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.

Impure thoughts

These pics for Sean's Dogably Pawfect Saturday are all of dogs who serve in police K-9 units.  These brave dogs are often sent into the line of fire to apprehend a suspect or to save a life.  I challenge any dog lover to read these stories of Canadian police dogs killed in the line of duty without crying.


Other ramblings:

1. After living with me for five months, my son is now alternating every two weeks between my wife's house and mine.  So far, they're not fighting constantly as they did before.  My daughter also spends about half her time with me.
2. I hope to now have some "alone time" to host the many hot (and interesting) men who want to spend time with me. 
3. Our legal separation and subsequent filing for divorce has been stalled by my wife for over four months "It's too hard!"  Recently, we've gone back and forth with our 40-page draft Separation Agreement several times, correcting dozens of errors, removing unwanted clauses added by the mediator and penciling in new ones suggested by my lawyer.  Of course, my wife added a few more (unreasonable) demands but I think that our agreement is ready for our final signatures.  Woo-hoo!!
4. My school year is going really well... fantastic students!  But for the first time in my career, I constantly have to banish "impure thoughts" from my mind regarding my hot 18 year old male students.  This is an unwanted and unexpected side effect of my summer spent hooking up with 22 year old men.... my new reality of experiencing young men as sexual objects.  (But please don't regard this confession as a "red flag".. I will NEVER have sex with a student, ever.)
5. The 24 year old Perfect Physical Specimen is anxious to get naked with me again but still insists that he's straight.  He messages me every day to chat and increases the stakes each time, "When we're together, we can kiss if you want.... but no tongue!  I'm straight, you know!"    And the next day he'll say, "It would be hot if I lubed my ass and you rubbed your hard cock between my ass cheeks.... but I don't want anything up my ass!"   Too funny!  But he's a sweet guy.

TMI: Drink! Drink! Drink!



One week after my needle biopsy, I am feeling perfectly fine.  My cum still is bright red with blood but now it's mixed 50/50 with normal-looking cum.  Whew! 

On the hookup front, I haven't logged onto POF much since my biopsy so the messages from the delicious 22 year-old university men have slowed down considerably. 

As an online friend helpfully pointed out during a phone conversation, "The university boys are probably all having sex with each other ... so they're not interested in you any more!"   I said, "Oh, kiss my ass!  I've still got it, buddy!!"

But I've been getting more contacts than ever from interesting (and hot) men in the 26 - 32 year old age group which I have have been pursuing.  But since I'm back at work and with one or two of my kids living with me most of the time, it's difficult to even schedule hookup times.  To be done properly, this slut phase should be a full-time job unto itself.

Also, my recovery from the needle biopsy has wreaked havoc with my hookup opportunities.  It's too soon for me to bottom (even if I wanted to) and I can't do anything that would involve me cumming because of the blood. 

Sean of Just a Jeep Guy has a weekly Too Much Information feature.  Here are my answers for this week:

1. Are you a cheap date?   Yes!  After one beer, I start to slur my words and walk unevenly.  I'd probably toss my cookies on the third one. 
2. What is your favourite drink?   I'm non-selective.... put anything alcoholic in front of me and I'll drink it!   But given a choice, I will invariably have a dark, full-bodied beer.  My favourite liquor is rye whiskey (called Canadian whiskey in the USA) with ginger ale.
3. Worst experience?   At age 22,  we graduates had a big party in our university chemistry lab featuring punch made with gallons of 100% ethyl alcohol purchased from a chemical supplier.  This was served in a big green garbage pail. Classy!!
   
   I decided to "let loose" because I had graduated against all odds, having survived my year as a cancer patient part way through my programme.  I drank and drank and drank.  I ended up falling-over drunk and spending the night throwing up on the front lawn of the university campus. 
4. Beer goggles?   No...  I've never hooked up while drunk but if I did, I'd be looking for some sweet, nice young guy regardless of what he looked like.
5. What is the funniest thing you've ever done while drunk?     After my going-away party, I was walking home by myself in the middle of winter (-20 degrees) at 2:00 am.  Although I was pissed-drunk, I decided to climb a full-height telephone pole to steal an green glass insulator as a souvenir of the small town I was leaving.  I can't believe I didn't break my neck!!   I was 26, old enough to know better.  It's a miracle I didn't break my neck, freeze to death or both!

BONUS:
Ever drunk dial?   Sorry, no.  I'm pretty boring....

Cumming blood (NSFW)

How's that for a gross-out title?  But in the interests of full disclosure, it behooves me to continue to tell whole story of my prostate journey.

I was pretty upbeat after the success of my needle biopsy and my exciting day in Toronto.   But this weekend, I was getting extremely discouraged, depressed even, about the possibility of having cancer. 

I've often heard that waiting for biopsy results is the worst part of the whole process.... the uncertainty of it all.   Actually, that is NOT true.  I know from first-hand experience that a positive biopsy result is far worse because it leads to such atrocities such as  surgeries, radiation treatments, chemotherapy, recurrences and hundreds of hours spend in cancer clinic waitings.   Been there, done that.

I am feeling fine!  My antibiotics are almost finished with no signs of infection and I have no discomfort at all.  

For the first time since the procedure, I wanked off  yesterday morning to test things out.  I was absolutely confident that everything would work just fine and it did, thank you very much. 

But  I was pretty grossed out to see what looked like bright red blood squirting out instead of transparent, colourless semen.   I know it wasn't 100% blood but it was pretty disturbing just the same.   All the other liquids and solids originating "down there" continue to contain blood as well.  I can't wait for it to stop!

To distract myself, I attended a running race but as a spectator, not a competitor.   I was overwhelmed by the hot men running by with beautiful runner's legs and asses.   The vast majority were gorgeous specimens of manhood and mainly in my favourite 30s and 40s age group.

Many of the older guys wore spandex shorts or tights.   While their bulges were fantastic, the curves tracking along the backs of their calves, thighs and asses made me swoon.  And it wasn't just that these athletes looked fantastic in spandex;  it was more the self-confidence that they had in wearing it.

The men wearing loose runner's shorts were also hot in a different way;   all those bouncing cocks and balls made me horny as hell!!!

A few 20-something guys wore running tights with baggy basketball shorts over them!  Too funny!   "Oh, no!  Someone is going to see my wee-wee!!"

But it was bittersweet as I could look but not touch ....  let alone take any of those beautiful cocks into my mouth.   But watching those beautiful men did the trick;  I forgot about my prostate troubles for a while.

Prostate Needle Biopsy

This entire post consists of "too much information" but most men don't know anything about their prostate, so here it goes!  I've been procrastinating about writing this because my visit to The Prostate Centre was very stressful, bringing back horrible memories of my year as a cancer patient when I was nineteen.

Initial Assessment:  Sept. 10
My doctor (the head of the department) did a quick digital exam and pronounced my prostate "smooth."  He added that a digital exam can only reach the bottom part of the prostate.  "Smooth" is a good thing;  "lumpy" would be very bad indeed.  I told him that my own doctor has said it was "puffy" which might indicate an infection.  He said firmly, "Well it's not... it's perfectly normal!"

He was highly reassuring, saying that only 1 - 2% "at the very most" of patients in my situation end up in a "difficult situation" which I took to mean a massive spreading of the cancer and  death.   He said that unless the Gleason Score of a prostate cancer was high (which gives an indication of how aggressive it is ), they prefer a non-interventionist approach and generally do no treatment at all, no surgery, no Brachytherapy.   Most prostate cancer patients will die of old age long before their cancers ever become a problem.... but in this respect, my relatively young age (50)  is very much working against me.  

Although he said needle biopsies are a bit random, it is the only way to find cancer cells, so I agreed to have one.  He pondered my wildly-fluctuating PSA levels  (Jan. 9.0, Apr. 6.0, July 19.5, Sept. 8.5) and said, "Hmmm .... it might be infectious," meaning, I think, a condition like prostatitis.

Needle Biopsy:  Sept. 19
The required "prep" for the biopsy is as undignified a thing as one could  imagine.   I arrived at my in-law's Toronto house at 10:30 pm following my sweet gay date with an online friend.   Midnight found me in their tiny shower enclosure with my Fleet enema kit, doing a modified shoulder stand,  bum pointing heavenwards.

Trying not to wake up the whole household, I reached around to squirt the solution of (I think) saline, mineral oil and phosphates into my asshole.  A few minutes later, the explosive emptying of my lower colon gave the most fantastic poo-gasm!    A nice 'empty' feeling with a  poophoria after-glow.  An unexpected bonus!

TRUS (trans rectal ultra sound) probe

The staff at the Prostate Centre were highly professional and efficient.   Within minutes of arriving, I was on a treatment table in a modified fetal position with my rear end pointing upwards at a 45 degree angle.  Members of the team crowded around and in turn, examined my asshole with great interest.

A slightly uncomfortable digital exam followed.  I`ve had lots of fingers up my butt in bed and in doctor`s offices but never quite as... er... deeply.... nor as firmly.   The TRUS (trans rectal ultra sound) probe was inserted with lots of lube and was angled this way and that to give the best possible image. 

This was quite comfortable as the TRUS was much skinnier than the couple of cocks I`d had up there... thank God I had tried being a bottom!  I`m sure that a bottom-virgin straight guy would find this procedure extremely distressing.

The doctor announced he was going to freeze my prostate with a local anesthetic.  I didn`t even feel the needle going in.   Shortly afterwards, I heard a sharp SNAP!  SNAP!  SNAP! .... just like the sound made by a staple gun.

He had started using "the biopsy gun — a hand-held device with a spring-loaded, slender needle removes a cylinder of tissue (about 1/2" by 1/16") in a fraction of a second. A sliding sheath opens once the needle enters the prostate, closes onto a sample of tissue and the needle is withdrawn." 

I asked, "Is this it?"  The doctor said, "Yes, but I've just started."  Such was their skill that I was completely pain-free .... only the deepest samples resulted in some discomfort.  Dental visits to have a tooth cavity filled are far more uncomfortable.  Other men (including my father) reported feeling excruciating pain during their biopsies and leaving the table drenched in sweat. 

I closed my eyes and counted... twelve, thirteen, fourteen.... and we're done!  Woo-hoo!!  They made me wait for a hour and then I was off on my fun, 'free day' in Toronto starting with meeting Jeffrey for coffee on Church Street.  

After-care:  My rear end was a bit tender to sit for a few hours afterwards ..... rather like when I lost my bottom virginity, but it quickly recovered.   I'll be on an antibiotic for several days and will see traces of blood in my poop, pee and cum for a couple of weeks at least.  

After the procedure, I asked my doctor, "I'm gay, right?  How long do I have to wait before I can be penetrated anally again?"   (Jeff had suggested I ask this)   The doctor didn't bat an eye, "WHAT A GREAT QUESTION!!"  he boomed with enthusiasm and a smile.   "Give it 7 - 10 days and you'll be fine!"

I'm back in Toronto on October 11th for the results... and I will find the waiting to be pretty tense.

At the nude beach

This is a timed post as I'm Toronto getting a needle biopsy my prostate.  Ouch!  Details to follow.

I've been to Toronto countless times but never knew there was a gay clothing-optional beach until I read about it in this post written by The Gay Groom, blogger and published author.   I LOVED my time at the nude beach.... it was the second-favourite thing I did during my Big Gay Weekend.  My favourite thing was having coffee with Jeffrey himself.

I emerged from the treeline and stepped onto Hanlon's Point Beach... I was instantly the centre of attention of about a dozen naked guys who looked up expectantly.  Will he or won`t he?

I suddenly had a change of heart but then thought, "What the hell... no use being chickenshit about it!".  Of all the gay things I've done over the past year (especially my visit to Steamworks the previous night), this was very tame.   So, I ripped off all my clothes and spent the afternoon enjoying the cool breezes caressing my private parts and the hot naked men around me.

I also very much enjoyed (I'll admit) being checked out by the naked men as well.  I do have a bit of an exhibitionist streak as my regular blog readers will know.   I did not appreciate, as Jeffrey wrote, ".... the influx of lookie-loos – clothed folks trying to get a cheap thrill walking on the beach.." 

It was a coolish day so only about 12-15 guys were naked that afternoon ranging in age from 20 to 60, but the majority were young and very hot.  An equal number of young gay men were wearing sexy Speedos, so it was all good. 

Some of the naked guys around me:  a white guy in his mid-40s to my left with his twinky Asian boyfriend ....  to my upper right, an amazing older man (late 50s) had a bit of a belly but with the calves, thighs and ass of a Greek  God.  Fantastic!  My favourite man of the afternoon!   Farther to my right was a trio of ripped Hispanic guys in their late 20s, not naked but wearing Speedos and very easy on the eyes.

A late 20s couple arrived with an infant child.  The young woman stripped naked... and she was quite attractive.... and I waited expectantly for her hunky husband to do the same.  I was thinking, "Come on buddy!  Take your clothes off ... please, please, please... you can do it!"  and he didn't!  How fucked up is that?   His lovely wife was naked all afternoon, cavorting in the lake, and he sat on the beach wearing long pants and a shirt... Darn, darn, darn,!!!

The ripped Hispanic dude walked past twice.... the second time, I noticed him holding a IPhone in the palm of his hand facing me.... hmm... did he just take my picture?  Who cares?  I rather liked the idea of him pleasuring himself later using the picture of my pasty-white lard arse.

During the afternoon, I was cruised a couple times a tubby, elderly man in his 70s, fully clothed, who'd circle around me and then stop and stare from about eight feet away..... he'd then retreat to the treeline behind me and wait hopefully, thinking I was going to follow.  If I wasn't so law-abiding, I would have thrown some rocks at him to get him to move along.   Annoying!!  On his third cruising attempt, he tried to strike up a conversation but I turned my back on him and he gave up.   

It wasn't his age or unattractiveness which was the issue;  had he been naked or at least wearing swimwear, I would have talked to him.

On my way back to the ferry, I decided to bravely walk the length of the beach naked, carrying my clothing to repay all the naked guys who'd provided such sweet eye-candy all afternoon.  As I passed by an attractive late 30's couple, I noticed the husband (who was wearing a coral pink micro-Speedo -- the gayest swimming suit in the world) staring at me intently as I walked past.  His eyes followed me as I continued far down the beach.  I thought, "Is she clueless?  How could his wife NOT know that he was attracted to men?"  Jeffrey later pointed out to me that she probably was well aware of her husband's M2M attraction and had made it a part of their marriage.

I very much look forward to being naked at Hanlon's Point Beach again.....

Clothed - Unclothed

There is no time for a proper post this morning as I've been very busy with school, family activities and preparations for yet another trip to Toronto.  I'm arriving at suppertime on Tuesday and will be having what might be called my first 'gay date' with a horny 32 year old.

Rather than hooking up immediately, we going out to dinner after which he will deliver me to my in-laws house by 10:00 pm.   That will be different, being with a young guy and NOT having his pants down around his ankles within the first five minutes of our meeting!

We've been chatting on pof.com for months and he's phoned me on numerous occasions for 'phone sex.'  Too funny!  But he's also very sweet and uncertain of the path he should take.

The real reason for my visit:  at 8:00 am Wednesday, I will getting a needle biopsy on my prostate at the Princess Margaret Cancer Hospital.... Yikes!!  I'll be blogging about it later this week.


I stumbled upon the coolest website,  speci-men.tumblr.com/, with photos of guys with and without their clothes.  In my the present state of my obsession with men, every time I see a reasonably attractive guy in public, I try to imagine what he looks like without his clothes on.

In fact, this site reminds me of my visit to Toronto's nude beach last week (recommended by my new friend, published author and blogger, Jeffrey) as I was able to see plenty of ordinary-looking men with their clothes on, only to be amazed and delighted by their magnificent cocks, asses and legs which were revealed when they got naked.   I will be writing about my afternoon at the nude beach on Wednesday in a timed post.