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
To the legacy we leave behind.
I’m at work. Today is Paul’s first official day on the building station, a station I’ve been training him on for the last two days. We’re throwing him into the deep end. We’re doing 80 tires—the maximum we can possibly do in a day. It’s been a very long time since anyone’s come out of training and done 80 tires on their first day. The people I’ve trained before? They haven’t done this yet. And honestly? I doubt my own ability to do it if I had just come
Near Home—February, 2024
I came home from the bathhouse fully sated. Or so I thought. But when I awoke on Saturday, all I could think about was more sex. So, I worked around the house in the morning and had a light lunch. From past experience, I remembered that Saturday afternoons at the bookstore usually had quite a mix of men. Off I went…
The parking lot is almost half full. As I grab my water bottle and tuck it into my coat pocket, three men leave the building, l
To the students that surpass us as teachers.
I’ve been training Paul for a while now at work, and today, I realized something profound.
He’s exceeded me in a few of the stations.
There are ten stations in total in the factory. I’m a jack-of-all-trades in all of them, mastering one—just one—that I’ve been doing for the past seven years. Since Paul started, less than three months ago, I’ve been training him on almost all the stations, and now, more than half of them? He’s surpassed
Grand Rapids—February, 2024
(This picks up right where we left off with Part One…)
The hot young man with the slender dick is on his knees. He is servicing three men who stand around him. He goes from one dick to the next. And the next. The guys make room for me to join them. By the next round, he includes me, murmuring “Look at Daddy’s big dick…” before he swallows me down.
I groan as the young man’s lips hits my pubes, deep throating me effortlessly. I look a
To the stars that shine brightly at night.
I have this image in my mind now—whenever I meet someone new, or even when I think about someone from my past. I picture myself, standing alone, looking up at the night sky, a sky full of stars.
Each star? It’s a person.
A moment.
A memory.
These stars—they represent the people I’ve met before, the relationships I’m holding onto now, and even those I haven’t met yet—the ones still waiting, out there, ready to fill the empty spac
Grand Rapids—February, 2024
The stars finally aligned and Osvaldo and I were both available at the same time. This is the Latin young man I had met at a bathhouse—and where we have played each time we have met. He loves to video our fuck when we are locked in a room. This is also the man who hurt himself with a large toy and had a long recovery when we couldn’t play. We, of course, agreed to meet at our usual haunt in late February. We chose not to do a CumUnion night, and I think it p
To boats worth rocking.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my dating profile lately. Paul and Jordan have been helping me with it too—half-joking, half-serious—but I think there’s some truth in what they’ve suggested, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll actually use it.
We started with my roots. My parents are from the southern part of Vietnam, far from the city, near the border. My dad’s from Cà Mau, my mum’s from Bạc Liêu—and that, apparently, makes me a country boy. It’s funny, because I’ve ne
To those who search the world all over, only to return home to find it.
Recently, there’s been this guy at work that I’ve been crushing on—Paul. He’s 43, Vietnamese, about chin-height on me, and has one of those smiles that actually reaches his eyes. He’s an exceptionally good worker, and I often find myself feeling safe around him, like everything’s going to be alright.
One time, when we were working together, our hands touched, just for a second, and I felt this tingle running throug
Near Home—February, 2024
Braydon, the cub who loves to share his hole, wanted to meet. We couldn’t decide whether to use the playroom or hope for some willing men at the bookstore. Our love of sharing his hole won. We met at the bookstore, in the straight theatre, around 2pm…
I am sitting against the wall. Opposite me is a man stroking to the porn. He has pulled his cock low, so he is jerking, with his cock pointing to the floor, so I can’t see it. A man sits next to him a
Hi guys, I'm gonna write about myself on this blog - it's a turn on to share details about my sex life as well as pictures and art of myself etc, so that will be the main thing. But also if you want to get in touch send me a message, ask me anything and I'll enjoy answering. I'd love to have to answer questions and expose myself to strangers no matter who it was. So this first blog is an appeal for guys to get in touch and bring out the worst in me really.
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Near Home—February, 2024
It was Saturday, the day after my three hours with GaryM. Good sex, as I’ve mentioned before, can either totally satiate me or leave me wanting more. This Saturday, I wanted more. I knew it would be totally different than how we’d played (and that was a positive.) I took off to the bookstore nearest my home, right after lunch…
The parking lot is not as full as I expected; maybe seven cars. I break tradition and head into the gay cinema first.
My Playroom—February, 2024
I was so drained (in so many ways!) after the piss party, that I took some days off from looking for sex. But I was ready to go again by the end of that following week; a good thing as GaryM was making another trip to the playroom.
Friday morning, he sent a text saying he was on the road. There was so little traffic and road construction, he was at my doorstep before the appointed hour. He went down to the playroom to strip off while I did the same up in m
Chicago—February, 2024
(The piss party continues. If you haven’t, you might want to read Part One.)
…The pisser moves his stream so it plays on my cock as it fucks into him. The heat of the piss is wonderful. I fuck harder, if that is possible. The sound of piss splattering to the floor, of the fucking and of four men moaning fills our little corner of the bar.
I pull out of Hairy Blond’s ass. He swivels from sucking the attractive older man’s large dick, to cleaning me off.
Chicago—February, 2024
It was the second Saturday of the month—the day of the monthly piss party in Chicago. It was an unusually warm day for February and I hoped that it would help warm up the back bar where we got wet. I drove in with plenty of time to spare. I didn’t really start hydrating until I found parking. I have learned you never want a full bladder and fight Chicago traffic…
I am the first to sign in and pay. The host and I talk briefly before I head in an
My Playroom—February, 2024
Evan wanted to re-connect. We had not seen each other since IML this last May. Usually, he drives in from his home in the burbs of Chicago. We have a good stretching session before dinner which is baking in the oven as we play. He spends the night in the playroom and heads out, his ass reminding him all the way home, just how much abuse it took.
He loves my dick and fist—but he really is about the toys. He loves how they stretch his ass differently than
Near Home—February, 2024
I was wanting something different by Monday. I tried looking online, but I had no luck. I thought about going to another bookstore for variety, but somehow it just seemed easier to go where I was having such a good run of luck. And it held…
I am in the straight theatre. Alone for the briefest of moments. I stroke myself hard. The door opens. The bald-headed man comes in. I had seen him, and his partner, finishing their lunch out in their S
"Hey buddy, can you help with a load today?"
My phone's Snapchat pinged. It was 6:30 in the morning.
That message was code for a fuck bud list I'd created. I'd posted the codephrase to stay discreet in small town America for horny guys. So some new buddy was horny.
"Hey man, I sure can. I'm 41yo 5'8 150# 7c white married dl ddf. When?"
I shot back my stats, my dick pic and ass pic, as confirmation that my buddy had the right Snapchat.
"Today. 32, 6'3", 230, discree
To new adventures.
I’m ready to date again.
It’s been three weeks since the breakup, and I know what you’re thinking—isn’t that too soon? And the answer, like most things in life, is it depends.
I’ve spent the past few weeks doing what I do best—thinking, thinking. About past relationships, not just the last one, but all the ones before that. About the present, where I stand now, who I’m becoming. About the future, where I want to be.
But this time, I have a secret weapon.
