A non-post

I'm sorry for the lack of posting, dudes and dudettes, but I've had virtually no affordable internet access (or time) for many days.   I'm presently cruising the Greek Islands having had a fantastic time visiting Turkey, Athens,  Delphi etc.   Adventures and hot men galore but only to look at.  :-(

OMFG!  Life-changing experience!

Hot and well-dressed sidewalk cafe dudes on Crete.

My Big Fat Greek School Trip Post #2

Another Greek Grindr hottie

My late-night thoughts on my exciting Greek adventure: My observations are definitely made through a gay lens  but I make no apologies for that.

1.  I was overwhelmed by the beauty and  structural engineering and innovation which was required to build the Parthenon.  Now, we're in Delphi in a spectacular mountainous region north of Athens. The ancient ruins are just awe-inspring!

Me at the Parthenon

2.  We're touring alongside a high school group from Italy, filled with gorgeous, sexy Italian boys and their even hotter and stylish male teachers.  Woot!  Both of our groups are going to an alcohol-free dance club tonight which should provide much eye candy.

3.  The vast majority of Greek men I've seen, rural or urban, are very slim and  just inspirational to me!  It strengthens my resolve not to fall into the North American obesity trap.

4.  I'm crazed with lust most of the time....  Greek men of all ages are as sexy as hell.  My horniness problem also stems from the fact that I'm not getting any.  :-(

5.  Did the ancient Greeks have as bad a case of cock-worship as it seems?  I couldn't resist buying an erotic tourist calendar with big, erect cocks prominently featured.

6.  I loved the beefy thighs in white tights on the ceremonial guards, but must their outfits be so silly?   Too bad the tunics weren't shorter, to better show off their bulges and asses.

7.  I regretted logging onto Grindr while in Athens.  I received many messages from sweet, sexy and gorgeous men (20 to 30) when I had no chance to meet up with them.  They're part of the Greek "Lost Generation",  facing 60% unemployment and most likely living with family and unable to host.

They were so polite, sincere and horny as hell and each send me repeated messages to hook up but in the end, I turned them all down.  I hope they didn't think I was a cock tease!

Hot European men

Here's an early-morning SmartPhone post on day 2 of our adventure just before we head out into Athens.  All of today's pics are of Athens men who messaged ne on Grindr.

1.  Athens is fucking freezing! (-10 C) but it will warm up later in the week.  It's feels even colder than back home because of the dampness.  Luckily I brought warm winter clothes.

2.  European men are absolutely gorgeous!  Generally, they're very much hotter than the ones I see back home even in Toronto or DC.  (This observation is based only the men in the Frankfurt airport and in Athens, men in the 18 - 55 age range. )

The reasons:  A.  Here; there is not the obesity problem of North America.  All the men look fit and are far slimmer than back home.  I've not seen a single chubby guy in his 20s.
B.  They all wear really TIGHT jeans, super stylish and all embellished with design elements; be it the distressed or bleached look,  metal accents, embroidered designs and the like.  C:   Every man wears fabulous European shoes.  'Nuff said.  It makes an eenormous difference so matter what else a man is wearing.
3.  Why didn't anyone tell me how stunning the German men are?  Steely blue eyes, chiseled features, with an air of authority, they all looked like dom tops to me.  The German men in uniform at Frankfurt airport security were so hot;  all our female students (and me) were all a-tingle.

The German hottie security men did random, EXTREMELY thorough body searches which some of our group found upsetting but sadly, I wasn't picked.  Damn!

4.  In Athens,  I switched on Grindr and instantly received many messages from Greek men;  all handsome, dark, slim and in their 20s, some very young and all very, very persistent.  In part, this flurry of interest of interest was because of "The Fresh Meat Syndrome."

There are some interesting differences when compared to similar exchanges back home.  Firstly,  they all sent face pics at a very early stage, unasked.  Such openness!

There was no sexual explicitness at all, no quizzing on cock size or  the inevitable "R U a top?" question.  Refreshing!   And they all wanted to meet for coffee, even the 20 year old dude.  So European!   Back home, 20-ish men NEVER meet me for coffee.

And they were all extremely persistent.  I told them "not available" several times and they kept pushing for a meeting.  Back home, if I tell a 20- something dude "no", he won't ask again.

In Athens,  very bad economic times mean that 20ish men live at home and can never host.  I suspect that their major sexual outlet involves trolling for sex with the countless men in hotels who come here as tourists.

Well, it's time to start banging on doors to make sure our 54 students are awake!

I'm leaving.... on a jet plane.

This is a timed post because at this very moment, Saturday morning, I'm in a plane winging my way to a destination some 6,000 miles (10,000 km) from home.  I'm so excited!

On the down side, I will be accompanied by 54 students and six other teacher-chaperones on an 11-day school trip for Spring Break. I will have no opportunity to sample the beautiful local cock.  None!  :-(

I should add, however, that I will be bringing my silicone lube and other sex supplies along .... just in case.  I will be sharing a room with a cute 34 year old teacher colleague. He's a very nice, funny guy who is deeply closeted and in denial about his attraction to men.  He reminds me very much of how I was at that age.

I will try to post some pictures of our adventures on my usual every-second-day schedule, if I can figure out how to do so with my SmartPhone and if there is free wi-fi. I'll do my best!  But my focus will be to enjoy the special moments as they occur in the present time, not blogging.

The first reader who correctly identifies both of the two countries which we will be visiting will win a valuable prize!  The prize will be determined later and will depend upon who wins.  Hints:

• Throughout history, the men of this country have been regarded as the most beautiful in the world.  All the pics in today's post feature men from the two countries.

• In a strange dichotomy, the women are regarded as the most homely.  Think hairy women with moustaches.

It's so hard!

OHHH!....IT'S SO HARD!    This is another great "Too Much Information" set of questions by Sean of Just a Jeep Guy.  Today's pics came from the tumblr site: Dick 'n Shorts.

1. Which class was the hardest in high school?  I hated phys. ed. because I sucked at all team sports although I was and am very good at individual sports. I was always the last to be picked for every team.

But for some unknown reason, I took phys. ed when I didn't have to throughout all the years of high school.

2. Which is harder - house work or yard work?  I love yard work and never tire of being outdoors.  Other than cooking and cleaning the kitchen, I don't do much housework.  In fact, I haven't owned a working vacuum in the past two years!  This is not a thing to brag about, I know.

3. Which is the hardest household chore?  I find ironing tiresome.  In fact, I probably haven't ironed in about ten years and now only use my iron to wax my cross-country skis.  As a result, I look like a wrinkled, hot mess much of the time.

4. Which is harder, eating right or exercising?  I get a great deal of daily exercise doing things which are fun;  it's effortless!  I love all types of food and sweets in particular, so eating right is difficult.

5. Which is harder, waking up early or staying up late?  I'm very much an early bird and am at my most productive in the early morning.  I rarely stay up past 11:00 pm. 

6. Do you have a hard time deciding what to wear? I usually give little thought to which of my thrift shop finds I put on;  again, this is nothing to brag about. I just jump into my clothes and discover at school, hours later, that I'm wearing my shirt inside out or forgot to put on underwear.

But as part of my gay evolution, I am trying to look less sloppy.  I try very hard to give some thought to how I put myself together and now wear things which are tighter, brighter and more hip.

7. Which is harder, your ass or your abs? Which would you rather?  My ass has proved to be my biggest attraction for gay guys, both online and in real life. I wouldn't change it in any way.  But my belly is becoming more and more flabby.  Hard abs are the most difficult thing for men to achieve, gay or otherwise.

8. It is harder to wade slowly into a body of water or to just jump in?   The water in front of my home is frigid all the time, at least when it's not covered with ice.  The only way to deal with it is to jump right in.

9. How hard is it for you to make decisions?  Not hard at all!  I'm extremely decisive but I give a great deal of thought and research before any decision is made.

10. What's the hardest decision you ever had to make?  After eight years of working as an engineer, I quit my job to return to university to train as a teacher.  The teaching job market was extremely tight and I didn't even truly believe that I could do the job.  I felt that I was taking a huge risk in leaving my career behind.

I was newly married at the time and I was able to make this hard decision only with the support, both emotional and financial, of my new wife.  There, I said something very positive about my ex-wife!

BONUS 
Have you ever taken Viagra or similar drug when you didn't need it?  I've never taken Viagra or Cialis but I am thinking about asking my doctor for a prescription the next time I see her.  Awkward!

At 51.5 years old and with my ambivalence towards topping, I sometimes feel that I could use a bit of "lift" but only when faced with a yearning bottom.

Shy, closeted guy

Hunky Canadian Olympic bobsled team

A couple of years ago when I was hooking up with a lot of inexperienced young guys like Howdy Doody, I had a little contest going wtih myself.  The objective was to see how quickly I could get the pants off a 22 year old after our first meeting.

My record, by the way, was 15 seconds but that was no real challenge when dealing with a horny, frustrated gay virgin.  

On the opposite extreme, I've been trying to get into the pants of a 40 year old guy for over a year.

 I was contacted on pof.com by a Shy Guy who was divorced and had two sons (9 and 11) who mainly lived with him.  He had never done anything with a guy but wanted to so badly... but was too shy to actually do it.

We chatted for many weeks when he finally asked to meet, as long as I agreed to keep my hands to myself. We met in a in a darkened parking lot after dark and he talked non-stop about his history of a growing attraction to men.

He was quite cute, had nice, beefy thighs which filled his pants really well and worked as a Wal-Mart associate.  Not real smart but just irresistible and horny as hell.

Since that initial meeting, we've moved on to texting fairly often followed by other parking lot meetings.  He's very conflicted by his gayness: "I'm never going to come out to my family, ever!" 

Although my goal is to get into his pants, I also enjoy talking to him and hope to help him out with his closeted gay problem. I think a lot of his problem has to do with Catholic guilt.

Last week, to my shock, he invited me to his house to "watch a movie"and sadly, that's exactly what we did. I picked out a movie from his vast collection of recent releases;  a real treat for me as I hadn't seen any of them.  We then we sat on his comfortable couch and watched it on his monstrous flat-screen TV.

It was extremely nice, actually, sort of a "bromance", male-bonding moment but I was getting increasingly horny as our thighs pressed together.

At one point, :I put my hand on his thigh and he nearly jumped out of his skin.  "HOLY!"  he exclaimed!  It was so funny!  I told him:  "At this rate, it will be ten years before I get into your pants!"  and he laughed.

He agreed to come to my house one evening and watch a movie with me in bed in the privacy of the Love Nest.  He's a tough nut to crack but I'm sure he will cave in to my seduction skills eventually!

A fat, heavy cock slapping my belly

This is exactly what I  saw when Italian Dude rode my cock.

The foot-fetish Italian dude who I posted about last summer (The Most Beautiful Cock in the World.") had been messaging me for some weeks but I kept putting him off.  On Friday after school, I finally agreed to meet him again.

 It turned out to be the sweetest, hottest encounter I've had in a long time, and yes, Will, Italian men are the best kissers!

What I expected to be a 30 minute encounter stretched out to three hours as we kissed, sucked, fucked, cuddled and he enjoyed my "beautiful feet."  And we talked and and talked.

He's a confirmed top who rarely bottoms, but he got so horny that he begged me to top him.

Buddy Bear:  "I don't want to.  I'm too tired .... I'm not much of a top!"
Big Italian Cock Dude: "Please! Please!  Let me just ride your cock!"  I agreed and in a flash, he got me rock hard, put on a condom and was lubricating my cock with spit.
Buddy Bear:  Are you serious!  You're using spit as lube?
Big Italian Cock Dude:   I don't have any!
Buddy Bear:  Look in my jacket pocket; I carry lube with me all the time.  I'm a total slut!  lol

With extreme difficulty and much grimacing, he got my fat(ish) cock into his tight ass with me lying on my back. I admired his determination.  Wow!  It looked pretty painful.

It was so-o-o-o hot, watching his O-face as he bounced up and down, his fat, heavy cock slapping my belly EXACTLY like the gif, above, except that his cock was fatter and I don't have a flat belly.  It was so hot, seeing his fat cock squirting hot man-juice onto my hairy chest.  OMFG!

I found out that Italian Cock Dude is very sweet and very funny.  Other than his fat cock, he's handsome and slim with nice scruff on his face and body.  He's just a year younger that me and but we had a dozen or more friends / acquaintances / colleagues in common.  Both of his parents are dead and as an only child, he's very financially secure but seems a bit lonely.

He mentioned the possibility of becoming regular fuck buddies and I said "maybe."   For that to be successful, I'd have to bottom for him.  It's something I have to work up to, that fat cock of his, but I've decided that I want to try it.  

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In other news, I ran into the Middle-Eastern student teacher, Juicy Ass Dude, several times at school this week.   As I expected, he steadfastly refused to meet my eye.  I feel a bit sorry for him;  he's so deeply closeted!

Juicy Ass was chatting up my handsome, hunky, straight colleague (Mike) in the staff room.  Shortly afterwards, Mike talked to me about him:

Mike:    Hey, I was just talking with one of your boys in the staffroom!  He's the gayest guy in the world!  
Buddy Bear:  "WHAT!  He told you about our hookup!"
Mike:  No!  You hooked up with him!  (howls with laughter)  I just assume that you've had sex every gay young guy in town!  (...he was kidding)  But you should have seen the look on your face just now!

And so I was forced to tell Mike the whole sad story. Too funny!