MARK’S DNA INSIDE OF ME - (PART 2)

LINKS: THE INITIATION

              SIR

              THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF

              ORAL TRAINING

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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MARK’S DNA INSIDE OF ME - (PART 1)

                     Links: THE INITIATION

THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF

The year 2002 - Present 

I am Mark.

I have been for quite some time.

Birth and legal names hold no relevance here.

Every name on this blog whether given by birth, nick name, or by character description serves a purpose of bringing each person to his own unique existence.

Although I am indeed Mark, there is another Mark whose DNA lives inside me.

This DNA belongs to the man that initiated me into the world of kink and BDSM.  He is the man who dug deep into my insides and ran them inside out.  He is the man that I would refer to as SIR.

Some time in 2002.

At a local gay bar

Saturday about 1:00am

It was about 1:00am in the morning.  I was out at the local gay dive bar.  I've been out for some time that night cruising.  

For me at the time, being gay was more about finding ass and dick than anything. 

Although I did have a few gay friends from the Gay men's support group I was a part of, I was more about being on the prowl when I went out.  I am way freer to be a ho solo.

I was getting out of one way of life and finding out how to live my life in my new one.  Spending years in the church was a great experience for me in many ways and yet also it caused many personal and spiritual struggles that I sometimes still deal with today.

I'm not a big alcohol drinker.  I never have been.  I was not going out with any friends.  I chose it that way when I was horny and out on the prowl.  

It was late and I was bored.  I decided that I would buy one more soft drink and call this Saturday night a wrap.

I ordered one more Sprite.  

I migrated to another open table as the previous one was taken.  Across from me was a very handsome Latino man.   He had short dark wavy hair, olive brown skin and a thin goatee.  

We exchange eye contact for awhile.

After a few minutes he walked to my table and asked to have a seat.

We introduced ourselves.  We are both Mark.   We laughed at the introduction.

"Nice to meet you Mark," he laughed.

"Nice to meet you Mark," I replied with a giggle.

I don't remember much about what we chatted about.   But I do know that he was interested in bringing me home and I was interested in going with him.

"So what are you?  Top?  Bottom?  Versatile?"

"I am a versatile top but I am more of a top," I replied.

"And yourself?" I asked.

"I'm a total top." Mark replied.

"Total top?" 

"Yes." He responded.

Usually I end up topping even other tops or we end up flipping.  Because of this,  I assume that at some point I will get to top him.  

As we continued to get to know each other's preferences, He made it most definitely clear that he is a total top and that he was going to top me if I came to his place.  Although I am a versatile guy, my role as the top guy was clearly being taken away.  Remember, I am the guy that got total tops  to bend for me.  And usually it wasn't because we fought over the role.  Most guys would see my dick and would just be on it.

Oh my goodness! It sounds as though I am bragging and an arrogant son of a bitch.  But it is true.  I would be the first to say it.  

I don't have a huge dick.  It is not majorly long.  But it does have good reach and the biggest feature is the girth.

"So are you okay with that?"

"What? Me being a bottom?

"Yes."

"I don't have a problem but It is rare that I bottom. and I am pretty tight."

"Don't worry about that.  I will take my time with you."  He said.

As we were continuing our vetting, he said, "I want you to be my boy."

This was 2002.  I was 31 years old.  I was still very much in the closet.  

Just one year ago I was a "good" church boy with a "dark" secret.  The only thing I really knew about gay culture, and the varieties of sex is what I experienced cruising local parks, restrooms, behind bushes, hunting the gay bars, and the infamous sex phone line that got me laid plenty of times.  None of those experiences mentioned anything about what the term "boy" means in the gay kink world. As a matter of fact I was so vanilla, that vanilla was nothing more than a flavor.

"Be your boy?"

"Yes.  Do you know what that means?"

"What does that entail?"

"It is better if I show you.  You can follow me back to my place.  I can show you what it means to be my boy.  At anytime you can leave if you don't like it."

We finished our drinks and went to his place.  

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DAYS OF THE LEVEE

 LINK: THE INITIATION

            THE PHONE LINE

            MY FIRST

   

March 8, 2022 

 As I was driving home from shopping, I drove past an old cruising spot.  By this time of day one could have looked down the street and easily seen at least six to seven cars parked by the sidewalk.

 Looking to the end of the road one would see a levee with at least two to three guys circling back and forth across it like vultures.

Today as I drove past, I saw not one car down that street; not one soul pacing the levee. 

I couldn't help but feel a bit melancholy as I drove past.  There was a time that I would at least drive to the end of the road for old time sake.

Today I figured,"What's the point?"

I just wanted to get home.  I was out running errands and was ready to relax. 

Inside my heart however, was this mixture of reminiscence of all the hot times I had; blended with great sadness of things just not being like it used to. 

Days of the levee were wild.  

My initiation into cruising the levee goes back to 1992.  I was 21 years old.  There was this phone line that charged an arm, leg and your first born a minute to engage in phone sex with other horny guys looking to get off.  Sometimes there would be the chance that both parties would be interested in meeting up.

My very first experience with another guy came from this chat line.  He was my first male experience.  He actually introduced me to cruising. 

One day after we got together we started talking about the whole gay scene which I had no clue about.  That's when he told me that later that night he was going to go cruising and asked if I wanted to come.  I heard of the term but wasn't familiar with it. I agreed and he picked me up later that night.

Although we hooked up a few times prior to this, I really didn't know much about this guy.  I must admit I was getting quite nervous when he kept driving and the location was getting more secluded and dark.  We finally got to the end of the road.

"What is this?"

"This is the spot where guys cruise.  Just over that levee are guys everywhere doing all kinds of stuff.  This my friend is the place to be,"  he said confidently.

"I don't see anybody out here."

He laughed,"That's because we're in the car and not up there."

He pointed to the gravel road leading up to the levee.

Just as he said that a guy walked across, slowed down and looked right into the car.  Another guy walked up and stopped as if he was waiting for us to get out of the car.  One by one guys started coming up from the other side.

The sight was quite unnerving for me. 

The guy that I refer to as My First saw that I was somewhat uncomfortable.  For some reason he thought getting me out of the car would make me feel more at ease.  As we walked toward the gravel road there were young guys, old guys, really cute guys and some not so great looking guys. 

There were a lot of really short shorts, tight jeans with obviously no underwear and guys in sweats with a lot dangling. 

My eyes were intrigued but I still didn't feel comfortable.  As we got up to the other side of the levee there was little to no light but I could definitely hear the voices and movement in the bushes and the scuffling of rocks.

That adventure lasted no longer than a few minutes as I asked My First if we could leave.  He was very accommodating and drove me home. 

My next experience with the levee would be years later in 1997 when out of curiosity if I could even find the place sparked my drive. 

By the following visit, I had my own transportation.  I also decided to check it out more during the beginning of sunset when there was plenty of light.  I felt much safer.  I still didn't do anything with anyone but this time I watched as guys were blowing each other.  

It really wasn't until 2001 when I blossomed sexually. 

2001 - 2012 was my peak. The levee's traffic started becoming less and less when I was starting to explore my sexuality.  But it was still popping enough to have some good times there.  Now its just a place for the unhoused to build there tents.  

After numerous sweeps and arrests along with an increase of police patrolling; the place changed.  

Ironically the cops don't patrol as much now that the cruising activity has seized.  But the homeless has basically turned that area into a tent city.

On one hand I am glad that the unhoused have a place they can dwell in a somewhat safe environment.  I just really missed the hot times that were had there and it is no longer a beautiful site with all the garbage around.  But like the saying goes nothing stays the same.  And so goes the days of the levee.

MY SECOND INTERROGAYTION EVENT

Friday 13, 2024

About 12:00pm

LINK INTERROGAYTION

         LB

        THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF

        THE INITIATION

       ALABASTER

       PEARLY WHITES

       SHOOTER

       SEXY GUARD

              

              

              

The day has come.  I am getting my stuff ready to go to San Francisco for their fourth Interrogaytion event.  For me it will be my second.  I'm attending as a guard.  The last time I attended, I was a deputy.  

To understand more of the theme read THE INTERROGAYTION.

I decide that this time I am not going to bring as much to the event.  Just my lube, condoms and a few other items.  

Even though I hardly Bareback I decide to go with my 2-1-1 Prep routine just in case I do here and there.  12 noon I take my two pills and pack my Doxy as well.  

Around 8:00pm

I arrive late due to traffic and leaving later than expected.  When I get in, I show my ID and get my number.  I Strip naked and put my belongings into the bag given at coat check. 

Normally I would have some type of jockstrap or outfit on for the event.  This time I am going with my black ball cap of course, my leather cock ring and black gloves.   I decide to be nude.  I normally overheat with a bunch of stuff on so I'm keeping it simple.  I look at my leather wallet holster.  I debate if I want to bring it or not.  It has my lube and condoms in it.  I make my mind up not to bring it.  

I decide this event, I'm going to go bare.  That means no condoms what so ever.

This would be my first time.  

This wouldn't be my first barebacking but my first time doing it in such a capacity.  I have always been more heedful in whom I have unprotected sex with.

One being that I am coming from a generation that used protection after the AIDS crisis.  It has become second nature now.  The second being that I've always viewed that as something I do with a small circle of people that I have built a special connection with.    

No more contemplating. 

I decide to leave the holster in the bag and just go with just me.  

Since I get in late, everyone is already fucking.  The sounds of men moaning, screaming and flesh slapping against each other; added with the rattling of the slings, brings a dark and almost ominous air to the atmosphere.  Anyone unfamiliar with what is going on behind the black curtain would probably hesitate going past the dark threshold.  For the rest of us, it is the call that we are home.

At this point, the times of and order in which things happen may or may not be out of order.  Everything is a blur once behind the black curtain.  There are no devices, no sense of time, just 100% fucking.

I walk into the venue.  To my right is a couch with three inmates with their asses poked out waiting to be plugged.  To my left is a sling with a guard railing a guy that sounds very familiar.  I have heard those moans before.  Even though the inmates are hooded, I can totally recognize my buddy.  It's LB and he's taking it hard and deep.

The sights and sounds are arousing but I'm not fully up yet.  Honestly, I'm inquisitive and yet tentative on whether I am on board with sticking my dick into a bunch of unknown assholes I have no knowledge of.  

To help get my mind into a groove, I look down at my not quite semi hard dick, lube up and slowly stroke.  

The aesthetic of the leather cock ring around my freshly trimmed cock and balls starts to get me more aroused.  I've also lost about 15 pounds in the last few weeks; so my belly is no longer eclipsing my erection.  I actually feel much sexier these days. 

 

I look down as I stroke my dick with my leather cock ring.  I apply a bit of lube.  I walk towards the couch.  I migrate towards the first inmate at the end with his ass poked out.  He has fair skin; not much color to him, almost alabaster. 

I walk up to him and touch his backside to let him know I am behind him. As I stick my finger in to test the waters, I begin to grow.  Slowly I insert myself into him.  He lets out a moan almost as a sigh of relief.  It’s warm, moist and just the right fit.  I go in and begin fucking. 

"Oh yeah! Fuck yes! Fuck!" He repeats over and over as I pick up the pace.

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23rd AND O

Link: THE INITIATION

Summer1989 my junior year in high school

Today I was coming back from an errand.  I drove down 23rd where O Street connects.  On the corner sits a small townhouse that appears to be vacant. 

Back in the day it used to be a video store.  This video store was owned by a gay man probably in his 50s or so.

I wouldn’t have known it even existed if it wasn’t for my junior year in high school.

I was a total fuck up when it came to my homework.  

I never got into fights. Never caused any trouble. My main vice as a teen was that I just didn’t do my work.  I hated school, not because I couldn’t learn but because my difficulty of learning stemmed from not having the attention span to focus on shit I had no interest in.  Most of the teachers I had didn’t help the situation.

My junior year, I was told I was not going to graduate with my class.  I was already graduating at a late age for being held back in grammar school.  There was no way I would let this happen.  No way could I have been a damn near 20 year old man graduating high school.  I begged the principal for a solution.  The only solution that I had, was to participate in extra classes as well as summer school my junior and senior year.

It was my junior year that I started attending summer adult school to get the credits I needed to graduate.

My trip to class would consist of me taking the buss and getting off and walking past the video store to get to the school around the block. 

For almost the entire summer I never gave any thought to that video store until one day I noticed that there were some very hot guys going in and out of that shop.

One afternoon I stopped into the store after school. I checked out their movies.  Nothing much different than any other video store. They had the basic comedy, horror and drama but my real curiosity was with what was behind the beaded curtain. 

The first gentleman I saw was White guy with an athletic build.  He looked like he was in his late 30s or so.  I remember him wearing sweats and noticing how freely everything moved in his sweats.  We made eye contact and smiled at each other.  I remember every rack I went to he wouldn't be too far behind.  I was just a few days from eighteen years old.  I didn't know that I was being cruised.  Hell, I didn't even know what cruising was back then.

A few minutes later a White guy with a salt and pepper, neatly trimmed goatee and tight faded blue jeans came in. He had a rugged masculine presence.   he had a light blue denim shirt on that was open enough to see the white chest hairs that overflowed.  

He looked around keeping his eye on me.  I know this because I was busy checking him out.  All this time I was in total heat not fully understanding what was going on.

I was in the center checking out comedy movies, (not really) while Sweat Pants was to the left and Salt and Pepper was to the right.  I noticed Salt and Pepper giving Sweat Pants a smile after which he walked toward the back behind the beaded curtain.  Sweat Pants soon followed.  Now curiosity had my mind going 120 miles per hour.  Every few minutes Salt and Pepper would poke his head out while he smiled at me.  

I couldn't help but think they wanted me to go back with them.  I cautiously migrated towards the area.  

As soon as my fingers touched the beads to go through; there was this stern voice that actually startled me.

"I need to see some I. D." The 50 something year old clerk shouted.  He had this stern voice and the look he gave me was one of a frown of disapproval.

I didn't say anything I just walked away from the beaded adult section.  It was just about 60 seconds after that Salt and pepper came out, looked straight ahead without looking at me and headed out the door.

That night I stroked myself thinking about that sexy man with the hairy chest.  I went through two pair of underwear masturbating to that guy.  I hurried and started a load of laundry before my mom and dad got home to avoid questions as to why I was doing my laundry.

Going back to that location made me think back to the many initiations  that have taken place in my life. 

Originally posted on my previous blog

Wednesday , August 10, 2022

THE INITIATION OF BLUE EYES

 LINK: THE INITIATION

         December 28, 2023

                            2:04pm

A few days ago I received a cruise on my Recon account from a very good looking man.  His name will not be disclosed and the only description I will give for now is his blue eyes(with a possible hint of green??) and infections smile.  Anyone who knows me knows I love a man with a gorgeous smile.

He has recently come out and he wants to experience what it is like to be with another man.  He mentioned that he doesn't have any experience

but has read a lot about BDSM.

I don't know how much he has read, nor do I know what he has read.  My job is to find out what he has read.  

Is it information on kink? Are they novels? Sexy stories?  What exactly has he read and what does he see BDSM as?

The one thing I do know is he is very new to the scene.  His profile was just created last month. English is not his first language. And out of all of the men on Recon, he chose me.

"Today I was watching some of your videos and reading your blog.  The guys that are with you are very lucky.  My first time should be with someone like you. You are very patient and respectful," he said.

Some of our conversation was through me using the English to Spanish translator until he requested for me not to.

"I hope the translation is good," I answered. 

"Even I think is better for me if you write in English, I can learn more," he replied.

We had a lot more to say; however, I will leave those things between Blue Eyes and myself.

8:37pm 

After work I wanted him to text me after he had time to relax and unwind.  

"NowI'm home Sir," he texted.

"Good boy."

"Are you relaxed," I questioned.

"Yes Sir."

"Are you alone?"

"Yes Sir I am," he responded.

"What are you wearing?"

"Jeans and a t shirt.  Why Sir?"

"I want you to go to a comfortable spot; either a couch or the bed in your bedroom.  Take off your pants,"I ordered.

"Yes Sir,"

"Let me know when they are off."

"I did it," he replied.

"Are you in bed?"

"Yes Sir," he replied.

"What are you thinking right now?"

"I'm curious what's gonna happen," he said.

"I feel safe with you.  I don't know why but I really feel safe," he mentioned.

"I cannot be there in body, but I can be there in mind."

"Thank you Sir.  I can feel you here."

I had him take his t shirt off and I guided him how I wanted him to masturbate himself.

Prior to him pleasuring himself I asked if he liked his body and if he felt sexy.

He thought his body was okay but he didn't feel sexy. 

It took some time to get him there but he slowly found arousal in himself.

Today he mentioned that since some radical changes in his relationship status and life in general, it was difficult to get hard, but last night was very easy for him.  This arousal did not come from me alone. As a matter of fact; I was just there to guide this handsome gentleman.  The key to his arousal was to see just how desirable he is to others but most of all for him to see the sexiness in himself.

OPEN LETTER

Blue Eyes,

I guess by now you have figured out your new name.  It came to me today when I was looking at your pictures.  

You asked, "What makes a man like you consider being with someone like me?"

Well I will tell you what I find extraordinarily sexy about you and let you figure out the rest.

1. Your blue eyes. The way your eyes literally pop out of the screen . They are so sexy. That is why you are Blue Eyes.

2.  Your eagerness to learn. You ask questions. You are curious and not afraid to explore.

3. Obedience.  I instructed you to take your clothes off and get on the bed and do as I told you and you did it with no hesitation. You trusted that I had something pleasant in store for you and you received your reward.

4. Every strand of hair on your legs. I could sniff every part of your body. And most likely I will.

5. Your gentle spirit. We've touched on this last night so you already know.

I know you are very eager for us to meet. So am I. I assure you when the time comes for us to do so I will make sure you are taken care of and that you and I both have a great time. But for now, the important thing is for you to be sexy and be confident that you are sexy. That is the only way I want to have you.