WORK IN PROGRESS!!!

Don't judge until Friday EVENING at the earliest. I'll be posting until then as this blog is a continual journey into my cruise of New England.

Going off of a topic in the message center, one must wonder if one is ever too old for something … or too young? While I love the quick week long cruises or even the weekend booze and gamble cruises, I have begun to notice my extreme distaste for longer cruises. Referring to a twelve day cruise through New England inferences two important qualities that indicate it will not be entertaining for those of us under 40 and traveling “alone.” No truly exciting ports to me aside from Boston and the upcoming trip to Portland in Maine; an outlet shopping capitol of the country. But in reality, when traveling with your family for twelve days straight … where does one find an “outlet” for other needs? Without that outlet one can become … let’s say cranky.

Everything but a tea party

I refuse to let this become a sex blog but since it’s relevant to my travels I believe it’s suitable for the moment. Boston was wonderful to say the least … I got a tour from a gorgeous freshman at a prestigious university in the area. They grow them differently here in the north east; I would love to see what fertilizer they’re using because this stuff must be top grade. He showed me the symphony, an upscale mall, the market place, took me near Paul Revere’s ride, among other delightful little sites and sounds in the city. I was surprised at how much history there was in such a condensed area of town. I did find the Holocaust memorial of clear towers with names inscribed in the walls a tad disturbing. I didn’t find them disturbing that they were located central to churches and a secular part of town, no. What I found concerning was the fact that puffs of steam regularly popped up into the chambers and appeared like smoke coming out of the tops of a chimney. I wouldn’t have considered that a particularly respectful method of remembering the lives of many killed in exactly such a fashion. Hmmm … a bit odd but I wasn’t going to let it kill my trip in Boston. It was a very interesting place and I’ve decided I’ll definitely have to do a trip there to spend some more time.

As we concluded the tour it was apparent that we were both looking forward to the next step in our afternoon on the town. He said he feared that his roommate might still be in his dorm room but he had another solution. Thank god for solutions.

Like every good gay boy in college he was a budding activist and held some sort of rank in his LGBT center on campus. In said center there was a small but ample private space that he had access to the only key to. Needless to say it was the perfect location. What else is necessary for an afternoon interlude beside a couch, a private room, and of course a bowl of condoms and lube with a sign saying “take me” above it. Together we christened the room, the couch …. the computer table, the reception desk …. well you get the idea. Let’s just say that as a self diagnosed nymphomaniac, being without sex for several days beforehand made this afternoon jaunt more of a necessity than a perk. We went to lunch and chatted him making a confession to me ... let’s just say that this confession allowed me to write off the lunch as business ;)

Yep. Nothing is confirmed yet but the young man said that he had recognized my manhunt pictures from Daddy's and he had been toying around with the idea of supplementing his student loans. I will of course keep the community updated on any progress into publicity for this fresh new face.

Little town, it’s a quiet village …

Every day, like the one before. Little town, full of LITTLE people … waking UP to say, “Bon … “ oops. Not en provence quite yet. Sorry Belle.

Boston was followed by Bar Harbour, Maine. The city is very cute and homey. Growing up in a big city like Los Angeles and really only spending my time in other big cities like NYC, seeing these small towns where everybody knows each other is actually very interesting. I had always come to the conclusion that they only exist in the movie and on TV, but it does in fact exist in this charming little town.

With nothing else to do beside know everyone in town, the only other option is to apparently become an expert in nature as everyone there seemed to be. I went on a Ocean trail hike through the Acadia National Park featured by the town and met a charming older gay couple. It was actually weird in the sense that I initiated chatting with one of the gentleman with no expectation of him being gay. I guess at some point gaydar goes on autopilot. He was wearing a brand new white pair of New Balance shoes so I casually made conversation with him about his “bravery” which somehow snowballed into why he and his partner were on this “excursion.” It was fun making new friends and seeing that gay monogamy does in fact exist. I wouldn’t call myself jaded with respect to gay monogamy but studying male biology and psychology has never led me to believe it was possible. That day in Maine was definitely refreshing on many levels … unfortunately none of them sexual. But then again, I guess that’s a good thing because if it had been refreshing on that level we may have had to start new threads for dendrophiliacs.

Paris … again

Two days ago I was in Quebec. No not “en provence” … but in the Quebec City (QC) itself. Montreal three hours away at least. Sometimes it amuses me to think about these cities that truly only exist because of cruise economies. There were a few universities in town but other than that nothing. The cruise port in QC is of the “lower” city. To get to the “upper” city where there is civilization, one must take a funicular which is by no means fun. Essentially it’s an excuse for the city to charge per person to get into the city if you don’t want to scale the mountain. The funicular is a small car that simply goes up the very steep hill in a minute or so. Weeee.

After a little exploration, I noticed something disturbingly familiar. In QC one finds it’s own version of Notre Dame and Hotel de Ville as well as Cote de Jardines and many other streets that bare a striking resemblance to the streets of Paris. It’s almost as if they’re trying just a LITTLE too hard to associate with their motherland. Everyone spoke French and appeared angry at the phrase “parlez vous anglais.” One could almost see their deep desire to roll their eyes at the question. At the tourist information building I asked a particularly friendly deskman if the entire city maintained Parisian nomenclature. He said that it was essentially the case.

“Well if there is a corresponding section to everything in Paris, can you direct me to the
Marais?”

He smiled, shook his head and responded, “I wish. You mean to go to Montreal … if you have time for three hours for the trip and each side ... I suggest leaving now.”

At that point I went in search of an internet café. Picked a good location in the center of town and planted myself for some good old fashioned people watching. A delightful ice-skating rink, a pile of snow, and a charming boutique named FuckLaMode kept me amused for most of the afternoon. I took advantage of a $6/hour internet connection to download some porn to keep me amused the rest of the trip … seeing as how the connection price on the ship is seventy-five cents per minute for a below dial-up speed … well. Yeah. So I upset a young girl with a through the pants erection looking at Dr. Mike’s latest pictures (dear fucking @#$%^ this guy is hot and I can't wait till we get a chance to meet this week)… her parents will just have to deliver the sex talk a little earlier than they expected. C’est la vie.

A day full of semen … er … sea men.

Yesterday was one of the ship’s many days at sea. I have a sneaking suspicion the crew and staff are as eager for this trip to end as I am because there is an unnerving amount of passengers visiting the medical center on board. They all seem to present with the same symptoms, stomach flu of sorts that goes away after seventy-two hours. Ugh not this again. Norwalk virus anyone? And tonight at dinner I can ONLY assume that the salt and pepper shakers will be replaced with individual paper packets. Weeeeeeee. Let the games begin ;)

On the other hand, yesterday was quite fantastic for me. After spending the morning taking over instructing a spin class (that I was paying for) because a passenger with a wheelchair fell off a Stairmaster requiring our instructor to run and help, I was feeling energized for the day. The energy wasn’t really needed because of the 90 minute deep tissue massage I had scheduled with a very attractive Bulgarian Masseur. He was built like something out of a jock Bel Ami video. He was truly gorgeous, and always staring at me in the gym. This was all gaydar.

Not only was he gorgeous but he was a raging tease. Getting down to it, he started the massage on my legs which is usually reserved till later …. ESPECIALLY during an erotic (not what I scheduled but what I was hoping for) massage. You don’t want to get someone excited and be massaging that area so quickly. Well essentially he let me know early on that this massage was going to release a lot of my tension … he just didn’t do it. No matter how much I used my feet to pull him into me he just wouldn’t give it up. That is, until he had worked my entire back and flipped me over. Despite a raging hard-on he still continued the deep tissue hot stone massage. After he finished my legs and thighs and I was practically holding onto his arms with every stroke, he started grinding he crotch into my face. Jackpot.

Conveniently I noticed he had compacted an intense sports massage into 55 minutes when I opened my eyes to find his crotch clad only in underwear just above my forehead. He had saved some time for his to work the muscles that really needed more release than others. Despite the fact that I only received 55 minutes of a deep tissue massage, I saw to it that he received far more than the already mandatory 15% tip on the check. It was a job well done.

I arrive in Portland Maine tomorrow. Finally some time to focus on outlets besides my own. Although, there were certainly some promising options on ManHunt. Keeping my fingers crossed of course.