The Treasure Trail

First, a shout-out to my fellow blogger at The Treasure Trail who wrote such generous remarks about my story-telling.  ***blush***.  You're too kind!

I love a good treasure trail as well and see some fine examples every day in the locker room at my athletic complex, especially on younger, leaner dudes.  As a "thank you", I've posted some treasure trail pics including one of my own, taken just moments ago.

I had a nice treasure trail in my 20s, a blonde, thin line tracking down my concave and otherwise hairless belly and I liked it even back then.

In my hairier middle-age, my treasure trail has widened considerably as has my waistline.  I don't think it qualifies as a treasure trail at all!

And a second shout-out goes to my tantric massage practitioner and now, real-life friend, Rick of Torn Jeans, who is so eagerly following my story about Brazilian Boys #1 and #2. Thanks, Rick!   I'm just telling my story as it unfolds so I don't know how it will end up.

Yesterday at school, I received numerous messages from both boys (so sweet!) and arranged to host Brazilian Boy #1 here on  Sunday morning and Brazilian Boy #2 on an evening early next week.  I'll keep you posted!

It is a chilly Victoria Day weekend here in the Great White North.   Daytime temperatures are still in the single digits (<10 C) with most nights just below freezing.  So it doesn't seem very springlike here just yet;  about half of our inland lakes are still ice-covered.

My middle daughter is here for the week and luckily, our work schedules have matched exactly.  We drive to and from work together each day and spend the evening cooking and hanging out, watching DVDs such as the Gilmore Girls and 30 Minute Meals with Rachael Ray.  How nerdy is that!

My youngest son is here too but I rarely see him except when he comes to eat.  He spends much time in town with his friends.

My oldest daughter has a very busy work schedule so I rarely see her these days.  :-(.  Today, for example, she cooks at her regular restaurant job from 7:30 - 1:00 pm making breakfasts, soup and sandwich specials of the day and salads.  Then, she cooks at her paid internship at the top gourmet restaurant in town from 3:00 pm to 11:00 or later.

The internship is around 40 hours per week but she needs to cook for three shifts a week to keep her regular job which is her only source of income during the school year.

Otherwise, everything is going well here!  I look forward to a long weekend of working on my renovations, hanging out with my daughter, walking my son's dog, going to the athletic complex to check out the hot, naked men swim and hanging the my parents and all my kids over to dinner on Monday.  Sweet!

This is me, sucking in my gut.

Two Brazilian boys

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Thick cocks in the shower

Shower Daddy, pic 1

Shower Daddy, pic 2

I was going to post about last week's exciting LGBTQ student conference but, blog whore that I am, I decided to go for a title which would maximize my page views.  Anyway, I'm too busy for a thoughtful post and am still extremely exhausted and distracted from last week's work-related drama involving my administrators.

My teachers' union president spoke to them and the situation does seem to be easing somewhat, but I will remain in a constant state of stress until I leave the school forever at the end of next month.  Only 28 more school days left.  Woo-hoo!
 
I go to the athletic complex daily but lately, I haven't had time to swim every day.  Instead, I've been working very long hours at school, catching up on work and packing up my classroom after 15 years.

Instead of swimming, I relax in the scorching-hot sauna, sit in the whirlpool tub and have a leisurely shower in the open-concept shower room. 

Every day without fail, I'm treated to sights of thick, flopping, uncut cocks on fit dudes, aged 20 - 40+.  It has caused me to seriously reconsider what I consider an average-sized cock ... it must be something in the water.

Yesterday, I enjoyed a long shower beside an early 30s, handsome, scruffy-faced Shower Daddy, 6'-3" who was there with his two year old son.  He looked exactly like the dude pictured at the very top this post and the dude in the gif below, except with an even thicker cock, more tattoos and an even more voluptuous ass.

Shower Daddy was one of the finest physical specimens I'd ever seen.  Sluurp!  I was having palpitations, he was so hot!

TMI: Make mine a double!

I always enjoy answering Sean's Too Much Information questions.    And I don't want to blog about my week right now which was partly fabulous but mainly stressful. 

By the way, the LGBTQ student conference I attended was fantastic, during which I unexpectedly ended up on stage, microphone in hand, telling my coming-out story to a gathering of 100 students, teachers, superintendents and directors of education!  Details to follow in my Sunday post.

MAKE MINE A DOUBLE!

1. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? I'm not much of a drinker although I do enjoy one or two drinks. Any more than that and I just feel sick; I think it's a hold-over from the nausea I experienced during my cancer treatments.

I haven't gotten seriously drunk in many years. It takes me days to recover; I just don't think that it's worth the buzz.

I never keep alcohol in the house but do buy beer and red wine for my guests. I do occasionally enjoy sneaking a drink out of my father's liquor cabinet.  Rye whiskey (also called Canadian whiskey) is my my first choice and Bacardi rum a close second.

2. What kind of wine do you prefer? I only buy red wine and invariably select a moderately-priced Canadian; there are some fantastic wines made in British Columbia's Okanagan Valley.

3. Do you have a favorite beer? When in a bar, I always order a glass of a local beer on tap, the darker and stronger the better.

4. Can you taste the difference between vodkas? No. I always drink vodka with juice so I can pretend that it's a healthy choice. All that sweetness masks the vodka taste.

5. Are you a top shelf or rail kinda person? Definitely not top shelf!  But I do buy liquor from a reputable distiller.

One time, I bought an $8.00 bottle of rum while in Cuba and discovered what really terrible liquor was like. Every drink gave me a headache which resembled someone pounding a nail into my skull.

6. What was your most memorable (good, bad or embarrassing) drinking experience? When I was 26 and plenty old enough to know better, I had just quit my engineering job in Quebec and my colleagues took me out to get rip-roaring drunk. I insisted on walking the few miles home at 2:00 a.m.by myself, along some railroad tracks.

Although I was barely able to stand, I climbed to the top of the telephone pole to steal a couple of antique green glass insulators, above.  I inched my way up, caterpillar fashion, by hugging the pole with my arms and thighs.  It was lucky that I wasn't killed!

BONUS Have you ever drunk dialed?  Nope. But I've drunk blogged in a minor sort of way.

Father-daughter dump day

I'm heading off today to the LGBTQ student conference today in a small town some 400 km away.with ten gay, lesbian and trans students and my lesbian co-chaperone.  It should be fun!

But in the meantime, here are some random comments:

I live in a rural area about 15 km outside of a smallish city, so most of the men I see in the neighbourhood and at the garbage dump are blue-jeans and T-shirts, hunting and fishing kind of guys.  

They all look like the guys pictured here, except with bigger bellies on the older ones.  I like the naturalness of these masculine guys.  I only wish that:  (1) they would wear tighter jeans and (2) that I could suck the cocks of more guys like them. 

1.  My oldest daughter (in culinary school) got a four month paid internship in the top gourmet restaurant in town;  one that's listed on the "Top ____ Places to eat in Canada."  She had to work in their kitchen for a full shift as part of the interview process and we're very proud that she 'held her own' in that professional environment. But she's been cooking since she was two and knows her way around any kitchen.

2.  My son passed the bariatric medical assesment required for his commercial diving program which was his final hurdle.  So it looks like he'll be in the program in September;  I still have very mixed feelings about this hazardous choice of occupation.  Also, I'll miss him a lot.

3.  My son and middle daughter were with me for the past eight days.  We spent much of the weekend hauling six trailer-loads of debris from our construction project to the dump.  It was a real bonding moment, especially with my daughter who's been away for eight months;  she's just fun to be around.  That's her pictured above.

4.  Middle daughter started her summer pharmacy job today with a ten-hour shift.

5.  I submitted my tax return late last night, hours before the deadline.  Woo-hoo!  I was shocked to learn that my three kids earned over a total of  $26,000 with their part-time and summer jobs in 2013.  It's fantastic having your kids earning their own money.  Woo-hoo!

6.  Part of the lateness of my tax submission was that I didn't get any of the required numbers from my ex until a couple of days ago, although she had them months ago.  I think she was just being disorganized rather than oppositional. 

7.  Because our status changed to "divorced" in March 2013, I still had to list my ex's information on my return.   :-(   She refused to divulge her net income to me despite repeated requests (anything to be difficult!), so I had to enter in an estimate number.  I'll need to phone Revenue Canada today to get them to put an explanatory note on my file. 

8.  I talked to my school union reps about my "situation" at school and together, we spoke to our district president.  We haven't had our meeting with my admin but it's great to know that I won't be alone.

Bulging men in spandex

It's been a week with some ups and downs, for sure, with all the negative stuff being work-related.  Today's pictures are from Skin Tight and have nothing to do with the contents of this blog.

1. Next week, I am looking forward to attending an exciting LGBTQ student workshop being held in an even smaller, more remote town with a lesbian colleague from another school and ten teenagers.

The students are an even mixture of lesbians and gays with one trans woman*, a grade 11 student.

*She was born biologically a man but now presents as a woman. By the way, she will be sharing a room with the other teen boys and they're all cool with that. The students all belong to the Gay Straight Alliance at each our two schools; budding social activists, all.

I tried to explain to a straight colleague why this diverse group is so much more special that just your average student club or team. They're all extremely courageous, self-confident and smart. But they're are a self-selecting group.

Any small-town LGBTQ young person grows up "out" and joins a high school GSA must have all those qualities. As permanent "outsiders", I love how the students celebrate each others differences and provide such positive support to each other.

Also, they are very funny and just FABULOUS!

2. I was "spoken to" at school this week by our vice-principal to used to be an elementary school principal. Typical of the breed, she talks to other adults as though they are six years old. Our admin was "concerned" about an anonymous complaint made by the mother of one my grade nine students about various relatively minor (in my mind) issues in my class.

It's all fucking bullshit. Whatever happened to due process? Teacher morale at our school is at an all-time low because our three administrators range from unspeakably bad to just "okay." Our newest VP who we call Jabba the Hut who regularly yells at teachers in the hallway (in front of students) for some minor infraction such as forgetting to remind a student about "The No-Hat Rule."

But the biggest problem is that we have a new principal who seems to encourage parents to complain directly to him rather than the preferred route which is:

A. Student speaks to the teacher about the concern, especially if he or she is a senior. As I constantly remind pushy, interfering "helicopter" parents:  "Our job as parents and teachers is to produce independent, self-sufficient adults."

This does NOT mean a Super Mom  who rushes in to do battle with the education system at every opportunity on behalf of her teenager who is old enough to deal with the situation himself.

B. If the problem isn't resolved, the parent speaks to the teacher.

C. As a final option, the parent speaks to the principal.

So.... I think whatever "problems" existed have been cleared up between me, the parent and the students but I have a meeting on Monday morning with the VP and the Principal.  I will have to use considerable self-restraint to NOT tell them all off.  Fun times!

As an aside, after 15 years at my school, I will be starting the complicated and slightly risky process of transferring to a new school for next September.  Risky because I am giving up a well-established timetable and my own room to end up with a teaching situation which is largely decided by others.

I had decided to transfer (to be closer to my new home) nearly three years ago but my son asked me to not change schools until he graduated from grade 12.  Otherwise, he would have had to switch schools.  At that time, he needed to drive with me to school which was out of zone for school busing purposes.

I was touched that my son was so okay with having me, his gay father, remain as a teacher at his school.  But he's graduating in June so now, I am free to transfer!

After the transfer, I will be guaranteed a job but the actual classes / subjects and school will be fully decided by the principal(s) involved who have the tricky task of dealing with a serious declining enrolment problem.

My hope is that I will be teaching in my area of qualification in a beautiful new high school closest to my home.  This will reduce my commute by some 30,000 km over the remainder of my career, seven years.  Details to follow.

Nudist Erections IV

A Sean predicted, having a post title of "Gay Obese Politician" does not generate as many page views as my blog usually gets!  As a little experiment, I predict that my pageviews today will double.  My previous posts in this series, Nudist Erections,  Nudist Erections II and Nudist Erections III  have generated well over 100,000 views.

Just seeing these sexy, naked men makes me long for Hanlan's Point nude beach on Toronto Island which I hope to visit this summer.

My last post about my lack of attraction to the Obese Politician certainly generated a lot of comment!  I've commented to each one so please check them out.  Thanks to everyone for your diverse points of view!  Here is a run-down of my week so far:

1. I still haven't responded to Obese Politician's last text, asking if I'd be interested in going out with him for coffee or dinner sometimes.  I have been very busy but as well, I'm still not certain how to respond.  I'm actually not that interested in seeing him and my lack of response to him is probably speaking louder than any words I could say.  But I must reply to him eventually.
2. Middle daughter (19) has been with me all week as we've had a relaxing time in the evenings, watching DVDs, cooking, and working around the house.  I've missed her a lot in the eight months she's been away and am grateful for the time we have together.
   
3. My son (17) has been living here for the past couple of weeks, too, but he's what I call a "free agent.".... we don't see much of him as he's either at school, at his internship / work placement, his job at Walmart or with friends.
4. I rarely see my oldest daughter (22) these days and it saddens me.  We get along perfectly well but she's leaving the nest soon and is looking for a rental place to share with a girlfriend.   In meantime, she's busy with school, her cook's job and friends and mainly lives with my ex-wife who she finds "annoying all the time."
5. I haven't been with a man for four days and I'm craving cock, bad.  But I want to spend time with my daughter this week as she is choosing to stay with me.
6. After months of no communication, my ex has been texting me frequently (and politely) as we make preparations for our son's possibly entry into the commercial diving program in September:  living arrangements, scholarship applications, student loans, travel and the like.  I occasionally find her forgetfulness and erratic behaviour annoying but it is much improved from the yelling, hatred and bitterness of four years ago.

That's all for now!