A big gay fish in a small pond

This is a very quick Monday morning post before I head off to school.  After a week of balmy weather, we're back in a temporary deep freeze with temperatures of -30 C.  So here are some pictures from Hard in my Speedos to warm our thoughts.

A while back, a guy I was "dating"  (two restaurant dinners + one hookup at his house) described me as an "A-list Gay."  I don't have the slightest idea what he meant.

I mainly wear clothing from thrift shops supplemented with the odd item stolen from lost-and-found boxes, rarely brush my hair let alone use "product", and regularly show up at school with my shirt inside-out, wearing mismatched socks.

I'd consider designer Tom Ford to be an A-list Gay on the world scene.  For a Canadian gay A-list, I'd include one of the many high-ranking gay Canadian politicans such as Premier Kathleen Wynne or singer kd lang.

But soon, I will be rubbing elbows with the A-list gays in my remote hick town.  I've been accepted to serve on the organizing committee for our local Pride festivities!  Woo-hoo!  In fact, I think they want me to join two committees.... one dealing with LGBTQ issues all year long and one focused on Pride Week.  I may not have time for both.

I haven't meet most of the committee members yet but they are definitely the gay movers and shakers in town.  The list includes an elected politician, a teachers' union president, business leaders and people who head up social service agencies.

The committee also includes the gay 'power couple' I mentioned recently, the principal of our largest elementary school and his teacher-husband.

By serving on this committee, I will certainly meet LGBTQ folks from a wider circle than the people I usually deal with which could only be a good thing.  As well, I will be able to push forward the LGBTQ cause at a different level and continue my quest to be a great, gay role model for LGBTQ folks of all ages.
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On the hookup front, I found myself accidentally triple-booked for Sunday with men who were 25, 27 and 44, all of whom wanted to drive the 30 km to my house for some sexytime.  I had scheduled the 25 year old to visit me to visit me on Saturday but he was called into work so we rescheduled for Sunday.  He's a handsome, funny and quite chubby, a licensed practical nurse who is horny as hell and a bear-in-training.

I hadn't met the 27 year old before but he'd been messaging me for months on pof.com, "playing footsie", I call it.   He's employed, inexperienced, slim and handsome but perhaps not too smart judging from his profile name:  Frendly_Guy_1987.  lol

I had invited him over on Sunday but I meant last week, but he texted me yesterday saying that he was ready to come over, right then!

Then, I got a text from Miner Dude who was in town for the weekend from his home 300 km away.  Fun fact:  he works in a hard-rock mine which is 4.2 km deep!  He's the shy aboriginal guy who I've been with several times before, a sweet kisser and quite skilled in pleasuring men.

But it was no contest:   I ignored the text from the 27 year old  (I'll apologize to him today), told the 25 year old that we would get together another day and invited Miner Dude over for a few hours of sweet sexytime.  I now consider him a true Fuck Buddy, my first.   




 

Gay versus straight hookups

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LGBTQ workshop

"Real life" continues to get in the way of my blogging.  I just don't have the time to do it!

In the past week, I've met several great guys, chatted with many others and attended an exciting. two-day LGBT workshop arranged by my school division.  Every school in our district (elementary, middle and secondary) sent a team which included the school's principal, a teacher and usually someone in the student services department.

The workshops were run by national-level experts in the field of supporting LGBTQ children and teenagers.  The knowledge and understanding gained by the participants was extremely valuable and it will greatly influence how we deal with our entire school community, LGBTQ or otherwise.

As the only "out" teacher at my school, I've become something of a gay poster boy and get invited to every LGBTQ event in town, many connected with education.  It was very gratifying to see the commitment of the principals during the workshop and how hard they worked to understand (for example) the complex issue of transgender individuals and how our sexuality can be quite a fluid thing.

In another extremely exciting development, I met the "out" principal of our largest elementary school, a 55 year old father of three who recently married my daughter's former grade seven teacher, a father of two!  Both men were formerly married to women and came out in their mid-40s.  A gay power couple!  Both are on our town's Pride organizing committee which I hope to join soon.

I left the workshops with an enormous sense of gratitude for being Canadian and for working in school division which works so hard to support .... celebrate, even....  LGBTQ folks in our school community; teachers, staff, students and parents alike. 
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I continue to see many spectacular, naked men during my daily swimming visits to our town's athletic complex.  Most days, I see men as fine as one those pictured here from My own Private Locker Room..

The whole scene reminds me of one of my favourite blogs on my blogroll:  Guess his Cock.   Quite often, I will see some guy who looks quite ordinary-looking while wearing his clothes, scarcely warranting a second glance.  But then he strips off in the locker room ... OMFG! .... revealing a magnificent cock and ass and a fine body.  Lesson learned! 

My attempt to swim in the morning before work was a total washout for two reasons.  First, it is impossible to zone out and immerse myself in the swimming because my head is swirling with the 1,001 different tasks must to to get through my busy school day.

Secondly,  there is NO eye-candy at 8:00 am at my gym.  None! At that hour, the only men in the locker room are in the +70 age group with nary a triathlete among them. Big bellies, layers of flab, liver spots and balls hanging low in sagging, wrinkled scrotums are the norm. 

Yes, I know I am being unkind and yes, I know that I will look like them one day.  But the reality is, I just can't look at them right now, especially early in the morning.

Through experimentation, I've determined that the prime viewing times for the finest men are weeknights (except for Friday and Saturday nights) between 8:00 -10:00 pm. 

All the hot 20-something men are done with school, work and supper and have completed their workouts.  They congregate in the communal showers (fully naked), sauna (wearing underwear or a low-slung towel) or in the whirlpool (in underwear only.)

Last night, a 20ish carpenter with lovely, natural muscles stood up in the sauna and his low-slug towel slipped off his slim hips and hit the floor (oops!!!) revealing a beautiful ass with those lovely hollows on the sides and a flash of peen.  Too funny!.

Sexy gay gifs

I really like these gay gifs and, boy,  do they bring in the pageviews from Google searches!

I promised all the sweet details of my hookup with the Magnificent Ballet Dancer, but I'm just too busy!  I don't want my blogging or reading of blogs to interfere with my  personal life, but I hope to post about it on Tuesday.  So here are few Random Sunday thoughts.

1.  Follow-up on a past story:  Due to our marital drama, my ex-wife and I had NOT submitted our tax returns for the past four year.  This was a grave concern to me but she finally did all our taxes this past summer.   In late September, I blogged about receiving a six-page audit notice from Revenue Canada. I was sick with worry and stress.

My wife (with assistance from me) spent a month correcting multiple errors and obtaining countless documents relating to our divorce agreement, proof of residency and child custody issues.  This highly stressful process was accompanied by much abusive texting from her.

Today, I opened a letter from Revenue Canada with a sense of foreboding; it was the final verdict on the audit!  When I read the assessment, I shouted out loud: "Woah!  Holy Shit!" and shed a few tears.

I had expected to be charged an additional $2,000 to $5,000 in taxes but Revenue Canada accepted our submission as correct.  I owed them a pittance:  less than $300... an enormous relief!  I hope the audit on my wife's returns worked out just as well, but I'm thinking that our tax nightmare is over.

2.  I now swim every daily and am loving it!   This week, I checked out the scenery at the Masters' Swim Club at my pool.  The club is made up of just over 50% men, mainly fine, fit specimens in the 30 - 50 year age range including a handsome gay university professor who we've worked with.

I'm thinking seriously about joining.  The benefits include the professional coaching, fine men in spandex and a new social outlet for me because the club hosts monthly social events outside of swimming.

3.   And the locker-room eye candy continues to be as fine as ever!  One unexpected delight is the younger men (20 - 30) who come to work out but not swim.  After their workouts, many wear their underwear into the whirlpool tub and sauna because swimwear is required due to hygenic reasons.

OMFG!  The views are even more spectacular than if they'd been naked!  While most of the straight boys look amazing in their wet, boring Hanes briefs, there are a surprising number wearing designer-brand boxer briefs in lime green and turquoise clinging wetly to juicy asses, cocks and balls.

I love those bouncing balls.    :-)

Do these young men know how 'gay' their underwear is?  Are they really that oblivious to how hot they look?  How revealing wet underwear can be? Do they know that they're driving me (and any other red-blooded gay man) crazy with lust? 

These are some of the questions which I ponder as I look at them.

Hookup with a magnificent ballet dancer

I've been insanely busy this month and haven't kept up with my usual alternate-day posting.  We're facing a double whammy of Semester I tasks (preparing exams and report cards, exam review with students and marking, marking, marking) and starting to prepare for new Semester II courses.

I'm writing this post off in a few minutes before I leave for my early morning stint at school, cooking today's offering for our school's Breakfast Club with a group of eager student volunteers.

As well, I've been swimming 30 - 45 minutes daily and I'm really starting to love it!  One of the biggest motivators is the daily sights of many spectacular, naked men in the locker room and sauna.

Like most other people in North America, we've been struggling with some record-breaking low temperatures.  Don't get me wrong... I LOVE winter and all our outdoors sports.  But several weeks of non-stop -30 to -40 C  temperatures, day and night, was really starting to wear me down.  Cold and dark!  But today, we woke up to a balmy -4 C  (25 F).  It's time to break out the summer shorts and T-shirts.  Woo-hoo! 

My water system frozen up again three days ago and I couldn't face the thought of thawing it out so I just hibernated each evening, cuddling with my little dog under a mountain of comforters, watching British murder-mysteries on DVD.  Now, my water is flowing again and all is right with the world.

Oh,  I should mention:   I entertained a gentleman caller for three hours on Wednesday evening.   A 27 year-old Hispanic ballet dancer, raised in Montreal but currently living in Toronto.  6'-2", 160 pounds, handsome, muscular, passionate, vocal (a moaner / screamer), intelligent, witty, sexually experienced, and with magnificent thighs and the biggest cock I've ever met.  A monster!

He was as spectacular as any of the naked male dancers pictured here.

In my whole gay journey, I'm sure that my time spent with Magnificent Ballet Dancer will turn out to be a life-changing experience;  one that has affected me deeply in ways that I haven't even begun to process.

But I must head off to school now .... details to follow.   lol

Swamped on Squirt

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In praise of Aboriginal men

At 44, Miner Dude, who I mentioned in my last post, was much older than the inexperienced 22 year old men I often hook up with.

The difference was that he had spent his entire adult life giving pleasure to men and was also a million times more skilled than the married gay virgins I often hook up with.  The latter are good at receiving pleasure but make no effort in giving it and in fact,  wouldn't know what to do to pleasure a man.

Miner Dude was the sweetest, most skilled lover I've ever had. He is Aboriginal, 6'-1", works in a deep rock mine some 300 km away and has lovely, natural muscles you'd expect from a blue-collar guy;  great biceps, pecs, ass and thighs. Yum!  All the pics here resemble Miner Dude in some way.

I've been with many Aboriginal (native-Canadian) men and they're emerging as my favourite.  I love their smooth, brown skin, dark brown eyes, beautiful facial structure, especially the high cheekbones, and their shyness.  Most don't speak at all during our hookups which makes our non-verbal encounters even more passionate, I think.

But what I love most about Aboriginal men is their sensual manner, intensity and their focus on giving and receiving pleasure.  I don't always find in white dudes who can be much more uptight.  

Miner dude wasn't at all ripped but actually had a bit of padding but that just made it feel even better when we lay on top of each other.  When I first saw him in his hotel room, I said, "Wow!  You're way more handsome in person!  You really need to get a better profile picture on pof." 

What followed was the sweetest, most pleasurable sexual encounter I've ever had.... ever.  Kissing, handjobs, blowjobs and 69, he was good at them all!  

He was a fantastic kisser (... rather, together, we both were) and we kissed for hours in every way; sweetly, aggressively, with much tongue-sucking or none at all.   What I liked most about him was that he kept his hands busy during kissing, as I always do, running our hands over each other bodies or giving each other a silicone-lubed cock or anal massage while kissing.


At times, we lay together with our lips pressed together completely motionless,  just breathing into each other, while our hands did their magic elsewhere.  Very intimate!

I tore myself away after three hours which is a very, very long time for a hotel-room hookup with a complete stranger.

As I left, Miner Dude and I agreed that we wanted to see each other again on a regular basis when he comes into town every month or two.  I hope this happens!

* NOTE:  I now have two blue-collar dudes as regular activity buddies.  I haven't blogged about him recently, but my other construction worker, Jamie and I have been getting together a couple of times each month or so .... and our encounters just seem to get sweeter and sweeter.