Eh

Today was a long tiring day of cramming a lot of information into a new employee's head; he was rather skeptical of a lot of the way we do things, which I found rather tiresome-- dude, you just started, learn a bit about how things work before you criticize it all-- and at the end of the day I was pretty wiped. My colleague's wife offered to cook dinner for me, which was nice; I saw she had fresh broccoli and all you can get in the restaurants here is fried potatoes with everything. So I definitely wanted to stay. But last night I had set up a cockworshipping session with a handsome young man on Manhunt; he seemed pretty hot to trot and I really liked his face. I would have to rush through dinner to meet him at the time we agreed on at my hotel, but I knew I couldn't do that and accept a home cooked dinner. So I asked him if we could go a little later, fully expecting that to be some kind of trigger for it not to happen. But he seemed OK with it. I had dinner, got some freakin vitamins/roughage, and made it back to the hotel pretty early. When I texted him he said he'd get ready and leave right away. I guess Portugal is being kind to me and my genitals! But in the end, he was a bit heavier than his pictures-- nothing crazy, just far on the cubbish side for my tastes, though he was just as handsome as the pictures, with another one of those beautiful Iberian beards. I met him out front, and we went up in the elevator chatting a bit, and made out in the room, and he sucked and sucked me, and I came in his mouth, and he swallowed me eagerly, and there was a lot of kissing while he made himself pop too-- which was only accomplished by squeezing his nipples alarmingly hard-- but eh. Maybe the other night completely blew the curve for any sex I will ever have again. Or maybe this rather depressing introduction to our new hire has dampened my joie de vivre. But eh. It was nice to get off, but I think I will get a pastry and go to bed. I hope tomorrow goes better with this new guy at work… sigh.