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Heads up, guys. There are some real weirdos on this site. Someone messaged me asking me to meet them in the woods at midnight for a Satanic ritual, and then they didn’t even show up!

So, my extended birthday went great. within about an 18 hour. I took two big booty bumps and or reasonably sized slams. The first two were .3 I really don’t know the size of the second. I got spit roasted twice. And fucked probably ten times more. I think I earned my slut-card. Go, me!

So, question for the group mind — what’s the etiquette here. Do I give my dealer a Christmas present?

So, question for the group mind — what’s the etiquette here. Do I give my dealer a Christmas present?

So many leathermen follow a strict admonition about using deodorant. Basically, don’t use it. And I can understand that. But what I don’t understand is why there is not a similar admonition regarding hair gel, and so-called grooming products. Personally, there isn’t a lot that’s creepier than grabbing a handful of a guy’s hair during sex and finding your fingers stuck together.

So it’s been a terrific weekend. First, an unexpected 3-way with two really hot guys, one of whom came back over tonight for more. Secondly, for the first time ever, I tried Molly. That was pretty amazing. 

So this weekend has been a big sex marathon. And last night I received a .5 slam of really high-quality meth.  As the admin prepared to launch me the host of our small party put his mouth over my dick.,then as I was injected, he began seriously to suck me. As the rush hit, he got my first load of the night. It drove me crazy!

I once wrote that gay guys are only interested in one thing - the size of your bulge. Before age 40 that’s the size of the bulge between your legs. After age 40 that’s the size of the bulge in your hip pocket.

What a day. I’m finally able to walk again. Longer and longer distance without too much assistance. Yay!  So I celebrated today with a friend. We got high and fucked like I was making up for lost time - which I was. Just smoking. Then he started looking at some of my toys. The cock cage I got for my birthday caught his eye. So he locked me up before he left with the key. So here I sit: locked tight, full of cum, and still horny as fuck! Not a bad way to celebrate!

I’m not sure if I am bothering to post this here. Just talking to myself actually I guess. But three weeks ago. I had some major spinal surgery. The good news is, I’m finally walking again, if somewhat jerkily. The bad news is I finally got a look at the incision without any bandages any bandages over it. And I can’t say that it’s very attractive. It is a stupid concern, I admit, but we all have our vanity. And as I am pretty much a bottom, I wonder if it’s going to turn people off. Nothing really to be done about it. And there are certain benefits to walking again. Life, you know. I’m probably blowing the smallest worry into something bigger than it really is.

So, another “first.”  For the first time ever, I got a blowjob here in my hospital room.  Lol

Happy new year, everyone! 
May your business be lucrative, and your pleasures, dark, and twisted!

Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope you had a great Christmas Eve, and a good time celebrating. This may be one of my best Christmas Eves, a good supply of cocaine and spit roasted by my partner and his boyfriend. then fucked again by the boyfriend. I was singing Ave Maria before he finished!

I’m in Palm Springs for Leather  pride , gay pride and Halloween, and I have been very bad! My first slam was a few days ago and a .36. That was on top of several hits on a glass pipe and chem-piss up my ass. Then fucked all night by two of the most amazing men. This is the best Pride ever.

I can’t believe I’m saying this. I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I’ve been thinking about becoming poz. I am spinning right now, and that’s all I can think about. However there is only one man that I want to poz me, And I don’t even know for sure if he is poz. I’ve been very careful, taken all my prep on time, gotten regularly tested. But this the man who changed my life by introducing me to Tina. I know that I’m not in love with him, and he may not want to poz me. Yet I want to offer this to him. It’s crazy, Because I have an almost perfect life. But as I sit out here overlooking the city and smoking a bowl, I am leaking strings of pre-come just at the thought. Nobody but him,  though. Just him.

A week or so ago I mentioned to you that I was facing back surgery for spinal stenosis. I was barely able to walk through at that time and I have been in a bad mental place. I had the surgery two days ago and although it’s still early I am walking, albiet with a cane, and at least now I’m hopeful for further improvement. I know this isn’t really the place for forming deep, lasting friendships, but some of you who knew what was happening to me we’re kind enough to offer words of support and encouragement and some virtual handholding.  I really appreciated that.

OK, so I’ve been fighting some serious spinal stenosis for the past month and a little more and working has been really really difficult. Tonight I was sitting on my balcony with my outdoor fireplace going and feeling sorry for myself. And smoking a lot of Tina. I know I have surgery coming up in six days that will determine how well I’m going to be able to walk. So a myth-fueled whim, I made a desperately needed hook-up. I handicap, temporary as I hope it will be, didn’t bother him. We got him spun up and CV he fucked and bred me twice with m a better thT moon, the fire and fifteen floors of city light shining. And he said he wants to come back after my surgery and my legs are working. So the question occurred to me: how many people would take a chance on the handicap person in my boat? Because it believe me more than once, what would I do if I couldn’t have sex again?

A short time ago, I was diagnosed with spinal stenosis. A real shock considering what an active lifestyle I lead. I have surgery scheduled for two more weeks away, but meanwhile the pain is kind of agonizing. I made the discovery at Tina it’s pretty much an effective painkiller, more so than oxycodone. I’m trying not to overuse it, but the temptation is pretty strong. And the sex, the other effective painkiller, it’s becoming more and more difficult. Lol (I can barely laugh at myself!)

Wow! I’m a specialist! Now I have to figure out what my specialties are. “Men” seems kind of general. Hmmm…

I’m having something of a confrontation lately with myself. It seems that during this past couple of years of Covid and isolation and all, I’ve grown gray.  Or silver/white or something. One part of me actually kind of likes it. But then this past week on a whim I decided to also grow a beard. The result was different, kind of patchy gray in the middle of my usual brown. And I didn’t care for it at all I did not care for it much at all, nor was I interested in trying to dye or color it. So I kept the hair and shaved the beard. I was never one  for the Mennonite-chic look anyway. But the conundrum is this: even though I still feel and act like a boy, I can’t deny that I’m facing the inevitable aging process, and that just kind of sucks. I like still being able to go out and get sex whenever I want it.

This past weekend I took my first .5 slam. A new record for me; my biggest slam ever. It seemed to take an eternity as I watched my admin depress the plunger sending the drug flowing into my vein.  When he released the tourniquet my cough reaction was really intense. I felt wrapped in thunder and lighting all at once, and I dived down to suck his dick. I could barely control myself while he took his own slam. I was pre-cumming all over the floor as I watched him before he took my hand and headed for the bedroom. “Let’s fuck,” he said, and for the next four hours he fucked my brain out. We tried to film some of it but neither of us could hold the camera steady enough to get anything decent. Maybe “decent” is a poor choice of words.

In the ongoing saga of my husband and his idiot boyfriend, this new entry . You may recall in chapter one that I gave his boyfriend a pretty good booty-bump a few weeks ago and then proceeded to fuck him on every flat service in the condo. My Oh so cavalier husband, who thinks he’s entitled to all the sex he wants outside of our relationship but I’m not, was outraged and outrageously jealous. Never mind that my husband had given me permission to   booty-bump his boyfriend – fuck it, 43-year-old gold-digger – knew what he was taking and asked for it. 

Now to make bring us up-to-date. My husband was hemming and hawing and scowling and growling for two weeks, and finally asked me to give him and his boyfriend a booty bump in the expectation that the same powerful passion would sweep them up as it had his boyfriend and Me. Instead, as it turned out, Tina resulted in major Tina dick for both of them, and instead of waves of passion - God that sounds like something out of a romance novel - They had two limp dicks and a lot of frustration. I confess I was bought it was funnier than hell.

Anyway, the next time I’m pitching  a television series this may be the pilot. Obviously, it will have to be a comedy.

Thanks for following me, Voracious.

Well on a cold snowy evening a couple of us decided to stay home and just hang. It began with seven lines of coke. Then someone opened a bag with a pipe and some Tina.  From there things get frisky in the bedroom and smoking turned to slamming which turned to booty bumping And more slams. Oh and did I mention fucking and sucking?  It’s the start of a great weekend!

(To the tune of the Volga Boatmen)

Happy birthday!

Oh happy birthday!

Misery, sickness and despair,

People dying everywhere, but

Happy birthday!

oh Happy birthday!

You loved sex and had a boodle, 

now your dick’s a useless noodle

but Happy birthday

ohHappy Birthday!

(twenty more verses to follow)