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!
Saturday, November 15, 2025
Friday, November 14, 2025
EDGING
Friday, November 14, 2025
Currently pitching a tent
I love how my dick feels up against my long johns.
Thursday, November 13, 2025
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.
Friday, November 7, 2025
BULGE
Bulge in place.
Showing off the slightly noticeable precum in my drawers.
Don't worry
There will be more.
Tuesday, November 4, 2025
MARK’S DNA INSIDE ME: (PART 3)
LINK: THE INITIATION
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.
Saturday, November 1, 2025
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
Friday, October 31, 2025
Monday, October 27, 2025
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.
Saturday, October 25, 2025
Wednesday, October 22, 2025
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.
Monday, October 20, 2025
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.
Wednesday, October 15, 2025
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.
Tuesday, October 7, 2025
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.
Saturday, October 4, 2025
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.
Thursday, October 2, 2025
Wednesday, October 1, 2025
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
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.
Tuesday, September 30, 2025
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.
Saturday, September 27, 2025
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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Tuesday, September 23, 2025
Thursday, September 18, 2025
TODAY'S PICK: THE TRAVELOGUE OF LOGAN ARROW PART 1
LINK: LOGAN ARROW
I was visiting his blog today and realized how hard it must be at times for him. And though his expression can appear "as a matter of fact," there is a lot that hits him. I felt because there's been so much going on with him that I would share about a few posts I've been enjoying from his blog. Things that, to me allows me to breathe.
THE TRAVELOGUE OF LOGAN ARROW PART 1 is a stroll through the city. It's enjoying the outdoors. It's seeing the beauty in things that most people look over in their busy day. The travelogue allows me to slow down and take in the world around me. Not the world that is currently a shit show, but the invisible world that is right in our faces.
There are six parts to his photo journey. Maybe I will do a post on all six of them later in my journey. Maybe I will encourage the readers of my blog to take the initiative to enjoy the posts themselves. Whatever the choice, the opportunity to enjoy just life in general is right there.
And to my friend Logan, I hope you continue with your photo mission and share more of what crosses your path with the rest of us.
GIVING IT SOME THOUGHT
September 16, 2025
Tuesday
I wrestled with the idea of calling Jer, a friend that I have known for over twenty years now. Sometimes it is months even years that we go without communicating. There's no bad blood. It is just how life plays it for us.
He is pretty handy with fixing things. Boss and I know we can always call him to fix it, whatever it may be.
August 11, 2025
When Boss was in rehab, I called him to see if he would help me assemble a mobility device for Boss. He came by with no delay even though he is about an hour out from us.
We chatted. He shared that he is seeing a guy but they were taking things very slow for now.
We first met at a gay men's group when I first started discovering the gay community, support groups for newbies dealing with their identities and learning to be more comfortable with who I am.
He was kind enough to offer me rides home from our meetings and social gatherings.
We became friends and would share about what was going on in our lives. (This was a little before I met Boss.)
We both were attracted to each other but were hesitant to cross that line out of fear of making things awkward.
One evening he gingerly tipped toed around the possibility of us getting together. I remember being so giddy and thinking to myself, "I thought he'd never ask."
From then on we were the true meaning of friends with benefits. We had a unique chemistry. We were both versatile although more than not he would end up topping me. I was more than happy to oblige. Of all the guys I have been versatile with, he is one of the few that I would be more than content bottoming for. He just knew how to lay it down. As a matter of fact whenever we would get together I would automatically assume the position. There was just something about the size that fit perfect. Not so big that it was too much for me but still big enough to allow me to enjoy it thoroughly.
About a year after Jer in 2003, Boss came into the picture. As we were getting to know each other Boss became familiar with some of the people in my circle.
Time goes by. Things change, people change and we go our separate ways. Eventually the play time we used to have stopped as we got into our own relationships.
Fast forward to this year, I called him up to help out with assembling the device. He came up and helped out. We chatted about the new guy he is seeing.
He is pretty content with what he has even though they are taking things slow. His one complaint is that his new partner is not as versatile. Jer bottoms mostly all the time for him. His partner hardly ever bottoms for him. Though Jer doesn't make a fuss about it, I know he is an ass man. He shared with me that if he would just give it up more that he would be most content.
As we were putting working on the project we caught up on some of the play we have been getting into. We are pretty much the same with our views on hook ups. He is so much more content with his guy. But there is always that occasional meet up.
I found myself getting somewhat turned on by our conversation. It took a while for me to admit it. But, I figure it was now my turn to gingerly tip toe and make my confession. He smiled and reached to feel the bulge in my pants.
"Yep. Conversations like that will do it to you." He said with a smirk.
We finally finished up. Ready to bring the device up to the facility, made plans to load it in his truck.
Before we walked out the door I asked him to follow me down the hallway.
I stopped and reached out to feel the bulge in his pants.
"Do you mind?"
"No. Go right ahead." He replied.
I got on my knees and took it out of his shorts. I remember that he hardly ever wear underwear making it much accessible.
I began sucking it getting it semi hard. I didn't get it all the way hard; just enough to give him a taste of what he's been missing out all these years.
"We got to head up to the center so we don't miss Boss's physical therapy," I interrupted.
"Well, now look at what you done. Got me all hard. Hope I don't start leaking," he said.
"Well that's what you get for not wearing underwear!" I laughed.
That is as far as it went.
September 16, 2025
I gave Jer a call. I had that day in my mind.
I shared with him that I was very much interested in getting together with him some time if he was up for it. I just wanted to make sure that it wouldn't interfere with what he has going on with his new interest.
He shared that one of the reasons why he never felt inclined to hit me up was because he had much respect for Boss and didn't want it to be weird for any of us. The ironic thing is that Boss asked me in the past and recently if we ever fucked around. Actually if we ever dated steady. I was honest with him and told him we didn't date. It was more of a sexual thing. Boss actually mentioned that he really likes Jer and if there was anyone he felt most comfortable with me playing with; it would be him.
Boss knows I enjoy meeting other guys occasionally for sex and kink. But for him to give his explicit okay for Jer means he holds him in the highest regards.
When I did bring up the proposition, there was a dead silence for a few seconds. My heart stopped. I just knew I went over that appropriate line. He did say that he would give it some thought.
He repeated that he is content with where he is now. I shared with him my point of view; How I would love to be more versatile as a bottom and how difficult it is to find a top that will top, someone who is patient enough to take their time with me and who I already have a good chemistry with. I also reminded him that his desire to top more with my desire to bottom more is a perfect combination.
He again mentioned that he would give it some thought.
It did sound a little promising as he did throw out a few dates available on his calendar. Time will tell.
Monday, September 15, 2025
VACATION
September 15, 2025
They tend to drive each other nuts at many points. I'm glad for both of them that they are BOTH getting the respite they need
Saturday, September 13, 2025
TODAY’S PICK: FACT #14
LINK: FACT
FACT #14 was written Tuesday, November 21, 2023. Up until that time, I’ve had guys cum in my mouth. But I’ve only swallowed three times before then. Now I’m a cum whore.
Okay I’m exaggerating. But I’m much more inclined to swallow now than before that was posted.
I’m still selective. But when I’m ready I’m ready.
Thursday, September 11, 2025
TODAY'S PICK: IF BLOGGING WAS THERAPY...
LINK: TODAY'S PICK
Today's pick comes from agaytekeeperiam .
The title is a long one called IF BLOGGING WAS THERAPY WHY'D WE TURN IT INTO CONTENT?
This one definitely caught my attention. I am forever talking about how blogging is therapy because it actually is.
The author goes on to mention how he missed the good old days when blogging was about sharing your life without the branding, content creation, and monetizing.
Because I was so inclined to share, and for the sake of time, I will copy my comment.
I felt every word! Yes I understand exactly what you are saying. And yes Blogging is very much therapeutic to me. But I would be lying if I said there's not any performance to it as well. As an artist, It is important for me to present my blog in a way that is creative . Hell even when I have my video clips and pictures there is some form of being "on" for the camera. As far as the algorithm, Fuck the algorithm ! That is the decline of all mental health. I know. I been there before.
Now I know how to express myself and give a piece of who I am without losing myself in the numbers or pitching a sale of my content. There are still some of us out there! This blog entry is LOOOOONG overdue. I'm glad you said that part out loud for the blogosphere. And keep doing what you are doing.
I believe there is room for a little bit of both. sharing about who you are, the daily livings and the hot content, (I hate that word!) But most of all being true to who you are.
Monday, September 8, 2025
Sunday, September 7, 2025
QUICK UPDATE
Link: THE EXODUS
Saturday September 6, 20255:18pm
It’s Saturday evening. I’m laying on the couch in the living room under the fan waiting on boss to call me in to help him with some things. Although Boss currently needs more assistance with activities of daily living, being home is allowing me to get more chores around the apartment completed. I’m also not as pressed with important business that I need to take care of for my dad. It was a little crazy when Boss first came home. We both had to get used to a new way of living with his limitations.
He is however gaining his strength back.
It is a long process but he is getting better.
It’s not all smooth sailing. But we are learning what works for us as far as his safety and his health. I have even had more time to relax and do some writing.
It doesn’t change the fact that there are some physical aspects that can be pretty hard on my body. It comes with the territory.
Speaking of which, I’ve had no calls as of late for any positions. This is all good in my book. I did discover that the family of the client I was taking care of put out an add paying five dollars more than they were paying me.
Ain’t that a bitch!
I’m not even mad though.
One of these days I’m going to take my name off all registries and call it a wrap.
Being a caregiver is a thankless job. It takes a person with a special kind of heart for people to do it for as long as I have. Hence the reason they get away with doing their employees wrong.
I’m fully aware of all the guilt trips they pull on us.
The “do it for your clients,” the “we all have to pull our own weight and take on some extra shifts,” not to mention the “they need yous,” and the big one, “It’s just not in our budgets for…” you fill in the blank.
I’m so immune to that bullshit it doesn’t even phase me anymore.
No. I’m not available. No. I cannot work more hours, and I need my raise please!
I am actually relieved that I am not dealing with all that bullshit anymore.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed working with my clients. Most of them were a delight to work for.
Most.
Once Boss’s leave is up. He is going to go back to work but only part time.
So this means there is going to be some things we need to cut back on.
I'm going to look for something I can do that will give me flexible hours. I mean really flexible.
With Boss’s daily needs as well as his doctor's appointments and physical therapy, having a set schedule will be damn near impossible.
Maybe I will see what some of these ridesharing platforms are like. Maybe something like Uber, Lift, or Uber eats. Something that will allow me to bring in a little extra along with the hours I get with Boss. It may be a little tight for a moment. But we are
brainstorming now and working our bills out so that when the storm comes we can be as ready as possible.
As for now, I feel pretty good about things. There is no major crisis going on with Dad. The narcissist isn’t yelling my ear off on how much of a fuck up I am compared to them. It is all pretty chill. I'm going to take this time and savor it.
Wednesday, September 3, 2025
MARK’S DNA INSIDE OF ME - (PART 2)
LINKS: THE INITIATION
The year 2002
About 2:45am
As I moved my head forward to receive SIR's cock, he grabbed the back of my head and slowly pushed his hips forward, filling my mouth with his dick. His cock reached the back of my throat causing me to gag.
He didn't do it forcefully but it was still a lot for me to take especially not being used to oral as much.
"Suck it." He said with authority.
I began to grab his waist. I held on to his waist, going down to his hips until I got to his butt cheeks and squeezed a bit pushing his pelvis into my face. For the first time I was getting used to blowing him. I was finally making love to his hips and buttocks as I guided them back and forth pushing his cock in and out of my mouth.
He allowed this for only a few seconds.
"Hands behind your back. And keep them there," he ordered.
He began pumping my face slowly and deep. I attempted not to fight it but my gag reflex was not as open as it is now. After a few minutes, my throat finally started loosening up to the intruder.
As I got more into it, I made the mistake of going under his shirt to feel his chest. What a great feeling to feel his chiseled slightly furry chest.
But it wouldn't last for long.
He bent down and pinched my nipples as hard as he could.
"Did I say you could fucking touch me!"he snarled.
"No SIR!" I yelled in pain.
"Are you going to do that again?"
"No SIR!"
"Where are your hands supposed to be!"
"Behind my back," I wailed.
"Behind your back, what!" He yelled.
"Behind my back SIR!"
A few minutes later
He was still inside me but my jaw was getting sore.
"Umm, umm," I mumbled.
Umm, Umm," I mumbled louder.
"You had enough?"
"Umm Hmm," I slurred as I nodded my head,"Yes."
"Good boy," he replied.
He took his cock out.
I saw his cock swinging in the air with my spit oozing down the shaft to his balls. It was a
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