New Adventure, New Thread (M)

[MadameSarcasm]

So for everyone looking for sweaty, salacious photos, we are back on track.

Hot sweaty day-um! Looking good, sir!

 

[Cthulhu1138]

You know I love you sweaty.

Mmm...stay on track, Sexy man! Your strength in character will help you to endure through the fire.

Hot sweaty day-um! Looking good, sir!

A wise Chicagoan once said "give the lady what she wants."
(I have a feeling I have said this before but it bears repeating)

I know that all my anger and fretting can get tiresome.

Thank you dear ladies for being so patient and supportive!

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

I have been home for a week and trying to back on to familiar, healthy habits.

Rage and anger are not the best ways to get a cardio workout or a good source of endorphins.


I want to let y'all know that I am not looking to watch the world burn or hoping to be perpetually angry (I have a knack for it, but rage is not such a marketable skill).


So for everyone looking for sweaty, salacious photos, we are back on track.

A punching bag might be beneficial for a time.. just saying. *big hugs* As always, you look scrumptious even when sweaty and smelly.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

A punching bag might be beneficial for a time.. just saying. *big hugs* As always, you look scrumptious even when sweaty and smelly.

Jogging to angry music works well, as does the kick boxing. My frail body would probably get its ass whooped by a punching bag.

Considering how often I am sweaty and smelly that is a relief.
Thank you my sweet rose

 

[talikat]

I have been home for a week and trying to back on to familiar, healthy habits.

Rage and anger are not the best ways to get a cardio workout or a good source of endorphins.


I want to let y'all know that I am not looking to watch the world burn or hoping to be perpetually angry (I have a knack for it, but rage is not such a marketable skill).


So for everyone looking for sweaty, salacious photos, we are back on track.

It's healthier to express rage than suppress it though, I use it for my workouts too because fighting is better than giving up. Awesome photo!

 

[Cthulhu1138]

It's healthier to express rage than suppress it though, I use it for my workouts too because fighting is better than giving up. Awesome photo!

Thank you Tali!

I am trying to sublimate my rage, to let it just boil off me in to the ether, like dry ice on the pavement.

I feel less angry these days and when I speak to my father there is no more yelling.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Vulnerability and inevitability


A friend of mine opined recently that "chicks dig vulnerability."

With that in mind I'm going to tell you a story about when I was up visiting my father recently.

This is Fido. He is 41 years old. I bought him for my mother when she was in the hospital from the hospital gift shop when I was a very very little boy.
She had gotten a pin stuck in a bone of her foot so needed to spend the night before surgery. I figured Fido would be a good companion for her when she was all alone. She suggested that he might keep me company at home and so I should hold on to him until she returned.

I slept with Fido, ate with Fido, played with Fido for probably the next 3 years.

I found him in December when I went to visit my father, stuffed in a box with old ties and socks that had not been opened since my father moved into the house he has now.

While I was up in Wisconsin dealing with the loss of my mother and trying to straighten up the house I thought it would be nice to perhaps bring him home as a memento of the good times I had with my mother. So I decided that he should probably get doused with some Lysol spray to make sure he wasn't bringing home any fun and interesting new items or hitchhikers.

Then a funny thing happened.

When the Lysol hit his little black button eye it condensed and it looked like he was crying. That was the first time I lost it and the first time I sobbed for the loss of my mother.


After crying uncontrollably for about 5 minutes I decided to load him in the washing machine with some Woolite on the softest setting possible and for the rest of the time I was there I slept with him in my arms so I didn't feel so alone, so overwhelmed by all that I had to deal with.

I don't know if that makes me a pansy or a weirdo or just a human being experiencing some grief.

 

[Mariabay]

I am going to see if there is any interest in sharing my thoughts as well as sharing my pics.

Someone I used to know suggested that women want a man to showcase his intelligence as well as his physical attributes.

So with that in mind, a quick story


Like many of the folks here, I am in a less than ideal situation in the relationship department. There is affection, there is a connection, but 'more like a chummy roommate' is an apt description. The passion and flame, if it was ever there, struggles like an ember in the snow.

My kinks are not shared and my appetite for sex dwarfs hers.

So I come here, I look at sexy photos, I read salacious stories, and I share my dirty thoughts.

As for the inaugural pic, it is meant to showcase strength, which I never had before in all my years of trying to be 'strong' and working jobs that required it. It also is meant to showcase balance [*note* doing a squat would have been great but there is no way I could have captured that in a photo] which I am trying to achieve between being who I am and want to be and who society tells me a man my age should be.

I hope that y'all enjoy.

I guess it was not a quick story.
I am no good at telling those.

Hello I saw your story well some of it and thought I would say hi if you want to know more please let me know. M. xx

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Hello I saw your story well some of it and thought I would say hi if you want to know more please let me know. M. xx

As a wiser man than I once remarked to a neophyte,

"Welcome to the party, pal!"

Thank you for your comment, especially considering that it your very first!

I hope that you enjoy your time here.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

I am 1,000 miles away from where I was this morning, in a place so lush and warm and lit by the sun that my traveling companions were on the brink of complaining.

It is amazing how salubrious the sun can be.

My belly is full of food I did not buy, my thirst is slaked by beer bought by someone else. My ardor by is stoked by exciting new strangers.

This is an odd new chapter in my professional life but I am happy to brace the change, since it comes with sunny skies and warm skin.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Honoring a request from a friend.

Hoping that is what they had in mind and that it brings a smile to their beautiful face.

 

[StacyLeigh]

A friend of mine opined recently that "chicks dig vulnerability."

I don't know if that makes me a pansy or a weirdo or just a human being experiencing some grief.

First of all... yes, we do. Anytime you can let your guard down for someone it makes them feel special. And chicks dig feeling special

But honestly you are just human. I've been there and even more than a decade later, the *feels* still hit me at random times.

Fido is lucky to have you

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Thank you, dear Stacy, for providing the all important 'chick' perspective!

Such helpful insight is always appreciated.


I reckon that I will be coming to terms with my mother's death for a while. I am headed back north next week, so I am sure there will be more raw emotions.

I will probably bring Fido with me so I have a friend.

 

[MadameSarcasm]

Definitely take Fido. You need Fido, and Fido, like the Velveteen Rabbit, needs you.

Big hug and kiss from Maryland, dear man.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Definitely take Fido. You need Fido, and Fido, like the Velveteen Rabbit, needs you.

Big hug and kiss from Maryland, dear man.

I remember reading that book as a boy. I think that he became a real rabbit in the end. That would be amazing and terrifying if I had my own personal dinosaur!

I have contemplated bringing my dogger with me to my father's house, but fear that the solace I will receive will pale in comparison to the trauma she will experience.

Fido is the wiser choice for a travel companion.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Today my buddy and I had an hour break so we each rented a small speedboat and explored Tampa Bay and the river through town.

It was great getting to be out on the water, just two goofs enjoying an open expanse with no other traffic, no customers, just the simple, sublime joy of boating.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

No long story

Just like the way I looked in the hotel room mirror.

 

[MadameSarcasm]

You may like the way you look, but I love the way you look! Very sexy, dear man. Good thing I am nowhere nearby, or you'd have your hands full.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

You may like the way you look, but I love the way you look! Very sexy, dear man. Good thing I am nowhere nearby, or you'd have your hands full.

Thank you my dear!


I will tell you that right now I would energetically welcome a distraction like that!

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Update


I left Tampa, FL this morning to be with my father after I found out that he had a stroke.

On my drive up to Door County I got a text that said he was talking. It was terse but quite happy news. When I arrived, he was awake and speaking and mobile. Well as mobile as he can be with all the other things going on right now.

So he is going to spend at least one or two nights in the hospital to recover from a stroke and then we will try to get him some inpatient rehabilitation so whatever muscles might have been affected can get some work.

He seems to be at least as coherent as he was before the stroke which is good. There's a bit more searching for words but that was always an issue for him.

All the staff are encouraged by his behavior and I think that like me they are optimistic about him making a nearly full recovery.

I rented a car straight from the airport so I had no Time to go home and get things like Fido or a winter coat.

I bought my dad a dog.

 

[StacyLeigh]

...the dog

https://cdn.quotesgram.com/small/33/69/379490160-e37a555351310a9d969bf697fd8d3f83.jpg

 

[talikat]

Today my buddy and I had an hour break so we each rented a small speedboat and explored Tampa Bay and the river through town.

It was great getting to be out on the water, just two goofs enjoying an open expanse with no other traffic, no customers, just the simple, sublime joy of boating.

Cute!

Just like the way I looked in the hotel room mirror.

yeah, we do too!

I left Tampa, FL this morning to be with my father after I found out that he had a stroke.

On my drive up to Door County I got a text that said he was talking. It was terse but quite happy news. When I arrived, he was awake and speaking and mobile. Well as mobile as he can be with all the other things going on right now.

So he is going to spend at least one or two nights in the hospital to recover from a stroke and then we will try to get him some inpatient rehabilitation so whatever muscles might have been affected can get some work.

He seems to be at least as coherent as he was before the stroke which is good. There's a bit more searching for words but that was always an issue for him.

All the staff are encouraged by his behavior and I think that like me they are optimistic about him making a nearly full recovery.

I rented a car straight from the airport so I had no Time to go home and get things like Fido or a winter coat.

I bought my dad a dog.

Awww!!

 

[MadameSarcasm]

You're a good son, Cthulu.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

...the dog

https://cdn.quotesgram.com/small/33/69/379490160-e37a555351310a9d969bf697fd8d3f83.jpg

Thank you clever, kind, sexy Madame President

Cute!

yeah, we do too!


Awww!!

Thank you so my, dear Tali, for being such a steadfast supporter for me!

You're a good son, Cthulu.

My father has said this several times to the folks bustling in and out of hospital room.

Perhaps he is finally beginning to believe it for himself.

Thank you

 

[Cthulhu1138]

I decided that on the way home from the hospital I would stop at the park that my father said my mother used to like to visit. Driving in my dad's car I crested the hill to make a turn down to the lake right as the song 'Yellow Ledbetter' by Pearl Jam came on the radio.
It was pretty good timing because by the time I pulled in the parking lot I couldn't see through my tears.

So I sat in the car singing and coherently as loud as I could and it just felt right to scream out the words "I don't know if I'm the boxer or the bag."


After the song ended and my tears had dried, I walked across the ice and snow to a bench where I reckon my mother spent a good time sitting contemplating the waves of the bay.

The waves were frozen solid and I could see ice fishing shacks and a truck out on the bay.

I stole a long piece of drift wood and threw it in the back of the car. Burning it will be the closest to a funeral pyre that I can get.