TODAY’S PICK: HOUSEWARMING OR DEFILING THE BED

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               LOGAN ARROW    

March 16, 2026

I finished up reading Logan’s latest post HOUSEWARMING OR DEFILING THE BED. It's not the first or the third Time I've read the entry. I just happened to enjoy that post very much. It's kind of like how I enjoy reruns.  I know what’s going to happen next. It doesn’t make it any less entertaining.

I know for certain it is a much lighter version of himself than the one that often carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. 

I think I like it also because it provides a small glimpse into the dynamic of his home life with his roommates.

Speaking of which, I got a preview video clip of what his room looks like.  Very roomy. It has been described in a few conversations at least how I interpret it as not... Hell, I don't know how to describe it. But seeing it with my own eyes, it feels like a room I would be proud to call home. Some people go for a bunch of furniture and tables, blah blah, blah. I am a man that enjoys minimalist  value.

I am sure we will have plenty to talk about as Mr. Arrow will be in the Sac O Tomatoes tomorrow.  I just know some uptight Sacramentan would be steaming if they heard that term. I said what I said.

As for the title Housewarming or Defiling the Bed.  Why not both?

TODAY’S PICK: THE DIRTY JOCK

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It started out as a journal of breaking in a fresh new jockstrap into a well used object of release. It would also showcase me in various styles of underwear as I explored my underwear fetish.

I’m back at it on THE DIRTY JOCK. Check it out throughout the day as I will be posting new material as well as some old favorites.

TODAY’S PICK: A PICTURE WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS

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Every so often I pick material to read from my blog.  I usually do this not only out of entertainment but as a proofreading.  There are typos now that I know are in a few entries that I haven't gotten to.  Of course I'd forget about them until the next time I read, but will eventually correct them.

Sometimes I read to see the progress I’ve made.

A PICTURE WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS is an example of how much I have grown since then. It is also a mirror of what society looks like from the view of a gay Black man. A view that many whom aren’t Black don't want to see or talk about because it makes them feel uncomfortable. 

As I read through the story, I've made a few changes. Changes that may not be noticeable even if the reader has read it a few times.  All the same, I felt it important to make those changes.

“To think those few poses just added to that avalanche of White supremacy / Black inferiority that plagues social media and everyday life as we know it.”

Revised:

“It was, and is the thought that those few poses just added to that avalanche of White narcissism and the illusion of Black inferiority that plagues social media and everyday life as we know it.”

“And whenever I am asked to portray myself in a light contrary to what I stand for as a proud Black man and I actually do it, I have added to this avalanche of White supremacy.”

Revised:

And whenever I am asked to portray myself in a light contrary to what I stand for as a proud Black man and I actually give into it, I have added to this avalanche of White narcissism and illusion of Black inferiority.

I made the change after watching a clip online declaring that we got it all wrong about White supremacy.

There is no such thing as white supremacy. Instead, White narcissism is much more appropriate. This is in no way an echo chamber or a mirror of what I’ve heard someone else say.

I have questioned why we call it White supremacy for decades. Especially when there is nothing supreme about these people.

I have resolved in calling it like it is opposed to making it sound pretty. 

White narcissisim is an ugly word. It is uncomfortable. But I'm not here to make you feel good.  I’m here to tell the truth.

In the same manner, I've changed Black

inferiority to the illusion of Black inferiority because I am well familiar with the gas lighting and agenda to make us feel like we are inferior. 

We are of Kings and Queens hence our own regal acknowledgment "King" when we greet each other.  

I'm not saying I'm better.  I'm saying, "Recognize." 

AURALISM: SPANKING DR. FISHNETS

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               DR. FISHNETS

I gently run my hand down the back of Dr. Fishnets . Down I go caressing his spine lower and lower. I finally reach the area of his turquoise panties and rub his buttocks. I am greeted by the bulge of the butt plug in his butthole.

Smack

I give him a spank on his bottom.

"Yes Sir," he replies.

Smack 

I spank him gently.

Smack smack 

I pick up the intensity. 

Smack smack smack

Each smack gets a little harder each time.

As his bottom warms up, he begins to moan.

"Good boy."

"That tush is tuning pink," I continue.

He giggles,"Yeah?"

"I love a pink tushy"I respond.

I pull his panties down around his thighs and turn him toward to camera to display a round beautiful booty with rosy pink cheeks and a light blue butt plug showing off for the camera.

I begin to pull it half way out and push it back in. I repeat these motions fucking his hole with his butt plug.

AURALISM : FINGERING SCOOBY

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               PUP SCOOBY

      September 23, 2023

                        Saturday 

I totally forgot about finger-banging PUP SCOOBY'S pussy. It wasn’t until recently when Scoob reach out to me to get some of the videos from that session that I found the clip.

Switching out the motel lighting for my red party bulbs, I painted the motel room red, giving the seedy kinky atmosphere that I like.

There he lay on the bed, legs opened wide in his red lace garter lingerie.  I got on the bed.  Collected as much saliva from my mouth and spit on his hole. With my gloved hands I would begin my probing while listening to him moan.

"Open that pussy up for Daddy."

Scoob is one of the few that don't mind me calling it his pussy.  

For this session his pussy welcomes my fingers. Especially with my leather gloves probing his hot spots.

MARK’S DNA INSIDE OF ME (PART 4)

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                   THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF

                  ORAL TRAINING

                  SIR

The year was 2002. It was my introduction into BDSM. And How I discovered the Dom in me. Day 4 of about a week of learning about being a sub for SIR. Also my breaking point.

By day four I was a mess,  I wasn't getting the sleep that I needed to be effective on my job.  I would bring this to his attention and insist that he lets me go earlier. 

 "Get over here or I will find another sub who will," he would snarl.

"What’s it going to be," he asked impatiently and almost sarcastically as if he was so sure I was going to drop everything to receive his dick.

Of course I wanted to please him. 
I wanted to make him feel as good as I possibly could.  

However, It would be nice to be able to get a good night's rest one night. 

1:00am 

 My jaw was killing me for being open for such a long time.  He used my mouth, and he used it good.  He decided to take my asshole and fuck me until I couldn't bear it.

 The way he ripped into me was so intense that it had me yelling almost a horrible cry but it wasn’t a cry of protest or major pain but a cry of, "Thank you!"

"Yes!" I would cry grabbing the sheets. 

Facing the mattress I would grab the sheets as I would watch in that small strip of mirror each time he plowed into me. It was always or at least mostly always me restrained, face down with him fucking me from behind. It was rarely face to face if ever.

After he was done he sent me home.  It was about 2:45am

Day 5

SIR called me over. At this point I felt that my role of ever being a top was being stripped away.  I had

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AURALISM: THE NO TELL MOTEL

 NOVEMBER 2, 2024

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It was a few days before waking up to a national nightmare.

Unsure of what the fate of our “great nation” would be, I decided to turn off all news and political commentary. I have done my civic duty. The rest was up to everyone else. Besides. I had other issues to focus on. 

It was another one of those trips to Dad’s place in Southern Cali. I can not remember why I chose to get a hotel room instead of staying at his place. I believe I had enough of The Narcissist's bullshit and opted for peace over sheer fuckery.

Even though it was early, I was tired from a long day.  I was ready for bed or at least to lay down for a bit.

There are some sounds that are so unforgettably familiar, especially when you can clearly hear the couple going at it in the hotel room next door. I now know exactly how Lincoln Duncan felt in that famous Paul Simon song.

As a matter of fact I laughed at the scenario. Poor guy just trying to get some rest and he has to put up with this couple banging each other’s brains out all night.

The horror!

Fuck it!

These morherfuckers gave me lemons. I'm going to squeeze and get some lemonade out of this bitch!

I put my ear to the wall. I listened to hear her moaning faintly. 

I then I put a glass to the wall. It was little better. But nothing like when I walked out of my room down to the the next room’s door. Not only could I  hear her moans (from down the hall from my door) but the intensity of their flesh clapping was quite impressive. Not only the speed which in itself superhuman sounding, but the duration this dude keep this tempo going.

One word.  

Impressive.