A BIG guy....

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My son and I have been very busy with work and our pre-winter house improvements ... which are starting to look great!   So here's a quick random update in the 15 minutes before I leave for work.  For some mysterious reason, I've had an upsurge in messages from normal-sounding guys on pof.com.

These include  messages from four or five married guys, aged 27 to 51, who are looking for some M2M experiences and also looking for a "friend" with whom they can do non-sexual things;  fishing, hunting, hiking, walking the dog, working out and the like. 

I explained to them that this is not a combination which would work for me.  If I was to go out in public with these closeted guys, I'd be immediately dragged back into the closet as well. 

And more importantly, I would run the risk of becoming emotionally involved with my fuck buddy (try as I might to avoid this) and have my heart broken.  I've had my heart broken already, falling for a guy who was not available (my "Special Guy") and I'm not doing it again.

But I've received other messages from single, smokin' hot guys who are a little older.... 24 to 28.... who've been messaging me repeatedly and with whom I have future plans.  I had a "hookup" of sorts last night... my most unusual one yet.  

A 27 year old Aboriginal guy had been messaging for months, wanting to have his first M2M experience.  Then he'd chicken out and delete his pof account only to resurface a month later with a new profile.   He was a "big guy".... 6'-4", 300 pounds and a mechanic/  He asked me to pick him up because he was putting a new motor in his truck.

A nice guy!  Funny, very chatty, highly ADHD  (he told me... but I would have figured that out anyway!) and he expressed himself very well.   Smart!   I got hard as we were driving home, always a good sign.  He was very masculine.... a big, powerful guy. 

When we got into my bed, he changed his mind and didn't want to kiss although he had agreed to it previously.  Darn!   Kissing is of primary importance to me during a hookup and I was at a loss as to how to proceed without it. 

He was very uncertain in bed, so I played with his cock and balls and gave him a full - body (non-oil) massage.  His cock was an average size but on such a massive body, it seemed small.  At one point, he gave me a tentative hand job which was very pleasant.   My blowjob on him seemed to go on forever and he was completely non-responsive.  In fact.... was he asleep?  

BB:  "All you all right?"  
Big Guy:  "Ya,  I think I fell asleep there!"
BB:  "REALLY?!"  :-(
Big Guy:  "I injured my back at work and my doc gave me some Tylenol 3 with codeine and antiflammatories.  I took them just before you picked me up.  Sorry, they almost knocked me out!"
BB:  "Hmmmm."

So we lay there in the bed for another 45 minutes at least, I continued to rub my hands all over his body;  I liked doing it and he didn't object .  He told stories, laughed and talked and talked and talked.  I thought Aboriginals were not supposed to be talkative!  (I'm sorry if that sounds like a racist remark)

I drove him back to town and we both walked into a grocery together to do our (separate) shopping.  By most standards, the hookup was a complete flop;  |I would have been better off spending the time cleaning my kitchen...  but I still enjoyed the time we spent together, 

But if he contacts me for another hookup, I will say "yes" but would only do it if he agreed to kiss and if he wasn't on his prescription meds.  

Horny college boy rode my cock

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Hookup with an Old Dude....

These sexy guy, cute dog pics are for Sean's Dogably Pawfect Saturday.

Minutes after arriving home from an exhausting day at school, "Old Dude" pulled into my driveway some 15 minutes early.  Anxious much?  He was actually 47 to my 50, but he just seemed much older. 

He dressed much older than his age with with a T-shirt tucked into polyester pants held up by a belt cinched tight..... not quite up to his armpits but getting there.  He looked about as spry as my grandmother as he climbed out of his truck.  But I knew he was not lying about his age because he  had been taught by several of my oldest colleagues and I was able to figure out the year he graduated.

At first glance, I thought, "Oh no!"  I didn't find him attractive at all.   He was fairly slim, with pale, watery-blue eyes, a prickly grey Hitler-style moustache and puffs of ginger-gray hair on the sides of his head.   He's said, "We finally meet!  We've been messaging (on pof.com) for six months!"  

I said, "We have?  Really?"  I didn't say that I'd received many dozens of messages from older guys like him in that time.  My side of the messaging was most likely: "My kids are home;  I can't host."  or "I'm not interested in married guys."  I just wasn't interested in guys like him.  But I said "yes" to him today because (1) I finally could host and (2) I wanted to try hooking up with an experienced guy (a top) for a change.

I had a quick shower and we stripped and crawled into bed, lying side-by-side but not touching and talked about house construction (his vocation.)   It was an unsexy a scene as you could imagine ... such a contrast from all the horny, sex-starved 22 year old virgins I'd been with who attacked you within the first five seconds!

Finally, I put some lube on my hand and started stroking his skinny cock as we discussed the merits of fibreglass batt insulation versus the spray-in type.  Too funny!!!   His cock instantly sprang to life and grew to an okay size and he started catching his breath and moaning.  Finally!  I  always need a sexual response from a guy for me to become aroused  ..... so my cock instantly became rock hard.

I started kissing him and a very satisfactory hookup followed.  I like to step up the level of aggressiveness but only if the other guy matches it and Old Dude did just that.  Pretty hot, actually!  At one point, his breathing became raspy and laboured and I thought (1) he was in ecstacy from my blowjob (2) was suffering from asthma or (3) was having a heart attack.

Sadly, his blowjob on me was tentative and very short and I had to finish myself off afterwards.   I considered letting him top me but his cock has such a sharp curve upwards that I thought it would be really uncomfortable.

Afterwards, he told me his story.  He'd been sleeping around for about the last 12 years starting in his mid 30s,  after sex with his wife pretty much "dried up."  His wife is eight years younger and they have no children.  He started having affairs with women but they were "too complicated" so now he exclusively hooks up with guys. 

Would I have him again?  Yes, I think so, but he would be firmly on my "B-list."   As Old Dude was leaving, I got a text from Nerdy-Cute College Student who I hooked up with once but haven't posted about.  "im horny as hell.  can u cum to my place.  now."

I jumped in my car and headed off down the highway.  I'm such a slut!  I'll post about this, one of my hottest hookups ever, on Monday....

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Home Alone

Today's pics are some of lovely jock-strapped men.  I haven't seen my own jockstraps which I packed nearly a year ago (white and black) and but I have many boxes which I'm not opening due to my on-going renovations.  I feel sexy as hell wearing them!

I'm home alone for several days this week for the first time in over six months.  My son is trying again his schedule: two weeks in town with my wife and two weeks with me.  My oldest daughter's work schedule means that it's more convenient for her to stay here on the weekends. 

So.... after months of turning down guys because of hosting problems, I have a few days for the next two weeks in which I can schedule guys to come and visit me.  So far, a 47 year old guy is driving out on Thursday after work to be with me and I'm very certain he'll show up.  Although we've been chatting for months on pof.com (initiated by him)  I don't know that much about him other than he is a professional of some sort and seems quite normal and intelligent.

And I have three 22 year olds who are interested in seeing me again, Hunky 22 year old and  Sexy Inuit Guy.   But I am the most interested in a third guy who's been texting me frequently, I'll call  Nerdy-cute Student, who's been practicing diligently with  a newly-acquired dildo since our first encounter in August.  My prediction is that, with some experience, he will be an amazing power-bottom.

It would be easiest for me to just ask The Perfect Physical Specimen (he would NEVER say 'no' to me), but I don't feel like driving that far to pick him up right now and then having to drive him home.

The problem is that I only have a few days free and also have an evening meeting at school on Wednesday.  The young men all have jobs (working at times which don't match mine) or demanding school schedules so finding a time that works for both of us might be difficult.... 

Last night, I was very good and turned down a sweet-sounding 21 year old  "with an athletic build" who was messaging me persistently on pof.  He wouldn't tell me whether or not he was a student but he had perfect grammar and spelling, always a good sign!   He seemed very much like me, a guy with a bad case of cock worship.  All he wanted to do was to suck my cock and do it in the back seat of a car rather than in my bed .... and all I wanted to do was to suck his cock.

I explained to him that sorry, I was a teacher and I could not be caught with my pants down in a car.  Sorry, it ain't happening, dude!   So I stopped chatting with him....

Another option would be to spend a quiet evening resting with my little dog... hmmm... how there's an idea!

My hottie son

My son resembles the guy on the left, but with much broaders shoulders...

With frigid temperatures fast approaching, my son and I have been very busy with some major renovation projects at home.  One project involves building a new parking lot using about twenty 24 foot logs as a cribbing and shovelling three large truck loads of gravel, some sixty cubic yards. 

On the house end of the project, we're cutting a hole into the kitchen wall and installing a new pre-hung door.  A sixteen foot ramp will connect the new parking lot with the new door.  Since this part of the house dates back to 1941, nothing is square or level and everything held together with large wooden timbers and spikes.  A challenge!   And major chaos!

This project will solve the problem of our cars getting stuck all winter and will provide street-level parking and wheel chair* access.   From the main road, my property slopes sharply downhill to my house and further downhill to the waterfront.

* The wheel chair access is for myself in my old age, should my spinal condition worsen.  What can I say?  I'm a planner!

While his two older sisters have taken the university route, my son has little interest in academics but is highly skilled at hands-on work.  His future career in the trades, be it welding, carpentry, wiring and the like (or all of the above) which are highly in demand here and well paid.  I think his combination of intelligence, imagination and being a multi-skilled tradesman can't be beat!

As a preface to this next story, I must say that I try very hard not to have 'impure thoughts' about my male students. Really, I do!  But one day at school, as group of grade 11 guys walked in front of me, one young man stood out... about as tall as me (5'-10"), slim hips, very broad shoulders, blond short hair and with perfect proportions.  I thought, "Wow!  He's hot!  I haven't seen him before!"

They rounded the corner and to my horror, I realized that I had been ogling my own son!  OMFG!

In my defence, he had spent the night at my wife's house (I had an evening meeting at school) and was wearing a new pair of the coolest jeans (he rarely wears jeans) which I hadn't seen before and a new long-sleeved T-shirt, very tight.

My son and I are very much alike, physically.... clones, practically but with me being 34 years older.   A second Ahah! moment occurred as I realized that I had been just as gorgeous as him when I was sixteen..... but without the cool clothing  (I wore 'bargain-basement' clothes or my brother's hand-me-downs),  the professionally-cut hair  (my mother cut my hair) or his self confidence.  

I had no appreciation of how fine my body really was at that age ...... hmmmm.... missed opportunities!

Erectile Difficulties

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But not mine....

At 11:00 pm Thursday evening, I was just heading for bed when I received a text:  "sup?" ... as in "What's up?" from yet another 22 year old.  This was followed quickly by "im horny."   He and I had been chatting on pof.com for a couple of months but hadn't met. 

He was a gay virgin but was extremely anxious to have his first M2M experience ..... and he decided that I was the man for the job!  I had already turned him down several times in the past couple of weeks;  I was too tired, my kids were here, excuse after excuse.

Damn these young 'uns!  In my experience, they all decide they're horny very late at night, past the time that us old folks are already in bed.  It was very late for me but he was so anxious to get together with me that I relented.  I was afraid that he would stop asking if I turned him down again, so after a quick shower,  I headed back into town to pick him up.  

He was Inuit  (formerly called "Eskimo"), black hair, brown eyes,  smooth, tawny-coloured skin, 6'-0", around 220 pounds..... a  beautiful specimen of manhood!  He was very masculine, wearing work clothes spackled with plaster and dust.  He renovated houses and then sold them.  And he was  EXTREMELY nervous but chatty as hell.

My son was at home, so I took Sexy Inuit Guy to a neighbour's summer home which I look after in the off-season.  (they live in the USA)  It was freezing cold, but I dragged a mattress in front of the natural gas fireplace and we gradually stripped off under some quilts.  He had a beautiful, naturally-smooth body, fat cock and big low-hanging balls.  We  kissed sweetly for about 30 seconds when he exclaimed, "Oh no!  I'm not getting hard!!!"     

I hope he didn't see me rolling my eyes in the darkness.  (1)  We had hardly started;  of course it wasn't hard yet!  (2)  His cock is never going to get hard if he starts obsessing about it and (3)  He's a gay virgin having his first M2M contact with an old dude he's known for 15 minutes, in some strangers house in the freezing cold!  Of course he'd be nervous.

I'm a real Teddy Bear so I found it intensely romantic, full-body naked contact in the flickering firelight, kissing him (he was an aggressive kisser, soft pouty lips!) and feeling his muscular arms and legs wrapped around my torso, squeezing me tight.  As I gave him my best blowjob technique, he lay back and moaned softly but didn't get more than semi-hard.  He gave a timid blowjob which felt very nice and a handjob with his beefy, muscular hands which sent my legs a-quiver... but I didn't cum.  (I wasn't expecting to)

After about 30 minutes, we stopped and just held each other tight.  For the next hour and a half, we lay there cuddling with limbs entwined.  While I ran my hands all over his body,  his inner thighs, cock and balls, face, shoulders, and chest he talked and talked and talked.   He told me about his childhood in Resolute Bay, Nunavut, his business, his parents' and their divorce, his siblings, future goals and his five best bro-friends.

He was still worried about not getting fully hard, so I told him that I didn't cum for at least my first six times with other men... I knew all about being nervous. 

He assured me that him not getting hard had nothing to do with me, that I was very sexy*.   "You're the only guy I've been with .... I feel very comfortable around you."  He'd never NOT gotten hard before. 

*An aside:  I thanked him for the compliment, but I already knew that my body was every bit as sexy as his.

I asked him, "Are you sure you're gay?" He said, "Right now, I could probably still have sex with a woman.... but I think I like guys best."

We made plans for our next meeting which (I suggested) should happen in his own bed where he'd be less nervous.  I said that he should just do what he normally does to jerk off (watching porn on his computer, lube, whatever else...) and that I would be there, either in the bed or elsewhere in the room, but not participate right away.  I hope my advice helps get him over his nervousness. 

Hey, experienced gay lovers out there;  any other suggestions for my young friend?

Finally, with the greatest reluctance, we tore ourselves out of bed at 1:30 am and I drove him to  his grandmother's house in town (she was out of town;  he had to feed her cat!) and then a short distance back to his house.  I know that we will be together again one day!

I was in my own bed at 2:30 a.m. to enjoy a  solid 3 hours of sleep before hauling my sorry ass out of bed.   During my busy day at school today, I was well beyond EXHAUSTED (and still am) but that sweet encounter was well worth it.