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Chem-pig in Training

An Update on Training

(Note: this is a completely fictitious blog entry.  How could any of this be true?)   It’s been a little over a year since my last report. I thought I might just delete this account. I thought I would delete it when I finally stopped . . . well, everything.  I now understand that I can’t but more importantly I don’t want to.  the training has continued.   Here’s an example of a typical lesson. I was on my way to wok, determined to get there and not fuck around. But driving has a
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Who am I?

On Everything Part 2

To the knots in my mind that have yet to be untangled. On Massage Part 2 I am at my sister’s house, and she is lying on the massage table, on her stomach. The fan buzzes softly in the corner, upstairs, one of her kids cries, but none of it matters. This is her one hour of personal time, her chance to escape. I notice my movements today are rigid, stiff, and my mind flashes back to one of my trainers, reminding me, move like water, shift your body like waves at the beach, the ebb and fl
Philip

Philip in Writing

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Who am I?

On Teachers

To those who love to teach. Today was the Provide First Aid course. It’s 33 degrees Celsius outside, the sun blazing brilliantly, but we’re tucked away in a classroom with the air conditioning humming softly. Our teacher, Peter, is lovely. His teaching style is unique, and I find myself wanting to borrow a page—or two—from his book to raise the standard of teaching in my own life. I don’t teach biology or history or legal studies. I suppose, though, that we’re all teachers in one way o
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Philip in productivity

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From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

Another Bookstore Bonanza

Near Home—January, 2024 The morning after I played with GaryM, I knew I would be headed to my favorite haunt. I had ended that session quite content, but I was hankering for more. What I found proved to be an explosive session…   I arrive just before 2pm.  There is one older white man in the straight theatre.  He is in the cocksucker’s seat, but I am pretty sure he’s not there to give head.  He seems enthralled by what I think is very average porn.  I sit off to the side.  My dick
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On Massage

To the pleasure of touch I am currently studying for a Certificate IV in massage therapy. The course is ten months, part-time, which I juggle alongside my full-time job as a machine operator for Michelin tyres. My primary goal in taking this course was to give my current and future partners great massages because no one can decline a free massage, the fastest way to a person’s heart is through physical touch, and I needed something new to fill my free time. For years, my
Philip

Philip in Relationships

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Who am I?

On Connections

To the most unexpected hook-ups. Pipemakers. Moonless night. 9 pm. I am feeling rather horny tonight, so I clean, start my car, head down to Pipemakers. The car park is full, which is promising, and I make my way through the back entrance towards the glory hole shed. I cross eyes with this Asian man, handsome was his face, and I make a mental note to play with him if our paths cross. A quick lap reveals no one of particular interest, and I spot the Asian man standing there, waitin
Philip

Philip in Relationships

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From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

GaryM Brings His Toys

My Playroom—January, 2024   GaryM was coming back to the playroom for another session of wet fun.  I was looking forward to seeing him again.  I spent the evening before thinking about what new things we might try—or how to make things we’d done slightly different.  I went to bed, still musing over what we might do.  And it went on all night.  I would sleep for an hour and suddenly wake up—not even remembering what it was that woke me up.  After this happened three times, at ever
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On Productivity

To the perfectionist, who I’ll never be. I am at the gym, on a stationary bike, doing one of my HIIT workouts—the ones where you go intense for a brief period, followed by a moment of respite. I’m feeling low on energy today. Maybe it’s from work, or maybe it’s the change in weather, but whatever it is, I decide to take it easy. I come up with a strategy, inspired by a YouTube channel whose name escapes me at the moment. In the video, the creator talks about the importance of having both a
Philip

Philip in productivity

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Bubba

2025 and 4th Reich

As we get closer to the day The Orangutang takes charge, I want to try a chemical enhanced party that gets filmed.  I wanna fly so high and be so turned on that no load could get away.  Be used like a wild porn party and get to see images of my face in a state of bliss of having cocks filling me up from both ends.  Being sprayed and filled.  Being fucked so loose and filled with so much cum that I could be DP'd and fisted, repeatedly. Could watch the video when I feel down.  See the look on my
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On Mothers

To my mother, the most resilient person I have ever known. My mother—beautiful, soft-spoken, friendly, and someone who could swing a broom like a sword—is the best person in the whole wide world. She, along with my father and sister, migrated to Australia when I was four years old. They barely spoke English, had nowhere to live, but somehow, they managed. Her marriage with my father lasted just shy of thirty years. We weren’t the stereotypical American family you see on TV, sitting aro
Philip

Philip in Relationships

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From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

Mouth Over Ass

My Playroom—January, 2024   Kieran, the married bear who is an excellent cocksucker, had been trying to set a date to meet up.  First, the holidays got in the way. On my return, my schedule was unexpectedly busy—and didn’t coincide with the limited days he had when his wife was working.  Then the snow kept us apart even longer.   Finally, we found a day in the middle of the month. I suggested we meet at the bookstore so we could play with others as well, but Kieran really wanted t
Who am I?

On Friendships

When I was in a relationship with K., I felt very safe in my social life. I had him to talk to about almost everything, and I never felt that sense of loneliness creeping in. And then, when ChatGPT came along, I started talking to the AI more often—about anything and everything—and it created this gap between me and my real-life friends. I barely talked to them anymore. I even stopped hanging out with most of them, except for one or two, and even then, it was maybe twice a year, max. Occasionall
Philip

Philip in Relationships

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Who am I?

On Endings Part 2

I am having an enlightenment at two in the morning, when I should be sleeping, but the allure of a mental breakthrough is so tempting, so I stay up. I think about how a relationship is like a plant in a pot, how I am the plant, spreading my roots, and the relationship defines the boundaries of the pot, and I keep trying to grow, but I can’t anymore, and I feel myself slowly dying in this small, suffocating pot. I realize now that K. and I have reached our natural limit, the edges of the pot
Philip

Philip in Relationships

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From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

After the Blizzard

Near Home—January, 2024 I was excited.  An old friend and fellow fuck bud had told me he would be in Chicago the second weekend of the month and asked if we could meet at the piss party held that Saturday.  It seemed a perfect way to reconnect.  And get wet together as we caught up. But winter in the Great Lakes area had other plans.  It started to snow on Friday.  Seven to eight inches for my area.  Then freezing rain that night and more snow all day Saturday.  I was snowbound.  An
JamieLong's Blog

Finally Breeding The Boi

Harvey was a tease. I met him when he was 18. My friend was trying to get with one of Harvey’s friends and we ended up going back to their place. My friend ended up hooking up with the other guy in one of the bedrooms and I sat talking with Harvey on the couch in the living room. He was a slender, blonde twink with soft features and great lips. I found out he was a total bottom. He straddled me on the couch and ground his ass on my crotch. “I bet you wanna fuck me,” he said. “Of course I do,” I
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On Directions

I am making my way down to South Melbourne Market today, heading to Chef Hat. I’m planning to buy some plates, the ones with raised circular edges. I’m following Apple Maps on my phone, and it’s leading me down a direction I don’t usually take, but I get to my destination nonetheless. It’s on the other side of the market, and I make a few turns here and there, searching for parking. I find a spot—30 minutes only. I turn off the engine, park, and step out. I make my way toward the shop, conf
Philip

Philip in Relationships

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Who am I?

On Focus

This year, my focus is on the mind, body, and spirit—three pillars that I believe make life whole. The body is physical strength. I go to the gym three times a week, maybe six if I’m motivated, for at least 30 minutes a session. I want to build muscle, look better, and feel more confident. The mind is intellect. I read, I write, I consume knowledge. With AI, I can turn books into audiobooks and listen anywhere, maximizing my time. I’ve also learned to let go of books that don’t interes
Philip

Philip in Writing

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From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

"He Has a Mouth, Too!"

Near Home—January, 2024   I was ready for more by Thursday.  I drove to the bookstore after lunch, not sure what or who I’d find…   I am alone in the straight theatre.  Soon, a timid old white man comes in and sits as far away from me as possible.  I watch him watch the video.  He seems riveted to the sex on the screen.  Or the bouncing big tits.  He never touches himself.  Even through his pants.  After about eight minutes he seems satisfied—and leaves, never to be seen agai
Who am I?

On Endings

K. and I broke up today. It doesn’t feel real, and I’m still so numb about it all, although I can’t say I didn’t see it coming. We’ve been on a break for a couple of days, and I’ve been thinking about breaking up too—not because of anything he did. No. He was always perfect. It’s because I’ve realized that I can’t make him happy simply by being me. I feel like I can be myself around him, but it seems like he’s always holding his breath, describing our relationship as stepping into a minefie
Philip

Philip in Relationships

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On Grace

Grace is something that has always fascinated me, like a dancer moving across the stage, effortlessly, efficiently, their feet barely touching the ground but still moving, always moving. How is it possible for something to be so quiet, so fluid, yet so deliberate? This topic captivates me, and I’ve tried to bring that same grace into my life. I practice it in the way I move—swift but calm, like a dancer, not to be confused with swift but deadly, like a ninja. It’s in the way I set the table
Philip

Philip in Writing

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From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

Big Mouth

Near Home—January, 2023   It should be no surprise that after all the ass play with Ross, that I wanted something different.  I went to the closest (and most reliable) bookstore, wanting some oral action.  And I didn’t care which side of it I was on…   The straight theatre is busy.  There are men standing along the back wall.  More are scattered around in the rows of seats.  All the single seats against the wall are taken.  I sit in the middle, on a two-seat bench.  There is
Who am I?

On Loneliness

Today, I was listening to an audiobook called How to Make Friends as an Adult for Dummies, and there was a chapter about loneliness that got me thinking. This was something I struggled with a few years ago, back when I was still single and frustrated with my dating life. Naturally, I felt quite alone. I had friends to talk to, but it wasn’t the same because most of them were couples—they didn’t have much time to spare for me. I would come home from work, go to the gym, and then sit down at my co
Philip

Philip in Writing

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Who am I?

On Tunnels

I am in a tunnel with my sister and her friends. I am 14 years old, and we are bored. I’ve seen this tunnel before on one of my walks around the park near my house, water trickling out of it, dark and gloomy, my curiosity piqued, but I never dared to wander through it, though I always wanted to. I am excited when someone suggests it, and here we are, walking through it after checking if the coast is clear, it is. There are six of us: me, my sister, her best friend, and three other friends w
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Philip in Writing

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