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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

Chicago House Party 2: "Do You Like Those Loads?"

Chicago—August, 2023   (This picks up right where we left off.)   I can’t stop licking the remains of the cum out of my fuckbud’s DP-ed ass.  I finally tap his thighs and he gets off me.  I go off, looking to see what else is happening.  There are two couples fucking, side by side in the master bedroom.  They seem really into each other and not looking for additional men. I walk downstairs to the basement.  Both slings are busy.  The couch is alive with cocksuckers and a

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

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Nine Tops and Only Six Bottoms

Grand Rapids—March, 2024   In the middle of the month, I headed north for group sex.  I took the fuck bench and the rimseat.  The Host was expecting a large group.  He had more men coming than his small house could comfortably hold.  Well, in the end, men being men, a third of them showed up.  Fifteen gay began stripping down in the living room…   It is a good mix of men I know from this group and men who are new to me.  A young Black man sits on the couch to kick out of his

Group Sex: Two Tongues Share a Wet Ass

Grand Rapids—June, 2024   The end of the second full week of June brought the house party I so often attend.  I packed the rimseat and drove north.  When I arrived, I found the diminutive host, and his long-dicked friend, completing the set up.  Soon we were joined by the smooth former athlete who is such a great fuck, an attractive salt and pepper haired bottom, a furry bearish top and the versatile Hot Tats who has appeared many times in these pages. We chatted.  I knew the

Night of the Long Dicks (Part One)

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

Night of the Long Dicks (A Cummy Conclusion)

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

Four Becomes Five

Grand Rapids—July, 2024   On the last Saturday of the month, I went north to the house party I always enjoy.  I packed the rimseat…though it never got used…   We are stripping downstairs in the living room.  The host, a short thin man with an infectious smile, is explaining that something went wrong with his emailed invitations.  He tells us he sent them out three or four times.  I tell him I had only got one—and just a few days ago.  The others agree.  Which explains why the
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