Timberfell Resort—June, 2024
It was Saturday, the day of the big sex party. I got to the campground just before noon. I lucked into finding a parking spot in the shade(!) and in a place that would save me a lot of steps in hauling the sling up to the pavilion. I checked in and visited with Ric at the Fornication information booth, comparing notes about the weekend.
Eventually, I went up to see Ray give his tutorial about bottoming. He had snagged a content creator, who I had met as
Timberfell Resort—June, 2024
Friday was another hot day. I stayed at the motel for the morning and wrote up the post which became Hitting the Target. After hitting the publish button, I made some tea and went to the campground. I was hydrating as there was a piss party scheduled in the shower area near the pool. It ended up being cancelled, which was just as well; no matter how hard I tried to hydrate, it all came out in sweat with the temperatures in the high eighties, touching 90 by m
Adeels thick black stubble sent scraping up and my smooth ass crack and against my swollen cummy hole sent shock waves through my body as did his tounge deep in side lapping up Dean's cum. Two fingers from each of his manly hands pried my sphincter apart. "Their's more in there, push it out." I pushed out my rosebud but no cum. "Fuuuck" Adeel sucked on my rosebud then shoved 3 fingers inside knuckle deep. "I'm gonna get those loads out." With his cummy fingers in my mouth I pushed out the re
To the gray areas that we lose ourselves in.
I am meeting up with Phil today, for the second time after our first date. He made it crystal clear that he isn’t looking for anything serious, that he doesn’t mind friends with benefits, and I’m holding my end of the agreement. I make the long drive over to his place, a one-hour drive across the city, with a six-pack of cider in the passenger seat and excitement in my heart. He meets me at the car park, asks for a hug. I give him one, war
Dean was already outside my apartment waiting for us. He said he's only got half an hour so we stripped as soon as we got as we kissed and groped each other making our way into my living room.
I watched Adeel stoke his beautiful thick cock and tweak his nipple from my sofa opposite him as Dean was on his knees holding my legs wide apart and hungrily eating my hole. He pulled me lower till my ass was hanging over the seat of the sofa and replaced his hand from the back of my legs with mine
Timberfell Resort—June, 2024
My Thursday adventures were not done with the Bukakke.
It was very hot by the afternoon. I found shade, away from the constant noise of the pool. That it happened to be near the playroom under the bar was purely coincidental. But no one else ventured in that direction. So, I read. I may have even dozed. I wanted to be ready to fuck again.
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To the ache of connections.
Today is the launch day of Switch 2. I sit in my room, playing Welcome Tour, a game that introduces the hardware in the form of minigames. It’s fun as hell, and I suddenly want to share this experience with someone. To tell them how cool this new piece of technology is. To geek out with me. I turn around, look at my empty room, and there’s no one here except me and the sound of my Switch. I feel a pang of sadness. I wish someone was here, right now, to exp
Timberfell Resort—June, 2024
Thursday was the first official day for Fornication Weekend. I had a lazy morning at my motel. I made notes about yesterday and read a little. I intended to arrive at the campground at 11, right as registration opened.
I did just that, after finally finding parking. I made my way to the office, dodging the vendors as they set up a tented booth by the entrance. I rounded the corner of the office. The pool was packed with naked men of every age and descr
Home—June, 2024
So, it was time for Fornication Weekend. With the drive I had to make, it really became Fornication Week. I packed the car on Monday night, June 17. This year I was at a hotel 19 miles from the campground (the closest city with better motels.) I had made my reservations a little later this year, and by the time I knew I could go, all the lodging at the camp was full. And I wasn’t spending the weekend roasting in my tent. I packed my tea kettle, books, lube, two sets of
Grand Rapids—June, 2024
The end of the second full week of June brought the house party I so often attend. I packed the rimseat and drove north.
When I arrived, I found the diminutive host, and his long-dicked friend, completing the set up. Soon we were joined by the smooth former athlete who is such a great fuck, an attractive salt and pepper haired bottom, a furry bearish top and the versatile Hot Tats who has appeared many times in these pages.
We chatted. I knew the
I got into a creative writing mode and wrote this. Please enjoy 🙂
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The year was one of melting ice cream and broken air conditioners. Archie Banks sat on the edge of the river that had once been lined with daisies, now reduced to nothing more than weeds and pieces of broken branches. He rolled up his checked shirt, skipped a few rocks, and as the clouds darkened, he held an old vintage photograph of a beautiful woman in one hand, creased and weathered by time, almost faded. Parts of h
Near Home—June, 2024
I had some more group play coming up at the end of the week. I really wanted to go to Saturday’s house party with my balls empty—and churn up a fresh load while playing there. On Thursday, I went to my usual bookstore, the one that had suffered the accident. I wanted see if I could get a little more comfortable in the new bigger room with two screens of porn. It was evening, a time I don’t usually go…
The first thing I see, after I pay my admission
To the part of ourselves that lingers.
A day after James and I stopped seeing each other, I went back on the Hinge app and started going through the backlog of guys who had liked me during the three weeks I’d been off the app—because I was dating James.
One guy in particular stood out. His name was Phil (short for Phillip with two Ls), and out of everyone I replied to, I secretly hoped he would be the one to text me back. Fortune had it—he was the only one who actually di
My Playroom—June, 2024
It was going to be something new in the playroom. I think, without searching every last entry since I moved, I have never had more than two of us in this playroom. I might have had a threeway there that I can’t remember, but on this night, there were going to be four—and I know that is new. Muscle Ass was back in the area for work. We had looked for some group play up in Lansing, but hadn’t really found it.
So, this time, I wanted someone’s dick in him beside
Back at our apartment the 3 of us got startef while Ben was organising drinks and party favours.
Brandon and Michael wasted no time with their tounges down my throat, kissing and licking my neck while they stripped naked and stripped me down to my jockstrap. Both in their late 30s their muscular and hairy bodies were in stark contrast to my smooth and slender frame. They pinched and twisted my nipples while I buried my face in their hairy armpits working toward their nipples with my mouth
Jackson—June, 2024
On the last trip to the Jackson bookstore, the one with the lounge that has become a full play area, I had noticed a flyer taped to the door. It said that the second Saturday of every month a group met in the lounge. I asked the cashier about it. She told me it tripled her attendance on that day.
I knew I had to check it out.
I got there right after noon, with a packed lunch for later. The parking lot was jammed. I barely found a place to park. I went in,
Near Home—June, 2024
I had heard, via an online chat room, that the new theatre remodel (after the car accident took out the original two) was going fast. It was set to reopen on the first Friday of the month. Of course I had to be there! I took off, after lunch, to see what they had done. (It turned out that they had let people into the space by that Wednesday.)
The old video arcade, with all those single booths, was gone, ripped out and the machinery sold to another video store.
To the harbours that we anchor.
I’m driving home from work.
The traffic is bad.
The sun is setting somewhere on the horizon.
And a thought occurs to me.
I know what I am to people now.
I am a harbour.
And this is what harbour means to me:
A harbour is a place for ships—
ships that have been out at sea,
weathered by the storm,
damaged,
but still able to find comfort in arriving.
The harbour is a sa
To the calm after the storm.
I’ve been trying to master the art of teasing.
And I’ve come to realize that it’s a very delicate dance—
a dance between lighting someone up
and tearing them down.
The line is razor thin.
And I find myself dancing on it at all times.
It’s exhilarating.
It’s challenging.
But the payoff?
The payoff is always so damn worth it
that it’s worth dancing that line constantly for me.
Teasing is m
My Playroom—June, 2024
One of the things I love about my life is how men I know keep popping back into my orbit. I had met Keith at the group sex gathering in Grand Rapids. We’d had some excellent sling time there. Then he got busy and didn’t return to more recent group sessions. But he’d taken my phone number. Now, after two, almost three years, he reached out by text.
Could we meet? We worked it out and on the first Tuesday of the month, Keith was in my playroom—strippe
To checking in on ourselves.
A wise friend of mine said something recently that stopped me in my tracks.
He said,
It’s important to check in with yourself—
and ask, when you’re connecting with someone:
How do they make you feel?
Do they make you feel seen?
Do they make you feel safe?
Or do they make you feel small—
scared, anxious, unsure?
Do you feel inspired?
Alive?
Like you can breathe deeper?
Or mayb
To overflowing containers.
My whole life up until this point,
I’ve always been searching for love.
I used to think—
romanticize—
that love was something missing from me.
That I was incomplete.
And the world held the answer.
Somewhere out there
was a person
who would find me,
and fill the space.
But over the past few years—
and more recently, more profoundly—
that perspective has shifted.
Love isn’t mi
Jackson—June, 2024
It was the first Saturday of the month. I had thought about going to the bookstore/bathhouse in Lansing, but going online I found they had had an electrical fire. The business was closed until it could be re-wired and a sprinkler system put in. (Many in the chat room where this was talked about wondered if they would ever re-open.)
At my usual haunt, the remodel after the car accident had just been started. It was scheduled to open ‘soon.’
Two down. One lef
