I got into a creative writing mode and wrote this. Please enjoy 🙂
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It is a sweltering year of melting ice cream and broken air conditioners. Archie Banks sits on the edge of the river that was once lined with daisies, now reduced to nothing more than weeds and pieces of broken branches that clutch on but never really let go. Clouds darken. He rolls up his checked shirt and skips a few rocks. After a while, he holds an image of a beautiful lady in one hand, creased and weathered by tim
Near Home—June, 2024
I had some more group play coming up at the end of the week. I really wanted to go to Saturday’s house party with my balls empty—and churn up a fresh load while playing there. On Thursday, I went to my usual bookstore, the one that had suffered the accident. I wanted see if I could get a little more comfortable in the new bigger room with two screens of porn. It was evening, a time I don’t usually go…
The first thing I see, after I pay my admission
To the part of ourselves that lingers.
A day after James and I stopped seeing each other, I went back on the Hinge app and started going through the backlog of guys who had liked me during the three weeks I’d been off the app—because I was dating James.
One guy in particular stood out. His name was Phil (short for Phillip with two Ls), and out of everyone I replied to, I secretly hoped he would be the one to text me back. Fortune had it—he was the only one who actually di
My Playroom—June, 2024
It was going to be something new in the playroom. I think, without searching every last entry since I moved, I have never had more than two of us in this playroom. I might have had a threeway there that I can’t remember, but on this night, there were going to be four—and I know that is new. Muscle Ass was back in the area for work. We had looked for some group play up in Lansing, but hadn’t really found it.
So, this time, I wanted someone’s dick in him beside
Back at our apartment the 3 of us got startef while Ben was organising drinks and party favours.
Brandon and Michael wasted no time with their tounges down my throat, kissing and licking my neck while they stripped naked and stripped me down to my jockstrap. Both in their late 30s their muscular and hairy bodies were in stark contrast to my smooth and slender frame. They pinched and twisted my nipples while I buried my face in their hairy armpits working toward their nipples with my mouth
Jackson—June, 2024
On the last trip to the Jackson bookstore, the one with the lounge that has become a full play area, I had noticed a flyer taped to the door. It said that the second Saturday of every month a group met in the lounge. I asked the cashier about it. She told me it tripled her attendance on that day.
I knew I had to check it out.
I got there right after noon, with a packed lunch for later. The parking lot was jammed. I barely found a place to park. I went in,
Near Home—June, 2024
I had heard, via an online chat room, that the new theatre remodel (after the car accident took out the original two) was going fast. It was set to reopen on the first Friday of the month. Of course I had to be there! I took off, after lunch, to see what they had done. (It turned out that they had let people into the space by that Wednesday.)
The old video arcade, with all those single booths, was gone, ripped out and the machinery sold to another video store.
To the harbours that we anchor.
I’m driving home from work.
The traffic is bad.
The sun is setting somewhere on the horizon.
And a thought occurs to me.
I know what I am to people now.
I am a harbour.
And this is what harbour means to me:
A harbour is a place for ships—
ships that have been out at sea,
weathered by the storm,
damaged,
but still able to find comfort in arriving.
The harbour is a sa
To the calm after the storm.
I’ve been trying to master the art of teasing.
And I’ve come to realize that it’s a very delicate dance—
a dance between lighting someone up
and tearing them down.
The line is razor thin.
And I find myself dancing on it at all times.
It’s exhilarating.
It’s challenging.
But the payoff?
The payoff is always so damn worth it
that it’s worth dancing that line constantly for me.
Teasing is m
My Playroom—June, 2024
One of the things I love about my life is how men I know keep popping back into my orbit. I had met Keith at the group sex gathering in Grand Rapids. We’d had some excellent sling time there. Then he got busy and didn’t return to more recent group sessions. But he’d taken my phone number. Now, after two, almost three years, he reached out by text.
Could we meet? We worked it out and on the first Tuesday of the month, Keith was in my playroom—strippe
To checking in on ourselves.
A wise friend of mine said something recently that stopped me in my tracks.
He said,
It’s important to check in with yourself—
and ask, when you’re connecting with someone:
How do they make you feel?
Do they make you feel seen?
Do they make you feel safe?
Or do they make you feel small—
scared, anxious, unsure?
Do you feel inspired?
Alive?
Like you can breathe deeper?
Or mayb
To overflowing containers.
My whole life up until this point,
I’ve always been searching for love.
I used to think—
romanticize—
that love was something missing from me.
That I was incomplete.
And the world held the answer.
Somewhere out there
was a person
who would find me,
and fill the space.
But over the past few years—
and more recently, more profoundly—
that perspective has shifted.
Love isn’t mi
Jackson—June, 2024
It was the first Saturday of the month. I had thought about going to the bookstore/bathhouse in Lansing, but going online I found they had had an electrical fire. The business was closed until it could be re-wired and a sprinkler system put in. (Many in the chat room where this was talked about wondered if they would ever re-open.)
At my usual haunt, the remodel after the car accident had just been started. It was scheduled to open ‘soon.’
Two down. One lef
To the corners we have yet to explore.
There are spaces in my life that are currently evolving.
Spaces I’m stepping into—
not for the first time,
a space filled with fog.
I can’t quite see what’s around me,
only feel the shape of change brushing against my skin.
But every day,
when I talk to someone new
or read a line that lingers
or watch a video that jolts something loose,
I learn a little more about this space.
A step c
Lansing—May, 2024
The next day, I had more sex. It was good on Monday, when there were just the two of us in the playroom, but Tuesday there were four of us in a bigger playroom. And it was wetter…
I had been invited to join the couple I had met and played with so often at the Grand Rapids group. I had been to their home before, but not for some time. Top Host is as tall and as thin as I am. He is hairy in all the right places, including his chest. His cock is my length or so, bu
My Playroom—May, 2024
I got home tired, but safely, after the huge IML piss party. I went to my meeting on Sunday and found there were about 3 and half minutes of it that applied to me, but I did meet some of the people I will be working alongside. I also heard from the beautiful young man. He had remembered FelchingPisser and sent me his phone number on BBRT. In moments we were texting and he seemed turned on by the idea of my asking to post his ass pics with the write up. I wonder if
To colliding worlds.
I’ve been thinking a lot recently
about mutual interests—
and how they shape compatibility.
Looking back now at my most recent dating experience with James,
I realized we actually didn’t have anything in common.
And yet,
I was still willing to make it work.
I’m the kind of person who finds peace in silence,
in stillness.
Someone who writes, reads, plays games,
goes on long, quiet walks and hi
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To the empty spaces that don’t need filling.
I’ve been learning to sit with silence for a while now.
It’s those moments where everything is calm and still.
In the past, whenever there was silence between me and someone else,
I would always find it a little bit awkward,
as though that silence needed to be filled with something—
mainly with a question, or a conversation.
I wasn’t comfortable sitting in the silence,
because it meant that somethi
To the winters that are bitter cold.
James and I decided to end things,
three weeks into dating.
He sent me a text,
asked if I could come over for a chat.
It sounded serious,
and I had a feeling something like this was coming.
So I showed up.
And sure enough—he said that even though he enjoyed dating me these last three weeks,
he didn’t feel any romantic attraction,
and he thinks we should stop seeing each other.
To be h
Chicago—May, 2024
(This picks right up where we left off in the last post)
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