the Glory Part

For many months, there was no glory hole. Then, one spring night, he entered the empty men’s room and discovered a crudely hewn, half-dollar sized hole, just below and to the left of the toilet paper dispenser in the farthest stall. He quickly examined its construction, and felt gingerly around the bent metal rim. It was, in its own way, crudely attractive. A hole designed for pleasure, and perhaps even a little pain. Rather than sticking around continuing to admire it, he exited the restroom, and returned to his truck, hoping to observe what might happen before he tried it out.

A few cigarettes and a few puffs on a roach later, another car drove in. A single, male driver. That’s good, he thought. The driver parked the car, and walked towards the grim building. He was a decent looking man, probably in his 30’s, Sometimes he could tell if a man was interested by the way he dawdled or looked around on his way in, but not this time. After a healthy minute, he gathered up his courage, and went inside.

A quick glance under the stalls showed a pair of Adidas under the last one. He entered the one next to it, dropped trou, and sat down. From his angle, he couldn’t see much on the other side, except for a hairy thigh. Good so far, he thought. Leaning forward, he adjusted my angle and caught a glimpse of the other man’s crotch, his hand covering his dick.

He watched his own penis start to grow. He sat back, and adjusted himself. A shadow moved on the floor, indicating that the other guy was now leaning forward to look in. He felt the gaze, and moved his hand slightly, to reveal the base of the shaft, while the rest of it grew thicker as it hung between his legs.

The shadow moved back. The man on the other side leaned back, giving him a full view. He could see the shaft, poking out of a healthy, hairy basket. He kept looking, waiting for him to start to stroke. He started dragging his palm down the shaft, revealing a blood-engorged, pink crown on what looked like about a six-inch shaft. After a moment, he stopped stroking, and gripped the head tight.

He had to arrange his dick up from between his legs to keep it from touching the rim of the toilet, so he sat back and gave the other guy an equally revealing view, stroking his dick slowly. The other guy took a long look, and before he sat back, he poked his tongue through the hole twice.

He stood up, quickly checked out the room and leaned against the wall, aiming his dick towards the rough hole. At 6’4”, he had to do a semi-squat to get his dick through. Pressing himself close to the wall, he gripped the handicap bar for support and poked it through. He was rewarded by a warm, wet sensation that went from the mouth on the other side, to his dick.

He kept a firm grip on the handicap bar, lest his dick slip and scrape against the bent metal, while feeling a warm suction on his dick from the other side. He knew enough to keep an ear out for the sound of the door, which would signal the need for a very hasty retreat. Very soon, that familiar ache in his nuts started to make itself known..

After a minute or so more of sucking and stroking, he thought it only fair to give back for a while. He slowly extracted his dick from the hole, and poked his finger through it, to indicate he wanted to suck the other man’s dick.

He sat on the edge of the toilet, and heard him shuffle on the other side. He waited for the other guy to poke his pole through the hole. And when it did it was nice to look at--almost as big as his own with a nice, defined head. He grasped the meat and lowered his mouth on the tip. He took in the head and went to work.

After a few minutes, he pulled back and indicated he wanted me back. He went back to the position and his warm, wet mouth went to work again. Soon he was near that point of no return, that point when his nuts told him there’s no turning back.

He was ready to shoot, and wasn’t sure the other guy was the swallowing type, so he reluctantly extracted his member and let the other guy watch while he finished off in his own hand.

Evidently the other guy was also close, and started to shoot after just a few strokes of his own hand after watching. His cum splattered on the tile floor, a few large splots of white that quickly turned clear.

The deed done, they quickly exited, satisfied for another night. He took another trip back two days later and the hole was gone, replaced by a riveted stainless steel shield on both sides.

Craigslist #2 - Sorry To Tell You

All right, here's a request his wife would surely approve of. And, of course he doesn't want to do any of those gay things like kiss a man. Jesus!

I am seeking a married man to suck on a regular basis - m4m - 44
Reply to: XXXXXXXXXXX
Date: 2007-10-25, 9:59AM EDTI am a clean cut professional married guy who would like to give oral to another married guy on a regular basis (no one time hook ups - no exceptions). Looking to hook up with a man who doesn't suck cock but enjoys receiving oral and does not mind that he is being sucked by another guy. Just looking for something casusal, I am pretty straight and masculine and I am not into kissing or fem stuff nor am I looking for a boyfriend. I am very discreet and require the same from you, I am disease free and need to stay that way so you need to be clean, and you need to know of a place to meet (and it can not be out behind a tree somewhere). I have a family too so times are limited but would like to meet like twice a week to keep you satisfied, but am willing to get together when ever you are horny and need release. I would prefer a cock that is cut. Your age and race are really no big issue, although 30-50 is preferred. I don't need a hard body guy but no one real obese.

On the other hand, he's pretty low maintenance--maybe I should send him a note....

No, not this time.

Veggie Curious

“I want to try to be a vegetarian,” asked my boss. "What do they call that?"

“Veggie curious,” I replied.

Being veggie curious is where it’s at in my household, at least since child #2 decided to be a vegan last winter. Not being a total stranger to a vegetarian diet, more of a veggie-curious guy all along, I’ve been really enjoying cooking when she and her roommate come over.

She’s always amazed how I can toss together a little entrée in about ½ hour and I enjoy teaching her and her roommate about how to cook. Last week’s dinner included:

Stir fry: eggplant, mushrooms, onion, garlic, fresh yellow beans (microwave steamed for 6 min. before), purple bell pepper. Season with McCormick’s savory mix (mainly rosemary), salt and pepper. After veggies are stir fried, add ½ can of Ro-tel tomatoes with chiles.

While I made the stir fry, #2 made falafel from a mix. We never had them before, but they also turned out great. Nice, crispy and tasty—much better than a chicken nugget any day of the week.

Roommate assembled the salad (organic mix) with heirloom tomatoes

Bread (local bakery)

It was mighty tasty.

Having her over, cooking for her—cooking for others always puts a smile on my face.

Journalism 101 for Matt Lauer

All right, I'll admit to having a crush on Matt. Especially after seeing him without his shirt on. Nice abs, Matt. Too bad you spent all that time in the gym instead of in journalism class. Or perhaps with a gay man who could have prepped you for that interview.

First of all. Don't ask whether Larry Craig is gay or not. Of course he does not identify as gay. He's afraid of admitting to himself what he's been hiding for years.

Here's what Matt should have asked:

Have you ever had a sexual encounter with a man?

When was it? Did you ever receive or give oral sex with a man? Did you mutually masturbate with another man? Did you receive or give oral sex? Did you ....well you know where this is going.

With how many men, etc?

It's simple, Matt. Ask the right question.

Who cares if he thinks he's gay or not. He's obviously an idiot, and a liar. He's a Senator, for Chrissakes! If it walks like a duck.

Second big question for Matt to ask:

What do you mean by lifestyle? Cuz if you mean behavior, then you're busted, buddy. Because part of the lifestyle is having sex with other men.

How simple can it get?

F-Buds

Fuck buds

Neither Tom and Jerry, Bugs and Daffy, Lenny and Carl, or any other male couple in popular culture effectively represents the bond between two fuck buddies. Two men who are into each other sexually, respect each other on a social level, and have a good time together.

I’ve had a few fuck buds over the years. There was a succession of them, actually. There were the repeat guys I met at the rest stops and parks. Lots of those guys back then were married, like myself. The ones who were fuck buds were more than quickies. We wouldn’t just have sex, we would talk. Some of these relationships lasted two or three months, some lasted many years. Some were a little twisted, like the guy who drove a Coupe DeVille to the local softball fields and propped his size 12 pumps on the dashboard for those who were interested. It wasn’t his shoes, but his gently graying, well groomed façade, a Midwestern version of Ricardo Montalban, that led me to his car. But I digress.

Eventually, I learned, they all end. And that’s perhaps the roughest part of having one. How do you balance the need for good sex with the need for everything else in life? Good sex often takes the back seat (and not in a good way).

It seems the key to a long term relationship with a bud; however, always hinges on a few key areas.

1. a shared level of sexual intensity
2. some level of common interests
3. able to be honest about the relationship
4. able to respect the importance of keeping other commitments

Hmm, sounds a lot like a bf, minus the dating.

If I Had Come Out

If I had been able to come out to my co-workers last Friday, it would have happened like this:

Me:

Hey, folks, I'm gay.

them:

Chill, no prob, man.

Ok, here's the story. In spite of my mental preparation, our little department never went out for lunch last Friday, which precluded us from having a regular meeting spot that would be conducive for my little revelation.

I'm not really worried about it. When it happens this coming week, I'm sure it will work out fine.

On to other posts.

Outing Myself

I thought that ?? (movie/tv character) was gay.”

“My first boyfriend was gay, I’ve never really understood that.”

“It’s O.K. You can tell us.”

All right, the first two are actual co-workers’ quotes from this week. The third one I made up because I couldn’t remember the one my boss said today. But it was, overall, a week that offered up a variety of opportunities to talk about being gay. Coming out was/is on my mind, and if I had felt that any of those were the right opening line, I may have jumped on it.

I know, those two of you who are reading this, that you might have expected some grand post today. Have patience. The specifics are that our department has a weekly luncheon on Friday, and that’s where I planned to step out. Besides, the office magpie (and I say that in the most Christian way, possible) was home sick today, and I deserve to experience her reaction fully.

So, tomorrow it is. Day late, maybe, but who cares.

I’m sure it will be just fine. For chrissakes, I’m working with two English majors and a Theatre major. As if that’s not gay.