Avert Your Eyes

So, I'm shopping at a local hardware store with a penchant for having attractive young ladies on the registers.

As I walk in the door I see a tall young thing facing away from me at the closest register. Yeow! Long sexy hair. Trim. I make a note to go to that register to check out.

So, I hunt what I'm looking for and bag it in 5 minutes and head to that register, the express lane.

Now she's facing away from me the other way, and I can see her full length. Yeow! Long blond hair, yes. And that is the sexiest derriere that I have ever seen in denim jeans on a human female I think in my lifetime. Heart stoppingly sexy.

And she turns around.

Damn. I know her. It's a friend of mine's 18 year old daughter. I didn't know she worked there.

Washing my eyes out with soap...

Contact, the Sequel

Two contacts this week:

I had a physical exam this week. Prostate exam included. The old finger wave. It wasn't awful. In fact, I liked it and could have gone for a little more of that.

Oh, and I had sex with my wife. It's been a while.

Contact

I had my hard cock in the warm wet willing mouth of a handsome young man tonight.

Bliss.

I ran my fingers through his closely cropped hair. I cupped my hand on the back of his strong neck as I stroked firmly into his sucking mouth. I took him that way, rocking into his willing embrace.

But I get ahead of myself. I left out the part where he came in my mouth, flooding it with salty warmness.

A greeted me at the back door to his house in his underwear. It has been a while, but we had a chance to get together for our shared activity - me blowing him. This is what my sex life has become, and I'm mostly fine with that. Life is stressful, this is cathartic. It's what I crave, and I'll take it when I can get it.

I changed it up a bit today. Instead of stripping and kneeling between his thighs as he reclines on the couch, I sat down instead. "Let's try with you standing up this time." I wanted it a little more agressive today. I wanted to be manhandled a bit. Instead of me sucking him slowly and deeply as he prefers, I wanted him to fuck my mouth. Stand over me. Saw into me. Forcefully, even.

His skin felt wonderful under my probing hands. He is a gorgeous man. Fit. Young. Tan. Muscular. I wanted to feel him as I sucked him. And I did, exploring his thighs and his chest with both hands as I brought him to hardness and full 7" length with my ministrations. Taking my time, I explored the delight of his body. I gripped his ass cheeks with both hands as he stood over me and pulled him deeply into my mouth...and held him there...and held him there...to be rewarded with his groans. Deeper than I thought I could take him, in that position. Full. Taken, but taking too.

I ran my hands over the back of his calfs and up to his strong thighs. I moved up to his strong back and pulled him into me in a strong hug as I took him all the way deeply into my throat, and held him there...and held him there...intimate and full. Taken, and taking.

His hands were loose at his side as he stood over me. I took his hands and put them on my head. Better. Now he gripped my head and thrust into my mouth. Fully taken and stuffed as he sawed into me. My breath cut off. Then sliding up an down his rock hard cock, wet with my spit, which fell off onto my slacks.

Cumming came next, triggered by my fingers exploring the crack of his ass from underneath and pressing on his anus. That did the trick, as he pulled me tight up on his dick all the way to his soft furry balls and he flooded the back of my throat with warmth. Wow. Delicious.

Decision time. Should I go? I needed to, but wanted to play more.

He was standing as I disrobed, and I walked up to him and hugged him. There hadn't been much intimacy before this - just me servicing him and then going. Did he want that? I wasn't sure. But I knew as I embraced him standing that he did. I nuzzled his neck with my lips as I wrapped myself into him. I rubbed my cheek against his beard stubble and sighed. Nice. I was standing naked hugging another man and enjoying it immensely. I wanted to kiss him. I've never kissed a man, and in that moment with this gorgeous man, I wanted to. Would he have let me kissed him? I don't know. The moment passed.

He sat back down on the couch and pulled me to him and began stroking my hardening cock. The cialis I took the day before was having some positive effect. Not rock hard, but not limp either. Firm, and at length with some blood in the head. Throbbing. Hot.

I did not expect him to take me into his mouth. In these several encounters it seemed to be one way, and I was okay with that. But, when took me into my mouth I froze. It's been a while to feel that enveloping sensation. Wow. It was reveresed now. I was standing and he was taking me in and feeling me with his hands. Exploring my thigh and my ass with one hand, as he stroked me into his mouth with the other.

I had no expectation of getting off. I just want to enjoy this feeling. I looked down the length of my chest and belly and watched his mouth taking in my cock. I felt good. I felt trim and buff as I've been for a man five decades into life. I'm not handsome in his league, but I felt adequate as his partner. And in this act I was his partner. I didn't stand passively, but took control of the act. One hand on the back of his neck, the other gripping the base of my cock - taking his mouth. Switch.

I called a halt eventually. Thanked him for doing that for me.

I pushed him laid out on his back on the couch and took him back into my mouth for 15 minutes of sucking on his soft shaft. Nibbling. Licking. full in sucking. I had an agenda for coaxing another erection out of him, and I asked him for it.

"Any interest in taking my ass?"

"I could do that for you."

"I would like that. It's been years."

I wanted that badly. I wanted to be fully manhandled. I needed that as stress relief, for him to bend me over and fuck me up the backside with his full weight pressing onto me. I've fantasized about that for a while now.

But, another erection was not to be had.

The ice on that topic has been broken though. I need to make that happen. I crave to make that happen.

Next time.

Superbowl Fantasy

Is my sex life mostly over? Please say it isn't. I'm afraid it might be for the most part.

That leaves me with fantasy, which I excel at.

I've been thinking a lot about threesomes. I enjoyed the threesome that I got to experience immensely. I re-live it often in my mind.

Today I was thinking about a Super Bowl threesome. How awesome would it be to have found a sexy young couple (younger than me) and have spent the Super Bowl with them...

In envision spending the first half with her in the bedroom while he's watching the game. Lots of fingers and tongue and pleasing her, which I am good at and enjoy immensely. No pressure of penetration. Just licking and sucking and fingering. Sit on my face for the whole 2nd quarter.

Halftime she settles into a chair with a vibrator and gets off watching me give him a long slow blowjob while he's watching Madonna. Keeping him on edge for a half hour and then a big finish while she gets off.

Then back into the bedroom with her for the 2nd half. Maybe some long deep fucking if the Cialis is working. Until she's orgasmed out and a wrung out mess.

Oh, yes. That's a hot one. I'll have to try to make that happen some day.

Dead in the Water!

Laptop has a virus again. Damn!

Back soon.

Changing Comments

I've had Haloscan as a comment service since 2003, before Blogger had comments. But,

- Haloscan isn't Haloscan anymore. It's something....less

- I tried to comment on my own blog twice this week and had an extremely hard time. I gave up. I wonder how many others gave up and how many comments I missed? I'll never know.

So.

Haloscan off.

Blogger comments on.

Please leave me a comment, friends. Say hi to a horny Semi-Celibate Man...

Final HNT: Red Shirt series

So, here we are at the last and final Half-Nekkid Thursday (HNT) event, hosted by the leader of our exhibitionist community - Osbasso. It's been a privilege to participate these years, as it was to be a Mystery Guest one time!

My final HNT is a series. The Red Shirt series. Forget the click thrus. I'm just letting it all hang out. Enjoy!
































And the finale!



Ah, spent...

Please, my fellow naughty bloggers, stop back in and see me from time to time.

Now, click on the red button below and go see our Half-Nekkid Thursday host: Osbasso

Escaping Christmas

I'm escaping Christmas this year. No extended family stuff. Taking my kids on a road trip to a memorable adventure instead. Yay.

I invited my lovely wife along. That would be a "no".

My gift to her is peace and quiet.

Merry Christmas all.

Alone in the Dark

I saw "New Years Eve" last night. A thoroughly charming romantic comedy. By myself. Sucks.

Jealous of the couples in the theater.

I can make you laugh. I can get you off. I am a good kisser.

I miss being intimate with a lovely lady.

Oh well. Happy Holidays all.

Missing Romance

I have known romantic love in my life, for lengthy periods in fact. I like it. I miss it.

Is it my fate for romantic love to be absent from the rest of my life? I hope not.

I miss kissing most of all. I love kissing.

I have experience and skills and talents in the ways of love that are going unused.

I have needs that are going unfulfilled.

I have not lost hope.

2nd-to-Last HNT: Three Christmas Wishes Theme

What an energizing privilege it has been to be an HNT participant these last years! I have virtually "met" many terrific and courageous bloggers through this ritual, and my life is enriched because of it.

With that in mind, and being of a rebellious nature, I have decided on a twist to the amazing Osbasso's theme for this Half-Nekkid Thursday (on a Wednesday, no less).

Instead of one Christmas wish each to three individual HNT'ers as specified in the theme...

My particular twist is: Three Christmas Wishes out to each and all of my fellow HNT'ers that I have met here through HNT. List at the end.

But first, Three Christmas Wishes to each of you:

1. I wish you Fruitful and Cathartic blogging for many years to come.




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You are truly a creative and passionate group of people. Much more so than most of the people who know you in real life know. You have unique passions, and unique voices. You are creative and courageous risk-takers, and I admire each and every one of you for it. May you find or keep your voice through this magic of the internet. Live a bigger life. Be whole. Express yourself.

2. I wish you deeply fulfilling Romantic Love.




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We are made for love. I wish you partnership, however you find it, and fulfillment and deeply passionate kisses.

3. I wish you a deeply satisfying and orgasmic Sex Life.




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However consensual sex comes your way. Have more of it. Life is short. Get off. Be happy. I wish you passion, and intimacy, and messy bodily fluids.

These Three Christmas Wishes go out to each of you that I've met through HNT. I know that I am missing some or many names here, and if you don't see yours leave me a comment and claim the wishes too!

Osbasso - of course!
Blue Eyed Vixen
Elle
Midwestern City Boy / California Girl
Joanna Cake
Tara Tainton
Double Dos
Randi Rabbit
Cheeky Minx
Polt
Lee Ann
Lady Grinning Soul
Molly
J
Blondage
Shay
Sexy Sadie
Gucci Mama
Kazi Girl
Pocket Rockettz
Jack and Jill
Minority Report
Saucy Wildcat
Janeway
Viemora
Lusting Lola
A Daft Scot Lass
Stealth
Jade
Al Sensu
Curvaceous Dee
K Bare
Marie – who I regretfully have lost track of…

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, my friends. See you next week for the final HNT!

(Note: Click thrus on the pics. 1st click thru is me, and I did not take the pic. :) 2nd & 3rd I'm wishing it was me.)

Now, click on this red button and go see what HNT is all about.

My Nekkid Self

I seem to have taken an inordinate amount of half-nekkid photography in the last few years, thanks in large part to Osbasso's blog triumph of Half-Nekkid Thursday's.





(Click on the pic for more fun!)

It's been fun. It comes to an end in two weeks.

I have my final HNT planned out and photographed. Hope you'll like it.

But first, the second-to-last HNT is next. A themed HNT...

Take the Risk

Have you ever engaged in risky behavior just to have sex?

I'm talking driving to a neighborhood you've never been in, to a house you've never been to, and going around back and knocking?

I have.

Went in.

Disrobed.




It was on with an old friend in a new place.

And as Gina Gershon says in the gorgeously sexy movie "Bound" - I can breathe again.

http://youtu.be/EceT6XUMpI4

HNT: Christmas Tree

Why yes, that was me prancing around half-nekkid by the light of our Christmas tree. Why do you ask? Did you have something in mind?

Here's an unintentionally arty version:




Wishing you a Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday and a joyous holiday season.

Now, click on the red button here and go see Os.

HNT: I MIss Kissing

I remember a night back in the day when a lovely stripper stopped mid-table dance, looked down at me in the club neon for a moment, and said "You have perfectly shaped lips". Okay, I had a better time after she started up again. But that moment stuck in my head.

I was thinking today how much I miss kissing.

Here's what I know: I can get myself off, but I can't kiss myself.

It's been a while.

Happy HNT, people. Hit the red button and go see Os.

HNT: Cocked

I'm guessing that a fair amount of you are not fans of firearms.

I have a few. Target shooting. Self defense. SHTF. Whatever.

Got a new one last week. Major SHTF defense. Haven't shot it yet.

So, I was home alone the other day. A horndog, passing time by storing my weapon and thinking of an HNT pose at the same time. Cocked, as it were.



Interrupted to take things in hand.



Then I finished storing the weapon safely.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, everyone. Hit the red button and go see Os.

HNT - Dishes

No, I was not going to do the dishes naked.

Half-nekkid, absolutely.




Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday (early) everyone. Hit the red button and go see Os for HNT.

I Miss Sex

Dialogue from the new "Two and a Half Men"

Ashton Kutcher: "I had sex with two girls last night."

Jon Cryer: "I masturbated and cried myself to sleep."

AK: "I like my night better."

I like his night better too.

Celibate. Not semi. Celibate. Damn.

Is No Sex better than This Sex?

I love women.

I love the look of women. I love your hips swishing and swaying down the hallway. I love you in the Summer dresses that I'm starting to see. I love the swell of your breasts in sweaters or cleavage that make it difficult to concentrate in meetings. I love your unexpected smile as I make you laugh at the checkout stand.

I love your smell, with the variety of perfumes capturing me as you walk down the hallway.

I miss kissing women. "Her lips, her lips. I'd kiss them all day if she'd let me". Yes, Bruno Mars, you got that right. All day. Tender kisses. Passionate kisses.

I miss having sex with women. With the lovely Mrs. SCM. With others I've had the distinct pleasure of knowing in that way. I miss that, every day.

That's not available to me right now. It's just not. As much as I wish it was, it's not.

So.

I have one outlet right now. I choose to have that one outlet right now. One guy, a regular I guess. One situation that I trust and I'm comfortable with and that I can make happen every 3 weeks or so. It's what I have, and I have to be okay with that because it's all there is. It's semi-acceptable.

I've been with "A" twice since I last wrote about him. He's a good guy. A great looking guy, as far as guy's looks go. You ladies would like him. Young. Athletic. Frat-guy good looks. Professional. Toned. Not pushy. A find.

We have a comfortable rhythm established. An email. A visit to his house. Some small talk. Disrobing. Pleasure. A clean departure. What could be better?

It's still confined to one act. I get naked, kneel between his knees as he sits on a couch, and give A an awesome half-hour blowjob to completion. Simple. Satisfying for both of us. What could be better?

One visit was a daytime visit. A was concerned about how visible we would be in his living room, so we went to his bed for the first time. We both got naked. I crawled up and kneeled between his legs with my legs tucked under neath me. I took his soft cock in my mouth and held it there until his hardenend length extended out of my mouth. Then I slowly sucked on him for a long long time. A prefers very slow. I prefer very slow. We are a matched set.

I did ask to try one other position, and had A stand up by the side of his bed. I got on my knees at his feet and took him back in my mouth. I wanted him to be a little more active in fucking my mouth as I ran my hands over his hairy legs and firm ass cheeks. And he did. And there was a lot of cock coming at me, filling my mouth. Knocking me off balance. It was a little too much. More next time, I thought, as I moved us back to our original position on the bed. A clasped up against my sides with his thighs as the pleasure mounted, and they yelled out and sat up as he came powerfully. Wow. I dressed and left.

The second visit was a nighttime visit and we stayed in his living room on his couch. His laptop was open on the coffee table with gay porn up of two hard body young guys stroking each other's cocks. I had in mind making my own video, and had a new video camera with me with a video setting. We spent some time early on taking about 5 minutes of video of me sucking on his beautiful cock. Video that I watched again tonight. Video that you would enjoy seeing, but never will.

I sat upright on my knees between his legs as we put the camera away. My cock close to his cock. "Oh, you look excited", A said as he took my cock in his hand and stroked me easily. Wow. He hadn't touched me before. Just received. And now he had my cock in his hand. My brain shut off and I just focused on that feeling of intimacy for a few moments.

I knelt back down on all fours between his knees and took his long delicious cock back in my mouth. I spent several minutes treating myself to sucking on his cock. Varying techniques and pressures. All the way in and hold. Sucking action up and down his shaft. Licking the tasty head of his cock and foreskin. Grasping his shaft firmly in my hand and sucking on the length extendign past my fingers as I gave him a firm handjob.

After 20 minutes of delicious treat for me and near constant pleasure from him, I instinctively knew how to end.

On all fours, with my hands roaming over his firm toned thighs and stomach, I took his cock as deeply into my mouth and throat as I could. All but a 1/2 inch or less of his 7 inch cock in my mouth. And I held it there. Not moving. Just suction. For 5 long minutes or so. Longer than I thought I could hold him there, not moving. A moved his hips up and down now and then, moving that last 1/2 inch into my mouth and out. The room quiet and still. Me still. A barely moving.

And man was that powerful.

A groaned and thrust up into my mouth. And I tasted salty warmth in the back of my mouth.

And I held still.

And A moaned and thrust. And again.

"I think I came three times there. Ropes and ropes of cum. That was awesome."

The male multiple orgasm? I think we achieved it.

I remember it. I enjoyed it. I crave it again.

In the meantime, I'm enjoying the look and smell and smiles of the women all around me every day. You are awesome creatures. I desire you. Apparently I can't have you. So, I'm semi-adapting as best I can before it's too late to.

HNT - Trim and Wet

Lots of showers at hotels again lately. Wet nekkidness.

Okay, I'm naked in the shower, but only half of me is in the picture, so, it's a Half-Nekkid Thursday. Happy HNT everyone.

Go see Os, and play HNT.

Hello Grabber

Is anyone else pondering their mortality this week? No? Just me, I guess.

It's not the first time that I have had such thoughts here on SCE blog. I was remembering this week a post that I wrote somewhere in the 387 posts in my archive where I predicted that I wouldn't live past a certain early age. I wasn't being melodramatic. It's an easy prediction given my stress level and horrible diet that I will be on the receiving end of a massive heart stoppage some day. A "grabber", I believe they call it. And, guess what, I have reached that age. Hello grabber.

Two things have reminded me of that prediction of late:

1. It happened to an acquaintance of mine. One minute here walking around doing mundane tasks. The next minute deceased. Gone. Expired. Assuming room temperature. Etc. Makes one think.

2. I've had three moments this week when I become suddenly acutely aware that there was a heart beating in my chest. Hello grabber. Once at my desk. Once while driving. Do I drive straight to an emergency room? I thought about it, until the moment passed. And once just now when I was taking a nap and got woken up. Hello.

I mention it only to ask this: who in my virtual world would know if I did suddenly kick off? I'm not the first to think that thought by far. Only the most recent. Who would know?

Here's the thing. I have multiple presences online. Some vanilla, some naughty. Some anonymous, some named. As I think through all of my lives online I am fairly sure that there is not one person alive who has seen absolutely all of them. Only a couple of people are pretty close to having seen all of them.

So, there might be only one or two people who would realize that I have suddenly fallen silent on my named/vanilla sites and who could then post a comment here that I was gone.

Not that it matters, really. Not that it matters at all.

I just wanted to take a minute and say that I really really really appreciate those special lovely talented creative young ladies who really know me across multiple online personalities. You mean a lot to me. You really really do. Thank you for hanging with me as long as you have.

Hoping I can get back to sleep now. And that I wake up in the morning. If you're here reading this, I'll leave you with this old post that I found in the archives called "7 Semi-Serious Things About SCM". All still true.

Okay, enough melodrama. Morning comes early.

Hard on the Brakes

So, I seem to have survived marriage counseling again. Time ran out. No more counselor.

I've made some serious changes to be more engaged with Mrs. SCM and the family. Un-withdrawing after the toll trauma has taken on us.

I was anticipating the resumption of intimacy at some point. Hoping for it, at least partially. Doing my part to make it happen.

In preparation, I got online and spent a few hundred on ED medicines. Brand Viagara. Brand Cialis. Large quantities, so that I never have to ask my doctor for it again.

Mentioned that to Mrs. SCM. Response? "We're going to have to go slow on that."

Really?

Go as slow as you like. Like hell I'm going to initiate anything further.

It's Hell Getting Old

I really wanted to go to a strip club last night.

It's been a while since I've gone. I was craving it. I had the opportunity to go. I had enough cash in my pocket to enjoy myself some.

So, what stopped me? Well, two things. First, it's a 40 minute drive one way to get to the club that I liked to go to. Second, I fell asleep before it was time to go.

Some other time, I guess.

I really should tell the story of the last time that I went to a club. Fun story. Some other time, I guess.

Nothing sexy to report for the time being.

Unsexy

Nothing sexy to report this week. In fact, I'm feeling decidedly unsexy this week.

Marital counseling is proceeding full speed. Two intense sessions a week. I'm fully engaged. Making major life changes. You all would be proud of me.

And, worn out. Wrung out. Physically ill, actually.

But, staying with it...

Carry on everyone.

Developments...

Things are happening in the background.

- Another meeting with A. Apparently I have a regular down-low thing now. Every two weeks is the plan.

- Counseling with Mrs. SCM. It came out of nowhere and is going at lightning speed. I think it's leading to good things.

More later.

Video Companions

What a stressful week. Tired. Horny. Keeping myself occupied until sleep comes...

by watching sexy videos on YouTube.

None sexier than Rihanna's Te Amo. Wow!

Or the lyrics and swaying hips of Rihanna's Rude Boy.

Or the Megan Fox / Amanda Seyfried kissing scene from Jennifer's Body.

And more. Surfing...wanting to sleep...

HNT: Horndog

Horny today. Just horny. Even at a rest room stop at Walgreens. Just horny.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday everyone.

Click the button and go see Os.

HNT: Snow-Pocalypse

I've never shared a face pic on SCE before, so here you go!

Buried in snow this week, I set off down our street to take some otherworldy pictures. I only made it 10 minutes before I was driven back inside by the driving snow and wind. Also, the thunder and lightning during a blizzard was freaky! Thundersnow...

Happy Half-nekkid Thursday, everyone.

Go see Osbasso to see what everyone else is doing for HNT.



Okay, since that's not a very sexy picture - here's an old HNT picture for you too:

HNT: Dressing Right

I "dress right", not left. Always have. Do most men?

Also, I noticed as I posted this pic, I apparently have a penchant for wearing my "Starter" brand boxer-briefs inside out. At least today.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday.

Click the button and go see Osbasso to see what others are half-wearing.

Less PG

Hmmm, if you would like to see a less-PG version of last-post's HNT: I just happen to be this week's CBW on Shay's excellent "The S-Spot" blog. Click here to see the pic. (And click through the Baby Duck)

Now, scroll down one and say Hi on the HNT post.

HNT 11.2: PG

This is the picture that I've used now and then for CraigsList ads to meet people for NSA encounters. I've used it for ads to meet men, women, or couples.

Why this picture of me, taken by me?

Because it's PG rated. You don't always need to put an explicit genital picture in your ad.

And because I think it says "Sane professional, reasonably fit". Not a bad statement. Delusional, maybe. :)

What do you think it says? Is it an effective picture for CL?

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday (early!).

While you're here, you may enjoy my recent previous posts.

then, click on the button and go see Osbasso for everyone's HNT.