Sexual Disappointments & Suprisingly High Quality Dates-

Hola Everybody,

We are now in Cordoba, Argentina and have been here the last few days (since Monday). I will write more about this town in a subsequent post. In this post, I wanted to say that I seem to have a trend forming when I travel abroad. In some aspects it disappoints me. In others, I guess I could think that I am lucky and blessed.

The trend that appears to be forming is that I have infrequent and low quality sexual encounters, but I do have high quality non-sexual dates. Unfortunately for me now, I have been eager to have a high quality sexual encounter so I have been both frustrated and depressed. Obviously from Ozell's postings, he is not having any trouble finding numerous sexual encounters- most of which seem to be rewarding and enjoyable overall. I am having a hard time getting laid, and when I do, it has not been very rewarding or satisfying. Admittedly, some of that is my own fault.

The last time I had sex in Santiago was with a very handsome young man from Ecuador (at least I am ticking off more nationalities on my passport, LOL) whom I had hooked up with the previous weekend when we first arrived in the city. It was our last night in Santiago. I saw him out at the bar Ozell and I went to that evening. But this guy tends to drink a little too much and gets tipsy and tired by 4am. I knew this, and I also did not want to be out that late because we had to be packed and checked out of our hostel by 10am to catch our plane. I did manage to convince him to leave the club closer to 3 am even though he wanted to stay until 4am. We took a taxi back to his place only to learn that he left his keys at his friend's where he pre-partied before going to the club. He tried calling his friend, but as one would expect at 4am, his friend did not answer. We mulled around trying to decide what to do. It didn't help that he speaks about as much English as I do Spanish (except when it comes to knowing every word to every 'happy fag' song that is played at the clubs!). So we ventured back out on the streets of Santiago, and I was already thinking to myself, "I wish I had just gone back to the hostel an hour ago and got a good night's sleep." We agreed to go to one of those "hotels" that Ozell mentioned in his previous blog. It was my first time in this type of hotel. But at least it was a hotel with a private room. What Ozell didn't mention in his post is how I had three different guys want me to go to this internet cafe in town where they have private booths. They are private in the sense there are four sides and a door, but they did not extend up to the ceiling nor down to the floor. Think of a typical public bathroom stall. Yeah, that's right. Now realize that every time I had been in this cafe (our internet was down at the hostel the first couple of days, and I actually met one of the guys at the cafe before I realized what his intention was), it had been jam packed with people actually in line waiting for a booth. I may be getting a little more adventurous, but fucking in one of these booths with people all around you knowing exactly what is going on is not my style. Again, this is all due to the men in Santiago not having their own dwellings, and an internet booth is 1250 pesos per hour instead of a hotel room at 12,000 pesos for three hours. So there are some more stories about my sexual frustration...

Anyways, back to the story I started with... after another five block walk and a ten block taxi ride, my friend took me to a cheap, cheap sex hotel. I appreciated that it was cheap because he didn't have any money left. Arggggh. We wake the attendant up since it is now about 4:30am. The 9000 peso room came with two beers, a small package of potatoes chips, and two breath mints on a platter! I kid you not!!! hahahaha. We go up to the room and it was dark- dark walls, drapes, bedding. There was some sort of forest scene painted on the main wall. (god, I can't help from chuckling at this recollection) It even had what appeared to be Bambi and her mother drinking from a babbling brook. Geez! But much of the wall had been carved up with graffiti from past clientele. Obviously the names were mainly Latin, but think of "Mike & Jerry 2006" or "John & Frank were here! 2008" or "Kevin fucked Michelle- 2005", and you'll get the picture. I don't even want to mention what the comforter on the bed looked like. Suffice to say that you did not need CSI blacklights to see the stains all over it. god- how awful.

In any case, I found most of this amusing at the time and was still holding out for some good sex. I had reasonably good sex with this guy the first time even though it was also "post bar drunk sex". He is a very attractive young guy with a nice body. He was a bottom (at least with me) and had a nice ass. He also talked a lot when I was fucking him which was really hot. And I don't know what he was saying, but not once did I hear the word "Papi" come out of his mouth which was a huge plus!! You damn Mexicans back in San Diego, quit using that word "Papi". Come up with something else! Lol

So, we start finally fooling around after finding some straight porn on the room's TV. It looked promising. I started to fuck him and it felt really good. He was enjoying himself. But... since I had not orgasmed once in the previous 4-5 days, either via sex or jerking off, I was a loaded gun. Sure enough, I lasted about 2 minutes worth of fucking. When I knew orgasm was unavoidable, I quickly pulled out, pulled off the condom, and then shot my load (which was huge because I am a heavy load guy under normal circumstances much less with 5 days worth of jizz built up) all over him. Unfortunately, the first heavy, thick wad of cum literally went straight into his right eye. He had no chance to defend himself. :( Geez, I felt really bad. As soon as I was done ejaculating, he had to get up and spend the next ten minutes in the bathroom washing his eye out. Lol I really did feel sorry about that. He came back, and his right eye was as red as a beet. He just wanted to pass out, and I don't blame him even though I could have gone another round and lasted much longer than the first time. We went to sleep for a couple of hours, then I had to get up and walk my ass all the way back to our hostel so I could catch the flight here to Cordoba. So that is just one example of my sexual frustrations.

Oh, I did forget to mention one other important aspect of this experience. He stepped in dog shit on our way to the hotel so we had the pleasure of fornicating with the smell of pooch poop permeating through the room. Lol...

Another part of my frustration has been the lack of opportunities for me. Ozell has fared much better. I really didn't have sex in Cusco (there was that one event where Ozell and I were taken to a hotel by two of the locals. my guy had a really nice body, but I was too drunk to do much and was not prepared to get fucked so it really didn't amount to sex for me), none in Bolivia (there wasn't even the potential), a little in Santiago of which only the first time with the aforementioned Ecuadorian was passable (there was another guy, but he was a fat and comely Brazilian who misrepresented himself online. I abused his hole because I was already at his place before I ascertained that he was not who he said he was). That has been it with the one very notable exception of Senor Samuel from Lima. But that gets into the high quality dates portion of this post...

This weird phenomena of me having really great dates with guys overseas started this year in Berlin and Zurich. It appears to have continued on this trip also. The dates are better than I have had in the States in a very long time. Admittedly, I don't have very many dates in the States, but I do have some once in a while. And what I mean by a "date" in stead of a "trick" is that while there ultimately may be the interest in having sex with each other, the meeting is not presumed to be for sex exclusively. In other words, we are not meeting up just to have sex. We are meeting up to get to know and spend a little time together. Sex may or may not happen. And as has been with lots of the dates to which I am referring, sex did not happen.

In Berlin, there were Heiko, Matheus, Janosch, and Jan. With Jan, there was no sex but an excellent coffee shop date and tour of the Prenzlauer Berg neighborhood. With Janosch, there was beer and food at an Austrian restaurant, then sex at my apartment. (He recently informed me that he was accepted for a Fulbright scholarship to Columbia University! Go Janosch!). Matheus was a Brazilian I met online who went out with me and Marcin (Ozell's Polish boyfriend) a couple of nights dancing while Ozell was doing other things (can you guess what? lol). We spent a couple of hours in bed after the club listening to Brazilian bosa nova music with him singing and translating for me. It was really fucking cool. We wanted to have sex, but it didn't work out with Ozell coming home one night, and Matheus not being able to host at his place another night. I hope to see him in Brazil though. Actually, I am looking forward to it. Then there was Heiko who I met for lunch and a tour of the famers' market one day, went on a bike tour of Charlottenburg on another day, then went on a Schoneberg pub crawl one night. He is a fantastic human being and one of the happiest people I have met. We had sex the night after the pub crawl, but since I had been on a pub crawl, the sex was not as good as it could have been because of my plumbing issues after I have had a lot to drink.

Then when it came to Zurich, my last night there also included a wonderful date with Phil. The wonderful conversation at the first bar turned into the super hot sex in the darkroom of another bar which you can read about in one of the posts from Zurich.

South America has produced two great dates for me so far. One which resulted in great sex, and one which resulted in no sex at all. As mentioned above, Senor Samuel from Lima has been the highlight of my trip to South America so far. He is a kind, funny, dirty young man who was the one who came up to me on the dance floor to introduce himself. We danced and made out that evening. (I also made out with two of his friends.) Then on another day he invited me to his neighborhood on the other side of town. We met at a mall, went back to his place, talked for a bit, had some really fun sex (he likes it rough and getting his hair pulled), and then laid together and talked some more. I was really glad to see him at the club one last time on the last night we were in Lima. We still stay in touch frequently, and he informed me he received his visa to visit the States. If I return before he has to leave the States, then we are going to meet up in San Francisco or some other city. I hope that works out. :)

In Santiago, I had a great date with the dentist I met the first night we were in town. It took us over a week to meet up for lunch, but when we did, it was exactly what I needed on that day. A long walk, a tasty lunch of salmon, another long walk, gelato from a parlor, some more walking and sitting in the park, and then finally parting ways. No sex. I wish I had snapped a photo of him. He has one of the kindest faces I have seen.

So even though the sex with the locals has not been very frequent or rewarding (like I said some of that is my fault with the limp alcohol dick or the 5 days of jizz build up so I climax in two minutes), I have had some really nice dates and met some really cool guys. All of whom, besides Jan, I am still in frequent contact. I look forward to a day in the future where each of our paths cross again. And, even though I have been pretty down about my sexual frustrations, writing this post has helped me realize that I am pretty damn lucky for the high quality dates I have had. And that is why I set out to write this post today. I have been pretty sad the last few days, and I knew writing would make me feel better. And it has.

So I hope you enjoyed the stories, but this post was a selfish one for me. And it worked. I am in a pretty damn good mood presently. Now, where is my fucking joint!!! LOL- I haven't had any weed since Lima! But the good news is that we met some Argentines at our hostel here. They are from Rosario (our next stop), and they have promised to smoke weed with me there. :) We'll see if it comes to fruition, and I will be really happy if it does. Shit, if I had the discipline to turn down the chance for coke inside a Bolivian prison, then the gods should smile upon me and let me have some weed with locals in Rosario!

Ciao for now,

Sean