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Do You Like Older Men? Why?

Everyone has a personal preference when it comes to men. Some guys really stick to their preferences for a certain type and age, but most of us will take what we can get!

I happen to enjoy getting it on with men in their 40s and above. There's a certain level of maturity that I love to sexually interact with, and most older men exude that maturity that is such a huge turn-on for me.

Of course, if I happen to "click" with a younger guy, I never say no! There have been times when I had the pleasure of meeting younger men who exuded that inexplicable level of maturity that I love.

What is your preferred age for a man? Do you like them in their teens? Do you like them in their twenties and thirties? Do you like them 40 and older? Do you like the grandpa types? Let me know! I'd love to hear what gets you going when it comes to men.  Everyone is different, and there's no right or wrong preference, but hearing what type of guys get your crank turning is always fun for me.

Trucker Pickup Lines (Cheesy!)

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Hey, driver! Are you hauling food trucks?

Because you sure know how to make a weiner stand!

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I have 206 bones in my body.

Care to add one more?

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I'd REALLY like to see what you look like when I'm naked!

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Can we go to your truck for pizza and sex?

No? Don't you like pizza?

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Do you sleep on your stomach?

No? Well, can I?

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I identify as a door.

So feel free to slam me all day long.

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Are you a burger?

Because you can be the meat between my buns.

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Just call me Oliver.

Because in a minute, I'm gonna be Oliver that dick!

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I call my mouth The Astronaut.

Because it was made to explore Uranus.

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The Strong Silent Type

The alert on my phone let me know someone had replied to my ad for a quick hookup.  My ad specifically targeted truckers and blue collar workers who needed relief if they were visiting my town.  A couple of email exchanges later, I was on my way to a local truck stop to meet the trucker who had answered my ad.  He let me know he just wanted to fuck a tight hole with no "bullshit conversation" or any of the "romantic bullshit" he seemed to be dead set against.  No problem.  I wasn't picking up flowers and chocolates for him, either.  I just wanted his dick.

I met the trucker in the men's room where we checked each other out.  He agreed to let me walk with him to his truck.  We climbed into the sleeper where he wasted no time getting what he wanted.  He pushed me face down onto his sleeper and pulled down my basketball shorts.  I wore a jockstrap, and he grunted his approval.  I heard him suck his finger before he shoved it completely into my ass without warning or preparation.  The penetration made me jump, and I heard him chuckle quietly before he added a second finger.  He enjoyed finger-fucking me for a few minutes, and would occasionally pull his fingers out, spit into my ass, then ram the fingers back in.  Four fingers later, I heard him breathe hard before he stood up to undo his pants.

The break from the finger-fucking gave me a chance to adjust myself on the bed, but he quickly pushed my head back down and said "Don't. Fucking. Move."  I had hoped to deep-throat the trucker and maybe put his balls in my mouth before we did anything else, but it looked like he knew exactly what he wanted and he went for it.  I heard the familiar plastic sound of a rubber being opened, and then I heard him roll the condom onto his boner.

The trucker shoved his cock all the way into my asshole in one spit-covered move.  I grunted out in pained protest but the pain was not as bad as I had expected it would be.  He did a great job of stretching me out with his fingers, and I was grateful for the rough, but merciful finger-fucking session.  Although I couldn't see his cock, it felt like it was a decent length.  The kicker was the thickness!  I imagined he had one of those beer can cocks.  My cock twitched and leaked precum as his fire hydrant boner pushed past, and pressed against, my prostate.

The trucker adjusted himself into a push-up position on top of me, and started a steady rhythm. I imagined he wanted to really pound my ass, but didn't want to rock the truck.  I didn't care, but I'm sure he would be worried about looks from other truckers coming out of the truck stop.  The wet sounds of my ass being ravaged by his beer can cock filled the sleeper.  Drops of sweat fell on the back of my head, and his breaths became shorter and faster.

It took only a few minutes before the trucker dumped his load while inside of me.  He had collapsed on top of me, and the full weight of his body pinned me between him and the sleeper.  The edge of the sleeper dug into my torso.  I thought he would get up, and then ask me to get the fuck out, but he stayed on top of me until he caught his breath.  Amazingly, he started to slowly pump in and out of me again.  He never lost his hardon, and started to work on round two as he lifted himself back up into his push-up position.  What a champ! I was in heaven!

This time, it felt like an eternity before he dumped his second load into me.  The wet sounds of his fucking were much louder this time because he was fucking me with a condom full of his cum. When he came a second time, again he collapsed on top of me until he caught his breath.  He pushed himself up, and pulled his cock out of me with a wet, slushy pop.  "You got a nice hole, man," came the compliment.  

I heard him take off the condom, tie it up, and then he threw it at me so it landed right next to my face.  "Get rid of that for me," he said. "Do what you want with it.  Now get the fuck out." The trucker chuckled as he slapped my ass hard before he dressed, and then sat next to me on his sleeper.  I pulled up my basketball shorts, and then put the used rubber in a napkin into my shorts pocket.  I left the truck with a sore ass, but with a nice prize I would use as lube later to jack off with.

Tuff Men 02.29.2020

Need some j/o stuff?

Here ya go!

Thanks!

01222019 - Random Beauts

T Minus 8 - Tumblr RIP

Counting down the days until Tumblr shuts down everyone worth viewing, and I still can't believe they're shooting themselves in the foot like that.  Oh well. In the meantime here are some pics I liked that I couldn't very well reblog.

Tumblr: Welcome To The Modern Dark Ages

It had been a while since we were last on here. But with Tumblr going "Inquisition" on everyone regarding adult images, I thought I'd post something here so I can keep in touch with everyone.  Welcome to the Modern Dark Ages, folks.  I expect Tumblr will soon be conducting Witch Hunts, lynchings and probably crucifying us for violating their new commandments.

Grab-Ass With Dad (Pt 1)

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P A R T O N E
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If you have ever lived out in the country, away from city life and neighbors, you know the perks of having abundant privacy in a peaceful, natural setting. You probably also know how tough it can be to get friends to visit you, or to help you with other things like homework because you live so far away.

Such was the case when it came time for me to complete homework assignments for my Massage Therapy course. The course itself had been a graduation gift from Dad. It was a great surprise to discover he had paid for the entire course, and all I had to do was show up and pass. This was easier said than done, though. I had no problem with my classroom assignments, but I fell short when it came time to partner up outside the classroom and get hands-on massage experience. Our small house twenty miles out of the city made it nearly impossible to have guests, much less homework buddies.

One early Saturday as I struggled with my homework, Dad noticed I was upset and asked me if I was okay.

“It’s these stupid muscle groups!” I complained. “How am I supposed to learn muscles from sheets of paper? I just wish I had someone who could come over to help me practice these applications!” Dad looked puzzled, but still put his hand on my shoulder.

"Relax, champ,” he said as he messed with my hair. “If all you need is a body to grope, I'll be your very own massage client.”

“It's not groping!” I shouted. Dad quickly realized I was seriously frustrated and changed his tone as he tried to console me.

“I know, I know. I just don’t like to see you all worked up, Junior,” he turned me around to face him. “Now just relax, and tell me what you need me to do.”

Dad was really cool with the whole situation, and I was relieved to see he seriously wanted to help me out. He brightened the mood a bit as he joked around and told me all about the “private” massages he’d gotten from girls back during his days as a professional wrestler. I saw his face turn a bright red when he caught himself after he told me how the massages always ended up with the girl riding his cock and draining his balls. I couldn’t help but laugh.

Then I explained to him how my massage would be different because I was going to use a real massage table, massage oils, warm towels and ambient music. I told him it was all part of the actual massage, but no matter how much he paid me, I wasn’t going to ride his cock and drain his balls.

Dad got playfully mad and caught me off guard when he threw his musky shirt right at my face. We horsed around for a bit more as we sometimes did, and I finally cried “Uncle!”

“So, if it’s cool, Dad,” I told him. “It would be really awesome if you weren’t wearing clothes during the massage so I can really learn these muscle groups without having to guess.”

Dad got serious for a bit and his smile slowly faded.

“You mean get naked?” he asked quietly.

I was barely able to speak the words. “Yes sir.”

He thought for a brief moment, let out a deep sigh, and then said “Okay.” He took off his pants and walked over to drape them on a nearby chair. I studied the way his beefy ass moved in the snug white cotton boxers he wore. He could really fill a pair of boxers, and the head of his cock would occasionally poke out as he walked back to the massage table. A sudden twitch at the base of my own cock snapped me back to reality, and I immediately went around the room to set up everything I was going to use.

Dad finally took off his boxers and sat naked on the massage table.

“Now, I haven’t had a good massage in over ten years, boy,” he said. “Much less a real massage where I’m butt naked. So you can't blame an old man if you get an unexpected rise out of him, if you know what I mean.” I could hear the nervous smile in his deep voice.

“You DO know what I mean, right, Junior?” Dad asked me.

I knew exactly what he meant. Dad was worried he’d get a boner during the massage.

“Dad, you don’t have to worry about getting an erection in front of me,” I started. “Geez- don’t call it that! Makes it sound all doctor-like and surgical! Just call it a boner, boy.”

We laughed at the awkwardness of the situation, and then I explained to him how it would be okay if he got an erec- er, a boner during the massage. I told him it would even be a good thing.

“A good thing?!”

“Yeah. Mr. B., our instructor, warned some of us in class about this very same situation.” He gazed at me with a look of both shock and confusion. The instructor told us that although it was commonplace for clients to get aroused during a massage, it was difficult for most new masseurs to keep their composure and professionalism. So, as awkward as it would be for us, he encouraged us to experience this scenario as much as we could so we may learn to stay cool under pressure. That way, when the time came for us to experience this very same thing with an actual client, we’d be ready.

Dad sighed deeply again.

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CONTINUED WITH PART 2
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GroupMen 08/20/12

U-Doodle It - Big Boy Doodling - "Lumberjacked!"

Went to the store yesterday and happened to walk by the kid's books section, and I noticed there's a bunch of these "Doodle" books that let the kids finish the doodle on the page. So I thought, why don't adults have one?! Well, here ya go! I think I'll make my own "Adult Doodle" book and try to sell it on ebay. What do you think? Hit me back.

By The Fence

Daddy's Maze 01

Bear In Blue ATC - Anyone wanna trade?

Bear In Blue ATC - by TuffHawl

Drop me a line if you wanna trade ATC (artist trading card)

MoovieStarz Homo-Erotic Desktop Wallpapers

MoovieStarz Homo-Erotic Desktop Wallpapers What an awesome collection of desktop wallpapers!

Update: THE BLOG HAS BEEN REMOVED.  Bummer!

Coloring Book for Big Boys

Late Nite Surfing

Tuning Me Out

Ever had friends who tune you out without their even knowing it? Lately I've noticed it more and more with a close friend to the point where I'll stop midsentence and just say "never mind."
How do you fix that? Can it be fixed? Maybe I shouldn't share my thoughts or opinions with this certain person.
At first I thought maybe I talked too much. But this happens right on only my second or third sentence!
I don't know. Maybe instead of sharing with this person I'll just share with the anonymous masses out there on the web. I'm bound to find someone who isn't tuning me out.

Infomercials & Your Bank Account!

If you're been up early on a weekend and turn on your TV, you're sure to find some sort of infomercial on just about every other channel that isn't already a shop-at-home channel.

If you ever decide to buy something from these wackos, NEVER EVER give them your financial information unless you're ready to hand over control of your bank account to someone else.

WHAT MAKES THESE APPEALING:

Some of these commercials are crazy with celebrity endorsements, overseas testimonies and medical diagnoses that are all supposed to add an infallible degree of truth to whatever product they're trying to hook you in for.  Some of the products you'll find are as follows:

Boner-helpers - you have to get up extra early to see the giggly ladies latched on to some pimp, all going on about how their product helped them tremendously.  If that doesn't convince you, we'll bring in some old guy with a mail-order degree in some line of medicine (a retired x-ray tech, I think) who will give his professional testimony about how the product is designed to work successfully for anyone.  Cue the middle-aged overweight guys with the old ladies by their side all faking a shy smile as they go on and on about how this product reignited their love life.  They use all the same types of people for boner pills and for the vacuum pump commercials.  And hey! Your insurance might even cover the cost of the pump! Call now.

"You're Too Fat" Products
These can be anything from pills, to strap on electrical devices, to extreme exercise DVD series, or super-secret literature about eating everything you're eating now, but still lose weight.  What's THAT about?! If I'm eating everything I'm eating right now, shouldn't I already be losing weight?!  Not buying it.  I could also order some DVD series about losing weight as I learn to dance to whatever they're calling music these days.  The DVD library is a couple hundred bucks, but hey - they'll give it to me for half a dozen easy payments of something-ninety-nine.  And if I order now, I'll also get something even more expensive and a whole lot more useless that I'll have to pay double for shipping separately.

Convenience Products
Vegetable peelers, cloth rags that supposedly absorb gallons of liquid, food preparation products that let you magically produce chef-quality dishes with little-to-no-effort.  Why are the people in these commercials always talking like car salesmen?  Why do they have to shout? And why is their audience always so happy and chipper? (Uhm, cause it's a fake audience.)

With all these products, you always get hooked into giving them your personal financial information.  At that point, you're pretty much screwed because:

* they'll keep taking money out of your account without you wanting it,
* the disclaimers they mumble off sign you up for all sorts of additional crap you don't want,
* they can send you whatever they want no matter how many times you decline, and
* it takes an act of Congress to get them to stop taking money out of your account

Did they promise you a refund?  Good luck with that! Your odds are better with a scratch-off lotto ticket.

So, while infomercials are fun to watch for their creative efforts, NEVER give them your financial information if you decide to buy something.  The safest thing to do is either pay with a money order and mail the payment in - at this point they're obligated to send you the product and they can't touch your bank account.  OR use one of those disposable credit cards where the amount of money in there is strictly controlled, and you don't get hit with overdraft charges if they decide to take more money than you had originally agreed upon.

After you talk to the operator taking your order who seems to be numb from the neck up, or who's a little too friendly and eager to get your payment information - verify that you ONLY order that product and your are NOT being signed up for any trial subscriptions, samples, or products.  (They love sneaking in that crap!)

Happy Shopping!

05/21/2011

I love these little moments of quiet at home.
The roomie went out to get groceries, the cats are passed out somewhere in the living room, and there's no radio or TV blaring anywhere in the background.  This lets me catch up and focus on all the things going through my head.

RAPTURE TODAY
Sounds odd to me. According to some religious nut, this is the day when all good people ascend into heaven as part of the Second Coming.  In other words, they drop dead on the spot.  It just sounds prettier when you have people visualize heavenly floating and harp music in the background.  I don't believe it.  Part of me wants it to be true because of all the paranormal activity that would ensue from something this fanatical happening.  Another part of me doesn't want it to happen, but I don't really feel like I'm ready to meet my maker.  No.  I'm ready, actually.  For all the trouble, the grief, the suffering and the bitching, I'm still just not ready to end this life, is all.

My partner woke me up at 330am today, and if I'd known it was that early, I would have kicked him out of bed.  He fell asleep at 900pm last night, then I went to bed around midnight.  I feel tired, and grouchy even though I'm fully medicated now, and I just took a long, hot shower.  I'm supposed to go out and about the town to take pictures of a couple of events going on, but I'd rather just crawl back into bed and sleep for a few hours.  Maybe I can make it till an afternoon nap.  We'll see.

Well, now that all that's outta my head, I can go on with the day.  I leave you with this tiny bit of wisdom - Don't get pissed about something unless you really give a crap about it.  Inconveniences, distractions and petty shit are nothing more than timewasters.

Inked Men 01

 The best complement to ink? A nice boner, of course.

Ink always looks so much better without the obstruction of clothing.

Ink, fur, and a casual attitude. What a great combination!

Married Man's Three Lovers

I can't remember exactly where I picked up this little bit of information that I've always held dear to my heart.  Used to be, in traditional Mexican families, the head of the household (being the married man) always had three lovers.  A married man had his wife, he had a mistress, and he had a male fuckbuddy.  Not only was this commonplace, but it was also common knowledge.  This was the unspoken fact of life no one ever talked about, and only the insolent spouse or lover ever brought up.  Pretty neat, huh?

I wish I knew more about this from the point of the male lover. How many married men did he have as lovers? Was he faithful to only one? What about trysts with his married man and the man's mistress? I'd love to know more.  But, for now, just thought I'd share that hot bit of old school knowledge with everyone.

Fun With Photoshop

Got this photo from one of the online groups I belong to, and I couldn't help but play with it.  Hey, a guy can only dream, no?

Big Boy Coloring Book 024

Big Boy Coloring Book (BBCB) Number 024.
Print size for coloring. Don't worry about staying inside the lines.
Enjoy!

Random Posting!

I just love a nice smile!

Favorite Artist Mention - DOMINO

I think few artists captured the whole pre-aids era scene like "Domino" did. Below is one of his illustrations that I particularly enjoy. It's not easy to find much information about Domino; a biography or history, but I'll keep looking and share what I can find on here.

The image here is wholly owned by the artist and used only for reference with no intention of profit in any manner. I just really love his art, and want to tell the world how great it is. Shame he's gone.

Smokin' Out on the Deck

Another dry erase whiteboard creation.
Bought a smaller, more compact dry erase board a little while ago, but never noticed how it's seated just a tiny bit more behind its frame than my older, bigger one.
As a result, the scanner's having trouble scanning the detail, and my first few scans were really blurry. You just can't win!

Dry Erase - Harry Mussel

Don't look now, but I'm going green. Or white. Or black. Whatever. Instead of smudging up paper, getting pissed off at it and then crumpling it up to throw it away, I'm drawing on dry erase whiteboard. I've got all these dry-erase markers, so I thought I'd put them to good use. It's actually pretty cool. If I don't like something, I just erase it. It's also good practice to rough out an idea of something else I want to draw on paper. If I like what I get, I just scan it to my computer. Who'da thunkit? Me. Green.

_Gorilla's Videos

Damn! This is one hot dude! Glad he let us watch. I can't help but enjoy this video over and over. Think I'm going to try doing a still frame, then drawing him in pen & ink. If it turns out ok, I'll drop him a line. If it doesn't, I'll just keep enjoying his video.

_Gorilla's Videos

Ol' Ben Nekkid?!

Still more fun with Photoshop - I put Ben's head on this hunks' body.  Enjoy!

The Perfect Spot

Love this drawing!

Uncel T's Coloring Book for Big Boys

Just a little something I thought I'd put together to share with you guys on here.  Hopefully, it should print at regular paper size after you download it.

Love these damned shirts!

Hope you guys enjoy this drawing. Took me forever to sketch it out on paper. Then I scanned it into PhotoShop, then I finally inked it in. Let me hear from you if you like this (or if you're not crazy about it, too.) Just let me hear from you.