I messaged a cute 19 year old with a great bubble butt on Grindr one night, and after chatting for about an hour or so, we agreed to meet up. We didn’t specifically mention having sex, but I was pretty sure it was going to happen. We lived kinda far from each other so we arranged to meet up halfway at a park near where he used to go to high school. I got there and I saw him on a path by the baseball diamond, he was even cuter than his pictures. It was a warm night and we were both wearing just s
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
I had met a cute 18 year old twink at an all ages club and after exchanging a few calls, we finally agreed to meet up at my apartment. I was expecting more of a date, but he had other ideas, which was fine by me, because I really wanted to fuck this little twink. I was mostly topping at the time, and although I had fucked bareback before, I was using condoms pretty regularly. We went out to get food and afterwards came back to my place. He looked around a little bit and started putting the moves
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
I’ve known my friend Chris for quite a few years. We see each other out at the bars a lot, and we hook up occasionally. He’s usually pretty religious about wearing a condom. One night I saw him on Grindr and hit him up asking if he wanted to meet up. He was hungry so he picked me up and we went to a food cart so he could eat. Afterwards we drove up to a park overlooking the city and parked just outside the locked gate. We made out for a little bit and he sucked me for a while. We got out and wen
It took me less than three or four visits to the CH2 to realize, that “angle” was important when laying down on a black leather mattress, belly down, waiting to be used by a cock whose owner I would never know. Whoever has been there, will probably agree.
There is nothing like opening the door of one’s tiny room, all lubed up, and then quickly lay down on the bed, smooth ass up!
I would lay down and immediately take a double hit of Rush, my favorite poppers.
I would wait for the p
It was my second or third visit to the CH2. The attendant gave me room 8.
I can remember it clearly.
I went ahead with my already habitual steps. Lock the door. Place the key on the tiny nightstand, and fish out my flask of lube from my duffle bag. Get my newly purchased bottle of Rush open, which I always did oh-so-carefully in the semi-darkness of the room.
Next, I would undress and methodically fold my clothes into my bag. Naked, I would turn around, looking at the black walls
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
I had been to several bathhouses before, Club Portland, Steam Portland, but always with someone I knew or was hooking up with that night. I had even fucked bareback at bathhouses, and been fucked bareback, but always with people I went there with. We would either get a room so we could be private or go off into a corner and fuck, and if someone wanted to join I would just wave them off.
The first time I went alone I was prepared to use a condom. Steam Portland has them everywhere. I got a r
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
Falling for a Cum Vessel, part 3
One Year Later
January 5, 2021, Tuesday, a horny morning. Three nights before I fucked a sexy muscle Venezuelan at a park; he came in seconds but I was blue balled. Today, I must fuck this load out. An ad on Doublelist: pic of an athletic dude in a jockstrap lying on his stomach. I’ve seen it before; it’s him, the hookup from a year ago, the one I hadn’t cum in after 40 minutes.
The post is direct: “Visiting jock bottom, 35 5’11” 170, bi, muscular,
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
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
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
I’ll try to list of rules that were present in every single private room, as I can remember them. Please remember that this was the mid to late 90s and the following did NOT exist:
— No mobile internet. The best thing at the time were beepers, even though shortly after, cell phones with numeric keyboards showed up, where you had to press the number “1” twice for “A”, thrice for “B”, and four times for “C”. Pressing the number “2” twice gave you a “D”, thrice an “E” and so on.
— Needl
BACKGROUND:
I've been busy dealing with a Mom who has been ill. My sister offered to take her to some appointments on Wednesday and I gladly agreed. I haven't had a lot of time to get online and get naked, so I planned to reach out to a couple of my regular FWB's to see if anyone was free on "Hump Day".
I have been doing some training to stretch my hole and bought a couple of new toys. The first guy I planned to reach out to was Rob. He is an absolute ass pig and he loves to get hi
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
After a cop showed me the door of the place I was looking for, (I was literally in from of it), I remember entering the minuscule reception hall. An ATM to my left, another door to my right (black and heavy looking), and this teller window.
In time I would get to know a few of the guys who worked there (definitely not all, but two of them fucked me regularly, later on), but on that day, I wouldn’t remember the teller’s face even if I had to save my life, that’s how nervous I was.
After
Well, I'm still testing neg (last test was 3 weeks ago) - not that I've been taking all that many loads.
My main concern lately is that I've had a bunch of trips this year. There was one around July 1st, then another early August, then one in early October, and then over Thanksgiving. And coming up there's a 2 week trip around New Year's / early January. So, doing the math… if I got pozzed fuck flu could have messed up one of the trips. I'm just too much of a control freak to let that happe
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
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
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
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
