Poetry

Blinded By Her Beauty

I found myself blinded by her beauty

bathing in a sea of her elegance

it was not a passing fancy

nor was it just a glance.
*
No she caught my eye this one

and for all intentions

I thought I had found my true love

in this I had my best intentions.
*
They say love is blind

that it can quickly leave

I have seen all sides

on this I can say I can foresee
*
I have had this done to me

not once but many times

to be sure I have done my share of what they consider crimes

yet I still feel lonely.
*
I was blinded by her beauty

this is very true

but beauty can be mistaken

by any one of you.

Looking Back On Yesteryear

I just went to a party thrown by people I knew in high school and was amazed how few I remembered. We have all changed quite a bit. Oh sure there were some who's face and name I could remember, but not all. I for instance have changed, not only am I fifty now but I'm bald. My hair started falling out and I decided not to give into vanity by trying to grow it back, so I shaved my head clean. There are the noticeable gray hairs in my mustache and goatee, but you know what I earned every one of those gray hairs.

In Remembrance

In Remembrance

I just love the colors of autumn. The reds, yellows and sometimes oranges. It brings about a memory that things are changing. The time of year is changing from the heat of summer to the bitter cold of winter. To lay on the lawn around such leaves as they lay on the ground is a miraculous thing. To build a big pile of leaves then jump in them, hear them crunch under the weight of my body. Swim around in them until I came away almost looking like a tree myself, since I had so many leaves clinging to me. I remember playing football with friends during this time of year. Going for long walks because it was cooler and enjoying nature before she took that plunge into darkness we know as old man winter. Before the snow starts to fall. Yes, there are even some opportune times to do some fishing yet this time of year. It all seems so wonderful, yet I know in my heart of hearts it won't last very long.

In Reflection

I remember one time looking up at the night sky and seeing three shooting stars streaking across the night sky. I wondered where they would land? Would they burn up before they hit? I was reminded how the dinosaurs were wiped out of existence by a meteor that struck the earth back then, and I wondered if will happen, again, to us. Still it was a miraculous thing to see, these three bright balls shooting across the sky. Even if someone out there launched those stars our way?

In reflection to my childhood, I remembered a scrawny, sickly kid until I got into my teens then I went from skinny to being overweight. I have since gotten my weight under control. I digress. When I was a baby I had hydrosephalus, which is a medical term for fluid on the brain. It nearly killed me. That was the reason for my sickly appearance as a boy. I remember a lot of things from my childhood, some good and some not so good. I was teased because of my appearance, called Dumbo because of my ears, teased cause my forehead was flat. Today if someone did that, they'd get their ass kicked by a very angry man who has had too much shit put upon him. But I digress, again. It was a rough time in my life, lost my mom when I was ten, so it was just me and my dad. I can still remember all those times going downtown with my mom, when she had to go to her doctor to get checked out. So many visits I worried she would be gone soon. I wish in retrospect, I had spent more time with her. Just like I wish I'd spent more time with my dad after I'd grown up and left the house. Instead, I was too concerned with partying. I guess what I get out of all this is like the Joni Mitchell song Big Yellow Taxi and a line from it, Don't it always seem to go,you don't know what you got till it's gone. They paved paradise and put up a parking lot. Can we ever really return to those times?

Why does life seem like a fleeting moment - one we can never get back or do over? Once it is gone - that's it it's over and done. There is no more. It just seems like everything goes by like I'm on a super highway, the super highway of life let's call it, where I cannot go slow, I must always go at the same racing pace as my fellow human beings. But why is that? Why can I not go my own speed - be able to enjoy the life I have? Who says I must go everyone's speed, keep up with them. It makes no sense to me. Does it to you?

Yums

What can I say. These hunks make the clothes look good. YUM YUM

Yums

Nice ass on this piece of man meet. All I can say is Yum!!! Yum!!!

Behind The Gay Wall

It was difficult going through the Army and being Gay. Every time it was time to shower, all those fine, young naked men with their tight asses and nice cocks. It was no wonder a guy became aroused and had an erection from watching all it. There was one in particular, a sort of shy young male from Alaska, who was a looker. He had a slender body, tight looking ass, not too bad a cock. He was cute, only eighteen years old, with brown hair and eyes. Through conversations, he revealed only to one person he was Gay as well. When asked if he'd ever had a relationship with a guy, this shy young teen quickly shook his head. He asked some questions to about sex, which came the answer that yes during high school and after that with a best friend. It involved kissing and anal sex. He said he'd like to try anal sex then asked if it hurt. The answer to that was a straightforward yes at first but then you think it's Heaven after that first time and you can't get enough. When standing together, he was three inches shorter, standing at five nine. It was one time on a weekend pass he had the idea of going into town. Two days and three nights of fun. After a good dinner and paid for a hotel room, came the first time of seeing him naked up close. His body was warm to the touch, skin soft and smooth. He had little body hair, except under his armpits and around his cock and balls. He suggested he wanted to have anal sex performed on him. Just the sight of him laying on his stomach and staring at that small, tight ass would make a man cum. A few moans then a cry, and he was having a cock up his asshole. He was enjoying this. Massaging his ass like kneading soft dough, while thrusting inside him. It was a wild ride for him and one he wouldn't forget. He felt how it felt to have the pace quicken during orgasm. Even though his asshole was never flooded with cum, he still had the idea how hot it would feel.


First Time

     The first actual sex with someone of the same sex was memorable. More than just a mere kiss, this was actual sex. Good friends, two fifteen year old boys and curious about their sexuality, although one was more curious than the other. Standing naked, his cock was long and fat. It must have been at least six and a half to six and three quarters in length. For the first time there was the thought of how painful it would be. This was to be no holds barred sex without a condom. The feeling of a cock and cum up one's asshole. Before the time AIDS became a tragedy for the Gay community.
     Laying flat on stomach, barely felt the weight of his body. "You ready for me?" he asked. "Yes my love." came the response he wanted to hear. Moans at first when his thick cock went between ass cheeks. Then came the cries of pleasure, when his cock went deep up the asshole. He was a gentle lover, never rough. This was not rape, this was true love. Cherry being popped as it were, being virgin no more. It was the glory of the feeling.
     His pace picked up a little. Anticipation of feeling his hot juices flooding this teenage boy. Would it be over soon? This boy wanted it to last longer. Wondered if he was too tight for his lover. Not ready to explode yet the boy said, "When you go off keep going. I'm not near an orgasm yet.". No reply just the steady fast paced that quickened more. Then came a few slams, and the teenage boy felt the hot cum of his teenage boyfriend flood him with his hot cum. He felt his boyfriend continue thrusting and wondered if he would feel his hot cum flooding him, again, tonight? Finally it started happening. The feeling that he was going
to explode. "I feel it! I'm going to cum for you my love!" "So am I my love!" came his boyfriend's response. Soon the warm feeling of his cum flooding him, once again.Then the feeling of his own relief, as his cum spilled onto his boyfriend's fingers.

The Other Side Of Me

     You know just because I talk here about my sexual experiences with men, doesn't mean I'm not attracted to women. Remember I am bisexual. And I have had several intimate relationships with women as well. More, actually then I have with men, but I feel I can trust the men better. Oh that doesn't turn me off of loving women, it's just the way they think sometime - only about themselves.

     I will not be used as a sperm bank ladies. I had that done to me, and all it got me was years of not being able to see the son I created. Things have changed now since he's grown up. He doesn't like the way his mom has treated me and therefore - has changed his last name. He is no longer called by his mom's maiden name, but by mine. Which I think is cool. Take that you bitch!

     I don't know why I kept going back to these women. I had one who did nothing but lay around all day, while I worked my ass off. I came home to a filthy house. She used to frustrate me all the time. I don't know why I stayed with her long as I had. They say love is blind and I believe it. I must have been blinded by the love of both these women.

     That's it. I'm known from here on as being Gay.