To the imprints that we leave behind.
I am at work, and I look around me, and work is running smoothly today—even with Paul’s absence. And I can’t help but ask myself, with Paul’s departure, how has the transition of the factory into normalcy been?
And I can’t help but answer it—
nothing has really changed.
I asked Jordan a similar question, and he echoed the same response to me, that everything is exactly the same as it was before Paul arrived and worked here.
Near Home—April, 2024
The next day after my trip to Lansing with Muscle Ass, I was still wanting more sex. Was there something in the water? I haven’t had sex three days in a row for sometime now. But I didn’t question it—I just went to the bookstore…
I am in the cocksucker’s seat. Men are milling. A tall, thin man around my age comes in. I’d seen him out in the parking lot. He still sports his hair at its 1977 length. He stands beside me and pulls out a tiny, fla
To all the square ones we encounter throughout our lives.
I’m currently in a transitional period of my life. For a long while now—the last couple of weeks or so—I was so determined to join the Air Force. And I want to take a moment, from this busy life, to reflect on that decision.
There was a point at my current job when I was working and I realised that Michelin had offered everything it could to me. That I had taken all that I could from this place—and that, in order t
To the joy of living in the void.
I’ve been learning how to sit with silence for a while now.
There was a time, when I’d be driving with a friend, and we’d sit there—and whenever there was a silence, it would often feel awkward. Like we needed to fill the space with words, otherwise it’d feel uncomfortable. I’d imagine they felt the same.
That was a long time ago.
Now, I notice I’m able to sit with my friend, and we drive in silence—just taking in
Lansing—April, 2024
The very next night, Muscle Ass and I met again. We really wanted to play together in front of others—incorporating men into our play if they wanted to join us. We talked about where that might happen. I thought the nearest bathhouse would be incredibly dead on a Thursday night. There would likely be only cocksuckers at the bookstore nearest us. I suggested we go up to the bookstore that might as well be a bathhouse with the various playspaces they have. And we mig
My Playroom—April, 2024
Muscle Ass, the hot man working a contract in my area, was back for another few days. Between his work schedule filling his days and the gig I was doing on most evenings; we were forced to meet for another late-night session.
We met on a Wednesday. We chatted a bit. He told me about an encounter he had the night before where he was fucked in the cab of a semi-truck by not one, but two drivers. Repeatedly, as both were multi-cummers. Hearing how awas
Near Home—March, 2024
I got a text from Braydon, the cubby younger man who loves taking loads and has developed a new passion for rimming me. He wanted to meet. I had a fairly open schedule. He wanted some time for licking my ass, so he wondered if we should play at my place. I thought that a good idea. But we also both enjoy involving others in our fucking, so then he wondered if we should go to the bookstore. I thought that was fine, too.
In the end we did both. We went to the
My Playroom—March, 2024
Out of the blue, Jamie sent me a text. He was unexpectedly free; did I have time to play? I did. You’ve read about him here only occasionally as he lives some distance away and works a hard schedule. He is also a reader of the blog. He is the man who called me ‘the Hemingway of Porn,’ a title to which I strive to be worthy.
He spent some time in the shower to freshen up after his long drive. While he was doing that, I put on some fisting porn in the
Near Home—March, 2024
You never know.
I have made that statement over and over on this blog. If you go somewhere where men may have sex, even where there is a good track record that sex will likely happen, you just don’t know if it will. Half the fun. And the frustration.
On this Saturday afternoon, I don’t think it could have gotten any better…
I go into the straight side. I really do seem to like straight porn when I go out, maybe as I have nothing but gay porn
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
