Scene Queen ?

Going out in Berlin is always fun - and NEVER disappointing .... always ending in 'high quality' hookups :)

I've been to Tom's bar recently - which is slightly shady, but okay... and then to Connection Club - the dance club with a massive (and frankly, quite impressive) cruising area. I've been to the saunas a couple of times and ended up in people's homes and hotel rooms. A bit of an overkill on the scene, and that makes me wonder if I'm sorta becoming a scene queen.

Had a number of partners over the past 4 days... too many too speak of, and each one leading me to think in a different direction and causing different questions to pop into my head (will discuss some later) and some amazing experiences. But now I think I'll have to reign it in a li'l bit. And then I think - it's sex - and it's amazing, why am I so scared of it?

Or maybe I'm just afraid of being seen on the scene too much. Scene Queen much?

Back to Berlin :)

I'm back to my favorite city in the world :) Berlin. And am planning to stay here a few months. :)

And I had a great experience at Sauna Boiler yesterday - not of the sexual kind :) (though that followed later:))

Apparently on Thursdays and Sundays, they have a sauna session. So all the gays clamor to the dry heat sauna rooms and pack the place up. (Imagine fifty naked gay guys packed into a wooden sauna room.) And then the staff turns up with - you'll never guess what - Ice cream lollies :)

And I was like - what the hell ??

And they turn up the temperature to around 80 - 90 degrees (it was Bloody boiling - and I've lived in Jaipur) so you keep eating the ice cream so as not to dehydrate while the staff member whips the towel around to distribute the hot air and cracks jokes (in German:))

They send you out after 5 mins and give you lime (salt) to rub over your whole body (I guess for the dessicating properties) - so imageine 50 buck-naked gay men rubbing salt over each other's bodies :) and then back in the sauna you go for another 5 min hot 90 degree sesssion.

It's bloody fun :)

The session was great, almost as good as the hot German guys you can get naughty with later :) A perfect way to start of Berlin.

Looking forward to some steamy time in Berlin :)

Gay Indians.

So I'm in London, and there's a ton of Indian gay guys here. And they come in all shapes, sizes and castes. I've met some crazy ones. But all of them seemed to have one thing in common - They were not out, and had hidden their gay life like some dark dirty thing.

Which saddened me quite a bit.

Maybe I shouldn't have expected anything different, even outside India.

So a 28-yr old hunky Punjabi guy that I ended up doing the naughty with, has been living in London for the past 8 years (hiding from his family back in Punjab) and cannot even contemplate telling his parents, and might even concede to a 'fake' marriage with a girl to carry on.

I was like, come on!

Wake up guys. Stop cribbing about how difficult it is to be gay in India. I've been through it.

Be brave. Stand firm for what you believe in.

I met the sweetest guy ...

I met the sweetest guy in a sleazy London Sauna yesterday (at Pleasuredrome).

A Scottish electrician, he later confessed that he 'couldn't take his eyes off me' when he saw me. It was his second time with a guy and his first time at a sauna. And that was apparent by his innocent behavior (he tried chatting me up to pick me up) and in the way his fingers trembled as he explored my body, all the while mumbling how lovely I was.

Lots of sex and conversation later, he took me to dinner and dessert, and showed me around London (I never get tired of being shown around London) and no matter how much I persisted, he insisted he would pay for everything (and I felt really bad since I know he did not have much money).

He asked me how many guys I'd been with, and I'd said two. I later realized that he'd been asking me how many guys I'd been with in my entire life, and that I'd been telling him how many guys I'd been with only yesterday .... And for the first time in my life, I was sort of hesitant to tell him the number of guys I'd been with. Needless to say, his eyebrows rose for just a second before he smiled and brushed it off.

A genuinely nice guy, it's rare to find someone as sweet as him, especially in the crazy world of anonymous gay sex. And he even gave me an amazing massage.

Ah, well. Let's hope I bump into him again some other time in life.

London Lads

Am about to move to Berlin, so decided to spend my last few days in London - coz I found the rest of England to be kinda dead - and boy - I wasn't disappointed.

London's crazy. Very Crazy.

There are tons of gay people from all over the world here, and there's a lot of gay venues as well. And I've realized that London lads are kinda spoilt for choice.

So I visited the Soho area (courtesy a gorgeous Irish Lad who showed me around) and Soho Sweatbox (a modern gay sauna whose decor just screams the word sex at you.) And after some prowling, I realized that I was having difficulty ensnaring the guys who I thought would be in my league. There were quite a few Indians here, and I wondered if I wasn't as 'exotic' here because of that, but then I realized in on the fact that the abundance of hot guys just spoils London Lads for choice, and it's difficult to keep a gay London Lad's attention for too long.

No worries - learnt how to play the rapid non-stop game of musical chairs very soon, and got all the guys I wanted.

And London kinda rocks. Can't wait to see what happens over the weekend.

Gay Flag? Breeder Flag?

So I was at the Yumbo Centre in Gran Canaria. And I mentioned before that the place is a huge gay complex with all kinds of gay bars, restaurants, clubs, etc. And I was there with a straight Polish friend.

And as we entered the complex, we noticed a large number of country flags waving in the wind outside the complex - all of them flags of various countries - with the exception of one seven coloured flag - the gay rainbow flag. (rainbow flag history - here)

And my Polish friend is like - "What the hell? Why do you gays get a flag? Where's  my straight flag?'"

I laughed. And then wondered aloud if there was indeed a "breeder flag" (I call him a breeder if he uses the word gay in a derogatory manner). If there was one, it would probably be a (boring) black and white thing. Yeah - he wasn't too happy with that either.

Gay mecca - Gran Canaria.

I was in the Canaries recently, which is off the coast of Africa, but technically falls in Europe (Spain). Gran Canaria is beautiful, and has dunes, forests, beaches and is called a content in Miniature. This tiny island is a must visit for everyone.

And with it's warm temperate climate throughout the year which is about 18-25 degrees, it's a haven for all of europe throughout the year. (being Indian I don't actually like anything above 20 degrees - but most Europeans love their sun and high temperatures).

But coming to the main topic - Boy, is the island a gay mecca? Hundreds of gay bars, public cruising int dunes of maspalomas, and the Yumbo Centre which is like a huge mall filled with gay bars, gay discos, gay saunas, gay sex clubs and every other type of gay place - And with thousands of gay tourists from across the world, things get very crazy in Gran canaria. Check out Gay Gran Canaria.

But alas, I was there with a straight friend of mine, and I promised him that I would keep my dick in my pants for the 5 days I was there with him.

However, we ended up walking through the Dunes of Maspalomas (by error) as we were trying to reach a certain lighthouse in Maspalomas and boy, did we end up bumping into some hot and heavy action taking place publically among the dunes. And boy, was my friend more than a little freaked out (to be honest, so was I).  Apparently the authorites know everything that's going on here, and have gone one step ahead of turning a blind eye towards the horny gay tourists (who are the biggest contributors in keeping the island economy running). They've provided markers and trash bags to dispose condoms as well! And after our eye-opening encounter, I came back and trawled the internet and found out all about the cruising in the dunes of maspalomas. It's non-stop action 24 hours a day 265 days a year.

Too bad my friend got freaked out. And no - I'm not into public sex :) well... sorta not :)

And I even found an older gay Indian gentleman who had been living there since twenty years! He owned a shop in the Yumbo and gave me a discount on souveniers! Ah - Indians love other Indians once they're abroad :)

Berlin, Berlin.

Okay ...

So in the midst of my summer romance, I kinda skipped posting a few things about Berlin. I was there on Gay pride weekend (coincidence), and did see a bit of the pride passing by (Christopher Street Day - They call it CSD). I think Berlin's the largest gay pride in the world - and man, was the pride parade massive?!

But one of the things that I was most surprised at was the cruising areas in Berlin. I mean; I've seen cruising areas in lots of places - but Berlin had cruising areas in the Tiergarten gardens in the centre of the city. And that city has a population of 3.4 million people and is the capital of Germany - and the whole location is not only central, it's right next to the segassaule and to the German parliament.



So there's guys shagging right next to the German parliament. (okay, 500 meters away). Pretty astounding. Wonder how long it'll last.

As for me; I'm not too into cruising (combination of I'm too much of a pussy, and I find it a bit icky). And I guess I'm kinda a hypocrite considering that I just confessed to having sex in a forest, but I'll have to say that was different. And it was my good ol' German buddy who took me there in the first place - and curious as hell, I went along - only to find that both he and I were never actually going to do anything there, but were both wanting to check it out.

Gay chicken? Indeed.

Berlin's over for now, But it was great. In my travel experience, with all of it's gay bars, districts, clubs and parties, Berlin is definitely the gay capital of the planet. And that includes it being far ahead of the Canaries I visited in May. And it's certainly not for the faint-hearted. :)

http://gaytravel.about.com/od/previewsofpridefestivals/qt/Berlin_Gay_Pride.htm

Summer Romance

Okay.

So I'm having a summer romance. Where I've spent 5 full days with my new German buddy. It's been amazing. The sex has been mind-blowing, and he's intelligent as well, and great to hang out with.

And I've done some crazy stuff as well - the kind I thought I would never have done. We had sex in public - on a beach as well as in a forest. And then we lay naked on the forest floor in each other's arms till it started raining and we had to make a dash for it :) But what's probably crazier is that I bought him a rose :) 'That's the first time someone has given me a rose', he told me. 'Well - It's the first time I've given a rose to someone,' I replied.

So while I was here in Berlin to get to the downright kinky, I've ended up in another direction :) Although, there are no borders with this guy and we venture into the kinky as much as we stay in the platonic. So watching porn, being with other guys, discussions of our darkest fantasies; they're all things I can share with him. But, instead of the mechanical fucking I'd associated with Berlin, I've ended up having a summer romance. "ein romantischer Sommer" :)

But, all good things must come to an end.

I leave Berlin tomorrow - and then it's back to dreary old England.

So tonight's my last night with him - and I intend to enjoy it as much as I can.

Obsession

Okay ...

So I'm in Berlin, and as mentioned earlier, the gay scene here is wild, raunchy and downright sinful. It's fairly easy to get carried away in the ocean of sex available in the city. But instead, I have become obsessed with one guy.

Yes. The same 31 year old German dude - and we've explored each other completely - physically and ideologically -  and I'm spending an unhealthy amount of time with him. And I'm loving it.

So basically - I now have a teenage-style crush on this German dude. Which is really bad considering I'm 27 now. And while I had sex with 7-8 guys the first day I was here, I have now been having sex only with him - which is unheard of in my mind.

I'm hyper-aware that my time in Berlin is limited; I'll be gone next week.

But till then - let me explore him a bit more.

Hardcore existentialism discussions.

Have you ever been in a sex-club and had a discussion on existentialism midst all the savage debauchery going on around you? Have you ever done it for 6 hours?

Well, I'm in Berlin and visited Sauna Apollo Splash yesterday. I had been warned that it would be full of old people, but decided to go anyway cause it seemed to be the 'international' place to go. And the sauna was amazing - facilites-wise. Rather impressive. But as expected, it was full of old people grabbing my brown butt. And they were pretty darn insistent!

But that was just for the first 15 minutes. I then met this hot 31 year old guy who was fascinated by me (overly so :)) And we had sex. And it was great. And he loved kissing which was amazing.

And that's when the saga of sex / kissing / discussion on life began. And the whole purpose on life intermixed with physical intimacy continued for the next 6 and a half hours.

There were other hot guys around, but I didn't wanna leave this amazing German chap :)

I usually never exchange numbers, but I did with this guy, and he's meeting me again today - with promises to show me around Berlin. We'll probably end up fucking before we do anything else, but anyways - Let's see how it all goes. :) 

Of Lazy Italians and Pride hopping Germans

Okay....

I'm in berlin right now - and with Gay Pride in Berlin this weekend, it's going to be a week of downright hedonism, indulgence and debauchery. Not that Berlin isn't 'over-sexed' already.

So  I visited Stahlrohr yesterday. Or rather, stahlrohr 2.0 as they call it. Stahlrohr translates into steel rods - so you'll get an idea of what this hardcore cruising bar was like - and they had and 18 - 28 years only night - which was amazing, since there weren't any old guys perving around. And I had an amazing time with a few german guys - including a huge group that got way too heavy way too early, and I had to back off.  I also learnt that many of them are Pride-hopping around Europe and the world right now: going from one Pride to another - basically just attending one pride after another till the summer got over.

I met one guy who had already been to Pride in South Africa, Tel-aviv and was now in Berlin. Next week he was doing Paris before heading off to Koln. This is how he described his pride summers: eat, fuck, alcohol and sleep. Not necessarily in that order.

Sometimes I reckon gay guys are waaaayyy too much!

anyways - I met this really annoying Italian guy - cute young guy who was 21 and wanted company to 'sleep' in the dark room cabins as he was tired.) He kept saying he was tired and would initiate sex and then just drop it off leaving me to do all the work - and I was like - I'm not doing this if you're just gonna li there). He then feigned (I say feigned because he I realized later that everything he had told me was a lie) that he did not know how to get back to his place, and that I had to help him catch the nightbuses. And good samiritan that I am, I did.

I though that he's probably wanted to get into my pants but was shy in a hardcore club like stahlrohr. But that wasn't the case. We actually went back to his place and he ordered me to take a shower. (which I totally didn't want to coz I didn't have a change of clothes) while he did NOT take a shower - and whenever I asked him to do something he didn't want to, he would sart talking in Italian and claim he did not know English. Aaaargh. and I was stuck at his place since it was 3 AM and raining heavily. And then we slept. SLEPT. As in no sex. And he kept pulling the one tiny blanket we had between us.

So here I am - back home to my own place in Berlin, and trying to forget the annoying Italian guy. And till now - I can't figure out what he wanted from me and why he wanted me back to his apartment in the first place.

So let this be known - though I might appear as if I'm glamorizing and sensationalizing sex all the time, in reality, I have terrible experiences quite often. Sex is sometimes great, sometimes okay, and sometimes downright crappy.

And I should go get some sleep now - In my own bed where I have an entire blanket and bed to myself!

Ciao!

Massage as a pick-up Line?

Ok. So I meet this much older guy in a sauna - and he complements me on my body. I thank him, but at the same time I'm thinking - that I'm a bit out of his league (yeah, I can be vain sometimes). And then he chats me up for a bit and then offers me a massage.

Now I've been to saunas before, but never had a massage - coz frankly, I don't have the money to pay for them. So i accepted his offer :)

He gave a mean massage - one with a happy ending. :) And he even tells me later, that it's a great tactic to get guys that are out of his league (his words) ...

But hey, if you've got masseur skills like that, you can definitely use that as a pick up line.

Embrace me?

Okay ...

So I'm in Budapest ... shagging all the gorgeous Hungarian men - and I've decided that Hungarian men are the hottest men in the world - move over, Czech guys. :)

But I had a few weird experiences - or maybe weird's not the word.

So these men, most of who do not speak any English, (except for rich German toursits that all think I'm a rent boy) seem to wanna have sex and then cuddle :) And some of them don't even wanna have sex - they just wanna cuddle :) (There was one guy who ONLY wanted to cuddle - no sex at all - not even kissing!)

Now I love cuddling, sometimes even more than sex, but I say it's a bit weird cause you're locked in a a sex sauna with sweaty naked guys cruising outside, and with dark lighting and techno music playing, and you're with a Hungarian guy who knows only 'FUCK ME' kind of English (vocabulary is limited to sex acts) but suddenly he says the words EMBRACE ME! And I'm like - 'woah! where did he learn those words?'

So what do I do?

I cuddle :)

For 15 mins or as long as it lasts :) Never say no to a good cuddle.

Ménage à trois without kissing?

Ok. I've had it with these open-relationship guys. I mean, these open relationship guys who don't kiss. I mean, what the hell is that about?

Don't get me wrong - I love threeways and threesomes as much as the next gay guy, and I do think that when you do it with couples, it's kinda hotter and tends to be more 'co-ordinated'. But I was in Budapest (btw, HUngarian guys are AWESOME - my new favorite - but more on that later) and for the third time in a single week I encountered a gay couple in a relationship who wouldn't kiss me. They'll kiss each other but not any other guy!

What the bloody hell is that about?

I mean, they'll fuck, suck, rim, and do every other conceivable thing (and some not so conceivable things) except kissing on the mouth. What the fuck?

And did I tell you I love kissing? No kissing = pathetic sex, for me.

So the third time it happened in Budapest, I simply said, "Well, good-luck to you guys" and stormed out.

And all you open-relationship guys - the no kissing others rule is stupid. Find some other activity that you'll only do with your special someone - like having chocolate ice-cream or something.

I suck at sucking cock.

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Gay paradise - kaiserbruendl

Vienna is beautiful. Pretty much so. But frankly, it's also kind of boring. But that was until I discovered kaiserbruendl.

kaiserbruendl is a gay sauna - wait let me rephrase that - it's way more than a gay sauna. It's a sort of a fantasy place actually - with a huge complex across many floors, splendid architecture, pillars, columns, paintings, an amazing restaraunt with fine dishes in front, and loads of hot guys. It's a dream setting to shag hot German (ok, Austrian - whatever) guys in. And I did end up having some AMAZING sex while I was there (and the guy at the entrance assumed I was under 23 and I got in cheap:)) - I know - I suck)

But the entire time I was there, (and was trying to memorize the layout - it's freaking huge and incredible and has everything in it! - including actual reading conservatories with two floor high ceilings), I kept telling myself I was so lucky to be gay to be a part of this. Truly a great experience. If you're in Veinna - definitely go to kaiserbruendl!

My only regret is that I was there on weekdays - so I missed seeing the bustle of the weekends - but whatever - will go back to Austria sometime. :)

Of Slovakians and Gypsies.

Ok. I'm back. And I've been traveling intensively since some time and intend to share about some of the bizarre experiences I've been having. So without further ado, let me begin from Slovakia.

So this was my first time there, in Bratislava. And it's pretty much a dump - should have not stayed there as long as I did plan to stay there. But anyhow - the sex was okay - and some of the Slovakian guys were hot.

In the midst of claiming that I'm still below 22 (I'm 27 now but they believe me:)) Now I've probably shagged every single nationality on Earth till now (okay - make that a half the nationalities on Earth - or maybe a fourth?) but I ended up having sex with a 'gypsy' this time which was probably a first for me. And darn - he gave me an amazing blow-job. (complete topic-change - but I HAVE to learn to give better blow jobs) Gypsies are of Indian origin aren't they?? - I think they claimed it themselves a few years ago. :)

Anyways - Bratislava is definitely not the Bel-Ami filled gay sex destination spot the New York times claimed it to be - but it is still very cheap. Visited Club Sauna Expert and Gay Club Apollon - and they're both meh. Go to Budapest or Berlin for sex.

Smitten !!

Sigh.

His name is Jakub Stefanov. Or Jakub Bandov. Or whatever other screen name he takes on. He's Czech. And he's FREAKING GORGEOUS. Sigh.

And I'm gonna stop salivating before my keyboard short-circuits on me. :(

Sigh !

Poppers! drugs! booze! bring it on?

And now since I do want to get back into slightly more active blogging of my sex life (and teach the little gays of India what I wish I had known when I was younger :D), and hope that someone gets something good out of it, I'll post another sleazy entry.

So what's with poppers? For people who are not aware of what they are, here's a primer -
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poppers

I mean, I was having sex with this Slovak dude recently, and he was totally into them. I've never taken them, and did not intend to take them, but he kept pressing them below my nose and asking me to inhale - till I finally got annoyed refusing and acted like I did inhale.

'First Indian dick in my mouth' he said gleefully after two more snorts.

'Not the first Slovak cock in mine' I retorted, before finally asking him - 'so what do poppers do for you?'

'Good for fucking. I like' he said in broken English.

So if you're looking for a moral in that story- please stop - there's none.

Or maybe there is one - if you don't wanna do drugs while having sex, and sometimes it get's difficult coz booze, drugs, and ciggies so easily tends to get clubbed with sex - especially anonymous sex - DON'T. if you really wanna try it, go ahead, but don't let anyone force you into something you don't wanna do :)

Back To Prague

Ok. So it's been almost 2 years since I last blogged. And now that I'm trying to come back to this blog, and after spending a lot of time trying to retrieve my username and pasword from google (yes google, it is me - please dont make me fill i another unreadable captcha :( ) I'm finally in. And then I find 300 emails of advertisements and link-exchanges and other blogs ' sites being advertised on my blog - NOT FUN!

I noticed my last post mentioning New Jersey (though actually, I was in New York the whole time) and I've moved again. But more of that later. I find myself back in Prague for a 2 week vacation and man! - the sex is awesome!

Back to Babylonia and Labyrinth - though they don't ask for my ID anymore, so I must look older. (awww :( ) And the czech guys are as hot as ever!

So anyways. I spent a good few months getting in shape and really stressing out on my body before coming to Prague. And then I met this beautiful yellow blonde, grey haired boy here - and suddenly it all seemed worth it. Much later, after some interesting stuff happened, and I realized that beautiful boy could speak English, I heard from him that he had looked at me and had considered me a rent-boy.

I was like - what do you mean?

He was like - well - you looked so young and your body is like, you know ... so I thought you were a rent boy.

Believe it or not - that's the sexiest thing I've heard in the last 2 years :)

More to come later!