Just a quick post --

Ian and I are leaving for home after breakfast.  It's been great visiting the family in Oklahoma, but it's time to get back to NYC and work!

We've decided to take I-40 to Columbus, Ohio then go the rest of the way on I-70.  We should be home sometime Sunday, so I'll post when we get back!

In the meantime, have a great weekend!

Hanging Out With Family

Ian and I were supposed to get to my Great-aunt Sarah’s around dinnertime on Tuesday, but about a half-hour outside of Memphis, Ian convinced me to take some back roads heading west instead of taking I40 all the way to Frederick since we really didn’t have a set itinerary.  Besides, taking the back roads afforded us some really beautiful views.  I agreed and phoned Great-Aunt Sarah to tell her that we were gonna be delayed a day or two.

We had lunch outside Little Rock at this little BBQ place that we just happened upon.   I had some really good fried catfish and Ian had some pulled pork.  There was, of course, the requisite fries and onion rings and the portions were fairly generous.

Late in the afternoon we decided to stop at the Best Western in Hugo for the night and have dinner at a local Mexican restaurant.  Since there was no pool, we spent the rest of the night in our room getting hot and sweaty.  We were back on the road the next morning after breakfast.  It wasn’t the fanciest of places to stay bur the room was clean and inexpensive.

Turner Falls, Oklahoma

Wednesday, we drove for a few hours stopped at this gorgeous park outside of Davis, OK called Turner Falls a little before lunchtime and spend a few hours there swimming and just enjoying the sights.  Around three in the afternoon, we started driving toward Frederick again.  Three hours later, we were driving down Gladstone Ave, through the heart of Frederick.

Once we got to Frederick, I called Great-Aunt Sarah to tell her we were about a half-hour away and to double-check the directions.  We got to my great-aunt’s a little after 7, and after a few minutes saying hello to everyone, we sat down to a wonderful country dinner.  We sat around the table after dinner talking for hours.

Around 10:30, Great-Aunt Sarah decided it was late and left to go to bed.  “You remember where the guest room is,” was all she said as she left us in the family room.  God bless her; she reminds me so much of Grandma.  Ian and I turned in a little bit later. 

The last time I stayed with Great-Aunt Sarah, I helped out with some of the morning chores and this time was no different.  I got up about 5:30, put on jeans, my boots and a tee-shirt then went downstairs and out to the barn to help feed the cows.  After that I helped feed the chickens and collect the eggs.  Ian was amazed when I came in an hour later.

“Who would have thought my boyfriend knew his way around a farm!” he said as I washed up before breakfast.

After breakfast, I helped with other odd chores and by lunch I was tired, but it was a good tired.

After lunch, a few of Great-Aunt Sarah’s grandsons stopped by to take me and Ian to the swimming hole.  I introduced Ian to my cousins Clay, Trace, Tom, Robbie, Brad and Ryan.  They had their trucks all loaded up with beers and snacks.  Ian and I hopped into the cab of Clay’s truck and on the way to the swimming hole Clay and I caught up a bit.  He told me he was seeing someone from the local fire department.

We had loads of fun skinny-dipping and hanging out with my cousins. 

 

We headed back to Great-Aunt Sarah’s about 5 and when we got there several other of my cousins were there.  We had a great time; it was like a party out on the lawn!  One of the boys got the grill fired up and we had an awesome barbecue that lasted well past dark!  As the evening turned to night, some of my older cousins, Great-Aunt Sarah’s kids, showed up and stayed a couple of hours.

Friday night, Clay and his boyfriend, Mike, took me and Ian into Oklahoma City to The Copa at The Habana Inn and afterward we all crashed at Mike’s place since it was nearly 3 a.m.!  Not that we got much sleep, mind you.  Clay and Mike had been making out all night and once we got back to Mike’s place, it only escalated!  The four of us had partied hard and were naked in no time and doing what young gay men do the world over.  Not that I’m blaming what happened on the drinks, neither Ian nor I had had all that much, but I did feel a little bad for Mike – he woke up with a major hangover and could not look either me or Ian in the eye when we left a little after noon.

(And yes, for all of you out there reading, Mike had a generous supply of condoms, and they were used.)

After morning chores yesterday morning, cows and chickens don’t take Sundays off, we had breakfast as usual and then Jimmy, Great-Aunt Sarah’s youngest son picked her up to take her to church.  While they were gone, Ian and I hung out with some of the boys for a few hours at the swimming hole.  We had another barbecue last night, but this time everyone was there, including Clay’s boyfriend.  There was much laughing and sharing family stories.  Someone had brought a football, so that got tossed around for a while and then Robbie took out his guitar and started singing.  Sometime around 11, the family started saying their good-nights.  Ian and I stayed up a little while longer, enjoying the peace and quiet of the star-filled night.

Still On The Road

Just checking in to let you know we're still on the road.  We spent about ten hours on Sunday simply driving, taking turns, switching off every couple of hours.  We spend Sunday night at Spruce Pine Campground and since it was still early in the season, the owners gave a really nice secluded site that wasn't too far from the showers.  After we set up our tent, we walked around a bit, just taking in the peacefulness of our surroundings.  When we got back to our tent, spent a little bit of time getting dinner cooked.  I will admit, we kind of burned the hot dogs, but the beans cooked just fine.  After dinner we just sat around outside the tent and looked at the scenery.

We checked out early and after about an hour on the road stopped for breakfast and got a few sandwiches to go.  We arrived in Nashville a little after lunch and checked into a Days Inn near the Ryman Auditorium.  That was yesterday.  Today we took in some of the sights and, since we're already over our daily budget, we're just gonna relax, take a dip in the pool and have dinner.  We'll be checking out in the morning and taking I40 all the way to Frederick and hopefully we'll be at Great-Aunt Sarah's by dinnertime!

I'll be checking in with y'all in a couple of days.

We're Leaving Tomorrow

for Oklahoma. Ian's never been further west than New Jersey and he's thrilled to be going on this road trip!  We thought about simply driving down to Frederick and the agent at the AAA office I stopped in on Thursday to get some maps told me it would be a 28 or 30 hours trip if we decided not to stop, but I don’t want to race there.  This is supposed to be a fun little excursion, so I convinced Ian we needed to get some camping equipment, like a tent and sleeping bags so we could at least sleep (and maybe fuck) under the stars at least once.  

We’ll be leaving fairly early since I want to avoid as much traffic out of the city as possible but the big question will be whether we decide to turn south and follow I95 to North Carolina and then head west following I40 or west on I70 to St. Lewis and then turn south on I44.

I guess it all depends on what Ian and I decide tonight.

I’ll post again in a few days but in the meanwhile, I thought I’d post a few photos of some guys who decided to do their camping au natural.  

Getting Ready for the Road Trip

This spur-of-the-moment trip to see my cousins in Oklahoma has been taking a bit more preparation than I thought it would.  We needed to suspend our mail delivery, newspaper and our cable service, make sure all the food in the fridge was non-perihsable (so we've been eating like kings the last few days) and get our neighbor to water our indoor plants and do some yardwork while we're gone.

But the most fun thing we did was get the car ready -- we actually washed it!  It was so much fun, expecially when I dumped the bucket of soapy water over Ian's head and got him soaked!  He just stripped to his tight red bikini briefs right there in the driveway!  And man, was he HARD!  I mean, his cock was straining to bust out of that thing! Talk about being HOT!  I had to control myself and not rip those things off with my teeth and take him right there!  So I grabbed him by the crotch, lead him to a secluded spot in the backyard and went to town on that sweet cock of his!

Maybe these photos will get you in the mood too!

Going to Frederick, OK

I've been thinking about my cousins a lot in recent weeks and I realized it's been nearly two years since I was there last, and that was for a funeral. So Ian and I talked about it and made some phone calls. We're heading out for a visit at the end of the week. We'll be driving, so I may not be able to post much until we get to Frederick.

But all this thinking about my cousins and talking to Ian about going to Oklahoma has gotten me in a cowboy mood and the only way to satisfy that yearning is to put on some Brad Paisley, Montgomery Gentry, Trace Adkins, Toby Keith, and Kenny Chesney on the stereo; hog-tie Ian after some naked rough-housing and wrestling and see where that leads.

Now, I know that Ian and I will enjoy some late-nights at the swimming hole, but would it be wrong if cousin Clay joined in?  And before any of you object, Ian and I have had plenty of three-ways (even before Billy was in the picture) but we haven't had any since.  I guess it's something Ian and I should discuss before the situation presents itself.

Anyway, thinking about going to Oklahoma and all the good ol' boys that are there made me want to share some of my favorite cowboy pictures with you.  Enjoy.

Hot Men, No Full Frontal

Let's face it, sometimes, especially in late spring and summer, it's nice to sit back in a semi-public place and oogle the shirtless hunks that pass by, secure in their masculinity and sexuality.  They don't care who looks at them -- men, women, gay, straight -- it doesn't matter to them; they just want to be admired for the hours of hard work they put in at the gym or doing manual labor. 

Their rock-hard guns, chiseled chests and tight six-packs are on display and if their jeans or shorts sag a little and we get a glimpse of ass or pubes, so much the better!

Then there are the guys who like to show off their ink.

And what about the guys you cruise?  They wait in a semi-public place and wait for you to make a move when they give you the signal they're interested -- a knowing nod, a hip-thrusted stance, a self-grope. 

At the beach, these hot men are on full display wearing only a little swimsuit to cover up in polite society.  But that little swimsuit only accentuates what is being concealed and it doesn't take much sometimes for that little swimsuit to come off.

Then there are the risk-takers.  Those men who don't really give a fuck.  Dressed in chaps and a woven-metal jockstrap, or skin-tight spandex that shows off every hard muscle, they wear as little or as much as they please, in the hopes of getting a rise out of the people passing by. 

But what about the less-public places or even the private ones?

Have you ever caught a hunky neighbor doing his yard work in nothing by his thread-bare gym shorts or laying out in the sun in his wet underwear after a quick dip in the pool?

Ever fantasize about strippers?  They shimmy and shake it for us but it's 'look, don''t touch'.  Ever thought about a private, one-on-one, show where the rules get ignored when the costume comes off? 

Of course there are the nearly-naked; the guys in the gym who walk around partly-dressed in only a shirt, hiding their junk as if the fact they're hiding it with their hand makes it totally invisible -- out of sight, out of mind.

But perhaps best and riskiest of all, it the guy who walks down the street with his shirt unbuttoned and his jeans only half-zipped so you get not only a glimpse of chest and abs, but one of pubes and cock shaft.

Into the Woods . . .

Way back when, a little while after I first came out to myself, I would often go to Forest Park after school and on the weekends to troll the cruising areas.  Sometimes nothing would happen, but more often than not, I would come upon some random stranger who was willing to have me suck him off.  I was kind of stupid back then, not even thinking about catching an STD, but that was also part of the thrill -- meeting a stranger, doing the wordless dance, pulling his pants down or his cock out and getting going to town, sucking him off and making him cum without actually swallowing.

So it is the spirit of cruising I present these pictures.  Enjoy!

The Sexiest Time of Day

The sexiest time of day is the morning -- that moment between full sleep and full wakefulness when the dream world and the real world are the same.  Sometimes I watch Ian sleeping.  I watch the soft rise and fall of his chest and the way his flaccid cock and his balls move.  To me, that's sexy and it gets me hard every time.  Even thinking about it gets me hard and makes me wish he were here and naked with me so I could grab his ass, pull him closer to me and take his soft cock into my mouth and make him hard.  But he's not here right now.  I think I'll get undressed, get under the blankets and wait for him to come home.

In the meanwhile, enjoy these wakeful sleepers.