Yesterday Was Father’s Day

and it was my brother’s first without our father.  I’ve had years without my father, so it wasn’t such a big deal for me, but I still remember what it was like that first Father’s Day after he left.  I was both sad and angry and wondered what I had done to make him go away.  I know now that it wasn’t my fault, but that doesn’t help the little kid in me who wishes he had a father while growing up.  In a way I envy T.J. – he had the father I didn’t have.  But yesterday was not a good day for T.J.  He basically spent the day in his room.  I went to him around lunchtime and found him watching DVDs of him and Dad and he was crying as he watched them, but he was smiling too.  I ended up staying with him for hours watching those home movies, laughing at T.J.’s antics when he was little and crying at all the happy memories he had that I didn’t.  T.J.’s mom was in a lot of the videos too and she was beautiful.  I can see why Dad fell in love with her.  But I couldn’t let T.J. wallow in his room all day.  I convinced him to go out for some air and the two of us spent some time together bonding as brothers.  I decided to treat him to a movie so I took him to the city and we caught “Man of Steel” in IMAX 3-D.  It was pretty good, but honestly, nothing that hasn’t been done before.  Afterward, we went to Five Guys for burgers – best burgers ever!  After we got back, T.J. went up to his room and I headed to the living room to watch some TV before the season premiere of “True Blood”.  Halfway up the stairs, T.J. stopped and called out to me.  He thanked for taking him to the movie then sucker punched me.  “It was something Dad would have done,” he said.  “You’re gonna be a great dad someday.”  Then he went upstairs and closed his door.  I sat on the couch and cried.  Do I even want to be a father?

It's Friday Afternoon,

and I'm looking forward to the weekend.  The weather has been so bad lately -- cold and rainy -- more like October than June and I want to enjoy some sun!  I going to try to convince Ian to go to Forest Park with me, find a secluded spot and have a bit of fun!  I used to go to Forest Park's cruising grounds when I was younger and had several memorable encounters there.  Getting Ian to go to the park won't be difficult but it may be more of a challenge to get him to go all natural, if you know what I mean.  When I used to come upon guys in the cruising grounds it was exciting, and knowing that anyone could come upon us, watch or possibly even join us made it that much more intense!  If I can convince Ian, I know it will be so much fun!  Maybe if I tied him to a tree???

Random Men Outside

Ian’s Story, Part Four

No introduction to this one (unless you count this).  It's about me and Billy.

Garth and Billy

It’s no secret to anyone who has been reading these entries that I meet Garth at a Halloween party.  I was ‘dressed’ in a loincloth thong and moccasins and Garth was wearing this tiny red jockstrap, a baseball cap and sneakers and he was all sweaty from dancing.  Just thinking about that party still makes me a little hard.

Billy didn’t come into the picture and our lives until well after Garth and I became boyfriends and I had quit escorting and moved in with Garth and his grandmother.  Even though I had been living with Garth and his grandmother for about a year and a half and Garth and I had been together longer, we still were not totally exclusive.  We sometimes went out with other guys, had sex with them and even brought home a few for the other to share.  That’s how it was with Billy.

While Garth was the first one to ask for more than a quick fuck or suck, there was something about Billy that made both me and Garth take to him.  And it wasn’t just the sex, as phenomenal as it was; there was more to Billy than his thick, salami-sized cock and his brooding eyes.  He was the most gentle guy I have ever met and as polite as the day was long.

When Garth brought Billy home that first night, I have to admit I was a little jealous; seeing them naked together, watching Garth go down on Billy.  And when Billy motioned for me to join them, I was a little hesitant at first.  That is until Garth reached out to me, pulled me closer, pulled my lounge pants down to my ankles and started manhandling my growing cock.  Billy reached over, planted his lips on mine and kissed me deeply, his tongue wrestling with mine.  Then it was a blur of hands on skin and mouths kissing and sucking and rimming and cocks fucking. 

There was something easy about being with Billy, like sex with him was a zen experience, it wasn’t about receiving pleasure, but giving it.

Billy eventually became an almost permanent fixture around the house, sometimes spending as much as an entire week with us before leaving for who knows where only to return within a few days.  Garth was so enamored with Billy that when he was not with us, he felt a little depressed at his absence.  The two of them had a great time together, and I don’t just mean the sex.  They played video games, shot hoops in the driveway and went to the movies.  They did all the things I couldn’t do with Garth because I was sitting in a classroom trying to get my degree.  Billy even helped around the house, helping Garth’s grandmother with chores.

Eventually, Garth asked Billy to move in permanently; but he talked it over with me and his grandmother beforehand.  We both agreed but for different reasons.  Grandma Mary, as I called her, loved being surrounded by good-looking young men.  She called us her “eye candy” and said we kept her young.  I happened to actually like Billy, even if I was a tad jealous of all the time he spent with Garth. 

The three of us lived together for just over two years before Billy moved back to Philadelphia.  Both Garth and I were sad about him leaving, but we knew it was the best thing for him.  He missed his family terribly and had been increasingly unhappy since Grandma Mary’s passing despite the fun we all had.  In hindsight, I think it was her passing that made Billy realize that he missed his family and even though he loved me and Garth and we loved him, I don’t think he came to think of us as family.  We were his friends, his lovers, but I think he was looking for more.  As much as he said he loved us, I think he could feel that Garth and I were more in love with each other than even we were aware at the time and I think he wanted that feeling in his life.

Garth and I still talk to Billy every few days.  We Skype and phone all the time.  Just the other day, he was telling me about his new boyfriend, Sam, a Philadelphia fire fighter, and from the sound of his voice, I think he’s finally found what he’s been looking for.  I look forward to meeting him the next time Garth and I are in Philly.

Friday Foreskins

I am so lucky to have loved two great guys and even luckier to have married one of them!  Ian, my hubby, is such a great guy!  We share so many interests -- movies, Broadway, comics, porn. . .  One of the things I like to do when Ian and I are having sex is to play with his uncut cock.  I just love that little extra sleeve of skin.  Maybe because I don't have one, I'm facinated by it.  So that's the reason behind todays crop of photos -- men with their foreskins intact!

Thursday Threesomes

Now that my computer has been serviced by a great tech from Geek Squad, I can get back to posting from my computer and not T.J.'s laptop!

 

And It’s Only Tuesday?

It’s been a really stressful past few days.  My computer was hit with a really bad virus, again! on Friday and the people at Geek Squad won’t be able to do anything to fix it until Thursday!  (I’m typing this on T.J.’s laptop while he’s at school.)  We had to take Buster to the vet yesterday for the last of his  shots, so he wasn’t a happy camper.  And on top of that, the refrigerator decided to give up the ghost last night just as I was going to settle down in front of the TV and watch The Voice with Ian.  I had gone into the kitchen to get some ice cream and the freezer felt a little warm.  I turned the freezer up from 5 to 7, got my ice cream (it was a bit on the soft side, but hey, no waiting for it to soften!) and didn’t think much more about it until I went to put the container away (O.K. so I eat ice cream out of the little pint container, big deal!).  Anyway, that’s when I noticed the ice in the tray was melting.  Ian and I had replaced the fridge almost two years ago after our kitchen fire.  And we thought we were getting such a good deal on the fridge, too.  So first thing this morning Ian and I went and bought three huge bags of ice and a couple of inexpensive beach coolers, emptied out the fridge and the freezer and ended up tossing about half of what we had.  Then we had to wait until the local appliance stores opened so we could get a new fridge.  We ended up getting a General Electric with the freezer on the top (hated having it on the bottom).  We got it for a steal!  Brand new, usually sells for about a grand, but we got it for $600, cash because we know the store owner and do a lot of business there.  They even delivered the new fridge and took the old one for free!  Looks like the new couch is going to have to wait a few weeks longer!  That reminds me, I need to take the car in for its annual inspection!  Wish me luck!