Bi-Top Married Dad's Bio: About Me

Who I am... about me (Please do not reblog/copy/share/download pics)

Welcome to my blog page. I made this blog to let you know a little about who I am, as well as what I look like.  It works as a way to put a bit more than what’s available in the regular profile format.  I only ask that what I share with you in here… stays in here.  That includes pictures as well as content.  I may be putting myself out there, but also have a need to be discreet. In other words, don’t download, copy, reblog, or share anything you see here. Thank you.

So what happens here? This is where you’ll learn about my various sides, as I have many: A rough side, a soft side, an intellectual side, a perv side, an extremely passionate and intense side, a romantic side, a musical side, an exhibitionist side (as you can see in my pics and perhaps have seen on cam), a playful side, a shy side, a wild side… and others. As you visit my blog, interact with me, or exchange messages with me, I’m sure you’ll be subjected to all of them.

I’m a married, masculine, bi-sexual man. I’m not one for labels, but I guess you need something to get a feel for the kind of guy I am… and I suppose that fits best. I’m 5'7", 171lbs. I guess I’m shorter than most, but I tuck into you very nicely that way.  I’m coated with a bit of fur, and every once in a while I’ll trim it down so it’s not too long, and I’ll accentuate the trail leading down to my bush. I have blue eyes and a bald head I shave a few times a week. I refuse to be one of those ‘comb over’ guys, and thankfully having a bald head is a cool thing nowadays instead of being considered some sort of affliction. After a day my head gets coated with a minimal amount of fuzz. People love to rub their hands on my head. They say it’s very soothing. You can rub any other body part that comes to mind if you wish. I’m into firefighting, anything outdoors, home improvement projects around the house, drumming, and I’m into just about any style of music. In fact, I am a HUGE fan of music. All styles, all types. I go wild over good dance music and good classic Disco, and for a white boy - I can move. And being Italian-American, I love Sinatra.  I grew up with his music playing in the house constantly and before I knew it I recognized the songs and knew all the words.  He’s incredible.  Besides, if you’re of Italian descent and don’t like Sinatra - you’re kicked out.  You’ll have to become Greek, or something, Ha-Ha.  My main passion is rock, though. Some of the newer bands who catch my ear are Rev Theory, Disturbed, Alter Bridge, or bands from the 90’s like Live, 3 Doors Down, Brother Cane, Black Crowes… and I have an eternal love for the Classic Rock bands of the 70’s and early 80’s including Zeppelin, Boston, The Eagles, Kansas, Journey, Pat Benatar, The Police, AC/DC, Pink Floyd, Fleetwood Mac (I’m in love with Stevie Nicks), Bad Company, etc., and my favorite band on the planet will always be RUSH!  They just seem to encompass everything there is about music that I love.  And thanks to a certain celebrity from Tinsletown, I’m recently a Springsteen fan.  The guy really turned me on to him when for the longest time I just didn’t go much for his stuff.  He and I traded albums to listen to.  I’d give him a Rush album to check out for a week, and he’d give me a Springsteen album.  Then we’d talk about it at the end of the week.  I don’t know if I turned him into a Rush fan, but he did turn me into a much bigger Springsteen fan.

But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because of men. I’m looking for hot masculine buddies to bond with. My philosophy is, all men who hang together should cum together.

It’s all about the bond - as men. Nothing beats the bond two men can have; physically, emotionally, or spiritually. It’s something I hold very close to my soul in terms of need, and desire. That’s why I’m here. I’m not looking to hook up with anybody, but it’s certainly not out of the question - as I have done it many times before, and know first hand that sex between two men is more incredible than I thought it would be. As I tell the Bi-curious whom have asked me in the past what it is like, I tell them “It’s everything you think it will be, and more”. I love sex with men. And… I’m good at it. I love the aggression, the limitless passion, the adrenaline, the sweat, and the physical force that two men can bring to each other. I love the strength, the power, the hardness, the masculine scent, and the sound of a man when he’s cumming.  The aggression comes from the massive jolts of adrenaline that shoot through me like rockets when that 'fuck’ feeling has taken over. When I’m fucking a guy, and he reaches that place of primal orgasmic pleasure from deep within him, that is when I feel so mighty and powerful… knowing I did that.

Yet there is mutual caring and bonding at the same time. It’s not about dominance, or 'winning’. It’s about mutually pleasing and displaying that power can equally exist with tenderness. It’s a feeling that cannot be matched through heterosexual sex.  I mean let’s face it. The male body is fucking incredible. How can I possibly keep my hands off?  I must be clear, though. I’m not looking for a boyfriend.  I’ve certainly fallen for a guy or two in the past, and it led to heartbreak, regret, and that endless wonder of what 'could have been’.  It carries with me to this day, sadly. However, it has also taught me that I have the capacity to feel love for another man which is a personal discovery that made it all worth it.  Still, heartbreak hurts like hell so it has made me somewhat less emotionally available.  Yet I remain a friendly and welcoming person.  Sure, the idea of experiencing feelings for someone again is certainly possible.  However, it is not what I am looking for and I find I shy away from people who try too hard to take it there.  If it is going to happen, it will happen on its own.  Just sayin’.

I’m a guy with a white collar job, but a blue collar attitude.  I’d much rather be having a beer at a dive bar and laughing from casual discussion than having martinis on the golf course while complaining about the stock market.  As a masculine man who is deeply attracted to other masculine men, you’ll find I don’t go much for feminine acting males. Men should be men, in my opinion. So if you tend to 'float’ across the room and immediately take notice to the draperies whenever you enter someone’s home… perhaps you’ve visited the wrong blog. If you enjoy wearing clothing or anything else that is supposed to be on a woman… this isn’t the place to indulge in it. If you know all the words to every Judy Garland song, shame on you. LOL I mean no disrespect or insult to anyone… hell I happen to be very fond of Streisand’s voice and own a lot of her material (A Piece of Sky from Yentl is my favorite - let’s see who knows that one), but I’m sure you get what I mean. I’m not judgmental to anyone or their lifestyles, but I’m very clear on what doesn’t interest or attract me, all the same. And please don’t think I categorize men who feel deeply, have good hearts, and appreciate finer things in art, music, stage and/or theater as feminine. I do not. I’ve even been in a few community theater plays and had a blast at each one.  I also think a man who can cook and/or bake… is sexy.  But men who roll their eyes as a form of communication, play bitchy games with people and get proud of themselves for it, send nasty hateful messages from behind the safety of their keyboards (so tough), say the word “eewww” after making that “tsk” sound between their tongue and teeth, are afraid of sports or getting dirty, are intimidated at the thought of hammers and nails, and tend to know more about feminine products and the latest in fashion trends than women do would do well to find someone else to spend their time with. You won’t have anything in common with me.

So why all these pics of myself, you ask? (did you ask?) Well I’m explaining them anyway. It’s because for a very long time my only connection to other men was through my computer. Taking pics of myself was the only way to know another man was looking at me. And it was very, very important to me to have that. I don’t belong to a gym, I’m not on a sports team where I’ll be huddled with the boys, and I don’t have a group of buds where we’ll all be naked together. So these pics are my way of being seen, and accepted. It closes that gap of separation and allows me to exist with a group of individuals I desire to exist with, yet otherwise cannot in the way I freely wish I could. Even though I’ve branched out from the computer in my willingness to bond with men, it still remains my main avenue for this bonding experience. And to be quite honest, it’s infectious as well as extremely arousing. Much like masturbation, there is a sensual and self-gratifying satisfaction in taking pictures of oneself, and I’ve become somewhat of a self-pic whore. It’s at this point in my blog I must reiterate not copying, sharing, or downloading anything that is here. It’s not like I think I’m all that (I don’t), but still would appreciate your respect in this matter.

I do try and take care of my body, but I’m far from being a muscle jock/gym rat type.  I’d love to be spending lots of time at the gym getting that Hollywood body, and would be very dedicated to it if I had the time. But my day doesn’t leave me with much 'personal’ time, so I can only do what I can here and there. I hope I look alright, regardless. That, of course, is entirely up to you to decide. And unfortunately, the HUNG fairy seemed to pass me by when those big dicks were being handed out. I can’t believe these 8 and 9 inch long and ultra thick cocks I see on so many of you blessed studs. You’re quite fortunate to have them. Hell… I’d be happy with 7”. HA-HA. I find myself fascinated with bigger cocks just out of the wonder of what it must be like to HAVE all that. But it is certainly no requirement for being desirable, nor do I look at it as a barometer for manliness. I’m not shy about showing what I have (especially in the company of like-minded men who are into other men), but do me a favor and don’t sign me up for any locker room contests. I’m usually the 'lil guy in the crowd, and I’ve learned to be okay with that. I’m getting more and more into wanting to be hanging naked in large groups of men, who just want to be men. I’ve also learned that size doesn’t matter. Passion does. And when it comes to sensuality and raw adrenalized passion, that’s where I am at my best. I live for the that… SURGE.

A regular fuck buddy would be awesome.  My ideal thing would be to have a good bud who I could hang with, watch the game with some beers, and be naked the entire time while we fuck around.  That would rock.

I’ve become known as somewhat of a Dad in these parts.  I love the mentor/fledgling relationship a young man and myself can have.  So much to be shared and passed down.  But I’ve also noticed some to be taking my openness to a young man or how I would raise a son of my own as a sexual fondness for the under-aged.  That could not be more wrong.  So let’s talk about the dad/son legal age thing…  It seems some of the questions and comments I’ve been getting recently have been geared around having sons or underage guys around, and what I would do with them.  Let’s make this the post that sets the record straight.  I don’t get sexually turned on by under-aged boys.  In fact, I really don’t get attracted to anyone who is younger than around 24 or 25 and even that is not a common thing for me.  If I get excited at all about what some college aged guys are doing with each other, it’s because it makes me look back on my own youth and think of how much more I wish I were able to experience for myself at that age.  I get excited FOR them, not BY them – if that makes any sense.  I’m kind of envious of the sexual bonding and camaraderie they are experiencing, for I didn’t have that.  At least, not as nearly as  much as I wish I had.

When I talk about having a son around, I talk in the sense that I would want them to grow up in a wide open atmosphere where they wouldn’t have to hide anything about who they are, who they are attracted to, or what their bodies look like.  I would want him (them) to feel comfortable being naked, have a good and confident self image, be comfortable talking with me about their bodies as they develop into men, comfortable to follow their desires and make discoveries about what they are curious about in their sexuality.  I would never want him (them) to feel like they have to hide their porn stash or keep secrets about what they feel inside.  And if that means they happen to get a hard on while sitting naked on the couch while we’re all watching TV, FINE!  That’s what men get!  If they see me with an erection, FINE!  It’s okay!  If they are hanging with their buds one day jerking off to porn together, or experimenting with something sexual and I walk in on it… SO WHAT!  I’d much rather be able to talk with them about it rather than it being hidden from me.  If they are underage, I would certainly advise them to hold off until they are a bit older and can handle it more maturely, and if they are over 18  then… GO FOR IT!  I could care less if my living room became the buddy jack off place to hang out naked and stroke it (just no cum on the couch, carpet, walls, or mirrors boys).   Let them enjoy themselves! I find that a much healthier and natural activity than drinking, doing drugs, or committing crimes just to keep from being bored.

Nobody else has to agree with, or accept my way of thinking.  It’s how I think, it’s how I feel about things, and I’m willing to talk about it.  Big deal.  Go in search of sexual predators and offenders somewhere else.  It just isn’t my thing.

I am a drama free, easy going guy, but I’m not afraid to be a good and trusted friend. Stay tuned for more in the near future.

Enjoy, and thanks for reading.

If this blog speaks to you in any way, I’d love to hear about it.  Leave a comment here, or send me a message.  That would be awesome.  Thanks!

If this overview of who I am intrigues you to want to know more, I have written an 8 part series where I go into detail about growing up with an attraction toward the male body and spirit, and the experiences I had along the way.  Bi-Married Dad's: The Early Years

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