mrcocksman's Blog

As I've previously stated in this blog, I have been obsessed with nudity and sex for as long as I can remember. I recall when I was no more than 4 or 5 years of age, playing in an old barn with a neighborhood boy (my age) named Mickey. I recall we both pulled our pants down and while in a squatting position rubbed our child bare asses together. I know I found it enjoyable, as I still have that memory some 72 years later. Again as I stated earlier, at age 11 or 12 I loved going to my male cousin's house where he and I would take off our clothes and marvel at each other's nakedness. I have such fond memories of sucking his cock, and of him sucking mine.We eventually reached a point where we jacked off together and would cum. It did not occur to me to have him cum in my mouth, nor for me to cum in his mouth. Missed opportunities! We eventually "grew out" of having immature sex and I was left with jacking off whenever I could. I once had a high school friend spend the night in my parent's house. We were allowed to sleep in the basement in privacy. I talked him into getting naked with me, and later that night I sucked his stiff cock. Unfortunately, he found it repulsive that I would be able to take his cock in my mouth and suckle on it. There went that high school friendship! I chronicle in an earlier passage how my high school classmate "Butch" and I once jacked off together in the front seat of a car. It then wasn't until I went away to college and began having sex with women that I had sex beyond just jacking myself off. I still love to jack off, although it is much, much more of a chore now that I'm age 76. Even at my "advanced" age of 76 the urge and desire and fascination with sex still burns brightly within me. I honestly feel that I am just as horny now as I was at age 25. That may not be entirely possible, but it SEEMS that way to me. I can still ocassionally get enough of a hard-on to be able to fuck my still attractive wife. Viagra is a help, but maintaing a hard-on is nearly impossible. Because I am a prostate cancer survivor (I elected to not have my prostate removed) I am unable to produce semen. I can still "cum," but it's a "dry" climax where nothing comes out of my cock. The strong, pleasureable feeling is still there, but there is no beautiful white creamy cun to show for it. Thank God I can at least still jack off and (dry) cum!

I just posted this in the Newdudenudes "Erotic Stories" section. I thought it might also be a worthy entry for my blog: Years ago, my wife and I used to drive our full-size Dodge van 3-1/2 hrs. each way to visit her elderly father. I was (and still am) always horny. On more than one occasion on the drive home (it was always at night) my sexy wife would silently get out of her front seat and step into the large back seat area and strip competely naked. She would then return to the front seat area and begin unbuckling my pants. Without saying a word she would pull my pants down to my ankles and then climb onto me face-to-face and sit on my hard cock, reverse cowboy style. Such an exciting and naughty feeling having her smooth and luscious body on me while I was driving! The large van had plenty of room on either side of the driver's seat for her shapely legs. She would be nibbling on my ear while we drove, the van having been set on cruise control. Her writhing on my cock combined with her soft moans of delight never failed to make me cum, which was always a somewhat messy affair. Those were definitely the days (and nights)!

I did not have sex with a woman until I went away to college. I had been conflicted my entire life by my sexual attraction to both men and women. Once I had sex with a woman I was convinced that I was heterosexual, and that, as I've since learned, as with many bisexual guys, I tried to keep my desire for sex with males "in the closet," finally convinced that I was heterosexual after all. It was while I was still in college I met the woman who became the love of my life. After dating for a year we were married in 1968. I had enlisted in the U.S. Air Force, It was during the time I was in the military that I had occasion to see a book in 1972, euphemistically titled "The Science of Pornography." I saw in it a photo of two guys engaged in "69" with each other. That black and white photo awakened the repressed feelings I had for sex with a guy. Being happily married I did not act on the bisexual feelings that had resurfaced within me. After my enlistment in the Air Force ended I began working at a state university. In 1978 I had hired a young man named "Jon" (not his real name). Jon and I became fast friends, and after a year or so working together discovered we had a strong physical attraction to each other. I was terribly conflicted by my feelings for Jon. I loved my wife, and, in spite of having two children, she and I still had a great sex life. But somehow it wasn't enough. Jon and I eventually succumbed to our sexual attraction to each other and had sex in his apartment one afternoon. Sex with Jon was amazingly fulfilling! We were both extremely physical in expressing our desiure for each other. Whereas my wife had always been a reluctant Fench kisser, Jon loved to French kiss, as did I. He had an attractive body and a great cock and large balls. We got together to get naked and suck each other's cocks and masturbate each other as often as we could. He once allowed me to fuck his asshole, and it was wonderful. For various reasons, Jon never did fuck me, although I wanted him to. We enjoyed naked fun together and making out and sucking each other off when we could.

I did not have sex with a woman until I went away to college. I had been conflicted my entire life by my sexual attraction to both men and women. Once I had sex with a woman I was convinced that I was heterosexual, and that, as I've since learned, as with many bisexual guys, I tried to keep my desire for sex with males "in the closet," finally convinced that I was heterosexual after all. It was while I was still in college I met the woman who became the love of my life. After dating for a year we were married in 1968. I had enlisted in the U.S. Air Force, It was during the time I was in the military that I had occasion to see a book in 1972, euphemistically titled "The Science of Pornography." I saw in it a photo of two guys engaged in "69" with each other. That black and white photo awakened the repressed feelings I had for sex with a guy. Being happily married I did not act on the bisexual feelings that had resurfaced within me. After my enlistment in the Air Force ended I began working at a state university. In 1978 I had hired a young man named "Jon" (not his real name). Jon and I became fast friends, and after a year or so working together discovered we had a strong physical attraction to each other. I was terribly conflicted by my feelings for Jon. I loved my wife, and, in spite of having two children, she and I still had a great sex life. But somehow it wasn't enough. Jon and I eventually succumbed to our sexual attraction to each other and had sex in his apartment one afternoon. Sex with Jon was amazingly fulfilling! We were both extremely physical in expressing our desiure for each other. Whereas my wife had always been a reluctant Fench kisser, Jon loved to French kiss, as did I. He had an attractive body and a great cock and large balls. We got together to get naked and suck each other's cocks and masturbate each other as often as we could. He once allowed me to fuck his asshole, and it was wonderful. For various reasons, Jon never did fuck me, although I wanted him to. We enjoyed naked fun together and making out and sucking each other off when we could.

By the time I was in high school (in the early-mid 1960s) my cousin and I were no longer having sex together. We just seemed to drift apart due to (I suppose) other interests, friends, etc. My sexual encounters were definitely few and far between. One memory I can share happened during my Sophomore year. A male classmate of mine and I were both sitting in an old car I had been given. The car was kept in a distant relative's barn in the country. There was no one else on the farm that day. "Butch" was sitting in the driver's seat and I was sitting in the passenger side. We were engaged in idle conversation when Butch casually asked me if I enjoyed jacking off. Since he broached the subject, I said "of course I do. I just never have an opportunity, what with living at home and sharing a bedroom with my two younger brothers." He then suggested we jack off in front of each other and cum. In nothing flat we had our pants pulled down to our ankles and had our cocks out. We began furiously jacking off and we each came in short order. I had stopped stroking my cock when Butch, still stroking his cock looked over at me and said "I like to keep jacking it off to get that last bit of cum out." Naturally, I started jacking off my still hard cock until, just as Butch said, I came again, albeit a small amount. Still, that afternoon I learned to keep stroking my cock until I had extracted all the cum. I have wondered all these intervening 62 (or so) years what would have happened if I had taken Butch's cock in my hand while he was still stroking and finished him off. Or better yet, I wonder what would have happened if I had leaned over, bent down and taken his cock in my mouth. I'll never know.

Sex has always been a priority in my life. For as far back as I can remember I have harbored a great desire to be nude. When I would read a story or see a film where someone found himself alone on, say, an uninhabited Island I was always struck by the fact that, if I was in that situation I would definitely be "naked as a jaybird," period! As I previously wrote in this blog I finally had the opportunity to experience a fully naked lifestyle a few years ago in the Quartzsite, Arizona desert. What an unforgettable and thrilling experience that was! Back many years ago when I was around 12 years old I would go to my male cousin's house. His parents were always at work and he was often left on his own. We discovered that we both had a strong mutual interest in sex and being nude together. I found it to be great fun spending time with him in his room, both of us naked and exploring each other's bodies. I was a year and a half older than he, and he was fascinated with the fact that I had pubic hair and he did not. We took turns sucking each other's cocks, although neither of us knew about jacking off nor had either of us cum yet. We had no knowledge (let alone experience) about fucking, either with a girl or each other. We had naked fun with each other this way for a couple of years. To this day I have many fond memories of the two of us playing naked together, feeling and sucking each other's cock and balls.

My hope in writing this blog entry is that newdudenudes members/readers will find what I have to say interesting and erotic. I am a 76 year old married male bisexual. Though I am married and have been for more than five decades my beautiful and sympathetic wife is aware that I am bisexual. She is well aware of my bisexual/gay sexual tendencies. No one else in my family knows of my bisexual persuasion. I am also a dedicated nudist. Nudity means everything to me. I am nude at home as often as possible. For as far back as I can remember I have been fascinated with nudism. My enjoyment of being nude as often as possible is deeply rooted in sexuality, as opposed to the idea of "being one with nature." Sadly, my loving wife does not share my love of being naked. To her credit, she tolerates me not wearing clothes unless absolutely necessary. It was not until after our son and daughter reached adulthood and moved out of our home that I was finally able to be nude on a daily basis. My wife and I do not often have visitors, so being nude at home is not as risky as it might otherwise be. Because we live in the Midwest my nudity is unfortunately constricted by the cold tempeatures during the winter months (November until May). One of the greatest thrills of my entire life happened when I was 74 years of age. On a trip to Arizona from Southern California in our motorhome I convinced my wife that we should plan to "boondock" camp at Quaertzsite, Arizona. The small desert town of Quartzsite is where a vast amount of land owned by the Bureau of Land Management lies. Within this acreage is a rugged area known as "The Magic Circle" which is designated as a "clothing optional" area. There within the Magic Circle I was able to go naked completely unfettered. I availed myself of naked walks, both with my wife and alone. I sat outside completely naked as people passed by. It was one of the best times I have ever had in my entire life. Truly, "a dream come true!"