MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM PORTUGAL TO ALL MY GBT FRIENDS !
A VEREY SPECIAL MEREY XMAS TO ALL MY FREINDS AND EVERY ONE ON GBT
TO MY FREINDS THAT HAVE LEFT I HOPE U SEE THIS
HORNEY RICKY MISS U LOL
AJOLE HOPE U COME TO NEWZEALAND LOVE TO CATCH UP
TO ALL FELLOW KIWIS BIG HUGS
A SPECIAL HUG TO DAVEY1965
WELL NICK AND TEAM THANKS WELL ITS WHISKEY TIME I TOST TOALL OF U AND SCOTTYS FOOD
ENJOY THE FESTIVE SEASON JUST REMEMBER IF U WANT SOME ONE TO CAT TOWE ARE HERE
HUGS AND LOVE TO U ALL ROSCOPost Comment
people who are not here in your life anymore, like family, friends, who are having a rough time, or having to spend time in hospital, you dont realise, how things difficult life can be, so sending my thoughts, love and hugs, hopefully might make you smile a little this christmas, love, ScottPost Comment
Hi everyone, I'm Martin still a little egg in the community but I already feel at home. It's amazing how welcoming people are here, I'm so grateful for everyone's affection.
Christmas for some people may mean nothing especially if you are not Christian however for others it may be a fuel capable of catalyzing processes of changes in our lives. It is a time when we are more willing to put confidence in people.
I would like to trust people a little more but how? They are not sincere with themselves. This can be a natural behavior when living in society, people need to act to survive, Marlon Brando said this in a certain interview. No one could survive for a second if he was not able to pretend, hide emotions, desires and thoughts because the other always has an expectation about what you feel, think, speak or act and we are always trying to satisfy those expectations to continue in the group, in society. But is this healthy?
I've been with a guy for 9 months, we have a very open relationship, I don't prevent him from having sex with anyone and him in the same way. I really like that naughty top. When I'm with him I feel that he really listens to me instead of waiting his turn to speak. However these days he surprised me. He doesn't usually have many prejudices but sex for him is still a taboo.
I showed a video of me on a bus in Munich that happened before I met him. There was a nice guy making eye contact with me on the bus, I was wet with a thousand scenes in my head, so I put my hard dick inside the pants next to him and he timidly responded by stroking. All this on public transport in Munich! My boyfriend said that this was not cool, that I was a pervert, an animal. That hurt me a lot. I'm a pervert yes, I don't hide my desires nor my intentions much less I choose when and by whom I will feel sexual desire. He is such an animal when we are between four walls, I thought he was going to enjoy it but he disapproved. The question remains why do we deny sex when we are not alone?
I know this is a pact, when we decide to live in society we give up something that we are. However, desire, attraction and sex are one of those things that we don't have 100% control. I will not feel guilty for being drawn and to satisfying the need of my body, this is something I will not give up, no matter what it costs.
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A kiss on the ass,
Thailand never fails to surprise. What seems the status quo is suddenly thrown out the window.
Last night, as has become the norm, I was having a drink outside JimJimmyJames Boy Bar with the SatinDoll (the most silky smooth skin) where he works as a doorman. I had had an inexpensive day thus I was planning to off him for a shorttime (off fee Bt400 - yikes). The night was very hot and humid and the smell of storms was in the air.
All of a sudden a familiar voice yelled, "Hi Duk". Out of the heat came the hottest, most handsome boy in Pattaya. The BoyGod looked wonderful and now he was sitting next to me clutching my thigh with a huge grin on his face. His hair was back to the wild, black mass with great swirls that framed he beautiful face and twinkling eyes. All of the 2 months of frustration of him of ignoring me, for what ever reason) melted away and I felt a familiar stirring. There was not one word spoken about that dark time.
Then I felt a soft hand massaged my other leg as a quiet reminder that someone special, someone loyal beyond a fault, someone who brought such joy to my life not just in bed but in much of my waking hours, was sitting next to me with a concerned look on his sweet face. There I was, the most handsome, sensual boy on one side and the most beautiful, loving boy on the other. As a butterfly. who likes to flit from flower to flower, this was a dream come true for me but as quickly as that thought entered my mind, it was trumped by the conviction that the SatinDoll had become more than a butterfly's desire and really there was no choice.
I am thrilled to been on good terms with the BoyGod and I hope we can have many fun times together but the page has turned on any thoughts of bedding him again in the near future. We all drank together, got caught up on what's been happening and then the BoyGod went inside to "dance". I paid The SatinDoll's off and the 2 of us walked down the soi with his hand holding mine with an extra, trusting strength.
The air was still humid but the threat of foul weather seemed to have passed.
Stay tuned for Chapter 13.
In Buddhist dharma about reincarnation, I am unsure if you can choose the form in which you will return after death. Nevertheless, after last night, I believe I have discovered something I would certainly enjoy being.
It was my 2nd night back in Pattaya and for the 2nd night the same boy was sharing my bed. I met him on my last trip but I have to say he’s become a lot more "experienced" in the past 3 months. Even if he’s simply acting, he has learned how to move his body in wonderfully erotic ways, how to moan and cry out seductively and how to gently embrace and come down after a mutual happy ending. Usually I find such a treasure just before I’m scheduled to return to farangland.
But back to reincarnation . As my body’s biological clock is getting accustomed to the time change, I woke up very early without hope of returning to sleep. I sat up and looked over at the half-smile face of innocence and fell in love again. It has always been a particular pleasure of mine to surreptitiously study a sleeping young man; marvel at the colour and sheen of his skin, its smoothness, its aroma, its flaws and blemishes that make him unique, the individual eye lashes, the way sculpted muscles twitch in his sleep, all the details of how his back transitions through an impossible slim waist to a subtle V leading to that inviting crevice which disappears beneath the black, Boss underwear.
But again I digress. I have decided I want to return as the bed-bolster on the bed of a young Thai guy. I am so envious of the way, while sleeping; he holds and caresses that pillow. The way he wraps his legs around it. The way his hips gently thrust causing his butt to rhythmically dimple. Simply bliss!
Unfortunately the bolster has no awareness of the joys it should be experiencing and that’s the pity. Therefore I should want to return as a fully aware pillow. Anyone have any ideas of how I can insure this? Maybe I should go the to wat and speak with a wise monk. Or, better yet, maybe I can ask the BoyWonder if tonight I can replace the inanimate pillow.
But for now it’s time to indulge another of my passions and gently awaken the handsome sleeper with a few well-placed lip caresses to those places previously studied untouched.
The violent attack on KennyTeenBoy is very unfortunate and deplorable.The attack left Kenny in a coma.Those who have done this brutal attack should be hunted down and given the maximum punishment.According to the account given by Kenny’s friend, the attackers were two Moroccan boys.There was a threat to Kenny’s life because some time ago he had published an anonymous letter on his blog which warned him of harm.The present attack makes us to believe that the letter was not a prank.The attack could have prompted by homophobia.The pseudo moralists are thirsty for the blood of homosexuals who face persecution in many countries.
Kenny is a good and loving person.His work in GBT shows his love and affection for others.Look at the buttons on his wall which have the names of those who post on his wall.It’s Kenny’s novel idea and he had created them to show his love for his GBT friends.He had redesigned his profile page several times to make it very beautiful so that it would bring visual joy to others.He is a happy person who wants others to be also happy.But such a person with a good heart is in a coma because the heartless people have rewarded him for his goodness.
Kenny’s condition has made me very sad.Because he is my best friend who showed a lot of love and affection to me.He had included my name on the buttons on his wall and in the list of his special friends.And he had posted videos of Jamie Sanders on my wall knowing that Jamie is my favorite model.I curse those criminals who put my dear friend in such a condition.
It’s very sad that in this Christmas which is the festival of joy, goodness, and peace our dear Kenny will not be able to celebrate the festival with us in GBT.We will miss him very much.This Christmas is a colorless one for me because my dear friend is in the hospital.I pray daily for Kenny’s speedy and full recovery.The prayers of all GBT members are with him.Kenny, my dear friend, I love you very much.A lot of kisses.Post Comment
On November 19th the U.S. Coast Guard captured a sea turtle in the Pacific entangled in ropes connecting multiple bundles of cocaine estimated to be worth 53 million dollars. According to the Coast Guard, the turtle was interviewed and found not to be a "bad Hombre" so it was subsequently released to continue on it's way.Post Comment
Any kinky/perv guys wanna chat? Let's have some fun, maybe trade on kik? ;)Post Comment
Which neither nearby friends nor the blast of karaoke could divert.
Their stunning youth was illustrated in their handsome faces, trim bodies,
Skin that shone with highlights and a sparkle of eye created by the joy of togetherness.
They joked and laughed and sang and swayed as one to the music.
They were friends but more - so much more.
They sat so close as if separation was taboo.
Even in wild musical gesticulation, hand and faces and bodies
Instinctually sought intimacy with the others.
Fingers intertwined, the leg of one hung over the leg of the other,
A whisper in the ear meant a cheek to cheek caress and, constantly,
Hands explored the hot bodies of his friends.
This was not sexual.
None of these intimacies were planned or deliberate.
There was no thought to the actions.
There was no response expected from the other.
These were natural movements of obvious endearment.
This was close friendship as I have never witnessed in Western culture.
As the party ended, I wanted to weep for my long-passed youth unfulfilled.
Weep for a time when feelings between a bed buddy and myself were never expressed.
When such intimacy was secret, feared and ignored.
But that was long ago and this was now.
Tomorrow, those three gods of the openness of love and close friendship
Will still greet me warmly within the walls of Sunee.
And I will, again, be revitalized and renewed. Post Comment
You will fall in love with someone who annoys you, whose orgasm face looks and feels pathetic. Despite all of this, there’s something keeping you drawn to them, something that makes you want to protect them from the harsh world. What you fail to realize, however, is that you are the harsh world. You aren’t their noble protector — you are someone to be protected from but it takes a lot of dates, a lot of nights where you question whether or not you are actually a good person, for this to ever resonate with you. When it’s over and whatever love is left is put back in the fridge like a sad plate of leftovers, you will finally understand that you have the power to hurt someone. You can either hurt them or love them and it’s up to you to decide what kind of role you would like to take on in future relationships. What feels more comfortable — being the one who loves more or being the one who’s loved less?
You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win. And when we lose, when we realize we couldn’t get what we ultimately desired from a person, it makes us feel like a failure and erases all the memories of those who loved us in the past. It’s a permanent smudge on your love resume.
You will fall in love with someone for one night and one night only. They’ll come to you when you need them and be gone in the morning when you don’t. At first, this will make you feel empty and you’ll try to convince yourself that you could’ve loved this person for longer than a night, but you can’t. Some people are just meant to make cameo appearances, some are destined to be a pithy footnote. That’s okay though. Not every person we love has to stick around. Sometimes it’s better to leave while you’re still ahead. Sometimes it’s better to leave before you get unloved.
You will fall in love with the old couple down the street because to you they represent the impossible: a stable, long-lasting love. You’re trying to get someone to like you for more than ten minutes. A monogamous “never get sick of ya” love seems unfathomable. “What’s your secret, sir? Do you just say yes a lot?”
You will fall in love with smells, the good and the bad kind. You will want to wear your lovers shirt because it makes you feel close to them and you’re okay with being that PYSCHO who is legitimately sniffing their shirt in public. You will fall in love with sweat, certain perfumes, the smell of the season in which you fell in love. This particular love smells like fall. It smells like Halloween and a roaring fire and leaves and fog and mist and candy and food and family and whiskey and sex and the lint that collects on sweaters. When it ends, if it ends, you will never experience another fall without thinking of him, her, it. The memories will stick to the ground like a mound of leaves and will only dissipate when the weather drops.
You will fall in love with your friends. Deep, passionate love. You will create a second family with them, a kind of tribe that makes you feel less vulnerable. Sometimes our families can’t love us all the time. Sometimes we’re born into families who don’t know how to love us properly. They do as much as they can but the rest is up to our friends. They can love you all the time, without judgement. At least the good ones can.
This is where I’m supposed to tell you that you will fall in love with The One, a person who isn’t too cold or too nice. Their “O” face is perfectly fine and they’re not afraid to show how much they love you. This person is supposed to wait for us at the end of the twentysomething road as some kind of reward for all the heartache and loneliness. We deserve them. We’ve earned this kind of love.
So fine. You’re going to fall in love with The One. You’re going to fall in love with someone who will make sense beyond college or a job or a particular season. They’ll make sense forever and won’t ever want to leave you behind. I’m telling you this not because it’s true but because it NEEDS to be true. Everyone is entitled to this kind of love, so why not? Have it. It’s yours. Blow out the candles on your 30th birthday, holding their hand, and let out an exhale that’s been waiting for ten years. Do it. Now.Post Comment
Well. Its Wednesday 18 October.. The day to say for the last time to my favorite uncle.
Its for me very hard to say: goodbye uncle and thanks for the wonderful time that we spent.
I cried a lot and I was also comforted by my aunt. I always find it hard to say goodbye to someone.
My uncle is now in a better place. Heaven. I have also written a poem and read it in the church.
Was and is my lovely best uncle what I ever had..
Thanks and goodbye
I was responding to another blog post.. and went to put this guy on. But the question was regarding gay porn stars, and this handsome young man is not. So I started my own.. He's with chicks.. which much of the time I'm fine with cause when he's with the cute girls.. I find both hot as hell. Though he still draws 90% of my attention. But he's so hot.. and his cumshots are so awesome that I will even watch him with the older ladies sometimes. The lovely Jordi El Nino PollaPost Comment