The last day of February I returned to Chicago to see Zane, the scent pig, again. There was to be a huge sex party at his place hosted by his house mates. Being a polite pig, I took the fuck bench and rimseat as Zane told me they had more than enough slings.
And indeed they did. The entire house was converted to play areas. We set up the fuck bench in the basement where there were two slings and a huge bed. The rimseat was put in the biggest bedroom. I help
AS I STATED IN PART ONE OF THIS MULTIPART EXPERIENCE:
Most of those who’ve read my real life “party” experiences may know that I’ve kept a “sex diary” since I was a teen-ager coming out in pre-AIDS New York City. This multi-part entry tells about the longest party weekend I’ve had in all my years back in 2006. I had started to tell this story on another now defunct site almost 10 years ago, but the notebook of my experiences from that time went missing when a friend borrowed the whole set a
(This picks up right where the last post left off…)
I need to stretch my legs after sucking the load out of the man with porn on his phone. I walk the length of the building to the big screen gay area. I sit in the shadows against the back wall and take my cock out. I take a long drink from my water bottle—for a moment it brings the taste of the last man’s cum to life before it washes it all away. My cock stands back up—and I lean back in my chair, shutting m
(This picks up right where the last post left off…)
As the well hung foot licker struts out the door, I roll over and grab my sock. My toes are still very wet. There is a roll of paper towel on a table under the screen, so I hop over to it and rip off a couple of sheets. As I sit and dry my foot, a series of hot men stream in and out of the room, never pausing on their hunt for cock or ass.
Once fully dressed again, I go out looking myself.
Zane, the scent pig, had invited me back for a big sex party in Chicago at the end of the month. By the middle of that last week of the month I became so horned I knew I had to blow a load before that event. I had just been to my usual bookstore with Braydon, so I headed a little farther away to the half bathhouse/half bookstore. I was there for just under five hours.
I arrive right after lunch. The parking lot is nicely full. I am buzzed into the dar
Second guy I seduced was another baseball player.
Guys in sports are unique kind of guys. We have a lot of bravado and bullshit, but inside a lot of us have self esteem issues. Most of them come from daddy issues, others from repressed emotions, nearly all of them is about being afraid to let go. Athletes are all high strung bitches and we strive to have control over everything we touch, you're seen it. Ultra macho, hyper masculine bullshit which is just a transparent ploy to control whatev
I had a great dream last night. Actually it was more like a sleeping memory, re-living an experience I had back when I was perhaps 15 or 16. (LEGAL in Denmark, so there's that. And all pictures in this post are of me aged 21 or so, so also legal. 😉 )
Through one of those contact phone-lines I had gotten in touch with a guy who was perhaps late 30s or early 40s, so some 20-30 years older than me. Now, I wasn't quite inexperienced at that point, having both used that phone line as well a
First guy I seduced was in high school.
He was a friend and was jockish in a way that was amusing. He was athletic and cute but he had none of the swagger needed to be an actual jock. He liked me because he knew I was in charge even though he had no idea what that meant. We hung out, I insulted him constantly in a joking way, until I had worn him down far enough that any compliment from me would send him flying. Did I know what I was doing? Not yet. Would I learn how to do it better as time
The nice easy Friday looked perfect. Nice night on Thursday evening. Time spent with a buddy and his new ass of the moment was entertaining. No sex directly but sort of a laid back relaxing thing. Light activity and rest for some of the day. The sex, T and arousal of the week since my birthday had been more intensive so a catch up day was what an old faggot needed to be ready for a Friday set to be more of an active time.
I was preparing to enjoy being more fem. As Claire I would dre
First, grow a tough skin. My choice to become infected, like every other chaser has no defense against those who judge you. NONE ZERO NADA. That does not mean don't chase. I remain very PRO-POZ. But you must know that your reasons really are opinions. The only solid facts remind us of the huge risk and cost increases for men who convert. No matter how many times I claim it makes me authentic. No mater how many dead or liver queers with AIDS I want to be connected with, no matter how hot
I am ramping up my effort to let the curious know that I enjoy sharing my very unusual and extreme version of PIG FUCKING. I have spent a long lifetime as a bottom slut. As the years past I have evolved into something unique in the world of PIG SEX among fags. As I have satisfied my own desires, fantasy sex and needs, the result is that I am unusual and a long distance from the vanilla gay world I entered in the sixties. Through out the years my journey has included looking for ways to
About 10 years ago I choose to embrace one of the most extreme body modifications possible. In my pursuit to be an extreme bottom pig I elected to be CASTRATED. I was within weeks of having my balls removed by an underground cutter when he was busted due to a remorseful little cunt who changed his mind. I had watched a number of men being rid of their nuts by my future cutter and was so ready to be on that stage legs in the harnesses and have my balls cut from my body . Knowing other men
No doubt I am not part of the binary world of male or female as the only two sexes. Yeah that is what is need or fucking for reproduction and survival of a species. But I live for years as a man and was never able to fully feel that was exactly the role I was living. I explored sex reassignment but recognized that just flipping to the opposite side seemed to move one set of issues out for another. But I continue to have admiration for the people who choose that type of change. I have som
Most gay men run into a number of [banned word] subjects as they navigate their life and position within the gay universe. I know I ran into a bunch in the 5o plus years since I tasted my first sex by tasting my first dick Like many others I had mentors and also had influences that were not good for me. In a very recent meet up with a very isolated and confused 22 year old gay man, I learned his journey has some of the same elements of mine. Yet with all the information tools around his
Okay folks here is a confession. I love having tits. I love having my tits worked hard. I love showing off my tits. I love having others notice my tits. For all the negative things that can pop into a life, having my tits pop out has been one of my supreme surprises and a source of pride, identity and sensual arousal. When I elected to become a eunuch, I understood that breast growth was a possibility. But at my age I never thought they would develop so my expectations were low. Having
Over the years, I've given myself permission to indulge in my more perverted interests that I keep hidden deep inside. I like to bring them out and play once in a while. My unspoken attraction to the dom/sub relationship led me to the world of leather and kink, and I found many playmates in my community to have fun with once I learned the ground rules and how to ask for what I wanted. But in a way, even those encounters were not enough. I think they were merely a gateway to a world of fantas
Once upon a time...
Yes, this is a story from ages ago. Two decades, actually. I was young, quite decent-looking even if I do say so myself, and ever so innocent... (Okay, I was a bit of a slut.)
Anyway, I had been to the local gay club and had been chatting at the bar with an ex of mine and a couple of random guys - one of whom I quite fancied. When the club closed at 6am the four of us decided to go for breakfast, but since everywhere was closed we stopped by a bakery and bought some
I'm a poz, submissive bottom who is absolutely obsessed with cum. I love taking loads in my ass, mouth, licking random loads up from the floor of a bookstore, eating them from someone else's hole. I very rarely, if ever, turn down a chance to take a load from pretty much anyone. I enjoy anonymous loads, and am extremely turned on by tops with toxic loads, HIV or anything else is fine with me.
Thought I'd start maybe taking some pics maybe during, but most definitely after i take loads. My g
Managed another park hookup while I was house-sitting for some friends out in the suburbs last week. I was feeling really horny, but mainly wanted someone to dump a load in my ass. It was getting pretty late and I was getting ready to go to bed when a 26 year old messaged me on Grindr. Turns out he was a guy I had hooked up with before. He always insisted on using a condom with me, but the last time we hooked up, he tried to fuck me bare, but I wasn't cleaned out or feeling it. Tonight I was def
(From a couple of months ago)
It started with a top from Grindr. He claimed Neg on Prep. He had approached me first, and what interested me was he was big but manageable between 7.5 and 8” and thick enough that the head was a mouthful. But the icing on the cake was he was kinky, raunchy, and that was what I was looking for. On top of that, he was hosting.
It was about 9 pm Sunday, Not the best neighborhood in Little Rock. Dark no street lights, the house, however, was clean and
I’m not a particularly vain person. This is possibly because I don’t usually notice other people’s appearance either. It doesn’t register to me as significant until I discover whether or not they have a brain isn’t instantly tiresome (so many are). If their appearance isn’t important, my head reasons, why would my own be?
Except, of course, for the vast majority of humanity - a primarily visual and basically not at all telepathic species -appearances are huge. People judge books and pretty
The combination of "XL" and "mature" in a profile name... Well, it brings out all sorts of emotions in me!
Since I'm 41, though, "mature" often just means somebody nearly my own age, but in this case the man was actually in his 60s - so enough of an age difference for age play to be plausible... And we all know that "XL" is an unreliable measure, but the pics were impressive and seemed to back up the claim, so...
Yeah, within a couple of hours I showed up at his house dressed in tight