Amusingly enough one of the most talked about blog posts from this year is the one I wrote asking if anyone had seen my cock. It was a post I really enjoyed writing. I remember smiling as words tumbled out of my brain through my fingers to the keyboard and lit up my computer screen. What was so pleasing is learning that so many guys were upset at not having seen my cock.
I aim to welcome personally all guys arriving at Bellaugello for their holidays. Often I manage to be in the car park. No, please, behave… I’m not loitering or cruising, but, when I am waiting on new arrivals I keep an ear open for the sound of a car. In the summer this is often in my hammock slung in the shade of the huge fig tree. As the car doors open I slip out of my hammock and head up to the car park. It is magical to welcome back so many guys and to introduce many new guests to my little corner of paradise.
Of course I am dressed. Let’s face it, a welcome must be professional. I know my guest house intimately and that a slow reveal works best 😉 From the winding road (beautifully repaired this year) that leads here, you catch only tiny glimpses of what awaits you. Descend from the car park and the huge southerly view opens up, as indeed, do I.
So many guys arriving at Bellaugello Gay Guest House, have been before. The joy in welcoming back guys is immense. Conversations, like a just put down good book, pick up automatically and are animated and happy. We rapidly catch up on news. Very often it took remarkably little time for guys to mention my cock. Wow! my cock an early topic of conversation.
For those of you who are not avid readers of my blog, let me explain. Earlier this summer I posted about loosing my cock. It vanished. One day it was there, then the next it had gone. I was naturally very very upset. Well, who wouldn’t be? A cock is so beautiful an object of desire and one to be treasured and taken care of. It seems that my cock was desired too much by a couple of guys who took it home with them. They know who they are and I suspect I do too.
Amongst my guests are two remarkably thoughtful guys who are also blessed with a great sense of humour and tremendous kindness. They were immensely sad to learn that my cock had disappeared and very kindly offered to search the world for it. We have been exchanging emails on the update to their search. Recently I learnt from them that they had found a suitable replacement cock in Sitges.
This morning the postman called. Two packages to deliver. One a pair of slippers, the other…. well if he only knew! I carefully opened the package and to my delight drew out the most divine and generously sized cock. Measuring a whopping 25cm with a girth of 18cm it is really handsome. Indeed two hands full! Rigid, and lightly oiled it demands to be touched, stroked even. It is perfectly proportioned and utterly beautiful.
R & T thank you so very much. I realise you must have had huge fun and hopefully not too much embarrassment choosing the right cock for me!
My cock is now back in its rightful place for all to enjoy:
I now need to take care to ensure that I do not lose my cock again. Should I have it pierced and chained to the bar or should I get my cock tattooed? A cock tattoo appeals. I’m thinking along the lines of: “This is Alec’s Bellaugello and is stolen from him”. Suggestions please on a postcard to the usual address!