tall legs

I think that there's something incredibly hot about tall legs - maybe because I don't have them :).

Where do your eyes first go when you look at a guy? It's different for everyone it seems. I tend to look at butts, calves, faces, and waists. Others look at packages, faces, hair on the chest - peeking up through the neck of the shirt. A previous roommate looked at hands first. There's lots of beauty all around us.

A picture like this gets something going below my navel!

crazy fuck

Yesterday I just wanted to fuck. I didn't have much time, so went to the bath-house midday. Normally that's not a good time to go I'm told, but the two times I've gone then I've found amazingly sexy guys.

I left my clothes in a locker and strolled down a couple corridors. I wore my watch to keep track of the time. Slender bearded kentucky guy was laying in a room with the door creaked open. I asked if he wanted some company, and it went from there. For a younger guy he was pretty put together, shook my hand and we exchanged names, chatted for a couple minutes, horizontal stroking. Then that initial exploratory period that's always kind fun. What does he like? Can he read what I like? Do we like eachother's bodies? How's the lust amping up?

We fucked like rabbits. Hot and sweaty. Holding off on cumming for a good twenty minutes (remember I had my watch on). Grabbing eachother by the back of the neck, the head, cradling the ass. Twisting. Kissing. I came, and within a minute he came too.

I wish I could have stayed an cuddled. He felt a bit awkward after, as I think most guys do, wondering how the intimacy will continue or not from here. Usually cuddling or staying and chatting for a while together naked laying down is fun times. Regardless we hugged and parted. Both having gotten a good part of what we wanted.

I had a smile on later that I couldn't explain to co-workers.

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Then something funny, that seems to happen when I go out and have these experiences. I came home late after work to the hottie who's my future hubby and jumped on top of him... until he had a good release. Conventional wisdom would say that "extra-marital" relationships would drain the sexual energy of the primary relationship. I find that while that does happen here and there, most often I'm more excited when I meet up with my partner.

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Any way, a hectic day turned inwardly glorious. Crazy fuck.

2 minutes

 

Hehe, made you look. No, not writing a post on quick ejaculation. Yet :).

Want your partner(s) to feel loved and treasured? Here's one way. Try spending 2 minutes with him, when waking up, returning from work, and going to bed. Two minutes where you look at him, listen to him, cuddle with him, whatever. You're there for him, present to him. Making time to connect.

He'll feel special to you. Over time, these little moments will accumulate to a blanket of security and well-being. Like Stephen Covey's analgoy of deposits into a relationship bank account, you're filling him up with love and presence. Even if you're busy, spending 2 minutes with him shows your priorities - he among them. He might not consciously notice you're doing this, but he'll definitely feel it. Try not telling him you're doing this for a while. Surprise him with this subtle and powerful demonstration of how you feel about him. This will be harder for certain personality types, like type-A's, or less-sentimental guys to do, but you'll reap the benefits in a big way.

I got this idea from msn.com, one of their relationship pages, a few months ago. It works, and just seems right. Wouldn't you feel treasured if someone did the same for you?

asexual

At a clothing optional japanese hot tubs and massage place here in Santa Fe this weekend. Great place.

I would not have believed it until I met them in person. People who feel asexual. Not that they don't have intact genitalia, just that they don't feel sexual either hardly ever, or not at all. 

My most vivid experience was at a male-male committment ceremony in the wild. We camped for a few days as a little clan. There were a few gay couples and about an equal number of lesbian couples. And then a handful of us single folks. One sunny afternoon a couple of us wanted to go skinny dipping in a slow bend of a river. Me and a cool gal I'll call activist co-ed with glasses.

I delight in experiencing life fully and having new experiences, meeting new people. So I smiled inside as we undressed and waded into the water. We were already familiar, so I asked about various details of her proclaimed asexual existence. I believe her sincerity. She had a "boyfriend" who felt the same way. They occasionally cuddled, but both had never in their lives felt sexual desire. They met online - on sites for people like them who to varying degrees have their same experience.

At work I used to have a crush on stunning eyes hottie co-worker. I've been curious about his mysterious sexuality. He seems straight, but has rainbow stickers on personal paraphernalia. When I commented to him about the local amateur porn festival Hump, he said that his wife would love it, but that wasn't his kind of thing. It jived with several other details, and it occurred to me that he might be one of those real people in our midst who have naturally much less or no interest in sex. Very unlike myself, yet I can respect that. Whether my assessment is right or not, it helps me wrap my head around some people's mannerisms and conversations. It helps me meet them where they're at.

std clinic

I'm writing this while traveling, no internet wi fi, so using my cell phone.

Last night I met again with foreign cutie with killer abs. He'd been texting me and wanting to talk. I suggested we meet at the bathhouse we'd met at, but he said he wanted to talk first. We met at a restaurant and with some encouragement he described burning sensation with urination for the last week. He'd thought of asking me since I work in healthcare. He'd researched a bit from his cell phone online and thought he might have gonorrhea and wanted some information as to how to get the medication remedy. I explained how it works in this country, that one needs to see a doctor first for some tests and a prescription. Then he could purchase it at a pharmacy. I felt honored that he would confide with me, and that I could help.

We looked up the nearest urgent care, made a few calls, and walked to the nearest one. He requested that I go with him as his English is still limited, and he hadn't been to a medical center as an adult yet. On the way up he expressed how scared he'd been, feeling like "the earth was going to swallow me up," and thanked me repeatedly.

At the urgent care we negotiated between translating, no insurance and payment, then urine and blood test. All firsts for him. The German-accented doctor prescribed and administered by-mouth and injection antibiotics. She was wonderful.

Four hours after the initial conversation we walked down the cold hill, having resolved, we hope, the issue. He should feel relief within a few hours. And a follow-up phone call to the center will reveal the results of the various tests in a few days. The smile on his face and the relief to his novel-for-him situation brought me great satisfaction. We embraced for a long while, and parted, now near midnight. I'd need to get up at 4am the next morning to pack and travel. Helping out sure isn't convenient sometimes. But I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

As one of my white-braided friends would say: It's a good day to die.

my god

A gay couple walked in a grocery store browsing the vegetables. Another shopper approached them. She admonished my friends that they needed to repent of their sins and accept Jesus into their hearts. She continued that God was coming soon and would only take with him the holy and leave the rest to burn forever...

One of the guys stopped her, "Listen, my God is standing right here next to me." He took his man's hand in his. "This is the man I've accepted into my heart, the man I love, the One I worship and adore."

The woman's jaw dropped. Not able to think of anything,  she walked away.

When I heard this from this couple I got a lump in my throat. Wow. Great response.

nov 19 2012

A storefront in NYC
that I was pleased to see
while out on a run.

This entry is more like a journal - to remember - and a communication.

I just got back from a body electric workshop with my partner which was phenomenal. It has to do with erotic massage, spirituality, connection to one's own body, celebration. I was surprised by the depth of my grief that I touched in one of the pieces - beautiful stuff. I'm also reminded of how I get crushes - a couple at a time, and can obssess for a few days on a guy. It's something that's been so since I was a teenager. This weekend one of them was kind-eyed muscle guy with the eyelashes. I'm still crushing on him. It should wear off in a bit :), mostly. By the way we never ejaculated on the weekend workshop - by design - keeping the energy high. So it was particularly exhilarating to connect with my honey and cum.

Also great to connect with my friend of 8 years, cuddle monster king, who slept a night with us.

A reader here asked me why I didn't tell my partner something that I revealed here - a few posts back. Well, there are few things I don't talk about first with my partner. But the ones I occassionally don't (and there is so much that all of us live independently - even when in partnership), he reads here too!

I've had the distinct honor of meeting a handful of local guys that check in on the blog here. Sometimes its been sexual, other times its been outdoors fun, naked yoga, camping, or just having a meal together. I don't always include all of our experiences here - obviously - and hope that doesn't offend anyone, or more likely feel excluded or unvalued. Definitely not the case. After one particularly playful bedroom romp one guy told me he and his partner were waiting for the blog post on our experience. Hehe. Cute.

Several days ago I skyped with a nude-beach trip friend naked, and feeling pretty horny, jacked off with him online. Along with some great conversation. I hope to have that encounter again!, and maybe even in person. Playing with both him and his partner would be awesome, or one-on-one. I'm reminded of how different each of us are with what makes us tick. He, like my partner at times, appreciates more social interaction with intimacy.

so happy

I'm so comforted by the passage of gay marriage in my current home state - Washington. And the fact that it was passed by a voter majority. It's on my mind often.

I was buying raspberries at a local market and commented on the elections to the cute vendor. He exclaimed happily, "yeah, now we've got weed and gays!" How cool is that. (He was referencing also the passage of marijuana as legal now.) He and several random people at work, most straight, seemed genuinely happy at the passage of gay marriage. Most making the comment, "It's about time," or "I'm so happy for you and your partner. I want you to know that I voted for you." Damn, nearly brings me to tears.

At the art museum I saw young guys standing next to eachother, intimates. Now they can grow up feeling normal and accepted by their society. Now dudes who notice their own attraction to males can look around and see and respect the life paths of gay men - look around at male-male couples no longer in hiding - and see a life to be admired, a fulfilling love. Not an underground life. An option for them that involves honoring themselves. Young and old men honoring themselves.

This law does educate the public. It becomes a non-issue. And people's attitudes shift towards love and acceptance. Bullies and phobes perhaps lay that aside.

Washingtonians are not particularly affectionate publicly. Like people in cooler climates everywhere. Straight folks don't hold hands much on the streets either. I'm happy to see multiple beautiful gay and lesbian couples holding hands here and there. In the hospital, on the sidewalk. Perhaps with increased confidence. A quiet glowing, at long last.

donald duck orgasm

This sound clip brings a smile to my face every time.
Hear donald duck's orgasm here: http://youtu.be/KAsrhd6ujEw

gay marriage election wins

For the first time in U.S. history, after 32 state referendum loses, two states have voted to approve gay marriage by a voter majority: Maine and Maryland! This is huge. Minnesota voters rejected a state constitutional ammendment which would have outlawed gay marriage. Wisconsin elected the nation's first openly gay senator: Tammy Baldwin. And here in Washington we're still awaiting election counts on referendum 74, which would legalize gay marriage. The initial results are hopeful.

Public consensus continues to shift. Thank goodness. Thanks to demographics changes. And thanks to gay people having conversations with others.

It is good that public consensus change come about from the ground-level. To have a law imposed on a people unwillingly does no one any good. This is really a good way: one conversation, one community, one state, one locale at a time.

nearby bridge

The statistic that I heard yesterday that most impressed me was that of the people that voted for gay marriage in Washington, 12% of them have had a complete change of heart in just this last year. Something is happening.

The other experience that comes to mind was last month standing at the kitchen counter with three of my sisters. Two of them had not spoken to me for some time - feeling awkward about my newfound gay partnership. Yet when we brought up the marriage of my brother, they seemingly naturally turned to me and asked me about my intentions to marry my partner! I could not believe my ears. Progress has come with many tears, judgements, and years, but as sure as the water flows down a river, public consensus seems to be shifting in the favor of love. Thank you universe. Thank you people.

Here's an article in this morning's online paper that elucidates several excellent principles in the shift: how-gay-marriage-finally-won-at-the-polls. It educates me as to how to better approach others.

sunny cliffs hike

I planned a quick trip over the mountains into the sunny desert region. We were fortunate to get some nice weather, despite it being November in North America. This desert only receives 8 inches (20 cm) of rain per year.

 

Two of us hiked nude for a while, our other companion didn't.
We all had fun. We layed on a sheet here to relax and sun-bathe.

found this rock heart along the hike - awwww

I had wanted to body-paint,
and took a few minutes to do something simple on my own.

beautiful late fall colors at the cliffs and lakes

mormon missionary positions

OMG! I couldn't stop laughing, especially since I grew up mormon. Here are some great pictures I found on Scottblog:

There is something incredibly hot about the forbidden-ness of this whole thing :). See more images from the original source here: http://mormonmissionarypositions.com/

holding back

In many cases its good to hold back.

If anyone saw the movie "Hitch" with Will Smith and Kevin James, this principle is one of the key points the "Love doctor" tried to teach Kevin Smith's over-eager character. Sometimes restraint is attractive. And throwing yourself at someone can turn them off.

The other night I came accross wonderfully sculpted wolverine look-alike in the hallway. He eyed me, I eyed him. It being the bath-house, we cross paths again shortly in another space, and slowed for a gentle smile and eye contact. One of us reached out to touch the abs (versus the crotch). I was amazed at the bulk of his muscles, particularly his ass and shoulders. But didn't spend alot of time on them with my hands. Think - restraint. We gently touched, then within a minute or two handled each others' hard-ons. Also a little restraint.

If I had immediately started groping his ass, or gone down on my knees to adore his half-flaccid cock, perhaps my over-eagerness would have scared him off. I'm generally put off when guys come at me like they're starving, too much too soon. If they're super hot its only slightly alleviated for a few minutes, as I digest the flattery of it, but then start to squirm away at his over-bearing pushyness.

I guess part of it is the dance. Perceptivity of what each other like. If he slows down for a few seconds to see what I like and don't like. And I "listen" enough to his body-language to "see" what he likes and dislikes, and respond appropriately. In the case of mr. wonderfully sculpted, after a few minutes I did let my hand follow the crack down of his two gluteus muscles. Amazing. My middle finger explored the masucline hairy zone to the rectum. He gently reached his hand back and moved my hand away to his lower back. Bingo: he doesn't want to be fingered. Listen. Set that expectation aside. Explore somewhere else, there are dozens, if not hundreds of other options.

Alot of guys bull-doze their way physically in what they like. If they like the nipples, even if I'm super ticklish there and keep moving their hands away, they keep pressing and trying to pinch the nipples. Annoying. Or a one-track top. Or the guy who keeps kissing like a snake - jutting his tongue out like the one-trick-wonder he's become. What would be more attractive is if he danced with his partner, taking into account the individual person's in front of him likes and doesn't.

In the above case with mr. wolverine, sometimes I wonder how someone so average like me can have the good fortune of mixing with such a hottie like him. I've often wondered this as I have the priviledge of playing with such beautiful men. There are many parts to the answer I think. 1. Shy. Many beautiful guys are shy to some degree or don't see themselves as beautiful deeply, so making the first gentle move is flattery to them, as they might be too shy to do so themselves. I'm suprised by how many guys are waiting for someone else to make the first move, or flirtation. 2. Confidence. People in general, inside or outside the bedroom, are grateful for a person with quiet confidence. Not arrogance. But still assurance. When I don't have it, I fake it, then I usually make it. Even being fairly average-looking myself, the confidence makes me attractive, I am told, and I believe. I am neither model-quality, nor the ugly duckling. Somewhere in the middle. I'm attracted to alot of guys like me too, boy-next-door, so why not believe that they can be attracted to me? 3. Restraint. In my head I'm not desperate. I tell myself that if this experience does not work out, I have the competence, skill, and happiness to find it elsewhere. Abundance over scarcity. There are many great guys in the world. I don't rush into kissing or groping or whatever. I think that restraint itself is attractive. In my long-term relationship this principle still applies, though its looks different. Perhaps a topic for another time. 4. Blessor. I see sex as a legitimate expression of love and kindness. An opportunity to "bless" others and myself, leaving us both feeling fuller and happier. And I see every human being as divine and special. The demonstrates in the smallest ways loudly: adjusting the pillow for his comfort under his head, a smile, hands that give not just take. Though both are fun. Lust is a great avenue for the divine. And he is divine. I really beleive that.

Now please don't misunderstand. I don't think its cool to hold back the truth, especially from your intimate partner(s). Holding back one's feelings - forever - is not generally good either. Holding back professionally questionable.

But I think we get the idea. Here's a clip from the movie. The character of Kein James has hired Will Smith's character to teach him how to romance. Funny true stuff: http://youtu.be/DSpJQlBJCzA