I'm a country boy, born and raised... Yeah, I wear flannel. I hunt and fish and do all the normal things guys do... Been married, had s (and grands), but I'm single now and plan to stay that way. Lived most of my life in the closet. But, the time came when I finally got fed up with living a double life, where I'm from a man doesn't just advertise that he enjoys an occasional dose of penis, so I came out to those who mattered... And I've never regretted coming out to my family and friends. I'm a masculine guy, hell, some of the buds I grew up with still think I'm shinin' em on about walkin' both sides of the fence. Then again, there have been a few that have came out to me, but noone else. If it can work for me, it can work...

My Ideal Person Someone who walks in their own Sovereignty, that is, they own the ground they stand on... without arrogance; without fear; without the need for approval; without guilt for being who and whatever they need to be. Someone who has a healthy, positive self image; has intelligence and knows how to use it (not meaning a know it all or a fact monger, but one who has a strong helping of common sense that, by the way, isn't all that common...). I don't need (or want) to 'complete' anyone. That idea is horseshit. I don't need someone who needs to feed off of my confidence, ego or self image (although I have a surplus of each, you cannot have it. If you cannot develop those things for yourself, then you have already failed on every point made before this sentence. I just want someone I can interact with as an equal, who needs nothing from me other than my presence (and hopefully some peter) and attention during the time that we share. Without obligation, commitment, promises, guilt, or cost (either mentally, physically, or economically). Just lookin' for a fuckbuddy that can actually have a conversation beyond saying 'Oh, yeah' or 'Me, too' or some such shit whenever I make a statement or ask a question; just need a guy that is what he is, bona fide, good or bad or indifferent. Oh yeah, and a good ol' fat pecker wouldn't suck, either..

Tell one of your favorite sexual fantasies. Don't hold back!:
It's a slow day at the office. I'm bored and wishing
for a nap... Works caught up, reports filed, emails sent,
calls made and I'm SO bored. So, I pull up my favorite
porn site and get the pure coconut oil out of my desk an move
my box of tissue just a bit closer. I find a vid that looks
hot and play it as I slowly do a backhand stroke on my slick
and stiffening dick... And then, of course, I hear the chime
for the front entry sound and scramble to stash myself back
in my pants and wipe the oil off my hands without leaving
spots of it everywhere. I paste on a 'Gee, I'm so
pumped that you decided to stop by' smile, when I turn
the corner and there in the waiting room is one of the hottest
guys I've ever seen with my own two eyes AND I had him
all to myself... I felt my softening fuckstick take pause
and, what.., was that a, a throbbing sensation from ol'
Sparky? Hmmm.... He was bigger than me; about 6'1"
or so, broad shoulders, thick chest (with a few dozen dark
curlies competing to peek out of the neck opening of his
button-down). He was wearing slacks that were baggy cut,
but his thighs kinda negated the ability of the cut to keep
them baggy and (I suspected) his tight butt was helping
out by tightening the crotch material over his junk. But,
despite my survey of his obvious virtues, I met his eyes
without wavering or being obvious about my instant and
intense attraction to this guy... Or so I thought... He
was around 28 or 29 I guessed, but he had that combination
of light complexion, baby face, and dark beard shadow (even
though closely shaven) that reminds me of a hairy, knowing,
sex crazed adolescent (and that would be me at the described
age) that wanted an older man, BAD... Smiling, welcoming
him to the office, shaking his hand (EXcellent shake: grip,
YES; duration, about 4 seconds), and then as I asked him
what it was that I could do for him, I tried to retract my hand
but he held onto it for just a breathspan longer than expected...
I paused and glanced at our hands still wrapped tightly,
and then looked up into his face. What I saw amazed me. Almost
nothing at all on that youthful face except, as I watched,
a oh-so-slight grin crossed his full, almost pouty, lips
and a not-so-slight widening of the eyes and dilation of
his pupils. DAMN!! This ass-kicking guy is coming on to
me... ME... a short, too round, salt 'n pepper, 50 somethin'
number cruncher... Hell, maybe I DID take a nap and I'll
wake up soon with a ragin' boner and close early, again.
But, as we introduced ourselves and established his purpose
for visiting the office that day, I couldn't help appreciating
the beauty of his still brilliant youthfulness. And as
we bantered along, establishing our business relational
understanding that defines his needs and expectations
and my offered services along with estimated completion
time and costs involved. He'd been setting in one of
the armed client chairs at my desk, relaxed with one arm
on the rest and the other sort of over the top corner of the
chairback (which caused the neck of his shirt to spread
open, revealing more of his very hairy chest), one foot
resting on the knee of the other leg. I had to exert considerable
will to keep my eyes from darting down to his crotch as we
spoke. His strong gaze was missing nothing... Then, after
saying that it sounded as if I could provide all of the services
that he would require, his gaze dropped toward the floor
and, uncrossing his leg, he leaned forward in his chair
and laying his large, thick fingered hand on my desktop,
he rather slowly raised his eyes until they met mine and
he asked, 'What all do you DO in your offices?'
And he obviously was not speaking about business matters
any longer. Not with the impish, half smile on his face and
one eyebrow raised... I smiled my best, most confident
smile and said slowly, 'ANYTHING that I want to do...
Anything at all...' After a few seconds of us just looking
into the face of the other, I asked if he'd care for something
to drink and as I began across the room, he asked where the
bathroom was. I told him the client head was just off the
waiting room, but that my private head was just around the
back corner of my office; that he was welcome to make use
of it if he wished, which he did... I could go on ad nauseum,
, however, to shorthand it, when I came back with some drinks,
he spoke to me from inside the bath; he'd left the door
open. He asked me if he could ask my opinion about something.
I said that, sure he could, but only if he could take the truth;
that I tended to be blatant when asked what I thought about
one thing or the other... Just as I reached the desk, and
having set the sodas down, I hear him say, 'Tell me the
truth, now. What do you think? I'd had my back to him,
and as I turned to face him, I couldn't believe my eyes.
Dan, as he asked to be called, was standing in the doorway,
leaning on the facing, with his shirt gone, his shoes gone,
his pants open and pushed down where his butt cheeks were
barely keeping them off the floor, as he cupped his hand
under his balls so that his pecker rested on top of them in
all it's short, but very thick glory..... Told him
I didn't know for sure; couldn't without more
information as I crossed the short space between us and,
going down to my knees, I shed my own shirt and unfastened
and dropped my slacks as I knelt. I enjoyed blowin'
ol' Dan more than any other guy I've ever tasted,
and there have been some fine balls slappin' me on the
chin over the years... He seemed to enjoy returning the
favor shortly after, making lots of yummy sounds as he bobbed
and smacked on ol' Sparky, watching my face as he did...
We finished up doin' it 69... He was sensitive to having
his tight, brown pucker lightly teased by my calloused
fingers and he blew a monster load into my needful mouth...
Salty, indeed.... I spit out his spuge and kissed him long
and hard. He gave it right back to me and then, we just lay
there on the floor for awhile before collecting ourselves
and returning to our 'respectable' selves. That
was seven years ago, and Dan and I have become quite good
friends. He loves to fish and, as chance would have it, I
happen to have a house just above the shoreline of one of
the best fishing lakes in the state.... He often comes up
and spends the weekend just relaxing and letting the fish
get a little bigger until the day arrives when we decide
to finally bait one of those hooks and just catch 'em
all.....

What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Giving Oral Sex, Receiving Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Toys (Vibrators/Dildos/etc.), Role Playing, Threesomes, Mutual Masturbation, Voyeurism, Massage

What factors are most important to you when looking for a sexual partner?:
Ability to be discreet, Sexual appetite, Willingness to freely discuss and try anything, Agreeable to a commitment free sexual relationship

Ever fantasized about having sex with a celebrity? Who? What turns you on about them?:
I'm just not into the 'Celebrity' mindset...

Have you ever had cybersex?:
I've tried it, but it's just not the same.

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