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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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Hour by Hour Finale--Fuck Party at Zane's

Chicago—April, 2022 After three other entries, here is the cummy finale of this great party... My only slightly weary tongue finds Combat Boots’ tight, hairy pucker.  He sighs as I dig in, calling me a “good fuckin’ whore.”  Almost instantly he has someone sucking his cock.  I can feel them astride my chest and hear them slurping away.  “Why don’t you sit on it,” growls Combat Boots.  I feel the man get up and I hold my cock straight up for him to mount.  But it is Combat Boots’ d

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Hour by Hour 3--Fuck Party at Zane's

Chicago—April, 2022 This picks up right where part two left off...   The seal of Zane’s ass cheeks is tight.  I can’t breathe—and I don’t want to, I just want the cum dripping out of his ass to never stop… I lick his hole and swallow.  It’s not a huge load, but enough to make me want even more.  Zane moves and I gasp for air.  He moves around to kiss me—and taste the load—before he excuses himself to go check on the guests downstairs. I go on a house tour.  Upstairs on t

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Hour by Hour 2--Fuck Party at Zane's

Chicago—April, 2022 This picks up right where we left off in Part 1:   …I stop fucking abruptly and pull out.  He spins around and cleans my cock.  He pulls off it, eyes shining and murmurs “Thank you, Sir” before he starts licking my balls… Two very young men arrive and begin making out on the couch as the Leather Blond slurps my cock clean.  I ruffle his hair.  Another daddy in a harness and red jock comes into the basement.  “Use him hard,” I tell the guy and go up to the

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Hour by Hour--Fuck Party at Zane's

Chicago—April, 2022 Zane, my favorite Chicago scent pig, had been out of commission for a couple of months with some medical issues.  To celebrate his return to sex, the three housemates threw another of their incredible house parties.  The last one, in August, they really had to work to get guys to attend.  This time, their entire mailing list of former attendees wanted to play.  So many people RSVP-ed, the hosts were concerned about the number of men in the old Victorian at one time.

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Cruz Takes My Cock and Cum...and a little piss...

My Playroom—April, 2022 As soon as I got in my car in the bookstore lot (after the adventure detailed in the last two posts) I got a text from Perry with Cruz’s phone number.  The moment I was home, Cruz and I were texting.  Among other things, I invited him for a ride in my sling anytime he wanted.  He was excited by that.  So much so, that just six days later he was coming to my house. He lived to the north of me, but was coming down to visit family closer to my area.  He’d play in t

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Whoring Out Perry (Conclusion)

Lansing—March, 2022 This picks up right after the play on the padded fuck table in Part One.   The three of us go off to find our next play area.  We check the sling in the gay area, but it is just too chilly to be comfortable.  (There is an outer door here to a patio where smokers go to light up.)  We opt for the sling in a dark corner off the straight video area.  There is a four foot high gate to the area.  I decide to leave it open, so others can join us.  Perry strips down an

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Whoring Out Perry (Part One)

Lansing—March, 2022 Perry had come to the playroom in December.  (I wrote it up in February as “Get Me Ready for Your Cock”) We chatted a few times after the post was published.  Somewhere along the way he let drop that he would love to have me whore him out (oversee other men using him along with me) at a bookstore—to not let him have any say in who was in either end of him.  I agreed it would be fun. Suddenly the timing for that adventure fell into place.  We set a time to meet

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Loading Osvaldo at Cum-Union

Grand Rapids—March, 2022 In the months since the Halloween Party where I met and fucked Osvaldo repeatedly, there was not a week that went by where he did not send me a picture of his ass.  Or dressed as a Pilgrim. Or as a holiday elf.  Or with his new underwear…  You get the idea.  I did want to fuck him again, but I was in no hurry. Finally the right occasion and timing presented itself—the March CumUnion.  I checked that he still wanted to play again.  I reminded him that we should

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One Man In, One Man On

Near Home—March, 2022 After the fun fuck the day before (and the post before) I did go back to bookstore the next night.  I hadn’t dropped a load—and, man, I really wanted to do that.  One of the reasons I love this venue is because I never know who will be there—or what exactly I will do on any given visit…   I start in the straight theatre, but don’t even bother to sit down.  There are a few men—but none who look like play partners.  I keep hearing sounds from the gay theatre th

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The Kid With the Big Cock

Near Home—March, 2022 Friday night.  I was horned. I had thought about little else all day.  I grabbed the reins and my cock led me to the local bookstore, drooling all the way…   The gay theatre is empty.  I check the straight one.  Surprise.  There are half a dozen men here watching multiple-guys-on-one-girl porn.   The cocksucker’s chair is filled—literally.  A very heavy man is sitting there.  He currently has no takers.  But guys are stroking—or squeezing dick

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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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Giving Them What They Want

Jackson—March, 2022 It’s always nice to be wanted. The Cub who took my load in February, after a marathon of bookstore sex, sent me a text.  He was hoping I could breed him again at the bookstore.  It was a Saturday morning when I got his message.  I knew I was going to play somewhere that day, so it was an easy decision to say ‘yes’ to him.  We set a time.  We both wanted to play at the same place in Jackson, with its many screens of porn.  I quickly packed a lunch for later and hit t

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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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“Swallow Mine Like You Did His…”

Near Home---March, 2022 It is no secret to my readers that I love variety—both in life and sex.  So it should be no surprise that if my last write up was about heavy anal play and fisting—the next night I was free for sex I wanted something totally different.  I found it at the local bookstore…   It’s a Friday night.  Nights at the bookstore have been sparse lately.  Judging from the parking lot as I arrive—that may still be the case.  But there are more cars than I expected.  I b

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Stringing Up Jake

My Playroom—February, 2022 Jake, the man who takes my fist with ease and likes to have his balls manhandled, suddenly had time for a play session. My calendar was freer than usual.  On the last Saturday of the month he arrived with his bag of tricks…   I send Jake downstairs to the playroom so I can get out of my jeans and get my boots back on upstairs in my bedroom.  I go down in my robe with a fairly clean white jock holding the goods.  Jake is naked.  And ready. He sits on

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"Piss Me, Daddy..."

My Playroom—February, 2022 It was Tuesday.  Not a day I am often looking for sex.  But I got an early morning text from my college piss boy.  He was horny.  Super horny.  He needed to drink my piss.  I was surprised and pleased.  He has always been a last minute kind of trick—and I like to plan.  And tank up.  He asked to come late afternoon/early evening.  I said yes. We chatted a little more throughout the morning.  (He was either at work or class, I don’t remember.)  He asked me to

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"First Time. Never with a Man..."

Near Home—February, 2022 Saturday night.  I had spent a good part of the day wooing a man into my sling.  He talked about the things he’d like to experience, most of which would leave him very wet.  Sometime in the late afternoon he vanished, not just from being currently online but from the hook up site as well, blocking me.  I signed off and made up my mind that a return to the bookstore was an easier way to get rid of the load building in my balls…   I am in the bookstore close

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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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