I've been in both moods, getting and giving. Lately I'm in the getting mood.

There's just about nothing that compares to having someone take their time with your manhood. That careful, almost reverent touch. The slow exploration. The delicate tasting, and kissing, and licking, and then the slow suck of someone who wants to savor you. When I'm in a mood, I can lose all sense of time, feel my mind go beautifully quiet, and lose myself in hours of edging and teasing and suckling between a man's legs.

I've got a pretty dick. And it's been a pretty long time since I encountered anyone with my level of enthusiasm for edging, teasing and milking a nice one. I'm a rare gem, apparently. But, all the same, here I am looking to see if I'm a special snowflake in the world, or if there's someone else who's a giver within a stone's throw of PDX.

I'm not in a hurry, and it might be a regular thing, or it might be a one time thing. Dunno. I'm a married man so it's not something I can do all the time, or just any time. I would much rather travel to you than host, for what I imagine are fairly obvious reasons. It'll be worth it especially if you've got a thing for verbal daddy types. I do love a good boy, and I'm generous with my praise.

I imagine I might catch a spot of hell for saying so, but if you studied at the school of sloppy, throat fucking, gagging style of cock-fu, we are... not auspiciously aspected to one another. I'm a tongue man, personally. Very sensitive head, and a sensitive coin purse that will be neatly groomed to avoid any unpleasantness between your teeth or in the back of your throat. I am, I have been told, a gentleman. I like soft hands, and a light touch. Anything pleasurable ought to be drawn out a bit, as far as I'm concerned.

Your age and the predisposition of your body aren't all that concerning to me. I've loved people of all shapes and sizes and shades, and I enjoy the skill and patience of age as much as the tender excitement of youth. In this particular instance, I am looking for a man. No offense ladies, but there're times when a brother in arms just has a bit of a home field advantage. Plus, that's the kind of itch I've got lately. I'm in a daddy sort of mood, so if you happen to be in a boyish sort of mood, all the better. I'm as comfortable with a more effeminate boy as I am a more masculine boy, so don't let anything on that continuum make you shy about reaching out, either. I don't do any drug that didn't at one point have roots of one kind or another, and I haven't picked up any bugs I might pass along; I'm grateful to have a robust health plan. I would prefer us both relatively sober, at least enough that we both leave with a clear memory of what occurred or, if you like, what went down.

I am, I assure you, utterly sober as I write this meandering post.

If, like me, some degree of anonymity is your preference, and you've got the means to set up a glory hole situation, I'm amenable to that, and I'm certainly sympathetic to the need for privacy. I'm partial to the chair and sheet approach; the knees aren't what they used to be and good head tends to undermine their stability at the best of times.

As for me, I'm about as caucasian as they come, which I know will be important to a probably not insignificant slice of the populace who like to know that sort of things well ahead of time. If that's of paramount concern for you, however, we might not get along very well. Bearded, going gray, and the muscle I have isn't as evident as it was a decade ago. I carry about an extra fifty pounds of contentment around with me, a consequence of prioritizing a love of sensation over a love of the mirror. I can still run a mile and haul a buck fifty up a few flights of stairs, though, and I look good in flannel. I smoke tobacco, because the world is on fire and I'm not all that excited to make it to the water wars anyhow. I suppose I'm something of a hedonistic nihilist deep down. I'm about average height, right around the six foot mark. I'm sometimes told I have nice hands, and I've weathered a handful of compliments regarding my posterior. People other than my mother have used the word 'handsome' to describe me somewhat more than a few times, and somewhat fewer than would seem excessive or disingenuous. I lost a bit of skin shortly after I was born, a misguided attempt to insure either the health of my member or maybe to trick G-d into thinking I might be one of his chosen people, either of which seem foolish to me now. I'm a healthy handful at full mast, and haven't historically disappointed anyone so far as I know, though a few partners have asked that I take it slow with them.

I hail from Alabama originally, and retain a hint of an accent.

If this all seems overly poetic and somehow smacks of something you might call pretentious or showy, I don't expect you'll be particularly fond of my personality. I try to enjoy most everything to its fullest when I can, including invitations to carnal liaisons. We've got the language, after all; might as well use it. That said, not very much of my personality is likely to be evident in my cock, and I can't imagine it has much of an influence on the taste of my load. So make of that what you want.

If you're even a little charmed, however, and find the prospect of enjoying what I've got to offer until I run out of the offering, my knees, as well as my DMs, are wide open. Don't be shy.