THIS SERIES WAS FIRST POSTED ON BATEWORLD.COM IN 2011.
THURSDAY JULY 7, 2011
Pretty much all packed. More clothes than I’ll need, as always, (especially when I’m spending 5 days naked in Cap d’Agde), but I like to keep my options open, apparel-wise. We’re flying into Barcelona and will spend a few days there before heading up the coast into France. I can’t wait to get there, but the plane trip part of this adventure is a big problem. Me, claustrophobic, about to take three plane flights of 5, 9, and 2 hours, plus 3 hours of layovers, to get to Barcelona. I’ve never been a patient traveler, but this will undoubtedly break me of that or kill me in the process. On the plus side, being in four cities across the globe in one day is pretty damn cool.
I’ve got all my amusements packed for the flights and layovers. My iPod has over 7,000 songs on it, and my iPhone is loaded with movies and books. Not to mention the selection of movies on the flight from Charlotte to Munich. Today’s international flights have a whole selection of movies and TV shows to watch on the seat in front of you. I can’t imagine what it was like in the early days when they actually had to set up a film projector and showed movies on a pulldown screen. Were the flight attendants also film editors who could promptly splice together the broken parts of the film when it inevitably broke in the projector? “Ladies and gentlemen we apologize for the inconvenience, but we will be unable to continue our movie service for the duration of this flight. If you would like to continue watching ‘With Six You Get Eggroll,’ you will need to purchase another trip to Europe.”
Worst part of my plane trip–not masturbating for nearly 24 hours. I’m sure this diary would be much more interesting if I were one of those people who could jack off in an airport john. But I’m not, so I hope I haven’t disappointed you already. If it gets really bad then I might try it in the airplane john, but only if there are no lines.
SATURDAY JULY 9, 2011
Arrived in Barcelona after almost a day of travel. Now I understand jet lag. It’s like losing a day, and I’m finding it hard to adjust to the time difference.
After a long nap and a slow wank (in that order–fantastic orgasm!), we ventured out into the city. I’m fortunate to be traveling with a friend who knows some Spanish and has been here before. All the streets look the same. Most of the buildings in this area are about 9 stories tall. Really interesting architecturally.
We ate paella in a little cafe that had this sweet, funny looking pudgy bulldog walking around sniffing the floor. I ordered iced tea and got a bottle of something that tasted vaguely like instant tea with lemon, and no ice.
At another place earlier I had ordered a large Diet Coke with ice and got a 5 ounce cup with two ice cubes. It’s called Coke Light here. Their approach to soda seems so civilized. It’s more like having an espresso, rather than the huge ice-filled thermos-sized options you get in the states.
The crowds are pretty daunting, this being the tourist season, and it’s hard to tell who is a local and who is a tourist, but overall I find the people casually stylish and without pretense. The amount of man candy is overwhelming. I’m not really into young guys, but there seems to be an endless supply of gorgeousness among them here.
Many of these men have a seeming mixture of both innocence and worldliness about them that is a big turnon for me. Dark penetrating eyes, very masculine but not overtly macho. The word swarthy comes to mind. They could easily fit into my pirate fantasies, if I had any.
I’m keenly aware of how much foreskin I’m surrounded by. I dated a guy from Barcelona about 15 years ago. He looked just like Antonio Banderas and his dick was huge, with a foreskin that seemed like it was about four inches long. (It was a whirlwind romance.) From what I gather via the internet, that’s not so unusual for the men here. I haven’t been stopping guys to ask them about it, but my imagination has been in overdrive.
My second day here is just starting, and I’m anxious to get out and see more. The naked wanking part of my adventure won’t really start in earnest until we get to Cap d’Agde, which I’m really looking forward to. I’ve been practicing for it though. Two days of sightseeing.
SUNDAY, JULY 10
Too exhausted to diarize. Leaving for Cap d’Agde tomorrow.
MONDAY, JULY 11
About to leave for France. Barcelona has been awesome. There’s no way to really scratch the surface of all the things to do here without living in the city, but the little I’ve seen has been phenomenal.
There’s design everywhere, which is what first drew me to visit the city. Smart, beautiful, intelligent design that works without being overwrought like much of the contemporary stuff I see in the US. The historical elements are fantastic, and that also what intrigued me about the city. I definitely need to return asap.
The people seem very laid back and friendly, and strangely enough it’s the women who made the biggest impression on me, people-wise. Many of them seem like the sort I like to be friends with. They seem to be genuine, intelligent and very spirited. In a way that I don’t see much of in the US.
After a day of sightseeing it’s been hard to get out again at night. The strain from walking makes it daunting to want to go very far. Fortunately, my travel companion likes to masturbate as much as I do. On Saturday afternoon during siesta we got back to the hotel and I started watching some porn online. He wanted to save himself for our planned night out, but I needed to cum, so he watched as I jacked off to the porn. He was wanking too, but didn’t cum. I shot a big load and slept soundly for a couple of hours. When I woke up I jacked off again while he slept. Ah, siesta. What an excellent idea!
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After he woke up and we had showered, we went out to dinner and had tapas at a local place in the gay district. We came back and jacked off some more, though I didn’t cum this time. Even with all this wanking I’m still behind schedule for my normal 5-a-day routine, but I HAVE had other things to focus on.
After dinner we went out to a gay bar that was having naked night. I was a little apprehensive. Although I love to get naked and I’ll jack off with most anyone, this place was pretty hard core and I didn’t feel very comfortable. I was hoping for one of those places like in London where everybody gets naked and dances their ass off, but it was more like a bathhouse, where nobody talked to each other and whatever action was going on happened in the dark. My friend was enjoying himself, though. I started wondering how many times people have slipped on the cum spots on the floor. It’s a unique hazard for that kind of bar, I suppose. I wonder what kind of insurance coverage they need for that.
Yesterday was all about doing the tourist experience. The Gaudi cathedral is un-fucking-believable! I’m not a religious person, but confronted with this visionary work of art I burst into tears. I usually won’t step inside a Catholic church, but in this case I made an exception. As a work of art it’s unprecendented and mind-boggling–a tribute to the power of artists to bring new visions into the world.
Gotta get going now. Naked beaches await. 🙂
TO BE CONTINUED
