Muscle Cramps and Brothers

One of the reasons that I love my gym is the number of hot regular guys that work out there. There are plenty of posers, don't get me wrong, but they generally work out later in the day than I do so I often miss that shit show. I have begun to befriend many of these guys simply because we are on the same schedule. One very handsome, sort of quiet guy I've noticed for quite sometime. Nice solid body, furry all over:), square jaw but not overly groomed or ego-driven -- in fact, has a sort of smoldering silence about him I find attractive. We struck up a conversation recently as he overheard me talking about marathon running and shared with me his concern about his upcoming and first marathon in Philly.

I saw him yesterday and we started talking about his run. He was so straightforward int he way he spoke, my dick started to stir under my towel. He went on to relay to me that he got this incredibly painful lower back muscle cramp on mile 15 and how bummed he was about not making his four hour anticipated time and worse, holding his two buddies back from making their goal time as well. I love that sort of brotherhood and could feel how much it bothered him to think that he had let his friends down. I touched me actually.

This whole idea of brotherhood and how hard that is to come by in life. Of course, i was so turned on I jacked a load int he steamroom, but really reflected on this notion of brotherhood and what it means -- particularly amongst bisexual men who have the challenge of living in separate worlds and possibly not feeling that they one hundred percent belong in either place. I am thanksful that writing this blog has opened me up to awesome friendships both with readers and with fellow bloggers -- in a way a redefined brotherhood. It is pretty cool. I'm interested in your viewpoint on this.

Vacation Sex

So I'm hoping you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I had a great time with the family and friends and the Flyers game did not disappoint.

I had forgotten how much fun the hockey fans have at games and Philly fans can be particularly brutal to their opposing fans. We had the most hilarious fans sitting behind us and bellowing out insults throughout the entire game. I laughed my ass off.

And in doing so, also had a totally hot guy trip coming up the stairs behind me and dump his entire beer down my legs. I literally reached back and grabbed this guy by his hockey jersey and saved him from rolling down the stairs. Yeah, ok, I held on a bit longer than I should have and man on man was he appreciative:)



The guy directly behind me took advantage of the mild climes this past weekend and was in cargo shorts and hot furry legs. Which got me thinking -- so who got lucky this weekend? I know it wasn't me! But I had a hot report from the field. This hot reader in Virginia hooked up with his security bud for a little post Thanksgiving stuffing. Went down like this -- my buddy showered and got a hotel room and security dude met him there

for an hour plus of making out, rimming and oral -- did I say rimming -- oh yeah, this guy loves to rim!

They are taking a break and my bud starts to get those second wind browsy hornys and all of a sudden is inching his hot cock inside his buds hole. He ended up popping a huge load in his gloved tight hole and then

his bud shot his load -- fucking hot and thanks bud for sharing the story with me and the readers! Ok, so who else BESIDES me got layed this holiday weekend?



Come on fellas fess up.

Go Flyers!

Fucking excited to hit the Flyers vs. Canadiens game today in Philly. Look for me at 3:00 in the stadium with my buddies and a few dozen empty beer cans on the ground.

By boy Giroux go number 28! Damn, look at that hot fucker and that ginger in his beard. Gulp.

Followed by some nap time with the kids watching the games.

And hopefully some pit play time with a bud!

Happy Thanksgiving

I hope everyone has a great turkey day

And has lots of happy times with buds

And whatever your vantage point is

I hope you all have a great holiday and I'm thankful you guys come around.

Gear Swap

Thanks for all the awesome comments and straps men! The exchange a couple of weeks back was hot as hell and I was reminded of it this morning on my daily run. In the gym, I was stripping out of my wet strap and tore the strap from the elastic waistband with my foot. Fucking hate when that happens.

No you know I wish I could stretch like this guy. I can't even come close to that.

 God I love football season.

Fuck, look at this hairy but. Damn.

 Did I mention how much I love football season. Go Eagles!

Not sure what these guys are doing but I know my gym NEVER looked this good in school.

Always gotta end on the money shot:)

Let me know men.

Crew for an Ultra

Spent the weekend crewing for my running team. This Saturday's run was an ultra-marathon -- 50 miles of absolutely grueling and gut wrenching performance. The first 15 miles of the run is trail running and can break even the best trained runner. As runners descended from the woods, down this steep ravine to the first check-up point, many of the runners were soaked, cut and limping from having fallen down on rocks and in streams. It is a true testament of brotherhood (and sisterhood) of runners as we helped as we could to make this hard run as best as possible.

The hotness factor in a race like this is pretty much off the charts. As a part of the pitt crew -- it is really fun to actually not be participating for a change and just helping people with their needs. And I'd be lying if I didn't admit to being fully turned on to helping thirty, sweaty, beat-up guys with their aching bodies.



Most of the runners take between nine and twelve hours to complete this run. That is a heck of alot of testosterone and sweat and as you know, for a gear guy like me -- I'm in fucking heaven. I particularly love it when they hold on to my shoulders to balance their weight as they stretch out their legs. The aroma is pretty heady.



And as they crossed the finish line and collapsed on us -- was able to feel the power, intimacy and brotherhood of men fighting through their own personal demons and conquering a very formidable challenge. I am proud to be a part of those accmplishments -- even with my selfish secret desires.



One of the highlights was one of my runners asking if he could wear my sweater post run. He had forgotten to bring his so I happily whipped it off and handed it to him. After running for almost ten hours, his muscles were shaking and freezing. The look of relief on his face as the exchange of my body warmth to his was unbelievable. I was thrilled to help him and to offer him comfort.

Later in the lobby of the hotel, hanging out with the guys eating pizza and drinking beers, he limped over to me and apologetically handed me the sweater, offering to keep it and wash it before returning it. I emphatically declined and jerked an enormous load later, his smell enveloping my face as I blew.

I hope you all had a great weekend.

Game Day Request

One of these days I am going to find a bud that is into watching sports -- football and college basketball with me. The afternoon will be filled with smack talk, sex and beers and good casual fun.

Today the Eagles take on the Giants. Of course they will win. And just as these guys will make Eli lay down on his back

I'd like in between quarters to have my buddy lean back, spread his legs and let me toss his salad for a few

Then back to watching the Eagles offense dominate

And in between, throw your shorts back on and grab us a few beers will ya? Any invitations? you don't necessarily need to root for me teams, but you may be more handsomely rewarded if you are.



The Composer

There is something about being with an artist that has always intrigued me so when I was introduced to Mark, I was more than a little intrigued to learn that he is a composer, teacher and critic. Now classical music is not one of my strengths, so I was a little intimidated -- that is until he smiled and and quickly put my anxieties to rest. He is a full foot shorter and about one hundred pounds lighter than I am, so I sort of tower over him. But did you ever have one of those moments where you just want to take someone to a bed and thrash them around? That is how I felt with Mark. He has a fairly large apartment and as we made out on his couch, I looked over at some construction workers who were clearly visible through the window in the building across the street. Man did they get a good view.

You know I am a sucker for an apartment fully lined with bookshelves and his are chcok full of biographies of composers and historical perspectives on different periods of music. When he crawled into my lap and started lapping at my chest and pits and I slid my hands under his jeans and grabbed a fistful of commado furry ass, my dick jumped and my heart was racing. He is a talented makeout artist -- which you know I love.

But when I strated to rim him -- oh man, this little guy went nuts. I started with him on the couch and  we quickly progressed to his bedroom

Where I could kneel on the floor and spread his ample ass to my liking. And guys -- did I like:) I ate his butt for a good 30 or 40 minutes straight. I then devoured his chest, cock, nut and pits -- you can always tell which hand a guy is by the difference in ripeness in his pits. I asked him if he was a rightie and he smiled and said,"yeah why?" I just dug in deeper.

I couldn't keep my hands off this guys ass. Whether it was running my cock on his now soaking wet hole or rubbing his asshole while I sucked his dick and nuts.

While we were going at it, I began thinking of how I wanted him to cum. Yeah, you know it was going to be with my tongue deep inside him. and he did not disappoint. When I lifted my face and told him I wanted him to cum this way he went into full throttle mode and shot an enormous load. When you are with a guy -- when do you decide to tip the edge? Do you make the decision on your own? Let the other guy guide you? After this episode with Mark, I've discovered that I often guide the decision of my partner and here's hoping to many more episodes with Mark.

I am off to crew a ultra race this weekend. Have an awesome weekend.

The National Book Awards

Last night I attended the National Book Awards ceremony in Manhattan at the Cipriani restaurant, where the winners were announced at a ceremony hosted by actor John Lithgow. Lithgow was hilarious, smart and articulate -- everything you'd sort of suspect.

Here the winners:

FICTION: Jesmyn Ward, Salvage the Bones (about an African American family trying to survive Hurricane Katrina). Gorgeous African Amercan young woman who looked sweet and shocked at her win.

NONFICTION: Stephen Greenblatt, The Swerve: How the World Became Modern ( how the Renaissance rediscovered the Classicism of the ancient world). Kind of a cute older guy but no one knew what the fuck he was talking about in his acceptance speech.

POETRY: Nikky Finney, Head Off & Split. I had never heard of this poet -- a striking African American whose acceptance sppech was as beautful as her published prose. It left a room full of tuxedo and gown clad cycnical publishing types stunned and amazed -- many were tearfully grasping at every word. I will certainly be buying her book.

YOUNG PEOPLE'S LITERATURE: Thanhha Lai, Inside Out & Back Again. Her acceptance speech was eight seconds where she thanked three people and said thank you and walked off the stage.

But the great moment for me last night was being at a table next to Column McCann, Irish author and fucking hot man.

He looked exuistely hot sipping his whiskey in a sharply tailored tux. I blatantly stared at him from across our tables -- so much so that he actually put his glasses on to look at me as if to wonder "who the fuck is this idiot staring at me all night?" I had to laugh at myself at getting caught but honestly, I didn't give a shit. He's smart, hot and masculine and God I'd give anything to make out with him.

Also honored for his contribution to literature, legendary bookseller Mitchell Kaplan who founded the Miami Book Fair reaffirmed that books still matter, "I firmly believe that even with all the upheaval we find in our industry today, there is room for optimism. Writers are writing marvelous and important books, publishers are publishing them, and — as every bookseller knows — readers want to know and buy them."

It was a very sweet sentiment, and I pray that we will always have events that celebrate the written word, authors and books.

Who are your favorite authors?

Fantasy Football big win

Beat my matched opponent and buddy in fantasy football by the slimmest margin imaginable. The win put me in fourth place and hopefully a play-off position. Houston Arian Foster was the stud who pushed me over the edge with over 40 fantasy points on Sunday. Foster rushed for 84 yards and a touchdown on 17 carries, and added four receptions for 102 yards with another score in Houston's 37-9 win over Tampa Bay in Week 10 on Sunday. He is blowing up as a receiver in 2011, having posted more than 100 receiving yards in three games this season while averaging a career-high 14.4 yards per catch. His touchdown reception Sunday went for 78 yards.

  

Thanks Arian. Any other guys play fantasy sports? All right,s immer down. I mean the kind you have to play on CBS Sports, Yahoo or ESPN not the pocketball fantasy sitting on your couch ya horndogs.

Fences

Guys, I've found this amazing new artist, Chris Mansfield and his debut album Fences. Here are some pics of Chris with this woman photgrapher, Ira Chernova (the pics are from her tumblr blog chernova.tumblr.com).

The album is amazing and packs such an emotional punch, I was kinf of left reeling at the first hearing of his smooth, sentimental voice.

My favorite tracks are The Same Tattoos and Sadie and the lyrics from

 Girls With Accents, he expresses his frustration at screwing things up, "I'm fucking up, I'm fucking up, I'm fucking up everything is so simply direct and powerful.

 And these fucking pics are so damn hot. She's an extremely talented photgrapher, so check out her blog as well. Download Fences.

 Any new artists you'd like to share?