THE CLIENT

About ten years ago, Christmas time fast forward to now.

As I walked into the facility to meet the new client, all the staff workers wished me luck.  They informed me just how stubborn and mean he could get at times.  

Walking into residential care facilities, assisted living, and people's homes can sometimes bring a sense of anxiousness.  I believe it is natural to have some nervousness about what the dynamic of any relationship would be, whether professional or personal.

Working as a caregiver has given me somewhat of an ability to take sure blows without making them personal.  I was there to care for my clients to the best of my ability.  

Though companionship can be one of the essentials for job performance, what my client thinks of me (good or bad) does not determine the quality of care I provide. Sometimes, it's a dirty job, literally. The pay often sucks, but it is what I'm good at.  Ironically, being the introverted person I am, the job allows me to have that human connection and get me out of the bubble I sometimes create without actively knowing.

Walking into the client's room, I heard him and the staff sparing over whether he was going to the restroom.

"I don't have to go!" He called out fervently.

"Mr. ___, Just try to go.  If nothing happens then fine.  I just need to make sure you are dry before I leave my shift.”

"Hello!" I interrupted.

"Oh hi.  I'm just getting Mr____ to the toilet right now.  He's being his usual self right now."

"What is that supposed to mean!" He yells. 

"Mr ___this is your caregiver for the week.  You be nice to him and don't give him....." 

"Hi Mr ___  I'm Mark." I interrupted.

"You know I can help him since I'm here," I said to the staff worker.

"Do you mind If I assist you?" I asked.

"Whatever!" He snapped.

The off going shift left leaving me with the client.

"I really don't have to go!  I just want to read my damn paper in peace!" Mr_ yelled.

"Okay sir, If you feel you don't have to go let's get you in your chair so you can relax."

We migrated to his recliner where he spent some time reading.  

"If you need anything I just give me a holler."

"Yeah," he mumbled uninterested. 

After about 20 minutes I checked up on him. I sat next to him and struck up conversation.  Quickly he interrupted me.

"Okay let's just get this straight. I don't need any small talk or shooting the breeze or any of that crap!  I am sure you are a nice person but I just like my space.  It's nothing against you I just want to be left alone for just a few minutes.  Please!"

I looked him in the eyes, smiled and said, "  Sir, I totally understand.  I will just be in the other room if you need me.  Can I offer you something to drink?"

For the first time he smiled and said calmly, "I would love some apple juice.  Thank you."

I got him his juice went in the other room and left him the hell alone until he needed my service with occasional peeks in to see how he was.

After about two hours into my shift, he asked me to fix him a sandwich in which I did.

"Are you going to fix you a sandwich," he asked.

"I brought my own lunch.  I might as well have my lunch as well,"I said.

"Have a seat!" He said invitingly.

He apologized for being short fuzed and explained that everyone sees him as a grumpy old man. The truth is that he has his ways and even if he feels like he is fine with a little time to himself others try to force him to be this social butterfly that he obviously is not. 

He shared some interesting stories about himself. He also talked about the woes of not feeling like he has a voice and that the older he gets, the less people listen to how he feels about things opposed to what they feel is best.

It is a culture and attitude not only in healthcare but in life as well.

What I discovered about this elderly loner is that he was in many ways like me.  Not just me but many of us who, whether we want to see it or not are getting closer to those elder stages than we care to realize.

I also discovered a very pleasant gentleman that actually enjoyed company and sharing parts of his life with people who cared to listen.  I discovered  that listening to what people have to say is sometimes better than spurting off one's on ideas of their perspective of a person.

I know people who have spent a great deal of their lives pleasing others or trying to please others only to be miserable because they neglected their own needs and or desires to walk a certain path because others were too busy trying to steer them in the path they would like.

The one thing I've learn from my week stay with this gentleman is that everyone needs space and needing space doesn't make that person bad, mean or grumpy.  It means he, she or they deserve to have their space and not everyone has the same views. 

When asked if he would like to join in the decorating of the Christmas tree.  He took the deepest breath he could, rolled his eyes and said, "I don't celebrate Christmas.  It is not something I care to participate in."

I kindly interrupted and said,"Sir. I totally understand how you feel.  Like I said before, 'I'm here for you.' 

Just let me know how I can assist you." 

The rest of the night he kicked my ass in checkers. 

Twice. 

 

But I got my revenge in the last game. 

After my shift I followed up with the staff.  I told them how he really doesn't enjoy holiday events but we had a fun time playing checkers and talking.

The funny thing, actually the sad thing about their reaction was the total disbelief that this grumpy old man would actually open up so quickly to a new guy like me.

"It was pretty simple. I listen to him.  I gave him his space when he wanted and let him decide the atmosphere he wanted.  Also, I understand convincing him to participate in the holiday celebrations can be difficult so I didn't try.  I did offer other social activities such as checkers in which he is excellent."

"Mr_ plays checkers?"

Oh, there was no hiding the look on my face.  If I would have stayed one more second I would have laughed in their faces.  It was actually so sad it was hilarious.

Some people choose not to follow certain holidays for whatever reason.  And no.  You are not entitled to know what those reasons are if the person chooses not to share. 

FACT # 30 THE THIN LINE BETWEEN ART AND PORN

 FACT #30 

The line between art and porn has always been a thin one (not to mention controversial as well.)  I have resolved to express myself whether those lines have been crossed or not because I am an adult.  And if my expression is adult material; That makes my actions synonymous to what I am.  An adult.

Sincerely,

A Grown Ass Man

Express yourself

FACT# 29 SIR

 LINK : FACT

SIR

Before it was a fetish 

It was just what I used 

Out of respect.

Want to freak a sub out?

Call him Sir.

For me It has less to do 

With Dominance and submission.

What It comes down to 

Is respect.

As much as I get hard 

When being called "Daddy"

It is "Sir" that hits way different.

Yes. “Sir”can be a form of fetish. 

But before that, 

It’s common respect.

“SIR” is a whole other level of respect.

And yes, there is a difference between 

Sir, and SIR.

So much to say

So little space.

FACT # 28

FACT : 28

The greatest sex organ is the mind.  If one isn't allowed inside one's head, getting in one's pants is fruitless for me. 

Usually. 

I stress that because hot primitive sex has its place for me, sometimes as well.

There are "not so good" experiences, "alright" experiences and "outstanding."  The experiences where both parties have taken the time to find out those hot buttons is what makes the chemistry fire for me.

Not saying a hot hook up can't happen.  But taking time to discover how to drive your partner crazy: Priceless.

PISS

 

LETTER TO LIKE THE WAY IT FEELS

I have written many letters in the past. 

Some of those letters were public in which you responded.

I believe you enjoyed our public exchanges 

Just as much as you did the private ones.

Well this one will definitely be harder to find.

But if by chance you do find this letter

I hope you respond to it like 

You have done in the past.

The very first time we met

You answered my ad to model nude.

You never posed nude for a photographer before.

You were very cool calm and easy to work with. 

It almost came natural for you.

I remember way before you stripped naked

When I first saw you.

You had your blue jeans on and a grey tank top.

Seeing your Latin brown skin

That beautiful smile 

Laced with a touch of that Latino masculinity 

Made not only my heart jump

But the meat between my legs 

Jumped as well

As it began to thicken 

From the erotic thoughts.

Not wanting to creep you out

I remained friendly and made sure

Not to make any advances toward you.

But deep down I was already undressing you

In my mind.

The things I remember most

From that photo shoot

Are the shots on the bed.

I remember how you automatically 

Got hard when I posed you 

With your ass in the air.

The best moment was 

During your break

When you casually sat up

And rested your arms

On your spread legs.

Your cock was still at attention. 

I still have that vision in my mind.

When I asked if you were alright 

With me recording you while stroking 

You had no problems

Even though you never jacked off 

In front of another man before.

I never mentioned this to you until now.

But I noticed how you were intently

Focused on thick bulge

I tried desperately to hide.

I tried to keep it professional 

And for the most part I did.

But the way you paid attention

To my tumescence 

Made it hard for me.

You can take that pun

Exactly the way it was intended.

You so very close.

I just knew I was getting 

The shot I was waiting for.

But you stopped and said

That you better not continue 

Because you were close.

I didn’t want to pressure you.

So I agreed 

To wrap things up

With you. 

The second time we met 

You were much more comfortable.

The second time

You gave me

The money shot.

That night right after you left

I stroked it twice 

Thinking about you.

I Watched you dozens of times. 

And even seven years later 

You still cause a warm

Eruption between my legs 

When I think of you.

The third time we met

You gave me the privilege 

Of feeling your warm mouth.

It didn't last very long

Because I was a bit nervous.

I had been sweaty 

And was quite embarrassed

By the odor as a result.

But you didn’t mind it.

I knew you had a girlfriend.

I knew you said that you were straight 

But slightly curious

When we first chatted.

But I never expected 

That your sexy mouth

Would be so hospitable

To my cock.

Even though 

It was just 

A few seconds of you tasting it

That moment has lasted 

In my dirty mind for years.

Along with the way 

You teased me with 

That beautiful ass of yours.

You’re married now.

Have a beautiful wife.

I may never know what 

It would be like to 

Feel the warmth of your

Beautiful hairy hole. 

But I’m so glad

That every now and then 

We could express 

Our desires 

Even though we may never explore.

Thank you for all the wet 

Erotic conversations over the years.

Tag your it. 😏

TESTING ME WITH DISOBEDIENCE

September 14, 2021

I had a pretty interesting meet up with a guy yesterday.  The guy is bi and has a girlfriend who supports his lifestyle.  We chatted and got to know each other a little bit.  He asked me if I was “clean” and then shared that he was as well.

I really wasn’t offended by the question but I kindly suggested that in the future he would use something like “no stds” instead of “clean.”   I explained how that term can be offensive to anyone dealing with the stigmas that come along with living with HIV or any other infection.  It never became a long conversation.  He was very pleasant and even was grateful for the advice. 

He shared a bit about his background and I shared with him mine.  After talking for awhile,  we decided to get a hotel room for a few hours.  

We got to the hotel.  He got cleaned up and we messed around a bit.  He wanted to explore his submissive side so I obliged.  First thing I did was get him on the bed in his underwear.  I laid behind him and played with his butt a little.  He really enjoyed it.  We really didn't get into too much play as I usually like to know that our meeting wasn't going to be a one time thing.  I had to give him something to anticipate.  As time went on, he asked if he could get out oil to lube up with in which I agreed.  

He asked me to lay on the bed in which I did.

He really wanted to stroke me off and suck my dick.  I let him stroke me for awhile.  I told him "no," to sucking my dick.  I was saving that for later.  

"Please Daddy!"

"No." I said.

He continued to stroke me.  As he was stroking he began to lower his head.  He was just getting ready to go down when I interrupted.  "What did I say?"

"You said 'no'"

"You're not gonna suck it right?"

"No," he said.

"You'd be a bad boy if you sucked it.  Right?"

"I want to though," he whined.

He went down again and licked it.

"No!"

He froze.

He went down again to lick.

"No!"

He froze again.  He went down again for a lick. 

"You're testing me!"

"I didn't suck it! I didn't suck it!"

"I'm gonna have to spank you!"

"I didn't suck it.  I didn't suck it Daddy.  You never said I couldn't lick it."

 I must say he was quite cleaver.  If he didn't walk over the line he sure as hell got close enough to it.  Now I incorporated no licking. 

Now frustrated, his goal was to get me to cum by stroking me off.  He started stroking me a little faster.

"You're gonna make me cum," I said

He continued.

"Stop!" I exclaimed.

He stopped the started back stroking.

"Stop!" I said firmly.

"But it's mine. I don't want you to give it to someone else."

I ordered, "Hands behind your back."

"UM, UM," he said as he kept on.

He deliberately continued to disobey me.

"But it's mine!" he said.

"No it's not." 

"Yes it is. Tell me it's mine Daddy."

"No."

"Tell me it's mine."

This disobedience went on for quite some time. until I finally had enough and ordered him face down on the bed.  My cock was throbbing but there was no way he was getting my load for being bad.  Spanking was not going to do it.  Yelling: No.  The only thing to do to make sure he received his just punishment was to deny him what he wanted most. 

I put my hard cock in his face.  I waved it inches from his mouth and said,"This is how I punish my boys who disobey me.  If you ever want my dick you got to be a good boy. Okay?"

"Yes," he said with his head down.

"Get your clothes on."

He got his clothes on and he thanked me for a good time.  

I have to say, he really pushed the envelope almost to the point of it falling on the floor.

I still am stuck between feeling totally tested and totally flattered that he really wanted my dick.  Maybe a bit of both.  I have video of the parts of our session. I tell you it is something you'd have to see for yourself to believe.  I did make an agreement not to post because he was uncomfortable with it and I will respect that.  As a matter of fact most of the video clips are gone.  Back in 2021 I didn't keep up with back ups as well so there is a lot of material I no longer have.  But I have since decided that I will no longer record unless I have permission to post.  I hate having material that only I can see. It is too much hassle trying to keep up with what's permitted or not.  

I still have his contact info but nothing happened after that one meeting.  If it does there will most definitely be a stricter protocol for that little brat.