TMI: "DO THESE JEANS MAKE MY BUTT LOOK FAT?"

This is one of the most difficult Too Much Information question sets so far, I think.  Well, done, Sean!  I don't think if myself as lying, ever, but I guess that I do. 

I am extremely busy this morning so I'm just going to zoom through these questions.  I have three class sets of unmarked exams to mark;  I hope to have all my marking AND report cards done before the weekend!

1. What's the most creative lie you've ever told?  I've never told an elaborate lie.  I'm just not a good liar, truth be told.  My face always gives me away and I'd worry endlessly about being found out.

2. What lie do you wish you could take back?  About five years before the end of our marriage, my wife asked me: "Are you gay?"   I said "no"....  Although I believed it at the time, I also know that I wasn't 100% straight.  If I had told the truth, my gay journey would have started at 43 rather than 48.

3. How long could you go without lying? Even a white lie.  I tell little white lies quite often online, sometimes every day.  When some really obese guy my age messages me on squirt, I NEVER say:  "You're too fat!"  I'm sure he hears that often enough.  I usually say:  "I can't host .... my kids are here."

But in real life, I like to think that I rarely tell white lies.  I will either hold my tongue or comment on something carefully and honestly without being hurtful.

4. Are you more honest when you comment anonymously?  I never comment anonymously;  I think it can be a cowardly thing to do.  Although "Buddy Bear" doesn't reveal my real name, I'll admit, plenty of people now know my real identity.

5. Does the truth hurt?  Yes, sometimes the truth can be extremely hurtful and I am always acutely conscious of that.  I've observed "friends" tell my ex-wife some terrible truths about herself which cut deep.  Some people have an almost a self-righteous attitude of "getting something off my chest" which sometimes can be really cruel.

6. What was the worst thing that happened to you because of a lie?   The worst was the lie I told to myself about not being attracted to men for so many decades.  But I can easily excuse myself because it wasn't lying so much as being ill-informed about what "gay" really meant and felt like, deep-rooted denial and lack of courage.

7. Who do you lie to the most - yourself or others?  I never lie to myself, I hope.  But I sometimes tell white lies to others to spare their feelings or (I'll admit) because I lack the courage to be honest with them.


8. Is there a difference between a secret and a lie?  Sometimes keeping someone's secret is a necessary and honourable thing.  But lies can hurt another person's life.

I often meet (ie:  hook up) with men in their 20s who have a girlfriend and I always tell them some variation of:  "You can't keep on having sex with men behind you're girlfriend's back. This isn't going to go away.  Either tell her the truth or allow her to move on." and  "Don't destroy your girlfriend's life the way I destroyed my ex-wife's life."  I feel very strongly about this.

9. Truth or Dare?  Was this some TV quiz show?  This is probably another cultural reference which is lost on me because I didn't grow up watching American TV.

10. Does the mirror ever lie?   The mirror always tells the stark truth, but the truth is harsher in some mirrors than another.   The bare fluorescent light bulb in my bathroom doesn't do my haggard face any favours when I just get out of bed in the morning.   I sometimes don't recognize myself!  

But if I look at my face in mirror lit by candle light, I don't look half bad!

11. Does the mirror have two faces?   I don't know what that means!  I would say, "No!"

12. How old are you?  51.5 years old

13. How much do you weigh?  194 pounds, my heaviest weight ever.  (I'm 5'-10", maybe slightly taller)  Ten years ago, I considered 170 pounds to be my ideal weight but looking at pictures of myself from that time, my face looks way too skinny, but I liked the way the rest of me looked.

BONUS
Is it really that big?  Yes, I always post my exact cock size on my online profiles. Why lie? And my cock almost always compares very well with whatever other man I'm with.  I've never had a complaint!

Are you really vers?  I'd say a qualified "yes."  I'd only bottom for some average- or smaller-cocked experienced guy who I have been with before and who I trust.  This doesn't happened too often.  I'm still on a quest to become a great bottom who truly craves it. 

I've topped plenty of times but only when the other guy begs me for it.   Sometimes I feel under pressure to top when I don't really want to.  Sometimes I wonder if I'm a real "top" at all.

Just how old is that pic?  I always refresh the ten pictures I'm allowed to have on Squirt and discard the oldest ones.   So they're usually less than two years old but most are very recent.

Worshipping the frenulum

I had intended to post about my first Pride planning meeting last night.*   But I was distracted by this gay-gif of a Chris Pine lookalike paying attention to some lucky guy's frenulum. 

* The Pride planning meeting exceeded my expectations.  I was blown away by the hard work, intelligence, experience and commitment of the other committee members.  I'll be posting a great deal about our Pride planning in the months to come.

When I was young, the term "cock-sucker" was the ultimate derogatory term, used to denote someone who was weak or somehow deviant.  I'm sorry to say that even my father used it but only in extreme situations.

Now, I feel that being a cocksucker is the ultimate power trip, having a man's' most prized possession in my mouth with him under my complete control

I like to think that I can take the most masculine, muscle-bound resistant dude and turn him into a whimpering, yearning hot mess with my oral skills.

I never tire of circling the corona of a hard cock with my tongue and working the frenulum, the triangular area on the underside where the cock head meets the shaft.   I alternate between very soft, rapid tongue flicks and pressing my tongue as hard as possible into the triangular area. 

Then, just as he realizes what pleasure awaits him,  I ease off or stop entirely and watch his reaction, his thighs opening wider in an invitation and his hips yearning upwards, trying to reconnect his cock head with my lips. 

I love being a tease.... oh, the power of sucking a guy's cock!  But I don't tease for too long as that would be really mean and deprive myself of my pleasure as well.
  
Here's what Wikipedia says about the frenulum:   "The frenulum and the associated tissue delta on the underside of the penis below the corona is "very reactive" and "particularly responsive to touch that is light and soft."  The underside of the shaft of the penis, meaning the body below the corona is a “source of distinct pleasure.” ..... two extremely sensitive specific locations that many men find particularly responsive to stimulation are the corona, and the frenulum. Repeated stimulation of this structure will cause orgasm and ejaculation in some men."

For more cock-sucking tips, please read How to Suck Cock: a 14 Lesson Tutorial

Gorgeous, naked men in the shower

It has been a momentous week on my gay journey!

1. I am now the teacher-advisor for our school's Gay Straight Alliance, sharing the duties with a dynamic young woman teacher from our 7 / 8 divison.  I asked my our principal who was just delighted to have me help out.  I decided that it was time!

2.   As the main GSA contact for our school, I'm also on the board office Diversity Committee which includes all the GSA teacher-advisors and a few "higher-ups" including the Education Officer, a Superintendent and other important people.  It is one of the highest-profile committees in our school division with a huge push to promote LGBTQ initiatives.  Most of these are accomplished through the GSA advisors.

3.  My first Pride Week 2014 planning committee meeting happens tomorrow night!  It will be very exciting to meet the LGBTQ movers and shakers in my town. 

4.  I had a sweet lunchtime date with Big Red who is one of my all-time favourite men.  The "date" was in my car (for maximum privacy) and it consisted of eating the food I brought, catching up and sweetly kissing. Big Red and I are planning a sleepover date in a few days.

5.  I have a session with a therapist / marriage counsellor this week, arranged through our EAP.  I need some professional guidance to deal with my wife's abusive texting and out-of-control spending on the kids for which she expects me to pay half.   I need to stop both of these without burning the bridges between us entirely or triggering some retaliatory attack. 

6. I had the rare opportunity to swim from 12:00 noon to 1:00 pm on a school day.  We are presently on a new, "between semesters" schedule.  What a revelation!  The locker room, communal shower and sauna were packed with many extremely fit men who were squeezing in a lunchtime workout. 

The men were in the 30 - 50 age range, mainly in the professional / business category and the vast majority were trim, athletic with well-defined, natural muscles. This is very different that the 8:00 am scene which consists mainly of elderly men in the +70 age range.

One handsome early 30ish guy in particular was the finest example of man-flesh that I've ever seen in person.... and he was showering, fully naked, just a few feet away from me!  He was finer than of the guys pictured here.

I can hardly describe my reaction as he faced me and soaped up his ass crack,  beautiful uncut cock and balls.   I felt dizzy with palpitations and shortness of breath and I was consumed with lust and desire.   It was almost like a religious experience but it was tinged with deep regret that I could only look but not touch.  I could hardly believe that such a perfect man could even exist.

TMI: Super Bowl

Too Much Information is a regular feature by Sean of Just a Jeep Guy.  I always enjoy answering these questions!

SUPER BOWL XLVIII
1. Do you know who's playing in this year's Super Bowl?  I haven't a clue.  It's a football game, isn't it?  ( .... just kidding)

2. Do you watch the Super Bowl for the game, uniforms, commercials or food?  I've never watched a Super Bowl ever in my entire life;  not even for a second!   I'd have no interest in the game at all. I wouldn't have a clue what was going on.

But I'd love to see closeups of the muscular footballers in football tights with a special interest in seeing juicy asses,  great packages and an occasional visible penis line.

I've been invited, year after year, to a Super Bowl party given my dearest colleagues in my department at school.   I've always declined because of the demands of parenting when my kids were young (when my wife was never at home) and in recent years, to the exhaustion and stress of my coming-out and divorce drama.

I was also concerned that I'd be bored silly, having to watch a game which dragged on for hours.  But I now realize that the Super Bowl party was more about the socializing than the actual game itself.

I plan to attend the Super Bowl party this year.  With minimal family commitments and all my children fully independent, I am certainly available and it would fit right in with my goal of improving my social life.

3. What's your favorite food?  I like ALL party food:  wings, guacamole and the like.  But for this Super Bowl party,  I plan to bring several special home-made pizzas, my specialty, pre-assembled but baked fresh on the spot.

4. Are you entered into any Super Bowl Pools?  No.  There are only hockey pools in my Canadian workplace.

5. If you don't watch the big game, do you do something else?  I would love to have some sexytime with a hot man.


6. What sports do you watch?  I've gone an entire lifetime without watching any professional sports at all.  I always considered it a colossal waste of time!  I much prefer actually doing athletic pursuits myself rather than watching someone else do them.

The only team sport which I cannot miss is Olympic hockey  which invariably sees the Canadian men's team in the gold medal final.  I like watching other Olympic sports too, but only those involving athletic men in spandex.  These include diving, water polo,  rowing, bob-sledding and luge.  I have no interest in the sports itself.


BONUS
Are you the Quarterback or the Receiver?   I am working on being skilled at both.  ;-)

My first stalker!!

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A big gay fish in a small pond

This is a very quick Monday morning post before I head off to school.  After a week of balmy weather, we're back in a temporary deep freeze with temperatures of -30 C.  So here are some pictures from Hard in my Speedos to warm our thoughts.

A while back, a guy I was "dating"  (two restaurant dinners + one hookup at his house) described me as an "A-list Gay."  I don't have the slightest idea what he meant.

I mainly wear clothing from thrift shops supplemented with the odd item stolen from lost-and-found boxes, rarely brush my hair let alone use "product", and regularly show up at school with my shirt inside-out, wearing mismatched socks.

I'd consider designer Tom Ford to be an A-list Gay on the world scene.  For a Canadian gay A-list, I'd include one of the many high-ranking gay Canadian politicans such as Premier Kathleen Wynne or singer kd lang.

But soon, I will be rubbing elbows with the A-list gays in my remote hick town.  I've been accepted to serve on the organizing committee for our local Pride festivities!  Woo-hoo!  In fact, I think they want me to join two committees.... one dealing with LGBTQ issues all year long and one focused on Pride Week.  I may not have time for both.

I haven't meet most of the committee members yet but they are definitely the gay movers and shakers in town.  The list includes an elected politician, a teachers' union president, business leaders and people who head up social service agencies.

The committee also includes the gay 'power couple' I mentioned recently, the principal of our largest elementary school and his teacher-husband.

By serving on this committee, I will certainly meet LGBTQ folks from a wider circle than the people I usually deal with which could only be a good thing.  As well, I will be able to push forward the LGBTQ cause at a different level and continue my quest to be a great, gay role model for LGBTQ folks of all ages.
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On the hookup front, I found myself accidentally triple-booked for Sunday with men who were 25, 27 and 44, all of whom wanted to drive the 30 km to my house for some sexytime.  I had scheduled the 25 year old to visit me to visit me on Saturday but he was called into work so we rescheduled for Sunday.  He's a handsome, funny and quite chubby, a licensed practical nurse who is horny as hell and a bear-in-training.

I hadn't met the 27 year old before but he'd been messaging me for months on pof.com, "playing footsie", I call it.   He's employed, inexperienced, slim and handsome but perhaps not too smart judging from his profile name:  Frendly_Guy_1987.  lol

I had invited him over on Sunday but I meant last week, but he texted me yesterday saying that he was ready to come over, right then!

Then, I got a text from Miner Dude who was in town for the weekend from his home 300 km away.  Fun fact:  he works in a hard-rock mine which is 4.2 km deep!  He's the shy aboriginal guy who I've been with several times before, a sweet kisser and quite skilled in pleasuring men.

But it was no contest:   I ignored the text from the 27 year old  (I'll apologize to him today), told the 25 year old that we would get together another day and invited Miner Dude over for a few hours of sweet sexytime.  I now consider him a true Fuck Buddy, my first.   




 

Gay versus straight hookups

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LGBTQ workshop

"Real life" continues to get in the way of my blogging.  I just don't have the time to do it!

In the past week, I've met several great guys, chatted with many others and attended an exciting. two-day LGBT workshop arranged by my school division.  Every school in our district (elementary, middle and secondary) sent a team which included the school's principal, a teacher and usually someone in the student services department.

The workshops were run by national-level experts in the field of supporting LGBTQ children and teenagers.  The knowledge and understanding gained by the participants was extremely valuable and it will greatly influence how we deal with our entire school community, LGBTQ or otherwise.

As the only "out" teacher at my school, I've become something of a gay poster boy and get invited to every LGBTQ event in town, many connected with education.  It was very gratifying to see the commitment of the principals during the workshop and how hard they worked to understand (for example) the complex issue of transgender individuals and how our sexuality can be quite a fluid thing.

In another extremely exciting development, I met the "out" principal of our largest elementary school, a 55 year old father of three who recently married my daughter's former grade seven teacher, a father of two!  Both men were formerly married to women and came out in their mid-40s.  A gay power couple!  Both are on our town's Pride organizing committee which I hope to join soon.

I left the workshops with an enormous sense of gratitude for being Canadian and for working in school division which works so hard to support .... celebrate, even....  LGBTQ folks in our school community; teachers, staff, students and parents alike. 
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I continue to see many spectacular, naked men during my daily swimming visits to our town's athletic complex.  Most days, I see men as fine as one those pictured here from My own Private Locker Room..

The whole scene reminds me of one of my favourite blogs on my blogroll:  Guess his Cock.   Quite often, I will see some guy who looks quite ordinary-looking while wearing his clothes, scarcely warranting a second glance.  But then he strips off in the locker room ... OMFG! .... revealing a magnificent cock and ass and a fine body.  Lesson learned! 

My attempt to swim in the morning before work was a total washout for two reasons.  First, it is impossible to zone out and immerse myself in the swimming because my head is swirling with the 1,001 different tasks must to to get through my busy school day.

Secondly,  there is NO eye-candy at 8:00 am at my gym.  None! At that hour, the only men in the locker room are in the +70 age group with nary a triathlete among them. Big bellies, layers of flab, liver spots and balls hanging low in sagging, wrinkled scrotums are the norm. 

Yes, I know I am being unkind and yes, I know that I will look like them one day.  But the reality is, I just can't look at them right now, especially early in the morning.

Through experimentation, I've determined that the prime viewing times for the finest men are weeknights (except for Friday and Saturday nights) between 8:00 -10:00 pm. 

All the hot 20-something men are done with school, work and supper and have completed their workouts.  They congregate in the communal showers (fully naked), sauna (wearing underwear or a low-slung towel) or in the whirlpool (in underwear only.)

Last night, a 20ish carpenter with lovely, natural muscles stood up in the sauna and his low-slug towel slipped off his slim hips and hit the floor (oops!!!) revealing a beautiful ass with those lovely hollows on the sides and a flash of peen.  Too funny!.

Sexy gay gifs

I really like these gay gifs and, boy,  do they bring in the pageviews from Google searches!

I promised all the sweet details of my hookup with the Magnificent Ballet Dancer, but I'm just too busy!  I don't want my blogging or reading of blogs to interfere with my  personal life, but I hope to post about it on Tuesday.  So here are few Random Sunday thoughts.

1.  Follow-up on a past story:  Due to our marital drama, my ex-wife and I had NOT submitted our tax returns for the past four year.  This was a grave concern to me but she finally did all our taxes this past summer.   In late September, I blogged about receiving a six-page audit notice from Revenue Canada. I was sick with worry and stress.

My wife (with assistance from me) spent a month correcting multiple errors and obtaining countless documents relating to our divorce agreement, proof of residency and child custody issues.  This highly stressful process was accompanied by much abusive texting from her.

Today, I opened a letter from Revenue Canada with a sense of foreboding; it was the final verdict on the audit!  When I read the assessment, I shouted out loud: "Woah!  Holy Shit!" and shed a few tears.

I had expected to be charged an additional $2,000 to $5,000 in taxes but Revenue Canada accepted our submission as correct.  I owed them a pittance:  less than $300... an enormous relief!  I hope the audit on my wife's returns worked out just as well, but I'm thinking that our tax nightmare is over.

2.  I now swim every daily and am loving it!   This week, I checked out the scenery at the Masters' Swim Club at my pool.  The club is made up of just over 50% men, mainly fine, fit specimens in the 30 - 50 year age range including a handsome gay university professor who we've worked with.

I'm thinking seriously about joining.  The benefits include the professional coaching, fine men in spandex and a new social outlet for me because the club hosts monthly social events outside of swimming.

3.   And the locker-room eye candy continues to be as fine as ever!  One unexpected delight is the younger men (20 - 30) who come to work out but not swim.  After their workouts, many wear their underwear into the whirlpool tub and sauna because swimwear is required due to hygenic reasons.

OMFG!  The views are even more spectacular than if they'd been naked!  While most of the straight boys look amazing in their wet, boring Hanes briefs, there are a surprising number wearing designer-brand boxer briefs in lime green and turquoise clinging wetly to juicy asses, cocks and balls.

I love those bouncing balls.    :-)

Do these young men know how 'gay' their underwear is?  Are they really that oblivious to how hot they look?  How revealing wet underwear can be? Do they know that they're driving me (and any other red-blooded gay man) crazy with lust? 

These are some of the questions which I ponder as I look at them.

Hookup with a magnificent ballet dancer

I've been insanely busy this month and haven't kept up with my usual alternate-day posting.  We're facing a double whammy of Semester I tasks (preparing exams and report cards, exam review with students and marking, marking, marking) and starting to prepare for new Semester II courses.

I'm writing this post off in a few minutes before I leave for my early morning stint at school, cooking today's offering for our school's Breakfast Club with a group of eager student volunteers.

As well, I've been swimming 30 - 45 minutes daily and I'm really starting to love it!  One of the biggest motivators is the daily sights of many spectacular, naked men in the locker room and sauna.

Like most other people in North America, we've been struggling with some record-breaking low temperatures.  Don't get me wrong... I LOVE winter and all our outdoors sports.  But several weeks of non-stop -30 to -40 C  temperatures, day and night, was really starting to wear me down.  Cold and dark!  But today, we woke up to a balmy -4 C  (25 F).  It's time to break out the summer shorts and T-shirts.  Woo-hoo! 

My water system frozen up again three days ago and I couldn't face the thought of thawing it out so I just hibernated each evening, cuddling with my little dog under a mountain of comforters, watching British murder-mysteries on DVD.  Now, my water is flowing again and all is right with the world.

Oh,  I should mention:   I entertained a gentleman caller for three hours on Wednesday evening.   A 27 year-old Hispanic ballet dancer, raised in Montreal but currently living in Toronto.  6'-2", 160 pounds, handsome, muscular, passionate, vocal (a moaner / screamer), intelligent, witty, sexually experienced, and with magnificent thighs and the biggest cock I've ever met.  A monster!

He was as spectacular as any of the naked male dancers pictured here.

In my whole gay journey, I'm sure that my time spent with Magnificent Ballet Dancer will turn out to be a life-changing experience;  one that has affected me deeply in ways that I haven't even begun to process.

But I must head off to school now .... details to follow.   lol

Swamped on Squirt

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In praise of Aboriginal men

At 44, Miner Dude, who I mentioned in my last post, was much older than the inexperienced 22 year old men I often hook up with.

The difference was that he had spent his entire adult life giving pleasure to men and was also a million times more skilled than the married gay virgins I often hook up with.  The latter are good at receiving pleasure but make no effort in giving it and in fact,  wouldn't know what to do to pleasure a man.

Miner Dude was the sweetest, most skilled lover I've ever had. He is Aboriginal, 6'-1", works in a deep rock mine some 300 km away and has lovely, natural muscles you'd expect from a blue-collar guy;  great biceps, pecs, ass and thighs. Yum!  All the pics here resemble Miner Dude in some way.

I've been with many Aboriginal (native-Canadian) men and they're emerging as my favourite.  I love their smooth, brown skin, dark brown eyes, beautiful facial structure, especially the high cheekbones, and their shyness.  Most don't speak at all during our hookups which makes our non-verbal encounters even more passionate, I think.

But what I love most about Aboriginal men is their sensual manner, intensity and their focus on giving and receiving pleasure.  I don't always find in white dudes who can be much more uptight.  

Miner dude wasn't at all ripped but actually had a bit of padding but that just made it feel even better when we lay on top of each other.  When I first saw him in his hotel room, I said, "Wow!  You're way more handsome in person!  You really need to get a better profile picture on pof." 

What followed was the sweetest, most pleasurable sexual encounter I've ever had.... ever.  Kissing, handjobs, blowjobs and 69, he was good at them all!  

He was a fantastic kisser (... rather, together, we both were) and we kissed for hours in every way; sweetly, aggressively, with much tongue-sucking or none at all.   What I liked most about him was that he kept his hands busy during kissing, as I always do, running our hands over each other bodies or giving each other a silicone-lubed cock or anal massage while kissing.


At times, we lay together with our lips pressed together completely motionless,  just breathing into each other, while our hands did their magic elsewhere.  Very intimate!

I tore myself away after three hours which is a very, very long time for a hotel-room hookup with a complete stranger.

As I left, Miner Dude and I agreed that we wanted to see each other again on a regular basis when he comes into town every month or two.  I hope this happens!

* NOTE:  I now have two blue-collar dudes as regular activity buddies.  I haven't blogged about him recently, but my other construction worker, Jamie and I have been getting together a couple of times each month or so .... and our encounters just seem to get sweeter and sweeter.