PISS TRAINING DAY 1

  Saturday December 2, 2023

Yesterday I sent my blog buddy FELCHING PISSER a message asking for some tips on how to overcome my pee shyness.  He offered an amazing link he wrote Watersports 101: A mini master class. Everything he wrote was spot on and I look forward to try out some of the advice.

Saturday 3, 2023 

1:05pm

Contents:

One emptied and well rinsed bottle and a desire to urinate.

I walked to the kitchen counter and picked up the rinsed bottle.  I decided to do it in the kitchen because:

 

1. That was where the bottle was. 

2. the kitchen is just a few feet from the living room which has a big sliding window. 

I am not an exhibitionist nor can anyone really see what I'm doing being behind the tall kitchen counter that comes up just below my chest.  My theory; however, is that if I go somewhere other than my usual private spot, it will open up the possibilities to voiding in other places.

I pull the bottle as close as possible to my dick. 

1:07pm

I begin pissing into the bottle.

My piss is warm.  I look into the bottle.  I see that my piss is a little dark but it doesn't smell strong. 

Here goes nothing.

This is the first time I take actual gulps.  Yeah I've tried it a few times but the first time I actually swallowed like an actual glass drink. 

"Eeew! No!"

That was just the initial hit.  The real aftertaste came about 2 to 3 seconds after.

The most salty and I don't know how to describe any other flavor but..... "NO!"

I should have known it was going to be bad after seeing the color.

I ran to the facet to get some tap water to quickly wash it down. I NEVER DRINK UNFILTERED TAP WATER! So this is what my piss brought me to.

I have some theories, If anyone more experienced would like to chime in please feel free:

I'm thinking:

1. I had eggs, English muffin, four sausages for breakfast about an hour and a half to two hours prior???????

2. This was my first piss.  My first piss is usually somewhat dark ?????

3. I maybe ate more damn sausages than I needed to and or I did put seasoned salt on my eggs not much. 

Fuck! I don't know!

1:20pm

My second piss. 

I go to the toilet this time.

"Fuck!  I forgot the bottle."

I catch as much with my hand.  

Slup!

"Hmm."

"Not as bad but I don't have the full effect."

I stop mid stream to get the bottle.  I piss in the bottle and take one gulp.  The taste is not as overbearing and I am clearer than before.

The thought of training got me kind of horny and the aftertaste that's still in my mouth at 1:51pm is making me crave dick right now.

THE INITIATION OF BLUE EYES

 LINK: THE INITIATION

         December 28, 2023

                            2:04pm

A few days ago I received a cruise on my Recon account from a very good looking man.  His name will not be disclosed and the only description I will give for now is his blue eyes(with a possible hint of green??) and infections smile.  Anyone who knows me knows I love a man with a gorgeous smile.

He has recently come out and he wants to experience what it is like to be with another man.  He mentioned that he doesn't have any experience

but has read a lot about BDSM.

I don't know how much he has read, nor do I know what he has read.  My job is to find out what he has read.  

Is it information on kink? Are they novels? Sexy stories?  What exactly has he read and what does he see BDSM as?

The one thing I do know is he is very new to the scene.  His profile was just created last month. English is not his first language. And out of all of the men on Recon, he chose me.

"Today I was watching some of your videos and reading your blog.  The guys that are with you are very lucky.  My first time should be with someone like you. You are very patient and respectful," he said.

Some of our conversation was through me using the English to Spanish translator until he requested for me not to.

"I hope the translation is good," I answered. 

"Even I think is better for me if you write in English, I can learn more," he replied.

We had a lot more to say; however, I will leave those things between Blue Eyes and myself.

8:37pm 

After work I wanted him to text me after he had time to relax and unwind.  

"NowI'm home Sir," he texted.

"Good boy."

"Are you relaxed," I questioned.

"Yes Sir."

"Are you alone?"

"Yes Sir I am," he responded.

"What are you wearing?"

"Jeans and a t shirt.  Why Sir?"

"I want you to go to a comfortable spot; either a couch or the bed in your bedroom.  Take off your pants,"I ordered.

"Yes Sir,"

"Let me know when they are off."

"I did it," he replied.

"Are you in bed?"

"Yes Sir," he replied.

"What are you thinking right now?"

"I'm curious what's gonna happen," he said.

"I feel safe with you.  I don't know why but I really feel safe," he mentioned.

"I cannot be there in body, but I can be there in mind."

"Thank you Sir.  I can feel you here."

I had him take his t shirt off and I guided him how I wanted him to masturbate himself.

Prior to him pleasuring himself I asked if he liked his body and if he felt sexy.

He thought his body was okay but he didn't feel sexy. 

It took some time to get him there but he slowly found arousal in himself.

Today he mentioned that since some radical changes in his relationship status and life in general, it was difficult to get hard, but last night was very easy for him.  This arousal did not come from me alone. As a matter of fact; I was just there to guide this handsome gentleman.  The key to his arousal was to see just how desirable he is to others but most of all for him to see the sexiness in himself.

OPEN LETTER

Blue Eyes,

I guess by now you have figured out your new name.  It came to me today when I was looking at your pictures.  

You asked, "What makes a man like you consider being with someone like me?"

Well I will tell you what I find extraordinarily sexy about you and let you figure out the rest.

1. Your blue eyes. The way your eyes literally pop out of the screen . They are so sexy. That is why you are Blue Eyes.

2.  Your eagerness to learn. You ask questions. You are curious and not afraid to explore.

3. Obedience.  I instructed you to take your clothes off and get on the bed and do as I told you and you did it with no hesitation. You trusted that I had something pleasant in store for you and you received your reward.

4. Every strand of hair on your legs. I could sniff every part of your body. And most likely I will.

5. Your gentle spirit. We've touched on this last night so you already know.

I know you are very eager for us to meet. So am I. I assure you when the time comes for us to do so I will make sure you are taken care of and that you and I both have a great time. But for now, the important thing is for you to be sexy and be confident that you are sexy. That is the only way I want to have you.

HAPPY HUMP DAY boy !

Wednesday December 27, 2023

                                       8:00am

Link: boy

                              

I woke up this morning, started my morning routine and checked my social media. I checked my X page to find a message from boy. 

He wished me a Happy Hump Day with two sexy pictures of him. 

One was was a front shot of him nude wearing a harness and a Santa hat with his knee on a chair showing a well polished leather boot and a flaccid penis with just a hint of a metal ring around his balls.

The second picture was of course of those humps securely hugged by a pair of brown leather gloved hands.

It had been a little while since we’ve chatted so I pleasantly surprised to have actual humps in my DMs for Hump Day.

Thank you boy.  You’re are a treasure and a treat. 

I can’t remember what your stance was on anonymity so I just blurred you out. You can let me know when we chat. 

P.S. I got something for you as well.

SPANK FEST WITH SMILEY

 I honestly can't remember the year, which is strange because I used to journal everything back in the day. I believe 2016 or 2017.

An original post from my previous blog

It was Saturday night, just one day before the Folsom Street Fair.

For those who are unfamiliar, Folsom Street Fair is an annual event for people into leather and various kinks to get together and celebrate......well let's just call it what it is.......its an annual freak show.  Can't beat that definition.

There were many pre fair events happening throughout the week.  One would be a spank party just for men.

Most of the crowd was older in which I didn't mind.  However there wasn't much going on.  

After about 30 minutes of cruising, I took a seat.  Not too long after, a guy came up and struck up a conversation.  He was a bottom and wanted to be spanked so I kindly obliged.  He was probably in his late fifties.  He was not a bad looking guy at all.  But with most experienced bottoms I've played with; it would turn out to be very mechanical.  No matter how hard I smacked his ass or what I did, his response would be minimal.

After a few minutes a group of onlookers would gather around.  In the crowd was a good looking guy observing intently.  I usually hate crowds staring but this guy was hot as fuck.  Not to mention he was actually into what I was doing.

I am really more of a private player but having this attention on me made me want to show off; spanking, caressing and playing with my partner's ass as my admirer watched.

I found myself getting aroused, not by the bottom I was playing with, but by the attention I was getting from this guy.

After seeing no response from my play partner, I brought out a few paddles and a flogger in which the bottom welcomed.  Yet still this guy didn't even flinch.  After about 20 minutes of monotonous spanking and flogging I decided to end our playtime by saying,"I'm going to take a break." 

We parted ways and I began to cruise the spot checking out the different scenes going on.

Across the room was the young guy from before.  I notice him checking me out with a huge smile on his face.  I smiled back at him in hopes that he would come my way but he didn't.

Finally I took a seat on a bench a few feet from the play space.  A few minutes went by and the guy walked past me and smiled again.  This time I got a much better view of him.  He was a beautiful man.  He looked like he was Spanish with some other type of exotic ethnicity.  He was a short stocky guy but with muscle.  He couldn't have been more than 5'6" probably about 170lbs or so.  Again, he was a little stocky but was proportioned in just the right places.  With his light brown beard and short dark brown buzz cut, he reminded me of the porn star Francois Sagat but without the hair tattoo and he definitely smiled more.  Actually it was amazing; more than amazing in my opinion.  I'm a sucker for a guy with a great smile.

Everywhere I went  this guy was there.  There was no doubt that this guy was stalking me. 

There are stalkers that are plain creepy and then there are stalkers that make you proud to be their prey.  This guy was definitely the latter.

I figured I would play cat and mouse just enough to give him a good tease.

I'm pretty good at reading people.  Just by his body language I knew he would not make the first move as he appeared somewhat shy.  I could tell by his ethnic features and strangely enough by the way he smiled that he didn't speak much English.  And last, I could tell by the way he was passively yet consistantly stalking me that he wanted something from me.  My goal was to find out what it was.

Finally after a few minutes of having this guy follow me, I turned around, walked up to him and said,"Hey how are you doing?" 

"Good." He replied smiling.

"So you are here for the Street Fair?"

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TODAY'S PICK STROKE 1

Masturbation Chronicle

STROKE 1

WASH YOUR HANDS

I am convinced that anyone that enters a restroom to use it, should wash their hands before leaving.

I am convinced there should be a garbage can near the door of each bathroom so that the person can properly dispose of their paper towels. 

I am convinced that opening the door with that paper towel will be a barrier between you and the handle that may or may not have some snotty nosed kid's DNA on it: or worse. A snotty nosed adult.

I am convinced air dryers are nothing more than germ factories blowing on what was once perfectly clean hands.

Public Service Announcement........

And Rant For The Day

TODAY'S PICK: Stroke 4

MASTURBATION CHRONICLE

Stroke 4

FACT # 17

FACT #17

I don't celebrate Christmas.  (Occasionally I will observe it for family.)  I just thought this was cute tho..........🤷🏽‍♂️ 

TODAY'S PICK: Stroke 3

MASTURBATION CHRONICLE

Stroke 3

HOLEGASM (PART II)

Links: boy G.

           ORAL TRAINING

September 24, 2023

2:05pm

"Keep doing what you're doing," I told Gilbert.

He opened his mouth and took a slab of my bulge in. 

From sniffing to licking back to sniffing and eventually licking; he made sure the bulge in my underwear remained stiff and it remained wet.  He succeeded this task by keeping me wet with precum and the saliva from his warm mouth.

"So who should you be for my blog?  Boy Gabriel?"

"Um," he hesitated with a smile.

"Or we can find another name," I replied.

He kindly corrected my error. 

"I'm Gibert Actually."

"Oh Gibert?"

"Or Gabriel works," he laughed.

"Maybe boy G." I said as I caressed the back of his head.

"Yeah?"

"You like that?"

"Oh yeah," he said quickly to get back to sucking my bulge.

He looked up at me.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it!"

“You’re good,” I exclaimed, referencing the way he would put his entire mouth on my bulge and then barely teasing it with the tip of his tongue.  He knew how to play my dick just as well as I was going to play him.”

There is an art to being an excellent cocksucker and he definitely mastered it.

Like a guitarist playing his guitar; strumming the strings back and forth with his tongue and then digging into a climatic crescendo with his whole mouth and gently pulling back a soft decrescendo with just the tip of his tongue again.  He knew how to make me feel good.

“Thank you Daddy.”

“Thank you What!” I exclaimed. 

“Thank you Daddy,” he said louder.

I heard him the first time.  I just wanted to assert myself a bit. 

I don’t need to be aggressive.  I don’t need to be rough or mean.  That just isn’t me. 

At least not usually.

But there are certain gestures and moments in which to remind the sub that I am the Dom and that he will answer me accordingly. 

What it does is bring to life the power exchange that’s essential to getting the sub into a mood where he would sell the drawers off his ass; and give me every cent made, to be my boy.

It is then that I know I could request just about anything from him, even if it is a boundary he thought he would never cross.

"You want it?"

"Yes Daddy please," he responded. 

"You know how you're going to get it?" I asked.

"How Sir?"

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FACT # 16

 FACT #16

Grower.

 

WINTER WINDOW

 

I saw him through the winter window

There he was prostate in the snow

Pants were down and peach so bare

Sweet peach pointed towards the air

I wonder if he really knows

Just how deep my river flows

With lust for every inch 

That belongs to him

As he takes in the rays of the sun

The desires inside have just begun

Seeing that beautiful December

Serendipitously placed 

Between his legs

Wakens an insatiable 

Quest for more

Does he even know I’m there


In the snow

Watching

Looking

Waiting and breathing in

The scent of that deep 

Abyss from between

A scent that only comes

From a real man

And only from a place 

Many dare not to go

Like a dog befriending another

I greet the scent

A practice scorned by man

Yet a way of life for the dog

And now I stand in heat

Hoping for yet one more hit

Of that beautiful roundness oh so bare

Of that sweet peach pointed towards the air

And that plump December 

Serendipitously placed

The erotic bliss 

Written all over my face

I will stand outside in the snow 

frozen

Waiting for him to look my way

And let me into the warm barn

That has invited me 

Only in My wildest dreams

FACT #15

 FACT  #15 

Once a Daddy Always a Daddy.

Daddy is more than a title. It is more than role play. It is the continuing understanding that I will be there when needed to the best of my ability. It’s the understanding that people move on, people get into relationships, people’s role and hierarchy changes. 

But once you call me Daddy and we have made that unique chemistry, no matter where you are in life, if the dynamic is healthy and not toxic for either of us that door is always open.

POPPED!

 It happened.  First time in 10 years!  Daddy got fucked! 

It was definitely an experience.  To my Fucker’s neighbors: I’m so sorry about the high pitched squeals you had to endure.  I promise.  It could have been much louder had he not covered my mouth and embarrassingly told me to “Shhhhh!”

When asked by a social media friend if I had fun:

I definitely had fun. It hurt like a mutherfucker at first. 

A few factors that gave me a challenge 

1. He was Very thick. His length was alright, it was the girth that got me. 

2. He was a bit eager. He kept pushing in opposed to holding and letting me get used to it.

3. I definitely needed a thicker consistency of lube.

Once he encouraged me to relax and he let up on the pressure I was able to enjoy it more.

A LETTER TO MY LYRICAL MUSE

 Oh how I miss

The deep penetration 

Of your words

Piercing deep

Between the river that flowed

And the kissing place

Fact # 14

FACT : #14  

I’ve only swallowed three times in my life.

I’m sure a lot of it has to do with my very first time about thirty years ago.

I was on my knees in the shower and the guy came. He notice that he didn’t spill his seed. He asked me if I swallowed.  I said yes.  It was my first blow job ever.  He admonished me never to swallow.

It was still the height of the HIV/AIDS scare. There was still very contradictory information about the risk of oral.  Although there was not much cause for alarm, I did and do appreciate his concern and looking out for me.  He was like a mentor for me.  So the practice of spitting just stayed with me.

Now I love to feel the warm jizz shoot or ooze in my mouth.  Always have.  Once it happens, I’m happy and then spit.  But there have been two times when the force was so strong or there was so much cum I had to swallow. I actually found those times pretty hot. (Although one of those experiences weren’t welcomed.  I’ll post that later.)

I recently swallowed intentionally to see what it was like and I enjoyed it intensely. 

I was at a park.  I was feeling very horny and had three or four different guys face fuck me to completion.  It was pretty surreal and fun.

FACT # 13

FACT  #13

Up until my late 30s I was pee shy. Even during water sports and a full bladder, I had a difficult time delivering the goods. That kind of changed. 

After years of living with my partner who never closes the door when he pees (unless when company is over.) I guess his pissing habits influenced me. Now I have his habits.  I still have difficulty voiding.  Even when I am undoubtedly in need to go; doing it on or in someone can be a challenge.  Eventually I get there and my play recipients are happy also. But it takes awhile.

SOMETIMES

 

          

                                                   Sometimes Daddy wants his hips in the air too. 

STARTING IT OFF

Link: pup Scooby

 A night with pup scooby proved to be more than worth the trip. We began our festivities with him unbuttoning my jeans and slowly pulling my jockstrap down with his teeth.

ANOTHER ONE BLOCKED

August 18, 2015 

About 2:00pm 

Tuesday afternoon 

Link: THE SCARS

 I should have said no from the beginning when he went on about his curiosity of being with a Black man.

If you ever want to annoy me, just write an essay on how much you love Black dick.

"So you gonna fuck my tight white boy pussy?" he ask annoyingly.

"No" I reply.

Normally I don't have a problem with any race but there is a group (And this doesn't pertain to every White guy,  just the certain ones stuck on stupid) of white guys who are obsessed with having sex with Black men.  If that's your preference, fine.  I don't have a problem with that.  However, turning me into a fetish is just creepy in my opinion. So I declined.

10 minutes later I got another message.  It was the same person.  This time he showed me his face pics.  He was a handsome guy; curly dark brown hair, blue eyes, somewhat of a muscle bear type.  

"I need a big black cock in me real bad." he whined.

"O.K. 

You want to get fucked ? You are gonna have to calm down with all the Black dick stuff.  I usually don't get with dudes like that." I complained.

"Sorry. So what are you into ? What would you do to me?"

"If you like to come over I have some time. We could meet and see where it goes," I replied.

"Well I don't know. What are you going to do to me?"

"Never mind. Not interested," I replied.

"Wait ! I'll come over."
  
I messaged him my address.  

He arrived at my place.

We talked a bit.  I could tell that he was uncomfortable so I told him to relax and that we don't have to do anything that would make him uncomfortable.

I asked him what made him decide to come over.  He said that he had always been attracted to Black guys but was always afraid.  When I asked to be more specific; he gave me a typical response. 

"It may be too big, it may hurt and the person may not stop and would rape me." 

Then there was the stereotypical things like getting mugged etc.  I looked at him and said, "Dude you watch way too much T.V.  We are not all muggers, rapists and drug addicts."

Then I said, "You are a cute guy but I don't think this will work."

"No. Don't. I really like you. I just need to relax a bit." He said.

"No it's time to go."

He got his stuff and left.  I've met some weird people in my day but a racist that wants to be fucked by black dudes?  Nah! I'll pass.  

He sent me numerous messages wanting to hook up.  He even unlocked his private pics of him bent over with his cheeks spread which I found even more offensive. "So you think because you got an o.k. ass, that's going to make me come running to you like a dog in heat? Good Bye!"

Another blocked person on my account. 

AND YET ANOTHER WONDERFUL JOURNEY

November 6, 2023

There were no rings.

There were no fancy traditions.  

Other than my mom as a witness, there were no guests.

Both my partner of 20 years and I are not big on ceremonies or tradition.

I called my dad and my sister literally like two days before to let them know that we were going up to the county clerk to get our marriage license.  I planned it that way so that no one would make any unnecessary changes to their schedule with my sister being busy and my dad having a change in his health.

Neither one of us wanted to make a big fuss. There was no exchanging of rings.  We both hate jewelry.  But two things I am glad we decided to do:

I'm glad we decided to be sworn in the ceremonial room and I am glad we decided to have our vows recited.  We didn't write our own we recited what they had.

Although it wasn't going to be a big deal, when I looked into my partner now husband's eyes to say our vows I could not help the overwhelming emotions welling up.

For the first time I understood how much he loves me. 

There are things that he says to me that are very hurtful.  There are times when I totally shut down and will literally walk away from him mid sentence.  But I understand that these are things that we will continue to deal with. 

I'm just very grateful to find some who loves and cares for me the way he does.  And yes, he has expressed that to me many times over the years.  It was just most evident at that moment when I saw his face and the look in his eyes.

And so yet another wonderful journey begins.

 

A WALK BY THE RIVER

 Sunday November 5, 2023

                               9:40am

Most Sundays are days in which I do a good amount of writing.  Sometimes instead of writing at home; I would go to specific locations and write there just to have a different change of scenery. This helps me with my creative flow. 

Today I decided to go for a walk by the river. 

The sky is overcast.  It’s cool but not cold.  There are about four cars parked in the parking lot levee area. 

I park beside one car that has a White guy with silver hair and a silver goatee and glasses.  

I instantly recognize him from when I used to work as a caregiver 20 years ago for one company.  I’m sure he doesn’t remember me but I definitely remember him.

I even remember one day when he came to deliver the medication to our home and I had some pretty tight pants on and my bulge was really filling my pants.  I remember him specifically looking down at my crotch and then right into my eyes with the most mischievous grin on his face. 

He handed the medication delivery and said, “Have a nice day,” most flirtatiously.

We never really talked except for an occasional "Hello" or a flirting look here and there.  Who would know that 20 years later we'd meet up! 

He has definitely gotten older.  There are more lines on his face.  What was once light brown hair; almost ginger, is now silver.  But he still has the same type of glasses that he wore back then.  He still has the same short haircut style that he had back then and believe it or not, he’s still has that sexy, flirtatious smile.

I get out of my car and I start walking down the levee close to a row of bushes that has a trail. Obviously it is a very popular spot for guys who are cruising.

I go down into the bushes as I slowly turn around to see if he’s following me.

He finally makes his way down to where I am.  His thin frail body moves closer to mine.  

This gentleman has always been very slender but now he appears even somewhat frail.  As he has aged; his skin has gotten thinner and I see a few bruise marks on his arms which probably may be an indication of blood thinners of some type or some type of medication he may be on.  But he’s still a very sexy looking guy to me. 

He moves over slowly.  I don’t have a problem with taking my dick out in the open because I already know what he wants.  Normally guys are very cautious about making the first move in a public setting like such, but we both know what’s going on and I start stroking.  

He takes his dick out and he starts stroking his dick. 

His is much thinner than mine and probably not as long neither.  This is perfectly fine because it looks delicious. 

Just before I start to get on my knees he lowers himself down to blow me.

He won the race!

I guess I’ll just wait my turn.

He gets on one knee and begins to suck on my dick. 

It’s slow.  It’s warm.  It’s somewhat wet, not sloppy. It's just wet enough to feel good.

He’s on me for about a minute.  I’m finally ready to get on my knees and taste his cock.  He closes his eyes and lets out a moan. 

 

I suck his dick with a little more earnest.

Maybe it’s because it is so rare that I’m on my knees sucking another man’s cock.  It’s not as though I don’t enjoy sucking cock.  I love a nice dick in my mouth.  It’s just "top" is something that has been assigned to me at a very young age.  Even when I was versatile, I did more topping than I ever did bottoming.  It seems as though it is a lot easier to find bottoms than it is to find versatile men or for that matter other tops; at least other tops that are not going to ruin my experience as a bottom.

So I am on this guy’s dick like it is my last meal and it taste amazing.  I slow down to pace myself and to pace him.   I stand up and we are stroking face-to-face now.  

It is at this moment where my brain decides to blurt out, “I know you.”

I couldn’t just remain anonymous and just have a good time.  I have to let him know; even though it wasn’t a big deal.  

It can be a little awkward blurting out of the blue, “I know you,” while you’re blowing a guy or jacking off with him.

“You do look kind of familiar,” he responds.

“Well, I don’t actually know you; but I’ve seen you around. You used to deliver meds to my facility.”

“Yes indeed I did,” he smiles.

“You used to deliver them to…..”

 I tell him specifically the place that I worked and he has a great big smile on his face.

“Oh my goodness! I remember you now!"

"You were much thinner.  You were just a skinny thing back thing back then,”he replies.

Ooooh!

 There’s the slap in the face I wasn’t looking for!

"Yeah I put on some pounds as you can see!"

I continue, "No matter how much I try, I’m never gonna get back to that weight ever again."

"Well, you still look good!" He says.

"As you can tell I’m much older now.  Goodness, that was like twenty years ago!" He continues. 

"I was much younger then.  I’m 66 now."he replies.

"That’s okay you’re still sexy to me,"I respond.

I get down on my knees again and start back on my quest to milk that cum out of him into my mouth.

I’m gonna cum he warns but he pulls out. I was really thirsty for it but he chose to pull out. It did look hot as it shot our of his body, however.

I just wish I could have tasted it. 

I'm semi hard but I need some lube to help me with my stroke game. 

For some reason my spit isn't making the cut and I should have worn my boxers instead of my tighty whities for easier access.

He smiles and says "Thank you. Good seeing you," and takes off. 

About 3 or 4 minutes later 

About 10am

This sexy young man with medium brown skin comes by to where I am.

I’m not sure if he’s Mexican or East Indian or any various of those races.  The term I was looking for is now obsolete and considered offensive so Brown Skin Dude is his name.

He's a young late 20s early 30s guy.  He's wearing a baseball cap, black sweats and he has a 5’o clock shadow that brings out a virile presence on an already masculine and handsome face.

We play about one minute of “you take yours out first,” when I finally decided to go in my pants to pull it out.  He quickly followed suit. 

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TODAY'S PICK: MY UNDERWEAR AND JOCK WEEKEND

  It's playtime this weekend. I'm going through my drawers to find some jocks n undies to be sexy in. I'll Meet you at THE DIRTY JOCK for MY UNDERWEAR AND JOCK WEEKEND.

All weekend.

HOLEGASM (PART I)

LINK: boy G

Saturday Sept 23,2023

Approximately 3:30ish

I got into Antioch Ca. around 3:30pm.  I immediately messaged pup Scooby to arrange for us to meet later than our scheduled 4:00pm.

We agreed to meet later that evening between 8pm and 9:00pm.

About 3:45pm

I received a message on Recon. It was from a profile named Holegasm.

Of course a name like such would spark my interest so I read his profile and read the message he sent me.

"May i be of service Sir?

Host or travel here."

I replied,"Well, I won’t be available to host until tomorrow. I would love a hot sub servicing me. I understand most of those hot subs will be at Folsom. But the invitation is open if you’re interested."

"I'd gladly go service you Sir."

"Awesome! Well I guess we should see how our kinks and interests match. I will be free all day morning until about 5pm. After that I will be heading to the horse market event. I’m actually in Antioch hopefully that will work for you. By the way; here is a detailed list of my play and

everything is open for discussion and nothing is a definite deal breaker."

I sent him a copy of the list I made during my meeting with Zero.

"I am exploring your blog for starters Sir," he replied.

"If you decide you'd still like to service me, I'll have you come to my hotel in Antioch."

"I'd be a fool to decide NOT to service you Daddy Mark. You and your mind turn me on Daddy Mark.”

I replied, “Wow! You just put a fucking put a smile on my face from ear to ear! I appreciate that.”

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RELEASE

 

PLAY TIME

 

THE FAMOUS OR INFAMOUS BLACK BALL CAP

 

Link: THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF

It has become my trademark. I have been wearing ball caps ever since my dad bought me my first cap that came with a matching sweat suit as a very young kid. 

The outfit was a dark blue sweat suit and the cap had my name engraved on it.  He was a military man and would travel all over for weeks; sometimes two to three months at a time. 

My mother never wanted us moving around.  We would stay home while he went oversees.  He would bring us back some of the coolest things as kids.  One of my favorite souvenirs was that outfit. 

 

As I got older of course, the whole outfit became out dated and I grew out of it.  But everyone knew me from that cap with my name engraved.

Through the years I would have many caps and various hats.  I have had caps with many colors and designs.  But the one that always stuck with me was my basic black one with no designs on it.

That look has always been my signature Daddy persona.  It literally takes on a life of its own depending what I wear it with and how I wear it. 

And yes there is a science to wearing the Daddy cap.

How low I wear it depends on how dominant I feel at the time.

Even at the leather bars and kink events, it is usually worn pretty low; not because I don't want to be seen.  I do this as an invitation to those I want in and a warning to those I want to keep out.

The cap has been a great tool for having a sense of anonymity when I shoot.  

As many who know me would attest, I am very low key.  Though I am pretty active throughout the internet; at the end of the day I like my privacy and I like being in my solitude with my partner.  The cap provides that.  At least it did.

Lately, when I go to the grocery store, if I wear my cap even as plain ole mild mannered Mark, There are two guys that look at me as if they have seen a ghost.  

Even when I went to L.A. there were at least two guys that was staring me down as if they were really trying figure out who I am. 

Is it all in my head?

I am not very convinced about that. 

Checking my analytics I've noticed activity in the general area that I was staying. 

Again: It could be my imagination running wild. However, I will only know if someone comes up to me and says,"Hey aren't you....."

Wether I have been noticed or not, it has definitely marked my suspicions about some of the guys I wondered about. 

My gaydar has been pretty on point over the years. Time has revealed some of the hardest dudes, Vatos, homies, rednecks and "straight" men to be some of the best bottoms. So I know if my gaydar is on point; it is only a matter of time when someone comes up and ask me point blank.

When or if it happens: I guess the shit eating grin will reveal all they need to know.