Sex therapy in Saxony
by Julian LeMont on Jul.29, 2010, under Travel
Ready for fun at the hotel
I have always had a liking for hot young Saxon boys – walking along the pedestrian zone in downtown Dresden, Germany, my eyes have always locked in on the local boys there, handsome as they are in uniting the best of slavic and germanic facial features and physical stature.
Most of them do not self-identify as gay, but are nonetheless a delight to look at and dream about – and many are not quite as straight as they may seem at first glance. As a local friend once observed, when they ask for possible bisexual adventures along the lines of “Would you be interested in screwing my girlfriend?” -what they are truly after is another guy to screw them. So although not officially gay, many hot young saxons happily go both ways and are notoriously repressed closet cases just waiting to explode with passion.
Ready for Saxon Sex Therapy
On a recent visit to central Dresden, staying right next to the famous Frauenkirche, I ran the risk of turning repressed and neurotic myself after seeing a parade of young saxon studs flaunting their shamefully good looks on the Neumarkt square and on nearby Weisse Gasse. So I decided to go on a date with a local boy, who turned out to be surprisingly assured in his gay sexuality for being a Saxon and knew all about the local scene or lack thereof. A studly guy in his mid-twenties with a slender toned look and blond hair along with slavic facial features, he instantly took a liking to me and vice versa. We went for food and drink on the Weisse Gasse restaurant lane, watching the other locals and basking in the relentless beauty of the Dresdeners. My date and I looked great together, and anyone with any sense of “gaydar” could easily spot the strong gay sexual energy radiating from our unity – and as we strolled from the Weisse Gasse towards the Altmarkt Gallerie Mall, that’s exactly what happened, as we walked past a handsome swimmer-type boy in his early twenties – and heads turned, glances were exchanged and laughs followed. We decided to stop to see what may ensue – and he stopped too to turn around and talk to us. We knew such attraction was rare on the streets of Dresden – and decided to follow up on it.
Julian hosting the hotel event...
I had to return to my hotel through a secret back entrance in an adjacent restaurant to avoid bumping into unwanted elements in the hotel lobby – my 2 dates then met me near the elevator and we had to use my key card to go up to my floor – I still had a bottle of wine in my room- perfect prelude to what was to follow. We popped the cork and toasted to the enormous luck of having found such like-minded kin on the streets in Dresden – and such sexy Saxons they were – both toned, muscular yet slender and hung. Particularly our third party was a grower, and once he got hard, his huge throbbing cock was so beautiful we both had to take turns riding it. In the course of several hours, we were all three able to take turns being top and bottom with all of us equally eager to get pounded – just fascinated by our respective muscular bodies, sexual energies and tasty skin.
Ready for action once and for all!
After hours of frolicky intercourse, my bed was spewed with our many cumshots and the floor was covered with condoms, lube and kleenex looking like a warzone from the Battle of the Nations. So in the shadow of Dresden’s famous landmark Our Lady’s Church – one of the greatest Saxon sex therapies of all time relentlessly unfolded – and with such graphic detail, it will be a memory for a lifetime. The sexual pleasure it gave us along with the assurance that Dresden CAN be gay and fulfilling all the way- has made me appreciate Saxony more than ever. Encounter, engagement and exchange – even at such basic sensual, sexual and interpersonal level, has a culturally enriching impact on us that is bound to mark us and become part of us forever.
No ordinary Monday night
by Julian LeMont on Jul.22, 2010, under Travel
Whenever my need for some serious R&R beckons, I like to head over to our local club, preferably on an ordinary midweek night, when it is not too busy and I can truly focus on relaxation, sauna and steam sessions. In between rounds of sauna, it is nice to chill, chat with the staff or acquaintances over a drink or go online to surf the internet for a while. Of course, many other visitors to the club do not share my outlook on sauna relaxation and mostly have sex on their minds. Not that I am against it, but I never go with just sex as my main mission – instead I enjoy getting pleasantly surprised if and when in deed more materializes at the club than just an innocent wellness evening.
So one Monday late afternoon I decided it was a perfect night for some innocent R&R at the club, headed over there around 6pm and was greeted by GÁBOR at the front desk with a smirk. We had been innocently flirting with each other for some weeks since he started working there – a handsome Hungarian in his mid-twenties, constantly sleep-deprived by his two jobs at a local hotel and here at the club. He told me that with the summer heat, almost noone was at the sauna that evening – and I replied this is just how I like it – so I can rest, relax and unwind. As the evening progressed, a few visitors did show up – but it was overall pretty quiet. Just as I was half way into my 3rd round at the sauna, and half asleep, the door opened and a tall young stud entered – for a second I thought it was a mirage or illusion from the heat. But he was for real, and quite bored in fact, as apart from myself, only 2-3 older guys were still at the club. The attraction was instant – and although R&R was my top priority, I certainly don’t miss a perfect opportunity if it presents itself. So I left to shower and then we followed each other around the premises for a while, until realising we had lots of pleasure and attention to give each other that evening. Yet neither one of us really likes anonymous groping in the dark or the dim red light of a cabin – and since I felt like more jacuzzi, we wound up in the water together – in perfect view of the entire clientele – not too many other guests were there any more that evening, but our behavior was nonetheless a bit on the exhibitionist side.
At first I was a bit reluctant, but since it was relatively quiet, I let myself get carried away with my new stud, who turned out to be American, just completed his university studies in Hungary and on his way back stateside leaving from Budapest. I guess my many years exposed to gay porn circles and previous wonderful experiences with gay porn stars have always made me appreciate the esthetics of graphic detail and my American stud shared the same passion. So we started friskily and joyfully exploring each other to the max right in the center part of the club – occasionally an older guest would walk past us and try to join in the action, but we stopped and showed no interest and even had to push a few away.
But then GÁBOR walked in on us. I stopped immediately, since after all he is working staff there – but he just smiled, looked carefully to make sure no other guests were around to watch and unzipped his shorts to whip out his huge throbbing Hungarian cock – and before we knew it, we engaged in an unprecedented threesome – right there in the sauna & wellness section of the club – and with the club’s very own staff. Whenever an occasional guest would appear, Gábor quickly pulled back, but by 11 pm the club was truly empty and only the three of us were left there. So we were able to actualize our wildest visions and sexual fantasies, taking turns sucking each other – and pounding each other in numerous positions at different venues of the club – in the sauna, jacuzzi, under the showers and by the bar – it lasted until closing time – 2 am and by then, we had tried out and enjoyed every inch of each other’s bodies and savored the true taste of our multicultural Hungarian – American – German encounter. Gábor and my American stud shot 3 incredible loads – and every scene was better than porn – worth capturing visually for posterity in its overall esthetics and graphical detail.
As we left the club at 230am and walked together along Raday utca en route to Kalvin Ter for some late night food and drinks, we burst into laughter and I could not help but marvel at how different a Monday night this turned out to be. When you least expect it to happen, life can be full of surprises – and it may change for good how we look at the most ordinary matters. Since then, I have never been able to seriously look into Gábor’s eyes at the front desk without a mischievous smile of conspiracy – and have never thought of the club’s wellness area in quite as innocent and restful a way as I used to.
When real life porn offers itself, take your chances, and live every graphic detail as if it were on film forever.
My own private Palm Springs Porn
by Julian LeMont on Jul.16, 2010, under Travel
Palm Springs as we love it
The first weekend of November has always been marked months in advance in my calendar for our annual pilgrimage to Palm Springs Pride. It is a highly symbolic and meaningful time of year, as it marks not only the last official pride of the season, but also a precious rare occasion for us to meet up with friends gay and straight from all over the Southwest, including San Diego, Los Angeles and Las Vegas.
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Out in the desert
Even the drive to Palm Springs has become a profoundly spiritual ritual for us, as we usually opt to take the isolated scenic route via Cima Road and the Kelso Dunes rather than the busy Interstates 15 and 10. The spectacular sight of fields of Joshua Tree Cacti, huge valleys of emptiness and the vastness of the beautiful Kelso Dunes provides us with the perfect prelude to a magic and memorable pride weekend. Upon arrival in Palm Springs, the usual visit to local gay venues, the pride festival at Sunrise Park’s Baseball Stadium culminating with the Parade on Sunday morning on Palm Canyon Drive are all highlights of our symbolic stay during Pride here.
Ready for fun in Palm Springs
One year we opted to stay with a local Palm Springs friend rather than at our usual hotel. He was among my friends’ closest high school buddies from their childhood days in the deserted and impoverished agricultural areas around Blythe, California. He had made an early move to Palm Springs and was well settled in a nice home with a gorgeous backyard, pool and jacuzzi. Although his home was quite centrally located and within easy access to all areas of gay interest during a pride weekend, it was surprisingly quiet, and refreshingly shady there, a nice and much-needed break from the scorching desert sun, intense even this late in the year. Even the sight of his home and backyard conjured up erotic images of gay porn movies, as so many of them are produced in precisely such venues throughout the Coachella Valley.
We arrived by late Friday afternoon and once settled and rested, decided to head out to dinner and for drinks at Hunters and Toucans, both among the most popular gay hangouts in town. Fortunately we arrived at Hunters early enough to avoid hour-long lines later that evening. It was already crowded, a nice Euro pop tune was playing and luring guys to the dancefloor, and the energy was upbeat and cheerful. Being somewhat an introvert at heart, I usually feel slightly uneasy and intimidated by such circuit party atmosphere, and tend to avoid getting too close for comfort with some of the cruisier and intoxicated party boys. Time and again, someone tried to grope my behind or admire my pecs and compliment me on my outfit. Fortunately at first I had the company of my Las Vegas buddies- for a while at least, as gradually each and every one of them disappeared, one smooching with a Los Angeles hunk on the dancefloor, the other out smoking with friends on the terrace, and yet another had left with a new conquest to a hotel room.
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getting naked in Palm Springs
Just as I was starting to feel truly uneasy and out of place, my eyes met with a hot young Latino hunk. We instantly smiled at each other and knew the attraction was mutual. Following a cat-and-mouse game throughout the premises at Hunters, we wound up talking on the terrace and basking in the closeness of each other’s presence, as the venue became packed to the limit. A Los Angeles native born to Puerto Rican parents, he was bilingual and we kept switching between English and Spanish. Eventually my close Las Vegas buddy and our local host reappeared and were introduced to my new beau, with both giggling in slight envy and disbelief at my luck to have landed the most gorgeous Latin boy in all of Hunters.
Our local host was not only generous, he also had a solid background in all matters related to the gay circuit scene and porn industry, and upon second inspection of my new hottie admiringly said he was too hot and handsome to just be a “normal Latin boy from LA“. Yet he happily invited him to join us as we drove back to our host’s beautiful home nearby. To my surprise, we were then told my host and friend were leaving to run some errands for a late supper, both giving me a slight wink and smirk with all it was meant to entail. Within minutes my Latin stud and I found ourselves alone in this gorgeous desert home, and knew we had to seize this very moment.
more action in the bathtub
His overwhelming sexual energy, shameless good looks and young, toned body along with his huge package left me in a state of both awe and fascination – and the attraction was mutual. What was to follow ranks among the most graphic, esthetically pleasing and passionate acts of love making I had ever experienced to that point. The illuminated pool and jacuzzi provided the perfect lighting and setting for the unison of our two muscular wet bodies, an attraction so strong it resulted in several intense moments of mutual pleasure unprecedented and amazing for both of us. I had seen many a movie using similar settings and plot lines, but starring in my own private Palm Springs porn and with such an incredibly hot and hung Latin stud as my partner in such splendid desert oasis, I felt as if in gay porn heaven.
Our attraction and sporadic unions lasted for several years thereafter, and he did move on to become a major player in gay porn circles. He continues to radiate the same explosive sexual energy, although since then his looks have become more mature, self-assured and confident. I still continue with our annual pilgrimage to Palm Springs and have since learned that the Valley’s greyish desert mountains, deep blue skies and green palm trees provide an oasis setting both special and timeless for releasing and living out some of our most intimate desires.
Out by the Jacuzzi
What takes place time and again both on film or otherwise on the premises of neatly-landscaped homes and resorts by illuminated pools and jacuzzis is far from pornography as “just a dirty business“. For me the very same scenic presence in Palm Springs has just as much an uplifting and liberating moment, providing a both unique and powerful venue for our wonderful journey to sexual and spiritual self-discovery.
Double servings of Czech dumplings
by Julian LeMont on Jul.08, 2010, under Travel
Fabulous Prague Czech Republic
Julian ready for a double serving of Czech dumplings
My attraction for the Czech grew even further when I discovered and registered for the local gay dating portal www.iboys.cz – the overload of beauty and hormones was tangible in almost every profile, and I increasingly managed to write entire phrases in Czech in an effort to communicate with my new potential mates. This is how I met Tomas – the total epitome of a sexy slavik boy – and just how I like them: slender, well-toned and with a face both boyishly innocent yet masculine, and equipped with a beautiful thick throbbing cock. Interestingly, what most fascinated me about Tomas was his air of innocence and ebullience, and he had among the most beautiful tender eyelashes I had ever seen on any human being. So needless to say, I fell entirely for my new Czech mate – and he seemed to feel the same. So over a period of several months with my many stays in the Czech capital, Tomas and I spent significant time together, enjoying each centimeter of each other’s body and giving each other maximum pleasure in the process. He did point out, however, he was “seeing someone on and off” and “things were tricky”, particularly regarding their living arrangements. Yet these confessions never seemed to keep us from touching and enjoying each other over many many weeks and months.
Can Julian handle 2 Czech cocks?
Matters turned considerably more complicated though, when modern text messaging became involved, which Tomas used to do preferably free of charge from Vodafone’s czech website www.vodafone.cz. And it was during that time that he seemed slightly “scattered”, trying to accommodate too much at once, that I received a sweet message from said website with him apologizing and cancelling one of our nights together. On the website it is necessary to enter the messenger’s return mobile number, and in this case it was a new one I did not recognize. Naturally assuming it was Tomas, I wrote back to that number and was surprised to find out it was someone else’s. In the course of several exchanges it turned out to be Tomas’ boyfriend – JIRI, who also uses vodafone.cz for text messaging and whose number was left on the website when Tomas wrote and forgot to change it.
Yes HE CAN (take it all)
JIRI seemed hardly surprised at his boyfriend’s escapades, and explained to me in Spanish, our mutual common language, that he too loves Tomas dearly and believes in his integrity, but that time and again, new secret details were emerging surrounding Tomas’ many other lovers, and also several gay porn activities. At first I was shocked, as innocent and wholesome as he always appeared to me, but increasingly the tides turned and I felt ever closer to JIRI and the newly emerging details regarding their rollercoaster, gay soap opera type of relationship. So after spending the third evening talking to Jiri over drinks at Valentino’s gay club in central Prague, we wound up spending the whole night together and I was yet able to find out that he too was stunningly gorgeous naked and was even more hung than Tomas. We felt strange doing it, but thought it was our right to enjoy each other in a sort of secret alliance against the ruses of his mysterious innocent-turned-porn star boyfriend.
Julian just before the double serving
Several months passed by until yet another one of my visits to Prague and I had been writing and communicating with both Jiri and Tomas following their mutual drama and infidelities. Jiri and I decided to fool Tomas by setting up a date and have Jiri walk in on us – it was arranged at their mutual apartment in the ZIZKOV area of Prague. I met Tomas at the Novy smichov shopping mall, more handsome, hot and wholesome looking than ever – he seemed stressed and rushed though, but assured me he had all night to spend with me. We took the tram over to Zizkov and went to their apartment with Tomas assuring me that Jiri was out of town visiting family. As soon as we were inside, we ripped each other’s clothes off and made up for months of lost time. But the passion seemed even greater with both of us knowing there were deep hidden secrets on both sides, secrets we were longing to uncover, learn about and move past. And then the main secret – JIRI- came walking right in the front door just as Tomas was inside of me watching each move in the living room mirror. Jiri tried to look surprised, and we thought a major fight would erupt between them. But Jiri’s familiarity to me gave us away and before we knew it, we started engaging in one dramatic, unprecedented threeway, the most intense I had experienced for years.
made perfectly for double pleasures
Just a few weeks prior to this Prague visit, I had rewatched the double penetration scene of OUT OF ATHENS and increasingly became curious as to what it would feel like. This was my best and most promising chance, as I climbed on top of slender Tomas, who started pounding from below, and JIRI then seized the moment to insert his huge czech cock above Tomas’ to make for one huge load of czech dumplings inside of me. Painful at first, I began to enjoy the friction of both cocks inside of me. Their movement was limited, but the mix of pain and pleasure was more intense than anything I had experienced before. And being so hopelessly at their mercy, I began to understand that the partners in crime in this whole scenario were actually Jiri and Tomas, who had carefully planned this from the very beginning to gain a maximum of pleasure for all three of us while giving me the double penetration I had longed for ever since setting eyes on both of them.
Summer memories of a country boy
by Julian LeMont on Jul.01, 2010, under Travel
Julian in the great outdoors
Many of us know about the trials and tribulations of growing up gay in rural environments, and most of us could not wait to turn our backs to the narrow and repressed mindset in our small home towns to seek fulfilment and actualize ourselves in more liberal urban settings. And following years of growing up repressed and neurotic, many of us may have fantasized of bringing that very fulfilment back home to the countryside to reach closure in our struggle to find ourselves sexually. Few of us, however, may stand a chance of reaching such closure, unless we move to these rural parts with a lover or life partner we found elsewhere. I thus never had opportunities to meet and be with someone back in the rolling hills of central Germany, where I spent most of my adolescent life.
Julian ready for a rural summer
That was about to change one summer, when I came for an extended family visit during the time of the summer solstice in late June, the most beautiful period of the year due to the long daylight hours, lush vegetation and cool, fresh nights. I had made contact with various local guys ahead of my arrival, not expecting much to become of it, since throughout my young life I had never met anyone within a 100 mile distance from my family’s community. Among my new local contacts, one stood out – a young, well-built German stud of Turkish descent, second generation Turk, in fact, since his parents arrived in the 1970s during the guestworker period of Germany’s economic miracle. He was sexually ambigous and confused, but sexual he was, oozing sex appeal from every pore of his lean, dark-tanned body. To finance his university studies, he danced at a straight local night club in BIELEFELD, “metropolis” of Eastern Westphalia, and hardly an exciting place. The only problem was distance, as his home was still a good 2 hours or so from where my family resided. We thus agreed to meet half-way in the conservative catholic city of PADERBORN, the epitomy of everything we ever ran away from and hardly the venue for openly homoerotic fulfillment.
ready for pleasure
We continued into the woods by car for as far as possible, parking at the most remote corner and continuing our adventure by foot for about 500 yards until we reached an opening near a small creek. Surrounded by thick forest and overlooking a small meadow with cows and with truly noone to be seen for miles, we knew this was the time and place to live out our sexual fantasies, as we set out to engage in timeless hours of unbridled pleasure in various venues nearby – between trees, on the meadow near the cows, in a deserted wooden tree house used by forest rangers and hunters. The unprecedented sense of graphic detail present in each scene and action was worth remembering for a lifetime by its sheer extraordinary esthetic appeal. Our sense of ever-new exploration and adventure knew no boundaries, as we continuously discovered new venues for love-making and more ways to give mutual pleasure, reaching several moments of sexual fulfilment I had never experienced or anticipated, much less in such otherwise repressed rural environs.
Rural Pleasures await....
Since that summer, I have never again thought of the countryside as repressed or´neurotic, as I began to understand that repression is felt and exercised by humans and not nature. The deserted unspoilt countryside in fact has its own liberating momentum. Wide, untouched fields, meadows and forests can provide the perfect backdrop for subverting rural repression, transforming consciousness and helping us to finally reach closure while getting closer to and finding our true sexual selves.
Julian and the Turkish Twisters
by Julian LeMont on Jun.24, 2010, under Travel
Julian waiting for his Turkish Twisters 
Blue Mosque, Sultan Ahmed, Istanbul
Many many a unique anecdote could be told about gay encounters in Istanbul, including digging through thousands of Istanbuli gay men’s jackets at TEK-YÖN one New Year’s Eve at 430 am after my date lost our mutual coat-check ticket. Another favorite story is about visiting the hellhole of a sauna just off Istiklal, full to the max with ugly hustlers preying on an even uglier clientele. The old fat guy at the register turned out to be the owner or “madam”, and he quickly realized I was far hotter than any of his cheap ugly Anatolian hustler guys – so he did some emergency calls and sure enough, thirty minutes into my sauna visit, an incredibly hot, young, Turkish stud appeared right next to me in the dry sauna. Go figure, but needless to say, I had plenty of non-paying ways to get entertained by local Turks – so TEK-YÖN was on my program again later that night.
Julian in black & white for his Istanbul adventure
So I arranged a date with a a nice local boy, an Istanbuli living in Canada, and met him at Taksim to go to Tek-yön for a drink before deciding to head to his house nearby, just inside the slum-like neighborhood on the other side of Talabasi Boulevard. I was a bit reluctant at first, but the house was close enough to the main street and was totally refurbished and protected, so I felt safe. My date, a slender well-toned guy in his mid-20s, was getting ready to have “supper” with his “roommate”. explaining both of them worked at night and thus had a different eating and sleeping pattern. His “roommate” was even hotter, masculine with just the right amount of body and facial hair, and sparkling green eyes, so sexy on a darker-tanned guy. I sampled some of their late-night food, followed by lots of wine and a smoke.
Hot action with the Turkish Twisters (no, no BB! 
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Despite my earlier fatigue, I increasingly became more alert yet relaxed – was it the cozy atmosphere, or the 2 hot Turks or the wine or the smoke? Possibly all of them, as I started passionately kissing with my Canadian Turk and soon found myself underneath both of them, eager to show me Turkish hospitality to the max. They took turns pushing me in ever new positions and venting their unrelented lust. It was another moment of almost incredible sexual passion and fulfillment. There was only one faux-pas: As our Turkish hospitality duo was about to explode in lust, my head got twisted in a less desirable position and several years of chiropractic treatment were left in shambles. We continued our passionate lovemaking and were able to reach unprecedented fulfillment, but since then, I have had time and again plenty an effort to make with my chiro friend trying to get the demons of the Turkish Twisters out of my neck.
Hungarian Summer at Palatinus
by Julian LeMont on Jun.19, 2010, under Travel
Foam Party at Palatinus - with the local boys
After a long dreary winter, nothing better in Budapest than to enjoy the outdoors during the warm summer months. Riding my bike along the Danube, basking in the sun at gay-owned CAFE MYLORD by the Szabadsag Hid (Freedom Bridge) and visiting the many spas in town rank among my favorite summer activities. There are 123 thermal springs bubbling in and around Budapest alone, and they feed several wonderful spas with outdoor swimming. During the summer months, however, only one outdoor pool particularly counts as a great place to relax, watch the boys and meet some hot Hungarians – it is the PALATINUS pool on the famous Margaret Island. Gay life in Hungary is quite different from the western-style circuit scene in the US or Western Europe. Among the queerest places in town, we find those not officially considered gay and thus hardly listed in any gay guides. PALATINUS is a case in point, as it attracts heaps of attractive young people and boasts a men-only and women-only changing, shower and recreation area, including an all-nude men-only suntanning terrace. Needless to say all of gay Budapest young and old flock here in the summer, and the atmosphere could not be cruisier.
speedo display at Palatinus
For years during the summer months, I have been going on my pilgrimages to Palatinus for great thermal water swimming, watching hot local boys and possibly meeting some of them up on the tanning terrace. Any visit to these Hungarian pools is highly ritualized, as most still use an old fashioned locker system with personal attendants, who run all over with keys to secure lockers and hand guests a numbered metal plate. Many of these locker room attendants already appear gay, but most are obese older guys and hardly worth worrying about. Once valuable personal items are locked away, swim gear and towels can be brought up to the terrace to occupy a lounge chair – on a sunny hot weekend, for instance, many a time they run out by 1 or 2 pm – that’s how popular the tanning area is. What is to follow is a never-ending parade of beauty, guys flaunting their stuff with or without swim gear, walking back and forth between their lounge chair, the various pools downstairs and the showers. That is where usually the cruising ritual starts and often leads to more under the showers in more remote corners, or better still in the nearby bathroom stalls. It is possible to enjoy a perfectly relaxing Sunday this way, basking in tons of homoeroticism, swimming in fresh thermal water often followed by a happy end with a handsome hung Hungarian.
Julian at Palatinus
Over the years, I have met many a hot local stud at Palatinus, but mostly involving innocent flirting, cruising and bantering. One Sunday, however, I rode my bike early along the Danube and arrived by 10am at Margaret Island and the pool grounds. It was a spectacular hot and sunny summer day in August, around the Hungarian National Holiday (Aug 20th) and Palatinus was celebrating in style with a huge Foam and Pool party. It was not an officially gay event, but as the day progressed, more and more gay Hungarians arrived at the outdoor pools and paid an extra 1000 Forints admission to the special pool party. The big late summer bash was organized by one of the main radio stations, and in the course of the afternoon, tons of hot young people began playing in the smaller foam pool, drinking at the nearby bars, dancing inside and outside the water to club tunes and playing ball or chatting with friends inside the pool. There my eyes met with a handsome local boy, I had previously seen weeks before at a local club. Our eyes immediately locked and our respective friends even noticed that we could not hide our mutual attraction. What then followed was a long and erotic cat-and-mouse game throughout the premises of Palatinus, from the foam party grounds to the other thermal pools, up to our towels on the tanning terrace, where we stripped nude and I could admire his huge bulge.
Julian at Palatinus showers
As the afternoon heat gradually subsided and the spectacular chill-out phase started, the foam party was still going on strongly. Overall, however, many pool visitors had already left the main premises and my Hungarian hunk and I knew this was the perfect moment. We kept chasing each other around as far back as the shower area, where sulphur-rich thermal water churns out of rusty old pipes to make for a relaxing massaging shower experience. During men-hunting peak, each of those shower stalls would have someone showering, watching and stroking his stuff, mostly less attractive older guys though. This late on our foam party day, however, it was quiet already and only one other guy was there and got ready to leave. Before I knew it my stud assertively pushed me into the most remote part of the shower, ripped my speedos off and started licking all over my body. The eroticism of this moment was explosive and highly dangerous, as at any time, someone could have walked in on us, including the very own Palatinus pool staff, routinely checking on shower action, as this place has always had quite a reputation. Yet the danger added to our passion – the mere thought of some hot pool attendant catching us and then joining us, made the Hungarian porn-scenario even more attractive and steamy. We took turns discovering each other’s lean, tanned muscular bodies and I could hardly take all of his huge bulge all at once. The unforgettable scenario lasted for a good 10 minutes until we heard voices and had to take a break.
Budapest in summertime
We agreed to meet outside the pool entrance by closing time, however, and then continued our passionate love-making in the nearby park areas of the Margaret Island, again with considerable excitement and danger, as many couples and joggers were still walking the premises of this beautiful park this late in the evening. We managed to find a secluded spot, where we were able to finish what started so wildly during Palatinus’ foam party, taking turns licking, sucking and then pounding each other relentlessly until finally releasing each other’s loads in firy passion. It was among the most unique erotic and culturally rich experiences I had had in years, and the epitome of how hot yet different gay life and sex can be in Hungary compared to elsewhere. My hung stud moved on to become a major star on Hungarian television, mostly known for his great dancing performances and shamefully good looks rather than his singing skills. Whenever I go back to Palatinus in summer time or watch his face on a billboard or on television, I am fondly reminded that I was able to get a slice of the hottest part of Hungary before it ever became mainstream.
Desert Sundays at Lake Mead
by Julian LeMont on Jun.14, 2010, under Travel
One of the reasons we used to love life in Las Vegas was the unique air of surreality of both its urban landscape and surrounding desert scenery, both unparalleled anywhere else in the world. Just before the peak of its urban boom and way before the days of distasteful overdevelopment, it was possible to enjoy Sin City’s 24/7 action, yet drive a mere 30 minutes out into the desert for total peace and solitude. Red Rock Canyon was not yet near the city limits, and Lake Mead actually had high levels of pristine drinking-quality water (and no, that was NOT in the 1970s). The Valley of Fire was a great day’s getaway, as it still is to some extent today. The rest, as we all know, has changed irreversibly, although it is still possible to escape into spectacular desert scenery for solitary moments, just further away than 30 minutes and with much more traffic. Being a relatively shy introvert at heart, I truly enjoyed weekly getaways to the magnificent Mojave Desert nearby and that included regular Sunday outings to the gay-friendly lakeshore areas of Lake Mead.
To avoid both crowds and sizzling summer heat, I used to leave town bright and early around 730am to drive Boulder Highway down to Lake Mead Drive in Henderson and then enter the Lake Mead National Recreation Area roughly where today’s Lake Las Vegas developments can be found. No Park Admission fees were charged back then either. Heading north on the Lakeside Highway towards Overton and the Valley of Fire, the view opened up to the lake itself and the multiple shades of the surrounding desert mountains flickering in the morning sun. After passing several washes about a few miles following the Sunrise Mountain/Lake Mead Blvd turn-off, a dirt road opened up towards the right, pointing the way down towards the lake shore across several miles of rough, almost 4-wheel-drive terrain.
The path ended in a parking lot with usually no single car yet arrived for the day and only the occasional overnight camper van to be seen. From here, depending on the water level, it was a 10 to 15 minute stroll to pristine lake water bliss, and to several trails in the surrounding shrubs, which used to get quite busy with cruising men later in the day. I thoroughly enjoyed the quiet and solitude early on a Sunday morning though, as it allowed me to lose track of time, meditate, swim and float on my air mattress watching the blue blue desert sky and the various shades of the mountains on the horizon. As the morning progressed, more nudist sun worshippers would arrive and the air of unspoilt peace would gradually give way to playful and distracting cruising rituals, not seldom culminating in happy endings. So in more ways than one, the heat would build and following a nice cold Coronita by the lake, it usually became necessary to escape by late lunchtime to avoid the scorching afternoon heat.
One Sunday morning, I had just set up base by the lakeside, updating my journal and watching some sailboats far away in the distance, when I noticed another car arrive with 2 studly guys in their 20s. A car this early on a Sunday was already unusual, but 2 hot guys getting ready to swim nude in the lake, now that almost felt like a mirage. They smilingly settled within close proximity to my towel, and my surprise knew no boundaries when I recognized the more built of the two as a regular pool player at our local gay hangouts in the Las Vegas “Fruit Loop”. I had previously been flirting with him on several occasions basking in his unrelenting sex appeal. Each time, the sexual energy between us was so intense and tangible, it got me rock hard just when our eyes met. No wonder his “sexalicious” aura, as it was dubbed by critics, was to lead him later to a remarkably successful gay porn carreer. His boyfriend, by contrast, was slender and less endowed but made up for it by good energy, his otherwise good looks and his uniquely friendly, personable nature.
Throughout that Sunday morning, I was no longer able to “meditate” and unwind, distracted as I was by my 2 new Sunday morning lake buddies. They brought chairs, and seeing my sexalicous hunk pose naked on the lounge chair with the backdrop of the lake and the desert mountains truly was priceless. Add to the scenic beauty the still unsubsidingly strong sexual energy between us, spilling over to and envelopping his boyfriend as well, it seemed like the onset of an unforgettable porn movie scene. Yet the increasing summer heat and occasional new arrivals kept us at bay.
When the sizzling desert heat reached its peak and our hunger for lunch and more became unbearable, we decided to leave together, drive back to Henderson to stop at a Taquería on Lake Mead Drive – a ritualized pilgrimage stop for many a lake visitor due to their magnificent tacos. Following lunch we then dropped off my car near UNLV to drive over to their apartment on the West Side near Sahara and Decatur, where over a period of timeless hours we we able to finally actualize our wildest visions so teasingly insinuated to by the lakeside.
All three of us shared a genuine passion for graphic detail, which made many a scene from that day both in and outdoors a truly spectacular sight memorable for a lifetime. And each time I go back to Lake Mead to seek solitude early on a Sunday morning, I see the spot where my nude sexalicious hunk posed in his chair and feel the same sexual energy fill the lake shore again. As I bask in the vast emptiness of the lake and desert, I increasingly understand that fulfillment and solitude/longing are but two sides of the same coin. In fact, they complement each other just as beautifully as the waters of Lake Mead and the desert mountains of Southern Nevada.
Julian & the 3 Slovak Stallions
by Julian LeMont on Jun.10, 2010, under Travel
Whenever in gay circles SLOVAKIA is mentioned, the name usually conjures up images of hot BEL AMI boys engaging in uninhibited pleasures in various post-communist settings both urban and rural. For real-life Slovak gays, however, even their capital Bratislava with only half a million people is hardly exciting. Nearby Vienna may offer some occasional relief, but many a Slovak gay boy tends to enjoy a quick weekend escape 3 hours East to Budapest to make up for their more mundane daily lives back home. And so in addition to its usual array of horny Hungarians, Budapest regularly witnesses an influx of handsome sex-hungry Slovak boys seeking fulfillment, and showing no inhibitions in their quest to achieve it.
Cabo Passion on the Rocks
by Julian LeMont on Jun.06, 2010, under Travel
Above PLAYA DE DIVORCIO near Cabo San Lucas
Passion & Sex above the Beach
Wanna join me above the beach?
Julian LeMont
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