A gracious note from Obese Politician

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Coffee date with an obese gay politician

Today's pictures of Speedo guys are posted in defiance of the 30 cm (12 inch) snowfall we received yesterday.  Blahhh!  But we had a rare April snow day off from school!

In my last post, I discussed the possibility of entertaining my Sweet Brazilian Boy while my son was at home.

Brazilian boy had been trying to arrange a meeting all week and sent me Grindr messages each day:

• Are you avaible today? :)  I am horny lol
• I am avaible in the weekend. It is up to you my sweet friend.
• I am missing your kisses!
• I love to stay with you... it is always a good time yo share.  Very sexy and sweet  canadian ever!
• cant wait to see you!

As it turned out, my middle daughter was arriving home from university that same evening.  Since she and my son are very close, I suggested that he and my oldest daughter pick her at the airport and spend the evening hanging out at my ex's house.

My son accepted this suggestion readily, so Brazilian Boy and I spent a sweet four hours in bed without having to deal with the issue of introductions.  He is a passionate and sweet kisser and we spent hours kissing, caressing, sucking cock and sleeping in each other's arms, as well as cumming twice, each.  Bliss!

Ironically, this 21 year old has taught me more than anyone about the value of slowing down during love-making; to savour gentle, slow kisses.

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 Two years ago, I posted about being sent fully-naked pictures showing the full face of a publicly elected official in my town.   The pics featured ass cheeks spread wide open and open crotch shots in abundance.... but the worst part was that the Gay Politician was morbidly obese, +400 pounds at least.  Ewww!

I had previously met Gay Politician because his daughters had attended my school;  we served together on Parent Council.

Since then, Gay Politican (55 years old) divorced, came out and is now an advocate for the LGBTQ cause.  His photo regularly appears local newspaper ads:  "City of _ _ _ _ _ _ _ :  a Proud Supporter of Pride Week!"  I admire how he has embraced his late-in-life coming out.

In recent months, Gay Politician has been messaging me persistently on Scruff, Grindr and Squirt.org, suggesting a meeting.  Finally, I told him:  "Fred, we've met in real life.  We served on Parent Council together ten years ago," and signed off with my real name.

He followed up with repeated requests for a coffee date.  I reluctantly agreed, but I warned him that I was recently divorced and was in no way ready to date anyone, let alone an LTR.  I also told him that I wasn't attracted to overweight people. Due to his aggressiveness, I felt the need to be really blunt.

Our coffee date today went well;  he was charming, intelligent, ambitious and okay-looking but with unique, brilliant blue eyes. We had much to talk about during our 90 minute coffee date.

He had bariatric surgery last year and so far, has lost 160 pounds with another 100 pounds to go.  Gay Politican looked better but the yards of loose skin were not a pretty sight.  He is still massive and in fact, had difficulty walking due to his obesity.


He was quite touchy-feely during our coffee date and insisted on giving me a big hug at the end.  Gay Politician said he hoped to see me again and he said: "I know you don't like fat people", and suggested going to the theatre or a restaurant another day.

I agreed that I was definitely not attracted to overweight people and said, cautiously, that I would consider going out to dinner with him.   I cannot imagine in a million years going to bed with someone who I considered so physically unattractive, no matter how much more weight he lost.

This is a bit of a dilemma:  Gay Politican is seeking an LTR and I am definitely not interested in him in that way.  I wouldn't mind being his platonic friend but by agreeing to go out with him, I fear he will continue to push for something more. Tricky!

 





 

Hunky shower men

In my daily visits to our Athletic Complex, I've been treated to fantastic sightings of some gorgeous 20ish men in the communal shower room.  Yesterday, I felt like a fat, thick-around-the-middle old fart as I showered alongside three magnificent young men with voluptuous asses and thick, uncut flopping cocks.

They were absolutely stunning young men, even more beautiful than the hunks pictured in this post.  
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During recent online chats, I've been bragging to some local gay friends (my age) about all my sexy times with my Sweet Brazilian Boy.

To a man, they all requested to be invited to a threesome with me and Lucas.  My response was a firm: "NO!", partly because I doubt that Lucas would be receptive to such an arrangement. Retorted one of my friends in frustration:   

"You're not going to share him, aren't you!  You want to keep him all to yourself!!"  

To that I said:  "You better believe it, baby!"    lol

I do understand that Lucas will eventually move on to other men, sooner or later.  And I think that he should do just that .... if only to make the most of his gay Canadian experience.

In fact, the day before I left for my eight day trip to Toronto, I suggested to Lucas that he should consider hooking up with some other guys.  He looked shocked and said: "OH NO!  I'd NEVER do that!!!"  Too sweet!

Lucas continues to message me sporadically most days on Grindr:  "Good morning!",  "Hey handsome Daddy!" and I respond in kind and we occasionally exchange selfies.  We get together one or two days per week which is all that either of our schedules allow.

A big dilemna:   Lucas is coming here after school today (Thursday) but for the first time, my son will be in residence.  My son knows that I hook up with guys but we never discuss it.  In fact, he has met a couple of my hookup dudes in some funny accidental meetings.

But given Lucas' young age (21), I really don't want to introduce them unless I'm forced to. I know I'm being cowardly, but I don't even want to tell my son that I'm entertaining a gentleman caller this evening and that he shouldn't expect to see me around.

Conversely, I don't want Lucas to think that I'm ashamed of him;  that he is some dirty little secret.

At this point, my plan is to just sneak Lucas into the Love Nest where we will spent several hours of sweetness and hope that we don't run into my son as we leave. Thoughts?

Daddy

This is a random thoughts post which I wrote yesterday evening after a fantastic four-day Easter weekend.

1. I cooked Easter Monday dinner for my parents and two of my kids:  spiral-cut, glazed ham, roasted veggues (potatoes, squash, sweet potatoes and carrots) and a spring mix vinagrette salad with shaved parmesan and candied pecans.

2.  My son and I spent the rest of the weekend working hard on our never-ending house renovations which I started one year ago (pictured here) and we got a lot done.

I'm determined to get our Great Room (in realtor-speak) finished before summer, complete with natural gas fireplace, my first flat screen TV, new wood flooring and the walls painted some rich, dark colour, probably a dark navy.

3. I am proud that son is so skilled at all trades; auto repair, welding, carpentry, plumbing and wiring. And if he doesn't have a particular skill, he quickly figures it out. His combination of multi-trade skills, intelligence, creativity and imagination is unbeatable.

His shop teachers shake their head in amazement when they tell me about his latest accomplishments at school and refer to him as the "Superstar of the Tech Department."  But he and I have been doing this sort of work all his life, so it only comes naturally to him.

4.  I was not able to spend some sweet sexy time with my Sweet Brazilian Dude this weekend but he messaged me numerous times, sometimes calling me "Handsome Daddy" and saying about himself:  "I'm a bad boy."  lol We're planning to get together early this week after school. 

I am being called "Daddy" with increasing frequency by the young guys on Grindr and it amuses me. I like the playfulness of the young guys in their use of the term and I wear my Daddy label proudly.

5. But sadly, my days of being a day-to-day Daddy are quickly drawing to a close. My son (17.5 years old) has been accepted into a highly competitive commercial diving / underwater welding programme which is located around 3,000 km (2,000 miles) from home. He applied several months ago but I never seriously considered the possibility of him going away so soon ..... and so far.  But it's starting to look like it might happen.

This means that both he and my middle daughter will be away for most of the year for school. Our oldest daughter, now 22, has a busy life revolving around her culinary training school, her cook's job and friends.  I'll see her as much as possible but it certainly won't be every day.

With this new reality, I may run the risk of loneliness.  Perhaps it will be time for a regular LTR or boyfriend?  In any event, I will be able have guys over to the house whenever I want and even for regular sleepovers.  Every cloud has a silver lining....

Lawyer Dude, continued

ItToday's pics are of beautiful, muscular man thighs which so remind me of my the sweet Brazilian boy who's been sharing my bed in recent weeks.  I asked him, where did you get your amazing thighs?

He replied:  "I played soccer all my life.  Of course!  I'm Brazilian!"  I can't get enough of massaging them, running my hand up them and being in between them when I suck his cock.

This is a continuation of the LLawyer Dude story, last post.     Lawyer Dude and I had one of the liveliest, gayest, funniest and most interesting conversations I ever had.  Topics were wide-ranging including our sexual histories and coming-out to travel, movies, politics and our marriages.

He was indeed a mover and a shaker and had served as legal council for both the Ontario and federal Conservative parties.  As a result, he was on a first-name basis with numerous important politicians including cabinet ministers and past Prime Ministers.  I said:  "Really?" with some disbelief so he got a photo album and showed me a slimmer, late 80s version of himself posing beside then Prime Minster Brian Mulroney.  He was a junior legal counsel on the conservative campaign bus

The effect of his joint wore off and I asked him why he felt the need to smoke up just to meet me. He told me that he had anxiety issues and occasionally took a zanax to deal with them.   

I was finding him increasingly cute, irresistible even, mainly because of his sparking personality, but this came to a crashing halt at the view of his shrivelled, puckered ass.  Every one of the fit, 70 year old men in my locker room had better looking asses than him!  It was just gross!


I told him how much pleasure I get making other men cum and often have difficulty in receiving pleasure myself.  Lawyer Dude said that was his experience exactly.  He explained:  when closeted men, gay or bi, are attempting to have sex with their wives, the only way that they can get aroused themselves is to give their wives pleasure.

All of their partner's moaning and writhing is now we get aroused, not by the physicality of the woman herself.  He said that is just the way we're wired, how we developed in our sexual responses and now, we just do the same thing except that we get aroused by pleasuring men.

I can't say that this is typical of ALL closeted men but it matches my experience perfectly.  What a
revelation!

Lawyer Dude also took the greatest delight in all my stories which I've posted on this blog; of the back seat blowjob interruptus,  22 year old virgins, the spanking dude and of sex in a garden shed.  "I love it!  You are making up for lost time!  You want to experience it all!"

He added that he could not imagine me in an LTR or marriage with anyone in his fifties;  I was far younger in my exuberance and spirit of adventure than anyone my age (51).

You need to find yourself some 40 year old who is as adventurous as you. I know lots of them!  Just let me introduce them to you!  I said:  "I don't want to live in Toronto."

We talked non-stop from the moment I arrived at 7:00 pm to well past midnight.  My hotel was an hour away by transit, so it would be a very late arrival indeed.  Lawyer Dude suggested I stay the night and leave for work from his place.  He asked:  "Would I like to sleep in his bed with him?....... hopeful pause..... or on the couch?" 

I said firmly and with no regret:  "The couch."   I had an extremely good sleep and left at 6:45 a.m.to arrive just in time for work.  I left him a note thanking him for the excellent conversation and the dinner he ordered in for me.

I added that although we weren't boyfriend material, I hope that we could become good friends.

Lawyer Dude sent me several messages the next day on Grindr:

I had a great time last nite.  BTW, thank you for the note.
Yes, I definitely want to be your friend too. 
I know I'm not your type sexually.
I really enjoyed our evening.  Really.  After u left I jerked off like 4 times.

I don't know if our friendship will continue, but we have exchanged a few messages on Grindr since I've returned.  It's up to him, really.

The final pic was taken a moment ago in my front yard;  we're having a late spring blizzard!  Sean, do you recognize the shorts?  Will winter ever end?

A sleepover with a high-powered Toronto lawyer.

My main entertainment while riding on a Toronto streetcar or bus (other than checking out the hot guys)  is to monitor the men on Grindr or Squirt and receive sporadic messages from them. This is how I met the Hungry Spaniard from my last post.

Both of these sites use a GPS system to arrange the guys by their proximity, so the profiles continually changed as I travelled across the city.

On my second day in Toronto, I was messaged by a 54 year old lawyer as I was heading from downtown to my airport hotel on the TTC.  He wasn't particularly attractive but was extremely persistent with many questions:

What are u doing in Toronto?
Are u single?
Are you a principal or vice principal? 
Do you have a lover?
Do you want to see me?
Are u free tonight?

Push, push, push.  He continued to message me sporadically throughout the week.

 I would love to get to know you better.
Just meet and chat.
But no sex guarantees
Don't want to fuck up a potential friend or lover.
But I smoke.  Is that okay?

I cancelled two hookup dudes (one at 5:30 pm and other other at 10:00 pm) and headed out to visit him at his condo in a trendy downtown neighbourhood. 

And, by the way, I had NO INTENTION of having sex with him. I found him deeply unattractive but he seemed extremely interesting and well worth a coffee date.  

The condo complex was very high-end but his apartment was messy with much clutter, stained carpeting and windows filmed with tar from the cigarette smoke.

Lawyer Dude was a bit heavy but had a charming smile and was extremely hospitable.  But something seemed to be "off" in his manner of speaking and behaviour. 

Lawyer Dude:  Do you notice something different about me?
Buddy Bear:  There's something really odd in your manner: do you have Aspergers' or something?
Lawyer Dude:  (defensively)  Why do you think I have Aspergers'?
Buddy Bear:  I'm really familiar with it:L  I've had many Aspergers students.  There's just something really weird about the way you're speaking.
Lawyer Dude:  I smoked a joint just before you came in.
Buddy Bear:  Really?
Laywer Dude:  Yes, I was really anxious about meeting you.

Buddy Bear:   Hmmmmmm

What followed was the most interesting gay conversations I've ever had which lasted over five hours.  During this time, he provided me with some amazing insights about my own gay development and behaviour which I found highly insightful and accurate.

He told me his complicated story:  many years of gay denial, an overbearing, Jewish mother, career and financial success, marriage at 28 to a Jewish bisexual woman with whom he enjoyed M-F-M-F foursomes and their seven rounds of unsuccessful IVF treatments.

He and his wife eventually divorced and he's since had two LTRs with men but was presently single and looking for a boyfriend, rather desperately I thought.  He didn't believe in gay marriage and thought it was impossible for men to be monogamus.

Throughout, he was extremely attentive, bringing me coffee and sweets, later a beer and then ordered a meal for me when he found out I hadn't eaten in eight hours. I called him the ultimate Jewish Mama.

He was intelligent, charming, perceptive and very funny.  I was starting to find him rather cute, sexy even.  

Then after several hours, he stood up and announced:  "All my friends know this about me, even my women friends;  I'm very comfortable with nudity" and proceeded to take off his clothes.  OMFG!  Toothpick arms and legs and an enormous beach-ball sized belly.  But the worst part was his ass which was literally not there;  it was just a wrinkled pucker of skin.  I've never seen anything so deeply unattractive in my life, ever!   I had to avert my eyes.

I said:  "I grew up in a Finnish family where we had fully naked family saunas several times a week.  My favourite place to go in Toronto is Hanlan's Point Nude Beach.  NO ONE is more comfortable with nudity than me.  But this is just too fucked up."  So he put on a robe.

(this story will be continued on my next post on Saturday morning)

A hungry, closeted Spaniard

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A 19-year old gay virgin, continued

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My apologies!

I was touched and horrified when Sean "Just a Jeep Guy" texted yesterday to say that some of my blog readers were concerned about my absence from the Blogosphere.

Thanks for your concern, everyone.  I've been having a fanulous time!

I've been in Toronto for the last seven days on a work-related assignment.    I've been extremely busy with the work and much gay extra-curricular fun, most of it not involving hooking up.

But I've had no free time and extremely limited access to a private computer for blogging.  I'll be blogging from home again on Sunday.
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And as to that 19 year old virgin, I was writing that post on an airport stopover using my Smartphone.... a huge pain in the rear.  I finally gave up but didn't realize that I inadvertently published the unfinished post.  I will continue that sweet story as soon as possible.

A 19 year old gay virgin

For the past several years, I had a strict rule about not hooking up with any guy who was younger than my oldest kid (who just turned 22)

But just a few days after breaking that rule with Sweet Brazilian Boy who is 21, I doubly broke my rule by 19 year old gay virgin who was younger than TWO of my children.  I'm going to rot in hell for sure!  

The boys pictured in today's post resemble the Nervous Young Dude, as I will call him, and are from the Hey Sweetie! photos of great eye-candy blog, Artistry of Male Soul Food.

 

Three evenings ago just as our spring blizzard / freezing rain storm was winding down, I was messaged on Grindr from a completely blank profile.

With very little prompting, the messager revealed himself to be an 19 year old who had graduated from high school last June.  He was super nervous about messaging me on Grindr but was horny as hell and decided it was time to lose his gay virginity. 

Was I into younger guys?   Hell, yes!  Did I have any beer in the house?  He'd need one to relax a bit.  I sure do!  I asked him, "Where did you go to high school?"

This post is continued A 19-year old gay virgin, continued.

My sweet Brazilian boy

Wow!  In three years of blogging, this is the longest I've ever gone without posting.  One reason was that I slept at my parents' computerless house (in town) for a couple of nights.

We had a spring blizzard, complete with much snow and freezing rain and it was much safer to not travel on the treacherous, icy highway.

But the main reason for not being available is that I've been keeping company with Lucas, the sweet young man from Brazil, three times in the past week alone.  Lucas has a forestry degree and is attending university in my town for 18 months.  He is very smart and earned a coveted place in an English-language training programme funded by the Brazilian government.

He is 6'-0", 168 pounds, slim with the hint of abs and the sweetest baby face which causes him much distress.  In fact, he's growing a goatee to make him look more mature.   "I wish I was older!"

I laughed and told him: (1)  Lucas, you will be old all too soon and (2) below the waist, you are all man!  He has a long, beautifully fat, responsive, uncut cock.

After three years of hookups, I finally broke my own rule about sleeping with someone younger than my oldest kid:  my daughter is 22 and Lucas, sweet boy, is 21.

He came to my house on Sunday at 9:00 a.m. and we spent the next five hours together in bed without a break, kissing for hours, both aggressively and sweetly, at times holding each others lips motionless against the other's.  We massaged each other and did much ass play and mutual 69s.

After much edging, I finally made Lucas and me cum and then he promptly fell asleep(!), snoring gently, our naked bodies intertwined.  I also napped as Lucas cuddled against me like a warm, cuddly puppy dog.  Round two followed the same pattern;  an hour of kissing and erotic play with both of us cumming.  This time he arranged himself against me in a spoon-like fashion and again, fell asleep instantly.

Round three ended with him cumming yet again but as for me, I was done!  Throughout our several times together, we talked about our respective lives.  Facts about Lucas:

1. He's from an upper middle-class family in Sao Paulo where his father owns a large forestry company and his mother's a doctor.
2. Lucas was accelerated at private school and started university at 16. 
3. He is a self-described nerd (not true!) and said modestly, "I'm a good boy!"
4. Before Lucas came to my town in October, he had no training in English at all.
5. He speaks English remarkably well but I often have to rephrase using simpler words before he understands what I'm saying. 
6. Lucas understands the difference between "come" and "cum."  lol   
7. As a result of his mainly vegetarian diet, he has the sweetest cum I've ever tasted.
8. Lucas has travelled extensively in South America but never in North America.
9. He misses his mother and her cooking.  Brazilians eat beans and rice as a staple with lots of vegetables and maybe a fragment of chicken or pork added.  
10. Said Lucas:  "You never see a fat Brazilian."
11. He has had girlfriends but realized he liked men at 19.  He wasn't a gay virgin when he met me but had very few M2M experiences.
12. He is not out to anyone in Canada (except me) nor to his family in Brazil. 
13. Lucas said that Brazil is not particularly gay- accepting.  As to coming out to his family, he said:  "I don't want to think about that right now."
14. He hates the traffic congestion and the pollution of Sao Paulo and is not certain that he wants to return.

And to the Debbie Downers out there, I am not being a foolish, smitten old middle-aged man.  I know that Lucas will eventually move on to other men.  In any case, he will leave Canada one year.  But I know that my time with him so far will rank among one of my life's sweetest, most memorable experiences.

I wish I could find myself a sweet Brazilian man like Lucas ..... but one who is 30 years older......