BREATHE

 Tighter 

 

The grip 

 

As the light dims

 

Darker and darker

 

Until

 

I hear

 

The cue

 

The execution

 

The release

 

The rush

FACT# 7

 FACT #7 Favorite color: 

                          Black.

FACT # 6

FACT  #6 I never really asked a person's HIV status.  I've always just used protections, not only for myself but also to make sure my partners were protected.  

In Twenty-Twenty Whatever year it is and shall be;  pulling out a condom is like pulling out a cassette tape or an 8 track. (Do not dare ask what those are. Just pretend like you know.)

But hey, I like to kick it old school and that's alright.

SON'S NEW INTEREST

LINK: SON

 Well, my sessions with Son is over.  He has a new interest that is getting more solid.  

We still talk on Skype but the dynamic has changed dramatically since he started getting serious with this new person in his life.

I appreciate that we still are friends and that our previous arrangement hasn’t changed the fact that we can still talk, share juicy details in our relationship etc. We just won’t be having anymore bate sessions.  I respect that. We spent a great deal of time chatting about them getting to know each other and building their relationship foundation.

I asked if it would be okay if I continued to share occasional pictures of our sessions and he agreed to it. 

Though not many; I do have a few pics here and there to share.  And though there may not be any more bate stories of us, I’m sure he will come up here and there as he is still an awesome chapter in my journey.

GOOD MORNING BELOVED

Good morning beloved 
It's been awhile 

Protracted wait  
Since I've heard you smile 

Protracted wait  
Since I've seen your voice 

The dew  
That made my December moist 

The exchange only we would know 
Just how deep we used to go 

Between your soul 
The tumescence dwelled 

As my sun took to rise 
just as well 

You taught me 
As I taught you 

All the things  
That lovers would do 

And now I sit so very wet 
In the pool of desire I'll never forget

MORNING

As the midnight hours fade 

The sky begins to brighten

 

The sun is not fully up yet

It has yet to make its way  

Over the horizon

 

As time goes by 

You rigidly toss 

In your slumber

 

Close to awakening 

But not fully there

You unconsciously attempt to adjust 

Your growing tumescence

 

DISCOVERING MY IDENTITY AS A TOP WAS LEARNING FROM THE BOTTOM

LINK: THE INITIATION

I must say my most adventurous times sexually was in my thirties.

It was a time when I came out to family and also a time when I  discovered

the nightlife of the gay world.

In that discovery came tales of hook-ups with various guys of all ages, backgrounds and races.

Some were good.  Some were not so good.  But all of them were experiences that helped formulate the ideas and attitudes I have today.  

Let's start with how I discovered my identity as a Top.

I was 30 years old.  I had no car at the time.  My main transportation was the bus.  

I just got off the bus going home from work when I decided to stop by a nearby park restroom to take a piss.  At this time I had no idea about cruising.

Though I would see nasty invitations on bathroom walls with phone numbers and I often visited these bathrooms; curious to what I may find, the term and the practice was foreign.  

 I was at this urinal and there was this good looking red head dude using the one down from me.  As usual, I would try to keep my eyes straight ahead while occasionally taking a glance to see what I could get from the other guy's dick without being obvious.  

I would sneak my eyes to the left to try to get a view.  While turning my head, he turned his head and looked straight at me.  

"Oh Shit!" I thought to myself.

 

"I got so busted !"

He then took about five steps back while pissing, aiming for the urinal target.  I turned and looked.  Never have I seen anyone do that before.  Nor have I ever been so turned on by a guy taking a piss before.  I found myself getting semi hard.  I quickly put it back in my pants and headed toward the exit when I heard, " Hey!" 

I turned and looked.  The guy was standing there with his dick out.  By this time he stopped pissing and was facing me.

He was still dripping small drops of piss as he looked at me with a horned up smirk on his face.  I stood there mesmerized while taking the sight in.

He was about 5' 10" my height with red hair and fair skin, short crew cut, clean shaven.  His crotch had a deep red tone to it.  It was kind of darker than on his head.  His dick was getting plenty hard.  It was thick with a pink tip.

"Wassup!" He said.  

I didn't respond I was too shocked and in a state of lust to move my lips.  

"Wussup!" he repeated.

"Can you talk?" he joked with a smile.

 "Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare.  I was just.... uhh, using the bathroom."

"I see.  Looks like you are ready for more than just taking a piss," he said pointing to the bulge growing in my pants.

By this time his thick red meat was standing completely at attention.  He motioned his finger for me to come closer with a friendly inviting smile.  I accepted the invitation.  

We both stood there for about two minutes not saying anything:

Him, with a mischievous smile on his face, and me with a look of both astonishment and horror. 

"Well?"

 "Well?" I echoed.

 "You wanna touch it?"

Almost instantly I grabbed his pink tool and started stroking it. I stroked him for about 3 minutes which felt like 3 hours.  He looked at me and I looked at him.

"Wanna taste it?"

I just stood there in astonishment.

"Its o.k."

He pushed down on my shoulders gesturing me to kneel.  I lowered to my knees and looked up at him as he gently placed his cock in my mouth.  As soon as I tasted him, I let out a moan as if I had tasted the finest dessert ever.  His dick was thick and stuffed my mouth pretty good.  There was no way I would be able to go all the way down on it, but I had a great time trying. 

With spit and drool running down my chin, I gobbled up as much as I could.  After a few minutes my jaw began to hurt and I pulled away.  As I did so, I quickly came to the realization where I was; A dirty bathroom that was public at that.  I told him I had to go.

"Wait! I gotta place!"

"I got no car," I responded.

"I'll give you a ride and take you were you need to be."

We got to his place.  Its was not a bad little apartment.  Clean and neat, but It didn't matter what it looked like. I wanted to get back to that dick.

We made our way toward his room. He told me to make myself comfortable while he used the restroom.  As I looked around I saw a closet door semi opened. In the front was leather chaps and a leather vest hanging up.  At this point I had no idea about leather as play, I just knew seeing him in it would be hot as hell.

 He came back. 

"So what do you get into," he asked.

"Umm, I dunno."

"I knew this was your first time," he said grinning.

He continued, "Don't worry you'll have a great time.  So I guess asking if you are a top or bottom is mute."

"Top or bottom?"

He laughed.

"Top means you like to fuck.  Bottom means you like to get fucked.  The way you were sucking on my dick I will say bottom.  But that's for you to decide." 

"Before we do anything I need to tell you that I’m HIV positive.  I’m healthy.  I take my meds but I share

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SUB ZERO (PART II) THE SPANKING

January 6, 2023

I’d been slowly introducing Zero to spanking. The goal was to get him open and push his boundary level to my desired point.

Link: ZERO

Though Zero rated spanking a  number 0 on his list of interest I got him opened to having his boundary pushed.

As he lay face down, I got on the bed, laid down beside him and grabbed hold of the back of his head and neck. I cradled him as I brought my face as close to his as possible to kiss him on the cheek and on his back.  I gave him a few love taps on his behind.

I whispered in his ear, "You like that?"

"Yeah," he replied.

At that point, I didn't consider myself spanking him as I was attempting to get him in a zone.

Opposed to speaking in my normal tone. I whispered in his ear, "You like that?"

When he whispered back his reply; I knew he was right where I wanted him to be.

The taps got harder but my whispers and hugs became more intimate and nurturing. I just felt that If I was going to take this man to a level of spanking that he didn't even sign up for; I better get his mind to the level of trust so that the experience would be a great one not just for me but for him as well. 

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.

I gently rubbed the

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FACT #5

 FACT#  5 I precum a lot. It doesn't take much to get me horny.