Anxious

Who knew that a post on cut/uncut cocks would provide such a lively discussion?  Just check out all those comments!  Thank you guys (and the one gal!)

I have much to say about me never cumming during a blowjob. But at this moment, I am feeling a little stressed-out and anxious and want to defer that discussion for another day.

What I know for sure:  I will never be comfortable enough to "let loose" when some stranger takes my cock in his mouth, especially when he's a cock-sucking virgin.  Most of the 22 year old hotties or closeted 40-ish married men I hook up with are quite inexperienced and don't know what to do with a hard cock. 

I'm highly romantic, sensitive person, and yes, I'm a Cancer.  I have always known that I need to some emotional connection with the man I'm with;  some sense of commitment, trust or familiarity, some feeling of affection (or even love) before I will have a really good experience while receiving a blowjob or giving / receiving anal sex.

I'm anxious about several things which have been building up:

• My daughter away at university is having some difficulty for the first time, mainly with a sleazeball landlord and also with one of her courses.  But there's only so much a parent can do from thousands of kilometers away and anyway, my ex-wife is now "doing battle" with the landlord so that should help.
• My stack of unmarked work is piling up and I really, really need to attend to it today.
• I am tired of living in a construction site and if I don't finish within the next month, I'll have snow drifting into my living room along with the chipmunks and squirrels who are presently running in and out. 
• I have some follow-up appointments on Monday morning and I'm hoping for the best regarding my spine and prostate. 
• I forgot to prepare the lessons for my supply teacher before I left school on Friday, so I'll need to leave for school at 7:00 am tomorrow to do all the required set-up. 
• THE BIG STRESSOR:   Due to our marital drama, my wife and I did not file taxes for four years, so last June, my wife prepared all our taxes for 2009 to 2012, inclusive.  A monstrous, highly complex task!  

Three of the returns were fine but I just received a six-page notice from Revenue Canada asking for more information to review the accuracy of my 2011 return.  The information requested includes proof that we were living apart, details of our separation agreement and the dates which the various kids lived with me. 

I can't remember what I did yesterday, let alone two years ago.  All this information is due within four weeks and if it doesn't go well, I might have to pay another several thousand dollars in tax.   I just feel sick about this latest complication.

Although I was loathe to do so, I was forced to ask my ex-wife for help since she prepared the returns;  all I did was sign them.   To her credit, she not only offered to help but arranged to send all of our tax information to her sister-in-law who is a partner in one of Canada's largest accounting firms.  That was a huge gesture on  her part for which I am deeply grateful.

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But how about ending on a positive note?  For the moment, it's a glorious Fall day here, very cool but with a brilliant blue sky.  Fierce winds which have whipped up a pounding surf which I can hear all the way into the house.  Exciting!   And here are some pics of some sexy, masculine guys to brighten my mood.

Foreskin Friday

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TMI: I'm falling for you

I showed my eldest daughter the drawing of me which my besotted student had drawn.   She's a graduate of my high school and in fact, had been my student in grade 10.  So she was well aware of the student crushes that some of the young men at our school had on me. 

Buddy Bear:  "Doesn't this drawing look like me?"
Daughter:  "Well, some parts of it look like you.  But if you didn't tell me it was you, I wouldn't have known it.  Where did you get it?"
Buddy Bear:  A student drew it.  He's the newest member of my "Fan Club!"
Daughter:  "That's STILL going on?  Your students are so WEIRD!!!  I can't figure out why so many of them get infatuated with you!"  
Buddy Bear:   "It's a mystery.... you'd have to ask them, I guess!"* 

*I didn't have the courage to tell her that all the my Fan Club students are gay and they think I'm hot.

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Too much information is a regular feature by Sean of Just a Jeep Guy. Thanks, Sean!

1. How does Fall rank on your list of favorite seasons? I love all the seasons but Fall ranks high on my list.  I love our crisp, blue skies, cooler temperatures and the freshness in the air with the summer humidity gone.  Also, all the annoying biting insects (blackflies, mosquitoes, sandflies, ticks and horseflies) are gone.

2. What are your favorite fall fashions? I'm not big on fashion but I like getting cozy in a nice warm sweater.

3. What are your favorite fall foods?  I love all things pumpkin:  pie, muffins, breads and soups. I always grow pumpkins and cook our Hallowe'en jack-o-lanterns. The picture at right shows delicious pumpkin muffins made by my daughter with a pumpkin seed / streusel topping. 

4. Have you ever FALLEN and couldn't get up?  Not yet.  But my best friend who I've known since childhood recently had a motorcycle accident and couldn't get up because of a broken pelvis and hip.  He now has an artificial hip. Yikes! We're getting old!

5. Fall is the start of the new TV season, which show are you most anticipating?  None of them!  I haven't watched conventional TV in many, many years. But I sometimes enjoy watching an episode of the Amazing Race online.

6. What fall activities like apple picking, hiking, foliage trips, do you enjoy or plan on doing? When the kids were younger, we went on countless trips to farms for Pumpkin Fests or hay rides.  But that's best done with young children and anyway, it would be pretty lame going by myself.

I like to go on wilderness hikes in the fall, usually to some mountain top with a spectacular view.  Now, the kids are busy with school, jobs, friends or are out of town and I usually end up hiking by myself.  I haven't yet found hiking buddy to go with.  

7. Halloween is an excuse for young, hot gay guys with perfect bodies to wear "costumes" to clubs consisting of Speedos, jockstraps and little else.  That is, if all those online pictures are to be believed.   If I had the body which I had in my 20s (and didn't appreciate) and the self-confidence and gay sexual skills that I have right now, I'd be doing the same thing. 

8. Do you dress up for Halloween? I occasionally wear an elaborate costume at school such as a caveman or warlock ... when I have the time and energy to put something together.  But I've never attended a night-time Halloween party in a bar or club.

9. Do you have daylight savings time where you live? Yes. But this far north, it means that it gets dark at around 4:30 pm.  :-(

10. Thanksgiving is not as big a hoopla here in Canada as it is in the USA. 

11. What's your favorite Thanksgiving food? My mother's turkey stuffing and gravy.  I much prefer it to the turkey itself.

BONUS 
Do you FALL asleep after sex?  Yes!  I look forward to having sex with my special guy and falling asleep cuddled together.  One day!

Have you FALLEN out of bed while having sex?  No.

Schoolboy Crush

The other day, Jack, a grade 12 student (sitting front row, centre) spend the class alternating between staring at me intently and then glancing down at his notebook . I asked him: "What`s up?" but he said, "Nothing."

By the way, Jack is 18, openly gay, 6`-2", blonde, blue-eyed, cute, very smart and rather gawky.

At the end of class, he presented me with the drawing shown at left. Except for the hair (I don`t have a curlicue of hair down my forehead) I think that the drawing looks very much like me.

To the bloggers who have met me, what do you think of the likeness?

But I thought, "Oh, my!".... and the "student crush" alarm bells started ringing in my head.   The next day, Jack was absent from school and on his return he told me, "I missed you."  He could have said he missed being at school or missed the class but he missed ME.   Again, yikes!

Student crushes are an occupational hazard of being a teacher.  I`ve been the object of a great many such crushes over the past twenty years and the majority have involved young male students.

Early in my career, I found these crushes extremely awkward because, well, it seemed so weird that a teenage boy would feel this way about me. It was just unnatural!  I was 10 - 15 years away from any self-awareness that I was gay. But somehow, these young men sniffed out my gayness anyway.

I can usually spot the signs that a crush is developing.  The young man often chooses to sit front-row centre in the classroom, as close as possible to where I teach. 

Routine conversations include much stammering and nervousness with frequent glances at my bulbous groin region.  The student may make frequent visits to where I`m sitting at the teacher`s desk to ask for help, sometimes standing too close or even pressing against me a bit. 

I generally ignore such behaviour and take care to never be alone with the student in the classroom.  In our province, the repercussions for a sex scandal involving teachers and their students are severe.

With more serious crushes, I have had male students invite me out to lunch dates, evening parties and fun activities such as laser tag, paintball and bowling. In these cases, I always say the same thing: "I'm sorry, I can't. If I had been 16, I would have been thrilled to be invited. But as a teacher, I just can't attend events with students. It`s just not possible. But thanks for the invitation."

The young men seem to receive this explanation well and the crush usually runs its course, or the student graduates. Occasionally, a former student with a crush will resurface such as the gorgeous young man who told me "You look hot!" or the student who groped me at Pride this year and pestered me for sex. 

But, there's always another student crush coming along.   I used to think that as I became a decrepit, worn-out old fart, these schoolboy crushes would stop.  But so far, this hasn't happened.

Wrestler cocks and balls in spandex

Last night (Friday), I was tucked in bed with my little doggie at 9:00 pm.   It was definitely NOT a night of debauchery involving some horny 20-something boys. I was soooo tired after a busy but fantastic week at school and anyway, two of my kids are here.

Today, I will have a push on to complete insulation and sheet rock for the Love Nest and have much marking to do. Tomorrow, I will be volunteering for the entire day with our LGBTQ organization starting at 7:15 a.m, at a major community event. 

It should be a lot of fun but I don't know if I'll be volunteering in a group with my LGBTQ peeps or will just be mixed in randomly with the 500 other volunteers.  Details to follow.

So, in celebration of the IOC reinstating wrestling as an Olympic sport, here are some pics of some hunky wrestlers who fill out their spandex singlets so beautifully.  My only concern is the current plan to do away with wrestling singlets completely.  

“Our singlets are so old fashioned,” Nenad Lalovic (president of FILA, wrestling’s international federation) said. Freestyle wrestlers could wear fight shorts and a tight-fitting microfiber T-shirt. Greco-Roman wrestlers may even go shirtless." 

 

All I can say is this:  the new wrestling outfits better show off all those beautiful cocks and balls as well as the "old-fashioned" singlets.   If not, there will be legions of gay guys all over the world who will be royally pissed off. 

TMI Thursday: Socks Off!

TMI is a weekly feature by Sean of Just a Jeep Guy.    Before this, I had never given any thought at all to my socks. 

Every few years, I buy (all at once) several dozen pairs each of identical black socks and white socks from Dollarama, one of my favourite stores.  A multi-pack of socks sells there for one dollar. Woo-hoo!  This frees me from having to match socks ever again. 

During winter sports when maximum warmth is needed, I wear real wool socks hand-knitted by my sweet mother.

Last summer, I had a my first rather disturbing foot-fetish encounter with a guy who insisted that I wear the same pair of work socks for 24 hours before our encounter.  Aromatic!

During my second foot-fetish encounter last month, the big-cocked recipient became rock-hard as he caressed a pair of thin dress socks onto my feet.  Very hot!  

SOCK IT TO ME!
1. What's your shoe size? 10.5 and usually 11 EE in cowboy boots.

2. Do your socks and shoes stink?  No!  I change my socks often, at least twice per day.  I don't usually wear the same shoes two days in a row so they can air out.

3. Around the house do you wear socks, slippers or go barefoot?  I'm barefoot nearly all the time except in deepest winter when it's very cold.  Then, I wear socks.  I'm not elderly enough for slippers.

4. What length and color are your athletic socks?  Two types:  Black mid-calf socks and white no-show ankle socks.

5. Do you wear normal dress socks or do you have some fun ones? I have no "fun" socks.... boring, I know.

6. Do you sleep with socks on or off?  I always put on a clean pair of socks at bedtime, preferably my fleece bed socks when I can find them. My feet often get cold at night, even in summer

7. During the summer do you go sockless?  Yes, I wear sandals or running shoes all summer so it's sockless all the way.

8. Are socks on a man sexy?  They can be very sexy on a hot guy with great calves.

9. Have you ever used garters with socks?  No.  And probably never will.

10. Have you ever darned a sock?  No... my socks cost practically nothing.  My time is worth more than that!


BONUS
Sex - socks on or socks off?  Off, please!  I'd afraid that I would look nerdy, fully naked but wearing socks.   But a sexy, hard-cocked guy could wear socks in my bed anytime.  :-)

Cocks and balls in Speedos

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Celebratory story of transgendered Alberta boy

For the first fifty years of my life, I knew nothing at all about transgendered people.  Then at our local Pride celebration three months ago, I ran into Lisa, a young woman who I had hired as a painter two years previously.  

But it turned out that Lisa is now a trans-man named Ethan, part-way through his transition.  The next day, Ethan contacting me (last paragraph of this post) to have coffee with him.  I never did blog about our coffee date but now consider myself to be his supportive friend;  we exchange occasional texts and have met once or twice for coffee.
 
Ethan helped me understand that as a trans-man, he had been "a man, trapped in a woman's body."  Growing up, Ethan (as Lisa) assumed that she was a lesbian because she was attracted to women.  He explained that gender identity is quite separate from sexual identity and that most trans-men are in fact NOT gay (ie:  attracted to men) but are in fact attracted to women.  It's complicated!

Transgendered people can face a much harder life than gay or lesbian people and routinely encounter discrimination, harassment and physical abuse.  Transgendered people face the likelihood of rejection by their families, employers and the community at large and even from within the LGBTQ community itself. 

Trans-man and trans-women in other countries are even killed due to their gender / sexual orientation.  Ethan had the firm belief that trans-men have a much harder time being accepted and are at a much higher risk than trans-women.... and I believed him without fully understanding why.

I strongly urge everyone to watch these two CTV news clips about a grade six transgendered boy in Alberta and his incredibly supportive family.  It's an inspirational story and one which makes me proud to be a Canadian.

Wren Kauffman's Transformation | CTV Edmonton News (6 minutes)
The day-to-day life of a transgender child outside of home | CTV Edmonton News (4:40 minutes)

If you have 22 minutes to spare, I'd also encourage you to listen to the Kauffman family being interviewed in CBC radio.  I got teary-eyed as I listened to it while driving to work last week.  As the family disclosed, it was in fact an intervention by Wren's little sister which finally convinced their parents that Wrenna didn't just want to be a boy but he actually was a boy.

http://www.cbc.ca/player/Radio/The+Current/ID/2405792377/

ps:  By the way, I find Wren's Dad very attractive. 

TMI: Over the Rainbow

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The Most Beautiful Cock in the World

This is an actual pic of the cock in question. 
If anything, it is thicker in real life.

The pic at left shows the actual cock which I had in my mouth, stroked with silicone lube and pumped between my feet.  The pic is from his profile on squirt.org.

Around eighteen months ago, I was messaged on POF.com by a mid-40s Italian dude who said that he was skilled top with a massive endowment. 

Since then, a couple of gay friends did confirm that his cock really was that magnificent.  They also said that he was rather selfish as a hookup partner.   

At that time, I chose not to hookup with him because I was an extremely timid, tight-assed bottom but hoped to meet up with him in the future.  And then, POF deleted all "sleazy" profiles like ours and I lost all means of contacting him.  Damn!!

The day before I left for the DC Bloggerpalooza, I was shopping when I received a chat request on squirt.org from the massive endowment guy.  He remembered me from our previous POF conversations although we had never met.  


ItalianCock:  Beautiful feet!
Buddy Bear:  Thanks, I prefer my legs, actually.
ItalianCock:  What size?
Buddy Bear:  10.5, EE width.  I take size 11 in boots.
ItalianCock:  I'm hard already.  Can you come over and help me get off?
BuddyBear:  As long as I get to play with your cock, take it in my mouth. 
ItalianCock:  Can you meet me in the  ______ store parking lot?, NE corner
Buddy Bear:  See you in 10 min.  I'm driving a bright red Ford pickup.

He was already waiting for me on a bicycle when I arrived.  Slim, fit, very Italian, handsome, and younger-looking than his profile claimed. We chatted for all of 15 seconds, with  him staring at my feet and me staring at his beautiful flopping cock, freeballing in flannel shorts.   We instantly decided: "Let's do it." and he gave me his address.

It was a nice house in an upscale neighbourhood with concrete driveway, wrought-iron railings and gaudy bric-a-brac everywhere and a décor that screamed "Italian mama".  This was clearly the former family home but I had the impression that his parents no longer lived there.  He was obviously very intelligent, a successful businessman of some sort and keenly observant.

He looked at me with narrowed eyes:  "Tell me. What were you doing in the grocery store wearing your shirt inside-out?"   (this is a fairly common occurrence for me, even in class)  I laughed:  "You sound like my mother!"

I hopped onto his bed and his magnificent cock instantly became rock-hard through his boxers as he sniffed and licked my feet. 

He pulled on some black dress socks onto my feet, with my permission, caressing them tenderly all the while.  It was so hot, watching his facial expression as he worshipped my feet, getting off on them. Who knew?

He pulled off my clothes and we got into a sort of 69 position, with my feet jammed into his face.  I played with his cock and took it in my mouth .... hard as steel with a generous amount of loose skin which slipped back and forth.   The fattest cock I'd ever seen!  Fantastic!

We engaged in a verbal sparring match as we negotiated what was to happen next.   He wanted to top me.  I said: "Forget it;  I'm not taking that fat cock up my ass.  I'm not ready for it." 

I wanted to kiss him.  ItalianCock: "I don't kiss guys."
He wanted my cock up his ass.  I declined:  "Maybe next time." 

I hadn't planned on any of this... I was in the grocery store ten minutes ago, for Pete's sake.  I'm not a very confident top and I really wasn't sure whether or not I trusted this intense dude.  Anyway, this visit was supposed to be all about getting him off, although he did take my cock in his mouth briefly.


In the end, we arranged ourselves in an extremely awkward position:  me on my back at the end of the bed with him in between my thighs, pressing his balls into mine.  One of my feet was pressed into his face;  he inhaled deeply as he jerked off, squirting hot cum all over my hairy chest.  So hot!

He got a warm, wet washcloth and thoughtfully wiped down my torso and I prepared to leave.  Curiously, he asked me numerous questions as I got dressed but didn't reveal anything about himself.

How long were you married?
How long have you been divorced?
How does your family feel about your coming-out?
Do you see your kids?    (...er... yes, they mainly live with me) 

ps:  Since then, ItalianCock has initiated chats on squirt.org numerous times since this encounter and we hooked up again .... I just can't resist the opportunity to handle that beautiful cock!  It went much the same as before, except that I caressed his cock and balls with my foot (as pictured above) and he thrust his cock between my feet which I held together firmly (as pictured below.)  Again, hot!

But before I go again, if I go again, we'll have to negotiate a hookup which is less one-sided.  But I don't think I'll ever be ready to take that cock up my ass, but he still wants me to fuck him. We'll see.

Hottie Veterinarian

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