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Good Things Come/Cum to Those...

Near Home—March, 2024   My dick wouldn’t lie down.  Why else would I go to the bookstore the very next night?     The parking lot is near empty.  It’s a Saturday night.  This place, before Covid, used to be packed at this time.  I go in anyways.  I am alone in the straight theatre.  Jerking, rather contentedly.  The door opens.  It is the Minute Man.  The man who cums in under a minute, usually the moment he puts his dick in my mouth.  He nods, unzips, huffs poppers
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From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

Bathhouse Friday: Hot Mouths and Hairy Asses

Grand Rapids—March, 2024   Fucking Keshawn was explosively fun.  So much so, that I was still horned from it the next day.  And I knew a trip to the bookstore wasn’t likely to give me what I really wanted:  more ass.  I looked a little online, but nowadays I really like to go where there are men looking.  I decided to go to the bathhouse.  I’d had a good time on a Friday night the last time with Osvaldo, so off I went right after dinner… I check in.  A younger attendant is on duty
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From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

Fucking a Load Out of Keshawn

My Playroom—March, 2024   Keshawn and I had not seen each other since I had a gig near his home, back in the early fall.  We kicked around several ideas of another meet, but nothing fit both of our busy schedules.  I got a text at the beginning of March asking if I could play during the day.  I could, but I didn’t have the time for the round-trip travel down to him as my gig was each evening that month.  No problem, he would come up to me. So right in the middle of the month, he a
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My biggest WTF party event

My biggest WTF moment was me and a fuck bud went down to a cruisy area under an onramp to a freeway that was never completed. We fixed 3 rigs, 2 x .4 and 1 x .7 that we were going to share. We planned on climbing under the ramp to do our slams, and about an hour or two later do the shared one with pigs watching us. Except my FB ‘accidentally’ gave me the .7 and as I was slamming it I realized something was off and I blasted off. I didn’t lose consciousness, but I lost awareness for an hour and a
Who am I?

On Music

To the songs that breaks us.   It is almost bedtime.   I am listening to one of my Vietnamese bolero songs, and suddenly, I have this urge to sing. I think of another song—one I’ve never been able to finish, that always catches in my throat, that always makes my voice waver.   I try again this time.   The song is called Mỗi Mùa Xuân Về Là Thêm Một Lần Dối Mẹ. It tells the story of a son who leaves his home country,  lies to his mother every spring, telling
Who am I?

On Time

To Time who we never get enough of.    A while back, whenever I planned things with my friends, because of the flexibility I had with work, with life, with time, I always found myself with more to spare.   And the people I called, the ones I asked to hang out, I always thought they were busier than me. Their schedules packed. Their days full.   So, I let them decide.   I told them to give me their availability, and I would plan around them. I always put my
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From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

Taking Turns at the Sling

Lansing—March, 2024 After the mutual oral play at the bookstore, I was left wanting more.  A lot more.  The next day was Saturday.  I had not been to the bookstore-that-is-almost-a-bathhouse in quite some time.  I thought it was likely to be far busier than my local bookstore.  I drove north and arrived in the early afternoon…   I am sitting watching porn.  Stroking.  I have locked my winter jacket in one of the lockers available to those who bring a padlock.  I have made a tour o
From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

"Do You Want a Mouth on That?"

Near Home—March, 2024   You just never know.  When you are visiting a bathhouse or bookstore you can never predict what is going to happen. Who will be there?  Will they want to play?  It can be part of the fun, when things work in your favor, or it can be a frustrating waste of time.  (But I would still rather go where men are lurking then sit at my computer and try to lure them into playing.) I had been doing a lot of fucking with Muscle Ass and at the small group up in Grand Ra
From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

A Happy Muscle Ass

My Playroom—March, 2024   The small group was the perfect way to end the week.  On the next Monday, Muscle Ass let me know he was in town again for 5 days.  My work gig, that was taking up evenings, was hugely in the way.  He couldn’t meet during the day, so the only answer was a late night.  We chose the Wednesday, in the middle of his time here, and the middle of my work schedule.  Once again, I arranged it so he could arrive right at 9:30pm as I got home.  But this time, as he
From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

Night of the Long Dicks (A Cummy Conclusion)

Grand Rapids—March, 2024 (Picking up where we left off…see the previous post) The moment I say it, coming up from licking the Host’s ass, Latin Top pulls him around by the hips and sinks his long dick into him.  The Host groans out his pleasure.  Tall Top slides into the Young Cub.  I am still on my knees from rimming the Host.  Latin Top’s ass is right there.  Careful not to break his rhythm, I make my tongue connect with his hole on the back stroke.  He grunts his approval, and even
From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

Night of the Long Dicks (Part One)

Grand Rapids—March, 2024 The man who organizes and hosts great group sex at his home, sent me a text.  A top had suggested that he try a smaller number of guys.  The host was aiming for three tops and two bottoms.  Would I be interested in coming north to play?  I would.  He asked for me to bring the rimseat.  I packed it and set off after an early dinner…   I look at my phone as I park.  The text tells me to just come in the house for the host is already taking dick.  I go in.  I
From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

I Break My Rule with Muscle Ass

My Playroom—February, 2024   Tuesday, the day after our meet, Muscle Ass and I sent each other a lot of texts.  He wanted to come back that night, as he was in Michigan for such a short time.  I told him I had a rule about not playing with men more than once every two weeks.  (It really is more like once a month, unless I bump into you at the bookstore.)  We kept chatting.  And we both got hornier.  Finally, I gave in.  I told him I knew I would be too tired after my evening of work to
My time at a Sex Addiction Anonymous group

Day 1 at Sex Addiction Anonymous group

After lockdown my sexlife went into overdrive. I've always had a lot of sex and mostly have a healthy relationship with it but there  have been periods in my life when my demons take over.  Last time this happened I quit my job to be a rent boy so I could have more sex. This time I reduced my days at work from 5 to 2 days, updated my grindr profile and joined Scruff, Nkp and BBBH  and had sex with about 30 men that week. I was hooking up with guys all day and night on my 5 days off and even afte
From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

A Late Night with Muscle Ass

My Playroom—February, 2024   He found me on BBRT.  We quickly progressed to text.  He was from out of state and working in Michigan.  He wanted to be used hard.  As we chatted, it became obvious we were a good fit.  He loved the idea of my playroom over his hotel bed.  He loved the blog and couldn’t wait to be in it.  He chose his blog name himself:  Muscle Ass. He arrived right on time for an evening of hard use…   Muscle Ass is Italian and well built.  His arms look hu
A Canadian Piano Man

Sunday Funday Cumday - PT1

Sunday morning, sitting with a crossword puzzle and a large coffee enjoying some jazz.  I had hopped online earlier looking for some cock or ass but nobody was around.  I had cleaned my hole out just in case and I was ready for some naked fun.  Phone "pings" and I look down to see a familiar number and a smile crosses my face.  It's a hot as fuck, hung and kinky married fuck buddy.  We get together three or four times a year.  Always unplanned and last minute, which makes it a little more o
Who am I?

On Mentorship Part 2

To the legacy we leave behind.   I’m at work. Today is Paul’s first official day on the building station, a station I’ve been training him on for the last two days. We’re throwing him into the deep end. We’re doing 80 tires—the maximum we can possibly do in a day. It’s been a very long time since anyone’s come out of training and done 80 tires on their first day. The people I’ve trained before? They haven’t done this yet. And honestly? I doubt my own ability to do it if I had just come
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From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

"Anytime You See Me"

Near Home—February, 2024   I came home from the bathhouse fully sated.  Or so I thought.  But when I awoke on Saturday, all I could think about was more sex.  So, I worked around the house in the morning and had a light lunch.  From past experience, I remembered that Saturday afternoons at the bookstore usually had quite a mix of men.  Off I went…   The parking lot is almost half full.  As I grab my water bottle and tuck it into my coat pocket, three men leave the building, l
Who am I?

On Mentorship

To the students that surpass us as teachers. I’ve been training Paul for a while now at work, and today, I realized something profound. He’s exceeded me in a few of the stations. There are ten stations in total in the factory. I’m a jack-of-all-trades in all of them, mastering one—just one—that I’ve been doing for the past seven years. Since Paul started, less than three months ago, I’ve been training him on almost all the stations, and now, more than half of them? He’s surpassed
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From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

Bathhouse Fun, Part Two: "Let Me Load Him For You"

Grand Rapids—February, 2024   (This picks up right where we left off with Part One…)   The hot young man with the slender dick is on his knees.  He is servicing three men who stand around him.  He goes from one dick to the next.  And the next.  The guys make room for me to join them.  By the next round, he includes me, murmuring “Look at Daddy’s big dick…” before he swallows me down. I groan as the young man’s lips hits my pubes, deep throating me effortlessly.  I look a
Who am I?

On Constellations

To the stars that shine brightly at night. I have this image in my mind now—whenever I meet someone new, or even when I think about someone from my past. I picture myself, standing alone, looking up at the night sky, a sky full of stars. Each star? It’s a person. A moment. A memory. These stars—they represent the people I’ve met before, the relationships I’m holding onto now, and even those I haven’t met yet—the ones still waiting, out there, ready to fill the empty spac
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From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

Bathhouse Fun, Part One: Waiting for Osvaldo

Grand Rapids—February, 2024 The stars finally aligned and Osvaldo and I were both available at the same time.  This is the Latin young man I had met at a bathhouse—and where we have played each time we have met.  He loves to video our fuck when we are locked in a room.  This is also the man who hurt himself with a large toy and had a long recovery when we couldn’t play.  We, of course, agreed to meet at our usual haunt in late February.  We chose not to do a CumUnion night, and I think it p
Who am I?

On Dating Part 2

To boats worth rocking.  I’ve been thinking a lot about my dating profile lately. Paul and Jordan have been helping me with it too—half-joking, half-serious—but I think there’s some truth in what they’ve suggested, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll actually use it. We started with my roots. My parents are from the southern part of Vietnam, far from the city, near the border. My dad’s from Cà Mau, my mum’s from Bạc Liêu—and that, apparently, makes me a country boy. It’s funny, because I’ve ne
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Who am I?

On Destinations Part 3

To those who search the world all over, only to return home to find it. Recently, there’s been this guy at work that I’ve been crushing on—Paul. He’s 43, Vietnamese, about chin-height on me, and has one of those smiles that actually reaches his eyes. He’s an exceptionally good worker, and I often find myself feeling safe around him, like everything’s going to be alright. One time, when we were working together, our hands touched, just for a second, and I felt this tingle running throug
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