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About this blog

I have been writing about my sexual adventures since 2011.  

I write the truth.  Names are changed....except for a few men who know I write and ask me to use their real name or a screen name. 

It is always how it happened:  the good, the bad, the weird, the crazy, the explosive. 

Some entries have pictures.  A few have some video attached.

My format here is certainly to link you to the actual site.  There are over a 1000 entries now--fucking, sucking, felching, fisting, watersports, leather....

Just the way I have sex and glory in it...

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Entries in this blog

Rudy's New Toys Get Us Off

Jersey City—December, 2023   Once again, I traveled to New Jersey to see my brother and his partner for Christmas.  Last year I drove, but this year I was back to flying.  (Not an altogether happy choice, but I got there.)  I had scheduled a play session on the next day, before Rudy, my JC fuck-bud, flew off to see his parents.  I was excited.  It had been a full year, after all. On the Thursday morning I got his text.  He was headed to the gym.  Would 3pm work?  It did.  I checke

Bookstore Cocks and a Surprise Ass

Near Home—December, 2023   I went to the nearest bookstore on a Thursday afternoon, my only real free time before I left for my Christmas week in New Jersey with my brother.  I had more fun than I thought possible…   I pay my admission.  The cashier now knows me by name.  We chat about the holiday for a moment before I head into the straight theatre.  A white man is standing on the back wall, watching another slightly older white man, also standing against the wall, get sucke

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FelchingPisser in Bookstore

Cum From the Freezer for Zane's Hot Ass

My Playroom—December, 2023 Zane was due at my place after supper.  He had had to do a day of work before he hit the road.  I set up the playroom mid-afternoon, ate dinner and napped.  I got a text announcing his exit off the expressway, right at the time he’d anticipated arriving.  My dick had been half hard thinking about that hairy scent pig spending the night. A few moments later he arrived.  We hugged.  We chatted.  I sent him to the shower after his over three hours in the car.  S

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FelchingPisser in Fuck Buds

Finding Cum for the Freezer

Near Home—December, 2023   At the top of the month, I’d heard from Zane, the scent pig (and co-host of the huge house party in Chicago.)  He was headed home to see his parents before the holidays.  “Could I spend the night at your house?” he asked. Of course, I said yes. As the date neared, I got to thinking more and more about what we both loved…cum in his hole.  I had not jerked off for a long time, so I had no extra loads in the freezer.  The day before he was due to arriv

Tables Turned

Near Home—December, 2023 I needed my cock sucked.  I wanted to just sit back, watch some porn and let the regulars at the bookstore get their fill of my dick.  It was a Tuesday, a day I’d learned I could depend on finding who I needed… Another in the category of ‘Man plans and God laughs…’   I walk into the straight theatre.  The man I have christened The Voyeur is waving his very hard, very black cock in front of someone’s face.  I assume I have just interrupted a blow job i

Twisting the Balls That Feed Me

Near Home—December, 2023 It was the first Saturday afternoon of December.  I was having a hard time scheduling the playroom, so I went to the bookstore closest to home.  Last month, I had found a slightly different crowd on a Saturday afternoon, so I waited to go then… The parking lot is barely filled.  I sigh, then tell myself that means the men may be more playful.  I pay my admission and go into the straight theatre.  The few men seem to be here. I sit against the side wall.  Two

The Three Fucks of Braydon

Near Home—November, 2023   It can hardly be a surprise that after re-connecting with Braydon, the cumdump cub, that we’d both want to play some more.  We talked about him coming to the playroom, but we both kind of liked the idea of including more men at the bookstore.  It was the last day of November, a Thursday afternoon.  I got there a half hour before our agreed upon arrival time.  Braydon was already there—sniffing out potential playmates… We find each other in the straigh

Working Off Holiday Stress at the Bookstore

Near Home—November, 2023   I think you know that I have had incredible luck at the bookstore on Black Friday, the shopping day after our American Thanksgiving.  There were always lots of new men killing time while their wives shopped and many were looking to get off.  This year Black Friday was the day GaryM came to play—so I still had great sex, just of a very different type.  As Saturday dawned, I lay in bed wondering if it would be the same busy bookstore a day later.  Should I go?

GaryM Returns: Wanting It Harder

My Playroom—November, 2023 It was Black Friday.  I have a long history of having good luck at the bookstore on Black Friday.  Men seem to drop their wives off for shopping and arrive at the bookstore to drop a quick load.  But not this year.  GaryM was coming to the playroom for a third visit.  He had asked to be used a little harder.  I had a couple things in mind, but now set plans. He arrived right on time—telling me had had little traffic.  After a brief pitstop, he headed downstai

Filling Braydon with Cum

Near Home—November, 2023 It’s the day before Thanksgiving.  I was in the kitchen, making my contribution for the family dinner.  I suddenly put down the Pyrex measuring cup and knew I needed to get off.  I’d thought about it occasionally during the morning, but put it out of my mind.  Now I knew I needed to lighten my balls and be in a better mood around my cousins on the morrow. I finished up quickly, changed my clothes and got in the car.  I had second thoughts halfway there.  I knew

A November Group: "You Dirty Pigs..."

Grand Rapids—November, 2023   I love group sex.   I heard that the house party to the north of me, dormant for a few months, was happening again in November.  The host was excited I would be back in the state.  He expected a bigger turn out.  He hoped I might bring the fuck bench and rim seat to help keep them all busy.  I packed them into the car and drove into town, arriving just a little early so I could get the equipment set up before the guests arrived. The host, a short, thi

The Men Sitting Side by Side

Near Home—November, 2023 The next day, a Thursday, I was supposed to have a fisting session, but it fell through.  I was horned, and as I didn’t really get off with Kieran, I went to the bookstore.  Once again, it proved that you just never know…   I sit along the wall in the straight theatre.  A guy who always masturbates, but wants no one to touch him, is sitting in the cocksucker’s seat.  He is stroking hard, with his dick inside a rubber so he’ll make no mess.  I have a pair o

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FelchingPisser in Bookstore

Kieran's Mouth...and Ass

My Playroom—November, 2023   I came home from the house party entirely sated, truly drained dry.  I had done so much with so many.   It was the middle of the next week before I felt like sex again.  I thought something completely different would be a good change of pace.  Kieran, the married man who can slip away midweek, was eager to suck my dick.  His mouth is so good and that seemed like the change of pace I needed after all the fucking I did in Chicago. He arrived right at 1:0

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FelchingPisser in Fuck Buds

Return to the House Party: Cum Everywhere (Conclusion--Third of Three)

Chicago—November, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off…) I am deep in anonymous ass.  This guy has been butt up, head buried under a pillow, for the whole party.  Men have fucked him all night.  It’s my turn.  His hole is wet.  He has good skills in milking cock.  But I do miss seeing his face respond to my fuck. Zane taps me on the shoulder. “I just got loaded.  You want it…???” I grunt an affirmative.  I pull out of the anonymous guy.  My hand goes to the back o

Return to the House Party: Using All Those Asses (Part Two of Three)

Chicago—November, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off with Part One…)   Zane stands up from the rimseat, moves down and sits on my cock as I lie there. I close my eyes for a moment as he slides down on me.  I open them again just as a thick, hairy ass, sits on the seat and blacks out my vision. “Now eat my hole!” My senses are feeling overloaded.  Zane is fucking himself hard, making my cock grow thicker as even more blood rushes to it.  My tongue can’t get

Return to the House Party: Beds, Slings and a Rimseat (Part One of Three)

Chicago—November, 2023   Once again, I was lucky enough to be invited by Zane, the young Scent Pig, to the big house party in Chicago.  (It always pays to fuck the host!)  The last one had been in August and was one of the very best group sex scenes of my life.  (After all, it took three full posts to chronicle it. I, II, III.)  I was excited.  I wanted to see Zane—and I knew I could get rid of the load that I didn’t get to shoot earlier in the week. I arrived in the late afternoo

"Stand Up and Fuck!"

Near Home—November, 2023   I was home now.  It felt good to be back.  But the combination of little sleep before the long drive—and then more driving after I shot every drop of cum into the Latino—left me really tried.  Add to that, my sinuses were acting up with the constant fluctuations of the weather.  I kept a low profile for a couple of day. I was ready to go again by the Thursday after my drive on Sunday.  I went to the bookstore, of course.  I’d been gone a month.  I wonder

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FelchingPisser in Bookstore

Fucking On the Road Home

Northern Indiana—November, 2023   I was headed home.  It had not been a long contract, but I was eager to sleep in my own bed and to not fight for space in the communal kitchen during meal times.  I was up early on Sunday.  Too early, but I packed and got the car loaded with out disturbing the others living in the apartment. I hit the road—and it was foggy.  Densely foggy.  I was not about to try to drive on the interstates.  I took back roads, which were all but empty.  As the su

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FelchingPisser in Bookstore

"Fuckin' Felch It!"

Indianapolis—November, 2023 I had one last day to myself before two heavy work days and the drive home.  The bathhouse seemed the logical place to go as I had had such a good variety of sex (and men) there.  I took off, driving into town, a slightly different way.  I got there a little earlier than somedays, just after noon. It was a Thursday.  A good number of cars were in the parking lot.  I got my locker and stripped down to jock, boots and wrist band.  I tucked the lube in the wais

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FelchingPisser in Bathhouse

Bubble Butt at the Bathhouse

Indianapolis—October, 2023   It should not surprise any of my regular readers that I went back to the same bathhouse on my final day off in October.  I knew that it would likely be different than my last visit, but that was fine.  I stripped at my locker.  I added my new jock, put my boots back on, snapped the leather wrist band on my left wrist and tossed the towel over my shoulder…   I make a quick tour of the all three floors.  There are a few men sprinkled around the two

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FelchingPisser in Bathhouse

Indy Bathhouse: Cal's Furry Ass (conclusion)

Indianapolis—October, 2023   (This picks up right where the last post ended.)   …I suck until I get the load.  A noisy one.  And a big one.  Only then do I look down at who is on me.  It’s the furry guy.  He looks up and grins.  He gives my cock a gentle squeeze and says “Come to my room…” He grabs his towel and wraps it around his middle, tenting the fabric with his very hard cock.  I sling my towel over my shoulder and follow, my very hard cock waving back and forth wi

Indy Bathhouse: His First Sling (part one)

Indianapolis—October, 2023   It was another day off, as the number of days in October dwindled and Halloween approached.  I had the whole day, so I made my first trip to one of the two bathhouses that keep Indy pigs busy.  I chose the one that has a slightly older clientele.  The last time I worked in this area, I seemed to be there every day off I had and always had a broad choice of men.  I packed a lunch to eat after my early afternoon time there…   I have a locker.  I hat

Keshawn Rides My Cock Again

Indianapolis—October, 2023   The very next day I drove to Indy to see Keshawn and meet his friend/fuckbud.  I made it there in good time, with less traffic around the city then usual.  I had not been able to pack the sling with everything else I had to take for the month of working.  So, with just my bag containing lube and jock, I went up the steps to his apartment…   We hug.  I learn quickly the third man has had to cancel.  I don’t find that a problem.  We strip down in hi

"Fill Me Up, Stud!"

Eastern Illinois—October, 2023   I arrived at my work gig feeling quite refreshed after the bookstore visit detailed in the last post.  Which was a good thing, as I had two weeks of intensive work with no time to play.  Things relaxed a little by the third week and I finally had a full day off.  Two actually.  I had scheduled a meet with Keshawn on Tuesday, but I also had Monday to myself.  And I needed relief! I chose to go to the bookstore I visited in Eastern Illinois when I ha

"Please Swallow Me, Too..."

Northern Indiana—October, 2023   By the first Saturday of the month, I was packing to head for a month-long work gig in Indiana.  I got the car loaded and was on the road by noon.  I was leaving the day before I needed to be there, though I could certainly have made the trip in just a few hours.  I knew that the small village I would be staying in would severely limit any fun, so I was going the long way to get there.  My plan was to stop at the busy northern Indiana bookstore and get
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