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.