It's a little intimidating, but the blog is rapidly approaching 50,000 hits. The number boggles my mind as I wrap myself around the idea that my thoughts on sex and my penis have been seen that many times. That breaks down to a little more than 500 views per entry, which is great. (There is a part of me that suggests this must be simple search engine hits, but search engines are a small fraction of the sites sending viewers my way.) Recently a long-term friend who I trust completely started to read the blog, and she had the surprising observation that I might be coming across as more Bi than I might be in reality. I openly admit - here, at least - to being Bi, but I find myself far and away attracted to women more than men on an emotional level. In my history, all  emotional  attachments have been with women. (I'm tempted to use past-tense here, since I haven't really had sex extracurricularly since I started to date my wife.) Among the observations my friend made is that

There are only two people who read this blog and know my real identity. Both are close and long-time friends who I know I can talk with and be utterly truthful with the sort of things I discuss here. One of them reached out to me after reading my last entry, and suggested I should have gone into more detail about the weekend and my relationship with the man who was the subject of the essay. Fair enough, I'm going to try to cover some of the details my friend felt should be filled in. First, let's call the man in question Mike. That's not his name but serves to keep me from calling him "the man" for the rest of the page. That's Mike's dick and balls you see up top. The Friday night he recently came over was a pleasant and rewarding surprise. Without repeating myself too much, I needed that restored bond more than I realized. I almost feel like a piece of my puzzle was put back in place. As I wrote last entry, we swam, sat in the spa, tanned, drank wine and

  Forgive me, Padre, for it has been many months since I last confessed. The truth of the matter is that I felt I was beginning to be repetitive in much of my posts, and wanted to wait until something new presented itself. Things appear to be going quite a bit better with my health, at least where my groin is concerned. The surgery to remove the vas deferens on my left side has really fixed the constant pain and bruising I had felt for more than a decade. A huge relief by any standard. I still have some remaining post-surgical scarring to deal with, and the left nut is still a tender to the touch, but both things are slowly resolving themselves. My sex life remains non-existent and will be so for the foreseeable future. My wife's condition is the same and I won't press the issue. Any orgasm is a solo act these days. On a more fun and upbeat note, in the last month I've enjoyed several instances of NMNM (Naked Male Naked Male), CFNM (Clothed Female Naked Male) and CMNM (Clot