He Said When

He Said When

When you said you love me, when?

When you asked if I was gay, why didn't you say more?

  

When I asked you to tell me the best thing about me, "a fuckable ass" you couldn't have been more wrong.

When you said I was "too intense" did you know you only saw 10% of what I am capable of?

When you asked "why don't you live with me?" I wish we meant the same thing.

When you think I don't need it, do you know there is nothing left to give?

When is it my choice to say when?

Bad Things

I wanna do bad things with you.

When you came in the air went out.
And every shadow filled up with doubt.
I don't know who you think you are,
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you.

I'm the kind to sit up in his room.
Heart sick an' eyes filled up with blue.
I don't know what you've done to me,
But I know this much is true:
I wanna do bad things with you.

When you came in the air went out.
And all those shadows there filled up with doubt.
I don't know who you think you are,
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you.
I wanna do real bad things with you.
Ow, ooh.

I don't know what you've done to me,
But I know this much is true:
I wanna do bad things with you.
I wanna do real bad things with you.

When I run and listen to this song, my erection is so painfully obvious and yet I wont take it off my playlist

Congratulations

This is a shout out to a good buddy being promoted and pinned tonight. Than you for your service to our country.

Pick Me Up

Some days you just need a pick-me-up. Someone else to do the heavy lifting.

To take a brief respite from the moments of isolation and lonliness.

That it is ok to wade through the muck sometimes.

That the slightest measure of intimacy can re-balance the most awkward leanings

The smallest gesture can send ripples of pleasure

The balance we all want to acheive

And the sunny outlook we all need

What does it take?

Snow On the Hudson

And all I want to do is strip down and take a dive in a big blue lake. Instead, I'll be shoveling snow, snow and more snow.

Hitting The Mark

The first time I met JS was about three years ago when I had answered a CL ad. He lived uptown then which is great for me as it is easier to park in those neighborhoods. He had a nice big apartment, rare for New York City with lots of light. I was struck by how compact and muscular he was -- the beautiful shape of his ass and the fullness of his lips. Muscular, the type of guy that has to be careful not to overtrain.

We talked briefly and pretty quickly found ourselves standing, kissing and that awkward funny moment where our pants are at our ankles and we need to get our shoes off to actually walk. I recall a beautiful soft white comforter and as we were rolling around I couldn't help from grabbing on to his hips, ass, thighs and pecs.

I could grab the muscled flesh hard and pull on it and it seemed to evoke a guttural response from him.
As I fucked him from behind I kept grabbing his upper arms and shoulders and recall licking the sweat from his shoulder blades. I lay on his back still inside him waiting to go soft (and not) when I started to massage his neck and shoulders. He said, "God this feels so good." -- ok not the most creative and he made no such mention when I was deep inside him, but ok. I went with it and continued massage him. At one point pulling out of him, slipping off the slick rubber and knotting it and went back to work.

It wasn't until maybe 20 minutes or so that he said "God it feels so good to have someone's do this." Fuck you mean you do this for a living" I asked? "Yeah I am a massage therapist." "Damn man we need to be friends" was my response.

Fast forward to yesterday. So yes, he is a trained massage therapist, good at what he does and not a hustler. I have recommended some friends to him (unbeknownst to him) whom he has worked on and these guys are much hotter than I am and he has never made a move and has frequently told me he doesn't do this with clients. Do I really care one way or another? No.

So yesterday I needed a 90 minute as my hips, thighs and hamstrings are sore from training. I routinely bone when I am being  massaged and don't necessarily act on it. But yesterday JS was able to both relax, hurt
me and spike the libido.

Thirty minutes in and he was on his back with my tongue up his meaty hole.

JS is one of those guys whose nipples need to be worked hard, aggressively sucked, tugged and pulled. His left nipple is harder to get a reaction -- so he knows I work that one harder. If you couldn't tell from his moaning the way he throws open his college swimmer thighs and locks his ankles around your back tells you to pull harder then the way his pelvis shakes is a good indication I am hitting the target. And I do.

I love fucking a man until he cums and with JS it is always unexpected. I hit his prostate the right way and he grabs (generally my chest hair and pulls) and I feel his warm cream escape him.

I lay on top of him and kissed him and stroked his face and he asked me if I came. I told him no and he looked hurt as if he had failed. I slipped out of him and told him to get back to work. I was on my back and he was painfully diggin into my sore thighs when I started pulling at my dick. The hot fucking multi-tasker that he is took my head in his lips and sucked  my cock while digging into my muscles. The pain/pleasure wave was incredible. I reached my hands back over my head and arched my back as I flooded his mouth.


He sat behind me massaging my head and neck occasionally kissing me as I let my cum slide down my stomach and pool on the table cover.

Fuck I needed that.

Rodgers vs. Cutler comparison

The big match up this weekend will be between my guy Aaron Rodgers and Jay Cutler. I'll enjoy the bets with my buddies who are Bears fans as the Packers stomp their asses hard.



Aaron Rodgers Quick Stats
Age: 27
Height: 6’2
Weight: 225 lbs
Drafted: 2005
2010-11 Season Stats: 28 touchdowns, 261.5 yards per game with a 101.2 QB Rating

Jay Cutler Quick Stats
Age: 27
Height: 6’3
Weight: 233 lbs
Drafted: 2006

2010-11 Season Stats: 23 touchdowns, 218.3 yards per game with a 86.3 QB Rating
For awhile now many have been comparing the two strong arm quarterbacks who have had similar statistics throughout their career. In last week’s NFL playoff divisional games both quarterbacks scored an astounding 4 touchdowns leading their teams into the NFC Conference Championship. Rodgers threw for a total of 366 yards, and Cutler came up with 274 yards passing. Through this season Rodgers has thrown for 3922 yards, and Cutler is behind him with 3274 passing yards.
Although on paper both these quarterbacks play very similar, it’s the intangibles that set them apart. They are both only 27 years of age, however Rodgers has matured a lot more quickly in the NFL under the tutelage of Brett Favre. Rodgers has had to deal with a lot more high pressure situations playing for Green Bay, than Cutler did in either Denver or Chicago. To answer the ever pressing; Aaron Rodgers vs Jay Cutler Who Is the Better QB, early indicators are pointing to Aaron Rodgers, but we will find out for sure this Sunday.
There you have it folks, my Aaron Rodgers vs Jay Cutler comparison.

Butterfly

Taking a moment just imagining that i'm dancing with you
I'm your pole and all you're wearing is your shoes
You've got soul, you know what to do to turn me on until I write a song about you
And you have your own engaging style, you've got the knack to vivify
And you make my slacks a little tight, you may unfasten them if you like

That's if you crash and spend the night

But you don't bode, you don't pay, you got everything you need
Except for me, sister you've got it all
You make the call to make my day
In your message say my name
Your talk is all the talk, sister you've got it all

Curl your upper lip up and let me look around
Ride your tongue along your bottom lip and bite down

And bend your back and ask your hips if I can touch
Well they're the perfect jumping up point
Getting closer to your butterfly

You float on by
Oh kiss me with your eyelashes tonight

Or Eskimo your nose real close to mine
And let's mood the lights and finally make it right

But you don't bode and you don't pay, you got everything you need
Except for me, sister you've got it all
You make the call to make my day

In your message say my name
Your talk is all the talk, sister you've got it all

You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all
You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all

Mmm mmm And all I really need to see
You pull your knee socks up

Let me feel you upside down, slide in, slide out
Slide over here, climb into my mouth now

Butterfly
Well you landed on my mind
Actually landed on my ear but you crawled inside
And now I see you perfectly behind closed eyes
I wanna fly with you
But I don't want to lie to you

But I can't recall a better day
Sun coming to shine on the occasion
You're sophisticated, lady, you've got it all
You've got it all to make my day
In your message say my name
Your talk is all the talk, sister you've got it all

You know that fortune favors the brave
But let me get paid while I make you breakfast

The rest is up to you, who makes the call
I never forget a face, 'cept maybe my own
I have my days, let's face the fact here
It's you who's got it all

I can't recall a better day
Sun coming to shine on the occasion
You're an open-minded lady, you've got it all

You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all
You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all
You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all
You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all

Butterfly, baby, you've got it all

Pitchers and Puck

I love a guy who is thoughtful enough to have a full pitcher of water on the nightstand and allow me to fuck him before I take my sneakers off.

One of the few reasons I watch Glee is the thought of Puck doing this one day with Will.

Random thoughts for a Friday morning.

New Balance

Trying these New Balance sneakers on my run at lunch. Havent been a big fan of NB but these are getting rave reviews.



Cold Days and Warm Thoughts

The third snow storm to hit the Hudson Valley this year today. I love the winter and the snow. But it also makes me long to run shirltess, sweating up a storm on a long run in the summer.

Or hanging out at the beach.

But for now, it is more snow, sledding and reading long into the night. This is probably what my car would look like if I were homeless.

He's Back

There are times when you meet a man and you now instantly that the sexual chemistry is so intense, it virtually takes your breath away. The first time that I met W - it was one of those amazing trips to San Francisco where all the cards are in your favor -- where the weather is incredible, you are staying at a beautiful hotel, you meet interesting people and eat at amazing restaurants. This trip was exactly that sort of experience.

Riding in the elevator up to my room, I couldn't help but marvel at how tall he was. At 6'5, there are few men that I have to reach up to kiss and fewer still that now How to kiss that well. The dark skin, the handsome, masculine face, lips that were both hard and soft, and the beard . . .that scruff I would feel all over my body. Kissing him was a fortelling of the type of man he is. An expressive, giving, taking, articulate and demanding lover.

His dark fur encompasses his entire body and the thickness and length of his cock, the shape of his hips and broadly centered shoulders rivals any porn star. He would engulf my dick and look up at me through those brown eyes and lashes -- how the fuck is a man expected to control himself? He was a challenge. The color of the gold chain against his dark skin made the gold appear rose colored. I couldn't help but lean down and kiss him again and again, interrupting his masterful suck.

And feeling his huge hard cock press against me lying on each other -- the contrast of his dark features and my blonde fur . . .

And now he is back. Still on an opposite coast. But he is back.

And I am the luckier man for it.

Congrats Auburn on Your National Victory

Big Shout Out to JR and all the Auburn Tiger fans on pulling off their victory last night against Oregon. I know Brnadon Cox know longer plays for them, but he is still smoking hot and I imagine there was a hell of a good party on that campus yesterday.

Fire In the Sauna

There was a fire in our gym this afternoon -- aparently started in the sauna. Swear to God.  Now I have on occassion been the beneficiary of a few blow jobs and a few threesomes in the sauna, but damn, never hot enough that the place would catch on fire. I see I need to change up my workout schedule.

Packers Take The Day

It is always tough when your fantasy football quaterback (Aaron Rodgers) is playing your favorite team in a playoff game. Hate that. I wish the Eagles had played better and stupidly thought they would pull it out int he end. But the Packers and Aaron carried the day. Green Bay's defense kicked the shit out of Michael Vick and David Akers . . .well, tough to miss those two kicks. Where the hell the Eagles defense was yesterday, I'd sure as fuck like to know. Rodgers made virtually every throw without a dark green uniform on him. WTF??

Had my first long run of the training season. The trail was snow-coverd still, so had to run a a very busy sort of dangerous road with a very narrow shoulder. The wind was brutal and I made a total rookie move in wearing cotton boxer briefs under my sweats. The wind cut right through them so when I sweated enough to soak them, my dick was literally freexing. When I stopped to take a piss on the side of the road, it felt like I was passing shards of glass. Winter training is a bitch. All I could think of was swimming in a pool on a hot sunny afternoon . . .

(AILF) You Lost Me There, Rosecrans Baldwin

I found this story, about Victor, an Alzheimer's researcher and Sarah, the wife he lost in a car accident, touching and very well written. It is the story of a man whose expertise is memory and brain function and yet, as we discover, knows little about how they relate to emotion. In fact, a wounded ex-girlfriend accuses him of having "Alzheimer's of the emotions."

Victor spent his life so consumed with his work that the rest of his life went on without him; except he doesn't realize it. He thinks he had a good life and a stable, if not always satisfying marriage. After his wife dies in an accident, he finds notes she had left behind--not TO him, but ABOUT him--an exercise assigned by a marriage counselor they'd seen in the past.

Through these cards, Victor realizes that his life, his wife, his marriage...none of it was what he thought it was. Here, this expert in the brain and its memories comes to the jarring realization that his recollections about his wife, Sara, their marriage and particular events in their lives may not be accurate. This revelation, as well as some of the profoundly hurtful things Sara says about him on the cards, shake him to the core and magnify the grief of her loss.

As I read the novel, I wondered what my wife knows. I wonder what she faces in her reality. How does she perceive me? What would her cards say about me? How about the men that I have loved? The men I have loved who did or did not love me? Our perceptions of relationships can be so fragile, so biased . . . so easily re-configured based on our emotions.

When we decide we want something different and act on that – what havoc does that cause? Are our relationships really as they seem?

“But you must see, you must see, Cornelia, I never cheated on Bill. I did not betray my husband. I loved Bill, I loved him more that summer than I ever had, I adored him. But you’ll have worked tremendously hard to build your life after a certain fashion, and then suddenly, one morning, you want something different. You want anything but what you have, you want it new and you want it right just then. It’s terrifying, the desire’s so powerful, you’re sick with it.”

It was thought provoking and I enjoyed the read. Some of the secondary characters needed a bit more development or depth. But I loved the premise of the book and his voice and ability to draw the natural beauty of Maine into the storyline.

Baldwin is an Author I'd Like to Fuck.