THE DIRTY JOCK

 About three years ago I started a self challenge called The Dirty Jock. I wanted to see how long it would be before the “Eeeeew!” factor kicked in.  It didn’t last long. But I did create a blog that documented my very short lived project as well as covering my infinite fetish of underwear of all kinds. Of course Tighty Whities being my favorite.

You can check out The Dirty Jock.

Maybe if I get enough traffic flow; I will start posting my undies shots there again. Let’s see how it goes.

SON

Culturally growing up, I always addressed my elders as Sir or Ma’am.  Even to this day until they say, “Stop calling me that.”

Likewise it was not uncommon for those older and wiser to address the younger generation as “son.”

From my grand parents to my great uncles and aunts to the lady down the street.  It was just what took place when an elder interacted with the younger adults.  It was endearing and nurturing for both to experience.

When I address any sub as “son” it is meant in the same regard as the dynamic of Teacher / student.  Or that expectation of exchange of respect given and nurturing received in that Teacher / student dynamic I was raised in. 

Although in a role play type of fashion; “Son” is in no way meant to take on an incestuous meaning.  It is not the perception I chose to project, however I also don’t feel it is anyone’s place to shame anyone who chooses to use it in that manner during role play. 

We all have something that may or may not be another’s thing. 

What it comes down to is having fun in our own unique ways.

FACT #9 ROUGH V.S. CREATIVE

                                                                                                                      FACT #9

WORDS

We are all words 

Coming from the mouth 

Of the Great Speaker

 

From His lips He created dust

And from that dust came bones

 

From that very breath of His mouth 

He gave us flesh

And with that flesh came a spirit

 

And now in Two Thousand and whatever it is

We speak

 

And though we speak many words

We often say nothing

 

Sometimes every word from our tongues  

Are as empty as a canyon with no water

 

Sometimes they sting as sharp 

As a double edge sword

 

Other times they are fulfilling manna 

To a hungry soul

 

Words

 

They are who we are

They are what shape our lives

 

So tell me

What do you have to say 

FACT #8

FACT #8

I firmly believe that one is never too old to be boy.  Nor is one too young to be Daddy. (Within reasonable legal situations.)

GEAR UP WEEKEND

Gear Up Weekend is an annual kink camping retreat where guys socialize, play and attend various classes on kink and how to safely engage in various activities. It’s a time to bond and network with other kinksters. This was also my very first event.  I’ve been to a similar camping retreat almost 20 years to this one on the same grounds. (which I will share about in the future.) But Gear Up Weekend left yet another cherry popped in my line of experiences.

Thursday July 13, 2023

5:00pm 

LINKS: THE INITIATION  

             THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF 

             SKY THE SPANDEX BASTARD

            ZERO

           DADDY T

           GEAR UP WEEKEND

            

I arrive at the GearUp Weekend event rather clumsily. 

The day starts with not finding anything I want for the event.  Everything I had strategically placed in my duffel bag got shifted around making it damn near impossible to find anything.  It’s hot and I’m thirsty.  I register in and get my complimentary mug which I’m very much grateful for. 

I pour me some water from the water container.  It’s lukewarm due to the outdoor heat. I swallow a few gulps and throw out the rest of the warm water. Tired feet from numerous trips from the parking lot to my tent,  heat, and unquenched thirst just isn’t the most comfortable situation.  But even with all this going on I’m glad to be here.

I fix my up my tent. As I shuffle to put my stuff in; I drop two of my pillows on the ground and somehow kick a shit load of dust in my tent.  These aren’t disastrous events happening. Honestly I would normally be annoyed but I am so much in a state of calm and have determined whatever happens; good or bad, I’m here.

8:30PM 

We all meet up for the rules and regulations of playing safe. As everyone exits, I run into Zero and his Alpha . This is my first time meeting him. We give each other a great big hug. As I move my body out he continues with this mighty hold.

“He won’t let me go.” I joke to Zero. 

“No I won’t.” He replies with a smile.

It is at that point that I feel my own social awkwardness and realize that it is okay to just fucking hold someone. I’ve been so careful to try not to make anyone uncomfortable with anything I may do. A big one on my list is hugging. 

I have no problem be compassionate and hugging during any type of play. For some reason I’ve never differentiated a passionate bear hug with an erotic embrace leaving me somewhat Leary of crossing specific boundaries. Maybe some of it stems from my slightly puritanical religious indoctrination.  Maybe I’m just not used to lots of physical contact outside of playing with someone. One thing I do know is that small gesture form Alpha Sky opened up a plethora of questions and observations of myself and a charge to let go and not feel I need to pull back because of my conditioning of physical contact. This part is a constant work in progress. 

Around 9:00pm

I’m back I’m in my tent.  I’m laying there as I can hear the person in the tent a few feet from me entertaining someone.

The guy starts off with meditative moans. They are sporadic at this time. 

A few moments later the moans pick up and I can hear them both giggling and chatting. I can’t pick up what they are saying nor do I need to.  I’m just enjoying hearing this visitor do whatever he’s doing to get the owner of that tent to moan.

Into a few minutes

Though his voice is low he is really moaning like crazy. I can hear the rustling of the tent. There is no doubt this guys getting railed. I’m really not trying to eavesdrop but I am without a doubt enjoying what I’m hearing.  I feel myself getting aroused imagining how he’s getting fucked. 

That’s it. I’m getting out my tent to “stretch my legs.” 

As I walk by I see the tent is zipped but the screen is open so one can easily see in. 

The guy has tent owner on his belly face down as he’s plowing him from behind.

The visitor’s body pretty much covers little guys body so most of what I see is visitor’s butt cheeks moving up and down as he thrust into tent owner.

I don’t gawk I just casually look back and take in the image as I walk back from the lodge to my tent. I may have done this three to four times. strictly for “exercise” of course.

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Around 9:40pm

I head to the dungeon sit down and listen to the music playing in the background. I’m really trying to cool down from the walking back and forth to and from the car in the heat. I don’t play I just watch. There in the dungeon is the guy who I saw at the Horse Market with that beautiful thick cock oozing precum out of it. (I discovered who he is. For blogging purposes I will use the name DADDY T) I sit back and watch as he flogs this guy. 

Whack

The recipient lets out a yell. 

Whack

He let’s out another.

He continues and does this in a rhythmic motion and what is a good level of intensity.

He later brings out a whip or a      that he uses I believe on the same guy.  My memory is a little vague on that.  

Next to him is another guy getting flogged. 

Throughout the dungeon are wails, moans; mostly from the intensity of impact; from sheer pleasure of a sex scene.

Across from me is Alpha SKY THE SPANDEX BASTARD and ZERO playing.  Alpha has Zero tied up and I believe blindfolded. There are a few things that has slipped my mind but I do remember being in a surreal like state of voyeurism taking in the scenes. This was my first time getting the opportunity to see Alpha Sky at work.  

My focus is pretty much all over the place between the guy with the big dick, Alpha Sky and Zero the guys sucking off the top and the other guy flogger. 

My attention is turned strictly on what’s across from me as I hear Zero’s exclamations. My memory is very mush from the heat. but I know Zero’s passionate cries. Alpha Sky is jacking Zero off to completion.  He brings him down with gentle kisses and slowly unties him.

They take off but I stay for awhile and check the other scenes happening. 

11:45 ish

I can’t keep my eyes up much longer. I get ready for bed.

MY FIRST HORSE MARKET

 January 21, 2023

Saturday

4:39pm

LINKS: 

THE INITIATION  

THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF

DADDY T

LB

HORSE MARKET

I spent a great time driving throughout the day and did some errands. But I finally made it to the hotel where I was staying.  I spent some time unpacking and then sat down to relaxed for a few minutes. The event took place at 6pm but it was just an 8 minute walk away according to google map.

5:35pm

I jumped in the shower, got dressed and spent the remaining time obsessing over exactly what looked better as if I was preparing for a prom.  I was sure I had enough time for my last few minutes to primp as it was 5:53pm according to the clock in the hotel. As much as I spent primping, I settled for my usual wardrobe; leather gloves, black ball cap, black t-shirt and jeans.  

I confidently pressed my iPad to shut down.

"6:03pm" came up before shutting down.

"Fuck !"

The stupid clock in the hotel was behind!

I ran out, made sure I had my printout of my code to get in along with my COVID vaccination card and I.D.

There was a small line of four guys waiting at the door.  After a few minutes, they let us in.

I've been to plenty of play parties, sex clubs etc. in my day so it was not like I was new to this.  I did feel a few butterflies as I got to the counter.

The crew checked my I.D.  He scanned my code and gave us all a bottle of lube with a wristband with a number on it.  That wristband number was both for checking in items as well as the number they marked on a part of your body to vote on as "Best in show."

The short version being :

Every stallion and mare had a number.  The stallion roamed around and fucked a mare or mares of his choice and voted on his favorite 3.

The stable hands (the assistances to the mares) pick their favorite stallion based on how attentive the stallions were to the mares' needs.

There was an up stairs and downstairs.  Upstairs was an area where the stallions (Tops) were.  Downstairs Behind the closed door, was a room for the mares (Bottoms).  We were kept separate until time for play.

As I went up into the room with the other stallions; my nerves kicked into overdrive.  It felt quite intimidating being in the room with so many hot men.   And of course with each person that came up; the attention was drawn to them.  So I couldn't help the uncomfortable feeling of being sized up.  But hell! I did it myself to each joining member!

After I stripped to my jockstrap, and was ready, I was guided to the back wall to get a photo of my body with the number assigned to me.

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Each stallion would get their picture taken (No face shown just their body) to be voted by the Stable hands.

Across from me was a man that appeared to be with his partner the way they were cuddled up.  

I am not sure how old I would pin him.  He was a White man.  He had a salt and pepper goatee with matching salt and pepper hair.  He was very tone and slim and very rugged looking in a very handsome way (if that makes any sense) with a hard on that just didn't quit.  We weren't even down there yet and he was already to go.  When it was his turn for his picture he stood up and walked into the light.  I kid you not!  It was as if the most gentle air set off a trigger of precum that oozed out his dick causing this line that slowly; and I mean slowly dropped to the ground. I am not going to lie.  I probably would have licked it off the ground if so many people weren't around.  

(I recently discovered; The man with the deliciously dripping hard on is who will be known as Daddy T.)

There was a nice guy that sat next to me that told me it was his first time and we chatted a bit which helped bring me down.  The most challenging part of the whole thing was the anxiety of the wait.

About ten minutes to 7pm

Matt the Master of the Stable came up and went over the rules.

Not too long after, we were called downstairs. 

The door opened and it was like walking into another dimension.  The classic ambient red light of a leather bar, smooth House music with erotic undertones playing not too loud, but just enough to get the body hyped for the event.  And then there were the mares; hooded and strategically placed in their stance waiting. Some were bent over the long bench; some standing legs apart. It was quite the sight to see.

All the stallions found their mare to mount:  Except me and two others.  For some reason I just wasn't getting hard.

Replaying this in my mind and writing it down; I'm starting to see clear factors to my erection issue. I will leave that for future post.

I walked through and saw some beautiful holes but I really was having problems getting out of my head and letting loose.

I decided to try to fight through it and make myself hard. I opened my quart sized ziplock bag that had my own lube and a shitload of condoms I just knew I was going to use most for the event.

I lubed and rolled up on a 1/3 hard dick.  

I walked up to a hairy hole.  I touched his ass to let him know I was behind him.  I began to finger his hole.  Feeling his hole swallow my finger started to get a bit of blood pumping.  I proceeded to make my attempts to enter; No luck.

I bent over and apologized,"I'm sorry, I'm just having performance issues right now."

"No worries, just relax take your time," the hooded mare said blindly with a smile.

I thanked him and moved on.  I sat down in the lounge next to the bathroom.  As I was relaxing one of the stable hands sat next to me and asked how things were going. I told him about my current Erectile dysfunction. We talked for a long time and it was good just listening to him. 

The one thing he said that stood out in my mind was,"You deserve this! These mares are for you. Just like you are there for them."       

For some reason that just resonated with me.

He got up but I stayed there a while stroking myself desperate to get hard. I closed my eyes and attempted to block everything out.  After awhile I opened my eyes and there was the guy from upstairs with the raging hard on talking with someone in the restroom. I kept my eyes on that sexy fucker for as long as he was in my sight.  Finally I started getting horny thinking about that dick and that precum hanging down his rod.

I had my full erection.

I went out and found a very warm mare.  As soon I put it in it felt amazing.  I don't know how he got his temperature so fucking warm.  I could feel him through the condom.  I began to fuck him.  I loved how verbal he was.  This guy is a gentleman known as LB.

The mares were pretty loud which was amazing.  The sound of mares moaning and some yelling was hot. Of course the louder they got, the more the Stallion would turn the heat up.  It was a sight and sound to experience. watching the stallions slam into the mares as they howled and grabbed the cushioned bench. 

The one guy in the sling; I didn't know whether to feel sorry for him or congratulated him. Obviously he was enjoying the beating his hole was enduring. The stable hands made sure they were taken care of.  

I continued to walk around.  It just dawned on me;  I didn't get the number of the mare I was fucking! I definitely wanted to vote for him.  I couldn't find his number anywhere.  I asked for assistance only to find out he was a stable hand on break.  Oh, well! Too bad.  I would have definitely voted for him.               

                                                            

Just as I thought I was finding a groove I got soft again.  I started getting back into that awkward space again. I started feeling like I had too much shit on so I took off the jockstrap I was wearing.  I took off the cap and I took off the leather gloves.  I kept my black shirt on.

I walked around and heard this mare howling at the top of his lungs.  He was getting railed face down by the big dick guy.  I found myself getting horny again.  I found this mare that was bent over waiting. I walked up and touched him to let him know I was interested and behind him.  I eased myself into him. And he let out a moan. 

"Fuck! You're so thick !"

I've heard that many times before And I've been told that I'm big. I believe I'm a nice size but I never thought of myself as "big" per se. There were many guys much longer than me there.  But one thing I do have is girth. I really believe part of my issue was comparing myself to everybody else opposed to just having fun.

Anyway, it was time to focus on my mare. 

As much as I was enjoying him doggy, I wanted to get him in the sling.

"Oooh, I like a man that knows what he wants!" He said with a smile.

The stable hand came guided the blindfolded mare and helped the gentleman into the sling.  I was semi hard.  I asked him to be a little patient because I was having issues keeping my erection.

He then said, "I'm here for you. You deserve this.

All of us mares are for you."  

I just heard someone say the same thing!

"I Know you," he said. 

"I'm your therapist!" He exclaimed.

"My therapist?" I said in slight confusion.

"Yeah we were talking about your ED and I told you to relax and that you deserve everything happening tonight."

I was floored.  So that was my second stable hand I mounted! 

I began fucking him and he was loving it. He started talking kind of dirty when I was fucking him.

Then he said something that flipped a switch.

"Make this pussy yours Sir."

I don't usually use the term "pussy" because it is a big turn off for a lot of guys.  Although I think it's hot, I understand why some guys cringe.

But when he told me to make his pussy mine. The switch was turned on. I grabbed him by his thighs and began to slam as hard and fast as my hips allowed.  His voice literally went up a few octaves. It was wild.  We fucked for a while.  I would have fucked him longer but my body was tired.  My dick was ready but my legs and hips had enough.  

"Whoo! Okay! I had enough!" I said.

He chuckled and teased, "Aww, did I wear you out?"

I laughed and gave him a kiss.

"Thank you."

I offered to help him up but he said the staff will help when he was ready.

There was one more person I fucked that was amazing. I fucked him for a good while.  #360: He was phenomenal.

After that; I stroked my dick as I watched the big dick guy fuck the guy I was fucking. I stayed until the last couple was through fucking. The Stallion let out his post come yell letting us know the party was officially done.

I got dressed and went back to the hotel.  I had been waiting for this for so long I just had to get a picture of me with my number on as a souvenir.  Will I be going back? Hell yeah! I am grateful for an amazing night even with all my personal hang ups.