Going Deeper (inside strange men)

Husband and I recognize three anniversaries across the almost 24 years we've been together - the "Trampiversary" in August, celebrating the sleazy, horny afternoon when we first met up, along with a third guy, at a Denny's before going back to my place to fuck; the "Real Anniversary," dating from 2006, when we gathered family and friends and had a commitment ceremony and waltzed in our tuxedos and boots; and the "Legalversary," when we went to the courthouse in 2017 and got seventeen years of togetherness legally solemnized by a judge. Today is the Real Anniversary. We usually exchange a couple of small gifts, and sometimes we'll go out for dinner, but today is also a Sunday Fun Day, and a friend is having a birthday get-together at a local bar, so we head out in shorts and sandals to spend the day drinking and fondling our way through a multi-venue spree. It ends up being the Best Anniversary Ever.  First, we go to the Hidden Door. The friend

First, there's this hot guy in the sauna - and I honestly can't tell if his I think makeup is South American or South Asian, and it doesn't matter at all to me, it's just a point of interest. I love the way guys from different places, different genetic types, different diets and lifestyles, smell, and taste, and feel to touch. He's got a firm hairy body and a nice stiff cock and a handsome smiling face with dark brown hair that's sandy-looking in parts in the sauna light, and he watches me come in to the dry sauna and lean against one wall. His eyes are a lighter brown than mine; they're almost amber, which makes his attention seem intense. I stand there and half-close my own eyes, stroke my cock, and focus my sensory attention on my skin as it begins to heat up. I'm fantasizing about somebody kneeling, right here, in front of me -  sucking my dick. I visualize it fully - the sensations, the slurping, smacking noises, the gagging, the movement as I thrus

This entry is skipped one place out of line. The conversation with the same friend immediately before this text, was the portion of text about the gumjob. So that part of the conversation came up and knelt down in front of me this week... and I'm going to just leave this into gossiping-to-gay-pervy-friend fomat, with some interposed video. One of the things I love about the blog forum, is being able to say, "You know what? Today is going to be Haiku Day. Fucking deal.  Give me all your breath.  Surrender your throat; submit - Let me fuck your soul.  It doesn't always have to be exactly the same narrative voice and the same expository formula. It can be stylistic experiments. I can write and have fun and be weird.  "And another pervy fascinated idea... but I'll probably have video of this one within a couple of weeks, because it's (a) easy, and (b) I can talk guys into this, I'm sure... "I want you to be the Whitehead gag for me. I want you to hold him

I've been chatting with a couple of different guys on Grindr - and tonight, neither of them show up. This isn't surprising, but it's always kind of an annoying letdown - I do enjoy the hot chat as a thing in its own right, and I try not to put too much weight on hoping for guys to show up, but still. My dick kind of gets its little horny mind set on a particular game, and then that doesn't happen, and I have to find a different scenario.  I wander around the mazes, check out the sauna, play with a couple of cute Latino boys. I don't ask their permission to post, so I'm not going into details - but it's fun, realizing that I have a little bit of the bathhouse equivalent of restaurant Spanish. Chupame. Abre la boca... Dame tu culo . They're cute. One of them has never had poppers before, and he REAAALLLY likes them. Later on, I find him and give him a little bottle I have extra, and it makes his night.  So, I see this cute boy in the showers. Pale skin, ni