Beautiful bearded young men

In my last post, I described my dating situation which had been going on for the past three months.  And yes, we actually had been "dating" and most unusually for a couple of gay guys, we didn't hook up until our third or fourth meeting.

The next morning, Dating Guy texted to see how I was doing.  I gave him a detailed account of the goings-on in the teachers' staffroom describing all the lovely male student teachers at the photocopier.   

It's interesting to note that most of the young men have facial hair .... neatly-trimmed beards rather than just scruff.  It makes their lips look even more delicious than usual.  Sluurrp!!!   I also texted about one of the young men who has the most amazing, voluptuous ass I've ever seen in real life.  Mesmerizing!   Looking at it actually makes me salivate in some odd Pavlovian response.

I also texted Dating Guy about my student teacher Hottite Wrestler,  mainly about the pants he was wearing that morning and how he looked in them.  I still have this (wishful) thought that he is gay.  But it's possible that Hottie Wrestler just being flirtatious in response to some unconscious signal being sent by me.  Here is part of our texted conversation:

Buddy Bear:   Oh no!"  Hottie Wrestler is being chatted up by my EA*.   She's a BEAUTIFUL young Italian girl, so sweet.   *Educational Assistant
Dating Guy:  THAT BITCH!!  Go over there and slap her!  Tell her the wrestler dude is yours!!"
Buddy Bear:  LOL.  He seems interested, they're both smiling.  But I still think he's gay!
Dating Guy:   Is his bulge getting bigger?
Buddy Bear:  Not that I can tell.  Wait, they're done talking.  She's walking away!

Dating Guy:   Are his eyes following her as she walks away?  That's what straight boys do!!

Dating Guy can be wickedly funny.

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In response to the comments on my last post about Dating Guy: 

1. I plan to be in an LTR with some special guy eventually, but after 21 years of marriage, it may be many years before I'm ready to get tangled up with someone else's emotions. 
2. I told Dating Guy that I'm not ready for dating, either.  It would be a huge mistake to rebound into a new relationship when I am just enjoying myself as a single gay man. ..... Sowing my gay wild oats, as it were.  
3. I will admit that being with a guy who is ambitious and financially well-off has its appeal.  But money will in no way make up for someone who doesn't value me just as I am. 
4. Dating Guy's ex living in his basement is a pretty fucked-up situation.  I don't completely believe it when he tells me that their relationship is over.  I didn't mention that he's keeping our dating a secret from his ex.
5. I really would like to remain friends with Dating Guy:  he's charming, wickedly funny, intelligent and would be a great gay mentor.  But he wants much more than that.
6. Dating Guy and I have not generated much "chemistry" and I don't think our kissing is going to improve.  :-(
7. His micro-observation of detail is not going to change .... and I can't be comfortable with someone who always offers "helpful" suggestions about my appearance no matter how well-intentioned.  I shouldn't have to change who I am and how I feel, and nor should he.
8. I very much agree with "Anonymous who said:  " You might be wise to find a man with more maternal qualities, someone who has had kids and understands sacrifice and the value of family."

So .... I will continue to see Dating Guy but on a very casual basis (if he still wants to see me) but will also hook up with other guys as I choose.  I hope that if I effectively communicate how I feel (points #1 to 8), we might just be able to remain good friends.   I still wonder if this is possible.

Dating complication

Last January, I mentioned that I was dating a special guy but wasn't prepared to share any details of a budding relationship.  Last night, this new friendship took a very unexpected turn.

Dating Guy is 47 years old, my height, handsome, very well groomed, in reasonable shape, intelligent, ambitious, responsible, close to his family and is extremely secure financially.  He is sole owner of an extremely profitable business, owns six or more houses which he rents out and continues to work at his former health care job on a casual basis.  The thought did cross my mind that if I married him, my financial worries would be over.

We'd had countless sweet chats on POF.com since last April.  Dating Guy seemed like a real "catch" but I resisted meeting him because: (1)  I wasn't ready to date and (2) he had just broken up with his fiance (a man) after seven years together.  But his ex was still living in the basement of Dating Guy's house while he completed job training.  It seemed an odd situation so I decided to steer clear of it.

But in January, we finally did meet and really hit it off.  He's an experienced gay guy, wickedly funny, romantic and was actively seeking a LTR.   We had an intense couple of weeks, meeting every single day in restaurants, coffee shops and at each other's homes including in our bedrooms.  I'd rank him as a 9.5 as "perfect LTR material."  I was really starting to like him, a lot.

He was kind, thoughtful and attentive and seemed to be developing an infatuation with me.  But I started to feel jittery in his presence becaue he was extremely focused on details and on appearance.  He made numerous seemingly-innocuous but negative comments about my hair (dishevelled.... I hadn't had a haircut in two months), my blazer (too large ... okay, okay, it was a hand-me-down from a dead relative) and the condition of my house.  (disaster area: I am still unpacking and we're in the middle of never-ending renovations.)  

I will admit that I am hyper-sensitive to criticism especially that which is presented as a "joke."  I was raised under a cloud of relentless criticism and disapproval from my parents, a pattern which repeated itself during our marriage except it came from my wife.

Another fly in the ointment: his ex was still living in his basement and was scheduled to move out "any time now."  In fact, his ex had also had been messaging me on pof.com, as though they were in competition.

The worst part was that our kissing was quite awkward with little "chemistry" and normally, I`m darn good at kissing!  ALL my men tell me so!  Our kissing became even more awkward when Dating Guy corrected my technique and didn't allow any tongue action at all. 

Abruptly, our restaurant meals, pof chats, phone calls and texts dried up completely and without any explanation.  I was a little sad because I really liked Dating Guy as a friend but this cooling off gave me some needed perspective.  How did I really feel about him? 

Then last night he texted after a six weeks of silence: "Do you ever think of me?" and "Can we meet?  I have something important that I need to tell you but it has to be in person."

I drove the 30 km to his house.  (At midnight!  On a school night!!)  We greeted each other warmly and had a fantastic, funny conversation.  I really like him.  But he seemed unable to get to the point for my visit.  I finally offered:  "The main thing I learned during our two weeks of dating is that I am in no way ready for dating.  After nearly 22 years of marriage, I need more time."

He said:  "I'm sorry for cutting off contact without any explanation.  I started to like you more and more every time we met.  I mean, I REALLY, REALLY started to like you.  I got scared at how I was feeling and tried to run away from it." 

He launched into a month-long slut phase, hooking up with many, many guys but in the end, realized that he wanted me in his life.  And.... here's the final kick in the shorts .... his ex is still living in his basement, scheduled to move out in June.

I didn't comment about being his boyfriend but I told him how I felt about his criticism.  He apologized retroactively.   But, as I pointed out, how can you apologize for just being yourself?  I can't deny how I felt, how I feel, in his presence.

We chatted some more, kissed and fondled.   He wanted to move things into his bedroom but I declined.  It was 1:30 am!  And I wasn't feeling it.  So I just went home.

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I think that just the act of putting this sad story writing has helped me decide what I need to do.  But I'd appreciate your comments .....

That scared the shit out of me!

My last post ended with me musing about which man (or men) I would invite over on Monday, my only "home alone" night all month. My son was in town with at my wife's and my daughter was coming out the next day.

I invited the ginger-haired Whimpering Hottie to share my bed and he wasted no time in driving the 30 km to my house after his work. He was VERY excited to see me and we had a fantastic time!

And then between 10 pm and midnight, I had some sexytime in the same bed with a sweet 39 year old Italian dude.  But more on him later.

But today, here's another installment on TMI Thursday from Sean, Just a Jeep guy.

1. Do you scare easily?  I like to think I have nerves of steel.  This is a useful trait for any parent, especially if you have boys.  Also, I've been trained in first aid for my workplace and occasionally have been called upon to adminster Epi-pens and other forms of first aid. 

But I think my cancer experience at 19, when I had a near-terminal malignant melanoma (which had metasized and spread widely) has given me a lot of courage to face all sorts of challenges in life.

2. Do believe in ghosts, spirits, etc?    No.

3. What's the scariest movie you've ever seen?   I hate all horror movies and will never watch another one.   The last one I saw was Misery with Cathy Bates;  the hobbling scene still haunts me after 23 years.


4. Are you scared of things lurking under the bed?   Under my bed are lots of dust bunnies, dirty socks and once, a used condom. Ewww!! But nothing to be scared of.

5. Do you look in the backseat before you get into your car?  No, but I should. Late one night, I left my car window open and a very large raccoon was eating some forgotten groceries in the back seat. When I got into the car, I inadvertently trapped it in the car with me.  The raccoon lunged at me, hissing, with bared teeth.   SCARED.THE.SHIT.OUT.OF.ME.  Seriously.

 6. What's the scariest actual/real event you've experienced? Two years ago, our student nearly died of anaphylactic shock after eating a peanut over the mid-Atlantic on a flight from London. I was one of four teacher-chaperones looking after 30 students on a trip to Europe.

The student was non-responsive, near cardiac and respiratory arrest, and the flight crew was talking about diverting the plane to Iceland.  But a doctor on board administered some drugs which stablized him until we landed in Toronto.   

7. Do you have nightmares?   No, I sleep like a log and never remember any of my dreams, if I have them.

8. Do you have any phobias such as heights, bugs, dogs or cats, flying, etc?  No. But I am sensible;  I don't pick up snakes and am cautious when I am in high places.

BONUS: What was your scariest sexual experience?    I blogged in October about giving a back-seat blowjob to a responsive, fat-cocked hottie when we interrupted by an irate and aggressive homeowner.  I escaped but then worried all week that the homeowner had noted down my license plate / school bumper sticker and that the police would show up at my school.

Too many men ....

It is Sunday evening and I will be home alone for two nights, maybe three;  a rarity, for me.  Both my son and daughter will be at their mother's house for a few days.  I'm too tired for any hanky-panky tonight so I spent the evening planning future hookups. 

I've been on the hookup sites for just over a year now and I keep expecting the "Fresh Meat Syndrome" to wear off. Anyone newly-registered on a site will get a great many offers.  But after a while, he starts to look like a piece of browning fruit that's been sitting on the grocery store shelf too long;  the one that no one wants. 

That hasn't been really my experience.  I'm still getting plenty of offers from guys who are unfamiliar to me but now I have many "repeats," men who want to hook up with me again. 

It's becoming a real problem:  too many men who want to be with me, not enough time.  I don't want them to think that I am blowing them off;  that I don't find them desirable.

I spent the evening considering the pros and cons of my top dozen potential candidates.  Here are a few: 

1.  Even with his Parkinson's, Mr. Handsome does drive a car but I'd be concerned about him finding his way out here, 30 km in the country.  Our encounters are super-hot but we were just together three days ago ....too soon!

2.  Although I've made it clear to my Fuck Buddyy from the start that I'm not ready for a LTR, I'm concerned that he sees me as a potential boyfriend but the feeling is not mutual.  Since our fuck-less evening together, he's proposed a walk in the park and a dinner in a restaurant but I don't want to invite him to my home.

3.  Doug (my coffee friend who is HIV+) is very hot, fit and extremely experienced.  I know he'd share my bed in a flash and has made that offer many times.  But he's so lonely and so wanting an LTR that I'd worry that he might start to become clingy.   

4.  The 6'-7" university student from Trinidad, with beautiful dark skin, smooth as honey, has texted me a few times.  He has his own car and would love to visit me again.  When / if he does come, we've already discussed that I plan to offer my bottom to him.

5.  I've been messaged (separately) by a couple of sweet 22 year olds over the past several months who really, really want to get together with me.  Although I've been hooking up more with guys my age recently, I still have a craving for young cock every now and then.  But since neither of them has a car and I'd have to make two round trips into town to get them, 30 minutes each way.

6,  Blowjob Hottie is a man I really, really, really want to be with again.  It was, by far, the best experience I've ever had giving a blowjob:  handsome dude, fantastic kisser, perfect body, amazing fat cock and the most responsive, vocal and deeply appreciative blowjob recipient ever.  I want to see what he can do in pleasuring me...

7.  Whimpering Hottie is the ginger-haired, inexperienced 23 year old college student who was sweet, intelligent, fantastic kisser and very receptive to my love-making.   As I sucked his cock, he whimpered like a little kitten.  I'd love to hear that again!

My decision:  I invited Whimpering Hottie to my house after school on Monday.  (he eagerly accepted!!)  The reasons:  he's 23, hot, sexually-responsive  and intelligent.  But the main reason was that he forgot his expensive watch at my house after our last hookup and I've been feeling guilty about it!   After Whimpering Hottie leaves, I'll considering inviting Blowjob Hottie who is mainly available later at night. 

I want to make the most of my free evening!

Role playing with Mr. Handsome

At 7:00 pm last night, Mr. Handsome , the father of a former student, asked if I wanted to come over.  His sister (living with him temporarily) had just left and would be out until 9:30. 

"That's not much notice!!"  I said, considering it was a 30 minute drive into town. He apologized but said he didn't know that she was leaving until a minute before.  I really did want to see him:  "I'll be there in an hour."

Thirty minutes later, as I was speeding down the highway, Handsome texted me several times. Annoying! I had to find a safe spot to pull over on the snowy highway. 

He first asked me to go through the side gate in the backyard fence and use the back door directly into the sub-basement where his love nest was.  A discreet way to sneak in! 

He texted again:

Handsome:  "Role-play, come in through the back door and into my bedroom without knocking.  Lights off.  I'll be asleep and you're an intruder who will wake me up.

And then later: "Don't be gentle."

I had two reactions which I kept to myself: 
(1)  Oh come on!  I'm SO not into role-playing.  That is so dumb!!
(2)  Gosh, what if I go into the wrong house?   I'd only been there once before under the cover of darkness and had forgotten the number.

I entered the house as directed and tiptoed into his bedroom.  There he was, naked on the bed, "sleeping" and looking as handsome as ever, his rock-hard cock pointing at the ceiling.  Irresistible!

Some men like cuddling and sweet, slow kissing.  Not him!  The more aggressive I was with Mr. Handsome, the more aroused he became.  But he gave back as good as he got.  OMFG!!  Aggressive love-making from both of us ... so hot!

I assume because of his Parkinson's Disease, his nervous system became overloaded with sensory inputs so his legs started thrashing about and his head slammed from one side to the other.  To kiss him, I held his head still using both my hands and I applied a leg lock on him, using all the strength in my thighs.   I thought:  "Holy fuck!  He really is disabled.  I can't believe I'm having sex with a disabled person!"

All the while, I had one eye on the clock as our time was running short.  Very off-putting!  He asked me to top him, and be rough about it.  In my very limited topping experience, I always worry about hurting the bottom but this was, apparently, what he wanted.  So I slowly put myself into him and pounded his ass for a minute or so until he just couldn't take any more.  (For the record:  I used a condom, cockring and lots of lube)

I was nowhere near cumming but we both came later by hand.  I suspect that I won't ever cum while topping as long as I'm wearing a condom.

Our time was up.  I collected my supplies and jumped into my clothes.

Mr. Handsome:   Do you ever see my son at school?
Buddy Bear:  Every day.  He's in the class beside mine for period 5. 
Mr. Handsome:  He's a good kid ... and a top student.
Buddy Bear:  Yes, he is.  I have to tell you that I looked up your son's name to see if I knew him.   Rememer when I told you that I didn't have any grade 11 students with his name?   When I said that, I didn't know that your son actually had been my student last year.  He took my grade 11 class but when he was in grade 10.
Mr. Handsome:  (shrugs) That's okay.

He walked me to the door for one last kiss.  He said:  "Until my sister moves out, we'll have to do it this way, have these clandestine meetings when we can."

A fuck-less evening with my fuck buddy

Student Teacher:
After nearly a week working with my hunky, charming and intelligent student teacher, I am more smitten than ever.   I can now look into his incredibly blue eyes without looking away but, in my nervousness, I tend to run off at the mouth.  I say to myself: "Just shut the fuck up!!"  I resolve to be calmer in his presence tomorrow.  

Just to give you an idea of what I'm facing, Hunky Student Teacher's ass is even finer than all the ones pictured here.  It somehow looks even more delicious molded into in dress pants.

Fuck Buddy:
Several days ago after doing the nasty with my new  fuck buddy *, he asked me if I would help him pick out some furniture for his new apartment.  I said, surprised:   "Er ..... okay"  although I HATE shopping of all kinds unless it's at the Homo Depot, a second-hand thrift shop or a grocery store.

* I really have to think of a new nickname for him; this one is too disrespectful.

As we walked around The Brick in the after-glow of gay sex, I wondered if everyone thought that we were a gay couple in an LTR, picking out items for our love nest.   But it was a very pleasant outing;  the eager young man who served up was a bit chunky but wore a nice pair of dress pants that just accentuated his curves in his tight(ish) dress pants.  Fuck Buddy does have the most beautiful smile and he looked so cute when he tried out all the La-Z-Boy recliners.

Then last night, I was all set to visit FB at his new apartment as we had previously arranged, cleaned up and with my sex bag at the ready.  Such was my rapid evolution as a bottom that my asshole was craving to have his cock up it all day long.  I mean, physically yearning for it, sort of an ache.  Sorry for being vulgar, but that's how I felt.  It was all I could think about. (other than Hunky Student Teacher, of course.)

Just before I was to drive off, Fuck Buddy texted me  to ask:  "Would you be okay with just talking, no sex?"   His excuse was that he had just had his first cross-fit session with a personal trainer and was stiff and sore.  But really, he just wanted to talk.

This would have been our first time together without me offering up my ass to him.  I had to pause and think about it:  "Do I really want to see him without having sex?" 

I decided the answer was 'yes.'  At his mainly furniture-less apartment, we chatted about his new and past jobs, my gay journey and the gay "scene" in our little town (there isn't one) and at his workplace.   He seemed quite lonely;  I was the only person in town he's met so far other than his work colleagues .... and he doesn't intend to socialize with them.

We had a very pleasant two hours together and they were indeed sexless, despite my best efforts to be seductive and flirtatious.   But my concern is this;  I'm really not ready to be serious about anyone or to have some guy get serious about me.   I feel that my slut phase is just beginning. 

Hunky student teacher

Wrestler Paul Donahoe does gay porn

Next week, twenty or more student teachers will start their placement at my school. Based on past experience, over half of them will be young men; some chubby and others nerdy but the majority will be just irresistible. No matter what they look like, I love having them around because ... well... they're young men. That's the only qualification they need!

I've worked with young male student teachers for my entire career without giving them a second thought. But now, they all remind me of the delicious young men I've been hooking up with.  It's all I think about.

 My student teacher and I had not been able to schedule an office meeting discuss his placement. Most unusually, our first encounter happened in class with twenty-five students watching us closely.

He was a gorgeous young man with a strong resemblance to the wrestling hunk pictured to the left, except considerably more muscular, his dress pants stretched over a voluptuous ass.  Beefy thighs!  OMFG!

 He reached out to shake my hand and my vision blurred briefly and then corrected itself. Thunka- thunka- thunka went my heart.  I started to salivate at the thought of having his cock in my mouth.

He had short blondish hair, square jaw, beautiful smile and his eyes were such a piercing blue, I had difficulty meeting his gaze. I thought: "Where'd he get those muscles?"

I soon found out ... while introducing himself to the class, he said he was a wrestler on the provincial team.  In fact, I found out later that he was a top ranked collegiate wrestler in our province.   A real life wrestler hunk!  Wow!!

Buddy Bear: "... .so ... you like wrestling? ...."
Hunky Student Teacher: "Love it! ... my brother wrestles as well. We're twins!"

Olympic wresters Bill and Jim Scherr

Buddy Bear: My brain flooded with impure thoughts: "....Wow! Twins!!.... so, you're fraternal twins?"  
Hunky Student Teacher: "No, identical."

OMFG!  I felt light-headed at the thought of two identical hotties, bulging in spandex singlets. I had the wild thought of asking for a picture of him and his brother in singlets. ..

The class was watching us closely.  Thank God they couldn't read my mind, or so I hoped.

Buddy Bear:  ".... so... er.... do you and your brother ...er .....**long pause** ...  ever wrestle each other?"
 Hunky Student Teacher: "Yes of course!  We're  very competitive."

I struggled to banish thoughts swirling in my head of gay porn featuring big-bulged twins in wrestling singlets.  

When he left, I set the class to work on some little task and immediately, feeling like some old perv, googled his name on my classroom computer. Bingo! The search revealed numerous wrestling photos of Hunky Student Teacher.

I cannot share the pics with you but rest assured, he is good to his wrestling singlet. I also watched numerous YouTube clips of Hunky in action, grappling with some other delicious singlet-clad opponent.

I promise, I will behave myself in the presence of Hunky.  But I think I'll be in a permanent state of arousal for the next five weeks.   :-)

Sexy Irish Farmers

With the economic problems facing Europe and the USA, many would be surprised to learn that many thousands of Irish have moved to Canada in recent years to fill severe labour shortages in the skilled trades, particularly in the western provinces.  This number is expected to grow as Canadian companies continue to aggressively recruit Irish tradesman. 

In a recent radio interview, some of  the Irish newcomers weren't happy with the portrayal of Irish in typical Canadian St. Patrick's Day celebrations:  wearing green and getting disgustingly drunk is not reflective of true Irish culture.  One interviewee compared it to celebrating Black History Month by going around in blackface makeup.

To celebrate St. Patrick's Day in a more authentic way and with an eye to the gayness of this blog, here are some pictures of some actual Irish farmers from a charity calendar.   Aside from being hunky and handsome men, these guys look like they'd be a lot of fun in bed as well as out of it.  I just love the look of a man with natural muscles and body hair.

Taking cock sucking to a higher level (NSFW)

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Fuck Buddy

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Sex with my student's father, continued

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Sex with the father of a (former) student....

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