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thirteenrocksSomewhere, someone must of written a book outlining the scientific details of the mateing and courting rituals, no matter how sacred, of the gay community. Move over Jane Austin, this is more complex than anything victorian.
Although I had noticed Mr. Mexican Walmart-bag snorer earlier in the day, they kept to themselves. IT wasn't until later in the evening that it dawned on me they were the same worldly known species as my self-the raging homosexual. Maybe it was the movie "Trick" they were watching that gave it away. Maybe my gay dar was going beep beep beep--yes that's it, definately the later.
After getting back from Insomniac land with the other night birds of prey, I got into bed, and Mr. MWB, got up from the bunk, walked to the door, and came back, and brushed against me. Very seductively with his hand on my armpit. Nothing more, nothing less. He went back to the top bunk only to return for yet another bathroom break.
The room I slept in, houses 4 bunk beds, of a total of 8. On the first floor of the beds: Myself, Irish hairy chest man, and Isreal artistic chick, followed by another Irish bloke. Top pier: Asian sleeply bloke followed by mysterious other have of Mr. MWB, and then MWB himself. Mr. MWB has a perfect view into my bunk.
He came down, and came closer: "Your hot" wanted to tell you that. We can do anything, as he brushed against Ernie and the boys, which was recpricoted. He mentioned that he had noticed me all day, yet we couldn't do anything. Although the erections showed anyway. His boyfriend was the other bloke in the top tier, which he kindly informed me, none-the-less. Our shallow kisses beconded otherwise.
What followed was a peep show, of mass proportion of exhibition viewed from the beds and resulted into sleep and slumber, although I highly doubt I got either or.
He winked at me comming from the shower. A smile. And I noticed, quite to my anger and frustration, he has quite the hairy chest. Something I long for. Maybe we could get married and I'll braid my name within those walls....
Another case for the Judd File....
Although I had noticed Mr. Mexican Walmart-bag snorer earlier in the day, they kept to themselves. IT wasn't until later in the evening that it dawned on me they were the same worldly known species as my self-the raging homosexual. Maybe it was the movie "Trick" they were watching that gave it away. Maybe my gay dar was going beep beep beep--yes that's it, definately the later.
After getting back from Insomniac land with the other night birds of prey, I got into bed, and Mr. MWB, got up from the bunk, walked to the door, and came back, and brushed against me. Very seductively with his hand on my armpit. Nothing more, nothing less. He went back to the top bunk only to return for yet another bathroom break.
The room I slept in, houses 4 bunk beds, of a total of 8. On the first floor of the beds: Myself, Irish hairy chest man, and Isreal artistic chick, followed by another Irish bloke. Top pier: Asian sleeply bloke followed by mysterious other have of Mr. MWB, and then MWB himself. Mr. MWB has a perfect view into my bunk.
He came down, and came closer: "Your hot" wanted to tell you that. We can do anything, as he brushed against Ernie and the boys, which was recpricoted. He mentioned that he had noticed me all day, yet we couldn't do anything. Although the erections showed anyway. His boyfriend was the other bloke in the top tier, which he kindly informed me, none-the-less. Our shallow kisses beconded otherwise.
What followed was a peep show, of mass proportion of exhibition viewed from the beds and resulted into sleep and slumber, although I highly doubt I got either or.
He winked at me comming from the shower. A smile. And I noticed, quite to my anger and frustration, he has quite the hairy chest. Something I long for. Maybe we could get married and I'll braid my name within those walls....
Another case for the Judd File....
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Date: 20 Mar 2006 23:44 (UTC)Were you staying at a hostel?
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Date: 23 Mar 2006 04:27 (UTC)Yes. I stayed at a hostel for 3 nights in san fran.
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Date: 23 Mar 2006 08:05 (UTC)There's a beautiful hostel a little south of San Francisco on Rt 1. Pidgeon point lighthouse, i haven't stayed there but it looks cool.Found it on a ride one day.
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Date: 21 Mar 2006 07:34 (UTC)As sands through the hour glass. As they say. :p
I want ALL the details of this trip when you get back.
Hugs, Jon
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Date: 23 Mar 2006 07:07 (UTC)It would be my pleasure to do some transferring for you.
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