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At work today! Yes I work many weekends in my job and I love it! I can also take off whenever I want to so it all balances out. This morning in the fog I walked up our mountain to our waterfall to see the water. The mist was in the forest and the quiet was incredible. It makes you really feel the presence of a higher power to be in a forest in the AM with no one around. No noise. So gorgeous it is hard to put into words. The waterfall is full. The level of the water is amazing. Water is amazing! Pouring down the mountainside. Where does it come from? Out of the earth but where does it come from? I sat there for an hour just watching. The noise was so loud that it blocks out everything else. I then came down the mountain trail and got my morning coffee. This afternoon we will make some hay. Life is good! peace to you all!
 
Today is my day for church or at least this morning is my morning for church. We had a heavy rain for about 10-15 minutes right before church started. Everyone kept talking about rain and more rain and how we have had enough. I love to hear all the talk about weather as if we could do anything about the weather. We can't control it but it is fun to hear all the talk about it. The Gospel reading today was Jesus talking about Faith and Mustard Seeds. Also about how small things can really make a difference in our lives and the lives of those around us. It is often the small things we do that are the most important. So consider that the next time you do something you may think is small for someone else. It may not be small to them. It maybe huge to them. It may save their life in some way you can't even fathom. I like it when I get something to think about my whole week.

When we came out of church the sun was out. I was hoping for a rainbow but could not seen one. Have a blessed day no matter what you do.
 
I have been thinking so much the past few days about the thread on "What is your worst fear about coming out" and the intolerance shown to those of us in the closet by some of the members of the JUB community. I have been trying to see their side and what they are saying but I am having a very hard time grasping their anger towards me and my fellow brothers in the closet. They say they have taken blows for us, they have been spit on for us etc. etc. I just can't accept that and I won't accept that becasue I have not come out that I have hurt them or other gay brothers in some way. My coming out or not coming out is a completley personal decision which is my decision to make not theirs. My life is my life and no one else can really know another persons life. I try to live my life in a respectful way towards all people. In fact I try to "See the face of Jesus/Buddah/Krishna/Mohammed/Confuscious in all that I meet." It is hard to do and probably an impossible task for most people but a worthy goal nevertheless. So all I can say to you who are able to be free and come out to everyone. GREAT! CONGRATULATIONS! ALL THE BEST! I SHOUT it out to all of you. Maybe someday that will happen for me but for now for my own reasons I will remain in my closet. I am not totally unhappy in my closet. This is where I am right now.
peace brothers I love you all.
 
This has been an incredible day! Foggy this AM so we knew it would be beautiful. Then the sun came out and wow it has been breezy and sunny ever since. Just a perfect fall October day. We kicked the hay on two fields before lunch and then raked it into long winding rows after lunch. I love the way the hay looks after raking. These long rows of grass all fluffy and piled up waiting patiently for the hay baler to come along and crunch and smush it all together into either a very large round bale of hay or a small square bale of hay. If it is a round bale they can stay out in the weather but if it is a square bale then you have to get it in the barn or under cover before any moisture hits it or it will rot and mold and get really gross. So you have to have a team of people picking up the bales and loading them on a truck or wagon and then taking them to the barn to be stored and stacked for use this winter to feed cows. All of you are probably tired of all this farm talk but it is the season right now and this is my Blog so well this is what you get. peace to you all.
 
Today is a big day for me. I am meeting my new boss for the very first time. What will he be like? Will he like me and the job I am doing? I have to drive about 2 hours to meet with him so I get to go to the big city!!!! I was up early and took my shower and shaved and in a few moments will get my large cup of coffee in my metal Strabucks travel mug and head up or is it down or is both up and down the mountains to Asheville NC. I am also going to do some research in the library this AM and buy some needed supplies that we can't get in our little town. I will also go to Starbucks to get a fix and I think I may eat in this great restaurant called Early Girl Eatery (but I am not sure I may be to nervous by that time) and visit a terrific bookstore called Malaprops. There is this amazing wig shop near Malaprops with all these funky wigs in the shop window that I like to look at. Not because I want to wear one but I wonder who ever wears them? Then my big meeting around 2 PM. I know I do a good job and on the surface I am not really nervous but one never knows....... Then back home for a community meeting tonight. So I will have a big day. Hope yours is filled with all good things for you and yours. peace to all.
 
Well my journey to the big city went very well. I got my Starbucks fix on Charlotte Street and they were very nice. I did some great research at the public library for our archives. I called a friend on the spur of the moment and we had lunch at an Indian Restaurant over by Books a Million (where of course I had to stop and buy some books!). I did some shopping for some needed suplies and then went to my meeting with my new boss. It went very well and he seems like a nice guy. He is going to come here for a site inspection on Sunday afternoon so that will be good for him to see what we do in person. Our staff is all in a tizzy but they do a terrific job so there will be no problems on that end. All in all a very good day! For those of you who are not tired of my farm experiences we are still cutting hay and baling hay. The weather has been very good and has co-operated with our plans so far. Have a wonder-filled day wherever you are and thanks for reading my bolg and for your comments. I appreciate you all. peace
 
Tomorrow I leave for Raleigh NC on an all day adventure trek for family matters. All day in my truck with the music cranked is OK but not exactly my idea of a grand day. But it is not bad to cruise along the interstate with your music blasting, stopping when you need to, singing to yourself at the top of your lungs if you wish and stopping for barbecue along the way. Oh yeah that is heaven. I love barbecue. I don't have enough time here in this blog to describe how I really feel about barbecue but sufice to say I LOVE IT! I am actually a Certified Memphis in May Barbecue Judge and I have a certificate and a pin to prove it. I had to go to school and everything. Western North Carolina where I live does not know shit about barbecue but it is beautiful so you can't have everything. Barbecue is an art which many do but few have mastered. I have a book that I take along with me that lists all the barbecue joints in NC which I am trying to stop at as I travel around this great state of ours. More about barbecue in later blog. So anyway hope your day tomorrow is a good one. I will be back on Friday sometime as it is a short trip there and back again. peace to you all
 
It was a good trip to Raleigh. Dense fog to start out the trip at 6 AM and a whole day driving but the weather was nice, the tunes were great and well it was a good day. As the sun came through the fog it was spectacular. A real show! Got home very late in the dark around 11 PM. The sunset driving home was also amazing. That is late for me! Got to eat some good barbecue at Coopers in downtown Raleigh. Stopped at the Starbucks in Winston Salem and got my Skim Milk Misto with 3 raw sugars! While at Starbucks I also bought the Ray Charles CD entitled Genius Loves Company. It is great. Lots of terrific people singing with Ray. Wille Nelson, James Taylor, Bonnie Raitt, Van Morrison, Natalie Cole, Elton John, Norah Jones among others.

I also listened to Maria Muldaur - 30 years of I'm a Woman, The Waifs - Sink or Swim, Steve Earle - Jerusalem, J.J. Cale - To Tulsa and Back, Kate Campbell - Twang on a Wire, Catie Curtis - Dreaming in Romance Languages, Van Morrison - Wavelength, Harry Connick Jr. - "25", and Dave Carter and Tracey Grammer - Drum Hat Buddha.

On the way home stopped in Winston Salem at this Indian Restaurant called Nawab off Strattford Road. It was quite good and the people running it were very helpful.

So now it is a fresh new day and I am ready for it. Still making the remainder of our hay. Trying to figure out how to get across one creek where the ford was washed out to get to the hayfields on the other side. I think a neighbor with a backhoe is coming this afternoon to help make a new ford a bit further up the creek. I love the smell of fresh cut hay drying in the sun. It is so fresh and clean and magical somehow. Then of course when the bales are made they get heavy. Between 40-50 pounds each. You can set the baler to make them whatever size you want within reason but we find that to be a good size.

So peace to all of you and yours on this fine October day!
 
Another great day! Perfect weather here in our little part of the world. More hay making today. More smells of hay being kicked and raked and then baled after lying in the breezy sunshine all day long. Now the day is closing at least the work day is coming to a close and the temperatures are dropping fast. It has been in the lower 40's this past week at night. Great for sleeping under the goosedown quilt! Goosedown is so incredible to sleep under. You are always warm and your own body heat radiates enough heat so the temperature is great! I think my goosedown comforter maybe my favorite possession. Of course I sleep naked and love to squeeze my balls and dick and scratch my fingers through my pubic hair untill I get a raging hard on and then well you know what happens next! My fantasy world has improved so much since I discoverd JUB. I never had any problems with fantasy but the range of the men I imagine has grown. And in fact my ejaculations are so incredible now that I am amazed at how they have changed over the past few months. They are much stronger in intensity and the amount of sperm is double or triple what I used to produce.

I leave the sliding glass door from my bedroom to my deck open at night so it gets realy cool in the house. My dog loves to lay in the doorway with his nose up against the screen.

So I will head home in a little while and get some dinner and see what movie I will watch tonight and then read in my book and then have a fantasy dream and jack off. A great day! Hope yours was good as well.
 
What a combo for today.
Deer watching - I can sit in my easy chair leather recliner that looks out one of my sliding glass doors over our beautiful valley and see the deer in the evening dusk twilight come down out of the woods and cross the field to get water in the creek. The other evening there were about 5-7 of them and they are always on alert to see if there is a hunter or a human or a dog around. They will stand so still with their little white tails flicking back and forth. They can blend so well into the color of the grass and except for their tails you might never even know they were there. This young fawn comes bounding out of the woods. Must have been a 1 year old cause it had lost its spots and it runs over to its mother and starts to nurse. It is really pulling at her titty banging away and sucking that milk out and she does not really like it but hey she is the mom and has no choice in the matter I guess. Then finally after awhile she gets tired of it and kicks the baby away and starts down the hill. I love to watch them.

OK now on to the molasses. One of the things we do here where I live and work is try to make molasses each year. It used to be that honey and molasses were the only sweetner that the montain people had available to them. They could not afford white sugar except for very speacial occasions. You grow the sorghum cane all summer. It looks like a stalk of corn without the ears. Very tall sometimes reaching 12 feet tall with this big seed pod on the very tippy top. You have to weed it all summer and then its gets very tall as I said. This can be a bad thing though as it has no stability to its stalk so if you get a very high wind the whole crop can be flatened in a matter of minutes and once it lays down the sugar in the stalk can and very often does ferment and spoils. So lets say it is a good season and it is growing well. Right before the first frost you have to go through the cane batch and pull off all the leaves. This makes the sugar go to the stalk and makes the cane sweeter. You let that stand in the field for a week or so and then you cut the stalks and take them to the cane mill. You only want to cut what you can make in a day otherwise it will ferment. You run the stalks through a big press which squeezes all the juice out. Now we try to follow all the old timey ways but we do use a gasoline driven motor on our press because the mules went on strike a few years back. They said they got dizzy walking around in cirlces and they were just not going to do that anymore.

....to be continued later today
 
...So we put each stalk of cane through the press and squeez out the juice. At this stage it is very light green and sort of nasty. It is strained through a burlap bag into a big wash tub with a hole in the bottom. A hose is connected to the hole and goes downhill to another can where it is strained again through painters cheesecloth. As the stalks come through the mill they pile up and you have to pitchfork them onto another pile. They are dry and very sticky. The bees come out in droves to taste the sweet nectar. So anyway you have strained it twice and then you strain it again into a 40 gallon trash can. Once that is full you fill another one and then another one with juice. The juice is very nasty at this point. Apparently bears love it and the old timers would put it out in the woods to attract bears so they could shoot one for the winter food. Now you have this long rectangular cooker thing that is lined with copper so the molasses don't stick while they are cooking. You always speak of molasses in the plural. It is "they" and "chase them around your plate" etc. The sides of the cooker are made of wood. It fits over the fire box which is open underneath to the fire which you start. You fill the cooker with the juice. Ours holds about 110 gallons of the juice. You then bring the fire up and start the cooking process which can take anywhere from 5-8 hours. You don't want it to be too hot or you can scortch the molasses which will ruin the whole batch. You bring the juice to a rolling boil and the steam just pours off the cooker. You constantly stir the juice as it cooks and strain it through what looks like a square shovel made form copper with holes in it. You use this tool to skim the scum off the top of the juice as it cooks. The scum is green and very nasty and the bears also love this stuff although no human does. So you sit or stand on either side of the cooker and strain starin strain the scum off the top. All the while the steam is just rolling off the cooker and if you are the person straining you are sitting in the steam. It is cool and looks way cool as well. The juice cooks and cooks and cooks. You talk with each other and tell jokes. Some chew tobacco and some go off to the woods to smoke some reefer and some drink some moonshine. People come and they go. I liken it to a country play with the molasses master as the director. No one has any formal parts but they all play a part and know what to do. Kids are running around. Women come and go and men come and go to see how the prcess is going. Enter stage left, exit stage right, enter stage right, exit stage left. They all joke and laugh with each other and catch up on whats going on with each other. Finally the color of the juice starts to change from green to golden brown. The bubbles as it boils start to get bigger and bigger. When they reach the size of fish eyes and start to talk then the master molasses maker really pays attention and watches and watches. The bubbles really do start to talk. He finally says OK lets take her off. You slide the cooker off the fire and then you dip the molasses out of the cooker and pour it through a ham sack into a big metal conatiner where it will sit overnight. When the cooker is empty you probably get about 10 gallons of molaaases from the 110 gallons of juice you started with. At the bottom of the cooker there is a thick layer of taffy which is very thick sugary molasses sort of like a Sugar Daddy candy bar. Kids come running with little wooden sticks they have carved or their dads have carved and start to run the sticks across the bottom of the cooker to get at the taffy. This is where the term taffy pull came from and it was a time in mountain life when a boy could sneak a kiss from his girl without the parents saying anything as they each took one side of the taffy and ate towards the middle. You then let the molasses sit over night and the foam will rise to the top. The next day you scrape the foam off. Some people really like the foam although I don't. The molasses is then put in jars for the winter. It can keep a few years in a dark cool place. So that is the process. It takes a long time and there are so many places along the way where you can screw it up and then in the old times you would not have any sweetner for the entire winter. That would be very bad for your family.

So know you know more than you probably wanted to know about molasses making. This year our entire crop was wasted by Hurricane Frances and then Ivan. We were looking at the best crop we have had in 15 years and wow it was all gone within two weeks. It is now laying on the ground fermented and worthless. Luck for us we don't have to have it for our winter supple of sweetner.
peace to you and yours
 
Well here it is Sunday again and it seems as if another week has just flown by. Today is the day I give my new boss a site inspection of our property and what we do here. He has never seen the place or met the other employees so hopefully everything will go off without a hitch. One tries to be prepared for anything that might happen but of course the one thing you haven't prepared for might or will happen so in a sense why prepare at all? LOL!

Todays Gospel lesson was about the 10 lepers who were cured by Jesus but only one noticed he was cured and turned around and thanked Jesus. The lesson was about thanking those around us whenever we have the chance and paying attention to our lives so we know when changes are occuring so we can thank our friends and sometimes even our worst enemies for helping us with a problem in our lives.

So thanks to all of you in JUB land for helping me in my ongoing quest to become all that I am meant to be. To try and see the face of Jesus/Buddah/Khrisna/Mohammed in all I meet and to try and treat everyone with respect with dignity and with justice.
 
It went really well. My boss seemed to like everything about this place. Of course he caught the magic that we have here. He liked the employees but what is not to like about them as they are a terrific group of people. He liked the physical plant and the grounds and the buildings and on and on. He asked good questions and I gave great answers!!!!LOL He asked how it was that we were making money and I said because I am a terrifc manager. How about that for some modesty! But damn it is true. It is one thing that I can really do well besides masturbation which I have mastered quite well thank you very much. After being in a corporate bottom line smuck kind of job for so long I learned what to do to make a difference and I do it. It is so simple. Want to hear what it is????? Come on really do you want to hear.....Treat your employees with respect, have your guests treat your employees with respect, treat your guests with respect but don't allow them to treat you like a servant becasue that is not what we are and have fun while you work and I only have one rule and that is to do what is right.

OK I am not exhausted and need to finish up a few things before heading home. Hope your day was as good as mine was and peace to you and yours.
 
I just got back from lunch. We had barbecue, sweet potatoe fries, homemade cole slaw, sweet tea and I skipped desert! What a good boy I am. I am full now and feeling very good about the rest of the day. I had errands to do in town all morning long. I don't usually mind a few errands but when they get to be about 6-8 then about the 3rd one I start to get antsy. I was at the drug store picking up a prescription and there was a long line about 6-8 people in front of me. About two people in front of me was this very cute guy and as I had nothing else to do while standing in line I mentally undressed him and did wonderful things to him. LOL. he looked to be about 18-20 years old and was probably a college student. He was about 6 feet tall and had this longish dirty blond brown hair that fell down over his face and eyes. He was constantly flipping his head to flip his hair out of his face and eyes. Whats up with that? I would cut my hair rather than constantly have to flip my face at complete strangers. He had nice deep brown eyes with very long sexy eyelashes and a very nice smile with lots of white teeth. We never really made any eye contact and I never heard him speak and he was in a hurry but he was pretty gorgeous. He was wearing a polo type shirt so I could not see much of his body and shorts but I could see an absolutley gorgeous set of legs with this fine browish hair all over them. Nicely defined calf muscles and running shoes with running shoes. He was in shape but not overly in shape if you know what I mean. An all American boy. The complete package was really very nice. I never got a good shot of his crotch or a bulge but I could imagine what was under his shorts and boxers. Nice way to pass the time of day. I won't bore you with all the details of what I did to him but sufice to say he really enjoyed it and begged for more! LOL. peace to all of you!
 
Tuesday is here. Yes I think it is Tuesday. Gosh I had to go to the calendar to make sure today was Tuesday. Lots of fog here in the valley this AM. Usually means a good day but they say rain is coming tonight. Hope they are wrong. How about being a weather person? You can be right or you can be wrong and no one really blames you. What kind of job is that anyway? I know you are all so tired of hay stories but we are almost finished making hay for this year. Only one more field to cut and rake and kick and rake and bale and store in the barn or sell as the case may be.

Disclaimer. This is a story. A fantasy. All characters except myself are made up and everyone depicted in the story is of leagl age and is a consenting adult.

If you want to see what my imaginary guy/god looks like see this thread "cute Freshmen Magazine Models" post #6 by gorilla66. It is Yves Carradine a Bel Ami Model.(This thread is no longer available)


Yesterday I was walking behind the baler and just smelling the smell of the hay made me amost delerious. I went into a fantasy of picking up hay bales with a real cute very straight mountain guy. His muscles were bulging out of his very tight t-shirt. His pants were tight and showed off a considerable package. He was sweating as he lifted bale after bale of hay onto the wagon. His smile was contagious as he accepted a cool drink of water from me at one point. We followed the wagon to the barn and he stood in the loft as I threw bales up to him one by one. It was hot in the loft so he took off his t-shirt and I was overcome to see an incredible body. He had an 8 pack abs, nipples that were half hard with work and excitment and dripping with sweat. He obviously was very athletic and probably worked out to have body like his. Sweat was pouring down his pecs and abs and running down his belly towrds his crotch. Some of it collected in his deep belly button and I wanted to take a deep drink of that sewthy water and here him moan my name as my tongue felt into the recesses of that hole. A treasure trail that begged to be kissed and followed to the what was waiting for me at the end under his levis and tighty whities or boxers or whatever he was wearing underneath.

Lord I was in heaven throwing those bales up to him and getting to see him from this angle of me down below and he up above. He looked like an angle in heaven. He smiled his big broad white tooth smile and talked about his girlfriend and getting a beer after work and how he felt so damn good. His hair was short and his eyes were blue and he had a dimple on the right side of his smile. The hair under his arms was sweaty and so brown and I just wanted to bury my face in his pits and lick the sweat out and just smell the rich deep smell of this man. Little bits of hay fluff stuck to his skin here and there.

The other guy driving the tractor had to leave so he said goodbye and drove off in his truck. I for one was glad to see him go and my god in the loft seemed OK with it as well. We kept working and at one point I handed him a bottle of water. His sweat dripped off his body onto my face as I looked up to him. I didn't want to be obvious but I licked it off my lips and it tasted like a fine wine. I could taste his young maleness on my tongue and it just made me hotter and harder. My juices were flowing and my dick felt so hard it might explode. My cock was pulsing in beat to my heart which was beating so fast it could have been keeping time with an African Drum Master. If this kep up at my age I could have a heart attack or it could explode right out of my chest. LOL Damn I was hard as a rock and dripping precum in my boxer briefs. It felt good. Occasionally he would wipe the sweat off his forehead with his arms. He had streaks of dirt and dust across his hard chest.

Finally we came to end of the pile of bales and they were all stacked in the barn for winter. He looked at me with those blue eyes and reached down his arm and said come on up here and look at all the work we have done. I reached up and took his sweaty veined hand in mine and he pulled me effortlessly up into the loft. We looked around at all the hay stacked in neat rows reaching up to the ceiling. He said looks good man thanks for all your hard work. Hope I didn't push you to hard for a guy your age. He was laughing while he said this and his laugh was like music to my ears. To hear this god come down to earth laugh was so incredibly sensual. The electricity I felt from his touch when he grabbed my hand with his strong masculine grip could have lit up a small midwestern town and certainly had lit up my sexual desires for this man/god from the country. We walked over to the barn door that looked out over the valley and he again said thanks for helping out today. I said no problem. He then said I have to take a leak after drinking all that water. I almost fell out of the door when he then said why don't you join me? He zipped down his zipper and the sound crashed into my ears like waves at the ocean as I looked down and watched his veined and muscled hands reach into the hole in his blue jeans and pull out the most incredible dick I have ever imagined existed. He sort of arched his body and started peeing a strong steady stream of piss exiting from the head of that gorgeous penis. The look on his face as he peed was beautiful. He obviously felt relief and it must have felt really good to let his bladder empty into the air and onto the ground below us. I could see him watching me watch him so I reached down and unzipped my pants and tried to get my hard dick out of my pants. LOL What would he think when he saw that I was hard. Would he laugh at me? Would he be mad? What would happen? Why the hell would I embarass myself by pulling out my cock? After struggling with my dick I finally pulled my hard penis out of my boxer briefs and it stood there in the late afternoon sun sticking out for all to see. No one besides myself had ever seen my hard dick before. I was dying inside. Why the hell did I pull it out? What was I thinking? Jesus I am so stupid! I felt faint but I also felt as free as I had ever felt in my life. Here I was holding my hard dick in front of a young god and he was looking and what was this he was smiling and it was not a smile of laughter. I looked over at him and he was stroking his dick and pulling on it and it was getting hard with his touch. It was growing and I was watching and he didn't mind. Lord he didn't mind. His dick was like a guy getting out of bed in the morning and stretching and stretching and soon it was hard as a rock stood out about 7 inches to my 6 inches. He stood there stroking himself but he was looking at my dick while he touched his dick. He had a very smooth shaft with gorgeous blue veins running up and down the shaft and a few bunches of blond brown pubic hairs sticking out along side his dick from the hole in his pants. The head of his dick seemed very large but not overly large and the piss slit was gorgeous. The tip seeemd shiny and I thought I could detect some precum.

Then he broke the silence by saying do you want to touch my cock? He actually said do you want to touch my COCK to me. I could not believe what I was hearing. This young guy/man/god was asking me this older/overweight guy to touch his COCK! DAMN YES I WANTED TO TOUCH HIS COCK! WAS HE CRAZY? I nodded yes and I reached my hand over and felt the heat and the power and the strength of his dick in my hands. The object of so many fantasies of mine over the years was now in my hand. I had wanted to feel another mans cock for as long as I could remember. Tears formed in my eyes. Jesus what a sap I thought. Don't start balling like a baby or you will scare him off. What was I supposed to do? How could I know what to do? I had never held a guys dick before. Would he laugh at my feeble attempts to satisfy him? Before I knew what was happening he reached over and started to stroke my dick as well. He said matter of factly but in a quiet voice I always wondered what another guys hard on felt like. I watch all the guys in gym class and after soccer and swimming practice but well you just can't come out and ask them to let you touch their dicks. They would think I was queer or something and I am not queer. He didn't say this in a mean way just in his young naive matter of fact way. I asked him what he thought about my dick and he said it is pretty cool touching another guy. Its hard and soft at the same time but its also hot and pulsing as well.

His hands were caloused and felt so damn good as they stroked up and down on my shaft. I was leaking precum and at one point he flicked his thumb over the tip of my penis and I tought I was being electrocuted. The pleasure and the pain and the feelings I felt were stronger than I had ever felt before. This boy/man knew what he was doing. He obviously knew how to masturbate and the way he touched my dick make me think he really liked touching his and he was obviously enjoying touching mine. Here was a kid who wanted to explore his sexual needs but until this time he was not allowed and he had hooked up with me a guy who wanted to explore his sexual needs but never had as well. How perfect it seemed!

What was going through his mind? What was he thinking as he slowly explored my hard cock with his hand? We both stood there slowly stroking and massaging each others cocks in the barn loft. I was so afraid I would cum but for some strange reason I didn't. I wasn't even close. In a very bold stroke for me I reached over with my other hand and just lightly touched one of his nipples just teasing it to hardness. He gave a slight gasp but did not give any indication that he wanted me to stop. His breath grew stronger and his breathing increased and he was obvioulsy enjoying what I was doing to his nipple and pecs as I ran my hand over his chest and abs and then back to his hardening nipples. In a raspy voice probably caused by my nipple and dick play he told me his girlfriend was great but that she wouldn't ever touch his dick or give him head. Her preacher had told her that it was dirty and evil and that a man should never ask his wife/girlfriend to touch his penis. The preacher told her she would burn in hell if she ever put a mans penis in her mouth. He told her she would die a horrible death if she ever tasted a mans cum. He said it was the poison of the devil. My boy/man said oh she likes it when I fuck her and stick my dick in her cunt but she won't touch my cock. Go figure that one out. We aren't married and shouldn't be fucking at all but she won't even touch my cock cause her preacher told her not to! He sort of laughed when he said that. He said he just wanted to know what it felt like. I told him I would be glad to suck his cock and masturbate him if he wanted me to. LOL I told him I would be honored to suck on his cock and kiss his balls. He said he wanted me to do that but that he also wanted to suck my cock and play with it as well so he knew what it was like. I was dancing inside. I was as happy as I had ever been in my life. I had dreamed about this day for what seemed like forever and now it was here facing me in the face. The object of all my desires was in my hand and here I was in a barn loft with my dream guy playing with his cock in one hand and his hard nipples in the other and having him say it was OK to give him a blow job and what was even more incredible was that he was going to give me head as well!! Oh my God! Could this finally be true? My prayers had finally been answered.

I can't believe I wrote this down. It is all fantasy. Does anyone want to hear more? Is it shit? Does it make you feel as good as it does me to write it? I am hot and horny as hell. My dick is leaking. Shit this is the first time I have ever tried to put one of my fantasies into words. Does anyone want me to finish the story?

I have to go back to work now. Let me know what you think.
peace to you and yours
 
Wednesday is here. It rained last night. Not to hard. What we don't need is more rain but as the Rolling Stones say "You Can't Always get What you Want!" I think I want that song played at my funeral. LOL. Lots to do today so I best be off.

I saw Friday Night Lights last night and I would recommend this movie. You can see my review in the "Movies You Like" thread.
 
Well we had rain to start the day and then some sun and now more rain to end the day. What we don't need is more rain at this time.

I do look at my rep points everyday and I don't live or die by the points but it does sort of bug me when I get neg rep for two posts I made that are not weird posts or anything. One post said that I liked Sammy Case photos so I got an unsigned neg rep that said "Sammy Suks" and I got another neg rep for asking for some more photos of an uncut guy and making the comment that I thought circumcision was barbaric. Whats up with that??? Both were unsigned. I guess it would not bother me if the posts I made were at all negative or inflamatory or whatever but to get neg rep for those posts seems a bit harsh. Oh well. Not to worry!

I was somewhat dissapointed to not have any comments on my bolg fantasy story from yesterday.

Peace out for the day!
 
Last night when I went home I got the mail and looked through the crap I get in my mailbox everyday. Most of it was junk mail so it went into the trash. I then went into the bedroom and changed my clothes into sweats like I always do in the afternoon. I then went over to my easy chair which looks out over the valley and pulled down my sweats and had a great jerk off session visualizing some of the great guys I had seen on JUB yesterday. It felt good to just sit there and release all the built up pressure from the day. Cumming is such an amazing feeling. So hard to put into words but we all know how great it feels! Then I just lay in the chair for awhile looking out the sliding glass door which overlooks our deck and valley and saw 2 foxes coming through the field. I knew we had a fox den on the hill under the large catalpa tree but you hardly ever actually see the foxes. Perhaps once or twice a year. They are so cool. Long bushy red brown tails. Stop look around forward stop look around forward and then they were gone. How beautiful they were. I then got up out of the chair while pulling up my sweats and turned on the oven to bake 4 batches of my famous Uncle Tom's Butterscotch brownies for a church fair this weekend. They smell so good while baking and taste even better it is hard to resist. All the money goes to charity so I did resist. Well I did have one or maybe two! LOL I will do 4 more batches tonight.

peace to all of you on this new day!
 
This is a bit more in my fantasy story. A few words before I proceed. I am an older overweight man who would like to have a sexual experience with a man. I have never done this so all that I know is what I have seen or read in other porn stories and in porn movies and in JUB. This fantasy that I have written is about having a sexual encounter with a young straight guy who is 18 years old. I know it will never happen and I know that it is impossible in the real world but this is a fantasy and it is my blog so what the hell I am going to write what I would like to happen if this was not a real world.

I am also not going to make myself in better shape than I am or have a bigger dick than I do so it will be written from my perspective about me. That will be a first from what stories I have found out on the net. I also may get some details wrong as I have never actually seen or touched another cock except for my own. If I get it wrong please forgive my naivete and in a gentle way send me a message and correct me please. I do want to know what is correct. So here goes.

You can see my imaginary friend in the thread "cute Freshmen Magazine Models" post 36 by gorilla66. It is Yves Carradine a Bel Ami Model. (This thread no longer exists after the exodus of all the great photos from JUB!)

Chapter 2
...Would my dreams and my prayers be answered in the next few minutes? Would I finally have sex with another guy and not just any other guy but a young/god/man come down to earth to teach me what love is all about? I hoped so. I was running my hands across his chest and across his nipples. He was breathing hard and his abs were moving and rippling as he experienced another mans loving touch on his hard body. He gasped and said my name is Carl. For some reason this was very funny to me that he would choose this time to tell me what his name was. I almost laughed out loud but restrained myself. I told him my name was Tom and that he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. The look on his face as I ran my fingers lightly over his pecs and nipples was truly angelic. He was most definitly enjoying what I was doing to him.

At that point he stepped back from me and I looked at his rippling body in the afternoon light which streamed through the open doorway of the hayloft. His skin was tanned a golden brown from days working in the sun or lying by the pool. He had beautiful well defined muscles. Large veins coursed with his blood across his large muscles and down his arm across his large hands. He smiled at me and turned and said don't go anywhere I'll be right back. With that he bounded down the ladder from the loft and ran out the bottom door.

My god what did I do! My mind screamed at me. What did you do Tom??? You chased him off! You dumb fuck!!! You lost the boy/god and now you are left standing in the hayloft with your dick dripping cum hanging out of your pants. I felt lost and alone. I felt like dropping to my knees and bursting into tears. I thought my heart would stop and I would die at that instant. I heard a truck door open and slam shut. What was going on? Was he leaving? I did not hear the truck engine start. Would he tell everyone in the valley about me touching his cock and ruin my life? Would he come back and shoot me for touching his cock? He said he liked it and he said he wanted to suck my cock. What was that all about? For God's sake he told me his name was Carl! I took a moment to stuff my dripping cock back into my pants and pull up my zipper. I was breathing so hard I thought I might have a heart attack. Damn what had I done to scare him off????

Then I saw him running in the door to the barn carrying something in his hand. His dick was now half hard still poking out of the zipper hole in his jeans and it was flopping side to side as he ran across the barn floor. It was so beautiful as it went from side to side hitting one side of his jeans and then the other. I was mesmorized watching him. I could see the viens as they traveled up each side of his cock and the head was still shinny and wet with precum. What was he doing? Why had he run to his truck? He climbed up the loft ladder and I saw his muscled and veined hands grip the top rung of the ladder as he lifted his body effortlessly back into the hay loft.

He was smiling a huge smile and he was carrying a blanket! It was a blanket. Oh my God it was just a blanket! He looked at me as he crossed the loft and turned from me as he shook out the blanket on the hay. I keep this blanket in my truck for my girlfriend and me when we go out into the woods to fuck. I never know when she will let me have some sex so I have to be ready all the time. He leaned over the blanket with his knee touching the floor as he straigtened the blanket out over the hay. What a bed that would make. It was a tartan pattern with reds and greens and blues. It was the most beautiful blanket I had ever seen and looked very comfortable lying on the bed of hay. You don't mind have sex on a blanket that I use for my girlfriend do you? No not at all I stammered.

He got up off his knee and turned to look at me. His face looked sad and shocked as he crossed to where he had left me standing in the hay loft door. What's wrong he said as he reached his hand up to my face. I had not realized that I had been crying and he was trying to wipe my tears off my face with his fingers. As his calloused fingers touched my face and wiped my tears I said I thought you were mad and were leaving. He broke into this huge smile with dimples on each side and his eyes were dancing as he said no way man I always finish what I start. His fingers as they touched my face left electric shocks all along their wake as they gathered up my tears. He then took his fingers and brought them to his mouth where he licked off the water of my tears. Hmmmm salty but good he said. I was so overcome with emotion I thought I would faint but somehow I didn't.

So Tom tell me what you like about me besides everything he said with a laugh. I said where do I start? He said my girlfriend never tells me how gorgeous I am. You probably think I am so conceited but hell I can make myself hard just looking in a mirror. I know the other guys at school look at me and are jealous but of course no one can ever say anything. I wish my cock was a bit larger like this one guy at school who is so damn huge. Lord he must be about 9 inches soft. His dick is like a slinky all wrinkled up and a few times he has gotten half hard and wow everyone in the locker room is looking but not looking if you know what I mean. Do you think mine is OK? I mean is it OK? His words were tumbling out and he was obvioulsy nervous. He was used to being in charge and for the first time in his life he really didn't know what to do or what might happen next between us.

Its Ok Carl. You cock is gorgeous and its just the right size. In fact it is perfect and you are perfect in my book. From your golden brown hair to your long beautiful toes you are gorgeous. I love the viens in your hands and the callous' on your fingers and palms. I took one of his hands in mine and traced the veins down the arm to the fingers and then turning his hand palm side up lightly traced my fingers across his hands. He said your touch is magic. Its like electricity. I have never felt that before. I said your touch does the same to me. I love your beautiful treasure trail and your cock. God your cock is so incredible with those viens running up each side and the perfect tip all purple and shinny with a piss slit right in the center. What is a treasure trail Carl asked? I reached my hand out and lightly ever so lightly traced from his deep belly button still half filled with sweat down to the top of his jeans with my finger tips. His whole body jumped like an electric shock had hit him as I traced the trail to the top of his jeans. Its this trail of hair that goes from your belly button to your crotch. It is called that because it leads to the treasure down below. He laughed and said I like that name. I think you are really going to like my treasure at least I hope you like it.

I don't think there is any chance that I won't like what you have hidden in your pants. Tell me more he said. Your nipples are amazing. They are so hard and when I run my fingers over them they are hard and feel so good. The little brown area around them is so cool I just want to suck on them all day. He said what's stopping you? I smiled as I leaned forward and kissed first the right nipple and then the left and then the right again and then the left again. This time I stayed on the left and licked it with my tongue. He cried out Oh God Tom that is amazing. I never knew my nipples could feel like that. I know that my girl friend likes it when I suck on hers but I never knew that you could do this with a guy. I bit his nipple lighlty and he liked what I did. I could taste the salty sweat of his body and it was like the nectar of the gods for me. I then switched to his right nipple and worked on it for awhile. He put his hand behind my head and pressed my face into his chest. He was breathing hard and I could feel his heart beating so strong and he was making these little meowing sounds like a cat. I couldn't believe how much he liked what I was doing to him. Would he like everything I did? Would I know what to do next? What would I do next?

...to be continued
 
Again the disclaimer that this is a fantasy story between me and a young guy who is 18 and is consenting adult.

Chapter 3

I was working on his nipples and and Carl was liking what I was doing. He said please Tom stop for a minute so I can catch my breath. I didn't want to stop but I figured that I better as I didn't want to scare him off for any reason. I backed away a step and just looked at him. His nipples were erect and hard and were shiny with my saliva where I had been sucking on them. They were a bit red where I had been nibbling on them with my teeth. He was breathing hard but he had a look of complete contentment on his face. God Tom that was great. I don't think anyone has ever made me feel that good. None of my girlfriends have ever done anything like that to me before. Jesus I need to catch my breath. I glanced down at his crotch to look at his dick and it was partially hard but pulsing and still dripping precum. I wanted to touch it but I knew that Carl did not want me to yet. I think he might explode if I worked on his cock at this time and I wanted this to last as long as possible before I took his manhood and made him cum. My mind was working overtime as I though what should I do next? What did he want me to do? What did I want to do?

Carl made up my mind for me when he said lets take off your shirt and let me see your nipples. He reached out his hands and pulled my sweaty polo shirt out of my pants. Lift up your arms Tom and let me get your shirt off. I did as he said and he pulled off my shirt lifting it up and up and sliding it off my arms and over my head. He threw the shirt to the floor and I saw his eyes looking over my body. To say I was petrified would be an understatement. Here I was a man in his 50's standing half naked in front of a young/god/man. I was hairy! He was smooth! I was older! He was younger! I had old man boobs for gods sake! He had an pecs of iron! I had a larger than I would like belly! He had an 8 pack! What was he thinking? Oh God! I had lost about 40 pounds in the last 6 months but I was still not 18 and I was still not in shape like this young athletic god standing in front of me.

Raise your arms again and let me see your pits he said. Again I did as I was told and lifted my arms up towards the ceiling. He looked at my pits and reached his hand out and ran it through the sweaty hair in my pit smiling all the time. He then took his finger that was dripping with my sweat and put it in his mouth. He smiled and said salty but good. Smells kind of musty but nice.

He slowly reached out both hands towards my chest and ran his fingers through my chest hair and across my nipples which responded to his touch and became hard. He smiled when he saw my nipples were getting hard and continued to run his hands over my boobs and down my belly and around my belly button. God it felt good! I don't know if I had ever felt that good! I always wondered what a hairy guy would feel like. Carl said most everyone I hang with is smooth like me or at the most have a bit of hair in the middle of their chest. There are even a few of the guys on the swim team who shave all their hair off in the showers. I like to watch them as they shave their pubes and legs and chest and pits. I could never shave my pits. I love my pit hair. How does it make you feel? I told him it felt great and I wished that it could go on forever. Can I kiss your nipples he asked. Yes I croaked. This blond god/man bent down and kissed one of my nippples sending electric shock waves through my body as he sucked and nibbled on my nipple. I did as he had done to me and ran my hand behind his head and through his hair and pressed his eager mouth tighter to my skin. He was digging it and God it was good. I thought my knees would give way but I was able to stay on my feet. Carl thank you oh God that feels good. Try the other nipple please. Carl did as I asked and switched to my other nipple. He continued to run his hand over my chest and belly and dug his fingers into my belly button.

He let go of my nipple and straightened back up with that adorable smile on his face. His hair was sweaty and falling down over his forehead. God you are hot Tom. Look at your nips they are hard as a rock. Did you like it when I bit them? Yes Carl it was wonderful. I never wanted it to stop it felt so good.

Before I could stop myself I stepped forward and took him in an embrace pressing our bodies close together completing the electric circuit and sending shock waves through both our bodies. Our hard erect nipples were pressed tight together and our half hard cocks were pressing together. The feeling was indescribable. I had never before felt like this. The heat in our loins could have baked a dinner for two as our dicks rubbed against each other and became hard again. We were pressed against each other and breathing hard. Carl brought his face back and I brought mine back and we looked at each other and then pressed forward so that our lips touched in a kiss unlike any other kiss either of us had ever experienced before. it was the kiss I had been looking for my whole life. It was the kiss that Carl had been looking for his whole young life. Our lips met and our tongues met as we explored each others mouths. We were attached to each other and I don't think anything could have seperated us at that moment. I felt as if I was swallowing Carl and being swallowed by him at the same time. Again I had the feeling like I wanted this to never end. I knew inside that it would have to end at some point but right now I wanted it to go on forever. Carl and I standing in the barn hay loft kissing and touching each other. The only think that could have made it better would for us both to be completely naked but that would mean separating and I sure didn't want to do that at this point. Our arms were wrapped around each others backs and we were stroking each other on the back with our hands. My hairy body pressed against his smooth body.

...more later
 
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