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My alpha top at our last chem session got me to make a life changing promise to never use condoms again and to take any cock and load.  He also knows I am addicted to risk and that I have to ride his cock after all the raw holes he fucks.  We were chatting about the local gay spa and I said I average 2 loads for the £20 entry so not bad but I always want more.  He's now suggested we cut out the middle man and I pay guys direct. We used his pad, advertise £10 for each DNA load that

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Salt & Pepper Offers his Ass in the Playroom

My Playroom—June, 2024   So, it was now two trips to my usual sexual haunts—and two rather mediocre experiences.  Neither were horrible, but neither really got off the ground (or got me off.)  On the trip home from the second one, I realized that some of it was just that odd period of adjustment I always get when I come home from something like Fornication Weekend (or IML or CLAW.)  At those weekend events, everything is focused on sex and pleasure.  One of the great things about those

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Finding My Twin

Jackson—June, 2024   I waited a few days before I went looking for sex again.  Saturday afternoons had been really good in the video playspace—the one with gloryholes and the medical exam table.  I packed a lunch, and arrived there right after noon…   The number of men is less than the last Saturday I played here, but it can still be called a crowd.  I sit in an area where I can see four screens playing four different types of porn.  I get hard.  Across a small table from whe

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Back to My Home Away From Home

Near Home—June, 2024 My trip home from Tennessee was the exact opposite of my trip down:  it was smooth sailing all the way.  I started to drive early in the day and stopped as the sun really started to bake my front seat.  I had no delays, not even much highway construction.  I got home by noon on Tuesday. I thought I wouldn’t be ready for more sex for a little while.  I had taken Sunday off—even as Fornication Weekend wound up.  And both my driving days.  But by Wednesday I was ready

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Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Five: The Fornication Party

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

Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Four: The Amateur Shoot

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

On Connections, Part 2

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

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Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Three:  The Gangbang

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. pic GangBangGuys was doing another shoot on Thursday evening that would use anyone interested i

On Longing

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

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Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Two:  The Bukakke

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

Fornication Weekend 2024 Part One:  The Trip and Arrival

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

Group Sex: Two Tongues Share a Wet Ass

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

Would he be any different than the boy who cried wolf?

I got into a creative writing mode and wrote this. Please enjoy 🙂 — 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

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A Door Makes All the Difference

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

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On Crossroads

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

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A Muscle Ass Fourway: "I Am So Fucked"

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

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Hitting the Target

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,

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A Hot Surprise as the New Porn Space Opens

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. 

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On Safe Spaces Part 2

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

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On Teasing

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

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Keith Watches His Ass Get Plundered

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

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On Feelings

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

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On Love

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

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