Here's the set of photos I've been teasing by photographer D..

Here's the set of photos I've been teasing by photographer Doug Walker. I don't think anyone has ever captured me looking so...not old, so much, but as mature as I've ever looked. I would say Daddy, but maybe it's more Granddaddy? I find that having a beard really adds age to me, and you know what? I don't mind it at all. I've earned the lines in my face, and though my body isn't as hard as it was in my youth, I work to hold it together, not just to look fit but to feel good. Age is, as they say, just a number if you have the right attitude. I hope to go kicking and screaming into "old age," staying vital and curious and engaged as much as possible. I've heard from so many guys over 40 who think it's all over for them, that they're single and irrelevant in today's gay society when it comes to connecting with others, that dating becomes impossible after a certain age. Look, I'm not one to talk about dating because my history ain't so great, but that's of my own making. And what's amazing to me is how many guys in their 20s and 30s tell me that they're really into older guys. There will always be an audience for us as we get older. but it's also easy to get grumpy and couch potato-y as we age. I would encourage anyone who's feeling totally alone and set in their ways to maybe look at that if you actually do want someone in your life; to find a hobby, read more, watch a movie you never thought would interest you, whatever, and also to do something every day to keep yourself healthy, whether it's working out, going for walks, not eating the whole gallon of Breyer's Mint Chip (my fave). You don't have to be a big muscle guy, but you do want to feel good about your health, and the confidence you get when you take care of yourself shows...and more than anything, confidence (not cockiness) is sexy, no matter what kind of body you have. The other great things about age: wisdom and letting go of fears that you realize were totally created in your head and never led to anything bad; in other words, don't stress about the tragedies that never happen. It's tough, especially during this cray cray period we're living in, to feel connected and sane as we have to quarantine, lockdown, Zoom, Skype, whatever...but this too shall pass. Take care of yourself now. And if I may say, I've never enjoyed fucking and sucking more than in my later years. I've learned to take the big cocks in my ass and enjoy the ache/pleasure that comes with them and make those dicks feel as good as they're giving, suck any size cock (even the weird angled ones that use to confuse me), engage in fetish that used to scare and appall me, give a hot ass a work over with my tongue and hard cock that can pleasure that hole and make the guy scream for more, and all the while engage in whatever fantasy runs through my mind in the moment...sweet and loving or daddy rough and tumble. And for all the years I wished I had a bigger cock, I've become quite satisfied with what I've been given and I use it as often and for as long as I can, mostly on my own these days, but that's just the way it is for now. Love your cock. S, M, L, XL, or XXL and above, you have to love it. It's not going to change, whatever size or shape it is, so learn to love what you have...I've been with guys with huge cocks that were pretty dull because they thought just because their dick was huge that they didn't have to do anything to really engage and connect, and I've been with guys with smaller cocks that remained rock hard as they plowed my holes and their confidence and enthusiasm kept me ultra aroused and hard and satisfied. So love what you have, all of it, but keep working on yourself. It''s never too late to grow. And by the way, I have taken most of the above advice, but I'm hardly a testament to all of it...I can be as fucked up and lonely and needy as anyone. But...that's part of my journey, and I'm grateful that I'm here to tell the tale and continue to explore. Lots of guys I knew never made it and left us too soon, so I feel a bit of a responsibility to not waste the time I've been given. In my lowest moments, I have to keep remembering that. Ok...off my soap box now. That's all that came to mind while I was curating these photos. And PS...was anyone looking in those windows as I posed? I was secretly hoping I would catch some passerby's eyes...and then who knows what could have happened? I was going to call this "The Daddy Set," but as I'm obviously enjoying the voyeurism/exhibitionism of it all, let's call this... "Daddy Watch."