Coffee shoppe boy:

It was Monday the 3rd. Entering from the square I saw him. He was about my height with a full head of dark wavy hair and pouting dark brown eyes. I asked for some Keemun tea for my housemate and he poured a more than amble amount into the brown bag and folded it most meticulously down the bag leaving a full pouch. I bought some chocolates on impulse. As I was to exit he asked for my cell number I gave him a card with my art and info on it.

I had thought that was that but he phoned and chatted me up. Kyle is his name. His laugh was contagious and his personality was warm and inviting. He asked me to meet him on Sunday so I met him for a cup of tea at Starbucks on Liberty Ave before I go to PFLAGG. We met up and chatted, speaking of passions, people, places and pleasures. He’s off Wednesday and has firmed up that he’ll stop by for some coffee or tea and a visit; say 2:00 in the afternoon.

After talking with a housemate I called him back and invited him to a high tea at my place.

Wednesday, the 12th, he arrived a few minutes late but was not overly concerned as we had the place to ourselves. He greeted me with a gentile peck on the lips as I was heating the teapots for our high tea. I was serving English muffins, both jam and marmalade, as well as, mixed vegetable salad and curried chicken salad with golden raisins, celery, scallions and some Gluten free home made scones and home made GF brown sugar short bread. The tea was a fusion that he brought with black fruit extractions. It filled the room with a warmth as the boiling water hit the already steamy pot. I sliced some avocado placing it on a serving plate with Greek olives, cheese and cherry tomatoes. I handed him the plate. He placed a cherry tomato between his front teeth and sucked it into his mouth playfully. We ate and made small talk of our few days activities. He spread some curried chicken salad on and toasted English muffin and took a bite. The aromatic spices of curry, cardamom and cinnamon lingered on the corner of his mouth. I pointed to it by placing a finger on my mouth and he took his right index finger and wiped it, smeared it on my lips then kissed me full and deep on the mouth. We continued to eat as if in the movie “Tom Jones”. When finished I got up and made a fruit plate doing a second infusion of the tealeaves in the cooling with teapot.

I asked him to grab our cups and join me as I walked up to my third floor bedroom. I undressed him stopping to feed him with my fingers slices of banana, apple and pear. Then he undressed me, I said lie down on the bed and I took some vanilla body lotion in my hands to warm and massage his shoulders and back, then arms and hands. I sipped some tea then massaged his feet, calves and thighs. Then I squired some lotion on the lovely rounded muscles of his ass. I massaged deeply. He raised to arrange his hardening cock into a comfortable position. Then I said turn over and he did. His ample cock reached pass his belly button and dark furry pubis – patch. I massaged his chest the front legs and feet. Then licked my lips before kissing him again.

I took his manly hot cock deep into my mouth resting my chin on his large balls and that was some task in its self. It all but seared my mouth and throat. His manly scent filled my nostrils his aroma. He purred like a cat being served warm milk. After some time giving head I pulled off and suckeled his nuts one at a time then ran my tongue down his perineum. I licked and kissed the tender spot for some time then raised one leg then the other over my shoulder as I started to rim his asshole. It had a full amount of dark brown hair and his pucker was rosy pink in colour. As my tongue touched his bunghole he let out a deep guttural sigh. I ate hungrily. With my right hand I took his cock and stroked while I continued to pleasure him. After a short while he begged me to fuck him. Is pulled up beside him. He grabbed my rigid cock and fumbled putting the condom on it. He then handed me the lube and raised his ass to the ready. I put the lubricant on my middle finger and slowly entered his wanting rectum. He arched his neck against the pillow and his eyes rolled white with pleasure. I lifted his legs over my folded thighs and placed a pillow over my knees as not to have their boniness give him any pain.
I placed my hands under his hips and gided him down on my achingly hard cock.

Slowly, I went into him love canal until my cock was buried in his ass. I lifted him up and down with my hands while my hips lifted to end each stroke deeply inside him. He said I’ve never been fucked this way before in panting breaths then said this’s the best. I stroked his cock and fucked deeper and deeper. Soon he was spuring forth a large load of cum on his chest and belly. I pulled out and stroked my cock and came too, allover his crotch.

I went back to feeding us the fruit and sipping the cooled tea. Interrupting bites and sips with kisses. It was almost 3:45, so I suggested getting dressed and going down stairs. As my housemates would be home shortly. He said he’d better go. So we kissed at the door and he left from the side. Just as I reached the kitchen door one of my housemates had opened the back door to enter. I made small talk as I tidied up the kitchen. When finished I went to my room and found his burgundy bikini briefs on the floor. I picked them up and fingered them then placed them under my pillow to encourage happy dreams of Kyle. As I got ready to leave to go to the faery circle I stopped to finish this entry for my blog.

He phoned me while I was shopping at Whole Foods and told me of the “wonderful time” he had had.

I called Kyle last night, the 17th – St Patrick’s Day and asked if he’d like to meet up at Star Bucks for the cup of tea. So we have plans to meet up Wednesday at 11:00 am. I can hardly wait.


A Fortuitous Day!
Don’t think me churlish but anecdotally this story is true.
My morning 1/02/008 started as usual for a day with appointments. Made the daily pot of green tea. Walked the dog. Ate two poached eggs. Got on the 16B bus and headed for town. Stopped at Starbucks for a second cup o’ green tea. And as I arrived for my appointment I got a call on my cell that that Laure had canceled appointment and the office girl was her nembulous true to fashion about the state of Laure’s health. I had said have her call me to set up another visit. So not as to make the day a complete debacle. I made a couple of calls finished my tea and got on the 81B then stopped to do some banquing for Barbara. Refreshed my tea at another Starbucks then headed for Whole Foods. There received a hearty welcome as from a blond male employee who called me tartanguy who asked why he hadn’t been included in my blog, yet? My rejoinder was Carpe Dium! He was on break and asked my to join him. We traveled to the back of the store where I received a garrulous wet kiss in privacy. His inscrutable verbiage I gathered that time would be short. He took my cock in hand and I his as we quintessentially made way to the task at “hand”. His pants fell to the floor so I turned him about and rimmed him. His ass was ravenous at my administrations then upon request to fuck him I donned latex. I impaled him slowly as he cooed. His love canal was warm – the dark wet recess of joy was my pleasure. My mind whirled at the ecstasy of the moment. Soon I bent him in half – his face against his knees as I fucked deeper and with harder thrusts. As if the quintessential of joy could decimate me, I fucked on. I pulled him back up and planted a kiss over his right shoulder. We hung on the precipice of climax as he shot his wad then I mine. Gobs of white-hot seed spew forth. He faltered as if to fall I caught him in my embrace as we stood spent and relieved. The veracity of the moment screamed to our muffled sighs. Then in flattering praise of each other we separated with another wet sloppy deep kiss standing there among papers and boxes. After our surreptitious deed he brought me small tasty bits of sushi as I waited for Chris and our lunch date.
Chris arrived just before 12:30 p.m. and we meandered through the store to select our entrees for lunch. I had more sushi and he collected several tasty looking thing from the hot bar. I gave him his Yule present a CD case and he loaned me more Babylon 5 VHS tapes to watch at home. We chatted about such things as my dungeon and Dragons character and how I had up dated it by spending gold pieces on magical items and changes to my skills. A female employee took photos with my camera to keep for posterity. After finishing our meal we exited to smoke. He Durham and I cloves as we made way down the street. We talked about having another lunch date as he might be getting a new job out of this area. He showed me where to catch a 500 bus and I left him on the street as I entered Borders bookstore. I shopped a bit got a pilot pen, an artificial Yule tree for next year that had been marked down, a couple of Xanth paper backs and the Dolphins of Pern to read then headed for my next appointment. I arrived in time to leave a message about billing suggestions and read some of a Xanth novel.
After my appointment I went to the bus stop and waited for the 500. When it arrived I loaded myself with other riders. I chatted up a male passenger. Got off at 6th and Liberty in time to take the 16B home.


Friday the 4th I had another appointment. So I took my medication and languished in bed for another 45 minutes then got up. Walked the dog as my tea was steeping. Sipped eagerly the Oriental infusion of black berries and the green tea. Got on the 16B bus and headed once more for town. Lit a clove as I crossed to the next bus stop. Arrived early at the dentist, Dr. Jani. After seeing the dentist I got on the bus and made way to town and then to another bus stop on Liberty to go to Ross Park Mall. At the stop I met a wonderful young Asian lady. We chatted there and then later on the crowded bus as I made way to a set when available. I also talked with a man from Italy who was there to learn English. I walked her in the mall then went to Pagoda to purchase new steel jewelry for my piercing, my nose and Prince Albert. Ate some food from the Taj Mahal, curried chicken, veggies in a creamy sauce and some rice with other vegetables. After eating I put on the nasal jewelry then went to the men’s room to put in a new steel piece in my P. A. I read some of my Xanth novel: “Cube Route,” then walked the mall. I went into a doll store, Kaleidoscope and chatted with an employee about making doll clothes to be put in there on consignment. To do so I need to buy a doll for about $50 or less after they go on sale in a week or two. Bought some other Yule trinkets at another store then went to the candy store to purchase some Jelly Bellies but they were out of Buttered Popcorn flavor. So I didn’t buy any. Exited the mall and headed for the bus stop. There was a young lady on her cell phone as I smoke a pipe of molonga. I read more of my newly purchased paperback. As I left the bus a woman who sat next to me left a plastic bag with her purchases including some men’s gloves and $40. The bus arrived a gathering entered and on the road again. I got off at Giant Eagles where I got some money orders and then walked to the Post Office where I purchased some stamps and mail the money orders. I crossed the south commons to the bus stop and headed home after a short respite. I got on the 17B, read some more and soon was home. Chatted with Gary after bringing in the mail and composed this entry.


Saturday, the 5th of January, the day was a morning of chores. I took down the Yule wreaths, put food in the bird feeder, swept and mopped the kitchen, walked the dog, made a pot of green tea, showered and shaved, did a load of laundry and cleaned the porcelain and mopped the floor in the bathroom on the 2nd floor. Watched a Jerry O’Connell movie, “Kangaroo Jack” on Hallmark channel. The movie was sexy and the fantasy parts and the camel farts were wonderfully funny. Had a bite to eat then folded a load of clothes from the dryer from yesterday’s laundry and waited for Gary to get up.
Dudley, the dog, barked in the basement at the intruding mice that we are battling as I worked on entries for my blog.
I helped Gary tidy his room, finished the laundry and had a bit to eat. Gary says that he wants to go to P-Town tonight to see the dancers and get a drink or three. By text message I invited Chris who texted that his cold was lingering, Will who texted that he was going to the Steelers game and Jim who texted that he also wasn’t feeling too well. I dress for tonight in black slacks, black T-shirt, and black and white Guatemalan hooded pull over. I, so, hope I get lucky tonight.
Gary plans to make baked beans and sausages for supper.
Yesterday was the anniversary of Gary and Barbara’s mother’s death. So Barbara is depressed tonight and waxing nostalgia just seemed to make it worse. There was conversation on how terribly death was for so many of her relatives. I am so glad that Gary wants to go out tonight now. I am not a stranger to death. I lost my dad to a land mine in Viet Nam and lovers, David to an auto accident, Jerry to a gun shot in his face and Nikki to stomach cancer. And so many of us my age have lost friends and classmates to AIDS.
But enough about death, here’s to life! and a great night of revelry. At P-Town Gary liked the bartender Wade & I met a nice friendly guy, Brian but fell in lust with the erotic dancer Tommy. I’d just love to have him on the end of my pencil – draw a sketch of him. He was comely and had a fit – toned body, a lovely ass also a well lovely and proportioned of hard cock. Tommy seemed to have an inviting personality as well chatting briefly with each person that put a dollar in his navy blue NY Police jock strap. I put a dollar in his jock strap twice. The second time I gave him my business card and had written that I like to sketch him sometime. Gary had some Irish whiskey and I a glass of gin and cranberry juice. Would so love to go back on a Sunday for buffet at 4 p.m. and see more erotic male dancers. The Stealers game was on large flat-screened TVs. It was a shame that the Steelers lost but a good time seemed to be had by all at P-Town. Saturday and Wednesday nights as well as the Sunday afternoons is their schedule for erotic male dancers at P-town. It’s a must - a friendly prompt service is also included.



Life gets in the way of living:


You’ve made plans to work or play
But somewhere with the course of the day
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.

Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.

As you recount each act of the day
Somehow living got in the way.
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.

Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.

Making list of things to do
Life gets a hold of you
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.

Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.

The day promises you can do this and that
Even with your diet you keep getting fat.
With it taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.

Of course it will always be this way
That’s the behavior of each day
So, with its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.

Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.

So even though you set out to do the chore
Somewhere after it starts life creeps in as before
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.

Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
January 21, 2008

A poem my uncle Terry taught me, author unknown.
Me so tired me so sore
Not going to do it for a nickel no more.
Ten cents I’ll do it better
Fifteen cents I’ll do it fine
Hey, mister, you want a shoeshine.


It was St. Patrick’s Day, 2008. I went with housemates to eat out a late lunch at Jo’rsa Corner, Hungarian Restaurant. Alexander Jozsa Bodnar, proprietor was an excellent host. The food was surperb and the conversation compellingly fun. I enjoyed the Romanian style goulash, sour kraut, onions, pork and paprika, as well as the Hungarian coleslaw. Alex is a Renaissance man, a chef, business man, avid supporter of Pittsburgh and an artist who had rendered wood block prints on T shirts, wood carvings it the style of Old world Hungary. He had moved to the States after surviving riots in Hungary against the Soviet Regime. I look forward to returning and seeing my new friend, Alex.