TIME

I have reconciled with nature and time; that as I age so does my hair color. 

Like Whitney would say, “It’s not right. But it’s okay.”

I WENT IN FOR SOMETHING 🤔

April 8, 2024

        4:10pm

I went to the Apple store today to look at some computers.

Tell me.

Why are there so many damn cute guys that work there?

I heard him saying something.  All I noticed was how sexy his mouth was every time they moved.

Have you ever avoided making eye contact with someone because you just knew they would see all the filthy things projected on that dirty screen called your mind if he actually looked into your eyes? Well…

UPDATE

My Macbook is fried. I'm not majorly shook. It hasn't sank in how many URLs I've forgotten that would easily pop up when typing the first few letters or all the passwords to the sites I had saved or all my music. All My Music. All the men I photographed. Gone.

I will continue to post from my iPad. But the ipad has it’s limits. It’s not as user compatible in blogger.

I will be limited in posting the Image / Video of the Day and I’m having difficulty finding a browser that will let me submit comments on posts I follow. 

Fortunately I do have a lot of my material backed up.  But I also have a lot that wasn’t.  Still I’m not shook. 8 years of stuff bye 💻 🤦🏾‍♂️

SIN OF OMISSION

April 1, 2024 

Monday 

Today, I took down my tent from a one-day camping trip about 30 miles from home. The idea was mainly to test the new tent and mattress I purchased for my upcoming Gear Up Weekend in July.

As I was leaving, I decided that since I was in the area, I would give a former client I used to work for a call.

I worked for years assisting people with disabilities as well as the aging population with their activities of daily living.  Sometimes, I would serve as companionship for individuals. 

This client, Mr. X, often enjoyed getting out and riding his bike for a few hours. Every Tuesday and Friday, we would ride up to 6 to 7 miles. Despite his age and certain physical limitations, Mr. X was very active and looked forward to our riding days. Honestly, I was just as eager for Tuesdays and Fridays as well. It is not every day that one gets to get paid to get fresh air, exercise, and shoot the shit.

Although there was an age difference between us, we genuinely enjoyed each other's company.  Even when I eventually left the company, we would keep in contact and occasionally ride. We had grown from more than just a client/worker relationship. Mr. X, his wife, and family and I became friends. 

After the pandemic in 2020, we fell out of contact, with an occasional call here or there.

Boss would often ask if I heard from Mr. X, and I would reply no.

“Why don't you give him a call.” Boss would continue to prompt.

“If he wants to call me, he has my number.”

“I've called him numerous times; he never calls me.”

Looking back, I realize just how petty that way of thinking is.  

“Regardless of who calls who, you guys are friends. Get in contact with him.”

Boss can be nagging at times. But Damn! he can be so right in his reason.

I gave him a call. We chatted.  He told me he no longer goes out on the trail as his mobility is no longer like it used to be. I also noticed that he forgot a lot of things as I was talking to him about our past rides.

Often, Boss would be in the background of our phone conversations, nudging me to ask him for the chance to visit.

“I don't want to bother him. He sounds exhausted.”

“If you don't, you may never visit because this just may be the new normal for him now,

I decided not to pursue it.

About three months have gone by, and today, I decided since I was in the area, I would give him a call.

I made the call. His daughter picked up the phone and let him know that I was waiting.

After about 20 seconds of fumbling the phone. I was treated with, “Hello?”

“Hi, Mr. X, how are you?”

“Oh Dennis, I'm not too good. But it is so good to hear your voice.”

“Jerry? It’s Mark. I used to go bike riding with you.” I replied.

“Oh yes, Dennis, I remember you.”

About halfway through our conversation, he finally started calling me by my name. 

There were long pauses, and he apologized for not being able to speak for long periods, so I wished him well and got off the phone. 

I decided I wanted to see him. Yeah, he may be weak, he may be demented, but I wanted to see him. I rang the doorbell. No answer.  I rang again. Still no answer. I left a card for him and flowers for his wife on the porch.

As I drove home, I felt the tears welding up. There are so many thoughts of what used to be that is no longer. Life in general, how our bodies grow older, and even in months, how shocking it can be to see someone in a different light than you've seen them before.

I know people who knew me back in my 30s see me now and are amazed at how much weight I have gained or how gray my hair is now, and I'm just like, "Yep. That's life!" 

But to see it in those your circle is always an eye-opener.

The one thing that gets me the most is all the time I spent making silly rationalizations or excuses for not being more active in my friends' lives as time passed. 

I have people I haven't talked to in ages because of silly controversies, not wanting to impose, or just life in general. All the while, the clock keeps ticking.

It is rare that I give out admonishments, but do not put off calling or visiting someone when it's on your heart. Do it.

Of all the sins, the sin of omission is their worst feeling.  I could be guilty as sin itself from something I did. But nothing eats at me more than the sin of omission: knowing what I should have done and not done it. And even worse is when Things are so far gone, or it is too late. Don't wait until it's too late.

FACT #22

 Fact # 22: 

Not a real cowboy.

But fully capable to take down a Bull.

TODAY’S PICK: A CELEBRATORY MILESTONE

 Link: TODAY'S PICK

Today’s pick comes from Felching Pisser, who celebrates his two million visitors mark. As an avid reader of his material, I have always enjoyed his accurate, to-the-point writing style.  He shares real-life accounts of real men having sex and exploring their kinks and fetishes.

As we celebrate FP’s two million milestone, I would like to suggest some reads that I have enjoyed. 

THE PISSING OF GARY M is a scorcher. Every encounter with Gary is a must-read, in my opinion. It is one thing actually to meet one of your readers, but to have the chemistry they both bring to the table is impressive.  Check out Gary M.

SWALLOW MY CUM STUD  is another story that gets one’s juices flowing, literally.

Last but not least, it is one of my all-time favorites.

RE-POST: RINGING IN THE NEW YEAR- ONE ASS AFTER THE OTHER has sparked some of the dirtiest thoughts in my masturbatory mind. To this day, it gets me up and makes me fantasize about the man, the scent, and the taste.

RINGING IN THE NEW YEAR- ONE ASS AFTER THE OTHER  is the original post. This is the post that brings me over the edge to an orgasmic climax.

These suggestions haven't even scratched the surface as there is so much I haven't read yet. I am sure whatever one chooses they are sure to find their own gems in the many writings of Felching Pisser.

FACT 21

FACT  #21 No matter how much I shower, I have a slight musk that won’t go away.  It is heightened when I’m sexually aroused.  Before hooking up I would air out in my boxers in front of the fan until I realized most of the guys were obsessed with my pits and crotch.What once was one man’s insecurity = another’s aphrodisiac.