Ryan Jones

I've never been there. The little twerpy fuck that owns the former Redskins owned Six Flags so I refused to go because of that. I don't want to give him even 1 cent of my money since he's screwed up the team so badly! Glad you had the brother to send you a new key!

I think the way it's set up is that they email you if the shot is delayed or postponed due to weather. I'm getting mine at one of the mass vaccination sites, it's at Six Flags in Maryland. I wanted it there because you don't have to even get out of your car. I'll have to check emails that morning since my appointment is 815am. I don't really care about snow, I'll just take the Jeep and not the Sonic.

I'm supposed to get my first Covid shot on Thursday also. However it's forecast to be snow/ice here in the DC area on Thursday morning so I'm hoping they don't cancel it and reschedule. I want to get this done so I can get back to playing live poker at the casino!

I live in the DC area. I kinda like it. Why be the same as everyone else?

Well, that's two potential snowstorms that my particular area of the DC suburbs completely missed. Well, not completely, I had to clean a coating off my car windows but the streets and sidewalks were clean. This morning they had 4" or so about 40 miles south of DC, not a flake in my area. Now if we can miss the supposed ice storm coming on Saturday things will be good! In addition I checked online today for vaccination appointments and snagged two. Feb 18 for 1st dose, Mar 11 for the second one. Can't wait, I'll be back to playing poker at the casino by April! Hope everyone else is doing great.

My boyfriend is so stressed. He's got the bar exam to take later this month. I have no idea why he's so stressed, he got great grades, he's even had a tutor and both his parents are already lawyers. I think he just needs that extra incentive, he would be this way about major tests or papers all the way from his junior year of high school through the present day. I'll make him some chocolate chip cookies tomorrow, that's sure to change his outlook. The baking becomes a family affair, I do the mixing, get the cookies in the oven, but every pan that comes out we have to sample two cookies. By the time we get to the final pan we are just about in a sugar coma. I bought my boyfriend at a yard sale 9+ years ago for a quarter. Yes, an entire quarter. His sister asked me if I wanted change, so did his father but I paid the full price.

I live in the suburbs of Washington DC. In general we have little really cold weather or winter weather. This year though the winter precipitation has been annoying. Only a couple of inches but with ice added. Now we might have a big storm, or not. Weather forecasters in my area are notoriously wrong. Last week they said 2"-4", we got about 1/2" and then it rained and all melted. They love to show all these computer models, tomorrow we are supposed to start the storm which could go through Friday during the day. One model says 10", one says 5", another says 1". So it's impossible to prepare.

Hi all. Been awhile since I posted here. Finally got the nerve to post a story, so far so good. It's funny to read all the "work" comments. I try to think back to those days, it's hard though since I retired at age 39. Not that my retirement was a retirement, when you work for certain parts of the government if they call, you respond. I always tell people it's like the Mafia. You're only out when you're dead. Hope people are doing okay. We are remaining covid free in my household. Ryan

Thanks for the message. I appreciate it.

I'm probably a lot older than most responders on here since I'm nearing 70. I started out with girls and my parents didn't care if I had them over in my room before I was even a teenager. I discovered boys at age 14, added them to the mix. I'm not sure my parents knew to start but as the year went by I was just more open. I kissed a boy in front of them when I was 15. With all the people I had in my bedroom the only two times I had comments were when I had 4 guys over and my dad said that I needed to oil the bed because it made too much noise. My bedroom was right above the living room. A couple of years later my mother said "I don't know where you get your sex drive. It certainly didn't come from your father." and that was more than I ever needed to hear. Nobody in my extended North Carolina southern Baptist family seemed to care either and I would occasionally bring the boy I was with to family dinners, as a teen and later on. So I've never had any issues.

Well, Ryan is my middle name and my grandson's name. Jones for no other reason than I liked Brian Jones of the Rolling Stones.

I normally can't stand anything country, would run to avoid hearing any of it. I saw this the other day and since American Pie is one of my favorite songs I thought I'd listen. Only because it had "ft Don McLean" in the title. I was surprised at how good his voice still is at age 75.

It was a bright sunny day in Innsbruck. We were in the valley, in a beautiful little pension, on a small side street that Alex and I had stumbled across by accident taking a detour from the train station to one of his favorite beer halls in the center of town. I had met Alex in a gay bar and dance club in Amsterdam about 2 weeks earlier. He was so beautiful, dancing there on one of the stages. I started talking to him and the next thing I knew, we were together. He was 19 and on a vacat

Alex and I had recently met in Amsterdam and he convinced me to head to Innsbruck with him. This is a short story about beginnings, endings and how things never really end.

I do that with my godson and goddaughter's kids. I do get the looks but they are used to it, I did the same thing with them when they were young. Also, I'm one of those people who can't lose a game on purpose. I make sure the parents and kids understand it before we start to play. I don't care if it's Chutes and Ladders or chess, they have to beat me if they want to win.

Any movie using Pink Floyd music in the trailer is okay by me! Seriously though Dune has always been one of my favorite books and series of books. I might even go see it in a theater, haven't seen a movie in a theater since ET. I do hate movies though that are in parts. I never saw any of the LOTR movies, or The Hobbit. I waited until the entire series was finished, then watched them at home. It's like writing in a way, I seldom will read stories that are "in progress" because I always fear getting too interested and the author doing something like dying so I can't get the ending. Except for Rocky Horror Picture Show and that doesn't really count, it's less a movie than an experience.

Okay, I'll go ahead and post the poem here. Looking at the user interface I don't see any way to "Tag". I've never used whatever interface this is to post messages. Insatiable The early morning sun wakes me and, as I've done almost every day since you've been here, I turn to look at you, still asleep beside me. The light embraces your long blond hair as it fans out on the pillow, framing your face in a glowing halo of gold. I can't resist and I lightly brush my fingertips across your cheek, feeling your breath warm and moist against my palm. I marvel as always at your innocent expression, wondering where you are in your dreams. You stir lazily, yawning, and now the cherub is gone. It's its place is a horny angel, clear blue eyes matching the lust in my own. I feel your arms come up around my neck and pull me down on top, not waiting to see if my body is responding, you know that I'm always ready. You take hold of me and, opening your legs, fold yourself up to guide me in, starting the long slow dance of love. The sensations are overwhelming, surrounded by your near 100 degree heat on the inside and a far hotter feeling of passion outside. Your legs wrap tightly around me, drawing me in deeper, not wanting me to pull out, even for a second. But retreat is the last thing on my mind. I want to feel you totally surrender your body and soul to me, as I have long since done to you. "Faster" I hear you moan, working up to your own orgasmic peak. Your muscles grip me like a second mouth, daring me to hold anything back, demanding that I do it to you harder and I comply, the bed creaking beneath us as movements become a blur. Your motions become even more frenzied and I see your mouth open in a silent scream. I can feel the warm sticky wetness between us and this finally sends me over the edge as I fill you up, covering your mouth roughly with mine to steal your breath away. Finally my motions slow, coherent thought returns and I can feel you relax. Slowly you open those blue eyes, look up at me and say "Do it again..and again..and again" I'm not really a poet, per se. I generally write stories, of the erotic and not erotic variety. It's just occasionally something comes in my head that doesn't seem to be a story, something that won't have the necessary length. Then it becomes the type of writing you see above. Once the places reopen in my area I'm pretty certain I'll take it to open mic and read it to the crowd, they have separate gay nights once a month. I'll drag the boyfriend with me so I can embarrass him by obviously reading it directly to him.

Hi everyone. I'm new to this particular forum. I've been writing stories for 50 years and have tossed in the occasional poem when I thought the subject could be covered succinctly enough. However unlike most of the poetry on here, I've never (since forced to in HS and college) written anything rhyming or with any particular rhythm patterns. Perhaps it's just me but it feels too restrictive, the word I wished to use was always too long, or too short. What made me think of poetry is the other day my boyfriend was watching me sleep and I woke up and asked him why. He told me that when I slept he could see the child I used to be. So that led me to write him a love poem. I thought that line was going to be in the poem but it never made it, other words crowded it out. I thought I had a question in here but now that I've gotten this far, I can't seem to locate the question. I guess I could post it but it might not quite make the cut, it's for sure not making it into any poetry anthologies unless they're erotic in nature.