Saturday, September 13, 2014

Hairy hunks in Speedos

I regret that my blogging seems to have become a one-a-week  event, but I hope to get back to my regular thrice-weekly schedule in a month or so.

Looking back on nearly three years of blog entries, I've realized that my blog has become my own personal diary of my incredible journey:  of coming-out, separation, divorce and my gay sexual awakening.  I laid out the horror of those early days, my fears and uncertainties but without my blog record, I would already have forgotten how terrifying and exciting it really was.

My concerns are:  (1)  many events in the past two months of my gay journey are going unrecorded and (2)  I am missing the expert advice and support  from my online friends such as anne marie, Sean (Jeep Guy), Will, Jay and others.  I've come to rely on all of you enormously!

My blogging has been interrupted due to extremely limited computer access; my computer was fried by the lightning strike.  I do have a laptop computer provided by my employer, since most classroom teaching in my new school is done electronically.  But I dare not use it for anything other than educational purposes.   Viewing porn on school computers would be grounds for dismissal!

But I need to delay the purchase of a new computer because my ex-wife and I have faced huge expenses paying for my son's commercial diving programme and equipment.  The cost is around twice as much as a conventional university programme, with each of us paying around 1/3. 

My ex and I have collaborated closely and in a professional, supportive manner (via texting) to par our costs to the bare minimum in all areas, and I will soon be through my latest financial crisis.

 But I'm finding myself almost too busy for hookups.  I am very busy teaching at my exciting new school  (my classes are going fabulously!), working out at our Athletic Complex (the workouts are lackluster but the hunky-dude eye candy is spectacular), visiting my elderly parents most days and walking my energetic Australian shepherd for an hour each day.  

But here are few teasers on my gay scene:

  1. I had a sweet hookup with a 32 year old aboriginal dude who works for a social service agency some 300 km away.  He was 6'-4" with a beautiful, smooth torso and a thick, short-ish cock.  Aboriginal men are among my favourites:   fabulous kissers, relaxed and very much "in the moment."
  2. I have a new special friend, a slim, thick-cocked, handsome, computer-nerd, 35 years old.  He's looking for a regular fb and likes older guys.  I'm hoping we become regulars, too, because I'm spending too much time on squirt.org and pof.com arranging hookups which don't ever happen.
  3. I was asked to an threesome yesterday night with a hunky, handsome 40 year old military dude (who I hooked up with last year.  Woof!)  but the other partner was his girlfriend!!!    
  4. Both were craving cock and the expectation was that I would have sex with her AND then stick my cock up his ass, while the other watched.   Although I would have loved to be with him again, regretfully, I had to decline.    I just can't imagine dealing with a va-jay-jay.  Been there, done that!




Saturday, September 6, 2014

Sweet Brazilian Boy #3

Today's pictures all resemble my Sweet Brazilian Boy #3 who I had some sweet sexytime this week.  He has a lovely, lean, lightly-furred torso, nice facial scruff and perfect pits.

 I'm still completely computer-less after the lightning strike a few weeks ago making blogging impossible. I haven't the time to research what sort of a computer I want to buy.

But here's a quick update from the public library.

1.  My son's dog has 100% recovered her personality and energy after her near-electrocution during the lightning storm.  The only lingering affect is an odd bluish-white discolouration of the iris of her normally brown eye which was zapped.   I think it's rather cool;  something she will wear as a badge of honour for the rest of her life.

2.  I've had a FABULOUS first week at my new school!   My three classes are fantastic!  I have three grade nine math clases;  two special needs, each with ten goofy, sweet boys as students and a quiet, advanced-level class of 32 who seem to be very hard working.

3.  My beautiful new school is a newly-built and equipped with state-of-the-art computer, AV and other electronic systems.  Adapting to these has been a challenge because my old workplace was 60 years old.  Goodbye, chalkboard!

My colleagues have been falling all over themselves in helping me get set up;  I think this is the most collegial school staff I've ever worked with.

4.   This is the first week that I've lived completely alone in the past 23 years, and so far, I don't mind it at all.  I've had had the time to visit my elderly parents most afternoons after school and am free to go out with colleagues whenever I want.  But I usually have to rush home to walk my two doggies as well.

5.  I have avoided logging onto Squirt.org, pof.com and the like for the past week.  Other than a sweet hookup with Sweet Brazilian Boy #3, I have not had the time or energy to even consider doing much hooking up. 

But I'm looking forward to entertaining gentlemen callers real soon, when things settle down..  

Monday, September 1, 2014

Computer-less

My region is famous for its fierce lightning storms.  Over a week ago at 3:00 a.m.,  there was a deafening CRACK!!! as a bolt of sheet lightning struck five houses all at once, mine being the last in the row.

My computer and internet modem were fried and everyone else lost electronic devices as well.  My closest neighbour's house had its metal fascia, eavestrough, downspouts and copper water pipes scorched and blasted apart.

My son, sleeping nearby in our metal-roofed bunk house was fine but his Australian Shepherd dog (beside him on the bed) suffered a bad electric shock.

Sammy was trembling and panting violently and had her fur scorched on the side of her face.  One eye was shut and she wasn't all there, mentally.

The next day, she was still confused and clingy and would flatten herself to the ground at every loud noise.  Poor little thing!

Now, over a week later, she has fully recovered her intelligence and personality and her eye seems fully functional   Oddly, the iris changed colour and now has a bluish-white stripe across it.

It seems a miracle that my son didn't receive a shock as well as she was snuggled up beside him on the bed.  I told him:  "Sammy took that shock for you!"

My son is now living 3,000 km away and will start his ccommercial diving programme next week, middle daughter us 1,500 km away at her university and eldest daughter is settled into her little loft apartment.

For the first time in 24 years,  I am living ccompletely on my own! ( except for my two dogs) A big change!

ps:  Brazilian Boy #3 asked to come over for some sexytime today.  Sweet!

Monday, August 18, 2014

Craving cock and cum

This resembles me and the Romanian dude, except we were naked.  lol
How's that for an alliteration?

It's been a week since my lasta hookup* and I have cock withdrawal, bad.  I have an insane craving to kiss a guy, to suck his cock and taste his sweet / salty / bitter cum.

I think most of you already know, the taste of cum varies hugely with his diet and of course, whether or not he's a smoker.  :-)

I've had plenty of offers recently mainly from my regular guys, and I've turned them all down.  I've been far too busy and I can't risk YET AGAIN having one of the kids accidentally come home when I'm entertaining a gentlemen caller. 

It's happened twice this month but I haven't blogged about it.  So embarrassing!  So my gentlemen friends will have to wait for another two weeks until all the kids are gone. 

So, here's some random news:


1.   *  My last hookup was with a Romanian dude who resembles the biker at right, but with facial scruff rather than a full bead.  He's dark and swarthy with piercing blue eyes, muscular with magnificent, thick cock and pendulous balls.  He's smart, funny, a great kisser and insanely passionate.  He's my age and works as a custodian in my school division.

I would almost consider him as future husband material but sadly, he's married to a woman and has an adult son.  That really sucks!  I'm really not into hooking up with married dudes in principle and their availability is very limited.

Having said that, I'm sure that we'll be getting together again;  he wants us to become a regular thing.

2.  My oldest daughter has one more year of her chef's training programme but she's been offered a job at the top gourmet restaurant in town where she had a paid job placement this summer.   So in the next year, she will be at school full-time and work about 1/2 time at the restaurant;  her shifts generally run from 6:00 pm until midnight.

3.  This means that all three of my kids have been offered regular positions at the businesses where they had their school work placements.  This is highly unusual and it speaks to their excellent work ethic.  I'm enormously proud of them and also of my ex-wife and myself.  Despite our disastrous marriage and through some dumb luck, I know we did a fantastic job raising them. 

4.  In our small town, I hear often hear positive comments about the work performance of all of my kids from their colleagues and bosses. They praise the kids' ability to take orders and work hard and to get along extremely well with their colleagues and customers.  Most importantly, my kids work "smart" and use their initiative on the job to find solutions to problems on their own and anticipate ways to make improvements.

5.  My son is leaving for his commercial diving programme in two weeks and my ex-wife is highly stressed-out.  She's been a "Mommy" and is having a very tough time with her youngest leaving the nest.

She's been in charge of buying / ordering dozens of specialty items needed for his programme. (diving equipment, clothing and other gear)  She had a screaming fight with my son and he is no longer cooperating with her; she's turned the whole task over to me. 

So.... my ex and I have been in constant texting contact as my son and I work through his requirements.  He and I get along perfectly well and my ex and I are texting in a highly professional, cooperative manner.  She knows that right now, she can only get things done for him if she goes through me. 


Thursday, August 14, 2014

Self-loathing and closeted

Today's pictures have nothing to do with today's story.   Ever since since I hooked up with Hunky Tradesman,  I've decided that one of my favourite positions for a man is on his hands and knees.

I love the view of cock and balls hanging between beefy thighs and a juicy ass yearning towards my mouth. 
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For the past 18 years, I have an unmarried colleague (age 50) who is deeply closeted, but only to himself.  From his voice, mannerisms and behaviour around the male students, it is obvious to everyone that he is gay.   As they years go by, he seems to be getting gayer, more swishy and more bold (in the gay sense) all the time.

An out gay teacher at school here would not cause anyone concern, but Miss Piggy (as we unkindly call him), raises a red flag for everyone except, apparently, our administrators.  I am occasionally approached by fathers of male students who express their concern about Miss Piggy's proximity to their sons.   I suspect that as the only out gay teacher at school, they think I am an expert on all matters gay.

My response is always the same:  "I can't comment about a colleague.  If you're really concerned, then go talk to the principal."  But I always add:  "I would talk to your son about this first;  he probably knows all about it already.  I'm sure you have nothing to worry about."

Miss Piggy has an attraction to, even an infatuation with, young boys, generally in grade 10.  He has a new "pet" every year, a male student who he favours with extra attention and friendship.

The young boy always fits the same profile:  usually gay or effeminate, shorter than him, with a tight body and and usually, blonde hair and blue eyes.

My colleagues and I find his behaviour at school nauseating, as we observe him getting all touchy-feeling with the boys in the cafeteria, caressing their shoulders or mooning about their lockers.

Persistent stories circulate about him hanging around in the boys' locker room while his junior volleyball team showers after a game.   Numerous parents (mainly fathers) have re-arranged the timetables of their cute sons to avoid Miss Piggy as their teacher.

He also sends private e-mails to students (one parent showed me an example) and gives "his boys" small presents and preferential treatment while marking student work.

Out in the community, I've heard countless stories about Miss Piggy from guys I hook up with.  When I tell them where I work, they respond:  "Hey, you must know _ _ _ _    _ _ _!"   They are all extremely negative about him.

He is generally described as "a self-loathing" gay, "messed up", an "old Queen" and "selfish."  After cumming but before his partner has done so, Miss Piggy will announce: "I'm done!" and walk out the door.  Miss Piggy lives with his elderly father and can never host so (I hear) spends much late-night time at a city park, cruising for anonymous sex with creepy, older, married dudes.

I dislike Miss Piggy intensely but as we work fairly closely together,  I make sure that our interactions are supportive and professional.  Since I came out, Miss Piggy avoids me and has that look of fear in his eyes, as though I'm going to jump and down, screaming:  "You're one of us! You're one of us!"

But I hear from colleagues that Miss Piggy constantly bad-mouths me behind my back.  I'm not concerned about this at all because: (1) no one believes him and (2) just consider the source;  he's the most fucked-up, disliked person that I know. 

In recent months, Miss Piggy has messaged me many times on squirt.org but without knowing who he was talking to.  (other gay guys told me his profile name)  So awkward!

His squirt by-line is:  "Willing to pay $$$$ for young cock."  He's a teacher? Ick!

His messages to me became increasingly explicit as he pressed for a hookup and when I refused, he became needy and anxious.   Push. Push. Push.  Finally, I messaged him:  "I'm NEVER hooking up with you."  and blocked him.  

To me, Miss Piggy is a prime example of what a lifetime in the closet will do to a person;  completely fucked-up, living in fear, engaging in high-risk behaviour and damaged beyond repair.  






Sunday, August 10, 2014

Hunky Groomsmen


I attended my niece's wedding yesterday; the bride was 28 and the hunky, gorgeous, charismatic groom was 35. 

I spent the whole time crazed with lust at all their hunky men at the wedding;  friends of the bride and groom who were mainly in that age range. 

All the young men looked so handsome, just mouth-watering in their wedding finery:  all were fit and wearing slim, extremely tight dress pants which accentuated their gorgeous asses and thighs, fabulous shoes and dress shirts showing off their flat bellies.  The whole place seemed to be oozing testosterone.  

A few thoughts:

1.   For once, I dressed quite elegantly in black dress pants, black Aldo shoes and a black / navy blue blazer over a stretchy black T-shirt.  Every item I wore (including my underwear) came from a thrift shop, but what the heck, I looked fabulous with my summer tan and sun-streaked blonde hair, if I do say so myself.

I knew that I was being checked out all evening by a variety of 50+ women.  I thought:  "You're barking up the wrong tree, ladies!"

2.  I am fully out to my immediately family and the wider community but it was the first time I've seen a great many cousins and other relatives from across the country.  I wondered if they had heard about my gayness;  I suspect not, but it wasn't the place to discuss it and I really didn't care what they knew or didn't know. 

3.  It was my first wedding since  my divorce and I surprised myself by not being cynical about the whole institution.  The bride (a Ph. D. candidate) and the groom (a film producer) seemed so happy, compatible, deeply in love and passion, and so mature and settled in their lives that I could only feel that this marriage would last. 

4.  On the flip side, I hope to get married one day to some special guy but I could not imagine subjecting myself to all the hoopla associated with a traditional wedding like this one:  hall rental, catering, fancy dress, engagement parties, gift registries, cake-cutting and the like.  I'd sooner set my hair on fire!

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Friday, August 8, 2014

Triathlete cocks and asses

We're in the peak of our fantastic summer weather and I have to force myself inside to post more than once a week. The weather has been glorious after a coolish, wet summer so far.

Today's pics are a nod to the major regional triathlon which I attended recently.  I was there for only one reason:  to check out the beautifully-fit, athletic men in spandex:  beefy thighs, flat bellies, spectacular bulges and asses galore.  So hot!

But I've been feeling rather BLAH! lately as in less than two weeks, I will be undergoing a major life transition:  The Empty Nest.  I think this will be even more of an adjustment than my coming-out and divorce journey.

I haven' t lived alone for some 24 years and most of the years in between have extremely busy, balancing a demanding job, dealing with my wife's anger and erratic behaviour, raising three kids and being heavily involved in their lives. 

Now, I will be in this big place all by myself (with two sweet dogs) and the thought makes me a bit weepy.  Oh, yes, I won't actually be ALONE .... I'm sure there will be a never-ending stream of sexy, horny men through here, but you know what I mean.  lol

Next week, I'll be helping my eldest daughter (22.5 years old) move into a small apartment in town.  In three weeks, both my middle daughter (nearly 20) and my son (nearly 18) will be attending schools some 2,000 km and 3,000 km away, respectively.

This summer, I've been trying to strike a balance, including:
-working on some major and endless renovation projects.
-a backlog of household cleaning
-organizing, still, from my move two years ago.
-relaxing, doing absolutely nothing.
-daily athletic pursuits (kayaking, cycling and swimming)
-visiting my elderly parents most days.
-aving the occasional hookup with some hot man.  (by the way,  I've had several spectacular encounters, recently!)

But my focus is doing stuff with my kids in the rare occasion that they're not working or hanging out with friends or staying at my former wife's house.  My time with them is running out quickly.  :-(


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