He was tall, and his ass was so hairy. The hair was curly, and it climbed from the crack to his lower back. Inside the crack, the hair was so lush and thick, but when it got to his lower back, it became like fur.
The car mechanic.
More about him below.
Two days ago, I took my lunch and Luka and went to the forest to walk naked and eat my lunch naked outdoors. I work Monday from home, and Luka needed to release some energy. On my part, I also needed some quiet time to think about several ideas that I had in my head regarding this blog post.
After a week of rain, there was finally some new growth, and the air was sweet.
So was Luka.
It felt awesome to be naked again in the forest. It was a bit cold, so I kept my shirt on.
What was I thinking about while letting my balls and my smooth hole breath some fresh air?
I was thinking about the changes, we, men, go through as we age. What caused me to think about that (besides the fact my body reminds me that I am aging), were three different encounters with mature/older guys.
These encounters were not as pleasant as I was hoping for.
The way I see it, men are like wine. Wine tends to get better as it gets more mature.
But not all wines are equal.
Some wines taste incredible after a few years. Others turn sour or simply become vinegar. Sometimes, even wines from a famous winery can rot unexpectedly.
Unlike wine, we have the power to influence what will become of us. It is a personal responsibility that I do not take lightly:
Personal growth is a daily task for me
I read a lot and try to educate myself
I work on my emotions.
And most importantly, I am always open to criticism because that is what makes us grow, not compliments (however, keep complimenting me please).
Sadly, three kinds of vinegar have crossed paths with me recently.
The first one is a guy I have been in touch with for two, perhaps three years. We have never met; our connection was purely online. Mostly via Skype and sometimes being more playful (read naked). We were not talking much during the last year, but occasionally we would chat on Skype.
I published this photo a few days ago. I named it "Uncut (his) meets Cut (mine)"
My cock was (surprisingly) bigger than his but that sexy Brazillian sure knew how to fuck an ass. We spent a beautiful afternoon at the nude beach. He fucked me twice and shot lots of cum in my tunnel of love. He also ate my ass forever, and we kissed in the water for a long time. It was incredible lovemaking. Which, like many others this season, I regretfully never got to write about.
Vinegar #1 saw this photo and sent me the following text:
"So, you suck non-kosher cocks too? Lol"
He meant to be funny, but how old is he? 12?
Besides, any nude photo that I publish means something for me. It reminds me of sweet time, great lovemaking, or a beautiful place. Please don't make fun of it.
I wrote him back:
"That‘s not funny."
He could have done three acceptable things:
1) He could have said nothing
2) He could have apologized and said he did not mean to offend me
3) He could NOT have apologized and said he did not mean to hurt me
I did not need an apology, of course. But sometimes it is the right thing to say.
Instead, he wrote me back:
"I think it's funny. It's your problem; you don't have a sense of humor."
Such behavior is where I draw the line. If you say something stupid, I can live with it, and you know, sometimes, ignore it. But I never tolerate rude people.
I blocked him right away.
Vinegar #2 responded to this photo of Luka and me. Shortly after I took this photo, a sexy stud fucked in the same position and location.
I wrote about it here:
He sent me this disgusting message.
In his twisted mind, the fact that I am so freely naked next to Luka and showing my love hole indicates that I have sex with her. Well, this mature wine has become piss and not vinegar.
I promptly blocked him.
And lastly, the car mechanic.
I started this blog post by saying what his ass looked like. I described how lush and plentiful the hair on and in his ass was.
How do I know that?
When I went for lunch with my boss yesterday, the first thing that we saw when we got out of the room was the "car mechanic."
He was sitting in the kitchen, and his back was facing us. His jeans went down and his t-shirt up. We could see a large portion of his ass and his lower back.
I love a hairy ass; I think it is so damn sexy. I enjoy holding onto a furry ass, sometimes play around the hole while the guy is making love to my smooth ass.
But there was nothing sexy about this hairy ass presentation in a professional work environment.
My boss was driving.
"Some guys should have become car mechanics and not software engineers," I told my boss.
"You mean the fur?"
"With fur, without fur, who cares? How can anyone sit like this at work? This is just, absolutely not."
This guy is about my age, so he's an older guy. I know he is married with kids. What made him so indifferent to others that he has no shame to sit like this in a professional working environment?
My ass is smooth, so most people will probably find it less shocking if I sat like him. But I will never sit like this. That's just rude!
I can't block this guy, because he works on my floor. So, I will probably keep seeing his hairy crack until one of us quits.
So far, I described three older guys: The rude one, the pervert, and the car mechanic. Three mature men (like me) that going through life turned to be vinegar. How did that happen? I don't know.
I believe we all start as a promising young wine. With so much potential. A delicate, promising gentle wine that should be handled with great care and tenderness.
Just like my new beautiful friend, the 24 years old German student. I wrote about him already several times:
He is so delicate and so naive. He is very sensual and sexual, don't get me wrong. He expresses quite well what he wants to do with my body, my cock, balls, and my love hole. But he is so fragile and, like a rare flower.
He did not have enough years to become jaded, rude, or indifferent to others.
I see so much promise and so much potential in him. Every time we talk, I try to be more sensitive than usual because he truly is remarkable and yet so naive about this new "gay" world.
I know he will never become like anyone of these rotten flowers from above.
Not as long as I am here to be his watchful guardian, and hopefully one day, also his lover, at least for one night.
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