The Nightingale Outside my Window

I arrive, penthouse filled with light, white, open, elegant in the 80's way things are here. Handsome, aging but who isn't, still very nice body, lovely dick, wanted me to suck it, doesn't bareback, that's ok. It's enough, I'm happy to taste it, take it down my throat, pulls me onto a fluffy white bed under an angled ceiling shoved up into the roofline; tall windows run the height of walls and across sloped ceiling, filling the room with light like a warm, snow covered meadow on a sunny day. A balcony, garden blooms through the window, cheap Christmas garland wrap railings for privacy. He pulls me into the whiteness, sinks back into layers of pillows and down, like falling into a snowdrift, beckons me to suck that beautiful, hard dick and I do, gently, just touching the tip with the edge of my tongue, delicately brushing it across his piss slit before wrapping my lips around the head, warmth of my wet mouth slowly working its way down the shaft until teeth

On naked holiday in Maspalomas, spent a lovely day hiking the dunes and the beach nude, got a little too much sun so the following day opted to hang out at the hotel, spent time by the pool, playing with a few day visitors, entertaining enough but nothing worth writing about, took a nap and awoke hungry near dinner time, was still too early though so decided to do a bit of shopping before.  I’d seen an ad for an Italian gay erotic shop, thought to check it out as well as the Boxer store already seen at Yumbo, the enormous open air shopping and entertainment complex across the street.  Maspalomas is strange in that way resort towns are, kitschy, tacky, cheesy, in your face advertising trying to lure tourist dollars to restaurants and shops, like Palm Springs and Fort Lauderdale, filled with the aged, retirees, gay and straight. Old people are drawn to warm places. Yumbo with its colorful miniature golf course, neon signs, goofy character sculptures and odd fountains, is no differen

Hasenheide Another sunny day, another naked park, this time it’s Hasenheide, a good size park, easy train ride from home.   In addition to sunning my dick, I need to buy weed.   Weed dealer number one is “taking a break,” whatever that means; unavailable in that way weed dealers often are, arrested? No, he responds still to text though intermittently. Out of stock? Possibly. Who knows? Anyway, I’m nearly out and the only other option I’m aware of are the Jamaican guys in the park.   I’ve never bought weed from a stranger and as a rule, don’t, which is why it’s never happened, but I’m in a foreign country with few contacts and the only one I know won’t help me, so I head to the park, hoping to find what I’m looking for, not get mugged or spend 40 euro on a bag of oregano.   I figure, it’s early in the day, broad daylight, I can distinguish weed from other green things pretty well, and according to online accounts, this is how most people acquire it with no accounts of robbery, mu