Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Belated Just A Jeep Guy's TMI Thursday

Sean's http://justajeepguydc.blogspot.com/ awesome feature called TMI Thursday from last week --
 
Would You Rather...
 
1.  . . . be intimate with the lights on or off?
 
 
 
definitely on -- love to make love looking at him while I am doing it.

2. ...get a perfect night's sleep or have amazing sex?
 
 
 
Can always catch up on sleep:)
 
3. ...have a perfect body but smallish sex organs or big sex organs but an out of shape body?
 
 

Definitely what comes naturally -- and so I guess that falls more into the bigger sex organs (not really something I care about)and out of shape body. Much more turned on by a guy who is comfortable with his body regardless of "look."
 
4. ...your significant other be a terrible kisser who could always make you orgasm or an amazing kisser who could never make you orgasm?
 
 
neither could be my significant other. I dont even hook up with a guy that doesnt kiss and I couldnt commit to a guy that doesn give me some pleasure at least exhausts himself trying

5. ...spend the rest of your life without a significant other, or would you rather have a partner who is extremely difficult?
 
 

without a partner -- I have enough difficult people in my life that I can't control.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Weekend Race


Had a reader request for a loaded strap shot so was waiting for the right time to shoot one for him and thought I'd share the love:)

Amazing how rainy it is this Monday morning compared to the amazing weather we had this weekend. I helped a buddy out at his race -- no worries -- I didn't run it -- and decided to slip a strap on under my basketball shorts before I headed out to the start tent. I ended up helping on the registration, handing out race bibs and pins and some sun screen. Since I typically am running, I don't hang out in this area too often so it was kind of a nice change of pace and man -- the view from this vantage point of hot guys and gals stretching before their run is amazing.

Plenty of runners loosening up their muscles aand lots of nervous pre-race bullshitting on the weather, course etc.,

The runners took off for the race and we started to celan up the table and move it to the finisher's line. The race was held in a park right along the Hudson -- beautiful views etc., but very few bathrooms. I was half-tempted to leak int he woods -- but there were way too many people around so I jogged over to the port-a-john near the parking lot. It was so nice out and I was really enjoying the time alone on my walk back and the fact I wasn't stressing about my foot and helping out a buddy.

We went down to the finish line and cheered on all the runners as they finished up and ehaded to their cars. I didn't stick around for the medal ceremony and headed to my favorite coffee shop for some good joe.

Upon arriving home, I realized I was the only one at home -- very rare occurance. Since I hadn't showered before the race, I was fairly ripe and so I just stretched out on my bed, lifted my arm and inhaled my scent and stroked a long and pleasant load. As I was close to cumming, I pulled my strap from my one ankle and brought it to my face and again, inhaled deeply.

I started to bust and caught some of it in my strap and took a pic to share.

Hope you guys had an awesome weekend.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Just A Jeep Guys TMI Thursday


Sean is one of the coolest guys around and I have been a huge fan of his blog since I discovered it. I'm sure you've read it, but if you haven't here is a link: http://justajeepguydc.blogspot.com/. He's smart, funny, and has excellent taste in cars (fuck i miss my red wrangler).

He has this new blog feature called TMI Thursday so I am following his lead and answering these questions.


1. Name one thing that turns you on with unprecedented success. 

Fur

Fur and passion

 Fur and exertion
 Fur in repose


Fur and getting it cut and shaped



Fur and coffee

2. What quirky physical trait or characteristic (not face, bod, legs etc,)  gets your attention?
I love details about a guy and have an eye for catching them. His pen - is choice of books etc.,

I love to watch men work out -- their gear and hwo they exert themsleves


 Fascinated by people's choice of blank books -- what is in them and their inate sense of creativity


The small details about what a man finds attractive about himself


The hidden wonders of what is behind the armor


The confidence and attitude that can be so strong it is palpable


3. Do you go commando? When dressed? When sleeping? Sexy or disgusting?
I go commando all the time. I love free-balling and love the way it makes my cock feel. I particularly like commado in cargo shorts. Love it post work-out and just gym shorts -- I know, I do like to show off.
 I find it sexy both for me and on another guy.
I sleep naked when I travel but not at home. Don't ask.

4. Can there be too much foreplay?
There can nevere be enough foreplay. My last heavy duty encounter with a guy went for six hours straight. I love it.

Intimacy is so key to feeling alive -- foreplay is the conduit to that feeling -- much more than penetration (for me).

It is what lingers -- his/her scent, taste, exhaustion that I love


5. Is one orgasm per night enough or are you done and thru? 
I prefer more than once orgasm per encounter, but that isn't always realistic for logistics etc. But man how I love to start my day with one.
 The ideal for me is a nice break falling alseep with my partner.

 And yeah, going in for round two.


Bonus:
If you’re a waiter and one of your customers  was rude, would you spit in their food?
I have never been a waiter, so this is a tough one for me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't sorely tempted to do something like that. And given my propensity to confront assholes, I might be more direct and unemployed:)

Thanks Sean for an awesome ride in the jeep bud.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

On the Road


There are days when being a biseuxal man is incredibly frustrating. And there are days when fucking a woman is so damn wonderful. Last night on the way home, she unexpectedly reached over and opened my fly.


 It has been a long time since I have had road head but damn if it didn't feel amazing. And when we hit the bed, I was fucking with my boots still on.


At one point, a trucker whose vantage point due to the hieght of his vehicle gave him a perfect view of what was going on -- gave us a few beeps in encouragement


Frustrating, crazy and often just hot as hell.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Runners Risks and Dreams



So against all better judgement and the advice of many, I ran the 5K on Saturday up at West Point. While I admit that I dressed to run, but I was still debating as I drove through the gates and walked across Soldier Field. As soon as I saw the other runners and felt the nervous energy in my gut, I knew I was a goner. I had to run it.



I walked right up to the registration and handed in my sign-up sheet and cash, snagged the running shirt, took a deep breath and inhaled the beautiful sunny weather, the sweaty testosterone permeating the air and took in the beautiful sights of one of the most incredible sights in the country -- the mighty Hudson.



There is something about the level of competitiveness -- the drive and muscle that I love when watching runners pull it all out. The first mile was straight up hill (so fucking typical of the military to torture you in that way). Scores of totally hot young cadets and slicked legged women pushing themselves to their limits.  I realized that my endurance is now absolute shit due to the break in training. Not the greatest setting to struggle through a 5K, but fuck it. I quickly passed the pain and enjoyed the run.



And you know what guys? I totally fucking loved it. As poorly as I performed -- I loved the run. My foot was a bit sore during the run and felt like a brick a couple of hours later, but the high I felt driving home after the race -- sweaty, ripe, face covered in salt stains from the sweat. IT WAS ALL WORTH THE RISK guys -- I felt FUCKING ALIVE. And I realized right then and there how much I miss it and need it.


So I need to piece together my rehabilitation and rest strategy  focusing on getting better, resting the foot, dropping some weight and fixing what is wrong becasue I miss and love running too much. I need it. And I promise not to run another race until I am in a much better place physically. So


I made an appointment with a guy in the city called the "marathon guy" because of his specialty in dealing with stupidly idiotic runners who are ignoring the messages their bodies are sending them  so that they can continue to run.


I'm not sure I will be in a solid enough place to run a marathon again. But I am giving it a shot because I now know, having been denied this outlet for weeks, what running means to me and I can see myself crossing another finish line -- in my dreams maybe -- but one day soon, a reality.

Thanks guys for all the notes of concern and the warnings to tie me down if I ran this weekend. At the risk of turning everything into sex -- since I am admitting that I ran - will you still tie me down??

Friday, May 11, 2012

Reading Lust

Reading Lust


As it is the lusty month of May (and my birthday month), I wanted to share some thoughts about the books on my nightstand. This is a big shout out to my friend James (speaking of lust) an impossibly hot bisexual, rugby playing, law student who lives in a part of the world where he can be imprisoned for openly loving a man. Kind of like North Carolina. Kidding.
James just finished his studies for the year and is embroiled in a week long, continual act of drinking with friends and sleeping off hangovers and flirting with hot girls and boys. If I were a able, I’d transport my big blonde furry ass down there and be waiting in his dorm room after a night of drinking (most likely after jerking off with his ripe jockstrap in his mouth) and try and take advantage of his humpy body . . .
Ahhh, but I digress . . . on to my reading picks for May . . .



Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk – Ben Fountain
This novel is getting a lot of hype and a quick read of the first chapter had me hooked. Here is a review I particularly liked, “As a seventy year old woman who doesn't own a TV and lives in Maine, it's unlikely that a book about soldiers, football, and high rollers looking for a movie deal set in Texas would compel me to write my first review, but this book did. It's a piece of Americana that tells us about ourselves in the same way that say To Kill a Mockingbird or Death of a Salesman reveals pieces of the puzzle that is America. I somehow feel better for having read this book which is why, I guess, some of us read in the first place.”

In one Person: A Novel by John Irving
I am so excited to read John Irving’s new book, not just because the main character is a bisexual man, but I find his storytelling talents to be one of the best in America. And ok, honestly, who hasn’t jerked off while reading him?
As the author has already pointed out in several interviews, his books -- from _The World According to Garp_, _The Hotel New Hampsire_ and _The Cider House Rules_, to A Son of the Circus_, _A Widow For One Year_ and _Until I Find You_ -- have featured sexual outsiders. Billy Abbott of _In One Person_ is the ultimate sexual outsider: a bisexual man, who literally lives between two worlds, that of the heterosexual women he loves as well as the world of gay men, which he eventually enters (no pun intended) after struggling, as a young boy and teenager, with the stigma of his sexual attraction to men.

Though I've never had the chance, or desire, to experience a lot of the things Billy does, his story -- told in first person, so it reads like a memoir -- is a page-turner. I haven't finished a mainstream novel this quickly in a long time.
Author Irving throws in lots of literary allusions and references (from Shakespeare's "The Tempest" to _Giovanni's Room" by James Baldwin, a renowned, gay writer of the 60s). Accompanying Billy on his journey of self and sexual discovery are a sexually adventurous young woman named Elaine (who tries various sexual couplings herself), an unbalanced (pun intended) fellow wrestler and prep schoolmate, Jacques Kittredge, two gay lovers and friends (one of who is an older man), and three transsexual women, Miss Frost, Donna and Gee (who, like Billy, are sexual outsiders -- perhaps more so than Billy, considering how transsexuals get treated by straight and gay alike). Miss Frost is the most important of this last group. In fact, even though she appears in only about one third of the book, she is as important a character to the novel as is Billy.

Irving's story takes Billy from the 1950s, into the '60s and the Vietnam War, onto the free love era of the 1970s and straight into the AIDS epidemic of the 1980s.
Lots of sex, lots of comical farce (in the plays as well as in the interactions between characters) and lots of pathos, as well (the scenes involving people dying of AIDS are not only well written, they're unnerving).



This Is How: Proven Aid in Overcoming Shyness, Molestation, Fatness, Spinsterhood, Grief, Disease, Lushery, Decrepitude & More. For Young and Old Alike.  Augusten Burroughs


I go back and forth on Burroughs – I love some of his work and others I feel like he is writing to impress a creative writing teacher. And to be honest, I’m never completely sure what to believe is true about the circumstances in his life, But I’m more than willing to give him a shot because if half of what he says is true, I admire his courage to share it. Here is a review I liked.

Damn though, he's kind of cute.

“In writing and in life, Augusten Burroughs has repeatedly summoned the courage to grab the wolves of his past by their foaming muzzles and peer into their wild eyes until he owns them--and because of this, he's survived nearly every horrific experience a person in a modern-day, first-world country could face and emerged as an astonishingly well-adjusted person. After turning his profoundly messed-up early life and its alcoholic aftermath into six harrowing, uplifting memoirs--including Running with Scissors and Dry--Burroughs lost interest in writing about himself. He kept meeting people who were locked in the same struggles he’d overcome and decided they needed to know they had options for fixing their lives. In This Is How, Burroughs delivers prescriptions for handling life's most pernicious problems. Don't let the snake-oil-salesmannish title put you off: this is raw, hard-knock-life advice, veering from brutal to hilarious to deeply compassionate. Burroughs doesn’t really believe in "happiness" or "healing." He’s honest about the limits of recovery, but even those in the depths of despair will be energized by his exhortations to claw their way back to OK, even if it means leaving the life they’ve known in the dust.”

Canada by Richard Ford
I first read Ford’s novels when I was way too young to appreciate the subject matter. It is kind of tough for a 20 or 30 year old to read about a man’s dissolution with his career, marriage, choices in friends etc., And sometimes I struggle with his pacing – like I want to yell “come on Ford, deal already,” but he is a very gifted, mature writer  and for that, I’ll always give him a shot. And I love the premise of this new novel.
"First, I'll tell about the robbery our parents committed. Then about the murders, which happened later."
“Then fifteen-year-old Dell Parsons' parents rob a bank, his sense of normal life is forever altered. In an instant, this private cataclysm drives his life into before and after, a threshold that can never be uncrossed.
His parents' arrest and imprisonment mean a threatening and uncertain future for Dell and his twin sister, Berner. Willful and burning with resentment, Berner flees their home in Montana, abandoning her brother and her life. But Dell is not completely alone. A family friend intervenes, spiriting him across the Canadian border, in hopes of delivering him to a better life. There, afloat on the prairie of Saskatchewan, Dell is taken in by Arthur Remlinger, an enigmatic and charismatic American whose cool reserve masks a dark and violent nature.
Undone by the calamity of his parents' robbery and arrest, Dell struggles under the vast prairie sky to remake himself and define the adults he thought he knew. But his search for grace and peace only moves him nearer to a harrowing and murderous collision with Remlinger, an elemental force of darkness.
A true masterwork of haunting and spectacular vision from one of our greatest writers, Canada is a profound novel of boundaries traversed, innocence lost and reconciled, and the mysterious and consoling bonds of family. Told in spare, elegant prose, both resonant and luminous, it is destined to become a classic. “


I will keep you all posted on my reviews of these books. And as for my friend James – congrats on finishing school your school year and I know you are going to be an incredible lawyer  - but more importantly a deeply beautiful, enriched man.

I know it is tough to be a closeted man living ina  place where your  government casts judgment about who and how you can love.

Know that there are men all over the world who are exactly like you. You are not alone and we admire your bravery and courage to pursue the happiness in life you so richly deserve.
Loki

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Runner's Dilemna





So I am two weeks into my three week doctor's ordered rest period for the nerve damage in my foot and did not follow orders. There was a small 5K this weekend in support of smoe buddies - veterans and their families, so I shaved a week off my mandatory rest and ran.


It was a beautiful run and an absolutely beautiful day to run. The race course was at the beach, so my spirits were sort of soaring. Not only to be outside and near the water, but also because I have not been running and am painfully aware of how it is effecting my state of mind.


I was surprised at how shitty my endurance was -- but it didn't matter -- I WAS RUNNING!


The problem was I could feel the pain in my foot almost immediately. And worse, the understanding that I was doing something foolish, just to be back in an environment I so enjoy -- running, races, hanging with fun people.

Ok, so here is the other thing -- the day was so great and in spite of the pain, I wanted to celebrate connecting with the things I love the most -- so I went to a secluded part of the almost empty beach and jerked this enormous load. I mean I pumped like five or six jets of cum. God it felt great.

So here is the dilemna. I have another 5K this Saturday that I will be at because my charity will be there. Deep in my heart I know I want to run it. help me out guys -- what should I do?