Fuck me, has it really been five months already?  

I could have adopted an Asian child and taught him to unload the dishwasher in that timeframe, but what have I been doing…  Oh yeah, that’s right:  Traveling all over hell and putting my muscle jock load in groups of very fortunate bottoms.  

In the immortal words of Mel Brooks, ‘It’s good to be king.’

Places I’ve seen since we last chatted:  Santa Monica, San Diego, Orlando, Tallahassee, Miami, Ft Lauderdale, Mexico City, London, Paris, NYC, Puerto Vallarta, Las Vegas, Chicago, New Orleans, Cabo San Lucas and Fire Island.  It’s was a fun summer (aka, a ‘fummer’) even with COVID hanging around and the guys I see always kept me in great company.  I can’t imagine what life would be without my circle and I wake up damned thankful everyday that I’m able to do what I love and love what I fucking do (literally).

If you keep up on Twitter, you can see I’ve spent pandemic getting into the best shape of my life, mostly thanks to becoming a runner, changing the way I lift and taking the time to do things like rolling out my body.  Also upped my intake of water (HUGE help).  I didn’t realize how dehydrated I was and as soon as I started to drink a gallon of water a day, my body changed, my skin changed, my sleep changed.  It wasn’t fun at first, trying to down that much liquid, but eventually it becomes pretty easy.  It also serves well for guys who get into piss.  

Bottom line, you know what you’re doing for yourself is beneficial, so it makes it that much easier to get into the groove of it.  Health is wealth, ya’ll.

 

The most fun side effect of working hard on my body is the testosterone boost.  I’ve always run pretty hot, but nowadays, I can reload fast and get back into an ass for another load in 20 minutes flat.  Blowjobs have always been okay, but not the easy or ideal way I’d get off.  Over the last several months, I’ve gotten some spectacular oral from guys and have had zero issue with me shooting my nut down their throat.  It really does feel like a sexual renaissance and fuck if I’m not going to take advantage of it.

 

A lot of messages I get ask about the current state of airline travel and how worried I am about continuing to keep a travel schedule through pandemic.  For me, I did take a break in the very beginning of COVID, especially since almost every flight was cancelled.  While it was nice to have time to do domestic things, it got boring fast and I missed my day-to-day sprint through airports, on planes and seeing the guys I’m used to regularly seeing.  It was a bit of a wakeup call that someday, at some point, my journeys in this life will slow to a stop and I’ve got to think about what I’ll do at that point to keep myself busy.  While I don’t lose sleep worrying about finding that transition, my real issue will be leaving an industry that I genuinely enjoy.  It’s been everything to me.  What I do is a big part of who I am.  I gave up the idea of a corner office, 30 minute lunches and water-cooler chat long ago.  Never regretted it for a second.  It’s not the life for everyone, but if you can do it right, it’s an amazing thing.  

A lot of topics asked on platforms like ASKfm are a little too adult for their TOS, so I’m thinking of bringing those over to 15MM to answer here.  If you haven’t created an account to keep up with my Q&A posts, take a second and give it a shot.  It’s anonymous.  You can use any throwaway email address and it will give you access to a huge bank of content I’ve written over the years.  Some of it funny, some serious, some just stupid.

Okay, a lot just stupid.  But entertaining.

The question that I’m asked most often is what kinds of things are personal turn-ons for me: Traits or fetishes that truly crank me up.  

So, it’s not rocket science that I like sex.  I like being naked.  I like showing off my body.  I like guys who play into that.  For me, I’m into a wide variety of scenes, but as the standard, I can say that being a bareback top is what I dig.  Even better if the guy is cool with me putting my load in him.  I’m always down for someone who can get me off orally.  Nice dudes who swallow get gold stars from me on their report cards.

Buzzed, high-and-tight haircuts are an odd fetish of mine.  Armpits and feet can get me off.    Fucking a guy who’s wearing sneakers or high-tops is super hot (a gear fetish I picked up at Steamworks Chicago).  Verbal bottoms can be sexy if their script is good.  While I don’t really bottom much anymore, I suck a mean dick and I almost always swallow (huge hot button for me).  If he’s squeaky clean, rimming a sexy hole before I pound it is always nice.  As my body has developed the way I want it to, I love fucking, getting my dick sucked and jacking off in front of a mirror.  Yeah, it’s egotistical, but it also takes a lot of work to look like this and I want to enjoy it.

I’ve gone through random stages of specific fetishes, running hot and cold.  Piss and group scenes were a couple of them.  Nothing more extreme than that (fisting, scat, sounding, etc).

Ultimately, I’m cool just getting naked with another dude and exploring.  It doesn’t always need to be a complicated circus and ‘boyfriend’ sex is always a welcome thing.  Gentle, emotionally connected and intimate.  Contrary to a lot of what I write about here, my most memorable sexual experiences have been with guys I have a lot of love for.  There’s an ease to it.  A natural flow.  You can’t get that feeling with anonymous randos that just want you to slam your load in their ass.  It doesn’t work.

Bottom line, there should always be a balance to your sex life.  Otherwise, repetition breeds boredom.    

 

 

I just got back from a week in Puerto Vallarta, having not been down there in over a year.  The weather is now in the low 80s and the humidity is manageable.  It’s shoulder season for PV until Christmas picks up, but for Thanksgiving, it was perfect.  Not too busy, but busy enough to socialize.  I usually take the same house in Conchas Chinas when I’m down there, but this time I wanted to experiment with going back to Casa Cupula, a gay guesthouse in Zona Romantica I hadn’t been to in over a decade.

As luck would have it, their Penthouse unit opened up last minute and I was able to book it.  The room itself was spacious and it had its own rooftop private pool and sun lounge area.  That sold it to me, as I’m not really the guy who wants to spend his day preening around a busy gay pool scene.  When I’m on my own holiday, I want quiet mornings with coffee, a little sunshine, some good gym and a late-afternoon naked float in a crisp pool.  I don’t really want to have to endure the combination of loud house music and drunk, touchy guests if I don’t have to.

 

Overall, I’d say the property has been diligently cared for and has aged very well.  It’s clear they’ve put money into upgrades and while not shiny and new, Casa Cupula is comfortable, clean and has an interesting design aesthetic.  The beds are brand-name memory foam.  The sheets are high thread-count.  Minibars in every room.  Motorized blinds.  Large walk-in showers.  Rooms have both toilets and stand-up urinals (pretty cool, kinda hot).  Housekeeping are like ninjas.  Three public pools.  Two bars.  One restaurant.  A compact, but very functional gym.  A spa.  And a partridge in a pear tree.

The gym was my really my main reason for booking at Casa.  When staying in Conchas Chinas, it’s location is set apart from PV about 10-15 minutes.  Unless the house you’ve booked has a private gym, getting a workout is going to involve a cab and some legwork.  I didn’t want to have to deal with that on this trip.  I wanted it easy.  Casa’s gym had everything I needed.  The only minor negative about it is that it’s also a popular gay gym for locals (and other visitors), so it can tend to get busy with day passers.  Luckily, all of PV was pretty tame that week, so the gym ran empty for a lot of the time I was there.  It was heaven.

I hit their spa for a massage and the guy’s hands were on-point.  While nothing crazy sexual happened- and, frankly, I didn’t expect it to- I was put on the table naked with zero draping.  I’m cool with that.  His hands grazed my cock several times during the massage.  Overall, it was crazy relaxing and exactly what I wanted after a hard session in the gym that morning.

A good friend was in town doing his show at one of the cabaret clubs, so I checked that out.  We ended up going to Garbo’s for martinis afterward, which is just a stupid way to start the night.  There’s nowhere to go from martinis but down.

Four drinks in, we cashed out, my tank top came off and we headed out to whatever bar he was talking up.  

At this point in the story, I think it’s best to respond as if I was being deposed in an important class-action lawsuit:  From the music playing when we walked in, I believe it was a video bar.  I also believe they had multiple levels.  I do clearly remember a colorful bathroom on the first floor.  I’m nearly sure I asked the person controlling the music videos to play the Selena cumbia megamix from the Houston Astrodome show.  Allegedly, and based on pictures I saw the next day, I then danced with four- maybe five- guys who couldn’t dance cumbia if their life depended on it.

We eventually worked our way up to the outdoor areas of the bar.  I had a nice buzz, but wasn’t anywhere near fucked-in-half drunk.  Not yet.  That’s when my friend introduced me to the owner of the bar, who then ordered us- I shit you not- an entire bottle of Clase Azul tequila with all the setups needed to do shots (and only shots, so help me god).

I didn’t know whether to shake his hand or punch him in the face.  

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur with a highlight getting a pretty great blowjob on the third floor patio while my friend laughed at me, but also being nice enough to work crowd control.  The guy who choked down my dick wasn’t brown and he repeatedly thanked me after swallowing my load, so I’m assuming he was a Canadian.  We didn’t exchange numbers.  I didn’t offer him a seat at brunch the next day.  It was what it was.

Got to bed.  Slept off the booze.  Woke up and ran 5 miles to sweat out what was left.  Met with friends at La Madalena for an early dinner.  Always a great dining experience there.  Flew out early the next day.  I got out of PV mostly unscathed.  A successful trip and yet again, I avoided being sold into white slavery.  Gingers are hot commodities down there.

Would I stay at Casa again in the future?  If the right room were available, sure.  I like the quiet and privacy of a standalone home, but Casa has the amenities that make a vacation feel like a vacation.  Sure, there’s a lot of extra crap attached to the property I don’t use, but it’s a B&B that tries hard to offer a little something for everyone.  They do it pretty successfully and I admire that.  It’s definitely a place that’s a large cut above, say, Island House in Key West.  

However, they’re not quite to the standard of Pineapple Point in Ft Lauderdale.  I’ll go into my recent visit there in the next edition…  That was a sexy as fuck trip.

 

 

As always, keep up with my real-time shenanigans through the popular Twitter feed and shoot me any questions you might have on the ASKfm profile page.  Haven’t updated my photo gallery in a bit and will do that in the next few days.  I have a ton of travel photos and muscle pics to get in there.

I’m spending Christmas week in London and then heading to Cartagena for NYE.  I was originally supposed to be going to Dubai over New Years with a client to see the Expo, but plans changed and the trip has been pushed forward to late January.  Here’s wishing all of you awesome readers an excellent upcoming holiday and a very safe, very normal, very sexy 2022.

 

 

As always, be well.  Get naked.  Stay naked,