Long time no see, friends.
As with many things (exercise, diet, any new 'habit') I seem to tend to go all gung ho, then have trouble maintaining momentum for the long haul. I'm refocusing on my physical health, so hopefully can make some inroads in other areas as well.
Per usual, little to no action in the wild environs of the midwest. Some chat, some mild flirting, but nothing substantial. I'm gearing up for my annual conference, so hopefully can find a way to satisfy some of that carnal hunger there.
A quick update on many fronts:
Media Diet - have seen quite a few movies lately, from Mamma Mia 2 (fluff, but I'm old so the music was fun) to BlacKKKlansman (disturbing but captivating and makes you sick that it happened during your lifetime). Saw Crazy Rich Asians, Tag, Book Club, Life of the Party, Won't You Be My Neighbor (really good!! But i grew up watching Mr. Rogers, and can appreciate the wonderful kindness and compassion that surrounded him at all times). We've started going to a theater with recliners...super comfortable, sometimes too much and hard to stay awake. TV/Streaming has been catching up on some shows, really liking Schitt's Creek (LOVE Catherine O'Hara) and Atypical on Netflix.
Family/Work - everyone settled into a new school year, my crunch time is over, but we implemented two new systems that are continuing to reverberate across the enterprise. Many calls asking how to do things, why they can't see certain things, and of course, "this is the dumbest thing I've ever used". So just add that onto the list of things to do. My oldest finishes her masters in December, middle is gainfully employed and partially living on her own, and youngest is in college, but living at home. Which has its own challenges.
Naked Man Time - as previously mentioned, next to nothing happening there. I had two instances over the summer, one with a hotel visitor (was ok, nothing spectacular, I topped him and he seemed to enjoy it..) and one with the traveling salesman (it's always good to get a dick in me, and he's a super nice guy with a nice cock). Have hopes to improve on that record soon. I got spoiled last year by traveling three or four times during the year, when a normal year is one or two. I'm ok with 3 or 4. :)
How about you? I was reminded via email that I had a blogger friend that we disconnected for a couple years. Don't want that to happen, so comment away!
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Monday, April 2, 2018
Nothing old, Something new?
As I was working on one cock at my top end, the other was filling me to capacity on the other.
Now that I have your attention...
OK, a bit sophomoric in the humor, but that does get you to read, right?
No changes on my friend's front, actually, she's pretty incognito, rightfully so, should spend time getting better and not time entertaining me at my desk. That's up to the rest of you to do. And there's been no naked action, neither on the home front nor in the field since my last writing.
I do have a lead on a traveling salesman (so cliche, right?) that passes through my area weekly...maybe something can come of that. Nice guy, from our chat so far, physically not exactly in my top 5, but I'm not likely in anyone's top 5 either. But I'm working on it, I've lost over 6 pounds in a week by changing my diet from fattening shit to better food.
It appears I am the "daddy" type for some of the younger crowd, maybe need to take advantage of that. However, that type also is unlikely to be able to have a place to themselves, so that makes things difficult as well.
I suppose I should stop whining and just do something about it, instead of whining to you guys (and girls?? Females, are you out there?)
There's nothing earth shattering or philosophical happening here in the cold of Iowa. Spring should arrive shortly?
Now that I have your attention...
OK, a bit sophomoric in the humor, but that does get you to read, right?
No changes on my friend's front, actually, she's pretty incognito, rightfully so, should spend time getting better and not time entertaining me at my desk. That's up to the rest of you to do. And there's been no naked action, neither on the home front nor in the field since my last writing.
I do have a lead on a traveling salesman (so cliche, right?) that passes through my area weekly...maybe something can come of that. Nice guy, from our chat so far, physically not exactly in my top 5, but I'm not likely in anyone's top 5 either. But I'm working on it, I've lost over 6 pounds in a week by changing my diet from fattening shit to better food.
It appears I am the "daddy" type for some of the younger crowd, maybe need to take advantage of that. However, that type also is unlikely to be able to have a place to themselves, so that makes things difficult as well.
I suppose I should stop whining and just do something about it, instead of whining to you guys (and girls?? Females, are you out there?)
There's nothing earth shattering or philosophical happening here in the cold of Iowa. Spring should arrive shortly?
Friday, March 16, 2018
Serious Abe, For Once.
Hello. It's me.
I've (infrequently) used this forum to post about my exploits, my challenges, my desires, and sometimes my fears. Today, it's a bit more historical and hopefully meaningful.
Being a bi married guy in small town Iowa isn't easy. I know my gay brethren are rolling their eyes and clucking at me, and rightfully so. But I hope that things have changed in our society to allow them to feel more open and fulfilled with their lives than 20 or 30 years ago (or more). My challenge is from my choice, to marry and raise a family, and stick with them to see it through, while battling my own inner desires. And while the stigma of being bisexual isn't as severe as others, and while I'm in a very accepting and supportive workplace, it's complicated by the idea that infidelity magnifies any choices I make.
I've made poor choices, and some would say continue to do so. I've been found out by my partner, and dealt with repercussions that shook our family foundation to the core. I've worked with multiple therapists to uncover what's really going on, and my amateur therapist wife with her own theories. I go through long periods of self hatred and flagellation, usually following a misstep in my plan to be a good, stable, monogamous husband.
For some reason, way back in the early 2000s, I chose to share my situation with a coworker. Something about her felt accepting, comfortable, understanding. Why did I do this? I can recall the exact place this happened, and still think about it as I walk through that office today. Not necessarily the place you would pick to share something so personal. Busy, noisy, bustling, but with enough people around that could overhear any conversations (and probably would LOVE to know more about everyone's private life). My stomach just jumped into my throat just thinking about that conversation.
What did I get in return? Exactly the right thing. A caring, supportive friend that has been a sounding board and a confidant for nearly 20 years of my life. Someone who has been there as I've struggled with my issues, to listen, to advise, to compliment the bulge in my khakis. I'm not sure where I would be without her. OK, probably living in an apartment turning tricks for donut money. But that's beside the point.
As often happens, our paths diverged. She tired of small town life, small town people pulling a Gladys Cravitz and sticking their nose through the curtains to be sure they knew who was walking up to each door in the neighborhood. So she moved on, to the big city of Des Moines, where you can hide in plain sight. Closer to her family, her support, her loving parents and darling niece. Where she can visit her son after work. I get it. But since this is all about me...it sucks.
I miss our daily banter. I miss being able to accidentally bump my dick into her shoulder. Being able to make her laugh that big laugh. But mostly I miss knowing that if I'm struggling, sad, lonely, mournful, or just need a boost, a trip to her cubicle would help me get through it.
Now she faces a challenge. A big, fat, ugly, stupid challenge that way to many people, way to many families have to face. And I want nothing more than to walk into that office and hug the living shit out of her. But mostly, I want her to know how important she has been for me for most of my adult life. And though we haven't spoken in person for, what, six months, and really had a chance to sit and talk for years, it would be the most natural thing in the world to sit down today and start right back up.
So to you, Lippzy, your sonshine, your hot mom, your daddy, and your darling niece...know that I am thinking about you, sending all the strength I can muster...and know I love you all.
I've (infrequently) used this forum to post about my exploits, my challenges, my desires, and sometimes my fears. Today, it's a bit more historical and hopefully meaningful.
Being a bi married guy in small town Iowa isn't easy. I know my gay brethren are rolling their eyes and clucking at me, and rightfully so. But I hope that things have changed in our society to allow them to feel more open and fulfilled with their lives than 20 or 30 years ago (or more). My challenge is from my choice, to marry and raise a family, and stick with them to see it through, while battling my own inner desires. And while the stigma of being bisexual isn't as severe as others, and while I'm in a very accepting and supportive workplace, it's complicated by the idea that infidelity magnifies any choices I make.
I've made poor choices, and some would say continue to do so. I've been found out by my partner, and dealt with repercussions that shook our family foundation to the core. I've worked with multiple therapists to uncover what's really going on, and my amateur therapist wife with her own theories. I go through long periods of self hatred and flagellation, usually following a misstep in my plan to be a good, stable, monogamous husband.
For some reason, way back in the early 2000s, I chose to share my situation with a coworker. Something about her felt accepting, comfortable, understanding. Why did I do this? I can recall the exact place this happened, and still think about it as I walk through that office today. Not necessarily the place you would pick to share something so personal. Busy, noisy, bustling, but with enough people around that could overhear any conversations (and probably would LOVE to know more about everyone's private life). My stomach just jumped into my throat just thinking about that conversation.
What did I get in return? Exactly the right thing. A caring, supportive friend that has been a sounding board and a confidant for nearly 20 years of my life. Someone who has been there as I've struggled with my issues, to listen, to advise, to compliment the bulge in my khakis. I'm not sure where I would be without her. OK, probably living in an apartment turning tricks for donut money. But that's beside the point.
As often happens, our paths diverged. She tired of small town life, small town people pulling a Gladys Cravitz and sticking their nose through the curtains to be sure they knew who was walking up to each door in the neighborhood. So she moved on, to the big city of Des Moines, where you can hide in plain sight. Closer to her family, her support, her loving parents and darling niece. Where she can visit her son after work. I get it. But since this is all about me...it sucks.
I miss our daily banter. I miss being able to accidentally bump my dick into her shoulder. Being able to make her laugh that big laugh. But mostly I miss knowing that if I'm struggling, sad, lonely, mournful, or just need a boost, a trip to her cubicle would help me get through it.
Now she faces a challenge. A big, fat, ugly, stupid challenge that way to many people, way to many families have to face. And I want nothing more than to walk into that office and hug the living shit out of her. But mostly, I want her to know how important she has been for me for most of my adult life. And though we haven't spoken in person for, what, six months, and really had a chance to sit and talk for years, it would be the most natural thing in the world to sit down today and start right back up.
So to you, Lippzy, your sonshine, your hot mom, your daddy, and your darling niece...know that I am thinking about you, sending all the strength I can muster...and know I love you all.
Thursday, August 3, 2017
To hell with the Quirky Titles
It's really just too much work to be inventive and cute with my titles. Maybe my cynical old age is finally catching up with me.
I was reminded I'm not being a very good blogger (at least from the volume of stuff I am putting out there). Part of it is my reluctance to think anything I say is noteworthy or interesting to anyone out there, and part of it is the schedule I keep. So this is my attempt to be more active, in Larry King People News and Views style.
I'm constantly disappointed by people, I have my expectations and the random person on the street fails to meet them most of the time. This would be everything from littering, to upholding your end of a bargain, to ignoring requests at work, to voting in the Presidential election. (my bias might show there a bit)
Coworkers are a gift and a curse. Today, a curse. Hoping to get a gift tomorrow.
It's weird to be home alone, but yet very nice. Sounds like it's about to come to an end. I wish I had more fun to share, but there's been nothing.
A former friend is making bad decisions. Ones that my wife is appalled and disgusted by. Why do I want to reach out and be someone they could at least talk to? Note that people all over our small town are talking about her, and I'm sure she has nowhere to turn. And any kindness or humanity shown to her would be viewed poorly by everyone (and grounds for a huge fight with the wife).
Is it weird that I want to be in an MMF right now? That I so want to lick a cock and pussy that are banging away? Or eat her while getting plowed from behind?
I've lost some weight. Feeling better about how the clothes fit, etc. Why is motivation to continue this beyond the initial push so hard?
If any of you can answer these or other questions...please let me know!
I was reminded I'm not being a very good blogger (at least from the volume of stuff I am putting out there). Part of it is my reluctance to think anything I say is noteworthy or interesting to anyone out there, and part of it is the schedule I keep. So this is my attempt to be more active, in Larry King People News and Views style.
I'm constantly disappointed by people, I have my expectations and the random person on the street fails to meet them most of the time. This would be everything from littering, to upholding your end of a bargain, to ignoring requests at work, to voting in the Presidential election. (my bias might show there a bit)
Coworkers are a gift and a curse. Today, a curse. Hoping to get a gift tomorrow.
It's weird to be home alone, but yet very nice. Sounds like it's about to come to an end. I wish I had more fun to share, but there's been nothing.
A former friend is making bad decisions. Ones that my wife is appalled and disgusted by. Why do I want to reach out and be someone they could at least talk to? Note that people all over our small town are talking about her, and I'm sure she has nowhere to turn. And any kindness or humanity shown to her would be viewed poorly by everyone (and grounds for a huge fight with the wife).
Is it weird that I want to be in an MMF right now? That I so want to lick a cock and pussy that are banging away? Or eat her while getting plowed from behind?
I've lost some weight. Feeling better about how the clothes fit, etc. Why is motivation to continue this beyond the initial push so hard?
If any of you can answer these or other questions...please let me know!
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Trip Trifecta
Many times when I'm out and able, and am perusing the ads, I attempt to find a couple to hang with. Call it a fantasy, or a kink, or whatever fits, but my eyes usually land on a couple looking for a third. The ultimate fantasy (with my bi leanings) would be a MF couple, but that's only happened once, and was an OK experience, but would like to give it another shot.
This time, it happened through a regular hookup, and in conversation through A4A, this young asian bottom boy said he'd love it if I could find another top to fulfill his fantasy of really getting pounded by two guys. I've never been great at party planning, but I gave it my best shot. My first contact seemed promising, however he bailed when things took longer than anticipated. A couple more attempts, and I found a fellow business traveler in the hotel down the road who was up for helping out.
My young friend arrived first, we made some small talk (he was graduating next week from the local college, had a job in town and would be moving downtown in a month. He had a girlfriend who was aware he liked guys too, but didn't want to participate or even hear about it...the "don't ask, don't tell" of having a bi boyfriend, I suppose.
I asked what he wanted from us, he just said he wanted to be fucked by two guys, he's had one but always left wanting more. I assured him that we would show him a good time. Soon enough, a tap on the door let us know our other guest was here. A taller, slender guy, with a buzzed head that showed the stubble of a light brown hair, and a similar length of beard that was just the right amount of fuzz.
The protocol of undressing interests me. Most times, without a word spoken, someone takes the lead and the other(s) follow, whether it be to just climb into the bed clothed and undress as part of the dance...to strip down to underwear and/or shirt, so there's something to pull off when things get hot and heavy...or just to take everything off and get going. This was a strip down and get down to business scenario. (I think our third was heading out of town, and wanted to get going when things ended. Can't blame him, I was in the same situation)
I was not disappointed as we got on either side of our bottom boy. The darker, silky smooth skin contrasting against our two paler bodies, the fullness of his lips as we lightly kissed and touched each other, the unexpected bumping of hands, elbows and more as we each reached for an interesting new body part. I tried to settle in and take in the sights, leaning back watching the other two hungrily kissing, rubbing and touching each other. I watched C (the other top) work his way around D, licking and sucking his nipples, pulling on his dick, then going farther down and licking and sucking his cock and balls. I went down and joined him, sucking while he licked, and licking while he sucked. He soon moved farther down, placed D's legs over his shoulders, and ravaged his young hole with his tongue. I moved back up to talk to D, asking him how it felt to have a hot tongue in his ass, and reminding him that it wouldn't be long until he had both our cocks in there. His moans and breathy "yes..." told me he was ready to get started.
I took a minute to fluff C, he had grabbed a condom and the lube, and I sucked on his cock while he slicked up D's hole. He was appreciative of the effort, but pulled away to turn his attention to our bottom. Legs up, pillow under his lower back, and he was ready. I massaged his chest and shoulders to help ease the initial sting of the invading member, then offered my own dick as a distraction. He hungrily latched on, using a warm wet tongue to keep my unit excited. He periodically came up for air, and moaned his approval at the dicking his ass was taking. Again, I spent some time watching them fuck, seeing C's ass flexing as he pounded, and watching D take each thrust and push back wanting more.
C stopped, and offered me a chance at that ass. I suited up, generously applied lube, and took my position between D's legs. I could hear C in the bathroom cleaning up, but knowing that he was coming back in a bit. I'll say at this point, I have a pretty decent sized cock. And it is a bit of an ego boost to push into an ass, and hear that audible gasp, and be told how deep I'm pushing. He told me how big I was, and how I was stretching him...which only made me swell more.
I leaned down to press my body into D's, and to feel those lips on mine again. After some heavy making out, we were greeted with C's cock between us. I can say without hesitation that this position, me with my cock up a hot young man's ass, and another dick in my mouth, is one of the hottest places and scenes I've ever been in. I was hungrily devouring a nice cock, while mine was causing another to pant an moan, grabbing at my back and ass, pulling me in deeper. In a perfect world, I'd be in this same spot (maybe adding a cock in my ass as well...) about once a week. Pity it took so long for it to happen.
Wanting it to last longer, and feeling C getting harder, I stepped aside and offered D back to him. He gladly flipped him over and entered again. This time, after a quick cleanup, I stood straddling D's back, letting C suck on me while I pulled on his nipples. It wasn't long until C's moans started, so I stepped back to watch him finish off inside of D. Again, always interesting to see how others orgasms unfold. C's hips bucked faster, and as he approached the finish line, he shuddered and spasmed a couple of times, letting out a low grown as he came. I gave him a quick kiss and sent him back into the bathroom to clean up.
I checked in with D, ensuring that he still wanted to be fucked. It was an enthusiastic yes, so I got back inside him. He was on his stomach on the bed, and I was pressing into him with the full length of my cock, and pressing my full weight onto him. "Is this what you wanted, two cocks taking turns on your tight little ass???" "yes..." he hissed. "You like having this big old cock filling you up?" "yes..." "Do you want me to unload and fill this condom in your ass?" "yes...". With increasing speed and depth, increasing grunting and moaning, and finally a series of strong pounding thrusts, I blasted my load. It was as intense as it was loud for me...which is usually not my style. But with everything I'd experienced in the last 20 minutes, I was glad to express my gratitude and appreciation for the willingness of our young friend to entertain us.
So the good news is I got to participate in a fantasy for a nice guy, and he was very appreciative for the experience. The better news is I head back to this fine city next year...hopefully to have the same types of experiences I had during this visit.
Back to my boring, normal existence. But with memories of good times...
This time, it happened through a regular hookup, and in conversation through A4A, this young asian bottom boy said he'd love it if I could find another top to fulfill his fantasy of really getting pounded by two guys. I've never been great at party planning, but I gave it my best shot. My first contact seemed promising, however he bailed when things took longer than anticipated. A couple more attempts, and I found a fellow business traveler in the hotel down the road who was up for helping out.
My young friend arrived first, we made some small talk (he was graduating next week from the local college, had a job in town and would be moving downtown in a month. He had a girlfriend who was aware he liked guys too, but didn't want to participate or even hear about it...the "don't ask, don't tell" of having a bi boyfriend, I suppose.
I asked what he wanted from us, he just said he wanted to be fucked by two guys, he's had one but always left wanting more. I assured him that we would show him a good time. Soon enough, a tap on the door let us know our other guest was here. A taller, slender guy, with a buzzed head that showed the stubble of a light brown hair, and a similar length of beard that was just the right amount of fuzz.
The protocol of undressing interests me. Most times, without a word spoken, someone takes the lead and the other(s) follow, whether it be to just climb into the bed clothed and undress as part of the dance...to strip down to underwear and/or shirt, so there's something to pull off when things get hot and heavy...or just to take everything off and get going. This was a strip down and get down to business scenario. (I think our third was heading out of town, and wanted to get going when things ended. Can't blame him, I was in the same situation)
I was not disappointed as we got on either side of our bottom boy. The darker, silky smooth skin contrasting against our two paler bodies, the fullness of his lips as we lightly kissed and touched each other, the unexpected bumping of hands, elbows and more as we each reached for an interesting new body part. I tried to settle in and take in the sights, leaning back watching the other two hungrily kissing, rubbing and touching each other. I watched C (the other top) work his way around D, licking and sucking his nipples, pulling on his dick, then going farther down and licking and sucking his cock and balls. I went down and joined him, sucking while he licked, and licking while he sucked. He soon moved farther down, placed D's legs over his shoulders, and ravaged his young hole with his tongue. I moved back up to talk to D, asking him how it felt to have a hot tongue in his ass, and reminding him that it wouldn't be long until he had both our cocks in there. His moans and breathy "yes..." told me he was ready to get started.
I took a minute to fluff C, he had grabbed a condom and the lube, and I sucked on his cock while he slicked up D's hole. He was appreciative of the effort, but pulled away to turn his attention to our bottom. Legs up, pillow under his lower back, and he was ready. I massaged his chest and shoulders to help ease the initial sting of the invading member, then offered my own dick as a distraction. He hungrily latched on, using a warm wet tongue to keep my unit excited. He periodically came up for air, and moaned his approval at the dicking his ass was taking. Again, I spent some time watching them fuck, seeing C's ass flexing as he pounded, and watching D take each thrust and push back wanting more.
C stopped, and offered me a chance at that ass. I suited up, generously applied lube, and took my position between D's legs. I could hear C in the bathroom cleaning up, but knowing that he was coming back in a bit. I'll say at this point, I have a pretty decent sized cock. And it is a bit of an ego boost to push into an ass, and hear that audible gasp, and be told how deep I'm pushing. He told me how big I was, and how I was stretching him...which only made me swell more.
I leaned down to press my body into D's, and to feel those lips on mine again. After some heavy making out, we were greeted with C's cock between us. I can say without hesitation that this position, me with my cock up a hot young man's ass, and another dick in my mouth, is one of the hottest places and scenes I've ever been in. I was hungrily devouring a nice cock, while mine was causing another to pant an moan, grabbing at my back and ass, pulling me in deeper. In a perfect world, I'd be in this same spot (maybe adding a cock in my ass as well...) about once a week. Pity it took so long for it to happen.
Wanting it to last longer, and feeling C getting harder, I stepped aside and offered D back to him. He gladly flipped him over and entered again. This time, after a quick cleanup, I stood straddling D's back, letting C suck on me while I pulled on his nipples. It wasn't long until C's moans started, so I stepped back to watch him finish off inside of D. Again, always interesting to see how others orgasms unfold. C's hips bucked faster, and as he approached the finish line, he shuddered and spasmed a couple of times, letting out a low grown as he came. I gave him a quick kiss and sent him back into the bathroom to clean up.
I checked in with D, ensuring that he still wanted to be fucked. It was an enthusiastic yes, so I got back inside him. He was on his stomach on the bed, and I was pressing into him with the full length of my cock, and pressing my full weight onto him. "Is this what you wanted, two cocks taking turns on your tight little ass???" "yes..." he hissed. "You like having this big old cock filling you up?" "yes..." "Do you want me to unload and fill this condom in your ass?" "yes...". With increasing speed and depth, increasing grunting and moaning, and finally a series of strong pounding thrusts, I blasted my load. It was as intense as it was loud for me...which is usually not my style. But with everything I'd experienced in the last 20 minutes, I was glad to express my gratitude and appreciation for the willingness of our young friend to entertain us.
So the good news is I got to participate in a fantasy for a nice guy, and he was very appreciative for the experience. The better news is I head back to this fine city next year...hopefully to have the same types of experiences I had during this visit.
Back to my boring, normal existence. But with memories of good times...
Thursday, May 18, 2017
Triple Trip Two
My second encounter, while at first blush more tame than the first, was very enjoyable in a different way. It was certainly outside the box for me and my previous experience.
Another connection through A4A, this one was a quick turnaround from some messaging the night before. With a screen name like "Top4U" one would think you would know what to expect when you finally got together. But it certainly wasn't that way this time.
We arranged for him to come up to the room after work, before my evening commitment took me out for a while. As the time drew nearer, he was a little more forceful about what he'd like when he got there. I've never really done the whole dom/sub thing, this interested me a bit, just in the "let someone else take control" aspect. His instructions were to respond to his message that he was on my floor by propping the door, and then being naked, on all fours on the bed. I did as asked, although watching closely and ready to react if I didn't feel comfortable.
He entered the room, a medium height, very thin man of about 35. He was wearing sunglasses, it was difficult for me to determine his ethnicity, although his dark hair and skin tone hinted at some asian blood. He approached the bed, ran his hands over my back and ass, swatted my right cheek, and then moved me so I was on my back, looking up at him standing beside the bed. "No marks", I said, and he assured me there wouldn't be.
My nipples were his first target, first pinching (a bit too hard for my liking, but I think that was the idea), then nibbling. I did grunt and squirm a bit, it was a sharp pain that I'm not used to when being with someone. I'm usually a lot more into passionate and tender, and both my experiences so far have been tinged with an attack on my sensitive nips. Was it terrible? No. And I can't say I didn't like it a little...
I reached up to feel his chest, and was pushed away. I then leaned up and rubbed my face and mouth over his crotch, feeling the welcome swelling of his cock pressing against me. The nipple assault was continuing, and drew my attention away from his jeans, and back to my abused chest. I'll have to remember it's a pretty good way to get someone to stop doing what they're doing...
From this point, however, my experience turned to pretty vanilla. For all the talk about being a top, he wasn't interested in fucking at all. I wanted a mouth full of cock (I realize now how slutty that sounds...not apologizing...), and all I got was a tongue on his balls. He continued to rub his hand on my while jacking off with the other. I continued doing what I was doing, his encouragement was keeping me going.
I finally heard the telltale sounds of imminent eruption, and for the first time received a load on my face. I will say while unexpected, it was pretty hot. It wasn't a huge load, but splashed across my face, and didn't taste bad either. He was very quick to run and get me a warm rag to clean up with, which was much appreciated.
So sometimes we have an expectation, it doesn't head in the direction we thought it would, but turns out to be a good thing anyway. I enjoyed my somewhat anonymous encounter and certainly opened my eyes up to future experiences where I'm more of a submissive participant.
How about you? Anything turn out unexpectedly, but still a good experience?
Another connection through A4A, this one was a quick turnaround from some messaging the night before. With a screen name like "Top4U" one would think you would know what to expect when you finally got together. But it certainly wasn't that way this time.
We arranged for him to come up to the room after work, before my evening commitment took me out for a while. As the time drew nearer, he was a little more forceful about what he'd like when he got there. I've never really done the whole dom/sub thing, this interested me a bit, just in the "let someone else take control" aspect. His instructions were to respond to his message that he was on my floor by propping the door, and then being naked, on all fours on the bed. I did as asked, although watching closely and ready to react if I didn't feel comfortable.
He entered the room, a medium height, very thin man of about 35. He was wearing sunglasses, it was difficult for me to determine his ethnicity, although his dark hair and skin tone hinted at some asian blood. He approached the bed, ran his hands over my back and ass, swatted my right cheek, and then moved me so I was on my back, looking up at him standing beside the bed. "No marks", I said, and he assured me there wouldn't be.
My nipples were his first target, first pinching (a bit too hard for my liking, but I think that was the idea), then nibbling. I did grunt and squirm a bit, it was a sharp pain that I'm not used to when being with someone. I'm usually a lot more into passionate and tender, and both my experiences so far have been tinged with an attack on my sensitive nips. Was it terrible? No. And I can't say I didn't like it a little...
I reached up to feel his chest, and was pushed away. I then leaned up and rubbed my face and mouth over his crotch, feeling the welcome swelling of his cock pressing against me. The nipple assault was continuing, and drew my attention away from his jeans, and back to my abused chest. I'll have to remember it's a pretty good way to get someone to stop doing what they're doing...
From this point, however, my experience turned to pretty vanilla. For all the talk about being a top, he wasn't interested in fucking at all. I wanted a mouth full of cock (I realize now how slutty that sounds...not apologizing...), and all I got was a tongue on his balls. He continued to rub his hand on my while jacking off with the other. I continued doing what I was doing, his encouragement was keeping me going.
I finally heard the telltale sounds of imminent eruption, and for the first time received a load on my face. I will say while unexpected, it was pretty hot. It wasn't a huge load, but splashed across my face, and didn't taste bad either. He was very quick to run and get me a warm rag to clean up with, which was much appreciated.
So sometimes we have an expectation, it doesn't head in the direction we thought it would, but turns out to be a good thing anyway. I enjoyed my somewhat anonymous encounter and certainly opened my eyes up to future experiences where I'm more of a submissive participant.
How about you? Anything turn out unexpectedly, but still a good experience?
Monday, May 15, 2017
Triple Trip Travelogue
Part I
If you've followed my blog (and if you haven't, why the hell not?), you'll know that my times traveling on business are my best opportunity for some play time with guys. My home life keeps me incredibly busy and it's difficult to squeeze any time for anything in outside of my responsibilities here. So I was excited to go on a 3 night trip to another Midwest city, one I've never visited before. A non eventful 5 hour drive got me to my destination about suppertime.
I had arranged through A4A a dinner with a couple that seemed to have similar stories to mine...married guys, wanting to explore guy stuff on the side. Although when I got there, I found they were much more advanced than me...both married, but also more open with spouses than me, and had found each other and had a relationship of their own. Kind of my semi-ideal, to have that regular buddy and friend (but without the "I'm only still with my wife for the financial arrangement" piece)
So A picked me up at the hotel about 7...B had a commitment until about 8:30, so we took a quick tour of downtown, and settle in at a bar in the older part of town. An hour of good conversation followed, a drink, some appetizers, and then B arrived for a quick bite. We finished up and headed back to my hotel.
After a slight delay (a phone call had to be made which took longer than expected), we were all up in my room and in various states of undress. I enjoyed settling in to a long session of touching, stroking, kissing, and just getting to know each other. Always interesting to see how different people are with their intimacy, one was a very aggressive kisser, the other more gentle. B was really hard on my nipples, biting them a little harder than i would have liked normally, and when he wasn't biting them, he was pinching and twisting. I tried to squirm a little and let him know he was being a little rough, but my guess is he thought that was enjoyment...which it was, a little.
We took turns all sucking and sharing each other's cocks. Again, interesting differences. A was firm but not hard, even with the work i was putting into it. B was hard, and had copious amounts of pre-cum. I'm not a huge fan of that, but what can you do, right? I enjoyed the time spent on mine, but also got into watching them work on each other. It was obvious they knew each other, and knew what each other liked. I need to do more watching.. :)
They are both tops, so I was looking to maybe get to bottom alternately between the two. A got good and hard, and started fucking my ass. Slowly for the initial part, the adjustment, then harder. It had been a while, so it was a good feeling. Also, he wasn't so big that he was bruising my prostate, just a nice size for filling me up. I was on my back with my head at the edge of the bed so i had access to B's cock for sucking. I did a little sucking, a little moaning, and then I felt B splashing his cum across my chest. A really liked the sight of that, giving it to me harder and moaning his encouragement. I tried to be as good a fuck as i could, trying to match his strokes and squeeze his cock with my ass...it appeared to work, he gave a big groan and then pulled out.
B had gone and retrieved some warm soapy cloths and towels for cleanup, which helped a lot. A went in and did a little bathroom work, returned, and told us that he hadn't cum yet. I was a bit surprised, and wished he would have kept working my ass, I could have used it some more. But he obviously wanted some head to finish off...so B and I shared his cock until he blew on his own stomach.
I'm usually not a big player after I've cum, at least for a little while, but this was all right. It was fun to work it together to make things happen.
We parted company with friendly hugs and kisses, with a promise that if I returned to their city I'd look them up. I liked these guys...if I get there I just might.
Look for Part II later - the skinny visitor...
If you've followed my blog (and if you haven't, why the hell not?), you'll know that my times traveling on business are my best opportunity for some play time with guys. My home life keeps me incredibly busy and it's difficult to squeeze any time for anything in outside of my responsibilities here. So I was excited to go on a 3 night trip to another Midwest city, one I've never visited before. A non eventful 5 hour drive got me to my destination about suppertime.
I had arranged through A4A a dinner with a couple that seemed to have similar stories to mine...married guys, wanting to explore guy stuff on the side. Although when I got there, I found they were much more advanced than me...both married, but also more open with spouses than me, and had found each other and had a relationship of their own. Kind of my semi-ideal, to have that regular buddy and friend (but without the "I'm only still with my wife for the financial arrangement" piece)
So A picked me up at the hotel about 7...B had a commitment until about 8:30, so we took a quick tour of downtown, and settle in at a bar in the older part of town. An hour of good conversation followed, a drink, some appetizers, and then B arrived for a quick bite. We finished up and headed back to my hotel.
After a slight delay (a phone call had to be made which took longer than expected), we were all up in my room and in various states of undress. I enjoyed settling in to a long session of touching, stroking, kissing, and just getting to know each other. Always interesting to see how different people are with their intimacy, one was a very aggressive kisser, the other more gentle. B was really hard on my nipples, biting them a little harder than i would have liked normally, and when he wasn't biting them, he was pinching and twisting. I tried to squirm a little and let him know he was being a little rough, but my guess is he thought that was enjoyment...which it was, a little.
We took turns all sucking and sharing each other's cocks. Again, interesting differences. A was firm but not hard, even with the work i was putting into it. B was hard, and had copious amounts of pre-cum. I'm not a huge fan of that, but what can you do, right? I enjoyed the time spent on mine, but also got into watching them work on each other. It was obvious they knew each other, and knew what each other liked. I need to do more watching.. :)
They are both tops, so I was looking to maybe get to bottom alternately between the two. A got good and hard, and started fucking my ass. Slowly for the initial part, the adjustment, then harder. It had been a while, so it was a good feeling. Also, he wasn't so big that he was bruising my prostate, just a nice size for filling me up. I was on my back with my head at the edge of the bed so i had access to B's cock for sucking. I did a little sucking, a little moaning, and then I felt B splashing his cum across my chest. A really liked the sight of that, giving it to me harder and moaning his encouragement. I tried to be as good a fuck as i could, trying to match his strokes and squeeze his cock with my ass...it appeared to work, he gave a big groan and then pulled out.
B had gone and retrieved some warm soapy cloths and towels for cleanup, which helped a lot. A went in and did a little bathroom work, returned, and told us that he hadn't cum yet. I was a bit surprised, and wished he would have kept working my ass, I could have used it some more. But he obviously wanted some head to finish off...so B and I shared his cock until he blew on his own stomach.
I'm usually not a big player after I've cum, at least for a little while, but this was all right. It was fun to work it together to make things happen.
We parted company with friendly hugs and kisses, with a promise that if I returned to their city I'd look them up. I liked these guys...if I get there I just might.
Look for Part II later - the skinny visitor...
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Frustration, Frustration, and Frustration.
I feel frustration in areas of my life...my wife and I's sex life is nearly non-existent, her health issues and general lack of desire have driven us to this spot. It feels bad to me that I think about sex, and then feel guilty enough that I don't pursue it. We're both busy people, have older children with acute awareness of what Mom and Dad are doing, so that doesn't help either. It seems easy to say "oh, just shut and lock the door...parents need private time", yet doing it knowing that your 18 year old son could walk by the door and know what's going on is a bit disconcerting.
I feel work frustration around the feeling of being powerless. I have control over parts of my work domain, however, when the company proclaims to want something, yet when you offer it up, nobody takes advantage of it...frustration sets in. Especially considering that the people who are the most in need of the skill are those that won't show up to get it. And I cannot require anyone to show up at a meeting, we need the support of their higher-ups, and it's not happening.
I feel frustration around my lack of man-time. I'm doing some work after hours that takes me away from home (but not overnight) and my desire for some blow and go road strange is going unfulfilled as well. Too many are willing to talk the talk, and then when the rubber hits the road, they flake out. A 4 day long Grindr conversation suddenly goes silent as the date and time approaches. I figure I'm being a bit anal regarding wanting to talk for a while and set up a rendezvous, but I'm also trying to do something that I figure will benefit both of us. I guess not.
But I continue the self-flagellation of the chase, and hope that one day soon I'll find my friend-with-benefits prince (and/or princess) charming, who will open their home, mouth, and legs for us to take advantage of this wonderful opportunity of a bi guy down for anything.
(Oh, and I've got high blood pressure now, so I'm on restricted food. Maybe that's why I'm cranky)
I feel work frustration around the feeling of being powerless. I have control over parts of my work domain, however, when the company proclaims to want something, yet when you offer it up, nobody takes advantage of it...frustration sets in. Especially considering that the people who are the most in need of the skill are those that won't show up to get it. And I cannot require anyone to show up at a meeting, we need the support of their higher-ups, and it's not happening.
I feel frustration around my lack of man-time. I'm doing some work after hours that takes me away from home (but not overnight) and my desire for some blow and go road strange is going unfulfilled as well. Too many are willing to talk the talk, and then when the rubber hits the road, they flake out. A 4 day long Grindr conversation suddenly goes silent as the date and time approaches. I figure I'm being a bit anal regarding wanting to talk for a while and set up a rendezvous, but I'm also trying to do something that I figure will benefit both of us. I guess not.
But I continue the self-flagellation of the chase, and hope that one day soon I'll find my friend-with-benefits prince (and/or princess) charming, who will open their home, mouth, and legs for us to take advantage of this wonderful opportunity of a bi guy down for anything.
(Oh, and I've got high blood pressure now, so I'm on restricted food. Maybe that's why I'm cranky)
Monday, November 14, 2016
Ugh
Being sick fucking sucks. Cold that settles in my chest, sinuses draining down my throat...haven't felt this shitty in a long time. Anyone have some menthol cum to help me out?
Friday, November 4, 2016
Travel, Trysts, and a Threesome
Schedules get busy, and sometimes taking the time to write things down takes a back seat to other responsibilities. Getting past the busiest time at work, settling in as the wife gets back into the swing of her job after some time off, and pausing just a bit before my own schedule ramps up again with evening activities, it's time to reflect.
I traveled this fall to Pittsburgh, a fine city that I'd never been to before. As is my usual progression, I began to scout out the local talent about a month before. And as is the usual progression, there was a lot of fun banter with the promise of "when you get to town...", and then when the arrival happens, there is no response. Sometimes I don't know why I try, since I'm always just frustrated with matching up conversationally and (supposedly) physically with a potential playmate with it only to fizzle once I actually arrive.
So, same thing this time, and I resorted to a combination of Grindr and Adam4Adam to try to line up some fun. I had early success with a nice looking businessman, solidly built with a nice cock. Was good to get naked with a guy and feel those strong arms around me, that hungry mouth on mine, the firmness of his shoulders and arms as we were furiously making out. And getting a cock in my mouth for the first time in months, I had a great start to my morning and my trip.
After that, however, it was one frustration after another. The guy who led me on, disappeared for a while, then said he couldn't meet because the fire alarm went off and he couldn't get into his apartment. The couple who always was close, but then found an excuse to pull them away just as we were making plans. The young stud who led me on, then said he could only meet if I drove out 10 miles from downtown to his place...difficult without a vehicle.
I did arrange a couple guys to come over on my last night, again, with a tinge of weirdness all around. The first one to come over was very friendly, and fun to talk to as we watched a baseball game waiting for the other to arrive. It seemed hours before he was able to get there, but he did finally show up about 10. The first guy and I were starting to go, and when we would try to involve the second, he would balk, only wanting to watch. I tried to lick his nipples..."too sensitive". Sucked on his cock for about 10 seconds, then pushed away, and the underwear went back up. But as my first buddy prepared to fuck me, it was nice to have another body to caress and brace myself against as I was impaled. He did a nice job, riding me for quite a while, pounding my ass (which needed it, been so long) until he finally pulled out and blew his load on my back.
I still hadn't gotten much attention on my cock, which is fine, and as number one dressed and left, number two found reasons to stick around. I thought, oh, he wasn't into number one, and wanted some alone time with me. Which he did, however, it was strange. Basically just wanted grind and talk dirty to me about what had happened, then he jacked himself off until he came (or at least he said he did, since nothing came out, but who am I to judge?) After he took off I went back to Grindr, to see if there was anyone in the hotel that might be willing to play. Then I hit a small jackpot...a good looking blonde guy, staying in the hotel I was in, just coming back from the bars. He wanted an anonymous blow and go scene, so I dimmed the lights, he came up and dropped to his knees just inside the door. In just a few minutes, I rewarded him with the thick creamy load I had been holding since the first night I was there. He was very appreciative, and though I would have loved to get him naked in my bed, it appeared he was just into servicing. Which worked for me at the time.
I headed home a little happier, but still longing for the time when I could have someone local to drop in and share these experiences with. Perhaps some day........
I traveled this fall to Pittsburgh, a fine city that I'd never been to before. As is my usual progression, I began to scout out the local talent about a month before. And as is the usual progression, there was a lot of fun banter with the promise of "when you get to town...", and then when the arrival happens, there is no response. Sometimes I don't know why I try, since I'm always just frustrated with matching up conversationally and (supposedly) physically with a potential playmate with it only to fizzle once I actually arrive.
So, same thing this time, and I resorted to a combination of Grindr and Adam4Adam to try to line up some fun. I had early success with a nice looking businessman, solidly built with a nice cock. Was good to get naked with a guy and feel those strong arms around me, that hungry mouth on mine, the firmness of his shoulders and arms as we were furiously making out. And getting a cock in my mouth for the first time in months, I had a great start to my morning and my trip.
After that, however, it was one frustration after another. The guy who led me on, disappeared for a while, then said he couldn't meet because the fire alarm went off and he couldn't get into his apartment. The couple who always was close, but then found an excuse to pull them away just as we were making plans. The young stud who led me on, then said he could only meet if I drove out 10 miles from downtown to his place...difficult without a vehicle.
I did arrange a couple guys to come over on my last night, again, with a tinge of weirdness all around. The first one to come over was very friendly, and fun to talk to as we watched a baseball game waiting for the other to arrive. It seemed hours before he was able to get there, but he did finally show up about 10. The first guy and I were starting to go, and when we would try to involve the second, he would balk, only wanting to watch. I tried to lick his nipples..."too sensitive". Sucked on his cock for about 10 seconds, then pushed away, and the underwear went back up. But as my first buddy prepared to fuck me, it was nice to have another body to caress and brace myself against as I was impaled. He did a nice job, riding me for quite a while, pounding my ass (which needed it, been so long) until he finally pulled out and blew his load on my back.
I still hadn't gotten much attention on my cock, which is fine, and as number one dressed and left, number two found reasons to stick around. I thought, oh, he wasn't into number one, and wanted some alone time with me. Which he did, however, it was strange. Basically just wanted grind and talk dirty to me about what had happened, then he jacked himself off until he came (or at least he said he did, since nothing came out, but who am I to judge?) After he took off I went back to Grindr, to see if there was anyone in the hotel that might be willing to play. Then I hit a small jackpot...a good looking blonde guy, staying in the hotel I was in, just coming back from the bars. He wanted an anonymous blow and go scene, so I dimmed the lights, he came up and dropped to his knees just inside the door. In just a few minutes, I rewarded him with the thick creamy load I had been holding since the first night I was there. He was very appreciative, and though I would have loved to get him naked in my bed, it appeared he was just into servicing. Which worked for me at the time.
I headed home a little happier, but still longing for the time when I could have someone local to drop in and share these experiences with. Perhaps some day........
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Phones, Privacy, and Proximity
I've been scolded for a lack of blog posts, it is the busiest time of year around the office, so hopefully you all can cut me some slack.
There are pros and cons to carrying smartphones. Of course, the list of pros could go on forever. But the cons, well, they can be heavy. We were in the car on the way home and we had a conversation where the key piece of information was in my phone. Someone had texted me a schedule and we needed to know the date. I made the mistake of pulling off the side of the road to check it...rather than just unlock and hand the phone over.
I knew it felt awkward at the time, and later that evening, we had to have "a talk". How she doesn't feel she trusts me because of that, and how it made her feel that I didn't just hand it over. I'm more guarded of my phone than she is, letting the kids, and everyone just use it as they wish. I've never been comfortable with that, and of course, i do have some things that shouldn't be seen hidden away in there. I don't keep pictures in it, but there's a couple apps that wouldn't be good to be stumbled upon. (Google Drive, you lifesaver!)
I'm sure it would have been just fine, but I just don't like people looking at stuff on my phone, makes me very uncomfortable. I don't ask to look at yours, so...
Funny thing, when we have any issues along these lines, we tend to get very hot and heavy in the sex department. It somehow brings us together more, rebuilding trust and comfort, I guess. Not complaining, just observing. We all have reasons we don't get with our partners as much as we should...fatigue, illness, attitude...and we don't take advantage of having our lover next to us as much as we should. I need to be more cognizant of that, I do enjoy our sex life, and we need to take more advantage of it, especially as our kids are starting to be away from home more.
I'm getting better about feeling confident about myself, a little Grindr lurking will knock you down a few pegs if you let it. A younger guy wanted to see more pics, i sent a couple, and then he spent 10 minutes quizzing me about how old the pics were, if I still looked the same, had I changed in any way. Basically asking if I'd gotten fatter than the pics. They were from a year and a half ago, i suppose, so not much had changed. I finally just told him I could see he had reservations, and that I was no longer 25 years old, and bodies don't stay firm and toned like they used to. Of course, that ended the conversation, and I'm sure I was blocked.
I did finally meet the guy from the next town over in person, and as many times like that go, I was disappointed. I felt misled by some things, and while he wanted to do a little more, I wasn't comfortable, and we parted ways. It's never easy, but I've evolved a bit from feeling like I was lucky to attract anyone to thinking there were many more chances out there. A bit of growth, I guess!
I have a trip coming up in October, so I do have that to look forward to...to new adventures!
Let me know how you're doing, I miss talking to you guys.
There are pros and cons to carrying smartphones. Of course, the list of pros could go on forever. But the cons, well, they can be heavy. We were in the car on the way home and we had a conversation where the key piece of information was in my phone. Someone had texted me a schedule and we needed to know the date. I made the mistake of pulling off the side of the road to check it...rather than just unlock and hand the phone over.
I knew it felt awkward at the time, and later that evening, we had to have "a talk". How she doesn't feel she trusts me because of that, and how it made her feel that I didn't just hand it over. I'm more guarded of my phone than she is, letting the kids, and everyone just use it as they wish. I've never been comfortable with that, and of course, i do have some things that shouldn't be seen hidden away in there. I don't keep pictures in it, but there's a couple apps that wouldn't be good to be stumbled upon. (Google Drive, you lifesaver!)
I'm sure it would have been just fine, but I just don't like people looking at stuff on my phone, makes me very uncomfortable. I don't ask to look at yours, so...
Funny thing, when we have any issues along these lines, we tend to get very hot and heavy in the sex department. It somehow brings us together more, rebuilding trust and comfort, I guess. Not complaining, just observing. We all have reasons we don't get with our partners as much as we should...fatigue, illness, attitude...and we don't take advantage of having our lover next to us as much as we should. I need to be more cognizant of that, I do enjoy our sex life, and we need to take more advantage of it, especially as our kids are starting to be away from home more.
I'm getting better about feeling confident about myself, a little Grindr lurking will knock you down a few pegs if you let it. A younger guy wanted to see more pics, i sent a couple, and then he spent 10 minutes quizzing me about how old the pics were, if I still looked the same, had I changed in any way. Basically asking if I'd gotten fatter than the pics. They were from a year and a half ago, i suppose, so not much had changed. I finally just told him I could see he had reservations, and that I was no longer 25 years old, and bodies don't stay firm and toned like they used to. Of course, that ended the conversation, and I'm sure I was blocked.
I did finally meet the guy from the next town over in person, and as many times like that go, I was disappointed. I felt misled by some things, and while he wanted to do a little more, I wasn't comfortable, and we parted ways. It's never easy, but I've evolved a bit from feeling like I was lucky to attract anyone to thinking there were many more chances out there. A bit of growth, I guess!
I have a trip coming up in October, so I do have that to look forward to...to new adventures!
Let me know how you're doing, I miss talking to you guys.
Monday, August 1, 2016
Busy, Busier, and Masturbation
Continuing to be a busy time around the ranch, with catching up on lawn care from my time away, to preparing for some big stuff coming up at work, I've not had much of a chance to catch my breath, let alone really let down and relax. But that will come, I hope.
The Mrs. really wants us to find some time away alone, and I think it would be a good thing. We have always put the kids first, and included them in everything we are doing, always. The last time we were away in a hotel room together? Probably 10 years ago, and of course, while we were gone our oldest had some issues with a friend's mom, so we ended up coming back early. I hope we can find some alone time, I really do like hanging out with her, we just never get a chance.
Until then, many work commitments, family things, and other activities that will keep us busy at least for the next month or so... Is it the times? I don't recall my parents having this kind of schedule. I also know that we are a lot more involved in our kids lives than most families were back in my day. I played golf in high school, and never once was anyone there to watch, cheer, or even be there for support. Now, it seems every event has at least one set of parents for each kid. It's a good thing, for the most part, but sometimes we don't even allow our kids to make their own mistakes, or jump in too quick to help save them. Nothing wrong with them squirming about something they might have done to learn that lesson.
I did meet up for a short visit with the "somewhat local", nice enough guy, but there was no physical attraction from my side. We did jack off together, but that was it. Haven't heard from him since, maybe that was the same on his end. Although he was staring my junk down pretty hard.
And so it goes, the small town search for fun, and the difficulty there. Makes a guy want to pick up and move to a big town. Or at least visit there once in a while..
I will have some free time this weekend, so I should beat the bushes a bit to see if I can drum up a little fun. Sometimes it happens at those unexpected times.
The Mrs. really wants us to find some time away alone, and I think it would be a good thing. We have always put the kids first, and included them in everything we are doing, always. The last time we were away in a hotel room together? Probably 10 years ago, and of course, while we were gone our oldest had some issues with a friend's mom, so we ended up coming back early. I hope we can find some alone time, I really do like hanging out with her, we just never get a chance.
Until then, many work commitments, family things, and other activities that will keep us busy at least for the next month or so... Is it the times? I don't recall my parents having this kind of schedule. I also know that we are a lot more involved in our kids lives than most families were back in my day. I played golf in high school, and never once was anyone there to watch, cheer, or even be there for support. Now, it seems every event has at least one set of parents for each kid. It's a good thing, for the most part, but sometimes we don't even allow our kids to make their own mistakes, or jump in too quick to help save them. Nothing wrong with them squirming about something they might have done to learn that lesson.
I did meet up for a short visit with the "somewhat local", nice enough guy, but there was no physical attraction from my side. We did jack off together, but that was it. Haven't heard from him since, maybe that was the same on his end. Although he was staring my junk down pretty hard.
And so it goes, the small town search for fun, and the difficulty there. Makes a guy want to pick up and move to a big town. Or at least visit there once in a while..
I will have some free time this weekend, so I should beat the bushes a bit to see if I can drum up a little fun. Sometimes it happens at those unexpected times.
Monday, July 25, 2016
Irritants, Individuality, and Flip Flops
I'm Back!
Nice as it is being away from the routine and drudgery of the daily grind, when you've been mostly away from it for 5 weeks, it's good to get feet back on solid ground and start back with the familiar. August is a busy time around the office, and there's plenty of work to be done in preparation. So that's where I am now...settling in for the mad rush.
I miss the familiar when I'm gone. The way my bed can lift my head up just that little bit. Knowing where the supplies are when I run out of soap or shaving cream. My chair. Being able to sit around with just my underwear on and not worry about someone walking in. And a thousand things more. The comfort of the familiar is really what I miss when I'm away from home. Which doesn't make me unique, I'm sure.
But I also enjoy my time away. As a very intelligent blogger put it, sometimes it's nice to not have to answer to anyone, and roam around Target for as much or as little as I want. You may be thinking...you are staying in a relationship and a marriage, and that's the cost of admission. And you would mostly be right. However, I'm also a believer that I am still an individual, as well as part of a couple. At my wedding, during the unity candle, we left our individual candles burning to signify that while we were united as one on the big candle, we also maintained our identities as individuals. In theory, but not so much in practice, it appears.
Whenever we spend 2 weeks together, there are irritations. Small pebbles in the flip flop of life. (Can you tell I haven't worn regular shoes for a couple weeks?) A couple steps is ok, and they usually slide out or I shake them off and move on. But occasionally, it doesn't go away. Each step is a reminder of the irritant, and it keeps going until I come to a full stop and take the shoe off and bang the rock out.
Where I'm going with my strange analogy is the irritation that can happen between two people with no space. I get along with the wife 97% of the time. But occasionally, when I feel put upon, or taken advantage of, I make it known that I'm irritated. Followed by a lecture about my behavior, and me going off and pouting about it for a while. Immature? Maybe. But it seems to take care of it.
I can't be perfect. I can't think that every time she wants a Popsicle, that it should be my responsibility to go get it. Or that because she doesn't like to talk on the phone, that I have to make every phone call, and I enjoy it. Frustrations are a part of life, and just getting it out helps me, but causes hard feelings when she witnesses it. So I watch as much as I can and try to keep it under control.
So to circle back...time away from each other recharges my batteries. And lets me be me without having to be perfect. That's why I enjoy it.
I was hoping to have a story for you all, but all my leads dried up when I was away from the group for a day. And the one hookup I've been working on from the next town over is out of state this week, bad timing since I will be home alone one night. Never know, something could pop up!
Until next time...hugs and kisses.
Nice as it is being away from the routine and drudgery of the daily grind, when you've been mostly away from it for 5 weeks, it's good to get feet back on solid ground and start back with the familiar. August is a busy time around the office, and there's plenty of work to be done in preparation. So that's where I am now...settling in for the mad rush.
I miss the familiar when I'm gone. The way my bed can lift my head up just that little bit. Knowing where the supplies are when I run out of soap or shaving cream. My chair. Being able to sit around with just my underwear on and not worry about someone walking in. And a thousand things more. The comfort of the familiar is really what I miss when I'm away from home. Which doesn't make me unique, I'm sure.
But I also enjoy my time away. As a very intelligent blogger put it, sometimes it's nice to not have to answer to anyone, and roam around Target for as much or as little as I want. You may be thinking...you are staying in a relationship and a marriage, and that's the cost of admission. And you would mostly be right. However, I'm also a believer that I am still an individual, as well as part of a couple. At my wedding, during the unity candle, we left our individual candles burning to signify that while we were united as one on the big candle, we also maintained our identities as individuals. In theory, but not so much in practice, it appears.
Whenever we spend 2 weeks together, there are irritations. Small pebbles in the flip flop of life. (Can you tell I haven't worn regular shoes for a couple weeks?) A couple steps is ok, and they usually slide out or I shake them off and move on. But occasionally, it doesn't go away. Each step is a reminder of the irritant, and it keeps going until I come to a full stop and take the shoe off and bang the rock out.
Where I'm going with my strange analogy is the irritation that can happen between two people with no space. I get along with the wife 97% of the time. But occasionally, when I feel put upon, or taken advantage of, I make it known that I'm irritated. Followed by a lecture about my behavior, and me going off and pouting about it for a while. Immature? Maybe. But it seems to take care of it.
I can't be perfect. I can't think that every time she wants a Popsicle, that it should be my responsibility to go get it. Or that because she doesn't like to talk on the phone, that I have to make every phone call, and I enjoy it. Frustrations are a part of life, and just getting it out helps me, but causes hard feelings when she witnesses it. So I watch as much as I can and try to keep it under control.
So to circle back...time away from each other recharges my batteries. And lets me be me without having to be perfect. That's why I enjoy it.
I was hoping to have a story for you all, but all my leads dried up when I was away from the group for a day. And the one hookup I've been working on from the next town over is out of state this week, bad timing since I will be home alone one night. Never know, something could pop up!
Until next time...hugs and kisses.
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Zip, Zero, and Nada
Quick note as I'm away from my routine, spending some much needed time with the family and not with the officemates.
Wish I had a cool story to tell, but a few missed connections, and I'm without any new adventures for a while.
Hope you all are doing well, lovely readers, and I shall be back soon to share more thoughts!
Wish I had a cool story to tell, but a few missed connections, and I'm without any new adventures for a while.
Hope you all are doing well, lovely readers, and I shall be back soon to share more thoughts!
Friday, July 8, 2016
Anxiety, Extroversion, and Local Play
Heading north.
We will be away for a couple weeks, doing some work on the family business. I hope to view and post periodically, but have limited access to the web (how many 78 year old widows have internet? More than you'd think, i bet...)
I used to have a little more free time during this excursion, but times have changed, and responsibilities have grown. Not sure how I got to be in charge of so many things. I guess I want to see things succeed. I do a lot of work for our hometown movie theater, with little to no compensation. I jump in and help with committees. I announce the occasional high school ball game. It feels good to be active, to participate. And honestly, when I'm home with nothing to do for a while (a short while is great...) I get a little stir crazy and want to do something. Go to a ball game, catch a movie, hit the links...
And there's a catch. My wife is very introverted, and has some anxiety issues. So while she would rather be in our house with our kids almost all the time, I would rather be out doing stuff. So there's a bit of conflict at times when she feels like I'm always gone, and she's alone all the time. It's a strange dynamic, she doesn't want to go out and do things, but doesn't want to be home alone. I do worry about our empty nest years, when her desire to keep me home with conflict with my desire to be active.
She also doesn't want a big group of friends, but her phone is constantly going off with text messages. I rarely get a text except from our family. My "friend group" consists of my coworkers (mostly women, and have their own friends), and husbands of my wife's friends. I miss having some friends to do things with.
I wonder if some of my hangups with guys goes back to the bi thing. Although I seem to get along with guys, it's taking that next step. I have a bit of anxiety about such things as well, i think, putting myself out there is hard...
I think I'm an extroverted introvert. That's a thing, right?
On the play front, I'm trying hard to connect with a local from the next town over, but our schedules haven't meshed yet. And he has some connections to some additional playmates, i believe. So it's a relationship worth cultivating. :) Maybe even getting his wife involved?!?!? That's a new one there.
And how's your day?
We will be away for a couple weeks, doing some work on the family business. I hope to view and post periodically, but have limited access to the web (how many 78 year old widows have internet? More than you'd think, i bet...)
I used to have a little more free time during this excursion, but times have changed, and responsibilities have grown. Not sure how I got to be in charge of so many things. I guess I want to see things succeed. I do a lot of work for our hometown movie theater, with little to no compensation. I jump in and help with committees. I announce the occasional high school ball game. It feels good to be active, to participate. And honestly, when I'm home with nothing to do for a while (a short while is great...) I get a little stir crazy and want to do something. Go to a ball game, catch a movie, hit the links...
And there's a catch. My wife is very introverted, and has some anxiety issues. So while she would rather be in our house with our kids almost all the time, I would rather be out doing stuff. So there's a bit of conflict at times when she feels like I'm always gone, and she's alone all the time. It's a strange dynamic, she doesn't want to go out and do things, but doesn't want to be home alone. I do worry about our empty nest years, when her desire to keep me home with conflict with my desire to be active.
She also doesn't want a big group of friends, but her phone is constantly going off with text messages. I rarely get a text except from our family. My "friend group" consists of my coworkers (mostly women, and have their own friends), and husbands of my wife's friends. I miss having some friends to do things with.
I wonder if some of my hangups with guys goes back to the bi thing. Although I seem to get along with guys, it's taking that next step. I have a bit of anxiety about such things as well, i think, putting myself out there is hard...
I think I'm an extroverted introvert. That's a thing, right?
On the play front, I'm trying hard to connect with a local from the next town over, but our schedules haven't meshed yet. And he has some connections to some additional playmates, i believe. So it's a relationship worth cultivating. :) Maybe even getting his wife involved?!?!? That's a new one there.
And how's your day?
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Trips, Time Off, and Weight Journeys
I'm back, for now. The business travel led directly into a vacation, and a holiday weekend. And I have work this week, then a couple more off. So it's strange, I've always felt guilty being away from work, and while there is a little of that, for the most part I'm enjoying it. So maybe I'm turning over a new leaf in my old age!
I did have a recently found connection asking me when I'd be back, wanting to hook up. So that's a positive, right? :) Somebody awaiting my return! It's only a moderate stretch of the truth, since my family does like having me around. So much so that I can't drive the half hour home from work without a phone call asking where I am, how long I will be. I realize that it's her insecurities that can't just let me drive in a car without checking in on me, but it does get a little tedious. A typical 3 hour drive has at least 4 or 5 phone calls wondering where I am, how soon I'll get there...
We also had a stressful drive back home with car troubles, but we all handled it better than I suspected. It's difficult to sit on the side of an interstate for an hour and a half waiting for assistance, so the fact that nobody freaked out or started getting upset was a win! And it ends up that our car trouble also made us aware of another situation with our daughter's car, so it's good to get them all fixed up and running well. Expensive, but good.
I did get a good look at myself in a few pictures from vacation, so the diet has started today. She is more into having plans and structure, where I just want to cut back and eat better. So, of course, we have planned meals, planned exercise, and an online diary to be sure we're doing it right. Day 2, and I realize how much diet pop and sugar I was eating. I'm crashing a bit from the lack of simple sugar and caffeine. But that should pass quickly. And I dropped 3 pounds on day one. I need to get in a better place with my body (above the waist...my lower half is good as always. :)
I don't have a recent story to tell, maybe I can figure something out this week? I know you're all waiting for my graphic descriptions. How about you? Any recent fun to brag about?
I did have a recently found connection asking me when I'd be back, wanting to hook up. So that's a positive, right? :) Somebody awaiting my return! It's only a moderate stretch of the truth, since my family does like having me around. So much so that I can't drive the half hour home from work without a phone call asking where I am, how long I will be. I realize that it's her insecurities that can't just let me drive in a car without checking in on me, but it does get a little tedious. A typical 3 hour drive has at least 4 or 5 phone calls wondering where I am, how soon I'll get there...
We also had a stressful drive back home with car troubles, but we all handled it better than I suspected. It's difficult to sit on the side of an interstate for an hour and a half waiting for assistance, so the fact that nobody freaked out or started getting upset was a win! And it ends up that our car trouble also made us aware of another situation with our daughter's car, so it's good to get them all fixed up and running well. Expensive, but good.
I did get a good look at myself in a few pictures from vacation, so the diet has started today. She is more into having plans and structure, where I just want to cut back and eat better. So, of course, we have planned meals, planned exercise, and an online diary to be sure we're doing it right. Day 2, and I realize how much diet pop and sugar I was eating. I'm crashing a bit from the lack of simple sugar and caffeine. But that should pass quickly. And I dropped 3 pounds on day one. I need to get in a better place with my body (above the waist...my lower half is good as always. :)
I don't have a recent story to tell, maybe I can figure something out this week? I know you're all waiting for my graphic descriptions. How about you? Any recent fun to brag about?
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Hotness, Ass, and Insecurities
Every once in a while, you catch a break. Or you think you did, and then in retrospect, your insecurities jump up and slap you.
In my hotel room, had been messaging with a guy about my impending trip. The pics looked good, and he seemed genuinely interested. About 9 in the evening, with a thunderstorm approaching, he makes his way over to the hotel. That's commitment, there...
He comes in the room, and, oh, lordy...6 foot 4, broad shouldered, nice mop of black hair, handsome with a nice set of teeth (details are a funny thing, aren't they?). He had barely gotten in the room, gave a quick hi, and he was undressing. Little did I know that was the last talk I'd hear from him until he was walking out the door...
Tanned body, shaved all over, i could go on and on about what a physical specimen this guy was. Things started out well, we made out - love that - ran hands all over each other. We made it to the bed, he laid back and I climbed on top, again, making out, licking his neck, ears, nipples, moving back up, and down, he even tasted good!
He enjoyed playing with my nipples. I do enjoy that, so was glad to have some action. Gave him some head, sucked those smooth balls, up, down and all around. He seemed to enjoy my fingers, so I found myself rimming him. I don't do that often, but damned if the guy didn't taste so good! I finally got some moans out of him, so i dug in for the long haul. I tongued that hole...and licked...and sucked...he enjoyed it, and I did too. I rubbed my cock head all around it, but with no protection, didn't push in. Restraint, right?
I worked a finger in, and went back to his cock. Felt it get bitter and bigger in my mouth, a little bucking of the hips, and a nudge of his prostate, and he was blowing in my mouth. Not a huge load, but enough that I could handle it.
He exited to the bathroom and cleaned up, came back in the room and said "You wanna get off?". I declined, one in hopes that i could find another playmate later, and also because it felt obvious that he wasn't usually a giver. Which leads me to the insecurities...
Why can't I just let myself enjoy this? A hot guy shows up in my room, we make out, lick, suck, and enjoy, and I still think "why didn't he go down on me? Was I unattractive to him? Just good enough to blow him but not good enough for him? Why didn't he talk?" I told him how hot he was...nothing in return. He barely spoke.
So I just need to let that go. I had a hot time, and if he knocked on the door again, I'd lay him back and do it all over again. So, I need to stop being a baby, and just enjoy what life brings!
Do your insecurities get the best of you???
In my hotel room, had been messaging with a guy about my impending trip. The pics looked good, and he seemed genuinely interested. About 9 in the evening, with a thunderstorm approaching, he makes his way over to the hotel. That's commitment, there...
He comes in the room, and, oh, lordy...6 foot 4, broad shouldered, nice mop of black hair, handsome with a nice set of teeth (details are a funny thing, aren't they?). He had barely gotten in the room, gave a quick hi, and he was undressing. Little did I know that was the last talk I'd hear from him until he was walking out the door...
Tanned body, shaved all over, i could go on and on about what a physical specimen this guy was. Things started out well, we made out - love that - ran hands all over each other. We made it to the bed, he laid back and I climbed on top, again, making out, licking his neck, ears, nipples, moving back up, and down, he even tasted good!
He enjoyed playing with my nipples. I do enjoy that, so was glad to have some action. Gave him some head, sucked those smooth balls, up, down and all around. He seemed to enjoy my fingers, so I found myself rimming him. I don't do that often, but damned if the guy didn't taste so good! I finally got some moans out of him, so i dug in for the long haul. I tongued that hole...and licked...and sucked...he enjoyed it, and I did too. I rubbed my cock head all around it, but with no protection, didn't push in. Restraint, right?
I worked a finger in, and went back to his cock. Felt it get bitter and bigger in my mouth, a little bucking of the hips, and a nudge of his prostate, and he was blowing in my mouth. Not a huge load, but enough that I could handle it.
He exited to the bathroom and cleaned up, came back in the room and said "You wanna get off?". I declined, one in hopes that i could find another playmate later, and also because it felt obvious that he wasn't usually a giver. Which leads me to the insecurities...
Why can't I just let myself enjoy this? A hot guy shows up in my room, we make out, lick, suck, and enjoy, and I still think "why didn't he go down on me? Was I unattractive to him? Just good enough to blow him but not good enough for him? Why didn't he talk?" I told him how hot he was...nothing in return. He barely spoke.
So I just need to let that go. I had a hot time, and if he knocked on the door again, I'd lay him back and do it all over again. So, I need to stop being a baby, and just enjoy what life brings!
Do your insecurities get the best of you???
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Couples, Fantasies, and Awesome Chicks
I've been married 25 years. I have experimented...ok, not so much an experiment as I do know what I'm doing...with men along the way. I have only had two instances where i was naked with another woman during that time. Once, as part of a three way with a married couple, and once with a woman who I share all these things with, and is an awesome chick. She won't do me again, since I'm married, and attributes her weakness to a "slut phase". A guy will take what he can get, right?
I mean, a bisexual guy should want to be with both, right? Well, not necessarily, a common misconception is that a bisexual will sleep with anyone anytime. Not true. And it's been my take on my bi thing that I have my woman, and don't really look for anyone to fill that need, we do just fine, thanks.
Well, lately, I've been floating the idea in my head more. It's long been a fantasy to get with a couple, and even though it's happened once, I'd like to maybe do it again. But I'm struggling both with this idea, and with how I would make it happen. I toyed around a little bit on a swingers site, seeing if there was anybody around that would work. Some nibbles, a few conversations, but nothing that really has panned out.
Perhaps it's my sign that it's not meant to be. And likely it will pass from my brain, only to pop up in a few months or a couple years. But because it causes me such angst, maybe I should just let it go.
Are there fantasies that you long to try out? Does your brain try to override your dick so as not to have them happen? Or do you let them ride? I suppose my situation is different from most of my readers, but I'd love to hear.
Don't have much of a story for today, still recovering from last weekend...sigh...I know you're jealous. :)
I mean, a bisexual guy should want to be with both, right? Well, not necessarily, a common misconception is that a bisexual will sleep with anyone anytime. Not true. And it's been my take on my bi thing that I have my woman, and don't really look for anyone to fill that need, we do just fine, thanks.
Well, lately, I've been floating the idea in my head more. It's long been a fantasy to get with a couple, and even though it's happened once, I'd like to maybe do it again. But I'm struggling both with this idea, and with how I would make it happen. I toyed around a little bit on a swingers site, seeing if there was anybody around that would work. Some nibbles, a few conversations, but nothing that really has panned out.
Perhaps it's my sign that it's not meant to be. And likely it will pass from my brain, only to pop up in a few months or a couple years. But because it causes me such angst, maybe I should just let it go.
Are there fantasies that you long to try out? Does your brain try to override your dick so as not to have them happen? Or do you let them ride? I suppose my situation is different from most of my readers, but I'd love to hear.
Don't have much of a story for today, still recovering from last weekend...sigh...I know you're jealous. :)
Monday, June 13, 2016
Free time, booty calls, and BBC
**Post #10! Should there be bells, whistles and balloons dropping?? Still, all milestones are important.**
A weekend of errands and odd jobs, helping out others, I do enjoy staying busy. My wife would like a little less, but it makes me a little crazy to sit home too often. It's too hot here to be out in the yard, and you can only watch so many episodes of American Pickers before it's time to do something...
I ran up to the inlaws to check in on the house, do some yard work, and other assorted chores. The good news for me was that gave me some time alone...more on that later. Caring for our aging parents is becoming more and more the norm, and I get not wanting to leave your house, with the comfort and familiarity. I talked with my dad (who's 90) this week, and he said he's ready to move out, to find something smaller and get away from upkeep and yard work. He (rightfully so) says he can't keep up with the yard, the small repairs, and other things that come with home ownership. He wants to move to the retirement duplex complex across town from my job. It would be great to have them here, but mom (at 78) isn't ready to leave yet.
We dread the day that we will have to clean out our respective parents homes, my folks don't have a lot of stuff, so shouldn't be too bad, but my inlaws have a house packed with things, grew up with nothing, so have taken the opportunity to buy things when no kids were around. I don't want to be a burden on my kids, and hope to not saddle them with a lot of work when I'm gone.
Wow, this took a morbid turn. Maybe it's the recent birthday, but thinking a little more about edging toward retirement and beyond. I need to get my mind wrapped around this...
As mentioned before, when I drive to the inlaws, I pass a couple of our metropolitan areas here (not that it's anything like a big city, but as big as Iowa has to offer, i guess). If I know i have a little flexibility with time, I sometimes place and ad on CL, or take a look at what's out there. I did a little pre-planning, and put an ad online about mid week. I usually include a cock shot, I have a portrait I'm enamored with, of my very photogenic wang standing tall and proud. It usually elicits a few responses, but normally not much that turns my head.
This time, I got a response from a guy who claimed to be not far off the interstate (he wasn't), and wanted me to "blow him, and if it went well, I could sit on it". Wow, the romance was dripping from this one. But, my intense state of horniness and the picture he replied with made it at least worth a conversation. A big ol' dick, nicely thick, got my mouth to watering. So I replied, and a cryptic conversation ensued, asking about available times, locations, etc. He wasn't going to be free on my trip up, but should be on the way home. So tentative plans were made for me to stop by on Saturday.
After lunch Saturday, I headed down the road, and messaged that I was leaving, should be in his area in a little over an hour. Got a quick "OK" a few minutes later, then a note that said he was going out for lunch. As I approached, I sent another quick note, and a reply came quickly with directions to the house. I wound around through a residential area to a set of townhomes. Not a bad area, the townhouse was a little rough looking from the outside, but things seemed OK. I approached the door, and it was opened as I walked up the steps. I was greeted by a smiling face and an introduction, and an invitation in.
The inside of the place was nice, in a generic, white paint and beige carpet sort of way. I was offered water (declined, had some in the car on the way) then led upstairs to the spare room. The guy was super thin, weighed maybe 130 on a 6 foot frame. As we undressed, I was able to see that the picture wasn't a lie, a thick slab of meat hanging down, which was made to look huge by the thinness of his body.
He was completely shaved, explaining that he had never done that before, but just wanted to try it, with the hot weather, etc. I was glad to see it, love feeling skin on skin, and it made licking around so much easier. As I worked it over, it became thicker and harder, and topped out at a nice solid 8 inches. He was appreciative, telling me how well I was doing, and giving me the obligatorily "you love sucking that big black cock, don't you?". And he wasn't wrong.
He then swiveled around and worked on mine a little, saying he'd "never done that before". Whether or not it was true, it was nice to have some attention my way as well. Eventually I wanted to feel it in my ass, so he got things ready, and I started by climbing on top and sitting down on it, controlling the depth and speed while I got used to the invasion.
After a minute, I was bottomed out (see what I did there??) and started to work it over. His impatience showed, and he soon rolled me off and onto my stomach, added a little more lube, and started drilling me. Oh, I do love to feel cock sliding in and out of me. Stifling moans because of the neighbors on each side, he continued to drill me, getting me up on my hands and knees, then pulling me to the edge of the bed so he could stand and fuck, and finally flipping me onto my back, and pushing my knees to my chest. He was really able to attack my prostrate at this angle, and I felt it on each stroke, nudging it as his balls slapped my ass.
He probably worked me over for 10 minutes or so, then laid on the bed, pulled off the condom, and finished the job by hand while I licked his balls. He was very appreciative, and kind in bringing me supplies to clean up with. I did enjoy it, and hope to make another stop next time I'm traveling alone.
It does lead me to a couple questions...I work in a very race sensitive environment, very open and accepting, and feel like I want to judge not based on ethnicity but on character. That being said, he continued to talk about his "big black cock"...wasn't lying..., how my white ass looked with a big black dick in it, there were just remarks through the whole thing about race. I didn't mind, honestly, my eyes were closed most of the time, so I wasn't really aware of race, just bodies.
I didn't feel uncomfortable in hearing it, but did not feel comfortable making any remarks like "feed me that big black cock, make my white ass beg for it", etc. I do find black men attractive, and enjoy the dick that's attached, but don't' really want to go there. Is this a pretty common theme? Are interracial hookups usually met with talk like this? Or am I weird in that I like it, but don't want to verbalize? With Iowa at 96% or so Caucasian, it's not something I run into all that often. As always, appreciate your thoughts.
A weekend of errands and odd jobs, helping out others, I do enjoy staying busy. My wife would like a little less, but it makes me a little crazy to sit home too often. It's too hot here to be out in the yard, and you can only watch so many episodes of American Pickers before it's time to do something...
I ran up to the inlaws to check in on the house, do some yard work, and other assorted chores. The good news for me was that gave me some time alone...more on that later. Caring for our aging parents is becoming more and more the norm, and I get not wanting to leave your house, with the comfort and familiarity. I talked with my dad (who's 90) this week, and he said he's ready to move out, to find something smaller and get away from upkeep and yard work. He (rightfully so) says he can't keep up with the yard, the small repairs, and other things that come with home ownership. He wants to move to the retirement duplex complex across town from my job. It would be great to have them here, but mom (at 78) isn't ready to leave yet.
We dread the day that we will have to clean out our respective parents homes, my folks don't have a lot of stuff, so shouldn't be too bad, but my inlaws have a house packed with things, grew up with nothing, so have taken the opportunity to buy things when no kids were around. I don't want to be a burden on my kids, and hope to not saddle them with a lot of work when I'm gone.
Wow, this took a morbid turn. Maybe it's the recent birthday, but thinking a little more about edging toward retirement and beyond. I need to get my mind wrapped around this...
As mentioned before, when I drive to the inlaws, I pass a couple of our metropolitan areas here (not that it's anything like a big city, but as big as Iowa has to offer, i guess). If I know i have a little flexibility with time, I sometimes place and ad on CL, or take a look at what's out there. I did a little pre-planning, and put an ad online about mid week. I usually include a cock shot, I have a portrait I'm enamored with, of my very photogenic wang standing tall and proud. It usually elicits a few responses, but normally not much that turns my head.
This time, I got a response from a guy who claimed to be not far off the interstate (he wasn't), and wanted me to "blow him, and if it went well, I could sit on it". Wow, the romance was dripping from this one. But, my intense state of horniness and the picture he replied with made it at least worth a conversation. A big ol' dick, nicely thick, got my mouth to watering. So I replied, and a cryptic conversation ensued, asking about available times, locations, etc. He wasn't going to be free on my trip up, but should be on the way home. So tentative plans were made for me to stop by on Saturday.
After lunch Saturday, I headed down the road, and messaged that I was leaving, should be in his area in a little over an hour. Got a quick "OK" a few minutes later, then a note that said he was going out for lunch. As I approached, I sent another quick note, and a reply came quickly with directions to the house. I wound around through a residential area to a set of townhomes. Not a bad area, the townhouse was a little rough looking from the outside, but things seemed OK. I approached the door, and it was opened as I walked up the steps. I was greeted by a smiling face and an introduction, and an invitation in.
The inside of the place was nice, in a generic, white paint and beige carpet sort of way. I was offered water (declined, had some in the car on the way) then led upstairs to the spare room. The guy was super thin, weighed maybe 130 on a 6 foot frame. As we undressed, I was able to see that the picture wasn't a lie, a thick slab of meat hanging down, which was made to look huge by the thinness of his body.
He was completely shaved, explaining that he had never done that before, but just wanted to try it, with the hot weather, etc. I was glad to see it, love feeling skin on skin, and it made licking around so much easier. As I worked it over, it became thicker and harder, and topped out at a nice solid 8 inches. He was appreciative, telling me how well I was doing, and giving me the obligatorily "you love sucking that big black cock, don't you?". And he wasn't wrong.
He then swiveled around and worked on mine a little, saying he'd "never done that before". Whether or not it was true, it was nice to have some attention my way as well. Eventually I wanted to feel it in my ass, so he got things ready, and I started by climbing on top and sitting down on it, controlling the depth and speed while I got used to the invasion.
After a minute, I was bottomed out (see what I did there??) and started to work it over. His impatience showed, and he soon rolled me off and onto my stomach, added a little more lube, and started drilling me. Oh, I do love to feel cock sliding in and out of me. Stifling moans because of the neighbors on each side, he continued to drill me, getting me up on my hands and knees, then pulling me to the edge of the bed so he could stand and fuck, and finally flipping me onto my back, and pushing my knees to my chest. He was really able to attack my prostrate at this angle, and I felt it on each stroke, nudging it as his balls slapped my ass.
He probably worked me over for 10 minutes or so, then laid on the bed, pulled off the condom, and finished the job by hand while I licked his balls. He was very appreciative, and kind in bringing me supplies to clean up with. I did enjoy it, and hope to make another stop next time I'm traveling alone.
It does lead me to a couple questions...I work in a very race sensitive environment, very open and accepting, and feel like I want to judge not based on ethnicity but on character. That being said, he continued to talk about his "big black cock"...wasn't lying..., how my white ass looked with a big black dick in it, there were just remarks through the whole thing about race. I didn't mind, honestly, my eyes were closed most of the time, so I wasn't really aware of race, just bodies.
I didn't feel uncomfortable in hearing it, but did not feel comfortable making any remarks like "feed me that big black cock, make my white ass beg for it", etc. I do find black men attractive, and enjoy the dick that's attached, but don't' really want to go there. Is this a pretty common theme? Are interracial hookups usually met with talk like this? Or am I weird in that I like it, but don't want to verbalize? With Iowa at 96% or so Caucasian, it's not something I run into all that often. As always, appreciate your thoughts.
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Brain vs. Body, Workout Buddies, and Muscles
As I age, I'm fully aware of the effect that the years have on a body. Joints creak, muscles fade, extra padding accumulates in way too many areas. I struggle with the battle between knowing that some of this is a part of the process, and being just vain enough that it bothers me. The extra weight I'm currently carrying, the grey sneaking in (ok, it really isn't sneaking, more barging through the door with a bunch of friends) to my hair, the hair sprouting from my eyebrows, ears and back...I guess the outward signs of aging bother me more than the knowledge that it's happening.
I feel youthful and vibrant in my brain. My body sometimes doesn't get that message, and tires out easily or doesn't react very quickly to what I want it to do. But I learn more and more what all the older people told me all along...I don't "feel" over 50. My brain doesn't realize it, save for the experiences and knowledge that it holds that is SO much greater than when I was 20, 30, or even 40. So I have to figure out how my "young" brain can comprehend this aging body.
The self-analyst in me wonders if that's part of my lust for youth. I don't get to do it often, but to hook up with a young, nubile, thin to muscular younger man, or a very fit mid 30s bodybuilder (that only happened once, but it was SOOO hot), I can't stop desiring to look, smell, taste, and feel that body next to mine. Run my hands along a thin waist, feel some definition in the shoulders and back, grab onto that nice tight ass...is it me reliving my youth, when things were more where they were supposed to be? Or is is more simple, an appreciation for the male form, and enjoying what it has to offer?
What I'm finding is how difficult it is once you're out of shape, to get back to where you should be. After I recover from our big family event, I'm going to get going. Treadmill, jogging and walking, hoping for a few weights (I'm smart enough to know that's what helps burn the fat) and while I haven't been over indulging, watching more closely what goes into my mouth. Maybe I need my friend BlkJack (http://blkjack-blkjack.blogspot.com/) to come whip my slightly flabby ass into shape. Motivation and a workout buddy would do wonders for me. Any local takers?
In reference to the note above...and I know you're wanting to hear that story...I was on one of my Chicago business trips. As usual, perusing the A4A, Manhunt, and Craigslist. I don't recall if I placed an ad this time, or if I answered another. Regardless, I found myself talking to a mid-30s guy, who claimed to be very muscular and fit. I've been burned often enough to not get my hopes up for that, but he was engaging enough, and we clicked with what we were looking for, so the invitation was offered to come to my hotel on Michigan.
We made arrangements to meet in the lobby at 10pm. At 10:15, I had sent a quick note and was figuring it was yet another time that I was set up as part of a game. (I never understand that game, how someone can get off on leading a guy on, then not showing. But that's a story for another post.) I did get a response, something something running late, so with nothing better to do, I waited. Another email, another running late response, sorry, will be there soon.
At about 10:45, he did arrive. And, holy shit, he was as advertised. 6 foot 1 inch of worked out, tanned muscle. Big, wide smile, short cropped black hair, and well dressed, making me feel self conscious in my Hawkeye baggy shorts and old t-shirt. No problem, though, and after exchanging a couple pleasantries, we headed up to my room.
We wasted no time in getting out of the clothes, me staring at him the whole time, taking in the beauty of that body. And if it wasn't unfair enough, a nice thick 8" slab of meat looking up at me. He was confident without being overconfident, cocky without the annoyance of bragging. He knew he was hot, and for some reason, was crawling into bed with me.
What stuck me, as we were talking, making out, and feeling the magnificent musculature he possessed, I asked him why. Why, when it appeared he could have so many younger, more fit, and better looking guys than me, did he come here? He said he loved the "beefy Iowa farm boys", that we were so much fun in bed...
Well, that certainly changed some of my perceptions. About attraction, stereotypes, and more. But mostly, it challenged me to live up to the hype. So I devoured his cock hungrily, chewed his nipples with fervor, licked up and down each and every one of those abs. He returned the favor (minus the fluff covered abs), and readied me to be fucked. Ass up on a pillow, he crawled on top of me, and gently eased his dick into me as he kissed me deeply. God, I love kissing, and especially while I have a cock in me. Slowly at first, knowing I had to adjust, then harder he pumped, and this time I took it as a compliment that within a couple minutes, he was emptying his balls. I wanted it to last longer, but it was so hot...it was incredible.
And, too add even more to the mix, he rolled off and laid by me, arm across my chest, and we talked. For a half hour or so, discussing his travels across I-80, his love of small towns (hey, I live in one!), and my experiences in the big city. No better end to a fervent fuck than to decompress with a great conversation. It was one of the better hook up experiences I've had.
As most hook ups go, thought, he soon disappeared into the dim light of the hallway, never to be heard from again. I long to duplicate that experience, and probably, that's what drives me to keep looking. How many bad ones can I endure between the greats? Hopefully I'll find enough good ones to never know the answer.
I feel youthful and vibrant in my brain. My body sometimes doesn't get that message, and tires out easily or doesn't react very quickly to what I want it to do. But I learn more and more what all the older people told me all along...I don't "feel" over 50. My brain doesn't realize it, save for the experiences and knowledge that it holds that is SO much greater than when I was 20, 30, or even 40. So I have to figure out how my "young" brain can comprehend this aging body.
The self-analyst in me wonders if that's part of my lust for youth. I don't get to do it often, but to hook up with a young, nubile, thin to muscular younger man, or a very fit mid 30s bodybuilder (that only happened once, but it was SOOO hot), I can't stop desiring to look, smell, taste, and feel that body next to mine. Run my hands along a thin waist, feel some definition in the shoulders and back, grab onto that nice tight ass...is it me reliving my youth, when things were more where they were supposed to be? Or is is more simple, an appreciation for the male form, and enjoying what it has to offer?
What I'm finding is how difficult it is once you're out of shape, to get back to where you should be. After I recover from our big family event, I'm going to get going. Treadmill, jogging and walking, hoping for a few weights (I'm smart enough to know that's what helps burn the fat) and while I haven't been over indulging, watching more closely what goes into my mouth. Maybe I need my friend BlkJack (http://blkjack-blkjack.blogspot.com/) to come whip my slightly flabby ass into shape. Motivation and a workout buddy would do wonders for me. Any local takers?
In reference to the note above...and I know you're wanting to hear that story...I was on one of my Chicago business trips. As usual, perusing the A4A, Manhunt, and Craigslist. I don't recall if I placed an ad this time, or if I answered another. Regardless, I found myself talking to a mid-30s guy, who claimed to be very muscular and fit. I've been burned often enough to not get my hopes up for that, but he was engaging enough, and we clicked with what we were looking for, so the invitation was offered to come to my hotel on Michigan.
We made arrangements to meet in the lobby at 10pm. At 10:15, I had sent a quick note and was figuring it was yet another time that I was set up as part of a game. (I never understand that game, how someone can get off on leading a guy on, then not showing. But that's a story for another post.) I did get a response, something something running late, so with nothing better to do, I waited. Another email, another running late response, sorry, will be there soon.
At about 10:45, he did arrive. And, holy shit, he was as advertised. 6 foot 1 inch of worked out, tanned muscle. Big, wide smile, short cropped black hair, and well dressed, making me feel self conscious in my Hawkeye baggy shorts and old t-shirt. No problem, though, and after exchanging a couple pleasantries, we headed up to my room.
We wasted no time in getting out of the clothes, me staring at him the whole time, taking in the beauty of that body. And if it wasn't unfair enough, a nice thick 8" slab of meat looking up at me. He was confident without being overconfident, cocky without the annoyance of bragging. He knew he was hot, and for some reason, was crawling into bed with me.
What stuck me, as we were talking, making out, and feeling the magnificent musculature he possessed, I asked him why. Why, when it appeared he could have so many younger, more fit, and better looking guys than me, did he come here? He said he loved the "beefy Iowa farm boys", that we were so much fun in bed...
Well, that certainly changed some of my perceptions. About attraction, stereotypes, and more. But mostly, it challenged me to live up to the hype. So I devoured his cock hungrily, chewed his nipples with fervor, licked up and down each and every one of those abs. He returned the favor (minus the fluff covered abs), and readied me to be fucked. Ass up on a pillow, he crawled on top of me, and gently eased his dick into me as he kissed me deeply. God, I love kissing, and especially while I have a cock in me. Slowly at first, knowing I had to adjust, then harder he pumped, and this time I took it as a compliment that within a couple minutes, he was emptying his balls. I wanted it to last longer, but it was so hot...it was incredible.
And, too add even more to the mix, he rolled off and laid by me, arm across my chest, and we talked. For a half hour or so, discussing his travels across I-80, his love of small towns (hey, I live in one!), and my experiences in the big city. No better end to a fervent fuck than to decompress with a great conversation. It was one of the better hook up experiences I've had.
As most hook ups go, thought, he soon disappeared into the dim light of the hallway, never to be heard from again. I long to duplicate that experience, and probably, that's what drives me to keep looking. How many bad ones can I endure between the greats? Hopefully I'll find enough good ones to never know the answer.
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