YOU CAN VISIT MY ROOM

 November 15, 2025

                  Saturday 

I had just finished my chores.  Boss was in the other room we call the office in a conference call with his co-workers.  Just to check, I made sure Boss didn't need anything while I went out.  I decided since I was officially off husband duty for the time being, I would see what I could get into.

That Park was excessively slow.  Even though I was a bit horny, I didn't feel like it warranted camping out so I decided to leave.  The only other place to go was the one place with the fuck van that I mostly had bad luck with.

"Do I really want to spend money on this place?"

Even though it is not that much, I really didn't see myself going to that place.  Sniffies was a bust since it appears no one on that app hosts.

"The place with the van wins.  I guess."

I checked in and got a Queen sized room.  Normally I would just get a locker and cruise the facility.  This time I decide to get a room.  I have no expectations here.  If I get a room I could spend some time edging and bating.  It may seem a little expensive to rent a room at a sex club just to jack off. 

I figure I am definitely worth it.  I have more privacy to do what I want and this would give me more material to add to THE MASTURBATION CHRONICLES. 

I get my key and towel and walk toward the hallway where the rooms are.  My room is the first room on the left coming from the entry way.

I remember this room vividly.  It is the room that I invited The sexy Latino  back to fuck him and then later watched him get fucked by a few guys as he had his door cracked open across from my room to put on a show.

I go into the room, put my things away in the locker  and head toward the shower.  

I lather up the soap and begin my bathing process.  At this point there is no-one  in the showers. 

I begin to stroke myself more as a fluffing process.  I'm not getting hard.  I dry off and walk to the main area.  This is the area where the big screen plays gay porn.  The screen is muted as not to interfere with the bathhouse beats bumping throughout the establishment. This area has two long leather benches that connects to make an L shape leaving open space in the center floor. To the left is where an actual van is with no doors. It is what LOGAN ARROW calls the fuck van.

I take a seat.  Across on the other bench are two guys making out.  Next to them is a White guy, maybe late 50s early 60s, beating his dick as he watches.  We make brief eye contact.  I inch closer but he's not interested.  I sit back and focus on getting my dick harder as I watch the porn.  

Honestly most studio porn doesn't do much for me. I've gotten so used to enjoying my own videos that I'm not really turned on by other's porn anymore.  Unless it's mine, a buddy of mine or watching a person or persons in real time, I could do just as good without.

White dude across from me has a nice dick and body.  But I am not turned on if the other person doesn't reciprocate interest.

I decide,"Fuck it!  I already know how it is for me here." I decide to go to my room like I originally planned.

I get up to go to my room when a Black guy walks by in a short white towel.  Maybe it's a medium size for the rest of us.  This guy is maybe 6'3" or 6'4".  We glance at each other as I walk by.

The one thing that stuck me the hardest was his smile.  A little flirtatious but mostly very friendly.  I get flirtatious often, but friendly is a whole different level.

I do a full turn around.

"You just got here?"

"Yes."  He replied.

He gestured to the couch most graciously.  A total gentleman.

"I actually got a room.  You can visit if you like.  It's room #2."

"I will do that," he replied.

I step into the room and get on the bed.  

I would love it if he visits but I don't hold my breath. A guy that hot will definitely be distracted by someone. 

I close the door, take off my towel and work on getting myself up. 

Nothing.

I decide to move in front of the mirror.  Maybe I need visual stimulation.

I'm still not feeling it.  I decide to crack open the door to show off.  I'm not really the exhibitionist. That makes it worse.  

Just as I get my towel on and get ready to cruise the area, The Gentleman comes around the corner just before I close the door.

"Ah, you made it."

He gives me a smile.

"I told you I would." He says as I pushes the door, stopping it from closing.  He waits for me to walk in as he follows behind. 

"Do you mind," he asks waiting for the okay to unwrap my towel.

"Of course."

I love those animalistic lustful romps when both

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SWEET EIGHTEEN

 Link: THE INTIATION

Around 1987 or 1988

I was either 16 or 17.  I had three friends that I hung out with often. We would often catch the buss to the mall, check out the arcades and go to Tower Records and listen to the latest music that was out.  I was the music fan.  Often we would break up and they would go to the book store while I was stuck on the headphones. 

They would often come back laughing and talking about the mischief they got into. On this particular day they came back and dragged me to the book store.

“What!” I shouted trying to figure out why this time they would drag me from my music. 

“Just come here,” they coaxed, clawing me away form the headphones.

They walked me to the magazines. Anthony being the tallest would reach back to the furthest magazines and pulled out one with a guy in sexy short shorts.

Almost instantly they opened to the page they wanted to show me. It was a picture of two guys dressed in cowboy hats and boots fucking.  One guy was on top of the fucker, riding him reverse cowgirl style. Before then, seeing two guys entangled like that seemed impossible.  I've seen straight porn with a guy and a girl in that position but never two guys. 

They were just snickering and giggling as much as they wanted to. 

I found it quite unique that out of all the dirty mags in the back, the gay one would be the one they would pick.  But enough about that. 

I had to wrap my head around seeing a picture of a guy with a penis inside his butt while he's on top taking it.  

We decided to go to the arcade after the book store but my mind was still in that store thinking about the logistics of what I've witnessed. 

I assure you, that is not where my dirty thoughts started.  But this is where my Initiation into consuming gay porn started.

I found myself secretly visiting the book store to check out the gay dirty books when the clerks weren't paying attention.  

I believe by 17, I was sneaking mags into my back pack though my guilty conscience caught up with me. Some times I would actually sneak the mags back into the store after a few days of entertaining myself with them.  

Believe me when I say my moral conscious is a mother fucker. 

I'm no goodie two shoes, but I know my conscience will bug the living sanity out of me if I don't somehow redeem myself. This is not always the case, but at least 8 times out of 10 I suck at being a criminal.

The old back pack trick. Way before leaving your bags at the register.  Way before video cameras galore. That back pack hid a plethora of smut in its day. I actually had more porn in my backpack than school books and homework.

And then 18 happened.

18 was a happy time for me.  I was old enough to vote. I will never forget being so ecstatic to finally participate in my new civic duties.  It was a time of growing into adulthood and learning responsibility. It was also a moment in time when I could do grown up things that were forbidden as a youngster.  

Forget alcohol! I never like it anyway.  Drugs were never tried. I didn't like taking aspirin let alone some kind of recreational drug.  My grown up thing was walking into that bookstore as big and bold as I wanted to and pick up that latest issue of Inches, Mandate, Drummer, Honcho and Playgirl.

The fact of the matter is, I was never that big and bold. I always took them to the most secluded spots in the store to look at them.  When I found the ones that I wanted, I would wait until no one was around to make my purchase.  

It would take me to about the age of 21 to actually be bold enough to walk up to those registers without major embarrassment. But 18 was my breakthrough moment when I could legally be a buying pervert.

Some time between 17 and 18 there was a girl in high school that liked me.  I really wasn't physically attracted to her but we went steady anyway.  She did it because she wanted some Mark. I did it to get everyone off my back as to why I didn't have a girlfriend by then although I did like her as a friend.

We actually became very close.  I took her to her prom. We went to separate high schools but we saw each other regularly as we didn't live far from each other.

We stayed at each other's house listening to music.  She was just as much of a music lover as I was. We were the perfect buddy team.  

One day while visiting, I put my back pack down and ended up leaving it at her place.  

Holy shit!

I hoped and prayed that she didn't open my back pack.

That next day, She called to let me know that my back pack was in her room on the ground.

It felt like my heart stopped.

This is where my memory gets foggy.  She did open the bag and looked inside.  I cannot recall her asking me about it then or if it stayed one of those "don't ask don't tell" kind of things until we broke off as just friends.  We are talking 36 years ago, way before I took accurate notes in any journal.  I do remember the anxiety I felt the next time I saw her.

About a decade or so would go by. Every now and then I would receive a surprise phone call from her and we would chat like it was just yesterday day.  

During one of our conversations she confided in me that there was a lady that she had been talking to. that she really liked.

"Talking to?"

It still flew over my head. It wasn't until she asked me some advice how to pursue that, I understood fully what she was talking about. It was then when I brought up the backpack incident and officially came out to her.  She mentioned that she did see what was inside. 

We laughed about it.  Her asking for advice was her way of coming out to me.  It always amazes me people who aren't "born" gay nor know at an early age, how they get involved. She shared her story which shed some light. 

We would keep in contact even after years of not hearing from each other and change of phone numbers and addresses.  It has been almost 15 years since we have talked. We are about due for another phone call.

LOAD 7???

LINK: LOGAN ARROW

 The gentleman that provided Load 6 to Logan  will have a specific tag once I find out what his identity is on Logan Arrow's blog ARROW FLIGHT

November 17, 2025

I receive a message from LOGAN informing me that he's in town.  

"Oh I will try to stop by sometime tomorrow," I replied.

November 18, 2025

Tuesday 2:37pm 

I message Logan on Telegram.

I ask him how his day is.  He mentions that the night prior, he had a tallboy of Earthquake which had him pretty fucked up. Although he usually can handle it, this one was tough.  Usually when in town Logan gets the dick. And I mean plenty.  The last few times were slow for him and he had the hangover thing going on so preparing for an active night was in the air.

I baked an apple pie that I got from the store.  Just one of those you bake for forty minutes and there it is.  I figure I would bring him a slice since he is always introducing me to restaurants and various foods. 

Okay. A pie that you get out of the box from the store is not what anyone would call an exquisite dessert.  I just thought I would bring him a piece and chat with him for a while before I go back to check on Boss.

I got to Logan's motel room.  We spent some time chatting.  It wasn't long that I remember what I forgot to bring with me:  The slice of pie.

Well, hopefully there's tomorrow.

I tell him I'll be by the next day to drop the pie off.

"Sounds good. I'll see if I have a guy in me when you arrive."

"Cool," I reply.

I have always wanted to be in on a guy receiving a cum dump.  Not so much to participate but to just be a total voyeur and watch.

Wednesday, November 19, 2025

I told him that I would be up around noon but ended up messaging him forty five minutes later.

He was looking for time to shave and prep anyway. I actually showed up much later in the thought that he wouldn't be fully prepared until around 5 or 6pm.

"Which room?"

He told me the room. "A.K.A the best ho room."

6:42pm 

I received a message from him. I believe I first messaged him on sniffies after recognizing his profile pic.

"I know that ass! It's Mark. Any takers?"

"I just got my third. Huge dick. took effort."

"For the record, guy 4 showed when guy 3 was leaving.  You will have fun things to read lemme say."

"Holy Fuck I missed it!" I totally miscalculated that one!  I wanted to be that fly on the wall when he was getting pounded.  I totally missed out on that opportunity.

"Damn! I always miss it!"

I decided to take off to his motel to see if he would have any more takers while I'm there.  This time I'm not forgetting the slice of pie I promise.

As we spend some time chatting, he's getting hits online. His ass is sore from #3 that stretched him out.  I'm sure there will be a juicy story on his blog about it.

He's unsure if he should continue or call it quits.  We kind of both just play this evening by ear.  As it is, I am at the motel to spend some time with Logan and chill for a moment.  I would love to watch if another guy shows up.  But that depends on the guy.

A little later Logan does receive a few more messages on Sniffies.  There is a guy that is interested in depositing his load in him (this would be Load # 5) but he wants to know if anyone else would be there.  Logan is somewhat torn.  He really wants to get loaded up some more but he is a bit sore and he also wants to spend time with me.

I enjoy my time with Logan very much. I would feel guilty if he had other opportunities to play and the one thing stopping that would be me being there.  I suggested that I could leave the room and go to my car until he was done and then I'd come back up.

I leave the room and walk down to my car. 

             

Before I get my foot in the car I see a cute Latino guy from across the way walking towards the motel door.  It was if he knew I was there with him and was just waiting for me to leave.

He was maybe six feet.  He had massive shoulders and arms.  He was dressed in all black.  A total stud.

I watched as he stood knocking on the door and disappeared behind the closing door.  

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ASIAN DUDE AND THE MED DELIVERY GUY

LINKS: ASIAN DUDE

              THE MED DELIVERY GUY

              ORAL TRAINING

              THAT PARK

              THE EXODUS

Saturday, October 8, 2025

It has been about a month since I last had sex. It was when Jer fucked me, reopening my hole.  Before that was My last big bang with LB in August.

I don't feel like I've missed much.  Life goes on.  Whatever. 

There are days when I get somewhat horny. Usually I just go on about my business or occasionally release some of that tension by myself.

Today I want to suck some dick.  I check out what's going on at That Park.  I get there around 10:00am.  Not a lot is going on.  My expectations are not very high taking that there are hardly any cars.  

It is a little cold and overcast so I don't get my hopes up.  Besides if nothing happens I have plenty of work at home to keep me preoccupied. 

I drive up to the restroom, take a piss and slowly walk out.  There's no one around. 

I get in my car and ride down near the front entry.  There, I see someone that looks familiar.  It is ASIAN DUDE.  He's walking down in to the shrubs near the river.  I gradually follow behind.  I walk through the curtain of tree and bush and see Asian Dude and another familiar guy looking at each other.  It's THE MED DELIVERY GUY.   

I figure since I have played with both of them at different times, they wouldn't mind if I joined them. 

I move in closer as they are checking each other out.  They seem pretty focused on cruising each other.  I migrate to another cul-de-sac of shrubbery.  Asian Dude slowly follows suit gesturing to The Med Delivery Guy to follow. 

I'm thinking like a greedy bitch now, "Let me get on my knees before anyone else does." I want to suck some dick. And "I'm going to suck both of these guys off." 

So getting on my knees is what I do.  Asian Dude is already boned up.  I place my mouth on him and start to bob and go down on his dick.  The Med Guy is stroking his dick but it isn't hard.  Asian Dude  takes control of the entire scene.  He gestures to me to get on Med Delivery Guy's dick.  I comply with the command.  I begin to suck Med Guy but no response from his dick.  I try various tricks with my tongue.  I try licking his balls.  No response.

I turn back to Asian Dude and get back on his dick while stroking Med Guy with my left hand.  Asian Dude finally demands all my attention.  He makes me face him totally on my knees.

I'm loving submitting to him.  The last time I played with him, he grabbed my nipples pinching them making me a slave to both his dominance and this Pleasure / Pain situation that had me stuck at his mercy. 

This time he pinched my tits and I had to inform him that I can't have them pinched because they are too sensitive.  Ever since I let some guy pinch them they haven't been the same so now they are off limits with some exceptions.

He has no problem with that as he's going to dominate my mouth anyway.  He is pretty assertive with fucking my face. Fortunately he's got a length that will allow me to tolerate his intrusion. If he was any bigger there would be no way I could stand his aggressive fucking. 

He has me giving that sloppy head as that is the force he's producing.  After a few minutes there is a car door slam in which I find that as my cue to depart. 

To my knowledge The Med Guy never got hard and I didn't get Asian Dude's nut.  But I did spend some time on my knees sucking dick which is a win for me.

INTERNATIONAL MEN’S DAY

 I just discoved that today is International Men's Day.  I don't even recall there being an International Men's Day before finding out today but apparently it's been around since 1992.  There are six objectives which are known as pillars are to

Promote  positive male role models. 

Celebrate men's contribution to society community, family, marriage etc

To focus on men's health and wellbeing

Highten discrimination against men in social services, social attitudes and law

Promote gender equality

Creeate a safer space to grow and reach their full potehntial

Since I enjoy men so much and I enjoy being a man, I'm going to take in as much masculine energy today and share it thoughout the day. (Pretty much no different than any other day, with the exception of having a designated day to celebrate the male body.)

SNIFF HIM

One of my biggest fantasies (yet to happen) is to spend a session just sniffing every part of a horny man’s body, and visa versa.  We never touch our dicks at least not until done with our dicks throbbing with discomfort from not touching and leaking like crazy.  For the grand finale, we spray each other with our pinned up loads. Fuck yes!

WHAT I’LL BE DOING THIS WEEKEND

Saturday 15, 2025

 This is what I’ll be doing this weekend.

Stroke 21

Stay tuned.

EDGING

Friday, November 14, 2025

Currently pitching a tent 

I love how my dick feels up against my long johns.

EXODUS UPDATE

LINK: THE EXODUS

It's been about two months (August 8th) since My last Big sex session before my exodus.

Since then I've had a meet up here and there. But it is fair to say that I am back to my baseline which is so very sporadic.  That is perfectly fine.  I'm actually okay with that.

My lifestyle change taking care of my husband has put me somewhat back into the domestic home mode.  I'm just as content playing June Cleaver,  preparing breakfast lunch and dinner and looking up recipes for desserts while he works at his computer and takes important conference calls from work.  

However, It is a process differentiating being on the clock at home and not.

When I worked out in the field I knew there were things I had to take care of. Working from home does require more discipline especially working as a caregiver because you have to set your own structure.  The one thing I don't miss is dealing with the normal bullshit of management.  Though I still clock in and out and get a certain amount of hours each month, the days of doing double shifts because someone decided not to come in are gone.

Although I do have more time for writing I have been quite busy.  I did recently run into Asian Dude at That Park. I will be working on that story soon.  Other than that, it has been pretty quiet.

I am sure I will be having many more updates to The Masturbation Chronicles as I will be more active in my solo play.  We'll see.

BULGE

 Bulge in place. 

Showing off the slightly noticeable precum in my drawers.

Don't worry 

There will be more.

MARK’S DNA INSIDE ME: (PART 3)

 LINK: THE INITIATION

             THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF

             ORAL TRAINING

The year is 2002

The time is about 8am on a Sunday. I had left the house of a man I am to call SIR just three and a half  hours ago.

Day 2

The problem with staying out until 4:30am is that no matter what time I go to bed, I usually always get up between 6:00am and 7am.  Today my body does allow me to sleep in until 8.  However, my entire day is of me dragging around with little to no energy.  Fortunately I don't have to work this weekend so I am good for a free day this Sunday.

Most of my day is spent on doing mostly nothing.  I do have Mark on my mind most of the day.  I still have mixed feelings about last night's encounter.

A part of me cannot wait until we meet again.  Another part dreads being subjected to so much oral training.  There are definite things that draws me in.  Watching how he pumped his flesh into mine, being strapped to the bed as he mercilessly fucks me and seeing every expression on my face were all highlights.  

As a side note: To my best recollection, this was my first time being fucked in front of a mirror, not AURALISM: TALE OF MY FIRST MIRROR SEX. 

As I continue to recollect and revisit scenarios, the chronological order is becoming more clear.  I didn't document half as good back then as I do now.  Back then I never even heard of blogging.  I didn't know it even existed.  I would write stuff down in my note pads and journal books.  However I was much more lackadaisical in keeping track of my notes.  I didn't have the motivation to keep track like I do now.

Sunday's daytime comes to an end.  It is the evening and I receive a call.

"Hello," I respond.

It's Mark.  He wants me over his place tonight.  He wants to meet around midnight.

"I will make it over but I have to be up early tomorrow for work," I respond.

"Just make it over here."  He demands.

I look past his demanding expectation.  His assertiveness and commanding voice gets me ready to serve him. 

He reminds me of the protocol when I get to his place.

12:00am

I get to his place, open the door, strip down to my underwear, and get on my knees facing the door while I wait for him to enter.

He walks out.  He is in his black jeans, black t shirt, and a black ball cap.  Without saying a word he puts a blindfold on me and fetters my wrist with a pair of leather wrist restraints.  He stands in front of me.  I hear him unzip his pants.  He gently caresses the side of my face.  I take that as a cue to lean in to find his dick.  

He slaps the side of my face.  "Did I tell you to look for my dick?"  He snarls.

"No Sir." I reply.

Although the slap was not excessively hard, it was hard enough to leave a sting.  It shocked and even startled me as I wasn't expecting it.

When he followed it with his rebuke it humbled the hell out of me.  It made me feel embarrassed.  It made me feel like he did it to totally put me "in my place."

"If this is what the term sub or boy means, I can pass on this one."

This is what I am thinking but not what I am expressing out loud. 

He guides me to lean over the edge of the couch.

He places my arms on the arms of the couch.  He then begins to spank my bottom. 

He orders me to count it off as he spanks me.

Smack

"One sir."

Smack

"Two Sir."

He continues to spank my ass occasionally switching butt cheeks.

He gives me about a minute break before he pulls my underwear off and spanks me bare. I begin to squirm and let out stifled cries.

Tonight he doesn't ask me what I would like.  H does whatever he feels like and expects me to go with it.

"Get on my dick."

I know what that means.

He places knee pads on me because he knows I'm going to need them.  He guides me on my knees.  I try my best to prepare myself for a long night of dick sucking because I already know.

1:00am rolls around.

2:00am, then 3:00am, 4:30am

5:00am.

5:00am. He uses me like an object until 5:00am in the morning.

I'm expected at work at 9:00am. I have to wake up around 7:30am to start to get ready I already know how my work day is going to be.

FRIEND

 Sometimes I don't want to fuck you till oblivion

Sometimes I don't want you on your knees

Sometimes I don't want you to call me Daddy

Sometimes I don't want to suck your dick

Nor do I want to be your boy

Sometimes I don't want anything from you

Other than you to be a friend

Tell me about your day

I will tell you about mine

And it will start and end with our clothes on

Telling me about your day 

Then fucking my brains out

Is not really a connection

It is a transaction 

Sometimes I like transactions 

I'm always down to make a deposit 

But sometimes withdrawals and deposits

Are nothing without investments

Sometimes I don't want to fuck you till oblivion

Sometimes I don't want you on your knees

Sometimes I don't want you to call me Daddy

Sometimes I don't want to suck your dick

Nor do I want to be your boy

Sometimes I don't want anything from you

Other than you to be a friend

OBJECTS

Objects are things to be used

Men are human beings

I don't use men

I fuck them

TODAY'S PICK: HISTORY FIRST STIRRINGS

LINK: TODAY'S PICK

FELCHING PISSER has been on my reading list since I first started my blog.  His many sexcapades have been enjoyed many times.  Yet still I have not even scratched the surface of his blog.

His latest entry, as to date is HISTORY: FIRST STIRRINGS.  

It is somewhat an introduction or maybe even a making of the man we know as Felching Pisser. 

I use the term maybe firmly because there are so many layers to one man.  It is often difficult to pin point a true introduction to a prominent role in one's life.

It actually shows a layer of FP that I don't see often and there is a very cute surprise at the end. I believe this is one of my favorites because it gives more of a glimpse of the man we know as FP.

FACT # 37

LINK: FACT 

I don't  like bananas But I love sliced banana in my cereal. Oh, and banana pudding!😋

I hate tomatoes but love sun-dried tomatoes . And ketchup!

I Love eggs but hate every egg that is not either scrambled or an omelet.

Contradictions or just picky?🤷🏽‍♂️

 

AURALISM: TALE OF MY FIRST MIRROR SEX

LINK: AURALISM

LB and I were on a break from having amazing sex. During our break time we chatted a bit.

I shared with him the first time I had sex in front of a mirror.  It was phenomenonal. This is my account. The story is brief but arousing all the same.

TODAY’S PICK: STROKE # 17

 Sometimes it's not about rubbing one out as it is riding the tease. STROKE 17 is that ride. Check it out at STROKE 17 on THE MASTURBATION CHRONICLES.

CRY

 Dig if you will

The most wicked guitar intro followed by the drop of the beat.

A pattern unlike any I’ve ever heard.

Instantly I am snared into this infectious intro. 

It has only been ten seconds.

After the weeping of the guitar comes yet another cry.  It’s more like a gruff mixture of a moan and growl blending into the beat of the drum machine.  The music picks up with a melodic tune from the piano before it is all taken away except for the drum beat and the vocals that soon chime in.

1984.

I was just a thirteen year old kid.  

Glued to the radio, all activities were an annoying distraction that I would somehow attempt to block out for the next few minutes.

This is definitely what it sounds like.

I remember that summer so well. 

The song belonged to the soundtrack of that summer.  

Although every melody was a banger, no other song would reach a place in my mind and heart like such.

The poetry.

The eroticism.

The melancholy. 

From the dawn of my youth to now, it plays.

It plays just as fresh now as the first time.

And still inside I both groove and cry.

FRIEND ZONE

 LINK: LOGAN ARROW

 Thursday October 25, 2025

I spent some time with Logan.  It is the day after my breakthrough bottoming experience.  He was in town for a few days and we wanted to see each other.

I got to his hotel room and spent some time chatting with him.  Eager to share with him about my experience bottoming for the first time in ages, I went on and on like a chatty little kid about my breakthrough experience. 

Usually it is Logan that is the chatty one as he hates moments of dead silence.  Some of it is the awkwardness of "what to say now." But a lot has to do with time and feeling like he has to get in as much update as possible because there is so little time and well, who knows when or if we will see each other again. I get it. 

I'm different. I can just sit and enjoy being in the presence of someone I enjoy and be just as content.

But today is different. I have plenty to say which makes the conversation much more even.  

He decided to take me out to this West African restaurant.  I really was a bit hesitant because my stomach was still feeling queasy from the 2-1-1 Prep pill I had to take for protection.

As a matter of fact at any moment I was due for the restroom. There is nothing more embarrassing than destroying someone else's toilet bowl but you gotta do what you gotta do. After washing my hands and apologizing profusely for well, never mind; we took a march up to the restaurant. 

He ordered some type of dish.  I believe it was peanut butter something, something. 

I wasn't taking any chances so I just ordered a soda.  He really wanted me to try some so I got a small portion.  It wasn't bad but way too spicy for my taste buds.  

I wasn't going to take any chances and decided to just eat the small sample provided.

Going back to the hotel We chatted a little more before I took off.

On my way home it dawned on me, Logan and I are truly friends.  

I decided to name this entry "Friend Zone" because I thought it was a cute play on words although our dynamic is far from being in the friend zone.

Being in the friend zone would entail a friendship in which one person has romantic or sexual feeling for the other while the other is more like, "I love you like a brother stupid!"

I believe we both would agree that we have both grown into a high regards for one another.  

Although I definitely wouldn't mind hitting it every now and then, I know that his head space is somewhere different.  Hmmm.🤔 Maybe I did just define our dynamic as the friend zone!

You see, for me, I can totally be friends with people I have sex with because for me to have sex that is quality sex, I need some kind of emotional, spiritual  or intellectual connection. 

For Logan, he prefers that raw anonymous and I mean really anonymous sex where he is just an object and his sperm donor's job is to make his deposit. 

So how did we ever hook up?

Well it really just took one time.

I was condom only and he was willing to make an exception.  I don't know if he remembers this but our very first time I fucked him with a condom on.  I kept having problems with my erection and so I finally decided to take it off and busted inside him.

So I am one of the few exceptions that he would use a condom for and he is one of the exceptions I would go bare for.   I believe even though we would make exceptions for each other we are so set now in our policies that it just wouldn't be there like before.  

We are so highly different in our sex palettes and I believe that as we compromise and go with an occasional exception it just solidifies why we want to stick with our policies.

If we don't ever have sex again, I'm okay with that.  I would rather have it that way than to be able to fuck him and not know that human element that makes him so damn unique. 

TIMING

 Saturday 4, 2025

              Saturday 

               2:05 am

Usually when I take on a personal challenge, fast, or embark on a personal journey, I make a strong commitment to hold fast to that personal challenge. 

When I decided to focus on taking and posting at least one new image / clip a day, I didn't weigh in many factors like :

1. I'm not going to be feeling it every single day for the rest of the challenge.  There are days when I don’t feel sexy and faking it for “the shot”  feels more like a business than a blog.  That is when it becomes more about numbers than about the journey.

I do still plan on posting a picture or clip on my sidebar with the current calendar date along with the title and exact or approximate date the image was taken.

I do also plan on continuing to post more frequently on my brother blogs.  Keep an eye out for new postings on my blogroll from the five blogs listed on my blog entry.

Ciao for now.

FACT #36

FACT# 36

      When it happens

I make a noisy bottom. 

Quite loud.

Sorry neighbors.

ONE PICTURE A DAY

 It's been a while since I've made the time to take some self portraits.  

Since it is the beginning of a new month I figure I would challenge myself with taking at least one good picture of myself a day and posting it somewhere on my brother blogs. 

I woke up, scrolled through Scruff, hit Bsky and quickly got offline exasperated by the same look, same body type, and same demographic.  

It is then when the challenge to photograph myself and posting to one of my blogs everyday for the month of October came to mind. Look out for new posts on either 

                        THE DIRTY THOT

            

                                THE DIRTY JOCK

                    THE MASTURBATION CHRONICLES

               THE MALE CASTING COUCH

I believe I will also start this month by posting at least one photo or video clip a day to this blog.  These necessarily won't be new clips but some new as well as some blasts from the past. But my goal this month is to be more active on my blogs. 

ADICKTED

Wednesday 9/24 /2025 - Thursday 9/25/2025

Wednesday and Thursday I felt the aftermath of my hole being violated and I loved every minute of that “gaped hole” feeling.

Now I’m adickted.

BROKE THE DRY SPELL: CHERRY RE-POPPED

LINK: JER

Wednesday Sept 24, 2025

Consider my cherry re-popped.

The last time I was fucked was back in 2023 according to my entry POPPED!  Before that was about 10 years ago.

It's like having the nerves of a young virgin all over again.

"What if it hurts too much?"  

"What if I'm unable to satisfy him?"

"What if I get..."

"Preeeeg naaaant!"🫣 😉

Of all my concerns, my biggest one is the effect of the Cujo pills. 

I swear those prep pills make me feel like I can start foaming at the mouth at any second not to mention the horrible things it does to my stomach.  But I've checked all the boxes to make sure everything is clear.

"Right?" 

About 2:00pm

I had promised myself that during my exodus, I would not spend any more money on hotel rooms solely for hooking up unless it is for someone in my designated circle that I know would be worth it.

Since Jer discussed how he would like to top more and I wanted to reopen the door for bottoming, I decide to chat with him about the possibilities.

I'm unsure what his response would be when I invite him over to the hotel taking the answer to the proposal was left open and unclear.

I decide I would rent the room regardless of his decision and use it for a little get away if it doesn't work out.

He responds by letting me know that he will be available close to 2:00pm

2:15pm

I can't help but being a little nervous about what's going take place.  It has been 2 years since being penetrated.  Although it was fun, it didn't last very long as the guy was pretty thick and more eager than I was ready for.  Before that was 10 years.  It's been 15 years since Jer and I  have seen each other naked, so the nerves are jumping.

Plus, those damn Cujo pills!

I prepared as appropriately as I could.

Even though I fasted appropriately, there is always that question in the back of my head if I'm fully prepared.

I take a few moments to relax and get all of the distractions out of my head before he arrives.

He gets to the hotel. 

Jer, a White guy in his mid 60s, still looks good.  He is balding on top and he keeps his sides tapered very close.  He has a thin goatee.  I would describe his body type as an endomorph with more muscle than fat.  He has broad shoulders and a wider frame but not really fat.  His body is solid standing about 5'8".

 A bit has changed for the both of us. We both have extra pounds on us.  It doesn't seem to bother neither one of us however.

We chat for a brief moment.  It is not long before I get on my knees and start blowing him.  He begins to stiffen in my mouth.

He is not assertive when it comes to getting blown.  I actually grab his wrist and prompt his hand on the back of my head to signal that it is okay to get a little aggressive.  He does begin to gyrate his hips back and forth, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth.

One of the main reasons I chose Jer is because I know he would be attentive to my needs and that he wouldn't want to hurt me. But I also remember when he did used to fuck me, he was an animal in bed.  I'm looking for that animal right now.  My mouth can take it.  I don't know if my ass can, but I am definitely looking for that beast to fuck my throat.  

That beast is not there. 

That is totally fine.  I'm just enjoying being the recipient for a change.   

As I am sucking his cock I can taste his precum.  

He precums a great deal and I love how it taste. The funny thing is I can feel the precum oozing out all three of the holes in his dick.  He has his pee hole of course.  He also has the two holes where his Prince Albert was just minutes prior.

He is all the way hard now.  

I want him in me.

"You ready," he ask.

He lubes his dick as I lube my hole.

"I guess we'll see how far we will get," I say with very low expectations.

He gets on his knees, on the bed and lifts my hips up to find my butthole.

He pushes the tip in just enough.  It feels very uncomfortable.

"I don't think this is going to happen today."  I say to myself.

He pulls back. 

We try again. (Why I didn't think about this earlier: This would have been the perfect time to teach him The Butt Clock technique that I learned from Somebody . )This time I try some breathing techniques as I push my hole out.

Slowly his dick goes in a little deeper.

I close my eyes on the third try.

The next time, I try the invader with my eyes open.  I look at his solid body migrating closer to mine as I am on my back with my legs spread open.

"Oh!" I exclaim.

I feel the tip inside.

He comes to a halt.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah,"I reply.

"Just stay right there," I request as I begin to breathe deep.  I don't want him to pull out.  I want my hole to get used to the intruder inside me.

We lock eyes.

As I focus on the eye contact, I feel the shaft going deeper.

"I'm going to go slow." 

I work on pushing out to open a bit more.

I feel every inch as he slowly digs to the base.

"Fuck.  You're inside me!"

"Well, yeah!" He laughs as if that was the silliest thing he's ever heard.

He slowly lifts his hips back and pushes forward.

He continues with this movement building up a rhythm. Lo and behold, he's fucking me!

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FACT # 35

 Link: FACT

I'm fully aware of what the color red states in Kink.  And though I am more inclined to flag only the colors in my repertoire.  This red jock.

This fucking red jock!

I make the exception.