THE GAY CHIP

Originally posted on my previous blog

Folsom Street Fair.  I cannot recall the year.  

It was about an hour after the Folsom Street Fair event.  I had just talked with my sister who called.  We planned to meet up so that I could drop her the money I owed her.  She asked where I was so I gave her the cross street where I was since she was already out and about.  

She met me and got in the car and we talked for awhile.  As we were in the car, two guys were walking on the sidewalk. As they passed by they noticed us in the car.  We all made quick eye contact. No big deal. That’s what usually happens when you see someone in your peripheral vision. 

As they passed us by they looked back and started kissing each other. They continued walking cuddling up closer as one guy started pulling the other’s pants down and running his fingers down the other’s butt crack.  He grabbed his cheek and they both looked back at us as if they were making some big statement.  She turned to me.  I turned to her and we both laughed.  We had the same thought. 

She said. “Now look at that bullshit!  You know they think we are a couple and think they are doing something big by trying to shock us. They don’t even realize I see that shit everyday.” 

“For real though!” I said rolling my eyes.

 My sister laughed, “And then gonna look back at us like ‘what you gonna do about it?’”

“Okay!” I laughed 

“Mark talk to your people!”

“Shit! They ain’t none of my people.” 

“No for real! You got to talk to your folks and let them know it’s okay! You don’t have to be all extra babe! Do it for our country. Talk to your people Mark.”

“Bitch shut up!” I laughed. 

After heading home I thought about what took place. 

I’ve seen this many times before: 

This gay chip on the shoulders of some gay men and women for that matter.

I totally get that many have come to this type of attitude through years of experiencing discrimination, being ostracized for their lifestyles and ridiculed and or bullied for their preferences. But attempting to provoke for shock value or to dare another to respond so you could act out more Is really a waste of everybody’s time. Especially if the people you’re trying to provoke could care less about you finger banging your partner while walking down the street.

FACT # 33

 FACT # 33

I have been noticing a decrease in ejaculation lately.  

I still get horny.  It still stays hard, (for the most part) but when I come, I used to ooze a lot.  The flow doesn't seem as heavy.  I've been doing some online research.  

A few possibilities that I see are: 

Age:

I read that coming can decrease as we age.  

Maybe. 

But I just don't see that at 54.  I have spilled a great deal of seed in my lifetime. Could I have possibly drained the well dry?

I doubt it's a medical condition nor do I take meds. 

Low testosterone: 

Maybe. 

There haven't been any signs to my knowledge.

Psychological factors:

Now we're getting somewhere!

Last year and this year has been a rollercoaster with my dad, dealing with my sister, taking care of my husband and just life in general.

Maybe it is nothing to be concerned about. I do miss my huge loads, however.

HOME WITH THE HAIRY STUD

About Summer 2008ish

He opened the door to my apartment. The room was dark and quiet. 

As he began to reach to turn on the lights, I told him, "Don’t touch the switch.  Leave them off."

He quickly placed his hands at his side.

Like with many of my other encounters, I followed a pattern of leaving the room dark and the door unlocked for the bottom to come in.

“First rule: do not turn on any lights.  You’ll see me in due time.”

“Yes SIR!” He said.

“Take off everything but your underwear, place them near the door, put on the knee pads.  You’re gonna need them.  Get on your knees.” 

He waited there on his knees. 

Two or so minutes went by when he said, “SIR?” 

I didn’t say a word.

“SIR? Are you still there?”

I stood up and walked towards him.  He glared intently wanting to take as much of what he could see of my face in the darkness.  Anonymous under my black ball cap I whispered in his ear. 

“Don’t worry boy.  You’ll get all of me in due time.”

He gave out a moan lifting his head so his cheekbone touched mine.

Maybe he was taking in my scent or he just wanted to cuddle.  Whatever the situation it was evident that he wanted more of me.

"Hands behind your back."

I placed my black handcuffs on him. He smiled with excitement. 

"You like that do you?"

Blushing with both embarrassment and elation he said, "Yes SIR!"

“Then you’ll love this.” 

 I took out the light blue bandanna from my pocket and put it around his head, just enough to cover his eyes. 

"Can you see?"

"No SIR."

"Good. We can begin now."

Slowly grabbing the back of his head, I pulled his face close to my crotch so he could feel the stiffness of my bulge thumping through my Levi’s.  He began to moan as he rubbed his face all over my crotch.  He began to inhale as much of my scent as he could through the thick material.

"You want it?"

"Yes SIR! Please may I have your cock SIR?"

"You can call me Mark."

I have to admit my dick gets real stiff when a sub calls me SIR.  But at some part of our play I not only want to hear him call my true name; but I also want him to be able to let loose without the burden of the pretense of playing by some script. 

"Okay Mark," he replied.

"I’m sweaty. I’m going to take a shower."

"You’re fine." He said.

"I really need to jump in the shower."

"Can I just see it," he asked lustfully.

"Please?" He pouted.

I took off his blindfold.  He had a big lustful smirk when I unbuttoned my pants just enough for him to see the Bush of my crotch.

"You don’t get it yet.  But for now sniff this.  I pushed his face in my bush.  He began to moan as he frustratedly struggled with his hands being cuffed behind his back. 

As I pushed him back up on his knees I noticed the wet spot in his tighty whities. 

"I see someone’s horny."

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BEST LAID PLANS

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March 28, 2025

After discovering that Logan’s in town, I decide to pack up my little bag of kinky goodies.  This may be my only shot to give him a good kink session.  Being the inviting guy he is, he has no problem getting dick.  But BDSM and Kink is something that is more of a novelty.  

Since he kindly reminded me that I am the one who introduced him to BDSM, I figured I would send him off with a kinky bang.

I packed up some of my go-to toys and sent him a message.

12:33pm

“Hey. Like for me to come over?  I’m thinking around 2pm.” 

We agree to 2pm.

2:21pm

I’m running a little late so I message Logan.

“I’m on my way.”

I get my socks and shoes on, use the restroom, bush my teeth and reach for my keys and wallet.

They are not where I usually leave them.

I’m not majorly concerned.  I have about three main places that I lay them.

About 3:00pm or so

I don’t see them anywhere.

I call Logan to let him know I cannot find my keys.

5:02pm

“FUUUCK!”

“I can’t believe I still can’t find my keys!”

I suggest that if Logan finds someone to hook up with to take it since there is no telling when or if I find my keys.

6:35pm

I message Logan to inform him I found my keys.  I looked like a million times on the microwave.  I moved the stack of papers that were on top of the microwave. Never did I think to look through the stack. I must have covered them with mail carelessly.

When I get to Logan’s hotel room, He gives me the report of his activities. As well as the no shows. This place in notorious for no shows.  But I guess it’s pretty much like that everywhere.  It just feels more relevant here.  

We are done chatting.  It is time to get down to what I’m there for.

I reach in my bag of tricks.  The first thing I pull out is the “hole” beanie to block his view. Got him on the bed face down, ass up. I started to spank him.

Smack, smack, smack, smack

There’s not much from him vocally, but the way he gyrates his hips after each round of spanks informs me that he is enjoying it.

After the spanking I have some tactile fun with him. 

I bring out my riding riding crop.  I tap him a little bit on his glutes and thighs.  But, the main purpose is to gently run it up and down his back, making sure to get the main spot: From the top of his butthole down to the back off his balls. This drove him crazy before. I am sure it will do it again.

As I witness his body laying there taking in the sensations, I get totally behind him and give him kisses from the back of his neck down to his back and possibly back up again. Some details get blurry after I wait so long to write about it.

I do know for certain that my intention was to kiss the back of his neck down to his back and up again.

As much as I have rough and kinky play, What gets me going the most is intimacy.

Whether it’s holding and spooning the bottom or kissing him intimate places, It is usually a part of play somewhere. And if it is someone that I have a connection with the soft gooey guy is going to come out even more.

Since this may be my last time in awhile playing with him, I am going the my time and enjoy mostly naked body before me.

Reading Logan’s entry, he mentioned that it surprised him that I kissed the back of his neck down to his back. I not sure why. I usually have some type of intimate moments during play. They can often be overshadowed by the dominant assertiveness, the orders, the spanking and the rough fucking. When I get into it, I go hard and deep.  But believe me the gooey mushy part is there.

Since this is a unique occasion, I contemplated earlier if I was going to take my 2-1-1 prep to fuck Logan raw.  I actually decided to retire the medication since It often makes me queasy.  But I figure I would keep them around as a “brake in case of emergency” type of situation.

I ended not taking any after being so distracted by my keys earlier.  Honestly my dick wasn’t keeping an erection. It was a long day and most of it was spent focusing on finding may keys.  

Though I didn’t fuck him, I did restrain him, spank and tease him.  The grand finale was this small vibrator that I plugged into him that had these various pulsing setting.  He got a kick out of that one. 

 There was a guy that was supposed to come by and breed him. I asked if it would be okay if I sat a watched. Apparently the guy was into being watched but he ended up flaking.  He kept stringing the whole situation along.  I finally decided it was time for me to go as I was getting sleepy.

After that we went for out for a late snack it was about midnight.

So. No, I didn’t give him my going away seed, nor did I get to watch him receive it from someone else.  Hey, I didn’t even make it in the hours I said I would.  Best laid plans.

But I believe we still had a good time together.

TODAY'S PICK: Stroke 14

LINK: TODAY'S PICK

I am not totally sure if the shower is my favorite place to jerk off, but I do know it has been one of the most gone to areas as of late. 

Stroke 14 from THE MASTURBATION CHRONICLES  shows just how much fun can be had in the bathtub / shower.

Lately I have been having less sex and kink sessions with other men.  I've actually been masturbating myself more.

Many would desire the opposite scenario, however I miss the times I had to myself.  

Finally, now that a lot of the chaos has calmed down, I find myself able to gain back some of that "me" time that I've been longing to have. There should definitely be more stories to cum.