THE AGGRESSIVE F*CK

 Saturday evening 2010 or 2011

 

I received a message on Recon Saturday night from a guy that wanted me to fuck him.

He unlocked his private pictures for me. 

 

"Hello Sir." 

"Hi. How are you," I responded.

" I am well Sir," He said.

"I like your profile.  You look very hot Sir."

"Thank you.  So do you," I replied.

"I want you to breed me," He said.

"I don’t BB," I told him.

"That’s okay Daddy.  Fuck me please!  I need your dick."

Right then, he sent a few photos that were in his private folder.

He was a very handsome Black man, somewhat

petite at 5'5" 130lbs. 

He had a medium / dark complexion.  He had a shaved head and a full beard.  He was fucking hot.

He gave me his address and Directions of where he would be located in the house.  When I got to his place he had the door unlocked.  I walked in, went towards the end of the hallway as instructed and turned to the room on the left.  There he was on the bed, on hands and knees, in a white jockstrap and a blindfold on.  His ass was poked out ready to be fucked.  I walked up behind him.

Normally I would have my jeans and my leather on. That night I drove to his place in just my boxers, my t-shirt, black ball cap and sneakers.  I had my condoms and keys in my hand since I didn’t have any pockets.  It was late so no one saw me.  I could give a fuck anyway.  In SF; there’s at least one nude person roaming around town somewhere. 

I wasn’t even moved by the San Francisco night air. I just wanted his ass.

"Hello Sir."

I said nothing.

"Did you find the place okay Sir?"

I pulled down my boxers and placed them in his mouth.

"Hands behind your back."

"Where’s your lube?"

He gestured his head to the dresser.  When I opened the drawer I found his goodie stash.  There were restraints of all kinds.  I got the wrist restraints and cuffed him real tight.  

I've fucked with other Black guys before but most of them were pretty vanilla which is fine.  But with him; I just knew I could get a bit wild.

I put my condom on, lubed up, lubed his hole and slowly began to push my way inside.  He attempted to back up on it as well as he could to become accustom to my dick.

 

I pushed deeper.

"You want it?" I asked.

He nodded his head and said, "Um hum," with his mouth still gagged.

"Be a good boy and back up on it."

 

He had a difficult time doing as instructed with his arms restrained behind him and being face down in the mattress so I maneuvered him  up more so I could get on the bed.  I got on my knees so I was directly behind him doggy style.  I unfettered his wrists and told him to spread his butt cheeks and keep em spread.  He spread his hole and I went in.

He began to moan as I fucked his ass.  The sound of his grunts and moans and seeing his mouth stuffed with my underwear made me more and more horny. The louder he got the more aggressive I got. 

"You like that?"

He nodded, "Yes."

"You want it deeper?"

"Yes," he nodded again.

He had in his drawer what is called a plow belt.  It’s a soft thick belt that wraps half way around the bottoms waist during doggy.  There are straps that the Top grabs to thrust the bottom into him; providing deeper penetration.  It’s equivalent to grabbing the bottom’s hips when fucking doggy.  But in my opinion it allows you to go deeper and harder. 

I took the boxers out of his mouth.  I wanted to hear his howls clearly as I fucked him.  I placed the belt under him, adjusted the straps to get more thrust power and began plowing.  

It was amazing. I love a loud guy.  There is "real" loud and then there is "porn star" loud which is totally annoying.  He was definitely a "real" loud which made me go even more aggressively.  He began to tap the mattress.  I slowed down and gave him a break. 

"How are you doing? You okay?"

He took a moment to breathe.  While he was resting, I still had my tip in poking in and out of his threshold.  He took a deep breath and sighed, "take it.  It’s yours."

I laid him flat on his stomach and start to thrust my my hips into him.  After a few minutes of fucking him,  I noticed it felt much different.  I could feel my cock getting much more of a sensitive feeling.  There was a tingling sensation that became intense. It shot through my body like an electric current.  It felt great but I could tell there was something different going on.

I pulled my cock out and noticed that my cock had the condom ring around it but the condom itself broke.  I came to a halt and informed him that it broke.

He looked behind himself reaching for my butt to

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TRIBUTE

AUGUST 23, ,2023

WEDNESDAY

10:32AM

What a wonderful tribute.

I learned of this term as recently as two to three years ago.

The term tribute in the realm of BDSM refers to the offering of money from a sub to a Dom as an appreciation.

Often in Findom is the offering of money and or the showering of gifts.

Today on my X page, I ran into a post of a sub whose tribute is a sexy picture sent daily to his Dom.

The caption read:

This sub sends his Dom a tribute photo every morning.

Here are two.

Posted were two pictures. Both pictures appeared to have been taken close to the same time and place. It was a picture of the sub in a jockstrap spreading his butt cheeks open. The other was in a different pose with him standing, back facing the camera in the same jockstrap.

I was so inclined, I decided to repost with the quote:

 

All my dedicated sons,

I so want this.

"Photos every morning, Daddy?" One asked.

"Hell, I'd settle for every other morning at this point!" I replied.

Being in an actual D/s connection where the sub and the Dom actually meet is much different than having an online relation of fantasy.  

For starters, it is often easier to have expectations of some type of commitment when there is face to face interaction.

A lot of submissive guys may be intrigued by the

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WHITE ON WHITE GARMENT

Taken in 2014

Models: Rick And Jorgen

ON MY KNEES: THE INSPIRATION BEHIND

February 22, 2022

2:13 am

It's 2:13 in the morning.  I've been up for about thirty minutes prior to taking a piss.  I already know it's going to be one of those nights where once I get up to pee there is no going back to sleep.  I do what I normally do when I can't rest.  

I don't really want to watch any porn videos.  Instead, I read some posts from some of the sex blogs I follow.

I reach a certain post from a fellow blogger.  The post has an image of this blogger in a dingy, what I'm assuming was white, jockstrap. 

I'm intrigued. 

Something about the dingy yellowish tent not to mention the size of that fucking bulge.  And to top it off those bushy pubes busting out of his jock like a wildfire.  I want to say his pubes are golden brown.  It just adds fuel to the fire burning between my legs.

I feel my nipples harden as I etch this fucker's image in my brain.

I don't even try to fight it.  I reach in my pajamas and grab my cock and begin to stroke.  I don't want to cum yet.  I edge a bit.

As of late I have been writing a lot of prose and expressing myself  in somewhat of a metrical fashion.  I never liked using the word poetry. I just like to create and find different methods of expression.

My horny state created this writing: 

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SILENCE

 

Sometimes 

Silence speaks 

Louder than words 

And the eyes 

Reveal more 

Than we 

Are willing 

To share 

ON MY KNEES

What is this 

Tell me If you would please 

Tell me why the urge 

To get down on my knees 

And take in the scent that is you

And do the things I normally wouldn’t do

What would my boys think if they witnessed 

Face buried in your crotch totally helpless 

Taking in the stench of your piss

My duty of Daddy Shall I be so remiss 

Or shall I just allow myself to be free

And do what comes naturally 

This is one thing I do know 

I’d sniff between your legs

Until it grows

Tasting the saltiness of your girth

Your hairy crotch I’d unearth 

Until unleashed the warm explosion 

Down my throat shall no other version 

Of this sweet fantasy of mine

Be reprised 

The day I get down on my knees 

(He knows who this is about. I still fantasize about it. It will be revealed in time.)

F*CKED

January 22, 2023

Sunday 

3:08 am

Hours after My First HorseMarket Event; Ironically the night that I went as a stallion; I masturbated thinking of getting fucked. I went home horny mainly to entertain myself by fingering my hole and jacking till I came.

 It’s been ten years since I’ve been fucked. I hardly ever even play with my hole. It’s like that part is closed for good…..???

Early Sunday morning in the hotel, I had my leather gloves on. I was stroking my dick with my legs wide open,watching myself as I filmed. I had my cock ring nearby so I put it on. I got it as tight as I could.  The cock ring had me so horny as all the blood was tightly giving my dick attention. 

For some reason I lubed up my hole real good and pushed against my walls until I got just the tip of my middle finger in. I kept pushing against the inside of that wall. Not necessarily going deeper but pressing against it. 

It had been so long since my walls felt anything pressed against it like that.

I definitely shot my load.

(See video below)

I thought about that moment and realized, I want to be fucked.

I want to be fucked. 

Not dominated. 

Not pounded out of my gourd; nor do I want some asshat pushing my back down telling me, “Arch your back! Stop running!”

I don’t want to be assaulted. 

I don’t want to be subservient (unless he has the erotic energy to take me there.)

I want to be fucked.

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BURIED TREASURE

 
Like a pirate searching for gold
He found his treasure buried deep

Looking on in lust
He lay naked and tumescent
As he watched his lover plow

He watched his lover dig deep
The treasure into another

The howl of the young man-boy
Could be heard throughout the halls

All the young man could do
Is grip the sheets and prepare for the
Thrust of masculinity that would flood
The insides of his walls

The observer watched
As his lover showed no mercy
To the tender

Nineteen innocent years
Busted all over the sheets

The brute of a lover
Let out a forceful yell
As he pumped every ounce
Of manhood deep into the man-boy’s body

He leaned back and let out a sigh

His manhood still stiff and pulsing
From the overflow

The observer
Now parched with desire
Greedily swollows the sticky phallus
Leaving not one drop wasted

He turns and realizes
The true treasure
Is still buried deep within

He looks at his lover
His lover looks at him

Then with the force of his tongue
He digs to find his riches

“Push!”
The brute commands

The young man pushes
As he is pierced
By the long wetness
That violates his inner part

As he pushes
The lover that once
was a voyeur
Feels the warm salty
Cream that warms his tongue

It slides down
The back of his throat
Like a warm creamy treat

All three men delirious
And worn out
Lay sticky with the stench
Of sex in the air

Each one elated
With the gift
Of possessing
The buried treasure

THE MUSE

 

     

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                                               Date Photographed : July 29, 2013

ORAL TRAINING OF boy J

Summer time 2015

LINK: ORAL TRAINING

His name is Jose. He sent me a message in my email expressing an interest in getting together. We met through a friend of his that I played with.  Our mutual friend suggested that he give me a text so he did. 

He was predominately a top and had an interest in exploring his submissive side.

He asked if we could meet before we got together since he was a little apprehensive playing with someone to whom he was unfamiliar.  I agreed to meet him at my favorite bar. 

9 PM sharp he walked into the room.  He was a very good looking Latino guy, beautiful brown skin with short wavy hair, and a goatee.  He had a very virile presence.  We sat down and talked for about an hour.  He mentioned that it was vary rare that he bottomed and that he would love to learn how to deep throat.  I told him I would teach him how to be a good cock sucker. I could tell by the smile on his face and the look in his eyes that he was eager to learn.

After our chat we headed back to my place.

First thing I do when he walks through the door is tell him to take off everything but his underwear.  Slowly he begins to strip down until its just his tighty whiteys.  His body is hot.  He has a ripped torso, dark brown skin, short thick goatee and a furry treasure trail leading into his drawers.

"So what now!" He says with a slight Spanish  accent.  The next command is for him to get on his knees.  He stands there in his underwear looking at me.

“What's up,” I ask.

Jose says, “Nothing, just it's very rare that I'm on my knees.”

“You don't want to be on your knees?” 

“Sure! I would love to for you.  I just got to get used to it,” he responds.

I walk over to where he is. I stand in front of him smiling.  

“I'm going to train you how to be a good cock sucker. O.K?”

I began to coax him down to his knees.  He looks up with a big grin .  

"Take off your clothes," He orders.  

I grab the back of his neck and declare,"I'm in control now!" 

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DON’T GET UP. GOOD BOY

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           ORAL TRAINING

           THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF

                 

Go all the way down.

Don’t get up. 

Don’t get up.

Good boy. 

M*STURBATION

 October 31, 2022 

 I’m on the couch in the living room.  My dick is swollen from chatting with another horny Bator. 

My dick is hard and a bit uncomfortable in my tighty whities but I don’t take them off because I want to see myself in my underwear. 

I walk to the bathroom and I look into the mirror.  I love seeing me in my underwear and t shirt.  I look at myself as I stroke my thick bulge in my briefs.  My white briefs begin to develop a wet stain.  It’s the moisture from my precum.  I’m so fucking horny. 

I continue to tease the tumescence in my drawers but I don’t take it out.  

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