Pretty Quiet

Things at the moment with me are pretty quiet.  After a break for a couple of weeks with the running around things are getting back to normal with me being the resident taxi driver.  It's a bit of a pain but the benefits are worth the effort.  I'm very pleased that my wife is settling in her new job, the extra salary is always very welcome and it's just a good feeling being "normal" again.

I spoiled myself yesterday and went to the shopping centre and bought me some clothes.  The diet is still going well, I was at the dietitian this week and I was a little disappointed that I'd only lost an extra ½ kilo, but it's still a loss and that's always good.  People are beginning to notice that I've lost weight which definitely gives me the will to continue losing weight and especially with summer just around the corner I need to lose weight for the beach and swimming pool etc...

I'm working late in the office again tonight.  Lucky for me Flirty office guy is also planning on staying late AND he has already asked me if I can give him a lift home.  Naturally, I accepted immediately although it'll be really late (around 2300) and it's basically in completely the opposite direction to where I need to go, but fuck I just can't refuse him anything!  I'm doubtful that anything will happen, but with me being the horny bastard that I am - my mind is already running amok with possibilities, particularly when it's late and quiet and dark in the office!!!

I'm sure nobody would have noticed but I'm horny as hell today.  What I wouldn't do to have someone wrap themselves around my cock just for a few minutes and of course for me to reciprocate.  Alas, the dry spell continues but at least I get to spend time alone with (hopefully) just me and Flirty office guy.  Fingers crossed!!!

Have a good one!

Wrestling

Thanks for those who posted questions on the Personal Questions.  I hope you appreciated my answers, for the time being I'm going to keep it up and see what happens to it.  If you want fuller answers or something different, please let me know.

I received a comment to my post last week that provoked a fair bit of discussion about being married and gay, but this comment was about the wrestling pictures that were posted to illustrate the post.  I loved that the comment was related to the post yet totally unrelated to the rest of the "discussion" that was going on there.

The anonymous comment said:

"Seems that everything is already said in the above comments so all I want to add is a compliment on the wonderful wrestling pictures. Wrestling is such a turn on! Stretching out each others bodies, feeling the muscles, dominating, being dominated. Sorry for being totally off topic now :-)"

Well the weird thing is that I had/have a huge thing about wrestling too.  I have even tried it.  So this comment reminded me of a meeting I had about 6 or 7 years ago. 

I don't even remember how it started or where it came from but the idea of erotic wrestling with another guy suddenly really appealed to me.  I think I must have seen some pictures of it on a forum or other website.  Being more of a top guy myself, I really liked the idea of wrestling/grappling with a guy and then submitting him.  It brought back memories of being a child and watching wrestling on Saturday afternoon television with the likes of Big Daddy and Giant Haystacks.  I remembered seeing the guys in their briefs holding each other down, submitting them and then boasting with great bravado about their victory.

Things seemed to flow from one thing to another and managed to speak to a few guys who were also very much into wrestling.  Some of them seemed to take the whole idea very seriously.  Being a married guy who is attracted to men and and arranging a meeting is hard enough, but add to that equation a place to wrestle made things extra difficult.  There was one guy I spoke to a few times on the phone and via emails.  He seemed to get extremely turned on by the fight build-up, he loved to tell me what he'd like to happen during the fight and that I was a pussy and he could beat me, and once I'd submitted to him what he would do to me.  I would obviously return and telling him that he was the pussy and I'd beat him and he'd be mine etc...  I never got to meet this guy.  I had heard from some other guys that he was a bit crazy (I don't know in the end if this was true or not) but I wasn't going to take any chances.

One day I was in a chat room and began talking to another guy who was also interested in wrestling.  From the chat our conversation moved to the telephone and it turns out he was only about 20 minutes from where I was.  We decided to meet.  I drove to where he lived and he gave me directions to his house.  I parked my car and he came out to me.  He was younger than I expected, tall and thin with short dark hair.  He was wearing a vest and shorts and I could see he had big shoulders and looked quite fit.

He told me he lived in the house with friends, but I think it was his parent's house.  I got out of the car and we shook hands.  I reminded him that I'm very discreet and we headed inside.  There was a large lounge area and he began placing the cushions on the floor to create a wrestling area.  We agreed on a few rules - no hurting each other, we fight to submission and we keep our underwear on - the idea of the fight to remove the other's underwear and to force him into submission. 

I began to undress and he removed his vest.  He had dark, suntanned skin and a hairy chest.  He pulled down his shorts and revealed a pair of small, briefs underneath.  I couldn't wait to get them off of him.  He had told me he was experienced with the wrestling but I had told him that this was my first meet to wrestle.  I was a lot bigger than him, I was taller and wider.  Once we were both in our underwear we stood in front of each other on the cushions which he had placed on the floor

It was a little awkward at the beginning and we began by pushing each other, taunting each other quietly "I'm gonna submit you"  or "you're gonna be my slut by the time we finished".  As we began to feel more comfortable with each other the fighting became more physical - he held me down or legs entwined I managed to push him off and hold him down.  At one point, I even managed to lift him up over my head - even I was surprised by how much strength I had.  Fighting can be quite draining.  After a few minutes we were both panting quite heavily.    As we became heavier our wrestling became more erotic.  At one point he held me down and grabbed my cock (we were both still in our underwear.  I then pushed him off of me and managed to take control of him.  My hand cupping his now hardening cock.

I managed to roll him on to his stomach his arms pulled tight behind his back - I slapped his arse and he jumped.  He tried to kick me away but wasn't able to.  I pulled his arms back harder and managed to position myself on his bent legs.  He began struggling but I had him held tight.  I leaned forward, still forcing his arms back and whispered in his ear whether he is ready to "submit".  He shook his head, he still had more fight in him.  I then pulled back harder on his arms and managed to lay another smack on his arse.  I put my hands under his briefs and just managed to slide a finger between his cheeks.  His arms were beginning to hurt and I could tell that he was weakening.  I gave another tug and asked him if he was ready to submit, he didn't answer.

I gave one more pull on his hands and he let out a small shout.  He couldn't take it any more and shouted "I submit".  I smiled to myself and got up from sitting on him.  I rolled him on to his back and sitting between his legs I pulled his briefs down.  His cock was already rock hard as it popped out of his pants.  The situation of being totally unable to move and submissive to me had obviously turned him on more than I could have imagined.

While he lay on his back, I knelt between his spread legs and grabbed his cock, I jokingly told him that it was now my cock.  He just smiled and I began to stroke it slowly.  We were both tired and sweating from the fight and my hand was sliding up and down nicely.  While I stroked his cock with one hand I put a finger from my other hand between his cheeks.  He lifted up his arse slowly to give me better access and my middle finger sliding inside him.  Within a couple of minutes of me wanking him and fingering his arse I could feel his cock begin to twitch, his breathing becoming heavier and he finally shoots his load over his stomach and chest.

I then wanted my turn and I pulled him up into a sitting position and stood up in front of him and let him take my now rock hard cock into his mouth.  I reminded him again that he submitted and was now mine.  He eagerly took my cock and began sucking on it.  He definitely knew what he was doing and he did it well, almost making me think he'd lost on purpose.  I began fucking his mouth and was very close to cumming.  I told him that I was about to cum but he just pulled me in closer.  I let out a huge moan as I began shooting my load in his mouth.  He continued moving back and forth on my cock sucking in every last drop of cum.  He was definitely a great loser and just as he swallowed he looks up at me and says it was definitely worth losing!

We chatted for a few minutes while I got dressed.  He just put on his briefs as he talked to me.  We said we would do it again some time.  But we never did.  Other than looking at a few websites.  That was my first and last experience of gay erotic wrestling.  Given the right time and place I'd definitely do it again. 

Ask me Absolutely Everything

Just a quick post.

I have added a formspring.me question thingy.  I'm not sure yet if I like it, if I'll use it or if it will stay. 

But I just thought it might be fun to see if I get any kind of response from it and to see what kind of thoughts my readers have when reading my blog.

This is the link (I hope I've done it right):
http://www.formspring.me/TheLionQueen

Could be a fun way to answer any questions people may have and who don't want to ask on the blog.

I can't promise answers in the next couple of days but will definitely try.  That's if someone actually asks anything.

Have a great weekend all!

Let Battle Commence

Since I started writing this blog I've not had a huge amount of feedback (posts on other blogs can easily reach 20-30+ comments), but the feedback I have always had has been interesting and positive .... until yesterday.

I've never been big on censorship nor have I found a need to do so since I began writing the blog.  I like to think my blog is purely as a chance to give an insight into my life, my thoughts, my actions and just an opportunity to share my life anonymously with others.  I don't think I'm ever judgmental and may even sometimes be funny and sexy.

Just today I was reading  The Gayest Str8 Guy's Blog and he wrote:

"I like blogging. I like reading Comments, getting email from dudes who like what they read, even getting email from the losers who hate me. But lets face it - the cool blogs have real life sex stories."

Which was great to read as I realised either it's the same lunatic or there are other lunatics out there in blogland.

Since this is my blog, I feel I have the right to write and describe what I like and how I like.  Nobody is forced to read this blog and if they don't like it they're welcome to move on to the next blog. 

Yesterday I was checking my mails and I had received a comment from "jwazzz" which personally I didn't understand - he'd written in reply to my post Memories the following comment:

"At first I thought this site was on the level - after reading a few of the posts (especially this one) I'm convinced that this is no different than Penthouse Forum with a bi twist. Nice try."

I even responded that I wasn't sure if this was a compliment or not. 

But then, to my post Feeling Horny he seemed to take great offence to what I'd written and commented with the following tirade:

"You can't find the "...appropriate outlet for your feelings." Did you ever consider your wife? You married gays are the worst - hooking up now with the internet is just way too easy for you. You'll continue to stay married and closeted, continue to get your dick fix when you need it and most likely, continue to laugh at the fag jokes told around the office (best case) or, and heaven forbid, stand around some night while your drunk buddies are beating the crap out of someone like me and just so your cover isn't blown, get in a few kicks and punches yourself. (worst case) Grow a pair and come out - if you're truly bi then continue to fuck men and women, just don't hide behind a marriage to do it."

Although I'm not a confrontation person at all, I'm also never one to back down from an argument when it is presented to me on a silver platter.  I responded immediately:

"I have never claimed that the way I live is the right way (or wrong way) nor is this blog intended to be any kind of defence of the way I live. But yes, this is how I live and I am definitely not the only person in the world to live like this. If I am happy living this way, then it's not your problem or your concern.

Please don't judge me based upon your own incorrect and misconceived perceptions of gay married men because clearly (based on your last comment) you are completely and utterly wrong.

I too may be wrong, but please don't be jealous of the way I live, it is not easy - but please be accepting of people who have chosen to live their life in a way different to your own.

Thanks for commenting though.

I think I shall post about this tomorrow."

I would just like to add that I am very pleased that from my writing you are able to ascertain what you did from my blog postings.  You obviously perceive me as a promiscuous, violent, lying, beer-swigging gay basher.  But you are totally, utterly, completely and definitely wrong!!!

If you don't like the way I live or the fact that I have a penchant for penis, a craving for cock, a desire for dick, a lust for labia or a voracity for vagina then that is your problem.  I happen to have very big balls - perhaps even bigger than yours (should we ever meet I'd love to compare).  If you want to be a militant "be loud and stand proud" gay man that is your choice and I think it's great that you are happy to live that way - but before you go assuming my way of life is the easy option, I recommend you stop and think before you blast off.

I would really be interested to hear from readers - should I have ignored these comments?  Am I right?  Is he wrong?  Should I have handled it differently?  Please let me know.

Rant over.  Regular proceedings will continue tomorrow.

Updates....

Have spent quite a bit of time at home recently and it hasn't been too bad.  Even had my monster-in-law staying with us for nearly a week and although I despise her more than anything else on this earth - I managed to stay calm and ignore (as much as is possible) the venomous, mean and ignorant shit that pours so easily from her mouth.  A lot of the time was spent at home and I don't think I even argued seriously with the wife once, which is a good sign.  Since there have been school holidays I've had a break from all the taxi driving and running around so things have been quite calm.  Alas, today things are back to normal and the craziness begins again.

Things are getting back to normal at work too.  Although things are quiet there are still a few annoying little odds and ends that I need to complete - but I'm just putting them off and spending my time instead watching way too much porn on the internet.


Despite my request to change jobs and manage one of the departments here nothing has happened.  The job is still unfilled (I don't even think it's being advertised right now either).  Although I still think my chances of getting that job are pretty slim.  I'm still unmotivated and bored but at least it's a job and I'm earning money.  The wife got her first salary this month so although she's already started moaning and complaining about her job (yep, it's only been a month but it's started already!) I think her seeing that she'd finally made a contribution to our household made her realise that she needs to work!  I just hope it lasts for longer than I am imagining - only time will tell!!!

Tried to arrange a "date" with Flirty office guy over the weekend.  I sent him and another friend a text to see if they wanted to "go out for a drink or something" but the friend said he couldn't make it and Flirty office guy didn't answer - he said he wanted a phone call and not a text message.  A new guy started in Flirty office guy's department a couple of weeks ago and the rumours are that he is gay.  Flirty office guy was talking to me about it and said that if it was true that he's gay it really disgusts him.  I wonder if he was being homophobic or was just saying that as a smokescreen.  I just replied that it makes no difference to me and if he's happy sliding a dick inside him then who am I to judge?  I'm still happy to try and convince him that I'm right!

My new "haircut" is a huge success (personally).  I am really enjoying the feeling of feeling the shorter hair and find it quite sexy.  Haven't had a chance to share it with another guy yet (damn this dry spell) but hoping whenever I do, the outcome will be positive.


Thanks again to everyone for reading and the new followers (it makes me sound like some kind of maharishi).  I really appreciate the comments and am very excited to see that my view counter has passed the 20,000 mark.  I can't believe it has happened so quickly.  There are some really great, well written blogs out there - so happy reading!!!

Self Control

As a married man who is also into guys, there's something about the feeling of organising a "liaison" with another guy, being able to find a suitable time and place.  The excitement of the unexpected, not knowing who you're going to meet, what he looks like, whether he matches the description he gave you or the mental picture you have in your head.  The thoughts of what you might do together and what it might lead to.  For me personally, often the build-up to these meetings can be just as exciting (and sometimes better) than the act itself.

One time, probably about 4 years ago I arranged to meet a guy.  We agreed on a time and location.  He was a little older than me, business type - turned up in a suit with no tie.  We chatted for a few minutes decided everything was suitable and moved on to where we were going to be alone.

We got into the room and closed the door behind us.  Almost immediately our hands were on each other.  Without so much as a push or a shove he was on his knees opening my jeans and pulling my cock out.  I could feel his warm, wet mouth on my cock.  He began sucking with gusto and was really going for it.  He was quite good at it too. 

After only 15-20 seconds he suddenly jumps up from his knees, fumbling at his trousers trying to open them - almost in a panic, he just manages to pull down his zip and whip his cock out and begins breathing heavily and I hear him say "oh god, I'm cumming" as he proceeds to shoot his cum all over the floor.  I stood there somewhat shell-shocked - I hadn't even got fully hard yet and he'd already cum.  How very disappointing!

A similar thing happened to me when I had arranged to meet a guy one evening.  It was about 2200 and we'd been chatting on the Internet.  We both lived nearby and arranged a place to meet.  It was dark and we walked down a small path between some trees.  I don't think I had ever met someone so quickly after having chatted with them 20 minutes before in a gay chat room.  He had told me he was totally passive and loves to suck and lick cock.  That's perfect for me! 

We stopped at the end of the path and began feeling each other.  I could feel that his cock was beginning to harden in his jeans.  I put my hand under his shirt and could feel his hairy stomach and chest .... hmmm just how I like my men.  He did the same to me.  I leaned in close and whispered in his ear "so you like to be a filthy slut then?"  he looked at me with a wry smile and nodded.  I had opened his jeans and was extra happy that he was wearing tight, little tanga briefs that always drive me wild.  He was quite a bit shorter than me and I pushed him down to his knees.  He pulled out my cock and began to suck it.  I was holding his head and began to fuck his mouth.  It felt good.  This continued for maybe 1 minute. 

He stood up and I moved my hand to stroke his cock.  He suddenly pulled away from me and just heard him say "I've cum already, I couldn't hold it any longer!".  Any longer??? I thought to myself - where's your fucking self-control?  The man had cum and I didn't even know it.  I had only just begun to get into my stride, feel comfortable and enjoy myself and it was already over.

Obviously, when these things happen it's always very disappointing.  But on the one hand, being the positive person that I am, I tend to take it as a compliment - I was so overwhelmingly sexy and sexual, these guys were unable to control themselves and just be merely touching my body they are overcome with sexual gratification they can't perform any level of self control and simply cum as soon as they start.  (Alternatively, but less appealing is the idea that they find me repulsive and are just too polite to say anything and cum as quickly as possible to get the entire act over and done with!)

On a lighter note, I gave myself a "haircut" down below today.  I'm not sure why - I didn't shave my balls but I'm definitely "thinner" all over and I must say, I do like the results.

For those that dare reply - are you natural or do you shave?  trim?  How do you like to see another guy?

Memories

The relative dry spell I have been going through recently reminded me of a guy I meet once every few months.  Although we work about 100 meters from each other, we very rarely meet.  He's a good 10 years older than me, has a nice body and about the same height as me.  I've known him for a number of years (with big gaps in between) but somehow we've always stayed in touch.

Despite a break of several months with no contact we had exchanged a couple of emails a couple of weeks previously raising the possibility of a quick meet.  He called me in the morning and asked what was happening.  I had raised the idea of a possible threesome with him and he was very interested.  I told him I wasn't sure if the threesome would happen, but we could still get together.  We checked our diaries and arranged that he would call me when he was free (he is very senior in a large company and is much more restricted than I am with regard to availability).

He called me in the afternoon right on schedule.  Neither of us have someone nice to go, so we often meet in a small and isolated room, deep inside his office building.  Obviously, it's not ideal, but it's a chance for us to be alone and do what needs to be done.

As soon as we were inside he put his arms around me and I put my arms over his shoulders and we began to kiss.  Deep, tongue-in-mouth passionate kissing.  Both of us showing how much we needed this male-to-male contact.  We began to slowly rub our bodies against each other while running our hands over each other's body - the warmth of his body on mine and mine on his, pulling ourselves closer together.  While still kissing he began to remove my shirt, pulling it up over my head.  I could feel his warm hands on my chest as I removed his shirt too.  I immediately leaned forward and began kissing and licking his chest.  He's quite hairy, but soft hair you want to be touching all the time.

I ran my hand over his chest and stomach before gently rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans.  He began to open his belt and pulled his jeans down.  He was wearing tight, light-gray briefs and I could immediately see how happy he was to see me.  I nuzzled his cock through his briefs with my face and put my hands underneath the elastic of them so I could stroke his arse.  Slowly, I began to pull them down.  His cock popped up and immediately opened my mouth and let my lips slide down his long, hard cock.

I was holding his arse as he began to slide his cock in and out of my mouth.  It felt so good and from the noises he was making, I knew he was enjoying it too.  That's something that's always important to me, to know that my partner is enjoying himself too.  He began to rhythmically slide back and forward as he fucked my mouth.  I was taking his cock deep down to the back of my throat.  He pulled his cock out and I stood up and we carried on kissing some more.  Long, wet, passionate kissing hands all over each other sliding up and down our backs and chests and stomachs.

He began to slide down my body, pulling down my jeans and shorts - I could feel his hands running up and down my legs as he began to work on my cock.  He was good at sucking.  Pushing me back against the wall, he too was taking my cock deep inside.  I held his head and began to slide my cock in and out of his mouth - it felt sensational.  He was enjoying himself as much as I was and that for me is the best feeling when having sex.

He stood up again and holding me tight against his body we started more kissing - rubbing our cocks together both of us hard and horny.  I got down on my knees again to suck him more.  I knew he was close.  From my experiences with this guy I knew that if I miss the moment with him, he won't cum, but I really wanted him to cum.  I took his cock in my mouth and began to slide my mouth up and down his cock.  I then took my tongue and licked from his balls, up the shaft of his cock to the head before putting my lips around it and sliding it back inside.  His body was jerking each time I did that.  I began to suck on his cock harder and faster.  Sliding my mouth up and down - his cock was rock hard and every few seconds his body would jerk.  I heard him say, "I'm close, I'm gonna cum" but my mouth was relentless, sliding up and down his shaft, licking the head of his cock more, faster and faster.  He gave me another warning "I'm gonna cum" but I didn't stop.  His body jerking violently but still my mouth sliding up and down his cock.  He grabbed my head but there was no escape, he let out a huge sigh and I could feel his cock shooting his load of hot cum in my mouth.  Still moving my mouth up and down his cock - sucking out every last drop of cum from his cock.  His body jerking, his cock sensitive I still carried on sucking.  He was unable to move for a couple of seconds.  I could hear him saying "wow, wow" over and over.

Still with the taste of his cum in my mouth I stood up and we started kissing again even more passionately than before.  He grabbed my cock and began stroking it.  He turned me around and I could feel his hand between my arse cheeks, as he stroked me with the other hand.  I was very close too.  I could feel that despite him cumming he was still horny, but I was teetering on the edge.  The strokes of his hand each time now making my body jerk.  I felt his finger slide inside me and suddenly I too let out a huge groan as I began shooting, he didn't stop and my sensitive cock was shooting cum over the floor.  I turned round and we kissed some more.  Both of us smiling and happy with the experience we just had.

We cleaned up and got dressed before heading back to our offices to carry on the day.  We laughed at how can we possibly go back to work after that.  But we did!  We'll meet again for sure.  Just don't know when.