TANLINES AND CHUNKY DUNKS

It's been a while since my last entry. I know that sounds like the beginning of a confessional, but there's just not a lot to comment on and no topic has loomed large enough to get me to think much about it.

I still think about sex. On a daily basis. But other than a little porn and masturbation there's precious little activity to get me going.

It's summertime, of course. This means a fair amount of daily nudity as I swim in our backyard pool. CFNM if my wife goes in with me. And after swimming I usually lay out in the sun to dry - never more than that, as I'm conscious about being over-exposed to the sun.

He tans on the right side. I tan on the left.

As a result, my tan is pretty good. All over, though  I have a strange little tanline on my cock. It's a result of the way I hang when I'm lying on my back. I'm not sure if it's the result of the weight, previous surgeries or simply an anatomical oddity becoming more pronounced as I age, but my penis is shifted about a half inch to the right. I know it wasn't always that way, so I have to presume it's something to do with outside influences (surgery or weight).

The physical result of this is that when I lie on my back my cock flops to the right. Even if I try to shift it left it slowly flops back. Thus, when tanning on my back the left side receives a fair degree more sun than does the right. And is therefore more tan than the right, with a strange-looking pink blotch in the side of my groin on the side of my crutch the cock covers. Kind of an anti-tan.

Me, except for the erection

I'd be okay with this. Honestly.

But in any case, at least I'm getting the allover tan I've coveted my entire life. Until we moved into our current house I've never had the opportunity. A few visits to nude beaches in my teens and twenties yielded more allover burns than tans. (Although a burn turns to a tan on me for some reason.)

But here, in my little backyard haven I enjoy a good skinny dip - to the point of being unhappy when friends or family are over and I'm forced to wear the massive spinnaker of the modern male swimsuit.

(We used to have a sign in the back yard that read "We don't skinny dip, we chunky dunk.")

My focus right now is to lose my extra weight. Despite my dramatically increased physical activity I'm not dropping the pounds. My feeling is that I've inadvertently started eating and drinking more, adding enough calories that it's counteracting the extra activity. Effective immediately - well, as of a few days ago - I'm eating better and reducing my alcohol consumption dramatically.

Not as dramatic, but similar effect

My desire is to look better and to get Lil Rambler released from his jacket of fat. (Men who get fat develop a fat padding around the base of their cock, losing a fair amount of the visible penis in the process. Losing the weight adds length.)

Yeah, not gonna happen. Sorry, Hon

Fingers crossed I end the Summer with a nice dark tan and ten or so pounds down from where I am right now.

But for the moment I'm doing okay enough I haven't been needing to write much down here on the blog. I'm sitting on our poolside deck, alone in the dark at 5:30 in the morning. Shirt, no pants, as is my preference. The chair was a bit damp when I sat down, so there's a towel underneath my ass.

It's unlikely I have much interest in jacking off this morning. That, too, is waning.

Maybe, at long last, my fascination with sex and sexual activity is going away.




Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!