Happy 2020!

Indianapolis—December, 2019

My work this year in Indiana was rather stressful.  I really let it get to me and developed major knots in my neck.  I remembered a gay masseur on the hook up site that lets business folk post ads.  I looked him up and we talked price—and I booked 90 minutes on his table.

Joe was a man of my age, doing massage whenever he felt like it.  I greeted his big dog, once she stopped barking, and made friends as I took off my winter jacket.  Joe took me upstairs and told me to strip—as did he in his bedroom across the landing.  I lay down on my stomach on his heated massage table.

I began being slathered in hot coconut oil.  He worked my shoulders forever.  He was not about to be defeated by the number of knots.  And he won.  Mostly.  Joe took a piss break—and I suddenly felt a tongue on my shoulder.  It was the dog.  She loved the coconut oil and a new man to lick when her dad was out of the room.

She ran away the moment Joe returned and he did the rest of my back, thighs and feet.  His touch was strong and just what I needed.  I was flipped.  Face, chest, arms, legs were all covered in hot oil and kneaded.  Of course I got hard as he did my perineum and my balls.  He oiled up his hands and jerked me—two handed.  It felt great.  But I didn’t want to cum.  I told him so—that I would tense right back up if I shot.

This didn’t turn into a hook up.  So why is it here?  Because it was incredibly sensual and arousing.  And that’s what I document in my life.  (And did I just write about my first canine scene??)

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Here it is 2020. 

I still enjoy sharing my varied sex life with you all.  So where do we go from here?

Well, readership has never been higher.  And that's great.

I am still one month behind in my sharing.  (It used to be 8 to 10 weeks, so that’s great.)  I don’t think I ever want to write it up the next day—I want the time to let it percolate in my mind.

I will keep trying for more pictures/videos of the sex as it happens.  Of course, if I’m playing in any kind of sex venue that can’t happen.  Even when the willing man and I are alone, it sometimes seems to break the momentum of the scene to find the camera.  Not to mention my hands are often incredibly greasy…

This year there will be a huge life change with my ‘real’ job at the end of summer.  I guess it is retirement, though I will still be jobbing out for short times throughout the country.  This may mean more time to play, more trips to cities farther away and even more things to report.  So 2020 looks wildly exciting—and just a little bit scary…

I wish every reader a prosperous and happy New Year! 

2020?  Really?  Already??

Well, bring it on.  I can’t wait!