Author: tlee6213

Mr Azrieli and The soldier

Well… I’m at work and Mr Azireli texts and asks me to hop over to our usual meeting spot in the Azrieli car park, so come clocking out time, I log out, get up and head on over there, expecting to get some dick. He opens the door and I have a nice surprise waiting for me, there’s a soldier waiting for me in there with Mr Azrieli.

I take my shirt off and get on my knees, Mr A tells me to concentrate on the soldier’s dick and that he’s enjoying watching. He comes all over my place and steps out. I’m still working on the solider and enjoying it – A lot. It’s long and thick and has a vein running down the top, it tastes goooood. I look up at the soldier and his baby face, he pulls me up and tells me he wants to fuck me.

I get up and stand leaning forward in front of the mirror, he fiddles with the condom (safety first kids) and slides straight into my hole, it burns for a second, but surprisingly the condom doesn’t break. he starts going at it hard, I’m rock hard and he’s grabbing my hips and slamming himself into me, I can feel he’s going to lose it in my hole any second, and sure enough, he throws his head back porn star style and moans like a wounded rhino and holds me around my chest, slowly he pulls out and I remove the condom – its pretty clean for surprise sex (fiber, children, fiiiiiber). Is full of cum, so I empty it over my chest and enjoy the texture of it sliding over my skin, he’s watching me amused, and throws out a casual – well I know where to come next time.

Ahhhhh so there will be a next time? We exchange numbers and I wait with bated breath to takes the soldiers dick again.

The Baran

So… I went for work to the south of the country also known as “land of the tops” and by god when you open grindr my orientalism goes nuts. Hot brown Israeli men, all of whom want to put the disproportionately large “jonjes” in someone’s ass.
I stayed with a friend who lives in a town that you don’t expect to find a good fuck on the app – let alone, a hot guy who is a barman hitting on you… and yet, that is indeed what happened.
The story of the barman is indeed a treat. I was supposed to meet a friend at one of arriving at his bar, early for once, sat at the bar and chatted. My friend arrives, we sit down and start catching up and drinking a lot.

I went to the toilet and went to wash my hands in the back – the sink in the toilet was broken (how convenient), so I wander into the back and ohhh… whos there… oh yeah its the sexy fucking barman, he asks me how I am, and somehow we ended up kissing, and I mean full on pushed against a wall, the sink, almost undressing each other kissing. It LITERALLY could have been a scene from a movie and it was hot, needless to say, that the alcohol didn’t have too much of an effect on my guy’s performance – he woke up oh so quickly.

My friend and I stayed until closing time, and oh it’s me and the barman, we go back to his place and oh sweet Jesus it was good sex, he’s a dancer and has the body to prove it, and oh I could make love to him all day every day. He has long hair and soft lips, he kissed me and looked at me like he had always known me and I felt safe in the intimacy that we had. He came and then I came and we fell asleep intertwined in each other.

I woke up the next day wishing that I could stay with him. I miss the feeling of feeling safe and venerable with another man. In the gay sex scene, it often feels so temporary, animalistic even. On one hand, you’re sharing your body with another person, on the other – you may not know their name.

The Queen, The Ars, and The Poet

There are many different things and issues I will address not everything will be sex today, by chance it is…

Let me introduce you to the Queen, the Queen lives in my neighbourhood and is not usually the type of guy that I would get with, but we’ve been meeting since before I moved here, with breaks. So when YA made his pronouncement on Friday the queen popped over for tea on Sunday evening. When I say tea I mean fellatio because well, I enjoy a penis as much as the next gay guy but there are few men who I can get quite so hot under the collar (bone) with, nor can I go quite so long with many others. The good thing about the Queen is that he is just that, a Queen and when everyone is breathless and lying covered in man milk we have tea, or wine or whatever and spill the T on what’s going in the community in Tel Aviv, and just chat. Sadly the post finish chat is so unusual with guys, I don’t know if it’s only here or in general, but I am grateful for the Queen’s courtesy.

Mr Azrieli, wellllllll Mr Azrieli is named such because we only get down to business in Azrieli mall, don’t judge. When the municipality decided to get rid of all of the gardens of delights (think Hampstead Heath) the gays went to the toilets, in TAU it’s in the museum of the Jewish diaspora, and in the city centre we all downstairs to the disabled toilets at minus 4 or 3. Mr Azrieli is a toy Arse, which makes it all the more hotter, some hows it turns me on when a guy moans “Ahi” (Bro) when his dick is in my mouth, its a guilty pleasure and maybe a recurring theme. There is something incredibly arousing walking around with another man’s cum all over your face and no one else knows.

The surprise guest, a guy I hooked up with a long time ago – the Poet. At about 2300 last night a friend O sent me a text saying that the Poet had been abroad and the rent on his apartment had elapsed meaning that he was accidentally homeless, having actually been homeless I’m a sucker for a cause, so I told O to let him know he could come straight over without any “requirements”, ie I was not expecting anything in return, and in all honesty nothing really happened a bit of kissing some spooning. I just know it was comforting and extremely pleasant waking up next to an attractive man and feeling his morning hard-on pushed against my back.

A letter to my Exs

Yep I am a fuck up. You are all right.

OA the first Ex – yes I fucked up, but you know what, I never stole anything from you. You harmed me both physically and mentally. You are a liar and a cheat. Lying burns through the soul, as fires burn through wood, I hope one day your family understands who you actually are and that G’d impales you what you deserve.

NS, I’m sorry you never deserved what I did, and we should have ended it there and then, but we both decided to continue and you decided to finish OA’s job. No, you know what I hope you’re happy, you ran away and tried to abandon the problems behind, Habibi you don’t know what adversity is. I have proved EVERYTHING you said about me wrong.

AK what can I say we deflated faster than a badly baked pavlova. When one invests so much in one’s self one must understand that it has an effect on those around you and that means that there are consequences.

AE my sweet, I am so sorry for everything that happened between us, everything. I was terrible, and you deserved so much better. I disrespected you, and I am truly sorry

GH it was fun, I’m glad we ended it well.

OY, I was touched by you – it was only a month but you reached in and grabbed my soul or heart or whatever, I was angry at you, you fucked around with me.

AL you, oh you, I still get chills when I look at your photo, you’re are beautiful and kind and good, and so fucking clever, and yes I get it now, I’m sorry I didn’t get it then.

YA I’m not sure what happened to be honest, you kind of just decided things and then applied them, but you know what, I breathed easier after you decided we were done.

Welcome to the train crash of my dating life, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it darlings.