Rural Tennessee—June, 2023
Friday was bright and cloudless. I started my day in the communal shower, where I always found some good eye candy. Breakfast was now served up at the lodge, so anyone who had a room there or at either of the annexes gathered in the dining area for our morning meal. It was only disconcerting to share a table with the porn guys for about half a second. Soon enough, we talked about anything and everything.
I went home and made notes about the day before—and
Rural Tennessee—June, 2023
Somewhere in the middle of IML, I made the decision to go to my second Fornication Weekend. Last year, in Georgia, I had had a blast fucking with like-minded men and pornstars; indulging in a long weekend of sex and fellowship. (If you need a reminder of my time there, hit the Fornication button in the label cloud.)
Pornster Ray Dalton’s brain child comes in two forms. The Fornication Party is held in a number of mostly southern and western states and is a
Near Home—June, 2023
It was Sunday. I was expecting a regular. He let me know he was having nasty clean out issues and felt he should cancel. I thanked him for being honest—but was still horned from the things I had hoped to do to / with him. I knew it would not be as much fun, but I went to the local bookstore to see what trouble I could get into…
The moment I walk into the straight video theatre all eyes are on me. There are half a dozen men here—and they seem restless.
Near Home—June, 2023
After all the ass of IML and then another hot butt in my playroom, I wanted a session that was more oral—either on me or by me. So off I went, on the first Friday afternoon of June, to the bookstore closest to me…
It’s crowded. Both the parking lot and the straight cinema. I sit by the side wall, but with a good view of the room as well as the screen. There are about eight men in the room. Three are openly jerking to the rather nasty European anal porn
My Playroom—May, 2023
I came home tired, but exhilarated, from a really great IML. (I do think I was not as tired as I would have been had I stayed in the host hotel with all it’s 24/7 temptations.) I was not planning on playing those last three days of May, but I got an intriguing email.
Davis, a man who came to me for kink play that he could not find anywhere else, made three trips to the playroom in 2021—and then disappeared. He was back at his parent’s home for a visit. Could I
Chicago—May, 2023
There is another story from the piss party. One that didn’t make the cut.
After all, in a room crowded with around 70 men for four to five hours, I couldn’t possible see everything or even remember it all if I did—and it would take up way too many pages of the blog. I always write what were the highlights for me during a big event.
But—the moment I handed in my clothes to the coat check otter I went to the bar to fill up my water bottle. Everywhere the
When I was very young, like kindergarten age, I accidentally saw a snippet of one of my mom's boyfriend's porn vhs tape and I was immediately hooked. From then on, I was into any porn I saw and any porn I could get my little hands on, like really REALLY into it. Since most porn was run-of-the-mill porn then that's what I was into for the time being. I loved and still love big tits, big dicks, creampies, gangbangs, etc.
I started down the extreme and deviant path when I was twelve years of a
Chicago—May, 2023
(This picks up right where we left off in the last post…)
Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees. He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time. I add mine to make it three. He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time. Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet. We kiss. I get a taste of the three mixed loads.
“I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…”
He agrees and we go to the slin
Chicago—May, 2023
I woke late (for aging me) after CumUnion. All that good sex had really helped me stay asleep. Now it was breakfast and a cup of tea; a little writing and another cup of tea as I typed. I began to piss regularly. A very light lunch and a bottle of water followed. I forced myself to drink one more cup of tea and suddenly it was time to get to the bar that hosts the piss party.
It was an easy drive and I found free parking. I’m actually early. I talked to
Chicago—May, 2023
(Picking up where we left off…you may want to read the previous post if you haven't.)
…“I need to shoot,” says the man behind me.
I pull out and a bearish guy, around my age, just makes it into the hot, wet hole I’ve been fucking.
He pulls out fast. I go to my knees and taste the load.
I fill my mouth with it and bring it up to young man. I dribble it in at first and then our mouths meet in another kiss.
We can’t seem to stop passi
Would love to find a sadistic dominant daddy that enjoys having a slave under his total control for several days. Somebody that will restrain me the entire time, make me sleep at night in a locked up kennel, and never allows me an ounce of autonomy.
I want to be a dumpster for all of you and let you degrade me, messy me to the maximum, insult me, humiliate me, hit me, and end up on the floor like a wasted slut, drowned in your piss, your cum, your spit, and be filmed like that.
Chicago—May, 2023
And here it was Saturday. I woke up late—though the Horse Market had not been a particularly late night. I was just tired from all that fucking. I had a very late breakfast. I thought about going into the leather market at the main hotel, but I just couldn’t face it. Instead, I wrote up some notes about all the men I had plundered.
My phone went off. It was Keshawn. I read the text—asking if I was excited about tonight. Just the thought that I would be
Chicago—May, 2023
I slept so well on Thursday night after unloading that large load in the motel cumdump. Friday, I had a late breakfast and was not planning on doing anything as I was headed to another Horse Market that night. I knew that I did not want to fuck at all during the morning or afternoon, keeping the entire reserve of my freshly-made-over-night seed for the mares.
But Evan, the man who usually drives to my house from the burbs of Chicago, saw I was in town. He was fine
Chicago—May, 2023
I had decided to do three major events at IML this year—and to not stay at the host hotel. All three events were in the northside gay area of Chicago, so why not stay there, too? It made sense. And it was cheaper than anywhere downtown, as the motel I reserved had free parking. I could always go down to the Congress for the leather market or for late night revels. I was happy with my choice to get out of the madhouse—and choose when to join the other leather fo
I was out of town for this experience too. I was in another city just to visit a friend but the visit was over and I was in my car headed home when a fit 20 years younger than me otter (with abs) messages me on Grindr. This kind of event was just about as rare as the then president telling the truth, so I pulled over and parked and quickly messagedback. I get my second shock when he tells me that he wants to get high and roleplay father/son with me. That's a no brainer I thought. Of course!
We
I grew up in a small farming township, population 650, in rural Midwest not far from the Mississippi river. My HS graduating class was 36, K-12 was literally all in the same building. I was also very religious. After HS I was going to seminary to become a pastor, was self-aware enough that something wasn't right, dropped out and became a US Marine. While a Marine I got married to a woman. It became obvious that I wasn't sexually attracted to her and my whole façade crashed down around me. We div
My Playroom—May, 2023
Maybe it was a good thing I didn’t get off at the bookstore, for the next day I got a text from Jack, the bearish man who has turned into such a fluid pig in my playroom. He wondered if I had time for a meet in the next couple of days. I did have the time—and I had balls I wanted to empty before my trip to Chicago. We found a time and in less than 24 hours, he was at my door…
“I need to piss!” Jack announces as I open the front door. “Which way i
Near Home—May, 2023
I have two meets in May to write up before we get to my IML reporting. Here is the first. It was just a quick trip to the bookstore—wanting to drop a load before I went to Chicago…
It’s a Saturday afternoon. The sun is bright through the windshield of my Focus. I park between two huge pickup trucks in the partially full lot. I go into the dimly lit store, buy my ticket and go into the even darker straight theatre. It takes me a moment to see there are s
Yeah, I figured this would happen. I start out strong with something and really kinda enjoy it but then all of a....*turns and darts off coming back with a tinfoil ball* ....lookie what I found!.
Anyway! Not even sure if anyone reads or cares but guess that not really the point of this. It's just me verballing expelling my random devious, depraved and distorted ideas as they pop up. Iyou are reading this and do enjoy it and for whatever reason look forward to it. I thank you and so d
My Playroom—May, 2023
{If you haven’t, you may want to read the two previous bookstore posts before this one, as the cum I collected is about to be used.}
Sunday, I checked in with Rock to make sure our meet would proceed as planned. He was still eager and was hitting the road soon. I went and put fresh towels under the sling and fuck bench—and another in the sling itself. The water pitcher was placed on the cabinet, along with a mug for him. The cum filled condoms we
Near Home—May, 2023
(You may want to read the previous post if you haven't.)
Rock was due in the playroom on Sunday. I had cum collected for him on Thursday afternoon. I spent Friday in a state of feeling that I could erect with the least possible hint of something sexual—or maybe even with a stiff breeze. Saturday dawned and I awoke with a massive erection. I thought about wanking (and saving the load for Rock) but by lunch time, I knew I needed to go back to the boo
