Beautiful furry torso

 In recent days, I've been busy helping my 20 year old daughter buy her first car.  Since she's paying for it all by herself on a university student`s budget, we've only looked at used cars in the +10 year range.

I'm enormously proud of my three kids for their money sense, lack of materialism, work ethic at their jobs and financial goals.  These values have only intensified as they've observed my financial difficulties caused by my divorce. 

For example, all of my 16 year-old son's recent birthday and Christmas presents have involved (at his request) the purchase of tools.  These he'll need for his future career as a trademan. 

My charismatic 18 year old daughter rocked her grade 12 graduation dance this year, looking gorgeous in a little black dress purchased for $10 at a thrift shop and altered by her sister, an expert seamstress. She easily outshone the over-indulged, snooty girls in $500, parent-purchased gowns.

My daughter and I test-drove many cars, had some assessed by a mechanic and today, arranged a safety inspection, insurance and licensing on the excellent car we did finally purchase.  Exciting!

This is my excuse for not blogging about the hookup (mentioned in my last post) with a good-looking, athletic 44 year old twice-divorced father of two kids.  He had the most beautiful, lean, furry torso I`ve ever seen in my life, not just in person but online as well. I`ve included some pics of young guys with lovely torsos from fuckyeahhairyguys but none of them comes close to the perfection of Beautiful Torso Guy, as I`ll call him.

It turned out to be an unforgettable hookup for both good and not-so-good reasons. After much begging, he convinced me to take his bottom virginity.  

For the first time ever, I am starting to think of myself as a top. We started out with him riding my cock and then I pounded his ass in the doggie-style and then missionary positions.

But then, sadly,our anal fun ended rather abruptly ... is it usual for a bottom to suffer a dislocated shoulder during rough sex? I didn't mean to hurt him, honest!!

Full details to follow on my next post on Sunday morning ..... how's that for a cliffhanger?   :-)

Nudist erections

That's about as "un-Christmas-y" a title as you can get but it will generate a spike of blog hits from google searches.  I stumbled upon this nudist erections site and it seemed just the thing to look at on this chilly,  -23 C morning.

These pictures bring back fond memories of my afternoon on Toronto's clothing-optional beach.  It was a cloudy, coolish September day but there were still many hot guys with beautiful cocks, legs and asses in view.  I can't wait to go back on a scorching hot day next summer.  

Nudists claim that nude beaches are not about sex but about "freedom", "self-respect" and being in "harmony with nature".   These pictures of dozens of men with lovely engorged cocks would disprove that .... for me, it was all about getting hot and bothered, looking at sexy, naked men. 

But I need to get out of bed and attend to my own grooming ASAP, because I'm having a man-friend visit.   He's a good-looking, athletic 44 year old divorced dad of two kids, a toddler boy and a tween girl.... and I think, fairly inexperienced with M2M sex.   We've been chatting on pof.com for months but haven't met as he lives 300 miles away.  His first stop on his Christmas visit to town is to have some sexytime with me!

So far, I've had a fantasic Christmas break!  (despite concern about my wife's latest erratic behaviour)

Christmas Eve was spent at a dear friend's open house with my parents and three kids.  My wife attended as well but we stayed in different areas of the house and didn't speak.   She refused to meet my eye, actually, when I passed by.  She looked pretty bitter and ill-at-ease.

After much internal debate, I did get my wife a Christmas present;  a boxed DVD set of her all-time favourite 70s TV show.   She didn't get me anything and hasn't yet thanked me but she might, eventually.   I very feel good about taking the high road' and hope she follows my example.   If she doesn't, it would just highlight to me and everyone else how badly she's been behaving lately.

The kids slept at her house on Christmas Eve and opened their presents there the next morning.  That's our standing agreement as Christmas morning is very special to my wife;  she's always given them lots of nice presents and made a big fuss about it. 

Christmas dinner at my parents' was fantastic.... my entire extended family was there except my ex. We had a hilarious time telling the grandkids fun stories of our childhood. 

Example:  when I was six, my father (an avid hunter) had us grind up an entire moose using a little hand-cranked kitchen grinder.  It was an old bull, too tough to eat. The idea was to save a few dollars by not renting an electric meat grinder or hiring a butcher.  Everyone was pressed into service;  from elderly aunts to little children for the full-day task. Too funny!

With some effort, I managed to arrange today at home alone so that I could have some sweet time with a hot, naked man.  It's been too long since I've kissed a guy or sucked cock and I'm craving it.

I'd like to wish all my blog readers the warmest wishes

for a happy holiday.  Thanks for reading!

Real speedo men

Last night was our coldest night of the year so far ....   -21 C.  I love the Canadian winter!  But at the start of winter, these cold temperatures are hard to get used to.   "Brisk", as we like to say.

So.... here are some pics of hot guys from dirty-speedo.tumblr.com to warm us up.  These days, I rarely see Speedos in real life but it would be fantastic to go to a place where I could... Rio or the Costa del Sol in Spain, for example.

 I had not seen my Special Guy for around seven months and we've had no online communication for five months but we ran into each other yesterday in a busy store.  Very unexpected.

Although I have never properly blogged about my Special Guy (but I will, one day), I can say that we had an intense relationship for about five months earlier this year.... and that I had strong feelings of love / infatuation / lust for him.  I know the feeling was mutual but we were living in a fantasy world .... because he's married with four adult children.

But I I regret seeing him  yesterday.  I'd convinced myself that I'd gotten over him, but now, I'm not so sure.  There he was, looking more handsome than ever.   We locked eyes (his are piercing blue) for the 15 seconds of our encounter.

Special Guy, spotting me first:  "Hi!", with a smile but apprehensively.  In July, I told him I wanted no contact with him at all and he's respected my wishes.
Buddy Bear:  "Wow!"
Special Guy and BB, simultaneously:  "You look good!"
SG:  "How are you?
Just then, I spotted his wife* bearing down on us with a sour look on her face, so I said "Making progress!" as I quickly walked away without looking back. 

If he had been forced to introduce us, it would have been as awkward as hell.  The looks on our faces would probably have betrayed what we were thinking.

* I'll sound like some bitchy old queen, but my gosh, Special Guy's wife was so deeply unattractive.  Pear-shaped and hefty, she had mousy brown hair with a really butch haircut.  There wasn't a speck of femininity or even effort made in her appearance.   Special guy is handsome, well groomed and an immaculate dresser;  she looked like some big, brown wren.

I wonder if that's what happens to a woman who has been married to a man for 35 years who likes other men.   It wouldn't matter if she dressed up or not, he still would have no interest in her.  In the end, I felt deeply sorry for them both.

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I had a fantastic day yesterday with my three kids (20. 18, 16) at my house with my parents.  It was my 18 year old's birthday and I hadn't seen her since September since she'd been away at university.  Our first conversation went like this, with her two siblings listening in:

Daughter:  "Guess what, Dad?  I have a boyfriend at school.  A brown boyfriend."  ... she said mockingly.
BB:  "Great!  So you finally dumped whats-is-name!" referring to her grade 12 boyfriend who I didn't think was good for her.  "What sort of brown?"
Daughter:  "His family's from India."
BB:  "I think Indian men are hot."
Daughter:  "Oh, Dad!"  rolling her eyes.  "So, tell me about your man-friend."
BB:  "No!"
Daughter: "Oh, come on!!!  What's he like?"   She was relentless in her teasing.
BB:  "I'M NOT DISCUSSING THIS WITH YOU.  Anyway, there is no man-friend."
Daughter:  "Too bad!"

Blasted!

Here's some handsome guy -  cute doggie pics for Sean's Dogably Pawfect Saturday.

Thank goodness my 16-day Christmas break has started ... yesterday, I was so exhausted, I could barely stand up, let alone teach! I told my grade 12 class that I felt like "a horse that's been rode hard and put away wet" which caused much tittering and pink faces as they took it to be a sexual innuendo. The embarassing part was that they would think that I would ever say anything inappropriate in class!

In the last stretch of pre-Christmas craziness, I was in our administrators' offices daily discussing incidents such as the student bringing a knife to school, another two vandalizing a keyboard in computer class (my assistant and I didn't notice anything) and another student who was supposed to be working independently in the resource room but had 'escaped' and was causing problems in the hallway. 

On another day, I had an interview with a parent at school to discuss Johnny's rotten behaviour, which (we found out later through the grapevine) was secretly recorded without my knowledge and consent. This deeply concerned my principal as the parent involved was known to be a former member of a biker gang and a drug dealer.  I was asked to report it to my union for my own protection and the admin team is investigating. A worry!

In the midst of these distractions, I didn't read the final copy of our 45 page divorce agreement.  My wife and her lawyer signed it before I noticed a clause of concern which had been inserted by the lawyer.  Yesterday, I send a simple e-mail to my wife asking where it had come from.

I was blasted with a screaming phone call which ended with her slamming down the phone following by two abusive texts.  Not to excuse her behaviour, but she's always been a little bit lot crazy just before Christmas.  She also told me that she had an "upsetting incident" with someone from our past life.  No doubt, she was told-off by a former neighbour.

But this is what really set her off: "did you know that today is the third anniversary of when i found pictures of naked men with erections on my laptop.  merry christmas to me!!"   I laughed out loud when I read this. Not a funny laugh but more a rueful laugh. Oh my! She needs to get over it!  But I'm not going to be bullied into signing the document until we've cleared up my concerns.

My kids and parents are coming here tonight, so I'm preparing a birthday dinner for my charismatic middle daughter who arrived yesterday from university thousands of miles away.   I haven't' seen her in four months!  Woo-hoo!  I also have some Christmas preparations for this, my first Christmas in my new waterfront home.

I will wait until after New Years' to discuss the divorce agreement with my wife after she's cooled down and after she's gotten through Christmas. I'm sure we will reach an agreement in the end ... but it really sucks that I have to worry about her erratic behaviour all over again.

Hooked up with my student's brother

Recent pic of Perfect Physical Specimen

OMFG!!!!  

Being a high school teacher in the small(ish) city where you've lived your entire life means public anonymity is nearly impossible. 

Every time I venture out into public, I run into many people I know such as students, parents or siblings of students and work colleagues, past and present.  I also run into friends, relatives or people with whom I went to elementary school, high school or university. 

The same problems exist on the online hookup sites.  I've been messaged by former students, closeted work colleagues (present and retired) and people I know in other capacities including a publicly-elected official.  I knew who they were but they didn't know me.

When I'm messaged by a guy in his twenties, the first question I always ask:  "What high school did you go to?"  About 25% of them are former students at my school.  The conversation usually goes like this:

Buddy Bear:   I teach at the same school  you went to.
Horny Young Dude:  cool i want to meet u.  im horny
BB:  Never!  I'm not hooking up with someone who might have been in my class.
Horny Young Dude:  wont tell anyone cant remember any of my teachers anyway.
BB:  No!
Horny Young Dude:  plz.  so hot sucking my teachers cock
BB:   Dude!  It ain't happening!!!  NEVER!

When Perfect Physical Specimen messaged me for a back seat blowjob last August,  he told me that he attended high school in another province.  Woo-hoo!  Green light for Buddy Bear! 

Clothed-Unclothed

Although I haven't hooked up with Perfect Physical Specimen since October  (he lives too far away),  we chat using POF's instant messaging system several times a week, always initiated by him.   He tells me about his problems with girls and other drama going on his life.  He also hints about us having sex again as I posted about in my post "I'll hold my butt cheeks open for you". 

This week Perfect Physical Specimen  posted some new pics on his POF profile, including the picture in the top left corner.  (I cropped his handsome face off....)  He also posted a family group picture showing two dumpy parents and four brothers.  Perfect Physical Specimen was the oldest of the boys.

To my horror, I recognized the third youngest brother.  He's presently a student in my grade 12 class AND had been my student in grades 11 and 10.   Shiiiiit!!!   Shiiiiit!!!  Shiiiiit!!!

Buddy Bear:   Who are those other people?
PPS:   My parents and three younger brothers.
Buddy Bear:   Hmmmm... what do your brothers do?
PPS:  My 22 year old brother goes to college in town; my younger two brothers go to _____ High School. (my school)
BB:   Cool!

This means:  (1)  I won't be sucking Perfect Physical Specimen's cock, ever again, no matter how nicely he asks.  and (2)  I might have to skip out of this year's graduation ceremony in June where I'm usually on stage giving out awards.   Imagine how awkward it would be at the meet-and-greet afterwards when my student introduces me to his parents and his oldest brother, Perfect Physical Specimen.  Yikes!

Truck stop slut

I always get a tingle of excitment when I'm messaged on pof.com by a new guy.  Recently, I've had a upswing in these contacts but they've been mainly older married guys playing footsie ... they all want sexy talk but chicken out when it comes time for a face-to-face meeting.   These days, I'm mainly saying "no" to married guys anyway unless they're extremely hot.

Last night at 9:00 pm, I opened a message from Trucker Dude with much anticipation. His face was rather rough-looking, graying, grizzled and looking much older than his claimed age of 48.  Disappointing.  He listed his body type as "a few extra pounds" but looked quite tubby.  Hmmmm.... I wasn't sure I'd be attracted to him.  

Trucker Dude:    Looking for some company.
Buddy Bear:   What do you like to do with guys?
Trucker Dude: I don't do anal but I'm open to everything else.
BB:   Can you host? Where are you?
Trucker Dude:  Yes I can host in the sleeper of my truck.  I'm at the highway truck stop.
BB:  We'd hook up in the cab of your truck?
Trucker Dude: yes
BB:  Cool!  I'll be there in fifteen minutes.
Trucker Dude:  It's the white Peterbilt with Alberta plates.  Don't knock.  Come straight in the driver's door.

I put aside my misgivings about his size and appeance.  How cool would that be to hook up in the back of a transport truck!  Exciting!! 

At the nearby truck stop, I made my way down the rows of idling trucks hoping I'd pick the correct one in the darkness.  I climbed into the cab, took my shoes off and climbed into the sleeper compartment in the back where he waited.   It was very warm and cozy, fitted with a double bed piled with blankets and pillows.  Really nice!

Trucker Dude was shy and nervous, with a huge belly but looking much younger  than his profile pic.  My cock started stirring at the sight of him so all was well.  We stripped off and lay down together but when I moved in for a kiss, he said:  "I don't kiss guys!"

FUUUUUCK!!!  Kissing is my primary means of arousal;  I never hook up with guys who won't kiss.  "But you said you'd be open to everything with guys!"  He shrugged.  I said:  "Okay.... fine." 

He moved down and began to suck me off, but with his disappointing announcement, my cock was as limp as yesterday's lettuce.  It felt amazing as he worked his magic on my now semi-hard cock but I was no longer into it.  After several minutes, I told him that I wanted to switch positions 

He had a smallish "fun-sized" cock which was easy to deal with.  He was my favourite type of blowjob recipient, highly vocal, moaning, squirming and catching his breath.  Because of his warning of "no butt play",  I massaged his taint during the blowjob rather than my usual prostate massage. 

But then he spread his legs wide, knees pointing towards his shoulders and with his asshole yearning heavenwards against my hand.  So what the hell ....  I inserted my finger.   He started rotating his ass with my finger in it, "Yea... work my ass Baby!  Work it!!"   My most aggressive prostate massage ever!  A power bottom, I think it's called!

When he finally blew his load, I held his throbbing cock in my mouth for some time.  He dragged himself upright and offered me some hand sanitizer and hand wipes. Too funny!!!

I jumped into my track pants, shirt and shoes and disappeared into the wintry night.  No regrets but I must remember to ask the next guy whether or not he kisses.  I usually do.

The truck looked like this but he didn't.

School violence

Here`s a video clip of Robbie Parker, father of one of the little girls killed in the Connecticut school shootings.  You can just feel his searing pain as he talks about his beautiful daugher. I admire his courage for even speaking publicly about this and defy any caring person to watch this without tearing up. 

Canadians sometimes think that these school shootings are an American problem but we've had several incidents over the years including one thirteen years ago in Alberta and six years ago at Dawson College in Quebec.   The massacre at École Polytechnique  in Montreal in 1989 was unique in the world because the fourteen who died were targeted because they were women studying the non-traditional field of engineering.

We cannot imagine the horror experienced by the students in Connecticut, both those who survived and those who were killed, and the anguish of their parents.  But my thoughts also go out to those courageous teachers who put their lives on the line to protect their students .... as most teachers would do, I think.  

I constantly witness this commitment to the well-being of students amongst the teachers at my school but on a much smaller scale.   They are galvanized into action to help our at-risk students who have challenges such as suicidal thoughts or other mental health issues, illness, injury or parental neglect or abuse.

In my province, all schools must practice lockdown drills at least four times per year to prepare for such violence.  But I still find a too-relaxed attitude among my school administrators about the increasing numbers of potentially violent students with emotional or mental health issues.

Presently, I have one extremely challenging "all-boys" grade nine remedial-level class.   Of the twenty students, the majority are "high risk" and over half have been identified with conditions such as Asperger's, ADHD and learning disabilities.

Last month, one of my students from this class had what I could only describe as a psychiatric episode in class.  VERY disturbing!  The head of our special ed. department was summoned and she too was unable to dislodge him from his state.  I should add that this student also had a safety plan which was created after earlier incidents of violence at school.

I send this email to our school principal and vice-principals:  "Student X needs an immediate referral to a mental health professional.  Medicating him and forcing him to go to school in a traditional classroom setting is not working.  His behaviour is becoming more and more erratic and worriesome.  If this continues to escalate, one day Student X will come to school one day and start killing people."

I am most certainly not 'the little boy who cried wolf'  as this was only the second time in my twenty-year career than I wrote such a message. 

One of my administrators told me that they laughed at my "overly-dramatic" email.  "Student X isn't going to kill anyone!!"  I said:  "Not now!  But just give him three or four years and then we'll see!"   The vice principal spoke to the student but no other action was taken.

Three weeks later, the same administrator called me into her office.  She said:  "Student X has been suspended for a week.  He came into school today with a knife .... he said he was going to use it on some boys who he claimed were bullying him." 

I said, "Really?!!   REALLY?"  Not one word was said directly about my earlier e-mail but just the fact that I was summed to the office for this news was an acknowledgement that I had been right.   Graciously, I resisted the urge to say: "I told you so!"