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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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A Super Super Bowl Sunday

Near Home—February, 2022 After the less than stellar bookstore experience, I was still horned.  I decided it was time to go back to my usual stomping grounds slightly closer to home.  It was now Super Bowl Sunday—I was intrigued to see who wasn’t a sports fan…   The place is busy.  Lots of men in and out of the two video rooms.  The porn is exceptionally good on the gay side.  A Lucas Entertainment daddy epic.  My cock drools as mouths on screen suck the cock fresh from the perfec

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The Next Week at the Bookstore

Jackson—February, 2022 I had such a good time on the Saturday (of the last three posts!!) I went back on the following Friday…   I pull into the lot.  There are enough cars to make my dick jump.  I go in, pay and wander the lounge.  There are three men here.  Everyone one else must be downstairs in the arcade.  I pass by the man who has fallen asleep in the straight area, nod at the guy in the Trans area and sit down across from a man who is stroking in the gay area.  He is about

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Bookstore Saturday Three: "I Need Some More..."

Jackson—February, 2022 This picks up immediately after “Even Bigger Than I Thought…” and is the finale.   I take a break and walk around the lounge.  Things seem to be on pause with the other men, so I go out to my car for my lunch.  I listen to NPR for a bit while I watch some men leave and others arrive.  I check the rearview mirror to see if there is any of the Handsome Man’s jizz in my beard, but I don’t see any, so I head back in.  I circle the lounge and end up in the gay en

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Bookstore Saturday Two: "Even Bigger Than I Thought..."

Jackson—February, 2022 This picks up immediately after the previous post:   I sit back down and stroke for a bit.  A few men come in to look, but not play.  The next one in is around my age.  He’s of medium height, with sparse grey hair.  He looks at me—and begins to strip.  Every article of clothing is taken off but his socks.  He folds them carefully and stows them under his chair.  His t-shirt is left on the seat for him to sit on.  His body has definitely gone soft, plus likel

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Bookstore Saturday One: "You're a [banned word]!"

Jackson—February, 2022 It was the first weekend of February.  On Saturday morning, I packed a lunch and headed once more to the bookstore with the many varied screens.   I arrive before noon.  The parking lot is fairly full.  I buy my ticket and head into the lounge.  I do my usual tour.  There are men everywhere.  Some are even having sex.  I end up in my favorite alcove, off the gay screening room.  There is a second gay screen here and just the two chairs.  I sit, unbutton and

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Trading Loads at the Bookstore

Jackson—January, 2022 After the recent ass eating fun with the Marathoner along with my breeding of the vocal young man, I suppose it was inevitable that my dick would lead me back to the bookstore where it happened.  I returned at the very end of the month.  The parking lot snow piles had melted some, giving room for more cars.  It was crowded…   I make the tour of the entire lounge.  There are plenty of men—and not a scrap of action.  I go to the alcove in the gay area.  Both ch

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"Go a Little Deeper..."

Grand Rapids—January, 2022 There are so many people that you meet once, have good sex and never see again.  Now, I do cultivate fuck buds if the sex is good, and I have a pretty good track record of men I still see.  But there are visitors to the area you meet, fuck and fist and know that you are not likely to ever see them again.  Such was the case with Kyle who I wrote up in ‘Wetter with Every Stroke’ back in 2018.  We had a great session—and he flew home to somewhere west of the Mississi

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"Do It. Fuck Me. Fill Me."

Jackson—January, 2022 I kept to myself, or with trusted fuck buds, most of January while the new variant was ravaging parts of my state.  I finally felt comfortable enough to go back to a bookstore.  I chose the one that had more space so we were not on top of each other—unless we chose to be…   It’s Saturday afternoon.  The parking lot is busy.  The huge piles of plowed snow reduce the size of it, but there are still more cars here than I expected.  I go in and buy my ticket for

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Derrick and Jacob Re-open the Playroom

West Michigan—January, 2022 Derrick and Jacob and I used to meet up about once a month.  The pandemic has totally destroyed that.  We have seen each other a couple of times in the last two and a half years when the three of us felt comfortable to meet.   In the middle of January, we decided to get back together.  It felt odd for about 10 minutes…and then we were right back to where we left off.  We had a very long chat session to help get us back in tune.  Derrick and I were dressed—an

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Using Ross on Bed and Sling

North of Home—January, 2022 My first play of the New Year was with Ross, the man with the amazing rosebud.  What a great way to start 2022.  I went up to his house with my sling and a few toys…   I am standing, booted and jocked, on the tarp I have slipped under the sling to protect his bedroom floor.  Ross is sitting on his bed—which has an old throw over it.  He is naked.  Waiting.  Expectantly.  “Get down here and suck my cock.”  It’s a command—but soft, almost under my br

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A Fisting New Year's Eve: Used Holes and One Virgin One

North of Me—December, 2021 As I sat down to type, it felt a little odd to be writing up New Year’s Eve for today’s post in late February, but as I look back I realize it is right in line with other years.  Since I started the blog, there has almost always been 6 to 8 weeks from the sex to the writing of the sex.  I do like some time to elapse before writing.  It lets the events marinate in my mind.  I would love to eventually get it down to 4 weeks—slightly fresher but still with some rumin

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Keshawn Takes the Loads

Indianapolis—December, 2021 A few days after Christmas, I went to Keshawn’s home in Indy.   We both had an itch that needed to be scratched.  I took the sling. It rained heavily, all the way down, lightening up just enough when I arrived not to get myself fully soaked as I grabbed the bags from the car. I set the sling up behind the couch as Keshawn found us appropriate porn to fuck by—in this case An Epic Orgy with 14 men rutting in a bar.  (And featuring two men, Jake Morgan and Clay

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"Get Me Ready for Your Cock"

My Playroom—December, 2021 We had talked for a bit on one of the hook up sites.  Perry and I seemed to be quite in tune for a session in my playroom.  We talked about some limits.  We spoke of kinks.  We met on Boxing Day…   I am half sitting/half leaning against the top piece of the fuck bench as I watch Perry strip.  I like what I see.  He is a good 10 years younger than I, and beefy as opposed to a bear. He is not quite my height.  As he bends to find his red jock, my cock stir

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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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Fucking and Fisting Away the Cold

My Playroom—December, 2021 It had been a while since I’d seen Jake.  I always wait for him to contact me for he rarely can get away for a play date.  He had written about a week earlier that he would have some time coming up.  We’d agreed on a day and time—and then Michigan weather stepped in.  A huge cold air mass was sweeping through the Lower Peninsula causing lots of wind damage and power outages.  My place was fine, but I turned on the space heater as the basement playroom was very col

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Giving His Ass to ‘The Hemmingway of Filth’

My Playroom—December, 2021   We met on Asspig.  Very early in our conversation he typed that he had found the blog.  He gushed about it.  I hope he won’t mind that I quote him here: “Dang, Dude !  You are a great writer. Nice pacing, tone of voice, your prose moves right along with no awkward moments or fat. You write with real efficiency and clarity. The Hemingway of Filth! I read for over an hour. It was almost hypnotic.” I was flattered.   We set a date.  We had

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A Five Sex Pigs Rematch

Lansing—November, 2021 The couple who I last wrote about in ‘Five Sex Pigs and a Voyeur’ contacted me again at the end of November.  This time it would be just the couple, me and anyone I wanted to bring.  I took a long shot and asked Keshaw to make the long trek up here.  He jumped at the chance to play with them again.  By the time Keshawn had arrived at my house, I’d had a text from the hosts that their tatted friend from last time would be there, too.  It was now a Five Pig rematch

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Jerk(er)s at the Bathhouse

Indianapolis—November, 2021 I went from staying the night with Keshawn, after the basement sex party, right to a short work gig in western Indiana.  I had one day off in my time there.  I spent it coming back to Indy and going to the bathhouse.   The naked man emerges from the swirl of steam.  He sits next to me—a hot, hairy daddy dripping from the heat.  My cock erects the rest of the way.  He looks down at it and his muscular arm and massive hand takes hold of it.  He jerks me t

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Basement Sex Party, Part Two: “Eat Me Out Good…”

Indianapolis—November, 2021 (This post continues the saga of the Basement Sex Party.) Still later. I have Black Leather on his knees on the large table.  He doesn’t want to get fucked, but the idea of me eating out his hole has made him a very happy young man.  He huffs some poppers and reaches back to pull his generous right ass cheek to the side.  My tongue connects for the first time. “Oh, yeah!”  He’s one of those guys who babble with poppers.  “Eat me out good…” I l

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Basement Sex Party, Part One: "You Can Always Tell Me to Stop…”

Indianapolis—November, 2021 Keshawn had been after me to attend a mostly monthly house party in Indy.  He loved it and was sure I would have a good time.  It worked perfectly for me to get down there at the top of November as I was about to do a short contract in that area. He told me to come to his house—and he would drive me to the group.  I could spend the night afterward at his place.  That sounded great. I arrived right on time.  He had left his door unlocked as he was still finis

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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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Halloween Party 3: "Fuck Those Loads Deeper"

Grand Rapids—October, 2021 (This picks up right after Halloween 2) On one of the couches is the short, Black, mostly straight young man I saw at the first all gender party.  He would fuck his girlfriend of the moment and allow the gay guys to suck his wet dick.  He looks at me, but is attracted by the sounds of a woman being fucked in the glory hole area.  He gets up and goes, nodding to me.  I follow.  My cock oozes.  I really want to suck his soon to be wet cock. The Glory Hole

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Halloween Party 2: "I Want It On All Fours"

Grand Rapids—October, 2021 (This picks up right where we left off from the previous post…)   A white guy wearing nothing but an orange jock is standing there.  He has a thick beer can of a dick jutting out to the side of the pouch and his towel on his shoulder. “You want another cock?” I bark out. Osvaldo doesn’t even look to see who it is.  “Fuck me!” I pull out and Orange Jock slaps his cock on the Latino’s wet ass.  “Now this is gonna be fun…” I take my dick

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Halloween Party: "You Want Another Cock?"

Grand Rapids—October, 2021 On the last Saturday of the month, the bathhouse was once again sponsoring an all gender party—this one with a Halloween theme.  My leather served as my costume.  I was glad of it, too, for it was a chilly evening.  The whole gathering had a much freer feeling than the earlier mixed gender party I had attended.  I still did not find the right combo of a bi couple to share, but I was very happy with the men who gave themselves to me…   I am upstairs.  Wat

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Braydon's Cummy Ass

Near Home—October, 2021 It was inevitable that after meeting Braydon by chance at the bookstore, we would want to do it again.  (That meet was in The Reverse Felch, a few posts ago.)  We set the day and time during the last few days of October.  I drove in after lunch and was pleased to see a number of cars in the parking lot…   Braydon is already here.  He nods to me as I buy my ticket and follows me into the straight theatre.  I sit for a moment.  He hovers on the back wall.  Th

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