A FUNKY GOOD TIME

March 29, 2005

           Saturday

Still a bit out of it from a long night and waking up early, I called Logan to meet up with him.  This is most likely his last day in Sacramento for quite some time before he makes his move to possibly his permanent residence.  Will he still ramble place to place?  I don't know.  But it looks like the state of Washington is his targeted, general area.

Last night (3/28/25) was a long night.  Logan and I had a play date that lasted way longer than expected due to a string of events and or lack thereof. This morning I woke up early to run some errands.  Needles to say I'm a bit tired but I still make it out to see Arrow one more time.  He asks me if I would like to try this one sandwich place which is claimed to have the best meatball sandwich in Sacramento. 

Okay.  I'm not going to lie.  That sandwich is pretty damn good.  He's eager to get the verdict if it's the best I've ever tasted.  I can't make that judgment call because I don't eat meatball sandwiches to that degree to know.  Now if we were talking pizza that would be a different story.  But I will say I was quite pleased with the flavor.

After our lunch we chat for a bit before dropping him off to the library.

Later we meet up on K street.  K street used to be known as K st. Mall.  Back in the day it was where the actual mall was.  There still remains blocks of stores, bars and restaurants.  And with the new arena where the kings play and live concerts happen, the area has come back to life.  Personally I miss the old mall but nothing stays the same forever. 

Today Papa Roach is performing so it's a lively crowd tonight.  Neither one of us are familiar with their music but the atmosphere brings back the nostalgia of when the place was jumping with people, although the new make is not really my thing.

I ask if he's ever been on the Delta King.  He says no so we go for a stroll on the boat.  Across the river are sea lions resting on the deck.  I still find it quite interesting to see.   Although I've read that they have been around for decades they are making more prominent appearances as of late.

Logan's buss arrives at 8:30pm. It is about 7:40pm.  I'm am getting a bit tired and announce that I will be heading back towards my car.  He agrees to walk with me a little bit but not all the way as I parked pretty far. 

As we are walking I am mesmerized by all the low riders cruising the street.  Back in the day before the cops cracked down on cruising, there would be somewhat of a parade of guys and girls showing off their rides.  

Predominately rooted in Mexican American culture, it is something that influenced many Black and Urban communities as well. 

As we are walking down the sidewalk, I notice a young Latino guy with his cigar raised in the air grooving to something.  I can't quite figure it out.  As we get to the intersection, there's a Black family walking by and take a moment to get their boogie on. As we get closer, I totally get the message.  

A group of fifteen or more men and women young and older chilling next to their ride blaring JB's Doing It To Death.  If you don't know who JB is...

I understand the assignment . I look at Logan.

"We gonna have a funky good time! We gonna have a funky good time!"

It seems to fly right over his head.  He is talking about an episode of Wheel of Fortune.  

Earlier I told him I was watching Wheel of Fortune and that sparked a series of quizzes about the daily double. 

Shit! I don't know! 

I did remember one answer. That's about all I got.  Right now I'm grooving. 

Well, it is obvious, he's not feeling James like I am.

I'm am floored that he just is not in the groove. This man is talking about Wheel of Fortune and I'm up here tryin' to take him hiiiiiiiiiiiiiya!

I then realize the funk ain't for errrbody.

I did get a kick out of one Wheel of Fortune story involving Ken Jennings giving the wrong answer for a gardening tool also meaning an immoral pleasure seeker.

Come on. Anybody would have answered the same thing.

What is a ___

All together!

Rake? 

Didn't see that one coming.

The time has come for us to hug and say goodbye.   He turns and go on his way.   I turn and go my way and then I stop and turn around.  I turn and watch him walk away until I can see him no more.  It is something I have always done.  From when I was a kid I would watch my mom or dad's car until it disappeared whenever they went somewhere.  I would wait until a friend made it safely in their home and the door closed.  I did it tonight as he faded into the crowd. 

This is not goodbye.

In the past it would be. But not this time. 

This is not goodbye.

VENOM AND LASAGNA

 March 27, 2025

           Thursday

We finally had our day.  

After months of planning and things falling through, Logan and I finally had our day to hang out before he made his decision to move.  Although it is still in the air where, it's good to know that I did get the opportunity to hang out with him.

Our day started out with Pinball.  

"What do you think?  Thirty minutes?"

"Sure," he agreed.  

We've done this before with BearGuy (in which I just discovered is not really keen on the moniker) and had a good time. Why not have another go at it?

We started out at the back with playing as two.  We both agreed that machine was way too slow. Not enough action what so ever.  He really got into the games that had more than one level for the pinball to go.  

I was having fun which was really a surprise for me.  I don't do much. I can listen to music most of the day a just chill.  I never really found something that gets me majorly excited; no real hobbies.  I never got into video games or anything else so pinball would be the last thing on my Bingo card.

Almost every game Logan would be like how about this one? How about that one?  It is pretty cute how excited he gets with things he's passionate about. 

As much as I was having a good time, I still didn't get that rush that I was looking for.  

There is one Pinball game I haven't tried yet.  

It is this really loud red Pinball machine that basically stands out from the rest. Kind of like a sore thumb. It kind of looks out of place in all the cool toned machines that have minimal designs and distractions compared to this one.

"I want to try this one."

The name of it is called Venom.

For the most part most of the games are pretty similar in my opinion. I am sure Logan would beg to differ. He has detailed blow by blow information of the workings of pretty much every one we've played. 

Venom however feels a bit different.  Maybe it's the colors that stand out. I'm not quite sure, at least not for now.

As I hit the pinball and rack up a few points, another ball flies out giving me a little more to work with.  Before long another pop out.

"Holy shit!"

Now I got my hands full.  Beyond trying to keep afloat with all these balls coming after me I have to remember not to yell out too many obesities next to  the kids playing to the right.

Now we have four balls.  Maybe even a fifth?

Somehow they all seemed to get stuck so Logan called the front desk guy to clear the gutter area thingy for them to go down.  

Our time is almost up.  I'm not ready yet.

"What do you say? Another thirty minutes?"

"Sure."

We get another round in for thirty minutes. I am bent on tackling this monster called Venom.  

After a few minutes in, it is time for me to sit down. my feet are a bit sore from standing so long. 

After our time in the Pinball arcade we migrate to yet another place I enjoy.  It is a store that sells various balsamics and olive oils.

The flavors 

After the shop we decide what we want for a late lunch.  For quite some time we talked about going to a certain restaurant that serves Raclette on just about everything on Thursdays.  Unfortunately the restaurant no longer serve that.

Logan decided that he wanted me to to expose him to a new food experience since he was always so good at getting me to try new things so I decided to take him to an Italian restaurant that in my opinion serves the best lasagna I have ever tested.

The verdict: 

He liked it.

I wasn't majorly hungry but I did want to dine with him and since he was always hipping me on to new experiences. I figured it was my turn. He did remind me however, that it was I who introduced him to bondage.

I ate half of mine and saved the other half for Boss since he loves their Lasagna.

I dropped him back to his motel room and spent a little time chatting with him. then I came home.

Altogether, I had a great time with Logan.  We'll see what 3/28 has in store for us.

LET'S MAKE IT HAPPEN

I chatted with Logan.  We have been chatting more lately.  I am glad we worked things out. It is not as though we had a falling out of any sort it just felt as though the chapter of our friendship was closing for good and I didn't want that to happen.

The future is unsure of where he will be living.  California somewhere is a slim possibility. But wherever he goes I do wish him the best.  As for now he plans on a trip to Sacramento this Thursday.  

Lately we have had terrible luck getting together for anything as there has been things coming up with my dad that sent me to Southern Cali.  The last time Logan ended up getting sick so hopefully this time all will work out.  I do look forward to meeting up with him again.  Possibly do the restaurant thing we've been trying to set up for months.

Fun dom

 "You are a fun dom..."

I am not going to correct him.  At least not yet.

I'm pretty sure he knows what he is doing.  

I don't get hung up on honorifics, titles or "What to address me as" 

but I do observe behaviors and patterns.  

And I keep that shit filed in my bullshit folder.

I may or may not use it against him 

depending on how much I want to invest into this one 

and how worth it  he makes the investment.

SOUTHERN CALI

Feb 11, 2025

Tuesday  6:23am

It’s 6:23am twenty three minutes after I heard my father rumbling around in the laundry room to get clothes out to start his day.  He is fixated on going places that he doesn’t need to go.  He is constantly wobbling around the house without his walker putting him at risk of falling. No matter how much he is told to use his walker it doesn’t register with him. 

My sister recently had a lock put on the laundry room door so that he couldn’t get in there and possibly get hurt. It is literally like dealing with a child. 

I know this. 

I’ve worked as a caregiver for quite some time.  It is however a totally different dynamic when it is a family member that one is taking care of. 

I have seen client’s family members where they are the only ones there to care for the loved on.  I do not wish that on my worst enemy. 

For my sister she has me to assist with his business and financial affairs.  But living over four hundred miles apart, there is very little relief I can provide.  So far from January this year to this week of feb 10th I have driven approximate five trips down. The time before last, one week and having to return the following week.  The drive is becoming a lot. And air travel is expensive. It will be close to a month before the VA will get a caregiver in and even when they do, the max is 9 hours a week. Well, I guess it is better than nothing but…

It is not all gloom.  My father looks better than he ever looked in any facility. He is gaining strength in his legs and walking more. He just needs to do so with his damn walker.  This is a short trip. I’ll be home. And though I’m glad for the opportunity to spend time with Dad, I am ready to go home. 

I’m a little late on this one as a lot has been going on. Things have calmed down considerably since this. There is still a lot that leaves me floored.  For example, how my sister still calls me telling me how many times she’s told him not to put his dirty briefs in the kitchen garbage or how she constantly tell him to get cleaned up and dressed for physical therapy like he really has the capacity to say, “Okay!” and actually get up and do it. It is like two people living in their own reality. 

It is better but it sometimes gets worse. But for now it is better. It is better because I'm learning how to deal with a whole lot of things I used to put my head in the sand to. Now dealing is no longer an option. It is definitely a sharpening instrument for me. Like it or not.

DRAINING

 Narcissistic people are so fucking draining.

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PROSPECTS

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March 12, 2025

I hate to get ahead of myself and yell out possible play mates because it always seems to fall through. I have two potential subs interested in playing.  Both are from Recon.

I'm always intrigued when a sub reads and shares their delight in certain blog entries and how it resonates with them.

Both subs have shared how they enjoyed my blog.

It is not a prerequisite.  But knowing that someone has taken the time to read my blog lets me know that they actually read my profile.  

One thing I mention on my profile is, "To get to know me better, visit my blog."

That lets me know that they are at least somewhat interested in who I am and what I am about.  

I am not going to get too ahead of myself.  We'll see what happens.  Either way I look forward to the continuation of our vetting process however it turns out.

So I have two potential subs, and I have the potential to be a sub. 

If this actually takes place this will be the first time in over fifteen years that I have fully submitted to another man. 

Here is the kicker.  I actually reached out to him! There are some profiles that really hits home with me from certain Doms.  

As one may know about me, I have no big hang ups with giving it up to someone I feel I can trust.  Yes tapping into being in a vulnerable space will be very different for me, but a good Dom will know how to get me through those rough patches of resistance. And in doing so it won't be about power struggle or surrendering.  With this guy it just seems more organic.  But with all of this we will see.

I am eager to see where these three journeys will take me and where I will go with them.

TRIMMED THE RESULT

 Well, I tried to find a before and after but no such luck. Actually looking at it, it may not seem as though I trimmed much. But there is definitely a difference. I will , most likely be trimming again soon. We’ll see.

By the way this is by special request from an Anonymous reader. Not sure if it makes it look huge but I do like that the trim makes it more visible. 

TRIMMED

I have been trimming lately.  

Most of my life has been full bush with an occasional period of trimming or shaving altogether.  I never found totally bald very attractive but occasionally I have enjoyed the process of it.  When I'm on my knees I love the sight of a hairy bush as well as rubbing my face in it and taking in the masculine scent of a man with a nice bush.

For myself, it is more of a situation of waking up with more sweat in my crotch area than I am comfortable with. 

I sleep in either PJs or sweats and my underwear.  It's fucking cold at night! But at some point I get so hot I am sweating and it is mostly between my legs.  Free balling or sleeping nude is so not my thing. 

Trimming seems to be helping with the perspiration.  I'm thinking about switching out my briefs for boxers at night as well.  

There is another reason I have been turned on to trimming. 

For some reason I get extremely horny when I trim. looking down at my crotch and feeling the razor buzz on my balls and down the sides right between where the balls end and the shaft begins.  Those are my magic spots. 

It has been a long time since I've masturbated more than once in a week. But seeing my new cut and feeling the buzz on me has sparked more activity lately.

So I guess for now trimming is my new thing.

OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF MIND

 February 25, 2025

It has been awhile since I checked in with my friend Logan.  I decided, before I sent him a message via Telegram, I would catch up on a few of his blog entries.

It has been a challenging  few months for him since he decided to pack up his stuff and pretty much go wherever.  As usual he would write about various restaurants and the foods he enjoyed or not enjoy.  He would write about his days going various places.  Most of all, because his blog is more of a sex blog, he would write about his latest sexcapades and encounters with various men.  As a matter of fact that is how we actually met.  

It is very rare to make friends from hook ups.  But actually mostly all of my gay male friends have been from some type of sexual experience or event.  Either I've met them through a phone chat line, (For those old enough to remember, you know what's up) online hook up, or sexually themed parties / events.

He wrote in his entry about some of his woes of his stint in Sacramento.  He chatted about one guy he felt might have been a connection but Logan came to the conclusion that the guy had his fun with him and was done. The old case of Hit It and Quit It.

He mention that he doesn't bother to send me messages. 

"That means Sacramento is more or less done, though I will miss the fuck van..."

The fuck van is an old funky looking van placed in the center of the dark room area of Sacramento's spot for gay men. 

I couldn't help but feel hurt by this one particular post.

Why?

I believe because we spent time together, hung out, went to the museum, he introduced me to different restaurants that as a native I didn't even know existed.  

I left a reply, "The hardest part reading is when you said that you don’t bother to message me.

I know things have been crazy with my availability over the last few months but that was disappointing to hear.

How the whole few phases felt to me:

I don't message Mark. I'm done with that chapter but I will miss that fuck van.

Wow."

He did reply and mentioned that he's come to terms that he probably will never see me again.

"...I'm doing that with a lot of things lately."

Again.

"A lot of things."

There is so much more to write about on this subject.

I am not here to make him a villain . He is a very sweet man. And I am sure he has responded and we just need to work it out. It does hurt a bit when you think a friendship would be a little worth fight to keep it going no matter how far or or how often we chat with each other.

I am in no way talking about a romantic relationship. I'm just talking about a friend whether it is with "benefits" or not. 

REMEMBERING THE LOADING DOCK

 Saturday

9:30pm

I Jumped in the shower, dried off and put my plain white tee shirt on with my black leather vest.  I was wearing my comfortable yet bulge revealing blue jeans.  I just trimmed my goatee, brushed my super close buzz cut and put on my black ball cap.

The choice of footwear of course was my leather boots with the buckle.  After all the bar of choice was a leather bar.

10:40pm

I picked up the keys and headed to the Loading Dock in South of Market.

11:15pm

I walked into the bar and order a beer.  The atmosphere was dark.  Not a bad turn out.  The crowd was a little thin downstairs but there were plenty of hairy muscle bears, otters, Daddies, and Daddy's bois to enjoy as eye candy.  I was even lucky enough to spot two other brothas in the place besides me.

11:37pm 

I finished my beer and got ready to cruise the place.  The thing I loved about this bar is that you didn't have to pretend like you wanted to start a deep conversation, blah, blah, blah or play this cat and mouse game of “Is he interested or not.”  The guys here were just as horny as I was and it showed on their faces or in their pants.

11:53pm

I spotted one of the Black guys that I saw earlier.  He was about 5'8" to 5'9" medium complexion with shoulder length locs.  I went up and introduce myself.  Within 3 minutes he let me know he was only interested in White dudes.  No problem: We all have our preferences.  A large part of my experience with other Black guys is that they preferred Whites to Blacks, which, again was no problem.  Being the international lover that I am, I've been fortunate to appreciate many cuisines of the male spectrum.  And it never failed.  Being one of the few Black guys that visited; these White dudes would be on me like white on rice.  (No pun intended. I just heard that.)

11:57pm

I made my way upstairs where the real crowd was.  

To the left, a guy was bent over another guy's knee getting spanked bare ass.  To the right was a dude dressed in leather head to toe walking his "pup" on a leash.

In between were circles of guys blowing and being blown and a guy with his pants below his ankles getting plowed against the wall.  Every thrust was like pounding a nail into the wall. That had to hurt, not only for his ass but for his whole front body that was being pounded against it.

The smell of leather, spit and all other bodily excretions were heavy in the air.  

Being so mild mannered, my friends would shit bricks if they knew this side of me.  What attracted me to these places?  All I can say is that we all have a Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde.  And Tonight Mr. Hyde was looking for his fuck toy.

Walking through the room I got stopped twice by two different guys who were looking to fist.  After making it known that nothing was going up my ass, I was complimented on how nice my hands looked.  I wasn’t ready to try my hand in what they were hinting at so I excused myself and kept on with my cruise. 

Down by the bar area the 2nd Black guy made eye contact with me.  He was very hot but much taller than the other Black guy.  He stood at least 6'2”with some killer biceps.  As hot as he was I really had my eyes on the other guy.  He had those beautiful long locs that I would have loved to have pulled while drilling deep from behind.  And plus he was just the right size to man handle.  The 6'2" guy was hot but definitely not one I would be able to throw around in bed.  

 After getting cruised by 6'2" (we'll just call him that since we never introduced ourselves.) I decided to turn back around to the upstairs play pen.  I found my spot where I decided to nest and observe the activities going on around me.  After about ten minutes 6'2" came and stood from a distance grabbing and rubbing his crotch that was growing.

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ROUND ONE

The door to the hotel room is cracked open.

It opens slowly and gently closes it.

The fifty something guy with a short salt and pepper hair cut comes through the door. (ethnicity remains unknown) He is a good looking man with a matching goatee. Thin and smooth with the exception of his facial hair, he strips down to his underwear and gets on his knees in front of the door as instructed in the text.

I walk up to him, migrate behind him and place a bandanna over his eyes. I go to my drawer of goodies and pull out a collar and leash. After placing the collar and leash around his neck, I walk him to the bed as he crawls on all fours.

Knelt at the edge of the bed he pokes his ass out as instructed.  Although he doesn't know it yet, he waits for the first smack to make impact with his butt cheeks as I begin round one of his spanking.

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I pump at a steady rhythm.  He begins to grip the sheets on the bed as I go harder and faster.  I love seeing that.  It drives me into beast mode.  I pump as hard and fast as I could.  He is loving it.  His hole is literally devouring me up.  I am totally lost inside this man.  

DENIAL

Originally posted on my previous blog

October night 2018

It was a rainy night in October. My partner was out of town for the week and I had the place to myself.  I got on my Recon account to check out who was on and looking.  After about forty five minutes of scrolling I decided I had enough when I received a message.

"Hello Daddy.  I liked your profile."

I answered back.  We chatted for awhile. Most of the conversation on his part was how much of a dirty slut he was and how he needed to be humiliated and disciplined.

He went on how he wanted me to choke him with what he called my "Big Black Superior Dick."

I informed him that I was not into humiliation (well, not extreme humiliation) nor was I into being worshiped. 

I also made it known that penetration was not a guaranteed part of getting together.  

"That's okay Daddy.  You can do whatever you like with me.  You can spit on me, fuck me....." 

Yada, yada, yada, blah, blah, blah. 

“Anything?” I repeated confirming his statement.

I gave him the address to my place.  Then I gave him specific instructions to follow once he arrived.

He did as I requested.  He took off everything but his jockstrap, walked into the main bedroom, got on the bed face down, ass up with his hands behind his back.

I walked in.  No leather.  Nothing but my white tank top and some blue checkered boxers.  

I had a bunch of metal items that clanged together in a box.  I put it on the bed behind him on the right side.

He turned his head to look back but before he could; I put my black bandana over his eyes.

"What are you doing in grown folks business?"

He chuckles, "Sorry Sir."

"Hello Handsome," I said as I gave  him a kiss on the cheek.

"Hello Sir."

"I'm glad you could make it. Can I get you

anything?" I asked. 

"No thank you Sir."

"Nothing? Not even a bottle of water?"

"No thank you Sir."

"Ice tea? Milk? Juice?"

"No really I'm fine." He says.

"Margarita, kool aid, ketchup?"

He lets out this funny giggle and says,"No Sir.  I don't want anything." 

"Ball gag, lube, butt plug?"

His face lit up with a mischievous grin.

"Oh I'll take all three."

"Oh, sorry. Mission impossible.  You just said you don't want anything."   

"So is this how you torture your subs?" He asked.

"Oh!  I'm just getting started," I replied.

I searched through the box and found a pair of leather restraints. I grabbed his wrists and locked them together.

"I'm going to help you up.  I'm going to remove your jock." 

Pulling down his underwear got his cock stiff quickly.  He got even harder and began to precum when I rubbed his jockstrap in his face.

You like that?  Smell that funky crotch of yours.  Now open up."

I placed his jockstrap in his mouth to use as a gag.

"I'm going to take these restraints off.  But keep that jock in your mouth.  You here me?"

He replied with a muffled, "Yes Sir."

I am not a big fan of eating ass but I love to sniff a horny butthole.  

I started my way from his right foot, sniffing up his thigh.  He was moaning  and squirming uncontrollably.  Maybe it was my nose or facial hair that was tickling him or maybe he was just enjoying being sniffed like how a dog sniffs another.  

What ever the case I kept my face buried between his legs for quite some time.  He had a beautiful scent. There is nothing like a nice clean hole.  If buried deep enough you can pick up the hidden man funk that somehow no matter how much one washes, it comes out in a horny state.  I could smell that man juice hitting my senses as my nostrils continued to go  as deep as I could in his hole.

By then he was literally making muffled screaming sounds.  He raised his head up and began twerking that butt in my face trying hard to get my nose to go deeper in that fuck hole.

I had him totally over the edge. There was just one way to send him over and that was to go there with my tongue so I made the exception and began getting that hole wet and sloppy but most of all horny.  I reached on top of him to pull that jock out of his mouth.

As soon as his mouth was free he said,"Fuck me with that big fucking cock."

I was hard as hell.  My boxers were still on but wet as fuck. I pulled my drawers down, spit on the tip rubbed it evenly on my dick and placed my cock  right near the hole.

"Fuuuck Meee!" he said.

He began to do his twerk.  This time against my dick.  I pulled it back.  He kept doing this and each time I pulled back.

"Nope. I'm not giving you this dick tonight." I stated.  

A guy a long time ago called me a "fucking tease."

He meant it in the most respectful and playful way but also out of sheer frustration.  And though I would have love to have fucked him. I was teaching him discipline. 

This gentleman left the play session probably more horny than he began.  But the next time we met It was explosive.  He got my dick and he got it good.