sweet love

"Loving what my bf does."

Two lovers enjoying eachother's bodies. The artfulness of it all. Bliss.

Lost in another sphere.

Time forgotten.

 

Sexy horny stud with the lip ring - Phe3nix86 from dudes nude - sent me some amazing pictures of he and his boyfriend by their Florida photographer friend. I'm heartened by the freedom with which he shares his images, I hope to get there someday too :). I certainly think there is nothing to be ashamed of, honeyed love especially. And even if this honeyed love is brief, it makes it no less special, in my view. Love, lust, kindness, esteem, they're all together and beautiful.

Nibble on the chin. Damn that's amazing.

Another perception that is out there in the gay world is that younger guys don't yet know the "art" of lovemaking. I think this guy proves a lot of those assumptions otherwise. There is much art and nuance in his magical skill.

stick throb

I'm impressed with this erection. The photographic artistry. The power of cock.

Los Angeles hottie - DA90027 on dudes nude -
 thank you for sharing your awesome images

And this one is just fun! 

sat a.m. #2

I thought I'd post some of the second half of the photos I took a couple of weekends ago.

I love exploring different parts of the body. They tell much about the sweetness of a person, their physique, evoke a separate mood when isolated from the head or other parts we naturally look at first.

Here we stood in front of a suny window - a no-no for photographers - and experimented with light and shapes. The light invited an angelic or other-wordly feel. The head-piece cloth and profile made us think of an androgynous character (having both male and female).

I placed my hand to the jaw-line of mr sexy surprising artist. Emotional warmth. It is precisely this type of touch that is taboo for most, and perhaps more tender than even encountered in many an other permissive sexual experience. On the edge in some ways.

Ah the splendor of a hard cock, palm and findgers spread like a proud peacock. Plumage on display.

 

Different body positions can be so arousing. Some imply vulnerability and trust. Vulnerability especially can be an avenue to intimacy. Yes there is risk, but with some skill and perception, there can be great reward.

 

I'm so happy to be a man who loves men. I have the opportunity to love from a place of tremendous equality. I can be on top, on my back, side by side, or a million other beautiful ways sexually, and by parallel, in daily life. I'm so happy to be open with my partner, able to talk about things, able to have sex with others I choose, who also choose me, and able to be honest. Able to be happy in so many ways, guided mostly by my own creation, and my esteem for him and others and life.

 

I am happy that friendship can be sexual, and social, and delicious. That I can admire those with whom I have the honor of meeting and becoming endeared to. That is one of the biggest rewards: friendship - however it looks, for however short or long it is.

turn ons

A turn-on is defined in one dictionary as: something causing excitement or stimulating interest. I'd take it further. It's transitioning from one state of being to another. A different dimension.

5 turn-on ideas:

• allow plenty of time - start your date three hours early, out somewhere
• eat some very good chocolates and taste each other's lips
• fill up the tub with hot water, and both of you climb in to soak when he gets home

• prepare your environment - fancy sheets, candles, music
• massage gently with favorite oils, nice and slow... maybe with a blindfold or two

These are ideas and variations from the book Ethical Slut, which I've referenced before.

A lifetime or longer-term partner has a different feel in some ways than a shorter-term or one-time partner.

In exploratory exercises with your partner, languaging is important. Change your language, change your world. Instead of telling your partner, "turn me on," you might say, "let's find my turn-on," as well as visiting those known areas. It frees you both of alot of blame and responsibility, and frees you to enjoy.

saturday morning shoot

me fiddling with the cameras

I'd wanted to do a photo shoot. So I found way-cool surprise creative artist and we set the date. The sun shone through the windows, though it was literally freezing outside. We chatted about some ideas. Took off our clothes.

my new friend mr creative loving the sunlight

I was set on an outside picture. Off we went for a few minutes. Despite the frigid weather. He humored me.

Back inside on the colorful carpet. Experimenting. shapes - settings - lighting - ideas

It's late at night, so I'll post more later... to be continued....

dutch camper

dutch camper - "mountain" on dudes nude -
posted with his permission

Here's a fun dutch guy cutting herbs for a campout meal. Nudity at its best.

People that are new to nudity often think that it has everything to do about sex. Not so. Okay, well sometimes. It's often about the feeling of the sun on your skin, the desire to shed your clothing just because, the freedom, the wind feels good, you feel stronger or more vibrant shirtless, or whatever.

I'm also impressed by the number of younger nudists I'm discovering. Admittedly a minority. Usually its: the longer we live, the more comfortable we feel in our own skin. I think that our modern cultures often inhibit spontaneous body freedom and positive self-messaging. Younger people, looking so in-their-prime, are often the least secure about shedding layers, about their bodies. There are many factors to this equation. Some of it is to be understood developmentally, having recently come out of puberty, comparatively speaking, younger adults are still becoming acquainted with the changes in their bodies.

Now that homophobia is becoming less of an issue in certain regions (like my current home state of Washington, praise Jesus), I'm pleased to see mainstream men being more okay about being affectionate with other men in a comradely way, being sexy, being free to show off their bodies. It's not the end of the world to be called gay. Who gives?, more are thinking. This is potentially a new era of confidence in one's own sexuality, where one does not have to hide, or pretend, but can honor self. Confidence is contagious.

new year update

my favorite preparer - reposted picture

The last several days I've been itching to post, but blogspot changed the way one uploads pictures regarding identities. So I'm in the process of finding a different adult web host. I might have found one, already have the domain name, in the process of switching over hopefully. If anyone has any leads or suggestions on web hosts, please let me know, email me. Postings will resume in earnest again with new material shortly.

My style is to post pictures with text. We are visual, and I think that is a big part of what I'm doing with this blog. Seeing as how I can't  at the moment post new pictures, it feels silly to post only text, though I have lots I want to say. Pictures are often what make text relevant.

A little sex journal: In preparation for fuckfest, a local private event hosted at a guy's house, I wanted to get ready to bottom. Earlier in the day I laid out my items and warmed up the bathroom: running water, towels, 3 dildos (see, here's where I wish I could post the picture), water-based lube for the toys, a glass of water to dip my fingers in, and music. All in front of the big mirror wall.

I'm a new proselyte of self being a complete sexual unit. Still latching on to the idea. What IS easy is to honor and bless self, in a little common ritual or practice. So I laid out naked on the long counter top, glorious instrumental soundtrack, glancing at the mirror wall, and inserted one by one the warmed phalic instruments. One at a time that is. Took time to totally relax. I was able to take the big Latin Lover toy for the first time. Pretty hot new experience. Didn't ejaculate, saving that for the night.

Later that night I met again with friend killer-smile & little goatie foreign guy, who I've met with before a handful of times. He hadn't been to fuckfest before, and took everything in stride. I saw again young fit outdoors nudist who I'd been to the beach with this summer, and we talked for a bit, then all three sexually massaged eachother standing in the kitchen, which led to kissing.

Soon we were in a bedroom on a large bed, a few other guys around, a sling hanging from one corner of the room. I so enjoyed getting re-acquainted with young fit outdoors nudist. With his permission I put on a condom and got inside him. Within a couple minutes tall furry-chested slim guy asked if he could top me at the same time. The excellent moment just became a dream. With some coaching he got in, and we changed positions a couple times until we found a sweet spot. At this point I was so loud that we began to draw a little crowd. Damn, something to be a bit embarrassed about later, even though I tried to tone it down a little. :). Needless to say it was awesome.

I connected again with my killer-smile friend, who had topped sculpted athlete in the room next door, and after recovering for a bit, we went and watched another sexy threesome of bearded guys, two of them who I developed a mini-crush on. I made out with my friend, who is very sweet to kiss, and we stroked for a bit more before heading out.

I got home a few hours later, and instead of feeling wasted, felt rejuvenated. After a shower I hopped in bed with my adorable partner and, finding him horny, now almost 4 a.m. happily inserted his projection and enjoyed connecting with him. He commented amused that I still felt sexual. Interesting how sometimes energy given or shared, seemingly ironically, can be regenerative.

third intentions?

I've wanted to have another man or men in our life. Not just me hooking up on the side - though that surely has been beautiful. But a guy that would ideally live with us, and share our lives.

I talked about it with my partner, I think, on our first date. It has been an idea that's intrigued me ever since I was 15. I'd heard about the idea of polygamy, and thought that it had many potential strengths. The last few years I've more specifically thought that living in a little commune of sorts would be ideal too. A multi-generation intentional living arrangement. With privacy for smaller family units, high-tech, but also some additional community spaces like a kitchen and eating area. We've drawn up some preliminary sketches - more brainstorming and musing really.

To be frank we're both at different stages on a timetable of how we want to pursue it. Of course we're two different human beings, with different tracks in careers, finances, exercise routines, recipe choices, and so on, as expected. Recently we had another amazingly hard but good talk about it, being vulnerable and communicating radically.

I'm a believer that for things to materialize they often have to be specifically dreamed. Blueprinted. Intentions sent to the universe. An extra plate set at the table. If only to show self that one is thinking about it. Specific conversations had.

I'm in no rush. It could be years from now. Or it could look alot different. Two couples. A five-some. An international little network of close-knit friends that share homes and lives. But here's to dreaming, and taking little baby steps in that direction.

with William and Quayle

picsessions

With the photographer's permission I'm sharing a few phenomenal pictures that attracted me. You can see his website at: http://www.picsessions.blogspot.com/ 

As I often do, looking at his pictures brings up a few thoughts, which I'll share. I never tire of looking at a beautiful butt with a nice waist. But I'm wary of always posting pictures in front of me with a guy giving me his back. It's an energetic thing. I want to see his front too.

A good photographer often does creative things. I like this buff guy with what is probably his dog. (?) People in environments that they like, that tell something about them. Often there are beautiful bodies portrayed, but nothing of personality, story, or imagination. I prefer the interesting ones, the ones outside the box a little. Of course portrait studio photography is slightly different - but even then it can still reveal something of the person's uniqueness.

There are many middle-aged guys that are stunningly attractive. Duh. The body hair, the worked-out thicker bodies, the knowledge, the skill, it's all pretty magnetic.

I've noticed that, unlike my facebook, or real life, or circles of friends, my blog shows a lot of homogeny. While there is nothing wrong with just showing who I go camping/hiking with, the guys who dare to be naked in the pictures :), I'd like to include guys who are wanting to go adventuring of more backgrounds. I've been wanting to do this in my sexual circles too, and done so.

Love the Mexican wrestling mask. When with a group of friends we went to Tijuana a couple of years ago, we all bought colorful wrestling masks and planned on photo-shooting a naked wrestling match turned sexual. Unfortunately we didn't that time, but it seems fun still. I grew up for five years in Mexico City, and saw plenty of Lucha Libre - freestyle wrestling - later too. Comical, creepy maybe to some, sexy. Masks elicit strong new behaviors sometimes in shy people, even among friends. Fun.

 

Soccer legs! Hopefully I'll met up with the photographer someday and be able to share an outdoors adventure with a group of guys!  

sacred sexuality discussion group

The concept of sacred sexuality is surely not a new one. Many of us perceive this in our experience. So I was intrigued when I heard of a local discussion group on the topic. I decided to go and find out what this group was like.

The Center for Sex Positive Culture hosts a monthly discussion on sacred sexuality. It takes a skillful facilitator to honor everyone present and bring enough creativity to the room to involve everyone in ways that are refreshing and central to why the people are there. I enjoyed the age diversity, that there was alot of white and grey hair in the room, a sign of potential wisdom and blessing energy. I noted that seven of the ten people were obese or morbidly obese. I liked their frankness.

A few ideas I heard:

• the inclusion of ritual, and the imbuing or calling down certain energies or archetypes into certain objects like a dildo or pillow
• a marriage contract of limited duration
• the use of rope around the wrists in certain wedding ceremonies throughout the world - and its imagery
• the inclusion of both light and dark energies in sex
• my own personal reaffirmation that where there is a void or a need I/we have the opportunity to stop waiting for someone else to fill it, and step in and fill it ourselves... be our own best teacher - mentor - guider of meditations - leader of groups we wish existed - instigator...

One story I'll share:

An exotic soft-spoken woman spoke of being in college years ago. In this all-women dorm, a young female yearned for her lover that was posted in a foreign military post. She missed him dearly. He had left, as token of his memory, a bottle of his cologne. And instructed her, that when she missed him, that she pull out the bottle of cologne and smell him. And remember him, call his image forth, and gain strength.

One particularly difficult evening she found herself missing him terribly. She didn't know if she could do it alone. She gathered her dorm-mates and asked them for a special favor. Would they spray a little bit of that cologne on them, and hold her? And let her remember him?

They agreed. She closed her eyes, and they took turns holding her. And whispering sweet nothings in her ears. It turned into a very sacred moment. Some kissed her on the neck, and on the lips.

The woman recounting this story says that she now identifies as lesbian. But to her knowledge none of the other women identify as lesbian. Yet they shared in this sacred, unsolicited way, spontaneous, a treasured space. She marvelled at this moment.

I marvelled when I heard it.