where do I start , I dated cis-women as that was told to me to do... Don't get me wrong I like a female body, but there was something missing.... I never felt fully satisfied , never know what that was...
So I kept in bad relationships with cis-women thinking this was normal..
One day at work a new women came working, she look so sexy, she was everyday dressed in perfection , so I said hi, and flirted with her a little... her eyes as she looked at me, I never felt looked like this by a cis-
So... I read profiles on various apps and sites and they say they like anonymous and married men. So WHY are you all about my husband knowing I want your cock? Can't we just coordinate and let me get fucked? I really don't understand. I READ your profile. I see your like and dislikes and I hit you up.... then you don't want to work around my husband's schedule.
And it's worse when they show cock after cock in their profile THEN they want to bottom.
If I could hide a fuck machine
North of Home—October, 2021
A few days later I drove up to see the Ginger Bear. My fingers were itching…
He has moved his sling to the basement. The heater is on this time and I am still warm enough after stripping down to my jock. I get the boots back on quickly as the floor is still cold. He has hopped in the sling and his fingers are already busy with his nipples. I kneel and spit on his hole. My two index fingers slide in. I do a mini lateral stretch and then stand up
Near Home—October, 2021
After leaving one bookstore blue balled on Friday afternoon, I went to my usual haunt on Saturday night. I got there a little later than usual—just after 9:30pm…
There are all the usual suspects in the straight theatre. Doing nothing. I go next door. A blow job is in progress. A big beefy white guy is getting head from a Latin guy (who swears he’s straight, but is always begging for my cock up his ass.) Neither man is bothered in the least that I wa
Jackson—October, 2021
The ass of the guy in the Tiger’s jersey kept me satisfied for almost a week. On Friday, I went to the sprawling bookstore with different areas for different genres of porn. I arrived around noon…
There are men sprinkled throughout the various viewing areas. Perhaps half a dozen. Some are stroking. Some are groping themselves. One is asleep. I go through the larger gay area and settle into the smaller alcove there with its own large screen television
Lansing—October, 2021
I didn’t get off when I put Cute Boy through his paces on that Friday night. (See the last post.) On Sunday afternoon, I decided to go to the store that is combo of bookstore and bathhouse. It was just what I needed…
We make eye contact before I can even sit down to watch some porn. He is white, likely in his mid-40’s. He’s tall, with a thin and toned physique. He is wearing a ball cap of one of the state universities. He can’t take his eyes off my c
Near Home—October, 2021
I finally returned to my usual bookstore for my first play of October. It was fairly dead. But it still merits an entry for the continued corruption of Cute Boy—getting him to play in public and not locked away from other’s eyes. (If you need to read the earlier entry, you will find it here.)
The porn in the gay cinema is the hottest I have seen here for quite some time. It has a slightly harder edge to it—lots of ass to mouth, cum in the ass, cleaning
My Playroom—September, 2021
The Latino mentioned in the last post managed to pass his number to me that afternoon in the bookstore. He mentioned he was not cleaned out on that visit, but would love a chance at my cock when he was ready for it. So we met soon after. It was a disaster. I had mentioned cleaning deep for my cock…and, well, you can guess the rest. We started. And stopped. Started. And stopped. And—yeah, we tried until it was clear this was not the day.
Surprisingly
Jackson—September, 2021
I left Palm Springs very early Tuesday morning—and landed in Chicago in the late afternoon. I thought I would get a motel somewhere on the drive to Michigan, but the desire to sleep in my own bed after two weeks away was too strong. I drove all the way home.
I self quarantined. All was fine. Fortunately, I didn’t really want to have sex during that time. I felt satiated from the smorgasbord of Palm Springs’ ass and cock. But as I realized I was fine, that
Palm Springs—September, 2021
I was flying out at an ungodly time on Tuesday morning. Monday was going to be spent exploring Joshua Tree National Park. That left Sunday to be the last day of sex. Jay and I decided to return to the gay resort that might as well be an outdoor bathhouse right down the hill from his house...
We arrive around 11 am, with our packed lunches for later. We set up under an awning with a view of the pool. The crowd is thinner than Wednesday…but we are
Palm Springs—September, 2021
My days were dwindling in Palm Springs and I had yet to play with Brice, though his partner Rod had attended the bigger piss party. On Saturday night, that changed. Rod picked me up and drove me the few miles to their home. It was great to see Brice, who looked much the same, though his beard was longer than ever. I reacquainted myself with the dog I used to know and met a skittish pup they had just rescued. The cat, named after me---as he had always follow
Palm Springs—September, 2021
Friday was another hot day, though not as blisteringly hot as my first week. I did some shopping and sightseeing around the city after a lazy morning out in the shade by the pool. I knew what I was doing tonight—I was fucking and fisting Jayce. Jayce had been to the Saturday night party. He had taken my dick in one of the slings. He was in whore mode that night, just like me. I waited my turn to get into him—watching two guys alternate on his ass. I slipp
Palm Springs—September, 2021
I woke the next day feeling really refreshed. There is nothing like getting off to make me sleep soundly. I made tea and sat at my computer. After such a full day of sex at CCBC, I was planning on taking Thursday as a night off from carnal pursuits. But, of course, I signed in to BBRT to check my mail.
And there I was on the home page…the most viewed profile of the day. I also had an incredibly full inbox to answer. Many were local men asking f
Palm Springs—September, 2021
Tuesday morning, Jay was excited. He had arranged with his neighbor, a top, for the three of us to have fun while we return his sling that had been borrowed for the party. Once we got there, we found all bets were off—the top’s boy friend of the moment was driving into town. So Jay and I went home where Jay gave me a voracious ass eating before I fucked and filled him with piss.
You may notice I didn’t say cum. We both decided to save our loads for tom
Palm Springs—September, 2021
Monday dawned hot and bright. As I read my book in the shade on the porch, I looked at where I could play with Johnny. Jay had told me it was fine to move a sling to my bedroom, but Johnny wanted piss—and I had not seen any kind of tarp to go under the sling. I looked out at the arbor where the wading pool had been. It’s hard to see in the picture, with the umbrella in the way, but it has a slatted roof. I found some big towels and was able to cover most of
The 14th of this month was my 8th anniversary. I am now an 8 Year AIDS Survivor.
Eight years since I stopped being the person I used to be and started being this one. Because that’s what the Enemy Virus does, it climbs inside you and in every practical way becomes a part of you. Not just in the sense that there’s no way to get it out, but also in the way it becomes a part of your every waking moment - your habits, what you eat, the decisions you make, how you look at the world, and how the
Sunday started very late for us. Eventually I wandered out of my bedroom for a bowl of Corn Chex. But I had two of them and a cup of tea before I heard Jay stirring. I helped him pick up the back yard before his partner got home. There were barrels full of recyclables—a thirsty bunch! While carting the fuckbench out of the sun, I kicked myself for not taking pictures of the set up for the party. Jay said he had some pictures—not of the set-up we used but some that would show something simi
Palm Springs—September, 2021
I showered after Ortiz left and had some food. I think I may have power napped for my 43 minutes.
Jay’s partner was away, so I knew I would be spending the first moments of the party tonight acting as host. Jay adjusted the lighting of the gardens and in the swimming pool—and the guys started to pour in right at 8:00pm.
Guys are everywhere. We are at twice the number of men as on Thursday. The crowd is younger, too. Thursday was 45 and up.
Falling for a Cum Vessel, pt. 2
But First, A Cum Dumpery Detour
I hadn’t cum. Fuck my life. Despite my awe over fucking the athletic, handsome man with hair in all the right places I didn’t even cum. How fucking rude. And then a pandemic happened and I figured once would have to be enough for getting so close to perfection.
Around Halloween I started exploring cum dumpery fun with an out-of-towner who would coordinate tops to stop by in 15 minute increments to load him. The
Palm Springs—September, 2021
I slept late. At least for me. It was Friday—and a day all about getting me in tune with a new time zone after my 22 hour day. I sat outside in the shade and read Evelyn Waugh. I helped clear the bottles and cans from the party for recycling. And I napped.
Jay and his partner took me out to dinner along two other visiting friends. I was impressed that anywhere you went in Palm Springs or Cathedral City, which is technically where I was, you had
Palm Springs—September, 2021
(This picks up right where The Set Up left off.)
I watch the men arrive for a moment from my sliding glass door. I add one more wrist cuff. I already have the leather one on my left wrist signaling I am a top—I add a yellow and black cuff to my right. Yeah, I love piss…I grab my Gatorade bottle and go outside.
I find Jay, my host, and tell him things look great. He introduces me to a number of his friends—and I am tired enough I can’t keep any of t
I will be reposting my adventures in Palm Springs each day--just like I lived it.
The night after Evan left, I went to the bookstore. After all the anal play, I really wanted to suck cock. I must have been successful for my notes say “A ton of loads” and nothing else.
The next day was spent packing for my trip to Palm Springs. The plan was to finally attend “The World’s Largest Piss Party”—Wet N Hot. It is usually held in July. With Covid they pushed it to September, sure