Palm Springs—September, 2021
I woke the next day feeling really refreshed. There is nothing like getting off to make me sleep soundly. I made tea and sat at my computer. After such a full day of sex at CCBC, I was planning on taking Thursday as a night off from carnal pursuits. But, of course, I signed in to BBRT to check my mail.
And there I was on the home page…the most viewed profile of the day. I also had an incredibly full inbox to answer. Many were local men asking f
Palm Springs—September, 2021
Tuesday morning, Jay was excited. He had arranged with his neighbor, a top, for the three of us to have fun while we return his sling that had been borrowed for the party. Once we got there, we found all bets were off—the top’s boy friend of the moment was driving into town. So Jay and I went home where Jay gave me a voracious ass eating before I fucked and filled him with piss.
You may notice I didn’t say cum. We both decided to save our loads for tom
Palm Springs—September, 2021
Monday dawned hot and bright. As I read my book in the shade on the porch, I looked at where I could play with Johnny. Jay had told me it was fine to move a sling to my bedroom, but Johnny wanted piss—and I had not seen any kind of tarp to go under the sling. I looked out at the arbor where the wading pool had been. It’s hard to see in the picture, with the umbrella in the way, but it has a slatted roof. I found some big towels and was able to cover most of
The 14th of this month was my 8th anniversary. I am now an 8 Year AIDS Survivor.
Eight years since I stopped being the person I used to be and started being this one. Because that’s what the Enemy Virus does, it climbs inside you and in every practical way becomes a part of you. Not just in the sense that there’s no way to get it out, but also in the way it becomes a part of your every waking moment - your habits, what you eat, the decisions you make, how you look at the world, and how the
Sunday started very late for us. Eventually I wandered out of my bedroom for a bowl of Corn Chex. But I had two of them and a cup of tea before I heard Jay stirring. I helped him pick up the back yard before his partner got home. There were barrels full of recyclables—a thirsty bunch! While carting the fuckbench out of the sun, I kicked myself for not taking pictures of the set up for the party. Jay said he had some pictures—not of the set-up we used but some that would show something simi
Palm Springs—September, 2021
I showered after Ortiz left and had some food. I think I may have power napped for my 43 minutes.
Jay’s partner was away, so I knew I would be spending the first moments of the party tonight acting as host. Jay adjusted the lighting of the gardens and in the swimming pool—and the guys started to pour in right at 8:00pm.
Guys are everywhere. We are at twice the number of men as on Thursday. The crowd is younger, too. Thursday was 45 and up.
Falling for a Cum Vessel, pt. 2
But First, A Cum Dumpery Detour
I hadn’t cum. Fuck my life. Despite my awe over fucking the athletic, handsome man with hair in all the right places I didn’t even cum. How fucking rude. And then a pandemic happened and I figured once would have to be enough for getting so close to perfection.
Around Halloween I started exploring cum dumpery fun with an out-of-towner who would coordinate tops to stop by in 15 minute increments to load him. The
Palm Springs—September, 2021
I slept late. At least for me. It was Friday—and a day all about getting me in tune with a new time zone after my 22 hour day. I sat outside in the shade and read Evelyn Waugh. I helped clear the bottles and cans from the party for recycling. And I napped.
Jay and his partner took me out to dinner along two other visiting friends. I was impressed that anywhere you went in Palm Springs or Cathedral City, which is technically where I was, you had
Palm Springs—September, 2021
(This picks up right where The Set Up left off.)
I watch the men arrive for a moment from my sliding glass door. I add one more wrist cuff. I already have the leather one on my left wrist signaling I am a top—I add a yellow and black cuff to my right. Yeah, I love piss…I grab my Gatorade bottle and go outside.
I find Jay, my host, and tell him things look great. He introduces me to a number of his friends—and I am tired enough I can’t keep any of t
I will be reposting my adventures in Palm Springs each day--just like I lived it.
The night after Evan left, I went to the bookstore. After all the anal play, I really wanted to suck cock. I must have been successful for my notes say “A ton of loads” and nothing else.
The next day was spent packing for my trip to Palm Springs. The plan was to finally attend “The World’s Largest Piss Party”—Wet N Hot. It is usually held in July. With Covid they pushed it to September, sure
Part I
It was about midway through my sophomore year in college. I had started having sex with guys the year before and had a fair amount of experience, but had always been very strict about condoms. At the time I had a boyfriend who I had known since we started college together. We'd been together for about 6 months, and although we weren't officially exclusive, it was somewhat implied. Despite this I still spent time on hookup apps looking for "friends" and occasionally "fun."
One p
Being a Bottom Bitch is all I have ever desired, needed and wanted. For myself, there is no better place to be than down on all fours, doggie style. I just know my lover is going to stretch and open me, feeling every inch of his swollen hard bareback white cock as it slides in me. All nerve endings sending out a happy dance to my brain.
Once through that muscle, it becomes pure heaven. After all, it's what I came for, what I crave. Well, I'm a Real Bottom Bitch who likes to get fucked. Hell
Falling for a Cum Vessel, Part 1.
First Savoring: January 26, 2020. Sunday, 2:22 p.m.
He's on his way and I haven't even seen his face. Somehow this athletic tanned white specimen has my address and I actually told him he didn't need to send a face pic, to just arrive. "I'm ready to come get fucked," he writes, and I'm hard again after cumming that morning.
Knock Knock: Shorts, tight t, black cap. His head tilts up and we lock eyes; brown, but that midway shade between dark and l
The best thing for me was to wear my wifes at the time clothes and to chems and get Breed by anyone woh would fuck me seed me i loved it when i was pozzed i remember i wore my wifes satin red chemise stockings a pleated mini skirt 4 inch heels and we fuck in the bed she and i slepted and fucked in i had the video and the guy sent it to my self hence no longer married but fuck i now dont need to pick im chance i get fuck when ever i can chems espesially
I hosted again in Louisville last night, having discovered serendipitously on my last visit to town that Sunday nights are apparently neither remembered as the Sabbath nor kept holy among the man-fuckers in Louisville. The trip was reasonably successful, with seven loads and six men serviced.
Well - seven, sort of.
He was the third to come along. He hit me up on Sniffies, and at first he said he wished he could fuck me but he had no car (cue sound of violins), so I cut the conversation
My Playroom—September, 2021
Evan, the fisting bottom from out of state who visited in May, wanted another session in the playroom before I left on my late summer trip. We made it work in the first few days of September. His first meet is detailed in Jerking Off Deep in His Ass.
Evan is on his knees, waiting for me, when I go down the stairs. His shaved head shines as he hungrily looks at the bulge in my jock. He is around my age—maybe a little younger—and just as thin. I se
Chicago—August, 2021
I heard from the Professor while I was working out of state this last July. He wrote the most intriguing sentence I’d received in a long time: “I just heard from Jake Morgan, who is looking for you.”
I had the hot pornsters email (from after we had fucked in December of 2017), so of course I dropped him a line. It seems that Jake had had a personal appearance in Detroit. He remembered that I lived in Michigan and was hoping he could jump in the sling on his wa
Well been chatting to a guy who not only is toxic but has some friends are who are as well and he wants to introduce me to them. Guess we'll see what happens!
Waited, didn't hear from the guy Thursday but knew he was travelling to London and had plans Thursday night. Messaged him Friday morning but still never heard from him, Friday came and went. Still not heard from him.
It's not just bottoms that cancel without word.
Felt like sharing my load with you boys today:
[think before following links] https://drive.google.com/file/d/13DuBihy85KtPOqjV4zaiwfWHymRA_mGc/view?usp=sharing
Been chatting to a couple of guys who are (hopefully) toxic. One meeting up with when he visits next week, the other no plan yet. Both promise a deep roughing up of my hole and planting their viral babies so I guess we'll see what happens.
The first time my cock was ever in a guys ass bareback was only for a few seconds when I was 20. I had gone home with an 18-year-old twink and after we were naked I was lying on this couch and he straddled my cock and lowered himself on to my bare cock. (No lube, it was pretty impressive.) I was, of course, paranoid about STDs so I asked him for a condom. Still ended up being a great fuck but I do regret asking for that condom. The next time was about a year later with the guy who would become m
