Tuesday, April 15, 2014

A hungry, closeted Spaniard

My second day in Toronto was a busy one.  I met my friend Jeffrey (author of the novel Shirts and Skins  and the blog The Gay Groom) for coffee in the Village;  always enjoyable!  Be sure to check out Jeffrey's Youtube video, below.  He is charismatic, charming, handsome and in excellent voice.

Then I had a 90 minute tantric massage with fellow blogger Rick who has a tantric massage practice.  I probably will not blog about it, certainly not without Rick's permission, but his massages are always pleasurable.

My visit was doubly pleasurable because it was followed by a fantastic dinner with Rick and his husband, both charming hosts with an lifetime of experience in all things gay.

I learned so much during our lively conversation, especially when Rick (at my request), showed me his favourite cock stroking techniques using a carved wooden dildo as a model. ;-)

After the massage, I was left with several thoughts:
  1. I have so much to learn about giving pleasure to a man.
  2. I have even more to learn about receiving pleasure.
  3. I am more determined than ever to seek training in tantric massage myself;  soon!
Soon after leaving Rick's condo, I was messaged on Grindr by a blank profile:
Blank Profile:  Very adorable.
Buddy Bear:  I don't talk to blank profiles.
Blank Profile:  33.Bi married curious guy here. One son.  U seem to be very close.
Buddy Bear:  Yep.  Standing on the corner of Bloor and Yonge. What do you want?
Blank Profile:   Love passionate, cuddly fun.  I want to meet you.
Buddy Bear:  Okay.  Where?
Blank Profile:  I am driving.  Wait outside Tim Hortons on Yonge north of Bloor, east side.  I will flash lights.

Two minutes later, I jumped into a SUV;  the driver was gorgeous:  sad, hungry brown eyes, brown hair, Latin, with beefy thighs which filled out his jeans beautifully.  He resembled the hot men pictured in this post.

He parked on a quieter side street one block away.  It was just after dark but we were near one of Toronto's busiest street corners so there were plenty of passers-by.

He was deeply troubled and told me his whole sad story.  Born on the island of Majorca but now a Canadian citizen, he fooled around with men as a teen but ended up marrying a woman.  The social, family and Catholic Church pressures were just too much to bear.   "It's just a mess... my family will be ruined.  But I love my son more than anything in the world.  I need to be with a man, not just like this but all the time."

Hungry Spaniard:  And the worst part of all is that I'm alone. I can't talk about it to anyone."
Buddy Bear:  Baby, you're not alone.  You're talking to me.  And there are a million men online who are in the exactly same situation as you.  (note:  I was rubbing the bulge in his jeans and was rewarded with a stiffening cock.)
Hungry Spaniard:  I'll have to go on like this forever. It will kill my wife if she knew.
Buddy Bear:  Maybe she needs to know. It will be worse if she finds out at 55 like my wife. She is young enough to start a new life.  You will destroy yourself by keeping this hidden. And eventually, you will get caught.  Wives always know that their husband doesn't really want them.
Hungry Spaniard:  I love my wife.
Buddy Bear:  Your attraction to men will get stronger and stronger as you get older.  It will not go away.  Do you know that?
Hungry Spaniard:  Yes I do.

Suddenly he looked over with hunger and lust and lunged at me and kissed.  He was a fantastic kisser (of course!)...like a drowning man trying to save himself.  Hot!

He quickly unzipped both his jeans and mine and offered up his beautiful, fat, hard cock.  I applied silicone lube* and tried out my new repertoire of Rick's cock massage moves.  He gasped aloud in pleasure: "No one's ever done that to me before!"

* Total slut that I am, I was going around Toronto carrying my lube and other sex supplies.  lol

We made out with an insane intensity for about ten minutes with frequent interruptions as pedestrians walked by.  Finally, I crouched between his legs as he sat in the driver's seat, covered his lap and my head with my jacket.  I finished him off with a blowjob as he cried aloud.  It was a gusher!

Hungry Spaniard:  I have to go.  My wife's waiting for me.
Buddy Bear:  Hey baby, handsome guy!  I wish you all the best.  Now I'm going to have to worry about you.

With that, he gave me a sweet smile, the first of the evening, we kissed one final time and I disappeared into the night.

I texted him on Grindr:  
I wanted to say how much I enjoyed our encounter.  Passionate and intense!  But I was sad to see how troubled you were about your sad situation.  Courage is needed!  Your family will get through this!

I strongly suggest that you go to a therapist to talk it out. It will be very helpful to you but he will be ask the toughest question of all: "What do you want?"  Not what does your wife or son want, but what do YOU want.  Good luck!

Hungry Spaniard replied:
It was a real pleasure meeting u, your so sexy, handsome
Thanks for the wonderful time and also good advice.
Appreciate all,


Sunday, April 13, 2014

A 19-year old gay virgin, continued

I'm back from an amazing eight days in Toronto!  Some of my experiences might even be described as "life-changing" in a small way and I will blog about these in the days to come.  I met numerous extremely interesting gay men, most platonically,  who I expect to remain as long-distance friends. 

The behaviour of the big city gays on the hookup sites squirt.org and Grindr  was a challenge.  There were many more flakes, players and "all-talk-no-action" guys than I ever experienced in my home town, but that story will appear in another post.
Sp here is the continuation of the story of the 19-year old gay virgin.  By the way, Virgin Boy, at 19, is younger than two out of three of my children.  Gulp!

After a short chat, Virgin Boy asked if he could come over.  He wanted to lose his virginity, NOW, before he lost his nerve!!!  He lived some 45 minutes away (in good weather) and I questioned the safety of the treacherous, ice-covered highways.

He assured me that he was a good driver and armed with my address, he set off.  I followed his progress using the Grindr GPS:  30 miles, 20 miles, 2000 feet etc.  OMFG!  I couldn't believe that he's actually coming!

Virgin Boy looked like every other hunky hockey-playing young man:  handsome, blue-eyed, 5'-11", broad shoulders, narrow hips, juicy ass, lean and lightly muscled.  He had masses of shaggy blonde hair;  sort of a teen boy version of Farrah's 70's hairdo.  Virgin Boy was absolutely gorgeous and visibly trembled as we shook hands.

At my suggestion, we got comfortable in bed with our clothes on.  I find it very awkward getting undressed in front of a stranger and the mutual removal of clothing is the sexiest foreplay. 

We drank our beer and I gently asked him about the history of his same-sex attraction and he gradually relaxed.  From a very early age, he knew that was attracted to men but as a masculine dude, was certain that none of his friends or family had any idea about him.

He had never even been touched by a man so as we talked, I ran my hands all over to ease him into it gently;  inner thighs, chest, belly, bulge and jawline.

I eased his jeans off to reveal tight turquoise boxer-briefs tented with a huge hard cock and sporting a big, slippery, wet spot at his cockhead.

Virgin Boy (soooo embarrassed!):  Oh my God!  I'm leaking!  Oh no!
Buddy Bear: (laughing) You're a cum factory!  Dude, that's good thing, believe me!

I quickly got both of us naked and we got right down to business.  It was all sweetness!  Virgin Boy was a pretty good kisser and, unlike any other lover I've had, followed my lead every step of the way.  I sucked his cock and he sucked mine. (I could barely feel it!)  I gave his cock and balls a silicone-lubed massage and he insisted on doing the same to me.... OMFG!   It felt sooo good!

As things headed up, he became more and more aroused and vocal:  "Fuck me!  I want you to fuck me now!"  I lubed his ass and gave him a one-fingered prostate massage while he moaned and writhed.  SO HOT!   It was obvious that he will be a devoted bottom one day, but I said:  "Dude, not today, another time.  You're really tight... I don't want to do that to you right now; not on your first time.

After about 30 minutes, I said that it was time for him to cum.  I sucked his beautiful fat, uncut cock, ramming it into the back of my throat as he moaned and caught his breath.  Finally, he let loose with a gusher of nasty-tasting, bitter cum. (Smokers have the worst-tasting cum.  It was the only think not perfect about Virgin Boy.  lol)  A Big Gulp!

He collapsed back on the pillow and closed his eyes.

Gay Virgin (in a small voice):  Would it be terrible if I said I can't do this anymore?
Buddy Bear:  Baby, no problem!
Gay Virgin (with glassy eyes):  But you didn't cum!
Buddy Bear:  Erik, I can jerk myself off in ten seconds.  But it would be ridiculous to do that right now.  This is all about you!  It's all about you, sweetie!
Gay Virgin:  But you didn't get anything out of this!
Buddy Bear:  I enjoyed every single second with you, right from when you got our of your car.  It was all good!  Quit worrying about it.
Gay Virgin:  ... okay..... (and then in a little boy's voice)  Tell me about how your coming out went.

I told him the story while I stroked him gently;  he remained motionless and looked like he was about to cry.  I emphasized a few points, paraphrased here:

  1. You will come out on your own terms, whenever and to whomever you want.
  2. I feel lucky to be gay and one day, I hope you will feel the same.  You're just starting your life.  You're handsome, smart, have a hot body and a beautiful, fat cock. I'm so envious! You're going to get more sex that all of your straight friends put together. 
  3. Gay men are warriors;  I've never met a gay who didn't have courage.  Virgin Boy said: "I don't have courage."  I replied;  "Baby, when you need it, you will have the courage you need.  I promise."
  4. You are very lucky to be living in Canada and in our town:  you'll get nothing but support.  No one in your life will think anything different when you tell them you're gay.
After a long while, I said that he really should be driving home;  it was past midnight on a school night!  He got dressed, I walked him to the door and shook his hand.  He literally ran to his car and sped off into the night.  I followed his GPS progress in reverse:  1,000 feet, 10 miles, 30 miles until he got safely home.

I sent him one final message on Grindr:
"I wish you all the best, Erik.  You're an intelligent, courageous young man and I know everything will work for you in time."

He responded:   :)  Thank you.

Friday, April 11, 2014

My apologies!

I was touched and horrified when Sean "Just a Jeep Guy" texted yesterday to say that some of my blog readers were concerned about my absence from the Blogosphere.

Thanks for your concern, everyone.  I've been having a fanulous time!

I've been in Toronto for the last seven days on a work-related assignment.    I've been extremely busy with the work and much gay extra-curricular fun, most of it not involving hooking up.

But I've had no free time and extremely limited access to a private computer for blogging.  I'll be blogging from home again on Sunday.
And as to that 19 year old virgin, I was writing that post on an airport stopover using my Smartphone.... a huge pain in the rear.  I finally gave up but didn't realize that I inadvertently published the unfinished post.  I will continue that sweet story as soon as possible.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

A 19 year old gay virgin

For the past several years, I had a strict rule about not hooking up with any guy who was younger than my oldest kid (who just turned 22)

But just a few days after breaking that rule with Sweet Brazilian Boy who is 21, I doubly broke my rule by 19 year old gay virgin who was younger than TWO of my children.  I'm going to rot in hell for sure!  

The boys pictured in today's post resemble the Nervous Young Dude, as I will call him, and are from the Hey Sweetie! photos of great eye-candy blog, Artistry of Male Soul Food.

Three evenings ago just as our spring blizzard / freezing rain storm was winding down, I was messaged on Grindr from a completely blank profile.

With very little prompting, the messager revealed himself to be an 19 year old who had graduated from high school last June.  He was super nervous about messaging me on Grindr but was horny as hell and decided it was time to lose his gay virginity. 

Was I into younger guys?   Hell, yes!  Did I have any beer in the house?  He'd need one to relax a bit.  I sure do!  I asked him, "Where did you go to high school?"

This post is continued A 19-year old gay virgin, continued.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

My sweet Brazilian boy

Wow!  In three years of blogging, this is the longest I've ever gone without posting.  One reason was that I slept at my parents' computerless house (in town) for a couple of nights.

We had a spring blizzard, complete with much snow and freezing rain and it was much safer to not travel on the treacherous, icy highway.

But the main reason for not being available is that I've been keeping company with Lucas, the sweet young man from Brazil, three times in the past week alone.  Lucas has a forestry degree and is attending university in my town for 18 months.  He is very smart and earned a coveted place in an English-language training programme funded by the Brazilian government.

He is 6'-0", 168 pounds, slim with the hint of abs and the sweetest baby face which causes him much distress.  In fact, he's growing a goatee to make him look more mature.   "I wish I was older!"

I laughed and told him: (1)  Lucas, you will be old all too soon and (2) below the waist, you are all man!  He has a long, beautifully fat, responsive, uncut cock.

After three years of hookups, I finally broke my own rule about sleeping with someone younger than my oldest kid:  my daughter is 22 and Lucas, sweet boy, is 21.

He came to my house on Sunday at 9:00 a.m. and we spent the next five hours together in bed without a break, kissing for hours, both aggressively and sweetly, at times holding each others lips motionless against the other's.  We massaged each other and did much ass play and mutual 69s.

After much edging, I finally made Lucas and me cum and then he promptly fell asleep(!), snoring gently, our naked bodies intertwined.  I also napped as Lucas cuddled against me like a warm, cuddly puppy dog.  Round two followed the same pattern;  an hour of kissing and erotic play with both of us cumming.  This time he arranged himself against me in a spoon-like fashion and again, fell asleep instantly.

Round three ended with him cumming yet again but as for me, I was done!  Throughout our several times together, we talked about our respective lives.  Facts about Lucas:
  1. He's from an upper middle-class family in Sao Paulo where his father owns a large forestry company and his mother's a doctor.
  2. Lucas was accelerated at private school and started university at 16. 
  3. He is a self-described nerd (not true!) and said modestly, "I'm a good boy!"
  4. Before Lucas came to my town in October, he had no training in English at all.
  5. He speaks English remarkably well but I often have to rephrase using simpler words before he understands what I'm saying. 
  6. Lucas understands the difference between "come" and "cum."  lol   
  7. As a result of his mainly vegetarian diet, he has the sweetest cum I've ever tasted.
  8. Lucas has travelled extensively in South America but never in North America.
  9. He misses his mother and her cooking.  Brazilians eat beans and rice as a staple with lots of vegetables and maybe a fragment of chicken or pork added.  
  10. Said Lucas:  "You never see a fat Brazilian."
  11. He has had girlfriends but realized he liked men at 19.  He wasn't a gay virgin when he met me but had very few M2M experiences.
  12. He is not out to anyone in Canada (except me) nor to his family in Brazil. 
  13. Lucas said that Brazil is not particularly gay- accepting.  As to coming out to his family, he said:  "I don't want to think about that right now."
  14. He hates the traffic congestion and the pollution of Sao Paulo and is not certain that he wants to return.
And to the Debbie Downers out there, I am not being a foolish, smitten old middle-aged man.  I know that Lucas will eventually move on to other men.  In any case, he will leave Canada one year.  But I know that my time with him so far will rank among one of my life's sweetest, most memorable experiences.

I wish I could find myself a sweet Brazilian man like Lucas ..... but one who is 30 years older......

Saturday, March 29, 2014

True Colours

It's been a while since I've done a Too Much Information set of questions by Sean of Just a Jeep guy.  I always enjoy them.  Thanks, Sean!

This is another timed Saturday morning post because I'm on an overnight winter camping trip the pristine wilderness with 25, grade eleven students.  No rest for the wicked!

But, thank goodness, there are cabins for us to sleep in.  And it's around the freezing point and not -25 degrees.

Here are some lovely men in colourful Speedos to drool over.

1. What is your favorite color?  I like many colours but prefer ones which are strong and rich, like my future husband. lol   I usually choose on reds and blues. For clothing,  I invariably wear black shirts (or less often, white) at school or when I go out in the evening . It's an easy choice. 

2. What color are your eyes?
My eyes are hazel, sort of a non-colour which is the hardest eye colour to define:  a muddy mixture of brown, green and blue which varies depending on what I'm wearing.

3. What color is your hair?  I started out with red hair which became very blonde as a child and white-blonde in the summer.  My hair is now quite a dark blonde touched with grey at the temples but it really lightens up in the summer with lots of sun streaks.  They look FABULOUS!

4. What color is your bedroom?  My bedroom has two log walls which were left the natural, dark wood colour.  The two other walls are a deep, rich, medium blue.  I like the colour of natural wood.

5. Which color do you look best in?  I'm a "spring" so I do look good in clear, bright pastels.  But I generally don't wear those colours in favour of black, white, red or blue.

6. Is there a color you never wear?  I never wear yellow which gives me a jaundiced look and rarely pink, except when it is the anti-bullying International Day of Pink at school, which this year is April 9, 2014.  

7. How did you pick the color of your car?  I never pick the colour of my car.  I only buy used cars so I get stuck with whatever colour it comes in, usually a boring silver or beige.  But if I had a choice, I'd pick a red car every time.

8. Are your eyes ever green with envy?  I'd like to say "no";  I never envy other people's cars, houses or material possessions.  But I'll admit, I wish I looked like the fat-cocked, lean-torsoed men I see in the shower every day at my Athletic Complex.  Not a love handle or pot belly to be seen!

9. Do you have a signature color?  I love red best of all and select it every time I have it as a choice:  in towels, kitchen ware and once, I even owned a red car. 

10. How much do you love Cyndi Lauper! 
I have loved her songs, her vibrant personality and her early music videos right from the her beginnings in the early 80s with songs such as Girls Just Wanna Have Fun and Time after Time.

But with her open support as "a friend and family of" LGBTQ folk during her True Colors tour, I love her even more.

Gray hair is sexy as a goatee, and on temples touched with grey but never as grey pubes.  Ewww!

Thursday, March 27, 2014

My first Brazilian

And I'm not talking about a bikini wax, by the way.  :-)

Our winter seems to be dragging on and on.   It was -25 C this morning and now there's a heavy snowfall warning in effect, some 20 cm expected.  Blah!

As a result, I'm sleeping in town tonight at my parent's house to avoid a treacherous drive in to school.  I'm internet-less, so I'm posting using my Smartphone which I find a hassle.  This will just be a "teaser" post.

It's been a busy week of men, men, men!

1.  On Monday night, I broke my own rule and hooked up with a boy man younger than my oldest child.  Lucas is a Brazilian university student in town for 18 months to improve his English.  He looked exactly as the hot boys pictured here.    Sweet, baby-faced, lean-torsoed, horny as hell with the most beautiful, fat, uncut, responsive cock ever.

We spent five hours together and over four of those in bed where I discovered that Brazilian men are the sexiest in the world and surely the best kissers. (sorry, Will!)   He was also ridiculously romantic, as when he whispered with his heavy accent: "You have the most beautiful eyes!"  I willed myself NOT to say: "Yea, sure, once you look past the skin tags, droopy eyelids and the under-eye bags," but simply said: "Thank you!"

2.   On the next night, I was taken out to dinner by a handsome, charming Italian guy.  He is a successful local businessman, who looked far younger than his 51 years (our birthday's are two weeks apart!) and who is actively seeking an LTR.  

The date went really well and our conversation flowed, but I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it, let alone what he thought. I will post more about him later, but I may be approaching my greatest concern: meeting Mr. Right before I'm ready to take on someone else into my life.

3.   On Wednesday, I had a sleep-over date with Big Red who I've posted about many times before.  Big Red is ginger-haired, larger, sweet, very laid back, somewhat inexperienced but the sweetest kisser as well.

I've often said that if Big Red was 20 years older, I'd never let him go.

Our sleepover date was very special.  There is no substitute for sleeping all night with a sexy man, spooning, touching him whenever you want and waking him up with a blowjob. Bliss!


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