Joseph’s Blog

I know I shouldn’t betray my generation but have to admit most of the boys I meet, who are in my age range are just a little on the clueless side. Maybe it’s because they have always been a little smarter than my peers but I must admit I’m pretty shocked at how stupid a lot of these boys are. I’m not sure if they are really dumber or they just can’t be bothered. Anyway it’s starting to get on my nerves a bit. I meet these hot guys then I fuck the shit out of them and then attempt to have a conversation and then I get nothing. They are beyond vapid.

I’d really like a lover to just once, have a decent conversation with some guy after we have had intimate sexual relations. I guess that’s why I find myself hanging around and being attracted to older guys because they are smarter and self-aware. Oh well I hope I can meet some hot guy with half a brain in his head. Until then I guess I’ll just continue to fuck airheads. And I do mean airheads, with some of these boys you can actually hear the wind blowing through their ears. Well at least they’re cute and I suppose I have enough brains for two people.

I met someone I was totally attracted to, brought him home, the sexual tension was tight and tingling in the air, then we kissed, and …………. nothing. There was no chemistry. We kissed again, hoping we were wrong but aren’t……..no chemistry. It sucked.

It always amazes me, how, once in a blue moon, I meet someone, there’s this seemingly hot attraction and then nothing. So that moment made me wonder, what causes sexual chemistry? Why is it that we really get it on with some people and there’s this amazing connection where everything seems to fit and then sometimes there’s nothing.

Kissing someone you have no chemistry with is like kissing a wet fish. It’s awful. It feels terrible. And why is it that some people are great kissers and others are not so good. I think part of that is chemistry but it also has to do with whether a person has any passion. My theory is (and it has been tested on a fairly wide audience) is that the best kissers are that way because they have passionate natures whereas the worst kissers have all the passion of a wet paper cup. Mind you these are just my thoughts but I stand by my theories. Being a smart porn star has its advantages because I have the ability to analyze sexual experiences. Although I don’t always want to be in my head, I prefer to receive or give head. He he.

So like I said before, I met this really hot guy while I was with my gal pal. He was totally pretending to be straight but one look at me gave me the impression he would rather jump my bones than hers. So we’re all hanging together and then she goes to the ladies room. He bee lines over to me and gives me his hotel room number and tells me to meet him there at midnight. So she comes back and is all into him and I feel like a heel because she’s my friend and thinks he’s going to fuck her but he’s really going to do me. So she leaves with him and I give him a look.

I get to his hotel at midnight and there he is waiting for me. Apparently he had taken her home, then made some excuse why he couldn’t stay but had to go back to the hotel. He offers me a drink and we have a nice little chat about his closeted life. I wasn’t really listening too closely because all I could think was “This Guy is so fuckin hot.” He’s a top model and travels all over the place, need to pretend to like girls, then he fucks boys on the side. And man can he fuck. I usually top but for this guy with his long mane of blond hair, chiseled torso and his hung cock, I need to bend over and let him make love to me all night.

It was so amazing, hot and very romantic. I stayed the night and we had sex off and on during the night with a little sleep breaking up the routine. I loved sucking his beautiful dick and he kissed me, softly, as if I were the only person alive. The next morning he fucked me yet again but said he was leaving later, but he would be back sometime soon. I hope he does.

I’ll never look at the cover of GQ again in quite the same way.

Every gay dude has his female friends, right? One of my best gal pal friends was just visiting and I took her all over out beautiful city. We went to museums and ate dinner outside. It was a lot of fun. And we of course hunted for men.

She has absolutely no gaydar. Every time she saw a hot guy she would ask, now he is straight and I’m like, ‘are you kidding?’ If a guy is in good shape, dresses well and is good looking, chances are he’s gay. So we were at a straight bar one night and she’s totally flirting with this guy and he keeps staring at me while talking to her. Then she goes to the ladies room and he starts flirting with me.

I slipped him my phone number. We leave and I put here to bed, he calls me and I go to his hotel room. He’s visiting from New York. And we had an amazing night together. Details to come in the next post.