On The Red Line Heading Downtown
In the afternoon, Handsome and I decided to go downtown
We took the Red line train from Harvard Station
The train stormed through the underground tunnels like a cock being thrust into an ass canal
Inside the train, Handsome and I were holding hands
We were happy we'd found each other, happy we'd found love
We'd almost given up, thought we were incapable of loving and being loved, thought we were emotionless
But Love found us
As we were heading toward the Park Street station, a group of Buddhist monks danced past our seats chanting 'Jai Guru Deva Om'
At that moment we looked out the window at the opposite train speeding past ours and saw the reflection of our souls sitting in its seats, looking back at us
On The Common
We walked past the crowd, up Summer street and Winter street towards Boston Common, where the lustful bodies of young men of militias once trained
Bathed by the hard Springtime sun-rays, we bought little gifts for each other from the street vendors; a hard-cover book about Coco Chanel, small fold-out maps of Boston...
Here, the tunes of street organs filled the street
There, the voice of Maria Callas emanated from a nearby FYE CD store and spread throughout
All was illuminated
We breakfasted at the 'Aujour d'hui' on 200 Boylston, on the second floor of the 'Four Seasons' hotel, overlooking the park
We headed to the Common
The sun had just come out from behind the clouds
The weather was warm, a warm autumn afternoon
Shirtless young men were stretching or playing on the grass
Some were blond like cherub angels
Their bodies were hard and firm like flowers
We also took off our shirts and stretched out on the green grass and gazed at the bright blue sky
The rays of the sun caressed our bodies
The warmth of the sun bathed our naked torsos
The cool breeze kissed our erect nipples
We sat there silently and savored the moments
Parkman Bandstand
We got up and headed toward the Parkman Bandstand, inside which I danced pirouettes for my lover, balancing on the fin of a mechanical shark
Soldiers and Sailors
We visited the 'Soldiers and Sailors' monument on Flagstaff Hill, overlooking the skaters on the Frog Pond
I told Handsome that the exquisitely phallic monument is dedicated to all the gay soldiers and sailors who found love among each other and against the odds
I was lying, of course...
We crossed Charles street to the Public Garden
The Lagoon Bridge
We crossed the Lagoon Bridge
We went on a Swan Boat ride
As our thighs rubbed against each other, they caused my cock to grow
"The Angel of the Waters"
We bowed to "The Angel of the Waters" statue
Commonwealth Ave
We strolled down Commonwealth Avenue hand-in-hand, admiring the Victorian mansions and townhouses, gardens and statues
He stole a kiss from me as we passed under a blooming steel magnolia tree and my cock became hard like steel
The mere sound of his voice, his wanton voice made me hard
We prayed at the First Boston Unitarian Universalist Church, where the Bishop sanctified our love by placing his palms on both our heads as we knelt before him
We turned left on Dartmouth and again left on Huntington
Up Mass. Ave
We walked up Mass. Ave
The afternoon sun made the pavement and the bus stops and the people otherworldly
We reached the Mass. Ave bridge and went down to the Esplanade
Christian Science Center
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Skywalk Observatory
We viewed Boston from the Skywalk Observatory
We walked all the way around, his hand in my backpocket
As we were bathed by the afternoon sun, overlooking the Charles , the Esplanade and MIT, we locked our lips, there , in front of everyone to see
Berklee School of Music
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Mass Ave Bridge
The rays of the afternoon sun were glistening on the surface of the Charles
The cruel summer sun bathes our bodies
The dinghies were gliding on the water
We headed down to the Esplanade
A shirtless young men with an exquisitely shaped triangular back passed us by, jogging
The Esplanade
We walked the expanse of the Esplanade, the warm sun hovering above us
We passed the Hatch Shell
Saint Anthony's Fire
Went to north end today to find paul revere house - stumbled upon st Anthony festival, were a statue of St. Anthony was covered with dollar bills, paraded and placed in a makeshift shrine for people to worship - many italians
Cafe Graffiti
We took our coffee at the Cafe Graffiti in the North End
We slipped, I and then he, into the bathroom, where Handsome 'took' me from the 'south end'
When we sat down in our wooden chairs, Handsome whispered in my ear so that it was slightly audible to the nearby customers 'Did I just FUCK you in the bathroom?'
When we where finished we wrote on the brick wall 'H + X = L.F.E.'
Boston Architectural College
Next we strolled down Newbury Street to the Boston Architectiral College, which was designed in a quiet "Brutalist" (my baby took me aside to a cool, shadowy corner and fucked me brutally, it hurt, I ached and I ached for him, his cock filled my asshole real good, it felt so good against my pulsating prostate) manner - exposed concrete in and out (our souls were exposed to each other, like our bodies, too, he fucked my brains out), light-filled studios (all was light, all was serene, all was pure, time stopped, it stopped for us, for our love, our immaculate love) and a nicely sculpted stairway (like our sculpted, hard bodies)
The Proctor Building
He walked down to the Proctor Building, which enthralled us with its elegance and charm
So enchanted was I, that my right nipple stood erect and Handsome had to lick it to give me some temporary relief from the aching beauty I was feeling inside
Beacon Hill
...and there we were on Beacon Hill, our hearts: breaking; forced to glitter, forced...TO BE GAY
Then, we strolled around Beacon Hill, and walked across Acorn street, the most photographed street in Boston
This is actually a private way and considered dangerous to cross, but we CROSSED it anyway, hand in hand, heart to heart
House Of Odd Windows
Handsome and I visited the House of Odd Windows on 24 Pinckney Street
We pondered on the oddity of our love flourishing in a time of adversity and anguish
But then again, as they say, pain binds you closer to people than pleasure
Cambridge and Grove
We walked down Cambridge street and sat at the Au Bon Pain on the corner of Cambridge and Grove for some coffee and milk
We had some milk and then I sucked my baby's milk out of his cock under the table, while the sunshine bathed us from outside the window
North End
Handsome and I visited the North End today; we had pastries at Dr. Pasquale's pastry shoppe.
As we were in the middle of our pastry, Dr. Pasquale hurried out of the kitchen and with a worried face told us 'You're in danger, children, your love is in danger'
We strolled down makeover street, stopped at Mama Maria's for lunch.
The angelic, fat Mama Maria came over to our table and warned us 'You're in danger, m children, your pure love is in danger - the hideous Dr. Harrison is plotting against you'
We stopped at St. Leonards Church, the first Catholic Church in Botolph, and prayed outside in the Peace Garden, overlooked by the statues of the Saints
All Saints Way
My baby and I passed by All Saints Way in the North End
We knelt down to pray for our love, pray that it would last
The cool breeze from the alley of the saints sanctified our love for Eternity
On The Waterfront - Long Wharf
He offered me a long-stemmed rosa rugosa rose from the bed near the Waterfront
I kissed his hand as I took it and then he shoved it up my ass with the thorns and made me bleed profusely and made my heart bleed as well - bleed with love
Then he fucked me, fucked me hard up my bleeding ass until he eviscerated me completely and as the intestines hung out my bloody ass, I thanked him - for loving me so hard
Custom House Block
There, at the edge of the Custom House Block, looking to the open sea, the cool sea breeze blowing through our youthful soft hair, we blew each other - we blew each other hard, baby, in celebration of our youth and vitality
New England Aquarium
We visited the New England Aquarium, where we kissed deep -with tongue- in front of an exhibit of sharks and piranha fish, as a studly, shirtless seal trainer was doing his thing one level below
Ames Building
As we were strolling by the Ames building in downtown Botolph, Handsome and I, we noticed a handsome young man standing under the Romanesque arch at the entrance of the building, a tall, built, young man, with a yummy orange sweater, black tie, white shirt, and black pants and shoes
Handsome f*cked him right then and there in front of the building as the passerby s looked on unaffected. The young man then whipped out his cock and stuck it in Handsomes ass. That's how Handsome lost his virginity
State Street Block
Handsome and I visited the State Street Block building, one of the most beautiful buildings in Botolph
Its impressive Italianate detailing and vigor reminded us both of the detailed vigor of our young bodies
We stripped right there and then, in front of the admiring public and stood naked in front of the Block
Both our erectile tissues were engorged with hot blood
Handsome's immaculately white manhood, which measures at nine inches, was upward curving and traversed by thin blue veins resembling the blue waves in white marble
We just stood there, immotile, like the cilia in Kartagener's syndrome, like two perfect neoclassic statues, out immaculate youth frozen in time
At The Old State House
Today, Handsome and I headed downtown to visit the Old State House, where the Revolution began
We kissed lightly as we stood outside on the 'Freedom Trail' plaque
We strolled inside the museum hand-in-hand, we marveled at the cocked hats and the phallic bayonets
He bought me a collection of commemorative revolutionary farthings and schillings, as a memento of our visit and our love
Government Center Plaza
Handsome fucked me so hard, brutally, outside the New Brutalist City Hall building, relentlessly, I yelled, I screamed, I gasped, he fucked the air out of my lungs, I bled out of my lungs, he was relentless
We visited the concrete-lined plaza of Government Center, where the Howard Athenaeum once stood
This theater featured the first Italian opera ever performed in Boston
By the 1900's, the 'Old Howard', as it came to be known, featured vaudeville, burlesque and eventually, striptease
'That's how buildings decay', Handsome told me '...before they die...'
'It's the same with people', he continued, '...with men - their bodies whither and die ad sometimes they haven't had the chance to use them for pleasure'
He pondered for a few seconds, before adding 'Isn't it wonderful we found each other to fuck, before that happened to us?'
I nodded
I thought of the old closeted gay man I'd met at Aardvark, who spent his whole life poring over specimens
What did he achieve?
He lost his vigor, his youth, his vitality...his chance; to find happiness in the arms of another man
And now he sits there alone in his office cubicle, still poring over specimens and drooling over any young man that happens to come into his office
Or I remember that other established scientist, Head of the Department, Head of this, head of that - and all he really wanted (it was so easy to tell), was to give some head
I remember him bending over and directing his asshole towards me when I was in his office, unconsciously (or consciously ?), hoping to get fucked
How sad, how pitiful...as if a strange young man he'd just met, wold suddenly, out of the blue, strip off his pant and sodomize him
He married, fathered a son, done everything 'right', everything his circle expected him to do... and he was unhappy
Because all he really wanted was to break loose of that circle and join a jerk-off circle with other men
But he didn't, he lost his chance, his time, his allotted sex-slot
Anyway, in that hollow plaza with the perfect acoustic, which reminded me of Handsome's hollow asshole, in front of the courthouse, I sang to him, I sang 'O mio babbino caro' from Puccini's Gianni Schicchi, wrapped in a white linen tablecloth
Yes, white, because although we'd fucked so many times, we still remained pure, our hearts remained pure, even though our asses may have been violated and our cocks drained again and again
The cool Springtime breeze circulated in the hollow plaza and erected our already stimulated nipples, as the indirect sunlight bathed our naked flesh
Faneuil Hall
At Faneuil Hall we met up with this strapping young man, a native Bostonian (and you know how manly they make men in Boston), hard as a rock, abs, pecs, cock busting out from every which direction of his gray dress pants and blue cotton shirt, a true angel of a man
He fucked us both
We moaned and groaned and he just kept on ramming us with his meat stick, he was insatiable, just reloading and fucking again and again without even messing up his clean-cut black short parted hair
He worked for the CIA, he was a bad-ass mother fucker, he fucked us up REAL good
King's Chapel
We visited Kings Chapel on the corner of Tremont and School Street
I was taken aback by the beautiful organ in the gallery at the back of the Church
King's Chapel was the first church in America to use an organ
The one in the church today, its sixth, is the first mechanical action organ made in America in the previous century
Omni Parker House
Once outside the holy ground of the church, my mind turned to the erotic
That organ reminded me of Handsomes beautiful upslanting organ that glistens in the sunlight
We went across the street to the Omni Parker House and we fucked
Then we went next door to 'The Last Hurrah', the birthplace of the Boston Cream Pie, were Handsome fed it to me off his finger
The Boy in the Purple Jacket
As we were standing outside Borders bookstore and cafe, browsing the books on the outdoor shelves, I saw this stunning young man standing a few feet from the revolving entrance
A young man in his twenties he was...
He was with relatives, his parents perhaps...
He was tall and wearing jeans and a purple athletic jacket.
He had blond, wavy hair. Regarding him was like regarding the arrival of Springtime. It has as if he heralded the arrival of Spring. Such was the transforming power of his beauty, and although I'm straight, I couldn't help but be moved by his beauty
I remember this classmate I had in my final year of high school, with whom I was infatuated.
He was tall, dark and beautiful
He had penetrating, hypnotic eyes, a chin dimple, and crew cut, pitch-black hair
He looked a little bit like Harrison Ford, but better
His name was Achilles and he had beautiful long legs
The Irish famine memorial outside Borders Cafe reminded me how my heart hungered for love...
Macy's @ Downtown Crossing
We entered the Art Deco Macy's building at Downtown Crossing
We grabbed a bunch of clothes and went into the same dressing room
There, under the hot incandescent spots, perfume and powder suspended and gliding around us, we dressed and undressed each other throwing clothes in the air
The was a rainbow panorama of flying clothes twirling around us
I loved my baby so much, I loved him so much
It was the first time we'd ever touched and that made our cocks harden
Dinner And A Movie
We dined at the Locke-Ober and saw a children's movie at Loews movie theater at Boston Common, holding hands, our feet rested on the front row seats
As we exited the theater, fireworks were heralding the New Year
on the Common
The Berkley
After the pyrotechnic display, we left the Common and walked down Boylston street
We passed the magnificent Berkley building
The Solas Irish Pub
We warmed up sipping on some Irish coffee at the 'Solas' pub
Boston Public Library
Then we headed back to the Public Library, were a laser light was projecting wishes for the New Year on the Library wall
It was after midnight
There, outside the Library, sitting in the lap of the Statue of Art, under the pale white lights, light snow falling on our noses, we held each other and whispered for the first time:
'I love you'
I could feel the bulge of his cock against my asshole
The feeling was stranger than paradise
John Hancock Then I made a mistake
I whispered
something into Handsomes ear
He was shocked
That revelation signed the declaration of the condemnation of our sacred love
'La mia condanna ho scritto'At that moment, over half of the nearby John Hancock Tower's 10,000 crystal panes detached from the building and
fell crashing to the ground, like tears from the moon
Likewise, our love was shattered forever, never to be again
It was all over
'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... tutto e finito...'I ran into the night towards South Station in a flaming long red dress and took the first Peter Pan bus out of Boston
Free and Public WiFi in Boston, Cambridge and Malden that Support my Grindr App
BOSTON
-What Works
Xfiniti Wifi inside and outside Brattle Bookstore on West Street
Xfiniti Wifi inside Subway fast food on Tremont Street across the
Common
Rose Kennedy Greenway free WiFi near the Carousel
WickedFreeWiFi on Boston Common works but poorly (e.g. photos don’t
load)
Boston Public Library WiFi works
but poorly (e.g. photos don’t load)
-What Doesn’t Work
McDonald’s free WiFi on Tremont Street across from the Common
Anything at Kenmore Square (including Dunkin Donuts and McDonald’s
WiFi)
Note: in general, although McDonald’s free WiFi has excellent strength,
it does not support Grindr
CAMBRIDGE / HARVARD SQUARE
-What Works
Harvard Square Wifi around Harvard Square
Xfiniti Wifi inside Dado Coffee Shop on Church Street
-What Doesn’t Work
Starbucks WiFi
MALDEN
-What Works
Stop and Shop Wifi inside Stop and Shop near Malden Center
-What Doesn’t Work
Malden WiFi at Malden Center
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