You guys know that I’ve been suffering from blue ball syndrome lately, since I got back from Colorado I haven’t had anyone even glance at my cock let along touch it, stroke it, suck it or fuck it.

Yesterday I was up early, I did a stack of work, I went for a bike ride through Golden Gate Park and picked up some crab for lunch.  Then yesterday afternoon I was pretty bored with only college football on TV (most of my mates prefer college football but I like the NFL myself).  I was super keen to hit the town and look for something to ‘hit’ or something to ‘hit’ me but none of my buddies (I don’t have many here) were keen or more that they were all busy.

So, I had a few drinks, watched the first couple of episodes of the new season of Californication and commited myself to getting off my arse and going out.

I walked down Market St. to some bars that I know and I had a couple of drinks but flying solo was tough.  I spoke to a few girls but nothing much at all.

Then I decided, fuck it, I’ll head back up towards by house.  I didn’t find anything else on the walk back up Market and then I ended up outside the Lookout.  An iconic gay bar in the Castro which has a fantastic outside deck.  I’ve been in there a few times but hanging out in gay bars isn’t really my scene but I thought ‘fuck it’.

So I walked in, ordered a double scotch and muscled my way onto the deck to people watch over Market Street.

I started talking to a few guys and then I was talking to this one guy and when I said my name is Dave, he picked up on my Aussie accent and asked if I was Dave Evans.  This has happened to be a few times but it doesn’t happen very often – despite 12,000 unique readers yesterday and every day.  Turns out this guy (I won’t name him here unless he emails me and gives me approval) reads this blog daily and knew of my ‘blue ball predicament’.  Then he offered to fix it for me in the bathroom.

I’ve never had sex in a public bathroom, actually that is a lie, I have shagged a date at a wedding in the bathroom but it wasn’t like at a restaurant.  And, I haven’t joined the Mile High Club either (which I’d love to do).

Since I’ve been so horny I told this guy, why not.

When we got into the bathroom it looks like a few other guys had the same idea (not something I’m all that familiar with) and my reader/fan and I had to wait for a cubical to free up.  Once we were inside, he pushed me back against the door and got on his knees.

I’ve got a feeling that reader/fan has done this before, not just the bathroom thing but sucking cock before because he was rather talented.

After we finished I bought him a drink and then we parted ways – that is my kinda casual blowjob.

Now what is it, about 11:30am on Sunday as I’m writing this, I wanna suck some cock.  You guys know I’m horny as hell when I’m hungover!!!

I think I’ll jump on Grindr and see if I can offer up my oral talents – drop me an email if you are in the area.

I saw these pics the other day and I just HAD to share them with you.

This guy is gorgeous and he is obviously a swimmer by the looks of that speedo tan that he is sporting.

Goes to show you never know what someone is wearing under their jeans.  Last night I went to ‘The Lookout’ – a very very gay bar here in SF, being a Sunday night it wasn’t too busy but there were enough guys floating about (I didn’t call them fairies I promise).  I was wearing my black ADIDAS speedos under my jeans.

Later in the night I was talking to this guy at the bar and we headed into the bathrooms – as he undid my jeans he was pleasantly surprised that I was wearing speedos……

I’ve been catching up with friends and had a few big days of travelling recently.

Thanksgiving in the US is always good fun and my mosts really made me feel like I was part of their family.

Over the last few days I’ve had a drink on the deck of ‘Lookout’, lived near Alamo Square, had lunch at Cavallo Point after riding across the bridge and I got to go for a hike through the Muir Woods.  I’m pretty sure you guys will know where in the world I am……