The Cheese Stands Alone

A long absence

2008-06-11T02:37:00.002-04:00

Much has happened.

Not that you might know or care. Here's a list.

1. ) Looking for a new job.
2. ) Bought a hybrid Honda
3. ) Family issues are ok.
4. ) Still no new boyfriend

5. ) Still basically an optimist.

The Semi-colon

2008-02-21T09:53:00.001-05:00

As a grammar teacher, I found this article to be a good way to remind others about correct punctuation. I hope you enjoy.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/18/nyregion/18semicolon.html?ex=1361163600&en=1f4b96ff6a13e0b6&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink

Marlan

mary mary

2008-02-20T12:36:00.000-05:00

trying this out
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6MdryiSJzEo

mary we still love ya!

Reasons Not to Vote for Hillary

2008-02-05T00:03:00.000-05:00

1. A return to the 90s era politics.
2. Bill is a loose cannon.
3. She's equivocated every decision in her life. No courage of conviction.
4. She married into it.
5. She's really not that experienced.
6. What will happen when Bill goes off?
7. She will have a much more difficult time winning.
8. She will ignite the Republican base.
9. She's an emasculating type. Ask Bill.
10. She's not the right woman for the job.

Putin Me On

2008-01-29T20:05:00.000-05:00

Either Vladimir Putin is planning on hooking up with me this Thursday or Friday in my town, or someone is using his shirtless photo on Manhunt. Whoever is doing this has cleverly cropped the picture from the shoulders on down.

Personally, I might think twice about using his image as my own. He doesn't seem to be the type to have a sense of humor on this.

But, on the other hand, it could be him.

Hot!

Mixed feelings

2008-01-20T20:37:00.000-05:00

She was asked to take a week's leave, with pay, for violating a sick leave policy. My initial thought was surprise. How can that be? I always had joked that she was a hypochondriac, but this was too funny, so I had to start off with some smug humor.

I snickered to myself; a wide smile creept across my face. I arched an eyebrow and basked in the glory of being right. When others see what I saw behind her facade, it proves what I have said and thought of her since the early days of our marriage. At the very least, someone has her number there and apparently her boss can't stand her. What a surprise!

But then I sighed, because I knew she probably deserved it. Arrogant and imperious to the end, it's the sort of ending I had hoped I could write, but never dared to even dream about. And still, I won't write it because I know it's not over. She will survive this, at a lesser rate of pay in a different job (another snicker).

Now she can focus on another guy who fucked her over.

Some things never change.

Chat night

2008-01-14T22:09:00.001-05:00

Just a random chat from one of the sites: Welcome to how to spend a cold, winter night.

allspaw: Hi Marlin, theres a lot of hate in the
chat tonight...sure you want to be in
here? lol

maloon: i never pay attention to it. rarely
talk there

allspaw: good thinking.

maloon: bunch of little boys

allspaw: I know.

maloon: have a good weekend?

allspaw: yes...I started a painting
project...still have a ways to go but it
looks great.

maloon: ah, in the house?

maloon: or art

allspaw: house...all the moulding in the LR
and a couple of doors.

allspaw: Nothing is original to the house or I
wouldn't do it

allspaw: I'm not an artsy guy so no
portraits..lol

maloon: ah. never know

allspaw: Yeah I suppose I could be creative
just as much as another.

maloon: your're right

allspaw: what does maloon mean?

maloon: old nickname, kind of a joke. and
allspaw?

allspaw: Marlin = Maloon..........I can see
that. allspaw is what I came up with
for a personalized lisence plate years
ago...my last name had too many
letters so I came up with this...its how
my last name is pronounced but not
spelled.

maloon: ah. you ever see the one that was
vrsbbtm

maloon: for a license plate?

allspaw: no I haven't

maloon: yes, a guy, on here had that
plate.

allspaw: surprised the state would make it

maloon: they finally asked for it, said it was
reported as "obscene"

allspaw: lol

maloon: all true

allspaw: I believe you...I wouldn't have the
balls to ask for one like that

maloon: it was fun to see

maloon: I say hello at the bar once in a
while to him.

allspaw: appears to be a nice looking man.
What is your type?

maloon: hard to say, really,

maloon: prefer them smart, funny, warm,
can cook, clean, etc. employed,

maloon: the list goes on I guess, but it
includes enjoying each other's
company.

allspaw: sure...good things to look for.

allspaw: the last one I'd say is very
important

maloon: yes. after the sex. lol

allspaw: lol very much so

maloon: and that's hard to do long term

maloon: requires more than sticking your
dick out, it's sticking your heart out
there, too.

All work, no play

2008-01-09T23:32:00.000-05:00

Grading done? Comments written? Agenda and materials copied? Briefcase packed and waiting at the door? Check.

Extra sandwich bought? Car has enough gas? Check.

I have to drive 40 miles in 45 minutes between jobs. I drive with sandwich in hand. It's usually a Subway BMT with provolone and lettuce, tomatoes, onion, green pepper and black olives. No sauces or mayo. They might drip in while I drive. Last time that happened was when I was being followed by a State Cop. As I reached down to try to catch a drop of mayo, I drifted near the center line. He pulled me over. No ticket, but, of course, I was late for work.

It's really not too much of a stretch to do two jobs--it just depends on how many nights a week the 2nd job takes. This week, I have to teach/support Mon.-Thurs. That makes Marlan a busy guy. Most weeks it's only 2 nights.

So far, three out of four are done this week. One left. I'm pretty beat.

One of these years, I'll be out of credit card debt. Until then....

I drive.

2008 Begins Auspiciously

2008-01-07T20:06:00.000-05:00

So the year began. Not much new, except for an unexpected encounter with the ex wife. Mind you, we haven't spoken in about 2 years now, and it's New Year's Day. She's with her fiance, who I have not been introduced to. They're at my place to drop off a desk of mine, which she wants out of the house, and to pick up the kids. Also, as background, she has been specifically banned from ever entering any home of mine. Ever since my first apartment....but that's another story.

They drive up. I rouse the kids, who are ready to load up their stuff and help bring the desk in. They know the rules. She comes up the steps, carring a couple of desk drawers. The first words out of her mouth are: "You ought to thank me for carrying these up here."

I took them from her without an immediate response. On her second trip up, I said, "It would be nice if you had the grace to at least wait for someone to thank you before demanding it. Have a happy new year, by the way."

She responded coldly, "WE WILL," as if she could will herself.

The way I see it, It can only get better from here on.

Happy 2008.

At the very least, we'll be getting a new President!

It’s the end of the year as we know it

2007-12-31T13:38:00.000-05:00

And I feel fine.

Here are a few memories from 2007. Happy new year, folks.

The porcelain teacup was smaller than usually seen in America. And it was a teacup, not a mug. Alongside the cup was the spoon. A small, wrapped windmill cookie was perched on the edge of the saucer.

The sun shone down through the window of the café. Shoppers and tourists passed by my view of the narrow bricked street outside my perch inside the café. I sipped my tea. I opened the cookie and cracked a piece off to nibble on. I smiled to myself and inhaled another puff of the skunky smoke.

Amsterdam, April 6, 2007

I opened that email with a rush of hope; I closed it with the crush of despair. Simple, well chosen words that told me I was not the one. I had led myself to believe there was more than there was; I needed it so badly, but I didn’t know how much it showed.

So much hope and promise. Yet, it was like hearing the 7th note in music, it was an incomplete relationship, destined not to rest.

I met a friend later that night. He could read it on my face. I mumbled some excuse about my work situation, and have tried to move on.

I wish he could have called. I still wish he would.

Home, March 15. 2007

Three minutes passed; three more miles closer; twenty minutes to go. He calculated the number of times he’d have to say no to himself before he could let it rest at work. Quitting could not be easier; quitting could not be more distracting.

Each mile was another minute he’d made it.without smoking a cigarette. It was a curious challenge in that he had very little physical urge or need to smoke. It was nearly all mental. He could say no. It was just a matter of saying no a lot.

Fortunately, his background in Calvinism made that part easy.

Day one of not smoking for the rest of my life

Home, June 18, 2007

My friend smiled back at me, and whispered, “darlin’ you wouldn’t have to tie me up, but you could.”

Before us, a generously furry blond and stocky man in a kilt was being trussed up like a turkey; his partner watching intently. My friend and I were here on a little R & R. Summer fun with a buddy from Cleveland who I hadn’t seen in two years. We had had shared a very special weekend then, and were happy to share another. B & D demo night at Touche was merely a sideshow to what we were doing to each other in our heads and later in bed.

And when the morning light comes streaming in, you get up and do it again. Amen.

Chicago, August 10, 2007

Christmas Babies

2007-12-26T21:28:00.000-05:00

Just some random thoughts...

To Mothers and Fathers with new Christmas Babies:

Here are some do’s and don’ts, from a guy who’s lived as a Christmas baby all my life.

Do:

Have a birthday celebration for years 1-16 or so.
Give separate birthday gifts
Do celebrate Christmas – Go to Church if you can
Invite family over
Tell your child that he or she was the most special gift you ever received!

Don’t:
Make them wear Santa outfits after the age of 3
Tell everyone their birth story, unless it involves a manger
Give them names like Jesus, Chris, Mary, Merry, or Noel.
Use red or green as decorations on the cake

For better or worse

2007-12-20T16:57:00.000-05:00

Would they have done it if they could have? Would it have made a difference in the end?

I have two close friends. They have been together (living separately) for seven years. They are lovers, buddies, boyfriends, partners. That’s all they could ever be, legally. Not husbands to each other—that can’t happen. So, maybe that’s why it didn’t?

Now that their relationship is in a rocky spot, what happens? In some instances, I suspect, it gets set aside because there is no legal commitment. But, in this case, the rocky spot is a core issue—priorities of attention and, essentially, respect and love are at issue. Now they are thinking of ending the relationship. Would it be different if they had been married? Would a legal expression of love have triumphed, or made it more of an ideal or standard in their relationship that could have weathered this time?

Sometimes I think so. Having been married, the legal union is a permanent bond of commitment that takes a relationship to a stronger level. That does not mean that a non-legally-binding relationship cannot have the same type of bonds, it just means that a non-binding relationship doesn’t have to, and often doesn’t.

A second reason may be the lack of tradition in gay relationships. Without the institution, men and women were forced to set their own standards, and for many reasons, they may have chosen lesser bonds of commitment. Gay couples have had the freedom to define their own relationships, and often, they eschewed the conventional, monogamous or traditional form of a relationship. While straights also have that freedom to define their relationship, the legal relationship itself is not, and they find themselves bound together despite their feelings.

A conundrum, to be sure. Whether to be gay and free, or whether freedom is, as Janis sang, “another word for nothing left to lose.”

And when you have something to lose, such as your legal rights or privileges, you may think twice about how you handle your relationship.

Meanwhile, I have two friends whose relationship is on the rocks. Would they have married? Probably not. Are they better off without that option? Of course not.

While I am not sure it would make a difference in whether they stayed together or not, I think it does give a person pause, when thinking about changing or ending a relationship. For better or for worse, in sickness and in health....

The snow

2007-12-18T20:34:00.001-05:00

It's always a little extra quiet on the morning after a snowfall. Something about the thick blanket covering all that mutes sound. That, and the fact that there is very little traffic.

This picture is from early afternoon, Sunday, the 16th. I had just finished shoveling the walks, and brushing off my car. The trusty Toyota, in full winter beater glory.

I've been looking at newer cars for such a long time. Dreaming of one, actually. It is tough making a decision on my own this time. I just don't want to tie up too much money into a car, yet, I am a car nut, who's been deprived of a great ride for many years.

I said to a co-worker, "Think of it this way...a guy my age has been driving and owning family cars for many years, this middle-age sports car thing is not an attempt to recapture youth, it's an attempt to just have some fun again."

In the meantime, I'll wait at least another month or so to get one.

fa la la

2007-12-12T00:05:00.000-05:00

A set of elves. Originally, there were probably eight or ten of these sculpted pipe cleaner elves in grey-purple and silver-sage. Oh, and there was a frosty-aqua one, too, now that I'm remembering more. I think they were from the 40s. They had ruddy clay faces and cotton-tuftedbeards. I'm not sure where they are now. I used to have a couple of them when I was married.

Since I was a child, the elves were always on our tree. They went on last, because their heads (above their faces) were actually little loops that would only fit on the tip of a branch.

Until I was about 10, we always had a real tree. A child of the 60s, it was no real violation to purchase an artificial one (although ours was particularly miserable, and lived under an Uptown Cleaners drycleaning bag during its 11 month hibernation.) Despite my sad description of Christmas past and the 60s suburban aesthetic, it had its own charm. And each year, I'd place the elves on the tree. I miss them this year.

At some point, I will get pictures from my sisters. It will not be pretty; it will be reality. Imagine a 18"x40" low, 1940s coffee table, re-imagined for the late 60s with an avocado green Formica top. My dad worked in Formica at that time. The tree was placed on that little coffee table, which was centered in front of the living room window.

The tiny tree was laden with ornaments from our family. Older, broken sets of metallic globes with Angel hair inside, and many golden-glass baskets and orbs made up the bulk of the flash, accompanied by tacky crafts from Sunday School, layered below a heap of icicles. We usually bought a new package of icicles each year, but there were always a few crinkly leftovers to remind us of Christmas past. Lights, too, were a mish-mash of old-style indoor bulbs and miniatures; many colors, shapes, blinkers and bubblers that were carefully arranged to show the best ones towards the street. On top was a single spire of spun glass. Nicer than most sold these days, I think my sister still has ownership of it.

Memories of Christmas.

Isn't it rich, isn't it queer

Where are the elves.

Send in the elves.

Merry Christmas Darling

2007-12-09T14:55:00.001-05:00

Ok, I can be a sentimental old fool. My eyes get moist sometimes, and even if I brush it away with the back of my hand, I can see the dried tears later when I wash my face or squeeze an errant blackhead from my post-post adolescent face.

What tears me up? Sometimes the silliest plots or moments on TV. Crap like Little House on the Prairie or the Waltons, even. Sometimes it's something a little more significant, like music.

Yesterday, I spent part of my Christmas Bonus on an Ipod. I bought an 8 gig Nano, and hope it's big enough. I never thought I would enjoy one so much. Loading my music and listening has been a treat.

That Carpenter's Christmas CD I bought last year finally got cracked open and downloaded.

Merry Christmas, Darling.

And so much more.

James Taylor. Mexico.

Stevie Wonder. Isn't She Lovely?

And lest you think I have a totally "classic" music collection, there's a few from NIN also. Those don't make me cry, though.

I think having this Ipod kind of makes up for losing a large number of CD's this summer when my car was broken into.

Merry Christmas to me. Or happy birthday. (Doesn't matter--for those who don't know, my b-day is on December 25.)

To Daddy

2007-11-30T22:32:00.000-05:00

Today was my father's birthday. He would have been 98 this year. He died a mature man of 67. Hardly a long life. Hardly enough time to enjoy the years ahead. Hardly enough time to learn who this mamma's man/boy was back then, and certainly not enough time for me to fully appreciate what he was and what he did for me.

Growing up in rural Michigan, my dad was the fourth son of a family of eight. He was the second one born here in the states. Back in Holland, where my grandfather was from, they were gardeners, caretakers. Here in America, they became farmers.

I'm certain he never understood me, a somewhat wild, free-spirited 60s/70s kid. I just wish sometimes, that he could have lived to see the man I've become. Although he's been gone for over 30 years, I probably feel closer to him now that I'm 50 than I did when I was 20. I know I understand him much more, too.

Happy birthday, dad.

Weekend Upgayt

2007-11-27T00:20:00.000-05:00

Dear F,

Clever enough title, if not entirely original. But, it about sums up my weekend--a whirlwind of events, some fun, some sad, but basically a good time. Hope yours was also--except for the sad part. Geez, that Chrysler 300 you rented sounded like fun (especially when you read what I rode in).

We got into Chicago around 5 on Friday, and met up with a friend (J) of my neighbor. He hosted us for dinner and is a marvelous fella, if a little ADHD, in my humble opinion. I think the D also stands for Drama. He's also an amateur/pro photographer and we ended up taking a lot of tasteful pics, which will be heretofore featured across my profile as I take up my new quest to find the man-o-my-dreams.

Anyway, I digress. My friend R and I and J then made it out to Touche, eventually, You see, J got a call from a person close to his most recent ex, (now in S.F.) He had some serious regression in his health and ended up suffering a stroke. Nonetheless, J felt he should go out, celebrate and got himself pretty trashed. Through it all, though I think it was a good distraction and probably good that we could keep an eye on him, because it was pretty clear to J that his ex was not going to make it. (insert specific elements here--suffice to say it was a difficult and pretty tragic story).

Anyhoo, we had a fun time at Touche, and the Jackhammer. However, nothing much was going on in terms of action. We settled for being drunk. Note to Jackhammer: lower the lights in the basement. It's too cheery.

The next day, with all the good, gay intentions we could muster, R and I bailed on the Art Institute, and decided to tour the Steamworks Instititute instead. Curiously, there was no twister inside, as I had been led to believe. We made do, and each met a few friendly locals who could have passed for VanGogh (Kirk Douglas) or someone equally arty like Jackson Pollock. MMMM Ed Harris. Again, I digress.

Returning to our hotel late afternoon, we napped and then later Sat. evening J picked us up in his 1991 Toyota Camry. The curious coincidence of both of us owning near-vintage Camrys was mediated by the fact that his was much closer to the boneyard than mine. Seriously, this baby was a-roaring down Halstead with a hole in the muffler as big as, well, insert your own large hole reference here. J brought a friend, D, along, and the four of us made our way to the Eagle.

F, to be honest, I did not realize there was a lower model version of the Toyota than mine. I have a DX, fer chrissakes. Anyway, this one did not have power windows or a clock. Somehow, that made me feel both better about myself (because my car was better), and yet worse, (since it is still a very old, non-cool car).

OK, back to the narrative.

We get to the Eagle. We have a good time. J took pics. I flirted in the backroom. So did R. Geez, that back bathroom is popular. We left promptly at 3:30, after seeing most of the video best butt contest. A shame that more boys couldn't win. I'm sure they could find some consolation, though, if they only looked around.

Sunday, after church, we had breakfast at the same place you and I ate last summer in Boystown. The name escapes me, but it was yummy. The Huevos Rancheros were nearly as tasty as the young waiter.

Well, except for the nasty 45 min. traffic jam on the way out of town, we cruised on our way home. No, not that way. We got back to R's place around 5 and I got home about an hour later.

I hope your weekend was fun, too.

M

Two Steps Forward...

2007-11-20T21:45:00.000-05:00

One step back.

If the cliche fits, dye it to match. Or something like that.

Maybe it's my age; rather, maybe it's the fact that I have lived through social change. It is not a linear progress.

ENDA will happen, it is a matter of time. I have faith in that much. But whether it is with T and TG or without. That's the step back.

Once, an older black guy said to me, after we had shared/seen a person treated with some serious disrespect. While I seethed, he murmured to me. "It just is."

I wish it were different.

Watching the Detectives

2007-11-13T23:29:00.000-05:00

Well, I guess I'm on notice. Or else I'm getting paranoid.

The ENDA post of a few days ago has gotten someone's look in Washington DC. If you track back, you'll see that I asked readers to contact their congressperson to check on their vote. I checked mine, and found out Vern Ehlers voted against it. No real suprise there, Vern is a
Republican and party-line kind of guy.

But, the reason I'm paranoid is that one of the addresses on the sitemap was from the house.gov address. I wonder who it was?

Somebody's watching me!

Craigslist #3?

2007-11-12T01:20:00.000-05:00

Craigslist #3 – Trouble ahead

Date: 2007-11-11, 10:33PM ESTProfessional guy seeks college age guys (younger) for trading massages or more. I am a curious and exploring guy and to be honest - like a man's hands on me. I'm 41, 6'1", 225, all man, curious, exploring - more details can be asked for sure. Discretion is a must - total in fact - or no deal. Just two guys being guys, sharing - having fun as guys - no one needs to know. Love a guys scent, smell, even his gear. Sound like you? Tell me about you - and what you are exploring. I have no desire for anal - so don't ask. Be you and be real. I look forward to emailing - and seeing where it leads. So, email me... let me know... tell me about you! I will respond to all inquiries. Have a great week!

All right, bud. I understand your fantasy, but have this to offer. Think back to when you were that college student. Unless you have some daddy issues, you’re probably just some frustrated, overweight (a little) married guy, and really are just a blip on the screen to the average 20 year old. Face it. This ad is not going to work miracles. Sorry to tell ya.

But, you sound very frustrated. You love a man’s scent. You’d like to explore. No anal, though! Don’t even ask!

Good luck, sister. Read between the lines.

HAVE A GREAT WEEK YOURSELF!

40 votes

2007-11-08T16:27:00.000-05:00

Just 40 votes separate us from an ENDA veto override. My congressman, Vern Ehlers, is one of those who needs to change his vote. I sent him a note today. One of many he will receive, I hope, in protest of his narrow-minded view of equality and protection.

We all need to check our representative’s votes and send them a note about our concerns. We owe it to ourselves. We owe it to our brothers and sisters and children. And for those who have gay parents or grandparents or neighbors or friends. For everyone.

It’s the right thing to do. Check out your representative's vote here

http://clerk.house.gov/evs/2007/roll1057.xml

Little things about smoking I do not miss

2007-11-06T00:01:00.000-05:00

I don't miss having to plan ahead for having enough cigarettes for the next 24 hours.

I don't miss having to carry a couple of extra things with me.

I don't miss having to worry about it at all.

I don't miss that I do not have a callous on my thumb, from flicking my bic anymore.

A couple of days ago, I tried to take a count of how many times a day I think about having a cigarette. It's down to 3 or 4 moments/reminders. That's all. No real urge to get back into that pool. As they say, ish.

the Glory Part

2007-10-30T23:49:00.000-04:00

For many months, there was no glory hole. Then, one spring night, he entered the empty men’s room and discovered a crudely hewn, half-dollar sized hole, just below and to the left of the toilet paper dispenser in the farthest stall. He quickly examined its construction, and felt gingerly around the bent metal rim. It was, in its own way, crudely attractive. A hole designed for pleasure, and perhaps even a little pain. Rather than sticking around continuing to admire it, he exited the restroom, and returned to his truck, hoping to observe what might happen before he tried it out.

A few cigarettes and a few puffs on a roach later, another car drove in. A single, male driver. That’s good, he thought. The driver parked the car, and walked towards the grim building. He was a decent looking man, probably in his 30’s, Sometimes he could tell if a man was interested by the way he dawdled or looked around on his way in, but not this time. After a healthy minute, he gathered up his courage, and went inside.

A quick glance under the stalls showed a pair of Adidas under the last one. He entered the one next to it, dropped trou, and sat down. From his angle, he couldn’t see much on the other side, except for a hairy thigh. Good so far, he thought. Leaning forward, he adjusted my angle and caught a glimpse of the other man’s crotch, his hand covering his dick.

He watched his own penis start to grow. He sat back, and adjusted himself. A shadow moved on the floor, indicating that the other guy was now leaning forward to look in. He felt the gaze, and moved his hand slightly, to reveal the base of the shaft, while the rest of it grew thicker as it hung between his legs.

The shadow moved back. The man on the other side leaned back, giving him a full view. He could see the shaft, poking out of a healthy, hairy basket. He kept looking, waiting for him to start to stroke. He started dragging his palm down the shaft, revealing a blood-engorged, pink crown on what looked like about a six-inch shaft. After a moment, he stopped stroking, and gripped the head tight.

He had to arrange his dick up from between his legs to keep it from touching the rim of the toilet, so he sat back and gave the other guy an equally revealing view, stroking his dick slowly. The other guy took a long look, and before he sat back, he poked his tongue through the hole twice.

He stood up, quickly checked out the room and leaned against the wall, aiming his dick towards the rough hole. At 6’4”, he had to do a semi-squat to get his dick through. Pressing himself close to the wall, he gripped the handicap bar for support and poked it through. He was rewarded by a warm, wet sensation that went from the mouth on the other side, to his dick.

He kept a firm grip on the handicap bar, lest his dick slip and scrape against the bent metal, while feeling a warm suction on his dick from the other side. He knew enough to keep an ear out for the sound of the door, which would signal the need for a very hasty retreat. Very soon, that familiar ache in his nuts started to make itself known..

After a minute or so more of sucking and stroking, he thought it only fair to give back for a while. He slowly extracted his dick from the hole, and poked his finger through it, to indicate he wanted to suck the other man’s dick.

He sat on the edge of the toilet, and heard him shuffle on the other side. He waited for the other guy to poke his pole through the hole. And when it did it was nice to look at--almost as big as his own with a nice, defined head. He grasped the meat and lowered his mouth on the tip. He took in the head and went to work.

After a few minutes, he pulled back and indicated he wanted me back. He went back to the position and his warm, wet mouth went to work again. Soon he was near that point of no return, that point when his nuts told him there’s no turning back.

He was ready to shoot, and wasn’t sure the other guy was the swallowing type, so he reluctantly extracted his member and let the other guy watch while he finished off in his own hand.

Evidently the other guy was also close, and started to shoot after just a few strokes of his own hand after watching. His cum splattered on the tile floor, a few large splots of white that quickly turned clear.

The deed done, they quickly exited, satisfied for another night. He took another trip back two days later and the hole was gone, replaced by a riveted stainless steel shield on both sides.

Craigslist #2 - Sorry To Tell You

2007-10-25T21:42:00.000-04:00

All right, here's a request his wife would surely approve of. And, of course he doesn't want to do any of those gay things like kiss a man. Jesus!

I am seeking a married man to suck on a regular basis - m4m - 44
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Date: 2007-10-25, 9:59AM EDTI am a clean cut professional married guy who would like to give oral to another married guy on a regular basis (no one time hook ups - no exceptions). Looking to hook up with a man who doesn't suck cock but enjoys receiving oral and does not mind that he is being sucked by another guy. Just looking for something casusal, I am pretty straight and masculine and I am not into kissing or fem stuff nor am I looking for a boyfriend. I am very discreet and require the same from you, I am disease free and need to stay that way so you need to be clean, and you need to know of a place to meet (and it can not be out behind a tree somewhere). I have a family too so times are limited but would like to meet like twice a week to keep you satisfied, but am willing to get together when ever you are horny and need release. I would prefer a cock that is cut. Your age and race are really no big issue, although 30-50 is preferred. I don't need a hard body guy but no one real obese.

On the other hand, he's pretty low maintenance--maybe I should send him a note....

No, not this time.

Veggie Curious

2007-10-18T07:59:00.000-04:00

“I want to try to be a vegetarian,” asked my boss. "What do they call that?"

“Veggie curious,” I replied.

Being veggie curious is where it’s at in my household, at least since child #2 decided to be a vegan last winter. Not being a total stranger to a vegetarian diet, more of a veggie-curious guy all along, I’ve been really enjoying cooking when she and her roommate come over.

She’s always amazed how I can toss together a little entrée in about ½ hour and I enjoy teaching her and her roommate about how to cook. Last week’s dinner included:

Stir fry: eggplant, mushrooms, onion, garlic, fresh yellow beans (microwave steamed for 6 min. before), purple bell pepper. Season with McCormick’s savory mix (mainly rosemary), salt and pepper. After veggies are stir fried, add ½ can of Ro-tel tomatoes with chiles.

While I made the stir fry, #2 made falafel from a mix. We never had them before, but they also turned out great. Nice, crispy and tasty—much better than a chicken nugget any day of the week.

Roommate assembled the salad (organic mix) with heirloom tomatoes

Bread (local bakery)

It was mighty tasty.

Having her over, cooking for her—cooking for others always puts a smile on my face.