OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF MIND

 February 25, 2025

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why?

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

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

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

How the whole few phases felt to me:

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

Wow."

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

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

Again.

"A lot of things."

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

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

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

REMEMBERING THE LOADING DOCK

 Saturday

9:30pm

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

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

10:40pm

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

11:15pm

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

11:37pm 

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

11:53pm

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

11:57pm

I made my way upstairs where the real crowd was.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ROUND ONE

The door to the hotel room is cracked open.

It opens slowly and gently closes it.

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

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

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

TODAY'S PICK: MY SECOND INTERROGAYTION EVENT

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

DENIAL

Originally posted on my previous blog

October night 2018

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

"Hello Daddy.  I liked your profile."

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

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

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

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

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

Yada, yada, yada, blah, blah, blah. 

“Anything?” I repeated confirming his statement.

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing in grown folks business?"

He chuckles, "Sorry Sir."

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

"Hello Sir."

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

anything?" I asked. 

"No thank you Sir."

"Nothing? Not even a bottle of water?"

"No thank you Sir."

"Ice tea? Milk? Juice?"

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

"Margarita, kool aid, ketchup?"

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

"Ball gag, lube, butt plug?"

His face lit up with a mischievous grin.

"Oh I'll take all three."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He replied with a muffled, "Yes Sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuuuck Meee!" he said.

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

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

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

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

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

THURSDAY NIGHT AT THE BAR

Originally posted on my previous blog

Some time back in 2002

I walk in the bar to see what was going on.  It's pretty packed.  You would think that it would be empty on a weekday but it stays busy throughout the week.  

One of the reasons for such a good turn out is the bar's best kept secret that's really not a secret among the patrons.  But we'll get to that in a moment. 

 I get there, take a seat at the bar and order a beer.  While at the table I scout the place like a vulture looking for its prey.  My eyes land on a beautiful man.   He looks like a white collar worker; A Short Asian guy; couldn't be more than 5'6" about 130 to 140 pounds, very petite.  He has very smooth, fair skin.   He almost looks pretty, as smooth as his skin is.  He does have some stubble over his lip as if he is in the process of growing a mustache which makes him even more irresistible.  

He possesses both gentleness and masculinity that drives me crazy just looking at him.  He has a white collar shirt on with some tight slacks that fit very well.  He is dressed very nice but rather out of place for a leather bar where most of the guys are in jeans, tee shirts and, well, leather!

Somehow I make eye contact with this guy.  For a quick second he glances my way.  I smile at him and he smiles back and goes back to talking to his friends.  He seems to be preoccupied, so I move on with my quest.

I kept making my way through the crowd searching, but no luck.  Finally I walk back to where I originally was.  I spot the Asian guy again.  This time he's by himself.   I get up and introduce myself.

"Hi I'm Mark."

"I'm Kim."

I reply,"Nice to meet you."

Kim doesn't say anything else but smiles and shakes my hand.  It's obvious that he doesn't speak much English.  

I motion him to a room that's closed off with yellow caution tape.  There's a man at the door that is like the bouncer at the front and the only way to get in is if you know the keyword.  I say the key word and there is a garage that has been turned into a play space.  Kim's eyes opened wide with amazement and concern. 

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