HERE’S TO WHAT 2026 HAS TO BRING

February 16, 2026,

Monday 6:27 PM

 The last time I had sex with another man was on January 17, 2026, one day shy of a month. The guy now known as Buddy Holly is the guy I bred.  Since then, there hasn’t been anyone else to my recalling.  I have been pretty horny since then.  I have gone out to my usual cruising spots, looking to blow or get blown. The pickings, however, have been pretty slim. There aren’t many guys out cruising during the winter months.

Cruising here is pretty much a dying activity.  A part of me is rather indifferent towards it. Another part of me reminisces in my younger days when I was a young walking hormone ready to pounce on any breathing male on my radar as prey.  Back then it was primal, a little dangerous, scary yet fun. 

Often times those spots would be packed with bodies doing goodness knows what to each other.  Even though the sex was totally anonymous there was an energy that was felt. 

Now days there is a sparse interval of guys that just stand around doing nothing.  The ones that suck dick don’t usually know how to suck.  The ones that are looking for head spends so much of their time disengaged on their phones that sucking is pointless. 

In other words, I can take it or leave it.  That is until that throbbing happens between my legs that sends me out like a cock fiend looking for his next dick fix.

Although I have had occasional cravings to go on the hunt, I've been more engaged in staying at home and masturbating.  I’m finding more private spots and moments while Boss is busy with his work.  I’m still pretty much available if he needs me.  However, I’m also learning the best times and places to have some alone time.  

I recently posted on Fetlife an audio clip of me playing with my sex toy.  I mentioned that the hole feels almost as good as the real thing. 

I received a reply, “There is no substitute for the real thing.” 

For me, whenever I am stroking, fucking a flesh jack, or using any other device, I’m not trying to substitute it as anything.  I’m simply finding different ways to enjoy self pleasure.  I don’t need another man to make me feel good.  As a matter of fact there are many times when I would choose solo over hooking up with someone.  For now, my focus is on journaling and sharing my experiences.

About a year ago I had about 108 drafts on my hard drive from my old blog that I planned to post.  I’m actually caught up with all of them.  There are a few exceptions as some of those previous posts are no longer relevant.  From here out, all of my posts are live.  No more posts from the old blog.  However because I most likely won’t be as active sexually, I’m sure I will be sharing more stories from my past.

Here’s to what 2026 will bring as far as my blog entries. 

ATTENTION SPAN

My attention span has been crappy lately.  It has been weeks since I've read up on my fellow blogger's posts. It has even been somewhat challenging staying focused enough to stay still to write my own posts.

I have been posting a lot of content on my Fetlife profile however.  It is much easier to share my content when others engage with me. Yeah it is easy to get hooked on the endorphin rush of receiving a shit load of likes and views.  After all that is how they get us right?

Beyond that, I just enjoy the conversations I have with different guys. I actually use it more for a social media outlet than actually hooking up, not that I would turn down the opportunity when they come up.

Although I find Fet way more engaging than all the other social media sites, I realize that nothing helps my healing process more than blogging.  Even as I type this now the words are just coming to me.

As I continue to express myself through writing, my thinking is becoming clearer and clearer. 

There are some sites I just need to do away with once and for all.

 For instance.

 What used to be know as the 24th letter of the alphabet is now cognitive dissonance. The switch from angry slutty gay porn to political doom scrolling is not healthy in the least. Unfortunately The Sky app is not much better. All the minions just followed the half sane over there.

So for now I am sticking with Fet and here.

But I am really working on getting back to writing more and catching up on my reading.

SENIOR DISCOUNTS

 February 13, 2026

                    Friday

Today is not my Official Birthday.  But it is somewhere in this range. Possibly. 😏

55
It’s official.

I’m getting my senior discounts. Starting today. 🤭

As I hop from one restaurant to the next taking advantage of my 55+ senior discount, I’m actually grateful that I can make light of my aging process. I know too many people that dread the turning of a new age.  Not to say I didn't have my little crisis when my hair started turning gray in my forties.  I boo-hooed! lol true story.

But I am grateful for the ability to enjoy life as it is. May others find the joy and pleasure where they are in their chapters. 

By the way.  Today I'm going to be exclusively in my own little perverted element.
(not much different from any other day.)😏

P.S. I owe Logan an apology.  I really haven't been ignoring you.  I have been having the weirdest attention span as of late. Hell. It took a great deal of energy just to write this up.  I will get to your stories soon. I really have to reprogram my brain and step the fuck away from toxic media.

HALF TIME

I believe the push for Bad Bunny not to make any political statements backfired ROYALLY. 

There were so many statements and so much symbolism that resonated louder than his initial “Ice out” cry at the Grammys. 

This was more than a party or celebration display. 

That man told a story with each visual.

Honestly, I'm not a big follower of his music and I did not comprehend one word (at least not with my ears.) But I understood exactly what he set out to communicate.

I may not create a specific playlist in his name.  I may still be on the fence about whether I’m keen to most of his music but I definitely see him in a much more positive light as an artist and a human being.

By the way, for the longest time I was thrown off by him.  He seemed so aloof and stoic in every photo and every interview I've seen.

I just recently noticed that he appears to struggle with the right words to say in English.  It was when I saw a few interviews of him speaking his language that he was animated and alive.  He actually would smile and laugh even.

I say to PR: Get that man a translator and just let him do his thing.

ONCE THE WALL TUMBLES

Not much experience under one’s belt 

But know exactly what you want

I saw the tumescence 

Thump In your pants

Unsure if to make the first move 

You waited

May I 

I asked 

I caught every word 

How it was expressed

I chuckled silently 

During the power struggle 

In your head

Unwilling to back down 

Unwilling to let go

Eager to show 

At the end of the day 

You call the shots

I needed not to contend 

I had you at first contact

Whether you gave them 

Or I took them 

They are mine now

The underwear 

That once graced 

Your hairy thighs

Now belong to me 

To do as I wish 

With them

And just like those underwear 

Once the wall tumbles

Those hairy thighs 

Those hairy thighs 

Those hairy thighs 

Will be mine

I won’t hold my breath

YOU WILL SEE IT EVENTUALLY

Slapping your face with

Long strokes inside you

Until I see you

Trembling with satisfaction 

BUDDY HOLLY

January 17, 2026

             Saturday

I decided to go to the place with the fuck van.  I usually have not so good luck there, but the last few times have been an exception.

I get there and I decide to get the king sized room with a shower.  Even though I don't expect much from this place I decide to get the room anyway.  I put my stuff away and head for the area where all the action is.

 

I cruise around but not much going on.  There is one guy I notice that may have his eye on me.

He is about 5’8, thin build, Latino, maybe mid to late 20s.  He has a unique look as he has short curly hair.  He’s wearing thick glasses identical to what Buddy Holly used to wear.  As a matter of fact, the resemblance is so startlingly close, (with the exception of his olive skin tone) I can’t help but to study his features in amazement.  I want to but I don’t mention it to him.  

He probably wouldn't even know who Buddy Holly was. 

As innocent as his appearance may be, I know better than to allow outward appearances to dictate my perception of his prowess.  Besides, I got a glimpse of what he was doing in one of the glory hole stalls a few minutes earlier. 

He walks into the stall next to mine.  I close the door but I am not feeling the glory hole scenario.  I want body and eye contact, not just a hole; so I walk out.  He soon follows suit. 

I turn around and invite him to my room.

I ask him my two main questions, “Are you okay with condoms,” and “Do you like to get your dick sucked?”  There is a yes for both.

As soon as I close the door, he drops to his knees. His head game is pretty nice.  He gets me fully hard in his mouth.  Now I am ready to fuck.  He gets a wrapper and opens the packet and gently puts the condom on me.

I must commend anyone that can make putting on a condom sexy.  This is exactly what gets my juices flowing: A master at foreplay even in the usually clumsy task of wrapping it up.

I entered him as he bent over to the edge of the bed.

“ You want it harder,” I ask.

He wants it as hard and fast as I’m willing to give it.  We keep this position for a while but I move him closer to the head of the bed so that we could see ourselves in the mirror.

He has a tiny waist perfect for grabbing.  

Although he is thin, he has plenty of meat on his bones to grab hold of.  I grab his hips and use them as leverage to slam into him.  

He’s a moaner.   He’s not loud about it but vocal enough to tell he’s enjoying it.

We migrate directly on the bed.  He gets on his

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