Friday, February 27, 2015

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!

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!

 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.


Sunday, February 22, 2015

The Male G-Spot

A busy week!  Numerous evening events meant that I haven't gotten to bed earlier than 2:00 a.m. for the past several nights.   I've been too tired / too busy to read many blogs let alone write a post myself.

My life still seem to be "all gay, all the time" and there are many untold stories which are falling by the wayside.  The thought of writing a  detailed post which will do the stories justice seems daunting.  I should go back to posting more frequently (ie:  every second day) but have much smaller posts. 

In my last post,  "You fuck like a porn star!", I was extremely delighted with that compliment but I've received much positive feedback from many bottoms in recent months.   They generally seem extremely happy with how my cock makes them feel.

I am becoming extremely confident as a top but since I've never experienced pleasure as a bottom, I still need to learn many techniques which would maximize a bottom's pleasure.

A couple of bottoms have told me that it drives them wild when my cock head pounds against their prostate, so I've try to hit this "G-Spot" every time.  But, I'm ashamed to admit, I am somewhat ignorant of male anatomy as to how to hit the prostate with my cock.

With the bottom on his back in the missionary position, I try to angle my cock "upwards" when I"m thrusting in his ass, with the goal of hitting his prostate which is located (I think) under the base of his cock. Does that sound reasonable?

Compared with sticking your cock into a self-lubricating vagina, anal sex seems so much more complicated.

Especially for a bottom virgin, a great deal of trust is needed, I think.  Before starting, I try to get the bottom as aroused, relaxed and "juicy" as possible.  To do this, I really enjoy eating his ass before proceeding but I this alone will  not open up his asshole much.

Unless he's a very experienced bottom, I open him up more with a well-lubed finger but I much prefer using a vibrating anal trainer which drives the boys wild!

And I follow all the usual advice;   use lots of lube, and proceed slowly, slowly, slowly.  In fact, it's often best to let the bottom control the pace by having him to ride your cock with the first penetration. He can lower himself onto your cock as slowly and as much as he wants.

But as to the thrusting itself, what works best?   Should I "stir" or rotate my cock while it's in his ass?  Thrust up?, down? sideways?  Pound or not pound?  Or both?

And as to the position, during my typical topping session, I use many of them:   missionary, doggie-style, on our sides, the bottom riding my cock (either facing you or facing away) and one where the bottom does a semi-shoulder stand, his ass pointing straight up in the air.  Any favourites?

And when your cock is in a guy's asshole, is it common for the bottom's cock to go soft?  This isn't a problem, but in my experience, it seems to happen to at least half of my men.  Is that typical?

Hey, all you experienced tops out there!    
Do you have any favourite tips, tricks and positions?  Do you have any experienced topping stories you wish to share?  I'd love to hear about them all!

Sunday, February 15, 2015

"You Fuck like a Porn Star!"

 That has to be my best "gay complement" ever and it makes me smile every time I think of it.

It was said to me yesterday, Valentine's Day, by a passionate, handsome, slightly chubby, 32 year old nurse who needed my help to live out some of his fantasies.
He owns a house less than one block away from my parents' house so I was always showing up on his Grindr and squirt fed as the gay guy nearest to him.

We had been messaging for nearly two years and I found his online personality to be intelligent, experienced and articulate, especially when compared to everyone else on Squirt. 

But we never met until yesterday for various reasons;  the biggest reason was that two years ago, I wasn't a confident top and he refused to kiss on a casual hookup. He wanted me to pound his ass and then leave;  not my cup of tea at all.  I didn't think that I could do it because I need sweet love-making, kissing and sucking cock to become aroused.

But finally, last night, all the planets lined up.  I was at my parents' house finishing up supper, he spotted me on and invited me over for what had to be the twentieth time.

I had no pressing work or family commitments, had all my sex supplies with me (lube, condoms, vibrator), was freshly showered, teeth  brushed and was not too tired.  Most importantly, he finally agreed to some proper love-making.  So I agreed to drive down the block to his house.

Horny Nurse:   Would you consider helping me live out one of my fantasies?
Buddy Bear:  Maybe.  Try me.
Horny Nurse:  How about this:   my front door will be unlocked, you come in, go down the hall, second door on the right.  I'll be on the bed, blindfolded, lubed, on my hands and knees ready for you to pound my ass.
Buddy Bear:  Sure, I can do that!
Horny Nurse:  Really?
Buddy Bear:  See you in five minutes.

His street was so dark that I couldn't read the house numbers and I approached a number of incorrect houses before finding the correct one.  I obsessively checked the house number numerous times before I went in with some trepidation.   What if I was going into the wrong house?

It was very weird and uncomfortable walking into a stranger's house like this but there he was in the bedroom on his hands and knees, ass slick with lube and pointing heavenwards. 

To my surprise, I found it incredibly hot, finding a blindfolded man waiting for me like that.  I loved having my way with him, licking his ass, giving him a finger prostate massage, licking his balls and taint and sucking his cock.

He was very responsive, moaning and whimpering as I teasing him over and over again, sticking my tongue deep into his ass and then denying him as he attempted to press his ass harder into my face.  The more he begged, "Fuck me hard!", the more I held back.

I thought he was going to have a heart attack of pleasure when I produced my surprise weapon, my trusty anal vibrator.  I thought I was going to have to peel him off the ceiling.... so hot!

Finally, I did pound his ass;  doggie fashion, face-to-face, sideways and every which way, complete with the sound of skin-on-skin slapping and the banging of the headboard against the wall.  That's when he cried out:  
"Oh God!  You fuck like a porn star!"

The hard pounding alternated with sweet kissing and cuddling.  He turned out to be a highly skilled cock sucker and gave back as well as he got.   As a blindfold, he wore a heavy sweatshirt over his eyes like a hood, held firmly in place by a leather belt.    Although I had seen many face pictures of him, I was eager to see his handsome face in real life, so I tried to take off his blindfold.

He stopped me:  "Please don't.  Let me live out my fantasy right to the end."

After with both came, we cuddled together and chatted about the local gay scene, my Pride planning activities and the many gay guys we both knew.

Finally, I had to leave:   my doggies were waiting at home and he was expected at a going-away party for a young dude I know on the Pride planning committee.   I know they'll be talking about me!

Horny Nurse:   I have a few more fantasies. Would you be willing to help me out with them?
Buddy Bear:    I'm open to pretty much anything.
Horny Nurse:   I'm sure you are!

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Cock-hungry country boy

I first sucked off Hunky Country Dude in October in his garage while he was leaning against his Quad Runner.  In December, he invited me to his new apartment for some extended playtime, having moved out of the family home where he lived with his fiancee and her children. 

He's true country boy, 39, 5'-8", with a scruffy beard, lovely natural muscles, a beautiful smile and a fondness for wearing camo.  He was also startlingly handsome, sort of a backwoods Brad Pitt but with an acne-scarred face.

Today's pics are from the Edge Of Reality blog and all remind me in some way of Country Dude. So masculine!

Hunky Country Dude messaged me at 10:00 pm last night, horny as hell and wanting immediate relief.  But he wasn't at home;  he was staying in a remote cabin some thirty miles out of town, down a desolate winter road.  It was also -20 C and it was a snowy, windy night,

I thought, what the hell, I haven't done anything crazy for a while!  So I packed up my sex supplies and set off, exchanging texts with Country Dude as I drove past each major landmark.  It was an the unlight wilderness road with no signage at all and I was worried about (1) getting lost or (2) putting my car into a snowy ditch. 

He greeted me warmly;  it was a cozy, rustic cabin, well-heated by a wood stove and decorated with stuffed moose heads and fish  on the wood-paneled walls. 

Country Boy and I sucked each others' cocks and ate ass for nearly two hours and in every position imaginable;  face down, face up, me on top and him on top.  I am making definite inroads with his sexual exploration and my prediction (and goal) is that he will have his first man-kiss with me the next time we meet.

At one point, he did a headstand in the ratty La-Z-Boy recliner with his asshole pointing heavenward, while I feasted on his ass, cock and balls from behind the chair.   It was as though he was trying to re-enact every bad porn video he ever saw in his life.  lol

At the start, his virgin asshole could barely accommodate my pinky finger but I brought along my Baby, a tapered silicone anal vibrator...  which I KNEW he would love.  I swear I had the vibrator in his ass for an hour while I sucked his cock and balls.  He was so enthralled with the vibrator that he handed me his cell phone and asked me to shoot video if it being applied to his ass.

Country Dude offered to stick the vibrator up my ass too and after a second's deliberation, I agreed ... a first!

I didn't cum with the vibrator but it certainly gave me a warm tingle which radiated throughout most of my body.  But eventually, my Baby's batteries ran out and we had to put her reluctantly aside.

He smoked several cigarettes not after sex but DURING having sex with me.  It was TOO FUNNY!  Together, we also shared several cans of beer on the bedside table. 

He was just so insatiable, so crazed with lust that I had to smile at his eagerness.  I'd rank him on my "A-list" of hot lovers for sure, probably #5 overall.

But by 1:30 a.m, I was exhausted and my body ached from nearly two hours of sexual acrobatics.  I am 52, have arthritis and just couldn't do it anymore!  I had a long, wintry drive ahead through a desolate wilderness and it was a school night, too boot!

Although Country Dude had been delaying his organism for hours and was begging me to take his bottom virginity, I put and end to the prospect of being his top by making myself cum .... and then sucking him off. 

He was very disappointed but I said, "Next time dude, I promise!   I guarantee you'll get my cock in your ass for as long as you want!"

With that, I shook hands with him*, accepted his cell phone number and disappeared into the night.   After four hours' of sleep, I seriously overslept and arrived minutes before class to face my thirty grade 10 students with the taste of Country Dude's cum on my lips and cigarette smoke in my hair.  What a slut I am!  

*Country Dude is far too manly to kiss or even hug men.  But he has an insatiable appetite for the more "masculine" activities of  sucking cock, eating ass and taking a guy's balls in his mouth. :-)


Saturday, February 7, 2015

Beautiful cocks in speedos

That blog title by itself will triple the page views for this post.  It's still very chilly here (-28 C overnight, -15 C in the day time), so I am dreaming of a warmer location with hot guys like the ones pictured here.

I never tire of looking at pictures of men in Speedos.  It's amazing to think that there's just that thin, stretchy bit of fabric clinging to their cocks and balls;  no wonder gay men love Speedos so!

Now for today's "gay" story:
On the first day of classes, a student in my new grade 9 class looked like the stereotypical surly, angry, biker chick.  She had shredded jeans, her hair shaved high above her ears but long on top, goth-type makeup and spiky metal jewelry.  She sat there sullenly, ignoring the lesson, drawing graffiti with blue ink and permanent marker all over the exposed skin of her arms and through the shreds of her jeans.  I wondered if she was the sort of girl who would self-harm.

After about 20 minutes, I said: "Breanna, will you be doing any work today?" and she ignored me.
Later, she beckoned me over with a crooked finger and whispered like a timid mouse:  "Can we talk in the hallway?"  I said:  "Of course!"  She turned out to be the sweetest, shyest girl I'd ever met.  She said: "You can call me anything you want except for Breanna.  I don't care what." 

I said: "No problem!" and after some discussion, we settled on "Bree."  And then she added:  "And, I go by another pronoun."  I said, "No problem!" and we chatted a bit but since I had 30 goofy, remedial level students alone in the classroom, I said that we really had to go back to class.

For the remainder of the class, Bree continued to do no work at all but smiled at my shyly.  When the bell rang, the goofy boys thundered out (school was over for the day!) but she lingered until the room was empty.

Buddy Bear:  "I like your earrings!"   (she wore Pride striped earrings shaped like buttons)  That simple remark was like opening the floodgates.  She launched into her 'coming out' story.'
Bree:  "Thank you!  I came out to my parents awhile ago.  I was so scared!"
BB:  "How did it go?"
Bree:  "Well, they're Christian, so not well.  My Dad started quoting the Bible at me!"... (grimaced)
BB:  "But they're getting used to it now?"
Bree:  "Yes, they're better now.  But I was so nervous!"
BB:  "I admire you tremendously.  It takes so much courage to do that.   I came out to my parents when I was 47!"
Bree:  (her eyes nearly popped out of her head)     WHAT?????
BB:  "Yes, I was 47, had three teenage kids and and had been married to a woman for 20 years.   I came out to all of them 4 years ago!.... my wife, my kids, my parents, everyone!

She laughed in disbelief and we continued to talk about "gay" stuff:   her family, my family, our school district's supports for LGBTQ students and the local LGBTQ youth group, which she hadn't heard of.

Bree didn't show up to school for the next several days, so I phoned home.  Her mother said that Bree had been admitted to a local facility dealing with adolescent mental health issues.  The mother seemed highly supportive but deeply concerned about the whole gay thing.  We talked at length and I explained to her that teens sometimes need to figure themselves out; that their gender and sexual identity can be "fluid."

I also briefly told her about my own coming out and how my three teenagers are now doing better than ever.  Bree's mother said that my story was amazing, like "the light at the end of the tunnel."

Within the school, I had a duty to report all this to our principal and the school counsellor and explained to them about the fluid nature of gender identity and sexuality in teens.  On Friday, Bree came to see me again to say that she would not be coming to class today;  she only came to meet with the school counsellor.

It's a story that is still in progress, but I like to think that I am making a difference as a out gay teacher and role model.  I just hope that Bree and her family get through this without her coming to harm;  dropping out, getting involved with drugs or committing suicide.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Buddy Bear in Andrew Christian undies

 My sweet, ex-mother-in-law treated me like a prince throughout my twenty year marriage, in retrospect, far better than my wife ever did.  Three years ago, when my wife told her the dramatic news that I was gay, my mother-in-law replied:  

"I hold _ _ _ _ _ in the highest regard and nothing you tell me will ever change my mind about him."

To her credit and despite her bitterness and hatred of me, my wife told me what her mother had said, and I wept at my mother-in-law's words.  She has remained my biggest supporter which is all the more remarkable coming from an elderly lady from a conservative area in the backwoods of rural Nova Scotia.

What this is leading up to is that my mother-in-law sent me $30 for Christmas, yet again.  Imagine that!  She's still sending presents to her gay, ex-son-in-law!

Although I am absolutely broke, instead of using it to pay household bills, in a fit of wild extravagance, I ordered an Andrew Christian "grab bag" for $29.99 US.   It was advertised to contain three pair of premium AC undies and one random item:  either swim trunks, jewellry, a cap or a calendar.

I was so excited when the package came!  It far exceeded my expectations:  a pair of hot pink pouch-front briefs, a pouch-front jockstrap, a pair of modest but very high-quality swim shorts and the peek-a-boo ass, pouch-front undies pictured here.  I feel so hot wearing them!

Would you like to see pictures of me wearing the rest of the undies?  

On the hookup front, I have still not logged on to Grindr, Squirt, Scruff or to avoid having to say "no" to hot guys making offers for sex.  I am just two busy with the new school semester and too tired to hook up.

Part of my lack of interest in seeking hookups is also that it's been -35 C in recent weeks..... far too cold to go out!  All I want to do is cuddle in bed with my doggies after my work day is done.

Having said that, I received a text from the sweet Muslim engineering student, 25, and I couldn't say no to him.  It's been months since I heard from him and he was cuter than ever, cuddly as hell and absolutely insatiable. 

But I noticed a big change in Sweet Muslim Dude's love-making from our last encounter.

Last time, he was very aggressive, hot-to-trot and quick to finish.  Now, we had a more (shall I say), sophisticated and mature approach;  his passion was still there we were able to slow it down considerably;   slow, slow kisses, licking, sucking and quiet sensuality which went on for hours.  So hot!

But the most exciting development was that he moved out of his roommate's apartment and got a place of his own.  I'm fairly sure we'll be getting together more often than before.  :-)


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