Dogably Pawfect Saturday

Here are some more hot men / cute dog pictures for Sean's Dogably Pawfect Saturday.

I arrived in Toronto at 10:00 pm last Wednesday night and went directly to Remington's .... by far my favourite Toronto hangout.   What I like best about Remington's is that the dancers go onstage looking like dozens of young men you see on the street every day:  jeans, running shoes, T-shirts.  And then they peel off their clothes to reveal their flawless bodies and beautiful cocks.... hot!!!

It was a slow night so I got lots of attention from the shirtless stripper boys between their acts, which I love.  Yes, I know they're hustling for lap dances and I tell them right away that I'm not paying for one.  But many of them stay anyway, to chat. flirt and get all touchy-feely with me.... hugging, fondling, whispering in my ear.  So sweet....

That is my cue to flirt right back (and I'm very good at it!) and get touchy-feely with them.  After all, I gave them fair warning that I would NOT be paying for it.  

One sweet Arabic-looking dancer was the most perfect specimen of manhood I'd ever seen... beautiful face, dark skin, flawless body shape, lightly muscled and lovely cock.  He returned several times to chat and to kiss my neck, rub his hands over my inner thighs and bulge... he was an incorrigible flirt, the best I'd ever encountered.   And I matched his flirting, move-for-move and even cupped his bubble butt (with my hands under his jeans) to increase the pressure as he ground his rock-hard cock into mine.  So hot!!!   I nearly wavered on my "no lapdance" rule but in fact, I had no money with me.

He said that I reminded him of Bruce Willis.  I said, "Hmmm.... I look nothing like Bruce Willis."   He said, "It's not what you look like ...."  He struggled to explain himself.  "It's in your eyes....you're just bad!   Up to no good!!"   I'd agree with that.... I'm often full of mischief but I was feeling extra incorrigible, probably fuelled by the two large draft beer (rather than my usual one) and a free vodka shot which the bartender passed out to all the (five) customers.

I was delighted when, after his third dance of the evening,  Arabic Hottie stepped off the stage and went directly to where I was sitting.  We fondled each other while he poured out his story: from a conservative Muslim immigrant family, closeted (his parents would prefer him dead than gay, he said), working his way through university.)   I could offer little advice to him but to suggest he become financially independent as soon as possible and then proceed with an "out" life with or without their approval.

At closing time, 2:00 am, I gave Arabic Hottie a hug and wished him the best in his life and staggered up the street to the Steamworks bathhouse where I stayed until about 9:00 am.   More about Steamworks in my next post.

In Toronto again....

UPDATE:   Good news!  There were no cancer cells in the 14 biopsy samples taken. Whew!  I dodged that bullet, for now anyway. 

I say "for now" because the news wasn't all good.  The ultrasound and needle biopsy showed high grade prostatic intraepithelial_neoplasia  in a few locations on my prostate.  This is essentially a abnormality of prostate tissue and believed to precede the development of prostate cancer.  Details to follow. 

After my appointment, I met with Jeffrey for coffee in The Village;  an extremely enjoyable way to spend two hours... lots of fantastic conversation!  Now I'm off on (budget) Toronto shopping spree.  Value Village and Salvation Army Thrift Shop, here I come! 

Then it's off to have dinner with my wife's brother and family who have so kind and generous to their gay ex-brother-in-law.  My flight arrives in my hometown at 1:15 a.m. and I'll be in my own bed at 2:00 am. Woo-hoo!

This is a timed post which was written yesterday.   Right now (Thursday a.m.) I am leaving for The Prostate Centre to find out the results of my needle biopsy three weeks ago.

I could pretend to be all perky and optimistic, but the reality is that I feel sick to my stomach with dread at the prospect of having cancer again.  I'll keep you posted!

In the meantime, here are some beautiful men from wet-men.tumblr.com/ and Sean's latest batch of TMI questions.

1.   Dogs are  ..... unconditional love.
2.   My boyfriend is ..... in my future, I hope, a sweet, sexy, loving man who likes to cuddle.
3.   I love ...... being in my own home surrounded by the people I love.
4.   I hate ...... intolerant, closed-minded conservative religious bigots.
5.   I am ...... happier than I've been in many years.
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Sex is ...... essential to a healthy, happy relationship.

Much to be thankful for....

Today's pics came from boyswholikeboyswholikebeards.tumblr.com/   This is by far my favourite look on a man;  a bit of scruffiness or a nicely-trimmed goatee.  HOT!  I rocked that look for many years but in the last several months, I've been forced into a clean-shaven look.  

During my hookups with all those delicious 21 - 24 year old men, many have told me that my stubble hurts.... such sensitive skin, poor boys!   So if I want to kiss these beautiful, horny young men, the stubble has got to go ..... a small price to pay!

In my last post marking Canadian Thanksgiving, I didn't say what I am thankful for, in order of importance to me ....

1. Being alive and pain-free, despite the various health problems which are creeping up on me.



2. Having three beautiful, talented, supportive, compassionate children who sailed through their teenage years with no problems at all.   Since coming out to them 18 months ago, my kids and I are closer than ever.... for that, I will be eternally grateful.



3. The Canadian health care system.  I am increasingly apprehensive about my October 11th visit to Toronto to find out if I have prostate cancer.  But it is a huge comfort to know that I'm receiving the best care in the world and that I don't have to sell my home to get it.



4. Being an out-and-proud gay man, determined to wave the rainbow flag and to provide as much support as possible to my LGBTQ brothers and sisters.... I think I make an amazing gay role model!



5. No longer having to live with my wife;   I was desperately unhappy for many years, living with a person who was angry, critical, erratic, depressed and in conflict all the  time.  


6. Having a never-ending supply of beautiful young men who are willing, eager in fact, to lie down naked with me. Whether it is simply cuddling together, kissing or more, this intimacy brings me the greatest joy and contentment.  



7. My beautiful new home.... it's a very special place and it is all mine, mine, mine.  I no longer have to do battle with my wife over where we keep the cutlery or the cling wrap.  My property is one of the most spectacular on a coastline which is geographically-unique in the entire world.  Every single day, I marvel at my good fortune, especially when I consider others who live in squalor or indeed, big city folks who spend a fortune on tiny condos with a view of the building next door.



8. Having survived my divorce which is in its final stages .... I'm financially secure (more or less), happier and more confident than I've been in decades.   


9. My Canadian citizenship:   every day, I read accounts from the USA of intolerance, racism, bigotry or just plain craziness directed towards LGBTQ folks or people with a different skin colour or religion.  Canada seems like such a saner, safer, gentler place.
   
   

Canadian Thanksgiving

Today's beautiful pictures are from Marlen Boro, a photographer who specializes in "male boudoir " photography.  More on him in another post. 

I had a fantastic Thanksgiving dinner yesterday with my oldest and youngest kids, our first in my new home in its specacular waterfront setting.   There were no other human guests but we were joined by four dogs with a wide range of sizes, ages, temperments and abilities to get along with each other. 

Each of us has our own dog and we were also dog-sitting my soon-to-be-ex wife's dog for a total of four.   My wife is spending Thanksgiving with relatives far away and our middle daughter is joining her there.

For dinner:
Roasted free-range chickens, raised by my new gay friends.
     -one stuffed with bread cubes, onions and fresh thyme, parsley, sage and rosemary
     -one stuffed with wild rice, brown rice and mushrooms
 Squash baked with butter and maple syrup  (so Canadian!)
 Home-made bread, straight from the oven
 Mashed potatoes & gravy ... home-made from scratch.  No rubbish!

For dessert, three banana cream pies:
    -an old family favourite with home-made pastry cream, whipping cream and vanilla
    -a newly-invented banana-chocolate variation
    -an insanely delicious variation made with bananas carmelized in brown sugar and butter... *

* I followed this recipe except used plain gelatine and four whole rather than eight egg yolks in the pastry cream.

On Monday, we're going to my parents' family Thanksgiving dinner.  This is always a treat because the food is fantastic; Thanksgiving turkey and all the trimmings combined with traditional foods from our ethnic group.  Best of all, I don't have to cook!

I also enjoying helping myself to my father's liquor cabinet.   But this has to be done "in secret" because he offers a drink (one!) only once each year, at Christmas.  My parents would worry that I was becoming a closet alcoholic if they knew I drank alcohol at Thanksgiving!   In mid-afternoon, yet!

I have so much to be thankful for but the list is too long to just tack onto the end of this post.  My family has come such a long way since my Thanksgiving 2011 post, especially me!  I will do a "things I am thankful for" post in two days.   

"I'll hold my butt cheeks open for you" (NSFW)

In my front yard:  too chilly for a bare-assed picture today!

Winter is fast approaching and there has been snowfall in the region but not right where I live.  That's me standing in my front yard watching the ocean being tossed about by fierce winds.  It's FREEZING out!!!  

We have much to do to get the house ready before winter starts in earnest.  For example, I had to dig up the entire line to the well which now needs to be heat-traced, insulated and covered up ASAP.

To that end, I'm trying not to spend too much time on pof.com.   It's awkward getting hookup offers every time I log on from decent guys and having to explain why you're turning them down.  I don't want to drive them away completely.  "Can I get a raincheck on that?"



The view from my front yard, looking in the other direction.

Perfect Physical Specimen continues to message me daily.  He's constantly frustrated that he's having no success with girls his age.... hmmm.... could that be because he likes guys?   I told him that girls his age always go for someone older.  "Why don't you try a woman in her mid-30s, preferably divorced?"  They'd LOVE to show a sweet, handsome young man like you some new tricks."   So he's going to try it......




Here's part of our conversation last night: 

Perfect Physical Specimen:   "will I see u sometime?"
Buddy Bear:  "Sure... some time."   (I'm playing hard to get)
PPS:  "next time could you stick your tongue up my ass as far as you can?"
BB:  "I'll try but it's hard!   You have such a nice rounded bum... it's hard to get my face in that close!"   (he has a lovely bubble butt)
PPS:  "I'll hold my butt cheeks open for you"
BB:  "Perfect!"
PPS:   "you can kiss me if you want."
BB:   "That's okay.  We don't have to.  I know straight guys like you don't like kissing guys."
PPS:   "I would do it for you.  Im just being a nice guy."

Too funny!

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In divorce news this week, my wife and I finalized the changes and corrections to our draft Separation Agreement which I then delivered to our lawyer-mediator.   When the final document is produced, we will both go in to sign it together.   Then, I will file for a joint uncontested divorce.  Woo-hoo!

True to form, my wife tried to renege on the clause which allows a reduction in spousal support payments to her if my income were to be reduced due to illness or disability.   Meaning, even if I was on a long-term disability pension because of my spinal problem, for example, she would still receive full spousal support.

I was so pissed off at her!   I reminded her that spousal support was meant to equalize our incomes.  It's purpose was not for her to take everything there was to take. This was a rare face-to-face conversation;  I snarled at her and then walked away in disgust.

The next day, she emailed to say that the spousal separation agreement could remain unchanged.  In the end, we ended up with a very fair agreement.   Our various lawyers all agreed that we did well.  They said it is rare for a divorcing couple to achieve such a high level of agreement so quickly

So many men.... so little time (and energy)

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Blowjob interruptus (NSFW)

Recently, I've turned down several interesting offers for hookups, waiting for my cum to return to normal again.   It is no longer bright red, thank goodness but is now a dark brownish-red colour.... the colour of a scab.  Attractive!!  But I've been diligently wanking off (a tough job but someone's got to do it) and the scab colour is starting to fade.

Last week, I was messaged on POF by  a handsome, beefy 32-year old (identifying as straight, "seeking a woman").  "Would you like to suck on a fat, uncut, 8.5 inch cock?"  Most unusually for a straight guy, he included four pics showing himself in various states of undress including some face shots.

YES, I WOULD!!!  And then he asked, "Would you like my cock up your ass?  I wanna fuck you."   Er.... is this another "straight" guy?

I declined.   As an inexperienced bottom, I wasn't about to let that fat cock anywhere near my ass, especially in the back seat of my car and with a stranger I'd never met.  He persisted repeatedly but finally accepted that my "no" meant "no."

I picked him up after dark in the seediest part of town.  He was extremely nice, friendly and not nervous at all.  He told me to pull into a nearby dark alley.  I asked him, "Really?  Are you sure that's private enough?"  but I did as he asked.

We moved to the back seat at quickly got down to business.  He was absolutely magnificent:  beautiful low hangers and a fantastic smooth, fat cock.  My cock worship kicked into high gear.   And best of all, he was a moaner and offered encouragement the whole time in his gruff, masculine voice, "Ya...baby... ya... suck my balls!  Harder...harder.  Rub your tongue under my foreskin....oh ya, that's it,  you got it,  oh yea... do it to me!   More, baby, grrrrr,  grrrr, more, more....  pump that shaft!  PUMP IT!!"

My hottest blowjob experience ever, by far....

His was the fattest cock I'd ever deep-throated ... and its length was such that his cock head went past the back of my mouth (where the gag reflex is triggered) into the small of my throat.  I used my whole head to rhymically slam his cock head into my throat.... ram, ram,  ram.   He guttural grunting sounds increased and then his hot cum flooded my mouth.   My favourite part, feeling a throbbing cock in my mouth, pumping hard at first and the slowing to the odd throb.  His thighs twitched involuntarily.

He hissed, "Someone's coming!"    I still had my mouth full of cock, "Hmm?"   We crouched down looking at a neighbour parking his car two spots away.  He said, "How about I roll out of here, okay?"  I agreed and he rolled out the back door and scooted off into the darkness.

I started the car but in the narrow confines of the alley, I had difficulty turning it around.... back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.   The neighbour ran up to my car and banged his fist on the truck, yelling at me to stop.  The way was finally clear so I stepped on the gas and sped up the alley at top speed, a shower of gravel being lifted from my tires and screeched onto the street, tires squealing.  Thunka-thunka-thunka... went my heart...  Wow!!  Scared the fucking shit out of me!  (excuse my profanity)  I spent the next several days worried sick that I would get a visit by the police since my license plate and school bumper sticker were clearly visible.


When I got  home, I messaged the big-cocked moaner thanking him for the best blowjob ever... so hot!    He never responded but I saw he was online again a several days later, so I messaged him again, just to say that if he wanted another blowjob, he should just contact me.  Again, no response. 

I should have left it alone, but a few days after that (I'm embarassed to admit), I messaged him a third time:  "Just let me know if you're not interested and I'll stop messaging you.  But I'd LOVE to give you another bj."

He responded:  "Not interested.  You're creeping me out."  

Break my heart!!   I'd pay money to suck that cock again.  I know for sure that he really enjoyed it too.  My theory is that he enjoyed it TOO much;  it was more than a questioning "straight" guy could handle.