More dreams and time for a rethink?

I visited two spas over my extended weekend break and had a few very enjoyable encounters. The first visit was on Friday night. It was "Go Natural" night at the spa and everyone was naked. There was a fairly good crowd which made for good cruising and I was groped and fondled by all sorts. Admittedly did my share of groping and fondling and ended up having 3 different encounters with some guys who'd I'd been eyeing the course of the evening. As you will have guessed, there will not be any graphic descriptions of my sexual encounters. You will be able to imagine what it is that horny gay men do with each other but in my case, nothing extreme.

On Saturday (Freudian slip, I nearly typed "Satyrday") night, I had another erotic dream. It might have had something to do with my night of sweating sexual encounters on Friday but I don't know. The dream was about my first boyfriend, R. We started dating while at university and then moved to London together. We were together for 4 years before he had to go home to Canada. I couldn't follow because of work and we reluctantly had to break it off. That was before same-sex marriages were legal in Canada or we'd have tried to make it work. In my dream, we were kissing making love and it felt so real. In my dream I could feel his touch, his kisses, his body against mine, the familiar lines of his body, the shape of his hard cock and his smell. It really brought back a cascade of memories, especially the smell of him. It was as if we'd never been apart. The dream brought back feels which I've not had for quite some time now even though I've been having sexual encounters almost on a weekly basis but it's never the same with a stranger. That said, I don't think I ever want to have sex with my last boyfriend again, the one who was two-timing me and with whom I broke up with about a year ago (it will be a year in March). I think I'd rather fuck an inflatable doll.

Having the dream has made me wonder whether I should start looking for a new boyfriend. As I wrote in an earlier post, my life is too unsettled at the moment and if I'm right about what's going to happen in a few months, I'm going to be having to relocate to another continent and that's not going to be good start for a any new relationship.

The dream with my first boyfriend and its vividness had been on my mind for a few days and it was making me constantly horny so I decided to go to another spa last night. This one wasn't having a "nude night" although it had replaced the usual dim lighting with ultraviolet lights which made all the white towels glow. This time around, I wasn't too greedy and left after cumming twice. I didn't manage to re-capture the feeling in my dream with my anonymous encounters but then again, I wasn't expecting to. I just needed a warm body to hold and to help relieve my sexual tension. I still can't forget that dream and I might need to go and relieve my sexual tension again this weekend with more anonymous encounters.

Until then, I leave you with some pictures of Reese Rideout, on his own and with other boys. He is supposedly straight and might not be my Mr Right. Even if he was gay, I think he's also way out of my dating league (what would such a hot guy like Reese see in an average-looking guy like me - perhaps I have self-esteem issues - will explore that in a future post) but in any case, there's no reason why he can't be my Mr Right Now.