Tuesday, April 29, 2014

A gracious note from Obese Politician



The Obese Politician sent me this gracious message on squirt.org shortly after our coffee date three days ago:

Hi _ _ _ _ _
I quite enjoyed your company today and having coffee with you. If you are interested in meeting again perhaps to do dinner or a show that would be nice

If you don't want to do this again just let me know, I understand.   Have a good evening and good weekend.   Hope you see your daughter tomorrow

Hugs _ _ _ _ _ _

I have very mixed feelings about the whole episode.  I do feel sorry for Gay Politician due to his loneliness and (let's face it), unattractiveness in the gay LTR marketplace but that would be the worst possible reason to become friends with someone.  He's been rejected many times before me;  surely he's used to it.

Even if I did want to be platonic friends with him, I am fairly sure that he would be pushing to turn it into an LTR which would make every encounter as awkward as hell.  But in his gracious note, he did provide me with a clear "out" and clearly understood my ambivalence.

I'm not sure that I would want to go out to the movies with him on what looked like a "gay date", surrounded by dozens of people I knew in town including students.  I just wouldn't want people to think that we were a couple, shallow as that sounds.

What is going out to dinner like with someone who's had 95% of his stomach surgically removed?  Obese Politician is limited to eating 1/2 cup portions at a time.  Where is the fun in that, going out to a nice restaurant and having someone else watching me eat dinner without being able to eat himself?

If I had a platonic gay friend, I would want to "do stuff" with him such as going wilderness hiking, cross-country skiing, biking or walking in the park, but Gay Politican can barely walk due to his obesity.


I am also annoyed with his  persistence, because I did ignore his advances for months on Scruff, Grindr and Squirt when any non-desperate gay guy would have gotten the message and left me alone.  Why did I say "yes" to a coffee date?

Because I'm a nice guy, that's why!  But a nice guy would not string Obese Politician along and leave him thinking that we had a chance.  But although I'm a "nice guy", I am rejecting him mainly based on his unattractiveness ..... how shallow is that?

But I must respond to his squirt message soon, and honestly.  But my lack of response over the past three days has probably already screamed to him my lack of interest already.

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In other news, my charismatic, sweet middle daughter arrived home for the summer from her far-away university.  After one overnight at my ex's, she is spending the week with me which is extremely pleasant.  We make and eat supper together, work on light projects around the house and watch movies before bedtime.

I am determined to cherish these times because they are drawing to a close.  Soon, she will be living independently and most likely far away given the poor job prospects for young people in our town.

To that end, I haven't logged onto Squirt at all since Saturday evening when I had five different guys, several of them desirable, trying to start chats with me. I thought:  "Enough!"

I'm deferring any hookups until next week when (I think) my daughter will be living at my ex wife's house.

My son is a bit of a "free agent";  he is living here as well but see him only in passing.  He spend time mainly  with his friends (as a 17 year old should) and has frequent sleepovers who-knows-where.  I suspect he lives here mainly to get away from his mother who he finds annoying on an on-going basis.

But every few days or so, he schedules an evening with me working to complete one of our major renovation projects, so he does have a strong sense of responsibility and duty.

That's all for now!  Here are some hot athletic guys in spandex to brighten your day.



 


Saturday, April 26, 2014

Coffee date with an obese gay politician

Today's pictures of Speedo guys are posted in defiance of the 30 cm (12 inch) snowfall we received yesterday.  Blahhh!  But we had a rare April snow day off from school!

In my last post, I discussed the possibility of entertaining my Sweet Brazilian Boy while my son was at home.

Brazilian boy had been trying to arrange a meeting all week and sent me Grindr messages each day:

  • Are you avaible today? :)  I am horny lol
  • I am avaible in the weekend. It is up to you my sweet friend.
  • I am missing your kisses!
  • I love to stay with you... it is always a good time yo share.  Very sexy and sweet  canadian ever!
  • cant wait to see you!

As it turned out, my middle daughter was arriving home from university that same evening.  Since she and my son are very close, I suggested that he and my oldest daughter pick her at the airport and spend the evening hanging out at my ex's house.

My son accepted this suggestion readily, so Brazilian Boy and I spent a sweet four hours in bed without having to deal with the issue of introductions.  He is a passionate and sweet kisser and we spent hours kissing, caressing, sucking cock and sleeping in each other's arms, as well as cumming twice, each.  Bliss!

Ironically, this 21 year old has taught me more than anyone about the value of slowing down during love-making; to savour gentle, slow kisses.

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 Two years ago, I posted about being sent fully-naked pictures showing the full face of a publicly elected official in my town.   The pics featured ass cheeks spread wide open and open crotch shots in abundance.... but the worst part was that the Gay Politician was morbidly obese, +400 pounds at least.  Ewww!

I had previously met Gay Politician because his daughters had attended my school;  we served together on Parent Council.

Since then, Gay Politican (55 years old) divorced, came out and is now an advocate for the LGBTQ cause.  His photo regularly appears local newspaper ads:  "City of _ _ _ _ _ _ _ :  a Proud Supporter of Pride Week!"  I admire how he has embraced his late-in-life coming out.

In recent months, Gay Politician has been messaging me persistently on Scruff, Grindr and Squirt.org, suggesting a meeting.  Finally, I told him:  "Fred, we've met in real life.  We served on Parent Council together ten years ago," and signed off with my real name.

He followed up with repeated requests for a coffee date.  I reluctantly agreed, but I warned him that I was recently divorced and was in no way ready to date anyone, let alone an LTR.  I also told him that I wasn't attracted to overweight people. Due to his aggressiveness, I felt the need to be really blunt.

Our coffee date today went well;  he was charming, intelligent, ambitious and okay-looking but with unique, brilliant blue eyes. We had much to talk about during our 90 minute coffee date.

He had bariatric surgery last year and so far, has lost 160 pounds with another 100 pounds to go.  Gay Politican looked better but the yards of loose skin were not a pretty sight.  He is still massive and in fact, had difficulty walking due to his obesity.


He was quite touchy-feely during our coffee date and insisted on giving me a big hug at the end.  Gay Politician said he hoped to see me again and he said: "I know you don't like fat people", and suggested going to the theatre or a restaurant another day.

I agreed that I was definitely not attracted to overweight people and said, cautiously, that I would consider going out to dinner with him.   I cannot imagine in a million years going to bed with someone who I considered so physically unattractive, no matter how much more weight he lost.

This is a bit of a dilemma:  Gay Politican is seeking an LTR and I am definitely not interested in him in that way.  I wouldn't mind being his platonic friend but by agreeing to go out with him, I fear he will continue to push for something more. Tricky!

 





 








Thursday, April 24, 2014

Hunky shower men

In my daily visits to our Athletic Complex, I've been treated to fantastic sightings of some gorgeous 20ish men in the communal shower room.  Yesterday, I felt like a fat, thick-around-the-middle old fart as I showered alongside three magnificent young men with voluptuous asses and thick, uncut flopping cocks.

They were absolutely stunning young men, even more beautiful than the hunks pictured in this post.  
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During recent online chats, I've been bragging to some local gay friends (my age) about all my sexy times with my Sweet Brazilian Boy.

To a man, they all requested to be invited to a threesome with me and Lucas.  My response was a firm: "NO!", partly because I doubt that Lucas would be receptive to such an arrangement. Retorted one of my friends in frustration:   

"You're not going to share him, aren't you!  You want to keep him all to yourself!!"  

To that I said:  "You better believe it, baby!"    lol

I do understand that Lucas will eventually move on to other men, sooner or later.  And I think that he should do just that .... if only to make the most of his gay Canadian experience.

In fact, the day before I left for my eight day trip to Toronto, I suggested to Lucas that he should consider hooking up with some other guys.  He looked shocked and said: "OH NO!  I'd NEVER do that!!!"  Too sweet!

Lucas continues to message me sporadically most days on Grindr:  "Good morning!",  "Hey handsome Daddy!" and I respond in kind and we occasionally exchange selfies.  We get together one or two days per week which is all that either of our schedules allow.

A big dilemna:   Lucas is coming here after school today (Thursday) but for the first time, my son will be in residence.  My son knows that I hook up with guys but we never discuss it.  In fact, he has met a couple of my hookup dudes in some funny accidental meetings.

But given Lucas' young age (21), I really don't want to introduce them unless I'm forced to. I know I'm being cowardly, but I don't even want to tell my son that I'm entertaining a gentleman caller this evening and that he shouldn't expect to see me around.

Conversely, I don't want Lucas to think that I'm ashamed of him;  that he is some dirty little secret.

At this point, my plan is to just sneak Lucas into the Love Nest where we will spent several hours of sweetness and hope that we don't run into my son as we leave. Thoughts?

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Daddy

This is a random thoughts post which I wrote yesterday evening after a fantastic four-day Easter weekend.

1. I cooked Easter Monday dinner for my parents and two of my kids:  spiral-cut, glazed ham, roasted veggues (potatoes, squash, sweet potatoes and carrots) and a spring mix vinagrette salad with shaved parmesan and candied pecans.

2.  My son and I spent the rest of the weekend working hard on our never-ending house renovations which I started one year ago (pictured here) and we got a lot done.

I'm determined to get our Great Room (in realtor-speak) finished before summer, complete with natural gas fireplace, my first flat screen TV, new wood flooring and the walls painted some rich, dark colour, probably a dark navy.

3. I am proud that son is so skilled at all trades; auto repair, welding, carpentry, plumbing and wiring. And if he doesn't have a particular skill, he quickly figures it out. His combination of multi-trade skills, intelligence, creativity and imagination is unbeatable.

His shop teachers shake their head in amazement when they tell me about his latest accomplishments at school and refer to him as the "Superstar of the Tech Department."  But he and I have been doing this sort of work all his life, so it only comes naturally to him.

4.  I was not able to spend some sweet sexy time with my Sweet Brazilian Dude this weekend but he messaged me numerous times, sometimes calling me "Handsome Daddy" and saying about himself:  "I'm a bad boy."  lol We're planning to get together early this week after school. 

I am being called "Daddy" with increasing frequency by the young guys on Grindr and it amuses me. I like the playfulness of the young guys in their use of the term and I wear my Daddy label proudly.

5. But sadly, my days of being a day-to-day Daddy are quickly drawing to a close. My son (17.5 years old) has been accepted into a highly competitive commercial diving / underwater welding programme which is located around 3,000 km (2,000 miles) from home. He applied several months ago but I never seriously considered the possibility of him going away so soon ..... and so far.  But it's starting to look like it might happen.

This means that both he and my middle daughter will be away for most of the year for school. Our oldest daughter, now 22, has a busy life revolving around her culinary training school, her cook's job and friends.  I'll see her as much as possible but it certainly won't be every day.

With this new reality, I may run the risk of loneliness.  Perhaps it will be time for a regular LTR or boyfriend?  In any event, I will be able have guys over to the house whenever I want and even for regular sleepovers.  Every cloud has a silver lining....



Saturday, April 19, 2014

Lawyer Dude, continued

ItToday's pics are of beautiful, muscular man thighs which so remind me of my the sweet Brazilian boy who's been sharing my bed in recent weeks.  I asked him, where did you get your amazing thighs?

He replied:  "I played soccer all my life.  Of course!  I'm Brazilian!"  I can't get enough of massaging them, running my hand up them and being in between them when I suck his cock.

This is a continuation of the LLawyer Dude story, last post.     Lawyer Dude and I had one of the liveliest, gayest, funniest and most interesting conversations I ever had.  Topics were wide-ranging including our sexual histories and coming-out to travel, movies, politics and our marriages.

He was indeed a mover and a shaker and had served as legal council for both the Ontario and federal Conservative parties.  As a result, he was on a first-name basis with numerous important politicians including cabinet ministers and past Prime Ministers.  I said:  "Really?" with some disbelief so he got a photo album and showed me a slimmer, late 80s version of himself posing beside then Prime Minster Brian Mulroney.  He was a junior legal counsel on the conservative campaign bus

The effect of his joint wore off and I asked him why he felt the need to smoke up just to meet me. He told me that he had anxiety issues and occasionally took a zanax to deal with them.   

I was finding him increasingly cute, irresistible even, mainly because of his sparking personality, but this came to a crashing halt at the view of his shrivelled, puckered ass.  Every one of the fit, 70 year old men in my locker room had better looking asses than him!  It was just gross!


I told him how much pleasure I get making other men cum and often have difficulty in receiving pleasure myself.  Lawyer Dude said that was his experience exactly.  He explained:  when closeted men, gay or bi, are attempting to have sex with their wives, the only way that they can get aroused themselves is to give their wives pleasure.

All of their partner's moaning and writhing is now we get aroused, not by the physicality of the woman herself.  He said that is just the way we're wired, how we developed in our sexual responses and now, we just do the same thing except that we get aroused by pleasuring men.

I can't say that this is typical of ALL closeted men but it matches my experience perfectly.  What a
revelation!

Lawyer Dude also took the greatest delight in all my stories which I've posted on this blog; of the back seat blowjob interruptus22 year old virgins, the spanking dude and of sex in a garden shed.  "I love it!  You are making up for lost time!  You want to experience it all!"

He added that he could not imagine me in an LTR or marriage with anyone in his fifties;  I was far younger in my exuberance and spirit of adventure than anyone my age (51).

You need to find yourself some 40 year old who is as adventurous as you. I know lots of them!  Just let me introduce them to you!  I said:  "I don't want to live in Toronto."

We talked non-stop from the moment I arrived at 7:00 pm to well past midnight.  My hotel was an hour away by transit, so it would be a very late arrival indeed.  Lawyer Dude suggested I stay the night and leave for work from his place.  He asked:  "Would I like to sleep in his bed with him?....... hopeful pause..... or on the couch?" 

I said firmly and with no regret:  "The couch."   I had an extremely good sleep and left at 6:45 a.m.to arrive just in time for work.  I left him a note thanking him for the excellent conversation and the dinner he ordered in for me.

I added that although we weren't boyfriend material, I hope that we could become good friends.

Lawyer Dude sent me several messages the next day on Grindr:

I had a great time last nite.  BTW, thank you for the note.
Yes, I definitely want to be your friend too. 
I know I'm not your type sexually.
I really enjoyed our evening.  Really.  After u left I jerked off like 4 times.

I don't know if our friendship will continue, but we have exchanged a few messages on Grindr since I've returned.  It's up to him, really.

The final pic was taken a moment ago in my front yard;  we're having a late spring blizzard!  Sean, do you recognize the shorts?  Will winter ever end?

Thursday, April 17, 2014

A sleepover with a high-powered Toronto lawyer.

My main entertainment while riding on a Toronto streetcar or bus (other than checking out the hot guys)  is to monitor the men on Grindr or Squirt and receive sporadic messages from them. This is how I met the Hungry Spaniard from my last post.

Both of these sites use a GPS system to arrange the guys by their proximity, so the profiles continually changed as I travelled across the city.

On my second day in Toronto, I was messaged by a 54 year old lawyer as I was heading from downtown to my airport hotel on the TTC.  He wasn't particularly attractive but was extremely persistent with many questions:

What are u doing in Toronto?
Are u single?
Are you a principal or vice principal? 
Do you have a lover?
Do you want to see me?
Are u free tonight?

Push, push, push.  He continued to message me sporadically throughout the week.

 I would love to get to know you better.
Just meet and chat.
But no sex guarantees
Don't want to fuck up a potential friend or lover.
But I smoke.  Is that okay?


I cancelled two hookup dudes (one at 5:30 pm and other other at 10:00 pm) and headed out to visit him at his condo in a trendy downtown neighbourhood. 

And, by the way, I had NO INTENTION of having sex with him. I found him deeply unattractive but he seemed extremely interesting and well worth a coffee date.  

The condo complex was very high-end but his apartment was messy with much clutter, stained carpeting and windows filmed with tar from the cigarette smoke.

Lawyer Dude was a bit heavy but had a charming smile and was extremely hospitable.  But something seemed to be "off" in his manner of speaking and behaviour. 

Lawyer Dude:  Do you notice something different about me?
Buddy Bear:  There's something really odd in your manner: do you have Aspergers' or something?
Lawyer Dude:  (defensively)  Why do you think I have Aspergers'?
Buddy Bear:  I'm really familiar with it:L  I've had many Aspergers students.  There's just something really weird about the way you're speaking.
Lawyer Dude:  I smoked a joint just before you came in.
Buddy Bear:  Really?
Laywer Dude:  Yes, I was really anxious about meeting you.
Buddy Bear:   Hmmmmmm

What followed was the most interesting gay conversations I've ever had which lasted over five hours.  During this time, he provided me with some amazing insights about my own gay development and behaviour which I found highly insightful and accurate.

He told me his complicated story:  many years of gay denial, an overbearing, Jewish mother, career and financial success, marriage at 28 to a Jewish bisexual woman with whom he enjoyed M-F-M-F foursomes and their seven rounds of unsuccessful IVF treatments.

He and his wife eventually divorced and he's since had two LTRs with men but was presently single and looking for a boyfriend, rather desperately I thought.  He didn't believe in gay marriage and thought it was impossible for men to be monogamus.

Throughout, he was extremely attentive, bringing me coffee and sweets, later a beer and then ordered a meal for me when he found out I hadn't eaten in eight hours. I called him the ultimate Jewish Mama.

He was intelligent, charming, perceptive and very funny.  I was starting to find him rather cute, sexy even.  

Then after several hours, he stood up and announced:  "All my friends know this about me, even my women friends;  I'm very comfortable with nudity" and proceeded to take off his clothes.  OMFG!  Toothpick arms and legs and an enormous beach-ball sized belly.  But the worst part was his ass which was literally not there;  it was just a wrinkled pucker of skin.  I've never seen anything so deeply unattractive in my life, ever!   I had to avert my eyes.

I said:  "I grew up in a Finnish family where we had fully naked family saunas several times a week.  My favourite place to go in Toronto is Hanlan's Point Nude Beach.  NO ONE is more comfortable with nudity than me.  But this is just too fucked up."  So he put on a robe.

(this story will be continued on my next post on Saturday morning)

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

A hungry, closeted Spaniard

My second day in Toronto was a busy one.  I met my friend Jeffrey (author of the novel Shirts and Skins  and the blog The Gay Groom) for coffee in the Village;  always enjoyable!  Be sure to check out Jeffrey's Youtube video, below.  He is charismatic, charming, handsome and in excellent voice.

Then I had a 90 minute tantric massage with fellow blogger Rick who has a tantric massage practice.  I probably will not blog about it, certainly not without Rick's permission, but his massages are always pleasurable.

My visit was doubly pleasurable because it was followed by a fantastic dinner with Rick and his husband, both charming hosts with an lifetime of experience in all things gay.

I learned so much during our lively conversation, especially when Rick (at my request), showed me his favourite cock stroking techniques using a carved wooden dildo as a model. ;-)

After the massage, I was left with several thoughts:
  1. I have so much to learn about giving pleasure to a man.
  2. I have even more to learn about receiving pleasure.
  3. I am more determined than ever to seek training in tantric massage myself;  soon!
Soon after leaving Rick's condo, I was messaged on Grindr by a blank profile:
Blank Profile:  Very adorable.
Buddy Bear:  I don't talk to blank profiles.
Blank Profile:  33.Bi married curious guy here. One son.  U seem to be very close.
Buddy Bear:  Yep.  Standing on the corner of Bloor and Yonge. What do you want?
Blank Profile:   Love passionate, cuddly fun.  I want to meet you.
Buddy Bear:  Okay.  Where?
Blank Profile:  I am driving.  Wait outside Tim Hortons on Yonge north of Bloor, east side.  I will flash lights.

Two minutes later, I jumped into a SUV;  the driver was gorgeous:  sad, hungry brown eyes, brown hair, Latin, with beefy thighs which filled out his jeans beautifully.  He resembled the hot men pictured in this post.

He parked on a quieter side street one block away.  It was just after dark but we were near one of Toronto's busiest street corners so there were plenty of passers-by.

He was deeply troubled and told me his whole sad story.  Born on the island of Majorca but now a Canadian citizen, he fooled around with men as a teen but ended up marrying a woman.  The social, family and Catholic Church pressures were just too much to bear.   "It's just a mess... my family will be ruined.  But I love my son more than anything in the world.  I need to be with a man, not just like this but all the time."

Hungry Spaniard:  And the worst part of all is that I'm alone. I can't talk about it to anyone."
Buddy Bear:  Baby, you're not alone.  You're talking to me.  And there are a million men online who are in the exactly same situation as you.  (note:  I was rubbing the bulge in his jeans and was rewarded with a stiffening cock.)
Hungry Spaniard:  I'll have to go on like this forever. It will kill my wife if she knew.
Buddy Bear:  Maybe she needs to know. It will be worse if she finds out at 55 like my wife. She is young enough to start a new life.  You will destroy yourself by keeping this hidden. And eventually, you will get caught.  Wives always know that their husband doesn't really want them.
Hungry Spaniard:  I love my wife.
Buddy Bear:  Your attraction to men will get stronger and stronger as you get older.  It will not go away.  Do you know that?
Hungry Spaniard:  Yes I do.

Suddenly he looked over with hunger and lust and lunged at me and kissed.  He was a fantastic kisser (of course!)...like a drowning man trying to save himself.  Hot!

He quickly unzipped both his jeans and mine and offered up his beautiful, fat, hard cock.  I applied silicone lube* and tried out my new repertoire of Rick's cock massage moves.  He gasped aloud in pleasure: "No one's ever done that to me before!"

* Total slut that I am, I was going around Toronto carrying my lube and other sex supplies.  lol

We made out with an insane intensity for about ten minutes with frequent interruptions as pedestrians walked by.  Finally, I crouched between his legs as he sat in the driver's seat, covered his lap and my head with my jacket.  I finished him off with a blowjob as he cried aloud.  It was a gusher!

Hungry Spaniard:  I have to go.  My wife's waiting for me.
Buddy Bear:  Hey baby, handsome guy!  I wish you all the best.  Now I'm going to have to worry about you.

With that, he gave me a sweet smile, the first of the evening, we kissed one final time and I disappeared into the night.

I texted him on Grindr:  
I wanted to say how much I enjoyed our encounter.  Passionate and intense!  But I was sad to see how troubled you were about your sad situation.  Courage is needed!  Your family will get through this!

I strongly suggest that you go to a therapist to talk it out. It will be very helpful to you but he will be ask the toughest question of all: "What do you want?"  Not what does your wife or son want, but what do YOU want.  Good luck!

Hungry Spaniard replied:
It was a real pleasure meeting u, your so sexy, handsome
Thanks for the wonderful time and also good advice.
Appreciate all,
Hugs










 

Sunday, April 13, 2014

A 19-year old gay virgin, continued

I'm back from an amazing eight days in Toronto!  Some of my experiences might even be described as "life-changing" in a small way and I will blog about these in the days to come.  I met numerous extremely interesting gay men, most platonically,  who I expect to remain as long-distance friends. 

The behaviour of the big city gays on the hookup sites squirt.org and Grindr  was a challenge.  There were many more flakes, players and "all-talk-no-action" guys than I ever experienced in my home town, but that story will appear in another post.
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Sp here is the continuation of the story of the 19-year old gay virgin.  By the way, Virgin Boy, at 19, is younger than two out of three of my children.  Gulp!

After a short chat, Virgin Boy asked if he could come over.  He wanted to lose his virginity, NOW, before he lost his nerve!!!  He lived some 45 minutes away (in good weather) and I questioned the safety of the treacherous, ice-covered highways.

He assured me that he was a good driver and armed with my address, he set off.  I followed his progress using the Grindr GPS:  30 miles, 20 miles, 2000 feet etc.  OMFG!  I couldn't believe that he's actually coming!

Virgin Boy looked like every other hunky hockey-playing young man:  handsome, blue-eyed, 5'-11", broad shoulders, narrow hips, juicy ass, lean and lightly muscled.  He had masses of shaggy blonde hair;  sort of a teen boy version of Farrah's 70's hairdo.  Virgin Boy was absolutely gorgeous and visibly trembled as we shook hands.

At my suggestion, we got comfortable in bed with our clothes on.  I find it very awkward getting undressed in front of a stranger and the mutual removal of clothing is the sexiest foreplay. 

We drank our beer and I gently asked him about the history of his same-sex attraction and he gradually relaxed.  From a very early age, he knew that was attracted to men but as a masculine dude, was certain that none of his friends or family had any idea about him.

He had never even been touched by a man so as we talked, I ran my hands all over to ease him into it gently;  inner thighs, chest, belly, bulge and jawline.

I eased his jeans off to reveal tight turquoise boxer-briefs tented with a huge hard cock and sporting a big, slippery, wet spot at his cockhead.

Virgin Boy (soooo embarrassed!):  Oh my God!  I'm leaking!  Oh no!
Buddy Bear: (laughing) You're a cum factory!  Dude, that's good thing, believe me!

I quickly got both of us naked and we got right down to business.  It was all sweetness!  Virgin Boy was a pretty good kisser and, unlike any other lover I've had, followed my lead every step of the way.  I sucked his cock and he sucked mine. (I could barely feel it!)  I gave his cock and balls a silicone-lubed massage and he insisted on doing the same to me.... OMFG!   It felt sooo good!

As things headed up, he became more and more aroused and vocal:  "Fuck me!  I want you to fuck me now!"  I lubed his ass and gave him a one-fingered prostate massage while he moaned and writhed.  SO HOT!   It was obvious that he will be a devoted bottom one day, but I said:  "Dude, not today, another time.  You're really tight... I don't want to do that to you right now; not on your first time.



After about 30 minutes, I said that it was time for him to cum.  I sucked his beautiful fat, uncut cock, ramming it into the back of my throat as he moaned and caught his breath.  Finally, he let loose with a gusher of nasty-tasting, bitter cum. (Smokers have the worst-tasting cum.  It was the only think not perfect about Virgin Boy.  lol)  A Big Gulp!

He collapsed back on the pillow and closed his eyes.

Gay Virgin (in a small voice):  Would it be terrible if I said I can't do this anymore?
Buddy Bear:  Baby, no problem!
Gay Virgin (with glassy eyes):  But you didn't cum!
Buddy Bear:  Erik, I can jerk myself off in ten seconds.  But it would be ridiculous to do that right now.  This is all about you!  It's all about you, sweetie!
Gay Virgin:  But you didn't get anything out of this!
Buddy Bear:  I enjoyed every single second with you, right from when you got our of your car.  It was all good!  Quit worrying about it.
Gay Virgin:  ... okay..... (and then in a little boy's voice)  Tell me about how your coming out went.

I told him the story while I stroked him gently;  he remained motionless and looked like he was about to cry.  I emphasized a few points, paraphrased here:

  1. You will come out on your own terms, whenever and to whomever you want.
  2. I feel lucky to be gay and one day, I hope you will feel the same.  You're just starting your life.  You're handsome, smart, have a hot body and a beautiful, fat cock. I'm so envious! You're going to get more sex that all of your straight friends put together. 
  3. Gay men are warriors;  I've never met a gay who didn't have courage.  Virgin Boy said: "I don't have courage."  I replied;  "Baby, when you need it, you will have the courage you need.  I promise."
  4. You are very lucky to be living in Canada and in our town:  you'll get nothing but support.  No one in your life will think anything different when you tell them you're gay.
After a long while, I said that he really should be driving home;  it was past midnight on a school night!  He got dressed, I walked him to the door and shook his hand.  He literally ran to his car and sped off into the night.  I followed his GPS progress in reverse:  1,000 feet, 10 miles, 30 miles until he got safely home.

I sent him one final message on Grindr:
"I wish you all the best, Erik.  You're an intelligent, courageous young man and I know everything will work for you in time."

He responded:   :)  Thank you.

Friday, April 11, 2014

My apologies!

I was touched and horrified when Sean "Just a Jeep Guy" texted yesterday to say that some of my blog readers were concerned about my absence from the Blogosphere.

Thanks for your concern, everyone.  I've been having a fanulous time!

I've been in Toronto for the last seven days on a work-related assignment.    I've been extremely busy with the work and much gay extra-curricular fun, most of it not involving hooking up.

But I've had no free time and extremely limited access to a private computer for blogging.  I'll be blogging from home again on Sunday.
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And as to that 19 year old virgin, I was writing that post on an airport stopover using my Smartphone.... a huge pain in the rear.  I finally gave up but didn't realize that I inadvertently published the unfinished post.  I will continue that sweet story as soon as possible.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

A 19 year old gay virgin

For the past several years, I had a strict rule about not hooking up with any guy who was younger than my oldest kid (who just turned 22)

But just a few days after breaking that rule with Sweet Brazilian Boy who is 21, I doubly broke my rule by 19 year old gay virgin who was younger than TWO of my children.  I'm going to rot in hell for sure!  

The boys pictured in today's post resemble the Nervous Young Dude, as I will call him, and are from the Hey Sweetie! photos of great eye-candy blog, Artistry of Male Soul Food.



Three evenings ago just as our spring blizzard / freezing rain storm was winding down, I was messaged on Grindr from a completely blank profile.

With very little prompting, the messager revealed himself to be an 19 year old who had graduated from high school last June.  He was super nervous about messaging me on Grindr but was horny as hell and decided it was time to lose his gay virginity. 

Was I into younger guys?   Hell, yes!  Did I have any beer in the house?  He'd need one to relax a bit.  I sure do!  I asked him, "Where did you go to high school?"

This post is continued A 19-year old gay virgin, continued.


Wednesday, April 2, 2014

My sweet Brazilian boy

Wow!  In three years of blogging, this is the longest I've ever gone without posting.  One reason was that I slept at my parents' computerless house (in town) for a couple of nights.

We had a spring blizzard, complete with much snow and freezing rain and it was much safer to not travel on the treacherous, icy highway.

But the main reason for not being available is that I've been keeping company with Lucas, the sweet young man from Brazil, three times in the past week alone.  Lucas has a forestry degree and is attending university in my town for 18 months.  He is very smart and earned a coveted place in an English-language training programme funded by the Brazilian government.

He is 6'-0", 168 pounds, slim with the hint of abs and the sweetest baby face which causes him much distress.  In fact, he's growing a goatee to make him look more mature.   "I wish I was older!"

I laughed and told him: (1)  Lucas, you will be old all too soon and (2) below the waist, you are all man!  He has a long, beautifully fat, responsive, uncut cock.

After three years of hookups, I finally broke my own rule about sleeping with someone younger than my oldest kid:  my daughter is 22 and Lucas, sweet boy, is 21.

He came to my house on Sunday at 9:00 a.m. and we spent the next five hours together in bed without a break, kissing for hours, both aggressively and sweetly, at times holding each others lips motionless against the other's.  We massaged each other and did much ass play and mutual 69s.

After much edging, I finally made Lucas and me cum and then he promptly fell asleep(!), snoring gently, our naked bodies intertwined.  I also napped as Lucas cuddled against me like a warm, cuddly puppy dog.  Round two followed the same pattern;  an hour of kissing and erotic play with both of us cumming.  This time he arranged himself against me in a spoon-like fashion and again, fell asleep instantly.

Round three ended with him cumming yet again but as for me, I was done!  Throughout our several times together, we talked about our respective lives.  Facts about Lucas:
  1. He's from an upper middle-class family in Sao Paulo where his father owns a large forestry company and his mother's a doctor.
  2. Lucas was accelerated at private school and started university at 16. 
  3. He is a self-described nerd (not true!) and said modestly, "I'm a good boy!"
  4. Before Lucas came to my town in October, he had no training in English at all.
  5. He speaks English remarkably well but I often have to rephrase using simpler words before he understands what I'm saying. 
  6. Lucas understands the difference between "come" and "cum."  lol   
  7. As a result of his mainly vegetarian diet, he has the sweetest cum I've ever tasted.
  8. Lucas has travelled extensively in South America but never in North America.
  9. He misses his mother and her cooking.  Brazilians eat beans and rice as a staple with lots of vegetables and maybe a fragment of chicken or pork added.  
  10. Said Lucas:  "You never see a fat Brazilian."
  11. He has had girlfriends but realized he liked men at 19.  He wasn't a gay virgin when he met me but had very few M2M experiences.
  12. He is not out to anyone in Canada (except me) nor to his family in Brazil. 
  13. Lucas said that Brazil is not particularly gay- accepting.  As to coming out to his family, he said:  "I don't want to think about that right now."
  14. He hates the traffic congestion and the pollution of Sao Paulo and is not certain that he wants to return.
And to the Debbie Downers out there, I am not being a foolish, smitten old middle-aged man.  I know that Lucas will eventually move on to other men.  In any case, he will leave Canada one year.  But I know that my time with him so far will rank among one of my life's sweetest, most memorable experiences.

I wish I could find myself a sweet Brazilian man like Lucas ..... but one who is 30 years older......

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