2003-09-20 -
I am in Ohio tonight, last night I had no idea where I was going to be and prepared myself to be settled (for a week or so) in Atlanta. You never know. Never. Ever. Didn't GI Joe used to say, "..and knowing is half the battle?" I know I want to be happy and planning fucks me up right now.
A fan writes:
Just wanted to tell you how much I enjoy and appreciate your diary. Of course, it's fun to keep up with your sexual adventures, but I like it even more when you meander and just talk about how you feel about life and such. Thanks for sharing your life with us. I know it takes time and energy and I just wanted to send a note of thanks.
I say:
How nice is that, that is so sweet. I am spoiled by so many comments like this. Gracias dudes! That is just the encouragement I need to keep up with the diary.
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I woke up late tonday. (Surprise, surprise right!?) and Brian was late for work. Well, not exactly "late" but it is hard to shower, shave and get to work in four minutes. So yes, in 5 minutes he would be considered late. He rushed around and I stayed in bad with the pillow around my head for a few minutes until I would be in the same situation.
I missed the plane. AGAIN! For heavans sake. Now I have 3 hours of downtime at the Atlanta airport before I head to Ohio.
I got online for a few minutes and a friend said, if you come tomorrow, I will take care ofr the plane tickets. COOL! I did not think he was serious, but I holding an AirTran direct to Akron in my hot little hands. Bon Voyage!
I will head back to Vegas before the 22 so I can be in my SCUBA training class care of my guy up north so when we get to Key West next month we can go right to swim with the fishies. YEA! I am the luckiest little mess on earth!
I always say airports are havens of lust. I am serious. I am waiting here at the Atlanta airport and I just watch the boys. Which ones are faggots? Let's play pick the gay boy out. I decided that I had to get something to eat, so I scraped the quarters out of my band-aid tin and headed to Popeyes. There are a tons of navy boys here, gate C10 in case you were wondering. Something about the clean white outfit and that hat. Also, while I was eating this small group of boys in suits came in. They had UNLV (hey, they are from Las Vegas! Yooo-hooo! Hey guys...) patchs on thier bookbags. Then I decided to smoke a cigarette. I hate smoking them, they small so bad. I went in the smokers louge and thought that I was a fish in a fish tank. There is this small room and then when you sit down the front is all glass. How do they legally get smokers in one room like that? I immediately turned around and left because I could not handle the smell. Well, that and the old lady who would not shut up the right corner about Wal-Mart and the price of airport cigarettes. Where were her teeth? No smoking for me. I think I just like the lighter part, flicking that solid metal with a flame that shoots out that can light up even the darkest of nights. Makes me want to get really close to Smokey the Bear and make his pee his pants when he sees me. Past that, I want to throw up. Gross. So my point in this paragraph is outfits. The cowboy with hot stubble sitting across from me, (GORGEOUS!), the navy boys, the UNLV business suit, the boy with the visor who just walked by, the older gentleman with a shirt on that buttons right up the front and has the top button unbottoned with a work identification on the breast pocket. I get these crazy fantasies in my head when I think of what I want that guy to do. In AND out of the outfit. Ready? What do I want to think of each of them at the aiport:
The navy boys: I went by the phone booths and all of the, all 7 were holding a white outfit with a black phone to the ear, they are all right handed. I want to see all of them drop thier pants, turn around and stroke thier cocks to a grand cum. (hehehehehe...
The UNLV suits: There were 4 of them. I think they were like debate or frat boys. Okay, so they are coming back from a conference in Atlanta. They were all in one hotel room since they (like me...) can not afford to get a bunch of rooms. They went out to the bar and none of them hooked up with a chick, so they all back to the hotel and when they went to change into thier plaid boxers for bed, and his cock hung out of the open fly when he saw the other boys chests. He started to jack off aunder the sheets and the others decided to help. Yeah, that't it. Now at Popeye's they are all talking about the "chick" they hooked up with last night. Right!?
The rugged cowboy: I want to see him in my bed with his hat on and his boots on. othing else. I want to see his dark leg hair go all the way up to his crotch and his stubble on his masculine face twitch as he shoots a load from his thick cock on the sheets between his open legs.
The corporate gentleman: I want him to go to the bathoom at the end of the termial. It is usually less crowded. I want him to go in the stall at the end with the most room. I want to see him set his briefcase down and me follow him into the stall and slide my hands up his button up oxford-style shirt. I want to pich his nipple and make him want to wince but know if he makes noise someone will know. I will make sure the briefcase hides my feet as I unbotton his pants and kneel in front of him and suck his cock like the big, mean, insensitive corporation sucks his time from him. Only my sucking will get something the corportaion doesn't.
*sports a woody at the airport terminal* Oh the imagination of a porn boi in Atlanta. I like to see males with males. Even if they are straight. I mean "buddies" are still hot. I know they are not gay. But something erotic about two "buddies" walking with each other to a destination through the thin and short industrial strength carpet. Then on the plane, they sit within inches of each other, almost touching bodies. ARGH! Okay, normal stuff should not bring these images to my head.
I want to have sex with Fred Durst and Eminem.
Today I know where I am going geographically, but my direction in life is still undterermind and unchartered. I just wait for someone in air traffic control to say "Flight 6969 on Brandon Baker Air - You need to take a 20 degree turn to [insert your city here] and my gay-ass pilot self says, see you in a few. " Onboard speakers call out, "Meals on this flight are served at ungodly hours, drinks are plentiful and no smoking please. Boys and girls are allowed to fly, but boys get to move about the cabin freely and with no clothes. Flight attendets? Heck, the pilot is fucked up enough, we make a wrog turn and may end up in Botswana. And departure times - non-existant. Like they matter anyway right?! Thank you for choosing Brand-air" I CRACK MYSELF UP!
Ack! The toothless, smoking lady is on my plane. In my row. My row. I own it. I think her last name is Clampett. *smile* Forgive me for being so judgemental. She just ordered 3 Gins. One went into her purse. Jeeshum. By the end of the flight, the flight attendants had to come an tell the guy with her to calm down. He was calling the black gentleman in front of me the "n" word and telling his how "his people" got smallpox and he was not making any sense but being OBNOXIOUS. I just wanted to get away from him before he said something to me and I went postal. It was crazy. The flight attendants had security waiting for him at the end of the flight. The toohless wife said is a plea-ful voice, "Just stop, I want to have some fun." (I thought, in Akron-Canton? Ummm... okay? Maybe they are into tires?) So he said if I want you to have fun, I will beat it out of you. That was enough, the security walked with him to get his bags and out of the airport. Lord.
I heard from Gina, my friend who works at the Pub in New Orleans. She is moving to Washington DC to be with her girlfriend. I like her. She is one of the sweetest guys (I mean gals...) I know. Depends on the day, you can catch her as a guy or a gal. (wink) I hope she keeps in touch with me.
I arrived in Ohio and met Muggs. We had a relaxing and "fun-filled" night. He re-arranged stuff to pick me up since I was late with the flight. He is a cool guy. Damn! He has a big and THICK dick. He has a neat house, it is all glass and a bit confusing to me. H-E-L-L-O what ISN'T confusing to me. But what looks like a floor to celing mirror is another door. The closets are in themiddle of the rooms, so there is much mroe room when you circle the closet on either side. NEAT. I am glad I caught him online last night, he is a very down to earth and cool guy. We looked at www.seancody.com and woo-ed over the hot straight boys. He is very straight acting and that is a turn on. He likes softball and has travels alot too. He knows Stonie too. I hear his name every once in awhile and I guess I want to try and introduce myself to him.
Take care and have a good one.
Brandon Baker - heading into a bright and cool (literally) day in Ohio...
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