No…I pretty much am married to this. No it’s not Greg, but close. ‘N yeah - I’m in heaven. HOLY CRAP. I bed down w/ this every single night. Guess where my mouth is?!?Tags: Redheads
Mar 09 2014
Oh, Hell to the fucking yes.Sports
Mar 04 2014
Yes - this would be Greg and I. I can’t keep my hands off his Butt.
This makes me horny as Hell.
Shit, if I had a best friend that good looking I would have been out of the “Closet” sooner.
Shit Day-um if the guy on the right doesn’t look like a VERY young Kenny Chesney. All these look-alikes walking around and I’m NOT GETTING LAID?!?Tags: BJ, Cowboys, Jockstraps, Kissing, Outdoors
Life is a sexually transmitted disease…
My fellow Blogger aforementioned above put up this post on Saturday.
Does this face not make you melt? I mean, look at the face and the expression that seems to cross his face.
Now, my parental instincts sort of kick in here. I just want to befriend him and tell him that everything will be alright. Hell, Chef I am, lemme just royally cook him a home-cooked meal and send him on his way. ‘Cause as a Dad, as a foodie and Chef – food can and will calm the soul.
He looks to be in need of comfort.
Which this is a lead-in for today’s blog. The “Dad” instinct. Nothing sexual involved here. I am literally a Dad – three kids; all in their twenties. They have taught me a lot. I started out thinking that I was going to have to teach them. It’s a symbiotic situation. They have taught me more than I gave them with the evil “Dad” talk or look. They have.
Now, as a male (other than my dick being involved) I did not have a CLUE as to what I was getting into. I didn’t. I remember the phone call at work from my Ex-wife. “Congratulations, you are going to be a Daddy.” Low and behold months later I have a newborn baby girl. That as a guy fucked me up – in a good humorist sort of way. Why do they come out of the womb wearing a tiara??
No, no – it’s true. Tiara on her head and immediately assumed the title Princess. From that point on I couldn’t utter an intelligent sentence. I dare say, that the local Carter’s Outlet approached me by my first name as my Am Ex provided them with ample income. Dresses? Child was lucky to have worn any one of them more than once. Two o’clock in the morning I’m running out to get formula because we ran out and hadn’t stocked up. WT? “It’s your Daughter” “Oh I’m on it!” WT? 30 below outside and I’m in the car!!!
It was only after a few months that I REALLY learned that I was well and truly fucked at that point. Not ONLY was I getting that “look” (and every guy knows what I’m talking about – that look from a female) from my Ex-wife, but from my Daughter as well. SHE’S ONE YEARS OLD?!
“What?” This is a stupid position to be in as a male. THEY know what – you don’t. “Oh you dumb fuck you fucked up. No I didn’t – Did I? Fuck – oh hell Fuck – What?!?” “Look, there’s the dog – I didn’t run it over in the driveway.” What?!?!
Yeeaahh. Then. Then as a result of a grudge-fuck with my Ex (oh give it up, she pissed me off) months later I have my first born son. WTF? OK. HE didn’t have that “look” and tiara out of the womb. I just got, “Who are you asshole?” What?!?!
Now my Son is definitely male. Tell him something and he will seek to defy all laws of physics – no, he will. The Y chromosome isn’t all it’s purported to be. TRUST ME – I am a male – I know. So now, not only do I have to live under the scrutiny of the two “Royal” females, I now have a Son – who, who wickedly and convincingly lands me in more trouble than I could ever perpetrate by myself alone. “YOUR SON!!!” [wince] What?!?! “Boy, you and I am going to have a serious talk. Trust me, oh trust me. I’m going to lay my hands on you and it ain’t gonna be in the name of Jesus.”
My youngest son was adopted. He just landed in our lap (close family matter). Ex – again – calls me on the phone, explains the situation and I “yep, NP.”
So. Now not only do we (my Ex and I) have a “Royal” Princess (oh and by this time the Queen is definitely not happy with the “Royal” female subject – a.k.a. the “Princess”) but we have three of them. Of course the boys are “YOUR SONS” at this point – wince. What now!?!?! WT?
“DAD?” “Yes Princess.” “The boys were in my room AGAIN.” [wince] “AND?!?” “DAD?!?!” “What?!?” (You see the pattern here?)
Things evolve. The boys are a little older and by ritual, after dinner, are mandated to take a bath around seven. They were on the young side of things so [wince] they take a bath together. Not a good idea – most of the time it worked – other than most of the bath water being on the floor – not in the tub. (Pissed me off.)
OK. I’m in the Great Room sitting on the couch watching TV, hence comes the Ex flying down the stairs – animated – “You need to go upstairs RIGHT NOW and take care of your BOYS!” (Why are they “my” boys only when the Queen is displeased?)
[wince]. What?!? “They are in the tub poking each other in their pee-pee’s.” I all but fall off the couch, half with laughter over the Queen’s admonition and possible fallout – and yes, the WHAT? factor.
“And?!?!” “What? Do I go up there and castrate them?!?” “They’re B-O-Y-S” “It’s what boys do!” “Well, not in this house!”, is the reply. Not ONLY am I not going to win on this one but I have to go upstairs and reprimand the boys for innocent fun.
(My best Drill- Sergeant’s voice) “YOU TWO, have three minutes to get out of the tub, soak up the floor and get in your jami’s and be pronto in bed. You got that?” “yessir” “WHAT – I DIDN’T Hear you”. “YES SIR!” “Good.” I walk out of the bathroom silently busting a gut.
[sigh] I miss those days….
You just can’t make this shit up…LOL
Tags: Everyday Life
Yes everyone I JUST LOVE Sunday mornings. (No really I do – Sunday paper, coffee, classical music on very low…) Then – I have to – Face the Nation, etc.
Why don’t we see these fuckheads on, say a Tuesday?!? Why Sunday. Did not God speak on such matters!?!? Sunday. Really?!?
Now, this is my VERY unpolitical POV from this week. OK, I get this – but WHY?
Karsie (oh who the hell cares about the spelling) WONT sign on to a US police state after the final US troop withdrawal in Afghanistan at years end. There’s violence in the Ukraine – which, does really – really does anyone know who is running that piece of property? I didn’t think so. Let’s not EVEN go about Putin. Is that just not another Alexander Haig moment - from the Kremlin?!?! I’m in charge, no you’re not you idiot?
Oh Boehner, now here’s a piece of work – met with Obama this week for an hour. Haven’t met in almost 14 months one on one. They had a nice “chat.” Chat? “Oh, how’s the Folgers? Really good thank you Mister President.” A CHAT?!?!? WTF?
And ‘t Beib’s in Atlanta? I’ll pay – who’s gonna shoot. Just sayin’….
Well, that’s the latest from Lake Woebegone. Where the women are strong, the men are handsome, and the children above average.
Anyone who well and truly knows me knows I will just about fuck anything that moves. I’ve wrote about this often enough. I have an extremely high sex drive. I’m not a sex addict. I’m just, well, that’s the way it is with me. I can keep it in my pants when I need to, I am not a sexual stalker/predator.
Lately I’ve emerged from my shrinking-violet shell and have become more expressive on sexual matters with my husband Greg. To an extent, the sexually aggressive side of me is being expressed.
Like I’ve taken to liking my ass getting slapped hard – instant boner. Where this comes from is beyond me. Now I think I’m into the lite leather scene. I’m having the time of my life. Finally.
Now here’s the latest dissention between Greg and I. I want one of these:
“I want to buy a butt plug”
“You what?!?” he says. “Where is that coming from?”
I say, “Well I just didn’t wake up this morning and muse, ‘Hmm, I want a butt plug’, it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a long time and I really want one.”
“No!” says Greg.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I mean no; the only thing up your butt should be my dick,” he says.
Me back, “Uhm but your dick isn’t always around. You have classes remember? And besides riding the light rail or bus with your dick firmly implanted up my hoo-hoo isn’t going to work out all that well – for either one of us. Butt plug – nobody knows but me.”
Greg: “NO no no.”
“Weeellll, I went on EBay and ordered one.”
I say, “No, I was just jacking you around. But I am going to get one.”
“No you will not!!”, he says.
So long story short, I’m getting the tattoo I want more than the butt plug. I win!!!!!
Jesus, you just need to learn how to play them. Ooopppss.
Tags: Everyday Life
Brushing your cock against stubble.Tags: Cocks
What do you say after coming across this? Obviously he is enjoying the hell out of it. Yep. Young, dumb and full of cum. Very nice dick and balls yet it’s his hole I’m after. Damn freaking cute too.
Tags: Butts N Balls
In our home, the kitchen is the hub of our existence. It’s where you will find me, chef that I am. The neighbors know this. Our friends know this. Everybody mills around our kitchen. So whether they eat, come over for culinary instructions, or just plain hang out our kitchen is spot on. As a Dad, as a husband I wouldn’t have it any other way. The kitchen - a well worked kitchen - it’s the heart of a home. Can’t get anymore fuzzier warm feelings than that.
We had a mess of females over last night. I don’t know why it happened that way but it did. The vodka was flowing, Greg got a fucking HOT hair style (one was a hairdresser) and we just camped it up. I’m your basic redneck and after a while of female mouths I start to vibrate. I abhor the term “fag hag.” Yeahhhh, Gay men attract females. Dunno why but we do. Maybe we are considered a non-threat. In our apartment building that Greg and I are the token Gays - well, it’s kinda neat. It also is the bain of our existence.
Hard to walk around in the apartment nude with the door constantly being knocked on. ‘S why our shorts lay on the chair nearest the door.
Dinner tonight is spinach pasta with an al fredo sauce and garlic bread with a simple garden salad. Oh yes, have to make homemade sausage egg and cheese biscuits for the week ahead. My husband the student.
It’s Sunday - time to attack a sleepy husband!
I just want a tender twink butt to play with. Greg are you in???Tags: Everyday Life, Fuck, Indoors
I know I am a redneck good ‘ole boy, bull in the china shop and I am definitely hard to handle at times. I know you just like me for my butt and dick (well, what there is of them anyway.) We’ve been through hell and back yet here we are. And they said it would never last….Phhhht!
Happy Anniversary, handsome.
Tags: Everyday Life
Yeah we’re gonna tear it up
We gonna trash it up
Gonna round it up
Gonna shake it up
Oh, no no no, I will not lie down
Turn this thing around
I will not go quietly
I will not lie down
I will not go quietly
I will not lie down
(Don Henley, I Will Not Go Quietly, Actual Miles: Henley’s Greatest Hits, Geffen Records, November 21, 1995)
Tags: Assplay, Fuck, Group, Hardware, Holes, Jockstraps, Peek-a-boo, piss, suck, Toys
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