Leaving the house at such an early hour is fun, and it helps us avoid a ton of traffic, but by the end of the day we are both exhausted. I made it to Portland in record time and began dropping MY LOVE off at various “beauty appointments”. While she did that I started shopping for her birthday, which is coming up very shortly. By the time we were done with all the things we had to do, it was time to check into our hotel, grab a bite to eat, and crash. And that’s what we did.
The next morning – two days ago – we got up at a more reasonable hour, checked out of the hotel, loaded up our vehicle and had breakfast before heading down I-5 South towards San Francisco. I drove the entire trip, and felt very little fatigue until the last 100 miles. By then I was just ready to be out of the vehicle. We checked in that night, shortly before 9pm, then dragged ourselves to a restaurant just long enough to get something to eat. When we got back to the hotel we managed to watch an hour of television before falling asleep.
The next day is noteworthy, if for no other reason than we went to a concert that evening, at the Fillmore. I finally got to see Jesus Lizard again after nearly a decade of them being broken up and busy doing other things with their lives. For a later post I will tell you a bit about them and I will probably have a few words to say about the show. MY LOVE and I thought it was fantastic!
Yesterday we checked out early so that we could take our time driving down the coast, on our way to Hollywood. MY LOVE has wanted to see Big Sur for a while so that’s the direction we went. I did not know that Big Sur was basically a scenic drive down the coast – I thought we were headed to a monument, or huge tree, or big waterfall or something. The twisting, windy roads made it so that I, the driver, got to see very little, not that rocks, water and cliffs are really that interesting to me. It was over 100 very slow, tedious miles that made the trip a real drag for me. By the time we checked in last night I was exhausted and very cranky. Once again we had just enough energy to walk around, find some food, then enjoy a tiny bit of television before passing out.
We are staying in the Andaz – a really nice place – and will be here for another week at least. I know that MY LOVE has a shoot in San Diego in a few days, and we’ll probably stay the night there, but we’ll be leaving the majority of our stuff in our room here. I really don’t want to lug all the crap MY LOVE brings along on these trips, to too many different hotel rooms. We’ve done it three times already…
Starting tomorrow I will be back to blogging, and catching you up on what has been happening. MY LOVE will be very busy and I’m going to have lots of time to write….
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We woke up yesterday to a dense fog shrouding the hill behind our house. I had to go and venture up there, to see if I could get "in it".
Can you see the poles at what looks like the top of the hill? That's only halfway.
Here I've made a little progress.
And here I am, at the pole, halfway up the hill.
Walk a little bit and look up to see how far you've made it... then look back down.
Trudge up a little further into the fog and then... take a look back.
The fog seems to be closing in on me and it's colder now... nothing but trees back there.
Now I'm nearly to the top and frankly, it's difficult to tell up from down in the pictures. Fog everywhere.
What a fun way to get some serious exercise and have fun doing it!
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On our second to last day in Honolulu, MY LOVE and I both went down the block to get pampered. She got a facial and I enjoyed an hour-long, full body massage. From a woman. No, I did not receive a happy ending. To be honest with you, it would indeed have been a wonderful way to end things, but this was not that kind of place. The massage I received was professional and well done. I felt wonderful afterwards.
I went to the appointment wearing my shorts, but no underwear, as I normally do. I did not expect to have to take anything more than my shirt and necklace off. When the lady asked me to get naked I didn’t hesitate. I lay under a sheet, on my stomach, and she began her work. It felt magnificent, but there was no denying it was also a bit arousing. A petite lady with tiny hands, rubbing oil all over my body… I know that I was at least half-hard most of the time. When she eventually asked me to roll over I did not have an erection though. I managed to be polite about my arousal.
It was more relaxing than anything. I played with the arousal, and the fantasy that she would just begin touching my cock without having to be asked, told or coerced. I knew it wasn’t going to happen so I could enjoy the thoughts without guilt or worry. Still, I couldn’t help but think how perfect an ending it would have actually been. Just those tiny little hands, oiled up and pressing firmly against my rigid prick. Nothing more than a few pumps with her fist and then she’d be discreetly catching my load in some tissue. Then a damp towel to wipe the oil from my cock, and leave me there to rest for a moment….
I’ve been to a professional massage therapist before, but it has always been a man. When I lived in Seattle I used to go to a gay guy who would massage me and then suck my cock to completion. Actually, he found that I tensed back up if he waited until the end, so as things progressed he began giving me head earlier and earlier in the session. I wasn’t paying him so I really didn’t care in what order he did things. When we were finished he’d give me a bottle of water and escort me to the door. I’d hop on my motorcycle and ride back to the house I was sharing with my four other roommates. I’ve never paid a woman to massage me, or give me a hand job for that matter. I’ve paid for blowjobs before, but that was all that was going on in those instances. No massaging, just straight to the happy ending. This was the first time in a long time - in Honolulu - that I had the hands of a woman on me, and it felt a bit erotic. Certainly intimate.
I am, of course, excluding the touch of MY LOVE when I state that I haven’t had a woman’s hands on me. Or massaging me for that matter. I get regular back rubs from MY GIRL, and occasionally she’ll put me on the massage table and give my entire body a good rub. She takes really good care of me, and it feels wonderful when her hands are anywhere on my body, but it’s not the same as the unfamiliar touch of a total stranger. And for an opportunistic predator like me, it’s hard not to get aroused by the feeling as well as the fantasy of possibilities.
The massage was wonderful, but it was also sort of wasted. Less than two days later it was all for nothing as I rode with hunched shoulders and horrible posture in the plane. There’s no getting around or away from the tension that I get from air travel. MY LOVE says I carry it in my shoulders and my stomach. She is correct.
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Food on the islands was expensive. I know that some of the markup comes from the cost of having to ship all of their goods in, but it was a bit over the top compared to what we are used to. Boxes of cereal that are regularly $3.00 in Oregon were $7.00 in Maui and Honolulu. A t.v. dinner was also somewhere around $7.00, and normally MY LOVE and I are cautious if we can’t get one for $2.00. I realize we’re frugal, and probably spoiled, but that didn’t change the fact that everything seemed to be way more expensive. We asked a few of the locals about the cost of living, and they told us that it was no different in Hawaii than it was in Washington or Oregon. Lots of unemployment, low-paying jobs and all that wonderfulness. It’s a place that depends heavily upon the tourists, and when they don’t come things can get pretty bad.
While staying in the “condo” on Maui, I guess we used the kitchen a bit, but when we got to the Aqua Waikiki Pearl on Honolulu we were definitely in a hotel room. There was a microwave, and we had a small refrigerator, but that was it. We were going to have to eat out a lot, and that is often a fun adventure for us. Trying new dishes, or finding a place that will cook up an old favorite, is part of the traveling/vacation experience for us. So we walked around a lot, looking for places to eat.
On Maui, the pickings were slim, but it was small compared to Honolulu. I cannot think of a memorable meal that we had while on Maui. The bigger city was quite different. On the first day, while walking along by myself, someone stopped me outside of a restaurant and told me that a party was going on there, later that evening. I’d passed tons of people throughout the day who were trying to hand me fliers with coupons to a cheap breakfast, or discounts on tourist activities. These people were insistent, but they didn’t have attitude. They tried to get you to take the piece of paper they were holding, or to stop and listen to their sales pitch, but they didn’t grab you or follow you down the street. And they didn’t say stupid shit as you walked away.
This guy who tried to stop me and tell me about the party was standing in front of a Western bar. I did not need to know another detail to know that I would not have a good time at any party that was held there, so I simply smiled at the guy, raised my hand and said, “No thank you.”
As I continued to walk away he yelled, “Have you been working out?” It was a strange sort of “jab” that I didn’t completely understand. It was clear he was throwing an insult of some kind my way, for refusing to listen to him, but I didn’t exactly get it. I thought this might be an isolated thing until I passed another guy, a few blocks later, who was yelling at a couple to “not go to Denny’s for a change.” Again, a sarcastic jab that I didn’t fully understand. Was the guy just mad that he’d been brushed off, or was this really the way these people were paid to talk to the tourists? Part of me was a little perturbed, and I wanted to confront someone and ask them what their fucking problem was? Did they think their sarcastic remarks were going to get them any business? It really bothered me for a while.
I heard a few other guys do the same sort of stuff, and I realized that they were indeed getting paid to stand out and say this shit to people. Perhaps they thought they’d shame folks into coming into their establishment by hinting that they were going to Denny’s, or some place of it’s ilk. That seemed to be the only reason for it. As I listened and heard the same phrases repeated, over and over again, it started to sound less personal and more like an odd and dangerous spiel. It had the potential to work but it also had the potential to spark anger in unstable people like me. I could just see some macho asshole taking what one of these guys was saying the wrong way, and wanting to show his buddies that he didn’t put up with that kind of shit. Frankly, if it ever happened I’d bet the guy deserved the ass whooping he got.
We avoided places that were giving out coupons and employed the men I’ve described. Some meals were as much as $70.00 and, once again, there wasn’t a memorable one in the bunch. That is to say, there were a few that were memorably bad, but none that we were eager to try again. We blew a big portion of our budget on meals that we really didn’t enjoy, which is a shame. It was actually good to get home and put some of the old familiar back on our plates, and in our mouths.
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I don’t think I ever set out before, while shopping, to find a wooden cock to purchase. Looking back, I can’t even recall if the first one I bought was the wooden cock/ashtray, or the Jamaican statue with the huge penis. All I know is, I left for Hawaii owning two wooden cocks, and when you’ve got two you might as well have three.
Shopping on the islands was pretty bad, as I’ve mentioned before. Swimwear, gaudy jewelry, overpriced knick-knacks and items made out of wood were the dominant choices. Souvenirs. You couldn’t walk a block – and this is no exaggeration – and not run into an ABC Store. It was a kind of all-purpose convenience store that you could not get away from. By the time we left Maui, I had yet to purchase a single thing, from anywhere. There was one adult shop with nothing of interest in it, and everything else was meant for the tourists. We were killing time on our last day, waiting for the shuttle that was going to take us to the airport, when we came across a store that was, frankly, quite a bit like all the rest. Some interesting jewelry, lots of masks and statues, things like that. By this time, I’d begun searching for one thing, and one thing only. I was certain that somewhere, amongst all the same, I would find the unique. My search ended in this man’s store.
He was a very polite gentleman. While he wrapped up the purchase, MY LOVE and I continued to look around, and soon she was holding a necklace that we both agreed would look good with the new white dress she’d recently purchased. The owner did not charge us tax, and he gave MY LOVE a set of earrings to go with the necklace. He also gave us both a Maui bracelet, like you see around the wooden cock. He told us that he was Korean, and an honest man, and I did not doubt him. He treated us with respect, and I couldn’t go without asking him if I could take his picture. People like this are a rare thing in the world and I want to remember his face. Here is a good man.
He asked us to e-mail him the picture but we’re going to do a bit more than that. We will also send him a link to our site, so that he can visit and see that we’ve written about him. Perhaps he will be pleased to find out we were touched by his kindness so much. We hope so!
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