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I gloried in the September sun raying down on the terraced vineyards of Tuscany, as I followed Paulo, the grandson of the owner of Villa Montebella, the Conte de Ghiberti, into the rows of wooden stakes supporting luscious green leaves and vines interspersed with moist clumps of purple and green grapes nearly bursting with rich juices. Paulo stopped on the edge of a rock-walled terrace where we could look down across the harbor hamlet of Marina de Massa to the calm Mediterranean waters of the Ligurian Sea.
It was a perfect morning, and I had the perfect guide beside me to show me the fundamentals of a grape harvest. If he had been around in Michelangelo’s day, he would have been the model for the statue of David. For all I knew, one of the youth’s ancestors had been the model. He was small, thin, and lithe, appearing several years younger than the age his grandfather had told me he was. His body was perfectly shaped, and his features achingly handsome. His hair was dark and curly, and his fingers and the toes I could see clinging to his sandals were long and sensuous, a promise of length in other features as well. He wore only loose cotton trousers, having come to the fields to put in a hardworking day. The skin of his body, tightly stretched on his musculature, was an olive brown, evidencing the many hours he spent in the sun on these hilly slopes and belying what ...

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I had an interesting experience last night. I had just come to "Naken," one of the gay bars in Oslo, had ordered a beer and was standing at the bar. As I got my beer, a young Pakistani guy came over to me. He nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "My friend over there claims you are the guy in the My queer life-blog." I looked at his friend, and saw that it was Trond (the friend of Per - mentioned in an earlier journal). Okay, there was no way of denying it, so I muttered an uncommitical "hmm," and he went on. "I'm Zain," he said. "The name means friend. I've been reading your blog, and I have an apartment that would be very interesting for an exhibitionist like you." Zain was beautiful, about 20 years old and with a friendly, but a bit nervous, smile. He had persuaded me already. "I'd love to see it," I said.
The apartment was not far from the city center, on the eastern part of town. Zain told me that it was not really his, he was just borrowing it for a few weeks while its owners were back home in Pakistan. I wondered what was exhibitionistic about it, and couldn't wait to find out. On the twenty minutes walk there we were mostly talking about how wonderful nude beaches were, and I couldn't wait to see him in the nude.
Suddenly he said, "The flat is there," ...

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Dr. Emory glowered silently at me all the next day while we were excavating around the tomb entrance at our ancient Egyptian burial site on the banks of the upper Nile in Sudan. And his precious young assistant, Clint Winston, couldn’t seem to look at me at all. No doubt Clint had gone straight to the archaeological team head and had revealed that I had taken him repeatedly on the altar of the nearby Subl Temple the previous night, just as he had wanted me to do, and that we both then had then been assaulted—quite pleasantly, I might add—by the youths of the local Mitsagusi tribe. It would have been a miracle if Emory hadn’t heard the frenzied drums of the tribe as both Clint and I were being delightfully ravished—not for the first time—by this group of very capable Sudanese lads.
I knew Emory couldn’t maintain control of himself for very long, that he was bound to explode in his famous wrath against any of his archaeology assistants who went off the beaten path during a dig. But even though I would very much regret being sent home, I would not trade the wonderful fuck fests I’d had with the Mitsagusi tribe’s Bull and my fellow excavators, the Egyptian Mustafa and the young blond beauty, Clint.
The expected explosion came as we were finishing up dinner on camp stools under the stars that evening.
"Mr. Lafleur," Dr. Emory addressed me through clinched teeth. "I wish to see you ...

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Dr. Emory had called it a day at the tomb dig outside Sudan’s upper Nile Sulb Temple. It had been so hot that I had stripped down to a pair of cotton bush shorts for the afternoon. I was standing by the water buckets, ladling cool water over my head and letting it sluice down my body when I noticed Clint Winston, another of the archaeologists on the dig, and Dr. Emory’s personal assistant, eyeing me up and down. I registered that I’d have to be very careful with that one. If he had any inkling that I was having it on with the young Egyptian archaeologist, Mustafa, or with a strapping, very well endowed warrior of a local African tribe, he’d turn me in to Dr. Emory in an instant. And then I’d be flying home, my name erased from the archaeology team, just when we were close to opening the ancient Egyptian tomb.
I looked down my body and saw that my cock and balls were clearly discernible in the now-clingy and wet cotton shorts. I turned my back on Winston and the others and made post haste back to my tent.
We were all spent from the day’s work—so much so that we returned to our tents for a predinner siesta in the desert twilight. I was so exhausted when I entered my tent that I just stripped off the wet shorts, dried myself with a towel, and flopped down on my back on my cot and ...

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I was awakened, lying on my side, my body encased by that of Mustafa’s, by the song of a Siva’s warbler. It was still pitch dark, but the sounds from outside my tent warned me that it wouldn’t be dark all that long and Mustafa needed to get back to his own tent before anyone else in the camp stirred. Mustafa felt me move, and his cock stirred to life inside my ass canal. He kissed me on the neck and started to stroke my inner thighs with his searching fingers. “No, not again, Mustafa,” I whispered to him. “We don’t have time. You need to get back to your tent before the others waken. If Dr. Emory finds out about us, he’ll send us both away, and neither of us can afford not to be on this tomb dig at the Sulb Temple.” Mustafa grunted his disappointment, but he knew I was right. he pulled himself away from me, gave me a gentle, tantalizing kiss on the lips, and enveloped his beautiful, lithe body in a black caftan and slipped through the gauze curtains at my tent doorway. I rose and walked over to my wash basin and scrubbed the night of very pleasant sex from my body. I should be tired from the lack of sleep, but this archaeology project on Sudan’s Jabel Abyad Plateau on the side of the upper Nile was so fascinating that I could hardly wait to get out ...

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“ It’s called the Dance of the Ravishers,” Dr. Emory said to me as we watched nine male dancers swirling around two small bonfires. “I can certainly see why,” I responded with a big grin. Dr. Emory gave me a sour look. I’d been warned about that look. In fact, my partner, Steve, had bet me I wouldn’t last two months out here in the upper Nile area of Sudan with Dr. Emory. I was accustomed to being serviced by Steve at least once a day and enjoyed a monthly group sex bout. Dr. Emory, however, was a real stick in the mud and was known to send young assistants home at the least hint of impropriety. I really didn’t want to go home. Emory had gotten rare permission from the Sudanese to excavate this ancient Egyptian tomb on the banks of the Nile near the Sulb Temple, and work on this dig could make my own reputation. “What in the world are they doing?” the very serious Clint Winston asked Emory. “Why it looks like. . . .” “Yes, yes, it’s just what you think. But it’s all symbolic, part of the ritual dance,” Emory responded with pursed lips. Just pretend like you enjoy it. The invitation to the ritual dance was an honor, and we mustn’t upset our welcome. The Mitsagusi are an old and proud tribe in this region.” And in quite good shape and very inventive, I thought to myself, desires building in me that I’d tried ...

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“There, is that better?” Peitr whispered into my ear.

“Uhh. Yes, yes. That feels great,” I answered, and my words turned into a soft moan.

“Yes, I can feel it in your body. You are a lot looser now. You are moving with me more smoothly. Is it because of the guilt?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “This helps erase the guilt. It’s as if none of this is something I could do anything about now.”

“I thought so,” Peitr whispered, and he began to move his cock inside me, dragging the head of his crocked dick along my ass canal at seven inches of depth, making my hips join in his motion. My eyes went to the ceiling paddle fan above us, gauging the thrusts of Peitr’s hips against the flap, flap sound and movement of the paddles. I tugged a bit on the two silk scarves lightly tying my wrists to the headboard above me, seeking assurance that I was imprisoned and couldn’t do anything to defend myself. Peitr’s strong, solid Dutchman’s body was closely covering mine on the bed, nipples to nipples and belly to belly. His legs covered mine, and I had my heels wrapped around his ankles. His arms covered mine, and he held his hands around the silk knots at my wrists, giving yet more of a comforting feel that I had no control over this. Only his hips and my pelvis were in motion, as ...

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He steps into my booth and stands next to me, closing the door behind him. He's cute, shorter than I am, blond with a nice build. I nod and he opens his pants, letting his 6" cock spring out of his underwear. I take it in my hand, feeling it's warmth, running my fingers up and down the length of his shaft. He moans as he takes my pants down, placing his own cold hand on my cock. Our hands move on each other cautiously, slowly feeling the other's length.

For a moment we're bathed in the glow of the screen, two men are on either end of a third, fucking his mouth, fucking his ass in steady strokes while he suppresses a gag and jacks himself off.

He moves close to me, looking for a kiss, but I turn my head. I take his cock and mine in my hands instead and begin humping against his rod, rotating my cock against his, pushing my dick against his stomach.

He pulls off my shirt, and I pull off his; we step out of our pants and we're naked in the flickering glow. I lick my hand and wrap it around our cocks again, this time he humps my slick hand and pulls me in for an aggressive hug. He squeezes my ass and I moan, leaning against his shoulder, and he bites at my nipple, sending an involuntary shudder down my spine. He drops to ...

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The seedy bar presented no possibilities for romance, yet I came night after night. One might wonder why? It was simple; I came here for sex. All I wanted from a place like this was hardcore, nasty, man on man sex. I didn’t need names. All I cared about was how hung they were and did they require a condom, which I preferred they didn’t.

I walked in and greeted the bartender, the only guy whose name I did know. I took my usual seat at the end of the bar, ordered a Heineken, and watched the action on the dance floor. Not much to go for, I thought, just a few bears and their latest boy toys, nothing to get hard about. I was finished with my third beer when I decided to call it a night. After canceling out my tab, I started to head for the door when the sight of a big hairy muscled bear stopped me. I sat back down and waited to see if he was alone or with someone, not that it really mattered. He would be mine soon enough.

He walked up to the bartender, ordered a Heineken and took a seat. He paid no attention to the guys drooling over him. I waited for a while until my cock was pressed tight against my jeans, a clear sign that it was time for me to make my move. I stood next to him and cleared my throat. He ...

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The cute blonde at the end of the bar looked out of place. Her hair was long and curly; the tips reached the lower part of her sequined dress. I took my time walking over, in a place like this I imagined she was with some friends like I was.

“Excuse me Ms., do you know you’re wasting your beauty on guys like these,” I told her. It was a total line but she didn’t seem to mind. She giggled and brought her wine glass to her lips. Her red lipstick left a stain on the brim; it was the nicest shade of red I’d ever seen.

“I’m here with some friends, they dragged me here,” she said.

I knew that had to be the case, what else would a gorgeous woman be doing at the hottest gay spot in town. I introduced myself and offered to buy her another drink, which she refused for fear it would go to her head. I took the seat next to her and we chatted until the bartender yelled for last call. By then we were several drinks into each other, and neither Cindy nor I seemed to want the night to end. I gathered my courage to ask her what I had wanted to ask her the whole night.

“Cindy, would you like to come back to my place to continue our conversation?” I asked.

She thought about it for a minute. Her ...

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