Chicago—May, 2024
(This picks right up where we left off in the last post)
I look down at Tall Guy with Tats. His eyes are rolled back in total bliss. I bend down, still inside his ass, and lick up some of the piss eddying in the hollow between his pecs. I slurp happily, before my cock tells me to keep fucking. I stand up and build to sling rocking fuck-speed. The piss rolls off his body and puddles under us. I fuck on and on, only stopping as I don’t want to shoot
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Chicago—May, 2024
I had a lazy Saturday morning at Seth’s. I showered, made tea and wrote a few notes for the last post. I checked in with Keshawn about time and place for our Sunday meet. I napped a little, stroking Seth’s cat, curled up next to me…
I also got a text that pissed me off. My July work gig wrote saying that an assistant had not mentioned to me a mandatory meeting that happened long before I started—and it was this Sunday. At noon. I would have to go home right afte
To the lives we live together.
James and I have been dating for three weeks now,
and things have been going quite smoothly.
To me,
I think that we passed the honeymoon phase a while ago.
It feels like we’re settling into the normalcy phase now—
where we’re starting to understand each other’s daily rhythm.
It’s no longer about being performative,
but just about being in each other’s presence.
Being able to be ourselves
and not alway
To shifting the air and the Universe.
I learned something in oriental massage today.
It’s a lot different from what we’ve been taught in the past, which was more aligned with Western medicine. With oriental massage, it leans more towards Eastern traditions—where they teach you to connect with the spirit, the qi, and the flow of energy—rather than just focusing on the tightness or knots in the muscles.
And I absolutely love it.
One of my goals for t
Chicago—May, 2024
I don’t quite know why I did not plan to do more at IML. Some of it was remembering the sheer exhaustion of staying at the host hotel. You feel, or at least I do, you have to keep taking advantage of the never-ending sex on offer. Last year I got around that by staying at a smaller motel which has a huge gay clientele. I think I expected to do that again—but I had two work gigs back-to-back that frankly made me lose track of time. It was suddenly the first of M
Grand Rapids—May, 2024
(This continues right on from Part One.)
“Can we go to my room?”
I know he wants to film—and we can only do it there. I am happy to get it out of the way. We troop downstairs. He’s in a single room this time. I lay on the narrow bed. Osvaldo is between my legs and he begins to suck, I-Phone held aloft. He keeps looking at the camera, enraptured with seeing his face stuffed with cock.
Now he’s sitting on it. Riding. The phone, propped on a
Grand Rapids—May, 2024
Osvaldo, the young Latin man, who loves to whip out his phone and snap pictures or record video as I fuck him, wanted another session. We agreed on a Friday night in the middle of the month for a meet at the bathhouse to the north of me. As always, I got there first. (I would rather have him run late than rush his clean out!) Another clerk checked me in (not the one who had joined me at the sling the last time I was there.) At my locker, I stripped down to
This is intended to be read after "Anal Ravaging in the Booth" as they are from the same night.
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As I stood up, the used wet-wipe that had been so casually be tossed onto my back fell onto the floor. “Pick it up and toss it in the trash over there,” Lilith said.
I looked down at it and then back up at her. “But it’s gross.”
“Says the girl with cum all over her face and in her ass. It’s too late after what just happened to be a germaphobe, Jess. Pick it up an
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Near Home—May, 2024
After my great breeding of the young daddy on Saturday, I was quite content. Coming up, I had a bathhouse visit to play with Osvaldo, the Latin young man who loves to film me using him. Of course, I ended up wanting more before that trip was to happen. I went to my usual bookstore.
But something was up. There were only two cars in the lot. And a series of barricades along the front of the building. I went in. The manager greeted me. Before I could ask
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To the inner child that says no.
Recently, a guy that I’ve been dating—James—mentioned a certain characteristic of mine. One that I’ve noticed for a long time, but never really found the words for.
An inner rebellious nature.
One that often makes me do the opposite of what someone tells me to do.
I’ve noticed this trigger in particular phrases—
“You should…”
“You must…”
If I hear those words, you can bet that the instant you turn your back, I’m d
Jackson—May, 2024
So, as that last post showed, I certainly enjoyed my time at my usual bookstore on Friday, but I still had a load churning in my balls. I didn’t want to waste it. I’d had such fun on the Saturday afternoon at the video place (now remodeled into more of a play area and written up as A Busy Bookstore), that I went back there the next day. It was the right choice.
Again, the parking lot is packed. I park way off to the side and go in. I need to piss—my travel
Near Home—May, 2024
So, after the Monday bust at the bookstore that I detailed in the last post, I knew that at least I had good sex coming. Kieran, the married bear who is such a good cocksucker was scheduled for Wednesday. But he cancelled, citing that he had to help his son. Well, ok, there was also the newbie, who needed his hole opened and was so horny about piss, due in on Thursday. But suddenly his work got in the way of that. Cancelled—and after some texting saying he wanted to
“I come bearing gifts for someone special,” Lilith said with a beaming smile—our heavy dorm-room door shutting behind her with a thud.
“Would that someone special be me,” I asked giddily sitting cross-legged on my bed.
“Maaaaybe,” Lilith replied leaning over to kiss me. “For tonight,” she added while sitting the box on the bed next to me.
It had been almost three weeks since my first experience at the adult bookstore. While I had whined and pleaded almost daily to go back with
It was only two weekends after Lilith went down on me for the first time that we were both in her car driving to a “surprise” in the middle of the night.
“I don’t see what we’re doing out here, and why you made me dress like this. Where the fuck even are we? And what’s this surprise? I don’t like surprises unless I know what they are ahead of time,” I complained with my arms crossed as we cruised down the highway in her barely clinging to life convertible Mustang.
Lilith looked over a
Near Home—May, 2024
I was still horned after my Friday afternoon of fun, detailed in the last post. But I had a work gig that kept me from playing on Saturday and Sunday. But it didn’t prevent me from setting up some dates. I arranged a time on Wednesday with the married bear who is such a good cocksucker. He was excited to come back to the playroom. I also made a date with a brand-new guy, a younger man. He was looking to me to work on opening his very tight hole and to be introduced
I fear that Lilly has irrevocably altered my path in life try as I might to fight the chaotic current that she creates. I’ve taken to affectionately calling her Lilith now as she has become the source and instigator of my temptations. Unsurprisingly, Lilly has embraced her new moniker with wicked delight. An impish smile already seems for slyly form on her delicate lips when I refer to her as Lilith.
If ever there were an opposite to me, it would be her. She grew up largely unsupervised in
Near Home—May, 2024
It was a Friday afternoon. The first Friday of May. I went to the bookstore that is just a few miles from me. It started very slowly…but, oh, I am so glad I didn’t leave…
I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat—but it’s my cock getting sucked. Well, my cock head. A man, a good deal older than myself, asked very politely if he could suck my dick. I’ve let him. He is bending over to do it, as I’m guessing his knees are shot. His mouth, on first contact, w
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I got a text from my 9 inch BBC friend who promised me two loads so I invited him over and he started fucking me. It didn't take long for him to cum deep in my guts but he didn't pull out. He continued fucking me slowly until his dick became rock hard and
To my mother,
I came out to my mom today.
It’s been a long
time in the making now.
Maybe a decade?
Perhaps a little longer than that.
I know that a lot of my friends have come out to their parents.
It’s brave,
it’s admirable,
it’s courageous—
and I always pictured myself
one day
doing the same.
But I never had the courage to do so.
I think part of it is the Asian culture,
where my parent
