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When receiving, I prefer a no hands technique. When giving; I do like a hand or hands to the back of the head and a moan or twelve.

I worked one summer as a Good Humor Man. I thought it would be a fun job, but I worked on commission and as a first year driver, I did not have a set route. Each work day I would go to the truck depot, get my ice cream out of my locker in the freezer, load up the truck and drive for 12 hours. In and out of the truck was great for the legs. Problem with not having a set route was timing. People were used to the truck arriving at a certain time, but I did not know the route, I had to continually check the route sheet and as a result I was off on my timing. I would get to a hot spot only to find Bungalow Bar truck there or a Mr. Softee. I would have to take a detour and then not know where I was going. Once my truck broke down, fortunately it was at a part so that turned out to be a great day. Harder job than you would think. Most annoying, people who could not decide which ice cream to get.

In my home, every year is the year of the dog. This year is Year of the Dog. More specifically the year of the Earth Dog. Eleventh in the Twelve year animal cycle and third in the 5 element cycles ( earth, fire, wood, metal and water.) For earth dogs out there, here are the general characteristics of earth dogs: Personality and Horoscope for the Earth Dog Earth dogs generally cannot inherit much wealth from their forefathers, so most of them rely on their own efforts; they have the ordinary luck in youth and it's hard for them to accumulate wealth; their luck becomes better in middle age and they have sound luck in old age. Earth dogs are broad-minded, faithful, considerate, well-disciplined and they stick to principles. Also, they are grateful, chivalrous, brave and have the courage to take the blame for what they do, thus it's easy for them to offend somebody. Earth dogs always have clear goals and they are self-poised towards success and failure, never compromising their conscience to do things. They are persistent and never give up. They believe in the life philosophy of taking their own road in a down-to-earth manner. Although earth dogs are very capricious sometimes, they never hurt others arbitrarily and they respect the other's position and attitude rather than forcing the other to accept their opinions. Earth dogs don't like to interfere in the life of others, vice versa. Earth dogs have the artistic spirit, so it's not suitable for them to work in industry and commerce circles with fierce competition and internal strife. It doesn't mean that their physical strength or fighting spirit is inferior to others, but their practice and personality cannot cater to others in this complicated society. In work, earth dogs are always meticulous and responsible and they are committed to their work and try their best to finish the work. Due to their serious and responsible attitude, they are more likely to succeed. In terms of love, earth dogs are tongue-tied in the face of their loved ones. The most headache thing for them is the romantic love because they don't know how to create the romantic atmosphere, or how to answer back when the partner takes the initiative. However, they will give all they have for their loved ones and they are very faithful. Generally, earth dogs have favorable luck in making money but they need to avoid the money matters between friends and sign the agreement in advance to avoid the unnecessary loss in cooperation.

Very endearing. The fact that they can't stay serious when delivering very cheesy lines gives a very human touch to them. Sexy and down to earth and those thighs, my oh my.

TB or not TB that never seems to be a question. It is all TB all the time. I am looking forward to my next encounter with the man with the Golden Guns.

Unfairly handsome.

Much more appealing than doggy style with an actual dog.

Thanks to you all. Starting this post allowed me to really get down and feel the loss. I am already feeling better, but I did get four bowls ready for dinner. I put his down in his spot anyway. After they were done, I let the other three eat it. Surprisingly, there was no fighting over it. Just the three of them sharing the meal. It was sweet.

Hmmm came up in my current posts Not sure how that happened. Thanks for correcting that.

Ben was born in the hills of West Virginia where he roamed and survived on skills learned and honed, until he was brought into the throes of civilization, at about the time of his first birthday. Civilization, being what it is, placed him in a cage and handed down a death sentence to be performed within 10 days. Such is the fate of millions of domestic animals in the US each year. Ben, his captive name and the only one he would have, waited for the death knell. Given what I came to know of his nature, he likely lay peacefully in the back of the cage and stayed a fair distance from anyone who might have the notion to spare him from this fate. Despite this, a group came and took him from the cage and brought him to Castle of Dreams. Castle of Dreams is not a Castle and it is not something many would find dreamy, but they do offer "3 hots and a cot" or more accurately, 1 cold and a hold. And for several months, he ate the one cold and stayed in his hold and waited for something different, something better. At Castle of Dreams, each rescued animal gets a title long with with the captive name and so brown dog #73 as he was originally known, became Sir Ben, knighted by the sword of fate that smote the lock of his death row cell and brought him to this place. Reports are that he interacted well with other dogs, but his interactions with humans was guarded and skittish. He was hand shy and cowered at loud noises and loud voices, even if directed elsewhere. I hate to consider what manner of nature, beast or man could instill such fear into the what I came to know as a serene soul wrapped in long brown fur and with one of the coldest noses to ever wake a man from a sound sleep. When I went to Castle of Dreams, it was to meet Princess Rose, a pretty lab mix puppy who caught my eye on a day I had the intestinal fortitude and the tissue supply necessary to go onto Petfinder. A phone call later and a marriage had been arranged. I was to meet the fair lady and whisk her off from her Castle to my Castle. The required two days passed and I arrived in my chariot to escort fair lady home. As fate would have it, another suitor suit her better and she was gone. However, Sir Ben was there, in the back of a cage which neighbored the cage that the Princess had vacated. He was offered as a sort of consolation prize and that is just what he was, a great prize of great consolation and just a bit unknowable. In the 14 or so years we shared a home, Ben never got over his fear of loud noises, and a hand raised to get a glass or swat a fly might send him skittering off, sliding on the tile floors which were never his friend. He joined the two other dogs living with me and he apprenticed himself, or more accurately he became squire to Fred, a large black street dog, likely a Newfoundland/Lab mix, who like Ben, led a life out on his own and who eventually allowed himself to let down his guard enough to live with me in out home. Street royalty brought in to teach others what can be accomplished from humble beginnings. Fred was old by this time and his time was short and so he quickly taught Ben the essentials. This is how we guard the perimeter. This is we mark our territory. This is our area for exercise and this is the area of hygienic purpose. Ben learned quickly. He slept with Fred, usually in a different room than I, while Rusty, the other dog sought solace in my bed and at my foot. They ate together, they played together. They huddled together in thunderstorms and then they said goodbye as I carried Fred out, an old soldier who had just no more life left. Ben became the pater familias to the other dogs that came into my home, and three of them have been lying silently in canine grief, near his spot on the couch. Anyone who has ever witnessed the loss of a pack member from a pack of dogs knows the real grief these animals feel and I think if dogs could cry, my home would be flooded and washed out to sea in the torrent of canine tears that these three would be shedding. As it is, my tears will have to be the outward sign of their inner angst and sadness. I will not go into great detail about Ben's life as a dog in my home. Suffice it to say, he was the most difficult of the pack to know. He would never take a treat first, even as four dogs looked up waiting to hear their name called, he would not take his first. If he name was called first, he would gently nuzzle away the offered treat until another name was called. After that, he was ready. It seemed he wanted to be sure that he was not being singled out for some special reward. That he wanted to be part of a team and that he would be assured that others were reaping rewards. Friday night I returned from work. I am dogsitting a friend's dog and when I came in, Ben did not get off the couch. I opened the door and let the others our and I patted him on the head and moved on the change my clothing. I came out and he was lying by the front door. He preferred the front area, but I usually did not indulge him in this foray around the main entrance area. This day, I did and upon opening the door he did get up to look and smell and guard and dig and do all manner of his usual activities. He stood up and then sat and then laid down again. He did not seem to be in pain, but he seemed tired. I thought, too much instruction for the guest puppy had tuckered him out. Later, he walked a few steps and again seemingly without pain, stopped and then lay down. Working on the theory that this was just old age muscles, I escorted him to my bed, gave him a non steroidal medication and a treat and left him lying there. Later, he left the bed and in the middle of the night, I saw him sitting by his water bowl, by water bowl I mean the bathroom toilet bowl. Though there were always plenty of water bowls around, Ben loved cold water. In the winter, a water bowl outside would be assiduously licked to unleash its cold refreshing liquid and at other times, the cold toilet water was his beverage of choice. He could not be dissuaded from this. This fount of cold water was his fount of life. That fateful night, he stood and took a few laps of water and then lay down on the bathroom rug. I pet his head and went to bed and two hours later I awoke and walked to check on him. I found him lying peacefully at that same spot. I stroked his head, there was barely a motion of the tail and then a sigh and then no more. I took some of the cold toiler water and swathed his lips. My only hope is that last drink was really cold and really refreshing. That the cold water brought to his mind the cold streams of the mountains of West Virginia and a puppyhood that shaped the dog that shared my life. I hope those last drops quenched the fires of fear that had slowly faded over the years and that in that final pet on the head, he was able to fully accept that he was worthy of a special reward. Thanks for sharing your life with me Ben. Last night I had a dream and this song played in it, and I think this was meant for you. I wont bore you all with the details of a golf game with donald trump which played a role in that same dream.

I am sorry you will not be posting but it is a lot of work. I for one enjoy them, so thank you for your efforts. I am unaware of any escorts passing, so if someone would PM me and let me know who, I would appreciate it. I have hired a bunch of men along the way and I hope they are all doing well.

All forum members and assorted guests are welcome as long as they notify in advance. I would love the see of the ladies attend. Women have attended this event in the past and they have also attended other forum get togethers, so it is possible that there may be attendance by some. I agree, they would be a refreshing addition.

I hope to meet you before either of us is a year older. Is Palm Springs a possibility? If so, perhaps we can arrange a special BD belated present.

Just goes to prove that anyone can become a celebrity in the US. All you need to do is sell yourself and....oh.....sell your soul. Where was Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan? Omarosa is there so why not not Carville? Brandy Granville is there so why not add in Leeann Rimes? Now that is a show that might be worth watching,

Omarosa is one of the "celebrities"on the first edition of "Celebrity" Big Brother. Best part of the evening was when, after she told a youngish Teen Show Celebrity that she was on the first year of the Apprentice. He asked her who she was Apprenticed to, and she said donald trump. He kind of nodded his head and walked off. He seemed to have no insight into who she was but even less insight into who donald trump was. So this will probably be an interesting guilty pleasure. No hot male celebrities however.

Yes fuck with them would have been more inclusive. Thanks for the tweek.

Hard to believe you know nothing about camping natesf, I could swear that in DC you constructed quite an impressive tent in a very short period of time. Seems that you managed to get the fires burning quickly and that you had figured out how to keep warm during a long night in the dark.

My expectation is that I will be naked. The only discussion about when pants will come off should be about his pants not mine.

I enjoy hiring handsome men with great bodies and clever wits and great intelligence primarily to fuck them. I love the companionship, but I have dogs. I love the conversation, but I have Alexa. I love the intelligence, but I have google. I love the company, but I have many great books. But I can't fuck books, google, Alexa or (for me anyway) my dogs and so I hire escorts " and that has made all the difference."

While this sounds promising, this could be a tale Of Mice and Men. Effectiveness in mice does not necessarily mean success in humans. Side effects in mice might not represent what will happen in humans. Usually, unless there is unmistakeable evidence of effectiveness, this kind of treatment, even if effective might take years to develop into a safe protocol for humans. However, the concept of immune boosting has been around for awhile, but mostly as a targeted specific immune booster against a particular tumor antigen. This method suggests that therapy may not need to be precise and that a broad spectrum approach might be viable without the damaging of healthy cells. Certainly bears watching.

Oh no not at all. As in my little tale (tail) of intrigue on the Empire State, there was no nakedness at all except for naked lust.

Oh having public sex on the top of the Empire State Building is out of the comfort zone of most, but the scenario was contrived to titillate and to suggest that naked is not always need as a top. Still by your age, one would expect you would know what you like and go from there. So for your next birthday (boxcars?) I will be a bit less obvious and a little more inventive as you have now given us some fodder with which to work. Once again, Happy Birthday

March in the OC A day trip out the Catalina. A day a Laguna. Perhaps a trip to the Temecula wineries. San Diego is a doable drive. Beach, boating, booty. Bazinga.

Happy birthday. I do have one question though, do you really need to be naked. I mean, you are standing at the observation deck of the Empire State Building, you sidle up to an attractive back of a man. You have not seen his face, just his rear, You stand behind him, and then move a bit closer. You feel his ass move back and touch your cock. You move in just a bit closer. You start to slowly grind him and he starts to grind back into you. He removes his shirt from his pants and uses the shirt tails to hide his lowering of his pants. You reach forward and find his smooth ass and gently move his underwear to one side. Then you slide down your zipper and carefully pull out your hard cock and begin to grind your naked cock against his ass. After a short period of time, the head of your cock finds his hole and you feel him lean a bit forward to give you better access. Some hand applied spit is all you need to lube the head of your cock and slide it into him. The excitement is too much to bear and a few strokes results in him giving out a short groan and a tightening of his body. This leads your thighs to tighten and your ass to clench and then a warm shower of your cum trickles out from his ass. You slide your slowly softening cock into your pants and zip up. He tucks his shirt and you walk to the elevator. Will he follow you and the beginning or will he stand motionless, knowing that this is the end? See, no one was naked.

They might have gotten a better review had they, instead of Crocodile Dundee, used Priscilla Queen of the Desert. That could have been some funny shit.