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, she told me…

A few days earlier, before 7am, a drunk driver, going at least 70 miles an hour in the middle of downtown, had careened off the street in front of the store and smashed into the west wall of the building, demolishing it.  This wall was the common wall that held the large television screens for the side-by-side theatres I love.  The car continued on into the gay theatre, causing the wall that separates the two theatres to collapse into the straight theatre.  The car wound up right where I usually sit, its bumper smashing the cocksucker’s seat.  The car, or the falling masonry, destroyed every chair in both theatres.  The television screen in the gay theatre was broken into such tiny bits, they couldn’t even find recognizable pieces.  The other screen, in the straight theatre was also destroyed.

If it had happened while we were all here, she concluded, people would have surely been killed.

There are plans to bring back a version of the theatres.  It looks like the arcade will be torn out as no one is using it now.  Everyone prefers the theatres.  The arcade space will become one big viewing area with many screens showing a wider variety of porn.  The price will go up.  The old space, rebuilt, will become retail area or storage.

This changes so much in my sex routine.  It was such a good, cheap way to actually mingle with men and get off the apps (that are spotty, at best, in west Michigan.)  It may impact how often I go.  And so many questions…Will actual play be an option in the new space?  Will the regulars pay more?  Or even return—though there is no other real option in this area.

It may even impact how often I write a blog post.  The other two sex venues that are ‘close’ are two or three times the distance from my home.

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I can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if the accident had happened in the afternoon—on his way home from drinking his lunch.  I'd be dead, but at least I’d have gone out with a hard cock…

Not a sexual post, but important in how the blog proceeds.  The original:  From My Side of the Sling: The Accident    May 25, 2025