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.