"Do you remember who it was"? in Adventures in paradise

I can’t actually remember when I’m suppose to take the car back. I can’t find an email confirmation or anything. I hope it’s on the contract form in the car. Anyway, I’m just waiting for my washing to get done before I go out on a drive somewhere :)
It’s always so nice driving after so many months of not doing so. I don’t hire cars that often so it’s kind of liberating, wheras when I owned cars, they mostly caused me trouble and were costly to run so I barely made use of them. I actually think because of the so many expenses cars have (fuel, repairs, registration, insurance, tolls, parking and parking fines/infridgements) that it’s probably the one thing that ends up costing me less to rent in the long run.

It’s been a hit of a ho-week for me. I had another guy over last night. He messaged me first and said he was just looking to give a bj, and he looked alright so I thought, “Meh, why the hell not?” and he came over.
I answered the door and this guy was standing there and he goes, “I think I’ve been here before…”
I just laughed. Doesn’t surprise me. So many gay guys have lived here over the years. It’s bound to happen. “Is it okay?” he asked? (if he could come in). “Of course,” I said. Why wouldn’t it be? Haha.
I asked him, “Do you remember who it was?” (curious as to which housemate he’d fucked), and his reply was this… “I think it was you.”
LO-FUCKING-L!
Christ. How embarrassing. And hilarious.
I concluded that it was many years ago that we’d hooked up. I also don’t remember it being that great, which is probably why there was never a second go haha.
This time however, was a much better experience. He was here for well over an hour. We were making so much noise. Or rather, he was. He had this obsession with being facefucked against my bedroom door, so naturally the damn door was banging back and forth against the frame. I thought for sure that one of my housemates would have heard it. Oh well.
Anyway, he left and I had a shower and washed everything, since he had shot absolutely everywhere (all over my floor, the sheets, his shoes etc) and I asked when he’d cum last and he said, “This morning.”
Jesus haha.
I actually couldn’t cum just from the oral, as good as it was. Not sure why. I figured it’s probably because I used the bathroom before he came over. Most guys I’ve noticed prefer to do that, but I seem to be the opposite, ie. to pee after hooking up.
I said to him that he must’ve had practice since last time we hooked up, and he was just like, ‘Maaaaaaybe’ haha.
I asked Nick if he’d heard anything and he said, “I never hear anything when you have guys over.” Haha.

I’ve been having some pretty amusing chats with my slutty friend Matt, who now lives over in London. He always tells me about all these guys he gets with and how London is another world compared to when he lived in Brisbane. It certainly would be, and is (from the parts of it I explored anyway).
I was also surprised to find out that his life isn’t all he makes it out to be on Facebook. He’s constantly checking into these wild rave-parties full of thousands of heaving sweaty gay guys all on some form of non-prescription medication, but he told me that he does it in response to his hectic work lifestyle. The poor guy is doing like 14-15 hour days. But he gets paid a fortune so obviously goes and makes the most of it. I hope he doesn’t burn out soon because of it. I can’t even imagine myself doing what he does every weekend.
He sends me photos sometimes of the guys he fucks and, hot-damn. He’s certainly living the life.

I was walking home from work yesterday and there was this guy jogging toward me. On Sundays, the inner-city streets around here pretty much turn into ghost-town’s, so it was just me and him. As he jogged closer, I realized just how tall and handsome this guy really was. Everything about him was fucking perfection and I just about stopped dead in my tracks. My head certainly did a whiplash to perve on him as he passed by me, that’s for sure.
unfortunately, and of course, he wasn’t on Grindr. Haha! Never know!
But fuck, I hope he’s from around here, because I wouldn’t mind seeing that again on each walk home from work. I’d actually just come from gym. We briefly locked eyes as he ran past. I figured that it was love/lust at first sight. He just didn’t realize :P Come back to me waaaaah.

I went over to Vish and James’ last night. James sold his car a while ago so I figured he could have a drive of my hire car whilst I was over there. They have a new housemate, so I found out when I got there. Amar, or Aman, I forget which. Vish had told me in private that his new housemate was hot, and hold shit, he really is. It’s pretty rare for me to find Indian guys attractive, but yeah, this guy is. He’s straight though, and seems like a pretty cool guy. Apparently his little brother lives there too, but I didn’t get to meet him because he was at work. Vish tells me that he is hilarious, so that’s always good. I’m sure I’ll meet him another time.

We drove up to My Coot-tha in my hire car. James drove up there and I drove back. Vish and the new housemate came with too. I had them all laughing because I was belting along to Daryl Braithwaite’s “The Horses” that came on the classic radio station.
I hadn’t been up there in so long. It was really nice to see the night-view from up there again.
We didn’t stay long though because Vish got cold almost instantly, and we were ordering hot chocolate’s and mocha’s from the cafe upon arrival LOL. Wuss’s.

Ergh, my mind has been totally on sex this week. I’ve hooked up twice, I wanted to jump on Sheldon at his party because he looked so hot, and last night I wanted to get between Amar/Aman’s legs.
Geez, settle down, Matt!

Last updated May 29, 2016