THE GUY IN SCRUBS

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CLEAN SHAVEN AGAIN

The Beard is gone. It was time. 

TODAY'S PICK: STROKE 11

 An excerpt from my latest entry.  Read the full version of STROKE 11.

"How does one come up with the name Meat Beat Manifesto?”

Don’t ask why I think of trivial shit like this so early in the morning.

“Google it!”

Meat beat.

“No. I don’t want a tool to tenderize my food!”

“Let’s go a little deeper.”

I went down the list under Meat Beat.  Mind you, I’m no longer searching the name of the group.  My distracted mind has now seen a Reddit post under the Meat Beat search and there begins my portal of endless dick pics and jack off videos.

THE FIRST AND ONLY TRAIN RAN ON ME

Link: HAIRY CHESTED DADDY

Sometime between 2004 and 2005

I was asked about my hottest fantasy.  

About twenty years ago I often wondered what it would be like to have a train ran on me; so my buddy HAIRY CHESTED DADDY invited four of his friends over to the hotel I was staying at.  All five took turns on me. As hot as it seemed (in my head) The real life experience wasn't as pleasant.

Boundaries were not respected when my friend briefly left. It doesn't take long for me to feel slightly claustrophobic so I brought it up. They continued. 

I was going to write a detailed post about this experience but I feel like we have enough tone deafness when it comes to rape culture and what is "hot." My goal is not to write a "hot" account of what happened but to document that a breach in taking my boundaries seriously occurred. 

Even though it was not a great experience for me, it is still a hot fantasy (having a group of guys fuck me, Just not the ignoring my boundaries.)

What made me decide not to go into detail:

I am usually detail oriented when it comes to documenting my encounters but when I was explaining to a guy that I was playing with the encounter he said,"You know, that story about a bunch of guys? You know that's like everybody's fantasy to be held down like that."

When I told him that it was not fun, he asked me, "Were the guys hot or not?"

I felt my blood boil. It took every ounce of strength not to yell at this guy. But I kept calm and shared my perspective. 

"So what were they doing?"

I proceeded. I could tell he was getting off on what I was telling him. After discovering he was getting his jollies off what I was telling him, I switched up the conversation but it left me so angry.

I will never understand why some guys can't decipher between consensual non consent and assault.  In my case it wasn't even CNC. It was a total disregard for my boundaries.

Earlier, I went into him faster than he could handle.

He quickly flinched in pain requesting for me to halt and pull out a bit to give his hole time to get used to the intruder.  

As a top with common respect for one's boundary and comfort  I pulled out as requested and waited for his signal to proceed.  

I would wonder how he would feel if I ignored his request and went even harder; and then snickered about it like it was actually funny. 

The tone deafness of some men are so annoying it is almost surreal.  

Yes.

By CONSENT I have dabbled in CNC. 

But that is a far cry from actually ignoring one's distress. 

Even though this experience was not a great one for me, it still is a hot fantasy.  I am sure with the RIGHT people I would have been able to trust, it could have been explosive.  

My backdoor has closed years ago.  I do occasionally practice to get it open a bit.  Hell, I would settle for being able to take just one dick if possible!

But who knows? Maybe someone will have the key to reopen that door wide and let all his buddies in.

Only time will tell.

BACK HOME

 Saturday January 11, 2025

                                7:15am

After approx four months in the V.A. nursing facility, my dad was able to come home. He was discharged on December 24th.

It has been more than a challenge getting everything prepared for him to come home.  There was a lot of cleaning, a lot of junk and a lot of getting rid of things that were prized possessions that were either eating up his finances or a danger to him and or others. 

We had no idea if he would notice any of the changes made to the house.  

He has always been very sharp and observant and very picky about how he liked his house.  Although the the house didn't have clutter and it appeared to be immaculate, the invisible isssues with the house is what’s the killer. 

Coming home, first thing he noticed were small details that we had no idea that he would pick up like the certain decorative items removed that were old as time and certain decorations that even I didn't notice of my sister that she brought up from the move. 

Christmas Eve was a bit rocky as we had to explain to him that the only way he was able to be in the comfort of his home is if someone responsible would be with him 24/7 to take care of him.  Having someone literally pack up their entire life and travel close to four hundred miles is a lot.

He is slowly getting used to the change as he gets more into a routine regimen.

There are times when he is as sharp as the young Dad we used to know and times when we are wondering, “Where the hell did that came from!”

While my sister is getting the rest of her things, I'm staying with my dad for the next few days.

Last night when I was changing him, he was watching an old western on the oldies channel. I have no idea what is with older men and westerns, but here we are.

There was this one commercial for a show starring some actor I was unfamiliar with.  He mentioned how he enjoyed his movies.

He said, “He was a good as hell actor.  He had some bad ass movies!  He didn't take no shit from anybody. Women loved the hell out of him. No one knew till later though, he was a f*ggot.”

“Hmmm,” I replied.

“Yeah, just like that Rock Hudson guy who died of AIDS.”

At this point I’m not going to lecture him on political correct terms.  The man said what he said.  It is not as if I didn't hear him use the term for gays often when I was growing up.

For him I don't think he ever paid attention to how hateful the term can be for certain gay men.  It was just another word to describe someone.  The crazy thing is that homophobia in the Black community runs so deep that even those who don’t make a conscious effort to be that way, use some form or expression that is cringe worthy to LGBTQ.

I often found it confusing how he could use such words knowing his son is gay.  But again, it goes back to what I mentioned.

The night is done and it has been a long day. I don't know what tomorrow brings.  I just know that I will be so glad to go home to my husband and sleep in my own bed.

MORE THAN A MOUTHFUL

Originally posted on my previous blog.                            

March 23, 2015

Link: SOUL PATCH

Today I had more than a mouthful.

It's been ages since I've  driven through the old cruise spot (old adult movie theater) so I decide to cruise by just to see what was going on.  Not too long after I get there, a good looking guy comes up and starts checking me out.  He's a forty something white guy.  He has no mustache but he does sport a closely trimmed gray batch of goatee with a soul patch. 

 

He wore shades and a baseball cap.  I drove my car to the back of the theater.  He soon followed after.

"What's up?" He ask. "Nothing much and you?" I reply.

"Nothing much.  What are you looking to get into?"

"I don't know, what about you," I reply.

"Do you like to suck dick," he ask.

"Yeah and do you?"

"Looking to get my dick sucked, maybe suck some dick. You know a place," he responds.

We drive about 15 minutes and park in a secluded area. 

Normally, I mostly top.  I'll suck some dick but most of the time guys either want to blow me or I'll fuck them.  So I figured I'd get a nice blowjob and be on my way.

I walk up to his car and I can see the bulge in his pants. 

Maybe he really is looking for a blowjob.

"It looks pretty thick." I tell him.

"It is." He says with confidence.

He motions me to get in the passenger seat.  I get in the car and he brings the driver seat far back and looks at me while he takes out his cock.  

It is a big one.  It's about 8 inches cut and very thick.  It is long, wide and has light brown crotch hair that is neatly trimmed.

I'm so horny.  I gobble as much of it as I could.  I love the way he pushes his cock deep down my throat.  He's very firm and assertive to pushing my limits, but lets me know he is quite pleased

When I do a good job on his cock. 

It's somewhat of a surreal feeling.  Normally I'm the one with my cock deep down a guy's throat and today I'm taking this huge cock in my mouth as he shoves it in me and starts to talk nasty.

He looks down at me and says,"Yeah ! You're a good cocksucker. You like that in your mouth huh!"  He gives me a grin of approval and then slaps me in the face with his wet, hard dick and tells me to take it.

I don't know what it is.  Something about this guy makes me want to take his cock all day.  Maybe it's the fact that I'm always the one in control, I'm always the one that's fucking face or plowing ass.  Maybe being the one to receive gets me off more than I realized.

Maybe it's the take charge masculinity this guy has that makes me want to submit.  Whatever the case, that thick piece of meat  gave me more than a mouthful to handle but I loved every inch of it.

"You have such a hot fucking mouth! You're a good cocksucker.  I want to fuck you. Do you get fucked?"

"I am usually a top.  But I can bottom.  It just don't happen much."

"Why's that?"

"I don't like how a lot of tops fuck.  A lot don't take the time to get me comfortable.  I'm very tight because I don't get fucked often."

"If I had you alone for one weekend I'd break you in. You'd definitely be used to being fucked and would love it.  Do you like it raw?" He asked.

"No, I don't bareback," I responded somewhat hesitantly.

I know for a lot of guys using barriers for sex can be a turn off.  But I let him know my preference anyway.

"Can I come in your mouth?"

"Sure!"

I start to bob up and down and he starts to pump my mouth pretty hard.  It actually feels as if it's getting thicker the deeper as he pumps.  He's pumping then easing back giving both him and my mouth a break.  He holds my head down for a few seconds, and then it happens..... I feel a warm gush shoot in my mouth but he doesn't let go.  He keeps my head there and he's still shooting.  I try real hard not to swallow but my mouth is getting pretty full.  After a few seconds he lets me up.

Just as we were done, a couple walks by so I have to hold his jizz in my mouth until they leave.  He looks at me with a grin, grabs the back of my neck and pulls my face close to his lips and says,"Keep that hot load in your mouth boy.  You got to keep me in you for now."  I can see the satisfaction he gets from having his load in my mouth and me not being able to do a thing about it but comply.

Finally they leave the area.  I look at him and he nods for me to open the door and spit.

"Next time I want that ass," he says.

"We just have to find a place.  I can host sometimes," I say.

He asks for my number.  I give it to him and we part.  I never expect anything to come from an anonymous hook up nor do I hold my breath.  But who knows?  Maybe in a few weeks you'll be hearing the story of me getting fucked!

This was written a few hours after our hook up, March 23, 2015.  I know specific dates for some of my posts because I have posted them on my previous blog or I have them dated in my personal drafts.  I never did see him again.  But I remember everything from the clothes he wore to the baseball cap to the that sexy smooth face with just a patch of salt and pepper hair on his chin.  I often get hard thinking about how he made me hold his load in my mouth and what It would have been like if he would have taken my ass.  It doesn't matter how much I top, there is always a few good men that could bring me to my knees in a heart beat.  That man is definitely one of them.

2024-2025 Update

I have started seeing him pop up by That Park in the recent years.  Maybe as recent as 2023.  He still looks pretty much the same.  He still has the short gray hair with no mustache and neatly trimmed goatee and soul patch.

He still has his Dominant direction, however he doesn't seem to play physically with anyone.  He mainly beats his meat, watches and spur on others with terms like, "Yeah! Suck his dick!" "Look at that fat cock!"  "Fucking hot dude!"  I don't think I've even seen him shoot while watching.  He's in a way different space from when he loaded my mouth.  But he still looks good while he's stroking and egging others on.

OUT WITH THE ARROW

January 4, 2025

           Saturday

7:30pm

Link: LOGAN ARROW

              PONYTAIL

                    

Since it looks like Logan will be in town for a little while, I figure I would pick him up to go to the local men's club in Sacramento. 

Logan in no way has any problems with learning his way around the city.  He learns the way of the land and how to get where he wants or needs much quicker than any other I have seen.  I am sure he knows the public transportation system better than I do.  I figure since he's here and I don't have anything to do this Saturday, I will pick him up so he doesn't have to deal with public transportation.

About 8ish

We pay our fare, get our towels and keys to our designated lockers, strip down and wrap our towels around our waist and migrate to the area where all the men are.

For some reason I keep my shirt on.  

When Logan sees me, he says, "Oh. You didn't remove much clothing did you?"

By now it is just a habit for me to keep my t-shirt on.  For the longest time I was very self conscious about my midsection (Read: THURSDAY 2:45AM. and THE BATTLE STILL RAGES) but over the weeks I  have been getting my weight down.  Now it is really more of a "I forgot to take off my shirt" kind of thing or "It's fucking freezing," type of deal.

 Logan and I almost always share two totally different experiences going here.  I never have any high expectations when I go to this place.

The music here is bangin'. I am actually pleasantly surprised by the selection tonight.  It has a smooth house groove to it without being overly hyped like the techno they often play.

As I walk by, there is a good-looking Latino guy that makes eye contact with me.  We exchange glances but when I migrate over he looks around the spot and looks right through me as if I was invisible.  Maybe I misread his body language.  I doubt it.  There are so many personality types here.  This one is "the reel you in but only want your attention long enough for self validation" personality type.

Okay, so it's going to be that type of night tonight. 

Meanwhile Mr. Friendly Logan is riding this guy in the fuck van making it rock it back and forth while guys are either watching or staring at each other waiting for someone, anyone to make the first move. 

I am glad Logan is getting his booty busted.  I am just here for the ride.  Whatever happens, happens.  

I walk past the showers.  There is a gentleman that I notice from the last Interrogaytion.  

He is a White man, possibly 50+ with a gray beard and hair.  His hair is long but he seems to keep it in a ponytail.  He is a thin man about 5'7" or 5'8".

"Hey I know you! Well I don't know you, but I've seen you at the last Interrogaytion," I mention.

"Yes. I was there.  You do look familiar."

"Well it's good to see you again."

"I'll see you out there."

I walk down the hallway.  There is a good-looking White guy, tall with a ginger soul patch.  The hair on his head is more brown than ginger.  

I walk up near him and ask if I may feel his chest.  He says yes.  I begin to caress his chest.  I begin to lick his nipples, going down until I get to his crotch.  

He opens his towel.  I open my mouth.

I begin to suck on his cock.  It is already pretty thick flaccid.  It really starts to grown as it plumps in my mouth. 

Although my oral skills got him up, he is preoccupied with checking out the scene around him.  Basically he's searching for the one he really wants while getting fluffed.  As thick as his dick is and as good as it taste, I know he's not fully engaged.  It is not long that he excuses himself and goes after the guy he really wants.

I'm not bothered by it.  I wasn't even expecting that to be honest.  

At that moment Ponytail walks up.  I'm still on my knees.  Well since I'm down here, I might as well get to work.

I start to give Ponytail all that I got with my head game.  I must be doing a good job.   There is a small crowd that forms to watch.  He whispers in my ear,"Do you wanna sixty nine?" 

I openly oblige.  We get on the bed next to the fuck van.  We sixty nine on our sides for a very long time. We finally switch positions as he gets on top and I am on bottom sucking each other.  After a while, my jaw is getting sore.  I call for a break.

As I walk past the sling, I see a bunch of guys in a circle watching Logan getting pounded.  He is making his rounds pretty well.  The rest of my time is spent just walking around. But I do believe I saw Logan sucking some guy off in the van.  He seems to be a big fan of the fuck van.

Around 11:30pm possibly 

We get ready to leave.  

Logan is hungry so we get something to eat.  We chat for a while and I go home.  Maybe later I will tackle the conversation we had.  It had to do with our experiences and how they differ and why.  But for now I am finishing up my entry and going to enjoy the rest of my morning and day writing, while I listen to my Sunday Music.

THE BIRTHDAY BOY

           December 28, 2024

                            Saturday 

LINKS:LOGAN ARROW

                     BEAR GUY

A few days prior to our meeting, Logan and I chatted on Telegram.  

"Let me say it sucks that I won't have a place for my birthday weekend."

Logan recently moved out of his place in San Francisco and has been somewhat of a vagabond since.  He's been traveling from city to city; from Northern Cali to Southern Cali, checking out the vibes, food and atmosphere of each place.  

He stays in hotels in which he finds local men on Sniffies to come and load him up.

Logan is a total slut. 

These are not just my words.  He wears the title like a badge of honor.  When he's in town, I make sure to take a number.  Although I've only loaded him up once (My first time fucking him) and he only does bare, he does make an exception for me.

This trip Logan was in town with a friend of his from Berkeley. 

He is a White, sixty year old, Bearish type of guy with a head and chest full of salt and pepper hair.  His hair, beard and chest leans more to the salt side than pepper bringing out some serious Daddy vibes.

It is no wonder why he his known on Logan's blog affectionately as Bear Guy.

He is built more like a muscle bear with just enough belly to make one want to cuddle up to him. Read Logan's entry APPRECIATING THE MOMENT to get an account of their chemistry together. 

Unlike the other guys in line, Bear Guy and I have earned somewhat of a special place in Logan's heart (as well as his ass.)

I have read the entries on Logan's blog so I know how important he is to him.  I just never met him.

Things were still up in the air as to what we were going to do.  I have been busy with my dad and on my way back driving from Southern Cali to Sacramento so I was unsure what I would be up for. The last few times Logan was here, we just spent time talking or getting something to eat.  Wherever the cards fall, we both enjoy each other's company.

About 4:00pm

We met up at Old Sacramento.  Logan introduced us.  There is a place in Old Sac that is like an arcade but it is all pinball.  I am somewhat of a fuddy dud and am cool with just chilling at home, but I figured I would get a thirty minute ticket and play a bit.  They had an all day pass so they were there much earlier. 

Believe it or not I actually had fun.  It had been over thirty years since I played pinball.  More like over forty.  The games are so much more advanced now than when I was a kid.  

"I could just get a day pass if you guys want to stay a bit longer."

"No! We've been here awhile and we can always come back later," They both insisted. 

They were both hungry and wanted to find a place to eat.

Logan is always good for finding unique restaurants.  Making a decision on where to eat because he is trying to accommodate everyone else, not so good. 

Bear Guy was adamant on making the birthday boy choose where to eat.  He finally decided on a place he introduced me to a few months back.

We got to the restaurant and ordered.  The conversation was pleasant and Bear Guy and I seem to hit it off pretty well.  He is definitely a good element in Logan's life.  Hook ups are nice.  And who don't want to be objectified to some degree! But it is also important to be able to have connections that mean something.  Whether they are platonic or not really doesn't matter as long as they are people one can rely on for whatever type of support.  He has that in Bear Guy.  I can totally see that.  And I believe he knows that with me as well. And I definitely know that with him.

Because I had a busy day driving seven and a half hours, I was unsure how much energy I would have for visiting later or if I would be up for play.  There was also the uncertainty of what they had in mind. 

Taking that Bear Guy was in town for the weekend Logan had a few ideas of going to the local leather bar, Sac Buddies and or showing him the town. 

I wasn't just going to invite myself so I had to think of a way of reading the room.

"Well, Mark. We were just seeing what we are going to do later. We were going to go out or check out Sac Buddies or just hang out at the hotel later." Bear Guy mentioned. 

I'm sensing a bit of tension.  

It's good tension however. 

Or maybe the meter between my legs is registering sex. 

Either way the grin on my face surely gives away what possibly could be on my mind.

"Well, if you guys don't go out I wouldn't mind stopping by.  If that's alright with you guys."

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