Cap d'Agde, naturism, and big cocks. Actually, some of them are HUGE. Fact: straight men have bigger penises than gay men in Cap d'Agde. I think it has to do with a "market factor". If you're straight in swingers' town, you're bound to attract more partners if you're well-endowed.
Problem is, some of them are so big that you wonder what possibly one could do (including females) with a cock that size. I believe Cap d'Agde has the power to attract above-average straight men from all over Europe. There's enough going there to keep. everyone happy ;-).
After.... ahem... extensive on-site field research [I'm a college professor, after all ;-)] I've come to the conclusion that those huge cazzi are about the same size hard, meaning: showers, not growers. Still, they do show nicely.
Yep, there's nothing to hide in the naturist area of Cap d'Agde. Although some of the stuff happens behind the dunes (some on the beach, too), but that's for another posting :-).
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Hot, fun, interesting Irish Daddy at the resto on the beach - August 11, 2007
TJ and I do like to take our time when we're on vacation. We prep, trim, shave and shower, not necessarily in that order. By the time we're done it's way past regular lunchtime. So last Saturday we're waiting in line at the (in my view) only genuinely good beach restaurant in Cap d'Agde. This one hot muscle guy goes by, and of course he was sporting a HUGE cock. He was obviously French [the discussion on the high frequency of well-endowed, definitely above average, Frenchmen is for another posting :-)]. TJ and I just kind of looked at one another, and I think I made it obvious I was picking up my jaw back from the floor. Well, this tall, white-haired, nicely endowed cute Irish gentleman (w/ his nice, obviously open-minded wife at his side) kind of enthusiastically jumped in and began commenting on the large amount of well-endowed men at Cap. I followed suit, of course, offering my account of this one French gentleman I saw last year whose... elephant trunk-sized cock kept on slamming him on his thighs as he walked. Irish daddy giggled and said "I can't believe we're having this conversation!", but... there were plenty more details and accounts to be shared about those gorgeous Cap men and their endowements. He nicely reassured me regarding my own... shortcomings (LOL!), and of course I seized the opportunity of... complimenting him on the nice piece of man-ham swinging between his legs.
During lunch he took the time and the opportunity to bring us a nice little gift he crafted out of....
Well. Let's play a game.
Somehow, the idea of creating a blog about gay life in Cap d'Agde came from the hope of getting in touch with this nice Irish man. I have the sense that TJ and I met an extremely nice, obviously intelligent, cultured and smart man (his wife looked nice and very open-minded, too, although we had more limited interaction with her). I also have the sense that rarely has it happened to me to feel that I instantly "clicked" this much, and so quickly, with someone. It happened last year in Cap d'Agde with our friend Max. Clicking is... hard to do. It's a rare opportunity which I have learned to seize and cherish.
So, nice-looking, humorous and genuinely full-of-life Irish gentlemen, if you're out there... Please respond.
I've had the sense that you have spare time on your hands now, and I'm kind of hoping you're internet-savvy and just as.... curious.... as I am.
Your wife told me that, just like me, you think about Cap all year long. I kind of have the sense that, like me, you could be looking for other people's experiences on Cap shared on the web.
Of course [ca va sans dire :-)] I would like to see you again next year, and I definitely wouldn't mind doing some.... comparing.... and, maybe (but only if that were fine by you, of course) some playing. I had the sense that you'd be a lot of fun. No need to engage in "extreme acts", if that's not your thing (and I had the sense it wouldn't). Simply, I had the sense we could enjoy one another. I loved the way you casually touched my arm, and the way we each other drew attention to each other's body and endowement. If you're not at all into manplay, that's perfectly ok. You're so fun and interesting that I would cherish getting to know you better, and possibly becoming friends. We definitely shared a... LOL! common interest :-).
So, if you're out there (and I hope you are), get in touch with me. Only that, to prove that it's really you, you should answer the following:
1) The name of the restaurant in Cap where we met, or at least its description.
2) You gave us something you made yourself. What was it, and out of what?
3) You talked about your oldest (I believe) daughter and her profession. What was it?
4) You said that if your.... got to your.... you'd be happy. [BTW, I suspect it does ;-)]. Please complete :-).
5) You mentioned the exact date you'd be returning to Ireland. Please include in your email.
I do know I'll bump you into you again next year. I won't miss the chance. I won't "freak you out", and I'd never do anything inappropriate, or anything I wasn't fully sure you'd want, too.
Still, I'd like to get in touch with you before... SIGH... next Summer :-).
Ciao, Papino Irlandese... Somewhere out there.
S.
During lunch he took the time and the opportunity to bring us a nice little gift he crafted out of....
Well. Let's play a game.
Somehow, the idea of creating a blog about gay life in Cap d'Agde came from the hope of getting in touch with this nice Irish man. I have the sense that TJ and I met an extremely nice, obviously intelligent, cultured and smart man (his wife looked nice and very open-minded, too, although we had more limited interaction with her). I also have the sense that rarely has it happened to me to feel that I instantly "clicked" this much, and so quickly, with someone. It happened last year in Cap d'Agde with our friend Max. Clicking is... hard to do. It's a rare opportunity which I have learned to seize and cherish.
So, nice-looking, humorous and genuinely full-of-life Irish gentlemen, if you're out there... Please respond.
I've had the sense that you have spare time on your hands now, and I'm kind of hoping you're internet-savvy and just as.... curious.... as I am.
Your wife told me that, just like me, you think about Cap all year long. I kind of have the sense that, like me, you could be looking for other people's experiences on Cap shared on the web.
Of course [ca va sans dire :-)] I would like to see you again next year, and I definitely wouldn't mind doing some.... comparing.... and, maybe (but only if that were fine by you, of course) some playing. I had the sense that you'd be a lot of fun. No need to engage in "extreme acts", if that's not your thing (and I had the sense it wouldn't). Simply, I had the sense we could enjoy one another. I loved the way you casually touched my arm, and the way we each other drew attention to each other's body and endowement. If you're not at all into manplay, that's perfectly ok. You're so fun and interesting that I would cherish getting to know you better, and possibly becoming friends. We definitely shared a... LOL! common interest :-).
So, if you're out there (and I hope you are), get in touch with me. Only that, to prove that it's really you, you should answer the following:
1) The name of the restaurant in Cap where we met, or at least its description.
2) You gave us something you made yourself. What was it, and out of what?
3) You talked about your oldest (I believe) daughter and her profession. What was it?
4) You said that if your.... got to your.... you'd be happy. [BTW, I suspect it does ;-)]. Please complete :-).
5) You mentioned the exact date you'd be returning to Ireland. Please include in your email.
I do know I'll bump you into you again next year. I won't miss the chance. I won't "freak you out", and I'd never do anything inappropriate, or anything I wasn't fully sure you'd want, too.
Still, I'd like to get in touch with you before... SIGH... next Summer :-).
Ciao, Papino Irlandese... Somewhere out there.
S.
GayCapD'Agde August 2-12, 2007
There we go again. My hot partner and I got back from Cap d'Agde just two nights ago, and I'm already daydreaming about going back next year. And then then next. And then the one after that. And so on for the rest of my (our) lives.
TJ (my gorgeous, hot-looking, caring, loving and open-minded partner of 7 years) and myself were there from August 2 to August 12, 2007. We stayed at the Oltra campsite in my surprisingly confortable 3-second tent I bought at Decathlon last year. I liked my first experience by myself at Cap so much last year that I just had to share it with TJ.
The appeal of the naturist quarter of Cap d'Agde is strange, and hard to explain. The beach is fine, but the Mediterranean is surprisingly cold there. The place itself is frankly tacky. There is a large amount of trolls and monsters besides (plenty of) gorgeous looking people. Seeing tons of middle-aged and pot-bellied bank accountants and housewives clad in leather straps and spandex at night can be a shocking and slightly depressing experience.
And yet, the feeling of absolute freedom, open-mindedness and reciprocal acceptance is the highest I have ever experienced. I have yet to attend the Burning Man event in the US, but I've heard similar comments from our friend JJ who attended it last year.
Freedom, acceptance, the experience of equality among humans that in my view derives from being naked. That, and some of the most interesting and beautiful people I've ever met, both (and mostly?) inside, as well as outside.
Such as this older Irish gentleman (and his wife) with whom we struck a conversation at lunch early afternoon on Saturday August 11.
But that's for another posting ;-)
TJ (my gorgeous, hot-looking, caring, loving and open-minded partner of 7 years) and myself were there from August 2 to August 12, 2007. We stayed at the Oltra campsite in my surprisingly confortable 3-second tent I bought at Decathlon last year. I liked my first experience by myself at Cap so much last year that I just had to share it with TJ.
The appeal of the naturist quarter of Cap d'Agde is strange, and hard to explain. The beach is fine, but the Mediterranean is surprisingly cold there. The place itself is frankly tacky. There is a large amount of trolls and monsters besides (plenty of) gorgeous looking people. Seeing tons of middle-aged and pot-bellied bank accountants and housewives clad in leather straps and spandex at night can be a shocking and slightly depressing experience.
And yet, the feeling of absolute freedom, open-mindedness and reciprocal acceptance is the highest I have ever experienced. I have yet to attend the Burning Man event in the US, but I've heard similar comments from our friend JJ who attended it last year.
Freedom, acceptance, the experience of equality among humans that in my view derives from being naked. That, and some of the most interesting and beautiful people I've ever met, both (and mostly?) inside, as well as outside.
Such as this older Irish gentleman (and his wife) with whom we struck a conversation at lunch early afternoon on Saturday August 11.
But that's for another posting ;-)
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