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Quick but not Dirty

This happened a couple of months ago - just finally got it edited to post. Unfortunately, things got busy and complicated, and I fell back out of the habit; hopefully thinking about this will help me get back on it.  (back in April)  I have been going back to the gym. It's been good for my body, and the regularity of getting up, getting out of the house early, driving to the gym with the early morning sun slanting through my car windows, has been good for the regularity of my schedule. I'm sleeping better.  This morning has been uneventful. I've seen a couple of people I know; one guy in particular always smiles and passes friendly remarks, and it's good to see a smiling face. I do ten minutes in the sauna, breaking a solid sweat, while doing my Wim Hof breathing practice; combining those two is a little intense, but it feels good, building lung and mitochondrial capacity. I work mostly machines - butterfly for chest, lat pull-downs and rows for back, lateral shoulder r

Kinky Book Club

 So..... this is gonna be one of those where I dump a huge batch of files, and then write the intervening text as I have time. I just don't have enough hours in the day. So... the narrative pretty much is clear through the video, but here's a quick rundown:  I text Bolder and meet him at the bath house. He and I have been talking - about him being my shadow with benefits some night when I'm out whoring around. He's read some of the things I've written - he's been in a post himself  [see also: Remarkable .] That Bolder... the one with the free-flowing and mucilaginous throat slime and the pert spankable ass. Yup. So - to condense. I fuck his throat and talk about Kinky Book Club. I take him to the outdoor shower and piss down his throat. Then we run into this HOT handsome Bubba-type Daddy in the steam room, and take him back to my room, and much fuckery ensues, and then he goes his own way, and then we run into this HOT guy who does not want his story told, so I

RECONfigured

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  A month ago, I went to (and VERY much enjoyed) a life-drawing class at the Dallas Eagle [see also: It Figures ]. This time, I'm going to pose.  The guys putting this together are Dan and Dave - this is an outreach program of their  Salon Naturale events, which have ranged from underwater photography to fiction writing, with a LOT of drawing and reference photography for artwork. At one very complicated afternoon, we spent half the meeting time with some guys getting electro-stimulated, and other guys doing figure drawing - it's THAT kind of crowd - and then the other half of the session in the pool doing underwater photography. I thought I had done a blog post about the session, because I remember posting the video of me gagging slime out of Bolder's throat, but then I realized I just incorporated that bit of video, and a mention, into the post about the backyard pool party that was the same weekend, like it was literally a Saturday afternoon-into-evening pool party [see

The Dominant's Pendulum

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 This is basically a weird sex TED talk about what I love and jerk off to, and why, and how I feel about it. I'm exhausted, that orgasm and the subsequent video editing have taken a LOT out of me... so I'm just going to post two big chunks of video here and a shorter one, and then I'll come back and address the actual narrative later. I'm also going to include some videos with a hot boy named @PuptOtis, because I haven't gotten around to going through the entire long videos of that hot encounter and blurring his face, because I've just got the Twitter versions... so that's what you're gonna see; A series of tweet-length blurred videos of me fucking this boy, and it kind of shows how he bends to my will, with a very deliberate series of practiced moves - mostly a thing I think of as the Dominant's Pendulum. You make the guy feel safe, you connect as a human being, and you show him that you trust him, and give him cause to trust you You push him into h

"So, when you're fuckin' a sheep...."

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 Caveat, because I have to explicitly state these things: No animals were molested in the making of this blog post.  We're in a backyard pool, in an undisclosed location, on an unspecified date. Details are on a need-to-know basis... and if you weren't there, you don't need to know. The queen is embroidering an invisible handkerchief; it is my duty to describe her, but it is also my duty to conceal her. If you get the reference, we should be friends and watch weird theatre.  Of course, everyone brings fun tasty food. Of course there is liquor, and some weed. And there's a beautiful sunny breezy afternoon, and there's a mid-sized group of attractive, creative, horny men. The crowd we run with tends to skew to the bearish - there's a mix, always, but you're more likely to see bellies and body hair, less likely to see shaved steroid-enhanced gym muscles. And, to my delight, you see a lot of frisky uncut dick.  As is so often the case, things are on the quiet an