LINKS: LB
AUGUST 1, 2025
After spending close to a month in rehab, the facility finally set a date that Boss would be released.
Uncertain what the circumstances would be once he got out, I informed Boss that I would be going out of town before he got out.
August 2, 2025
I want to make sure whoever I get with is very special, as it may be a while before I do it again. As a matter of fact, the person I decide to get together with must be someone I really connect with to make it worth my while.
This is easy:
LB.
I send him a message.
"I would love to spend a few hours with you. I'm thinking August 8th around 7pm until we both fall out? lol..."
Nothing on my calendar ... so that date would work, sure!" He responds.
August 5th
"Hi Mark. How are things looking for this Friday..."
He sends me a link of a guy in one of the telegram groups. He's a white guy with a humongous dick.
I never saw what he looks like because he only post from his torso down. I just know that he has what appears to be maybe a 31 or 32 waist. He is wearing some blue jeans a dress shirt and a monster of a dick poking out of those jeans.
LB writes,"This guy looks fun, if you have any desire to bring in a third..."
I ask if he contacted him.
"I haven't chatted with him at all. No insight," he replies.
"You just saw his cock and was dicknatized!🤣 That's okay. So was I. lol"I joke.
We attempt with a good amount of prospects but can't find anyone. I decide it's for the best anyway. This way I could have him all to myself.
August 8, 2025
About 6:00pm
We spend a few minutes chatting and getting our devices ready for recording. He has this set up on his phone in the upper corner of the bed which gives a great perspective. He also has another phone that he sets up somewhat to the side of the bed. I have my iPad that I usually always use. That is it for me.
After getting our recording devices together we strip down to our underwear. I am in my signature black ball cap, black tank top and blue and black jockstrap. He is in a black shirt and blue boxer briefs. It wasn't planned but our colors are matching. It is like serendipity. The last big hurrah before my Exodus and even our colors match. (although the clothes comes off very early in our play) I didn't even recognize it until reviewing the footage.
Because I hate how the first dose of 2-1-1 Prep makes me sick, I choose to take my first dose the day prior which leaves me only one pill to take. My goal is to start off with condoms and later if I decide to go bare for a while, I will.
As we are on the bed, he decides to turn his Apple Watch to a work out monitor to see how many calories he burns during our own work out.
We get into some brief foreplay.
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I tell him,"I hope I can live up to your expectations."
"I certainly hope so to! That would be awful if you didn't!"
We both laugh.
I explain what he already knows about me; The overheating, needing to break occasionally, yada, yada, yada.
My sweet moment is when he cuts me off from going into worry mode, gets on top of me and kisses me. I love when a confident bottom takes initiative and gets things going. Especially when he gets on top of me and starts to make out with me.
It is so rare that another man is on top of me and making the move. It is usually me that does that. This is a very good change.
First place he heads for are my arm pits. He is just as much of a sniffer as I am. We are a bit different as he likes his man's body scent more rank than I am used to. I like more of a well washed body with a hint of man. Usually. Sometimes taking it to that funky place is necessary.
He's not majorly disappointed by my soapy scent. He can still smell me. No matter how much I wash, Mark will still be on me to degree.
Now it's my turn.
We switch positions and I lay on top of him. From kissing him on his lips, I move down to his arm pits and eventually his crotch area.
He definitely has a stronger scent. No soapy smell. He is not dirty but there is definitely more of him left on his body. I am not offended. Remember. I am part hound myself. I usually prefer to hunt for my man scent but I'm okay with this. It does push my boundaries a bit. But it is not overbearing.
I sniff lower and lower until I get to his taint.
He shows me what I already notice; A wet stain in his blue undies. I am impressed. I snap a shot for my spank bank.
I lower his blue undies and sniff some more before taking his wet cock in my mouth. I can totally taste his precum.
By this time I'm so horny, I am not thinking about foreplay, I'm not thinking about condoms. I just want to stick it in and get to fucking. And fuck is what we do.
I get him on his back, on his side and face down. Eventually we try him riding me. This has always been my least favorite. For some reason this experience is much different. I'm actually enjoying looking into his eyes as he bounces up and down on my dick.
Something that I just discovered is that he enjoys sucking cock.
I mean, what gay man doesn't?
It really got him in a horny state.
7:20pm
I walk him over to something I got a few months ago from Mr S that I never used. It is the Spit Roast Low Sling. It is a smaller version of a sling. It is a little less expensive, it doesn't swing as much as the regular slings but it definitely gets the job done. As a matter of fact, most of the time that we had left was spent in the sling.
I like the sling because it gives me better leverage to go deep and I can plow much longer without getting tired as well.
I actually make my own little exercise routine where I pump for 60 seconds and slow down and start back within the prior pace. I look at the timer on the video recorder and begin my workout. I did two sets for a total of two minutes causing me to pump cum out of him. It's not the first time it has happened but It is amazing to see regardless.
There is a clip (Video # 1) for this moment that will be on display for a while.
7:28pm
Our flesh is clapping together. The sound echos through the room in a steady rhythm occasionally picking up the pace to a fast slam. LB is letting out loud inaudible noises that charges me up even more.
There are about two moments when I'm on a steady plowing pace in which he lets out sounds that are similar to him laughing / yowling. At that point I am forced to slow down as his sphincter is spasming, trying hard to kick me out but my dick is not having it. I slow down a bit until his hole invites me back to my rhythm.
There is a clip (Video #2) for this moment that will be on display for a while.
8:00
We take a short break. After a few minutes we get back to our activities; this time on the bed. We cuddle and spoon with me fucking him on his side. I run my hands over his face. He opens his mouth. He is open to the prompt. He begins to suck on my thumb. Later I feel free to repeat. The next time would be with my two fingers. He loves having his mouth filled. Later he would use that mouth to blow me some more.
8:41PM
My head is getting a rush from the fumes of the poppers. Because of this sensitivity I am starting to get flaccid. I feel the time for us to wrap up is near. we lay on the bed and make out a bit. We stroke our semi hard dicks. As we are doing that, I place my hand over his face. He takes the bait and begins to suck on my fingers. I'm ready to do some more mounting. It's okay but not the greatest. I suggest getting back into the sling.
9:15pm - 9:25pm
We fuck.
His hole is a frothy mess by now. Its feels amazing as I go all in.
I then do something that I pretty much never ever do. I get on my knees and I tongue fuck LB's frothy hole.
I gave up eating ass about 20 years ago after a bad experience. Now it hardly ever happens. I have to be one horny motherfucker to even entertain the idea. And I never expect anyone to do something that I'm not willing to do unless they really want to do it. It is just something that is not on my menu anymore.
Like I said I have to be a horny motherfucker to get down and eat even the cleanest butthole. But here I am on my knees eating not only an asshole but a sloppy creamy one that has been pounded for the last damn near three hours.
At that moment I feel like I have left my body and I am now in the body of one of my favorite bloggers, FELCHING PISSER.
I am not going to lie. I don't get the whole bareback culture. I never understood the ability to take load after load or to fuck from sloppy seconds, fouths and more. And tongue fucking frothy hole?
I am kinky.
Very.
But I am also such a particular person when it comes to my boundaries. I hope this does not come off as me judging anyone's behaviors because I am not. On the contrary!
There is just a difference in our way of thinking and play. But not by much actually.
And on the contrary to me sounding like a prude, I thoroughly enjoy all the hot dirty stories written by my blog buddies. I just never thought I'd see myself in their shoes or rather, their jockstrap. But here the fuck I am!
I am every man that I thought I'd never be. I am doing all the things I said I'd never do. I am being all the things that I jack off to when I read FP's stories.
I continue licking his hole. I stop stoking my dick for a moment to lick my fingers. Basically I am transferring the juices that I am devouring to my fingers so I can lube up. My dick is wet with a mixture of my spit, precum, his assgasm, and cream.
I'm ready to stick it in and finish the job.
LB is shouting out his inaudible yowls even more than ever. I am whispering all my dirty thoughts to him as if he could hear me over his howling. I don't care how crazy or out of pocket it is.
That froth got me speaking some crazy shit.
"Look at that fucking pussy."
"Look at that fucking pussy."
"You're so fucking beautiful baby."
"Give it to me baby! C'Mon."
When I start with my dirty talk I am at that point of no return. I begin plowing into him.
LB is moaning out loud with many rounds of,"Fuck!" "Oh fuck!"
As I go all in, he begins with that laughing howl. Almost as if he's laughing and crying at the same time.
"I want you to make me cum. It may take a while, but I want you to make me cum."
"I want to feel it. I want to feel me shoot inside you."
I realize that I must pull out and stroke a bit or I may never cum.
He wants my load and I want to give it to him. I stroke just enough to feel the sensation intensifying and I push back inside to finish the job.
His one request previously is for me to announce when I am going to cum. He totally wants to know since he doesn't always feel it.
"I'm gonna cum."
He repeats,"Yeah! Yeah! Fuck! Fuck!"
I begin to laugh hysterically.
"Go lay down on the bed. and Don't wipe that off," he orders.
"Go lay down on the bed! hurry up!" he commands like a parent telling there 6 year old child to focus on their task at hand.
I snap out of my hysteria and obey.
"I got it all on my fingers!" I say.
"I can lick your fingers off!" he says as he cleans up.
He does an excellent job cleaning my fingers. I'm actually surprised, taking how much I love my fingers sucked, that I am not getting totally hard again. But I believe that my refractory process would require some coaxing. It is totally doable. But I am well satisfied with our session.
I ask him if he would like a ride home in which he accepts the invitation.
If this is my last fuck session for a while, I am glad that I went out with a bang with my buddy LB.
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