Alive

Zach is alive.  I guess he has to be about 25-years-old now.

Over 4 years ago, I spent almost a whole day with a handsome young man, only to find out he was suicidal.

But the other day, he hit up my faceless profile on Grindr.  He too had a faceless profile, but sent me a photos of himself in his first message.  Still handsome.   I felt so relieved and happy to find out he's still with us.

After what I put him through, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't really want to reconnect with me, so I didn't respond, but I really wanted to, just to say I'm happy to see his face.  I reached out to him a couple of times after the great gonorrhea incident of 2014, but I got radio silence in return.  I didn't know if it was because he had moved on, or because he might have attempted, or even succeeded in taking his own life.  Again.

I have never been so happy or relieved to find out that I was ghosted.

If you want to read how it all went down, start here:
http://onehookupatatime.blogspot.com/2014/05/dude-307-kid.html

Good bye old friend.

It was the fall of 2007, and a friend asked me to help her sell her old Isuzu Tracker.  Could I help her put it on Craigslist?   I had never used Craigslist, but how hard could it be?   It was then that I discovered something that would change the course of my life.  Three little words, and the smallest word was even used twice.  "men seeking men."

And now, it's gone.  I hope not forever.  As sleazy as it was at times, I think it also served a noble purpose.  I would not be in this place had Craigslist personals not existed.  I liked the blank canvas it provided.  It wasn't limited to narrow fields, or 128 characters.  It provided a good outlet and never ending entertainment.  I guess I can't used the words never-ending anymore, can I.......

Ah, the good old days.

US Congress just passed HR 1865, "FOSTA", seeking to subject websites to criminal and civil liability when third parties (users) misuse online personals unlawfully.

Any tool or service can be misused. We can't take such risk without jeopardizing all our other services, so we are regretfully taking craigslist personals offline. Hopefully we can bring them back some day.

To the millions of spouses, partners, and couples who met through craigslist, we wish you every happiness!

I miss blogging. I miss the other dead bloggers too.

Well, dead may be a bit dramatic, but you know what I mean.

When I discovered the blogging community, it was exactly what I needed.  People like me, bearing their soul.  Talking about coming out.  Talking about hooking up.   All new to me.  All very exciting.

Then, I started hooking up.  Then I started blogging.  Then I felt like I wasn't alone. Then I could read a number of blogs, with real people writing them.  Real people reading them. Real people like me.  Now,  all gone.  Well, almost all gone.  There are one or two who occasionally pen a post.   I must say, I'm delighted that Mr. Steed has started posting again, and  I really enjoy the format.  He's opened his closet and released a skeleton or two.  But I digress.

Dang.  What a turn my life has taken!  Now married, half a year.  Still.  Happy.

But.....

I haven't given hooking up.

Hooking up definitely became more infrequent when Amigo entered my life.  For the most part, my sexual needs were met.  But the hook up was more than sex.  It was the thrill.  The hunt.  The chase.  The kill.  I know.  It's an addiction.  But I'm not ready to deal with it yet.

Then, ironically, about the time of our wedding, our sex life took a severe nose dive.  I wish I could elaborate.....it surely would be therapeutic for me,  but I can't.  Sharing my life on my blog is my choice, but sharing Amigos life with you would require his permission, and I'm not going to ask, because I would surely be denied.    I understand.

So, it's hard, wanting to unburden myself, but not being able to.  I'm a shit for hooking up while in a relationship, but trying to maintain a little integrity by not revealing too much about the Amigo.  My sweet husband.



So, yah.  I'm a little drunk.  I'm on my 6th beer, and it's my day off.  I've been wanting to write something for sooooooo long, but finally put my fingers to the keyboard tonight.  Thanks to the beer.

I guess I'm not really going to be able to organize my thoughts tonight to make a coherent post.  Grrrr.  Maybe if I touch on the subjects I WANT to write about, then later, I can explore them in depth.  Sure.  That will do.

I miss blogging.  I miss talking about hookups.  I'm up to 523.
I miss other bloggers, like Buddy Bear, Bi Crossing the Line, Two Lives, Cheating top and a dozen more.
I really like being married.  I love Amigo.  I so enjoy this and hope I don't fuck it up.
I want to talk about being judgmental.  How I thought love and sex were connected, and for me they are not.  Not at all.
I want to hear from all my old blogger buddies.  You know who you are.  I know who you are.
I would really love to share photos and stuff from my life, but that's not practical.

So, I just re-read what I wrote, and it's a bunch of drivel.  Oh well.  I'm going to publish it anyway.

On a more trivial note, I got in a nifty car accident in April.  I plowed into a lady at an intersection a block from my house.  I think I ran the red light, but I really don't know as I was either looking at my phone, or so zoned out that I didn't even see what happened.  I came back to reality when the air bag exploded in my face.  Fortunately, no one was injured seriously, and my insurance company really stepped up to the plate, and covered me and the lady that I hit.  Although not sexy, here are some photos!

Uneventful Update

I still hear from other bloggers and readers occasionally, and a couple times recently I've lamented over the fact that most, if not all of my favorite blogs have become lifeless.  Including mine.

I do understand that blogging it therapeutic to a troubled soul.  Once healed, the need for solace diminishes.

From my perspective, is it worth posting that things are going along fine?    Do people find that interesting?  Perhaps.  There are two or three other bloggers out there that I wish would send out an "All is good, I'm doing fine" signal, but alas, their blogs sit silent at the bottom of my blog feed.

So, how am I doing?  Well, pretty darn good.  I can't complain.  If I do, the Amigo reminds me, "Stop complaining, you have somebody that loves you."

He's right.

The project I was working on ended just before Christmas.  Amigo finish his school semester, and he and I drove to California on Christmas day.  Well, we drove halfway.  After doing battle with my snow blower, and a couple of other domestic issues, we left SLC by car Christmas afternoon.  I'm not sure how smart that was.  We got to St. George Utah, at 8PM on Christmas night, and we were starving.  I did not count on everything being closed.  I guess I've never ventured out to find food on Christmas day before, despite being 54 years old.  Even Burger King and KFC are closed.  I guess it makes sense, but I had just never given it any thought before.

Our Christmas Dinner of 2016 consisted of Gas Station sandwiches.

We arrived in Southern California Monday afternoon, and met my Mom and Sister at my Mom's new house.  She just moved last summer, and is in a state of remodel/construction, and could not put us up.  Sis to the rescue.

We went to dinner at a restaurant, and in the parking lot, before we came in, I told my Mom, that I wanted her to open her present first.  She unwrapped the paper to find a thin tin box.  Inside the box, were a couple dozen photos, of my courthouse wedding ceremony.

"Congratulations!  For Christmas this year, I'm giving you a Son-in-law!"

Mom almost fell over.  He jaw dropped and the color drained from her face.  Yes, she was happy.  Surprised but happy!

The next day, after spending the night at my Sister's house, we ventured to my Dad's house, and delivered that same news.  He and my step mom were also happy, but they didn't go crazy like my Mom did.

We spent 10 days at my sister's small townhouse condo.  Even Mom joined us most of the time, as her contractor wanted her out of the house while the tradespeople did their work.  We did a bunch of touristy stuff, and had a nice time.   We arrived home the 8th of January exactly two weeks later.

Neither of us is working, and Amigo is taking the semester off school.  This means that we have been side by side 24/7 now for about 5 weeks.  It's been good, but one of us needs to get a job......soon!

Amigo and I tried going to a gay bar last weekend.

I invited a friend/coworker over for dinner.  Mexican food, of course.  Amigo asked him where we could go.  We both wanted to try a gay bar, and Amigo wanted to dance.  Actually there is a gay bar in my neighborhood, only a mile or two from my house, so we went there.

My friend had warned us that things don't really get going until late at night, but I am an early person.  I go to bed at 10, usually, and wake at 5:30.  Nonetheless, we ventured out to the bar, arriving about 8:30.  I was not prepared to see the place empty, but it was.  There were two other guys at the bar, and a guy and a girl (?) at a table looking at things on a laptop computer.  The place was dead.

I ordered a liter of beer for me, and a liter of lemonade for the Amigo, and we nursed our drinks for the next hour, and threw in the towel at 9:45.  What a couple of party animals!  Amigo kind of wanted to stay, and he still would like to go back.  I guess he used to frequent the discos back in Mexico in his 30s.  I wish I had the desire to entertain his enthusiasm, but I just don't.  It would be nice if he had a friend here that he could go out with.  Unfortunately, his school is in another county, and that's where all his friends are, and they don't know his secret anyway.

So, that's the long and boring update.  I've been married a month and a half  and life really hasn't changed all that much for me.  I've enjoyed my break and now it's time to get back to work.  I'm not exactly sure when that might be however.

As I write this it's still dark outside.  Dark and snowing like crazy.  Looks like the snowblower and I will do battle again today.

Lost for words

I'm married.  For less than 24 hours.

I'm glad the ceremony is over.   It went well.  Just the county clerk, presiding over the ceremony, my elderly next door neighbor and a friend (both female), there as witnesses and iPhone photographers.

I was doing pretty well, until I looked over and saw tears streaming down my friend's cheeks.  She's a sentimental soul.  I kind of lost it and choked up while trying to read my vows, which were just really a rambling confession of how much more complete my life is with the Amigo in it.

Amigo didn't have anything prepared, but gave me an nice little off-the-cuff speech affirming his affection as well.

We had decided beforehand to give each other a peck and big hug at the ceremony, neither of us is big on Public Displays of Affection, however our iPhone photographers wouldn't have it, insisting on a longer snog so they could capture the moment.  I wish I could share the photos with you.  Amigo and I are in black suits, looking a little like Mormon Missionaries, well, Mormon elder Missionaries.

I feel relief, and I'm content.  Thank you for all of your nice comments on my previous entry.

Happy Holidays.

Jack and Amigo.

Color me surprised

So, I knew I was done with the hookup version of the blog, but I sort of thought I would keep up and check in every so often with details of my "dating" life, if you want to call it that.  It seemed that is was people wanted to hear about anyway, or at least it was/is the garnered the most comments.

So, the Amigo and I are still together.  Things are good relationship wise, but his struggles with school, immigration, and the limited work he can do, has him basically at the end of the road.

So, I had a decision to make.

There's one thing I could do that would allow him to stay, finish school, and start earning some money.

But, did I really want to take that step, or should I say plunge.

No, not really.  I never really saw the point of marriage, and if it were not for this predicament, I wouldn't really even consider it.

But......Here we are.

I want to give details, but then again I don't.  I will say, I had considered it for a long time.  It finally came down to the fact that I still want the Amigo in my life.  I feel like we aren't through yet, I don't know where the journey will end, but for now, I'm enjoying the journey, and I want it to continue, so there was only one option.

Wish me luck everyone.  I think the next time I blog, I will have a "husband."

Those are words I never thought I would speak!

Early Spring in Idaho Falls

Dude 499....I think I'm through with my hookup blog.

I've been thinking of quitting for a while now, and the thrill is kind of gone.  Like all my blogger buddies out there, I think I too will throw in the towel.  Yes, the cumsoaked terry cloth towel that has seen so much action.

I was going to quit at #500, but then there would be pressure to go out with a bang.  Instead, perhaps if I never make it to #500, then I'm not really that big of a slut, right?

And there is something else.

One of the reasons I started blogging, was because it gave me an outlet to share.  A kind of therapy.  A sounding board, so I didn't have to feel so all alone.  Of course there were other components to blogging as well.  I liked the bragging.  It made me feel validated.   But now those reasons have evaporated.  It's now a penance I pay for "cheating" on my Amigo.

This struggle still continues, and I haven't reconciled my desires to hookup with my desires to be faithful.  Perhaps neither side will ever win, and I shall always harbor my own internal cold war.

Nonetheless, it seems that now I have something else to share.  Something I desire to tell, a secret that I want to share, but not with my friends.  Not yet anyway.  Perhaps the blog should be my outlet for this.

But for now,  my last hookup story;
(This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.)

Dude 499.

For no particular reason, I had been checking Grindr all through out the day.  It was my day off, a Monday, and my appointments would take me to several different parts of the city.  This is what I call the "fresh meat" syndrome.  And I chatted it up with several guys, but never put anything together, until I was driving home, and reached out to someone with the name of "Secret Slurper."  He also mentioned something about "Daddy" in his profile, so I felt confident he would suck me off, and I was correct.

It was very straight forward.  He found me parked in my car, and got in the passenger seat.  We drove around for a few minutes until we found a semi secluded parking lot.  I wiggled out my my pants, and exposed my flaccid dick, and he wasted no time in gobbling it up, and I reached climax in about 3 minutes.   He opened the door and spit out my load, and I dropped him back where I found him.

The end.  The boring, boring end.

Dude 498. Raunchy Bathroom Sex

Well, I guess it's time to be honest with myself.  I think the whole hooking up thing is an addiction.  Although the sex is fun, it's the thrill that's driving it.

My latest shenanigans took place in a park, while I was at work with dozens of co-workers nearby, in a bathroom of all places!

I was on a project with a team of people, working in a popular public park.  I turned on Grindr sometime during the day, just to see who might be in the area.  I said "Hi" or "Howdy" to a half dozen young guys, but no one ever responded.

Then, just as we were about to wrap up the project, this 24-year-old cutie hits me up an asks if I want a BJ on the DL.

Of course I do, but it's risky.  Because I'm an idiot, I say yes, and he heads over to the park.  In the meantime, the project winds down, and we're all packing up the gear, and the kid hits me up to say he's here at the park.

So, I tell him where the bathroom is......of course I checked it out earlier in the day, for just such an occasion, and tell him to go there.  Moments later he says he's there, so I tell my co-worker, that I need to go and "drop the kids off at the pool" and I head over to the men's room.

I knocked on the door the pre-designated 4 times, and the kid unlocks the door and lets me in.

He's a cute guy, nicely dressed, and I say hi and unzip and fish out my dick.  The thing is, I'm really nervous and my pecker is just a tiny one inch nub.  It doesn't help that I'm wearing a tool belt, and a walkie talkie,  but the kid does his best and starts sucking my limp little turtle head.

Finally, I start to stiffen, and I take off my tool belt and get to unzip my pants, and pull them down to my knees along with my boxers.  This makes the kid very happy, and he gets more hungry and really goes to town.  Finally, I swell to my full 6" glory.

My nervousness turns into excitement and it's only a minute or two before I tell him that I'm gonna cum.  I think the first squirt went into his mouth, but after that he pulled off and finished me off by hand.  Dang!

When I was done, the kid laughed nervously, and went for the toilet paper, and wiped his mouth.  I asked for a wad, and cleaned myself up too.  I could see the tent in his pants, and asked to see his cock.

Somewhat shyly, he undid his pants, and pulled them down enough for me to get a good look.  I asked if he wanted me to return the favor, and he said...."that's okay, you don't have to."

"I know, but I want to,....." and it was my turn to get on my knees.

He had a nice dick, just a bit bigger than mine.  He had a naturally sparse bush, and he seemed to enjoy the BJ, but after a few minutes, I got nervous about being gone too long, and besides, two different times, someone had rattled the door trying to get in.

I apologized and whispered to him that I had to go.  He understood, and we agreed that I would leave first, and he would lock the door behind me, and leave a few minutes later.  Luckily when I exited, there were no co-workers in sight.

Later, I messaged the kid, and told him I thought the encounter was hot.  He agreed and wanted to do it again, and next time he wanted me to fuck him!

Dude 497, I suck off a hunk

One morning before work, I happened to turn on Grindr,
and this guy asks if I can suck him off quickly, before work.  He's only a mile a way, and I figure I can get dressed, and get out of the house 15 minutes early, suck some "D" then make it to work on time.

He sends his location and I head out the door.

I arrive at his place with only moments to spare, as he says he needs to leave his house at 8:15 so he can make it to work on time as well.

So, we don't waste any time, I come in, and see this handsome athletic guy, in slacks and a dress shirt, and I drop to my knees and drop his slacks.  Nice dick and already hard!  Unfortunately, he's shaved, but it's a beautiful cock, perfectly shaped with a medium sized scotum and testes, also smooth.

I go down on him and start to work my mouth magic.  I grab his hard muscled tree trunk legs and that leads me up to a fantastic firm meaty ass.  Man, what a score.

The nice thing is that I guess my blow job was pretty good, as I had him squirting in my mouth in about 4 minutes!   When he was through, I pulled off and let myself out the door and scurried away to my car.

He hit me back a minute later saying I had a perfect mouth!

Dude 496, Oral Servicer

I have no reason why I keep turning to Grindr.  It hasn't been so productive lately, but dang, the thrill when someone chats me up for sex, is addictive.

So, this dude, spys my profile and asks if I want head.  We exchange a few words, and a pic or two, and he's on his way.

He was more handsome than his pic, and more fit than his stats led me to believe.  All he asked is that I tweak his nipples while he blew me.

And, so I did.  It didn't seem to matter if it was hard or not.  I have little to no experience with nipple play, and mine are no more sensative than my ear lobe, so I'm pretty much in uncharted territory, but damn if he didn't moan and whine while he was sucking my cock.  Like he just couldn't get enough.

I'll skip the details except to say that he thanked me profusely when we were through, and said he'd love to come back again, and service me.  "It's all about you."

Dude 495. My size body, but huge dick!

Once I got home, I had a bit of adjusting to to.  One thing I did was fire up the new app, Planet Romeo.  I'm disappointed to report, it's nothing here.  At least in this town.  I was hoping to maybe see some travelers passing through, but it didn't pan out.

I had a couple days of vacation left, before I had to return to work, so one day, I looked on Adam 4 Adam and a guy hit me up.  His profile said he wanted to have some fun blowing each other.

I thought, "whatl?  why not."

Although his profile said he was 5'8" he was certainly not taller than me, and I'm 5'6".  Not that it was a problem, I like shorter guys like me.  Especially fit ones, like like him.


Once he came inside, I got a bit confused, as he seemed to be all about sucking me off.  And that was all right with me too.  After a bit of that he wanted more, so pretty soon, we were both naked and messing around on the couch.  I guess I underestimated the size of his dick, because when I went to put it in my mouth, it made it's true size known.  Big.

We blew each other several time, and then I told him how I wanted it.  He was to suck me off, and jack his big dick, but not to cum before I did, then, tasting my jizz in his mouth, he would be allowed to finish.

Unfortunately, despite my attempt at being dominate, it didn't really work out.  He did suck me off, but he cummed all over the towel on the floor, before I came, so when it was my turn to shoot, I got a half-hearted hand job-blow job.  Oh well, anticlimactic climax.

Nonetheless, it was fun, and the guy was fit, and hairy and a hot daddy.

In fact, he hit me up a week later, saying he was coming back to town and wanted to get together, but alas......back to work and my real life for awhile.

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Dude 494, Sucking cock in Romania

I have wanted to see Romania for awhile now.  I have a friend who married a Romanian, and she was able to visit there last year.  From what I understand, Romania is a poor country.  One of the poorest in Europe.  I think I became intrigued about Romania, after hearing that the movie "Borat" filmed there.  Unfortunately I really didn't have enough time this year to see much of Romania, and that only rural countryside I saw, was was the flat flat farmland from the train window on my journey from Budapest to a town called Timișoara.   I was only a half day's journey from Transylvania, but going there would have left me no time to look around, so I settled for a day in Timișoara.

Once there, I fired up Grindr, but found few guys in the vicinity.  I also tried Adam 4 Adam, but there was no one nearby using it.  PlanetRomeo to the rescue.

The first night using apps didn't land me anyone, but I did have a few conversations.  And, unlike any other place I've been to, I got hit up by a lot of escorts.  I can't remember the exact number but 4-6 escorts I would say.  I always politely said no.  I'm not judging, in fact the life of an escort sounds exciting, but I have my reasons.

The next morning a guy with a profile name of "Bi_Adventures" hit me up, and said that a morning BJ, could be fun.   Sweet!

His profile was vague, but intriguing,   I didn't ask for a picture, adding a surprise element that I always find thrilling.

At 9:00 AM, we agreed to meet in the little neighborhood park, around the corner from the AirBnB that I was staying in.  He said he had on a red shirt, jeans and was sporting a beard.

I was the only one in the park, and when I spied a handsome young bearded guy walking toward me, I knew it was him.  Score!  We said hi, and made small talk on the short walk back to the little apartment I wa staying in.  He was very good looking, and young looking despite his 31 years.  He was an urban professional, and was able to sneak away from his desk, for some quick head.  He had great English, and claimed he picked it up from watching movies and TV.  I think maybe some gay porn too, as pretty soon he was whispering some things like, "yah, man.  Suck that cock."  ;)

I didn't have much time left that morning.  I had scheduled a walking tour with a guide at 10AM in the city center, so I quickly led my young, fit, handsome new Romanian stud to the bedroom , an while he was still standing I started fumbling with his belt.  Once his pants were down, I went down on his perfect cock, just under 7' hard, thin, and nestled in a a patch of soft brown pubes.  He got hard fast, and participated by rubbing my hair with approval.

After he was fully hard, I nudged him down onto the bed, while I knelt on the floor, and started working on his beautiful and tasty cock in earnest.  He moaned and sighed and said a few appropriate porn phrases.  I sucked some more.

"You've got a great cock" I said, when I pulled off for a minute, to admire him.  "What about yours?" he asked.

I pulled my pants down to my ankles, and let my boner do the talking.  I was hoping he would be interested in taking it into his mouth, but alas all he did was stroke and caress it with his hands.  That was enough to rekindle my hunger, and I went back down on him, like a starving man.

I sucked and savored for another few minutes, and he whispered, "where do you want me to cum?"

"In my mouth."

"OK, let me get close."

He took over jacking his dick.

I get that some guys can't cum from a BJ, but I couldn't help feeling like a bit of a failure.  It didn't really matter, as in less than a minute, he sighed that he was close, so I pulled his reluctant hand from it's task and took over with my mouth, and 30 seconds later he was unloading about seven squirts of cum into my gullet.

I swallowed the first half of the volley, and resumed the suction on his cock, milking him lightly as he tensed and twitched through his orgams.   I didn't pull off until I felt him start deflating.

And although his dick was returning to normal, my boner was rock hard and leaking like crazy.  We both pulled up our pants, and shook hands and thanked each other.  I let him out the front door, then sat down at my laptop computer, and jacked off to relieve the pressure.  In just a minute, maybe two, I was blowing a huge load onto a paper towel, still tasting the remnants of his cum in my own mouth.

I quickly cleaned up, and bolted from the apartment, to make my appointment with the tour guide.


What a nice morning in Romania!

Dude 493 a taste of Asia while traveling in Europe

I'm fortunate enough to have a friend living in Europe.  Since she and her family moved there 5 years ago, I've been able to go every year.

This year, I took a little side trip.  I have always wanted to see Romania, and now was my chance.  But, Romania was a bit far from my friend's house, so my plans to visit there on the train, included an overnight stop in Budapest.

My friends live in a small resort village in Austria.  During my stay with them, I had Grindr running, but the pickins' were slim, and the guys on Grindr seemed to be much more date oriented, not so much hook-up oriented.  I asked one guy, a little closer to my age, if there were other hookup apps that the locals used, and he steered me to Planet Romeo.

I downloaded the app, and sure enough, there were a lot more options, but still no horny twinks in my immediate vicinity, at least that I could connect with.  The likelihood that I could schedule something quick while staying with friends was slim anyway, but it was fun to look, and fantasize.

So, back to the journey;  I only had 12 hours in Budapest.  Wow, what a difference.  Lots of hot, handsome Hungarian guys, as well as other travelers were on Grindr, and I struck up a lot of conversations.  I started chatting with an Asian guy, and it turns out he was staying at a nearby hotel.  He also turned out to be an American, from California, there in Budapest for a conference.

I offered a BJ, he accepted, and I walked to his hotel.

The dude had the body of a teenager, slim yet muscular, smooth and hairless.  I wanted to give a quick blow and go, but he wanted more, so he convinced me to sit and have a quick drink.  We made small talk, about his profession, and about my coming out.  It was pleasant enough, but the clock was ticking, as I was meeting a friend from home later for beers.  (My co-worker just happened to be there working.)

I suggested we move to the couch, in his hotel suite, where I could service him and he asked if we could take it to the bedroom.  I agreed.  We went to the bedroom and he stripped completely, and asked that I do the same.  He was craving body contact, and I did what I could to help him out in our short time.

After much rolling around, groping and hugging, (no kissing) I was able to suck his dick.  After I was satisfied with the dick sucking he eventually made it clear that it was the physical contact and the nipple play that got him more horny than the BJ, so, we somehow made it work.  I groped and tweaked, and he jacked his dick until he said he was close, and then I took over with my mouth, and was able to experience that awesome orgasm, up close and personal.  He came (cummed?) really hard in my mouth, and every muscle in his tiny body turned rock hard.  My tongue gave him a full 60 second orgams, if not longer.

He claimed it was one of the top 5 blow jobs he's ever received.   ;)

Once he had cum, he allowed me to dress, and go.  I feared post orgasm cuddling was in order, but that turned out not to be the case.  I bailed, and walked back to the direction of my Air BnB, near the train station, and grabbed some dinner, and waited for my friend to contact me.

Dude 492. ( or was it a repeat of dude 390? )

I was about to embark on a 3 week vacation and decided to check out Grindr.  There was a 22 year old kid nearby with a profile name of "horny af" so what the hell?

I messaged him and to my surprise, he hit me back.  I offered to come drill him. He said he was at work, and I asked if the boss would mind.  I'm so funny.  Then he surprised me by saying he was down to sneak away.

I found out he was a leasing agent at a nearby 4 story downtown apartment complex.  I would have to come in and pretend to be interested in a unit, leave my ID then he would show me the apartement and suck me of.

Sounds fun.

I found my way to the leasing office, and pretended to be interested in renting.  The kid showed me around, excercise room, pool, common area.  He said he had to make it look legit.  We made small talk in the elevator, and headed to the only unit available, on the 4th floor.  Not a stick of furniture to be seen.  Once inside, we went to the bedroom, and the kid dropped to his knees, and pulled down my pants and boxers, and proceeded to blow me.

It was nice, and the scenerio made it exciting, so it wasn't long before I felt like I could blow, if I wanted, so I pulled my cock from his mouth and pulled him up to a standing position,  I went down on my knees, and his hardening cock was evident though his tight skinny jeans, which I quickly pulled down.  His dick popped out.  A nice suckable dick, about the same size as mine.

I sucked for a bit, until my dick started to go soft, and decided it was my turn again.  We switched positions, and he continued to suck me, while jacking his dick.

"Tell me when you're close" he said.

It didn't take long.  I felt the orgasm coming, and informed the cocksucking twink.  He fisted his dick and I watched him spurt, just as I was cresting and blasting into his mouth.  He sucked me and fisted his own dick expertly as he milked the orgasms from both of us simultaneously.

When it was over, he hobbled into the bathroom where I heard him spit my cum into the sink.  I'm assuming he also washed the gobs of cum from his own hands.

We both pulled up our pants and stuffed our deflating dicks back into our pants.   We made more small talk on the way back to the office, where I then told him I would think about it, but I had a few more places to look at.......as the twink instructed me to say.

I grabbed my ID, and headed back to the car.  Once home, I zipped up the suitcase and readied myself for the trip.

I thought the twink was familiar, and reminded me of a kid I got with a couple years ago.  I tried to compare the photos, and I'm pretty sure it's this guy.

Bless me Father, for I have sinned......

It's been 5 or 6 weeks since my last confession.

I used to write entries in this blog to share my story.  To find camaraderie, and validation.  Truth be told, also to brag a little.

I'm still amazed how in my late 40's, I discovered all of this.

How I went from content single guy, to kid-in-a-candy story hookup king, bolstering my self confidence, until I ended up somehow in a relationship.  Relationship.  Weird.

Yes, the relationship is still there.  Amigo is at home, waiting for me, as I finish up my third week of vacation in Europe.  Unfortunately, Amigo has obligations at home, and could not come.  On a side not, he confessed that he has a phobia about long flights, and said he may never be able to come to Europe with me.....unless we go by boat.  Is that even a thing anymore?

But back to the sinning:  I have sinned.  Three times since my last blog entry.  I always knew I would write about it, but I'm struggling with when.  I'm putting off something I committed to do, yet I don't want to do.   The main reason is that the Amigo reads this blog. At least I think he does.  I know he used to.  I know he has read it in the past.  I'm still not sure he still has the link.

I wish we could talk about it.

Truth be told, we're not great communicators.  At least when it comes to unpleasant things.  I'd like to talk about it, but I'm not very experienced at bringing up difficult and uncomfortable topics.  He doesn't want to either.  I think he'd prefer to NOT know about many uncomfortable things, using the "head in the sand" approach.

And then there is still a bit of a language barrier.  Terms like "head in the sand" wouldn't make sense in Spanish.  In fact, once he asked me what the term "settle down" meant.  As I recall, it was in the context of my blog, and I think I must have mentioned in a previous blog entry that he read, that soon I may have to "settle down."

So, this particular blog entry isn't going to be the retelling of my three latest hookups, outside of my relationship.  It's a precursor, while I try to work up the courage to do it, and it's not going to be easy.  I need to reconcile some internal feelings first.

I'm not Catholic, and the only things I know about confession is what I see in the movies.  I know at the end, there is some penance.

What shall my penance be now?

Dude 490, Car head from Asian kid

"I want to to have your cock out already, and I'll just get in and suck you off."

I'm not sure I will always take directions from an 18 year old kid, whom I've never met, but this time I did, and it worked out perfectly.

I turned on Grinder, early before heading to the gym, and the 18 year old Asian kid who had messaged me a couple times before, hit me up.  He said if I came over, and picked him up, he'd blow me in the car.

He had a pretty informationless profile, and no pic, but had sent me a face pick a week or two earlier.  Today, he also added a couple of cock pics, and I must say, I was thinking it was because he wanted a BJ from me.

When I finished at the gym, I drove the 20 minutes to his neighborhood, and as I got close, he told me to park on a side street, next to his apartment complex.

I did as instructed, even whipping out my dick and fiddling with it in an effort to stiffen it up.  I spied the kid, on the phone, walking around the corner of the building, and he made his way to my car.  If anyone from the complex was watching, I guess they could have seen the whole thing, as were were not really hidden or anything.

The kid opened the door, avoiding eye contact, and without a word started sucking me off.  In fact, almost no words were exchanged, and the scene was so exciting, I got close to cumming in just a couple minutes.

I told him in an almost whisper, that I was about to cum, and he pulled off, and started to jerk me.  I'd rather cum in his mouth, but whatever, it was too late to stop that train, and just before I squirted, he went back down on me and swallowed everything.   I was panting and holding his head in place and trying to keep him from over stimulating me, until, I quit cumming, and really couldn't take it any more and pulled him off my dick.

18-year-old Asian

He sat back in the passenger seat and we made eye contact for the first time.

"Did you cum?" he asked.

I was breathless anyway, but smiled and said, "Yah!"

I could see he had a boner in his red sweat pants, but I was not horny anymore, and even if a nice 18 year old cock was begging to be sucked, I was no longer in the the mood, so I said,  "Sorry man, I have to roll......."

Without another word, he got out of the car and started walking back to the apartment complex.  I noticed he was already on his phone.

I checked Grindr, and he had already "blocked" me, so the conversation was gone, along with the photos, except the one I screen-saved while I was driving over.

Asking if I had cum, and then blocking me, aren't good for the ego, but whatever.  It was just a BJ.

Dude 489, Sucking hottie's cock

Just for fun, I turn on Grindr.  Big surprise, eh?
As I grow older, now in my mid-50's I realize my chances of getting with hot young guys grows slimmer and slimmer, but I'm trying to be a good boy, so it actually works out.

However after lots of looking every once in a while, I do get some "strange."

Friday, this kid chats me up.  We had chatted twice before, but never met up.  His profile clearly states "do not hit me up if you're looking for sex.", yet my profile clearly states, I'm here ONLY for DL ORAL fun, and so I'm confused as to why he would initiate contact.  The only reason to hit me up would be if you wanted head, or cock.  I'm good with either, and sometimes both.

Although he doesn't list his age, when he showed up at my house when I was home for lunch, he must have been about 25.  He was a smaller guy, smaller than me, exceptionally trim, but not muscled, and in preppy dress.  He had a cocky attitude, but was friendly.

I invited him in and he took a seat on the couch.  Although I had the porn cued up on the TV, he said no thank you.  I lowered his pants, and his hard on was evident under his plain white (almost military) boxers, which displayed a few "wet spots."   I love it when a boy is excited enough to pre cum in his pants.

I had barely started my BJ, when he asked if I would prefer to take the action to the bedroom.  "Is that what you want?" I asked.  "Yah."

He gathered his shorts and boxers, and his boner pointed the way upstairs, and we continued.  When I got down to my boxers, he said "leave those on for awhile."

We had a pretty good time rolling around, but I had trouble reading what he wanted.

I just wanted to suck him off but I think he wanted something else.  I'm not exactly sure what though.  I told him I wanted his cum, and he offered to cum on his hard abs, and I could lick it off.  

Meh....

I'd rather feel it in my mouth.  It's not really the taste of cum I'm interested, it's being connected to the young man's orgasm that I wanted.

He did respond to his tiny pink asshole being rubbed, and asked if I had any lube.  I grabbed some and with the aid of my middle finger, he was soon expressing his approval, as I simultaneously sucked his beautiful 7 incher and fingered his small firm butt.

A couple minutes later, and we were both rewarded with a powerful orgasm, and I got a small mouthful of watery cum.  Like I said, I'm really not down for the flavor, and this time I was on the fence about spit or swallow, but just decided to gulp it down, and be done with it.

We very matter-of-factly dressed, and he thanked me and made a little small talk, then out the door he wen't and that was that.

One more notch in the bedpost.

2 Years

It's been 2 years tomorrow, since I first met the "Amigo" for a coffee date.  We met on Adam 4 Adam, and I really didn't expect it to go much beyond coffee.  At that point in my journey, I was well skilled at hooking up, but found it nearly impossible to just have coffee and a conversation with anyone.

I didn't have any plans past coffee, and surely didn't expect to find someone that would eventually move in with me.

Because of my relationship with Amigo, I came out to my family, then a year later to my old friends, and finally, my coworkers.  I guess I'm not in the closet anymore.

It's strange that 2 years can seem like a blink of an eye, and also like forever, all at the same time.

Dude 488, Mutual Oral

***I wrote this a few weeks ago.  I'm just now posting it.


I've been trying to be a good boy.  The Amigo has discovered my blog.
He's not happy about me still getting some on the side.  I feel bad.  I wish I didn't enjoy the anon hookup so much.  When I met him my intentions were to be totally honest and open.   And, I was.  I told him I had been very promiscuous.  I didn't give a number, and he didn't ask.

Then again, most guy probably don't spreadsheet their hookups and keep count like I do.   I wanted to have the Amigo read my blog.  From the beginning.  To understand how I went from middle aged shy-guy to secret champion bedpost nocher.  As we got to know each other, I realized that maybe his English skills weren't sharp enough to grasp all the subtleties and innuendos of my blog, and so I didn't pursue it.

And it didn't really seem to matter, except I really did want him to know about and accept who I was, who I am, and how I got here.  After all, it's through hooking up, and having fun, that I was able to keep an open mind, to allow for new experiences, to pushing my boundaries, and finally to dating, him in particular, and ultimately coming out.

Grrr.  It's frustrating.  I don't want to hurt the Amigo's feelings anymore, but sometime I just can't help myself.  I'm a horny guy and I want sex.  Several times a week.

And so it was yesterday.  Amigo was overwhelmed with responsibilities and school, and finals, and was too busy for sex.  I have time off, and of course that leads me to trouble.

I finally found a guy on Grindr, who invited me over.  We agreed for it to be mutual oral, although I wish it had been just me blowing him or him blowing me.

In this case, he got each other hot and horny, and he ended up cumming and I did not.

Oh well, that the chance I guess one takes.   What happened to all the hotties that just wanted to blow me.  Perhaps, getting older has something to do with it.

Dude 487. Young Latino let me smoke his pole.

Grindr to the rescue again.

Some photoless profile hit me up, just saying "Hey."   I looked at his stats.  18.  Great. 6' Great. 196, perhaps a little doughy but if he's an 18 year old, it's more likely muscle.

I never asked for a face pic.  I didn't/don't really care.

He sent me a pic of his dick.  Nice.

It took some convincing, but he drove the six short miles to my work, and I sucked him off in an empty office.  It was a Friday afternoon, and the place was a ghost town.

I won't go into too many details, but I will say, he was handsome, manly, almost hairless, fit, and really enjoyed the blow job.

Nice size load too!