Muscular thighs wrapped around my head

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Giving pleasure to men

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Since I had the hot blowjob session with the 35 year old  married guy (his profile name is BigHammer!) he's messaged me twice requesting round two.  Sadly, the timing wasn't right for us to hook up.

Some online friends have recently expressed the opinion that I am short-changing myself regarding gay sex;  that nearly all of my recent hookups have involved me giving pleasure to the some inexperienced young man.  I'll admit, I've only had one or two really great blowjobs and I've never cum the few times I bottomed or topped.   I know that I really need to find a really experienced versatile guy who can show me the ins and outs of anal sex.

While I would prefer some reciprocation eventually, right now, this is what works for me.  I live about 20 minutes out of town so most hookups can't '/ won't drive to where I am.  My son seems to be living here most of the time now:  hosting is difficult.   We are working non-stop, all weekend and after work on weekdays to prepare for this, my first winter in my new house.   All of this combined with my demanding day job means that I'm too tired for anything too adventurous.

 So, if BigHammer wants to drive out to experience my oral skills, I say, "My mouth is all yours, horny guy!"  At this stage of my gay sexual education, my goal is to devote my life to learning how to pleasure a man.  Practice!  Practice!  Practice!  I especially  love practicing my blowjob skills on such a muscular guy with big, beefy thighs.

--------------------------------------------How about if I finish off Sean's TMI Thursday's questions which I started on the last post?

#5:    The number of careers you've had.  Best?  Worst?
I did all the usual grass-cutting and painting jobs starting as a very young child.... this is pretty much demanded of kids in an immigrant family.   I spent several summers working as a hospital laundry boy.  I collected and washed five tons per day (dry weight) of shitty, pissy, pukey and bloody laundry.   I loved this job for it's warm and colleagial working environment. 

I then worked as a professional engineer in the chemical manufacturing industry for nearly eight years.  In the end, I grew to hate it because of the brutality with which the companies treated their non-union staff.  I spent much of the latter part of my engineering career looking for an escape.

Now as a high school teacher, I love every moment I spent in class with my.  I am so lucky!  It is so much fun working with young people and I have a strong sense that I am making a difference in others' lives.   I have the highest possible level of job satisfaction!   :-)

#6:  The number of operations you've had.  Lots! 

• At five, I had an operation to lower an undescented testicle.  They didn't find it, so that's why have a uni-ball which works just fine, thank you very much. 
• At 12 and again at 14, I broke my thumb skiing and cycling, respectively.  Each time, I had general anesthetic to set the break because each break included a disclocation.  The second incident had to be set with pins because my thumb was broken in two places. 
• At 19, I had a massive involvement of a malignant melanoma which had metasized widely.  I had several lengthy and invasive radical surgeries;  first with the original cancer and months later when I had a couple of recurrences which required even more invasive surgery.

#7:  The number of significant others you've been in love with.
Even though I was gay and didn't know it, I truly believed I loved my wife for much of our marriage.  Even now, I feel a strong affection for her (when she is a vulnerable state and not angry) and a strong hope that things will work out for her.

I was heavily involved with my Special Guy, a married man, for four months early this year when I was at my most vulnerable.  (I haven't yet blogged about him... my feelings are still too raw)  I did believe that I loved him ... or at least the part of him that he allowed me to see.   Or maybe I was just "in lust" with him.   I really don't know.

Too Much Information

I missed Jeep Guy's TMI Thursday this week, so here it is!  This one is rather long so for now, I'm doing just half of it.  The pics from Awkward Family Photos are a nod to Sean's Dogably Pawfect Saturday....

STOP AND COUNT.

1.  The number of homes you've lived in.   I lived in my parents' home from birth until I was 22.  At 27, I built (personally, with my family) a rather grand home on an 'executive-sized' suburban lot in which we raised our family for 22 years.   As part of my divorce, we sold our marital home last April and I acquired my present spectacular waterfront property. 

From the ages of 22 - 27, I rented five or six different houses, apartments and rooms as my career took me from Quebec, Ontario, Newfoundland and British Columbia.   I liked every place in which lived but for me, owning my own home was of primary importance.

2.  The number of cars that you've had.   I have no interest in cars other than to get me from "A" to "B" and will never buy a new car, ever in my life.   I tend to buy cars which are two to six years old and drive them until they are around fourteen years old. 

The cars I've had include:
-early 80s Ford pickup truck.  Loved it!  The vehicle of my youth!
-late 80s Dodge Colt  (Mitsubishi).   Drove it in major cities all over Canada.... My favourite ever car.
-mid 80s Ford Tempo.   Biggest pile of ka-ka ever built.
-early 90s Mercury Sable wagon.  Boring "okay" familly car, great for carrying loads of kids.  I drove it until the frame rusted through and it collapsed on the highway....
-late 90s Chevy Astro Van.   Fond memories of this reliable gas guzzler as we used it for driving trips all over the continent.
-six year old Toyota Corolla.  My present car.  I like it!  I am now 'sold' on Toyotas, but a full-sized pickup truck would be a better fit for my rural lifestyle if it weren't for the terrible gas mileage.

3.  Approximate number of sexual encounters you've had.  
My wife is the first and only woman I had sex with |(I was a virgin well into my 20s.)    We had a lot of it in the early days of our marriage but it dwindled off to no sex at all within five years.... for reasons we now all know, but I didn't figure out until ten years later.  I was gay!

Since January 2012 when I signed up on pof.com, I've hooked up around once a week... maybe a little bit less, if you count casual encounters such as back seat blowjobs.  I could hook up every day as I still seem to be very popular with desirable guys of all ages, but job and family demands and hosting problems limit my availability.

4.  Number of siblings you have.   I have one older brother.  Although I'm the youngest in the family, my role was that of the "older, responsible, first-born child" because my brother had his problems and dramas growing up.  Most parental attention was (and still is) focussed on him. 

My wife used to get enraged by the way my parents treated me as compared to my brother but I always told her, "It has made a stronger, more independent person."

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Sucking some straight cock (NSFW)

These pics from oraljoes.tumblr.com/ all resemble the beefy guy in this story.  Woo-hoo!

I frequently receive messages on pof.com from "straight" married guys asking for a blowjob.  Many are guys are in their 50s " with a few extra pounds" listed on their profiles.  In my experience, a "few extra" translates into at least forty pounds.   I respond politely and tell them that I steer clear of married guys.  That is more-or-less true, but truth be told, I don't like giving blowjobs with a huge belly hanging down in my face.

But my "rule" against hooking up with married guys flies out the window when he is in his sexual prime (mid 30s) and describes himself as "athletic", "handsome", "virile" and having a "thick, long, uncut cock."  But these youngish married guys are much harder to get into bed than the horny 22 year olds or the less-sought-after older men.

Invariably, these young married guys send me flirtatious, sexy messages until the time comes to actually make a hookup arrangement.  They`re paranoid about discretion so they invariably stop communicating or even delete their pof profiles entirely!

So I was delighted last night when I got a message from a former (minor league) hockey player, 35, big cocked, athletic, married with young children and horny as hell.  He had flirted with me last summer but under a different profile name which he had since deleted:

Horny 35 year old:     Are you free tonite?
Buddy Bear:               Yes, what do you have in mind.
Horny:                        
So I'm a very clean big cocked married man
I'm free now tell about 10 or so
I'm very horny today
I'm all showered and my big balls are nicely shaved
I have a big hot load ready for you
BB:   (note:  this is my standard 'sales pitch.')                     
A blowjob is my favourite thing to do especially on a masculine straight guy. I'm very good at it!  I'd love to have your throbbing cock in my mouth, emptying it's load..... LOVE IT!  Cock worship!!
Horny:       l'll cum out there.  I want this now.


Within the hour, Horny had driven over 30 minutes through a driving rain to meet me at my friend's vacant cottage nearby.  (I keep an eye on the place during winter as my friends live far away.)  I couldn't host at home because my son was there.

He was a fine specimen of manhood, 6'-4", muscled (but carrying some extra weight since his hockey-playing days), goateed and lightly furry.  So masculine....  and SO nervous!

The cottage was freezing cold, so I turned on the natural gas fireplace and lit a few candles.  He stripped completely naked and we got down to business on some cushions in front of the fireplace.

He was a newbie, I'm sure, so I explained that every man I ever sucked had a different sexual response.  I needed some direction from him so he could get the most pleasure possible.

It turned out to be the hottest blowjob I ever gave!  Married men always seem to be so into it, just insatiable!  All that pent-up sexual energy!!.....  He was very verbal, moaning and talking slutty, at times sounding like a bad porn flick but I knew it was genuine, "Ya...oh yea, baby!   Suck it!... make love to my cock!!... oooo... oh, yea...  Slow down, you want to enjoy it, make it last..... yea.   You want this, don't ya?  Tell me how much you want my cock!!"

I stuck my lubed finger up his rear end and gave him a prostate massage.... he really liked that... "Oh yea... do it!   Lick my ass!"  and then asked me to rim him.  When I gave him an aggressive rim job, he started moaning like a banshee!  He was so into it,  I wondered, "Do straight guys enjoy being rimmed this much?"

Just as he was about to cum, he grabbed onto my hair with both beefy hands and stopped the motion of my head.  I deep throated his cock as it throbbed and throbbed.... and with my finger, I felt his asshole clenching and prostate throbbing....  Normally, I don't allow a guy to grab onto my head during a blowjob but he was gentle.  It was extremely hot with him controlling the action like that.

I spit into my  cum rag and wiped lube and cum off his cock and he did wiped it again.  (concealing the evidence!)    He seemed in a daze as literally sprinted towards the door.

I wonder if I'll see him again?   I felt sorry for him a bit, a youngish married guy with children who was just starting down a very slippery slope.....
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Suicides at my school

The world has been following the story of Amanda Todd, the British Columbia teenagers who committed suicide two weeks ago after years of cyberbullying. 

Two students connected with our school committed suicide this weekend.   One, a grade 9 girl, is a current student and there's been much speculation that her suicide was a 'copycat' situation.   The other suicide was a young man, aged 20, who graduated two years ago and in fact, had been my student.   Our school goes through a student suicide every two or three years or so, so this frequency is quite unusual. 

Since coming out and becoming extremely 'gay-aware', I now consider the possibility that any young person who commits suicide could have been questioning his / her sexuality.   LGBTQ youth have a much higher incidence of suicide and depression than their straight counterparts.  Reliable data on this isn't available but some sources suggest that suicide rates among gay youth could be eight times greater than in the straight population.  

About five years ago, I had a stereotypical `jock` - type student in my class for grades 11 and 12:  handsome, hyper-masculine, star quarterback, city champion wrestler with a cheerleader girlfriend.    But he was quite vocal about his homophobia, a rarity amongst senior students here.  I would even hear whispered homophobic remarks (I suspect) directed at me during class. 

I constantly wondered about his sexuality .... it was very much a `He doth protest too much, methinks` situation.   He graduated,  spent a year at university far from home, returned home for Spring Break and hung himself in his parents` home.   I remain absolutely convinced that he had discovered he was gay and couldn`t deal with the pressures of that:  from his family, society and most importantly, from himseslf.

Several of my teacher-collegues believe, based on long experience, that is the young men enrolled in the lower-rung classes* who suffer the most upon realizing that they are gay.   They are absolutely devastated by this self-realization and are often the most successful at commmiting suicide;  we live in a prime moose-hunting area and rifles are in abundance.

*variously called basic level, remedial, applied or tech-stream.

For a young man discovering that he is gay, his expectations of societal norms such dating a girl, sticking his cock into a vagina, marrying and having children are all shot to hell.  He might not be smart or experienced enough to realize that he could have a rich and full life as a gay man, partly because there are no gay role models in his life.  Presently, there are no gay teachers at my school who are out to their students.

This is the main reason that I want to be out to my students as soon as possible.   I'd be the coolest, most charismatic, most confident gay role for all our students, questioning, straight or LGBTQ.  The fact that I was married and had children before coming out would only be a positive, rerinforcing the fact that our sexuality is complex and for some, not easily understood.

And yet.... I'm holding back for now.  My son is in grade 11 at my school and many of his friends are my students.  Until my divorce is safely finalized and I know for sure that he will be okay, I won't officially come out to my students, although many of them, I think, already know.

Bottoms seeking a top

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A lesbian mom in her slut phase

I did NOT take these pics!  From:  menwearingjeans501.tumblr.com

Last night was Parents' Night at my school and I had the pleasure of meeting with numerous hot Dads looking like the guys pictured here. Woo-hoo!   Lots of burly, hairy, masculine men.

I'm always pleasantly surprised that these straight men wear such tight jeans. Distracting!  Especially when they're sitting in front of me with their thighs spread wide open! Sadly, all the sexy Dads brought their tubby, lumpy little wives along.

Ours is quite a small town and I fully expect that one day, a couple will arrive for a Parents' Night interview and the husband will turn out to be a guy who I've hooked up with. Awkward!!

A commenter on my last post was concerned that I was planning to host random hook-up guys in my home while my kids were home.  (I won't be)

But coincidentally, this subject came up in class last week.  One of my grade ten students is always very tired and invariably falls asleep with his head on his desk.  I asked him during class: "Why are you so tired all the time?  Are you up all night doing online computer games?"   This is a very common problem amongst the young men in our classes.

He was indignant: "NO!  My parents, they're divorced .... .right?   And my mom's a lesbian... okay?  I don't care that she's a lesbian.... great!   But that's not the problem.

But she brings these women home.... but does she have to bring home a different one EVERY NIGHT??   Last night she brought some chick home from her hockey team and they were going at it all night long!   THEY DIDN'T STOP FOR EIGHT HOURS!!   I had my pillow over my head but I didn't sleep at all!!!

A few observations:

1. He wasn't troubled in the slightest by the fact that his mother came out as gay.


2. This whole exchange occurred with an entire class of 15 - 16 year olds listening in.   There were no smirks or whispered conversations.  No one else seemed to think it was a big deal.  Ours is a fairly remote, blue-collar town but this speaks to the high degree of acceptance of LGBTQ people amongst the young people in Canada.  It just isn't a big deal.


3. As a newly-out gay guy leaving an unhappy marriage, I fully understand that this parent is wallowing in her slut phase and I sympathized with her situation.   I'd be  hooking up with many more guys if it wasn't for my hosting difficulties.


4. As a teacher, it isn't my job to comment on a parent's sex life.... in fact, that would be highly awkward and unprofessional.


5. But it is my job to ensure the student is successful as possible in his academic work. 

So.... I by-passed the school administration and spoke directly to the school social worker;  a fantastic woman who works tirelessly on behalf of our troubled students, LGBTQ and otherwise.   She agreed that this was an academic problem and scheduled a meeting with the student. 

I heard through the grapevine that the mom also was called into a meeting later in the week;   I'm fairly sure that the student's problem in getting enough sleep will be resolved quickly.