During my time in Miami there were a mix of good and bad experiences...
Overall I realized that being surrounded by hot sweaty steroid injected muscle boys with small balls off their tits on g dancing to awful head thumping music isn't my idea of fun. I'd rather be in a bar with my friends dancing to Lady Gaga and having a laugh and doing tequila shots whilst eating haribo for that added sugar rush and enjoying the energy of the non sweaty friends around me..
Ok so how do I sum up 4 days in Miami in one post & explain my depression since my return? Well here u go...
So I arrive in Miami after a flight with a very sweet uk born Jewish girl (yes i'm not sat with my friend due to political reasons I won't go into). We have a lot in common, she liked my haribo and I munched on some of her muffin as we watched slumdog millionaire...
This pic was taken outside Miami airport- I love it!
So I'm in Miami for the gay winter festival. My friend & I had bought gold passes which entitled us entry to several parties including an odd leather/fetish one that we didn't go to...
So you'll be shocked to hear that I actually behaved in Miami -yes I was a good boy. Why u may ask? Well it was a mixture of reasons-the main one being that despite there being hot bodies in Miami and pretty faces, I'm looking for much more than that...
So we started our 1st night in a bar before heading to the club night. At this bar I see the 2 hottest boys I've ever seen. They might as well have taken 2 copies of Men's Health and done something magical to bring them to life just like in that movie weird science. They smile at me & flag me to come over.so I nervously approach them and we get talking. Within minutes they tell me "you're hot, wanna join us in the toilet". My initial reaction is that I don't need to pee, "we wanna get on our knees and blow you" the bigger hot tattooed covered lad tells me.
Tempted by the offer to sit back & relax, as these 2 hot boys are on their knees blowing me, their muscular thighs deep in this piss covered floors where tons of men that night would have entered to pee, take a dump, hump or do coke, I tell them I don't want to leave my friend & take a rain cheque... Damn though they were hot...maybe I am a lesbian...
Anyway, back to the trip...
So I went to several different parties: a club on the friday night, a pool party on saturday afternoon, another club on saturday night, a beach party sunday afternoon, and an awesome party on sunday night.
Ok so where do I start?...
The Circuit Party: Lots of rooms but as it was on the night before the pool party, it wasn't too busy as the boys were back in their hotel room eating protein and doing stomach crunches whilst deciding which vest to wear (which will come off in 30 seconds anyway!). Good music but I was a little sleepy after landing.
The pool party: How do I sum this up? Ok lots of muscle boys in speedos off their tits. So everyone's dancing around the pool- i'm a little confused why no-one would actually get in the pool though- a bit disappointing really...I was the only one drinking in the club. I'm approached by a group of 3 boys who I met in New York. They're friendly and live in New York, oh and hot (but they know it). After meeting them I was warned by my friend's friend who lives in NY also to stay away from 'the plastics'. Apparently they're fake and bad news...do they read this blog? Probably! But it all seemed a little bitchy to me so I ignored the 'warning'...
The Saturday night party (which I can't remember)...ok I actually don't remember this party so it can't have been that good!
The Beach party: Ok this was brilliant. I was given a VIP pass on arrival as the boys loved the british accent and had free access to booze. As the only drinker there no doubt, I was drunk within minutes and dancing on the podium. There were other hot dancers on there so we took turns... =)
Mansion with Offer Nissim:Ok this was my favourite evening party. I'm not a big fan of house music but for the first time I heard
Offer Nissim and fell in love with his/her music. Absolutely awesome.
The next pic highlights the hot sweaty disgustingly perfect sweat (because of G) overload dripping off some of these steroided bodies..
ok so overall I had some fun, but when I was out there despite being with crowds I felt lonely. It's the same when i'm in London, I have great family and friends but without having that special someone to cuddle me at night and keep me warm, eat my tomatoes when I don't want them in a restaurant, or feed me haribo as we're cuddled up to a movie...without that special someone, i've nothing. So my mission is to find it and fix ME! I won't ask you how as surely only I can work this one out...
The real question is - can you spot me in the pictures? Yes i'm in 2 of the above pics- but where am I? answers on a postcard please!
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