WHAT DID I JUST DO

 Summer of 1997

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               THE INITIATION

It was a hot summer day and I wanted to go for a walk by the levee.  My motive for going changed dramatically since my encounter with the guy by the levee.  My whole perspective of what I'm reaching for has been divided in two.  The battle between my faith and sexuality continued to rage.  

What once was a casual walk became an obsession. 

I constantly searched for that lust hit that reeled me in the first time.  I may have lied to others.  I may have lied to myself.  But my heart knew why I was out there.

I was looking for that hit. 

Would I find him again? 

It had to have been about 1pm in the afternoon.  I roamed the levee area for at least two hours going on my "walk." 

I decided to return back home after not finding what I was looking for.

Later during sunset

I decided to take another walk out by the river.  I had resolved that I didn't need to "look" for anything and I would simply enjoy the outdoors.

 I started with my normal route, walking down the concrete road walking past the first and second parking lots, near where the restrooms were.  I walked past that area through the gate that leads to the bike trail. 

 

On my walk, I noticed a White guy venturing off the bike trail down a path leading into some bushes.  It is not uncommon for folks to take trails leading through the shrubbery for shade.  I didn't think much of it until I saw another guy walking in behind him.  He gave me the same look that the Masturbator gave me weeks days prior.  

Curiosity got the best of me.  I soon followed his

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STROKE 23

From the blog entry Stroke 23  

on THE MASTURBATION CHRONICLES

April 14, 2026

           

 8:33am

I receive a phone call from my dentist asking to reschedule my appointment.  Boss isn't working today.  He is meeting up with two of his co-workers for lunch.  He finally has an opportunity to get out of the house and do something with his friends.  

Usually I would go with him since I am the one to transport him everywhere.  I decided since I don't have to go to my appointment I would drop him off so that I could have  a little free time to myself.

12:15pm

We arrived at the restaurant.  I walked him inside and took off.

Finally I would have some free time to myself even if it would be an hour or two.

I get in the shower and lather up.  I dry off and get my iPad out to record the session. I know I am not going to have the time to get into a deep Bate session but I enjoy myself with the time that I do have.  

I turn on the recorder, put on my wife beater and my new gray jockstrap I recently purchased online.

I put on my favorite pair of leather gloves.  Actually the only pair I have left.  I had 10 pair of those gloves at one time.  They have all been worn and torn from constant exposure to lube, cum and just normal wear and tear.  Unfortunately once this pair is done I most likely won't have another pair like them.  Mr. S no longer carry the style and it has been damn near impossible to find another pair online. I did find other colors but black is my color. 

Regardless of my need to preserve these as long as I can, I put them on for this session.  Today I won't be wearing the usual ball cap nor will I be wearing my Muir cap.  Today I will have my pup hood on.

I have added my weight back.  I'm not half as freaked out about it as in the past.  I know how my weight fluctuates.  I will enjoy my sexiness in whatever size I am at.  

I take a few pictures as my dick grows.  I get on the bed, pull my dick out of the side of my jockstrap and begin to stroke using olive oil for my choice of lube.

I know that I'm not going to cum.  I just enjoy dressing up and getting sexy in front of the camera if I cum, I cum. If not I have new pics to share for my blog.  

As a matter of fact I already expect the phone to ring soon anyway.  Just before I get my clothes out to put on, the phone rings.  It's 2:22pm when Boss calls me ready to be picked up.  I let him know I am on my way.  I get dressed put my gear and camera up and get ready to leave.  A little less than two hours of having the apartment to myself is better than nothing.

SHOPPING

Some day this year or last. Hell! Pick a day.

 As I walk into the local grocery store, I walk in more as a voyeur than a shopper.  The volume of men, mainly White guys that wear gym shorts with no underwear is astounding.

The angle of the dangle, the hypnotic swing of the pendulum; It really is an incredible thing to witness.

There is no particular "type" of guy that catches my attention.

The Black produce guy with the shoulder length locs is quite appealing.  Hundreds of twisted locs obscures his face as he breaks down boxes.  Nice ass.  Round and very callipygian.  Thick in all the right places.  

"What does that face look like?  I know what that ass looks like!"

He takes a break to snap his neck back, sweeping the hair out of his face.  It is like it is happening in slow motion. 

Dark skin.  Round thick lips.  Did I mention thick ass? 

There's a good amount of Asian guys shopping today. 

Anyone else notice how much ass a lot of them have behind them?   

I'm like, "Damn!"

Something I notice about each demographic: (Yes I'm generalizing.)

The conversations that go through my mind while "shopping" are highly inappropriate and politically cancel worthy to many sensitive snow flakes.  These are my private thoughts when shopping.  Save your hate mail for when I really get real.

White guys don't wear drawls: (Where I'm from they are not drawers.) 

Fight me on this.

Asian dudes got ass. Plenty.

Black Dudes are almost like unicorns.  I don't know where we are hiding, I didn't get the memo but the one's I do get the opportunity to observe Ain't missing any meals.  Thick in so many places.  I am not mad at that either. 

Yes this is objectification at its finest. 

Gay, straight. Whether by themselves with their girl friend or spouse It doesn't matter.  Not when you are shopping for eye candy.

I did go to the store to buy something.

Irrelevant.

MY BIRTHDAY SPANKING

Some time in 2004 

At the leather bar in Sac

          

One of my best times at my old hang out was the night my ass turned red.

At the bar was this bartender Keith.  He was a good looking White gentleman.  He was definitely a Daddy type with salt and pepper hair, nice strong shoulders and biceps.  He had somewhat of an intimidating presence with his size, and his stare was intense especially with people he was not familiar with.  But he became one of my favorite bartenders, even if it was at a price; a price I didn't mind paying.

It was my 33rd birthday.  The bar was well attended with hot guys which was even better.

As usual most of the guys had their own social circles in the bar.  I never was a big bar person.  My main motivation for going to the bars was to cruise.  Outside of that, I didn't go out much.

Not having my own social circle, I figured I wouldn't stay long.  I pulled up a chair and made my request.  He starts off jokingly harassing me about how young I looked.  

"What are you doing in here!"  

"Getting a drink," I replied.

"Hold up!  Let me see your I.D!"

"What!  Are you shitting me?" Keith yelled.

"No Sir! I'm not! And by the way where's my free drink?" 

"I'll give you your free drink! Get your ass over here!"

He walks from behind to the edge of the bar where the last chair is.  He motions me to him and pats his knee as to communicate for me to sit.  I walk over to him with a big grin because this guy is hot.  I'm slightly embarrassment from all the attention.

Keith yells out for everyone's attention.

"Today is...."

"Mark," I interrupt.

"Mark's Birthday.  He thinks he deserves a free drink!"

There's Laughter in the crowd.  

"You're gonna get your Birthday drink, but you're still gonna have to pay for it." Keith says mischievously.  

"Today Mark is 33!"

The crowd cheers.  He turns to me and begins to pull my pants down. 

"What the hell are you doing!" 

He bends me over his knee and he begins to smack my bare ass right there in the bar for all to see. 

"1!" the crowd shouts.

 Smack

"2" again jeering and laughing.  

At this time I'm smiling along while wincing with each strike.

This was my first time ever being spanked in public and I must say being over this guy's knee with his strong arms holding and spanking me got me excited.  By the 33rd strike, my butt was burning.  Even as dark as my skin is there was a red hand print on each cheek.  

He pulled me up with my butt still exposed, and whispered in my ear, "You liked that didn't you?" 

"It was alright." I shrugged with a slight grin. 

"I know you did. I felt you getting hard when your dick was on my knee," He said with a smile.

Now I'm even more embarrassed.

Keeping my ass toward the crowd, he slightly tugged on my pants to see my cock. 

"You're still hard." he said then he gave a quick yank on my dick and pulled my pants up.

I kid you not.  If that man would have bent me over the bar and fucked the hell out of me in front of everybody I would have let him do it.

"Happy Birthday!" he said with a smile and offered me my drink of choice. 

For about a month I would go in every Thursday night when he was working for a public spanking. We never had sex because of his committed relationship but he made me hot enough with his spank sessions. 

Shortly after, he moved out of town with his partner.  I often think back to those times.  It has been quite some time since I've been spanked, even longer in front of everyone in a bar.  But with the right Daddy and the right chemistry I would bend over and take the discipline in a heartbeat.

IT NEVER FAILS

January 17, 2026

I'm eating a maple-glazed doughnut bar filled with custard.

It's so sweet. 

As I bite into the doughnut the custard oozes into my mouth.  I am instantly hard.  It never fails.  Every time I eat any cream filled doughnut, my dick stiffness like a brick and I feel like a total slut.

I discovered the maple glazed with custard is much more powerful than the whipped cream filled. hmmmm🤔

Needless to say I don't dare eat these things in public! 

Maple glazed sugar high and woody.

AURALISM: WHAT I DO WHEN I’M BY MYSELF

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What I do by myself.

I love having alone time. It makes me so horny.

No my voice isn't really that deep. lol

I decided to alter the tone.
I do that sometimes for a different persona altogether.

Although I love the sexual attention, I am still very low key. Not everyone needs to know or deserves to know everything.

Maybe one day all the pieces to the puzzle will be made available.

But For Now…

AUALISM: PRACTICE

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             ORAL TRAINING 

Practicing my deethroat skills on my dildo.

I didn't go into slime mode on this one Like fellow blogger RUB MY BUTCH.  But it was quite fun taking it as far down as I possibly could. 

It is very easy for me to get self-conscious especially with the bigger dicks to feel like I’m just not pleasing them right when I can't go down all the way. 

Ironically, I’ve had just the opposite response.

Guys some how love my head. 

I do take my time. I do savor the taste, the smell, the texture and I get very involved in enjoying every inch never forgetting there are testicles, a taint, and the whole package of a man to please.

But for training purposes in this audio clip, my goal is to exercise that throat. And yes. I thoroughly enjoy the dildo as well.