a reason to take evening classes

I thought I would take an evening class in NYC for skills enhancement or fun. and you never know who you can meet in a class. But a special fringe benefit is the use of the library which, at NYU, seems to be filled with a lot of horny guys, a lot of horny discreet Asian guys, and better yet, a smattering of horny discreet Asian guys who are polysexual, and don't care with whom, or what gender, they safely hookup.

So it is to Bobst Library that I went to study, actually study, or actually find some journal articles for a paper. I found a comfortable spot in the stacks, and just sat on the floor to read through some articles. But who knew that sitting in a stack could lead to lying horizontal in the sack.

Some guys played 'let's make eye contact' with me. And after 3 hours of research, a cute Thai American guy walked by my stack, and made a rather forward, or calculated effort to pass by me and my notebook. He could have easily cleared me, but made sure that he brushed up against me. Oh.. you are a sly one. Then he returned a minute later and asked if I had change for a copier. There is a change machine.. Come On.. Do I look that Naive? But I knew it was a ruse.

Nope.. no change, dude, I replied. Nothing in my pockets but my cell, my keys, a wallet and a couple of condoms. "Condoms?" he replied, and he smiled. "You come prepared."

"well, u never know what can transpire." I replied.

"Transpire or Perspire?" he said.

"Well, honestly," I replied, "I like to sweat more than I like to perspire, but it depends on with whom it is."

We laughed.

I bet your back hurts sitting like that, he said. "Yeppers, plus my legs are asleep, I think I might be paralyzed," I said. I added, "Speaking of which, I need a pee break."

I left my stuff in the aisle/stack and headed to the men's room. He followed. Cool.. very cool.

"Are you following me?," I asked. "Well.. I am pre-med." he answered, "and I can probably help your paralysis or fluid discharge."

Hmmm... which fluid is that. We ended up at the urinals, side by side. This I have never done. And he peeked over the barrier. Hmmm .. nice, he said. Owww.. that made me slightly hard, but I was laughing too much to notice.

"Step into my office," he said. And he opened the door to a stall.

We didnt have to be too quiet, cuz this floor and this toilet was desolate. But I was silent, as was he, at first.

Luckily I had on my 2xist underwear, black boxer briefs, so when he unbuckled my jeans, at least it added to the atmosphere and scene. (see below) He lowered my jeans and underwear to my knees. I was aroused. And he was right. He helped me with my discharge. On his knees, he grabbed my waist and stroked my thighs. What a great study break. He said he thought i would be like a pokky stick.. I definitely wasnt and he was happy.

I was sort of nervous. Would someone walk in? Was he planning to stop before I exploded. Are there security cams in the bathroom? Was he planning to swallow? Did I have garlic for lunch? My mind raced, .. the muscles of my thighs and calves tightened, .. my toes curled up.. I leaned back against the wall of the stall, .. my eyes felt as if they rolled up behind my lids, .. my gums tingled, .. I could feel some sweat on my spikey black hair (I used mousse that morning)

He was great. Talk about Death by Pad Thai.. i think i nearly died. after 15 minutes, or was it 25, I could take it no longer and this future doctor's bedside manner and skills were great. It was hard to return to my schoolwork afterwards, but I will surely study in the stacks on the weekends more often. (luckily the underwear was black, cuz the post coitus stain is well hidden

Talk about Quick and Easy Thai... He def was...

Who knew the subway was a pickup den?

Hey from NYC. I was on the subway the other morning -- the express. There was a "incident" that slowed the trains down, and so we were packed in like sardines. This is not the way to start a morning. .. But then I took notice that I was squished back to back against another man, butt to butt, or butt cheek to butt cheek. Normally I would be oblivious to this, but after a stop or two, I noticed how his butt was swaying with mine. Holy crap.. He was frottaging me! As i swayyed t the side, his butt swayed with mine, and not just due to the train movement. He was purposely swaying with me and keeping in contact. So I swayed back. It was arousing. It was anonymous. I glanced at who he was by looking in the dark mirror like reflection in the tunnel windows. HE WAS a FELLOW STICKY ASIAN. Oh the gods were shining on me that morning. It was quite arousing and luckily I had my Tumi bag to hide my chubby.

He looked like this guy, except in a woll blend, charcoal grey two button suit. (I am quite observant)

http://join.gayasianamateurs.com/track/ODM4NjA3NDoyOjE/?tour=tour2

Sadly, I got off (the train) before he did, so I never had the chance to trade cards with him. But I believe in karma, and hopefully we will meet again and who knows where it will lead.


I had to concentrate on world news and the election in order to get rid of my erection as I walked from the subway to the office. Honestly, I am thankful that I did not have my tube of WET in my bag, or I would have been tempted to stroke for lunchtime.

a reason i need to study Korean

A clip from the gay Korean 2006 film, No Regrets. Also known as "Huhoe haji anha", by the director Leesong Hee-il. In this film a wealthy man becomes involved with a male escort (sort of like that evangelical preacher hehe).



Leaving the country orphanage where he grew up, Sumin (Lee Han) comes to Seoul to study art design. However, after losing his job at a factory due to layoffs, he finds himself working as a gay prostitute. Initially Sumin resists the advances of Jaemin (Lee Young-Hoon), who comes from a rich and conservative family that doesn’t accept his sexual identity. Eventually, Sumin succumbs to Jaemin’s advances. But after experiencing a brief happiness as very passionate lovers, like in most Korean films, Sumin and Jaemin’s relationship falls into problems.

another reason to revisit dc

excluding the hot guys at gallaudet, another eason to come back to dc in the springtime is to watch these guys paddle


oh,,,, a funny short of a future go go boy or a future guest on Ellen. please call me in 10 yrs.

Saving my money to place a bid

I will be in nyc on wednesday nov 8, to drop by splash, a bar, where a gay football team is going to auction off a baker's dozen of bachelors. I doubt I can afford the ones below. See you there. Maybe we can split one.

The great pumpkin rises in DC

I was in DC for Halloween, and made an effort to go out after work. I got invited to a party, but had no costume. But I improvised and looked sort of like a minister, or should i say priest, and a fashioned a large cross to go around my neck. I didn't expect much, but the party was pleasant and laidback. Then I started chatting up a guy who was dressed as a boy scout. It was a natural fit for a priest to chat with a petite scout. right? hehe.



He was quite interesting and was working as an Associate in DC. Things went well, although I could not see myself making out with someone in a scout uniform. Shades of sex crimes, if u know what i mean. Yechhh. Then we started to talk about film. It turns out we both love Oldboy, except for the squid scene.


Minutes became an hour, and after a few hours, we were both pretty buzzed. "Were you really a scout?," I asked. Yes, he was. an eagle scout, no less. Hmmm... what was your favorite merit badge? I stumped him on that. We started to come up with modern merit badges. There must be one for blogging and using google.

I wondered aloud if there was one for safe sex. Probably not, he said, since the scouts have severe issues with sexuality and have to stay clear of sex issues, even if they concern health. okay. i was buzzed. so of course, i asked, "Would you be interested in getting another merit badge this evening?" Hmmm. .. he pondered the question. He took a judicious pause.



"Well, my BROTHER," he said. He really liked chatting with me, and it would not be a lie, he said, to say that he did not get aroused at least twice during our conversation. (yes. i noticed) But he had recently ended a relationship 3 months earlier, and was still conflicted.

"No prob," I said. I was just asking cuz i am into you. I wasn't looking for a LTR, I told him. Just a friendship. And perhaps it is the alchohol that is talking.

We continued to talk. Bong. Time to turn into a pumpkin. He had to leave. I told him I would walk him out. You can help me cross the street (scout). Before we parted, we hugged. I thanked him for a great night, and the hug became a quick, light kiss on our lips.

"You know," he said, " I am a bad host. Would you like to drop by my place for a snack?" Sure. Okay. We cabbed it. He pointed out some of the monuments near the federal mall. I whispered to him.. I wouldnt mind seeing another sort of monument. We laughed.



I sort of fantasized the we could end up like the couple in this pic. He had a nice place. comfy chic. nice artwork. good taste. nice couch. we sat on the couch, our knees touched as we watched Leno. oops. I told him that I knew what it was like to break up, and I was cool with just hanging out. no pressure, no expectations. That's when he kissed me. And later, I got a tour of another Washington monument. And it was much tastier than the one in the federal mall.

I am going to definitely arrange more visits to DC. Oh, thankfully, he isn;t a Republican. Hehe