Hot Male Strippers Up Close

This is just a short post as my course is very intense and exhauting, running till 8:00 pm most nights.

I arrived at Toronto's gay village at nine o'clock on Friday evening. I was in equal parts exhilarated and terrified. (and exhausted... I'd been up since 4:30 am to make my flight, followed by seven hours of air travel and a three hour drive into Toronto.)   Exhausted or not,  I was determined to get my "gay village" experience.

It was far too early as every club and stripper place was empty.  Also, as Bear of a Man pointed out, "Pride finished less than a week ago so most gays in the village are still recovering from the drugs and booze."

The sidewalk cafes were packed. I walked up and down the street and browsed in every sex shop. I'd planned on making some purchases but frankly, I was overwhelmed by the walls lined with lube, porn DVDs and sex toys of all description. The massive dildos, some of them three inches in diameter just grossed me out!!   Who would ever use them?  Surely, a "fringe" activity!


At home, I am used to being checked out in public by (probably closeted) guys. As I walked down Church Street (looking pretty hot, he says modestly, in biker boots, tight button-fly jeans, tight v-necked Tee), I was struck by the fact that nobody seemed to be checking me out.  After a long while, I figured out that I was being checked out.  The experienced gay guys were just a lot more skilled at it, looking generally in my direction rather than doing the blatant staring-at-the-crotch thing.

Everyone in the Village seemed so relaxed, happy and having a fantastic time.   And EVERYONE looked very stylish, slim and super-hot.  (except perhaps, the sweet 80ish gay couple who had their pants pulled up under their armpits.)

All at once, it was just too much.  I needed to find a more comfortable place so I walked to Remington's , a mainstream male strip club outside of the Village.  It was also empty with just an Asian bachelorette party in progress and a fat teenage boy and several elderly American men watching the show.

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I sat down very close to the runway and watched the continuous parade of hot male strippers.  Every one was gorgeous and as sexy as hell, aged from about 20 to 27.  (I asked them their ages later, when they came by to 'visit.')

It was so hot watching them gradually peel off their tight shirts and jeans right in front of me.  The best part was seeing their cocks jiggle as they strutted their stuff.  I instantly got a stirring in my nether regions.

As part of their schtick, the stripper boys would all make eye contact with me (and the other customers) as though they were doing a private strip-tease.   Very embarrassing but so hot...  Sadly, all the guys were shaved, pubes and all.  Ick!

They all had the sexiest undies, mainly pouch-type briefs, no thongs or G-strings.  Some would take their undies right off and fondle themselves, some would just tease with a peek... it was so intense seeing this from just a few feet away.  All the boys were uncut and came in a variety of sizes from average to large to monster. All their cocks were just beautiful.

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Sorry to drag this soap opera out, but I am sooo tired... I'll try to finish the stripper story tomorrow. A teaser:  the hottest part was not the nekkid lap dance itself, but having all the hottie strippers trying to sell me their lap dances by pressing up beside me, sweet-talking, rubbing their hands over my nips, inner thighs and bulge.... raging hard-on.

Sexy Lawn Boys

He'd be perfect with some
chest hair and a treasure trail!

My work-related training is in full swing and man, is it intense!  Yesterday, we had activities for +14 hours.  The subject is highly technical and extremely difficult.  One of our trainers is a leading expert in the world on the subject.

There are forty of us from all over Canada and with about 30% from overseas;  from Australia, Singapore, South Africa,  a couple from the USA and various European countries.  The majority are men; most of them attractive and a couple are just irresistible.  A  few of my fellow trainees and / or instructors are gay and I suspect that there are one or two who may be married and in the closet.

With that in mind, today I plan to wear either a rainbow belt (the suitcase strap from the previous post) or a rainbow bracelet.  It pays to advertise!

I know that y'all what to hear about my gay village adventures, but I am too exhausted and to pressed for time to do a proper post.  I promise that you'll hear all the details when I have some time.  So ........... in the meantime, here's a post which I prepared earlier.

Although I won't be getting back to Toronto, I hope that I'm not yet done with my gay adventures.  I have several options which I am working on but I don't want to post about them so as not to put unnecessary pressure on myself.

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The college-aged lawn boys and landscapers are out in full force in my town, providing lots of delightful eye-candy.  Most of them are slim, lightly muscled with fuzzy legs, scruffy unshaven faces and touseled hair.  They are all wearing cargo shorts and are either shirtless or wearing a tight Tee or a wife-beater singlet.

They all look so darn cute... just irresistible!  As I drive by, I repeat to myself, "I am hot attracted to guys the same as as my own kids.... I am hot attracted to guys the same as as my own kids....."  One day, I might even believe that.

Checking out the Bulge

World's Gayest Suitcase

As typical of air travel in remote regions, my flight to Gayville took over seven hours with three stop-overs including two changes of planes.   The first three legs of the flight were on a 20-seater propeller plane, a cigar-shaped tin can with no washrooms or flight attendants on board.

Both the pilot and co-pilot were very cute and were good to their uniforms.  The co-pilot was a hottie;  he looked about 18 but had to have been in his early 20s.

My adventure started with some gay omens, positive I hope:

FIRST: I borrowed my mother's suitcase for the trip.  While I am comfortable being semi-out, I thought, "Christ.... do I have to use the gayest suitcase in the world?"   The bright blue case had a green yarn pom-pom tied to it.   Lest it open up in transit, my father tied a rainbow-striped strap around it.  (They just happened to have the strap around;  it wasn't used because I'm gay.)

SECOND: At 6:00 am on the tarmac, the hottie co-pilot looked me in the eye and said "Good morning."  Then his eyes travelled down to my bulge and then back up again.  OMFG!  Hey buddy, you need to learn to check out a guy's bulge more discreetly than that!!  It was a great start to my trip.

Hottie Copilot closing plane door

It was cool sitting close
enough to see Hottie Copilot
working his joystick.

Fantastic rainbow is barely visible in this pic.

THIRD: As we took off on a light rain, a fantastic rainbow came view.  A positive omen, I hope. I'm completely exhausted so this short post will have to do.   For my next post, I will talk about my first evening in Toronto's gay village.  I was frankly terrified but in the end, I found a situation where I felt comfortable. My first gay evening worked out just fine.  I didn't lose my gay virginity but had about five minutes of fondling action of the biggest, meatiest black cock  that you have ever seen. The fondling included his magnificent low-hangers, ass crack and inner thighs.   More on that later....

I'm Leavin' on a Jet Propeller Plane...

Men with Appeal

Shout-out:  Please visit the new blog Rigid Flexibility written by Mike, a father of three who lives on beautiful Vancouver Island. Mike is a very sweet guy and an online friend who first e-mailed me to say that our stories are very similar.  He is about four years ahead of me on his journey. 

For my own selfish reasons, I want Mike to continue sharing his remarkable, inspirational story.  He is living proof that for us married gay fathers, life does indeed get better after coming out.  When you visit Mike's blog, please leave a comment and consider adding his blog to your blogroll. 

In his post Gay Adolescence,  Mike talks about when he, at the age of 48, came out to his wife of nineteen years.  "Coming-out .... was the single-most liberating experience of my life! Suddenly I was out of prison and I wanted to shout the news from the mountain top!"  With that one sentence I was hooked;  Mike expressed exactly the same feelings of exuberance, euphoria and relief which I experienced on my coming-out six months ago.

I strongly urge every closeted, married father with children to read his story.  In particular, read about how wholly supportive his sons have been towards their gay dad.  Check out the posts Father's Day, Father's Day 2 and especially Camping. Fantastic!


In two hours, I will be winging my way to my Big (City) Gay Adventure.     This means taking a 20-seat propeller plane and having two other stops along the route.  I have been increasingly excited all week, but now, I am very a bit apprehensive for two reasons:

1. The week-long job training I am attending will be very intensive and highly technical.  I'm afraid that I will be in way over my head regarding the subject matter and the qualifications of my fellow attendees.  My fellow attendees are from all over Canada and from overseas as well.  On the plus side, I am pretty smart and an excellent student.  My motto will be:   "It's better to be silent and thought a fool, than to speak up and remove all doubt."
2. I'm a little worried about my solo gay adventure in the big city.  I've lead an extremely sheltered life regarding all things gay. However, I strongly feel that I owe it to myself to push ahead with my gay journey and to start to explore the gay opportunities in the big city.  Have courage!!  I'm pretty cautious and a a careful planner (and will remain so), so it is the unknown which is causing the apprehension.  I will only do something I am comfortable with and  if I believed it is right for me.

While I am away, I will not spend too much time online as I want to experience as many real-life "moments" as possible.  I plan to do a short post every second day,  especially if I have something really exciting to share. 

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Red Speedos

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When I last posted about Speedos, I searched unsuccessfully for this, my all-time favourite speedo picture.  Just looking a this picture gets me hard and leaking. 

• my favourite view of a Speedo-wearing guy, straight up those forbidden inner thighs.
• shapely calves and thighs, lightly furred
• a lean, lightly-muscled "natural" man, not shaved, waxed, oiled or pumped up with steroids.
• beautiful bulge, lightly hairy pits and perky nips
• he's wearing a red speedo... my favourite colour of all!

Here is my fantasy:  I imagine myself coming across this beautiful man, unconscious but breathing. In my efforts to revive him, I rub my hands all over his body followed by a little mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Has anyone every heard of a "modified Heimlich maneuver" to revive an unconscious guy?  Take his package firmly in both hands and shove it up towards his shoulders..... I guess not...   ;-)

The only place to see Speedos in my town is at our local college pool with all the lovely swim team frat boys.  As an added bonus, the locker rooms have room-sized collective showers;  none of that bullshit with individual shower cubicles.  The swimmer boys are not at all shy about showering and walking around nekkid.

Twelve years ago as a "straight" guy, I used to swim for exercise but stopped because it was so boring. (what the f*ck was I thinking!)  As part of my spinal rehabilitation exercise, I think I will have to take up swimming again....

I leave the last word to Will, who commented (on my earlier post) on the benefits of seeing a guy wearing Speedos.

I prefer to think that the wearing of Speedos serves the same purpose as shrink wrap packaging of various goods at the supermarket. It uses as few materials as necessary to protect the goods, allows a visual confirmation of the relative size, shape and quality of the goods, and assures the consumer that the goods are not hidden or misrepresented by unnecessary packaging.

Healing

To my many American readers, have a happy and safe fourth of July!

Although I am generally happy and optimistic,  the months since I've come out have been extremely stressful and I've been on a "emotional edge" most of that time. I know  it was this stress which triggered my spinal episode which I posted about here:  Pain, Torso, Guys that Get Me Hard and Slowly Healing.   Many of you have asked how I am, so here's my current status.

I've been frankly overwhelmed by all the support I've received, in online comments and e-mails and in my real life.  Reading your words of support brought me to tears many times, a rarity for me.  When I returned to work last week, I received a prolonged standing ovation from a group of thirty colleagues when I walked first walked in.  I spent the entire day on the edge of tears, overwhelmed by everyone's support and concern. 

At its worse, I was in continous, excruciating pain and had lost most of the use of one arm and both feet as my spinal cord was being compromised.  I was was imagining life in a wheelchair.  Although I am no stranger to life-changing medical problems, this episode highlighted to me how fleeting our health really is. 

One day, I was training for a marathon and a few days later, I could not walk up three steps of a clinic without assistance.  I spent that first consultation lying on the floor of the doctor's office in a fetal postion, gasping in pain.  My pain was so extreme that I didn't even check out the bulge of the handsome young(ish) doctor sitting directly in front of me in an open-crotched pose.  A shocker and very unlike me, I know!!  Darn!  Yet another missed opportunity!

Right now, I am pain-free and have been off of all pills for several weeks. I've regained use of my arm and feet although some numbness will return if I do too much.

I am bit hunched over with a slightly crooked neck and am extremely stiff everywhere.  (I am happy to report that the part of me that I actually want to be stiff is working just fine, thank you very much.)   Seeing myself in the mirror, I thought, "I look like some decrepit, twisted-up old man!"   It was an  'aha!" moment when I realized, "Hey.... I actually am a decrepit, twisted-up old man!"

Diagnosis:  both the X-Ray and an MRI showed that four neck vertebrae were involved, two 'severely degraded' and two 'moderately degraded.'  I was first diagnosed with this in in my early 30s but it has gotten much worse.  The excellent news is that the MRI showed no disk involvement at all and my spinal column was not compromised. 

Final verdict.... my neurologist says that my condition is not yet bad enough for 'vertebrae-rebuilding' surgery.  It may be needed next year or in twenty years.  I've been referred for physiotherapy to restore full neck mobility and I will have to commit to doing daily maintenance exercises.  In the meantime, I will do everything possible to maintain the status quo.  Every type of holistic remedy has been suggested to me, from massage, yoga, acupuncture, 'visualization' techniques, relaxation techniques, medication and reiki.   At this stage, frankly, I am open to anything. 

The most important lesson learned is this:   
You have to look after yourself:  no one else is going to do it for you!

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My Big (City) Gay Adventure

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Soon, my employer will be sending me to the other side of the country for a week-long training session. The training is located in a large southern Ontario city outside of Toronto.  I will have several free days apart from the session.

This will be my biggest opportunity yet to push head with my gay journey.  I've had countless work trips in the past but this one will be memorable for the following reasons:  

• I've finally admitted to myself that I am gay.
• My marriage has broken down; after a five month separation, being unfaithful no longer applies.
• No other work colleagues are attending with me;   I'll be a lone wolf!  Woooo!
• I will be away from my small town where everyone knows everyone else.  Big city anonymity!
• At my age (mid 40ish), I have a strong desire to not waste any more time in my personal life.
• Toronto has one of the larger gay villages in North America.
• I used to live in Toronto so I know it very well but not the gay part.

Balancing all this out, I am extremely cautious by nature and I would never place myself in a situation where I would feel at risk especially since I will be there alone. By "at risk", I mean picking up some disease, getting robbed, beaten up or worse. Nor would I want to do anything really seedy.   My own comfort level is of primary importance.  If my gut tells me not to proceed, then I won't!

I have no problem going into some gay venues by myself, such as to a bar.  However, I might be content to just hang back and watch but not participate in any of the activities.  No matter what I choose to do, every bit of it will be new and exciting!  Baby steps!

I'm not sure what to do.  Visit a gay bar on Friday / Saturday night?  Which one(s)?  Look at some male strippers or go-go boys?  Make some purchases at a gay sex shop? Just people-watch in the gay village?

Please, feel free to offer me some suggestions for my big city gay adventure, either as a comment or as a private e-mail. (xxxxxxx)  Thank you!

If you are from Toronto or have visited there, some suggestions of  specific places would be appreciated.  If you've never been to Toronto, please make some suggestions based on gay venues you've visited in other big cities.

To my Canadian readers, a happy belated Canada Day!   None of these guys is Canadian, but at least they're wearing red, eh?  (Both pictures are from http://hardinmyspeedos.tumblr.com/)