THE INTERROGAYTION

                       May 4, 2024 

          

                            Saturday 

                    About 2:30pm

 Link:INTERROGAYTION

We’re setting up the club for the event. There are about 8 beds that are moved into the main area. We spend a good amount of time setting up lights and props for the prison-themed sex event. I must admit at first I have my reservations about attending an event with such a theme. The home page of the website has a fantasy synopsis that takes place in 2216. I honestly am not keen on the idea of the synopsis. Altogether, the event is not as callous or tone def as I thought the concept would be. 

About 3:40pm

The main coordinator gathers all of the workers together for our orientation. We are in orientation from about 3:40pm to a few minutes before 6:00pm.

One of the reasons I would highly recommend any Horse Market and / or Interrogaytion event put on by Matt or Martin is because they are serious about making sure the bottoms feel safe and that everyone is having a good time.  The orientation alone was enough to let me know that these guys are the real deal. Yes it was a long ass orientation but it is definitely worth it, to make sure everyone is safe and is having fun.

Before I go any further let me explain Interrogaytion.

Just like the Horse Market, the tops are separated from the bottoms which means the bottoms enter from one entrance and the tops from another. 

Since the event is a prison theme, the tops are called guards and the bottoms are called inmates. The volunteer workers are called deputies which is my role.  There are two Marshalls that are in charge of cell block FF (the fisting area) to make sure the players were matched up according to there skill level. Last but not least, is the maintenance crew. They have one job which is to serve as fluffers for the gaurds. They do not get fucked but they can suck and do anything else to get the guard up.

6:00pm 

Everyone takes their position. I’m at the door, taking the inmates’tickets. 

7:00pm 

I close the door for the inmates. After 7pm anyone that arrives later will enter through the main entrance.

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The deputies are hooding the inmates with their selected hoods. The white hood means condoms only. The black hood means bare or condoms. The red is designated for the maintenance crew (fluffers.)

When the last inmate is hooded, one of the deputies calls it out and the guards are released. 

It is definitely a sight to see all those horny guards going after the horny holes. 

Just like in HM, once the tops are released, it's like a herd charging on the floor.  It is definitely like no other sex event. There is no standing around cruising each other. There are no eye rolls, dirty looks, standing around modeling or overall discrimination and attitude that comes with your basic sex party because the mares are hooded. The inmates cannot see who is fucking them and the guards doesn't see what the inmates look like.

The Stallions / Gaurds came to fuck, and the Mares / Inmates are their to be used. 

FREEBALLIN’

 May 6, 2024

       Monday 

I just discovered that one of the maintenance men, a thirty-something Latino with dark brown skin, short wavy hair, and a sexy Spanish accent, wears no underwear.

*Currently running around the apartment trying to see what else I can get him over to fix.* 🤭

A STABLE HAND’S PERSPECTIVE

May 3, 2004

Friday

Link: HORSE MARKET

Last night was fun y’all. I got to work as a Stable Hand.  It was so cool watching all of the Stallions and Mares having a good time.  We had one white hood that was hot as hell getting railed by plenty. 

For those that are unfamiliar, Horse Market is an all male and male identifying sex event.  

The group divides the Tops (called Stallions) from the Bottoms (called Mares) until it’s time for the party. The Mares are hooded and never see the Stallions. Mares with white hoods only get fucked (mounted) with condoms while those with a red hood was fair game for all.  Check out my post, MY FIRST HORSE MARKET.

The moans, the screams of pleasure, and those rock hard stallions was a very hot environment to be in. I’m so glad I got to experience the other side of HM.

 Working as a Stable Hand definitely has it’s benefits as it was a pleasure assisting the mares with their needs. They were more than appreciative. 

Because the mares couldn’t see, the Stable Hands (assistants) were there eyes. Whenever they raised their hand for anything, we would help. 

There were specific protocols how to properly guide the mares to the restroom or another location. Making sure the mares don't trip or run into anything, we were trained to stand the mares up, get in front of them with them behind us. They were to place their arms around our sloulders and move in as close to our backsides as possible. Then we were to inform them that we were going to reach behind and grab each butt cheek. A left hand squeeze to turn left and a right hand squeeze to turn right.

 I definitely got thoroughly turned on moving the mares as I guided them with their bulges pressing into me while I grabbed their asses to lead them. 🤭

Every stallion there was very helpful and considerate of the mares safety and boundaries. 

We did get breaks in which we would take off our uniform and get to play either as a mare or a stallion. 

I would definitely volunteer again as a Stable Hand. I really had a great time last night.

Tonight, Saturday,  is The InterroGAYtion. It is a prison-themed sex party put on by the Stable Wrangler of the Horse Market. I will keep you posted.

STABLEHAND

Link: HORSE MARKET

After about two weeks of waiting, I finally got an email stating that the Stable Wrangler had chosen me to serve as a StableHand for the San Francisco Horse Market on May 3rd. I’m pretty excited to serve. 

As I wrote in my brief response about why I wanted to serve, I am very interested in how it all comes together.  Also, I am more of a one-on-one type of guy.  I perform much better with one person as opposed to group settings. 

Sometimes, I can have difficulty performing in groups because I’m more focused on “performing.” Working as a StableHand will allow me to relax (even though I will be in work mode), which will help me serve better as both a worker and a Stallion.

However, I have always enjoyed those types of sexual environments. The erotic energy from so many hot and sweaty men is phenomenal. 

I look forward to seeing play from a different perspective and I will definitely keep my readers informed.

TIME

I have reconciled with nature and time; that as I age so does my hair color. 

Like Whitney would say, “It’s not right. But it’s okay.”

I WENT IN FOR SOMETHING 🤔

April 8, 2024

        4:10pm

I went to the Apple store today to look at some computers.

Tell me.

Why are there so many damn cute guys that work there?

I heard him saying something.  All I noticed was how sexy his mouth was every time they moved.

Have you ever avoided making eye contact with someone because you just knew they would see all the filthy things projected on that dirty screen called your mind if he actually looked into your eyes? Well…

UPDATE

My Macbook is fried. I'm not majorly shook. It hasn't sank in how many URLs I've forgotten that would easily pop up when typing the first few letters or all the passwords to the sites I had saved or all my music. All My Music. All the men I photographed. Gone.

I will continue to post from my iPad. But the ipad has it’s limits. It’s not as user compatible in blogger.

I will be limited in posting the Image / Video of the Day and I’m having difficulty finding a browser that will let me submit comments on posts I follow. 

Fortunately I do have a lot of my material backed up.  But I also have a lot that wasn’t.  Still I’m not shook. 8 years of stuff bye 💻 🤦🏾‍♂️

SIN OF OMISSION

April 1, 2024 

Monday 

Today, I took down my tent from a one-day camping trip about 30 miles from home. The idea was mainly to test the new tent and mattress I purchased for my upcoming Gear Up Weekend in July.

As I was leaving, I decided that since I was in the area, I would give a former client I used to work for a call.

I worked for years assisting people with disabilities as well as the aging population with their activities of daily living.  Sometimes, I would serve as companionship for individuals. 

This client, Mr. X, often enjoyed getting out and riding his bike for a few hours. Every Tuesday and Friday, we would ride up to 6 to 7 miles. Despite his age and certain physical limitations, Mr. X was very active and looked forward to our riding days. Honestly, I was just as eager for Tuesdays and Fridays as well. It is not every day that one gets to get paid to get fresh air, exercise, and shoot the shit.

Although there was an age difference between us, we genuinely enjoyed each other's company.  Even when I eventually left the company, we would keep in contact and occasionally ride. We had grown from more than just a client/worker relationship. Mr. X, his wife, and family and I became friends. 

After the pandemic in 2020, we fell out of contact, with an occasional call here or there.

Boss would often ask if I heard from Mr. X, and I would reply no.

“Why don't you give him a call.” Boss would continue to prompt.

“If he wants to call me, he has my number.”

“I've called him numerous times; he never calls me.”

Looking back, I realize just how petty that way of thinking is.  

“Regardless of who calls who, you guys are friends. Get in contact with him.”

Boss can be nagging at times. But Damn! he can be so right in his reason.

I gave him a call. We chatted.  He told me he no longer goes out on the trail as his mobility is no longer like it used to be. I also noticed that he forgot a lot of things as I was talking to him about our past rides.

Often, Boss would be in the background of our phone conversations, nudging me to ask him for the chance to visit.

“I don't want to bother him. He sounds exhausted.”

“If you don't, you may never visit because this just may be the new normal for him now,

I decided not to pursue it.

About three months have gone by, and today, I decided since I was in the area, I would give him a call.

I made the call. His daughter picked up the phone and let him know that I was waiting.

After about 20 seconds of fumbling the phone. I was treated with, “Hello?”

“Hi, Mr. X, how are you?”

“Oh Dennis, I'm not too good. But it is so good to hear your voice.”

“Jerry? It’s Mark. I used to go bike riding with you.” I replied.

“Oh yes, Dennis, I remember you.”

About halfway through our conversation, he finally started calling me by my name. 

There were long pauses, and he apologized for not being able to speak for long periods, so I wished him well and got off the phone. 

I decided I wanted to see him. Yeah, he may be weak, he may be demented, but I wanted to see him. I rang the doorbell. No answer.  I rang again. Still no answer. I left a card for him and flowers for his wife on the porch.

As I drove home, I felt the tears welding up. There are so many thoughts of what used to be that is no longer. Life in general, how our bodies grow older, and even in months, how shocking it can be to see someone in a different light than you've seen them before.

I know people who knew me back in my 30s see me now and are amazed at how much weight I have gained or how gray my hair is now, and I'm just like, "Yep. That's life!" 

But to see it in those your circle is always an eye-opener.

The one thing that gets me the most is all the time I spent making silly rationalizations or excuses for not being more active in my friends' lives as time passed. 

I have people I haven't talked to in ages because of silly controversies, not wanting to impose, or just life in general. All the while, the clock keeps ticking.

It is rare that I give out admonishments, but do not put off calling or visiting someone when it's on your heart. Do it.

Of all the sins, the sin of omission is their worst feeling.  I could be guilty as sin itself from something I did. But nothing eats at me more than the sin of omission: knowing what I should have done and not done it. And even worse is when Things are so far gone, or it is too late. Don't wait until it's too late.

FACT #22

 Fact # 22: 

Not a real cowboy.

But fully capable to take down a Bull.

TODAY’S PICK: A CELEBRATORY MILESTONE

 Link: TODAY'S PICK

Today’s pick comes from Felching Pisser, who celebrates his two million visitors mark. As an avid reader of his material, I have always enjoyed his accurate, to-the-point writing style.  He shares real-life accounts of real men having sex and exploring their kinks and fetishes.

As we celebrate FP’s two million milestone, I would like to suggest some reads that I have enjoyed. 

THE PISSING OF GARY M is a scorcher. Every encounter with Gary is a must-read, in my opinion. It is one thing actually to meet one of your readers, but to have the chemistry they both bring to the table is impressive.  Check out Gary M.

SWALLOW MY CUM STUD  is another story that gets one’s juices flowing, literally.

Last but not least, it is one of my all-time favorites.

RE-POST: RINGING IN THE NEW YEAR- ONE ASS AFTER THE OTHER has sparked some of the dirtiest thoughts in my masturbatory mind. To this day, it gets me up and makes me fantasize about the man, the scent, and the taste.

RINGING IN THE NEW YEAR- ONE ASS AFTER THE OTHER  is the original post. This is the post that brings me over the edge to an orgasmic climax.

These suggestions haven't even scratched the surface as there is so much I haven't read yet. I am sure whatever one chooses they are sure to find their own gems in the many writings of Felching Pisser.

FACT 21

FACT  #21 No matter how much I shower, I have a slight musk that won’t go away.  It is heightened when I’m sexually aroused.  Before hooking up I would air out in my boxers in front of the fan until I realized most of the guys were obsessed with my pits and crotch.What once was one man’s insecurity = another’s aphrodisiac.

THE GREAT P🍒SSY DEBATE

October 10, 2023

As I was scrolling through my X account I came across an image of a nude White man standing on one leg with his other leg highly propped up against something exposing his butthole.  The hairs on his ass and around his inner thighs beautifully light brown; even ginger maybe.  The way his hairs grew directing towards his hole made this butt shot way more interesting than the average ass pic.  Needless to say it sparked my attention.

The image had a very interesting caption regarding referring to a man's asshole as a pussy.

"What is this obsession with calling a man's asshole a pussy?  How's the emasculation of a bottom acceptable?  My asshole has never been a pussy, but isn't a top's cock biologically an enlarged clit?  So let's stop emasculating bottoms, so tops can feel more masculine or straight guys can pretend to not be gay."

The poster went on, "Maybe the enlarged clit is why tops cry like little girls when someone tries to fuck them? Hmmm."

Well, first of all I don't scream like a little girl when I'm getting my intestines ripped by King Dong.  

I scream like a full grown banshee. But going on...

Oh boy! That struck a nerve; not in a bad way but in a very good way.  I have long touched on this topic and felt the exact same way in many instances.  However as a man myself, who loves to turn a nice ass into a pussy; When is it okay and when is it problematic? (I am tackling this topic specifically because during my editing for SCOOBY'S LINGERIE I used the term "pussy" at least four times.)

I decided after some consideration to reply.  

"I had the same feeling back in the day.  Buy now somehow I absolutely love the term. (within reason.)

For me, it's not about emasculating the bottom.

I use various terms depending on the mood.  'Pussy' seems to be more at the level where he's open to the point that he as allowed me to go as deep, hard and fast as I can give it.  

Mentally it is an intensity and passion where you both can let loose and be as nasty and say whatever dirty things come to mind.

Sometimes that term can be emasculating if the person is into feminization.  But often (for me,) it is about a level of horniness and raunch that brings that term out.

However, knowing that 'pussy' is not a term that is accepted by all gay men, I usually share a list of my likes and dislikes; using that term as an interest.   And I find out if they are into it or not.

It is definitely something that should be discussed prior to just blurting it out."

He responded,"I appreciate the honesty but may I ask why it is in passion and openness that you rename a gay man's asshole a name of the female anatomy?  Would you be okay with the bottom calling your cock a clit, since anatomically, the clit would at least be correct shared vocabulary or is it only okay to give the female anatomy to the bottom?"

Click here to continue 

SCOOBY'S LINGERIE

PUP SCOOBY

Saturday 9:30pm

9:30pm

Scooby has his chance to bring his head game to the table and does not disappoint.

"Put it in your mouth.  Follow me.  And don't take it out of your mouth. Ok?" I say.

"Um hm," he mutters with his mouth full.

"Be a good boy. You can do it," I say as I have him follow me on his knees. 

"Good boy.  Don't take it out of your mouth."

"Um, um." he mutters affirming his obedience.

"That's a good pup."

I have him stand up.

"Walk towards the bed," I continue.

"I had a lot of things in store for you.  It's kind of strange because for some reason, I just want to fuck you."

I then order him on the bed face down.  As he lay shirtless with his black khaki shorts on; I have a moment to take in his presence. 

I then begin to pull down his shorts.  To my surprise, he is wearing his red lace lingerie under those shorts.  

I have seen a clip of him in lingerie and was very interested in him bringing some. We talked about him bringing them but I was unaware that he would be wearing them underneath.  It catches me a bit off guard to see them on him underneath his shorts.

Seeing what he has dressed underneath got me bricked up.

I am not a total stranger to lace undies for men.  Back in 2017 I had Daryl strip and put on some sexy panties for me.  So I have had a few gender fluid moments in the past.

"Holy fuck," I exclaim.

Scoob knows exactly how to tease me as he wiggles  his hips from side to side while mischievously throwing that ass in the air.

"Turn around on your back and spread your legs."

I just want him on his back long enough to take in that sexy sight.

I have him get back on his stomach.

I bury my nose right between his butt cheeks and inhale with all my might as he moans.

"Damn!" I whisper just before diving in again.

His pussy is so good I repeat again.  I stay there a moment.

"Oh fuck," I whisper.

"It's a beautiful pussy," 

"Do you mind if I call it that?"

"Yes Daddy. It's all yours."

He doesn't mind one bit.

I'm stuck on his hole. Once again I sniff his hole inhaling deep as many pheromones as I can.

"OH, you smell so fucking good," I whisper.

I stand up and lay down beside him.  As we are playing; the video is recoding.  One of the things you cannot quite see in the video is me finger fucking Scooby as he lay there moaning in bliss.

His hole swallows my gloved fingers up as I go deeper.  It is as if it has a mind of it's own. It welcomes the intruders.  As I am fingering him, my cock is pressed against his thigh.  It is leaking like mad.

"Oh fuck!  I could feel your precum.  It's so fucking hot!" He whispers.

"You do that to me," I reply.

"Use me Daddy."

"Oh don't worry.  I'm going to fucking use you boy." I reply.

"But first I'm going to play with this pussy of yours."

"Whatever you want Daddy," he responds.

"Whose pussy is this?"

"It's yours Daddy."

"It's my pussy?"

"It's your pussy Daddy."

"Good boy."

"You're going to give me that pussy tonight?"

"Yes Daddy. Yeah take it!"

10:00PM After foreplay

I lube up and wrap up.  Slowly I insert myself inside him.  As he gets used to me I pick up the pace and start fucking him like I really want to fuck him.  

Pup Scooby definitely earns his title as we both get more aggressive in our fucking.  The erotic energy has turned my boy into a total pup, barking and growling.  The rest is left for you to witness for yourself. 

MY LEATHER HIS LACE

 Saturday August 26, 2017 around 10:00pm

Daryl got in contact with me via Recon and asked if I would be available to play.  I replied letting him know that I was very interested.  

This would be our second get together so I was very pleased that he messaged me.  Even though we only had one session before, I felt like we knew from our past spanking session what our boundaries were; even if we were trying out new things this session.

"When you get here I want you to strip down to your boy panties for me.  You got that?"

"Yes SIR," He said.

"I just..." He hesitated.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I just wanted to say, 'Thank you,' for remembering about," he hesitated again.

He cleared his throat and continued,"Thank you for remembering to call my underwear panties."

"SIR. Do you mind if I step out of role for a minute and talk to you man to man," He asked.

Of course.  You know I am always Mark.  Daddy or SIR gets my dick hard in play but at anytime you need to talk to me go ahead.

"Thank you," He replied.

I don't know why I feel like I need to tell you this.  But I am pretty masculine.  Okay I'm not butch or overtly macho but I take pride in my masculinity.  I just don't know what it is but you make me want to be totally your boy: Even,"  he hesitated again.

"More than boy," He said.

"I don't even know what that means," He continued.

I had an idea what it possibly meant.  But I didn't say anything.  I figured that I would try some things on him and see how he feels about them.  So that's what I did.

When he got to my place, he stripped down to his jockstrap as instructed.

I sat in the chair facing the front door as he placed his clothes in the corner.  I was already hard just by the thought of how I was going to train him.  I got up.  He kept an eye on the bulge in my jeans as I moved closer.  

"You look fucking sexy as always."

"Thank you SIR," He replied with a smile.

"There's just one thing."

"What's that SIR?"

I whispered in his ear,"I don't like those panties."

There was a box to the left of him that had new underwear that I used on my models when I shoot.  It is very rare that I photograph women but I have shot a few in the past so I kept a few unused women panties in a plastic box container.

"There is a red pair.  Put them on."

His expression quickly changed when he saw what kind of underwear they were; A red woman's thong with a transparent, red laced crotch.

"You mean these girl panties?" He said, making sure he was hearing me correctly.

"Put them on." I said sternly.

"Yes SIR."

Slowly and somewhat hesitantly he put them on, appearing as if he really didn't know what to make of the command.

I walked up and got behind him.  I placed one of my gloved hands around his neck and the other arm around his torso and pulled him into me so that he felt my hardon pressing against his ass.

"You're gonna be my boy tonight," I growled in his ear.

I slowly tighten my grip around his neck; not enough to obstruct air but enough to have a firm grasp.

Daryl didn't say anything.  He just started breathing deeper.

"You okay D?"

"Yes," he said in a trembling voice.

"Are you nervous?"

"Yes SIR. A bit."

"This is as far as I go.  Alright?"

"Yes SIR."

I released my grip from his neck and from around his waist.

"Go to the bedroom and get on the bed face down."

While he got into position, I got some lube and condoms.

I really don't know what it was but seeing Daryl laying on the bed in his red lace panties got me horny as fuck.  I prefer my men to dress like men.  I like them masculine mostly so I didn't know why I had a fucking wet spot seeping through my jeans over this guy in panties. I just know I was turned on beyond belief.

"You like those panties D?"

"Um, I really don't know SIR.  I do feel like I'm your boy and I love that SIR,"  He said. 

"Show me how much you like it.  Wiggle that sexy ass for me," I said.

He had no problem gyrating and teasing me with that ass of his.

"Wiggle it!"

Smack!

I gave him a nice firm slap on the booty.

He wiggled and twerked on the bed.  I got behind him on the bed, took off my leather gloves and lubed my middle and index fingers. 

"Keep twerking that pussy."

Pulling the thong string to the side, I slowly began to insert the middle finger inside him as he began to moan.

"Move that pussy," I ordered.

He began pushing out and puckering making his hole expand and contract on my finger.  Slowly I pushed the second lubed finger in.

I pulled my pants off and put on a condom.  I lubed up and began to push in.  I began pumping slowing eventually picking up the pace.

Reaching on the bed, I put my leather gloves back on. 

I love fucking with with my gloves on. The contrast of my leather and his lace panties made me rock hard.  

"Give me that pussy," I said while fucking him.

I could tell he was really getting into me talking dirty to him.

The nastier I talked the more he moaned.

All of a sudden, I felt this amazing surge throughout my body. I knew what that was.  I've felt that before.  The condom broke.

I let Daryl know.  He wanted me to cum in him so he was alright with me barebacking.  

I shot inside him twice that night  and a spilled on his back the third time.

After the last load I asked how he felt about the panties.  He told me it was a bit weird at first but he loved how I fucked him.  He explained that I fucked him much more aggressive with the panties on and he loved how nasty I talked when I fucked him.

I did enjoy tapping into a more primitive side and I know that feeling Daryl's walls with my bare cock helped to send me there as well.