Bi Crossing The Line

Happy New Year!

2021-01-02T16:34:00.000-08:00

Just like so many others, I am extremely grateful that the fuckwad that was this past year, 2020, is over. But, I am under no disillusions that turning to a new calendar will actually make anything better. We have a lot to look forward to, a new President and Administration, several vaccines, schools and businesses eventually reopening. We still have a long ways to go, though. The pandemic is not going to disappear overnight. The divisions between us Americans are not just going to heal themselves. The atrocities in the world will keep happening. All of this made so much worse in my mind be the fact that I can't just escape to go see a movie when I want to, I can't go hang out with friends, and I can't just go find a dick to suck.

I was just telling a friend how much I've wanted to sit down and write, but just having been able to do so. I'm not sure if it's a lack of motivation, a lack of privacy, or a lack of anything compelling to say. After thinking about it for a bit, I realized that maybe all I need to do is to just force myself into it. Just write anything, let's see what happens. So, here is what happens...

When it comes to this blog, I still feel the urge to entertain you all, the reader. I so enjoyed the community this blog has brought, though I've done next to nothing to nurture it. For that I apologize. The need to entertain you, to only write when I have something compelling to say, or some spunk-worthy story to share, has been one of my roadblocks. I know, logically, that is not a reason to not write. I started this blog before I met all of you, and I started it for myself. This is my space to get thoughts out of my head, a place to vent and to place to fantasize. I'm sure that I would still get value out of this even if all my readers evaporated. So, why don't I write even when the content is boring? Maybe I'm my own harshest critic.

Another roadblock is that I've never been a fan of repetition. So, if someone else has already written a Happy New Year, or "Fuck 2020", blog entry, I have no desire to do so myself. This probably is tied into my need to be entertaining, or at least not boring. I wouldn't want to appear as a duplicate of someone else, I want to be unique. I want to provide some insight or viewpoint that perhaps no one has thought of before. I don't want to start another post by saying how I don't want to start a post with a comment about how long it's been since I've written a post. That's probably the reason I'm not very good at dirty talk during sex. How many times can I say, "Oh yeah, suck that dick", before it gets old? Or, "Oh yeah, your mouth/ass/pussy feels so good"? I absolutely cannot repeat anything my partner has already said. I think that sometimes, in writing, dirty talk, even sexting, my mind gets fixated on what I can't say, it becomes unable to think of anything new.

It's something that I need to work on. I know that I am generally happier when I am able to express myself. Just like sex is usually hotter and better when I am able to be verbal. This blog is one of the few spaces I have to express this side of me. So, hear I am, writing about much of nothing at all, even if it is boring. If you decide to comment, please be kind.

I did want to say one thing before I go, in regards to my post regarding incest. I ended up deleting a couple of comments and turning off commenting all together, not because I am uninterested in what you have to say, but because I think I may have been misunderstood. I have absolutely no desire to ever do anything with a minor, or with anyone without consent. Maybe this deserves a blog post all in itself but then I worry about making a bigger issue out of something than what's needed. Consent is the be all and end all of any situation that I might consider, fantasize about, or participate in. And the truth for me is that children are unable to consent. My post was about the erotic nature of discussing another person kink, and my own feelings regarding the relationship I wished I had had with my father.

If you made it this far in my post, I thank you. I know I've said this several times but I don't believe you can know how much I've appreciated you, the reader, and this community that I've been able to share my life with. Happy New Year to all of year, and may this year be everything that the last one wasn't.

Return to voyeurism

2020-06-18T13:00:00.001-07:00

Oddly enough, one of the things that has kept me from writing lately is that I don't want to start out my next blog post with something like, "Wow, it's been so long since I've blogged...." along with some excuse as to why I have been away. I've known for some time now that writing is a coping tool I commonly used, but I've been unable to come up with an original opener to my next post, so I kept putting it off. And now, here we are.

Wow, it's been so long since I've blogged. I joined this blogging community when I reached the point, in my own mind, where I could no longer deny myself what I felt I needed. And, I used this community to shore up my nerve to actually make what I wanted to happen, happen. I think my writing started to wane when my activities become more mundane and less inspiring. It only makes sense that I come back to this community now, when everything that is going on in the world has interrupted all of my routines, mundane or not, and I haven't quit figured out how to cope.

I can't be the only one experiencing the unexpected consequences of switching from working in an office to working from home. I no longer have any of the freedom that I once enjoyed. But more than that, given the current circumstances, there is no way to justify spending time with anyone, sexually or otherwise, that exist outside my own bubble. So, I'll just say it, I miss dick.

I miss my circle of buddies that I could meet up with and we'd get each other off. I miss the random opportunities to suck a dick, or the offers from others to suck my dick. I miss the conversations with others like me, whether those were just friendly chats with like-minded guys, or if they led to something more. I mourn the loss of my sexual life. I even miss the privacy to explore that world in my own home, given that I am sheltered-in-place with the same people day in and day out, with no private spaces. Even this post has be written in chunks as I can steal away time to myself, without wandering eyes looking over my shoulder.

I miss that feeling of a rock solid cock covered is soft, velvety, flesh as it slowly pushes past my lips and slides across my tongue. I miss the heat I feel in my hand when I grab that hard dick for the first time. I miss exploring a dude's mouth, his neck, his chest, his groin, his ass, as we slowly undress each other. I miss the way one of my buddies will gasp when my tongue and teeth play with his nipple. And, I miss the way my dick twitches as it finds it's way down a nice warm throat, with a playful tongue swirling around it.

In all things, I am constantly aware of how good I have it. I have a home, I have a support system, and I have little to complain about except the loss of control and the loss of my secret private life. I'm not one to complain, but I have no one else to share these thoughts with except you, my like-minded readers. I have taken to spending what little spare private time I have to read blog posts and subreddits, and checking various apps for new messages and profiles. In a way, it's a return to life before I 'crossed the line', where I was the ultimate voyeur, always watching and never participating. Who knows how long this will last. Who knows what the new normal looks like once the main threat has passed.

Father/Son Fetish

2019-12-26T07:00:00.002-08:00

I'm not sure how this post will be received, but a recent exchange with a newfound friend has emboldened me to write it. I won't know if I'll actually post it until it's done.

I've been fixated, lately, on the taboo subject of father/son nudity and incest. It all started with a chat I having with a complete stranger on a hookup app. The guy's profile name described him as a Dad, and the details revealed that he was heavily into exhibitionism and voyeurism. Loyal readers of my blog know that I share those interests. We're chatting, exchanging the normal pleasantries and interests. He mentions that he's been to a nearby nude beach, and I'm riveted. He's sharing about some of his experiences, and I'm drinking it all down like a cool glass of water.

The conversation shifts to the fact that we're both dads, that we both have sons. I don't know how we got on this subject, but I start sharing my desire to ensure that my son develops a healthy love and respect for his body without shame, and my desire to always be open and honest with him about anything. Whkattk from Big Whack Attack would be proud. I talk about how proud I am of my son. About how we are not ashamed to be nude in our home. And about how I look forward to all of those conversations that so many other parents I know dread.

Exhibitionist Daddy echos my feelings. He explains how they are pretty much nudists at home. His son is older than mine, and he shares how they have already began having those types of conversations. In his home, they take it a step further than mine where they're pretty much always naked. In my home, we sleep naked and we don't shy away from each other when getting ready for bed, getting up in the morning, showering dressing, etc. But, we don't hang out nude just because.

The conversation is all innocent enough.

Eventually, it shifts back to being sexual. We talk about enjoying the same bathhouse. About what we might do to each other at said bathhouse. I tell him I'd love to have him suck my cock while I motion other guys to come up and fuck him. And he's loving it. He's talk about how much he likes group action in the video room. Then he says that he'd love to have me come to the house. We could hang out naked on the deck in the sun, have some fun, drink some drinks, etc. All of this is enticing. He lives further away than what would make this an actual possibility, but I'm enjoying the fantasy. "Naked Saturday" he calls it.

He adds, "Three of us in the buff". That's when it dawns on me that it wouldn't be just the two of us. He's suggesting that I come hang out with him and his son, for "Naked Saturday". His son has not reached the age of consent.

My heart starts racing.

I have doubts about my assumptions, so I play along and ask, "Me, you, and your son?". "Yeah", he replies, "Or in shorts". I press on, "Does that ever get awkward? Having company hang out in the buff along with your son?". I add something about how I am not judging, just trying to understand. His reply was that he had two guys hang out before and that it was great. And he tells me to say or ask whatever I want, no judgement taken.

"What do you do when it gets sexual?" I ask.
"Go to my room", he answers.
"I think I'd be hard the entire time and not doing a good job resisting the urge to grab your cock", I add.
"We all would be." He replies.

I missed the text where he asks, "Would you want to be in the open?", and when I read it, my heart starts pounding in my chest and I'm getting flush.

All of this is taking place while I am sitting at my desk at work, by the way.

"What do you mean by 'Would you wanna be in the open'?" I ask.
"Play with me in the living room", he answers.
"With your son in the room?"
"Potentially"
"The idea is exciting, but is also on the edge of taboo."

He backs off then, says that we should meet at the bathhouse so that I can feed him my cum. I, immediately, regret my text. I didn't want the conversation to end yet. I haven't had this kind of tingly feeling in a long time, but I really don't know what it means.

"Ah, but I have so many questions now!" I reply. He eggs me on, so I start to ask. He explains that a buddy of his hung out at his house, the buddy started to blow the dad, and the son left to his room. I ask if the son watched before he left. But, before he answered that question he tells me that the 2nd guy hit it off with his son, and the son gave this guy head. Then he answered my question, yes, the son watched the first guy blow the dad.

"We're you concerned about him being too young?", I asked.

"He calls his own shots", he replied simply. So I asked for more details. He watched his son blow the 2nd buddy, and he's watched his son jack off on other occasions. I asked if the two guys were hanging out at the same time, and he said no, it was on two different occasions. I asked if, on the second occasion where he watched the son blow the buddy, did he play with the buddy too? He did.

I ask if they jack off together often. If the son likes watching the dad jack off. If I am asking too many questions. "Not too often, yes, no", he replies.

I'm surprised by how excited I am by this conversation. I'm surprised by how turned on I am, by how rock hard I am, which chatting with this guy about him and his son. I tried to ask if it was actually a threesome, and his answered seemed to imply it was not. I ask how turned on he got by having his son watching a guy blow him. He said he was, and by seeing [his son] totally aroused and stroking himself through it. The son has also watched the dad blow a guy. But, apparently, they haven't crossed the threshold of watching each other fuck.

That's when he says it would be hot for me to fuck him while his son watched. My dick is straining my jeans, and I have to keep adjusting myself in my seat.

The conversations starts to fizzle when I don't immediately answer yes to his question of would I let the son suck me off. I ask more about the son's sexuality (bi) and his (more gay than bi). I ask about conversations he's had with his son about sexual activity outside of their shared experiences. They seem to have an extremely open and close relationship. Duh. We talk a bit more about one day meeting up at the bathhouse and what would happen. Then, like other unfulfilled chats on sex apps, the conversation stops.

For me though, that was just the beginning of weeks of deep thought and exploration.

As I said, I was taken off guard by my own reaction to this scenario. I am not into younger. Sure, the guys in the photos that I post to this site are almost always younger than me, I'll admit that. I wouldn't categorize any of them as 'jail bate' though. The thought of having sex with anyone near the age of consent, or under, is a turn off.

Now, exhibitionism, yes. I am definitely a fan! Voyeurism, hell yeah! So, I'm thinking that is why I got so turned on by the idea of having this Dad type suck me off while his son watched.

I also can't deny the taboo aspect of it, and maybe that is why I reacted the way I did. Later on, I mentioned to my newfound friend that the way my heart pounded in my chest doesn't happen to me very often, at least not sexually. It happened the first couple of times I had sex with a girl. And, much later in life as some of you have read, it happened the first time I had sex with a guy. So, that is why I got so turned on by this idea.

I was chatting with another buddy on Scruff. This guy I hadn't met in person, yet, but plan to. And a day or two after my interaction with Exhibitionist Dad, we were have a conversation. Somehow it turned to erotica. I love reading erotica, and I've written a little myself, aside from recounting my experiences here. He shared with me some of what he's written, and the main motif is obvious; incest.

His works are fiction, but they centered around teenage brothers playing together. What a coincidence this timing, and I'm reminded of the 'red car' phenomenon. I asked some questions about it, and we started chatting about father/son incest. He shares with me that a son 16 years old or older is fair play, in his view. At that age, boys are only thinking about sex. And if, say when a father is having the birds and the bees conversation, the son shows interest in experimenting, why not?

So that get's me thinking about fathers and sons. I'd be lying if I tried to convince any of you that I never thought about my own father in that way. I grew up in a split home, around almost all women and girls. I didn't live with my father during my sexually formative teen years when I started noticing my attraction to men. But I did visit and I spent summers with him, and he was really the only male in my life. It was not uncommon to see my father or his girlfriend naked, having lived with him when I was younger and, like myself today, he felt no shame or necessity to cover up. My Dad could have easily been described as a hippie. Added to that, I had also seen him have sex. The way our house was laid out, I had a clear view into my father's bedroom from my own. There were plenty of times that I would be awoken in the middle of the night by noises, and both our bedroom doors would be open, and I could see all. This was before I reached double digits in age. And, for a time, I was obsessed in trying to see all that I could.

Fast forward to my formative teen years, I went out of my way to try to catch my dad naked, and to try to catch him in sexual situations. I also regularly raided his porn stash. I even found a gay porn magazine at one point, a nice one with all high gloss pages showing two men fucking in a locker room that is permanently burned into my memory banks. Top Man, if I remember correctly, but I could never prove it belonged to my dad. Some of his stash obviously belonged to his girlfriend (different girlfriend than from earlier).

So, yeah, I've had sexual fantasies involving my dad. I can't say that I necessarily fantasized about having sex with my father, maybe I did. I definitely fantasized about watching my father having sex, about jacking off with my father, about having my father watch me have sex. I would have loved to have received that kind of sexual education. Did I just discover the root of my exhibitionism and voyeurism?

Oddly, though, my dad never attempted to have the 'sex' talk with me. It certainly would have been nice to be able to talk to someone about it. I don't think I ever would have admitted my attraction to men. But, who knows, especially if he admitted the same. That is a question I would love to ask him now, if he were still with us.

So, now, I've got father/son incest on the brain. I start seeking out erotica and porn showing these situations. I'm both surprised/not surprised by how much incest porn I am able to find so quickly. Apparently, it is a popular fetish, and I had no idea; Father/son, Uncle/Nephew, Brother/Brother, etc. I am starting to think it is a much more mainstream than I had ever imagined. I mean, yeah, I knew that being into "daddy" types was common. I guess I just never gave it much more thought that. I think that is why the conversation with the other dad was so exciting, not the part where it involved a minor. The porn and erotica that I've been enjoying have involved consenting adults. I've come across stories involving minors, and, thankfully, those have been a turn off and each time I quickly move on to something else. Also, thankfully, none of these feelings have transferred to my own son in any way.

I don't really know where I was going when I started this post. I think I just needed to write it and get it out of my brain. I am curious on your thoughts on the subject. Would you care to share your reactions, good or bad?

3Some

2019-03-14T09:08:00.001-07:00

If you are curious if my slut phase ended, it didn't, obviously. I have a lot of stories over the years since I regularly blogged, maybe I will still write about them yet. I've wanted to write about this experience I had two months ago, the threesome.

I was feeling particularly horny one day at work. I sent a quick message to a new buddy that worked nearby to see what he was up to. After a couple of messages of "Hey", "How are you?", "I'm good, you", etc, I asked if he was free for lunch. He messaged back that he had an idea.

He knew a guy that lived close by that wanted to play, and that guy wanted both of us to come over. I asked a few details about this new stranger, and I'll just say that he was not my type. But, I really enjoyed the last interaction with my new buddy. Let's call him Jeremy. Jeremy is tall, bearded, typical bear, early thirties, and was a great kisser with a talented mouth. This new stranger is shorter and best described as a twink. I mentioned that I was horny, right? I needed some man on man action, so I was game. We set a time, he gave me an address, and our plan was set.

I did not have any communication with this new stranger, let's call him Bruce. So, when I arrived at the apartment complex, no way was I going inside without Jeremy. Jeremy took a little longer to get there, so I waited patiently in my car, trying to keep my nerves under check. When Jeremy arrived, I greeted him at his car and we both nervously walked in together. This is when I learned that Jeremy had only been here once before. He wasn't even exactly sure where he was going.

We found the right apartment. The door was unlocked as planned, Jeremy walked in and I followed. The next couple of minutes were about as awkward as it could get. Bruce was sitting on his couch in his underwear. He is an Asian man in his either late thirties or early forties, a little thicker than your typical twink. English was not his first language, which in itself doesn't bother me but I have a terrible ear for accents. We walked into the living room, and I kind of look at Jeremy with an unspoken question of "What now?" He seemed to know what I'm thinking, but just shrugged and began taking off his clothing. Alright, I'm in it now, might as well see it through. I took off my shoes, emptied by pockets onto a near by counter, and sat down next to Bruce on the couch, or I think it was futon. Bruce had shed his underwear in the meantime, and was naked next to me. I reached out for his cock and began to stroke it. Jeremy walked over, with only his jeans on, kneeled on the floor in front of Bruce and took his cock into his mouth. Bruce reached for my groin, and started to remove the rest of my clothes.

Once all three of us were naked, all my hang ups were gone. We rotated through sucking each cock. Me on Bruce, Jeremy on me, me on Jeremy, Jeremy on Bruce, Bruce on me, etc. It was bliss. At one point, I was on my knees on the floor in front of Bruce sucking his cock, and Jeremy laid down on the floor in front of my to suck mine. At another point, Jeremy was sucking Bruce's cock, and I squeezed in and began licking the base. When we were both sucking Bruce's cock, lying side by side grinding our groins into each other, we took the opportunity to make out at the same time. That was the hottest moment for me. Both of us with our hunger for cock, but with our passion of kissing one another, it was almost primal.

Jeremy came first. When he was close, I think he got up and walked over to the kitchen near by and stroked off into the sink. I was on the under side of the 69 position with Bruce, so I had a hard time seeing where Jeremy went. Bruce was pumping his cock into my mouth, as I reached around and play with his hole with my fingers. I was able to peer through Bruce's legs enough to see Jeremy start to get dressed. That bummed me out, I didn't want to see him go. But I was close to cumming myself, and wasn't able to pay much attention to anything else at the moment. When I was nearing the point of no return, I pulled Bruce off my cock and jacked it for a bit. It wasn't long before streams of cum landed all over my chest. Then Bruce, still straddling my face, pulled out of my mouth and jerked his cock off. I licked and sucked on his balls as he did so. Soon he was adding his cum to mine.

After a couple of breaths, I looked around and saw that Jeremy was gone. I got up, and excused myself to the bathroom to clean up. Then came the awkward aftermath, made worse by the fact that I had a hard time understanding Bruce. As I got dressed I answered a couple of benign questions and said my pleasantries. Then I excused myself and left. The whole experience was maybe 30 minutes. I was hoping that at least Jeremy was waiting outside, but no. I actually chuckled to myself. The moments after a random hookup are always awkward. Hell, it doesn't matter who your with, if you try to leave immediately after sex, it's awkward. Apparently, Jeremy couldn't, or just didn't want to, face that. The fact that Bruce's cock was down my throat made his escape easy.

We messaged each other the next day, and he told me that the moment we were both sharing Bruce's cock was the hottest part for him as well. Since then, Jeremy has been somewhat elusive, and I've been doing my best not to appear clingy or needy, even though I think about his cock sliding down my throat fairly regularly. We did ran into each other once, about a week or two later, when I was eating lunch at a near by park, which resulted in my eating a little more than just my lunch. I was able to suck him off in the restroom. This time, when he was getting close to cumming and tried to pull of away from him, I wasn't having it. I held on until his warm cum filled my mouth. He seemed extremely appreciative of that, kept smiling all through the awkward clean up and us saying our "see ya later"s. I hope to see again soon.

Sore For Days: Full Story

2019-02-14T12:57:00.003-08:00

So Slut Phase Victim #4 and kept in very loose contact over the years. We'd send a random text message out of the blue, the other would respond with something like, "We should hang out", and we'd agree. But nothing would come of it.

Two weeks ago, I got another such text. "We should hang out." This guy always excites me. If you read about my first encounter, you know he's the only guy I'm met that is taller than me. But more than that, I've always got the sense that he is a genuinely nice guy. And, he enjoys kissing as much as I do.

I get this text, and I'm thinking that I really want to hang out with him. He suggests grabbing a bite to eat, having a drink, or playing. I was actually free that very day, but I felt trying to pull that off would have been sloppy. I suggested that we meet one evening the next week. Now, I had know idea how I was going to pull that off and still fly under the radar. But, I didn't wanted to let this guy get away again. Anyways, he agreed, and we had a date planned.

As the day got closer, I began working on how to pull this off. Coincidentally, a friend of mine from out of town told me he was going to be in town that same night. I agreed to dinner, but in the back of my head I knew he'd cancel. Or, I could always cancel on him. He did cancel, so I was left with an entirely plausible alibi and a free evening.

So I text Darren, Victim #4, and we make plans to meet for dinner. During dinner, we had a nice conversation and some good food. I confirmed my belief that he was a really nice guy. He opened up about his life, asked me genuine questions about mine. He even sought out my advice. At one point, he got up to use the restroom, and I was reminded again of his height. As a tall guy, it is very strange and sometimes intimidating to be around people my height. This time, it was a total turn on.

As dinner began to wind down, and begin thinking forward to what was next. Prior to meeting, he had suggested the possibility of getting drinks. I was hoping for something different, but also I appreciated the friendship we were forming and wanted to preserve that. When he asked what I wanted to do, I threw the ball back in his court. He threw out some suggestions, and when he suggested going back to his place, I jumped at that chance.

I followed him back, and convinced myself on the way to be happy if all we did was sit and chat. He moved since last time, so I had to wait for him to lead me in just like before. His place was immaculate, like I expected. But what was different this time was that he lead me straight to his bedroom. Within minutes we had our shoes and jackets off and were making out. And damn, he could kiss. We were rolling around on the bed before I knew it.

When I finally got his cock out of his pants, I was amazed. I mean, I'd seen it before, but Damn. It was rock solid, which I am discovering is more rare than normal, and it was huge! I engulfed it, and inhaled his sweet aroma. I feel like I could have spent eternity doing only that, sucking on his sweet, rock hard, silky smooth cock. I choked on it more than a few times, but stayed determined.

As we moved around, switched positions, me lying on top of him, him lying on top of me, 69'ing, I was again appreciative and impressed by his height. I love to cuddle. I love bear hugs, tight bear hugs. Darren obviously loved them too. And it soon became clear to me what else Darren loved, as he took every opportunity he could to squeeze my ass, and slide a finger or two over my hole. At one point, I was on my back and he was sitting in between my legs, and I could feel his cock throb in my crack as he slowly slid it up and down. I loved that feeling. But, I wasn't sure about where this was going. I call myself vers, but I am not very experienced. And, as I said, he was huge. The last guy I let back there was just a little smaller than I was. I refused to let it get too much in my head though. I was determined to enjoy the moment. We "wrestled", sucked, kissed, hugged for an undetermined amount of time.

He was getting more and more amp'd up, as was I. He was sitting between my legs again, having spend the last few moments sucking on my cock and rimming my ass. His cock was pushing against my hole, and he was leaning over with his mouth on my mouth. I had my arms and legs wrapped around him; if he tried to pull away he would have lifted me up with him. I was hungry for him. And it's fair to say my hole was hungry for him as well. I think he was trying to restrain himself, but was loosing that restraint. He pulled free, pulled one of my legs over his head so that I was now lying on my side, then he lined himself up, still between my legs, with my hole. He paused long enough for a condom and a little lube, then pushed his cock head against my hole again.

I was still hesitant, but not willing to stop him. I figured, if I am not prepared enough, I will soon find out. He took it slow, which put me at ease. But my hole still burned as he slowly pushed himself inside of me. I buried my face in pillows, and let out a few little whimpers. I wouldn't have stopped him for the world at that point.

I'm not sure how much time passed before he was smoothly sliding his cock all the way in and out or me. Twice or three times, I squeezed at the wrong moment and pushed him out. With ease, he found his way back in. I can't say that the burning ever really stopped, nor did my fear of an "accident". There was, however, a level of bliss that I didn't experience in either of my previous bottoming attempts. His grunts and moans told him he was enjoying himself too. Then he announced, "I'm going to cum", as he started to really pound my ass hard.

He collapsed on top of me when he finally exploded. I enjoyed the weight of him, and the feeling of his cock pulse and slowly retreat. When he slid out, I twisted myself around underneath him and he turned his attention to my cock. It sprung back to life, and a combination of me stroking myself, him stroking me, and his tongue on my tip soon had me cumming.

After cleaning up a little, we just lied there in each other's arms for awhile. I felt myself start to doze off, when I forced myself to get up and get dressed. It has been almost two hours since we arrived at his house, and it was passed time for me to go home.

We've texted and chatted daily since, and I'm making plans to meet up with him again. And, you already know, I enjoyed the experience so much I just had to write about it.

Sore for Days

2019-02-08T15:38:00.000-08:00

Earlier this week my wish came true, I got another chance at Slut Phase Victim #4. I can't wait to tell you about it....

So Long, Farewell...

2015-02-24T21:32:00.002-08:00

I've actually been thinking, for a while now, that it's time to officially close my blog. I love the community, I loved sharing my experiences along the way, and I love the friendships that have come out of it. But, I haven't updated it since last July. And the reality is that I probably won't. Partially because I simply do not set aside enough time to do so. And, partially because I run out of things to say.

Now that Blogger is changing their policies, I know longer have to stress over it. They will close my blog for me, effective March 23rd. It won't go away, I won't take it down. It is a part of me, my journal for the last few years, and I'll keep it as long as possible. (And back it up for beyond the possible) But I'm not going to take the time to remove all the lovely photos, and I'm not going to take the time to move my blog to another provider.

If you really want to keep access to my blog, send me your email and I will invite you. If you want to keep in touch, send me your email and I'll write you. My email will, of course, stay active.

So long farewell, auf weidersehen good-bye
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight
So long farewell, auf weidersehen adieu
Adieu, adieu, to you and you and you
So long farewell, au revior auf weidersehen
I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne
So long farewell, auf weidersehen goodnight
I leave and heave a sigh and say good bye
I'm glad... to go.... I cannot tell a lie
I fleet, I float, I fleetly flee I fly...

Thank you, all of you, and you know who you are, for the companionship along the way.

Thanks,
Jay

2014-08-17T22:24:00.000-07:00

I've been in a weird funk all weekend. I think it might have started with a dream I had on Friday night. I don't remember all of the dream, but a couple of points really stand out. I was riding in a car, an black SUV, with about 4 guys. I was in the back seat sitting behind the driver. I think, maybe, the driver was a guy that I work with. He's older than me, but he's what I would call the typical chauvinistic male. He has no problem make dick jokes, even go as far as make jokes about guys blowing one another to get what they want. I've even seen him make other guys in the room blush. So, he's driving. And there's a younger guy in the front passenger seat. I knew him in the dream, but now that I am awake I have no idea who he was.

There's another guy sitting in the back with me. He's one hell of a dreamy, sexy specimen. He's in his twenties. I think at the start of the dream, he was fully clothed. But at some point he lost his shirt. He had short hair, immaculately styled. He was muscular, but not overdone. He was smooth, on his face and on his chest. He had dark hair, blue eyes, perfect lips.

Anyways. I'm not looking much at the guy next to me. I don't know if it was because I didn't want to be too obvious, or if I was distracted by something else. The front seat passenger kept making jokes, and bouncing around in his seat. At one point, I look in his direction, and I can't understand what I'm looking at. The driver, the coworker, starts laughing and makes a gesture like he's about to grab the passenger's crotch. I still don't understand what I'm seeing, but I hear the driver say something like, "If a woman sitting next to me did that, I "accidentally" slip my hand right here. I'm mean, she'd almost be asking for it." Again, I notice that the driver makes a motion like he's grabbing the passenger's crotch, but I can't see the passenger's crotch. I sit up straight, and try to see more of what's going on. I see what look's like a huge lump between the guy's legs. But it's not a lump that I can identify. I lean forward a little more, and I realize that the guy is in his seat upside down! What I thought was his crotch was his shoulders, and the lump was his neck. He head was so far back, that it disappeared from my view.

It made sense, but then it didn't. Why had this guy turned himself upside down? His legs were bent in a way that they were entirely hidden by the seatback. I leaned in further, and he pushed his hips into the air. That's when I realized that he'd lost his pants, and his cock was rock hard and pointing downwards toward his head. I blushed slightly, and sat back in my seat. I didn't want to be obvious, but this guy's cock had caused an immediate reaction in my own cock.

I tried my damnedest to not look "too" interested. The driver is still make jokes and laughing. I could have sworn that the driver grabbed the passenger's cock, but that may have just been my overactive imagination. I relaxed into my seat, and noticed that the guy sitting next to me was looking at me. I looked in his direction, and saw nothing but desire in his face. I didn't want to believe, and I felt like all of this could be a trap. But he inched his way a little closer to me. I saw hesitation in his face as well, like maybe he wasn't sure that I was going to respond the way he hoped.

He had to be one of the most sexy, handsome, young men I'd ever laid my eyes on. He inched a little closer, and put his hand on my thigh. I was nervous, and I didn't want to get caught. But lust took over, and my face surely told him that I wanted him badly. He leaned over, opened his mouth slightly, and our tongues met before our lips. My body exploded. This is where I realized that he's shirtless, and I put my hand on his chest. I can feel the clearly defined pecs, I find and slightly pinch his nipples, I rub my hand up to his shoulders. All the while, our tongues are having a bit of foreplay on their own.

Then I start to get worried that the guys in the front seat are going to look back and see us. So, I push him back away from me, but slowly. I imagined that his hand was on my crotch, confirming my attraction. I also imagined that he had my cock bare in his hands. But I pushed him off. I was thinking that I didn't really care if I got caught. A guy as sexy as this, surely anyone would forgive me. But, still, I pushed him off.

The dream shifted then, and it never got back to that scene. After I woke up, I could still taste him on my tongue, feel his chest in my hand. I couldn't remember exactly what he looked like, but the parts of the dream that mattered are still extremely real and vivid in my mind. Even now, two days later. All day Saturday, I would constantly allow myself to daydream and replay out the scene in my mind.

I think the dream was partially to blame for the funk that I find myself in now.

The Hot Tubs

2014-07-14T07:30:00.001-07:00

It would be more than a month before Slut Phase Victim #5 came into the picture. In that time, I've hooked up with Victim #3 a couple of times. I didn't give him a name in my last post, let's call him Nate. My first time with Nate was the all-nighter in a hotel room on an out-of-town trip. My second time was a blow job in my office late at night the following week. Then we decided to get together at a local hot tub place in a city near us. We made plans to both leave early for work one afternoon and meet up at this place, which would give us a good hour, hour and a half of fun.

The particular establishment was one of the more skeevy places that I've been too. I didn't expect a whole lot, and it doesn't look like a whole lot from the outside. When I first saw it, months ago, I assumed that prostitutes were hanging out in the parking lot out front. When Nate and I were first making plans, he mentioned another place in another town that seemed much more upscale. Ultimately, we decided against the "nicer" place because it required a reservation, and my schedule was too tenuous. So, we opted for the less "reputable" place.

It actually wasn't that bad. It was just old and run down. I'm sure there are all kinds of dealings that go on there that I don't want to know about, but Nate and I didn't get a sense that any of that stuff was happening. At least, not while we were there. The hot tub itself was nice, hot, and seemed clean. The room also came with a bed, a sauna, and a shower. We learned quickly that it gets way too hot in those rooms, to the point that we were both feeling a bit lightheaded. But we enjoyed the tub, making small talk for a bit then getting into some kissing and cuddling.

It wasn't long before I had his cock in my mouth. The heat was definitely getting to him, because he couldn't get completely hard. But I didn't let that deter me any bit. I sucked on his semi-hard cock for what seemed like 15 or 20 minutes. (It was probably only 5) Then I pulled myself out of the tub and presented my cock to be sucked by him. I enjoyed his mouth and tongue for a few minutes, then I left the tub area and pulled him over to the bed. We laid down, locked tongues, and began to grind our groins into each other. I knew from our first encounter that he loves to slide his cock in between my ass cheeks, so after a few minutes I turned over onto my stomach. He took the hint and laid down on top of me. I enjoyed having the weight on me. I also enjoyed the feeling of his cock sliding across my hole. At one point, I was sure that there was penetration, but I figured out quickly that it was just additional pressure against my sphincter. I pushed back against it, and he was getting intense with his grinding.

We kept that up for a few minutes until I he began to whimper, then eventually yell out as I felt his cum all over my backside. I reached back and scooped up what I could, and used it as lube as I began to stroke my now throbbing cock. He watched, I think he may have even sucked on one of my balls. I was cumming within a few minutes, and as soon as I did his mouth was on my cock sucking it all up.

Then we both collapsed.

After a nap, which felt like hours but I know was only a few minutes, we managed to collect ourselves and start the clean up process. We both took showers, dried off as best we could in the damp hot room, and got dressed. Once we felt like we were put together well enough, we exited. I said my goodbyes in the parking lot. All in all, I'd say it was a good experience, despite the seediness of the establishment. We actually met up there one other time since, which I will tell you about later.

3rd Anniversary

2014-07-08T07:00:00.000-07:00

It's somewhat fitting, I just passed 200K pageviews, and last month was the 3rd anniversary of my blog. I don't know if 200K is a lot in the grand scheme of things. But, a whole hell of a lot has changed since my very first post. With each post, each comment, and each visitor I've learned a little bit more about myself. I've gotten a little bit more confident with myself. I believe guys now, when they tell me that I'm handsome, or that I'm hot. On a hookup with someone new, my heart manages to remain in my chest instead of trying to escape through my throat. I can actually take the lead in a new encounter, instead of sheepishly waiting for instructions. I've learned that I'm very oral. I simply love to suck cock, and to have my cock sucked. I've learned that I am very good at compartmentalizing the different aspects of my life. I know longer worry about slipping up and saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

I've learned that it is not always so simple to determine whether you are a top, or a bottom. Honestly, I can't decide if I liked either. I've bottomed, I can't say that it was a pleasurable experience. There must have been something about it though, because I couldn't stop thinking about it and I couldn't resist getting him to do it again. I even worried for a bit, like AMtop did, that perhaps I'm a bit more of a bottom than a top. Today, I couldn't honestly tell you why I worried. I guess the image of me as a bottom didn't fit my preconceived notions of who I was. I really couldn't get it out of my head, and I started thinking about how much I like to

look at cocks, but I've never liked looking at asses. I started thinking about how I might really like the idea of cocks, and cocks penetrating me, more than the idea of me penetrating someone else. But in the end, I decided that it didn't matter. I set out to try it all. If I enjoy bottoming, so be it, that's something new I didn't know about myself. I've topped, obviously sliding my dick into a warm, wet, tight hole feels good. But better than a mouth? I'm not sure. I suspect that the guys who shared these experiences with me have something to do with it. Perhaps if I were with a more experienced top, or if his cock was a better fit for my ass, I would have enjoyed that experience more. Perhaps, if I weren't bent over my desk in my office at 10 o'clock at night.

I know, everyone knows, that I enjoyed the first time I topped. It's the only one of my experiences with fucking that I have written about so far. Saying that I topped isn't even very descriptive of what actually happened. I was not in control, I was on my back, and before I knew if the guy was sliding my raw cock into his ass. I came within a few strokes, though I struggled to not cum and ended up ruining my orgasm. The second time I actually successfully penetrated another guys ass (not the second time I tried), I guess I was nervous. I was more focused on why my cock would stay hard that I was on enjoying the sensation.

Aside from the parts of my life that I've described in detail here, the rest of my life has changed dramatically as well. I would say that it was all for the better. I'm living in a new city, I have a new job, and new addition to my family. Some of the drama that was in my life when this all began has ended, replaced by new drama. Although, on the whole, my life is pretty drama free.

There is a good chance, a very strong chance, that I will regret all of this one day. As I've always said, I'm not proud of the choices I've made, but I do feel that they were the best choices for me. I don't know what the future holds. Will I continue down this road I'm on? Will I decide that I don't need these kind of hooks up anymore? Will I figure out a way to live my life more in the open? Will I screw the whole thing up? Who knows?

Slut Phase Victim #4: Tall Sexy Guy

2014-06-17T06:30:00.001-07:00

This happened a few months ago. That's how far behind I am in updating all of you on the exploits of my slut phase. If it's any consolation, I've thought an awful lot about writing this, and many other, posts. For some reason, I've been struggling with a lack of motivation. I really don't understand, because for once I have a lot to write about, and I love sharing with all of you.

Anyways, as I've mentioned in previous posts this year, I have slipped deep into a slut phase. My recent anon-blowjob in a park is plenty of evidence of the debauchery that I've allowed into my life. I wanted to tell you about Slut Phase Victim #4, Darren. What I loved most about Darren is his height. He's the first man I've gotten close to, who is actually taller than I am. What a kick it was to walk up close to a man, start kissing him on the lips, with actually tilting my head upwards instead of the usual downward angle I am forced to take. Our chests met, our pelvis met, I could put my hands on his ass without hunching over. And, when his cock started to stir, it was pressed up against my own cock. What a thrill!

I'd found him on Growlr a couple of week earlier, and I laughed when I read his height and the note just below it, which read, "No, my height is not a typo". I laughed, because invariable one of the first questions I get on these type of social apps is, "Are you really [that tall]?".

I did mention that I was tall, right? No, I won't say exactly how tall, that's part of my anonymity.

Anyways, I sent him a message, with some joke in reference to his height. Something lame like the jokes I used to get all the time, "How's the weather up there". He laughed, assumedly after he realized the irony of me asking. We chatted for a second, and went on with our lives. Over the next couple of weeks, we chatted once or twice more. You know, the usual chats like, "When are you gonna come over and suck my cock?".

Anyways, I was at a meeting that was keeping out of the house till late at night. I wasn't particularly enjoying this meeting. When I noticed that Darren was online, I started messaging him to pass the time. I learned that he was available at that very moment. My meeting was in another town, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. I could slip out of the meeting, drive the 30 or so minutes to his house which was sort of, kind of on my way home, and still make it home afterwards at a semi-excusable time. So I set it up on was shortly on my way.

He lived in condo building, so I messaged him when I was on the street and he met me outside. At first, it was almost intimidating, his height. I followed him up a flight of stairs, into an elevator and up a couple of floors. I made some small talk about the building itself. It didn't exist when I lived in this particular town. Another tenant joined us in the elevator for the first two floors. I was painfully aware that I was there for a hookup, and had no idea what to talk about that wouldn't make it obvious to this innocent bystander. Eventually, we got to his apartment, it was the usual spartan but well decorated place. I was jealous.

Then the kiss. God damn, how I loved that kiss. He was scruffy, tall, dark skinned, better built, and the perfect height. Kissing was... easy, and hot! My hands explored all of him, and I marveled how easily I could grab and squeeze his ass. His cock protruded, and seemed to wrap itself around my cock. I know what wasn't possible, even though he was wearing loose fitting basketball shorts. I was wearing jeans, which kept me pretty contained. But I knew almost instantly his size was larger than mine, impressively larger.

He slowly lead me over to his couch. Before pushing me down onto it, he managed to get my belt off and my pants down around my ankles. I whimpered slightly when he took my rock hard cock into his mouth. He was amazing, warm, wet, just the right amount of pressure, just the right amount of tongue. He was an expert.

I enjoyed his blowjob for what seemed like hours. Eventually, my own hunger took over and I pushed him off me. He stood before me, I lowered his shorts and let loose a monster of a cock. I can't describe enough how much I love the feel of a rock hard cock. They way it's both soft and silky, solid and throbbing at the same time. I licked the head, licked the underside softly. He was sweet, and clean, and burning hot! I enveloped the head of his cock and slowly slid it deeper and deeper into my mouth. It hit the back of my mouth before I was even half way down. I slid up and down on it a couple of times, enjoying it's heat and it's pulse. I tried to push it further, take it into my throat. I gagged. I concentrated on just the top half again. Every few minutes I would try to take it deeper, and each time I would gag. I put his hand on the back of my head and motioned for him to face fuck me. He pushed deeper and deeper with each throat. I continued to gag, but I willed myself to take it deeper and deeper.

It wasn't long before I couldn't take it anymore. I was gagging almost to the point of vomiting and I had to pull off of him. I kept going on the tip, until he pushed me off and back so that I was once again laying down his couch. He was back on his knees between my legs with my own cock engulfed in his mouth. He messaged my balls with his hand, as his tongue massaged the shaft of my cock. It was bliss, and I let it go on for an eternity. Or, it seemed like an eternity, I lost my sense of time. When my orgasm started, probably only a few moments had passed. I let him know I was about to cum not by telling him, but by tightening my grip on his head and pulling him tighter into my crotch. I knew that if he wanted to, he could overpower me and escape. He didn't, he rode my orgasm with me and, when it came, sucked every bit of cum out of me.

We both knew that I was in no position to reciprocate. It took several minutes before I could form full sentences again. He seemed to, honestly, enjoy my orgasm as much as I did, if that's possible. He was sated.

So, where did I find the motivation tonight to write this post. I've just set a return date with this guy. With any luck, I'll get to experience his mouth, and his burning cock, in the next couple of days. You have no idea how excited I am!

I've been busy. If you count the guy in the park, I'm up to 10 "willing" victims of my slut phase. All I can say is, I hope this never ends.

A Day In The Park

2014-06-10T06:30:00.000-07:00

I'm really not sure what I expected, or what I was thinking, as I drove to the park. I was in The City, and I had a some time to kill. I was working, but just as on most days, no one accounts for my time and efforts but me. So, I had some time to kill. My next meeting wasn't for a couple of hours. I had seen on Squirt.org that there was a particular park in The City that was pretty popular for hookups. I needed a quiet place to sit down and possible get some work done (yeah, right!), so I decided to drive over and check it out.

I parked, grabbed my backpack with my computer, because, you know, I was there to work, and I walked over to the park. This wasn't your typical city park, or at least not typical of any of the parks I was used to in my life. My idea of a park is an open field, usually with some playground equipment and a baseball field or two. No, this was a vast forest area on a very steep hill. Walking into it, I could easily figure out why it was the choice place for M2M casual encounters. Lots of underbrush, lots of trails, lots of places to be out of view of the general public.

And, lots of steps. I was out of breath in seconds. Again, I hadn't yet decided what I was there for, so I just made my way of the hill. The City is known for it's killer views, and I had a suspicion that this place would not disappoint. It didn't. I made up to one of the summits, with my heart pounding in my chest and cool air on my face. The view was spectacular. I could see almost all of the city, the bridge blanketed in fog, the bay. I sat there for a while, simultaneously checking out the view and checking out Scruff, but really just trying to catch my breath. Scruff told me there were guys near by, but no one super close. I could see a few others walking around, a couple walked right by me. One guy climbed up the hill behind me. I thought maybe he was there for action, but there was no way he was getting anything out of me. He looked like he slept in the park last night.

Once I caught my breath, I walked around for a bit. There were a few guys walking around alone, but almost all appeared to be there just for the fresh air. I did see what looked like it might have been two guys doing something together in the distance, but I wasn't close enough to confirm anything. Anyways, after about an hour or so, I decided I'd had enough fresh air, so I started to make my way back to the entrance.

On my way out, I passed a guy who had just gotten out of his car. He was dressed in short and a sleeveless tee, and looked like he was there for a jog. I didn't pay him much attention, he was older than I was and had no hair on his head.

I made it back to my car, I really had to piss and I couldn't decide what to do next. I still didn't have to be anywhere for a couple of hours, and I wasn't in the mood to be early. It was Monday after all. I decided to take another look at Scruff. Maybe one of the guys that I'd been chatting on previous trips to The City were around. There are a couple of messages, but nothing real promising. I had really hoped that this one guy I'd met up with a couple of times would be around later today, but he hadn't responded to my message yet. It was then that I noticed that the guy I had just passed at the park entrance had taken the profile square right next to mine.

I didn't pay much attention to it, figured I was on my way out. But I hadn't left yet, and a minute later he messaged me. We went back and forth for a bit, and it wasn't long before I was back out of my car and walking back in the park entrance.

I met up with the guy, he was older, in his fifties. No hair on his head, but that was by choice. He obviously had very light colored hair, when he had it, because his eyebrows disappeared also. Anyways, we made the usual awkward small talk as I got him to lead the way towards a good spot. It was, after all, my first visit. I wouldn't have known where the good spots were. And really, neither did he. It took us a few minutes to find something suitable, and it required walking up a pretty steep hill and through some briars. When we finally did find a spot that was halfway decent, I suddenly remembered how badly I had to piss. Remember? I mentioned that before.

He waited patiently, as I took one of the longest pisses in my life. That's what I get for holding it for so long, and for being nervous about who was about to walk around the bend. When I finally did finish, I shook off what piss I could from my cock, turned around, and fed it right into his mouth. Like a good boy, he was already sitting down waiting.

The man had skills. He sucked me from soft to hard in seconds flat. The cool air hitting the exposed parts of my body was probably helping a bit. I had one hand on the back of his head, the other on a branch just over my head. I was rhythmically fucking his mouth, but slowly, enjoying every bit of it. I was still looking around nervously. I saw one guy jogging on a ridge a ways away, I didn't worry because he was going in the other direction. But as my orgasm started to build, I cared less and less about who might be around. I even started to moan.

It was probably one of the shortest blowjobs I've received, because I was cumming in a matter of a few minutes. He let me cum in his mouth, and kept nursing after my cock well into the oversensitive phase, and I let him. I saw another guy on the same ridge, walking in the other direction. Once glance to the left, and he'd see the both of us. I watched, as I still rhythmically slid my cock in and out of this guys mouth. He didn't look. I don't know what I would have done had he, or if I would have cared.

When I finally pulled my cock out, he spit my cum on the ground. I didn't know what was going to happen next, the deal I'd struck on Scruff was just for a blowjob, for me. When he stood up, I could see he was tenting his pants. I don't know if he expected me to reciprocate, or if he saw me staring, but he started to undo his pants. I quickly took he seat on the log, and he quickly fed me his cock.

It was a nice sized cock, I'm starting to think that everyone is bigger than I am. Very little hair, guess it wasn't just his head that was lacking. He was uncut, and I am really starting to love uncut cocks. Fortunately, it was clean.

I quickened my pace, and he was much more vocal as he fucked my mouth. I kept a hand on the base of his shaft to keep the skin pulled back, and the other hand gripped his ass and I guided his hips back and forth. I think I'm actually starting to get good at this, he came much faster than I did. If anyone heard me, then they definitely heard him. I let him cum in my mouth, and he had a firm grip on my hair as he did it. When he was done, I attempted to spit it out. I almost started laughing when a big splooge of it refused to let go of my tongue. I had to wipe it away, then I went back to his cock to see if I could get any more.

We both straightened ourselves out, and made our way back to the park entrance. He tried to make small talk along the way, but I'm not one for talking, especially afterwards. It's just awkward. I'm much better writing about it. Anyways, we came up to his car first, so I shook his hand and was on my way.

Slut Phase Victim #3: The All-Nighter

2014-03-21T07:01:00.000-07:00

I woke up at one point in the night, covered in sweat, and feeling the need to break away from the source of the heat. He was snoring behind me, spooning me, snuggle up close and when I remembered where I was I no longer minded. And when I felt his cock nestled up against my ass, I pushed back a little and enjoyed the company. I had never met this man before, and it was this night that had me firmly convinced I had indeed turned into a slut. We'd chatted a few times on Scruff. He came off as a nice guy. He was fully out, openly gay and unattached. He had blonde hair with blue eyes. Somewhat hairy. Almost a foot shorter than me. I knew I wanted to hook up with him almost immediately, but neither of us could host. Me, for obvious reasons. Him, because he was somewhat new to the area and was living with family. On the second night chatting with him, he mentioned going out of town for work in another week or so. And, if I really wanted to hook up, I should meet him, and spend the night in his hotel room. This wasn't a possibility; my situation doesn't lend itself to taking off for a night without much explanation or cause. However, as luck would have, over the next couple of days things started lining up to where I would actually need to be in the same town at the same time. It's as almost as if fate wanted us to meet. LOL. Admittedly, the idea of spending an entire night with a stranger is a bit scary. I could be brave, because I would have my own hotel room to escape too if needed. When I asked if he was serious about inviting me, he hesitated, understandably. Ultimately, obviously, he agreed. I think that part of his hesitation was actually due to me being married and closeted. I showed up at his hotel pretty late, after 9. I drove up after work, and after taking care of a few other errands. My work commitments were for the next day, while he had already been there a couple of days. When I arrived, things were a bit tenuous and nervous at first. After all, aside from texting one another and sending pics of ourselves, we'd never met. He invited me in, I lay down on his bed, fully dressed, while he was in boxers and a T, and we talked. We talked for a good hour, and got comfortable. Then he invited me to get undressed and to get into bed. I undressed down to my own boxers and T-shirt, and got under the covers. We talked for a bit more, after he had turned out the light, and he was cuddling up on me. Things progressed pretty quickly from there. He had my shirt off, kept rubbing my chest and shoulders. I pulled his shirt off and was rubbing his back while pulling him down on top of me. I could feel his rock solid cock pushing against my lower stomach. And we kissed.

I don't think the kissing stopped much during the activities of the night. Except, that I had his cock in my mouth for a good while, and he had mine in his for almost as long. We both worked up a serious sweat, rolling back and forth to him being on top, than me, than him, and so on. I learned that I liked to bite his nipples, though I honestly couldn't tell you if that did anything for him. I also learned that I loved sucking on his cock. My skills still need work, but they're improving. What he really wanted to do was to slide his cock up and down the crack of my ass, which I gladly agreed to. The next 15 to 20 minutes reminded me of the dream I had about being taken from behind, the one that I wrote about here. I was lying on my stomach, he was laying on top of me. I loved the feel of all of his weight. He slid his cock back and forth across my hole. At times, it felt as though it might just pop right in. At times his hands were on my back or shoulders, holding himself up. And at another he'd collapse on top of me and just his hips would hump into me.
When he got close, he jumped up on his knees and began stroking himself. I thought about turning over so that he could cum on my chest, but thought better of it. He came all over my ass. After his orgasm subsided, he grabbed a towel and cleaned me up. I flipped over and began stroking myself while he sucked on my balls. It wasn't long before I was spurting all over my chest. Once the first wave passed, he moved my hand away and swallowed my cock. I was so sensitive, it almost felt like I had just cum a second time.
We both collapsed into bed. I used the same towel to clean myself up again. It was long before we both passed out. I woke up several times throughout the night. Once, I was the big spoon, with my cock firmly nuzzled between his cheeks. Another, just as my story began, he was nuzzling me. I had to get up and out early the next morning. But that didn't stop us from having some more fun. After a lot of kissing and wrestling, he both settled on our backs, butt to butt, with our balls smashed against each other and our legs tangled in the other. I was stroking my cock was my other hand was tugging on his balls and massage anything I could reach. He was stroking his cock while staring at me and using one his hands to hold up one of my legs. My orgasm came quickly, and my cum shot straight into the air and splattered over the both of us. His came a little slower, but put my own to shame. At that point, I was running late. I quickly hopped into the shower, then got dressed and ran a comb through my hair. Maybe only 5 minutes passed between jumping out of bed and walking out the door. The whole time he stayed naked, walking around the room, carrying on with the conversation. If I could have, I would have called in sick, dropped to my knees, and swallowed his cock. But I had to go. I grabbed his ass as we kissed goodbye, and took off. This rendezvous occurred about a month and a half ago. Since then, I've hooked up with this guy two or three more times. I'll call him Nate (Or Slut Victim #3) from here on out, and perhaps this can become a regular thing. Who knows.

Atlas Shrugged

2014-02-28T07:00:00.000-08:00

I love that phrase, "Atlas Shrugged". I don't know, it just conjures up so many thoughts and images. I know it is the title of a book by Ayn Rand, which was later made into a movie. But that's not what my past is about. Atlas shrugged. Can you imagine? Imagine the implications to both Atlas, and to the world. In case you don't know, Atlas is a figure made most popular in Greek Mythology, a titan forced to hold up the heavens on his shoulders. For many, the myths have changed so that Atlas hold up the Earth on his shoulders. Either way, imagine what might happen if Atlas were to shrug.

For me, I think about the possibilities of letting your responsibilities and commitments go. Of actually shrugging them off, even for a brief moment. The immense relief one might feel if all the weight on their shoulders were to suddenly lift away. But that's not all, almost immediately after the sense of relief would come a sense of fear, regret, or shame. What would the affect be, to Atlas, when the very precious thing he is tasked to carry falls? What would happes to the heavens, or to the earth, when Atlas is no longer holding it up? What happens to all those people who are depending on you to carry your weight?

Many of you reading this would assume that I am cracking under the pressure. That's not true. Yes, I am under pressure and stress. I have a lot of responsibilities. Often it seems like I cannot get the space or the time to plan out how to get what I want, let alone the time to figure out what that is. The pressure, the stress, is no more than normal, no more than any of my neighbors or any of you might be feeling at any given moment. For some reason, perhaps as a Freudian slip, the phrase "Atlas Shrugged" popped into my head this morning, and I felt the need to write about it.

Fidelity

2014-02-25T06:30:00.001-08:00

So this is one of those posts that I started a couple of month ago, but never finished. I read back through it, and I decided to go ahead and post it even though it's incongruous with my current slut phase.

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Something has been on my mind lately. A dilemma. I can't decide if it's something that I want to deal with. Actually, I can't decide if it is something that I want to even think about whether it is something I want to deal with. Is that enough double speak for you? You should try living inside my head.

The dilemma has to do with my marriage and my fidelity. I've posted a bit about this before. What I'm worried about is to what degree have I been lying to myself. And, if I've been lying to myself, is there any hope for me and my marriage.

I saw something on Facebook that snapped this issue back into my face. It was one of those generic postings that several different people liked and shared, so I was forced to see it several times. It was a link to an article titled "Marriage is not for me".

The article starts off with the author, a man, explaining his fears about getting married. He was engaged to his best friend, a woman who had been with him for years. The man, despite his love for the woman, was doubting whether he was marrying the right one.

So the man confesses to his father his doubts. His father replies simply with, "you are being selfish, you don't get married for you. You get married to make the other person happy."

That thought hit home. Of course, the article plays on words and emotions so that you are expecting some revelation about how marriage isn't right for everyone. Perhaps this guy is meant to be a life long bachelor. But that's not the revelation. Once the author realized that it was more important to him that he devote his life to making his fiancé happy than making himself happy, it was a no brainer.

Did I enter into my marriage with the right expectations? With the right frame of mind? Was I thinking about making my wife happy? Or was I only trying to make myself happy.

When I chose, now a couple of years ago, to venture across the line, who was I really trying to satisfy? Well, jeez, I know the answer to that question is obvious. Little Jay was in control. But I rationalized, even to this day, that it was the best option for all involved. It allowed me to experience something I desperately wanted to experience, without threatening my current situation.

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Had I finished this post back when I started it, I would have written about how I was struggling with the decision of whether to keep doing what I'm doing. I was seriously considering playing it straight, exclusively, from that point forward. Well, I guess you know what happened to that line of thinking. Not that I actually resolved anything, except that I resolved to put the question on hold for a time. To be struggled with on another day.

Porn Rot

2014-02-21T07:00:00.001-08:00

I am beginning to think that it is highly likely that porn has rotted my brain.

Since the invention of the world wide web, I have been somewhat addicted to downloading pictures of naked men off the internet. Since I began my blog, I've stepped up my collection process. I've subscribed to more blogs and tumblrs than I can count. I browse through them on a daily, sometimes hourly, basis, saving anything that peaks my interest to my google photos account. The idea is that later, as I am writing posts, I will have a huge selection of photos to choose from. This began a couple of years ago. Today I have tens of thousand of photos saved. A few duplicates, yes, but more than I could possible use in a lifetime. And it's not just naked men, it's groups of naked men. And they're not just posing for the photo, they are sucking, rimming, 69'ing, fucking, you name it. Men of all ages, body types, ethnic backgrounds, cultures. I have entire libraries devoted to jocks, cowboys, bears, muscle-bears, and twinks. Solos, duos, groups, men blowing, men kissing, men fucking. And that doesn't even count those that include or are exclusively women. Lately, animated GIFs have completely taken over, so I don't even need to imagine what the scene is the photo is depicting.

So, why do I think porn has rotted my brain?

It used to be that I could enjoy some private time to myself, in bed, with nothing but some lube, something to

I've found that my imagination alone is no longer enough. I can't hold a fantasy as well as before. My mind wonders, and it doesn't get me as "hot and bothered". I've found that I need the photos, or the videos, to really get me going. I can't even "relive" any of my recent experiences, because they are not vivid enough. My time with slut phase victim #1 or #2 were so hot, I just be walking around with a perpetual boner.
clean up with, and my imagination. I would play out elaborate fantasies in my mind that could get me cumming in as little as a few minutes, or I could stretch them out to last over an hour. I think my record is just under two hours. You'd think with my recent experiences and my slut phase, I'd have more spank-bank material than ever.

This could be due to my extremely advanced age of 38, I don't know. I've certainly read in other places the affects of porn on people, but I never gave it much thought before. Maybe I need to take a break from my constant photo collecting? Or is this just what it's come to? Thoughts?

Slut Phase Victim #2

2014-02-20T06:00:00.000-08:00

I have already plummeted deep into my slut phase, since I am now up to random encounters with 4 men, one of them twice. Number 2 was Doug, I guy I met on Scruff (and Growlr simultaneously). I was working out of town for the day, more than a 100 miles away from home. I had Scruff, Growlr, and Grindr all running on my phone. (I mentioned the slut phase, right?) I was actually working at a public event with several hundred people, and I got a little thrill out of the prospect that I might run into another guy at the event, who was also using one of these apps.

So I have all these apps running, and I'm having several simultaneous chats. I actually told a couple of these guys that I would come over after the event. I don't know what I was thinking, I became one of those flakes I hear so much about. One guy in particular was Doug. He was hot. Despite the fact that he dramatically shorter than I, he was almost exactly my type. Well built, great smile, beard, dark hair and eyes. I wasn't sure why he was so interested in me, but I was enjoying the chat.

I decided to meet up with him. I should say, I accepted his invitation. I had already cancelled on the others because I ended up leaving the event much later than I originally planned. (Because, you know, I was actually going to have a couple of hookups in the same night before I was held up) So Doug asked me to come over, I said yes, and then... no response!

Well, I guess I got what I deserved, right? I waited a bit, to see if he would answer. I drove around in the general direction I thought I needed to go. But I finally gave up and got on the freeway to head home. It wasn't for another 10 minutes that he finally texted back. He said his phone had died, and he apologized. I didn't care, I only wanted to know how far away he was. (Can you tell I was a bit horny?) Fortunately he was close, only a couple of minutes away. I quickly got off and back on the freeway going in the other direction.

I arrived at his apartment about 10 minutes later. It was one of those places where I had to be buzzed in. Why do all the guys I meet live in better homes than I do? He buzzed me in, and I went up to his fourth floor apartment and knocked on the door.

I was not disappointed by what I saw when he answered the door. He had a proud chest, tight body, great face and smile. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Yeah, he was shorter than me. When I say that he was shorter, I mean that he literally was a foot shorter. But I didn't care. We made some small talk, sitting on the couch of his dimly lit but nice apartment. It wasn't very long before he was on top of me. We made out of a few minutes, I could tell he loved shoving his tongue deep into my mouth, and he loved his when I shoved my tongue into his.

I had my hands on his ass, and fuck he has a nice ass! It was a tight bubble butt that just felt perfect in my hands. I loved squeezing them and pulling his groin in tighter against mine. We slowly shed our clothes, first his shirt, then mine. This his jeans, then mine. Despite his smaller frame, his cock was larger than mine. And I loved the feel of it, rock hard, sheathed in cotton, pressed against my belly button. It wasn't long after that that all of our clothes were off and his mouth was on my cock. He told me earlier in the evening that he was good with his tongue, and he wasn't kidding. I definitely have a lot to learn when it comes to BJs. After a few minutes of him slobbering on my cock, I pulled him up so that he could feed me his.

That was when I realized that he was uncut. I was so proud, my first uncut cock! LOL. I can say with certainty now, I love an uncut cock. He obviously took hygiene seriously, because I tasted nothing but sweet and smooth skin as his cock slid down my tongue in push slowly into my throat. The extra skin changed something about the experience. I've also loved how a cock can feel rock hard but soft at the same time, and this time was even more so. The extra skin added even more silkiness.

He was back on my cock after only a couple of minutes. I was moaning so loudly, I'm sure if he had neighbors they heard me. It wasn't long before I was cumming in his mouth. He took every drop and swallowed it. He fed me his cock again, and I tried with all my might to bring him to orgasm. Ultimately, he had to jack off while standing over me. When he came, his shot all over my chest, neck and face.

The awkward moments afterwards have gotten to the point where they're comical. I knew full well what was going to happen next, but I couldn't avoid it. We'd clean up, and I'd try to get out of there as fast as I could. Not only did I not really have the time to stop in the first place, but the strained small talk is so painful it's almost unbearable. However, I can take pride in that he was already talking about the next time we'd get together, and how next time, he wanted more time.

I got dressed, and got out of there. He knew I was short on time, so I didn't feel too bad about it. We texted back and forth a couple of times on my way home, and a couple of times since. I can't wait till my next trip out of town.

Pride Goes Before The Fall

2014-02-15T06:30:00.001-08:00

Pride goes before the fall. As soon as you think you're untouchable, impenetrable, that's exactly when reality decides to bitch slap you across the face. It's a thought that I constantly use to remind myself to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground. That doesn't mean I haven't stumbled. It only means that I've been lucky enough not to land flat on my face. Yet.

Men, you know we're pretty stupid most of the time. I realized how stupid I was the other night. I have been steadily increasing the number of guys that I've hooked up with, that I'm having ongoing conversations with. With one guy in particular, the conversation via text got pretty intense and heavy real quick. This guy actually provided two opportunities for me to stumble over.

The first was that he turned out to be a bit needy, something which I should have recognized much earlier than I did. So, as I said, I had been steadily increasing my activities. This meant increasing the amount of time I turned on apps such as Scruff, Growlr or Grindr, as well as increasing the number of apps that I have installed on my phone. I had also been increasing the number of conversations via text messages, for which I use a Google voice number, one of many that I own. To protect myself, these Google voice text messages don't land on my phone, I have to go to a website to check them. This way, if my phone is ever searched, it's clean. But, that set up is not very conducive to ongoing chats, since I have to remember to check for the messages rather than hearing the notification chime. So, I decided to let the chats get forwarded to one of my email accounts that I use for work. I can delete the incoming email immediately, then jump into Google's website to continue the conversation.

Pride goes before the fall. I know the original proverb is "Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall." The meaning is the same. I had become complacent, had gone for so long without even coming close to getting caught, that began to take more risks than I realized. One night I was text-chatting with this guy, say his name is Barry. I had said good night, as I was about to go to bed. Another message came in after having gone to bed. My wife didn't see the message itself, but she did see a sender's name just before I swiped away the notification. It was probably my quick reaction of getting rid of the notification and acting like a couldn't find the message she was asking about that caused the suspicion. She then asked, "Are you hiding things from me again?", to which I answered, "No", trying to sound as sincere as possible.

I was so freaked out, I woke up in the middle of the night and cleaned my phone. I removed the extra emails I was receiving from the other account. But she actually already knows that account exists, so I removed everything out of that account. I deleted all the contacts, text messages, emails, and the most painful, I deleted all the photos that I had received from other guys, and the photos I had taken of myself.

I also deleted all the apps, Grindr, Growlr, Scruff.

My phone is not spotless. My alternate Google account that contains my other email address and my other Google voice number have been scrubbed clean so that if she ever asked to see them, there would be nothing to see. (None of these accounts are the one that I use for this blog, which she knows nothing about)

So was the first opportunity that Barry gave me to stumble. I don't really blame him, but his neediness caused him to text me constantly. The second opportunity was that when I didn't respond to the texts, he would text even more often. And when I was sick with the flu, and I didn't respond to his texts all weekend, he flew off the handle. I should have known, I should have seen the signs. Luckily for me, I had not yet met this guy in person. After that weekend, he called me names, called me a flake, said that I was going to hell for what I am doing. (Honestly, I can't argue that point, except he was find with that before the weekend) Then he said that he would take advantage of any opportunity to expose me. So, great, now I have someone out there who is angry and vindictive enough to actively try to destroy my life. Fuck, what did I do.

Despite his rants, I stayed cool and calm. I apologized, both for the lack of responses, and for that he felt that way. I explained that obviously we weren't meant to be friends, since my friends are not so willing to give up on a friendship and my friends are much more understanding. I haven't heard from him since, and it's been weeks. I probably won't ever hear from him again.

You'd think I've learned my lesson, right? Hehe, no. I reloaded my contacts, retaken some of the photos, started the text-to-email function back up (but only when I am not at home). I haven't loaded the apps back, and I hope that I remain strong enough to keep them off my phone. I have found other ways to access them that are more discreet and that keep my phone clean.

Slut Phase

2014-02-01T07:30:00.000-08:00

I feel a slut phase coming on, which is hilarious considered that a few of my unfinished posts had to do with how I was throwing in the towel. I couldn't help but re-install Scruff on my phone, then Growlr, then yes, I finally put Grindr back on their as well. So, a couple weeks back, I'm on Growlr, and a guy starts chatting me up. No big deal, even though I haven't had any kind of man-on-man action since I last hooked up with M, I still chatted with a few men from time to time. So this guy is trying to get me to come over. This is around the time in the evening that I have been going to gym. So, I am on my way out, to the gym, and he asks again. So, I think, "what the hell?"

This is indiscretion number one, first in a while.
Indiscretion number two has already happened as well, but that's for another post. I drove over to the guys house, it's about 25 minutes away. During the drive I'm thinking to myself, "there's no way I am going to get any gym time in tonight". I arrive at the address given, and I see the house he described, and I walked up and rang the door bell.

Now, the first time I did this, my heart was in my throat and I couldn't have a coherent thought. This time I was just cool. I guess I'm now an old pro. I'd seen pics of the guy, but I didn't have a clear picture in my head of what he looked like. We didn't really talk about what we were going to do either. I just wanted cock, and I went for it. He answered the door, after keeping me waiting for a few minutes. I realized after he let me in that he must have first called out for me to just come in, but I didn't hear him. When he opened the door, he was like, "Oh, it was unlocked."

So I follow him to his bedroom. The place is immaculate, but his room was not. Later I confirmed my suspicion that it wasn't his house, that he was renting a room. There was just too much disparity between his bedroom and the rest of the house that I saw. Not that that mattered. I follow him to his room, and there's porn playing on the computer. The room is warm and inviting, decorated with various out-doorsy stuff. Oh yeah, did I tell you? The guy was only in a pair of boxers, and not bad looking at all! I had started drooling when I walked through the front door.

It doesn't take long to get down the business. We kiss, and after just a brief moment, I dropped to my knees. Taking his cock into my mouth was like returning home after a long trip, and I loved it. We stayed there, in the middle of his room for a few minutes, then he lead me over to the bed and I undressed. He laid me down, and went down on my cock, on my balls, my taint, my ass. I was a little nervous because I hadn't really had a chance to "prepare". But I guess I was clean enough, because he wasn't slowing down. He's all over me, and I'm loving it. Then he's laying on top of me and we're kissing again, while rubbing up against one another.

Then he straddled me, and before I could protest, my cock is in his ass. I don't know what it is, why I am so stupid in these situations. I can preach to anyone who will listen about the virtues of safer sex, which I did in High School and College. But in this situation, he was in control, and I was just going along for the ride. No, sorry, he was the one riding me and holy fuck did it feel good. So good in fact I had to stop him to keep myself from cumming too soon. He ass was tight and seemed to grip and massage me at the same time. He slowed down, gave me a break, let me suck on his cock some more. Then started to ride me again. I was in Heaven, but I had to stop him again. Wow, talk about a minute-man!

I didn't stop him the second time around quickly enough, and ended having one of those half-assed orgasms that I hate so much. You know,
where you don't get any of the enjoyment of cumming, but your forced into post-orgasm indifference. I don't know if he caught on or not. We switched things up for a bit and I went down on him again. This time with him on his back. After a few minutes he tried to get me to fuck him again, in sort of a missionary position. But it wasn't happening. I couldn't get hard enough. He asked if I would let him fuck me, but remember what I said about preparing. So, no. Or, maybe my senses came back to me by that point.

We ended our fun with him jacking off while standing in front of me, and cumming into my mouth. Which was so hot. He asked if I wanted to cum, and I told him I was good. So maybe he didn't catch on? His spunk wasn't the best tasting, though, it was a bitter and tangy. Nothing like my own or the others I've had.

The whole experience was maybe 10 minutes, 15 at a stretch. I was pretty down on myself for my lack of performance, but in the end I got what I wanted and he got to cum. He offered a shower and I accepted.

Then I got dressed while he showered. He was surprisingly trusting. Then I did what I could to avoid the awkward goodbyes and excuse myself.

I did make it to the gym, have enough time to work up a real sweat, then go home.

So, yeah, slut phase. This experience was the first in a long while. And I was convinced, for much of that time, that my escapades were over. Just over a week later came the second experience, and Damn!, that one was HOT. I tell you about that one next time. Fast forward to this week, where I am having three simultaneous serious conversations with different guys that I fully expect to lead to, yup, you guess it, sex. Two of them sound a little like they could turn into regular things.

I just need to figure out how to make sure I play it a little safer. And if your wondering, yes, I've already got tested and I will follow up. So far, all is good, I was lucky.

TMI: "DO THESE JEANS MAKE MY BUTT LOOK FAT?" / "YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!"

2014-01-31T20:22:00.002-08:00

I figured, why the hell not. I'll give this a try.

TMI: "DO THESE JEANS MAKE MY BUTT LOOK FAT?" / "YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!"

1. What's the most creative lie you've ever told?
When I was younger I went to summer camp. I was part of the group that went hiking through the mountains, so our group was pretty segregated throughout the week. I came up with this elaborate story about how I had run away from home and jumped on the bus to camp. That my parents had no idea where I was, and that they probably didn't care. I went on to say that my Mom's boyfriend was a dick, and just simply didn't want to be around him any more.

2. What lie do you wish you could take back?
That one, I looked pretty stupid when we go back to the main campground later and the week, and my little sister said hi as she walked by.

3. How long could you go without lying? Even a white lie.
Depends on whether you include the lie-of-omission. If yes, not very long. Lying sucks, and I do my best to avoid it at all costs. Even in my extra-curricular activities, I arrange things in a way so that the question never gets asked. So that I don't have to explain where I was, or what I was doing. Outside of my extra-curricular activities, when the truth hurts and I don't have to say it, I don't. But when I have to say it, it's better to say the truth than to lie.

4. Are you more honest when you comment anonymously?
Depends on what I am commenting about. My blog is anonymous, and I am more honest about that aspect of my life. But I would rarely make any anonymous comments on other things that I wouldn't be willing to put my name on.

5. Does the truth hurt?
Yes, the truth can hurt. It can also be liberating. In almost all situations, the truth is better than the lie.

6. What was the worst thing that happened to you because of a lie?

I lost my High School girl friend because of a lie that she told herself.

7. Who do you lie to the most - yourself or others?
For most of my life, myself. These days I would say that I am more honest with myself than others.

8. Is there a difference between a secret and a lie?
Yes, because that's the lie I tell myself.

9. Truth or Dare?
Dare

10. Does the mirror never lie?
The mirror lies all the time! I know what I see in the mirror is way worse than what others see.

11. Does the mirror have two faces?
The mirror has many faces, all reflective of context and attitude.

12. How old are you?
Today I am 37.

13. How much do you weigh?
315lbs.

BONUS
Is it really that big? Are you really vers? Just how old is that pic?
It's not really THAT big, but I never proclaimed it to be. I'm am vers in that I am still open to figure out what I truly enjoy. Sadly, I am not brave enough to post any pics of myself on my blog. The pic I use on hookup apps is 2 or 3 years old.

Married / Once-married

2014-01-10T10:25:00.000-08:00

Despite my lack of respect to the blogging community with my complete lack of posts since last August, my blog still manages to get visitors. Even more so in the last few weeks. I may have been silent, but I am always present. Reading other blogs and pouring through hundreds of photos is always easier than writing a post of my own. I have written a few posts in the last couple of months, but have failed to complete one, or even write enough that I felt it worthy of posting. As always, I am honored to be a part of this community.

I did something last night that kind of surprised me. No, it wasn't a random hookup, though I've been thinking about doing that again more and more. I came across an ad, or an article, I can't remember which, that talked about a men's support group for married and once-married men, who are attracted to men. I was intrigued. This was a couple of weeks ago, and I was thinking about going. It just so happens that I had a work event in that same city last night, which ended just before this group was the meet. I had a perfectly good opportunity, being that I was already going to be out for the evening so I wouldn't have to make up a story. I still wasn't sure what I would do, until I was driving away from the previous event.

For those of you who read about my first encounter and what lead up to it, you know how much of a nervous wreck I can be. I thought I would react the same way going to this group. But it wasn't at all that bad. I felt relatively comfortable parking, walking up and into the building, asking for directions to the right room, walking in and sitting down.

I really enjoyed the group. I sat and listened for two hours as 10-12 guys told a little bit of there story, ranging from divorced and fully out to their friends and family, to, like me, married and hiding. A variety of ages, nationalities, cultures. All with one thing in common, they all are or were married to women and they all identify as gay or bi. And, interestingly, all of them had children. They were very warm and welcoming, and I felt no pressure to say anything.

I would like to go back. The group in itself is perfectly harmless. I could, if I wanted to, tell my wife about the group and "ask permission" to attend each week. As many of you know, my wife is aware of my various sexual attractions. I believe that should would support me in having a place to talk about all of this. But I don't know if I am going to do that. I certainly could not come up with a plausible excuse to go every week. Maybe once of month or so. I do want to continue to attend, they were a great group of guys and I could certainly use the support and advice of those who have been, or are, in my situation.

Over the last couple of months, I guess for all of 2013, I have been vacillating on whether I would continue my extra curricular activities or would I play it straight from now on. I have tried to be as honest with myself as I could. I know full well that these feelings are not gonna just go away. If I decided to abstain, eventually the urges would overcome my better senses. At the same time, my extra curricular activities are just that, extra. They have very little impact on my life as a whole, with the exception of putting my life as it is at risk. There are days where I become convinced that I do not need men anymore. That I have set out to do what I needed to do, and now that I've had the experience my life can go back to normal. Then there are days where I am cruising Grindr, Growlr, Scruff, Squirt and Craiglist; simultaneously. On those days, it's a wonder what has kept me from stepping out. Probably a lack of real opportunity.

That's my update for now. I sincerely hope that everyone had a great New Year's and here's to a brand new year, 2014.

As I wrote this, I realized that of all the people and groups I interacted with in my life, this group has the greatest likelihood to have read my blog. If they read this now, they will obviously figure out who I am and what I am talking about. Hmm... awkward. Well, I guess it could save me a whole lot of talking in the next group. ;)

Free? Or, Lost?

2013-08-25T07:00:00.000-07:00

Anonymous writes, "But even the most carefully maintained secrets have a way of coming out especially in this digital age. Have you really examined what you'd do if they did? Would you be free to be who you truly are or would you have lost something that can't easily be replaced?"

I really wanted to get mad that Anonymous couldn't leave a name. But, wait, then I remembered. I am anonymous too. I guess I deserve that. The part of the question that stuck out for me was not the part about getting caught, it was the part that asked, once caught, would I be freed or would I have lost. That is an interesting question, one that has rattled around in my head for a long time.

In the end, it really comes back to what I want, or what I think I want. The problem is that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Who the hell really knows what they want?

"Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s."-Baz Luhrman "Everybody's Free To Wear Sunscreen"

The other night, my wife and I were having dinner out at a restaurant. For some reason we starting talking about the past, and the people we used to know. An old friend of mine came up, someone that my wife sort of knew through someone else. I asked if she knew that the guy turned out to be gay, which she didn't. The realization washed over her face, followed by the "that-explains-so-much" face. Then her face went slack, and she was lost in thought. I asked her what was on her mind, and she softly, "That would be you if I hadn't dug my nails in to you."

Her fear is that I am really gay, just pretending to be happy in our marriage. To be honest, I have had that

same fear many times. I've spoken about the pendulum, that at times it swing way over to the gay side of the spectrum, and at others it is on the straight side. On this blog, I am reaffirmed by bisexuality time and time again, stating that I love my wife and wouldn't have it any other way. Again, to be honest, that is not always the case.

I have thought, fantasized, many times about what life might have been like had I fallen in love with a man rather than a women. Would I be happier? Would I need to cheat on my man with a women? I don't know. The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Then my wife asked, "That would be you if I hadn't dug my nails in to you?", and suddenly I imagine a possible life without her, a life alone.

My wife has always been the more aggressive of the two of us. She knew what she wanted, and she did whatever she had to do to get it. I had a vague idea of what I wanted, and was content to let things just happen as they did. Put the two of us together, and the result is that she gets what she wants. Fortunately, she wanted me. So what would have happened if she hadn't wanted me? Well, I could still be living with my roommates, a dysfunctional pair of women with no real life plans. I could still be working at a fast food restaurant. Chances are, I would be alone. Not because I am not attractive or because I am not the funnest guy to hangout with, but because I was not in the habit of chasing after what I wanted. Hell, just look how long it took to finally go after some sexual contact with a man. The reality is that my wife is responsible for most of the happiness in my life. The possible scenario of living alone and unwanted never really entered my mind until that moment.

Jack Scott recently wrote about the options a bisexual or married gay man have. Clearly, there are lot of nobler guys than I. I don't know if I will continue to seek out extra-marital affairs. I don't know if I will work to include my wife more in that side of myself. I just don't know. But to answer the one question that I started out with in this post, were I caught, would I be freed? Or would I have lost?

The answer is, yes.

A Little Dose of Reality

2013-08-10T14:33:00.002-07:00

Okay, let's be honest. I have shied away from talking about the issues of fidelity and the consequences of my actions on this blog. I have never made excuses for my actions, but I have defended them by saying that I was choosing a course of action that did the greatest good for all involved. I stand by those words.

However...

Someone close to me, a friend whom I've known almost all my life, just came out of a situation that hit a little close to home. She recently made the brave decision to follow her heart and get involved with someone whom she barely knew. Turns out, that was a bad call. The guy was not what he proclaimed himself to be, was not the person she thought he was. He lied about other relationships, continued with other relationships while still dating her. He even went as far as sexting one of his "friends" while in the same room with my friend. When she discovered all of this, she continued to follow her heart, and threw him out.

Their relationship seemed destined. They had so many things in common and seemed to compliment each other in all the right ways. She fell fast, and she fell hard. So much so that they were in the process of moving in together. When he fucked up, he screwed up his situation badly, because now he and his dog are literally homeless. All of this has created a drama that my wife and I have been unable to escape.

I am not saying that I have anything in common with this guy. Yes, there are obvious similarities in our situations and decisions, I won't deny that. However, aside from a interest in sci-fi, we share nothing else in common. He actually thought that flaunting these other women, even while lying about them, would generate a jealous reaction out of my friend that would cause her to fawn all over him. She wasn't having it.

The experience has opened my eyes a bit. It's interesting that all of this occurred after my last post where I was already questioning what I wanted for the future. I'm not saying that I have learned the error of my ways or anything, because let's all be honest. The urges that I've acted on will return with a vengeance and I was unsuccessful in ignoring them in the first place. All of this has given me new perspective, more to think about. It didn't help to hear all the talk from my wife about what she would do to a cheater!

What I Really Want

2013-08-07T07:00:00.000-07:00

So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha.

Full confession, I think I always have a song running in my head. I fraking love music. I wish I had an ounce of musical talent, but I don't. I imagine I can sing, and reality does very little to stop me. As I was typing the title to this post, a Spice Girls song popped into my head. I couldn't resist, I should say sorry for possibly getting it stuck in your head.

I digress.

I've thought a little bit about what I really want out of life. Specifically, in my adventures on the other side of the line. M2M action had been absent since my regular fuck buddy went out and found a boyfriend. But that's okay, I wish him the best. But what do I want? Do I want to venture out again? I've crossed the line, I know what's on the other side. The urge to go and explore is there, but not like it was before my first time. Maybe I want to call it quits for a while and focus on more honorable notions.

I have no answers, just wanted to rant for a bit.

Hints

2013-06-28T17:11:00.001-07:00

I went to a customer's home today. I had to stop by to take care of a couple of issues with some product we sold to him. I called him ahead of time, to confirm a time. He told me anytime was fine, he was retired, and he'd be home all day. On the drive over, which took a little under an hour, I started thinking. What if this guy is hot? What if this guy is like me, likes to have some fun now and then. I knew nothing at all about him, except that he was retired. So that put him as older, but that wasn't saying much. In my area of the country, I know a few guys less than 10 years older than me who are retired. But I had absolutely no idea what he looked like, what he was like, what he was into. And I was started to get a bit horny at just the possibility of something happening at this guys home. Typically the customers that I visit in the middle of the day are women, and my mind just doesn't go there.

As I mentioned, the drive takes a little while. It is a nice warm and sunny day, and I'm driving through this nice neighborhood with the windows down. I'm letting my mind wander a bit about the possibilities.

I get there, turns out that it is a ways further than I thought up a winding road. His house is pretty secluded, surrounded by trees and hills. I'm thinking, "Damn!, what I would't give to live here". I grab what I needed out of my car and walk up to the front door. After a brief moment, he answers the door. He is a much older man, white hair and beard, shorter, and with a big belly. He could have easily played Santa Claus, not the hot guy in my short lived fantasy. But you know what? I was still horny, and I couldn't stop thinking about it the entire time I was there. He was barefoot, and because I am all about customer service, I took off my shoes as well. He took me around his house, showing me the issues that he needed help with. He mentioned his wife, but she obviously was not home. It wasn't long before I noticed the smell of weed on him, and I knew that he'd lit up less then a few minutes before I got there.

Nothing happened. But as he took me around his house I kept thinking that with even the slightest hint, I'd
have no problem going down on him. He was a nice guy, very personable. He apologized for not being dressed nicer. He was in shorts and a button-up shirt. I think I said something like on a day like today, I'd be wearing less. The entire time I was there, I couldn't stop thinking about the possibilities of sucking his cock, or having him suck mine. Then I started thinking about how I wouldn't be able to recognize the hints even if they were there. I am so shy awkward, I certainly didn't know how to drop any hints myself.

I took care of the issues I could, made a promise to send others to take care of the rest. I left with the urge to jump onto Squirt or Grindr or something to see what trouble I could get into before I went back to the office. In the end, I just got something to eat and continued on my boring day.

What would you have done? Forget that the guy may or may not have been your type, what would you have done if you were standing in the home of a guy that you wanted sex with? What signs would you have looked for? What hints would you have dropped?