May

05/01/05 Sunday 12:43

Another month gone. Where do they go so fast. Slow down time. Let me smell the roses!

Been working on the website. Put in new features. Be sure to check out the "Meet Old Men Here" link. It's like silverdaddies but you get to send as many messages as you would like without having to pay. The site is totally free as far as I can see. Take a look, I liked it and you might.

Also new is "video clip of the week". Be sure to take a peak at it too. I hope to make that a regular feature but will have to see how much transfer is used for members to view it. Might be that it eats up too much, if that's the case will have to discontinue it. But for now it up and runing.

Damn I get so hot looking at all the pictures on the internet. If I let myself I could jack off three or four times a day and still be horny.

I didn't hit with the gang yesterday. I didn't see Senior M.'s bicycle (three wheeler...his condo is almost next to the tennis courts but he can't walk even that far) so I just went off on my own and practiced my serve. Just couldn't see hitting against Senior W and Senior G as it doesn't do me any good to play patty cake with those two, although Senior G can still hit the ball real good. So I enjoyed myself serving about five bags of balls. Hopefully it helped me some.

I don't think I'll go to Alabama this month. Will go sometime in June. Probably early June before it gets too hot. Seeing the nephews and nieces and spending some time with them will be fun. And then before you know it Summer will be over and hurricane season will be here. Yes, slow down time! Life is flowing pass to fast.

Today, I will not go to the tennis court. I could as Dieter is sleeping in his favorite chair. But need to give my aging body a rest. And let me tell you it's taking a pounding on the tennis courts especially my feet and knees. I better learn to play well soon or else the old body is going to put a halt to my progress. Don't see how these old men in their 70's and 80's play so well!

The other day I was looking out the windows of the porch and a mystery of life was answered for me. I have always wonder why mockingbirds chased crows. I can't say how many time since I was a boy I've seen, high up in the sky a mockingbird or sometimes two of them dive bombing a big black crow in mid flight.

Well now I know. We have a pair of mockingbirds raising a brood in the hedge just outside the window. I had seen the parents fly into the hedge and then spot a fledgling quickly fluttering near by to be fed. Now, birds start their nest here is south Florida early. And some of the fledging are old enough to fly to a near by Laurel Oak. And the other day one of the fledglings was sitting in the Laurel Oak yelling for its parents to come feed it when sudden a big black crow swooped down from now where and knocked the little fledging mockingbird out of the tree and onto the ground. Then before the little fellow could get away, the crow fatally stabbed the little fledgling with his big, sharp beak. And then, as the parents of the fallen fledging flutter in the air, diving at the crow, the black sinister bird calmly dinned on the little fledging.

Chase the hell out of those crows, mockingbirds. I would do the same thing if I could fly.

05/03/05 4:14PM

It's tea time! That's what comes with living with an European. Dieter likes to drink tea in the afternoon. I wouldn't want to replace my morning coffee with tea, but a cup of Earl Grey tea in the afternoon is fine.

Monday night Dieter and I meet Sal and Erwin at Borders on University Drive for coffee about 8:00 PM.  Erwin was looking great! Damn I could have taken him into a stall in the bathroom and jerked his jeans down and suck his thick 80yo cock! I swear I could suck his dick and play with his huge balls for hours. And he's so handsome! But, I just never get a chance to play with him. Oh, well one of these days! Sal is going to New York next week, maybe I'll get a chance then?

Didn't hit with the group on Monday (we meet on Monday, Wednesday, Fridays & Saturdays). Senior G was there but he didn't see me practicing my serve two courts down from the clubhouse. One of the players in a double's team on court one asked Senior G to take his place so he could rest a couple of game, so Senior G got to play some. I think the team was shocked at how good he played. Good, now they can see that the group of old misfits that I hit with aren't that bad. Of course, I don't have much trouble with Senior G when he serving. I can hit a winner of his weak serve 80% of the time. Guess the old men in the doubles team he was playing with wasn't used to a serve that barely gets over the net. Anyway I spend the last two morning practicing my serve. I think it getting better, but not by much. Going to take me all summer to get my serve up to speed. Oh, well if tennis was so easy, I wouldn't enjoy it.

Been searching for short videos on the internet to post on the website. Found some incredible ones. There one I'm going to post that has a man taking about 16 inches of the thickest dildo I've ever seen a man take up the ass. It's quite a sight. Now the videos that I feature aren't always going to feature old men, in fact very few of the ones I get off the internet are going to be senior videos. I am going to feature erotic videos no matter what the age of the men. I'm also adding a new galleries of Bears for those that like them hairy and a little younger. So there are many changes coming to the website. There is lot of new content on the free page, but if you want to see all the galleries and read all the fiction and really be a part of the website, you have to subscribe. And at $29 a year it's still a bargain.

Have you noticed how the television news media will seize on a story and run it into the ground. This past week it was the ran away bride story. Now when it was realized that she was faking her abduction then the story should have ended there with a few seconds of air time. But no, television news spent hours on the story. They interview anyone that had ever wiped the woman's ass, or shit in the same bathroom the shed used. The coverage was totally ridiculous. What, isn't there something more important going on in the world than a woman getting cold feet before here wedding. Please! Any you were probably one of those glued to the tube watching every second of the coverage, and that's the sad part.

Dieter and I are going out to lunch with Sal and Erwin on Thursday. Maybe I follow Erwin to the bathroom and have him show me his dick? Sounds like the plan to me.

05/04/05 Wednesday 9:12PM

It raining outside. 69 degrees and raining. Was hot and humid in the morning when I got to the tennis court. One of the old guys that tried to give me lesson when I first begin tennis last Feb. was at the courts today. Senior Mt I'll call him. He's one of the handsomest old men in the complex. Used to come to the court everyday, play games, then use his ball machine for a couple hours before going to the gym and working out. Well he had a heart bypass a couple of months ago. Just started coming around the tennis courts again. I patted him on the back as we chatted and I stole a glance down at his crotch. He had a huge bulge! I think he's got a giant set of nuts. And I sure would like to play with them, not that I'll ever get the change. He asked if I was hitting better. I said yes, I was hitting with topspin now. He said that he tried to teach me how months ago. I told him that I wasn't ready to learn back then.

Was nice seeing him again. Will be interesting to see how quickly he gets back to playing tennis and if I'll be about to beat him once he get back in shape. Months ago, he and I used to play (last summer) games and he would beat me every time. I'm not sure that he can beat me now.

Senior G and Senior W were the only ones of our group that showed up today. I hit with them about fifteen minutes and that was all they wanted. So I practiced my serve a while then went off on my own. I could have joined them at the clubhouse and chatted with them, but I don't go to the tennis court to socialize. I'm serious about improving me game and that takes work

I see that the owner of http://www.graydad.com (the Meet Old Men link I have on the website) posted a note on his opening url of his website that he was getting too many people joining his website and that he couldn't keep it free for much longer. I was wondering how he was making any money on the website. Now I know the answer. He isn't! Well, will be interesting to see what happens with his website. I really don't understand someone like him thinking that they could open the kind of website that he opened and not charge for membership. He probably did it for the fun of creating a website like silverdaddies not realizing how much interest there is in such a website, especially if it totally free. And not realizing how much it cost him out of pocket. Hey, been there and down that! Now all those cheap ass people that flocked to his website because it was free will call him names and say what a terrible person he is. Yes, been there and had that done to me. Live and learn. Everyone wants something for nothing!

I'm tried. Time for me to hit the sack.

05/06/05 Friday 7:59PM

Late month I took pictures of my new tennis racket (Wilson Sledge Hammer 6.3). And told how I bought it on e-bay new even though it was discontinued by Wilson several years ago. Well I've gone back to my old Wilson Pro Staff 6.0. What caused the change when I was serving so hard with it? Well yesterday I went to the courts early and when I saw that Senior L was playing in a doubles game next to the clubhouse I thought maybe he'll want someone to fill in for him as he does sometimes. He near 90 and can hardly last for a full set of tennis. So, I took a seat and with my racked in my hand I watched them.

One of the guys playing, Senior C had commented that I should play with them some time. So I was confident that I would get to play in the game. And sure enough, Senior C glanced over at me as Senior L was recovering for having to run for a lob and said. "Start warming up Pete. We're going to need you."

So, I sat there watching and playing with the strings of my racking anticipating playing. And when Senior L, after a long point looked like he was coming off the court, Senior C called out. "Are you ready, Pete."

But Senior L whispered something to his partner, Senior P (hey guys got to keep their names secret incase they read my blog) and then called out. "He can play the next set."

I thought, sure. That's fine. And took my tennis bag of balls and racquet to the court on the other side of the clubhouse and started practicing my serve as I kept an eye on their game. Then after about twenty minutes, I see the game breaking up. But I also saw everybody was shaking hands. I knew that wasn't a good sign for another set. And sure enough as I walked over to the guys, Senior C said his partner didn't have time to play another set.

I said "No problem." And started to gather up my tennis bag when Senior C said. "Come on, Pete, I hit with you for ten minutes." He said it like he was doing me a big favor. With no way out, I agreed.

Well he hit hard. I hit harder. His shots came in so fast I couldn't maneuver the oversized Sledge Hammer fast enough. And with it's fan shape I couldn't do my weird slice forehand. Put on top of that me being nervous and it spells disaster! I hit long, I hit short, I hit into the net, I hit out wide, you name it and I did it wrong.

Blame it on the racquet. And I did.

Today I used my old Wilson Pro Staff and hit against Senior G and Senior W for a few minutes and the difference was like night and day. So the Wilson Sledge Hammer goes back in the closet for while. I'm sure that I have a wild hair up my ass one of these days and switch back to it . . . and probably with the same results.

Now what bother me was that I'm sure that someone in the group yesterday just didn't want to play with me. This is not the first time someone has called out for me to come over and stand in for one of their players. And when I arrive, suddenly there's no game! That's what happens when you associate with a group of "straight" men and let it be know up front that your gay! I think some of these old men just can't stand the thought of me a "queer" beating them on the tennis court. Now, I'm not saying that all of the guys at the our tennis court are that way, but lots of them are.

I remember back two months ago the president of our tennis association use to greet me every chance he got. Was so friendly. Would stop me and give me tips to improve my game. Then I play against him in a doubles game. His partner was a old chubby lady that I had played against before and she knew that I was gay. Well after that game, and I'm sure she told him that I'm gay, the president of the association hasn't said one word to me. Talking about keeping his distance! He'll walk to the other side of the clubhouse to avoid greeting me.

Now, if I had just kept my mouth shut and played like I was a straight jock, these old Jews (the complex is mostly Jewish) would be my best tennis buddies. But I didn't. I wanted them to know I was gay even though I knew that there would be a price to pay for standing tall and stating that I'm gay. Why do you think one of the seniors of our group wouldn't come to dinner when I invited him. Someone might think he gay! Well he's never been married. Doesn't have a girl friend. Lived with his brother! But HE'S STRAIGHT. Yea, sure. Some people just don't have the courage to be who they are. I'm not one of those people. Even though I hurts me to the bone when someone rejects me, I just can't be someone I'm not. I will not let them think that I'm straight when I'm not (yea I know double negative). Take me as I am or not at all. I realize that most people can't be like me and be up front with their sexuality. And I respect that. And maybe it for those that I refuse to hid being gay.

And here I thought I didn't have anything to write about.

05/08/05 Sunday 5:14

Well, it's a beautiful day here in South Florida. 79 degree and cloudless. Hope all you 'mothers had a nice mom's day. I'm sure all your kids sent greetings . . . ha! ha! But I guess it is a holiday for use queers as we all have moms, don't we. Oh, does the term queer offend you? Well I could have used fag, faggot, or queen. Why just use gay. Sounds so bland. Come on a be a queer on Monday instead of a gay. Will do you good to get in someone's face. No, if you're in the closet, stay where it's comfortable. It's usually not fun been a queer. But then to our moms I guess we'll always be "just a little different" and let it go at that.

I think Senior G reads my blog. Seems that he's trying to prove that he can hit against me. He really going all out and banging the ball with lots of pace. Well, dear, if you are reading the bog when do I get to drop to my knees in front of you. God! It's good the be bad! Ok, so he's a nice guy and if he is reading this I shouldn't be writing such things. Well, hey, that's life. We don't always do what we are suppose to do.

I'm totally bored. Been posting pictures and working on the website all day. Enough! Maybe were will be a good movie on TV tonight. Yea, right! The shit they show and the shit people watch on TV never cease to amaze me. But each to his own. I read tennis books and other people look at sitcom's.

I guess I'm just out of sorts because I didn't get to go to the tennis courts today. Guess some would say I'm the nut. And they would have a valid point. I'm obsessed the tennis, I do admit it. But it gives structure to my life at the moment and direction. That's what's important. One must have both structure and direction or goals in all phases of life. At other times I've had other goals, but at the moment it playing tennis to the best of my ability.

If I were focusing on tennis, I would be devising some means to slip away to the XXX-rated theater or to the bathhouse and engaging in anonymous sex with old men and hell maybe some bears. I tell you what. One never thinks one is going to chance the type of people one is attracted to, but that's not exactly true. Many people go through subtle and not so subtle changes as they grow older.

A few years back if you told me I might be interested in some bear type guys in their forties, I would have quickly told you that your nuts. But now, as I post picture of bears, I find that some of them are sexually attractive to me. Funny, isn't it. Just shows you. Never say never.

05/11/05 Wednesday 7:43PM

Had lots of fun this morning playing tennis against Senior M and Senior G. Lost to them 6 to 4, but broke the big guy's serve (senior M) and went up 2 games to 0. Had a game plan, serve down the middle and hit short angles and drop shots. It work for a few games, but I kept running around my backhand and hitting a forehand slice instead of a backhand slice. And I became too predictable. Should have mixed up my shots more and hit with more pace. Oh, well, I'll change tactics on Friday, if we play.

Senior G gave me a ride home (I only live two blocks from the tennis courts but since my left foot is still giving me problems, I did appreciate the lift). I thought about rubbing my crotch as we chatted on the short ride to my condo, but didn't. You know the old saying "don't shit where you sleep", well, I think it applies here. As much as I would like some sexual contact with the old men at the tennis courts, I don't think it appropriate. I enjoy playing tennis with the group and don't want to do something stupid and spoil all the fun I'm having. So, I keep my fly zipped, at least for now.

Been working on the website a lot lately. Yes, there's popup ads for my video on the free part of the website, but hey that's only fair. I'm giving everyone a lot of free content so the popup are justified. Will be adding more and more content to both the free and the subscription part of the website.

The website that shows my movies ( http://www.enjoyoldpics.tv ) are adding movies from other "studios". I told them to ad "Daddies for Dessert". It's a very good video that been around a while. I think I bought it 15 years or so ago. Also, I asked for some kinky videos also to spice up the movie selection. Will be adding about three videos a week for a while. If you haven't found a movies you liked on past visits, you should check it out again.

Dieter wants to go to the bar (Tropics) this week. We might go on Thursday or maybe on Friday, although Friday's are so busy that I have problems dealing with so many old men at once. A couple of weeks ago when Dieter and I was there I saw Stanley from Hollywood, FL at the next table. He a nice looking little old man. I always liked him. I remember once at Bill's Filling Station when I was there alone and sitting next to him, I reached over and put my hand on his crotch. We had been in the bathroom at the same time and I had flashed him my rock hard dick. Even though I'm too young for him he liked what he saw. So he let me play with his dick until he started getting a hard on. Then he brushed my hand away. I really enjoyed that barroom encounter. Would love to go to bed with him one of these days. But I don't think he's interested and I'm not inclined to run around on Dieter at the moment, at least not someone from the bar. Funny how such encounters like that can be more fun that actually sex.

Ah, just thinking about it makes me horny! To bad that I haven't met someone at the tennis courts that I can play around with. But then I've sort of put a barrier up against such a encounter. Everyone knows I gay (at least I think so) and even if they found me attractive they are afraid to get too friendly with me or maybe their friends will think that they too are gay. I sense that a few of the old men really would like to get to know me better, but are hesitant. One must always remember that the choices that you make (my letting it be known that I'm gay) affects how people deal with you. Now, if I had let them believe what I was straight, I would now be flooded with offers to play in doubles games. That's all right. I'm fine with that. I'd rather scramble for games and be who I am, than live a lie. To me the knowledge that I being honest to myself is more important that being popular.

I've looking forward to Senior J returns in in November, he a snowbird. He knows I'm gay as I flat out told him and still he used to come out and hit with me at least once a week. Now, him I just might make a pass at in the Fall. He is such a good tennis player and so good looking! I would jump in the bed with him in the blink of an eye, or for that matter drop to my knees. Yes, when he returns I just might . . . well I don't really know what I might cook up to do when we're sitting on the bench chatting after hitting. Good, I've got something to look forward to this fall. And that reminds me. He said my serve stinks. Well I think he'll be in for a big surprise. You see my serve doesn't stink anymore.

5/16/05 Sunday 9:51 AM

Did I say my serve doesn't stink any more. Well, it might not stink but Senior G certainly handled it yesterday (Saturday). I had just finished hitting with him and Senior W and was practicing my serve while they chatted with a group of old men that had just finished playing doubles, when Senior G came back on the court and said. "Serve me some balls"

Damn if the old man didn't handle about 85% of my serves with ease. Now I'm not saying that if we were playing a game that his returns would have won points. But just the fact that he could return 85% of my serves was like a slap in the face. Let me tell you, it was a wake up call. Now I have to develop more power. That means  bending my knees and launching my self upward when hitting the ball. Easy said. Hard to do. So, it's going to be practice, practice and more practice. Because I felt almost like a beginner against the old man.

He and I played against Senior M and Senior B on Friday and lost even though we broke Senior M's formidable serve once. And there again the culprit to some extent was my serve as I double faulted as least three times. I can't give away free points when playing against Senior M as he is just too good.

To get back to Senior G. Now I do wonder if he's reading my blog. he seems out to prove to me that he can take my pace and even handle my serve. I just wish he would let me give him a blow job? Are you reading this Senior G? I love giving blow jobs to old straight guys. Hey for that matter if any of you old guys from the tennis courts are reading this and want a good blow job, just give me the sign. And I wonder why none of them wants me to play tennis with? If they read this blog, it's a wonder any will even say hello to me. Actually not many of them do. Is one of them reading this and telling the others what I write? It's possible. And if they are reading it. Hey guys, I'm a queer! I like to suck old men's dicks! Want a blow job? I guess when I get kicked off the tennis courts, I'll have to move. Just can't keep my sexuality to myself.

Dieter wanted to go to Tropics this weekend, but I talked him out of it. Guess we'll go on Tuesday. Tuesday is a busy day because they have two for one dinners at Tropics. So you get people coming out that don't usually go to bars. I always see new faces on Tuesday night. Damn, just not into the bar scene anymore.

I haven't been to Chardee's in over a year. Don't know how busy the bar is, but I think it must be on it's last legs. I mean it is up for sale. I think the asking price is over $600,000 and that's just for the business. Well, they say there's a sucker born ever day so there must be someone that's interested.

I think it's going to be a quite Sunday for me. Posting pics to the website and then just relaxing. Would love to practice my serve, but Dieter gets upset if I go to the court on Sunday. Maybe I watch a good scifi?

05/16/05 Monday 9:32

Blue Monday! Yea, was for me. And I mean blue as in blues not as in blue sky. Another one of my blunders on the tennis courts. Senior M talked a nice looking (like in to die for) old man, Senior I to join us for a games of doubles. I got him as a partner. I'd seen him play and he's good. He a short and skinny sexy old man that I would jump in the bed with at a moment's notice. Married. At least he wears a wedding ring.

Anyway, it wasn't my day. As you know I'm in the process of changing my serve motion. Well it's like I'm in between the old serve and the new serve. Haven't got the new serve grooved but am used to it so much that I can't go back to the old way. And of course that with a good case of nerves, as I try to play well, spelled disaster. Double faulted away my first service game and didn't do much better the second. I felt like crawling under a rock. Wanted to impress the handsome old man so much, too much I guess. You see, one improves in tennis not on a straight upward line, but in a spiral. Well today I spiraled down a notch. We did break the big guy's serve (Senior M) but were behind 5 games to 2 when Senior I said he'd had enough. Yea, was a very poor showing for me.

I don't know what to do about my nerves. I choke when ever I play with new people! Some how I'm going to have to conquer my nervousness if I'm every going to play tennis well. But, hey, it a problem I've had all my life. Was so nervous that I couldn't drive a car until well into my 20's. Been a major handicap, as though I need another. Being blind in one eye is enough on the court without being so nervous that I can hardly hit the ball over the net when ever I'm playing strangers. But, I will over come it. Just that I get impatience sometimes. Just once I would like things to come easy. But that's not going to happen.

Road home with Senior G. Still would love to play around with him one of these days. Would love to pull my dick out and jack off in front of him. If I ever get him alone, I might just do that.

Dieter wants to go to Tropics tomorrow night. Guess I'll agree. I can't kept saying no as it's not fair to him. If he wants to go then I should go alone with his wishes. Anyway, I do get to see some nice looking old men. And occasionally even a nice old dick at the next urinal sometimes when I go to the bathroom. Still, I don't enjoy going to the bars anymore. God! How I've changed.

Hey you guys in Miami or visiting Miami some one sent me an e-mail and said that the Prime Time Video (305) 954-7843 in north Miami is a great place for encounters from mild to EXTREME, EXTREME KINK kind, as he put it. I never get down to north Miami so I doubt that I'll ever get a chance to check it out. But if you looking for some kink ... well cum on down!

Would love to hit a place like that. Don't know how kinky I want to get, but I think I'd be willing to experiment . . . ah, but I want to be on top . . . I think?

Ok, let me go and mentally go over all the things I did wrong on the court to day and maybe fantasize about jacking off in Senior G cars as he drives me home from the tennis court. Yea, maybe I just skip the thought of tennis and go straight to the jack off fantasy!

05/18/05 Wednesday 8:00 PM

Well, Dieter and I made it to Tropics last night. It was crowded! One of my subscribers visiting from Columbus, Ohio recognized me and came over to chat a moment. He's into 70 or over and I'm sure he'll make out fine as he's very nice looking and around 60yo, I would say. But to me, now that I seldom drink and am not looking to whore around, Tropics was boring. Wow, if something happens to Dieter I don't look forward to hitting the bars looking for a new lover. Oh, well, I'll face that problem when and if it come. Who knows, Dieter just might out live me. Although with melanoma, I doubt it.

Of course I played tennis today. Actually played two sets. Didn't play too bad, even though my side lost both sets. I gave Senior M a new nickname today. "The Beast of Brooklyn" I think he liked the name. Well the name fits him. When you play against him it like playing against a wild beast that gives no quarters. Hell, he even tried to dink a serve just over the net against Bert when Bert is only a couple weeks out of the hospital. And the Beast was ahead and winning! But when Senior G and I was playing against him in the first set we broke the Beast's serve AGAIN!

After the two sets, I went and hit against the boards even though my left foot was hurting so much I could hardly walk. Yea, I'm crazy. It's just that I hate losing.

Sal just returned from a short family orientated visit from New York. He said it was cool up there with the highs only in the high 50's to low 60's. I forget that the rest of the country weather isn't tropical like South Florida's weather. Here we are in the mid to high 80's everyday and have been for more than a month. Great weather!

Ok time to post some more pictures and then read some tennis books. Yea, I know, I'm crazy.

05/22/05 Sunday 8:29 PM

It looks like my life is going to take an exciting turn. I'm about 75% sure that I'm going to sign up for massage school next month. The thought just came to me, you know, like the idea of getting my ears pierced. The course is for 6 months.  And when it's finish I can take the state test to become a licensed massage therapists. I'm rather excited about the prospect of giving senior old men and women massages! Ok, so at school I'll have to give younger men and women massages, but when I get my license I can limit my services only to old men and women, mostly here in the condo complex.

To get to massage an old man that I've never meet! And get paid for it! Now that might just be a treat! I wonder if you get to see them naked? I wonder if they get a hard on when your touching them? Gee, it's going to be fun to see what the answers are to those questions. Hell, will I get a hard on while I'm running my hands over some handsome old man's back or upper thigh? Or will it just be hard work with no sexual thoughts?

But first, this old man has to get through the course. I've been told that it's a damn hard course with lots of test! I know you have to work in the clinic giving massages to the public several hours a day on Saturdays and some during the week. I do think my blog could get interesting. There will definitely  be more in the journal then tennis. Speaking of which. I don't know how much tennis I'm going to get in the next 6 months. I might get in an hour practice in the afternoons, but I will not get to play with the gang in the mornings. There are night games, maybe I try to play once a week, say on Tuesday nights! Yea, that sounds like the plan.

Will keep you'll posted.