The excavator and SEX

Day started out ok-ish (horny, hard but hand off it)…. I was going to go to the local market after I collected the Saturday papers, but when I thought about it I was only going to the market in the hope that I would run into a guy that I occasionally root with (A) …AND then I thought fuck that I aint that desperate (not that he isn’t rootable.. just I am trying to keep my sex drive under some form of control). That feeling lasted till I got home and then I was combing the web for some-one as horny as me….. apparently everyone’s hormones (apart from mine) were under control.

I will interpose a bit of personal history here whilst on the subject of hormones… Everyday I apply (liberally) a testosterone cream. I have a trained doctor who will give me what I want, that is legal. Now without testing my testosterone levels he wrote me a ’script’. This isn’t entirely without thought on my part…. in the local rag I had read an article that suggested that testosterone cream was the latest idea for men who suffered from depression, the odd skin problem (yeah well I had a pimple last year) and something else, that I forget. OK maybe it was memory.. Now I am hornier than ever, would mount a bollard at the drop of a hankie BUT there is a DOWNSIDE and this how I know that god exists: primary hair falls away…I am going bald at a fair canter…. and secondary hair increases…. ( I have hair growing out my ears arse and armpits….. I need a weed whacker). We can chat about shaving fantasies some other time.

After arriving home and regretting my decision not to go to the market I sat at the computer to work. About mid morning I got the following message on a gay web site (alright GAYDAR…they need the advertising) [nice cock, i have to come to sc at the end of the month hadve you got room there for one. send phon no back and i will call nice cock by the way] TRANSLATION: sc is where I live and this guy is 1200kms away. And I am thinking this bastard is trying to flatter his way into free accomodation … so I flicked him off …………………and immediately regretted it (who knows how desparate I will be in 2 weeks time)
NOW this you have to imagine: there is a pic of my cock on the GAYDAR site (doesn’t everyone???).. and my profile is fairly full on.
Before I flicked him off I checked his profile and the most telling part about a man is what he has to say about himself…. cock (large and cut): tick! and so on. But amongst other things he describes himself as ‘goodlooking with a GOSH’. Wow and hey guys when did this become a self diagnosing attribute?…. I thought others decided whether one was good looking …. otherwise it is vanity…yeah?? GOSH, maybe his saying he was goodlooking indicated a sense of humour, except I have met up with many guys who describe themselves as having a ‘wicked sense of humour’ which usually means campy/bitchy/sarcastic.

What made the day worse, was that just across from my front verandah was a man operating an excavator: leveling a building site ….. Here in the tropical climes it is mandatory for workers to wear the minimalist clothing. He was stripped to the waist ,the odd rivulet of sweat running down his chest….. Oh yeah this didn’t do anything for me. I decided to get closer by stripping down and tiling the outside of my plunge pool, except the tiles kept sliding down and off the wall. You can imagine this wasn’t the image I wanted to convey, as he just kept digging holes in the ground. The bastard could have come over and offer to lay one for me.

Now it is just after dinner, so we know what that means ‘too pissed to drive and not get booked….and I don’t have a cop fantasy’ so I am sitting here hoping for some-one who does home delivery….. I’ll get back to you if I pull a root: god I hope so otherwise it is gonna be poppers and porn and old reliable. Then TV (television).