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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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Fornication Weekend: The Last Hurrah

Rural Tennessee—June, 2023 I slept really well after the Fornication main event.  All that sex finally knocked me out so I could stay asleep all the way through the night.  I woke to rain.  Not as hard as the rain on my arrival day, but it was a steady stream coming down.  I showered and then breakfast was delivered to me in my room as many of the guests had left. There was not much on the schedule that day.  It started with the ubiquitous pool party.  There was a Best Butt contest (so

Fornication Weekend: The Party Continues (Conclusion)

Rural Tennessee—June, 2023   (This picks up right where we left off…) The porn guys are in the tent.   And suddenly there is sex happening everywhere.  The regular guys are beginning to lose their inhibitions.  Some still only watch—but many, many more are now playing in the slings, at the table or just on their knees. While I am helping the guy with the long beard and the very white ass out of the sling, I notice a young, well built Black guy.  He is mid 30’s and shirtless,

Fornication Weekend: Ray's Demo--and the Main Event (Part One)

Rural Tennessee—June, 2023   Saturday dawned bright and clear.  Which was good, as it was a busy day.  The pool was packed with day trippers here for the main event that night.  The group of young content creators began filming up by the main party tent—on and around the heavy construction equipment used in the camp renovations.  I kept tabs on their fucking as I made various trips to the tent with various pieces of my sling and rimseat.  Ray had agreed with me—you can never have too m

Fornication Weekend: FP Shows It Off

Rural Tennessee—June, 2023 Friday was bright and cloudless.  I started my day in the communal shower, where I always found some good eye candy.  Breakfast was now served up at the lodge, so anyone who had a room there or at either of the annexes gathered in the dining area for our morning meal.  It was only disconcerting to share a table with the porn guys for about half a second.  Soon enough, we talked about anything and everything. I went home and made notes about the day before—and

Fornication Weekend--The Set-Up

Rural Tennessee—June, 2023 Somewhere in the middle of IML, I made the decision to go to my second Fornication Weekend.  Last year, in Georgia, I had had a blast fucking with like-minded men and pornstars; indulging in a long weekend of sex and fellowship.  (If you need a reminder of my time there, hit the Fornication button in the label cloud.) Pornster Ray Dalton’s brain child comes in two forms.  The Fornication Party is held in a number of mostly southern and western states and is a

IML 2023: The Piss Party (an Addendum)

Chicago—May, 2023   There is another story from the piss party.  One that didn’t make the cut.  After all, in a room crowded with around 70 men for four to five hours, I couldn’t possible see everything or even remember it all if I did—and it would take up way too many pages of the blog.  I always write what were the highlights for me during a big event. But—the moment I handed in my clothes to the coat check otter I went to the bar to fill up my water bottle.  Everywhere the

IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 2)

Chicago—May, 2023   (This picks up right where we left off in the last post…)   Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees.  He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time.  I add mine to make it three.  He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time.  Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet.  We kiss.  I get a taste of the three mixed loads. “I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…” He agrees and we go to the slin

IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 1)

Chicago—May, 2023   I woke late (for aging me) after CumUnion.  All that good sex had really helped me stay asleep.  Now it was breakfast and a cup of tea; a little writing and another cup of tea as I typed.  I began to piss regularly.  A very light lunch and a bottle of water followed.  I forced myself to drink one more cup of tea and suddenly it was time to get to the bar that hosts the piss party. It was an easy drive and I found free parking.  I’m actually early.  I talked to

IML 2023: CumUnion in the Hole, Part 2

Chicago—May, 2023   (Picking up where we left off…you may want to read the previous post if you haven't.)   …“I need to shoot,” says the man behind me.  I pull out and a bearish guy, around my age, just makes it into the hot, wet hole I’ve been fucking. He pulls out fast.  I go to my knees and taste the load. I fill my mouth with it and bring it up to young man.  I dribble it in at first and then our mouths meet in another kiss. We can’t seem to stop passi

IML 2023: CumUnion in the Hole, Part 1

Chicago—May, 2023   And here it was Saturday.  I woke up late—though the Horse Market had not been a particularly late night.  I was just tired from all that fucking.  I had a very late breakfast.  I thought about going into the leather market at the main hotel, but I just couldn’t face it.  Instead, I wrote up some notes about all the men I had plundered.  My phone went off.  It was Keshawn. I read the text—asking if I was excited about tonight.  Just the thought that I would be

IML 2023: Toy Play & The Horse Market

Chicago—May, 2023 I slept so well on Thursday night after unloading that large load in the motel cumdump.  Friday, I had a late breakfast and was not planning on doing anything as I was headed to another Horse Market that night.  I knew that I did not want to fuck at all during the morning or afternoon, keeping the entire reserve of my freshly-made-over-night seed for the mares. But Evan, the man who usually drives to my house from the burbs of Chicago, saw I was in town.  He was fine

IML 2023:  The CumDump

Chicago—May, 2023   I had decided to do three major events at IML this year—and to not stay at the host hotel.  All three events were in the northside gay area of Chicago, so why not stay there, too?  It made sense.  And it was cheaper than anywhere downtown, as the motel I reserved had free parking.  I could always go down to the Congress for the leather market or for late night revels.  I was happy with my choice to get out of the madhouse—and choose when to join the other leather fo

The Horse Market at CLAW

Cleveland—April, 2023 It was time for CLAW—Cleveland’s Leather Weekend.  But this year, I knew I wouldn’t be there for long.  With the contract I was working on (and a command to show up to the family Easter dinner) I had limited time away.  I chose to do the Horse Market, stay the night and perhaps play a little in the afternoon on Saturday before coming home.  Well, in the end the Horse Market satiated me completely.  If you have not heard of the Market, here is some background, from

FP at FP

I wanted to do one more post about the Fornication Party (or FP at FP as I wrote in my notes.)  So: As I drove away Sunday night, I made a mental list of things I might not mention in the detailing of the terrific sex I had over the four days: It was hot.  It reached 100 on the way down and was in the high 90’s every day at the campground. And humid.  And did I ever mention the gnats?  They swarmed and thought the best possible place to land was on your eyelashes.  A good reason t

Fornication Weekend: The Sunday Group Finale

Rural Georgia—June, 2022   That Sunday night, there was one final gathering at the small play space.  It was to be hosted by RC and Dallas.  It was called a cocksucking party, and there was some of that, but anal sex was on almost every man’s mind…   I arrive at the cabin right on time—and there are men waiting.  Ready and stroking.  There are number of new men who are just here for the day.  I ditch my shorts and shirt under the bench by the door.  RC and Dallas arrive.  Ins

Fornication Weekend Sunday: A Goodbye David Fuck

Rural Georgia—June, 2022   I was back in my tent for Saturday night.  I wanted to sleep in after the late night of sex and exercise, but the sun woke me way too early.  I had coffee at the pool, breakfast at my campsite and read a book by the pond.  I think I napped before going to the pool café for lunch.  David appeared—just as I was chewing my first mouthful of food.   He was leaving this afternoon, before the last of the smaller play sessions that night.  “Think we can squeeze

Fornication Weekend Saturday: The Cum Spurts

Rural Georgia—June, 2022   (This picks up right where the last post left us…)   David grabs his cock and strokes along with my fuck. As I speed up, he stops stroking, makes eye contact again and begins to babble about how good he feels, how big I am, how much he loves to get fucked. His words work and I do just what he wants:  I fuck him harder.  And soon, harder yet. The large man with the talented ass stops by.  He works David’s nipples—and occasionally sucks

Fornication Weekend Saturday: Three Slings in Action

Rural Georgia—June, 2022 It should come as no surprise to most of my readers, that I packed my sling and rimseat for this event.  I got them up to the room where the major gathering of the weekend was happening that night after the piss party.  I helped Ray and his volunteers set up the space after our early evening seminar.  Tonight, there was a hanging tarp, forming a wall, that cut off the play area from the bar.  Ray’s two slings were behind it, one on each side.  Mine was against the s

Fornication Weekend Saturday: Piss Party

Rural Georgia—June, 2022   The massive thunderstorm that finished off the evening on Friday, left my tent flooded and some camp sites without power.  I was rescued by the couple who had cooked me dinner that night.  I was given a comfortable sofa to sleep on.  Not to mention a wonderful tongue bath for both of my feet as the boots came off—this from the top in the relationship.  He had watched me all night and wanted to explore his bottom side with me—but not at any of the sex parties

Fornication Weekend: The Dance Party Becomes a Sex Party

Rural Georgia — June, 2022    After the afternoon party in the small play space, I went to the cabin of the couple who had invited me to dinner after the morning workshop.  We had a relaxing time (and a great meal.)  It was good to be in a cabin and not my tent.  All three of us mentioned that we wanted to attend the evening workshop.  My hosts weren’t too sure about the dance party, but I told them what Ray had said about sex on the fringes.  We cleaned up a little and went to hear Ra

Fornication Weekend--Friday Afternoon: 'Meeting' the Guys

Rural Georgia—June, 2022 After the welcoming sex fest, the rest of my Thursday night was spent at the first of Ray’s talks/discussions on men’s sexuality and wellness.  I am not going to detail those here.  I found them thoughtful, helpful and reaffirming of how I approach sex and love at this time in my life.  I love just how inclusive he is in welcoming men and making them feel good about themselves. But you didn’t come to this blog for that.  You want to know other things… Frid

Fornication Weekend--Thursday: A JO Party Kicks It Off

Rural Georgia—June, 2022 Sometime after IML, where I talked with Ray Dalton about it, I decided I wanted to go to his Fornication Men’s Wellness Retreat in Georgia.  The sensible side of me told myself that it was too far away.  “Georgia.  And Southern Georgia, no less.  Gas prices are high.  Are you stupid…?” On and on that sensible voice droned away as I tried to fall asleep.  But my more adventurous side whispered:  “Think what hot blog posts you could get out of it…” Guess which si

IML Sunday Night: An Orgy and A Breeding

Chicago—May, 2022 After Zane left, Cowboy Boots and I had dinner together.  As we waited for our Thai to arrive, I told him about an ad I’d seen on BBRT.  The host wanted to do an actual sex party in a dimly lit room—not just host as a cumdump.  We were excited.  This is what we were missing on this weekend.  I had stumbled on it once, but I wanted another session. When we got back from dinner—I got the details from the host.  It wouldn’t be long, maybe 90 minutes.  We were to be there

IML Sunday Afternoon: Cowboy Boots Takes My Fist and Zane Takes My Cock

Chicago—May, 2022 My last day at IML was packed with mini events.  Somewhere in the course of our talking about IML, Cowboy Boots let drop that he liked to be fisted.  I had never played with him outside of a hotel or bathhouse casual fuck/loading situation.  I also learned that he like to do some toy play.  So, naturally, I brought some along. We had both been busy enough we hadn’t found time to do it.  I suggest we have a late morning or early afternoon play session.  That sound

IML: Saturday Late Night: Loading InkedLust

Chicago—May, 2022 The piss party was great.  My dick was in demand.  And I loved loading the young pig in the Andrew Christian underwear.  If I was at home, that would have been more than enough play in one day.  But I was in a hotel with 1000’s of horny men. I wrote a little.  I tried to read.  But my cock was restless.  I put down the book and logged on.  I looked at the list of cumdumps.  This is when I find that ‘fuck me fast and load me’ scenario appealing.  I didn’t need a ton of
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