Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Hey Gents


Sorry for the delays in posting. I have been travelling and posting discretely has been an issue for me in the past couple of weeks. Have been doing some travelling and had the opportunity to experience some warmer climates. Ran a half marathon in Texas. Nice weather -- hot men and even better food and beers. there is a stretch of water that the locals call a Lake -- I would call a stream where I met Dave. We were running along the same path at about the same pace. Nice looking guy, great tone and he was sweating up a storm.

 All I kept thinking about while running behind and next to him was what his ass would look like, naked and in front of me.


Turned out he played for our team and small talk lead to a furry, sweaty romp with lots of kissing, fingering and blowing loads.


It was an excellent break from the run and an awesome way to follow up the intensity of the exercise. Fuck I needed to blow off some steam.


It was nice to fuck a guy deeply and wrap my arms around his chest from behind. Even nicer to stroke him off and rub his cum through his furry chest.


We even christned his newe kitchen with some hollerin.


Came more than a few times that day. I needed that release.

I'll be posting more regularly now. Hope you guys have been well and will catch up with my blogging buddies with comments. Tell me what I've missed!

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Cum


It’s the seed of life-  so intimate… so passionate… feeling that thump in your nuts, the shot of cum the second he moans… seeing his face contort as I spray my juice all over the place. I love the feeling… the warm spunk landing all over his chest… or his back… or his face… and it immediately cooling… knowing that I did such a good job that he’s appreciating me for giving him what he is looking for.  And one of the most amazing parts? I can re-pay him with a second load.


We men love our cum… we cherish it. We don’t make a lot (some more than others) but what we do make, we love to share with the ones we feel that appreciate it the most. The smell, the taste, the feeling of it drying on our skin… these are all things that are incredible. Seeing his cock go down after being spent…but knowing that he’s already working on more for later


Cum is special between men. It truly is… We mark each other profoundly with it. Feeling those first few spurts as he loses control…and then immediately smelling that distinct cum scent… that fills the musky air… knowing that once you cum… that scent will be even stronger.  And then there’s that sense of pride… of accomplishment… of pure joy from the passion that’s all over you and him.


What are your first memories of cum? Mine is the summer I discovered masturbating and made it my most significant accomplishment of 7th grade. That hot summer. Cumming, swimming, sleeping, playing ball - it is like it was yesterday.


I love it all -- the distinct taste of the guys I have swallowed, the texture of it as it sits on a bed of chest or ass fur.


Some of you guys have sent me pics of your cum -- love seeing them and the stories behind them. Happy to share them here in the blog as well.

Friday, February 10, 2012

His Boxers



I was a freshman, we were never allowed enough time to shower after gym class. This one freezing winter morning, I decided to go late to my next class and take a hot shower. I was nervous as hell and terribly self-concious about being naked in front of other guys.

In the locker room, I was sitting next to the hottest senior in school - of course - and I checked him out while he took off his boxers and put his swim trunks on. When all the other guys were either showering or swimming, and I finished my shower, I got dressed. Then I noticed his boxers.

I was in such a weird place then, not capable of recognizing why my heart was racing and I was incredibly aroused. I picked up his boxers and stuck my face in them.

It was amazing. I was in total ecstasy. now that I am older, I realize that the scent in his boxers was actually the scent of cum.

It is a habit, I continue today.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Shibui (渋い) Living

Shibui (渋い) Living



"Sometimes I need to redirect my attention to what I feel is important to this space. So there is a philosophy, a concept of sorts that I feel is very important to my interests. Shibui is a word that describes everything good about everything I like, but has no equivalent in English. So what is shibui?


Shibui (渋い) is a term that has its origins dating back to Edo period Japan. A time when Japan became united and people had time to chill out and contemplate some aesthetical values. It was a term that described the understated beauty of arts, crafts, song, and dance. Understatement and beauty are the key ideas.


The concept is ancient but I want to attempt to reinvent it for this day and age. My hope is to create less waste, and for people to resist disposing of things thoughtlessly. Hopefully after reading this and digesting it you may reconsider reclaiming some things if your life.


The first things to know are the main elements that define shibui. This first and most basic of which is implicitness. There is not one shibui for everybody but many shibui for many people. For example the thing you find shibui about something may not be what another finds shibui. This spontaneity is synonymous with the idea. The feeling created is also non-intentional, meaning the craftsman or artist’s ability created the shibui feeling. Respect is the key idea here, and not everyone may see the same aspect but respect it nonetheless. It also cultivates different aspects of appreciation.

Shibui is simplicity in its purest form. It isn’t flashy or noisy. It is silence that speaks volumes. The tacit silent nature of shibui makes it distinct. The artists imperfections are the details to be appreciated. The silent nature of shibui colors also plays an important role. Earth tones, natural dyes, everyday unobtrusive color are key to what makes something shibui, the beauty of understatement.

Shibui design is not designing for your audience, but rather creating from your heart. Coming up with a concept, designing it, and then actualizing it are the important points to remember about shibui. Shibui comes from the heart, deep emotional influence conveyed unintentionally into an object, a step, or a passage.

The idea of the “nameless” craft comes from shibui. The belief that the artist’s feelings and personality will be conveyed through their work can be enough to identify the artist. The most shibui items have no name to identify the artist.

Shibui is:

Handwriting

Caligraphy

Paper

Stone

Wood

Persimmon

Charcoal

Fire

Bare-feet

Leather

Horn

Bone

Clay

Ocean

Sand

Cotton

Wool

Monochrome " -- Bandana Wanderings -- love this blog and the sentiment -- I'd love to adoopt more of this in my life.


Happy 200th Birthday


Charles Dickens, one of my favorite writers would walk for miles and miles every day stoking his creative fires. What an amazing legacy.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Finally Back Home



So guys – did you think I forgot all about you?? HA! Fat chance mates. I am here and very much alive contrary to my lack of postings. I am finally back in the Hudson Valley after some extended international travel.



My first trip took me to Australia. It is summer there so lots of hot guys in shorts and flip flops sweating and looking good. Fucking real good.


Sydney was my first stop and caught the tail end of Chinese New Year. Went for a couple of amazing long runs around the Sydney Opera House and Park. The weather was real hot and humid and sucked to have to be in a business suit in the city.


Next stop was Melbourne, my favorite city in Australia. The weather was much cooler and I arrived there the night of the marathon six hour men’s final match.


I hit the bars with some friends and rode the wave of excitement and the casual beauty of the people in this city. Unlike Sydney, Melbourne has this real relaxed air about it and it was so calming and energizing to drink some great IPA’s with these folks.


Then off to Singapore where the humidity was so thick, I felt like someone covered me in a wet wool blanket. Yuck.


But Singapore is also amazing clean and it was great to be back there.

So what did I miss? The Superbowl – Go Giants! The Republican primaries. Don’t get me started. Spring-like weather in the Hudson Valley.

I’m running a half-marathon in a few weeks and this damn tendonitis in my left foot is fucking killing me. Ugh.


So how are you guys? Tell me what you’ve been up to.