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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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Leather Weekend

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
Leather Weekend

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
Leather Weekend

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
Leather Weekend

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
Leather Weekend

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
Leather Weekend

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
Leather Weekend

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
Leather Weekend

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
Leather Weekend

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
Leather Weekend

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
Fuck Buds

Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur

Lansing—October, 2021 A few days later, I got an invite from the couple I usually see at the monthly orgy.  With that group currently on hold, they asked if I would be interested in a meeting at their house.  It would be the two of them, likely the friend they had lately been bringing to the orgy and anyone I wanted to invite.  I immediately thought of Keshawn— who I quickly learned was intrigued and available.  He drove to my house—and I drove us the rest of the way north.  We made sm
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Bookstore

Five Men

Near Home—June, 2023   On the last day of June, I went to the bookstore nearest my home.  I wasn’t expecting much more than some head as I watched porn.  You just never know…   I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat, stroking.  There are plenty of men here.  But they just seem to be walking back and forth between the two theatres, never settling in one or the other to do anything.  The door opens and a thinnish white guy, likely in his late 40’s, enters.  He stands n
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Fisting

Fisting Party on Halloween Night

North of Home—October, 2021 So the actual afternoon/evening of Halloween I spent at the Ginger Bear’s house.  Between us, we had organized a group of men to share some fist and some food.  My only contribution turned out to be Ross (he of the enormous rosebud).  The Ginger Bear invited four buddies who showed up.  All were over 50.  His friends are true bears.  Ross is built much like me, tall and slim. I got there in time to set up my fuck bench—which was never used.  Our host owns tw
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Bookstore

Finishing the Job

Near Home—May, 2023 I have two meets in May to write up before we get to my IML reporting.  Here is the first.  It was just a quick trip to the bookstore—wanting to drop a load before I went to Chicago…   It’s a Saturday afternoon.  The sun is bright through the windshield of my Focus.  I park between two huge pickup trucks in the partially full lot.  I go into the dimly lit store, buy my ticket and go into the even darker straight theatre.  It takes me a moment to see there are s
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FelchingPisser in Bookstore

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Bookstore

Fingering His Ass

Near Home—September, 2023   A Friday afternoon at the end of the month—and I’m bored. So, it’s off to the bookstore…   I am sitting off to the side in the straight theatre.  The shaved head man (who usually works the room with his partner, both sucking as much cock as possible) approaches.  He is on his own today.  He gives me five minutes of great head—a great warm up for a busy afternoon.  Just as I feel he wants to move on, a man who has to be over 70 approached me.  He’s
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Bookstore

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
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Final Fling at the New Bookstore

Eastern Illinois—December, 2019 My job in western Indiana was winding down.  On my last day off, I tried, unsuccessfully, to find a hot man to unload in.  On the spur of the moment I decided to head to the new bookstore I’d found in eastern Illinois.  I was determined to have at least some sort of play on my birthday…   I arrive later than usual.  I have missed the lunch time ‘rush.’  I am on the edge of missing any men stopping in after work.  I pay my admission and go through th
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Watersports

Filling Up Rock

My Playroom—March, 2023   Rock chatted with me on the fisting site.  He lived far enough away, that I honestly thought it was chat—and that we’d never meet.  I was wrong.  He liked all that I had to offer:  a big dick, patience with fist and a love of watersports.  We quickly found a date that worked for both of us.  On the appointed day, he was very conscientious about sending me the text I always ask for—which helps weed out flakes and helps me time the final set up of the playspace.
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FelchingPisser in Watersports

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Fisting

Filling the Ginger Bear

North of Home—March, 2022 As March began, the Ginger Bear and I wanted another meet.  I packed some of my regular toys and drove to his place.  The day we had set up the date, the weather had been warm for March.  Now it was blustery and chilly.  It got more so as I drove north.  I was thankful I had tossed in a ratty old sweatshirt as we were playing in his basement—and the space heaters did little to cut the chill….   The ass.  It is such a gift. I am on my knees.  My tongu
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Bookstore

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
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FelchingPisser in Bookstore

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Fisting

FFist, FFun and FFellowship

North of Me—December, 2021 The Ginger Bear and I decided to do a brief meet in the run up to Christmas.  I went north in time to arrive in the middle of the afternoon…   The sling is still in the basement.  I am glad the space heater is running.  I drop off my bag and go back upstairs to wait as the Ginger Bear does a last rinse.  When he joins me in the living room, we stay upstairs talking about this and that before we head down a flight.  Damn.  The space heater has t
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Fisting

FelchingPisser: I Live Up to My Name with Ross

North of Me—March, 2022 Ross, of the amazing rosebud, and I had another round at his house.  I drove up with the sling.  I set it up next to his bed as he prepped our dinner for afterwards...   “Kneel.” He does.  .On the tarp at the business end of the sling.  Right in front of me.  His knees touch the toes of my boots.  Ross is naked—tall and lean.  He gives a tiny shiver as I buckle the leather restraint on his right wrist.  I repeat the process on his left.  At my directiv
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Palm Springs

Farewell to Palm Springs

Palm Springs—September, 2021 I was flying out at an ungodly time on Tuesday morning.  Monday was going to be spent exploring Joshua Tree National Park.  That left Sunday to be the last day of sex.  Jay and I decided to return to the gay resort that might as well be an outdoor bathhouse right down the hill from his house...   We arrive around 11 am, with our packed lunches for later.  We set up under an awning with a view of the pool.  The crowd is thinner than Wednesday…but we are
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FelchingPisser in Palm Springs

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Bookstore

Excellent Head and a 'Cheap Whore'

Jackson—March, 2023 E   The parking lot is very full.  I pay for my ticket and go into the lounge.  Many of the clientele here had resisted the change to the venue by staying home this last month—but they seem to be out in force today.  Sex is happening in one of the glory hole booths and behind two of the curtained cabanas.  Men are seated in the various areas, jerking themselves or groping at the mound of flesh under their trousers.  I sit on the comfortable couch where I can se
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FelchingPisser in Bookstore

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Bookstore

Every Last Drop

Jackson—October, 2023   On the evening of the last post, I went to bed horned.  As I was stripping down, I considered starting a new devil’s dick, but, dammit, I wanted to do some live breeding or feeding.  The moment I woke up the next morning I knew I was going to have sex—or at least look for it.  I went in search of it to the bookstore with the new play area of cubicles, gloryholes and the medical exam table.  I timed my arrival for just after lunch.  It was a Sunday and I had no i
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