THE BAD BOY

(Apologies for the relative lack of pictures. Blogger is having fits of some kind and not posting all of my selections. And when it does, it's a wrestling match to get them properly placed.)

Well. Hello.

It's been a while. Mainly because I felt I'd covered all the topics I wanted to cover and nothing else was coming to mind. but I can tell some things are percolating, so the long (year and a half!) creative dry spell is over.

Well...sort of. Let me catch you up to date then on to the new topic.

My sex life is still pretty much non-existent save for my own private efforts. My wife and I had a pretty decent level of activity until she had a medical emergency that pretty much stopped cold her ability to have/want sex. 

Unfortunately for me, I love sex. I love sexuality. I love bringing pleasure to someone else. I love experiencing skin on skin and the intimate moments between people. That, to me, was a major part of my being until my wife's crisis. Sex was a fundamental part of my life that I miss. 

At 64 I find myself with a continuing sexual interest in a world of waning possibilities. I have a few things left. 

I live vicariously through my best bud who still enjoys some sexual exploits he's more than willing to share. I have my irregular massages with a woman I'll call Dot. She goes right to the limit of sexual teasing without any overt sex involved. 

Back to the basics

I have, unfortunately, returned to some old habits and my weight and fitness have suffered as a result. I'm 64 years old and it's harder than ever to reverse course, but I'm bound and determined to reverse this. My sex life is still bone dry - deliberately phrased - but I have learned to deal with it.

I have Dot, the masseuse, who I will discuss at some point. She's exceptional at the tease, which is what I told her I greatly enjoy versus a simple rub and tug. I don't want a hand job or anything, I just want to feel deeply pampered and more than a bit teased. That will be an upcoming topic, I assure you.

I've been privately - of course - working on my sexual health, for no reason other than to keep me entertained. 

Through edging and jelqing I have increased my endurance. This also has the benefit of bettering my "texture" when it comes to an erection. Still nothing like what I sported as a teen, but better than five or six months ago.

And it keeps me entertained. 😂 

I wrote previously about my best bud (other than my wife). He's the guy I like to hang out naked with in the pool and hot tub when the wives are present (and not in the pool or hut tub), and around the house and yard when they are not. 

We remain closer than ever, but the last full on nekkid time was four years ago. I'm looking forward to this upcoming February when my wife is on a trip and he's coming over for a couple of days. And from what he's said he is too. I genuinely love the guy and and appreciate how close we are. Nothing sexual, just two close friends letting it all hang out. (I have a weight goal to be down by the time he comes over, and it's keeping me motivated.)

So, you're caught up to where I am for the moment. Now to the topic at hand: the Bad Boy.

The Bad Boy

As any of my regular readers know - and define "regular readers" after a year and a half of absence - knows that I have a number of kinks and fetishes. I've had sex in a variety of ways with a variety of people and orientations. Nothing recent, but my high school and college years were highly sexed. I wanted to explore everything and damn near did. (How I escaped diseases and pregnancies I don't know. I was pretty stupid in a number of ways.)

Never went to an orgy - didn't want to participate but would have loved to watch. Never was in a foursome (wanted to). Never had sex with a trans person, to my knowledge - I have several friends and relatives who are trans, and I accept them for who they are, but trans was just not a common thing when I was highly active.

Add to that a coke habit that had the additional benefit of making me horny as hell and eager to get my clothes off - a habit friends were more than willing to exploit - and you have the makings of an energetic youth. My own personal kind of Bad Boy.

But the intriguing thing was that I also managed to maintain a respectable reputation outside the sexual circles. One person joked that the police could bust in, see me naked with a hardon, mirror and straw but would arrest the person who GAVE it to me.

So, yeah, I had it both ways (pun intended).

And yes, I was a Bad Boy. Not in the FemDom way of being a "Baaad Boooy," but in the "Yeah, he's one of those guys you fuck, but don't intend to meet your parents." 

I was also the Nice Boy you could bring home to the parents.

And in some ways I'd like to keep seeing myself in that light. The lack of a sex life tends to harsh the dream, but I look back on what I did decades ago and can still feel a tinge of that time.

Of course, I don't see myself as entirely sexless.

I masturbate on a regular basis and have several fantasy scenarios that help me out. I don't watch much porn beyond explicit scenes from mainstream films, and some CFNM/CMNM and behind the scenes nude model/couples photography sessions. For some reason this I still find it stimulating to see sensually-lit non-porn performers cross the line and have sex or intimacy. As I've posted before, I think most porn is too clinical, too brightly lit, and obviously over-the-top fake enjoyment for my tastes.

As mentioned above, and in a future blog post, I am seeing a new masseuse and explained to her I'm not there for sex or a happy ending (yes, it's that kind of a place), but I love to be teased. She is absolutely fantastic at both therapeutic bodywork, having helped me with a stubbornly injured neck and shoulder, while at the same time going very intimate and teasing after I flip. I exercise self-control (I'm pretty good at that) and she just tells me to enjoy. 

I feel a little echo of my youth as she's working, which is part of the attraction. And it satisfies my love of skin-to-skin contact and sensuality.

(Little Rambler and the boys are always covered during her bodywork, though the boys get jostled every once in a while. So far, as noted, I have pretty good self control and have yet to get erect. Of course, I kind of wonder now if she thinks I'm not capable of getting that aroused - I am an old man after all - but that's a question she'll have to keep asking.)

So that catches you up to date, dear reader. Thank you for being my therapists and for helping me deal with the changing-yet-not-changing socio-sexual life that I live.

I can't say that I will post with he same vigor and reality of my youth (kind of a metaphor there), but I have a few ideas in mind.

Thank you for coming back!