FACT # 38

 LINK : FACT

I can be a strict Daddy when I want to be. 

IS THAT ALL YOU?!!!

 

Just recently while at the place with the fuck van, I got together with a guy that fell madly in love with my ass. More details here.

The man known as The Gentleman would grab, squeeze, and play with it as if he was a kid in a toy store.  He fondled it in amazement.

"Damn! That's a fat ass," he exclaimed while squeezing.

I'm not self conscience about it anymore. I know it's somewhat prominent.  I took it more as a

complement as he kept playing with it like it's silly putty.

He began to look back and even bend around to get a closer view.

"Is that all you?" He asked.

"Yes, this is all me. All natural."

I had to laugh at that one.  In a world where others are augmenting, I'll just keep what I got.  

Just know and understand, it is all me.

            

                         

IT REALLY WASN’T THAT SAD

Friday 5, 2025

I went to a family funeral today.  My uncle passed away.  The amazing thing was, it wasn't very sad.  Yes.  He will be missed.  Even my mom who is his sister didn't really shed many tears.  This may sound somewhat cold, but the fact is no-one, not even his children cried. 

It is not that he wasn't loved.  I honestly believe it is how he looked at life.  His favorite thing to say was, “Let it go.”

“Just let all that go,” was his motto when times got hard.

It was a reunion of family.  A time to catch up with what's going on in each other's lives.  Unfortunately, funerals have been the main event to get the family together these days.  

It was somewhat surreal seeing cousins I used to play games with as a kid with children in their twenties and above.  What hit me even more was all the gray hair associated with Gen X. 

We were  once the youngest of the family.  Now we are becoming the elders.  It did take a moment to get over the shock of seeing the youngest cousin of my generation with almost a completely fully head of gray hair.  This is the little girl that I used to play with because no one wanted her on their teams because she was too young to keep up.

Now she has two adult men that she calls sons and a loving husband.

Faces look exactly the same.  A few pounds may have been added or lost, but the common theme that was evident was the silver in our hair.  

It served as a wake up call that aging and yes death is inevitable.  But it also put me more at ease as to why I should not see my graying hair as a burden, an omen of a geriatric future, or something to try to cover up and hide (although an occasional coloring may be in the books.)

It was a special moment to cherish the relationships that I have and the opportunity to build new ones with newer family members.

So, no. This was not a sad occasion.  It was a very special time.

YOU CAN VISIT MY ROOM

 November 15, 2025

                  Saturday 

I had just finished my chores.  Boss was in the other room we call the office in a conference call with his co-workers.  Just to check, I made sure Boss didn't need anything while I went out.  I decided since I was officially off husband duty for the time being, I would see what I could get into.

That Park was excessively slow.  Even though I was a bit horny, I didn't feel like it warranted camping out so I decided to leave.  The only other place to go was the one place with the fuck van that I mostly had bad luck with.

"Do I really want to spend money on this place?"

Even though it is not that much, I really didn't see myself going to that place.  Sniffies was a bust since it appears no one on that app hosts.

"The place with the van wins.  I guess."

I checked in and got a Queen sized room.  Normally I would just get a locker and cruise the facility.  This time I decide to get a room.  I have no expectations here.  If I get a room I could spend some time edging and bating.  It may seem a little expensive to rent a room at a sex club just to jack off. 

I figure I am definitely worth it.  I have more privacy to do what I want and this would give me more material to add to THE MASTURBATION CHRONICLES. 

I get my key and towel and walk toward the hallway where the rooms are.  My room is the first room on the left coming from the entry way.

I remember this room vividly.  It is the room that I invited The sexy Latino  back to fuck him and then later watched him get fucked by a few guys as he had his door cracked open across from my room to put on a show.

I go into the room, put my things away in the locker  and head toward the shower.  

I lather up the soap and begin my bathing process.  At this point there is no-one  in the showers. 

I begin to stroke myself more as a fluffing process.  I'm not getting hard.  I dry off and walk to the main area.  This is the area where the big screen plays gay porn.  The screen is muted as not to interfere with the bathhouse beats bumping throughout the establishment. This area has two long leather benches that connects to make an L shape leaving open space in the center floor. To the left is where an actual van is with no doors. It is what LOGAN ARROW calls the fuck van.

I take a seat.  Across on the other bench are two guys making out.  Next to them is a White guy, maybe late 50s early 60s, beating his dick as he watches.  We make brief eye contact.  I inch closer but he's not interested.  I sit back and focus on getting my dick harder as I watch the porn.  

Honestly most studio porn doesn't do much for me. I've gotten so used to enjoying my own videos that I'm not really turned on by other's porn anymore.  Unless it's mine, a buddy of mine or watching a person or persons in real time, I could do just as good without.

White dude across from me has a nice dick and body.  But I am not turned on if the other person doesn't reciprocate interest.

I decide,"Fuck it!  I already know how it is for me here." I decide to go to my room like I originally planned.

I get up to go to my room when a Black guy walks by in a short white towel.  Maybe it's a medium size for the rest of us.  This guy is maybe 6'3" or 6'4".  We glance at each other as I walk by.

The one thing that stuck me the hardest was his smile.  A little flirtatious but mostly very friendly.  I get flirtatious often, but friendly is a whole different level.

I do a full turn around.

"You just got here?"

"Yes."  He replied.

He gestured to the couch most graciously.  A total gentleman.

"I actually got a room.  You can visit if you like.  It's room #2."

"I will do that," he replied.

I step into the room and get on the bed.  

I would love it if he visits but I don't hold my breath. A guy that hot will definitely be distracted by someone. 

I close the door, take off my towel and work on getting myself up. 

Nothing.

I decide to move in front of the mirror.  Maybe I need visual stimulation.

I'm still not feeling it.  I decide to crack open the door to show off.  I'm not really the exhibitionist. That makes it worse.  

Just as I get my towel on and get ready to cruise the area, The Gentleman comes around the corner just before I close the door.

"Ah, you made it."

He gives me a smile.

"I told you I would." He says as I pushes the door, stopping it from closing.  He waits for me to walk in as he follows behind. 

"Do you mind," he asks waiting for the okay to unwrap my towel.

"Of course."

I love those animalistic lustful romps when both

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SWEET EIGHTEEN

 Link: THE INTIATION

Around 1987 or 1988

I was either 16 or 17.  I had three friends that I hung out with often. We would often catch the buss to the mall, check out the arcades and go to Tower Records and listen to the latest music that was out.  I was the music fan.  Often we would break up and they would go to the book store while I was stuck on the headphones. 

They would often come back laughing and talking about the mischief they got into. On this particular day they came back and dragged me to the book store.

“What!” I shouted trying to figure out why this time they would drag me from my music. 

“Just come here,” they coaxed, clawing me away form the headphones.

They walked me to the magazines. Anthony being the tallest would reach back to the furthest magazines and pulled out one with a guy in sexy short shorts.

Almost instantly they opened to the page they wanted to show me. It was a picture of two guys dressed in cowboy hats and boots fucking.  One guy was on top of the fucker, riding him reverse cowgirl style. Before then, seeing two guys entangled like that seemed impossible.  I've seen straight porn with a guy and a girl in that position but never two guys. 

They were just snickering and giggling as much as they wanted to. 

I found it quite unique that out of all the dirty mags in the back, the gay one would be the one they would pick.  But enough about that. 

I had to wrap my head around seeing a picture of a guy with a penis inside his butt while he's on top taking it.  

We decided to go to the arcade after the book store but my mind was still in that store thinking about the logistics of what I've witnessed. 

I assure you, that is not where my dirty thoughts started.  But this is where my Initiation into consuming gay porn started.

I found myself secretly visiting the book store to check out the gay dirty books when the clerks weren't paying attention.  

I believe by 17, I was sneaking mags into my back pack though my guilty conscience caught up with me. Some times I would actually sneak the mags back into the store after a few days of entertaining myself with them.  

Believe me when I say my moral conscious is a mother fucker. 

I'm no goodie two shoes, but I know my conscience will bug the living sanity out of me if I don't somehow redeem myself. This is not always the case, but at least 8 times out of 10 I suck at being a criminal.

The old back pack trick. Way before leaving your bags at the register.  Way before video cameras galore. That back pack hid a plethora of smut in its day. I actually had more porn in my backpack than school books and homework.

And then 18 happened.

18 was a happy time for me.  I was old enough to vote. I will never forget being so ecstatic to finally participate in my new civic duties.  It was a time of growing into adulthood and learning responsibility. It was also a moment in time when I could do grown up things that were forbidden as a youngster.  

Forget alcohol! I never like it anyway.  Drugs were never tried. I didn't like taking aspirin let alone some kind of recreational drug.  My grown up thing was walking into that bookstore as big and bold as I wanted to and pick up that latest issue of Inches, Mandate, Drummer, Honcho and Playgirl.

The fact of the matter is, I was never that big and bold. I always took them to the most secluded spots in the store to look at them.  When I found the ones that I wanted, I would wait until no one was around to make my purchase.  

It would take me to about the age of 21 to actually be bold enough to walk up to those registers without major embarrassment. But 18 was my breakthrough moment when I could legally be a buying pervert.

Some time between 17 and 18 there was a girl in high school that liked me.  I really wasn't physically attracted to her but we went steady anyway.  She did it because she wanted some Mark. I did it to get everyone off my back as to why I didn't have a girlfriend by then although I did like her as a friend.

We actually became very close.  I took her to her prom. We went to separate high schools but we saw each other regularly as we didn't live far from each other.

We stayed at each other's house listening to music.  She was just as much of a music lover as I was. We were the perfect buddy team.  

One day while visiting, I put my back pack down and ended up leaving it at her place.  

Holy shit!

I hoped and prayed that she didn't open my back pack.

That next day, She called to let me know that my back pack was in her room on the ground.

It felt like my heart stopped.

This is where my memory gets foggy.  She did open the bag and looked inside.  I cannot recall her asking me about it then or if it stayed one of those "don't ask don't tell" kind of things until we broke off as just friends.  We are talking 36 years ago, way before I took accurate notes in any journal.  I do remember the anxiety I felt the next time I saw her.

About a decade or so would go by. Every now and then I would receive a surprise phone call from her and we would chat like it was just yesterday day.  

During one of our conversations she confided in me that there was a lady that she had been talking to. that she really liked.

"Talking to?"

It still flew over my head. It wasn't until she asked me some advice how to pursue that, I understood fully what she was talking about. It was then when I brought up the backpack incident and officially came out to her.  She mentioned that she did see what was inside. 

We laughed about it.  Her asking for advice was her way of coming out to me.  It always amazes me people who aren't "born" gay nor know at an early age, how they get involved. She shared her story which shed some light. 

We would keep in contact even after years of not hearing from each other and change of phone numbers and addresses.  It has been almost 15 years since we have talked. We are about due for another phone call.

LOAD 7???

LINK: LOGAN ARROW

 The gentleman that provided Load 6 to Logan  will have a specific tag once I find out what his identity is on Logan Arrow's blog ARROW FLIGHT

November 17, 2025

I receive a message from LOGAN informing me that he's in town.  

"Oh I will try to stop by sometime tomorrow," I replied.

November 18, 2025

Tuesday 2:37pm 

I message Logan on Telegram.

I ask him how his day is.  He mentions that the night prior, he had a tallboy of Earthquake which had him pretty fucked up. Although he usually can handle it, this one was tough.  Usually when in town Logan gets the dick. And I mean plenty.  The last few times were slow for him and he had the hangover thing going on so preparing for an active night was in the air.

I baked an apple pie that I got from the store.  Just one of those you bake for forty minutes and there it is.  I figure I would bring him a slice since he is always introducing me to restaurants and various foods. 

Okay. A pie that you get out of the box from the store is not what anyone would call an exquisite dessert.  I just thought I would bring him a piece and chat with him for a while before I go back to check on Boss.

I got to Logan's motel room.  We spent some time chatting.  It wasn't long that I remember what I forgot to bring with me:  The slice of pie.

Well, hopefully there's tomorrow.

I tell him I'll be by the next day to drop the pie off.

"Sounds good. I'll see if I have a guy in me when you arrive."

"Cool," I reply.

I have always wanted to be in on a guy receiving a cum dump.  Not so much to participate but to just be a total voyeur and watch.

Wednesday, November 19, 2025

I told him that I would be up around noon but ended up messaging him forty five minutes later.

He was looking for time to shave and prep anyway. I actually showed up much later in the thought that he wouldn't be fully prepared until around 5 or 6pm.

"Which room?"

He told me the room. "A.K.A the best ho room."

6:42pm 

I received a message from him. I believe I first messaged him on sniffies after recognizing his profile pic.

"I know that ass! It's Mark. Any takers?"

"I just got my third. Huge dick. took effort."

"For the record, guy 4 showed when guy 3 was leaving.  You will have fun things to read lemme say."

"Holy Fuck I missed it!" I totally miscalculated that one!  I wanted to be that fly on the wall when he was getting pounded.  I totally missed out on that opportunity.

"Damn! I always miss it!"

I decided to take off to his motel to see if he would have any more takers while I'm there.  This time I'm not forgetting the slice of pie I promise.

As we spend some time chatting, he's getting hits online. His ass is sore from #3 that stretched him out.  I'm sure there will be a juicy story on his blog about it.

He's unsure if he should continue or call it quits.  We kind of both just play this evening by ear.  As it is, I am at the motel to spend some time with Logan and chill for a moment.  I would love to watch if another guy shows up.  But that depends on the guy.

A little later Logan does receive a few more messages on Sniffies.  There is a guy that is interested in depositing his load in him (this would be Load # 5) but he wants to know if anyone else would be there.  Logan is somewhat torn.  He really wants to get loaded up some more but he is a bit sore and he also wants to spend time with me.

I enjoy my time with Logan very much. I would feel guilty if he had other opportunities to play and the one thing stopping that would be me being there.  I suggested that I could leave the room and go to my car until he was done and then I'd come back up.

I leave the room and walk down to my car. 

             

Before I get my foot in the car I see a cute Latino guy from across the way walking towards the motel door.  It was if he knew I was there with him and was just waiting for me to leave.

He was maybe six feet.  He had massive shoulders and arms.  He was dressed in all black.  A total stud.

I watched as he stood knocking on the door and disappeared behind the closing door.  

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ASIAN DUDE AND THE MED DELIVERY GUY

LINKS: ASIAN DUDE

              THE MED DELIVERY GUY

              ORAL TRAINING

              THAT PARK

              THE EXODUS

Saturday, October 8, 2025

It has been about a month since I last had sex. It was when Jer fucked me, reopening my hole.  Before that was My last big bang with LB in August.

I don't feel like I've missed much.  Life goes on.  Whatever. 

There are days when I get somewhat horny. Usually I just go on about my business or occasionally release some of that tension by myself.

Today I want to suck some dick.  I check out what's going on at That Park.  I get there around 10:00am.  Not a lot is going on.  My expectations are not very high taking that there are hardly any cars.  

It is a little cold and overcast so I don't get my hopes up.  Besides if nothing happens I have plenty of work at home to keep me preoccupied. 

I drive up to the restroom, take a piss and slowly walk out.  There's no one around. 

I get in my car and ride down near the front entry.  There, I see someone that looks familiar.  It is ASIAN DUDE.  He's walking down in to the shrubs near the river.  I gradually follow behind.  I walk through the curtain of tree and bush and see Asian Dude and another familiar guy looking at each other.  It's THE MED DELIVERY GUY.   

I figure since I have played with both of them at different times, they wouldn't mind if I joined them. 

I move in closer as they are checking each other out.  They seem pretty focused on cruising each other.  I migrate to another cul-de-sac of shrubbery.  Asian Dude slowly follows suit gesturing to The Med Delivery Guy to follow. 

I'm thinking like a greedy bitch now, "Let me get on my knees before anyone else does." I want to suck some dick. And "I'm going to suck both of these guys off." 

So getting on my knees is what I do.  Asian Dude is already boned up.  I place my mouth on him and start to bob and go down on his dick.  The Med Guy is stroking his dick but it isn't hard.  Asian Dude  takes control of the entire scene.  He gestures to me to get on Med Delivery Guy's dick.  I comply with the command.  I begin to suck Med Guy but no response from his dick.  I try various tricks with my tongue.  I try licking his balls.  No response.

I turn back to Asian Dude and get back on his dick while stroking Med Guy with my left hand.  Asian Dude finally demands all my attention.  He makes me face him totally on my knees.

I'm loving submitting to him.  The last time I played with him, he grabbed my nipples pinching them making me a slave to both his dominance and this Pleasure / Pain situation that had me stuck at his mercy. 

This time he pinched my tits and I had to inform him that I can't have them pinched because they are too sensitive.  Ever since I let some guy pinch them they haven't been the same so now they are off limits with some exceptions.

He has no problem with that as he's going to dominate my mouth anyway.  He is pretty assertive with fucking my face. Fortunately he's got a length that will allow me to tolerate his intrusion. If he was any bigger there would be no way I could stand his aggressive fucking. 

He has me giving that sloppy head as that is the force he's producing.  After a few minutes there is a car door slam in which I find that as my cue to depart. 

To my knowledge The Med Guy never got hard and I didn't get Asian Dude's nut.  But I did spend some time on my knees sucking dick which is a win for me.