Sweaty balls

Two of my classes are made of what could be called "troubled youth.".... generally, young men aged 14 - 17 who come from horrible family backgrounds including poverty, hunger, crime, and substance abuse.  But we have so much fun in class!  My Educational Assistant and I try to make it a warm, safe, welcoming place for them to come.

One student in particular, Harley, is a very shy, hunky Aboriginal dude whose alcoholic mother (we hear) drinks away their entire welfare check.   So Harley comes to school hungry every day and only eats food provided by our Breakfast Club and lunches shared by teachers.

Last week, Harley reached into his front jeans pocket and pulled out some unwrapped Gummi worms (candy)  and offered them to me and some of the other boys in class. Such generosity!

Never mind that the Gummis were covered in pocket lint and God-knows-what, I ate mine and thanked him graciously.  It was such a great gesture that I could not have turned it down.

(As an aside:  once you've taken a random stranger's cock in your mouth, you become a lot less concerned about germs in general)

Just to tease the boys gobbling up their Gummi worms, I said:  "Hmmmm..... I wonder when was the last time Harley washed his hands?   Just  imagine where they've been all day!"

The boys said  "Ewwwww!"  but kept on eating.  Another boy, thoughtfully sniffed his Gummi worm:  "Hmmm.... it smells like sweaty balls!"  lol!  We killed ourselves laughting. So funny!

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Later that day, I was at our city-owned fitness facility in the sauna feeling like some pathetic, old perve, checking out some buff straight dudes, around 18 years old.   The dudes were wearing boxers which they had first worn into the shower.  (everyone is  required to cover up in the sauna for hygenic rerasons)

One dude in particular was most spectacular specimen I've ever seen:  5'-10", lean, buff, sharply defined muscles and of Italian descent.  His pale blue boxers clung so his pink ass cheeks were clearly outlined and in front, OMFG, an thick, eight incher flopped.  Just spectacular!

Hunky Dude's Friend:  "This place sucks. The sauna at the ____ Fitness Centre* is way better.  (*a high end private gym).   They have a sauna AND a steam room.

Hunky Dude:  I never go into the steam room there, man.  It smells like sweaty balls!"

So funny!   Two references to "sweaty balls" in one day!   Go figure!


The Italian dude's body resembled the dude, above left. But Italian dude was MUCH younger, more handsome and fantastically endowed.

Hunky Ballet Dancers

Two days ago, I attended a performance of the "youth corps" of one of Canada's leading ballet companies.  Among the dancers were at least eight hunky ballet guys aged 17 to 20.

What magnificent specimens of masculinity, all wearing sheer white tights and some even shirtless!

I was consumed with lust by my clear view of gorgeous, voluptuous asses, magnificent muscular thighs and lovely bulges, sadly, masked by dance cups. 

But during one modern dance number, the male dancers changed into flesh coloured unitards.  I could have sworn that they were NOT wearing dance cups.  I imagined that I could easily make out cocks pointing this way or that, clearly outlined in the thin spandex.  Bliss!
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Whew!  What an exhausting time I had today!

I arrived at school an hour early to set up for Breakfast Club where I am teacher-in-charge once a week.  This requires little work except for setting out yogurt, bagels, fruit, cereal, muffins and milk.  And I do enjoy chatting with the 50 or so students, mainly goofy boys, who come here for breakfast.

This was followed by 25 minutes of period one hallway supervision.  Most unusually, my principal then asked me to cover another teacher's class for the remainder of the period, reasons unknown.  I then taught my own three classes of excitable grade nine students, separated by a lunch time pre-test tutorial.

I had barely enough time for a pee break!

After school, I had dinner at my parents' (meatloaf, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans and ice cream.  Yum!) and then raced home to walk my dog some 3 km through the darkening forest.  I walked 3 km, she ran probably double that off leash.  It was -21 C so it was a chilly walk. 

I returned home at 7:00 pm where I promptly retired to my bed with my two doggies, a big cup of tea, my laptop and a stack of DVDs.   In the past two hours I have:

• turned down an offer to top a 38 year old who offered to drive out. (I was too tired!)
• chatted on POF with a 36 year old construction hunk seeking his first man sex.  We've been chatting for weeks and I think he's finally ready to do the deed!
• set up my next date with a passionate 27 year old who adores older men.  He's a real sweetie, 6'-2", 140 pounds, who looks like a supermodel with an Aboriginal mother and German father.   I'll have to tell you about him later.
• answered many personal and work-related texts and e-mails.
• wrote this post!

How's that for a boring run-down of my day!

Naked Hunks in the Snow

It's mid-Monday morning and I'm here tucked in bed with my doggies instead of being in class.  Our first snow day of the year!   Rather..... it's a partial snow day.

We had freezing rain overnight topped with snow; all school buses are cancelled and the rural schools closed including the rural elementary school nearest my home. 

Unfortunately, our school division keeps the city schools open no matter how treacherous the conditions unless the city declares a "state of emergency:, a rarity.  The motivation:  closed schools = no provincial government funding for the day.

This means that teachers and are expected to drive through treacherous conditions to hang around day in school which is 90% empty of students. But to refuse to come in can result in a severe financial penalty from our employer:  two days' lost pay.  (loss of your own salary AND a deduction from your paycheck  to pay the substitute teacher's salary.)

It's a huge pet peeve among us teachers and our union;  there have been teachers killed in highway accidents while attempting to get to school under such inhumane and treacherous
conditions.

Very early this morning, I received this text from my ex-wife, the first communication we've had in over a month:

Ex-wife:  All school buses are cancelled because of icy roads.   It's okay to arrive late to school or not at all.  But if you do go in, be careful driving.
Buddy Bear:  I won't go to school until the sanding truck has gone by on the highway.    It probably won't be until noon.   It's like a skating rink outside my door;  the worst I've ever seen.
Ex-wife:  Good.  Thanks.
 Buddy Bear:  :-)

My ex-wife knows me extremely well;  better than anyone, in fact.  She knew that I would have attempted to drive in to school no matter now treacherous the roads.  I NEVER miss going to work.  But she managed to convince me to delay my going in until the driving is safer.

I smiled at the text;  at how she is still concerned about me.  She also did an admirable job of trying not to be too bossy which always had the opposite effect on my actions.

I got a little teary-eyed, actually.   After so many years of hatred, bitterness and crazy behaviour, I never thought we'd reach such a state of civility.

"Can I help carry in your groceries?"

It's Saturday morning and I'm enjoying a balmy-4 C temperature after a week with overnight lows of -19 C.  I'm just not ready for winter!

My mother is doing extremely well with her recovery from knee replacement surgery, so although I go visit every day, I'm no longer doing ALL the cooking.   But school has become increasingly busy as I take on more and more extracurricular activities.  As well, our local our Pride planning (for June 2015) is in full swing

The other evening, I was running many errands in town, all the while being messaged on Grindr by a horny 19 year old university student.   He was persistent but I was SOOOOO exhausted, I didn't want to hook up with anyone!

When he heard that I was in a food store, he messaged: "Can I help you carry in your groceries?"  lol.  So cute!

With that original pickup line, I caved:  "Oh, all right! Where can I pick you up?"   He was outside his student residence;  handsome, intelligent, 5'-11", a little chunky, very sweet and chatty.

The conversation flowed as we drove the 25 minutes back to my house.  He commented how easy I was to talk to and I said he was the same.

We talked about our respective families and coming-out-stories, and talked about favourite recipes like a couple of old grannies.  His was Chicken Milano which I'd like to try.

He wasn't a gay virgin but had only come out (to himself and his family) about ten months earlier.   He just turned 19 so he was the youngest guy I'd ever been with, but he seemed much older both in terms of maturity and that fact that he was a bigger boy.

He turned out to be a fantastic kisser!  Just amazing!  He wasn't comfortable when I started to do ass play on him but he turned out to have a keen interest in doing it to me, which was fun.  For an inexperienced young man, he was quite aggressive, a real "take-charge" kind of lover

I told him:  "Dude!  You're going to be a real alpha-male!  Just taking charge! You have a great future ahead of you .... just fantastic!"  He smiled but I meant every word.  Oddly, I felt proud of him and his passion.

I dropped him off at his university residence, another 50 km of driving for me, and he messaged me his thanks, hoping that we could get together again one day.  A classy young man!

ps:   I regretfully turned down several offers later in the week from some super-hot young guys.  Although they would have driven out to my place, I said "no".  I was just too exhausted and these offers came too late, after midnight!

As well, I am confident enough to know that these were not the only offers I would be getting.  If they're truly interested, they'll try another time!

MEME from Going Gently

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"I jerked off while I watched you sleeping."

NOTE:  Chubby Dude does NOT look like this!

For most of October, I was messaged on squirt.org by a guy who I had no interest in:  38 years old, 5'-8" and +250 pounds.  I am just not attracted to guys who are that fat!  Sorry, but attraction is a very personal thing.

He messaged me many dozens of times and most the time, I didn't respond, or just responded with a one word answer.  I did tell him "Not interested" more than once, but he wasn't listening.

But I was starting to feel sorry for him because he did seem like a nice guy.  He switched tactics and said he was "looking for a gay friend only, no hooking up".

So I said, "Okay, I'll meet you for coffee but nothing else."   But I must tell you that I am a high school teacher with the _ _ _ _ _  School Division.  If you have any connection with that, you must tell me."

Chubby Dude:  I'm also a teacher with the  _ _ _ _ _  School Division.
Buddy Bear:   High school?  
Chubby Dude:  Yes. 
|Buddy Bear:  Then, we must already know each other.  (OMFG!)
Chubby Dude:   My name is Chris _ _ _ _ _

OMFG!  He had been my colleague at my old school for many years:  very short, extremely obese and with a serious personal hygiene problem.  He stank to high heaven!   Chubby Dude had been off for two years for serious problem with alcohol and he's still a serious alcoholic.

What the hell:  I told him my name.

Over the next week or so, he messaged me eight or more times per day, each message more explicit than the last.  "You're so fucking hot!",   I LOVE your ass!!   I wanted to suck your cock so bad.... and on and on.

I responded repeatedly:  "Chris, calm down".    Chris,  just stop!  but he persisted. But because I knew him, I didn't have the heart to block him.

Five years previously, Chris and I had chaperoned a band trip to a big city;  we shared a hotel room for four nights.   He finally made a disclosure which, for me, was the last straw.

"Do you remember when we shared that hotel room together in Seattle?"

 "I jerked off while I watched you sleeping."

Ewwww!   I responded:   "Chris:  please stop messaging me.  I am not interested in you;  I will never be interested in you.  Attraction is a highly personal thing and I just am not attracted to you."

Chubby Dude:  "Oh.  I'm sorry.  I didn't know. "   and logged off.

I feel terrible about telling him that.  Poor guy!

Pride Film Festival: recommendations needed!

My involvement with our local Pride festivities has steadily increased as I have become more and more "out" in my community.

I attended my first local Pride three years ago (June 2011) but could only stay for 30 minutes because of my severe spinal pain at the time.  I was newly out to my kids and family but not to the wider community but I was determined to attend.   I posted about that Pride visit twice:  here and here.

I missed the June 2012 Pride events completely because I was thick in the horror of our divorce mediation and my move to my new home.  I was exhausted, stressed out and busy beyond belief.

In June 2013, I attended and volunteered at many fun events such as the Drag-a-Palooza where I was groped by a former student and our Pride picnic but had no part in the organization itself.  I posted several times about that exciting week where I came "out" in a big way.   Check out those links here.

From January to June 2014, I served on our Pride organizing committee and was heavily involved in some aspect in nearly every event of our week of festivities but as a helper.

But I did not post about Pride 2014 at all.  At that time, one of my blog readers was actively trying to determine my actual location and name, so I needed to protect my identity by not revealing any details.

But by June 2014, my Pride committee involvement accelerated my "outness" to a wider audience.   My name even appeared in our local newspaper as a Pride organizer;  my middle daughter bought a copy and proudly showed it to all her friends!

Starting in September 2014, I've been heavily involved in planning for Pride 2015 and am the chief organizer for several sub-events during our Pride Week, including our Pride Film Festival.

Dear readers:  I need your help!  

The committee and I need to pick out some movies to screen at our LGBTQ film night.   Specifically, we are looking for:

FEATURE FILM or HEADLINER
#1:    This feature-length movie must have a strong LGBTQ theme.  The movie should be a feel-good, relatively current flick; probably a comedy which is on everyone's "must see" list. 

Example:   Cloudburst with Olympia Dukakis was a huge hit at our 2013 Pride Film Festival, mainly with our lesbian community.   This octogenarian lesbian Thelma and Louise story was a perfect choice! 

SUPPORTING SHORT FILM(s)
#2:   We also need one or two short films (10 minutes or less), either documentary or fiction, on any LGBTQ issue or theme.   Canadian content is always a plus!

Any and all recommendations would be greatly appreciated!

Naked hunks in the shower

Today's pics are of the sort of men who I see every day:  naked, fit men in the shower and sauna at my local athletic complex. Seriously.

I have now lived alone for two months; all my adult children are more-or-less on their own.  I find myself busier than ever.   This comes after 25 years of living with first my wife, then three kids and a shifting array of several dogs.

Those too were very busy years but all my " busy-ness" revolved around the kids and my ex's ending conflicts and drama.  In those early years, her conflicts centred around her family, then my family and all our neighbours but eventually all that negative attention shifted to me. 

No matter what my life looks like now (People now ask me:  "Aren't you lonely, living way out in the country by yourself?" , no matter what my financial concerns are, I am a million times happier than I was in my marriage.

My school days are very busy and I'm now involved in various extra-curriculars:  the Outers Club, the GSA and this week, I'm going with 45 Student Council students for an overnight wilderness camping trip / retreat.  (ps:  it's snowing with a temp of -11 C.  Brrr!)

My weekends generally take the same path, and this past one was no exception:

1. I sleep in until (to 9:00 a.m.!) on Saturdaywith my dogs cuddled in on either side of me, to overcome my cumulative exhaustion after a busy week.
2. I take my Australian shephard for a walk through the bush, off-leash.  I walk 4 km and she probably runs about 10 km.  We do this every day but on weekends, Sammy often gets two such walks:  lucky dog.... and me!
3. I make progress, however slight, on my never-ending renovations.  My goal is to have my FABULOUS new living room (actually a "Great Room" in realtor-speak) by February. 
4. I entertain a gentleman callers*, sometimes only one, but on the Thanksgiving Day Weekend, I had several horny young gentlemen (all mid-to- late 20s) here three days in a row.   
5. *For example, yesterday, I had a skinny, big-cocked 27 year old aboriginal dude (6'-2", 120 pounds) in my bed, the loudest, most passionate and hungriest bottom I've ever encountered.   lol
6. I visit my parents daily, but on weekends, I ensure than they have a variety of cooked meals prepared for several days.  It's fun treating them to a variety of delicious food such as my father's favourite leek and potato soup.
7. I go to Homo Depot for building supplies, carefully timing my visits so I can go through the till of one of my regulars, Big Red, to get my Gay Discount.  He applies his employee discount to my purchases.  I used to feel guilty about this but what the heck, Homo Depot can afford it and I pay him back in bed. A win-win situation!   lol
8. I go to our local athletic complex every day without fail, but some of the time, I'm too tired to do much of a workout.   I content myself with checking out the young men in the sauna (wearing the required towel or even better, underwear which they've showered in) or fully naked in the communal shower.  Every day, I am rewarded with numerous spectacular sightings of gorgeous man flesh such as those pictured here.  I often wonder if the clueless straight boys know they are the objects of such lust.

Asses, cocks and balls on bike seats

As my pal anne marie in philly requested, here is a news update.  To explain today's pictures:  after I die, I want my face to reincarnated as a bicycle seat. Nuff said.

1.   I am LOVING my new teaching situation, having changed schools after sixteen years at my previous one.   My new school is spacious and loaded with the latest high-tech innovations;  such a change from the elderly, crumbling school where I used to work! 

All my classes are great, not without challenges, but the vast majority of my students are sweet.  My new colleagues are excellent;  helpful and supportive.   But I will forever miss my crazy, dysfunctional colleagues / friends from my former school.

2.   My mother (79) had a successful knee replacement operation last week and her recovery is proceeding normally.  But it won't be easy; she's now started weeks of painful physical therapy.  Since my father (80) doesn't cook at all, I now visit them once or twice daily to cook their meals, clean up and otherwise keep my eye on things.  Another plus:  my new school is quite close to their home.

My parents have provided me with unequivocal support for many decades, so it's a pleasure to help them out.  Besides, we really enjoy each other's company.  We've now reconnected after years of tension between my entire family and my ex-wife, entirely caused by her.

4.   My son, now 18, is loving his commercial diving programme, over 2,000 miles from home.  He said that his instructors have been very impressed with his maturity, physical skills and commitment to the programme.   We exchange news (via texting) about once a week.

5.  Middle daughter (20) is thriving in her third year of university some 1,000 miles from home, and is involved in various extracurricular activities such as the student newspaper.

6.  My eldest daughter (22),is in her final year of chef's school and living in a pretty loft apartment.  She loves living on her own away from her parents!  Her neighbourhood has one of the highest rates of violent crime in all of Canada .... a great concern for me, but she seems nonchalant about it.  

She also works as a sous-chef, five shifts per week, at one of our top gourmet restaurants.   So..... as a full-time student holding down a full-time chef's job, she is busy all day, every day of the week.  We have dinner together once every two weeks at my parents' house, cooked by me.

And what about my new life as an out gay Daddy living alone for the first time in 25 years?  Mixed reviews, for sure!   I'll save that discussion for my next post.

To blog or not to blog ...

It's been over two months since I've done a proper "story" blog.  Wow!  Before this, I posted pretty much every second day for three years;   all the fear, drama and excitement of my separation, coming-out and divorce journey was laid bare in my blog.

Explorer Jack recently asked me if I missed blogging or was it a relief to be away from the burden of always having to post.   Hmmmmm.  I'm not sure!

Stepping back from the blog, I came to realize what a curious exercise writing a personal blog really is, at least the way I do it.   Isn't it really odd, revealing my thoughts, fears and the most intimate details of my life to thousands of casual readers all over the world?

Although I now have six or more people in my town whom I confide about most of these things, only readers of my blog hear every sordid detail.  lol

Did I miss blogging?  Yes, terribly!  As I continue to push beyond my comfort level regarding gay sex and relationships, I miss the opportunity to reflect on what was going on as I wrote each post. I also regret not making a blog record of my recent adventures.

Most importantly, I missed the opportunity to receive feedback, comments and invaluable advice from friends (some of whom I've met) and experienced gay men from around the world.  From a distance, my blog reader friends were able to cut through my confusion and inexperience and offer an objective perspective on my latest gay adventure.

Having said all that, it was a bit of a relief not to have to blog on every second or third day.  The problem wasn't a shortage of gay stories to write about, that's for sure.   I take a great deal of time with each post, carefully crafting the story and (as a teacher), striving for perfect organization, spelling and grammar, and then severely editing each post to condense it as much as possible.

Sometimes, I spend more time getting the perfect man pics to accompany the blog post than it took to write the post itself.

My decision:  I intend to continue my blog as before, posting every second or third day.

My problem with blogging will happen when I meet "Mr. Right"  or at least a man who MIGHT be Mr. Right.   At that point, I cannot imagine posting about a relationship which is just developing;  it would be like inviting dozens of people into an intimate twosome..... a betrayal, of sorts.

Yet, if I did embark on a dating relationship and did NOT blog about it, my blog would not be as honest account as it is now.    I would not be able to write about a huge, important part of my life and my account would be full of holes.   Hmmmmm ....... tricky!

I'll cross that bridge when I come to it!

My favourite things....

AA furry, muscled, masculine dude with thick cock straining his Speedos.

My finances finally allowed me to buy a new laptop after our lightning strike, so I am now back to blogging!  I have a big backlog of stories to tell, gay and otherwise, most positive and some less so.

But I'm just got home after very busy day, so those stories will have to wait for my next post.  But in the meantime, how about some man-candy?

These pictures show a few |(but not all!) of my favourite things, as least where men are involved.

A flopping cock in shorts or track pants.

A rear view of a hairy, juicy ass with a lovely, dangling cock and balls

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A nice furry torso and a scruffy face.

A delicious uncut cock with low-hangers.

Sucking ..... no...worshiping cock

Eating ass:  three years ago, I never thought I would enjoy doing this, not in million years!