move around in) and Luke for the first time this year certainly (and he has a ripe and accommodating rear as well).
We spent a bit of time bouncing around on the bed. Luke fucked Jake. I fucked Jake. Jake fucked Luke. Jake came inside Luke quite unexpectedly - he was a bit embarrassed but Luke and I just shrugged: these things happen.
We had some downtime and then we moved into the play room and Jake and I took turns fucking Luke in the sling. It's a long time since I've tagged anyone like that.
Great afternoon. Lovely sex with lovely lads on a lovely day. All I can say it that it feels so good to loosen up and just let go. I know that there's a commercial element and that neither Luke nor Jake would choose to spend time with me specifically if they had the choice from a crowded room. However, we all play a game and enjoy ourselves in the way that best suits us within the moment.
DC Comics has confirmed that, in the forthcoming Superman: Son of Kal-El No5, Jon Kent, Earth's new Superman and the son of Clark Kent and Lois Lane, will share a kiss with his best friend and investigative reporter, Jay Nakamura.
It's odd to think that Marvel and DC comic books can get certain sections of society frothing at the mouth. Firstly Tim Drake (the latest incarnation of Batman's Robin) and now Jon Kent have found themselves to be romantically drawn towards same-sex partners. However, pushing boundaries is nothing new for these brands of fictional characters. Many citizens have not yet caught up with Superman's 1950s anti-racist stance.
And not only comic book heroes but real people are also taking a stance over issues of equality. It's nice to see that Tom Daley will be using his status as an Olympic champion and gay superstar to try to make a difference.
This is the sort of photo that makes hot-headed young gayboys want to become an England Football Physiotherapist immediately and without any training simply to get their hands on Phil Foden's tight little bod. Even Jack Grealish seems to be mightily interested in proceedings.
I'd also like to know why Phil Foden is allowed to continue wearing his money belt whilst on the football field - surely it's a mighty encumbrance he's got there.
I just know that everyone has been waiting for a first glimpse of Timothée Chalamet's Willy Wonka. But I don't care, I don't care, say about me what you like but I just so would with Tom Holland - and in any way he cares to choose.
And then came a bit of a shock announcement that explained a few things concerning unexplained absences. Footballer David Brooks, who I have long fancied from afar, has been diagnosed with Stage 2 Hodgkin's Lymphoma. Lauren explained to me that he had had Glandular Fever whilst signed up with Sheffield United. Apparently, the two often go hand-in-hand.
The lovely thing about social media has been the response from the wider community. So many people who have been through a similar diagnosis have taken the trouble to share their experiences, recovery and the high level of achievement that remained open to them. It's heart-warming to know that humans can behave selflessly when all I hear about in the media seems to be a litany of self-centred responses and conduct.