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July 31, 2024

    Wednesday

 

 I went to  Southern Cali to spend some time with family that was visiting my dad.  I had a great time. My dad seems to be in good spirits.  He is still stubborn and the relationship between his sometimes girl friend sometimes roommate is fucking weird but hey, that's all him. 

My sister got some papers written up for him to sign and we really talked to him about getting proper exercise opposed to sitting in his one spot all day.  It was good to see him up and walking around. It is still somewhat surreal seeing the active man that I am used to; struggling to walk from the kitchen to the couch but it is what it is.

There are things that I can't do that I used to. I am sure someone is looking at me and saying,"Damn! You don't (fill in the blank) like you used to.  We are all changing.  It doesn't change the difficulty of witnessing it before my eyes, however.

First thing I did when I got home was give my husband a kiss and assured him I am so very glad to be home.  

I will take my domestic chaos over my dad's relationship chaos any day.  Talking about a toxic relationship!  But some people just like crazy so...🤷🏽

But yeah.

I'm glad to be home.  I'm ready to get back to writing and posting and doing my thing.

PAIN PIG PART 2

  LINK: THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF

               PAIN PIG       

Friday June 14, 2024 

                    7:58pm

“Open your mouth,” I commanded.

I guided Pain Pig to the chair to sit while I put down the tarp between the two beds. 

“Is your mouth still open?”

“Yes Sir,” he slurred to the best of his ability.

I guided him onto the tarp and made him kneel.

“Find it.” 

He bobbed until he was able to put my dick in his mouth. I grabbed his head and began to pump as he bobbed. 

“Hands behind your back.”

"You're a hungry little pig aren't you," I continued.

"Yes Sir," he said making sure not to take my dick out his mouth.

"Good boy, I like hungry little pigs.  Are you thirsty?"

"Yes Sir," he said with his mouth full.

"Stay just like that.  Hold it. Don't move."

Slowly but surely, my warm stream started to flow down his throat. It's wasn't a heavy flow by any means but it was enough for him to get his fill and for me to relieve my bladder.  After my piss, I began to face fuck him.

This man had excellent throat skills. I decided to challenge him to see how good those skills really were. As I was pumping in and out of his mouth I pinched his nose to cut off air from his nostrils.  About twelve seconds went by. He was excellent with knowing when to take in oxygen between the thrusts.  Once again, I pinched his nose. another twelve seconds. 

His mouth was total bliss. 

I took my dick out and started stroking.  

"You got me so horny I want to shoot my load all in your mouth but I can't do that right now.

"Yes Sir, Thank you Sir." He said as I smacked my dick on his tongue. There is something so fucking sexy about a man that talks with his mouth full of dick. I'm sure that will always be my protocol when a sub speaks.

LOGAN

LINK:  LOGAN ARROW

May 15, 2024

I arrive at the hotel where Logan arrow is staying.  I knock on the door.  He gingerly opens it being in nothing but his jockstrap.

Logan stands about 5'8" or 5'9".  I am sure he will give the correct measurements when he reads this post.  He's a clean shaven White guy with blue eyes and short dark hair. 

Sometimes he sports light scruff.  But today his face is smooth.

We introduce ourselves and chat for a while.

I explain to him that I had a lot of things going on previously and I ask if I could take a quick shower.  He agrees to my request.

As I turn facing the hotel room from the bathroom, I notice some behaviors that's somewhat curious to me.  I notice that he paces back and forth a great deal. 

I'm a pacer myself so I don't pay too much attention to it.  I also notice a few other gestures that catches my attention.

I never want to make the wrong assumption about anyone so I attempt to think of a way to mention his pacing and making sure he was as relaxed as possible.  However, he beat me to it.

"You're probably wondering why I'm so squirrely.  I have ADHD and I am autistic.  No.  I'm not on drugs."

I smile and say, "I did notice you pacing a good bit."

We have a small conversation about not being like everyone else in the gay community and its challenges.  I share some of my experiences being a Black man in a predominately White society and he shares some of his experiences dealing with thinking differently than others.  The conversation is thought provoking and then like a flip of a switch he pulls out some jock straps.

"Which one looks better on me?"

My favorite one is the white one.  I love how it brings out his bulge much more than the others.

He puts on the white jock and I put on my black t -shirt and baseball cap, naked from the waist down.

I am never beating this urge to fuck in my t shirt and my baseball cap.  I know I overheat and I know I need to have as little clothing on as possible but my security blankets await.

Fortunately, I'm horny enough standing behind him as I caress between his thighs.

I turn him towards me, gesturing him to get on his knees. 

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I am quite impressed with his head.  He knows how to give it slow when need be, pick up the pace, and that suction action is out of this world.

I love that there is a long mirror on the wall which allows me to see him going down on me.

I lube up and put a condom on.  I lube up his hole and I begin to go in. 

I go in slowly and gradually pick up the pace. I love his moans.  They get me going and going and going.  About forty minutes in, I have to relax.  I am starting to overheat.

Fuck this T -shirt and cap!  It's time to strip butt ass naked.  I drink plenty of fluids but now I am flaccid. The condom doesn't help.  I tried a few times to get it up and keep it up but no luck. 

The one thing that always seems to help is when I put my fingers in any guy's mouth and he sucks them.  There is something so very intimate and primitive about that gesture that gets me going. 

First I have to test the waters and see if he takes the hint.  I get behind him and slowly and gently place my hands around his neck.  He is making whimpering noises as if he likes it.  I reach a bit higher to his chin and then his mouth.  He opens his mouth.  We have contact! 

It's a go. 

Suddenly my dick springs up and I fumble through getting another condom.  Again it starts to lose its stiffness.

I'm old school.  Most likely I will always be old school.  I just don't like fucking without condoms. But we were in such a groove before I wanted to keep it going.

I ask him if it is okay if I put it in a little without one just to get started.  Of course he doesn't mind. He was actually hoping for a cumdump anyway that didn't go the way he planned.

I put it in and it felt good.  I fucked him some more. I slowed down so I wouldn't nut too soon.  I am much more sensitive now without the barrier.  I pace myself but make sure to bring it.  I love the way his eyes widen every time I go hard and deep. He is gripping the sheets. 

He takes a beating and I'm loving it. I can go long with Logan and it feels great. 

I am so into his hole I don't even think about switching to wrapping it up.

I pump and pump until I unload my jizz in his guts.

We both fall back and collapse on the bed.

"Wow! I wasn't expecting that," he says, talking about me loading in him.

"Me neither," I say admittedly. 

He tells me that I go for a long time and that there were a few times he felt like if I didn't come soon, he would have tapped out. 

I am so glad that he pushed through and I thanked him for a great time.

The next day I had one of those "What the fuck did I do" moments. 

It doesn't happen often but usually when I go against my condom policy I get this feeling. fortunately Logan hooked me up with some Doxy and every thing was cool. The next day we spent some time together and I introduced him to my husband and we went to a museum in Sacramento.

Logan is one of the very few people that I have actually had fun with outside of the bedroom as well.

I look forward to more fun times with him in both arenas.

GEAR UP WEEKEND 2024 -THURSDAY, 11th

 July 11, 2024

        Thursday 

         

2:00pm

I arrived at the Saratoga Springs campsite in Upper Lake California at 2 PM. 

This year I decided to purchase an inflatable tent.  I figured I'd go all out with a tent larger than last year.  I have absolutely no experience nor patience to try to assembling a tent.  I just knew buying this tent that you pump up in "minutes" would be an easy way out.

Wrong!

The damn thing kept going down on one side. 

Pump, pump, pump, pump

Finally I figure that I needed to close the air valve.

Up and down my arms went.  It had only been a few minutes and already I was getting tired and hot.  I had planned and made a conscious decision not to repeat baking myself like last year.  I took numerous breaks to avoid over heating. 

I decided if It would take me two hours to pump this supposedly 10 minute inflatable tent then so be it.  But I was definitely going to get plenty of breaks and drink plenty of liquids.

 

I walked towards the bench not too far from the tent and sat down.

As I was taking a break, a good looking White guy, maybe Latino, with very small white see through shorts came by.  He stood about 5'10" in height, tan olive skin, black hair (very thin on top, almost bald) and a black goatee.  He had a pretty big Prince Albert piercing.  He was built like a MUSCLE BEAR with the hairiest chest.  In the center of his chest was a gray patch that was sexy as hell.

We chatted for a few minutes.

I complimented how much I liked his white shorts.

"I really like what's in those shorts too."

He smiled. 

"Do you mind if I touch it," I asked.

"No! Not at all!"

I reached out to it as it peaked out of his already clear shorts.  I reached from underneath as it dangled and hit his thigh.  I began stroking it.

I then asked, "Do you mind if I taste it?"

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“Hell no!  Who minds getting their dick sucked?” he asked.

He lowered his shorts.  I put it in with that big ass P.A. as much in my mouth as I could. The blow job was awkward as I didn't have a great angle sitting and also the P.A. was in the way of me really enjoying his flesh. 

We decided to switch off and he sucked me. 

It felt really good but the stimuli with the heat was draining me.  I asked if we could take a raincheck and he agreed.

Later in my tent

9: 55p

I'm laying on my air mattress inside my tent with a battery powered fan running between my legs.  I have my colorful light disks on, which brings a peaceful and slightly psychedelic ambience to the tent.  The tent is spacious at 10 x 6.5 feet.  I got it specifically for the space and the fact that it would be much cooler and I could put my queen sized air mattress in it.  My sleeping on the ground days are done.

We have gone through the meet and greet orientation and now, everyone is either resting from the heat earlier or preparing for the dungeon.

I had already walked by one tent in which a couple was engaging in fisting.

Right now I am cooling off with the fan hitting between my thighs.  The air is gently blowing into my boxers, as it caress my balls.  I open my legs wider and invite the cool breeze to tickle my genitals.  

I’m actually getting slightly aroused by the cool air. 

I'm taking in the dichotomy of the ambient silence of the fan blowing between my legs and the business of men moaning, some even yelling from the dungeon approximately seventy feet away from the camping area.

I'm enjoying the solitude.  

Even though I came to play with others, I’m just as content spending this time in my own personal erotic space.

About thirty minutes later

I’m currently turning off the fan and going to see what or who I can get into.

In the dungeon 

I walk into the dungeon. The lights are dimmed with the typical red ambiance.  The music is playing in the background.  It's not blaring like a lot of sex clubs.  It barely serves as a background accommodation which is actually excellent for concentrating on the connection between the player

and the playee.

Around 11:30pm 

I run into my friend Logan.  He is talking with a guy with a very big dick.  I notice the guy looking at me.

 

He's a good looking guy.  He's maybe in his mid fifties.  He is white with black hair and a goatee.  He is very lean and like I said before; he has a very thick dick. 

I notice that he keeps checking me out so I walk up and introduce myself.  

I compliment how delicious his dick look.  He laughs and thank me for the compliment.

I ask if I can taste it.  He agrees.

He compliments how well I suck dick and mentions how my teeth never once came in contact with his cock. 

As an oral top I know how uncomfortable feeling someone scrape your dick can be.  So I try my best as an oral bottom to open as wide as possible, but still make sure that my mouth does what it is supposed to when it comes to suction action.

I get up for air.  I look up at him.  He looks down at me and smiles and says, "This time take a deep breath and go down as low as you can."

I do exactly as I was told. 

I take a deep breath and go down as low as I can go and I start gaging like crazy but I love it because I am pushing myself to make him happy.  He tells me how turned on he gets when guys struggles and gags on his dick.  He loves a guy that would go that extra mile to make him feel good.

It definitely challenged me And I loved every minute of it.

ONE DAY TO GEAR UP

 I have just one more day until GEAR UP WEEKEND. 

This will be my second time going.  Last year was a blast. This year I believe I will be more ready to deal with the heat. I got my fans, a mister and I am definitely going to utilize the air conditioned dungeon more. 

I look forward to meeting up with ZERO, SKY THE SPANDEX BASTARD and Zero’s husband. I also look forward to meeting new men as well.  I definitely look forward to sharing some hot stories from my vacation. See ya soon.

PAPA

Link:

There is a guy on X. 

We've been following each other for quite some time.  I first found him on BateWorld.  He is definitely a bonafide Bator.  Although we never had a bate session together, I know without a doubt that when it does happen, it will be explosive.

He is just as much of an underwear enthusiast as I am. (if not more.) 

Anyone who knows me, knows I love my tighty whities; so seeing this sexy man in his white drawls got me more than eager to get to know more about this man.

Important note:

I have been "corrected" in the past about the term drawls. 

"It's 'drawers' not 'drawls'," I'm often redirected.

Fully aware of the term "drawers," many who have been sheltered from the beautiful expression of Black urban culture, would not get that in our part of town, we wear drawls.  Sometimes we wear drawlz.

Y'all can keep your drawers.  I'm gonna wear my drawls! Class is dismissed............for now.

The Description

This man according to his profile, stands 6’3” at 150lbs with a 32 waist.  He is a mid 40s Black man with a rich dark brown skin tone.  He appears pretty smooth with maybe a few traces of fuzz on his chest and a happy trail that goes down to his bush. He has a narrow jawline in which the vanishing point directs to a small patch of hair on his chin which is a pretty good length.  Not a full beard; but more like a well trimmed mustache and the hair on his chin.

Our interaction began with me sending a message via Bate World.  

"Hey I hope all is well with you.  I will be out for about a week, but would love to talk dirty with you when I'm back.  You are fucking hot... Chat with you soon hopefully," I messaged.

"Hey man, I'd love 2 chat with you too ..." he replied.

Over the last two years, we have kept in contact; liking and commenting on each other's videos and pictures.

August 25, 2023

I sent him my first voice message via X.

"Hey, I just wanted to wish you a happy Friday.  I hope all is well and Damn! I love seeing you in your drawls.  I get hard thinking about it.  I hope to chat with you some time.  Alright. Take care."

Later he responded via voice message,"Hey what's up man..."

Before I go any further, let me describe to the best of my ability what this man sounds like.

He has a very deep voice.  It actually shocked me how deep his voice is.  There is only one description that describes it best: Barry White.

If you know who this man is, then you know what the hell I'm talking about.

He continued,"Damn, I can't believe I'm hearing your voice.  I want to wish you the same..."

He continued, "Trust me.  I love seeing you in your white drawls.  I would love for us to meet up one day just out of nowhere and we both end up bumping into each other... just me and you baby, I would love to hear from you from time to time, If not time to time a lot sooner, if not every other day. Even a phone bone.  I'd love to hear from you.  Take care good people."

"Damn!  I was not expecting that!  I didn't realize how deep your voice is.  I had to take a moment to regroup.  Wow!  You have a sexy voice man..." I replied.

"Hey thank you my sexy brother... You have a nice sexy ass voice yourself.  It's really different because the way you look and the way you sound are totally different And I'm thinking, 'Ahh he sounds like one of those nice guys...'"

I am never beating that "good boy" image when it comes to my voice.  I am never beating that overall "good guy" aura I have.  

Being a former church boy, there are traits about me that I doubt will ever go away and I'm actually okay with that.  It is what makes me, me. It is most likely, in some ways, what attracted Papa to me when he first hear my voice.

He continued, "A real nice guy. You talk all proper. I like that! I love that; the maturity is pretty much how you talk and speak. I love that. Cute and proper. Yeah that works for me."

I couldn't help but to blush like a shy little kid.  I have always been self-conscious about my voice. It has never been majorly deep or very masculine in my opinion.  And it is not the first time I've been told that I don't sound the way I look.  Ironically what I once thought of as an insecurity has turned into somewhat of a sexy thing that others find attractive.

October 6, 2023

I sent a voice message to Papa via the X app.

"Hey how's it going? It's 10:04 PM right now in California.  Believe it or not I actually have some time to myself.  I'm in Los Angeles visiting a friend and I got this hotel.  I'm in my hotel room right now by myself, in my boxers.  I got my legs open and my dick is hard and I was just thinking about you."

"Damn! You're so fucking hot.  I'm actually over here in Houston Texas.  I'm kind of up right now.  I took a long nap... I'm over here in the bed smokin' a blunt, watching t.v. and laying here in my briefs, in my robe. 

It's kind of cool outside tonight.  The temperature in here is kind of perfect.  I just got on my robe and my briefs with my legs open, in my thoughts... and now that you left me that hot message, I'm definitely going to be thinking about you tonight, when I beat my dick.  It definitely made my dick jump after hearing your voice; After hearing that hot message.  I wish I was over there in Cali.  I would definite show up at that hotel door..."

We have messaged text to each other back and forth and left voice messages but have yet to video chat or phone each other. Whether we do or not, I enjoy hearing from him and look forward to hearing that sexy deep voice.

So about the name Papa:

 Every person I write about has a nick name or some type of trait that stands out that helps me come up with a moniker out of respect for their privacy.

Papa is just something that came to me.  Although he may have (I'm not 100 percent sure) some submissive curiosities, His voice is so damn powerful and deep.  

Every time I look at his images that tall lean, tone body covered by all that dark chocolate skin just demands respect without him saying one word.  

He calls me Daddy.  I call him Papa.  It just flows.  

FACT #25 SLUTS

FACT# 25

Daddies, Sirs, Masters, Alphas etc.

ARE ALL SLUTS.

Next time we have our hands around your neck, on the bed, spread eagle, spit in your face and tell you what a dirty slut you are; Remember. 

We’re just projecting.

We just wired a lil differently. That’s all.

But u didn't hear it from me.

🤐😏

TODAY'S PICK: THE 14TH REASON

TODAY'S PICK comes from Mr. Steed. It is a very deep and intimate post called THE 14TH REASON. I am not sure what compelled me to click on the post. Maybe it's the title alone that caught my interest.  I felt the strong urge to know what the reason was and exactly well, what was The 14th Reason. 

Did that make sense? 🤔 Hmmm.

Being a man that really doesn't follow order much; of course I would start with number 14 instead of searching from the beginning to get a clearer understanding. ( I did skim through 13 REASONS WHY / TAPE 1:DAD to see if my assumptions may have been correct. I suggest giving both of these post a good read.)

He touched on how throughout his blogging, he kept his entries upbeat and complimentary of his partners. He talked about cyber bullies, stalkers and how he avoided writing about bad memories and how he felt about certain issues because it just wasn't what the crowd wanted.

He delved into this "On demand" expectation that many readers have of him as well as the expectation to fulfill specific (and I mean specific ) fantasies.

Although I don't know Mr. Steed personally I have had the pleasure of chatting with him a few times and we share similar circles in social media.

After reading his entry I felt inclined to send him a message.

"I Read your post The 14th reason. Holy Fuck! There is so much to say about that...I see the bullshit falls all over.  I thought it was just my back yard.  Thanks for that post."

"... It was kind of crazy about a decade ago when people would say, "Write about The Runt!" "Write about The Gardener!" without realizing that I'm writing about real people and real incidents and that producing a post on demand isn't feasible when I actually have to meet and interact with someone and have a moment worth posting about," he wrote back.

I shared a very interesting moment that took place at a David Gray concert back in 2019.  During the concert people were shouting, "Play this," "Play that!" 

He kindly explained that he plays his newer material first to get people familiar then he brings out his hits.  Still after 15 to 20 minutes people were still shouting play this and that. 

He stopped playing, turned to the crowd and said, "Chill! I am not Alexa!" It was a hilarious moment and he was light hearted about it but he meant every word and it didn't deter him from his set.

There comes a time as an artist, writer, blogger, Hell; as a human being, when we have to do what is best for us first. I told myself when I first started my blog that this blog is FIRST for me and then my readers meaning, I have always used writing as a form of therapy. and with that therapy comes the good, the bad and the ugly. The readers can choose to read or not. But writing is first for me. Then my readers.

I hope for Mr. Steed that He either will or has decided to write first for himself.