Weights, Water and Wow

Weights are essential to muscle building so I'm always working to tone and define my chest, arms and core. I'm at the gym and working free weights and machines to get my body from ripe to rip. Of course I'm wearing a sleeveless shirt to show off the little work I do see in my arms along with a pair of grey Champion shorts with no underwear of course including a cock ring that makes my bulge protrude forward and bounce with every push of the 90 pounds I'm working with. The mirrors are my friends and because I’m working out on machines close to the water fountain I’m playing the part well. After each set I go to the water fountain along with all the other rats. I notice one guy taking advantage of a personal trainer making more than the usual trips to the water fountains and eyeballing my nice thick bulge. I continue to work out pretending that I'm not up to my dirty deeds. Then I recognize another admirer who is eyeballing me almost in a trance like way. He gets up and goes through this door that is next to the water fountain. He's away for about 4 minutes then he returns. I just finished with a set and sit there recovering my 60 to 90 seconds recommended by all the men’s fitness magazines. He's in a trance again and this causes my cock to do a salute into a full tent mode so I just sit there because if I stood it would be too obvious. Of course here come trainee again he is so thirsty for my cock and not the water he pretends to need. Now that he's gone Trance gets up and goes through the doors again but this time makes eye contact with me. So seconds later I follow to find out what is behind this door. Once behind the door I realize it’s a small hallway with an emergency exit and a restroom. The door is ajar so I walk in and he's at the sink washing his hands. "Excuse me" I say but he says come on in and immediately locks the doors. He grabs for my cock so I drop my shorts and he puts my cock in his mouth and works me overtime. I make him stop because I don’t want to cum and he takes his cock out and I'm obliged to return the favor. I work him overtime very rapidly and he pulls away and drops his load in the toilet. "Can you cum for me?" he asks. I begin stroking and it didn’t take long for our cum to become float buddies in the toilet water below. He washes up, leaves and I do the same 3 minutes later. I'm so bad in a good way.

Worked Out

After a nice work out of cardio and weights I was looking forward to retiring in the suana to give my body some much needed relief. I grabbed a couple of towels and found me a nice spot in the corner where I laid one towel down on the bench and used the other as a pillow for head support which means I'm totally naked. Initially I had the room to myself but my pheremones must have been strong because others came out of nowhere. Some of the others were old, young, and of various races so out of respect I sat up and covered my midsection. The heat was too overwhelming for many so they fell off like the autumn leaves. This left me, an older Cary Grant (ish) type and an Argentina type. I felt comfortable and removed the towel from my midsection and Argentia begin to stroke underneath his towel and Cary was already naked and I noticed he held inside a small towel a container of baby oil. I knew it was on so I begin stroking with Cary to the left of me and Argentina on the lower bench. Cary moved closer to my left while Argentina kept an eye on me and the door. Cary moved closer while grabbing my cock and lubricating it wih baby oil. He stroked and stroked and then commanded "do it, cum...do it I say cum". I threw my head back and relaxed the arch in my back and enjoyed his message and he continued to lubricate my cock more with oil and stroked even harder. Argentina exclaimed "damn that is nice, shit dude". I let out a great sigh and came and he pulled on my cock to make sure every drop was visible to him and Argentina. Cary left the room and I followed shortly leaving Argentina alone to use the images to bust his load. What a great work out!

Often on my explorations, I would pass by the cruisee and would exchange a nod and a glance. The first few times I thought his glance meant "I'm not interesting and don't go there". But then I began to detect something else in his eyes. Something that reminded me of a dog in heat. It was hunger that I saw. And being a hungry, attention-starved person myself, I gave him back the same look he gave me. It happened when I went into the men's room. I'd passed the cruisee and went to my stall and at that moment he peered over the stall. He was salivating, breathing hard and constantly looking down at my crotch. It was expected considering the situation. His behavior made me realize it was now or never so I moved back from the stall and he got a clear view of his subject, my manhood. He dropped to his knees and devoured by penis. Deep throat, lollypop, deep throat, lollypop.....It turned out to be one of the most excellent blow jobs I've every had.

Inspired by Augusten Burroughs book 'MagicalThinking'

Beat It

Did you know that most guys in long-term relationships continue to masturbate-even when they're having regular sex? A 1994 study found that nearly 85 percent of men living with a sexual partner masturbate, compare with only 45 percent of women.

And while the cliche' is that it's the sex-starved husband who is driven to furtively spending some "me" time in the bathroom, research shows that most men's masturbation habits have nothing to do with how often they have sex.

Masked

The only place where I had ever found any real pleasure in these encounters was in Washington, during my law school years. At the juncture of Sixth and I Street, just around the corner from the federal and local courthouses of Judiciary Square, stood an abandoned synagogue….Between the synagogue and the building next door was a narrow alley that led to the parking lot and the long-forgotten gardens behind the temple. Every night, rain or shine, this hidden pocket of Washington filled with men just like me-some older, some even younger, but almost all of them wearing business suits and, on most of their left hands, proof that they’d made the same compromises I had. This was no gay bar with its Village People counterculture, no Times Square with its desperation and prostitution. We were the power brokers and backroom operatives and future leaders of America. We just happen to be gay. Well, not gay, exactly. In the abbreviated conversation that passed as dialogue between us, no one back behind the synagogue ever described himself that way to me. Long before the African American community coined the term to describe a world of men who mostly pass as straight but sneak sex with other men, we were on the down low-as men of all races have been for hundreds of years.
Excerpt from The Confession by James C. McGreevey

Autumn's Fall

You’re no spring chicken and that’s obvious but you’re still sexy.
The gray hair makes you look more than distinguished actually rather delicious. The slight wrinkles underneath your eyes indicate wisdom and I see the wonder. Your movements aren’t quick but the precision tells me that you’re experienced in all the good ways. The slimness in your thighs and the agility in your knees are so captivating. Be not dismayed because I see you and admire you even though you people don't notice often; I do. I want you for all these reasons and more. You’re no spring chicken and that obvious but you’re still sexy.
Inspired by the older gentlemen I saw this morning on the bus commute to work.

Adventure

He was so beautifully handsome. He looked like he was made out of the finest leather. He ran so casually sexy it almost made me sick that it was done so effortlessly. His eyes were the color of an exotic beach secluded off of the Pacific shore. His chest was as plump as a ripe peach and his stomach rippled similar to a massive lake kissed by brisk winds. The sheen of sweat on his naked upper torso made me thirsty and caused me to salivate.

I captured his image and later retrieved it during my time alone. He helped me reach heights that I wished would never end. Once I came down off this high I thought he was so beautifully handsome and he never knew that I admired him or that I even existed.

Style

Tom Ford does it again. Though these pictures were taken over 3 years ago they still causes a rise in the right place. Men are visual and I definitely like what I see. Can I have some?

Scrumptious

Such a delicious piece of eye candy. What a refreshing specimen. Thanks to W Magazine for this exceptional spread. Only in USA can one fantasize about such an explosive guy. Congrats to the Mrs. good catch!

Now I'm a hockey fan

MVP on the Soapnetwork...a must show to checkout.

Starring Dillion Casey...my new best friend =)

Autographs

The weather is hot and so am I. I have been freeballing (going commando) in light color summer friendly pants and love keeping my admirers pleased to see me cuming :)

I give autographs out all day. My autographs are given whenever I get admirers who give me more attention than the average fan.

I was in the store the other day after working out...wearing a sleeveless tee and Riddel shorts without underwear and my boy was hanging and bouncing ever so greatly. I caught this cute Puerto Rican guy following me around casually and enjoying my package. I love it.

I see alot of you are enjoying reading my blog...let me know what your thinking. Are there any subjects you would like to see me discuss...email me.

Let it hang! (apourhomme@hotmail.com)

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You are such a whore over there in the park with those jeans on letting it all hang out. Walking like you normally wouldn’t walk just to entice someone..oh..oh…you got a catch, a bite..mature, bald, grey beard, slim, Italian, he’s looking, can't say or do much, because he's with a crowd but he whips out his cell to take a picture. Closer a little bit closer, there.. so you pose, oh boy do you pose. Get a good shot it is all for you. Pictures taken, lips licked, posing over, deal done. Oh boy you’re such a whore. A nice whore, a working whore and intellectual whore. Maybe one day you will change and become a changed whore, a saved whore ...yet and still a whore.

Kiss me on my neck

I want somebody to walk up behind me

And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
Where are you with your supple creamy lips
I know that you secretly want to touch my sunkissed skin

I want somebody to walk up behind me

And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck
Be gentle and soft then caress this juicy full moist gateway to my heart
My brown skin eagerly awaits to be touched by your paleness

Been such a long timeI forgot that I was fine
Remebering the time I kissed you and how
Lush, wet and intoxicating it made me feel
I want somebody to walk up behind me

And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck

I’m waiting. Don’t let fear keep you captive, reach out to me.

apourhomme@hotmail.com

Inspired by Erykah Badu ‘Kiss my on my neck’

Can I have a kiss?

Excuse me for this I just want a kiss

I just want to know what it feels like to touch your lips
What does it feel like to stand close to you and

feel your breathe against my breathe
We could be lovely given the chance
I see your excitement in your hands
Can I give you a kiss?

~Inspired by Kelly Clarkson’s Can I have a kiss

Lets Hang

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