February202012
8PM

Congratulations! You are engaged. Let’s go to a Bathhouse!

I was amazed how things have changed for me in my middle ages. My partner proposed to me on Valentine’s Day and I found a unique way to celebrate-In a bathhouse.

My man is concerned that as I age  my ardor and interest in being frisky is quickly fading. That is not really the issue. I have found that being a bottom -spontaneity is not easily achieved. This is particularly true if you are a fastidious little cub like myself. I find a high fiber diet helps, but if I have forgotten there is always the mighty DYNA DOUCHE to make my cubby hole nice and clean and ready to go. (This takes time Bears, especiallyif I’ve had a lot of beef or cheese the night before.) The Dyna Douche is highly effective in creating that inner sweep so necessary to an evening of repeated no muss and no fuss fun. Unfortunately I live in a building with ancient plumbing and well …along with the wildly unpredictable changing water temperatures and slow drainage, it has tacked on at least an additional 20 minutes to my prep time. Yet that afternoon - things went remarkably smoothly.

The big Bear weekend was happening here in the Bay and the local group was sponsoring an afternoon of fun at the Baths in Berkeley. I surprised my honey with the suggestion that we pop in and see what was going on. Well the big lug must’ve gone into shock because he asked me like 4 times if I was sure. He couldn’t believe his luck!

He was well acquainted with the facility and gave me a guided tour after shelling out $50 bucks for us to go in. I felt a little guilty about the cost but realized if we had headed into the city for drinks that would have wound up to be a $125 evening surely. I am not a stranger to places like this but I had moved to SF when all the bath houses had been shut down to limit the spread of HIV. I was used to the “sex club” Same idea but you usually kept your clothes on and couldn’t spend the night. Although I am sure some men tried. I also recall one place in SF being a regular part of my Friday evening. I figured why go through the rigmarole of cocktails and seducing some idiot in a bar when I could just go to some place and fuck like silly and NOT have to make breakfast the next morning. I only made breakfast by the way if it was good sex.

As we strolled with the place my guy guided me to the Steam rooms-a fave of his. He looked down at our bare feet and said he wished he had a spare pair of shower sandals in the trunk of his car. That’s when it happened and I thought, ” Oh shit…I wonder if I have a fungicide strong enough to deal with what is on these mats?” It was a downward spiral of spine crawling disgust afterward….(to be continued)

October262011
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“Don’t trust anyone’s advice when it comes to how to deal with your family. Only YOU know how to deal with your family. Sure - go ahead and research their various psychoses but don’t ask for advice-EVER!!!” Shuttercub
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Knock Out

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At Home with Photographer Bruce Alexander

At Home with Photographer Bruce Alexander
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Lifeafterthestage

The not so sexy true story of a Middleaged Gay White Male trying to make it the best relationship ever.

October12011

Sex on Vacation? Sure! But what when u r visiting family?

Recently my big Puerto Rican Bear and I went on vacation to see our respective families on the East Coast. My big guy has been clear with me on a number of times that I am not spending enough time being amorous. I’ll be damned if I can tell you WHY my sex drive has taken a dip. I presume age and lack of exercise may have to do with it but I am thinking it’s because he’s Latin and I’m …not.  I am basing this all on personal experience but the Latino boys love their orgasms.

SO to be able to create that romance on our family visits, I booked some hotel rooms. Our stay in New York was at the very serviceable Chelsea Pines Hotel in - you guessed it-Chelsea. They had hotel rooms honoring movie stars from the 30s, 40s and 50’s. We stayed in the Tony Curtis room. What bothered me most was that we forgot to bring the dyna douche attachment for the shower-let alone that we had the WORST red-eye flight ever on Delta from SF. I was running on fumes by Saturday night and all the street lamps had these hazy coronas around them due to my fatigued bleary vision. We did the unspeakable thing of GOING TO BED AT 8:30PM ON A SATURDAY NIGHT IN NEW YORK CITY.  The intent was to take a quick Disco nap and then paint the town red but noway was that an option after being up for 36 hours and going to two Puerto Rican block parties. The second party was being held outdoors in a park because the guest of honor had been freed from Jail one year ago after serving his sentence for killing someone that killed someone else who was very close to him. Oy vey!

There didn’t seem to be TIME for any play let alone the energy to DO it. Plus I am a fastidious little Cub and not remotely into scat play and without my dyna douche, that left oral which …regrettably I don’t enjoy giving. (However receiving head is another matter all together!) My big guy headed to CVS pharmacy to get some enema kits. YAY! They do okay in a pinch but I still don’t feel 100% clean as I do with the dyna douche. So I assigned HIM the role of bottom and he did a pretty good job. Now prior to this little trip to NYC he had been away from me on a business trip and well - I was able to attain a healthy lift off with plenty of steam. When I shot into him I was surprised and he let out a pleased little groan because it is a rare occurrence when I cum when I top. YAY- Happy times for all involved.

The trip to see my family was another matter. I felt the INN walls were paper thin and the INNKeeper seemed to be always lurking somewhere. She seemed like a clutzy, reformed hippie version of The Barefoot Contessa. Very amiable lady…too amiable. Quite the chatterbox infact. We spent one day at the INN lounging about and that morning I tried like heck to squeeze the enema solution all in there and have it do it’s thing. I was crouched on the bathroom hearing my lower intestine burble while I could hear her downstairs and I thought. ” Oh dear God -Please do not DISTURB!” She figured it out I guess. We may have left out the OH GODs and Grunts and Groans but the bed rocked and squeaked in that oh-so-familiar manner that only the truly virginal wouldn’t recognize. I lay down my own T-Shirts on the bed because the last thing I wanted to do was hand her towels covered with my shit.

So yes - we only fucked twice but - it wasn’t like it was a beautiful Island beach side Hotel Room and a cute Cabana boy to join us. Did I enjoy myself? Of course but the family visit took front seat to my big guys sexual needs. Not sure what I can do about that but will continue to think of solutions. Maybe you have a few?

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Stripping Cowboy - Hey Boys
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