Boyfriend ... soulmate ... twin flame

After nearly 700 posts and five years' of blogging, I've completely dropped off the blogging bandwagon.  I haven't posted for months; indeed, I've even stopped reading and commenting on any of my online friends' blogs. What happened?

Explorer Jack figured it out when he e-mailed me in August:

"I've missed your blog, and your updates, but I know exactly how you feel.  I guess the lack of blogging indicates that you now officially have a boyfriend?

That does take the interest out of public sharing for sure."

During the horror and excitement of my coming out, separation, divorce and my early exploration of gay sex, blogging was of primary importance to me. I relied on my blog for the world-wide network of support it provided me, along with an eager audience for my stories and an inexhaustible supply of experienced advice.

But at this moment, there is virtually nothing I am willing to share about my life right now.   The kids all continue to do well and things are calm with my ex-wife.  Her texts to me are now few and far between (once every 3 - 4 months) and are usually positive.

Jack was correct!  I now have a "boyfriend" but that word could not possibly describe the connection we have.   Others we know have described us as "twin flames" and my daughter described us as her "model couple."

It's as though we've been waiting for each other all our lives.  We first met nearly a year ago but things got really, really intense over the summer.

My sweetie is smart, funny, romantic, worldly, successful, intelligent and has a wide and devoted circle of family and friends.   He also 39, some 13.5 years younger than me, handsome, sexy, skilled and as horny as hell.  And we're completely smitten with each other. :-O

He will be reading this entire blog soon and together, we will decide what I should do with it.  But for the moment, all I can say is that I'm happier than I've ever been in my life. 

But for old time's sake, here are some blurry cell phone pics of me taken within the past two weeks.

Pride Overload .... so far

Now for some complete randomness: 

1.   The photo at right is to support Kelly Stern's annual Pride Challenge and is of his dear little doggie Pino who passed away this year.  So sad.

I had the great pleasure of meeting Kelly at our Washington DC Blogger Meet-up two years ago.  He's even more charming and handsome in person, with a southern accident which would make any gay guy cum in his pants.  

2.  It's been very chilly here with overnight lows in the 40 F (7 C) range.... not very summer-like at all.  I'm still wearing fleece bed socks and a wooly hat to bed!   But I'm sure that I wouldn't be able to survive the scorching Arizona temperatures which Dr. Spo recently posted about.

3.  Middle daughter is home from university and has mainly living with me;  it's been fabulous having her here as we're the most alike of any of our family.   I've missed her terribly! But having her here is putting a temporary dent in my hooking-up life which has dwindled to nothing in recent weeks.


I've turned down the occasional offer from some horny young dude but my daughter and I have mainly spent our evenings hanging out and I don't want to miss any opportunity to spend time with her.

4.   Eldest daughter has now graduated from chef's school and has secured coveted full-time apprenticeship in an upscale bakery / eatery in town.  Best of all, she has a regular day shift,  much easier for her than the late, late nights at her previous restaurant job.  

Now that she's not doing the double whammy of full-time school and full-time work, I hope (and expect) to see more of her.


 5.  As a member of the organizing committee I've been heavily involved with our local Pride festivities this week.  I've attended and / or volunteered at most of our fabulous Pride events..... one every day this week!  Exhausting and exhilarating!  Every event has exceeded the previous year's attendance and we've seen everyone of importance in attendance:  our federal, provincial and city politicians, school board officials and various church leaders as well.

6.  I was the new organizer of one of our major Pride events this year (which I won't name).  I switched to a beautiful new venue and hugely improved the programme. 

As a result, this year's attendance jumped to about 150 including some of my own children;  a huge improvement on last year's flop which attracted only 30 people.   I was so thrilled that everything worked out so well!

7.   In one week, I will be at Toronto Pride for a five day trip.  I'm looking forward to it enormously!   Attending Toronto World Pride by myself last year (which I posted about here) was tremendous fun, life-changing, even.  I was a Lone Wolf!

My Toronto Pride experience will be very different this year and I hope, even better. You see, I will be attending with a Special Friend who I haven't posted about (and won't), other than to say that he's age-appropriate for me (46), single, handsome, and is most definitely boyfriend or LTR material.  

My foursome with three 70-ish lesbians

Well .... it was sort of a foursome and no, I'm not going back to va-jay-jay.

A local government social service agency has provided an occasional coordinator and a small amount of funding to establish a social group for older LGBTQ folks.   This demographic is at high risk of being social isolation and loneliness and typically lacks the usual family supports such as spouses or children.

As an older member of our Pride organizing committee, I've been invited to attend these 50+ LGBTQ gatherings and have started to help out with them as well.

So..... last weekend, I participated in a scavenger hunt / car rally where teams drove around town in pursuit of 20 or so challenges such as:   "Take a selfie of yourself and a trucker with the Rice Lake Truck Stop sign in the background."  I took that one for the team.   Woo-hoo!

There were about 15 participants, mainly aged 60 -80, and I ended up on a team with three 70ish lesbian ladies!  I so wanted to be with some of the elderly gay men, several of whom were quite attractive, like the men pictured in this post.  In fact, one retired teacher, who I'll call the Silver Fox, was extremely handsome:   slim, piercing, brilliant blue eyes.... and interested in me.  So hot!  But the teams had been previously organized.  Darn!

But the lesbian ladies were all very nice. Two of them were a couple and they seemed to be typical overly-fussy, grandmotherly types; I'd never have guessed in a million years that they were lesbian.   They were both terrible drivers which made for a harrowing back seat experience.

My partner in the back seat was an aboriginal woman who was a residential school survivor,  an elder in her First Nations community, artist, recovered substance abuser and now a fierce LGBGTQ advocate. 

She was extremely impressive;  very serene, wise and courageous in overcoming her life's challenges and pushing ahead with her LGBTQ projects.  Inspirational! .... and I'm so glad to now count her among my friends.

It was enormous fun but many times during the day, I thought: "Where are all the hot young guys?..... oh, wait ..... this is an elder queer group!!!"  It would have been so much more fun being in car with men who I was sexually attracted to.

The last clue took us to a rural house where we socialized and had a barbecue.  It was quite pleasant getting to know everyone but I couldn't help shake a pervasive feeling of sadness for most of the participants.

Except for the lesbian couple, most were single and everyone was older, childless, queer and with various emerging age-related ailments.  Most seemed to have little to no family support.  For them, getting old, alone and queer, must be a bleak and scary prospect.


 Although I am somewhat younger than everyone else, I plan to continue with the group's outings which happen every month or so. I enjoyed their company and we all would benefit from developing a wider circle of friends.

And I hope I can ease their social isolation a tiny bit by helping to keep the group going.

I'm okay!

Me in some Andrew Christians: May 2015

Not only have I fallen off the blogging wagon, the wagon has disappeared over the horizon and I've forgotten that it even existed. Two months without blogging or even reading others' blogs. Wow!

I've been swamped  with texts, Facebook messages and e-mails (actually, about six!) from online and real-life blog-reading friends who were concerned about my disappearance from the blogosphere. Thank you for your concern!   I'm sorry to have worried you.

I can't imagine how I found the time for blogging every second day early in the days of my coming out / divorce drama.  On the other hand, I miss sharing my stories and reading about others' adventures.   I'm sure my blogging audience has pretty much disappeared but I'm thinking that posting more frequently but with much shorter posts would make it seem like less of a chore.

I have been doing well;  just extremely busy.  School has become busier and busier but not only with the classroom teaching and numerous extracurricular activities.  I've had many requests to attend numerous Professional Development workshops of various kinds which cause disruptions to my usual teaching schedule and suck up much time needed for supply teacher preparation.

It seems that the different Board Office flunkies running the various workshops needed to spend their entire budgets by the end of May or the money would be lost;  that's why all the PD sessions seemed to be coming at us so quickly.  Finally, I said to my Principal:  "Enough!  I'm done!" and discovered that I could indeed say "no."

My Principal also pointed out that I can also say "no" to school extra-curricular involvements at school.   My school has an extremely low rate of teacher volunteerism (for running clubs, coaching etc) and he said that when I came to the school in September, I was "fresh meat" and was swamped with requests to help out with everything.  I love working with young people outside of the classroom, but I am at the risk of burning out. I'll need to take a close look at what activities I volunteer for.  I've taken on too much and need to say "no" more often.

I was also on the steering committee running a major environmental conference for high school youth: which was a monstrous task. The conference attracted some 150 participants, most from the USA, and was a huge success but very exhausting.   As well, I'm on our local Pride organizing committee; very satisfying but the pace of work is intensifying as our Pride week is fast approaching.

As well, I've been helping out with some other queer community groups;  one involving elderly LGBTQ folks and the other or young people in their late teens and early 20s.

As my university daughter is back living with for the summer, I had to spend countless hours this month completing my bathroom renovations;   being toilet-less was not an option!

As well, I've continued with my usual sluttish ways and have had some fantastic sexytimes with some pretty spectacular young men, sadly, all out of my age range. My concern is now that when I DO start looking for Mr. Right,  it will be impossible to find someone my age who will measure up.   Details to follow.  

My hottie doctor's beautiful, thick cock.

My hunky doctor's torso looked EXACTLY like this!

Some of today's pics are from a calendar of Hunky Irish Doctors.

It's been such a long time since I've blogged!  I'm feeling pretty unmotivated about it these days as well as being completely swamped at work and other areas of my life.

As well, my recovery from my concussion took way longer that I thought.  It's been an extremely difficult few weeks and I'm starting to wonder if I'm a bit depressed.

Certainly I worry constantly about my tight financial situation, problems with my 2013 tax return and I'm a little tired of the time spent dealing with online flakes just to find a sweet, sexy man to hook up with.

But here's recap of recent events.

1.  Nearly three weeks ago, I slipped and gave myself a concussion on the ice in fairly remote wilderness area.  I had no memory at all of that entire day, of walking some 5 km off the ice and gradually, I've been piecing together events of the day like some horror show.

My own children confirmed that I had indeed driven my car some 8 km down the Trans-Canada highway in my concussed state with no memory of doing so.  I crazy-texted my kids throughout the day and my text history shows that my eldest daughter convinced me to stop driving and allow my parents to come and get me.  How fucked up is that?

My parents drove me to the Emergercy and within a few hours, I received many diagnostic tests including a CT brain scan and  was released to the care of my parents by my Hottie Doctor, blonde-haired, blue-eyed and with an athletic body to boot.

I took two days off school but should have stayed off longer;  at school, I had difficulty with concentrating during the my busy classes and had struggled which remembering students' names and doing simple tasks like taking attendance.

But after three weeks, I do feel 100% recovered.  But my kids extracted a promise from me that before I go on any more solo wilderness adventures, I will file a trip plan (via texting) with them;  where I am parked, where I'm going and when I will return.

2.  A week later, I was in the locker room of my Athletic Complex and who should walk by but shirtless Hottie Doctor!    His lean torso was ripped beyond belief and he nicely filled out his UnderArmor spandex shorts.

I lingered at my locker unnecessarily and was rewarded a view of his beautiful thick cock, a bit bigger than average, resting on a big, beautiful pair of low-hangers.  Woo-hoo!

After he got decently dressed, I went over to chat about my concussion:  he remembered me and was very sweet, but came across as very, very straight.

3.  I had one final sweet hookup with the sexy 19 year old university student and amateur drag queen.  I posted about his best-ever pickup line:  "Can I help you carry in your groceries?"   Sadly, he is leaving town to continue his final year of university in a far-away city.  I'll miss him!

I told him:  "You are the best kisser I've ever had! ... especially for a fairly inexperienced guy."  He replied:  "I learned how to kiss from your former student, Jordan _ _ _ _ _."    I thought, "Oh my!"  

The "Jordan" in question was my student for three years but I had no idea that he was gay and his sister was my eldest daughter's best friend for 8 years in elementary school.  This really is a very small town, in the gay sense.  lol.

4.  This week, I also hooked up with two other dudes.  The first was the father of a former student, a handsome guy sadly afflicted with early-onset Parkinson's Disease.   The second was a 11 hour hookup with a handsome, athletic-bodied "straight but questioning" former hockey player and worker from Alberta's oil patch;  one of my most unusual and special days I've ever spent with a man.

But.... this post is too long already.  I'll tell you about the last two guys in my next post!

International Day of Pink

The first pic is (I think) of one the authors of the fabulous blog, http://twohornyguys.com/.

Yesterday was the International Day of Pink against bullying and homophobia in particular.  This initiative started with two high school students in Nova Scotia, Canada, and is now marked by over 8 million pictures in countries around the globe.

There are several anti-bullying pink days recognized throughout the world because the various interest groups can't agree on one day to celebrate.  But in my school division, April 8th is "The Big One" and it is a big deal in all of our public elementary and high schools.

We were featured prominently in the local media which is always a thrill for the students involved.   My school had a decent percentage of students wearing pink,with some of them completely over-the-top with pink-dyed hair, pink face paint and wearing pink from head to toe.

Our GSA students and Students' Council held a pink T-shirt sale, Pink Bake Sale and raffled off some FABULOUS gift baskets with the most random collection of pink items you've ever seen.  So much fun! 

I was one of the main organizers of Pink Day at my school and the day went off perfectly even though I wasn't even there.  On Sunday, I was walking on the ice to an offshore island up the coast when I slipped and hit my head on the ice.

I suffered a mild concussion and have no memory at all of the next 7 hours or more, although I do know my doggie and I walked some 5 km to the highway to phone my parents for help from a gas station.

Without knowing it, I crazy-texted my kids throughout the ordeal and as they now live all over the country, this caused them great alarm. They, in turn, phoned my parents who found me in my confused state.

My head still hurts and I've been off school now for several days, but I am very much on the mend.  But I will post full details of this adventure on the weekend.
 
For now, I'm using the Day of Pink as an excuse (not that need an excuse) to post pictures of hunky men in pink spandex with lovely cock bulges.

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Easter sleepover in a swanky hotel

I'm feeling quite unmotivated about blogging these days although my gay adventures are never-ending.  My life seems "all gay, all the time" but I think I just have a heightened sense of queer awareness which did not exist for the first 40 years of my life.  I notice gay people and situations everywhere I go.

For the first time, I wondering if I might be little depressed:  our winter is dragging on seemingly forever, with night-time temperatures still dipping to as low as -20 C (-4 F).   As well, my parents are both starting to show their age and that saddens and concerns me.

But the concern is my difficult financial situation:   my ex and I are equally sharing expenses for my son's commercial diving programme (some $30,000 for the year) and he has now run out of cash.  The only saving grace is that these expenses will end in June and he's confident that he will be employed in his field soon.

These expenses are in addition to my usual ones:  my mortgage (having bought my ex out of our home),  spousal support, insurance, utilities, my property taxes, the kids' cell phones and on and on.   But this situation won't last forever but for the moment, I'm highly stressed out and bored with being frugal and having to worry about every $5.00 that I spend.   :-|

But here's my gay news or the week:

1.  I spent an evening and and entire day at a LGBTQ student workshop which attracted over 150 students, grades 7 to 11, mainly from small towns all over the region.  Some of the groups travelled 500 km to attend!

The students were all excited, fabulous and highly motivated in their queer activism, but their challenge will come when they try to bring change to their isolated communities.

2.   At school, the couple of GSA kids and I are feeling pressure from principal to stage a big "gay" event, the April 8 Day of Pink. 

The GSA kids have so many issues on their own so, in desperation, I had to seek help from the Students' Council kids who very quickly made plans for the day:  Pink T-shirt sales, Pink Day Posters, Pink Cup Cakes sales, announcements and the like.

3.  I have posted several times about my fuck buddy, an aboriginal dude who had bariatric surgery and who works in a gold mine in the northern part of our province was in town.  Aboriginal Fuck Buddy was in town for a "wild weekend" which included me!

In addition to having sex, what he really wanted from me was intimacy, conversation with a friend and cuddling in bed all night long..... meaning, he asked me to sleep over in his swanky hotel room!

 This made for a very, very long day for me:  up at 6:00 a.m. to walk the dogs, arrived at school early to finish my supply teacher preparations, dropped my doggies off at my parents' for doggy-sitting and then on to the LGBTQ student conference which ended for the teachers at 7:00 pm  (They fed us supper. Yum!)

sThen, I had to pick up my dogs, drive some 30 km home, get them settled for the night and THEN, drive 30 km to his hotel by 10:00 pm.  It was very special, not just the bedtime and morning sex, but especially everything in between;  sweet kissing, spooning and falling asleep with masculine guy in my arms. Very sweet!

4.   I find myself double booked for Monday:  the 19 year old university student / drag perfomer who I blogged about here and here is leaving town permanently in two weeks and he wants to spend "all day" with me, our last time for sweet intimacy.  I"ll miss him!

As well, I have a coffee date with a 67 year old formerly-married guy, extremely handsome and just coming out in a big way in town.  I've met him several times at the 5O+ LGBTQ social group in town and he wants to become involved in our Pride committee.  He's slim, extremely handsome with striking blue-green eyes and an amputee with one leg missing below the knee.

While I don't really want to hook up with someone that old, he's funny, charming, successful and intelligent. I think he's looking for a friend and also someone to cuddle with. We'll see what happens!

Inexperienced trailer park hottie

 Today's pics are from Flip Flops Boy and all resemble my new friend, Trailer Park Hottie.

I live in a rural area, so a hookup invariably involves a 30 minute drive to town or for a gentleman caller to drive here.  Too often, men say that I live too far away for  hookup.

In the case of a car-less young hunk (usually a student), I often drive into town to pick him up, bring him to my house and then reverse the process at the end of our sexytime, 120 km (70 miles) in all.  And I must add, all this driving is well worth the rewards received.

So imagine my excitement when I was Grindr - messaged last summer by a 28 year old hottie, 5'8", 150 pounds who lived only 4 km away!

Although I never received his face pic, other of his pictures revealed a toned, lightly furry and tattoo-free torso, a hint of abs, a magnificent, above-average cock and and a full bush of rampant pubic hair.  A rarity, these days!

Over the next nine months, Trailer Park Hottie "played footsie" with me, usually messaging me around midnight a few times per month.  He was usually bored and horny and often asked me questions:  "What do you do with a guy in bed?  But after a few minutes of chat, he would log off Grindr and often not log on again for a week or more. 

Over many months, he also sent me many pics of various of his body parts:  cock (hard and soft), balls, ass and thighs.  So hot!   But I gradually came to the conclusion that he was either a tease or was extremely inexperienced and lacked the courage for a face-to-face meeting.

To use a fisherman's analogy, it took me many months to "reel him in."  When  I finally meet a young man in person, I always ask: "Why did you pick me out of all those dozens of profiles?"

They always same the same thing:
(1)  They liked my face picture, usually describing it as "handsome" and sometimes "kind."
(2)  I took the time to get to know them online and to talk honestly about myself in a non-sexual way.
(3)  I never initiate the conversation about sex, ever.  Inexperienced young men hate it when an older guy starts the conversation with a crude proposition.  ("I want to pound your virgin ass!" or "I want to suck your cock!")  

Finally, last Friday night (at 1:00 am!) I received the message: 

Trailer Park Hottie:   "Can you come over now?  We can sit on my couch, watch porn and jerk off together.  But I don't want you touching me."

Buddy Bear:  "Dude!  It's too late and I'm too tired!  Message me on Grindr any time tomorrow and I'm all yours"

All day Saturday, I monitored his Grindr profile and watched as he logged on and off all day long, building up his courage.  Finally at 5:00 pm, he messaged me:  "Can you come over?  But it has to be right now.  I don't have a lot of time. "


Trailer Park Hottie was absolutely adorable, a cutie who greeted me at the door shirtless (a lean, lightly furry torso!) with dishevelled hair, bare feet and track pants revealing a promising bulge.  He had a sweet smile but otherwise was too nervous to speak and was trembling visibly.

On the couch, I took off my jeans to reveal my rock-hard cock stretching out my Andrew Christians.  He was so hot!  He unzipped and started to play with his cock which quickly grew to +7 inches and quite thick.  A thing of beauty, especially on a smaller guy!

Although Trailer Park Hottie told me in advance that I would not be allowed to touch him, I put some lube on my hand and asked, "May I?"  He nodded and I applied lube to his beautiful cock. He stretched back, closed his eyes and moaned and trembled as I used the cock massage techniques taught to me by Rick of Torn Jeans.   So incredibly hot! 

At one point, I whispered in his ear: "Do you want to touch my cock?"   He nodded, so I applied lube and he gave a firm-gripped handjob which made me squirm.

Much later, I whispered again in his ear: "Hey baby, I you to cum my mouth.  Can you do that for me?"  He nodded again and after very little effort, I had a blast of his sweet, salty cum in my mouth. So hot!   I kept his cock in his mouth for a few minutes after he came, feeling it throb sporadically and gently massaging it with my tongue as I caressed his belly, balls and inner thighs with my hands.

To avoid any after-hookup awkwardness, I pulled on my pants and prepared to leave.  Trailer Park Hottie hugged me (at my request) and said:  "Next time, I'd like to try some of that on you."   Next time? Woo-hoo!

Golden shower

I've been too busy and exhausted to blog this week, yet again.  Most days, I have every intention of doing a quick post at bedtime but invariably, I fall asleep instantly.  But here a few random snippets of my week.

1.  The cute, passionate cub who gave me my best complement ever ("You fuck like a porn star!") wants me to pee on him and then fuck his Hungry Ass.  Although I don't understand the sexual appeal of being peed on, I've decided that I want to do it .... I think it might be fun and it will certainly be another interesting item crossed off on my gay sex bucket list.

But now I am starting to have Peeing Anxiety, more correctly, Volume Anxiety.  I am a middle-aged man, after all, and I never could pee like a race horse, even in my prime.  But Sexy Cub assures me that is not the volume of pee which is of interest, rather, where it is aimed. 

Does anyone one have any experience with this, or advice? 

2.  My son traveled just over half-way across the country to come home for his Spring Break.  Although he just turned 18, I am struck by how self-confident and self-reliant he is, as well as being a total hunk.  He's extremely handsome; very blonde with brilliant blue eyes,  broad shoulders and slim hips.

He spent most of his time with his girlfriend (a beautiful, quirky, intelligent young woman who was my student for grades 10, 11 and 12), his posse of close friends and slept a few nights at his mother's house. 

Despite that, I saw him nearly every day "on the fly" for short periods of time.  His time was seriously divided but he did his best to see me.

I was sad that he wasn't with me full time, but then I considered how divided his time was and how much pressure he must have been under to spend time with everyone.  When your kids are adults, it is natural to see less of them and in a divorced family, the kids' time is even more divided.

2.  My eldest daughter turned 23 this week and I hosted birthday lunch for her, my son and parents.   As my daughter is a chef-in-training in a fancy gourmet restaurant in town, I put pressure on myself to produce a "gourmet" lunch.

The menu:  a salad of mixed spring greens with maple vinaigrette, candied pecans and shaved parmesan, crab cakes with corn and cilantro, freshly baked biscuits and that 70s classic, Bacardi Rum Cake baked in a Bundt pan!

3.  I attended a drag event where Hunky University Student was a featured performer.  I was overwhelmed and awe-struck by his on-stage presence!   As a woman, he was gorgeous and voluptuous, with incredible energy, charisma and sex appeal. The crowd went wild!

At the end of the evening, a very drunk married couple staggered towards me at the door.  The handsome, well-dressed 40ish husband pressed $10 into my hand.  Can you call us a taxi?  I laughted:  "Are you serious?"

He hugged me and slurred: "Yes, you look after us and I'll look after you!"  I did what he asked and with one arm wrapped deliciously around his mid-section, helped him and his attractive, voluptuous wife (who had been giving me the eye all evening) into the taxi.  I had a fleeting thought: if they had offered me $200 for a threesome, I would have said:   "Hell, yes!"

Hookup with a drag queen OR Butt-fucking while standing up

I'm always on the lookout for attention-grabbing post titles and I couldn't decide between these two, so, what the heck, I decided to use them both.

I'm finding that this one-a-week posting just doesn't work for me;  there are so many stories that are falling by the wayside, unreported for my own personal journal of my gay journey.

It's been an exhausting week and I've been too busy to post, what with my regular teaching duties, school extra-curricular activiyies, Pride planning work and hooking up with some fine men.

I had hookups three nights in a row with three very special men.

Wednesday Night:  After many months of messaging, I hooked up with a married guy who occasionally likes to play with men with his wife's blessing, he said.  He drove to my house from an isolated northern region some one hour away and brought a bottle of red wine to share.  Classy!  And highly motivated!

He didn't tell me his age but I pegged him at 40 but he had an incredibly fit, boyish figure unlike I'd ever seen on a mature man.  I was shocked when he told me that he was 56, the father of three with numerous grandchildren.

Boyish Married Guy had a most remarkable life story:  he left school at 13 and was on his own by 16, doing the work of a grown man.  He earned his fine figure with a lifetime of doing heavy labour on the railroads, in northern logging operations and in various mines.  Although he limited schooling, he was intelligent and extremely interesting to talk to.

When asked about his wife, he said, fondly:  "Oh, she knows I like cock!  I told her all about it when we started going out forty years ago."

He went on to say:  "She beautiful!  An amazing woman!  I love her more than anything and we have sex all the time, still.  But she knows that I need to have a cock up my ass every now and then..... she understands completely."

We had the most intense hookup ever which lasted several hours, and yes, plenty of butt-sex happened.  He'll be back, he said!

Thursday Night:  I spent the next whole evening, about five hours, with the handsome and insatiable 19 year old university student who I blogged about here.    He's a champion cuddler, a fantastic kisser, horny as hell and a dead ringer for Adam Lambert. 

Hunky Student has the same FABULOUS mop of dark hair, intense eyes but was quite a bit chubbier than Lambert.  At Hunky Student's request, I modelled my collection of Andrew Christian undies; he liked the jockstrap the best.


What I'll remember most about our encounter was the after-glow of our sex, when he laid his his head on my furry chest and looked at me with what seemed to be adoration. Very intimate!  Later, we lay naked together with our limbs entwined and lips pressed together and we both fell sound asleep.  So sweet!

And yes, Horny University Student revealed to me that he has been a drag performer for two years and invited me to his next performance next week.  I can't wait to see him!  We spent hours discussing the appeal of drag and technical aspects of its performance;  I received quite an education! 

Friday Night:   I spent yet another evening at the swanky airport hotel with Hunky Brazilian flight attendant.   So hot!  It was also my first experience as a top doing stand-up butt-sex which, to be honest, I found to be a pain in the back.  But I'll have to write about my new Brazilian friend in my next post.

But I will say at this:  he wants to see me in three weeks, the next time his flight schedule brings him to town.  This leads me to this question:  How many "regulars" should a gay guy have?  I have a dozen or more!

Passionate Brazilian flight attendant

Like most places in North America, it's been a very cold winter;  our average temperature in February was the coldest in our entire recorded weather history.

But due to the improvements I made in the plumbing system, my water system only froze once, very minimally, which I was able to thaw out in minutes.

This was huge improvement over last year where I had daily freezing issues for most of January and February.  Woo-hoo!  But in the past two days, temperatures have soared to 0 C (32 F)!  Balmy and spring-like!  To my great amusement and pleasure, I noticed a few young men going around town in shorts.  :-)

I haven't posted in over a week not because I had nothing to blog about but I was too busy with gay shenanigans to blog about them including several sweet hookups.  I fear that my posts are getting a bit repetitive.  But here is an update from last week:

• Every day, I see hot naked guys at my gym with beautiful cocks and asses, letting it all hang out in the communal showers and locker room.  It is one of the simple pleasures of my life which I never tire of.
• I had a four hour hookup with a Brazilian flight attendant at a swanky airport hotel!  He was 35 but looked ten years younger.  He was intelligent, passionate and deeply appreciative of my efforts and highly vocal.  I asked: "Aren't all your hookups like this?"   He shook his head vigorously:  "You have no idea !!"
• Passionate Brazilian resembled the handsome guys pictured here but without the visible abs;  lightly muscled, smooth and with a shaved head and beautiful dark eyes.
• Passionate Brazilian was so thrilled with our encounter that he made an arrangement get together next Friday, his next stopover in town.  Yes, sir!

• At my school, our GSA has been re-invigorated with help from our students' council and we now have two transgender students (trans boys), two lesbians and (I think) two female allies, "friends of...." attending regularly.    
• The sad part is that most of the gay teen boys are as deeply closeted as ever.  How do we reach them?
• I attended our city-wide Gay Straight Alliance planning with 25 FABULOUS queer students;  such courage and enthusiasm!  We planned many joint and school-based queer events and I am planning a trip for delegation to the national Canadian GSA summit in May
 

The one thing that I won't be blogging about is my exciting weekend visit to a major Canadian city to visit a special friend, perhaps future husband material, who moved there a month ago.

We had a fantastic time but mainly "played house", rarely leaving his downtown condo.  But it remains bittersweet, I think for both of us, living so far apart among other complications.

Cock bulges at the gym

Today's pics are a nod to all the hot, buff young men I see every day at my athletic centre.  Dr. Spo recently posted about the pleasures of ogling the voluptuous asses and hot bodies of the sexy men during his workouts and I feel the same way.

I deeply appreciate the fact that many of these hot guys aren't afraid to wear short shorts or bulge-revealing spandex shorts or tights, but I love to look at flopping cocks in loose track pants or basketball shorts as well.

I no longer go to my gym in the morning before work: I just got tired of being around all those grouchy old men (+70) who were the only people there at that ungodly hour.   It wasn't just that there is no eye-candy for me in that age group, I got tired of listening to them complain, complain, complain.

But I wasn't going to the gym after school either;  I deal with 80 grade 9 and 10 students all day in three different classes, none of which I've ever taught before.  Lovely students all, but I am far too tired at 4:00 pm to go to the gym.

My solution took care of both issues:  I now make a second trip into town l

ater in the evening, some 20 km, when I am energetic enough to do a proper workout.  At 8:00 pm, there are unlimited sights of a great many hot men, both in the workout room and sauna, and even better, naked in the communal showers.  Bliss!
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Like many other bloggers, I received notice that my blog will be shut down due to it's sexual content on March 23.  I hate the fact that the morality police at Google, a private company, have so much control over what we can and cannot look at online.

I'm not sure what I will do other than to say that I plan to continue blogging.  I would deeply miss not sharing my adventures online and I hope that my story helps education and entertain readers everywhere, particularly closeted, married men like I was.   Should I move to Wordpress?  Tumblr?  Nibblebit?  Seek my own dot com address?   I'll have to decide soon!

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 This weekend, I am travelling to a major Canadian city to visit my special friend who moved away some weeks after our first meeting.  I mentioned him in point #6, in this post.   We miss each other terribly, but I don't really want to blog about our personal situation.