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December 2010

Greetings from a chilly London,where the United Kingdom finds me enjoying the incredible $300 million refresh of the legendary Savoy hotel, as well as taking the tube out to Earls Court almost daily for a heaping helping of Nando’s roasted chicken.  If you haven’t had a chance to try this Brazilian-born chain, not only is their meat amazing, but their ‘peri-peri’ hot sauce might just make you believe in the existence of God.  Yes, it’s that good. It’s also just a block from Villa Gianni brothel, so you can make a day of it…  Going from one hot cock to another (insert rim shot here).

I take solace in doing the things here that I have always done:  Bumming around Knightsbridge (but never doing any real shopping at the tourist centric Harrods), showing up early to the half-priced booth in Leicester Square for an evening performance and generally just enjoying the energy of a city that always seems to be on the verge of a party.  Brits might seem reserved by an American standard, but don’t let the accent fool you: They’re fearless and almost always ready to out drink you.  Luckily, you’re never too far from a pub.

While I haven’t been in much of a mood to hit the gay social scene here, you do have an amazing dance music scene here in the UK, mostly thanks to a little organization called Ministry of Sound.  I did make it a point to head over to a Chariots sauna location the other night, not having been out to a sex club in quite awhile.  It had been years since I was at this particular spot, last being there with a small group of guys I know who live in London.  A combo of alcohol and Brit group think caused me to (safely) be involved in three group scenes that night, along with my first experience fucking someone underwater.  Pretty hot stuff…  And how the bottom was magically able to procure such a thick lube for the fuck was beyond me, but appreciated.

Little has changed at Chariots. Still more of a social club with sexual aspects than a traditional American-like bathhouse.  Guys were VERY talkative at the bar.  Unlike most sex clubs in the States, saunas in Europe usually offer a place to eat, get a massage, are smoke-free and offer a little something for everyone.  It’s not just about getting into a towel and blowing your load.  It’s about making a whole night of it.  The play areas of Chariots are nicely lit (dim, in blue and red LEDs), clean and there are loads of free lube & condom dispensers on the walls.  Very easy to grab and go.

Found a beautiful, alabaster-skinned, ruddy-cheeked and lightly muscled Brit in the steam who was quite willing to take orders from an American jock.  He had a natural talent for sucking cock and was hung long and thick.  It had to be about 8.5 (uncut, naturally).  While I normally would have put a dick like that inside of me, I changed gears and flipped him over for a very intense- and flexible- fuck.  He might have been six feet tall, but his legs could go way beyond his head.  I was just in one of those moods where I wanted to treat this guy like a hole to fill.  It’s been awhile since I’ve so easily been able to cum in a condom while topping, but within fifteen minutes of pounding him, I filled it up.  I smirked when he came and hit his face with two jets of jizz.  Job well done.  I hit all the right spots.

Hot sex..  Nothing better. I fucking love being in the United Kingdom.

Since writing last, I’ve visited Key West (basically, my second home), Singapore (which was supposed to be Abu  Dhabi, but changed at the last minute), Chicago, Orlando and Mexico City.  This fall has really been packed to the brim with trips, but I plan on taking off most of December, taking some time alone in Manhattan and, if the comp sticks around, some spa days in Las Vegas.  I’ve made top-tier status in three airline programs this year, am basically done with long-haul flights until 2011 and am just going to sit back and enjoy the rest of my month.  When it’s all said and done, I ran around the world a lot this time…  Nearly 350k miles of butt-in-seat insanity.  I say this every year, but next year I’m going to learn to say ‘no’ more often.  We’ll see.  I highly doubt it.

Best purchase of my year has had to be the entertainment goodness that the Roku streaming devices provide.  If you’re a fan of Netflix, Hulu, Vudu, Amazon-on-Demand or any sort of Internet radio, this is a less-than-$100 investment that will keep you engaged for far too long.  Check out their website, but take my word for it:  Amazing little gadget.  I’ve got one hooked up to every television in my loft.

Answering the  question I keep getting emailed: Yes, I’ve seen the threads and no, they don’t bother me.  A few opinions of the web have it right, quickly figuring out that a component to my success has always been my uncanny ability to rise above the fray and find a spotlight.  Self-promotion is not a bad thing as long as you can eventually back it up.  To be called a great escort by others is flattering, but to be called out and have stones thrown at me is even better because I know at that point I’ve truly gotten at someone.  It just proves that everything I’ve done works.  You might not like me, but it’s more than likely that you haven’t met me before coming to that conclusion.  Fair?  Not at all, but frankly, you’re likely not the kind of person I’d want to spend time with anyway.  It’s a win-win situation.

And on that note, I’m closing up shop on this post. I remind my readers that all new EYE CANDY is now being posted regularly on it’s own Twitter feed, linked HERE. Just click down the list of active links for some of what I’m finding hot on the web.  Also, the photoblog remains a steadfast way to keep up with yours truly in real-time goodness, seeing the world as I see it, jumping from one airport to another.  Enjoy both sites (and bookmark them if you already haven’t!).

My next update should be some additional new pics in rubber/spandex/leather gear-  A big thanks to the mound of email that rolled in with compliments about the first couple of shots.  Yeah, I admit it’s not totally my scene, but there is something incredibly hot about wearing a skin-tight pair of spandex running tights or a neoprene vest that hugs my chest just right.  Can’t explain it… But until I can, I’ll just keep taking pics and uploading them for your explicit enjoyment.