Merry Christmas

Have a great Christmas holiday

Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

I am a pretty regular dreamer -- I'd say about four or five nights out of a week include some dreaming. Often they are total fantasy, sometimes they are reliving moments from the past and fifty percent of the time result in a wet dream -- yes even though I am no longer 13 years of age.

Last night I had such an experience. I dreamt of a guy I haven't thought of in quite awhile and he looks like the guy in the pic above on the left. I traveled to Florida on a regular basis and met Jorge running. He was a nurse at a local VA hospital and it was one of those rare moments when you meet someone coming off a run where you are literally all hanging out. It was hot as hell, I was in running shorts and I showed. He caught my eye and we struck up a conversation about northerners running in southern heat.

I told him where I was staying which was apparently a hike for him but we planned on getting together later that night. When he showed up at my room, he had this incredibly hot smile and I recall him commenting that he was glad I wasn't a flake and would be a no show? Why do guys do that? I've never understood that.

There were two things that really struck me about this guy -- his incredible passion and the volume of his cum when he jetted a load.

He was one of the first guys to really teach me about long sessions with lots of breaks, conversation and change in sex tempo. His body was almost hairless except for the dark thick patch above his cock. He was intrigued by being his "first blonde bear," and was expert at using his tongue and mouth.

Last night I woke mid-dream and he was sucking me off and running his and hands all over my legs and feet and again, was one of the first guys to teach me about multitasking and how distracting a guy can be fun and mind playing/blowing.

Another thing I remember about him was his ability to 69 with me on top. Not many guys can throat my cock in that way for a long time and he went at me like a champ. Rare too in that he let me rim him so long in this position and would only groan when he took his mouth off my cock.

He had the type of ass that was equally responsive. So with each thrust, I slipped out and rubbed his crack and then dipped back in. I love a guy that can hook his ankles behind me as I doggie him and presses against my thighs like that.

We went at it all night. Mid-sleep sex. Out on the balcony in the middle of the night head. You name it.

But what caused me to wake this morning with a wet pouch was the way he came. We decided one time to cum side by side jerking off. We had been going at it and as he was getting close I was struck by how in perfect control of his entire body was -- like he was cumming as one huge muscle. He came so violently and sprayed the headboard and pic above the bed. I had never seen anything like it -- but here is the fucked up thing . . . he asked me not to make fun of him. I couldn't believe it. It was the most perfect expression of masculinity I had ever seen. He told me that guys often tease him  about it. I assured him -- I was not going to be one of those guys.

I wanted to see him do it again.

Time To Get My Kris Kringle On

So after yesterday's amazing Eagle victory and this morning's epic jerk off session, am ready to start my Christmas shopping and get in the spirit. Will be hitting the running trails later today, and damn it is cold outside. But what could be better than Christmas shopping in the frigid cold?

Hell yeah, THIS could be. Hot mouths lubing up my shaft with some good IPA. You know that hot ginger with his open mouth is a pro. About the only booze I've ever mixed with sex is smooth scotch or bourbon swirled in my mouth and followed up with a hot make out session or a long overdue rimming.

Why I Love New York

So I am headed downtown to get my head buzzed for the pre-holiday haircut and am totally pumped to be off for the next couple of weeks. Ever have one of those days were it seems like everyone is smiling and saying hello to you when you walk down the street? Much to the surprise of NYC haters, it happens to me all the time. So I am walking down West 4th Street and see this nice looking tallish guy talking to someone and as I pass, he stops what he is saying to the guy and flashes this incredible smile. Ok, maybe I was a bit jacked up today but I smiled back not thinking too much about it. When this deep voiced "Hello" stopped me in my tracks. I turned back but continued walking and he raised his Starbucks cup to me. I waved and kept walking, my dick now stirring. I kept walking and thought, "oh what the hell" and turned around -- he had been walking my way. I said, "Hey man, what's up?" He smiled this great smile and said, he was just hanging out  -- he was meeting friends later across the street for dinner and wanted to jack off and level out before dinner. He said, "I live right up here." Smile.

As I walked up the stairs to his walk-up (five stories - thank God I run) the horny fucker reached out and stuck his hands between my legs. NICE.

So we get into his tiny, I mean even by NYC standards tiny apartment and he stops right in front of the sink and grabs at my crotch. A man after my own heart. All business.

I take off my suit jacket, unbuckle and let me pants fall. I love hearing a guys audible gasp when he sees my dick for the first time. I open up his pants, and the dude has a nice fat cock but is totally shaved. Bummer, but his hand is feeling too damn good.

So apparently the guy is a total precum guy. Keeps lubing my shaft and head and squeezing the precum out of my piss slit and putting his fingers in his mouth. Normally, I'd find that kind of interruption annoying, but he was so into it I let him continue and drive the pace.

We rubbed our cocks together and I pushed my cock under his nuts and rubbed him there. Head back, his hands went to his nipples. Bingo.

I came first and dropped like five or six nice creamy string ropes across his cock and stomach. He then used my cream for lube and went at his stick with a vengance. By the time he came he had lathered up a damn hot lattee.

The Christmas season is one of my favorites. And the holidays in New York are incredible. But the number of hot, healthy guys with a great attitude about sex has to be one of the top reasons Why I Love New York.

Hang In There JR

We've all been there man. There are good times ahead . . .in fact, they are right here on the corner.

Ripe Run

Long, slow run this morning along the Hudson. The air was freezing and assaulted my lungs on the first few miles but I quickly fell into the cadence of a great leg stretch. Was out with friends last night for some scotch and steaks so it was also great to sweat all of that out. Nothing better than sitting in the steamroom after a long cold run, lifting one arm and taking a quick taste and unleashing a big creamy load in my hand.

Naughty Or Nice, but Consider the Price to The Elf

Ok, this made me laugh

"Elf's Lament"(Barebaked Ladies feat. Michael Buble)

I'm a man of reason, and they say "'Tis the season to be jolly"
But it's folly when you volley for position

Never in existence has there been such a resistance
To ideas meant to free us
If you could see us, then you'd listen

Toiling through the ages, making toys on garnished wages
There's no union
We're only through when we outdo the competition

I make toys, but I've got aspirations
Make some noise
Use your imagination
Girls and boys, before you wish for what you wish for
There's a list for who's been
Naughty or nice, but consider the price to an elf

A full indentured servitude can reflect on one's attitude
But that silly red hat just makes the fat man look outrageous

Absurd though it may seem, you know, I've heard there's even been illegal doping
And though we're coping, I just hope it's not contagious

You try to start a movement, and you think you see improvement
But when thrown into the moment, we just don't seem so courageous

I make toys, but I've got aspirations
Make some noise
Use your imagination
Girls and boys, before you wish for what you wish for
There's a list for who's been
Naughty or nice, but consider the price to an elf

You look at yourself
You're an elf
And the shelf is just filled with disappointing memories
Trends come and go, and your friends wanna know why you aren't just happy making crappy little gizmos
Every kid knows they'll just throw this stuff away

We're used to repetition, so we drew up a petition
We, the undersigned, feel undermined
Let's redefine "employment"

We know that we've got leverage, so we'll hand the fat man a beverage
And sit back while we attack the utter lack of our enjoyment

It may be tough to swallow, but our threats are far from hollow
He may thunder, but if he blunders, he may wonder where the toys went

I make toys, but I've got aspirations
Make some noise
Use your imagination
Girls and boys, before you wish for what you wish for
There's a list for who's been
Naughty or nice, but consider the price
Naughty or nice, but consider the price
Naughty or nice, but consider the price to an elf

Absorb the Pain

I had a note from a buddy who was unable to finish an ultramarathon a few weeks back. In his note he thanked me for waiting for him (I crewed for his team and waited at the 27 mile mark until he arrived).How could I NOT wait for him? He is so torn up about not completeing the race and I completely understand. He has completed this same race twice before and finished longer races as well. So what happened on this race? He said, that "the utter sting of failure" and his "first failure in his life" and "it was the first time his mind overruled his body." My God, how do I help him restore his confidence in his abilities and put a single race in perspective? My heart aches for him. Because I know I wouldn't feel any differently.

It is the downside of racing. For 80% of the time, running brings me clarity and release from stress and tension. But the lagging 20% can be a total mind fuck. My last marathon was particularly hard. But it is important to keep pushing and gutting out the pain. It makes the accomplishment that much sweeter.

I wish I had the answer to help him and the ability to reach out and absorb that pain for him.

Raise Your Glass

Raise Your Glass

Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass,
Just come on and come on and raise your glass

Slam slam, oh hot damn
What part of party don't you understand,
Wish you'd just freak out (freak out already)
Can't stop, coming in hot,
I should be locked up right on the spot
It's so on right now (so fuckin on right now)

-----Pink

Never thought I’d be quoting a Pink song on my blog, but there you go. I am still recovering from huge tailgate at the BIG Army Navy game this past weekend. Army performed like limp dicks as usual but the pre and post game tailgate was phenomenal. Ten kegs and three roasted pigs later, not to mention the bourbon and cigars and man my ass was toast.

Nothing sweeter than a bunch of guys hanging, drinking and catching up. Good times.

The Need to Train

Let's hope I don't look like this as I train for the winter marathon. This will be my first winter training schedule so it should be interesting getting those long miles in on those freezing mornings. Damn those hot showers are gonna feel good! Need to map out the exact schedule and hook up with my fellow runners to make sure we are all in snyc. One thing that is definitely on my shopping list is a new Garmin watch so I can more accurately monitor my distance and heart rate. Run ON!

Where Is The Wildcat?

We are in that college football and basketball limbo period  -- the start of the bowl games as football ends while hoops heats up with the big teams slaughtering lower equals to improve their ranking early enough in the season to ensure television coverage.

I was arguing with a buddy over UConn and their ridiculous 6^th ranking after beating University of Maryland, Baltimore County (come on) and it got me thinking of all of the guys I have been with and where their allegiances lie.

My mind wandered to Kansas State University and their Wildcats . . .

I have fucked with plenty of guys while ESPN is casting its shadows across the bed and our writhing bodies and my mind wandered to a very hot encounter with a Wildcat dislocated in Dallas. Patrick is a fireplug kind of bear. The kind of guy with chest hair that is visible above his t-shirt.  His pecs and ass were tight but fleshy enough to grab and play with. Beard that cascaded down his throat and the fucker could kiss. And he rolled in a strap.

He walked in with a well worn Wildcats hat on backwards and I knew we were going to have some fun. I had been watching ESPN and as a courtesy, went to shut it off. He grabbed my hand and asked to leave it on as his team was playing in thirty minutes. Not sure which betrayed my excitement more – my boner or his furry hand on mine.

We went at it. And man this little guy loved to get rimmed. I love deep diving a furry hole but had to laugh as I heard the basketball crowd cheering and Patrick moaning as I held his hips and lapped him up.

It is basketball season again and you know I’ll be talking smack with him now, just as we did last year, splattered cum drying in our pubes as we finished watching the game.

Iron Bowl

I have always been attracted to the Southern area of the United States. My first experience with a guy was with a law professor at Georgie Southern - maybe that is a part of it. But I love southern writers, travelling in the south -- the simplicity and genuine frankness, the sort of burly but understated masculinity and the beauty and manners of a southern woman. It all turns me on.

And college football in the south is like no other. In the North East, football is too far down the pecking order of competing with other sports -- in the Mid West it is well, kind of boring -- who gives a shit about Ohio or Michigan? But in the South and SEC and ACC divisions -- football is elevated to an art form.

And you have to love the fact that 101,000+ hot blooded southerners are out their rooting for their Crimson Tide or Tigers at the yearly Iron Bowl. I love watching this game. And yesterdays contest didn't disappoint. The Cam controversy. Hard hitting. Strong Defence. All good.

So to the Auburn fans -- a big congrats and to the dondoncal fan -- a big chest bump.

He Didn't Let Go

He Didn't Let Go

 

 

 

Had breakfast the other morning with a good friend who was in the city on business. As I approached his table, he reached out to give me a man hug and upended the vase of flowers on the table. The vase crashed. The water flooded the table. His momentum kept going and his knee nudged the table just hard enough to tip it. You got it, silver and glasses tumbling to the stone floor.

 

But he didn't let go.

 

I could hear everything crashing, but he didn't let go. It's not often that I am hugged by a man my height and size, and particularly so hard that I can smell his cologne and get that familiar stir.

 

 

 

It was a moment that I won't forget and got me thinking about the nature of friendship and particularly male companionship. He didn't let go. He wasn't distracted by the chaos he was causing. It was more important for him to convey the message to me that saying hello was more important than the obvious mess he had created.

 

We helped the painfully thin eastern European waitress clean up the mess and moved to another table. And for the next two hours we talked -- talked about work, our families, our relationships, struggles etc., I was horribly late for work, but wasn't aware of the time.

 

So I was thinking on a run this weekend -- why do my relationships with men hit periods of intensity and then seem to fade away? Why do they burn with such fire and then wane? I am laughing as I write this at the number of times men have told me that my intensity is strong. I'm not going to apologize for that. It is who I am. It's not something I can really help or necessarily want to change. But it does make think about the way some of these relationships end or begin the fade. It ALWAYS catches me by surprise. Most of the important relationships in my life  -- intimate and not hit this fade without my knowledge. It is like fucking a guy and being surprised as he cums. Shit, wait, what? Damn, I should have been paying closer attention. But I'll keep pumping and when I see the look in his eye that says, "man I'm done, I can't take it anymore." And I'm left still hard, unsatisfied and sort of resentful and asking to myself, "why didn't you tell me?"

 

Of course, the relationships are more complicated and important than simple fucking. But it shreds me every time. And I never seem to learn my lesson. And I never seem to stop putting myself out there.

 

I hate letting go.

 

 

It's Thursday Night and The Eagles are Hosting

Say what you will about Michael Vick and his time "away" but the guy is unstoppable. And the Houston Texans will have an impossible task of slowing him down. Used to be the strategy was to keep him from running but the guys passing skills have come on so strongly that he is one of the most formidible passing quarterbacks on the NFL. Glad to have him on the Eagles.

But he can't light a candle in terms of hot QB's to the man on the other Green team Aaron Rodgers.

Go Green!