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Is this your legit tumblr because I have u on Ig
I'm NOT "William Tommy". I just post some of his Instagram posts that I enjoy and know some of my followers would too.
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I want to hide in my bfs foreskin and never leave. I want to make a fire in there and lie on my Persian rug. I want to watch the real housewives of Atlanta in there whilst waiting for my greens to cook. I want to decorate the walls and put my xmas tree up in there. I want to invite my mother over to visit and see what iv done with the place. I want to attend foreskin university i want It ALL I WANT IT ALLLLLLLVGHKNCCGB
i wanna look inside your brain and find out whats going on in there
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Hi ~ I hope you are doing fine. Im actually a from Martinique and i wanted 2 go 2 Trinidad and spent a month there. So my actual question is : is it ok to 2 gay there like im not a outrageous guy acting out like a dramaqueen & having a gucci bag on his arms (no judging) but im openly gay, & i cant act like a str8t guy. so far in Martinique they deal with white gay travelers (but at 80%) but they are rude with gay Martinique guy is it the same at ur place?
Okay let me brutally honest. It’s absolutely illegal to be homosexual in Trinidad and Tobago in particular with our laws governing buggery. If my memory serves me right Sir Elton John was not allowed to enter our shores for the Tobago Jazz Festival some years ago because of this law due to his very public status on being gay. That being said, the laws are not usually enforced and there are a few gay men who do not hide their sexuality from the public. “Acting gay” or being flamboyant is frowned upon, but NOT usually met with violence – more so a spectrum from subtle sense of scorn to some level of ridicule.
LGBTQI persons in public office, mainstream media and notable businesses exist. Our people are generally amiable towards them and particularly in the tourism industry you would be hard pressed to find persons who are aggressively homophobic. I would encourage you to visit the islands with friends or family but be thoroughly mindful of where, when and with whom you’re expressing yourself. For further consideration: most alternative parties/clubs that exist in Trinidad are not exclusive to the LGBTQI crowd so they aren’t marketed as such, but these establishments exist and are well patronized.
Race rarely adds or detracts to the level of reaction towards the LGBTQI community. Being a multicultural society mostly everyone is discriminated equally. Lol. 😂
Car Troubles
Initially being from South Trinidad, in my opinion, one of its nicest aspects is its ever-evolving nature. It never fails to surprise you, at times, of the vibrancy in some of the conveniences available. From the growing number of shopping and dining amenities to the variety of quaint, yet serene natural spaces available to the public for rest or play. Sometimes, it’s really nice to “Stay to Get Away” – one of the main slogans surrounding the tourism industry of our twin-island. Even more notable are south Trinidadian personalities; which are usually more hospitable. They seem to usually be the embodiment of gentle smiles and active interaction and are always willing to lend a hand. Generally, most are more courteous in comparison to that of their north counterparts (of course with some exceptions) in the way they treat with you in their daily dealings.
One of my co-workers celebrated her birthday, and in true Trini-tradition, held an enormous birthday fete at her home to herald-in the birth anniversary. Extravagant decorations, well-stocked bar, prominent local-radio DJ, tiered birthday cake, commemorative party favours, outrageous party games, live performances, even fireworks; all seemed to be the marking of a grand jubilation of her excitement to have arrived at the big 3-0. In true southern hospitality ensured that every single guest even the party crashers were well entertained and taken care of. By the third tassa-drum induced, almost feral-like dancing session, my worn-out body decided it was time to head home. I received an army’s ration of take away food from her exceedingly gracious mother, and I made for my way beyond the lighthouse.
I noticed the almost 3am time as I powered up my navigation system to help lead me out of the one-car-width road unto the highway. My engine roared violently, and almost aggressively manoeuvred me along the unfamiliar route. By the fifth left turn I became a bit paranoid, it seemed as though Waze was sending me deeper south than releasing me to the recognizable highway. It did not help that a dark coloured, Ford Ranger kept furiously tailgating me despite my efforts to keep left on the narrow road to allow him thoroughfare. BANG! BANG! Were the thunderous noises my suspension and underbody endured as my left-side wheel succumbed to me stupidly pulling too close to the edge, and now finding my passenger’s side caught in a muddy boxed-drain. I cursed under my breath, switched off the engine and despite my desire to panic looked behind to see if the asshole in the van would finally just overtake and leave me alone. A bout of paranoia flushed over my face as the pick-up not only passed me but pulled to the side just in-front of my sedan. A genuine level of consternation swept over me as the driver parked, yet after several minutes did not exit his vehicle. None of my calls to any of my friends went answered as they were either still at the loud party, or asleep.
I reached over to the passenger’s side glove compartment to retrieve the insurance certificate which detailed the wrecking service available with my coverage. My heart leapt to my hand as an aggressive tapping pounded at my side window. The sinewy silhouette of a man in the dim moonlight amplified my dread as he hovered over my car.
I shouted, “I’m fine! I’ll call my wrecking service! Thanks!”
He tapped again on my window, followed by him bending down at my window’s level and greeting me with a smile. Aarav! I quickly opened the locked door to the familiar face. He was a guest of my co-worker with whom I was liming with at the bar of the event.
“What the fuck man!” I screamed at him, “you could have made me damage my car!” “Why were you bumpering me?”
“Richard, sorry man, I knew you weren’t too accustomed to here, so I was following you to make sure you got out okay, I didn’t know you’d have done that!”
He assured me that he could have assisted as he and his friends would help my car’s passenger, front wheel out of the small ditch. Upon his signal, two other guys exited the van in front me, one positioned himself into the drain and using a hand jack elevated the sedan, another fastened my car to the van and joined Aditya into the drain to push my vehicle towards the paved road. Aarav, quickly towed my car out to safety as we guided it sideways.
Congratulations were passed around, as everyone were impressed by their accomplished feat. Kelvin checked to see if there was any major damage to my vehicle and suggested that I kept being towed – just to be safe – advising I would need to have a professional body shop check it on Monday. Aarav agreed suggesting I hop in his van, assuring me his house was just 10 minutes away from our location and I could spend the rest of the morning there. We all removed out muddied foot wear and placed them in the tray of the van, Aditya then ushered me next to him as we took the careful journey to Aarav’s home. Kelvin upon arrival, used the garden hose at the front of the building to wash off his footwear and legs, he then rolled down his slacks. He greeted Aarav, Aditya and myself with kind gestures before making his way to his Mitsubishi Evolution for his way home. Aditya, the most polluted of us, started to undress to his boxers and told Aarav he was gonna try to get some of the drain junk off his body. Aarav apologised to me again and notified me that I could take the guest room’s bathroom and that he could furnish me a change of clothes if I needed. I shared my gratitude for his hospitality and despite my internal fury, granted him verbal assurance that I accepted his apology and advised that I had an outfit in the trunk of my car.
Aditya led the way from the garage, allowing Aarav to clear out his vehicle. He shared that he was spending the night and would be given a lift home in the morning, grimacing at the fact his vehicle had had radiator issues that morning but couldn’t miss the promise of a good party. He seemed elated that the night was ending on an adventurous note. I walked into the guest room, gave my salutations, closed the door, undressed and made a bee-line for the en-suite. The hot water calmed my mind as it made all evidence of the recent ordeal wash down the plumbing. A faint echo woke me out of the trance as Aarav speaking from inside the bedroom voiced his concern that I’d been in the shower for well over an hour, asking if I was alright.
“I think so,” I muttered.
Concerned, he asked if he could have entered the en-suite. I granted him permission, with which he found me sitting on the floor with the scorching water raining on me. Instinctively he slid the shower door open, took off the mixer taps, grabbed a towel and lifted me out of the shower. He laid me on the bed and tried to towel dry me covering me with other towels from the linen closet in an attempt to keep me dry. I faintly heard Aditya’s perplexed voice asking him if I was okay. I knocked out moments after.
I woke up that Sunday morning unsure of myself, the closed blinds and heavy drapes didn’t help orient me to the time of day, the only familiar thing next to me was Aarav lying next to me, and Aditya slumped on the single sofa chair positioned opposite us. I tried to slid off the bed, still drowsy and very hazy from my odd spell the many hours before. Aarav, shot up, propped by his elbows and chided my attempts to get up; telling me that I needed to rest. I suddenly became very aware of my nudity and made a visible effort to cover my groin with the piles of towels around me. Aarav chuckled and advised me that I didn’t need to be modest. He, however, got off the bed and helped me into my boxers which I had left on the dresser. He temporarily went to the kitchen to get bottles of water for us both and a dose of ibuprofen for my headache. Standing next to me, he too clad only in boxers, held my back as he helped me sit up to drink the water and swallow the white capsules. I was starting to feel a lot better, as it vanquished some of my disorientation. However, my awareness of the warm touch of his hand and the caring disposition of Aarav became the catalyst of embarrassment as I involuntarily started to tent in my underwear.
He placed the now empty bottle on the bedside table and jokingly addressed me.
“It never fails us, huh? Morning wood, even when it’s not morning.”
I flushed with sheer mortification, as I grabbed my groin in the hopes of hiding any sign of my impure thoughts and bodily reactions.
“I have a home remedy for this Richard. Call it southern bush medicine,” he teased.
My quizzical look seemed to grant him consent as he slid off my boxers to my knee and caressed his lips on the edge of my foreskin, pulling it down gently. He dramatically raised his eyes to meet mine and using his tongue inside his mouth traced the blood vessel at the back of my dick as he slid his way down my shaft. Frozen in pleasure and shock, I found myself dropping back as my hands felt like they no longer could support me. My subtle moans encouraged Aarav to press forward, my cock becoming more aroused and larger with every thrust in his mouth.
“You didn’t even invite me?” broke our concentration as Aditya questioned us both, now naked, and knelt on the edge of the bed, like a puppy waiting for attention, his dick pointing towards the action.
Aarav climbed onto the bed, spreading my legs for better leverage to continue with his attention to my dick. Aditya, didn’t hesitate at the gesture, as he splashed some of his precum around his dickhead and gently penetrated Aarav’s hole. Aarav screamed out with my dick still in his mouth. The vibrations of his screams engorged my cock even more, sending electric pulses throughout my body compulsorily lifting me and throwing me back down on the bed. With every thrust inside Aarav, he spared no devotion to my cock head with his tongue and lips as they both synchronized their motions with each other. Aarav’s pained moans were getting both Aditya and myself closer to the edge of bursting pleasure. Aditya, pulled out his dick, lifted and spread Aarav’s butt cheeks and in a show of lust started eating Aarav’s hairless ass.
Aarav clenched his mouth tightly around my cock and with a huge slurping sound, retreated himself towards my foreskin releasing his hold on me. He then pushed my legs upwards with his shoulders, so that my feet sat next to my ears. He traced his nose on top my balls as he too started to now eat my ass. The shocking sensation and synchronised, ravenous actions of both men seemed to be never ending. My cock kept spewing precum all over my stomach in what seemed like an eternity of unadulterated pleasure.
The men switched positions again. Aditya 6 inches was still entering Aarav’s hole with little hesitation. Aarav’s screams were met with mine, as my now very wet hole was pierced by Aarav’s 7-inch precum-covered cock. He had spun me around to face the pillow beneath. Both men developed a rhythm as Aarav and I – both being aggressively jackhammered – protested loudly the white pain of each penetration.
Mere moments after, our voices harmonized our climax and warm explosions shot into Aarav’s and my ass as my cum soaked through the soft linens beneath us. Both Aarav and Aditya collapsed on the bed beside me, breathing heavily from all their spent energies.
Guilt thoughts, however, started to flood my mind.
“Did I miss something? How did we get here? What the fuck just happened?”
James Harricharan
Photo Credits: Theon Graham Photography and Gyan Shyam
Where are good places to meet gay/bi men in Trinidad ?
Honestly I wish I could help. There is the usual Rumours Studio or Boy Code... If I had to make an educated guess. I'm sure you can tell from my blog stories that I've just been lucky to meet most of my guys by being at the right place at the right time.
When u still got a mouthful of his cum but his mom knocked on tha door to check on y'all
so cute
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WOW THIS IS CUTE, it’s so nice to see a boy allowed to act flustered
Story
Created the #story hashtag so it's easier to find all the stories on my blog. Thanks always for your support!
first. love your blog. second. love your story time about all your past encounters. you write beautifully. i would love to see all them compiled in a book, honestly. absolutely amazing. you and just you.
Waw. Thank you so much! It's really fun and exhilarating to post about these encounters it's even better when someone else appreciate the accounts.
Bathroom Break
One of the more somewhat embarrassing homoerotic cliché things I’ve done in Trinidad and Tobago, was recently at my latest visit to a popular mall in South of the Island of Trinidad. My closest and dearest friend was hosting a birthday party and in true Trini style I had postponed the purchase of her present to the very last moment. To my horror, the beautiful relic of her favourite movie wasn’t going to arrive at the skybox’s office before the party.
I quickly decided upon getting the next best thing, which would probably be bought at the said shopping centre. Recently renovated with a beautiful LED chandelier and an improvement in the offerings of stores and a Starbucks; I perused the few perfume stores and came across some beautiful selections at the Caribbean well-known speciality store. Not only did they have a luxurious smelling fragrance but a matching pendant that complimented the theme of the relic that I intended to get for my friend on her birthday. This is was perfect as, in my estimation, when it did arrive and I get to present it to her, it would appear that the gifts were in series and meant to lead up to that final elaborate gift.
After making my purchase, I found that the Venti, warm, caramel macchiato, that I had just finished sipping, felt that it needed to be drained from my body. Steps away from the elevator of the shopping precinct, were the every hygienic lavatory where I felt I could relieve myself of the TT$40-something drink. I left the merchandise at the store asking if they could keep it for me until I was ready to leave the mall, of which they agreed. The elevators near the washrooms were beautifully encased around a LED-lit, shooting water-fountain along its perimeter. Its sounds, though, made me want to answer nature’s call even more promptly. I rushed to the nearest urinal and proceeded to blast a single stream on the interesting tropical shaped mat adorned with palm trees lining the bowl. I hadn’t thought to pay attention to my surroundings, as because of my utter desire to relive myself (and only upon doing so) did I realise I had dropped my jeans and boxers to just beneath my knees and left my cock in hand and ass bare for viewing of any other users of the facilities. Luckily it was just one guy in the adjacent urinal and a store employee whose back was turned away from me, washing his hands and leaving just moments before my display.
I guess I have little to blame the guy at the adjacent urinal who didn’t seem too interested in anything other than what was happening on my end of the amenities. It was only then that also I noticed that there were no blinds separating the urinals from each other, in fact everything was in plain sight of the brightly lit area.
“Sorry about that,” I muttered, thinking in my haste I may have offended him with my somewhat public display of nudity.
The light-skinned East-Indian decent, twenty-something year old, 5’11” man, of average muscular build seemed to be working as a sales attendant at one of the establishments here, based on his polo shirt and jeans. He took his gaze from my groin to redirect it to my face. He didn’t say a word, just stared at my face with his caramel brown eyes, and smiled as I bent to pick up my jeans. His left hand, however, reached out towards my hanging cock and touched the slightly wet tip of my foreskin as I was bent slightly back.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as he brought his thumb to his lips, as if he was sampling and studying the taste and consistency of my urine as if it had been offered from some PriceSmart/Costco sample display.
“What the fuck man!” I exclaimed. He rescinded his stare and immediately went into what seemed like his puppy-dog ‘I’m sorry’ face, quickly dropping his head down. He apologised and penitently asked that I forgot that he did that. In one obvious motion I pulled-up, zipped-up and went to wash my hands. He touched my elbow and pleaded that I not become “pissed”.
“Pissed?” I retorted, turning around to meet his gaze and now erect cock that was still out of his pants. We ended up both laughing at the bad unintentional pun, and I relaxed my guard a bit. Taking the light moment to again apologise, he slipped his 6-inch cock back into the depths of the fly of his jeans. I gently reprimanded him for his uninvited touch telling him he was a very handsome young man, and he could have gotten himself in a lot of trouble. Those words seemed to be a blur in his mind as if taken as an invitation to treat, he stepped forward and started kissing my lips, his left hand on my cheek.
He smelt heavenly, like he had just smothered his body with caramel sauce and vanilla extract. His soft pink lips tasted of apple and cinnamon. I wanted to pull away as my senses were screaming at me that he was a stranger, this was a public bathroom, he’d just sort-of molested me, but everything in me was telling me this felt so good, please don’t make it stop. He must have felt me tense at my jaw; he grabbed my elbow and motioned for me to walk with him to the end of the bathroom – to the larger stall reserved for fathers to assist their children (based on the diaper table).
Daveanand undid my fly and button and allowed my clothing to drop to my knees as he enveloped my lips with his, caressing my tongue with his and biting my lips sending sensations down to my groin. He slithered both his pants and Leo Poldo briefs to his ankles with his fingers and feet. His 6-inch cock sprung into alert, bobbing against the skin of my thigh. He broke his attention from my lips and kneeled in the pile of clothing on the floor to give better leverage at swallowing my limp cock down his mouth. His wet tongue slunk to the inside of my foreskin playing with my head as he started sucking my cock like a life-giving appendage. My now swollen cock, made it difficult for him to breathe fully; he, ever so often, would have to undo his grasp of my cock and turn his attention to my hanging ball-sack. The anxiety associated with being in a public space, hearing the voices and related sounds around us, having to be as silent as possible and whatever he was doing made me cum violently within 10-15 minutes. With him then drinking every last drop of my cum caused me to be immediately hard again. He continued blowing me as he started to now jock. Within the five minutes of him jocking, he paused sucking me, and stood up; only to burst into a fit as he came in his hands, drank his own seed and watched my reaction as he did.
He went down on his knees again and continued his pursuit of making me orgasm. The silky, getting sticky touch of his hand from cum and the drops of cum on his beard was enough tactile and visual sensory triggers for me to blow a second time. This time more aggressively and painfully than the first. He swallowed every blast, never releasing my cock of his mouth as my body convulsed.
Becoming momentarily deaf from the sheer pain and pleasure experienced, I looked up and away from him as I terrifyingly noticed that the door was being opened. It had not been locked and footsteps of someone behind the frosted glass, was pushing the door to enter. I sprinted forwarded and held the door causing Daveand to lose his balance and slip unto the pile of clothing.
The teen on the other side of the door, saw my naked groin, opened his eyes widely in shock, snickered, and responded with “I’m sorry bro!” I, then, proceeded to lock the latch, to later find that Daveanand wasn’t hurt but was just keeping as still and small as possible as to be out of the line of sight. Somehow despite all that, he was ready for another round. Unfortunately, I had become too aware of my surroundings and the sounds of persons urinating and the flood of voices which meant it was getting crowded. I motioned that I was spooked and got dressed, and helped him do the same. We waited for the voices to dissipate and left the stall quietly, washed up and after exchanging numbers went to the opposite sides of the mall, him to his job and I, to the store to pick up my previously made purchase.
I never hooked up with Daveanand again since, probably if I’m in the southlands again, or just want someone to give one of the best blowjobs to date that I’ve received.
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