Near Home—August, 2019
Work went back to its usual hectic summer pace. I could never again arrange my schedule to get away for a Sunday afternoon session as I did in the last post. The next Friday night, my usual, brought a dismal time. I did get a little head and gave some in return, but every time I started something, a young, gorgeous Black man would find us, strip down and jerk himself. He showed off his glorious ass, his large-ish cock—and would not let anyone touch him. But ever
Near Home—August, 2019
The idea that the bookstore was my only source of fun for the summer was beginning to wear on me. But it really did seem the only answer. I couldn’t host with my house full of fellow employees. A drive to my friends and fuck buds who live in the area would use up too much time in driving so play would be short. This year, I had no one come to town to see me and help out with the gallons of semen churning, unused, in my balls.
So I went to the bookstore
Earlier in the week, I visited my ‘reserve’ dealer because she was (eventually) picking up her phone.
It’s the second time in about a month I’ve seen her (which would also be the second time in over six months). Last time, her sister’s boyfriend was there, a young bloke who calls himself ‘Tardy’ or ‘Tard’ for some reason and he and I seemed to hit it off pretty well.
As I hadn’t been partying for several months, I had a few pipes before I left (I now live at least 90 minutes from Melbo
are there any white dudes out there that are in my area that are tops, horny, nice size cock, with hairy pits, nuts and asshole with an asshole that is stinky? i love a stinky asshole. love to sniff/lick/suck. i just wanna meet white men only.
So there is this guy that when I saw him first over 20 years ago, he was my 'forbidden fruit'. Let me explain: as I learned (just recently from him) the first time I laid eyes on this shaggy-haired, stereotypical California surferboy, DREAMBOY of my wet dreams, he was actually badly underaged. He managed to con his way into the club with his looks, with cunning, that gorgeous sun-kissed smile and from what I gather, his willingness to blow all the key people at the club in charge of security. Ye
Is it just me? or does the smell of suntan lotion make you even hornier than normal?
A friend with benefits told me it is because in Canada it is so freakin 'cold in winter, all our GOOD memories are associated with the smell of cocoa butter tan lotion. LOL.
I was chilling out on a Sunday afternoon. The sun was beatin' down on my deck. Tunes were hot. Cocktails were cold. I was lathered up in lotion and sweaty and drippy and horny.
Hopped online and was immediately greeted by
So I really enjoy playing with guys who are passed out drunk, drugged, or just exhausted. This has a edge of non consensual it’s to it, but often it’s rediscussed. But at an party if a guy takes a G-Nap, I think there is a implied consent. What are your thoughts?
Last night while I was slutting my ass at my usual hotel and Top #3 with the big cock and the aggression to match was railing me, I happened to catch sight of myself in the nearby mirror.
I saw my body positioned in a way that any observer could not mistake for anything other than deeply submissive receptive sexual intercourse. My legs were splayed broadly to the sides, my ass hiked up and cocked at an angle to point my hole upward, my back was arched backward in a crescent, my head flung
Hey guys it's been awhile but I'm back, unfortunately I've been off the dick train for almost a week. Now you're probably thinking why is a big ole cock hound like me not out there working that dick and gobbling cum?
The answer I caught a strep infection possibly from ass to mouth namely my ass. So back in the beginning of June I stop by my favorite ABS looking for some dick, right when I'm about to leave enters this old school thug looking guy.
With some of them you got to read them
Anyone have a favorite hookup outfit? I like a t-shirt or a hoodie, shorts or sweats, no underwear unless I'm bottoming in which case I wear a jock strap, and slip on shoes. I love being able to strip off in a couple seconds and be ready to fuck. I have a sleeveless hoodie that I love wearing when it's nice out; it shows of my arms nicely. I have a couple kilts as well, but I've only hooked up once when I was wearing one. I really want to get fucked while wearing one.
There's park that was by my house in the suburbs that I had jogged by a couple times, but never really went into, and I ended up meeting a 19 year old bottom there one night. We had been chatting on Grindr for a while (he lived less than a mile away) but he was flaky as fuck and never really wanted to meet up. One night as I hit him up he said let's meet up, and told me about the trails that this little park has. I agreed to meet him and put on sweats, no underwear of course, a hoodie, and runni
I met another guy on Grindr while I was out in downtown Portland one night. I don't know what it is, but I went through this period in my late thirties where guys aged 18-22 were thirsty for me. This guy was 20, so he couldn't meet me at a bar, so I went down to Riverplace, on the Willamette river, where his apartment was. I was dressed for going out, and he was in a hoodie and sweats. He was shorter than me, but built like a jock. I had a condom and lube with me, but I usually don't tell people
Turns out I've had sex in public quite a bit. I'll share a couple more here.
At my old place out in the suburbs, there was a paved trail that went back behind the houses and along a greenway that ran along the freeway. There was some light coming through from the freeway, but at night, it was quite dark. One night a cute 18 year old twink messaged me from less than 1000 ft away. He was visiting his sister and was looking for some fun in the new city. After chatting a bit, he wanted to meet
My understanding of the principles of economics is rudimentary at best. And why would I need it anyway, as I never have any money? Of course it could be the reason I never have any money, but that’s beside the point here. I do grasp, at least, the concept that people tend to ascribe greater value to things that are harder to obtain or are few in number, and lesser value to things that are easier to obtain or are in greater number.
Gold is valuable because, aside from its lustre, it is harde
So yesterday I met up with a potential Sir. We met at a local starbucks at a mall in New Castle, DE. After talking to each other we went back to his place. I got fucked and bred by him and 2 of his friends. He said he wanted to test me before actually really whoring me out. I am still in chastity too. Afterwards he gave me clothes to wear. Said he is seeing if I can walk the walk with my talk. It was a pink lace thong and a skirt. Really short skirt. And a tank top. He kept my clothes and took m
I have decided to try more exposure. This weekend I plan on going to the mall/movies. I found a Sir who wants to aid in my humilation. He ordered a skirt for me to wear and a thong. He wants me to go around the mall with those on and my chastity. He said if I comply then I will be upgraded to a steelwerks device. I will be doing this.
Once, in Atlanta for Pride, I hooked up w/2 bears in Heretic. I didn't get their names, but back at their place, Bear A was enjoying a mustache ride as Bear B fingered my butthole. "He's a good buttlicker," Bear A laughed as he unloaded on my tits. I came too, all over my belly. Bear B said, "OK, you want me to pull my hand out fast or slow?"
"Hand? HAND? Your whole hand? in my hole?" I was muffled, cause I still had my tongue up a butthole. Guess I looked like a real slut, not realizing I
Hey Dan here, hope all is well with everyone. So my topic today is desire and responsibilities, now I'm the first to admit I'm selfish to some extent especially under the my own survivability. But I recently noticed that selfishness is spoiling over to other parts of my life. Now I'm spending more time cruising for dick then taking care of business. Quite a few times last week I came home late because I'm sucking dick or getting fucked in the ass. Don't get me wrong I was enjoying every minute o
Ahh Leeah…The Meeting
As a Bisexual Male in the mid-1990’s I frequented a popular Bathhouse in the Denver area, the Midtowne, which still exists today. I met many Gay men there and engaged frequently in anon sex, even made a couple of friendships with some well hung Gents that lasted for many years since. I LOVE hung cock and some days and nights it was an “all you can eat buffet” and being VERY horny I visited there at least once a week.
One afternoon I met an EXTREMELY well-endowed B
Here's the deal - I'm not going to make it easy for you. Well, at least no more than I already have by allowing my virus to go unchecked for a year. I'm willing to let top/versatile guys try and take it from me by fucking it out of me. Your load gets mine. Fuck me deep, hard, and long to increase your odds. Bring a buddy along to tag team this toxic hole. Maybe you'll catch it. Maybe he will. Try again.
I'm tired of letting my HIV be something I let goodlooking guys treat me like filt
Another member on this site recently asked if any of us had slammed at work, or at least pnp'd. I actually have a few times... never slammed at work, but have blown clouds/snorted at work and had sex at work at the same time. In my blog here, I've written up some of the times I had pnp experiences as both a performer and as a Realtor (usually in an empty house or client's house who pnp'd and gave permission) but I actually HAVE had sex and partied some in office situations over the years.
By the time Friday night came around, I'd already been fucked by more men in a single weekend than any other weekend of my entire life. Not entirely sure how much more I could take, but as God as my witness I'll keep trying!
This night was my favourite night of the whole weekend: the big Biohazard Men bareback party. None of this guessing about if your top will fuck you raw or not; you're going to take it bare, guaranteed. When I came to Berlin for the first time two years prior, this i
