The Busy Freelancer

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Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Busy Freelancer: male, 28, Hell's Kitchen, freelance writer, gay.

DAY 1
10 a.m.: New construction next door wakes me up. Wonder if any of the construction workers are hot. Get undressed in front of the window, just in case they're looking.
10:30 a.m.: A hot guy is checking me out on the subway. Actually, I think he's straight and eyeing my Thundercats lunch box and not my ass.
1:15 p.m.: Get worked up thinking about a past hookup with a masseur who likes to give a rub-and-tug. E-mail him to see if he wants to hang out this weekend.
2:50 p.m.: Get a text from a friend inviting me for a blow job at his private glory hole tomorrow night. Quickly respond, "Can't wait." Get hard.
12:25 a.m.: Log on to Manhunt.net to see who's around, knowing I'm too lazy to get off the couch tonight.

DAY 2
10:30 a.m.: Confirm there are no hot construction workers. Still change at the window.
2:15 p.m.: E-mail from my masseur friend confirms our date on tomorrow. Get hard again.
9:30 p.m.: Text my friend to set up my visit to the glory hole.
10:45 p.m.: He says he's stuck at work and can't make it tonight. I'm pissed.
11:00 p.m.: Consider going out to try to get laid but can't decide where to go.
12:15 a.m.: Start talking about sex with my roommate. Get a boner when he tells me a story about a hot three-way he had.
12:25 a.m.: Roommate goes to bed, and now I'm horny. Decide not to jack off and save my load for my "date" tomorrow.

DAY 3
10:30 a.m.: Morning wood won't go away. I really should have jerked off last night.
4 p.m.: Arrive at my friend's house. He says, "Why don't you jump in the shower, I want to work your ass over too." The magic words.
5:25 p.m.: Intense orgasm for both of us. I feel like I'm floating.
10:30 p.m.: Go out with friends. Tons of hot guys, but my libido is shot and I'm unmotivated to meet anyone.
2:30 a.m.: Both of my friends meet guys. I go home and go to bed, still totally satisfied from earlier.

DAY 4
11:00a.m.: No morning wood. Damn, yesterday's session was good.
2:30 p.m.: See a hot guy at the laundromat washing his underwear and picture him in them.
7:30 p.m.: A female co-worker asks me what a "top" and a "bottom" are.
7:50 p.m.: Finish answering questions and explaining the intricacies of gay sex. Straight people are so cute.
12:30 a.m.: Order a drink from a bearded, tattooed bartender. I marvel at the size of his arms and feel them squeezing around me.
1:00 a.m.: Catch a guy's eye across the bar. He's not hot enough to walk over. I wait for him to come to me.
1:50 a.m.: Still looking. If he doesn't come over in five minutes, I'm going home.
1:55 a.m.: Leave. Alone.
3 a.m.: Log on to Manhunt. Everyone's on drugs.
4 a.m.: Sign off, go to bed, vow to try tomorrow.

DAY 5
11:45 a.m.: Have brunch with two friends, who bring a hot straight guy. I flirt mercilessly.
2:00p.m.: Horny from the straight guy, get back on Manhunt.
2:20 p.m.: Head out to a guy's house. I love when it's quick.
3:15 p.m.: He says he needs to leave to go to a basketball game in ten minutes. He's acting weird. I volunteer to leave. Never got off.
3:35p.m.: Back home, twice as horny, decide to do some work to forget about it.
5:00 p.m.: Still horny. Watch porn and jerk off so I don't have to think about sex for the rest of the day.

DAY 6
9:30 a.m.: I'm sick of the construction workers. I don't even care if they're hot anymore.
12:40 p.m.: A co-worker walks by my desk scratching his side. His pink, cartoon-print boxers are sticking out of his pants.
7:30 p.m.: When the yummy guy working at the bakery goes to get me a cookie, I see his blue, cartoon-print boxers sticking out of his pants. What is with this today?
9:10 p.m.: Send an e-mail to a guy I've been flirting with online for weeks.
9:12 p.m.: He sends a playful response.
9:14 p.m.: I fire back something witty and dirty.
11:00 p.m.: He finally invites me over.
11:10 p.m.: He's even sexier than I thought he would be.
11:25 p.m.: We start making out. He's cocky and forceful and really into me. I'm really turned on.
12:45 a.m.: I smile all the way home, thinking about the next time.

DAY 7
11:00a.m.: I stare at a hot guy in a tight T-shirt on the subway. Realize he's with a group of high-school students. I'm going to jail.
2:20 p.m.: Start IM-ing about sex with a friend while at work. He tells me he's been getting blow jobs from a guy who always burps after he swallows. Weird.
2:35 p.m.: We discuss giving up hooking up online for a month. I think that might be too hard.
5:45 p.m.: See a man jogging shirtless who is so beautiful, I literally stop and stare. I love spring.

Total: Three erections, one erotic massage, two dirty texting-sessions, and several fantasies.