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July 31, 2024

    Wednesday

 

 I went to  Southern Cali to spend some time with family that was visiting my dad.  I had a great time. My dad seems to be in good spirits.  He is still stubborn and the relationship between his sometimes girl friend sometimes roommate is fucking weird but hey, that's all him. 

My sister got some papers written up for him to sign and we really talked to him about getting proper exercise opposed to sitting in his one spot all day.  It was good to see him up and walking around. It is still somewhat surreal seeing the active man that I am used to; struggling to walk from the kitchen to the couch but it is what it is.

There are things that I can't do that I used to. I am sure someone is looking at me and saying,"Damn! You don't (fill in the blank) like you used to.  We are all changing.  It doesn't change the difficulty of witnessing it before my eyes, however.

First thing I did when I got home was give my husband a kiss and assured him I am so very glad to be home.  

I will take my domestic chaos over my dad's relationship chaos any day.  Talking about a toxic relationship!  But some people just like crazy so...🤷🏽

But yeah.

I'm glad to be home.  I'm ready to get back to writing and posting and doing my thing.

PAIN PIG PART 2

  LINK: THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF

               PAIN PIG       

Friday June 14, 2024 

                    7:58pm

“Open your mouth,” I commanded.

I guided Pain Pig to the chair to sit while I put down the tarp between the two beds. 

“Is your mouth still open?”

“Yes Sir,” he slurred to the best of his ability.

I guided him onto the tarp and made him kneel.

“Find it.” 

He bobbed until he was able to put my dick in his mouth. I grabbed his head and began to pump as he bobbed. 

“Hands behind your back.”

"You're a hungry little pig aren't you," I continued.

"Yes Sir," he said making sure not to take my dick out his mouth.

"Good boy, I like hungry little pigs.  Are you thirsty?"

"Yes Sir," he said with his mouth full.

"Stay just like that.  Hold it. Don't move."

Slowly but surely, my warm stream started to flow down his throat. It's wasn't a heavy flow by any means but it was enough for him to get his fill and for me to relieve my bladder.  After my piss, I began to face fuck him.

This man had excellent throat skills. I decided to challenge him to see how good those skills really were. As I was pumping in and out of his mouth I pinched his nose to cut off air from his nostrils.  About twelve seconds went by. He was excellent with knowing when to take in oxygen between the thrusts.  Once again, I pinched his nose. another twelve seconds. 

His mouth was total bliss. 

I took my dick out and started stroking.  

"You got me so horny I want to shoot my load all in your mouth but I can't do that right now.

"Yes Sir, Thank you Sir." He said as I smacked my dick on his tongue. There is something so fucking sexy about a man that talks with his mouth full of dick. I'm sure that will always be my protocol when a sub speaks.

LOGAN

LINK:  LOGAN ARROW

May 15, 2024

I arrive at the hotel where Logan arrow is staying.  I knock on the door.  He gingerly opens it being in nothing but his jockstrap.

Logan stands about 5'8" or 5'9".  I am sure he will give the correct measurements when he reads this post.  He's a clean shaven White guy with blue eyes and short dark hair. 

Sometimes he sports light scruff.  But today his face is smooth.

We introduce ourselves and chat for a while.

I explain to him that I had a lot of things going on previously and I ask if I could take a quick shower.  He agrees to my request.

As I turn facing the hotel room from the bathroom, I notice some behaviors that's somewhat curious to me.  I notice that he paces back and forth a great deal. 

I'm a pacer myself so I don't pay too much attention to it.  I also notice a few other gestures that catches my attention.

I never want to make the wrong assumption about anyone so I attempt to think of a way to mention his pacing and making sure he was as relaxed as possible.  However, he beat me to it.

"You're probably wondering why I'm so squirrely.  I have ADHD and I am autistic.  No.  I'm not on drugs."

I smile and say, "I did notice you pacing a good bit."

We have a small conversation about not being like everyone else in the gay community and its challenges.  I share some of my experiences being a Black man in a predominately White society and he shares some of his experiences dealing with thinking differently than others.  The conversation is thought provoking and then like a flip of a switch he pulls out some jock straps.

"Which one looks better on me?"

My favorite one is the white one.  I love how it brings out his bulge much more than the others.

He puts on the white jock and I put on my black t -shirt and baseball cap, naked from the waist down.

I am never beating this urge to fuck in my t shirt and my baseball cap.  I know I overheat and I know I need to have as little clothing on as possible but my security blankets await.

Fortunately, I'm horny enough standing behind him as I caress between his thighs.

I turn him towards me, gesturing him to get on his knees. 

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GEAR UP WEEKEND 2024 -THURSDAY, 11th

 July 11, 2024

        Thursday 

         

2:00pm

I arrived at the Saratoga Springs campsite in Upper Lake California at 2 PM. 

This year I decided to purchase an inflatable tent.  I figured I'd go all out with a tent larger than last year.  I have absolutely no experience nor patience to try to assembling a tent.  I just knew buying this tent that you pump up in "minutes" would be an easy way out.

Wrong!

The damn thing kept going down on one side. 

Pump, pump, pump, pump

Finally I figure that I needed to close the air valve.

Up and down my arms went.  It had only been a few minutes and already I was getting tired and hot.  I had planned and made a conscious decision not to repeat baking myself like last year.  I took numerous breaks to avoid over heating. 

I decided if It would take me two hours to pump this supposedly 10 minute inflatable tent then so be it.  But I was definitely going to get plenty of breaks and drink plenty of liquids.

 

I walked towards the bench not too far from the tent and sat down.

As I was taking a break, a good looking White guy, maybe Latino, with very small white see through shorts came by.  He stood about 5'10" in height, tan olive skin, black hair (very thin on top, almost bald) and a black goatee.  He had a pretty big Prince Albert piercing.  He was built like a MUSCLE BEAR with the hairiest chest.  In the center of his chest was a gray patch that was sexy as hell.

We chatted for a few minutes.

I complimented how much I liked his white shorts.

"I really like what's in those shorts too."

He smiled. 

"Do you mind if I touch it," I asked.

"No! Not at all!"

I reached out to it as it peaked out of his already clear shorts.  I reached from underneath as it dangled and hit his thigh.  I began stroking it.

I then asked, "Do you mind if I taste it?"

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ONE DAY TO GEAR UP

 I have just one more day until GEAR UP WEEKEND. 

This will be my second time going.  Last year was a blast. This year I believe I will be more ready to deal with the heat. I got my fans, a mister and I am definitely going to utilize the air conditioned dungeon more. 

I look forward to meeting up with ZERO, SKY THE SPANDEX BASTARD and Zero’s husband. I also look forward to meeting new men as well.  I definitely look forward to sharing some hot stories from my vacation. See ya soon.

PAPA

Link:

There is a guy on X. 

We've been following each other for quite some time.  I first found him on BateWorld.  He is definitely a bonafide Bator.  Although we never had a bate session together, I know without a doubt that when it does happen, it will be explosive.

He is just as much of an underwear enthusiast as I am. (if not more.) 

Anyone who knows me, knows I love my tighty whities; so seeing this sexy man in his white drawls got me more than eager to get to know more about this man.

Important note:

I have been "corrected" in the past about the term drawls. 

"It's 'drawers' not 'drawls'," I'm often redirected.

Fully aware of the term "drawers," many who have been sheltered from the beautiful expression of Black urban culture, would not get that in our part of town, we wear drawls.  Sometimes we wear drawlz.

Y'all can keep your drawers.  I'm gonna wear my drawls! Class is dismissed............for now.

The Description

This man according to his profile, stands 6’3” at 150lbs with a 32 waist.  He is a mid 40s Black man with a rich dark brown skin tone.  He appears pretty smooth with maybe a few traces of fuzz on his chest and a happy trail that goes down to his bush. He has a narrow jawline in which the vanishing point directs to a small patch of hair on his chin which is a pretty good length.  Not a full beard; but more like a well trimmed mustache and the hair on his chin.

Our interaction began with me sending a message via Bate World.  

"Hey I hope all is well with you.  I will be out for about a week, but would love to talk dirty with you when I'm back.  You are fucking hot... Chat with you soon hopefully," I messaged.

"Hey man, I'd love 2 chat with you too ..." he replied.

Over the last two years, we have kept in contact; liking and commenting on each other's videos and pictures.

August 25, 2023

I sent him my first voice message via X.

"Hey, I just wanted to wish you a happy Friday.  I hope all is well and Damn! I love seeing you in your drawls.  I get hard thinking about it.  I hope to chat with you some time.  Alright. Take care."

Later he responded via voice message,"Hey what's up man..."

Before I go any further, let me describe to the best of my ability what this man sounds like.

He has a very deep voice.  It actually shocked me how deep his voice is.  There is only one description that describes it best: Barry White.

If you know who this man is, then you know what the hell I'm talking about.

He continued,"Damn, I can't believe I'm hearing your voice.  I want to wish you the same..."

He continued, "Trust me.  I love seeing you in your white drawls.  I would love for us to meet up one day just out of nowhere and we both end up bumping into each other... just me and you baby, I would love to hear from you from time to time, If not time to time a lot sooner, if not every other day. Even a phone bone.  I'd love to hear from you.  Take care good people."

"Damn!  I was not expecting that!  I didn't realize how deep your voice is.  I had to take a moment to regroup.  Wow!  You have a sexy voice man..." I replied.

"Hey thank you my sexy brother... You have a nice sexy ass voice yourself.  It's really different because the way you look and the way you sound are totally different And I'm thinking, 'Ahh he sounds like one of those nice guys...'"

I am never beating that "good boy" image when it comes to my voice.  I am never beating that overall "good guy" aura I have.  

Being a former church boy, there are traits about me that I doubt will ever go away and I'm actually okay with that.  It is what makes me, me. It is most likely, in some ways, what attracted Papa to me when he first hear my voice.

He continued, "A real nice guy. You talk all proper. I like that! I love that; the maturity is pretty much how you talk and speak. I love that. Cute and proper. Yeah that works for me."

I couldn't help but to blush like a shy little kid.  I have always been self-conscious about my voice. It has never been majorly deep or very masculine in my opinion.  And it is not the first time I've been told that I don't sound the way I look.  Ironically what I once thought of as an insecurity has turned into somewhat of a sexy thing that others find attractive.

October 6, 2023

I sent a voice message to Papa via the X app.

"Hey how's it going? It's 10:04 PM right now in California.  Believe it or not I actually have some time to myself.  I'm in Los Angeles visiting a friend and I got this hotel.  I'm in my hotel room right now by myself, in my boxers.  I got my legs open and my dick is hard and I was just thinking about you."

"Damn! You're so fucking hot.  I'm actually over here in Houston Texas.  I'm kind of up right now.  I took a long nap... I'm over here in the bed smokin' a blunt, watching t.v. and laying here in my briefs, in my robe. 

It's kind of cool outside tonight.  The temperature in here is kind of perfect.  I just got on my robe and my briefs with my legs open, in my thoughts... and now that you left me that hot message, I'm definitely going to be thinking about you tonight, when I beat my dick.  It definitely made my dick jump after hearing your voice; After hearing that hot message.  I wish I was over there in Cali.  I would definite show up at that hotel door..."

We have messaged text to each other back and forth and left voice messages but have yet to video chat or phone each other. Whether we do or not, I enjoy hearing from him and look forward to hearing that sexy deep voice.

So about the name Papa:

 Every person I write about has a nick name or some type of trait that stands out that helps me come up with a moniker out of respect for their privacy.

Papa is just something that came to me.  Although he may have (I'm not 100 percent sure) some submissive curiosities, His voice is so damn powerful and deep.  

Every time I look at his images that tall lean, tone body covered by all that dark chocolate skin just demands respect without him saying one word.  

He calls me Daddy.  I call him Papa.  It just flows.  

FACT #25 SLUTS

FACT# 25

Daddies, Sirs, Masters, Alphas etc.

ARE ALL SLUTS.

Next time we have our hands around your neck, on the bed, spread eagle, spit in your face and tell you what a dirty slut you are; Remember. 

We’re just projecting.

We just wired a lil differently. That’s all.

But u didn't hear it from me.

🤐😏

TODAY'S PICK: THE 14TH REASON

TODAY'S PICK comes from Mr. Steed. It is a very deep and intimate post called THE 14TH REASON. I am not sure what compelled me to click on the post. Maybe it's the title alone that caught my interest.  I felt the strong urge to know what the reason was and exactly well, what was The 14th Reason. 

Did that make sense? 🤔 Hmmm.

Being a man that really doesn't follow order much; of course I would start with number 14 instead of searching from the beginning to get a clearer understanding. ( I did skim through 13 REASONS WHY / TAPE 1:DAD to see if my assumptions may have been correct. I suggest giving both of these post a good read.)

He touched on how throughout his blogging, he kept his entries upbeat and complimentary of his partners. He talked about cyber bullies, stalkers and how he avoided writing about bad memories and how he felt about certain issues because it just wasn't what the crowd wanted.

He delved into this "On demand" expectation that many readers have of him as well as the expectation to fulfill specific (and I mean specific ) fantasies.

Although I don't know Mr. Steed personally I have had the pleasure of chatting with him a few times and we share similar circles in social media.

After reading his entry I felt inclined to send him a message.

"I Read your post The 14th reason. Holy Fuck! There is so much to say about that...I see the bullshit falls all over.  I thought it was just my back yard.  Thanks for that post."

"... It was kind of crazy about a decade ago when people would say, "Write about The Runt!" "Write about The Gardener!" without realizing that I'm writing about real people and real incidents and that producing a post on demand isn't feasible when I actually have to meet and interact with someone and have a moment worth posting about," he wrote back.

I shared a very interesting moment that took place at a David Gray concert back in 2019.  During the concert people were shouting, "Play this," "Play that!" 

He kindly explained that he plays his newer material first to get people familiar then he brings out his hits.  Still after 15 to 20 minutes people were still shouting play this and that. 

He stopped playing, turned to the crowd and said, "Chill! I am not Alexa!" It was a hilarious moment and he was light hearted about it but he meant every word and it didn't deter him from his set.

There comes a time as an artist, writer, blogger, Hell; as a human being, when we have to do what is best for us first. I told myself when I first started my blog that this blog is FIRST for me and then my readers meaning, I have always used writing as a form of therapy. and with that therapy comes the good, the bad and the ugly. The readers can choose to read or not. But writing is first for me. Then my readers.

I hope for Mr. Steed that He either will or has decided to write first for himself.