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Passing Osvaldo Around (Part One)

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

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FelchingPisser in Bathhouse

A Theater Slut's Introduction

This is intended to be read after "Anal Ravaging in the Booth" as they are from the same night.  Story Link:    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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PozSchism in Journal Entry

Tops who get me off when they bottom

Drew Sebastian Alex Tikas Jackson Hood "Tops" refers more to how they tend to be cast in scenes. Hey, if you're good at what you do... 🤓 I absolutely love watching Drew get fucked. Jake Marshall fucking Alex Tikas in a sling... [chef's kiss]. And Hood? I've gotten off a few times to the scene where he's fucked into the mattress by Jack Mackenroth. In another fans-channel scene, he rides Rafael Alencar's pole until he cums. Unfortunately, it's a single-camera scene and there'

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The Accident

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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FelchingPisser in Bookstore

The hairy-arsed

Jack Dixon Stephen Harte Lawson James I'm talking asses that are so hairy, you need to wet the trench down first (with your tongue, natch) to get a clear workspace.

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On Rebellion

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

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"You Want an Even Bigger One?"

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

The Reward: A Mammoth Load

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

Anal Ravaging in the Booth

“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

My First Gloryhole Visit with Lilith

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

Cell Phones and Sex Toys

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

Lilly (My Lilith)

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

"Swallow, Don't Spit"

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

Load Count Saturday, April 26, 2025

Load count Saturday, April 26, 2025 I invited my regular fwb who's this sexy buff Caucasian guy. He fucked me and came deep in me and we started chatting and then I start sucking his flaccid dick and he fuck me again and came deep in me. 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

On Coming Out Part 2

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

A Busy Bookstore

Jackson—April, 2024 It was Saturday.  The end of the month.  I was horned.  But I wanted to go somewhere different.  I finally decided on the bookstore that has re-modeled their video lounge into a play area with gloryholes and a medical table for fucking.  I packed a lunch and took off. I arrived just before noon—and the place was packed.  I lucked into of the last parking spots.  I went inside.  The price had gone up.  Making small talk with the male cashier, I mentioned how surprise

Chance Meetings

Near Home—April, 2024 A while back I wrote up a post that concluded with my actually being able to get off in a talented cocksucker’s mouth.  I bumped into him again in April.  I went back to the bookstore and there was the same young man, coming through the door, moments after I sat down in the cocksucker’s seat…   His eyes light up as he sees my hard cock.  Only then do his eyes come up to my face.  I smile.  He grins and unzips.  He pulls out his hefty ebony seven incher.  I wo

Bear Naked Chicago: (Conclusion)

Chicago—April, 2024 (Picking up where we left off…)   I have just seen someone I haven’t seen in years.  I thank the guy on his knees and move toward the man chatting at the bar.  I touch his shoulder and he turns to me. “Well, well…” he murmurs.  “Excuse me,” he says to the man he is talking to and sinks to his knees, taking my cock deep into his throat. He is likely half my age.  His skin tone is a deep, dark brown.  The black curls on his head are much longer than the

I Took An Innocent Twink The First Time Bareback. He’s Never Asked for a Condom Since.

He was 19. He was innocent. He was a virgin. He told me he wasn’t into risky play.   He is a cute white twink. Raised in a conservative home where men like me were to be feared, never trusted, never touched, never worshipped. But deep down, he wanted it. You could see it in the way he talked. The way he needed a breeding top to take control. The hesitation that didn’t quite hide the hunger.   We didn’t talk about condoms. He assumed one would appear. But when the moment

On Speed Dating

To the deep conversations we never have.   I’m trying to get outside the house more— to meet new people, to make new connections, to expand my opportunities.   And one of the ways I’ve been doing this is by participating in events organised by gay groups on Meetup. One of the most recent ones I went to was a picnic at Carlton Gardens during the Easter Saturday long weekend.   I didn’t have much expectation when I got there. And I did have mi

Bear Naked Chicago: (Part One)

Chicago—April, 2024   Keshawn had been after me for a long time to join him at a Bear Naked Chicago event.  I had played with the group at least once before—some years before I’d started the blog.  I’d had fun, but it somehow wasn’t special enough to warrant the drive into Chicago. But work gigs had taken me out of going to the watersports party for two months running.  I had the date of BNC available—so I went.  It was an easy drive into the city, even with some slow traffic on t

On Home

To where we belong.   Today I am hiking.   I joined a gay hiking group on this app called Meetup, where they regularly organise hikes around Melbourne. And today we are walking through Lerderderg National Park.   There are ten of us in total.   And there is one man in particular who stands out from the rest. His name is Chris.   Chris—handsome, broad shoulders, and with this unique accent I couldn’t quite put my finger on

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