KrisParr

“Home Game” - a multi part series on really obscure sporting events around the world. Even if you’re not much of a sports fan, these are very interesting stories. My favorite is the Italian calcio storico- the first episode. Actually, some nice eye candy in that one. Very well done, entertaining, not lengthy, and certainly a change of pace.

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My sister was driving and I was in the passenger seat of her car. We had just finished dinner and she was backing up, not paying any attention and hit a guardrail with a terrific thud. She yelled, “Holy Fuck!” And then said, “you know, now that I’ve started going back to church, I don’t swear any more. Before, I’d probably have really let it fly.” I said, “good for you”.

For a whole bunch of reasons, Firefox is safer. Edge and Chrome, among others, have a nasty habit of secretly watching you just like a nosey neighbor, whereas Firefox could care less. And it’s free.

intense regeneration? Hell, maybe I ought to get some. Thanks for the info.

Okay, if you insist. At this point, I was still a little unsure of my sexuality. I had dated women (yes, screwed) however, my “bi” line was ever growing. I’d done a bit of oral with dudes, but not much else. My mentor traveled a lot and had quite a collection of fragrances, etc. and was particularly fond of La Mer face cream. One day we were about to get down to business when he asked me to massage his phallus with the cream. But of course, with pleasure, monsieur. Next, he flipped over and had me rub some of the luxurious stuff between his cheeks and on the inside. By this time I was at full mast and in return, he spread a nice little dab of it on my dick. It didn’t take a split second to figure out what was coming next (pun fully intended) as I gladly slid into him. Like dipping into a warm, velvet sleeve, he sucked me in and I never wanted to leave. But when you’re 20, and full of juice, it’s not always easy to slow down a moving train. Let’s just say it was a top-notch explosive experience that got repeated many times. Can you still buy La Mer?

During the summer before my senior year in college, I worked at a large hotel in downtown Cincinnati as a night auditor at the front desk. The resident manager was in his 50s and was as handsome as he was gregarious. Right after I started working, one evening the office manager asked me to stick around because the boss wanted to have breakfast with me when my shift ended at 7. Cutting to the chase, he made it abundantly clear that he saw “special” qualities in me and hoped I realized just how helpful he could be with my future career. I was a swimmer, and so was he, which made our frequent dips in the hotel indoor pool a lot of fun. Terribly naive, I fell for his offer and we started meeting in his apartment a couple of mornings a week. Within a few days, after some arm stroking and a few lingering shoulder pats, I knew something was up. One morning, when I knocked, he invited me to come on in, as he was just stepping out of the shower, and needed a towel. (Cue the cameras, action!) I’ll spare you the sordid details, but for the remainder of the summer, let’s just say that his tutelage and mentoring opened up a whole new world. Alas, summer ended and I was back off to campus. Of course, we had a few holiday visits, but by spring, he had moved on to another city and I never heard from him again. Thank you, Leonard, wherever you are - I’ll never forget your classic Dunhill cologne and cigarettes. So did this romp qualify as escorting? Let’s just say that I had no financial issues for quite some time.

Cute smile from what we can see. Of course, we will need details.

Let me see if I can grab that baseball with my teeth first ...

Since COVID-19, and having curtailed my hiring/dating life, my self-pleasuring activities have definitely increased. Of course, they’re nowhere near the level of my college days (sometimes 2+ times a day), but certainly more than 6 months ago. I’m sure the porn sites have seen a big jump in access, and I’m grateful for the gentlemen who frequently post links for us lonely souls on this board. So what say ye, men. Are you spanking it more than ever? About the same? Not so much? Or are you seeing just how long you can go without draining the sack?

But those, those, lips .... sigh

OMG - what a delicious-looking man — woof

I believe this is the opening slide of the PowerPoint presentation?

Several times I’ve invited the person with whom I’m about to feast upon to join me in the shower. It’s fun to lather him up with a great smelling invigorating gel and that will ensure a clean, delicious location to lick. Let the warm shower water flow down between his cheeks gently - and/or use a hand-held shower wand to stimulate that area in between tongue darts. Many a sumptuous ass dinner started off in the bath. And yes, light some candles. Wine? Why, of course. But only in a non-glass container.

Several times I’ve invited the person with whom I’m about to feast upon to join me in the shower. It’s fun to lather him up with a great smelling invigorating gel and that will ensure a clean, delicious location to lick. Let the warm shower water flow down between his cheeks gently - and/or use a hand-held shower wand to stimulate that area in between tongue darts. Many a sumptuous ass dinner started off in the bath. And yes, light some candles. Wine? Why, of course. But only in a non-glass container.

My first plunge between the cheeks happened many years ago when I had a “date” with a college-aged escort at his place. The only furniture in his apartment was a sheet-covered mattress on the floor in the living room, and not much else. He was gorgeous with curly golden hair and chiseled bod. I was new to the game and so was he. After a little hug and kiss, he reclined on the “bed” where I proceeded to give him my best oral effort on his magnificent tool. After a bit, my jaw was getting a little tired so we took a break. A beer later, we were ready to resume when he flipped over. I was more than ready to oblige in the traditional style when he asked me to eat his ass. Holy shit - er, uh, I mean, okay, why not. I started with some long licks down the crack and it was great. But then he took his fingers and spread those plump buns wide open and hell, I nose-dived right on in. I ate him like a sweet melon, and his encouragement never stopped. Finally, he was practically begging for phallic penetration which I gladly provided. We met several more times, and each ass buffet just got better and better. Has been a regular menu item since then. Which reminds me, I hope Victor Powers is reading this.

“Hushed“ phone app - cheap, been using it for a few years - check it out. $29 for an annual plan is damn cheap - I use it for my, ahem, rentals. If you catch my drift.

I enjoyed Sean immensely- amazingly so.

I thoroughly enjoy eating my partner‘s rear, or anyone else‘s, for that matter. My turn on is almost completely derived from giving pleasure rather than dominance. The more the recipient moans and holds me down, the more I get into it. Before the current situation, when I was still renting men, a very well-known escort told me that my butt chomping skills were the best he’d ever experienced. And I’d like to believe that there was a shred of truth in his statement.

As a former college educator, I can attest to absolutely dozens of exquisite male students who sat under my tutelage. And many of them had me as their advisor. There were three or four in particular that were model-level quality that I would have given anything to pursue. And it didn’t help that most of them were at school on athletic scholarships. I suppose the hope of tenure, and pesky things like morals, etc. got in the way as well. That was about the time I discovered online escorts and 3-day weekends out of town. Fond memories indeed.

Decided to take a late afternoon jog and noticed that the running track at the local college was open. It had been closed since I don’t know when. As I rounded the second turn, a group of about 20-something’s in mostly skins and shorts took to the field for a little spring football practice. So, as any fan would do, I took a bleacher seat and gazed on some ruggedly handsome athletes as the sun bore down. One of the coaches was within ear-shot and he confirmed this was their second official early practice and right now, football season is on! Hot damn! I pride myself in being an ardent athletic supporter in many ways.

Shovel buddy? Interesting term. Several years ago, when I was still teaching at a small college, I became good friends with my department chair. He was bi and we had lots of interesting chats but never anything beyond that. He was married to a woman who knew about his rainbow side, and supposedly their children were unaware. He died in a car crash and a few months after his passing, his window contacted me. She was friendly and asked me to drop by sometime for a visit. When I did, she presented me with a box and told me it contained some of her husband‘s collection that she thought I’d like to have. She said it was a box of audio recordings, musical scores, some performance programs, etc. I thanked her and left. After sifting through the items, when I got home, near the bottom of the stack, were some of the most hard-core gay porn I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot. To this day, I still wonder if she knew what was in the box, or just glanced inside without delving deeper. Yeah, my friend should have had a shovel buddy. And now that I’m thinking about it ...