Monday, April 20, 2015

My hottie doctor's beautiful, thick cock.

My hunky doctor's torso looked EXACTLY like this!
Some of today's pics are from a calendar of Hunky Irish Doctors.

It's been such a long time since I've blogged!  I'm feeling pretty unmotivated about it these days as well as being completely swamped at work and other areas of my life.

As well, my recovery from my concussion took way longer that I thought.  It's been an extremely difficult few weeks and I'm starting to wonder if I'm a bit depressed.

Certainly I worry constantly about my tight financial situation, problems with my 2013 tax return and I'm a little tired of the time spent dealing with online flakes just to find a sweet, sexy man to hook up with.

But here's recap of recent events.

1.  Nearly three weeks ago, I slipped and gave myself a concussion on the ice in fairly remote wilderness area.  I had no memory at all of that entire day, of walking some 5 km off the ice and gradually, I've been piecing together events of the day like some horror show.

My own children confirmed that I had indeed driven my car some 8 km down the Trans-Canada highway in my concussed state with no memory of doing so.  I crazy-texted my kids throughout the day and my text history shows that my eldest daughter convinced me to stop driving and allow my parents to come and get me.  How fucked up is that?

My parents drove me to the Emergercy and within a few hours, I received many diagnostic tests including a CT brain scan and  was released to the care of my parents by my Hottie Doctor, blonde-haired, blue-eyed and with an athletic body to boot.

I took two days off school but should have stayed off longer;  at school, I had difficulty with concentrating during the my busy classes and had struggled which remembering students' names and doing simple tasks like taking attendance.

But after three weeks, I do feel 100% recovered.  But my kids extracted a promise from me that before I go on any more solo wilderness adventures, I will file a trip plan (via texting) with them;  where I am parked, where I'm going and when I will return.

2.  A week later, I was in the locker room of my Athletic Complex and who should walk by but shirtless Hottie Doctor!    His lean torso was ripped beyond belief and he nicely filled out his UnderArmor spandex shorts.

I lingered at my locker unnecessarily and was rewarded a view of his beautiful thick cock, a bit bigger than average, resting on a big, beautiful pair of low-hangers.  Woo-hoo!

After he got decently dressed, I went over to chat about my concussion:  he remembered me and was very sweet, but came across as very, very straight.

3.  I had one final sweet hookup with the sexy 19 year old university student and amateur drag queen.  I posted about his best-ever pickup line:  "Can I help you carry in your groceries?"   Sadly, he is leaving town to continue his final year of university in a far-away city.  I'll miss him!

I told him:  "You are the best kisser I've ever had! ... especially for a fairly inexperienced guy."  He replied:  "I learned how to kiss from your former student, Jordan _ _ _ _ _."    I thought, "Oh my!"  

The "Jordan" in question was my student for three years but I had no idea that he was gay and his sister was my eldest daughter's best friend for 8 years in elementary school.  This really is a very small town, in the gay sense.  lol.

4.  This week, I also hooked up with two other dudes.  The first was the father of a former student, a handsome guy sadly afflicted with early-onset Parkinson's Disease.   The second was a 11 hour hookup with a handsome, athletic-bodied "straight but questioning" former hockey player and worker from Alberta's oil patch;  one of my most unusual and special days I've ever spent with a man.

But.... this post is too long already.  I'll tell you about the last two guys in my next post!

Thursday, April 9, 2015

International Day of Pink

The first pic is (I think) of one the authors of the fabulous blog, http://twohornyguys.com/.

Yesterday was the International Day of Pink against bullying and homophobia in particular.  This initiative started with two high school students in Nova Scotia, Canada, and is now marked by over 8 million pictures in countries around the globe.

There are several anti-bullying pink days recognized throughout the world because the various interest groups can't agree on one day to celebrate.  But in my school division, April 8th is "The Big One" and it is a big deal in all of our public elementary and high schools.

We were featured prominently in the local media which is always a thrill for the students involved.   My school had a decent percentage of students wearing pink,with some of them completely over-the-top with pink-dyed hair, pink face paint and wearing pink from head to toe.

Our GSA students and Students' Council held a pink T-shirt sale, Pink Bake Sale and raffled off some FABULOUS gift baskets with the most random collection of pink items you've ever seen.  So much fun! 

I was one of the main organizers of Pink Day at my school and the day went off perfectly even though I wasn't even there.  On Sunday, I was walking on the ice to an offshore island up the coast when I slipped and hit my head on the ice.

I suffered a mild concussion and have no memory at all of the next 7 hours or more, although I do know my doggie and I walked some 5 km to the highway to phone my parents for help from a gas station.

Without knowing it, I crazy-texted my kids throughout the ordeal and as they now live all over the country, this caused them great alarm. They, in turn, phoned my parents who found me in my confused state.

My head still hurts and I've been off school now for several days, but I am very much on the mend.  But I will post full details of this adventure on the weekend.
 
For now, I'm using the Day of Pink as an excuse (not that need an excuse) to post pictures of hunky men in pink spandex with lovely cock bulges.


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Sunday, April 5, 2015

Easter sleepover in a swanky hotel

I'm feeling quite unmotivated about blogging these days although my gay adventures are never-ending.  My life seems "all gay, all the time" but I think I just have a heightened sense of queer awareness which did not exist for the first 40 years of my life.  I notice gay people and situations everywhere I go.

For the first time, I wondering if I might be little depressed:  our winter is dragging on seemingly forever, with night-time temperatures still dipping to as low as -20 C (-4 F).   As well, my parents are both starting to show their age and that saddens and concerns me.

But the concern is my difficult financial situation:   my ex and I are equally sharing expenses for my son's commercial diving programme (some $30,000 for the year) and he has now run out of cash.  The only saving grace is that these expenses will end in June and he's confident that he will be employed in his field soon.

These expenses are in addition to my usual ones:  my mortgage (having bought my ex out of our home),  spousal support, insurance, utilities, my property taxes, the kids' cell phones and on and on.   But this situation won't last forever but for the moment, I'm highly stressed out and bored with being frugal and having to worry about every $5.00 that I spend.   :-|

But here's my gay news or the week:

1.  I spent an evening and and entire day at a LGBTQ student workshop which attracted over 150 students, grades 7 to 11, mainly from small towns all over the region.  Some of the groups travelled 500 km to attend!

The students were all excited, fabulous and highly motivated in their queer activism, but their challenge will come when they try to bring change to their isolated communities.

2.   At school, the couple of GSA kids and I are feeling pressure from principal to stage a big "gay" event, the April 8 Day of Pink. 

The GSA kids have so many issues on their own so, in desperation, I had to seek help from the Students' Council kids who very quickly made plans for the day:  Pink T-shirt sales, Pink Day Posters, Pink Cup Cakes sales, announcements and the like.

3.  I have posted several times about my fuck buddy, an aboriginal dude who had bariatric surgery and who works in a gold mine in the northern part of our province was in town.  Aboriginal Fuck Buddy was in town for a "wild weekend" which included me!

In addition to having sex, what he really wanted from me was intimacy, conversation with a friend and cuddling in bed all night long..... meaning, he asked me to sleep over in his swanky hotel room!

 This made for a very, very long day for me:  up at 6:00 a.m. to walk the dogs, arrived at school early to finish my supply teacher preparations, dropped my doggies off at my parents' for doggy-sitting and then on to the LGBTQ student conference which ended for the teachers at 7:00 pm  (They fed us supper. Yum!)

sThen, I had to pick up my dogs, drive some 30 km home, get them settled for the night and THEN, drive 30 km to his hotel by 10:00 pm.  It was very special, not just the bedtime and morning sex, but especially everything in between;  sweet kissing, spooning and falling asleep with masculine guy in my arms. Very sweet!

4.   I find myself double booked for Monday:  the 19 year old university student / drag perfomer who I blogged about here and here is leaving town permanently in two weeks and he wants to spend "all day" with me, our last time for sweet intimacy.  I"ll miss him!

As well, I have a coffee date with a 67 year old formerly-married guy, extremely handsome and just coming out in a big way in town.  I've met him several times at the 5O+ LGBTQ social group in town and he wants to become involved in our Pride committee.  He's slim, extremely handsome with striking blue-green eyes and an amputee with one leg missing below the knee.

While I don't really want to hook up with someone that old, he's funny, charming, successful and intelligent. I think he's looking for a friend and also someone to cuddle with. We'll see what happens!

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Inexperienced trailer park hottie

 Today's pics are from Flip Flops Boy and all resemble my new friend, Trailer Park Hottie.

I live in a rural area, so a hookup invariably involves a 30 minute drive to town or for a gentleman caller to drive here.  Too often, men say that I live too far away for  hookup.

In the case of a car-less young hunk (usually a student), I often drive into town to pick him up, bring him to my house and then reverse the process at the end of our sexytime, 120 km (70 miles) in all.  And I must add, all this driving is well worth the rewards received.

So imagine my excitement when I was Grindr - messaged last summer by a 28 year old hottie, 5'8", 150 pounds who lived only 4 km away!

Although I never received his face pic, other of his pictures revealed a toned, lightly furry and tattoo-free torso, a hint of abs, a magnificent, above-average cock and and a full bush of rampant pubic hair.  A rarity, these days!

Over the next nine months, Trailer Park Hottie "played footsie" with me, usually messaging me around midnight a few times per month.  He was usually bored and horny and often asked me questions:  "What do you do with a guy in bed?  But after a few minutes of chat, he would log off Grindr and often not log on again for a week or more. 

Over many months, he also sent me many pics of various of his body parts:  cock (hard and soft), balls, ass and thighs.  So hot!   But I gradually came to the conclusion that he was either a tease or was extremely inexperienced and lacked the courage for a face-to-face meeting.

To use a fisherman's analogy, it took me many months to "reel him in."  When  I finally meet a young man in person, I always ask: "Why did you pick me out of all those dozens of profiles?"

They always same the same thing:
(1)  They liked my face picture, usually describing it as "handsome" and sometimes "kind."
(2)  I took the time to get to know them online and to talk honestly about myself in a non-sexual way.
(3)  I never initiate the conversation about sex, ever.  Inexperienced young men hate it when an older guy starts the conversation with a crude proposition.  ("I want to pound your virgin ass!" or "I want to suck your cock!")  

Finally, last Friday night (at 1:00 am!) I received the message: 

Trailer Park Hottie:   "Can you come over now?  We can sit on my couch, watch porn and jerk off together.  But I don't want you touching me."

Buddy Bear:  "Dude!  It's too late and I'm too tired!  Message me on Grindr any time tomorrow and I'm all yours"

All day Saturday, I monitored his Grindr profile and watched as he logged on and off all day long, building up his courage.  Finally at 5:00 pm, he messaged me:  "Can you come over?  But it has to be right now.  I don't have a lot of time. "


Trailer Park Hottie was absolutely adorable, a cutie who greeted me at the door shirtless (a lean, lightly furry torso!) with dishevelled hair, bare feet and track pants revealing a promising bulge.  He had a sweet smile but otherwise was too nervous to speak and was trembling visibly.

On the couch, I took off my jeans to reveal my rock-hard cock stretching out my Andrew Christians.  He was so hot!  He unzipped and started to play with his cock which quickly grew to +7 inches and quite thick.  A thing of beauty, especially on a smaller guy!

Although Trailer Park Hottie told me in advance that I would not be allowed to touch him, I put some lube on my hand and asked, "May I?"  He nodded and I applied lube to his beautiful cock. He stretched back, closed his eyes and moaned and trembled as I used the cock massage techniques taught to me by Rick of Torn Jeans.   So incredibly hot! 

At one point, I whispered in his ear: "Do you want to touch my cock?"   He nodded, so I applied lube and he gave a firm-gripped handjob which made me squirm.

Much later, I whispered again in his ear: "Hey baby, I you to cum my mouth.  Can you do that for me?"  He nodded again and after very little effort, I had a blast of his sweet, salty cum in my mouth. So hot!   I kept his cock in his mouth for a few minutes after he came, feeling it throb sporadically and gently massaging it with my tongue as I caressed his belly, balls and inner thighs with my hands.

To avoid any after-hookup awkwardness, I pulled on my pants and prepared to leave.  Trailer Park Hottie hugged me (at my request) and said:  "Next time, I'd like to try some of that on you."   Next time? Woo-hoo!

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Golden shower


I've been too busy and exhausted to blog this week, yet again.  Most days, I have every intention of doing a quick post at bedtime but invariably, I fall asleep instantly.  But here a few random snippets of my week.

1.  The cute, passionate cub who gave me my best complement ever ("You fuck like a porn star!") wants me to pee on him and then fuck his Hungry Ass.  Although I don't understand the sexual appeal of being peed on, I've decided that I want to do it .... I think it might be fun and it will certainly be another interesting item crossed off on my gay sex bucket list.

But now I am starting to have Peeing Anxiety, more correctly, Volume Anxiety.  I am a middle-aged man, after all, and I never could pee like a race horse, even in my prime.  But Sexy Cub assures me that is not the volume of pee which is of interest, rather, where it is aimed

Does anyone one have any experience with this, or advice? 

2.  My son traveled just over half-way across the country to come home for his Spring Break.  Although he just turned 18, I am struck by how self-confident and self-reliant he is, as well as being a total hunk.  He's extremely handsome; very blonde with brilliant blue eyes,  broad shoulders and slim hips.

He spent most of his time with his girlfriend (a beautiful, quirky, intelligent young woman who was my student for grades 10, 11 and 12), his posse of close friends and slept a few nights at his mother's house. 

Despite that, I saw him nearly every day "on the fly" for short periods of time.  His time was seriously divided but he did his best to see me.

I was sad that he wasn't with me full time, but then I considered how divided his time was and how much pressure he must have been under to spend time with everyone.  When your kids are adults, it is natural to see less of them and in a divorced family, the kids' time is even more divided.

2.  My eldest daughter turned 23 this week and I hosted birthday lunch for her, my son and parents.   As my daughter is a chef-in-training in a fancy gourmet restaurant in town, I put pressure on myself to produce a "gourmet" lunch.

The menu:  a salad of mixed spring greens with maple vinaigrette, candied pecans and shaved parmesan, crab cakes with corn and cilantro, freshly baked biscuits and that 70s classic, Bacardi Rum Cake baked in a Bundt pan!


3.  I attended a drag event where Hunky University Student was a featured performer.  I was overwhelmed and awe-struck by his on-stage presence!   As a woman, he was gorgeous and voluptuous, with incredible energy, charisma and sex appeal. The crowd went wild!

At the end of the evening, a very drunk married couple staggered towards me at the door.  The handsome, well-dressed 40ish husband pressed $10 into my hand.  Can you call us a taxi?  I laughted:  "Are you serious?"

He hugged me and slurred: "Yes, you look after us and I'll look after you!"  I did what he asked and with one arm wrapped deliciously around his mid-section, helped him and his attractive, voluptuous wife (who had been giving me the eye all evening) into the taxi.  I had a fleeting thought: if they had offered me $200 for a threesome, I would have said:   "Hell, yes!"


Saturday, March 14, 2015

Hookup with a drag queen OR Butt-fucking while standing up

I'm always on the lookout for attention-grabbing post titles and I couldn't decide between these two, so, what the heck, I decided to use them both.

I'm finding that this one-a-week posting just doesn't work for me;  there are so many stories that are falling by the wayside, unreported for my own personal journal of my gay journey.

It's been an exhausting week and I've been too busy to post, what with my regular teaching duties, school extra-curricular activiyies, Pride planning work and hooking up with some fine men.

I had hookups three nights in a row with three very special men.

Wednesday Night:  After many months of messaging, I hooked up with a married guy who occasionally likes to play with men with his wife's blessing, he said.  He drove to my house from an isolated northern region some one hour away and brought a bottle of red wine to share.  Classy!  And highly motivated!

He didn't tell me his age but I pegged him at 40 but he had an incredibly fit, boyish figure unlike I'd ever seen on a mature man.  I was shocked when he told me that he was 56, the father of three with numerous grandchildren.

Boyish Married Guy had a most remarkable life story:  he left school at 13 and was on his own by 16, doing the work of a grown man.  He earned his fine figure with a lifetime of doing heavy labour on the railroads, in northern logging operations and in various mines.  Although he limited schooling, he was intelligent and extremely interesting to talk to.

When asked about his wife, he said, fondly:  "Oh, she knows I like cock!  I told her all about it when we started going out forty years ago."

He went on to say:  "She beautiful!  An amazing woman!  I love her more than anything and we have sex all the time, still.  But she knows that I need to have a cock up my ass every now and then..... she understands completely."

We had the most intense hookup ever which lasted several hours, and yes, plenty of butt-sex happened.  He'll be back, he said!

Thursday Night:  I spent the next whole evening, about five hours, with the handsome and insatiable 19 year old university student who I blogged about here.    He's a champion cuddler, a fantastic kisser, horny as hell and a dead ringer for Adam Lambert. 

Hunky Student has the same FABULOUS mop of dark hair, intense eyes but was quite a bit chubbier than Lambert.  At Hunky Student's request, I modelled my collection of Andrew Christian undies; he liked the jockstrap the best.


What I'll remember most about our encounter was the after-glow of our sex, when he laid his his head on my furry chest and looked at me with what seemed to be adoration. Very intimate!  Later, we lay naked together with our limbs entwined and lips pressed together and we both fell sound asleep.  So sweet!

And yes, Horny University Student revealed to me that he has been a drag performer for two years and invited me to his next performance next week.  I can't wait to see him!  We spent hours discussing the appeal of drag and technical aspects of its performance;  I received quite an education! 

Friday Night:   I spent yet another evening at the swanky airport hotel with Hunky Brazilian flight attendant.   So hot!  It was also my first experience as a top doing stand-up butt-sex which, to be honest, I found to be a pain in the back.  But I'll have to write about my new Brazilian friend in my next post.

But I will say at this:  he wants to see me in three weeks, the next time his flight schedule brings him to town.  This leads me to this question:  How many "regulars" should a gay guy have?  I have a dozen or more!

Monday, March 9, 2015

Passionate Brazilian flight attendant

Like most places in North America, it's been a very cold winter;  our average temperature in February was the coldest in our entire recorded weather history.

But due to the improvements I made in the plumbing system, my water system only froze once, very minimally, which I was able to thaw out in minutes.

This was huge improvement over last year where I had daily freezing issues for most of January and February.  Woo-hoo!  But in the past two days, temperatures have soared to 0 C (32 F)!  Balmy and spring-like!  To my great amusement and pleasure, I noticed a few young men going around town in shorts.  :-)

I haven't posted in over a week not because I had nothing to blog about but I was too busy with gay shenanigans to blog about them including several sweet hookups.  I fear that my posts are getting a bit repetitive.  But here is an update from last week:


  • Every day, I see hot naked guys at my gym with beautiful cocks and asses, letting it all hang out in the communal showers and locker room.  It is one of the simple pleasures of my life which I never tire of.
  • I had a four hour hookup with a Brazilian flight attendant at a swanky airport hotel!  He was 35 but looked ten years younger.  He was intelligent, passionate and deeply appreciative of my efforts and highly vocal.  I asked: "Aren't all your hookups like this?"   He shook his head vigorously:  "You have no idea !!"
  • Passionate Brazilian resembled the handsome guys pictured here but without the visible abs;  lightly muscled, smooth and with a shaved head and beautiful dark eyes.
  • Passionate Brazilian was so thrilled with our encounter that he made an arrangement get together next Friday, his next stopover in town.  Yes, sir!
  • At my school, our GSA has been re-invigorated with help from our students' council and we now have two transgender students (trans boys), two lesbians and (I think) two female allies, "friends of...." attending regularly.    
  • The sad part is that most of the gay teen boys are as deeply closeted as ever.  How do we reach them?
  • I attended our city-wide Gay Straight Alliance planning with 25 FABULOUS queer students;  such courage and enthusiasm!  We planned many joint and school-based queer events and I am planning a trip for delegation to the national Canadian GSA summit in May
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The one thing that I won't be blogging about is my exciting weekend visit to a major Canadian city to visit a special friend, perhaps future husband material, who moved there a month ago.

We had a fantastic time but mainly "played house", rarely leaving his downtown condo.  But it remains bittersweet, I think for both of us, living so far apart among other complications.

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