I've been thinking a lot again about relationships and about regrets.
Me, I'm someone who is pleased to wake up every day, even if I feel 'under the weather', because I know that I'll be doing something new.
My only regrets include not having a network of friends I can cuddle with.
I was 10 or 11 when a friend came round and stayed over and spent part of the night rubbing the tip of his prick against mine until he came. I know what this is called now, frottage
Having thought after last blog entry about how we waste such a lot of time and energy not saying what we mean, and occasionally cause a lot of grief by saying things at the wrong time to the wrong person, I decided to put this into practice with the guy who is here doing our house decoration - he's a great guy and we get on well, he has a washboard stomach I've seen a couple of times now as he pulls his tracksuit top off when he gets too hot and last time he did this I managed to stroke it as well,
Thinking today of what makes us want body-to-body contact with men. Even if we are happily married and love our wives, like I do. But there is definitely some part of me that she can't satisfy and I don't satisfy when I'm cuddling her and making love. It's something that needs to be filled by a male body. I'm not turned on by overtly gay camp guys (that's a challenge then!!) but by regular masculine guys, the sort who could be older or younger brothers or best friends at school and college. The
Back at home :-)
The sun shines, the cold outside beckons.
But here I sit, adding images to my homepage (thanks to one of the people responding to my first pics) and stream-of-consciousness to blogs.
Last week a good mix of business and personal, away in Oxford, Manchester, back home last night for a local association charity event with my wife.
Driving north on the motorway from Oxford , it was snowing, not too thick, coming towards the car so that I was travelling
How can personal life be interesting?
Got the photos - worked out how to upload - Wheee!
Splashes of cum on the floor
Not from my photos - but the other excellent stuff on this site.
Today's sunny here - get on - in the garden - in my shorts - but cold - Cambridge always windy and cold from Siberia
My name - I realise that I ought to be built like a shithouse door, look like a 50-year-old motorbiker and be about as round as I'm tall, or